Wednesday, March 31, 2010

a small (?) indulgence

This is pretty much a commercial interruption. If you're tired of Etsy talk and feeling even the slightest bit spammed, please Please PLEASE feel absolutely free to skip it.

But, if you're not, you can head over to Jessie Mac Creations, where much to my surprise, I find that my Etsy shop is the "Wow Factor Wednesday" feature over there.

How fun is that?

(Well, let's be honest, it's not all that fun for you. For me though? Super Super fun.)

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For those of you who have read this far, I thank you for indulging me. Please feel free to go about the rest of your day as usual now, but tune in in a day or two when I will have some miraculous news to share about me and chocolate.

(A cliffhanger! I'm leaving you with a cliffhanger! Oh, the drama!)






Tuesday, March 30, 2010

NEWS FLASH

I'm going to Chicago in a week and a half.


Now for a few details, and we'll call it a night.

My mom has a school board conference in Chicago next week. She's invited me to join her, and mooch off of her hotel. I'm no stranger to mooching of conference hotels, having done it in New Orleans (thanks mom), Orlando (thanks Irene), San Diego (thanks again Irene), and New York (thanks Heidi). That doesn't even count the few times that my parents planned our childhood family vacations around my father's continuing education requirements.

I've never been to Chicago, and so when she offered, I was excited to go. I cleared it with Eric (since he'll be taking care of her little highness while I'm gone), and the plans were put in place. I'm thrilled and anxious all at the same time. It's amazing just how much a little girl can change things, you know? I haven't been on a plane since Heather was born, I've never been more than 100 miles away from her, and I've never spent more than one night away from her. Now I'm set to be away for four whole nights, half-way across the country. She'll make it just fine, I'm sure. I just hope I survive.

(I know--I'm pathetic. Don't even bother saying it. I have become exactly what I used to shake my head at in my single days. Mmm-hmmm, that humble pie sure tastes good!)

But hey, it's Chicago! I've always wanted to see Chicago! My favorite painting is housed in Chicago! My favorite movie was set in Chicago! And what about those Chicago Bears, huh? I still remember them doing the Superbowl Shuffle back all those years ago. (If you missed it or have forgotten, there's seven minutes of 80's joy right here waiting for you.)



So, anxieties notwithstanding,
Chicago, here I come!





Saturday, March 27, 2010

hot sweaty dudes with their shirts off

I'm in the middle of another trade event over at Etsy. My inventory has been depleted considerably, particularly the inventory that's selling right now (i.e.--not hats or sweaters).

So, I'm heading to the couch to crochet for two hours and ten minutes.

New Moon came via Netflix today.

(The title of this post comes to you courtesy of Eric, who has not yet seen the film.)


(I'm not a rabid fan of the Twilight Series, but I'm definitely not above watching it from time to time.)


(Of course, I'll take Matt Damon or Ben Affleck over Taylor L. and Cedric Diggory (Robert? Is his acting name Robert?) any day.)


That's enough random for the moment.


Off to the couch!



Friday, March 26, 2010

a little history, and a little fun

This winter, while better than some I've experienced, wasn't my favorite.

This winter we've dealt with sickness and fatigue and surgeries and expensive diagnostic tests where I was afraid of what the results would be (the results were fine, by the way) and some other junk.

And then towards the middle of February, we lost our dear friend Phil.

Ugh.

Last year, I started midwinter musical madness around the middle of February. This year I was all wrapped up in the passing of our Phil, and so many other things that went along with that, and I didn't even think about midwinter musical madness for awhile.

When I did think about it, I decided that it wouldn't be appropriate to do something so silly right then.

And to be honest, I wasn't feeling up to it anyway.

A week or two passed. I attended the funeral for Phil, had many conversations with Heidi, had a few conversations with Eric, prayed many prayers, and started feeling more hope and more joy.

I thought about midwinter musical madness then, but I decided that since spring was just around the corner anyway, I might as well skip it all this year and start up again in 2011.

Around that time I received an e-mail from my cousin Tasha. She thanked me for a little gift I had sent her, and gave me some ideas for a few different products for the ole etsy store (Star Wars beanies, anyone?) . She ended her message with this:

"Hope you and yours are doing well, that your hearts are healing and being comforted and that sometime soon you will feel cheery enough to reinstate your musical madness game so I can find reasons to try to talk you into giving me more points. I need some silliness in my life about now but don't seem to be able to find the creativity to create my own - yet."


The next day I announced the start of Midwinter Musical Madness 2010.

You were all awesome.

I loved it.

I've laughed more over this blog in the past month than I've laughed in ages. What a treat! What a bunch of crack-ups you are! What musical prowess!

Thank you.


* * *

And now, for the real reason you tuned in today:


So, you know in the first Harry Potter book, how Dumbledore awards some last minute points in the House Cup Competition, and even though it looks like Gryffindoor is in last place, they end up winning it all?

(Don't worry Melissa--you'll still get your bragging rights.)

As owner and manager of the Midwinter Musical Madness Competition, I hereby award Tasha FIFTY whim points, for being the reason that we even had MMM this year.

And now, I present to you our Midwinter Musical Madness Champions:

In third place, and winning an item that is yet to be determined, we have:

Tasha

In second place, and winning a post full of cheesy poetry AND either a $50 gift certificate to Salutations! Crochet Treasures OR an autographed copy of Be Still My Soul, we have:

Carol
(Tasha gets whatever Carol doesn't choose)

And, in first place, for the second year in a row, we have:

A woman who is well on her way to becoming a dynasty in the world of Midwinter Musical Madness,
and
the newest owner of a custom-made Salutations! Crochet Treasures heaband:


Melissa!!
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And now . . . .

On to spring!!!




Thursday, March 25, 2010

how could he see the girl and miss those hazel eyes

Lightning Round!

2 points for the name of the song
2 more points for the name of the musical

(other points awarded by whim, as always)


(pictures have nothing to do with the answer, generally speaking)



(I have hazel eyes. Did you know?)
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Thanks for playing!

I'll have the votes tabulated and a winner announced within the next day or so.


(At the moment I'm out doing a little bit of visiting teaching, so if you don't hear from me for an hour or two--that's why.)







me here at last on the ground, you in mid-air

Lightning Round!

2 points for the name of the song
2 more points for the name of the musical

(other points awarded by whim, as always)


(pictures have nothing to do with the answer, generally speaking)

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honey through the comb, sifting; imagine these in one eager mouth

Lightning Round!

2 points for the name of the song
2 more points for the name of the musical

(other points awarded by whim, as always)


(pictures have nothing to do with the answer, generally speaking)

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bring on the barrel and roll me home

Lightning Round!

THREE points for the name of the song
THREE more points for the name of the musical
(That's because this is one of my favorites. Yup, I'm playing favorites. Surprised?)

(other points awarded by whim, as always)


(pictures have nothing to do with the answer, generally speaking)

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today is tomorrow if you want it so

Lightning Round!

2 points for the name of the song
2 more points for the name of the musical

(other points awarded by whim, as always)


(pictures have nothing to do with the answer, generally speaking)

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better stop and take stock while your standing here stuck on the steps of the palace

Lightning Round!

2 points for the name of the song
2 more points for the name of the musical

(other points awarded by whim, as always)


(pictures have nothing to do with the answer, generally speaking)

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Oh it's fine to be a genius of course, but keep that old horse before the cart

Lightning Round!

2 points for the name of the song
2 more points for the name of the musical

(other points awarded by whim, as always)


(pictures have nothing to do with the answer, generally speaking)

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night is young and the music's high

Lightning Round!

2 points for the name of the song
2 more points for the name of the musical

(other points awarded by whim, as always)


(pictures have nothing to do with the answer, generally speaking)

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All at once am I several stories high

Lightning Round!

2 points for the name of the song
2 more points for the name of the musical

(other points awarded by whim, as always)


(pictures have nothing to do with the answer, generally speaking)

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Why not learn to put your faith and your reliance on an obvious and simple fact of science?

Lightning Round!

2 points for the name of the song
2 more points for the name of the musical

(other points awarded by whim, as always)


(pictures have nothing to do with the answer, generally speaking)

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The truth about my past, impossible!

Lightning Round!

2 points for the name of the song
2 more points for the name of the musical

(other points awarded by whim, as always)




(pictures have nothing to do with the answer, generally speaking)


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Passing bells and sculpted angels Cold and monumental

Lightning Round!

2 points for the name of the song
2 more points for the name of the musical

(other points awarded by whim, as always)


(pictures have nothing to do with the answer, generally speaking)

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When the mist is low And stars are breakin' through

Lightning Round!

2 points for the name of the song
2 more points for the name of the musical


(pictures have nothing to do with the answer, generally speaking)

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Tuesday, March 23, 2010

my birthday goes by so fast

Growing up, both of my parents made a big deal about our birthdays. My mom would let us choose the kind of cake we wanted, flavor and shape, and we could have a friend party every year if we wanted. Now, we could only invite as many friends as we were years old, and our parties weren't as involved as many of the parties are now. There was no theme, no decorations, the guests didn't go home with favors, and there just wasn't a whole lot of fluff that we have today. They were still really fun parties.

We had cake and ice cream, and games, and present opening, and lots of laughter. My mom didn't seem to stress about whether or not the house was immaculate, or whether or not everything was perfect, and maybe partially because of that, she really seemed to enjoy having my friends come over. Having a relaxed and happy mom could only add to the fun of course, and I have great memories of all my birthday parties growing up.

As for my dad, it was important to him that if at all possible, we not cry on our birthday. We could run into trouble and tears the other 364 days of the year, but as far as he was concerned, our birthday should be a tear-free day. That was sometimes a tall order considering that we were six kids born within twelve years of each other, all living in the same house and all vying for (more than) our share of the attention pretty much 24/7/365, others' birthdays notwithstanding.

Basically, both my parents were great about birthdays. When it comes to my childhood memories of my birthdays, I count myself a lucky lucky girl.

Then came high school.

As you'll remember, I ran track in High School. As you will also remember, mid-March is prime interval time for High School Track & Field training. Your memory will also tell you that intervals are agony, pure unadulterated agony.

My father was my track & field coach.
I held back tears every time I did an interval workout.
My birthday is March 13.

You see the problem, don't you?

My dad and I had several March negotiations, and the bulk of them had to do with what kind of workout we'd be doing on March 13 each year. Sometimes I'd be a good sport, and realize that dad had to weigh what was best for the team against what would make his daughter the most happy. Most of the time I wouldn't be a good sport, and my poor agonized father would have to choose between what he wanted/needed to do as a coach and what he wanted (desperately) to do as a father. I feel badly about that now. It was stressful for him, all the more so because I was a (typical) self-centered teenager who didn't realize that the world didn't revolve around her.

Sorry about that, dad.

Anyway, the point of all of this is to essentially say that it was my birthday eariler this month. I had a lovely day. I played with Heather in the morning, went to Wal-Mart all by myself in the afternoon (where I bought myself a salad spinner, a pastry blender, and two Percy Jackson books), and Eric and I went to the fanciest restaurant in Logan in the evening while Heather played with her grandparents. It was glorious. I spent the few days before conning Eric into shoulder rubs and garbage runs and dirty diaper changes all in the name of my birthday, and I'm planning to continue along this same track for at least the rest of the month.

It's times like these that I think of my dad. How much he must miss me living in his home . . .

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(Yes, that is a shoelace in my hair. It was the 80's)




And how glad he must be to have handed over his birthday care duties.



Poor poor Eric.





(My dad looks less than thrilled in the photo because he is about to perform his most dreaded fatherly chore--scooping out ice cream for the children. Every time we had ice cream, my dad had to endure all of us comparing our portion to the portion of our siblings. Since it was humanly impossible to get all the servings exactly equal, there were ALWAYS complaints and whining about our respective servings. Super stressful for my dad. Years later he told me that that Sunday ice cream scooping was the most stressful part of his week. This is a man who at the time was performing medical surgeries at least once a week. Who knew?)







This is a tough one, so I'll give you a few hints:

The musical is based on the memoirs of a striptease artist from the burlesque era

Natalie Wood (of West Side Story fame) played the title role in the movie version of this musical

The name of the song is the name of the stuffed animal to which the song is sung


Okay--that's all you get!

10 points for the name of the song

5 points for the name of the musical

3 points for the name of the character who sings the song

other points awarded by whim

Sunday, March 21, 2010

how much more can we be joyful when there's really something to be joyful for?

So, this isn't really par for the course for a Sunday post, but I've had an awesome Etsy weekend, and I'm going to exult a little bit.

First, I've decided that I want to be better about acknowledging the birthdays of my friends & family again. To that end, Friday and Saturday I sent messages to several Etsy card shops that I knew were open to trading, and asked them if they wanted to trade with me. Four shop owners replied in the affirmative, and so within the next week or so, I should have a fun little collection of handmade birthday cards to begin my quest. Wa-hoo!

Second, I finished up some more dishcloth sets and listed them in my shop in Friday evening. They had not been listed for more than twelve hours when I got an actual cash sale (not a trade mind you, but a sale for eighteen dollars of cold hard paypal cash) for two sets, from a brand new customer! How fun!

Third, yesterday I received notice that one of my dishcloth sets was featured in an curated collection (a/k/a Etsy Treasury). Today I got notice that yet another set was featured in another curated collection. Yippee! If you want to see those collections, you can click on this link and this link. The collections both expire Tuesday morning though, so if you're reading this after then, the links won't go anywhere.

And then fourth, and perhaps the most exciting of all, I just received word that this woman named Ruby hast featured my brand new bright and colorful quirky over-the-top rastafarian fiesta dishcloths on her blog. What a fun surprise!

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Yup, things are good in quirksville today. Here's hoping your weekend was fabulous as well.









We've already used this Musical. Sorry about that. Cut me some slack, will ya?

10 points for the song

3 points for the Musical (because I just gave you a huge hint as to what it was)

3 points if you can correctly spell the word that starts with an "L" that is the fifth word of the chorus of this song (I can't)

Other points awarded by whim, as usual

Friday, March 19, 2010

You'll only have 525,597 after you watch this



My favorite part of the whole thing?

That little jaunty walk she has (at about 1.21) A close second is the impromptu singing (at 1.05).

I meant for this to have a more put-together ending, but the memory card got full quite abruptly and that was the end of that.




10 points for naming the song that plays during the video


5 points for naming the Musical

2 points each for the names of actors who played either in the original Broadway cast or in the Movie

2 points if you can correctly guess why the vacuum cleaner is not put away in the closet

2 points of you recognize Heather's clothes because they were hand-me-downs from one of your children (but you have to say which child was the original owner)

2 points is you can correctly guess what is in the two large clear storage containers (there are different things in both of them, so there's 8 points possible here)

25 points if you can specifically guess what's in the big plastic bucket that Heather is carrying around. (There is no way you'll ever be able to guess this--that's why the point value is so high.)



Other points awarded by whim

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Spring Can Really Hang You Up the Most

Heather is not all that pleased to see the arrival of spring. Witness the following pictures that I took just a few days ago:

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Now, you may think that this was on one of those weird Utah spring days when it snows or hails or is unseasonably cold. You'd be wrong to think that though. See below--I took a picture of our outdoor thermometer just moments after taking the shots of her little highness.

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Yeah, plenty warm. No need for hats or scarves today.

Whose kid is this, anyway?




We're doing things a little differently today.


The title of this blog post is not in fact from a Broadway Musical. It's actually the title of an Ella Fitzgerald song.


So, here's what we're going to do today.


For every phrase from a song that you write that IS from a Musical AND contains the word "Spring" (or springy or springness, or springnation or you get the idea), I'll give you three points.



For every phrase from a song that you write that is from a Musical and contains any of the following words (green, tree, leaf, plant, flower, garden, warm, sunshine, balmy, fruit, vegetable, flower, etc.), I'll give you one point.



Other points (as always) awarded by whim.

Okay--GO!

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

There in the Highlands

Sometimes I wonder if I subconsciously live my life in such a way so that my experiences make for perfect blog posts. Especially during Midwinter Musical Madness.

So, Sunday morning, I was going about my business, doing my usual thing, leading the singing with the primary kids. They weren't as in to the whole thing as I wanted them to be, and I told them that I wanted them to sing better on the next song. Specifically, I said something along the lines of:

"Now, you all sang that last song at about a four. I want you to sing this next song at an eight. I mean, I'd love it if you'd sing it at a ten, I'd be so happy if you did that, that I'd do a little jig right here. But, I'll settle for an eight."

(That might have been a mistake.)


After a little bit of discussion, we went ahead and sang the song. They gave me an effort of about seven and a half. Definitely better than four. I cut my losses and we moved on. One of the kids asked why I wasn't doing a jig. I told him that I would only do a jig if they gave me an effort of ten. He asked if they could try again. I said no. All the kids started groaning and pleading and cajoling me. I said maybe they could try again a little later.

(Again, probably a mistake.)

I told them a riveting story of Abraham and Isaac and Jacob and the twelve tribes of Israel, and we learned the fourth verse of the song, Follow the Prophet. They did okay. We were running out of time, and so I told them that we were going to sing through the song, all the verses we knew, and that would be it for singing time for the day. The same little boy asked if they could try for the jig again. I cursed inwardly (not really) as I had been hoping that they had forgotten about the jig.

I said okay, but I told them that to get the jig, they were going to have to do a really good job, that I wasn't about to make a complete fool of myself for some half-hearted effort on their part. Specifically, I said that every single child had to sing the whole song, and that every single child had had to sing it like they meant it. There could be no arm-folding, or chin-in-the-cupped-handing, or eye-rolling, or yawning, or anything like that. They needed to sing it with all their hearts--the whole (really long) song--all five verses that we had learned.

I told them that I wasn't planning to have to dance, and truthfully, I wasn't. There are a few boys in that group that are waaaay too cool to sing, and there are a few girls who aren't all that excited about singing either. Generally if I can get 75% of the kids following me, I feel pretty good about myself.

We appointed our Primary President (who is even more hard-nosed than I am) to be the judge, and we sang the song.

They were amaaaa-zing.
(Dang-it!)


And that my friends, is how I happened to be doing the Highland Fling earlier this week for the first time in at least twenty-five years.

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(Those hundreds of dollars in dance class tuition finally paid off, mom. )



* * *

And now-for a bit of Midwinter Musical Madness Business:

As Harmony so eloquently put it, all good things must come to an end, and Midwinter Musical Madness too, must draw to a close. It's okay though, because let's be honest, we'd all rather have spring anyway, right?

So, anyway, we're going to end MMM this year the same way we did last year, with a lightening round. If you're new to MMM this year, or just want a refresher, you can click here and read the rules, etc.,

There will be a few more regular musical posts here over the next week or so, and then on Thursday, March 25, from 7:00 a.m. to 7:00 p.m. we will have our lightening round. Shortly after that, I will declare a winner!

Good luck champions!





7 points for the name of the song

5 points for the name of the musical

5 points for giving the name of the song (from the same musical) that I occasionally sing to our daughter at bedtime, primarily because it features her name so prominently


4 points for knowing what age it is (according to this musical) that many girls will try to get married before (I missed it by several years).



Other points awarded by whim





[Highland Dance image courtesy
of
wikimedia commons]

Monday, March 15, 2010

I'll be wearing ribbons down my back this summer

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(this is a prime example of why we only go to Ikea every other year)

So, while you're all in a commenting mood, I thought I'd take care of a little bit of business.

My mom makes hats. Have I mentioned this? She does.

She makes hats for the Utah Shakespearean Festival. Every year she makes around one hundred hats, sells them to the SUU bookstore, and they are sold in the gift shop for the Utah Shakespearean Festival. It's a pretty sweet deal, probably for both parties.

(Those hat sales paid for my Lasik surgery back in 2000. I'd say it's been a pretty sweet deal for me too.)

This summer, in addition to making hats for the Utah Shakespearean Festival, my dear mother is going to be teaching patrons of the Utah Festival Opera how to make hats.

Yes, that's right dearies, my mother is going to join the ranks of Craig Jessop (former director of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir), Michael Ballam (big-time opera singer and the youngest person ever to graduate from Indiana University with a Doctor of Musical History degree), Gina Wickwar (former Royal Historian of Oz and published author) and others as part of the faculty of the Utah Festival Academy this summer.

Kind of cool, huh? I think so.

Anyway, she and I were talking about this not long ago, and she confessed that she's been having a bit of trouble determining what kinds of hats she should teach. I mean, she specializes in hats from the Elizabethan Era, but really, she can pretty much make and teach hats from any time period or genre. So, we determined that this might be as good a place as any to get a not-so-random sampling of what the masses want, per se. I wasn't originally planning on doing it all as part of Midwinter Musical Madness, but I decided that I might as well go for it. It's not like we're being strict about anything around here, and so why not?


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So, friends, I ask you--If you were going to attend a workshop where you would learn how to make a hat, what type (or types) of hat(s) would you like to learn how to make?

(You don't have to choose a style of hat from the collage above. Those are just there to give you ideas.)

(If you're shy, feel free to e-mail me your response at charlottelaughs at gmail dot com, and I'll be sure it gets to my mom. You won't get any points though. Midwinter Musical Madness is only for the brave I'm afraid.)





only 5 points for the name of the song this time, 'cause I'm practically giving it to you

5 points for the name of the musical

5 points for the name of the character who sings the song

5 points for correctly explaining the correlation between the song and the post

10 (yes, TEN) points for honestly answering the last question posed in this post (if you have the same answer as someone else, that's okay.)

3 points for correctly identifying the wacko item that Eric bought our Heather on our previous Ikea trip

other points awarded by whim


{Photo Collage Cobbled from several photos on wikimedia commons}

Friday, March 12, 2010

being miserable's gonna be fun

This post is pretty much just to get us off the last post, because if you'll notice in the comments section, things got pretty out of hand there with the point finagling.

Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I laughed every time I checked the comments. Still do. You guys are a wacky bunch.

* * *

So anyway, the point of this post is to give a little bit of background, so that when I write the post that I'm going to write later, it doesn't end up being fourteen pages long.

It's March. For some reason, this year as March has begun, I've been thinking back to the Marches of my years in high school. March is prime track and field training season. You generally don't have any track meets in the first couple of weeks in March (it's too cold), but by the time March rolls around, you've spent two or three months doing strength training in the weight room and endurance training on long runs, and it's time to start integrating the dreaded interval workouts into the mix.

For the running-uninitiated, interval workouts are horrible, but they really really help a runner to improve. Basically, you run a certain short-ish distance as hard as you can, take a break for a minute or two, and then do it again. You do this several times. Personally, my least favorite workout was when we would have to run ten of the 400-meter dashes (each with a few minutes rest in between). Another ugly one was when we'd run two 200-meters, three 300-meters, four 400-meters, three 200-meters and two 200-meters.

It doesn't sound that bad reading it here, but trust me, it was. I would get tired beyond anything I'd ever known, and sick--oh so sick. Interval workouts were agony. Pure, unadulterated agony. On days when I knew that we'd be doing intervals, I'd start getting a sick dread feeling half-way through Mr. Banks' eighth period Spanish Class, just thinking about how dreadful my life was going to be within about 45 minutes.



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Awful.

On the other hand, interval workouts are the classic example of the old adages that nothing good comes easy, and that good things come to those that work for them. Doing those awful awful workouts week in and week out made it possible for me to have some of my most treasured experiences and memories in high school. I'm talking about awards and the thrill of victory, but I'm also talking about friendships and relationships--relationships that have withstood the test of time and miles and different life situations. I'm talking about girls and boys (now women and men) who provided really positive examples for me, examples that I continue to draw on today.

So, I'm grateful that I was able to do those terrible, horrific, agonizing interval workouts. They helped create many of the good parts of who I am today. They taught me lessons I'll never forget. They've been invaluable in my growth and development.

However, it has been nearly twenty years since I've done an interval workout, and if I ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever find myself doing an interval workout again, it will be waaaaaaay too soon.

I guess a coaching career for me is out of the question.






10 points for the name of the song
5 points for the name of the musical from which the song comes
2 points for the name of the character who sings the song

other points awarded by whim

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Art isn't easy (even when you're hot)

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I overheard this on Monday night as Eric and Heather were sitting on the couch reading bedtime stories (and apparently looking at pictures as well)
:



ERIC (to Heather): So, I guess you're not quite ready for post-impressionism yet, huh?


(Heaven help that girl!)




There's mother lode of points here!

10 points for the name of the song
5 points for the name of the musical from which the song comes
2 points for the name of the character who sings song
2 points for the name of the actor who played said character in the original Broadway Production
1 point each for the names of MOVIES (not plays) in which this actor has played a major or semi-major role
2 points for the name of the composer of the musical
1 point each for the names of other musicals which this particular composer has written

Other points given by whim.



[image found here]

Sunday, March 07, 2010

they would ask me to advise them, like a Solomon the Wise

Here are just a few recommendations of things that I've encountered and appreciated lately:

These baskets from Ikea: Ironically, Eric and I went to Ikea about a month ago to pick up some bibs for Heather. Bibs that I learned about by reading this blog post. While we were there, I saw these bins and decided that they would be perfect for our laundry situation. Right now our laundry baskets double as our laundry hampers, and so if I don't happen to have (make) time to wash, dry, fold, and put away all our clothes within a 12-hour period, we end up having to put our clothes on the floor. Since it often takes me 2 or more days to go through the whole cycle, we were finding ourselves with little clean clothes piles and little dirty clothes piles all over our bedrooms and the laundry room. It was driving me crazy.

Enter these little baskets. They collapse down, so storing them takes almost no space at all (a plus in our townhome-our-laundry-room-is-also-our-pantry-and-our-clothes-closets-also-store-our-humidifiers-and-I-don't-like-to-think-of-what-else-is-in-there lives), and when it's time to do laundry, I just uncollapse them, fill them up with dirty clothes, take the clothes downstairs, wash and dry the clothes, fold them while I'm watching my Netflix pick of the week, take them back up, and whenever I get around to putting them away, I do. No more little piles of clothes on the floor. Heaven! We bought two at our last Ikea run, but I can see myself using two more. The next time we're headed down to Cedar City or Provo, you'd better believe we'll be making a quick Ikea stop.



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This food co-op: Saturday morning I participated for the first time in the Bountiful Baskets Food Co-op. I learned about it over a month ago, via the facebook status updates of two of my friends, and I was intrigued. It took me awhile (over a month) to really get a handle on what I was supposed to do to participate, and for my schedule to coincide with the the timing of the co-op, but it was well worth the effort. Basically, there's a small window of time where you can sign up (around 30 hours or whenever the available slots fill up, whichever comes first), you pay a $15 donation ($18 if it's your first time), and then that Saturday morning you head over to the pick-up site, and you get two laundry baskets full of fresh, delicious, quality produce. I'm telling you, it seemed to me like the mother lode of healthy goodness! We have cucumbers and zucchini, and strawberries and blueberries (well, we used to have blueberries--Eric and Heather made quick work of those), and spinach and lettuce and oranges and pears and banans and asparagus.

It's a volunteer situation, and there isn't a whole lot of hand-holding in the process. That's got to be why it's so cheap. But, if you live in Utah, Idaho or Arizona, and you don't mind doing a little bit of trial-and-error clicking of the mouse, and you'll be willing to volunteer at some point (I'm planning to try it out once more and then I'm going to work out a schedule with myself on how often I can help out), it's a great deal on a whole lot of great produce. (Thanks for the tip, Jeri and Teresa!)

This movie: Speaking of my Netflix pick, this weekend, we watched Forever Strong. If you are one of my siblings or one of my parents, you should watch this movie, and you should especially watch the bonus features, particularly the one on the making of the movie and the life lessons taught by Coach Gelwix. That's because Coach Gelwix reminds me of dad. He (Gelwix) has an amazing winning tradition with the Highland High Rugby team (17 National Championships in 33 years), which is (a-hem) slightly more impressive than my father's multiple state championships with his Cedar High Cross-Country and Track & Field teams. However, the two men share similar attitudes about coaching and about life and about how the team effort is more important than individual glory and how it is more important to inspire and teach kids to be good people than to train them to be good atheletes.

I tend not to be a fan of "Mormon Cinema" (Don't even get me started on Return with Honor. We hated it. That's all I'm going to say), and although I haven't researched it, the fact that this movie was filmed in Salt Lake City, tells the story of a Utah Rugby Coach, and uses at least two actors (not in major roles) that I've seen in other Mormon Cinematic efforts makes me think that this film was created by a company on that end of things. I'm happy to give this movie two thumbs up though, and if this turns out to be the way this genre is heading, I can see myself changing my opinion drastically.

(In full disclosure, I thought the movie got just a little bit heavy-handed once or twice. Nothing too over the top, and nothing that made me feel manipulated or overly uncomfortable, but still. Mostly, I just enjoyed the film. Of course it doesn't hurt that my friend Rudy (a/k/a Samwise Gamgee a/k/a Sean Astin)(he doesn't know we're friends, by the way) plays a significant role, and the cutest hockey player from Miracle (Rob McClanahan, a/k/a Nathan West) has a semi-featured supportive role as well.)


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This guy (on the left) could be my new celebrity boyfriend. Too bad he's seven years younger than me. Oh, and too bad (for him) that I'm already blissfully married to my Eric.


And that's what I have for tonight.
Hasta,


10 points for the name of the song

5 points for the name of the musical

2 points for the name of the character who sings the song
1 point if you spell that name correctly

5 points if you can name or accurately describe the post on this blog that also mentions this song (just using your wits now, no searching!)

2 points if you happen to know (or can guess) why this musical is important to members of the Bob and Barbara Corry family (and the fact that Utah Festival Opera did the show a few years ago is not it)(I'll give you a hint--it's one of those things that only Robert and I & dad and mom would know, and I wouldn't be surprised to learn that Robert doesn't remember it.)

Other points awarded by whim


Let the game begin!
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