Tuesday, March 23, 2010

50 randumb things

1. By 9:21 this morning I had already been to Wallies and returned home.

2. I went to go pick up the just-released final book in a series that the Oldest Carrotstick and the Middle Carrotstick have been reading.

3. I may or may not have also read it.

4. I may or may not have picked it up early this morning so that I could spend the whole day with the book to myself and finish it FIRST.

5. But that wouldn't be very responsible. And I am all about being responsible.

6. Which is why, though I wore the Oldest Carrotsticks very expensive jeans to Wallies, I will take them off before she gets home.

7. Because I didn't ask first.

8. I thought about texting her at school and asking.

9. But then I rationalized not asking by pointing out to myself that she took the jeans off, dropped them on the floor in my bathroom, and left them there 18 hours ago.

10. So she doesn't really care about responsibility.

11. Yet.

12. Hopefully someday she will be responsible like me.

13. And do really worthwhile things.

14. Like blog.

15. And spend a whole day reading books and not cleaning the house.

16. The point of the jeans, though, is I wore them not just because they were there and very handy, but because I thought that maybe if I wore them to Wallies at 9 o'clock in the A.M. that I would, in fact, feel Sassy.

17. A friend of ours, whenever you ask him how he's doing, always responds "Fat and Sassy."

18. I like it.

19. At least the Sassy part.

20. Nobody likes to feel fat.

21. Except at Thanksgiving.

22. And then it's only good if it's a temporary thing.

23. Just like Peeps should only be a temporary thing.

24. Only at Easter.

25. Not any of those other holidays.

26. And certainly not in Flavors.

27. Ewww.

28. And can anyone tell me why, for the exact same price, you get only 10 Chick Peeps but 12 Bunny Peeps?

29. It makes it not very fiscally responsible to buy the Chicks.

30. Even though they are better.

31. And you know I'm all about being responsible.

32. Which is why I am having guilt about wanting to read this book all day today.

33. Instead of going to get the oil changed in my car.

34. But getting the oil changed in my car means sitting at the place and waiting.

35. And the place stinks because they also sell tires.

36. I really hate that smell.

37. At least I'm not as weird about smells as the Oldest Carrotstick.

38. The other day she made a disconcerting realization.

39. She really likes the way a friend of hers smells.

40. (The friend is a boy.)

41. And a couple of weeks ago, she found herself sitting in between PB&J and her friend's dad at a BYU basketball game.

42. After the game, she reported to me that her friend and his dad smell the same.

43. It was slightly demoralizing for her.

44. Sometimes you just can't trust smells.

45. They might just come from deodorant.

46. Which is really just covering up stink.

47. But thank goodness for deodorant.

48. Although I love Jane Austen, I always wonder what things smelled like in her era.

49. They probably stunk.

50. Just like this post.

(Do you want me to try for 100? What do you think?)

Thursday, March 11, 2010

hair apparent

My sister-in-law just posted this picture of my niece on her blog.

And here is a picture of my daughter from this summer (she won the big hair contest at girls camp):

The family resemblance is striking -- and a little unexpected -- is it not?

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

get a life?

The other day I read this quote. It was really good, and I felt like it applied to some things the Oldest Carrotstick was going through. I read it to her, and she liked it and asked me if I would type it up for her so she could stick in on her mirror. Like any mom would, I agreed.

And since I have been going through my photo archives getting pictures printed and generally catching up on the past two years of life in snapshots, I knew I had this great picture of an African Daisy that I had taken two years ago -- which is pretty much one of my favorite flowers because I love the purple/orange combo.

And I thought, "I think I will put that quote on that picture of the daisy." Cuz I love photoshop and all. So I did.

It looks like this:


Nice, right?

Last night, I went and got a yogurt with one of my Laurels. As we chatted, something she said reminded me of this quote. At the end of our yogurt date, I told her I had a little something for her. I ran in the house, grabbed a copy of the daisy quote that I had just printed up in triplicate, and gave it to her.

It was at that moment that I realized I am a freak.

Who in the world makes handouts just for fun?

Anyone willing to do an intervention?

(Just step away from the computer, Sister Lunch.)


But if it means releasing me from my calling, please don't bother.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

wish i thought of that

I heart clever creative people.

Check this out:



and then of course there's the treadmill video --



and now they have a new one:



I love me some Ok Go.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

signs o' the times

In light of the recent catastrophic events, I thought I'd share with you a few other signs of the times.

I took pictures of all these signs last summer, and just recently remembered them.

Let me know how apt you find them. Or how ridiculous.
I didn't know Motion Sickness counted as an Act of God.

At the Oquirrh Mountain Temple Open House:
(Is the free speech area restricted to the area inside the trash can?)

Inside an Outhouse:

(Just ignore the handwritten graffiti. It's more entertaining without it.)

Lucky kids. I wish I had a magic carpet.



And always good advice:

I hope this post doesn't make you rethink your kind bloggy well-wishes!

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

so sophomoric

Today I met the Oldest Carrotstick at school for ...



High.School.Registration.


(I was the only mom there. I wonder if I embarrassed her. I don't really care if I did, cuz that's what moms do.)

But. It was sad for me.

(Have you seen the kids that go to High School? They are big. And old. And some of the things they do and say frighten me. It about makes my blood run cold in my veins to think of sending her there.)

And then, to top it off, my baby is going to turn eight and be baptized in about 10 1/2 days.

In the words of the great philosopher, David After Dentist, "Is this real life? . . . Why is this happening to me? Is this going to be forever?"




I have to admit, some days I wish I didn't feel anything. It's hard being a mom.

Friday, November 13, 2009

halloween

in case you missed him,

The King . . . . .


has left the building.

(I won't even tell you how many hours I spent gluing sequins onto this baby.)

Thursday, October 22, 2009

super fan

The Oldest Carrotstick has discovered a latent love for the game of football.She has been to more football games this fall than she ever has in her entire life. (I would say she's watched more football, but that would be an untruth.) She has attended varsity football games at each of the three high schools in our area, and even a number of the freshman football games.

Doesn't it seem odd then that she turned down PB&J's extra BYU Football tickets to the last home game?


What is it about this: that is so much more interesting to her than this?




I wonder. ;)

Sunday, October 4, 2009

today's secret ingredient:

This weekend has been very low key. And that's nice. Yesterday we watched 4 hours of General Conference (yay!) And the since I wasn't feeling very well, I also watched way too many hours of the Iron Chef Marathon of a previous season's reruns. It was awesome. Real chefs can create amazing feats of wonder with the weirdest ingredients. Probably the strangest concoction was Catfish and Grape Truffles. Though the host (Alton Brown) cautioned the judge not to throw up, she said it was surprisingly ok. I have my doubts.

The Oldest Carrotstick didn't complain too much about my Iron Chef obsession. She even watched some of it with me, and her eyes were opened a little to the world of haute cuisine.

Today, we watched Conference and had dinner at my mom and dad's. (It was yummy in a very non-catfish truffle sort-of-way.) When Conference was at last over, we packed up our stuff to head home. But before we left, she raided the pantry and grabbed some jerky for the ride home.

In the car, happily munching on her jerky and listening to her iPod, she paused for a second to ask me a question.

"Mom, what kind of bird is a Teriyaki?"

Me: "What?"

OC: "A Teriyaki. Is it like a chicken?"

Me: "Do you mean Pterodactyl? It's a bird-like dinosaur."

OC: "No, Teriyaki. Like Teriyaki Jerky... What kind of bird is that?"

This weekend, thanks to the Iron Chef, the Oldest Carrotstick and I were exposed to a world full of exotic foods -- frog legs, quail eggs, and now: the little known Teriyaki Bird. Dodo? Or perhaps the elusive Teriyaki?

Thursday, October 1, 2009

a rose by any other name

I just saw this on a blog:It's called F@t E1vis.

You can buy it here.

I would order it because of the awesome name. And also because its banana/chocolate chip/peanut butter fudge flavored. How could it not be awesome?

But really I just love the name. Even though I don't love fat E1vis.

The Littlest Carrotstick wants to be E1vis for Halloween. I haven't shown him any pictures of the King yet.


I wonder which incarnation he'll choose. This one . . .

or this one?


I'm afraid I'd still choose the cakey one.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

duh

Today, after the kids got home from school, I set about lining the boys up with their afternoon jobs. When I finished the list, I noticed the Middle Carrotstick was looking a little glassy eyed, and so I started to repeat the list -- thinking that the blank stare meant he hadn't been listening.

The Middle Carrotstick interrupted me.

"Mom." he said, "I speak the King's English."

well, allrighty then.

Monday, September 28, 2009

schizophrenic

do you think that in my next life, I could come back as a sports photographer?


here's my portfolio, for future reference:
safe? or out? what's your call?

check out this kid's face as he was inches away from being beaned by the ball...

and then there's this one:

Ok. I didn't actually take this one. some other mom did and I'm jealous. this is right after the boys won state and they did a celebratory lap around the bases. check out the setting sun and the rising dust. it's almost poetic, isn't it?

(I promise, this is the last of my baseball pictures. I think.)

What would you want to be in your next life?