Last Sunday, during dinner Jay asked if our trip to Hawaii was like our second honeymoon. Umm sure, I answered. Jay went on to say that for her honeymoon she was going on a Disney Cruise. Aussie piped up with his honeymoon being New York. Savvy finished it off with her dream honeymoon being to the "Triangle Square". Jay said, "Do you mean the Bermuda Triangle?"
When we arrived to Kauai, we took a taxi to our hotel. Our driver was in a mumu--but that was as authentically Hawaiin as she got-she was a New Yorker all the way. Every time her cell phone rang she answered (insert your best NY accent here), "Aloha! Sue's taxi!" It was hilarious-she reminded me of the secret agent old lady monster on Monsters Inc.
Today DH and I went on a scenic bike tour of Hawaii's "Grand Canyon". As we drove to our high on a mountaintop destination, our tour guide gave us his schpeal about the area--including the fact that the area we were to be visiting was the driest area on the island--typically only receiving 15 inches of rain per year. When we reached our scenic viewpoint--the magical canyon was smothered in a dense fog. By the time we put our helmets on and started down the mountain--it was raining. Before we had even reached the halfway point of our 13 mile trek--I guarantee I had 15 inches of water just in the bottom of my shoe.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
Edward Scissorhands Where Art Thou?
I am a creature of habit. I enjoy a good routine--or should I say rut? When I like something, I stick with it. Why leave it to chance that you won't like it? I always buy the same makeup, shop at the same stores (Kohl's, Walmart, Target, Costco), go to the same restaurant (mmm Zupas), order the same type of food (turkey cranberry panini & 1/2 summer chicken salad), order the same drink at Sonic (diet coke with lime)--I think you get the picture.
I am no different when it comes to my hair. I have been going to the same hairstylist for almost 3 years. I found her through my next door neighbor (whose hair I admired from afar). One day, I got up the guts to ask "Who does your hair?" And she told me about this girl she'd been going to for 15 years. I went to her - and she cut me a hairstyle divine (I call it the "Rosemary" after my girlfriend who told me about her).
So, I've been getting the "Rosemary" regularly for the past 3 years. It's pretty much a stacked bob - and I'm quite proud of it. I'm practically a professional at styling it - and I feel very trendy (of course, I do have matching hair with my neighbor - but she's a brunette and I'm blond - so I figure who's gonna notice?)
My sister Jilly and I are both going on vacation this upcoming week. We needed haircuts - so I made an appointment with my hairstylist. Jill hasn't had her hair cut since October (and that was done by her good friend that she completely trusted). So upon my "trustworthy" referral she decided to give my hairgirl, Kay, a try.
Oopsie.
Kay is really good at cutting the "Rosemary" - but if you throw a new do' at her - sometimes there can be trouble. Kay may or may not be able to accomodate you (and it's a given that she will not be able to style it cute either way). Well, Jill didn't want the "Rosemary" she wanted the "Mollie" (which is the name of her friend who cut her hair in October). I must admit the "Mollie" is a very cute cut--I even thought about asking for the "Mollie" today - until I watched dear Kay cut Jill's hair into a "Rosemary".
Still, when it was my turn to get into the chair - I wasn't completely convinced that Kay couldn't do something a little different. I decided it was time to change it up a bit. So I asked for a flippity-stacked-partial-a-line (not really the name of the cut -but I did show her a picture).
Round One: Back of hair is flippity & stacked. No partial a-line. Kay commences styling and blow drying. I hate to cause trouble - but finally I can't take it anymore and I ask for a re-do of the do (at least on the sides).
Round Two: After spraying my hair with water, snip, snip on the sides. The sides look better. Kay begins styling and blow drying - and in the middle of it--she decides I need more layers in the back at the top of my head.
Round Three: After cutting more layers, the styling begins again. It's not going well. She's tried to flip up my sides (which isn't what the pic even looks like). Then she flat irons it (which with my thin and crappy hair - you only can flat iron it when there is no hairspray in it - or it's fly away city).
Round Four: Somehow during the styling, the scissors reappear. My hair is dry and partially styled -- but she seems to be snipping and snapping off little stray pieces. I started to feel like one of Edward Scissorhands projects gone awry. An hour has passed, since the haircut began - and Kay finally finishes up with the styling. It actually turned out pretty cute.
I am hoping that with all the crazy cutting and styling that I can get it to work tomorrow. If not, I guess I'll just go back to cutting it and styling it like the "Rosemary"--I mean really what was I thinking? Why didn't I just stick with a good thing?
I am no different when it comes to my hair. I have been going to the same hairstylist for almost 3 years. I found her through my next door neighbor (whose hair I admired from afar). One day, I got up the guts to ask "Who does your hair?" And she told me about this girl she'd been going to for 15 years. I went to her - and she cut me a hairstyle divine (I call it the "Rosemary" after my girlfriend who told me about her).
So, I've been getting the "Rosemary" regularly for the past 3 years. It's pretty much a stacked bob - and I'm quite proud of it. I'm practically a professional at styling it - and I feel very trendy (of course, I do have matching hair with my neighbor - but she's a brunette and I'm blond - so I figure who's gonna notice?)
My sister Jilly and I are both going on vacation this upcoming week. We needed haircuts - so I made an appointment with my hairstylist. Jill hasn't had her hair cut since October (and that was done by her good friend that she completely trusted). So upon my "trustworthy" referral she decided to give my hairgirl, Kay, a try.
Oopsie.
Kay is really good at cutting the "Rosemary" - but if you throw a new do' at her - sometimes there can be trouble. Kay may or may not be able to accomodate you (and it's a given that she will not be able to style it cute either way). Well, Jill didn't want the "Rosemary" she wanted the "Mollie" (which is the name of her friend who cut her hair in October). I must admit the "Mollie" is a very cute cut--I even thought about asking for the "Mollie" today - until I watched dear Kay cut Jill's hair into a "Rosemary".
Still, when it was my turn to get into the chair - I wasn't completely convinced that Kay couldn't do something a little different. I decided it was time to change it up a bit. So I asked for a flippity-stacked-partial-a-line (not really the name of the cut -but I did show her a picture).
Round One: Back of hair is flippity & stacked. No partial a-line. Kay commences styling and blow drying. I hate to cause trouble - but finally I can't take it anymore and I ask for a re-do of the do (at least on the sides).
Round Two: After spraying my hair with water, snip, snip on the sides. The sides look better. Kay begins styling and blow drying - and in the middle of it--she decides I need more layers in the back at the top of my head.
Round Three: After cutting more layers, the styling begins again. It's not going well. She's tried to flip up my sides (which isn't what the pic even looks like). Then she flat irons it (which with my thin and crappy hair - you only can flat iron it when there is no hairspray in it - or it's fly away city).
Round Four: Somehow during the styling, the scissors reappear. My hair is dry and partially styled -- but she seems to be snipping and snapping off little stray pieces. I started to feel like one of Edward Scissorhands projects gone awry. An hour has passed, since the haircut began - and Kay finally finishes up with the styling. It actually turned out pretty cute.
I am hoping that with all the crazy cutting and styling that I can get it to work tomorrow. If not, I guess I'll just go back to cutting it and styling it like the "Rosemary"--I mean really what was I thinking? Why didn't I just stick with a good thing?
Sunday, February 10, 2008
The Sunday Funnies
Aussie is a pretty easy-going kid. He really just goes with the flow (unless someone tries to mess with his video games - then it's no holds barred). For the cubscout Blue and Gold Banquet we had to do a mother/son cake. There was really no theme--just whatever you wanted. (This was such a cute idea - but I wish we would've gotten more notice--we found out late Monday night--and the blue and gold was Wednesday).
So Tuesday, while Aussie was at school, I started to rack my brain for an easy yet fun idea. I thought a fishbowl cake with swedish fish would do the trick. After school, I presented the idea to Aussie - and he was fine with it. Wednesday morning, I started to worry that it was too babyish for a big 9 year old. I discussed (at length) with Jilly - what she thought. She agreed that it might not be the perfect idea - but do to time restraints, what other choice did I have?
It was truly the witching hour (3 pm on the day of the Blue and Gold which started
at 6), when I found a glorious space cake. It didn't look to hard to do - and all I had to buy was m&m's. Piece of cake (hehe). But, I worried that Aussie would be attached to the fish cake - or not like the space cake. It was causing me much stress.
Aussie got home from school - and I showed him a picture of the space cake. I asked him if it would be alright if we opted for this one instead. After going the entire day with a knot in my stomach about this very important scout cake--he says, "Yah - I like it. So, what did the other cake look like?" Of all my kids, I should've known that Aussie would be fine with whatever.
At Christmas time, Jay and I were headed to the Mall for some shopping. I am not a frequent mall shopper. I am too cheap - and too lazy to drive all the way to the mall (which really is only like a 10 minute drive). But with Kohls and Ross a heartbeat away in my cute little town - I figure what's the point of venturing into the big city? I began to realize the error of my ways, when we passed through the parking lot of "Macy's" department store. Jay says, "Mom, I've always thought it was funny that they put a grocery store in the mall." Boy, did I have some splainin' to do. I guess a little exposure to mall shopping may be important for my Jay's social wellbeing.
So Tuesday, while Aussie was at school, I started to rack my brain for an easy yet fun idea. I thought a fishbowl cake with swedish fish would do the trick. After school, I presented the idea to Aussie - and he was fine with it. Wednesday morning, I started to worry that it was too babyish for a big 9 year old. I discussed (at length) with Jilly - what she thought. She agreed that it might not be the perfect idea - but do to time restraints, what other choice did I have?
It was truly the witching hour (3 pm on the day of the Blue and Gold which started
at 6), when I found a glorious space cake. It didn't look to hard to do - and all I had to buy was m&m's. Piece of cake (hehe). But, I worried that Aussie would be attached to the fish cake - or not like the space cake. It was causing me much stress.Aussie got home from school - and I showed him a picture of the space cake. I asked him if it would be alright if we opted for this one instead. After going the entire day with a knot in my stomach about this very important scout cake--he says, "Yah - I like it. So, what did the other cake look like?" Of all my kids, I should've known that Aussie would be fine with whatever.
At Christmas time, Jay and I were headed to the Mall for some shopping. I am not a frequent mall shopper. I am too cheap - and too lazy to drive all the way to the mall (which really is only like a 10 minute drive). But with Kohls and Ross a heartbeat away in my cute little town - I figure what's the point of venturing into the big city? I began to realize the error of my ways, when we passed through the parking lot of "Macy's" department store. Jay says, "Mom, I've always thought it was funny that they put a grocery store in the mall." Boy, did I have some splainin' to do. I guess a little exposure to mall shopping may be important for my Jay's social wellbeing.
Friday, February 8, 2008
Two Things
Two names you go by:
1. Nic
2. Mom
Two things you are wearing:
1. long sleeve shirt
2. capris
Two of your favorite things to do:
1. reading
2. talking on the phone
Two things you want very badly at the moment:
1. diet coke
2. control of the TV
Two favorite pets you have had or have now or want:
1. dare I say - Elvis the cat?
2. hmmm? I wouldn't mind a cute little dog
Two things you did last night:
1. went to Chinese Culture thingy with the kids at their school (note to self: never taste dried seaweed -even if they say it's good)
2. went to Stake Food Storage meeting - (note to self: food storage lady said to make your own dried seaweed cause the shelf life is like 60 years-was there a seaweed theme last night or what?)
Two places you love to eat:
1. Zupas
2. In and Out
Two things you ate today:
1. diet coke
2. wheat thins
Two people you last talked to:
1. Jeff
2. kids (it may have involved some yelling-after all it was bedtime)
Two things you are doing tomorrow:
1. going to swim team with the twins
2. Shopping for Hawaii
Two longest car rides:
1. Utah to Arizona
2. Getting lost with the YW in the slums of SLC, on the way home from the temple. Somehow we ended up on a one way street to nowhere--the 30 minute trip took us almost an hour. I kept telling the girls we were taking the scenic route.
Two favorite holidays:
1. Halloween
2. my birthday
Two favorite vacations:
1. Florida
2. AZ
Two dream vacations:
1. Europe
2. Bahamas
Two favorite beverages:
1. Diet Coke
2. Diet Coke with lime
1. Nic
2. Mom
Two things you are wearing:
1. long sleeve shirt
2. capris
Two of your favorite things to do:
1. reading
2. talking on the phone
Two things you want very badly at the moment:
1. diet coke
2. control of the TV
Two favorite pets you have had or have now or want:
1. dare I say - Elvis the cat?
2. hmmm? I wouldn't mind a cute little dog
Two things you did last night:
1. went to Chinese Culture thingy with the kids at their school (note to self: never taste dried seaweed -even if they say it's good)
2. went to Stake Food Storage meeting - (note to self: food storage lady said to make your own dried seaweed cause the shelf life is like 60 years-was there a seaweed theme last night or what?)
Two places you love to eat:
1. Zupas
2. In and Out
Two things you ate today:
1. diet coke
2. wheat thins
Two people you last talked to:
1. Jeff
2. kids (it may have involved some yelling-after all it was bedtime)
Two things you are doing tomorrow:
1. going to swim team with the twins
2. Shopping for Hawaii
Two longest car rides:
1. Utah to Arizona
2. Getting lost with the YW in the slums of SLC, on the way home from the temple. Somehow we ended up on a one way street to nowhere--the 30 minute trip took us almost an hour. I kept telling the girls we were taking the scenic route.
Two favorite holidays:
1. Halloween
2. my birthday
Two favorite vacations:
1. Florida
2. AZ
Two dream vacations:
1. Europe
2. Bahamas
Two favorite beverages:
1. Diet Coke
2. Diet Coke with lime
A Fashion Friend
As I finish up my shopping for our trip to Hawaii next week, I have come to the conclusion that somebody needs to invent a "Fashion Friend" gadget. Plenty of fashion challenged girls (me included), would definitely benefit from this. My current "Fashion Friend" is my sister Jilly. Now, don't get me wrong - she's fabulous. But, I think she is getting a little tired of my fashion emergency shopping sprees.
In the beginning (a couple of weeks ago), Jill and her 3 year old son, would meet me at pre-selected stores - and watch the fashion show. Now it's gotten to the point - where she doesn't have the time (and her 3 year old doesn't have the energy) to keep chasing me around on my wild goose (clothes) chases.
So, I continue to buy outfits, model it for Jilly (at her house or mine), then return what doesn't work. This is not efficient for anyone involved. The other day - I bought an outfit at Old Crazy - I was so desperate for approval - that I emailed her the link to the shirt and hoodie I bought. I realize it's beyond annoying--but I am at a loss on what to do.
Obviously, I am a terrible decision maker. Just think how fab it would be if I could just take my "Fashion Friend" to the dressing room with me, try on the outfit, scan myself into "Fashion Friend" and it would say "Yay!" "Nay" or "Absolutely No Way"! It would be a lifesaver for both me and my dear sis.
In the beginning (a couple of weeks ago), Jill and her 3 year old son, would meet me at pre-selected stores - and watch the fashion show. Now it's gotten to the point - where she doesn't have the time (and her 3 year old doesn't have the energy) to keep chasing me around on my wild goose (clothes) chases.
So, I continue to buy outfits, model it for Jilly (at her house or mine), then return what doesn't work. This is not efficient for anyone involved. The other day - I bought an outfit at Old Crazy - I was so desperate for approval - that I emailed her the link to the shirt and hoodie I bought. I realize it's beyond annoying--but I am at a loss on what to do.
Obviously, I am a terrible decision maker. Just think how fab it would be if I could just take my "Fashion Friend" to the dressing room with me, try on the outfit, scan myself into "Fashion Friend" and it would say "Yay!" "Nay" or "Absolutely No Way"! It would be a lifesaver for both me and my dear sis.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Moby Dick
This morning as we were getting ready for school and Savvy said, "Mom, there are kids at school who think that 'Moby Dick' is a bad word".
"Do they know it's a book about a whale?" I asked (fearing the answer).
"Yes, I told them. But they still say it's a bad word," she said.
Then Aussie pipes in, "Yah mom, and at scouts last night we asked Adam if he thought it was a book or a bad word - and he said a bad word - so it must be true." (Great - they are spreading it through the ward.)
We seriously had T-3 minutes before we had to leave for carpool - not really time to go into a sensitive discussion about "Moby Dick". So I took the easy way out - "We've got to get ready for school - we'll talk about it later." I won't win a mother of the year award for that one - but at least I bought myself some time.
My sister Jilly, had a similar post on her blog. What is it with kids these days? They are truly growing older and older by the minute. Quite honestly, I don't think I heard the "Moby Dick" joke until I was in high school. Are you kidding me? Do I really want to teach my 9 year olds naughty slang? What should I do? What would you say to your child? Curses to the potty mouths of the world!
"Do they know it's a book about a whale?" I asked (fearing the answer).
"Yes, I told them. But they still say it's a bad word," she said.
Then Aussie pipes in, "Yah mom, and at scouts last night we asked Adam if he thought it was a book or a bad word - and he said a bad word - so it must be true." (Great - they are spreading it through the ward.)
We seriously had T-3 minutes before we had to leave for carpool - not really time to go into a sensitive discussion about "Moby Dick". So I took the easy way out - "We've got to get ready for school - we'll talk about it later." I won't win a mother of the year award for that one - but at least I bought myself some time.
My sister Jilly, had a similar post on her blog. What is it with kids these days? They are truly growing older and older by the minute. Quite honestly, I don't think I heard the "Moby Dick" joke until I was in high school. Are you kidding me? Do I really want to teach my 9 year olds naughty slang? What should I do? What would you say to your child? Curses to the potty mouths of the world!
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Let it Snow?
I like snow. I know plenty of people who hate it - but I've always been a sucker for 
a white Christmas. I don't even hate it when it's still snowing in March. I remember rejoicing my Freshman year in college (Utah State University--in Logan) when it snowed on June 10th. It was magical (of course it melted in an hours time--but still it was pretty awesome-and boy were the snowbirds from AZ ticked).
With that said, this year in UT has been killer for snow. I'm not sure if I can take much more of it. I'm okay with the 2-4 inches in a snow storm. It's easy to shovel,
fun to play in - and it's usually melted away by the time the next snow storm comes through. It's the 12-15 inches that is driving me crazy. I remember it snowing like this when I was a kid - but with the global warming (and truly I don't even know what I'm talking about - it just sounds good) effect we just haven't seen snowstorms of a foot deep for quite some time. On Sunday, during another huge snowstorm, Jay said - this snow isn't even fun to play in anymore - it's just too deep to even walk in it.
Since the beginning of 2008: I have been stuck in a snowbank at the end of my
driveway twice (stinkin' snowplows), had church canceled due to excessive snow, had school dismissed early because of snow, and have slid through no less then 5 stop signs because of ice (and DH I promise I was going very slow).
I've had it. I'm done. Finito. Kaput. No more snow I say (of course, it's snowing outside as I make my demands). I'm dreaming of a tropical beach, warm sand, balmy 80 degree weather--thank goodness it's only 8 days and counting till we leave for Hawaii. The end is in sight (or I guess I should say a reprieve is in sight).
a white Christmas. I don't even hate it when it's still snowing in March. I remember rejoicing my Freshman year in college (Utah State University--in Logan) when it snowed on June 10th. It was magical (of course it melted in an hours time--but still it was pretty awesome-and boy were the snowbirds from AZ ticked). With that said, this year in UT has been killer for snow. I'm not sure if I can take much more of it. I'm okay with the 2-4 inches in a snow storm. It's easy to shovel,
fun to play in - and it's usually melted away by the time the next snow storm comes through. It's the 12-15 inches that is driving me crazy. I remember it snowing like this when I was a kid - but with the global warming (and truly I don't even know what I'm talking about - it just sounds good) effect we just haven't seen snowstorms of a foot deep for quite some time. On Sunday, during another huge snowstorm, Jay said - this snow isn't even fun to play in anymore - it's just too deep to even walk in it.Since the beginning of 2008: I have been stuck in a snowbank at the end of my
driveway twice (stinkin' snowplows), had church canceled due to excessive snow, had school dismissed early because of snow, and have slid through no less then 5 stop signs because of ice (and DH I promise I was going very slow). I've had it. I'm done. Finito. Kaput. No more snow I say (of course, it's snowing outside as I make my demands). I'm dreaming of a tropical beach, warm sand, balmy 80 degree weather--thank goodness it's only 8 days and counting till we leave for Hawaii. The end is in sight (or I guess I should say a reprieve is in sight).
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