Thursday, November 29, 2007

Sassy Shoe Thursday: Ugg-ly Love

Last winter I fell in love. From the outset I didn't find him attractive. When my friend in college touted his undying protection and faithfulness, I grimaced. When the nation was swept off its feet and he was a flash in the pan for many a mini-skirted celebrity, I swore I'd never. Then last Thanksgiving I was with a friend who had fallen victim to his warm heart, and... I fell, too. I borrowed her pink Uggs for a day to see what the big deal was and was a goner within minutes. My feet were warm! Because me feet were warm and cozy, so was the rest of me! It was like wearing publicly acceptable slippers all the time!

Christmas came and went, and he did not grace my closet. Valentine's Day, Mother's Day, Anniversary, Birthday... nothing. Alas, my husband did not share my love!

But a girl can always count on Costco, can't she?

Another loving friend (Angela K! Get online so I can link you, darn it!) gave me some cold, hard cash for my birthday, and since no one else would do the deed... I did! I have to tell you, this could be one of the best purchases I've ever made. If you're not a believer, than you're missing out. Nate still calls them Ugg-lies, and I understand why. But they have quickly become my go-to pair with jeans tucked in... even sometimes with *gasp* shorts. I love them, love them, love them!!!

Now, these aren't real Uggs. Those are a pretty penny that cannot be allocated to such things at this time. These are the lovely Kirkland Signature knock-offs... and I couldn't be happier. All the warmth with none of the "Ah! My expensive boots!" stress.

And, for those who are wondering, Costco has them in two other colors. I'll take the Chocolate Brown, thank you very much... along with the cinnamon brown, just for posterity's sake.

Since these were a staple in this state long before they swept the rest of the nation, maybe I really am turning into a California girl. "I wish they all could be..."
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Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Chivalry Only Goes So Far

While watching The Princess Bride for quite possibly the millionth time...

"Farm Boy! Fetch me that pitcher?"

*emotionally charged pause*

"As you wish." (My heart always flutters and a little squeal rises in my throat. Every. single. time.)

Ian: "Geez! She can reach it herself!"

"But, Ian," I try to explain through my laughter, "She's just realized that she loves him, and that he loves her very, very much!"

"Yeah, but she can get the bucket herself!"
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Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Back off, Christmas.

Now, don't get me wrong. I love Christmas. I love it, love it, LOVE IT! I have been known to play Christmas music in July. (love it)

However, we have a rule in our house. It's one that I used to get frustrated with, but am now thankful for. Nothing Christmas-y is allowed to take root until December 1st. Nothing. You know what? It gives us a break. After Thanksgiving we can just relax for a week or so before we need to deck the halls and trim the shrubbery. *sigh* Just sit back. No pressure.

Given, we did download Relient K's new Christmas album Let It Snow Baby, Let It Reindeer" and have been laughing to the point of tears listening to "Good King Wenceslas." But, other than that, nothing.

Come this Saturday, though? Oh, boy. Get ready. It will be ON!
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Monday, November 26, 2007

The Truth Comes Out

Dad stayed home with the boys tonight while Mom and I took Brit to gymnastics on base (they fly out tomorrow). Since it's a bit of a drive and gym is three hours long, Mom and I made a trip to the Commissary (base grocery store).

I'm sorting coupons and comparing the cost-per-ounce of over-priced different sized boxes of Life when Mom says, "You guys used to hate me buying the generic stuff."

"What?" I look down the aisle to see Mom standing in front of the large bags of cereal.

"You used to hate it when I bought the fake stuff. You didn't like eating it, that's why I'd save the boxes of real cereal and then pour the generic cereal into them."

"You did WHAT?"

"Oh, you knew that. I'd pour the fake stuff into the boxes so you'd eat it. I always held my breath knowing you had probably figured it out but waiting to see if you'd eat it anyway."

"MOM! I never knew you did that! You always did that? Mother!"

A lady further down the aisle looks at Mom, looks at me, looks back at Mom and starts laughing. I'm still recovering from my shock. I knew that she bought the generic stuff, and I ate it when there was nothing else. But when there was the bag of fake sitting next to the box of real I always ate the "real" and figured the fake was disappearing because DAD was eating it.

Now, a few hours later... after I've recovered from the shock of my Mother's deception... I realize what a brilliant concept this truly is.

(Did I SERiously never figure this OUT? Seriously?)
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Sunday, November 25, 2007

I'm not the only one

Ha. Evidence that there are those in this universe who share my obsession. It's not that I covet other people's shoes. Well, not usually. I just like to look. Restaurants. Malls. At the bank. In a parking lot. Nate commonly has to put up with, "Honey! Look! Look at her shoes." And I'll nudge his arm incessantly until he turns his head in the direction I'm trying to discreetly point.

Maybe I should be called a shoe voyeur. And, evidently, I'm not alone.

(I think I posted on this last year. Susie, didn't you, too?)
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Friday, November 23, 2007

Falling Off the Wagon

Yes, I know. And thank you to all who have pointed it out to me. I have fallen off the NaBloPoMo wagon. Please know this was NOT by choice, but rather necessity. Last weekend was Brit's State Gymnastics Meet in San Diego. We left Friday, and I woke up around 4:30am Saturday morning in the hotel room with the thought blaring through my brain, "Oh, my gosh! I didn't blog yesterday!"

This is the part where an anonymous benefactor feels sorry for me buys me a laptop for Christmas. (Mac, please.) =^) With no laptop and no computer access, keeping up was just a tad impossible. I COULD have back posted, but I take NaBloPoMo very seriously and that would compromise my blogging integrity. (Because the Google ads in my sidebar haven't yet.)

We had a great time on our little trip. The train was definitely a new and fun experience. What a slick way to travel!

Friday night was dinner with amazing friends.

Saturday we descended on Sea World. Right off the kids got to handle some really cool animals.

We went to the dolphin show first off, where the kids all insisted on sitting right up front. "Okay," Nate said, "but this is the Soak Zone. Don't say we didn't warn you!" When Ian heard he would get wet he promptly rose another ten rows in the stadium to sit with the wise adults. Taylor, Jordan, and Brit got absolutely drenched... and loved it. However, Jordan decided to not sit up front later on at Shamu Stadium.

It was such fun to watch the kids' expressions as they touched the different animals throughout the day. Feeding the dolphins was a favorite, and we discovered Bat Rays are slimy.

Sunday we got around to doing what we actually came to San Diego to do! Brittney's State Meet was a pretty big deal. She did a great job just as she has all season, and we're proud to say that our little gymnast is ranked #22 out of Level 4 girls her age in Southern California. It was a lot of pressure, and she just went out there and had fun. (Thanks, Coach Ally!)

Monday we were back on the train home. My parents flew in for Thanksgiving and picked us up at the station when we got in that night. Taylor's iPod was well used, and a some sleep was caught up on. That was another good thing about the train: Nate didn't have to drive.

So, although I'm officially off the wagon, I'll still be here. You can still keep that bookmark on this page. I'm not going anywhere. And I guess if my family comes before blogging then my priorities are indeed in order.
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Thursday, November 22, 2007


...there is food to be eaten today.

...there is family to love right now.

...there are friends who will check in tonight.

...there is a faith in which hope does not waver.

I am so thankful.
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Thursday, November 15, 2007

Birthday Month Comes to a Close

Sassy Shoe Thursday is postponed until next week due to BRITTNEY'S 7TH BIRTHDAY!!!

Nate and I both looked at each other this morning and couldn't believe our only daughter is this old. She's turning into a lady right before our eyes. She keeps up with the boys in her bruise count, but loves pink dresses and frilly hair bows like nothing else.

And, yes, we did the Chuck E. Cheese thing. At least we managed to only hit it once during Birthday Month, thank goodness.

Happy Birthday, my Princess.

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Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Mental Aerobics

Mom sent me this. I stewed over it for a little bit before giving up and Googling the answer key. Hee, hee.

Can you find thirty (30) books of the Bible in this paragraph? Actually, there are 31 if you can find the variant of one Old Testament prophet's name.

There are 30 books of the Bible in this paragraph. Can you find them? This is a most remarkable puzzle. It was found by a gentleman in an airplane seat pocket, on a flight from Los Angeles to Honolulu, keeping him occupied for hours. He enjoyed it so much, he passed it on to some friends. One friend from Illinois worked on this while fishing from his john boat. Another friend studied it while playing his banjo. Elaine Taylor, a columnist friend, was so intrigued by it she mentioned it in her weekly newspaper column. Another friend judges the job of solving this puzzle so involving, she brews a cup of tea to help her nerves. There will be some names that are really easy to spot. That's a fact. Some people, however, will soon find themselves in a jam, especially since the book names are not necessarily capitalized. Truthfully, from answers we get, we are forced to admit it usually takes a minister or a scholar to see some of them at the worst. Research has shown that something in our genes is responsible for the difficulty we have in seeing the books in this paragraph. During a recent fund raising event, which featured this puzzle, the Alpha Delta Phi lemonade booth set a new record. The local paper, The Chronicle, surveyed over 200 patrons who reported that this puzzle was one of the most difficult they had ever seen. As Daniel Humana humbly puts it, "The books are all right here in plain view hidden from sight." Those able to find all of them will hear great lamentations from those who have to be shown. One revelation that may help is that books like Timothy and Samuel may occur without their numbers. Also, keep in mind, that punctuation and spaces in the middle are normal. A chipper attitude will help you compete really well against those who claim to know the answers. Remember, there is no need for a mad exodus; there really are 30 books of the Bible lurking somewhere in this paragraph waiting to be found. God Bless.

Did you try? No. At least TRY. C'mon. I tried, too.

Okay, fine. You'll find the answers here.
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Tuesday, November 13, 2007

When did this happen?

So, I got home from Brit's gymnastics tonight to discover that Taylor had worked out, showered, done all his homework, made and fed himself dinner, emptied the trash, cleaned up the spilled Powerade, emptied and filled the dishwasher, cleaned and organized his closet, and gotten ready for bed. I was blown away. When did my oldest son disappear and this responsible man move into our house?

The kids went upstairs to get ready for bed. I followed a couple minutes later, only to find Taylor folding laundry.

"Taylor, you're folding laundry." I'm the master of the obvious. "Buddy, you don't have to do that."

"I know."

I walk into the laundry room to switch the load from the washer into the dryer... but it's already been done... and dried... and the light load that was waiting to go in the washer has already been put in... and washed.

"Taylor, did you do this? Did you transfer the stuff into the dryer and start it?"


"Did you put the light load in the washer and start that, too?"

"Ummm... yeah. I guess I did." His lips turned into a shy little half smile. I had a hard time letting him go from my tight hug so he could actually get in bed and go to sleep.

Seriously. When did this happen?

I mean, seriously. When did this happen?
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Monday, November 12, 2007


My Grandfathers. My Father. My Husband. My Brother-in-law. My Friends.

Your Grandfathers. Your Fathers. Your Husbands. Your Sons. Your Uncles. Your Cousins. Your Brothers-in-law. Your Friends.

Thank you.

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Sunday, November 11, 2007

Valley Champions

Last Thursday Taylor's football team won the Santa Maria Super Bowl, and that put them in the Valley Championship game where they faced the Orcutt school champions (the town just south of us). What made this extra-super-duper cool was they got to play under the lights at a local high school on a Friday night! This was such a huge deal for these kids. Lots of nerves, excitement, tension...

We scored on the first play of the game, but missed the conversion. They scored as soon as they got the ball, and made the conversion. 6 to 8. We were down the entire game. It's easy to look at other parents going crazy at their kids' sporting events and smirk. "How silly. It's just a game. An elementary school game at that." But when it's your own kid... man.

You can imagine how nuts our stands went when Taylor's team (he plays center) miraculously pulled out of 4th and twelve, only to score the winning touchdown on the next play with 30 seconds to go.

Valley Champions. It feels good. Especially since the same two teams met last year and we lost. I can hear Queen singing right now...

(My kids are cute.)
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Saturday, November 10, 2007

"No, really. It's the latest fashion statement."

Today was the kids' end of season soccer tournament. Taylor, Jordan, and Brittney's, to be specific. (We never quite told Ian he was eligible to play yet, thus giving us one more year without all FOUR of them in together. I know. Bad parents. BAD parents.) It's been foggy and colder here lately, and being the wonderfully prepared mom that I am, I thought today may be the same. This morning as we raced out the door I realized it wasn't. It was sunny. Breezy with a slight chill, but sunny. Now, it's not like the sun is intense here, so it's not normally cause for great concern. But when your first game is at 8am, your last game is at 3:30pm, and you have eight other consecutive games amidst those two...

Let's just say that for some reason all the kids are completely fine (oh, the irony), but I'm the one with huge raccoon eyes and a slash of white on either temple. Yes. I was wearing my sunglasses all day. And evidently the SPF 15 in my MAC foundation doesn't hold up during soccer games.

And the fact that I have a cold and have spent today wiping my snotty nose with cheap toilet paper obtained from the porta-poties means that it's EXTRA bright red, further accentuating the whiteness of my greater eye socket area.

"Gee, looks like you got a little sun."

"Yes, do you like it? It took me a while to get the exposure right, but I think I've finally nailed it. No, really. It's the latest fashion statement."

Maybe tomorrow (yes, more games tomorrow) I'll take the sunglasses off so I can burn my enTIRE face in a uniform manner...

or wear sunscreen.

(I'm not EVEN taking a picture of this, so don't ask.)
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Friday, November 9, 2007


It was one of those moments. THOSE moments. Ian had slept in a bit. I was checking email. I heard his soft, morning voice from the stairs. "Mommy?" We sat. We just sat on the stairs. He leaned against me. I kissed his hair. We talked about dreams, bubblegum mouthwash, breakfast. I wanted to stay there forever. Just stay. Forever. It was a moment.

But then I realized, if we just stayed there... if we lingered forever in the lovely... if we never moved on to the rest of the day, the rest of life...

My sweet Ian would never have a chance to grow. If we stayed he would never have overwhelming joys, never face gut wrenching sadness, never go through any trials. He would never move past where we were right there, sitting on the stairs. He would never be given the chance to grow. Never.

How often have I begged God, PLEADed with Him, to let me linger in the safety and security of a pleasant time? How often have I stood, bewildered, suddenly finding myself in something I didn't understand, didn't want, felt unprepared for? All I wanted was to stay in this secure, perfect moment. But if I did... if I stayed... I'd never have the chance grow. I'd never experience...

I want my children to have the chance. Sitting on the stairs this morning with my sweet Ian I realized he NEEDS to grow. If I keep Him here by my side He never will. So, we don't stay in the sweet... we move forward. And the movement itself becomes sweet.

What a picture of the love my Father has for me. He loves the tender, perfect moments where I'm happy, quiet, still, and just leaning into Him. But He also loves me so much that He gets up and moves me forward.

I could choose to try and stay in that comfortable place. I could try to NOT move forward. I could do everything in my power to stay on the stairs, happy and content, unaware of the world outside my door, unaware of what awaits me. I could keep my children close, shelter them from everything, protect their every step...

But what would we miss? What great things are out there that we'd never experience, never discover?

I choose growth. For me AND my family.

(Now, if you have a moment, go here. Listen and just be still for a minute. Then move forward.)
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Thursday, November 8, 2007

Sassy Shoe Thursday: Patent Red Perfection

Now, when I say "patent red perfection" you have to know that I am not in any way lessening the perfection of other red patent shoes I own. I've been searching for a shoe like this since last winter, so maybe I should have titled it "Patent Red Perfection (in flats)," but that's just a lot of syllables for brains to form, lessening somewhat the impact of the statement... much as I'm doing now explaining things. (When have I ever been concerned about how many syllables your brain forms? Isn't it "the more the merrier?" Wait. That's at Christmas parties. And do brains even FORM syllables? That's a fun word. Syllables. SylLABles. That last sentence before these parentheses was quite a beauty of a run on. I do have a knack for them, after all. Stay on target... stay on target...)

I hunted. For some reason Target never has MY size when I'm ready to purchase a pair of well-thought-over shoes. I hunted here. I hunted there. I hunted while at a conference in Vacaville. I even hunted while in Denver. And, right before heading up to Breckenridge for the women's retreat... I found them! 7 1/2. One tiny flaw, but that can be overlooked.

I cannot even tell you the sheer hours of wear these things have had since coming to live in my closet. They're fantastic for snazzing up nearly any outfit. They take the boring mom-who-doesn't-want-to-bother-today look easily into the realm of "I'm cute and saucy." Any shoe with that kind of star quality is a needle in a haystack. And for $14.99? You just can't. stinkin'. go. wrong.

I do believe someone else found the good fortune before I, though. And it was her cohort that turned me on to them in the first place. Give credit where credit is due, y'all! (Did I sound like Britney Spears? Just for a split second?)
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Aqua Dots Recalled

This is scary. The toy my son as been begging for over the past few months has just sent multiple children into comas! Aqua Dots was recently found to contain a chemical that, when ingested, converts into the date rape drug gamma hydroxy butyrate. Crazy. Every time we go to Target Ian wants to walk down the toy aisle and point out how much he NEEDS Aqua Dots. "But, MOM! They're so cool!"

The toy, made at a factory in Southern China, has been distributed to at least 40 countries. The manufacturer has issued a warning and will let each country decide whether to pull the tainted product or not. And what a crazy thing right before the Christmas shopping season!

But, doesn't this fall just a tad into the giving-bad-people-bad-ideas category? A widely available product that can be used as a date rape drug. Given, you've got to report it, but how many creepy men are going to be trawling bars with Aqua Dots in their pockets now?
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Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Got a few extra million dollars to spare?

Oh, baby. I have SO got our next home-sweet-home picked out. Right around the corner. Nate could still keep his job, even!
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Tuesday, November 6, 2007

And you thought you were being healthy

Are they SERIOUS? Are they really, truly serious about this? In our additive addicted society we beef up everything in an attempt to be healthy, from calcium in our chocolate to extra vitamins in our water. But this? Seriously. How much of a self-loathing concept do you want us to develop?

“Well, we thought you were putting on a few too many extra pounds drinking that plain water, so we developed this here diet water.”

They’ve gone too far. Too, too far.

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Monday, November 5, 2007


I hear sniffing and turn to see Ian's eyes filled with tears. "But, Mom, why do you have to throw them in the trash."

"Oh, Ian buddy. We only made them for Halloween. We can't keep them all year. See? They're all nasty." I pinch my nose closed to take in a big gasp of air, blocking out the bad smell.

"But they're so cool." He watches as I roll one mushy pumpkin into the plastic bag. "Ewww... what's that white and green stuff?"

"That would be mold." I pinch my nose closed and suck in another lung full.

"Oh, gross! There's black stuff in the white stuff! They're rotten, Mom!"

"Yes, that's why we're throwing them away. Mommy forgot the pumpkins were getting hit with the sprinklers."

Ian leans in for a much closer look. "Oh, man. Those are NASty." I resort to holding the sleeve of my sweatshirt over my nose as I try to hold the bag and scoop in the pumpkins with one hand. Ants scatter. "But, Mom, we can go get NEW pumpkins at Albertson's. They still have them."

"No, actually, they're all gone." I scoop in Brittney's small, cute pumpkin that wasn't in the direct sprinkler line and has faired better than the others.

"Oh, no! Not Brittney's pumpkin, too! Hey, what's that slimy stuff on the concrete?"

"That's pumpkin guts."

"Ewww. Okay, you can throw them away."

At least the candy has a shelf life of eternity... unless I leave it in the sprinklers.

(Clockwise from Top Left: Brittney's, Jordan's, Taylor's, Ian's.)
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Sunday, November 4, 2007

Do you Nooma?

Nooma. I wish I could post one of their full videos here. I wish I could post all of their videos here. Thought provoking and (if you let them sink in) life changing.

It's interesting the controversy that can be so easily created in Christian culture. We eat our own. We devour those who do something unexpected, something different than what we think should be done.

Here is a man challenging people to dive in. To think. To go deeper. To get down into the foundation of who Jesus is and live our lives for the purpose He has called us to.

So, do you Nooma?

Here are a few previews. Just a taste. Some of my favorites.

Now, not all of you are going to run out and buy these for your personal collection. But, if you want more, check with your church. If you live by me, come on over for coffee. We'll make it a weekly thing. We'll watch a different video and talk about it each week until we've gone through them all. And if you don't live by me, and if you don't have a church family... find one. Find one where you can be a part. Find one where you can sit with others, share life, have coffee together, and Nooma.
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Saturday, November 3, 2007

Smoke Detectors (This is a must-see!)

When we lived on Malmstrom AFB in Great Falls, Montana, we would often have issues with our smoke detectors. They had minds of their own, and would shriek whenever they so pleased. Usually they waited until the middle of the night when we were all fast asleep to do so. One of the disturbing things, though, was that the kids never woke up. Ever. EVER. For ANY of the alarms. They would go on for minutes before we could get them disabled, and the kids wouldn't stir a bit. We thought maybe our family was an anomaly. Now I know otherwise. Everyone should watch this video, but if you have children of any age living in your home this is a must.

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Friday, November 2, 2007

It Was Worth It

As a family of six living on a military income we are not one to usually buy our children the latest electronic wonder gadgets. Okay. We are not one to EVER buy our children the latest electronic wonder gadgets. When Nate surprised me with my 30th birthday hot pink iPod Nano Taylor drooled and swooned. "Oh, Mom. That is SO cool." And one of the endless questions ever since then has been, "Can I use it? Just for a bit. Please?" And around holidays, "You could always get me an iPod."

To which our reply remains constant: "Taylor, you know if you want one you're going to have to save your money and buy it yourself." Now, if this was Jordan he'd have bought his own by now. Taylor's money, on the other hand, stays in his wallet just about as long as food on his plate.

Weeks ago our youth group (Which he's old enough to be in! Ack!) announced they were helping at the Pumpkin Party. Whoever came in costume... was the most helpful with ANYthing they were asked to do... and stayed IN CHARACTER the ENTIRE night...

would win a new. silver. iPod. Video. Nano.

I have seldom seen my firstborn's face more determined. He wanted to be a Knight in Shining Armor so he could come to everyone's rescue. We planned. I shopped the dollar stores. I cut cardboard. I modified a friend's laundry basket. I spray painted. Two hours before he was to be setting up for the party the paint was dry and we tried everything on... to complete and utter dismay. He looked like a distant version of an 80's Star Wars character. NOT a Knight.

"But if we..."

"Taylor, you don't look like a knight."

"But maybe if I..."

"Taylor, you're not going to win anything in this." There were tears. Frustration. Maybe a nerd? Maybe a ninja? The iPod could not be given up on!!!

Then Nate said, "Why don't you go as a girl?"

Quiet descended over us. With wide eyes I turned to my husband. Genius. Pure genius. I raced up the stairs to Brit's dress up clothes as fast as I could go. The dress! The wig! The gloves! The purse! It was all there!

"A girl? No! I don't want to wear a dress? I can't be a girl!"

Nate and I grew serious. "Taylor. Listen. If you can pull this off... if you can keep this on and talk like a girl all night... that iPod will be YOURS! This is it. This is THE winning costume."

As he donned his lovely attire his resolution began to wane. When he slipped his wider-than-mine feet into my pink bow heels he groaned, "I can't believe I'm doing this!" After I applied the second coat of mascara he grimaced, "Mom, my eye itches. What do girls do when their eyes itch? This feels really weird." As we hit a few houses for a bit of trick-or-treating before he left I could tell he was embarrassed, hanging at the back of the pack, hoping he didn't see any of his friends.

On the drive to the church Nate got him all revved up. "You've got this now. It's up to you. You can do it. All night. Keep up the voice. We won't be there 'til later. This is up to you now."

And then he was out from under our encouraging words.

An hour and a half later the rest of us headed over. There were many great costumes, lots of kids serving, and it was obvious they were gunning for the iPod, too. But we were so proud of Taylor when we saw him helping everyone, talking in that high pitched voice, tending to the little costumed kids playing the game he was in charge of... and he was still wearing the heels! People came up to us over and over, saying how amazing he was and how they couldn't believe he was pulling this off! As the evening drew to a close our youth leaders took the stage and called all the youth up. "And the one who served the most... had a great costume... and stayed in character ALL night...

The winner of the iPod is... TAYLOR!!!"

Everyone in the room erupted into cheering and whistling! I was jumping up and down! Taylor was jumping up and down on the platform in his dress and heels, pumping his fists in the air while still clutching his handbag. It was a joyous, joyous moment.

Afterward we found out the youth leaders had put spies in place to watch all the kids, making sure they stayed in their characters ALL night. They were all blown away that Taylor didn't stray once, never dropping his high pitched girlie voice, not even to talk with his friends... who were quite impressed and thought he was VERY cool to attempt something like this.

Taylor now has an iPod Nano. The NEW iPod Nano. It's loaded with David Crowder, Superchick, Relient K,, Mallory Lane...

and he could NOT be happier. Our son, whom we never, EVER buy the latest electronic wonder gadgets for, now has the coolest one out there. But more than that, he saw that when you set your mind and follow through, you can accomplish what you started out to do. And even when it looks like you've failed, being flexible and trying new things can still accomplish your goal, albeit maybe not in the same way you originally expected.

Some snapshots of the night, including Taylor the Girl and Jordan the Nerd with our friend Tammy (the donor of the now mutilated laundry basket); Brittney the Bunny; and Ian the Cowboy, who was caught orange-handed hiding behind some chairs downing cupcakes as fast as his little mouth would go.

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Thursday, November 1, 2007

Sassy Shoe Thursday: These boots are made for...

An official welcome to the official start of my official new blog page! Woo-Hoo! Quite ironic, me thinks, that this ceremonious day falls on a THURSday, and quite a Sassy one at that.

Many of you know I have been on the hunt for a perfect pair of brown boots. I notoriously failed a short time ago with Haydon in brown. Hmmm... I'm still not quite sure why. Maybe it had to do with the "cankle boot" comment I got from TWO different in-person viewers of said boot.

However, while visiting the glorious city of Denver, a friend and I happened upon these little beauties while gallivanting around the mall. I wasn't sure at first. I had wanted a thicker stacked heel, but they were definitely no "cankle" boot. They worked well over my jeans, but were still snug enough around my calf to be acceptable. Upon examination of the pricing sticker I discovered they had been recently marked down. I still wavered a bit. My friend, Julie (Once again, I could link you here if you guys had a site!!!), was very patient... listed the pros and cons... waited while I took forever... and then very kindly said something to the degree of "I don't know why in the world you haven't bought them yet."

I AM SO GLAD I DID! These boots are awesome. A little snug at first, but have stretched just enough to be perfect. I now need to acquire some brown tights so as to broaden their involvement in my wardrobe. (This would involve a trip to Target. Gee, too bad.) I was faced with the dilemma of how to get them home, since they wouldn't quite fit in my overfilled suitcase. So I wore them on the plane. We girls have a solution for everything.

I wanted to show you my cute Pink socks that I love to wear under my boots, just so you know I'm a normal girl (although some could make a good argument for the contrary) with a normal love for fun foot attire. After Nate so graciously took these photos, I realized I hadn't shown you the other side of the boot that has the funky goldish buckles. Sorry. You'll just have to come for a visit.
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