Saturday, June 30, 2007

Decided to pick up my camera today...

I guess it was actually yesterday since it's after midnight now.

My wrist isn't hurting quite as badly as it was on Wednesday. I think the bowling ball really did it in, so no more of that. And while my camera is almost as heavy as a bowling ball, I managed.

First Bria. She's my little poser in front of the camera. Loves to have a picture taken. I'm still not totally fond of her new hairdo (not sure why, it's cute) but even so, she's completely adorable.
(Don't forget to click on the pictures to see a larger view)





Second Sophie. She likes getting her picture taken, too. She thinks it's funny. But then she tries to climb up my front and it makes it a little difficult.




Finally Chloe. She just can't be bothered to get her picture taken. Anything that interrupts her drawing is a total nuisance. She gave me one token smile, though. Thanks, Goose.

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Am I just a hypochondriac, or am I really falling apart?

I just got back from walking several laps around the track. You ought to be proud of me, considering how much I hate to exercise and I even went earlier than all of my friends so I did it alone (although Joel did join me for a mile or so). But the arch of my foot is killing me. It's been like this ever since a month ago when I wore flip flops to go pick Bria up from school. In the morning it is horribly painful, then I can usually walk it off, but I am guessing walking 3 miles on the track flares it up a bit.

I've done some internet research and I think I have plantar fasciitis.

We went bowling last night to celebrate our anniversary (8 years and going strong...yay us!) and I chose a ball that was probably a tad heavy for me. Especially factoring the strange problems I've been having lately with my right wrist. I haven't been online nearly as much as I usually am (probably a good thing) because it hurts to use the mouse. It even hurts to hold Sophie or my big camera. Today while teaching lessons I felt like I couldn't even move my fingers very well to play the piano...like there was no strength in them. It still feels super weak.

I've done some internet research and I think I have carpal tunnel syndrome.

Ever since I had Sophia, I've had some issues with exhaustion. And more than just new baby exhaustion. And my hair falling out. And I couldn't lose the weight. I just knew (because I did internet research) that I had a thyroid issue. But my blood tests kept coming back normal. So I went to a different doctor who tests more thoroughly and she confirmed that I indeed have some thyroid issues. Not only that, but I also have PCOS. Which didn't surprise me one bit, because I had done a lot of internet research and was convinced I was insulin resistant, which is one of the main symptoms of this PCOS.

Today when I came home from teaching my lessons in St. George I walked into the biggest whine fest you ever heard. Within one minute my nerves were standing on end and I wanted to scream. I also had the overpowering urge to eat chocolate (probably not the best thing to do, given my other issues).

I've done some internet research and I think (no, I know) that I have PMS.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

45 totally obscure facts about me

Since I haven't really got the blogging bug lately, I thought I'd post this thing that's been going around lately. I'll try to think of something incredibly interesting to say tomorrow, but for the time being you can get to know some things my husband may not even know about me. ;)

1. Are you taller than your mom? I am 5'9" and she is 5'6 7/8", so yes. And yes, she insists on that 7/8 of an inch being there.
2. What color is your car? Red. I assure you that my husband does know this about me.
3. What is the closest thing to you that is red? My glasses, right on my face. If that doesn't count it's the box of cheez-its in front of me.
4. What is your ringtone? When Joel calls it's "Con Te Partiro" sung by Andrea Bocelli. When my parents call it's something called "Blue ice" and when everyone else calls it's some jazzy ditty that I chose.
5. Are you sick? Sick of a messy house, but fit as a fiddle.
6. Do you have a favorite pillow? I'm rather fond of the throw pillows on my couch. On my bed, however, there are several pillows and I have to sleep with a specific combination.
7. What is your favorite game? I really love games. Hard to really pick a fave, but it's probably Trivial Pursuit.
8. Had a nap today? Not yet!
9. Gold or Silver? Definitely silver.
10. Is there an animal that creeps you out? Do spiders count? How about cockroaches? Crickets? Heck, bugs in general totally creep me out.
11.Who was the last person you rode an elevator with? I had to think really hard about this one...but it was a few weeks ago at Tuacahn. I rode the elevator with the secretary there while she unlocked a door for me.
12. Did you go iceskating as a kid? I did, indeed. Never was too good at it, though.
13. Ever have stitches? In my finger when I was in 5th grade. I cut it on an orange juice can before they had the handy dandy modern kind that don't actually cut you.
14. Favorite non-alcoholic drink? Probably water, but if that doesn't count as a "drink," I'll go with Dr. Pepper.
15. How long ago did you kiss someone? Maybe a half hour ago when Joel left to go home teaching.
16. What's something you want to do before you die? Meet my grandchildren. All of them.
17. Have you ever caught something on fire? Not that I can think of. But I have a really good story about the time my brother and his friend caught the entire backyard on fire.
18. Have you ever seen a ghost? Not that I'm aware of.
19. Have you ever seen the northern lights? Another thing for the list of things to do before I die.
20. Do you know how to use chop sticks? Yes, but it's pretty slow going, so I prefer to use a fork, thanks.
21. Name something good that happened today. One of my Mia Maids who has NEVER come to church showed up and even said one of the prayers!
22. What room are you in? Kitchen.
23. Are you worried about something you can't control? Sometimes I worry a lot about Joel's job situation. I guess we can control it to an extent, but not really.
24. Do you like to exercise? Hate it. (Sorry mom.)
25. Ever been in a car wreck? Yes but nothing major.
26. Are you wearing nailpolish? Just on my toes.
27. Favorite color? Red.
28. Innie or Outie? It's an innie, thankfully.
29. Ever been to Canada? Nope.
30. Sweet or Sour? Are we talking about my personality or my taste buds? In either case, I'd have to say sweet.
31. Sun or Moon? I'm quite the night owl, so I'll have to say moon.
32. What shoes did you wear today? Brown heels. And I'm a bit annoyed because I stepped in tar in the parking lot and it broke off part of the heel.
33. Favorite eye color of the opposite sex? It's mandatory that I say blue.
34. Most important quality in any relationship? Now we're getting deep: Communication, hands down.
35. Favorite movie? Oscar starring Sylvester Stallone, Tim Curry and Marisa Tomei. Released 1991. Love it.
36. Time of day you were born? 1:16 in the morning to be exact.
37. Do you know your blood type? Yes. Do you want to know? O+
38. What would you spend 5000 dollars on right now if you were handed it? That would just about pay off our credit cards completely, so that's what I would do.
39. Name something you are grateful for! Everyone knows how much I love my husband and kids, so I'm going to buck that trend and say indoor plumbing.
40. Did you grow up in the city or country? City. Granted, not a huge one, but a city nonetheless.
41. Would you ever consider going on a reality tv show if offered a large sum of money? It really depends on the show. American Idol? Sure thing. Survivor? No way in Heck.
42. One of your dreams? Well, the other night I dreamed that I took a pregnancy test and it was positive (Yikes!!!!) and then I was taking painting lessons from some lady in my ward and she began speaking Romanian to me.
43. Hugs or kisses? Hugs, much to Joel's chagrin.
44. You have 10 dollars to spend in the dollar store. What do you get? First I'd hit the scrapbook stuff. They usually have one or two things there. Then I'd look for toothpaste and that kind of stuff. Hair pretties for the girls. I can't stand the toys at the dollars store so I usually try not to buy any...they break way too quickly.
45. Slurpee flavor? Wow. It's been a few years. Decades, possibly. Probably cherry.

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Remembering

My Young Women lesson at church this last week was on journal keeping. The manual had said to get out all my journals to put on display, so I went into the garage and dug them out. I never really thought about how many journals I've written in my life! Wow!

I love to write, and have kept a pretty steady journal since I was about 8 years old. It's hilarious to go back and read those very first entries: "I woke up, I brushed my teeth and got ready for school, I made my bed..." Total play by play of my day, and if I still wrote that way I don't think a single one of you would be reading this blog! And, at that age, not much interesting happens. But I did love to read about how I played with my friends. I had forgotten a lot of the imaginative games we used to play.

Then I entered into Jr. High. And there are two words that can describe my journal entries during that time of my life. Boy and Crazy. Embarrasing would be another good word.

High school continued on in that vein, but these are the journals I have been reading here and there throughout this week because I can't believe the things I've forgotten! I also can't believe the stuff that is so obvious to the almost-33-year-old me that was completely lost on my 16-year-old self. And I was just as surprised by the things I actually understood really well back then. Things I didn't think I learned until much later.

Most of the things I'm talking about from high school had to do with the boyfriend I had my Junior year. He. was. horrible. It is so enlightening to go back and read how depressed I was during that period. Somewhere along the line one of my good friends lost her virginity and when she told me about it I freaked out. I immediately broke up with horrible boyfriend and made a vow that I would not be kissing any boys until I was ready to get married. I had no idea I made that vow. I mean, my journals knew, and frequently reminded me of it as I dated other guys during my Senior year and even when I was a Freshman in college. But I don't remember making it at all. I kept it though...no kissing until Sophomore year in college when I was dating a future lawyer whom I thought I would surely marry.

My college journal entries were few and far between. Probably because of the huge load of difficulty those years are. Having to be super responsible about school work, and working nearly full time (I was crazy) besides trying to balance a social life and all the aforementioned boy craziness.

I filled two entire journals on my mission alone. Then back to college journal writing. And then I met Joel. Our entire time dating is very well documented, for which I am very glad, but once we got married I wrote only when I felt the urge (like once a year!) or when our children were born. My very last entry, in fact, was a few months after Chloe was born and we were just going to move down to Arizona.

And then I started a blog....

Friday, June 22, 2007

Harry Potter

Just finished Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (#3) in my preparation for the final book.

And, that's mostly why I haven't been around much.

Off to start Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire....

The nature of an eternal family

Eternity has always been a concept that is a bit difficult for me to comprehend. I pretty much am okay with the part about there being no ending. Seems everything has to go on forever in one way or another. But I do find the "no beginning" part a little disconcerting.

When I was a little girl I used to sit and try to imagine if there was nothing. Just nothing. No God. No life. No Earth. No nothing. It was a very weird experience and I still remember very well how much I didn't like that feeling. But it still seems like things should have begun somewhere, because it is just as hard (if not harder) to understand eternity stretching forever in the past as it is for there to be just nothing. But if there was never nothing, of course there is no beginning. It really does blow the mind.

But then I was thinking about my children. How ten years ago I had no idea that I would have these three daughters but now I can't imagine my life without them. It's a strange feeling...I know I didn't have them, but it seems like they have been a part of me forever. Like I couldn't possibly have existed without them, even though I really did.

I can't imagine being without them. Ever. And that goes for the past as well as the future. And I think it helps me understand a little bit better what it means to say I have an eternal family. I don't know really if I knew who my children would be before I came to this world, but I think maybe I did.

And now my mind is blowing a little bit more, but I just wanted to write that down so I could remember next time I read Joseph Smith's writings on eternity. Because it isn't quite as crazy as I once thought it was.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

It's gone beyond eating them, now she wants to be one!

Bria's latest tirade in time out:

"I hate this house! I hate you more than dinosaurs hate you! I need to get out of here!"

"I WANT TO BE A WORM!!!!!!!!"

Saturday, June 16, 2007

Hey, at least you know I'm clean!

Yes. That is a picture of some very mangled scriptures. Unfortunately, they're not mine. They're Joel's. If you must know, I washed them in the washing machine. Yep. You read that right. The washing machine.

And I suppose you want to know how that happened. Well, I was pregnant (important to mention as that excuses us women from all kinds of crazy things) and sick as a dog. I was trying to sleep one day and the absolutely disgusting odor from my bedspread and sheets was keeping me from doing so. Sick as I was, washing my bedding became the most important thing in the entire world. So, I got up, and in between running to the bathroom, I managed to gather it all up and toss it in the washer. I did not notice that the scriptures were there. Until I was trying to switch it to the dryer and had trouble getting it out because of the strange mass of leather and paper blocking the way. The worst part of the entire story is that after all that, my quilt still stunk to my highly sensitive pregnant nose.

Joel laughed. I told him he was gonna kill me and he just laughed. The boy has had very bad luck with his scriptures: He's had them stolen, left them at hotels, and now washed. They were beyond hope. He got a new pair for whatever the next holiday was...I think Easter. Pretty expensive Easter present, but hey? Whatcha gonna do?

I tell you this story as a preface to what happened today. Joel was at his brother's helping to paint his basement. They used a sprayer. If you've ever used one, then you know what he looked like when he came home. As soon as he was in the shower I grabbed his nearly unidentifiable clothing and threw it in the washer. I checked his pockets and retrieved his wallet and car keys. I swear I didn't feel anything else there.

But if I'd been thinking, I would have thought about the fact that his cell phone is always in his pocket along with his wallet and keys. But I wasn't thinking. And yes, I washed his phone. He asked where I put it just after the first spin cycle, and then I thought real fast. I ran to the washer and rummaged through it as quickly as possible, as if it would help. I'm afraid that his phone is just as irreparable as his scriptures were. And I'm not even pregnant this time.

One more strike and I don't think Joel will let me do laundry anymore...

Wonder what I can wash next?

*wink, wink*

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

A child's prayer

I love listening to my girls pray at the end of the night. Nothing is as pure and sweet as a prayer from a small child. No matter how frustrated I have been at them during the day, listening to them just reminds me what wonderful little girls I have and how blessed I am to be their mother.

Bria's prayers tend to be rather long winded. Coming from the child who has been talking nonstop since the moment of her birth, this is not surprising. In contrast, Chloe's prayers are short and to the point. Generally one liners that reflect whatever she is thinking about right that moment.

The other night Bria's prayer was so darn adorable I want to remember it forever. She asked that she would sleep well without bad dreams and then explained that if she had a nightmare it would wake her up during the night and she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep and if that happened she would be late to her violin lesson in the morning, so it was absolutely necessary that she have a good sleep. She then went on to apologize that their room was a mess and she prayed that the cleaning fairy could come. She said it was okay if she couldn't come and promised that if her room was still messy in the morning she would be sure to clean it with her "whole heart and hands."

She said more than that, but those two things in particular just made me smile.

Chloe's prayer that same night was: "Please bless that Bria's toe will stop bleeding."

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Pure randomness

First of all, I took a fun personality test yesterday. I thought my results were amazingly true. At least they are according to the way I see myself. Anyway, it's way different than any other test I've taken. You can see my results by clicking here, and then you can click through to take the test yourself.

Secondly, I love summer for the weather and the fun activities. I have a difficult time with the messiness of the house because the Joel and the kids are always here. I need to send them outside more, but Bria would rather read and Chloe would rather draw. What is up with that?

Third, we had our first violin lesson of the summer this morning after 2 weeks off. We did a great job of practicing even on vacation and Bria just learned Minuet 2 today. She rocks. Our goal is to finish the Suzuki Book 1 by the end of the summer and I think she just might do it. She's got Minuet 3, The Happy Farmer and Gavotte left. So, go Bria! And hopefully Chloe will be able to move past Twinkle by the end of the summer. She's a bit stubborn about the violin, but she is making progress.

Fourth, (and possibly the most exciting news of all), I was visiting blogs yesterday. I like to go to Technorati and put in search terms that I'm curious about reading and then just go blogging. Well, I put in "scrapbooking" hoping to find layouts and get ideas and I came upon this blog. The blogger's name was in the shout out section of the reader's gallery in Creating Keepsakes Magazine for July. She included a scan of the page. And guess who else's name is on there??? They spelled it wrong (everyone usually does) but I know it's me. Neves is just not common enough to think anything else. I think that has made me happy for at least a week! Can't wait to get my own copy of the July issue! Maybe I'll break into that magazine yet!!!

Monday, June 11, 2007

Seven (more) weird things about me

I got tagged to write some more weird things about me. Since I recently did this, and it was hard enough for me to look at all the perfectly normal things I do and realize they are weird, I asked Joel to tell me everything he thinks is weird about me.

So, here goes from a husband's perspective:

1. I can read a book from cover to cover in one normal day. That means not only do I read the book, but I still do the dishes and feed the baby and vacuum the floor and whatever else I'm supposed to do.

2. I am a klutz. And it particularly bothers Joel that I tend to trip over my own feet, step into a hole or lose my contact lens whenever he tries to kiss me or hold my hand. So much for romance.

3. It's hard to tell if I'm really excited about something. Joel always complained about this when I was dating him, and I'd always say "What do you want me to do? A cartwheel?" So, when he proposed to me, I did do a cartwheel, and I embarrassed him to death. So now he doesn't complain about that aspect of my personality anymore, although I know it still bugs him (and he obviously thinks it's weird) that I don't act super excited when he makes my favorite dinner even though I am totally thrilled. He has, thankfully, learned how to tell when I'm doing cartwheels in my head after ten years together.

4. One of my best friends is someone I've only met in real life once. You might know Hilary from this blog. Funny thing is, she went to high school with Joel and she married a fellow music major from BYU with whom I had a history class and Joel played in a brass quintet, among other things. Yet, I've only actually met her once (although I'm sure I met her a few times at BYU)...last year we had lunch together when we were both in Provo visiting family. I suppose a lot of people think it's strange, but hey, when you happen to meet your kindred spirit (remember Anne Shirley and Diana Barry?) why let thousands of miles stop you when you have the technology to IM each other daily? When I was hospitalized while pregnant, Hilary called me every day--my only friend to do that actually--and we hit it off wonderfully when we did meet in real life, by the way. Joel and I are even going to go to the San Francisco Symphony with them on our anniversary getaway in July. So he must not think it's too weird. But maybe that's because he's met her more in real life than I have. I say it's because we were meant to be friends.

5. I like candy corn, tapioca pudding, Depeche Mode, chick flicks, Ben & Jerry's Karmel Sutra ice cream, and scrapbooking. Now see, I don't think a single thing on this list is weird, do you? Joel's the weird one here! And, for the record, since I began college and was immersed in classical music, I haven't listened to DM much. But I still like them.

6. If the phone rings it must be answered. Okay, I admit I'm a little bit weird about this one. I hate talking on the phone, and yet, I can't handle letting the machine get it. I have nearly killed myself running to get the phone before it goes to voice mail one too many times. I think I'm paranoid I'll miss something really important, when in fact it is just a telemarketer.

7. I like him to be in the same room with me even if I don't want to be talked to. This is true. But it's not weird...it just means I love him a lot!

I'm supposed to tag others, but (and I suppose it's weird) I always feel strange about doing that. So if you're reading and you haven't done this particular meme yet, you're it!

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Vacation photo subject

The two older girls were always busy running around and having way too much fun to stop for me to take a couple pictures of them (don't worry, I still took plenty of them, too). But because Sophie was just always there with me as she's not quite fast enough yet to escape I took lots and lots and lots of pictures of her. And because I don't post about her often enough, this post is dedicated to her cuteness.
This is in my parents' kitchen. She is climbing up on everything now (and actually, as of the last couple days she can get to standing position without the help of a chair or anything). I love the way this picture highlights her blue eyes. And yes, amazingly enough, I actually have a child with blue eyes!!

These two are at our Memorial Day BBQ at Marc and Cheryl's. Sophia just happily crawled around on the grass, made silly faces for me and my camera and ate lots of cantaloupe.
This was taken at Bonnie and Eric's house. We gave all the kids ice cream cones and Sophie really, really wanted one. So she got one sans ice cream. I have decided that her red cheeks are definitely due to a food allergy. Since both the other girls are allergic to dairy I've cut that. I tried soy for a while with Sophie, but the cheeks were just as bad and since Bria is allergic to soy I am assuming Sophia is too. Now we are giving her rice milk and breast milk only and her cheeks are NOT red. So great. The little cut on her cheek in this picture is due to her increased mobility and the fact that she is into everything. If you must know, she pulled something off a table at my parents' house and it hit her in the face and scraped her up a bit.

But red cheeks, scraped face and all, you must admit she is definitely a cutie patootie!

Friday, June 08, 2007

An amazing discovery

While driving home from our visit to the local Discovery Park:

Chloe: Mom! Do you know what we saw in the part that has dinosaurs and bones?

Me: No! What did you see?

Chloe: (Barely containing her excitment) A DINOSAUR BONE!!!!!!!

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Some budget decorating at my house

Nothing super profound to say today, except I'm tired. But that's pretty normal, unfortunately. So, I thought I'd share with you my latest decorating projects:
First, this is the only "fine art" in my living room...and it's actually scrapbook paper! The colors in this line by My Mind's Eye matched my throw pillows exactly, so I decided to frame some of it. I was really cheap about the frames, too. I bought one every week for a month with my 40% off coupon at Robert's (Provo Craft). So, they were each around 6 bucks. I think one week I even had a 50% off coupon, so maybe it was only 5 bucks that week. The papers were like 75 cents each, and then I put that picture in for now. Eventually, I'd like to get a decent family picture and do a square crop of it and frame it there instead. But this one works for now.
Then, a few weeks ago I went to Deseret Book and they told me I had like 10 dollars worth of point credit there (I don't know how I earned that many!) and did I want to use them? So, there were these cute little embroidered hanging signs for 3 dollars each, so I bought 3 of them. They say "Love," "Family," and "Prayer." I had initially planned on hanging them on the wall somewhere, but I couldn't really find a spot where they looked right. So, just for kicks, I hung on one the bracket of the shelf over the fireplace (I'd say mantle, but it really isn't one...) and thought it looked pretty cool, so I added the other two. I assure you that the plastic cup is not part of any crazy decorating project...it's just sitting there.

So, my cheap decorating idea for the month: Frame pretty scrapbook paper and find out if you have free product coming to you anywhere. Then be creative!

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Guess I won't be showing her "Where the Red Fern Grows" anytime soon

Chloe is my ultra sensitive child. You really have to be careful about correcting her or disciplining her in any way because her feelings get so incredibly hurt. She's been this way from day one and sometimes it just absolutely melts my heart, other times I don't think it's so cute. Like when she dissolves into a pile of emotion because I gave her the "big eyes" that alert my chldren they'd better quit whatever it is they're doing or else.

One of the ways her sensitivity manifests itself is during movies. She cries. She's only 4 and she really cries when the movie is sad or upsetting in any way. When she was 2 years old she cried and cried the first time she watched "Monsters, Inc." and Sully had to put Boo back in her room. She watched it so much, she started to get used to it, and she knew that they'd see each other again, so the tears stopped flowing, but that was the first time I noticed her being so affected by movies.

A few months ago she was watching "Fantasia, 2000" on the couch while I did dishes (it seems like that's all I'm ever doing), and I looked up and noticed that she was sitting there with tears just rolling down her adorable little face. It was during the whale part, where the baby whale loses its parents for a while. I went and sat down next to her, gave her a hug and asked her what was the matter. She said, "I'm just crying because the whale lost her mommy and daddy and it made me think about you and how I don't ever want to lose you." Now does that just melt your heart or what?

And then the other day while I was getting packed up to go on our little trip up north, I switched on the TV and saw that "West Side Story" was playing on PBS. I called the girls in to watch it with me while I packed the suitcases because I knew they would love it. And they did. They were both totally enthralled with it.

Sometime before the end of the movie, the phone rang, and I left the room to talk, and then started taking care of a few things in there. Unfortunately, the movie ended while I was NOT in the room and the girls came out wanting to talk about it. Bria was up in arms: "Why did he kill him! That's not a good reason to kill somebody! They could've just talked about it!!"

Chloe, though, was devastated. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and all she said was, "that really made me feel sad."

Poor Chloe. She's destined to be like me, who cries at the end of pretty much every movie. At least I haven't noticed her crying at the end of "The Little Mermaid," because I never lived that one down.

Monday, June 04, 2007

Poof! It's gone

So, can you see my header? Cause I can't. It just plain disappeared.

And so did my profile photo. Weirdness.