Friday, June 29, 2007

Name Dropping (or-silliness for a Friday)

Many many years ago, I embarrassed my friend and roommate Heidi, by doing something which, if I had it to do over again, I would. In a second.

We had just attended a Voice Male concert at Utah State University. At the time, Voice Male was the hot, popular, don't-they-just-make-you-swoon vocal group on campus, and as most of the members were single, the crowd was full of college-age girls, all at some level of infatuation with one or more of those dapper young men. One of those dapper young men just happened to be our neighbor at the time, and in addition to being our neighbor, he was a very good friend of ours as well.

Well, at that particular moment (as we were leaving the concert), I was feeling rather brave (and silly), and as I looked around me at all the girls chattering and giggling, I very loudly (too loudly, actually) said to Heidi:


Several girls turned around to look at us at that point, and Heidi was just one step above being mortified. I on the other hand, was laughing uncontrollably.

I still smile to think of that memory.

So, in memory of that auspicious moment, I give you a short list of influential people with whom I have some kind of a close-ish relationship.

Tom Williams, host of "Opera Saturday" on Utah Public Radio (and co-host of "Open Forum" on the same station), has been known to lend me books and play "Zilch" with me.

Bob Bennett, U.S. Senator from Utah is my first cousin twice removed. (I don't believe we've ever had a face-to-face conversation, but still.)

Michael R. Hicks, composer and arranger of LDS music (and other music), served in the Santa Rosa California Mission at the same time that I did. I think we might even have been in the same zone at one point or another.

Michael Ballam is my boss (although he prefers it when I call him my "colleague"), and willingly sang three songs at my wedding luncheon.

Fred Adams , founder of the Utah Shakespearean Festival, has a daughter (named Dorcus) who used to babysit me.

David Miller, tenor in the group Il Divo, used to have my autograph. (I signed his checks when he worked as an ensemble artist for the Utah Festival Opera years ago--back before he was propelled into international stardom)

And finally,

Phil Kesler, baritone in the group Voice Male, used to make me (and my roommates) dinner at least once per week, and let me practice his piano whenever I asked him to.

You know how they say it's not what you know, but who you know that matters?

Oh yeah baby, I am peachy keen.



p.s.-did you notice that I don't know any famous female public figures at this point in my life? There's time for that though, right?

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

I can't decide what to name this post

Wow! Two posts in two consecutive days? What could this possibly mean?

Nothing really. Things are fine, and all is well. This will probably be short however.

My big project is about to change. For the past week or so, I've been hanging pictures throughout our home. I think I've got things to where I like them--for now at least. So, now it's time to tackle the (actually fairly enjoyable) job of scrapbooking our wedding, wedding reception, honeymoon-ette, and actual honeymoon. I'm kind of a low-maintenance scrapbooker in that I don't use cute little die-cuts or trinkets. I'm kind of a high- maintenance scrapbooker in that I take LOTS of pictures, and I put ALL (or nearly all) of them in scrapbooks. I haven't counted lately, but I estimate that I probably have 18-20 scrapbooks, all of me, my family, my different roommates, and my travels. They are SO fun to look through, but they do take up a lot of space. Sometimes I wonder what I'm going to do about this, since I plan on living at least as many years more as I have so far. Get a bigger house? Buy more bookshelves?

But really, that's a question for another day.

In honor of the change in projects, and as a closing note, I'll post a couple of my favorite pictures from our wedding, pictures I haven't posted before, because I just received the digital negatives a short while ago. I call this collection:


p.s. As of today, Eric has his own blog. I haven't decided for sure whether or not I want to expose his address to the whole world yet though. It centers on Japanese Robot Collecting, and it seems pretty geeky-even to "blinded by love" me. Of course, who am I kidding? Like this blog isn't geeky?


Tuesday, June 26, 2007


Make new friends, but keep the old,
One is silver and the other gold

I used to sing that song at 4-H camp and at Girl's Camp, back when I was in middle school and high school. We'd sing it as a round. I wish I knew how to add sound clips (and I wish I had a sound clip of it to add), and I'd do it. It's a beautiful little song.

Anyway, the past week or so has been all about "keeping the old" (as in friends).

Last Thursday Eric and I were able to meet up with Heidi and Phil, and meet their new darling baby daughter, Eden. We hadn't seen each other since Eric and I became a Mr. and a Mrs., or since Phil and Heidi became a dad and a mom. So, there was lots to talk about. Baby stuff and wedding stuff and what's-your-favorite-part-about-being-married stuff and what's-the-hardest-thing-to-get-used-to-now-that-you're-a-parent stuff. And then there was just the general friend stuff as well. It was lovely. H&P(and E) are now down in Utah County, visiting other family. But, they'll be back up this way before they head back to Alabama, so I'm hoping for a few more good chats and laughs.

Friday we met up with Dorothea and Sergei for a night of eating and games. Getting our food was a bit of an ordeal, because everyone but me ordered steaks, and every one of the steaks was significantly undercooked from what had been ordered. Then, at least one of them came back over-cooked. I hate complaining in restaurants, or making a fuss when I get the wrong amount of change or am overcharged at grocery stores and stuff, but I also hate getting cold food, or under-cooked food, or paying more than I was told I would. It's such a dilemma, you know? But, it all got straightened out, and our great server gave us a hefty discount on the meal, which was really good of him.

After dinner, we played "Acquire", which is a great game that Eric had been raving about from
the time we got married until we took some of our wedding money and purchased a copy. I think Eric mainly likes it because he's good at it--he's won every time we've played. But, it is a fun game, and it was especially fun to play with Dorothea and Sergei.

Saturday was a day full of friends. My friend Harriet, (who organized our engagement party last March) went through the temple and received her endowment . She had been baptized just over a year previously (which is a whole other story), and so it was a real thrill to be able to go to the temple with her. In an added bonus, my friend and former co-worker Delphina made the trip up from Orem to be in attendance as well, so we were able to catch up with each other as well. Nice!

Saturday evening (while Eric was busy working on some drawings that he's got to get done before the end of July) I made a surprise visit to Bonita Juanita, which was lovely. Sunday afternoon, I sang a duet with Sylvia in the ward that Eric and I used to attend before we were married. So, there were all kinds of friends there.

And then the weekend ended and the week began.

Keep the old indeed. I hope I always can.

Friday, June 22, 2007

an update

I think today I might just share a little more information on some of the developments on things that I've written previously.

As far as Adventures with Caffeine goes, I got the bottle of "No Doze" (which, incidentally, is spelled "No Doz"on the bottle) out of the RAV, and looked at the pills. Each of them is roughly one half the size of the "Jet Boost" (which, incidentally is really called "Jet Alert") pill that I took on Wednesday. So, basically, I took about four times as much caffeine as I ever take.

To quote Han Solo (in Star Wars: A New Hope); Sometimes I even amaze myself.

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As far as Eric's adventures as Young Men's President go, he came home from his first ever Young Men's activity on Tuesday. It was supposed to go until about 8:00 p.m. , and Eric was lightly grumbling about the fact that he had to go there straight from work. Well, at 9:45, a very exhausted but content Eric walked through our door. He had been laying sod and planting trees for over three hours. I don't know that I've ever seen him so worn out, but he also looked and seemed very much at peace and happy.

The boys had been working at Ryan's Place Park , which is a whole other story (a really really good story--you can go to here for an overview), and within a three-hour period, Eric and about 200 other youth and leaders in our area had landscaped an entire park. I happened to visit the park this morning as I was out running, and I nearly started crying as I looked around and realized how quickly the park had gone up, how nice it all looked, and how it was entirely a volunteer effort. It's one of those things that make me so pleased to live where I live.

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And as far as the "aunt adventures" go, we met up with Greg and Tamara to play games a week ago. The kids were still up when we got there, and I was treated to the best jumping I've seen since my mom and I went to Pikeville in the fall of 2005*. Really, Joseph, Jonathan, and Emma were jumping all over the place. There were jumps off the couch, jumps off the window seat, jumps off the window seat and onto the couch, jumps from the couch to the floor on their knees, jumps aiming for blankets on the floor, jumps aiming for toys against the far wall. You name it, they were jumping to it or on it or off it. It was a jumping extravaganza!

In a preview of coming aunt/uncle adventures; one week from today, Eric and I will be watching two of my nieces, ages nearly-4 and 2, while my brother (Mark, not dishboy) and his wife take an overnight break to celebrate their fifth wedding anniversary. It will be the first time Kamree and Kirsten will have spent a night away from their parents, which would also make it the first time Mark & Krista have spent a night away from their children. It will also be the first time Eric and I have had overnight guests (since we were married), and more importantly, the first time we've had responsibility for any children for longer than a few hours at a time. So, that's a lot of firsts, don't you think? "Firsts" tend to be material for interesting (if not always completely pleasant) experiences. So, maybe I'll have some fun stories for y'all come the first part of July.

And, with that little teaser, I leave you for another few days.

Happy Friday.


*On that occasion, my three-year-old nephew Spencer showed his enthusiasm for our visit by jumping off the couch and on to the floor for a record-setting 30 consecutive minutes.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Adventures with Caffeine

So, I woke up this morning with a bit of a headache. I had a low-grade headache most of the day yesterday, and I think this morning's ailment was just a left-over from that.

Now, I'm the kind of person that when I have a headache or a backache or a toe-ache or whatever, I reach for the Ibuprofen faster than a lizard races for cover when being discovered by a rambunctious 3-year old (How do you like that simile? I came up with it all by myself. Obviously).

So, I had already tried Ibuprofen, to no avail. Then I remembered that sometimes I get headaches that can only be beaten by drinking a Coke or a Pepsi or some other caffeinated drink. Eric happens to be nearly addicted to Diet Pepsi, and so we generally have some of that in our pantry. However, as I was taking my vitamins this morning, I noticed a bottle of "Jet Boost" (or something like that) caffeine pills. I read the label, and it looked like it was basically the same thing as the "No Doze" that I keep in the glove compartment in the RAV. (I rarely use it, but back when I used to make those looooong Southern Utah to Northern Utah treks all by myself, I found that 1/2 a pill could really be helpful at times.)

So, anyway, I read the label, learned that each pill contains as much caffeine as 2 cups of coffee, determined that if I was a coffee drinker, I would probably drink two cups at a time, forgot that I only take 1/2 of a no-doze when I'm driving, and popped one in my mouth.

That was probably a mistake.

I spent the rest of the morning with my hands, fingers, and arms in a perpetual state of the shakes. Not enough to keep me from being able to do my work or anything, just enough to be bothersome to me. My head (while not aching in the least) has had that low-grade "buzzy" feeling that I get when I'm going on an adrenaline rush, and I've just had a general nervous fight-or-flight feeling. It's also been harder for me to concentrate in general.

Thankfully, these effects have been wearing off, and I'm feeling more normal now (but still headache-free, thankfully). I expect that within 2-3 hours I'll be completely back to my old self.

So, what have we learned from this little adventure?
  1. If I had been born a coffee drinker, I would definitely have been a one cup or less woman.
  2. If I'm going to try to cure a headache with caffeine, one small glass of Diet Pepsi is probably my best bet.
  3. I need to move that "Jet Boost" bottle so that I don't see it when I'm taking my vitamins ever ever again.
And that's today's lesson.

Monday, June 18, 2007

Am I married to Fred MacMurray?

What a weekend!

Friday was the Summerfest performance. It went pretty well. The best part of the whole thing was being able to see so many friends and family there. My parents came up, along with my sister-in-law and two of my nieces. In addition, the Packers (who were a little like adopted parents to me when I was in middle school and high school) surprised me by coming up from Layton (how nice!). After I was done singing, I ran into several local friends who had seen my name in the paper and came to hear me, it seems more because they missed our wedding reception than for any other reason. So, it was fun to catch up with them as well. There were friends who took late lunches from their jobs to come and smile up at me, and finally, Eric's parents, sister-in-law (along with Jonathan, Joseph, Big Emma, and Rebekah), and aunts came as well. (and of course, Eric was there too) Honestly, I think there might have been only 3 or 4 people in the audience with whom I wasn't personally acquainted. That probably doesn't say much for my talent, but what does that matter to me? To have a circle of friends and family who will provide this kind of support . . . well, let's just say it's a blessing. A great big giant wonderful blessing.

Friday night we went for sushi with the Cantwell's to celebrate Father's Day. Saturday I went for a walk and a chat with my friend Sequina in the morning, and Eric and I went to Summerfest (now that I was more relaxed and could enjoy it) and a play in the evening.

Sunday ended up being kind of a crazy day. At about 10:30 a.m., the second counselor in our bishopric came knocking at the door and asked us to meet with the Bishop (together) in two hours. I might mention that while Brother M- was in a shirt and tie, Eric and I were still in our pajamas, and when we heard the doorbell, Eric had to quickly put on a t-shirt while I hid upstairs and eavesdropped.

I spent the next two hours idly wondering what this would mean. Neither of us had callings in the ward yet, but neither of us had ever really met with the Bishop in our new ward yet either. So, I (optimistically) decided that he probably just wanted to meet with us, and get to know us a little better, since we were new members of his ward and all. (Yeah, right)

So, to make a longer story with a bunch of unnecessary details shorter, we met with the Bishop, and rather than calling us to work in the nursery together (which is what Eric was thinking would happen), he called Eric to be the Young Men's President! How cool is that? On the one hand, I'm a little bummed, because it has been great fun to have Eric all to myself for these glorious two months. Being the Young Men's President is one of those time-intensive callings, and I'm not looking forward to sharing my man. For the most part though, I'm really pleased. Eric relates very well to teenage boys (Actually, he relates really well to people of all ages. That's one of the things I love most about him), and I think he'll be able to do some good there.

As we were sitting in Church, scenes from the movie Follow Me Boys kept rolling through my mind. Eric's duties are not as scout-related as they would be if he had been asked to be the scoutmaster, so it's not an exact match, of course. All the same, I'm thinking I might want to start keeping fresh baked cookies or something around the house, just in case some lost boy needs to drop by for a little bit of warmth and understanding.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Delayed Gratification

A couple of years ago, I had a conversation that means more to me now than it did then.

You know how sometimes that happens?

Anyway, it was with one of my voice teachers. She was a wonderfully eccentric lady, free-spirited and fun, quick to speak her mind, kind of quirky, and married to an engineer. I don't know if she had married late or just had kids a little bit later in life, but when I knew her, she had an seven-year old and a four-year old. She was probably in her late forties at the time of the conversation in question.

Anyway, we were talking about the events of the day, and she was telling me about how she had gone to a concert that afternoon to see her kids perform. As she was describing how they did, she then went on to describe her conduct during the concert. She said that she had taken the video camera, and was climbing over other parents and audience members, most of whom were at least 10 years younger than she was, in an attempt to get the best shots of her little darlings.
She showed no remorse for doing any of this, and pretty much laughed at herself saying, "I know they all thought I was crazy at the best, and rude at the worst, but you know, I waited a long time for these kids! I'm going to enjoy them!"
(abrupt change of subject coming)
Most of my friends and all of my immediate family married when they were in their 20s. I'm thirty-six years old, and I've been married for two months today. I've pasted some pictures below of what the back bumper of Eric's car looks like these days. I want to make it clear that I had nothing to do with this sticker. Eric bought it completely by himself, and it was a totally (albeit pleasant) surprise to me when I discovered it.

Some may think this is a bit cheesy (in fact, most people probably will think it even more than a bit cheesy). But, to quote (and change ever so slightly) the words of my teacher Maribeth; Eric and I waited a long time to find each other, and now that we finally have, we are (sure as heck) going to enjoy it!


(p.s.--don't get used to this "posting everyday" thing. I'm sure it will soon come to an end, and I'll be back to my usual "twice a week or so" schedule)

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

heading off a comment from dishboy

I just realized that I neglected to mention any memories I have with any of the children of dishboy and scullery maid. Since they are probably the most frequent readers, and definitely the most frequent posters to this blog, that is really inexcusable.

So, here are some of my favorite memories with Spencer and Jessi (Kristian is one of those who is really too young for memories at this point):

  • Walking with Spencer through the streets of Pikeville Kentucky, trying to protect him as he walked up to complete stranger after complete stranger, making new friends.

  • Jessi running around my parent's house with a cape tied around her neck and a ski cap on her head, looking like some odd incarnation of a super-hero.

  • Teaching Spencer to say, "Never! I am a Jedi as my father was before me!" when he received a light saber for Christmas in 2005.

  • Watching Spencer and my dad shovel snow in the driveway through the window of my parent's house.

You may notice that these memories are heavy on the Spencer side and light on the Jessi side. All I can say to that is that Spencer is older. So, there you have it.


Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Aunt Charlotte

Before I married Eric, I was the proud aunt of twelve nieces and nephews. To say that I LOVE being an aunt would be a huge understatement. I loved playing "Cootie" with Kaylee when she was three years old, I loved how Dallen would just toddle over and plop himself in my lap anytime that lap was free. I loved how Marian would sing songs from Sleeping Beauty to me whenever I would call to talk with my sister on the phone. I could go on with happy memories involving most of the others (not all of the others though-none of the last three have been around for more than six months, which makes it hard to have a whole lot of quality aunt time with them), but I think you get the idea.

The fabulous thing about marrying Eric (aside from the fact that I get to live with and be married to Eric) is that I now have an additional nine nieces and nephews to play with! Hooray! We spent much of Sunday afternoon with Eric's parents as well as his brother and their family. The two boys, (who I think were a little leery of me in the beginning) have apparently decided that rather than being competition for Uncle Eric's attention, I am more along the lines of an extension of Uncle Eric-i.e., someone who can play with them when he's busy doing other things. Yesterday we spent a while in the garden, lifting up rocks and logs and looking at the bugs underneath. I don't think the boys were expecting me to pick up the earthworms and potato bugs without being squeamish, but once they got over their initial disappointment (that they couldn't scare me with them), we all had a good time looking at these very interesting creatures. I drew the line at centipedes though. I absolutely detest centipedes.

And then there's little Emma (or big Emma, as she prefers to be called). Emma is three years old, and she appears to have decided that as far as girls in the family go she and I are it for now. (moms and grandmas don't really count ya know?) Emma does have a little sister, but she doesn't really talk yet, and so isn't completely satisfactory as a playmate at this point. So, Emma plays with me. She wears my shoes, and tries on my jewelry (I usually try to wear the cheap stuff when I know I'm going to see her, for that very reason). She protects me from the antics of her brothers, (on Sunday she very ably rescued one of my shoes from the clutches of 6-year old Johnathan), and we talk about how good it is that we are nice girls, instead of teasing boys. Best of all, if I'm sitting down, all I have to do is hold my arms out, and within a split second, my arms and lap are full of sweet, tender, charming, little, big, Emma.


That's me.

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow

Yesterday I had lunch with Dorothea. It was great fun. I ordered the Monte Cristo sandwich, which is my favorite thing on the lunch menu for this particular restaurant. It's basically two slices of French toast with ham and turkey and Swiss cheese and mayo in between it all. It comes with fries or English chips, and I always get the English Chips. I'm telling you, it is DELICIOUS. Unfortunately, it's also packed with fat and calories. I only ate half the sandwich, but still.

Better than the food though, was being able to chat with Dorothea. We've gone through some similar experiences over the past year (and we've gone through some experiences that weren't all that similar to each other as well), and it's been fun (not to mention therapeutic) along the way to compare notes and stuff. Add that to the fact that our husbands get along pretty well, and it makes for a very satisfying friendship. I'm a lucky girl.

Today I was supposed to be able to get the enlargements and negatives from our wedding, but as it turns out, our photographer is in Salt Lake for another wedding all day. So, I'll have to pick them up tomorrow I guess. I'm looking forward to getting those, because when I have them, I can get really serious about figuring out what we'll be putting on the walls of our house.

When Eric moved in, I cleared off some of the walls, because the decor there was just too cute and feminine for any self-respecting man to enjoy. But I'm getting tired of blank walls, and I'm looking forward to filling them up. We probably won't be buying anything new, but I have a bunch of stuff and Eric has a bunch of stuff, and I think it will be fun to put together a display or two that will use some of it all. So, I've been waiting for wedding pictures, just in case we want to display some of them. Now I'll have to wait a bit longer, but it's all good.

Tomorrow (in addition to picking up pictures) I'm going camping for the first time this year! Yippee!! Ilsa (and her friend Sally) have organized a big camp-out for all their friends. This is the 10th year in a row that they have done it, and it will be my fourth year in attendance. It's something I start looking forward to in about April, and this year is no exception. The actual camping is just for one night, which works great for me. The campsite is in Southern Idaho, and it is absolutely beautiful. I'll post a few pictures from past years just to prove it to you.
Anyway, Eric is not looking forward to it with as much enthusiasm as I am, but that's just because he hasn't ever been before. That's what I'm telling myself anyway. We're doing it a little differently than you might expect from a couple of newlyweds, but I think it will work best for all concerned. Baslically we'll both be going up for the dutch oven dinner and playing around in the evening, and then Eric is going to come home, and spend the night all alone in our big warm fluffy bed. I'll spend the night shivering and giggling in a tent with Bonita Juanita, Ilsa, Camilla, Sylvia, and Elenita, much like we did in the old pre-Eric days, and then Ilsa will give me a ride home in the morning. Everyone wins! Hoorah!

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Raindrops on Roses and Whiskers on Kittens

Some of my favorite things:

Flower: Lilacs. I love lilacs. Lilacs and tulips pretty much symbolize the absolute end of winter to me. When I was growing up we had a lilac bush, but it never really got producing very much while I was living there. So, in addition to being beautiful and fragrant, Lilacs have that "unique-I-didn't-see-them-every-year-growing-up" factor for me.

Song: I can't narrow it down to one favorite song, but today, my favorite song is "Friday I'm in Love" by "The Cure". It's the only song by that group that I even know.

Hymn: All Creatures of Our God and King. Any song that says "Alleluia" for nearly the entire chorus is okay by me. (It's a TRIAL to play on the piano though! I've been trying for years, and still have not mastered it!)

Candy Bar:Peanut Butter Twix

That's probably enough for today. It's kind of a random list, which makes for kind of a random blog post. But, that's the way it goes sometimes.

Monday, June 04, 2007

Mystery solved!

(If you are new to the blog, you will want to check out this post and this post before reading on)

So, last night I went on a little Sunday evening walk. It was perfect weather. The sun was setting, there was enough cloud cover to make the air nice and cool, and the atmosphere in general had that "It might rain soon" feeling (even though it never did actually rain).

I just walked around some of the blocks in my neighborhood, probably a mile total. While I was walking I saw a father playing in the park with his 3-year old son, and a little girl (probably age 6 or 7) scooting down the street on her scooter with an orange gingham cape on. I don't know if she was pretending to be Supergirl, or Little Orange Riding Hood or what. I wanted to ask her, but since we've never met, technically I'm a stranger. And, as a stranger, I probably shouldn't be tempting little girls to talk to me. I mean, what if I got her to talk to me, and she found out I was really nice? ('cuz I am--really nice you know) Then she might decide that her parents are wrong, and it actually IS okay to talk to strangers! Who knows what kind of stranger she might meet next! It might be another nice lady in the neighborhood, or it could be something worse--like a vacuum or knife or cookware salesperson who will she will then lead to her unsuspecting parents at home, and they will either have to buy new vacuum, (which they will then use to see if it really can pick up that bowling ball) or spend the next two months trying to rid themselves of this unwelcome visitor.

No, I just couldn't have that on my head. So I didn't ask, and we will probably never know the full story of that cape.


However, as I was rounding the corner on the final stretch of my walk, what house should I pass, but the "Lions-in-the-Driveway House". And, to my joy, what should I find, but the occupant of the home, outside, watering her flowers. And, she looked like a nice lady, like nice enough that I felt like I could probably talk to her. (even if she was a stranger)

Hooray!! The stars had lined up in my favor!!!

So, I approached her, and told her how pretty her flowers and other decor was. (this was not a lie. Her flowers and other decor is really very very pretty. ) She smiled, and seemed genuinely pleased to be talking with me about this. So, since I had put her at her ease, and I went ahead and unleashed my question! I asked her what had happened to the lions she had put in the driveway!

I expected her to tell me that there was some city ordinance against driveway lions and so she had needed to take them down. Or, perhaps that she had ran over one of them in her Honda, and so she didn't feel she could just have one. Or perhaps that a thief in the night had come through one day and stolen them right off the driveway.

Something exciting or intriguing like that.

But, what really happened was that one of her friends really liked them, and so she gave them to her as a gift.

I wonder how good of friends you have to be with this lady before she'll give you her stuff. As I was leaving, I noticed a really pretty hanging flower stand that I wouldn't mind owning.


Friday, June 01, 2007

my first time ever being blog-tagged

Melissa tagged me on this, and although I do a scandalously small amount of housekeeping, I thought I'd go ahead and answer the questions anyway.

I'm warning you though--this is a REALLY LONG POST! (also, some of the answers are not that interesting!) So, knowing that, if you choose to read on, go right ahead!


Aprons- yes or no? If yes, what does your favorite look like?

  • I love aprons, and I've had about 15 throughout my life. The one I have currently is yellow (surprising, I know).

Bake-What's your favorite thing to bake?

  • My favorite thing to bake is not coincidentally my favorite thing to eat, which right now is Red Velvet Cake (except I don't put the food coloring in it, so it's really Brown Velvet Cake)

Clothesline- yes or no?

  • Nope--we live in a town home, so there really isn't room for a clothesline. We did get a dryer rack for our wedding, and I've used that exactly once. I put the our jeans and khakis on it, put it on the back patio, and promptly forgot all about it until 2 days later, when I awoke to hear the rain pattering on the roof and on the jeans. (yup, kind of new to the whole "drying outside" thing)

Donuts- have you ever made them?

  • Yes, for a fundraiser to raise money for girls camp when I was 12 years old. I made them a weird shape and all the other girls made fun of my "nerd-shaped" donuts. (that was in the 80's-when those candy Nerds were really popular)

Every day-Name one homemaking thing you do every day.

  • Our bed gets made every day. Usually Eric and I do it together, but sometimes he beats me to it. (Either I am the luckiest woman in the world, or we are newlyweds and it will wear off after a while. I prefer to believe it's the former)

Freezer-Do you have a separate deep freeze?

  • Nope

Garbage disposal- yes or no?

  • Yes! For Sure!!

Handbook- what is your favorite homemaking resource?

  • The telephone. I use it to call my mom, my aunt, my dad, my sister and sisters-in-law, whoever will be the most help. My e-mail account is pretty helpful that way as well.

Ironing- do you love it or hate it?

  • Hate it. Absolutely hate it.

Junk drawer- yes or no? Where is it?

  • I have two--one in the kitchen and one in our bedroom

Kitchen-What is your kitchen color and decorating scheme?

  • Our walls are painted tan (the same color they were when I bought the house), and the space above the cupboards has random 8x10 pictures I've taken, along with some plants. They are real plants, and since I often forget to water them, they are generally in various stages of wilting.

Love- What is your favorite part of homemaking?

  • Love is a strong, strong word. However, I do kind of like making the bed and straightening up our bedroom in the mornings.

Mop- yes or no?

  • Yes, but far far less often than I should.

Nylons- wash by hand or in the washing machine?

  • Machine for sure. I don't wear them all that often though.

Pizza-What do you put on your pizza?

  • Sliced Roma tomatoes and Mozzarella cheese. I haven't made pizza in years though. For our wedding we got two pizza stones of different sizes. Eric was of the opinion that we should return one, but I held out. I've always wanted a pizza stone, and I couldn't bear the thought of giving one up (call me selfish if you must). Luckily for both of us, Eric was soon convinced of how useful two stones can be, and now we are the proud owners of two brand new pizza stones, neither of which has been used yet. Maybe soon.

Quiet- what do you do during the day when you get a quiet moment?

  • Practice the piano, make phone calls, or write in my journal. (I guess the first two would pretty much destroy the "quiet" in the moment, wouldn't they?)

Recipe card box- yes or no? What does it look like?

  • Now THAT is a blog entry all it's own! I have a box* in which I keep cards-but the cards only have the names of my favorite recipes, NOT the actual recipes. The first three cards in the stack are the foods that we will eat that week. The actual recipes are in a three-ring binder that I keep updated. Also on the cards from time to time it will say "new recipe". Then I go through my books or other things I've received and try something new. If it's good it gets its own card, AND it gets typed up and put in the three-ring binder. Once I've made a recipe, it gets moved to the back of the stack. (see, I told you it needed its own entry!) (Oh-and I just noticed last night that "Thai Pizza" is due up in about a week. So, at least one of the pizza stones is about to be initiated!)

Style-What style is your house?

  • A Town home

Tablecloths and napkins- yes or no?

  • Tablecloths very very rarely, paper napkins with every meal.

Under the kitchen sink- is it organized or toxic wasteland?

  • Somewhat organized.

Vacuum-how many times per week?

  • Well, vacuuming is technically Eric's chore. We've been married for about 6 weeks, and our home has been vacuumed once. If it was a big deal to me, I could tell Eric how important it was to me that he do it, and he'd make it his top priority. If it was an even bigger deal to me, I could do it myself. But, it's not, and so I don't do either. (yet)

Wash- how many loads of laundry do you do per week?

  • Three--One whites, one medium and one dark. I put them in the wash as I'm going about my Monday morning exercise, read-scriptures, get-dressed-for-work routine, and then fold and put them away after work. (E folds and puts away his own clothes though)

X's- do you keep a daily list of things to do that you cross off?

  • Umm, I think we can safely guess the answer to this question.

Yard- yes or no? Who does what?

  • No yard. We do have a small flower garden in front of our house and a small container vegetable garden on the back patio. I weed and water the vegetables, and plant the flowers (mostly perennials). Our Homeowners Association takes care of the rest.

Zzzz's- what is your last homemaking task for the day before going to bed?

  • Oh geesh--I guess putting away the leftover food from dinner (Eric does the dishes). I don't do a whole lot of homemaking stuff right before bed.

Now I'm supposed to tag three people, so I tag Heidi, Jodi, and Harmony.

*My recipe box is the same box that Jeri mentioned in this entry. How fun that we both still have them! It's probably been 10 years since Mercy gave them to us for Christmas

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