Blog Goulash

This is what happens when one fails to blog often.

Mishmashiness

Hodgepodgelry

Miscellany

(Yes, miscellany is a real word...I promise. The other two--debatable. Then again, I like the sound of them, so they are now real words. I llike them and they're staying. :)

Below, you iwll find a series of four totally unrelated items and/or events. If you discern how any of the following relate to one another, you should probably win a prize. And indeed you would....if there was, in fact, a prize being given. :)

Event A: Domestic Beautification

I fainlly got some sofa pillows made. Only 543 to go. At least that's what it feels like. I have the others (actually only 5 more--in coordinating prints and colors, mind you) cut out, ready to sew. I don't mind the sewing part--although, keep in mind my sewing ability only allows straight lines, no funny business. The part I can't stand is the hand-stitching. Exasperating.

After the pillows, I have a mere 30 yards of fabric awaiting reincarnation into its final form: draperies. (Insert sound of sewing machine.)

Item B: Me...In A Past Decade

I got this picture of my grandma when I went to New Mexico a few weeks ago. I have often wondered what I might look like when I gracefully step into "The Golden Years". Having seen my grandma (on my dad's side) in her own Golden Years and now, in her younger years, I think I may have a fairly good idea...

Event C: Red Ink Shortage

November was NaNoWriMo--60,000 words of my YA novel are now on paper. Now it's March and March is NaNoEdMo. 50 hours of my month will be dutifully spent training and editing those 60,000 untamed and uncivilized little words. Oh man. Here I go....

Item D: American Idol Picks

Jason CastroDavid Archulaetta

Michael Johns

David Hernandez

Carley SmithsonBrooke White

I tend to like male artists better, but I love Carley and Brooke. Jason and David A. are my top two males. If I was a betting woman....

Brain Clutter Part 34a

Who decided that paper towels should be artistically enhanced with blue teddy bears? Teddy bears, for the love!

-AND-

Why is it that a 2-year-old's 30 second attention span can be suddenly expanded to 20, even 30, minutes when playing a silly, made-up game that gets old to their parental figures in 2 minutes?

A Hush-Hush From My Past: A Revelation for All

I'm going to let you in on two little secrets.

Really.

However, I'm *forewarning* you this confidential information might make some of you mad...but it's time you learned the truth.

SECRET 1: If you didn't go to CEU, your college experience was most definately sub-par.

SECRET 2: You didn't have the most star-studded roommates in the world, because I did and there are only so many to go around. Sorry.

I know, I know. It hurts. Sometimes, the truth does that. But it really is better that you know. :)

I am seeping CEU pride from every True Blue and Gold pore and it is with great pleasure I welcome you to

CEU HOMAGE WEEK
(or however long it takes me to stop seeping pride)

THEN:

NOW:

A little Roommate Reunion on Saturday night. We misssed you Tiff and Jessie!

Miranda, next time, don't wrestle for the Ricotta cheese. :)

Holli, please speak up. :)

And Jo, no more book titles. My Brother the Mother's selling potential is dismal. :)

As for Tiff and jessie, as if another state was too far to come. Please.

Thank goodness the hairstyles have improved since 1998!

Fairy Visitation Rights

We're not big into fairies at my house. They're too small for the likes of us. And I've never liked dust...even pixie/fairy dust. But Valentine's Day holds an exception. The Valentine's Fairy swings by for a swift, gift-bearing visit each year. We've never actually seen her, but she brings great gifts, so we're very welcoming.

This year she brought a few new flashy belt buckles for Christopher to add to his ever-growing collection. (A bottle-opener belt buckle for his heavier root beer drinking nights!) The Valentine's Fairy was also kind enough to bring Bennett his heart's desire--a bubble-blowing gun.

And, lovely little sprite that she is, she skipped the flowers, which I don't like getting, the chocolate, which I hate, and any form of mushiness (for which I have a weak constitution) and brought me a trip to the Shakesperean Festival in Cedar City!!!!!!! (To be redeemed in July.) Thanks, "Valentine's Fairy." (I think I may have an idea what "she" looks like now...)

There was also this strange ad Christopher found at work....

Needless to say, I ended up with a hot Friday night date. :)

We went and saw Jumper (2 stars--cool concept, terrible acting--I'm picky about my male actors-- and sketchy plot) and had a little non-gourmet, non-candlelit din-din with no booster seat, sippy cup or mutilated food in sight.

And THAT is a Happy Valentine's Day (and day after), indeed!

Fixin' to Take a Pilgrimmage to the Homeland

Ahhhh....The Land of Enchantment....New Mexico. My homeland, my birth place, the land of my forefathers, the epicenter of my childhood and early teenage years. The land wherein I acquired a taste for truly delicious New Mexican food along with my nice, dark glow....oh. Whoops. I guess that's one thing I didn't get from New Mexico. I suppose it also failed to give me a Mexican accent, the ability to speak Navajo and a penchant for the wearing of cowboy boots and turquoise jewelry, although every now and then, I admit....

At one time in my life, I did have a Southern drawl. I used "ya'll" and had a slight twang of which I was ignorant until I moved to Utah at the age of 14. It slowly faded out, but, to this day, I still use the word "fixin'". Some things are regionally ingrained into your genes. (Fixin' will now appear on my Delicious words list, FYI.)

Lest I wax more nostalgic than is bearable, I will begin with a photographic report of my Southwesterly sojourn last Thursday.

Bennett and I rode with my parents to my uncle's wedding in Roswell and Chrisotpher was left a lone man. It would have been even better if he could have come, but alas, someone has to make the money. :)

The long stretch of very, very straight road. 12 hours there, 12 hours back.

Welcome to Roswell!

JUST KIDDING! I bet this is what you thought New Mexican towns looked like, didn't you? No way, man. Roswell is MUCH classier than that.

For example (por ejemplo):

McDonald's--it makes those of us that are "foreigners" feel more at home. (It's in the shape of a UFO, in case it's hard to tell.)

The downtown lampposts--looks exactly like one of my best friends.

Good thing I'm welcome at Arby's. I'm starving!

Really this trip was to introduce Bennett to "his people". :) He seemed to take to it naturally.

Compare: 70 degree weather, New Mexico

Contrast: 20 degree weather, Utah

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"THE KID" IS COMING!!

SEPTEMBER 15, 2008