Tuesday, January 05, 2010

on not listing the year or whatever

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I didn't review my year (so what? who cares?) here on my blog. Maybe you noticed. Maybe you didn't. I like reading others' lists for the most part. The exception is the Music from [enter year] list because, come on. Let's call it what it really is: Look How Obscure And Different And Alternative My Music Interests Are. What, You've Never Heard Of These Songs Or Artists? That's Sad. You Should Try To Be More Continental. Go Ahead And Download These Songs Now If You'd Like But Be Assured That I Will Have Moved On To Music That Hasn't Even Been Composed Yet Because THAT'S How Ahead Of The Game I Am.


While we're at it, I'll let you know of one of the decisions I've made (I made it a couple-a months ago, so it's not a resolution in the New Year [one, not many] sense): I'm going to stop reading/listening to movie reviews until after I've seen the movie being reviewed. This is not to say that I won't indulge in an Eric D. Snider article because I certainly will -- it's what he does, and he's very good excellent at it. And if it comes up amongst friends I can't very well put my fingers in my ears and yell, "LALALALALAAAA!" What I'm talking about are blog posts which say things like, "It's really, really good, and JUST WAIT for the last five minutes! You won't BELIEVE the twist at the end!" Really? At least twice last year I saw movies that I didn't enjoy too much because I was already aware of some key elements, which, ceasing to surprise, weren't, for me, as effective as intended, movies that I'd wager I would have liked otherwise.
So I guess what I'm getting at is that I'll be going to more movies this year at the theater, right when they open, so that I can participate in normal conversation and all around bloggerifficness. See you at the movies!

Thursday, December 31, 2009

my wish for the new year

Fewer of these:


Or maybe more. This made me laugh. A lot.

Happy New Year.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

a year of sessions

Last year I joined a gym and signed up to work with a personal trainer.

I had to switch trainers because of various issues, and it ended up that Trainer #3 was the right trainer for me.

During my first session a little over a year ago, I attempted to exercise on a pull-up machine (you grab the bar at the top of the contraption and step on a li'l platform which moves up and down based on a pulley system of weights - the more weight/resistance, the easier the exercise).

At first try, I could barely do eight pull-ups at the 210 lbs. resistance weight.

Today, I easily did three reps of ten pull-ups at 120 lbs..

(I also did pushups today - many, fast, and easy, and it was enjoyable and it's because I don't have as much weight around my midsection which we'll discuss later but believe me when I tell you it was one of the AWESOMEST feelings I had felt about myself in a long while and made me glad to be me and glad to have made the decisions I've made.)

Thanks, John. Best trainer ever.

Monday, December 28, 2009

someone you should know

This blogging world is funny, isn't it? For the last 4+ years, as I've interacted with people I'd sometimes be asked, "How did you meet [her]?" The answer is never one I thought I'd say, which is, "Online." What I mean by that, of course, is that we met through blogging. Reading a friend's blog, seeing a link or a comment by someone and clicking on their blog, liking what you see and continuing to read, etc., and on and on.

I don't remember when I started reading Shar's blog, but I was instantly hooked. She's funny, smart, beautiful, sassy, and sweet. I knew she was a wife and a mom to a beautiful boy, and that she got to go to movies. I found out that she and my husband grew up in the same city, and in fact, Shar had my father-in-law as a teacher. As I've read and learned more about her, I've wanted to know her more and more.

This year brought a huge trial for Sharon and her family, as her second beautiful baby boy decided to make his appearance eleven weeks before he was due. Thankfully he is healthy and well and a good baby, and did I mention he's BEAUTIFUL?

I found out that Shar was going to be in My Fair City for a brief couple of days, and we decided to meet for lunch (if I were a good and obedient blogger I might say that we met IRL). We chose a local Indian Food establishment, and as soon as I entered I was welcomed by a whiff of incense and Shar's welcoming smile and hug. I didn't think it was possible for her to be more beautiful in person than she is in her pictures, but she is.



I wish I had taken a picture of her as we ate lunch and talked so that I could share it here. She masterfully cuddled Baby Burke while eating garlic naan. I'm appreciative of her patience with my lack of knowledge of Indian food, and showed me the ropes (this was only my second time) (can't wait to go again, MAN it's delicious). Our conversation was delightful, the time passed too quickly, and I found myself wishing she lived nearby.



I hope she's not embarrassed by this post, I just think she's wonderful, and I've been thinking of her all week, so I thought you should know about her. Now, go! Get reading!

Friday, December 25, 2009

flick? flick who?

Thursday, December 24, 2009

sing along with me!

Monday, December 21, 2009

considering joseph

This week's date night consisted of attending El Salvador del Mundo with our friends the Carters and the Curtises (you know, the new alcalde). I had the privilege of sitting betwixt my husband and Sue Curtis, who not only laughed at my jokes but also told me I should take up singing again, and gave me a good idea for the Do-I-or-Don't-I quandary regarding paying my oldest when she babysits my other children.





The show itself was very good, and smoothly run. Something struck me during the show, though, in a way I hadn't considered before, and that is: Joseph's role in this whole thing. Of course we celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ. Of course we laud Mary for all she went through, not the least of which was giving birth amongst farm animals for crying out loud. The shepherds, the wise men, we sing of these folks, even the I'll Play My Drum For You kid (ps, do not sing that song, let's just give it a rest). This year, I'm considering Joseph.





Here's a man, a good man, a hard worker, engaged to be married to Mary (most beautiful and fair). The two of them are going about their lives, working, marriage prep and all that's involved. A noble man. One day, his good bride tells him what had happened to her. Stop here for a second. Put yourself in her position. Imagine having to say the words, to pass along the information.





Go ahead. Imagine it.





Really, think of it.





I'll wait.























Now try to imagine the situation from Joseph's perspective.





What would be your inclination? To believe her? To run? According to the performance the other night, he calmly walked away. The way he turned and walked was very powerful. And then, as we all know...he follwed through, stayed by Mary's side and was an obedient and God-following leader of his own family. I do love the following:





perhaps especially:





What about you? For whom, specifically, from The Christmas Story do you feel a particular affinity this year?

Friday, December 18, 2009

what? I can like this.

Perhaps you've seen, around certain blogs, disclaimers when a certain product or service is mentioned. I heard that there's a law or something now stating that if you're promoting something on your blog you need to make it clear if you received those goods and/or services for free (ie, in exchange for the awesome review). Here's my disclaimer for this post:

***IN NO WAY WAS I ASKED BY CLOROX OR ANYONE ELSE TO REVIEW THIS PRODUCT, AND I WASN'T GIVEN IT FOR FREE. I HAD TO PAY FOR IT JUST LIKE YOU DO.***

Man, I love this thing.



Do you clean your own toilets? I do. When I discovered this thing, I was EXCITED to clean my own toilets. I mean, a disposable toilet brush. Yesssssss.

The toilet wand starter kit (maybe that's what it's called, I don't have it right in front of me) (Owen Bytheway I bogarted these images from google) consists of a Toilet Wand, a storage caddy, and the disposable cleaner-heads, seen here:


You just pop those things on the end of the wand, scrub your toilet, and then when you're done, aim the dirty cleaning head over the trash can, press the button on the wand handle, and the dirty cleaning head falls into the trash. You never have to see it again or let it sit in your bathroom for the rest of your life (like you have to with a regular brush), OR EVEN TOUCH IT.


Genius.
Dear Clorox,
Work on a like plunger.
Fondly,
~j5t
Dear Anyone else,
If you give me free stuff, I could review it and make it look awesome, like I did right here.
Fondly,
~j5t
Dear New Friends from theblogfrog,
Welcome! Wasn't that fun yesterday?
Fondly,
~j5t

Dear You,
Click Here for some Christmas Spirit in the form of a party you didn't attend (nor did I - don't feel bad about it).
Fondly,
~j5t

Monday, December 14, 2009

on self-realization

I think I’ll take a break from just posting YouTube clips here on my blog – I’ll put them in a more appropriate spot, like my locker my facebook wall.

Yes, today I’ll tell you of an experience of self-realization which came to me a few weeks ago. As I was In Recovery, and therefore banished to my bedroom for most of my hours, I was looking forward to Getting Back Into The Swing Of Things. One morning, after the children had gone to school, I decided to take my show downstairs; that is, I hobbled down three flights of stairs with my cane to sit at the computer and continue to listen to a radio show whilst I checked my email. Darin was home from work that day, typing away at his laptop. I opened the show’s chatroom to listen along, and about fifteen minutes into listening while catching up on my google reader, an interesting topic of conversation came up. One of the show’s personalities, The Producer, is fresh-faced, Mormon, in his late-20s, and single. He mentioned, casually, that for him, dating someone who doesn’t have, or isn’t on her way to receive, her college degree, is a deal-breaker. Oh, sure, he may go out with her once to be nice, but his involvement ends there. This conversation was brought on by the relaying of some information that throughout our country, post-secondary education enrollment numbers were down for men, but up for women . . . that is, except for here in Our Fine State, where more men (wah-waaaaah) are enrolled than women. Speculation followed that perhaps this is because the women here are Doing Their Duty Getting The Spirits Here.

Now, remember, I was listening to this on my computer, and as it was something that sparked some interest (ie, something about which people began to phone in to give their opinions), I switched over to the chat room. The people in there were giving their own opinions, none so readily as someone I’ll refer to as dragonflygirl (being that that’s how ‘she’ refers to herself), who was saying things about how, “No Wonder – because he’s a Mormon, and the Church Leaders discourage women from getting college degrees.”

That’s when I stepped in.

“The church encourages all, perhaps especially women, to go to college, to get all the education they can.”

Dfg: “No they don’t.”

“Um, yes they do.”

Dfg: “Um, no they don’t.”

This prompted other chatroom participants to allcaps yell FIGHT!

“They absolutely do.”

Dfg: “They absolutely don’t. I’ve seen the letters.”

“What letters?”

Dfg: “The letters that church leaders send to girls when they graduate from high school.”

“Again, what letters?”

Dfg: “The letters that tell them that they shouldn’t go to college, they should be spending their time looking for a husband.”

“If those letters exist, they aren’t from leaders of the Mormon Church.”

Dfg: “Yes they are. My friends have shown me their letters.”

“I’ve never even heard of this.”

Dfg: “Just because you’ve never seen them doesn’t mean they don’t exist. Try thinking outside yourself. These letters are sent in places that aren’t Utah.”

“Most of my life has been spent in places that aren’t Utah.”

Dfg: “Even in Utah girls are sent these letters. The ones I saw are from friends who live in small Utah towns.”

“If your friends received letters like that, they weren’t from leaders of the LDS church.”

Dfg: “Yes they were. I saw them. The were signed by local county leaders.”

“Church isn’t a county thing.”

Dfg: “The local leaders. They send them out.”

“My husband is A Local Leader, and he’s sitting right here, I’ll ask him. Hm. Weird. He has never heard of it either.”

Dfg: “When you’re close-minded because you’re involved in it, you can’t see it for what it is. Mormon church leaders don’t want women going to school.”

At this point I had a realization.

My blood boiling, and the fact that this girl was either lying or just uninformed and certainly wrong, I saw myself: 32 years old, mother of 6: In a chat room.

Come on.

So my reply was, “My intention is not to argue. Just saying what I know, just like everyone else here, I suppose.“

My bow-out was followed by others typing in, “Love you,” and “You’re welcome here anytime,” messages to me.

As I let go of that and continued on my morning, I followed along casually to see what else was discussed and found out that dragonflygirl is currently Taking Classes. One guess as to what her major is.

Wednesday, December 09, 2009

contest

A LOT I want to win it.
Do you want me to win it?

Sunday, December 06, 2009

Last Sunday

Last Sunday was great. I mean, really super.

I hadn't gone to Sunday church services since mid-October. My kids had gone, in different combinations and with varying adults (BLESSYOURHEARTSIAMBEINGSOSERIOUSTHANKYOU), during those six weeks, and last Sunday was to be My First Day Back.

I was nervous, as it's been very difficult to wrangle all 5. But guess what. No, just guess.

Really, guess.

Okay, I'll tell you.

My kids were great.

The older three girls got only a little bit squirrely, but after ONE reminder came back to being quiet. Atcha was a tad whiny, but for being 19 months old she did great, and didn't have to be taken out in the hall at all. And Bubby? The boy? Who always wants to be naked? The one who just turned three years old? Yeah. That one sat by my side the entire 75 minutes. Coloring. Whispering. Being quiet. At one point, he took off his shoes and pulled off his tie (which broke - cheap clip-on), and began to pull on the buttons on his shirt. I pulled him onto my lap, and he saw the boys sitting in the row behind us, so I whispered, "Son, see those boys? They are big boys, and they keep their shirts on. Will you please be a big boy and keep your clothes on at church today?" A whispered, "Okay," was his reply. And he did.

I was looking forward to this Sunday, to being able to take the sacrament again and to hearing testimonies. Instead, today brought a trip to an on-call pediatrician and then the hospital for the fracture in the big toe of the girl who kicked her older sister in the knee while Darin and I were on our date last night. Even so, I feel blessed. All around.

Monday, November 30, 2009

i just can't stop