Monday, May 23, 2005
Many moons ago, I owned a medium sized purse. not too huge but it had absolutely no divisions or seperations in it of any kind. it was one big pocket. I liked this purse. Easy to carry and easy to dump stuff in.
One evening I went to a crop with my friend Becky. I was thirsty and needed a drink, so I bought a soda in a bottle at a convience store. I had a lot of other much more imporant things to carry with me, so I dumped my soda in my purse. Becky had no idea it was in there until about an hour later when I pull this soda bottle out. She laughed, "are there small animals in there too? are you sure there's not a rabbit in that thing?"
I have never lived this moment down. Over time my purses have gotten smaller (I buy cheap ones, you remember, so I tend to change every couple of years) and they are always measured by how big of an animal I can carry.
I think this current one could fit two house mice. So what do you think, Becky, should I test it?
oh and the lady offered to take Matt home with her so he could be her little boy. He was very disapointed to learn that I wasn't going to let him do that. After all, she has a cat.
Sunday, May 22, 2005
There is a price though. Everyone somehow thinks that because my husband can sing, I can sing. I don't know, maybe they think talent is somehow just sitting there on his lips waiting for me to catch it when I kiss him. Nevertheless, there is no excuse for my mother. The woman has heard me sing in public. Usually at her own insistance. (there are not enough rollyeyes in IMland for this.) I can carry a tune ok on my own, in my own house, when there is no one around. But I'm still far from someone you would go out of your way to listen to. you stick me in front of a group of people and I sound like Peter Brady singing "changes." not a lovely sound. So back to my mother. She's decided she wants me to sing. Well, she wants my family to sing. Since I have a husband and children with lovely voices, I get bundled in to it, too. Oh, and not only do we get to sing, we get to sing in Japanese. In church. In front of her Ward. 250 people. I'll bet you are all (all five of you, woohoo! numbers are going up!) wishing you were me today, huh? ;)
Friday, May 20, 2005
Thursday, May 19, 2005
I live a pretty crazy life. I have five kids who do very nutty things. They take after their father. (Yes, Steve, that would be you.) The lick dogs, they dump crayons down furnace vents, they sit on their siblings heads. They are all out funny. I should be able to tell their stories. Sometimes I manage it in my scrapbooks. Mostly I manage a nice paragraph using all my vast journalism experience from the eighth grade newspaper. I believe they let me do the lunch menu.
Instead, you, my dear blog readers, (all three of you,) get to be subjected to my personal angst, my musings on crazy stuff and my crazy compliment fishing expeditions. What’s on the lunch menu today? More posting of silly pictures that make me look like I’m trying out for a job with a commercial photographer? More discussion on laundry? (What a thrill!) More pointless essays on strange topics? NAFTA? (That’s for you, Steve.)
Actually, (I’m sure you’ve been waiting for a point here. I don’t have one.) today my angst is directed to my invisibility. I read several blogs. Many of them are written by people I’ve actually worked with in the past. I briefly was on the same design team with Donna Downey. (Alert! Alert! It’s a dropped name! Watch your toes!) There are a few others I worked with as well. They moved on a lot sooner than I did, and to much bigger things and I didn’t keep in touch. So I read their blogs in my voyeuristic style and never post. I’m too afraid they will look at my comment and say “who the heck is that?!” yup. Invisible.
Just wish it worked like that at home, ya know? Who’s going to do the laundry? Hmmmmm, no mom here. Guess someone else will have to pick up the slack.
We have a Pottery Barn close to me now! woohoo!! can i just tell you how exciting this is? I've been waiting for three years. ok, so it's very small, but it's there and it has all the photo frames and albums. These adorable little albums were on sale for $7 each. i bought six. i am hoping to finally get some photography clients and they will be my proofing albums (availble for purchase at a mark up, of course.)
here's a few new things that are making me happy. I bought myself a new purse. I didn't settle for whatever walmart purse was the the least ugly. I saved my money and went to a real department store. I paid over $20 (it was on sale, too.) I like it. it's probably a bit on the small side, but then my purse tends to just get stuffed with receipts when it's big anyway.
Monday, May 16, 2005
I got to have some fun on my own while she was at the hospital. I bought a few things for myself and found some fun deals. That was nothing. I got to help my friend. She got to visit her son. That’s what made it a good day.
Sunday, May 15, 2005
i forgot to mention in my previous post that i also got to photograph a wedding recently. it was a wonderful experience and very good for my confidence as a photographer. it was a very relaxed affair with fifteen guests in a tiny little church called the Cowboy Angel Church out on a ranch in the Idaho mountains. this of course explains the groom in black wranglers ;) we do that up here in Idaho.
I haven't written much lately because life got busy. that's very unusual for me. we pretty much have a routine. In the last week and half my husband managed to total the van (thank goodness for air bags is all I'm saying about that. too scary to think about.) We got a new (to us) van. a nice one with double sliders. (yea!) my children had end of the school year concerts and activities. Sarah won second place and $50 in the community talent contest. This week has had it's ups and downs.
my baby is almost crawling. my computer time is going to shrink drastically in the coming week
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
create your own visited states map
or check out these Google Hacks.
i think i prefer the visited states map to the visited country map. after all, the visited country map looks really lame with only one red country on it. yes, folks, i haven't even managed to see Canada or Mexico. I have however, spent a lot of time in Hawaii, so now intead of thinking i'm a loser you can all be jealous now.
don't worry, this is one of those self deluding posts. it would help if you kept your eye rolling to when my back is turned. thanks.
Thursday, May 05, 2005
I try to do two batches of laundry a day. I still very seldom see the bottom of the hamper. There will be this brief glimpse as I transfer the clothes out to the basket, but when I come back in the bathroom, the bottom is gone again. It’s like the widow’s cruse of oil Elijah gave her, never empty.
My laundry also seems to have a magic power of spreading itself all over. (as I wax into simile again) like gas in a confined space, it spreads to fill the volume it’s given. Socks appear in corners, ironing (that really doesn’t get ironed, I just pretend) drapes itself across the couch. I do try to keep it contained, never happens though.
I keep looking forward to someday when I have a laundry room in the basement and a family room to fold the clothes in. My living room will stay clothing free. Except for the socks. Socks never seem to be where they belong. Oh, and even with a pretty laundry room, I fully expect to never find the bottom of the hamper.
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
this. she felt like having flowers in her dress, so she put them there. She didn't stop to see if the neighbors were looking. She didn't consider if it was cool. To be honest, I doubt if she stopped to think of what her mother would say. She thought they were beautiful.
When we laughed in delight at her escapade, she laughed with us, completely free to be herself without the fetters of "style" tying her down.
And she is stylin'. This is true style. This is freedom.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
. . . . Matt’s latest thing when he’s sad is to say “not again!” I don’t know what repeated thing he’s protesting but he says it in the most despondent voice. This morning he seemed to be sad that he woke up again. I am an evil mommy and I think it’s cute.
. . . . my parents are coming over this afternoon so I can help them with a computer program. They have a laptop so they are portable. I have a crappy van that I can’t leave town in, so I am not. I’m hoping they don’t notice what a mess my house is.
. . . I am going to start a new diet. It will be called the “Full Length Mirror” diet. Just the sight of myself in the mirror should turn my appetite. Now I just need to buy the mirror.