1. What time do you wake up? Anywhere between 7 and 9am. It all depends on how well I slept and how sick I've been.
2. On a good night, what time are your kids in bed? 7pm is bedtime. If we've been at Nanny's or Grandpa's, it's usually later than that.
3. How long have you been a mommy? It's been 19 months since Audrey was born.
4. How old were you when you became a mom? 28 1/2
5. What is your favorite chore? Favorite? Err.. If I had to pick, I'd say vacuuming, but only if someone else cleans things up.
6. What is your favorite meal to cook? Fastest: Frito Pie... Yummiest: Grilled Hamburgers with sauteed pineapple on top.. mmm.
7. What meal do you cook most often? Er... these days I'm all about Souper Salad.
8. What are 5 things about being a mom that make you smile?
1. Watching Audrey slowly become a big girl every day.
2. Asking Audrey if I can pinch/tickle/poke/etc her and she screams and tries to run away laughing.
3. Audrey dancing.
4. Audrey saying "Mom?" from the backseat of the car and after I say "Yes?" she goes into a long garbled babble story that I can pick one or two words out of. (Usually ending with "happy?")
5. Audrey's fake laugh: Hee Hee Hee! (like a witch) or Ha Ha Ha! (like some sort of villain)
9. If you could take your kids anywhere, where would it be? I would like to travel the world with my family.
10. When was the last time you went out without your kids? I want to say it was our anniversary in June...
11. What is your most heartbreaking moment as a mom? Two days after we brought her home and she couldn't sleep in her bassinet anymore. She had to sleep in a special bed because she was jaundiced. I was terrified that she was going to get worse and have to go back to the hospital.
12. When was the last time you told one of your kids I love you? When I put her to bed last night.
13. When was the last time you were told I love you? When Ben and I were lying in bed last night talking about our hopes and fears.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
Viva la Vida
I'm sure some of you have heard this song before, but I thought I'd share since it is my current favorite. I even put it in my playlist so that you could hear it... reading it does it partial justice.. the full effect is much better. It's a somewhat melancholy song, but to me, quite poignant.
Viva la Vida by Coldplay
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Hear Jerusalem bells are ringings
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Hear Jerusalem bells are ringings
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Root Beer
I love root beer... even more now that I'm pregnant. You know how lemon-lime soda is supposed to settle your stomach when you aren't feeling well? Yeah, no. Doesn't work for me with this pregnancy. I suspect it's the citrus since I can't drink lemonade or orange juice at this point either.
I wouldn't say I'm a root beer connoisseur, but I have rather discriminating taste. For example: most canned root beers are barely passable as they tend to glean a little bit of a metallic taste. (With the exception of Barqs which is good no matter what.) Bottled is the way to go: plastic is okay but glass is preferable.
Of the root beers that I have sampled personally, I have a working rating system according to taste and overall appeal. For example, Dad's Root Beer and Shasta are waaaay down at the bottom of my list (sorry Dad). I can't even explain why I don't like them because I've been avoiding them for so long I've forgotten.
Mug and IBC are a close comparison in my opinion. Though decent, they don't make my list of favorites for two reasons. I like my root beer to either be smooth and sweet or slightly bitter with a bite. Mug and IBC fit into neither category and so fall a bit short for me.
Henry Weinhard falls into a category all its own because it has a wonderful head and a nice bite but it is too sweet for the bite, so I give most of those to Ben. (I do LOOOOVE their Cream Soda though.. I'll have to blog about that sometime.)
Up at the top of my list is A&W and Barqs root beers. A&W is wonderful when I am in the mood for a nice smooth root beer. It almost tastes a bit like a root beer float without the ice cream already in it, having a slight vanilla quality. Barqs, as we all know, has that wonderful bite and I simply couldn't do it enough justice. The downside for me is that it has caffeine in it, which I have been trying to avoid during my pregnancy. Ben said we'll have to hunt down some C-Free Barqs while we are in Utah. :)
I have also tried some home-made root beers that have ranged from okay to quite good, but it has been a long time since I've known anyone who makes it.
I have been interested in trying several brands out that I've seen in the stores, including Jones and Stewarts... If they're any good, I'll let you know. Oh, and did you know that Snapple makes a root beer? I've never seen it myself.
I wouldn't say I'm a root beer connoisseur, but I have rather discriminating taste. For example: most canned root beers are barely passable as they tend to glean a little bit of a metallic taste. (With the exception of Barqs which is good no matter what.) Bottled is the way to go: plastic is okay but glass is preferable.
Of the root beers that I have sampled personally, I have a working rating system according to taste and overall appeal. For example, Dad's Root Beer and Shasta are waaaay down at the bottom of my list (sorry Dad). I can't even explain why I don't like them because I've been avoiding them for so long I've forgotten.
Mug and IBC are a close comparison in my opinion. Though decent, they don't make my list of favorites for two reasons. I like my root beer to either be smooth and sweet or slightly bitter with a bite. Mug and IBC fit into neither category and so fall a bit short for me.
Henry Weinhard falls into a category all its own because it has a wonderful head and a nice bite but it is too sweet for the bite, so I give most of those to Ben. (I do LOOOOVE their Cream Soda though.. I'll have to blog about that sometime.)
Up at the top of my list is A&W and Barqs root beers. A&W is wonderful when I am in the mood for a nice smooth root beer. It almost tastes a bit like a root beer float without the ice cream already in it, having a slight vanilla quality. Barqs, as we all know, has that wonderful bite and I simply couldn't do it enough justice. The downside for me is that it has caffeine in it, which I have been trying to avoid during my pregnancy. Ben said we'll have to hunt down some C-Free Barqs while we are in Utah. :)
I have also tried some home-made root beers that have ranged from okay to quite good, but it has been a long time since I've known anyone who makes it.
I have been interested in trying several brands out that I've seen in the stores, including Jones and Stewarts... If they're any good, I'll let you know. Oh, and did you know that Snapple makes a root beer? I've never seen it myself.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Welts
There is one thing that I suppose I will never understand about (some) men. Why, oh, why do they feel the need to injure each other in the name of fun? Wrestling in the backyard, headlocks, sports of any kind... I can't even think of all the ways manliness comes out in explosive bursts of testosterone. Like badges of honor, they come home smelling of sweat (and who knows what else) and proudly show off their latest injuries to whoever will pay a modicum of attention.
Ben and his buddy, Gabe, went paintballing today with a bunch of other guys (mostly from the ward). I suppose on some level, I understand why it would be fun to go out into the wilderness and play at war. I fail to understand, however, how getting hit in the head at close range by a paintball doesn't ruin it completely. For those of you who haven't either played paintball yourselves or witnessed the outcome of the carnage, you must be thinking, "What? A little paintball? Pffft!" Oh, you lucky souls who have been spared the awful truth.
A little anecdote: I used to subscribe to Rolling Stone magazine. Several years ago, Johnny Knoxville (of Jackass fame) graced the cover. This guy got famous for allowing his friends to do horrible, painful things to him. The cover of the magazine featured him tied to a bullseye, ready to get splattered by paintballs at close range.
Inside the magazine was a picture of the end result. I must assume that he was shot at VERY close range because those welts are some of the nastiest I've ever seen. (Sorry for the underwear shot.)
When I first looked at this article, Ben was not involved in a paintball group. I remember thinking, "What a complete moron!" Moron, indeed. As I said, those welts on Knoxville are some of the nastiest I have ever seen, but Ben has come home with some rather painful-looking ones himself. Arms, legs, hands, back, ribs, head... they've covered quite a bit of area on my mildly retarded husband. But, he usually comes home happy and well-relaxed. I say usually because there have been times he has come home steaming a little over some idiot who ignores the rules and shoots people at very, very close range or tries going into off-limits territory. And don't let me start on the terrible smell he brings home with him, somewhat like fresh air tainted with mildew and sour sweat.. I don't know.. whatever it is.. it's gross.
Ben and his buddy, Gabe, went paintballing today with a bunch of other guys (mostly from the ward). I suppose on some level, I understand why it would be fun to go out into the wilderness and play at war. I fail to understand, however, how getting hit in the head at close range by a paintball doesn't ruin it completely. For those of you who haven't either played paintball yourselves or witnessed the outcome of the carnage, you must be thinking, "What? A little paintball? Pffft!" Oh, you lucky souls who have been spared the awful truth.
A little anecdote: I used to subscribe to Rolling Stone magazine. Several years ago, Johnny Knoxville (of Jackass fame) graced the cover. This guy got famous for allowing his friends to do horrible, painful things to him. The cover of the magazine featured him tied to a bullseye, ready to get splattered by paintballs at close range.
Inside the magazine was a picture of the end result. I must assume that he was shot at VERY close range because those welts are some of the nastiest I've ever seen. (Sorry for the underwear shot.)
When I first looked at this article, Ben was not involved in a paintball group. I remember thinking, "What a complete moron!" Moron, indeed. As I said, those welts on Knoxville are some of the nastiest I have ever seen, but Ben has come home with some rather painful-looking ones himself. Arms, legs, hands, back, ribs, head... they've covered quite a bit of area on my mildly retarded husband. But, he usually comes home happy and well-relaxed. I say usually because there have been times he has come home steaming a little over some idiot who ignores the rules and shoots people at very, very close range or tries going into off-limits territory. And don't let me start on the terrible smell he brings home with him, somewhat like fresh air tainted with mildew and sour sweat.. I don't know.. whatever it is.. it's gross.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
New Haircut
Okay, so I don't have a picture yet since Ben took my camera with him to Arizona this weekend, but I got a new haircut on Friday. It's pretty amazing what a nice clean (light) haircut will do for you. I got a faux hawk.. yes, sortof like a mohawk, but not. I found a picture online.. it's not as cute as mine (since I'm so cute) but it will illustrate what I'm talking about.
The sides are really short and the top is cropped so that it comes to a point in the center. A little gel (or expensive salon "Taffy") and *poof* Fauxhawk!
So, the haircut (or haircute if you like... heehee) isn't quite what I was wanting to talk about exactly, but you might say it caused the events of today. Indirectly.. or directly.. I'm not sure.
I was getting dressed for church today and was thinking.. "If I'm not careful, I'm going to look like a boy in a skirt. THAT wouldn't be good." I pondered for a while about that. Now, I know I wouldn't really look like a boy in a skirt, but I certainly wouldn't look like a cute little feminine mommy. That has almost always been a stretch for me, though.
So, I figured the cure-all for that was a splash of makeup. I haven't worn makeup in more than 3 months since I'm usually too tired or too confident to even bother... Ben told me once that I didn't need makeup and I've been taking him completely to his word ever since. I now only wear makeup when I darn well feel like it.
So, all cute and femmy, I walked into church with Audrey throwing fits next to me. (She didn't want to be there.) One of my good friends (who has had really awful pregnancies herself) leaned over a pew and said: "Hey! How are you? Are you feeling better? You look like you're feeling better."
I, a triffle confused, said: "Oh, it depends on the moment, but I'm okay right now."
She said: "Yeah, I thought so, you have some color to your face!"
The sides are really short and the top is cropped so that it comes to a point in the center. A little gel (or expensive salon "Taffy") and *poof* Fauxhawk!So, the haircut (or haircute if you like... heehee) isn't quite what I was wanting to talk about exactly, but you might say it caused the events of today. Indirectly.. or directly.. I'm not sure.
I was getting dressed for church today and was thinking.. "If I'm not careful, I'm going to look like a boy in a skirt. THAT wouldn't be good." I pondered for a while about that. Now, I know I wouldn't really look like a boy in a skirt, but I certainly wouldn't look like a cute little feminine mommy. That has almost always been a stretch for me, though.
So, I figured the cure-all for that was a splash of makeup. I haven't worn makeup in more than 3 months since I'm usually too tired or too confident to even bother... Ben told me once that I didn't need makeup and I've been taking him completely to his word ever since. I now only wear makeup when I darn well feel like it.
So, all cute and femmy, I walked into church with Audrey throwing fits next to me. (She didn't want to be there.) One of my good friends (who has had really awful pregnancies herself) leaned over a pew and said: "Hey! How are you? Are you feeling better? You look like you're feeling better."
I, a triffle confused, said: "Oh, it depends on the moment, but I'm okay right now."
She said: "Yeah, I thought so, you have some color to your face!"
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Ok, Steve
Alrighty peeps... just a little announcement that may or may not interest you all. Ben.. wait for it.. has finally.. wait for it.... started..... a Blog! Wooooohooooz! So. You will find his blog in my blog list but if you'd like to add it to your lists, his URL is http://jamminstew.blogspot.com/ otherwise known as Ok, Steve. I can't help you much on why he chose that name... you should ask him. He is sure to have an amusing anecdote on it. :P
Happy Blogging All... we've reeled another one in!
Happy Blogging All... we've reeled another one in!
To eat or not to eat...
Is there anything better than a piece of toast with butter and Apple Butter smeared all over? Yes! Two pieces of toast with butter and Apple Butter smeared all over... oh yeah...
I have really started to appreciate what my stomach will accept and what it won't. I can't stomach a whole lot of sweets (good thing) or a whole lot of milk (sad thing). I am constantly bemused by what I think I want and the moment I take a bite: Whoa! This is disgusting!
I have been confused by my stomach several times, thinking it is telling me "you're hungry"
when really it's telling me "Stop! I can't take anymore.. where are the Tums!?!" Boy, does it make me pay when I do that. I wish I could just NOT eat and feel fine. No hope for that, unfortunately.
I am amazed at how just a passing thought can make me feel sick... (Fish oil pills) I am also amazed at how much tripe (sometimes literally) I can watch on TV and NOT feel sick... (I recently found out what tripe is...I can't believe people eat it.. sick!)
I am looking forward to the day that I wake up and don't feel like worshiping the porcelain deity.
If this pregnancy is anything like the first.. it might be another month.. here's hoping for an early reprieve.
I have really started to appreciate what my stomach will accept and what it won't. I can't stomach a whole lot of sweets (good thing) or a whole lot of milk (sad thing). I am constantly bemused by what I think I want and the moment I take a bite: Whoa! This is disgusting!
I have been confused by my stomach several times, thinking it is telling me "you're hungry"
when really it's telling me "Stop! I can't take anymore.. where are the Tums!?!" Boy, does it make me pay when I do that. I wish I could just NOT eat and feel fine. No hope for that, unfortunately.I am amazed at how just a passing thought can make me feel sick... (Fish oil pills) I am also amazed at how much tripe (sometimes literally) I can watch on TV and NOT feel sick... (I recently found out what tripe is...I can't believe people eat it.. sick!)
I am looking forward to the day that I wake up and don't feel like worshiping the porcelain deity.
If this pregnancy is anything like the first.. it might be another month.. here's hoping for an early reprieve.
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