Tuesday, December 30, 2008

For those of us... I mean you...

I mean, I'm not saying that I'm BAD at parallel parking in parTICular. I'm just saying that this might be somewhat helpful and relieve a tad bit of stress. Not that I stress over parking or NEED any help, that is. I'm just saying... you know... I mean, not even for me... for other people... who may sweat a little at the prospect of parking... it might help them.
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Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Christmas Eve Conversations

Taylor: "Two hours and nineteen minutes...

two hours and eighteen minutes...

two hours and seventeen minutes..."

Nate: "Until your 2000 birthday spankings."

Taylor: "What?"

Nate: "Jesus died for you. Don't you think you could at least take his birthday spankings for Him?"

Taylor: "Uhhh..."

Merry Christmas! =^)
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Tuesday, December 23, 2008

The Merry Christmas Challenge

I wanted to write this post a few weeks ago, but just kept forgetting. So, under the guise of "better late than never," I'm doing it now. Between this moment and the stroke of midnight that rings in December 26th, say "Merry Christmas" to everyone you come across. Add it after a "thank you." Say it as you pass a stranger. Answer the phone with it. To the checker at the store. The clerk at the gas station. Your grumpy neighbor.

We are celebrating Christmas. Christ's birth. The entrance of salvation into our world. Remind people of that.

With a smile on your face.

As often as you can.

At every opportunity.

Merry Christmas.
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Friday, December 19, 2008

Fashion Tip Friday: Christmas Cheer

"The best way to spread Christmas cheer is by singing loud for all to hear..."

and also by donning festive clothing and accessories! I know Christmas is nearly upon us, but I wanted to share some holiday dressing tips. (Really, these can work for ANY holiday, not just Jesus' birthday.) As I've said in previous posts, Santa hats are not merely decorations, they're accessories! It's a shame if they're not used to their full potential. Cheesy sweaters can be worn. Get out those jingle bell earrings!

However, Christmas clothing can go greatly awry if you don't follow some simple guidelines. You can be cheerful AND chic at the same time.

*Only wear one large cheesy item of clothing at a time. For example, wear the sweater, NOT the sweater and the red pants with the candy canes. Wear the skirt with the garland around the bottom, but NOT with the red and white striped tights. Make sense? Pair that one large cheesy item with something stylish and the whole thing will work brilliantly.

*An up-to-date hairstyle is mandatory. If you're going to break out any apparel that includes the words "crotched" or "poinsettia" in the description, you MUST have a stylish hairdo. If your bangs are feathered or you still curl them under with a small barrel curling iron very carefully in a row across your forehead, you cannot wear seasonal articles of clothing. (Except that you probably wear them anyway, in which case, please email me for a one-on-one consultation.)

*You must actually do your hair and makeup. If you're going to wear something cheesy, you've got to look cute doing it. But don't go over the top with your makeup or the whole thing will come across garish and absurd. (Remember, extravagant eyes with an underdone lip, or bright lips with subtle eye makeup. Save the bold eye/bold lip combo for a cocktail party with dim lighting or a stage.)

*Christmas-y socks are fine, but your pants need to be the right length. No, it's not okay to "show them off" by wearing pants that are a bit too short. (Especially with mules.) And YOU KNOW that's not okay, too!!! I love fun socks just as much as everyone. But they're not a "see all the time" kind of thing, they're a "catch a glimpse every so often" kind of thing. You just try and get away with it because it's Christmas. Like when you wear cute shoes... they're not an excuse to wear the pants that shrunk up in length too much so "everyone can see your cute footwear." There's not EVER a good excuse for those pants! Stop trying to rationalize their length and give them to the thrift store now. NOW! Seriously. Get up from your computer, go to your closet, put them in a bag, and go set that bag on the hood of your car to take to the thrift store. You know the ones I'm talking about. Go.

I'll wait.

*Red and green and red and green and red and green!!! It's the one time of year you can wear these two colors together unabashedly. Go for it! Layer them into an outfit. Invest in at least one bright scarf. (If you've noticed, I wear my red one EVERYwhere this time of year. Except yesterday. Yesterday I wore my green one.)

*Santa hats are to be worn! To the grocery store, the sports practice, the post office. Wear them! If you have long hair, let it flow. Some of you with short hair have commented that you feel a bit insecure. If that's the case, wear some chunky earrings. But look at the photo of Amber at the bottom of this post. She totally rocks it!

*Smile!!! If you are going to wear festive holiday clothing, you must do so with a light heart and joyful spirit. There's nothing worse than someone in a bright Christmas-y outfit scowling and trudging around. Especially if they have feathered bangs, and are wearing candy cane pants.

I'm sure there are some things I forgot. I just wanted to throw this post together last minute. It was necessary. What other tips for holiday dressing do YOU have? Leave me a comment and let me know!

I'll close with some photo examples... because pictures make a blog more fun:

Jingle Bell earrings. Yay!

Red and green and red and green! And a Christmas light necklace. Can you see the necklace? (Click on the photo to make it larger!) Thanks to Jordan's awesome teacher for this adorable accessory. Also, note that while I'm wearing holiday themed attire, I'm paring it with skinny jeans to maintain an updated look. (I realize not everyone can/wants to wear skinny jeans. It's the IDEA behind wearing them with festive apparel that I'm trying to communicate.)

(Yes! Amber and I played our guitars, sang, and rang that Salvation Army bell today outside of Albertson's! She's incredibly awesome. We had a BLAST! And you are SO sad you missed out.)
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Thursday, December 18, 2008

Sassy Shoe Thursday: U-G-L-Y

Remember our boot discussion? I gave you some extra tips, including, "Don't be afraid to get something with a little embellishment or funk. They'll spice up your wardrobe and be a lot more versatile than you think. Anyone can be safe with their shoes! Let's live a little on the edge and spice things up a bit!"

Just to be clear, this is NOT what I was talking about.

If you're Mariah Carey, you may try. But you shouldn't. (Actually, if you're Mariah Carey, you're trying a lot of fashion things you shouldn't. Email me. We'll chat.)

Are we clear? We're clear. Good.

(Thanks to the adorable five year old who made this photo shoot possible.)
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Wednesday, December 17, 2008

The Joys of 'Tween Boys

Preface: I've been sick. I got a nasty little voice stealing cold, under which I could still function, but had no voice, which totally wore me out due to the singing-on-Sunday-and-I-can't-stop-talking combo. It also, obviously, further instilled my need to write run-on sentences. Then I got a stomach bug on top of it. Lots of cramping and pain. Yes. Fun. All when Nate's out of town. Good times, I tell ya.

Tuesday night I stopped by a friend's house to pick up my oldest. They've been baking cookies for the youth group Christmas party. Lots of 'tween boys.

I walk in the door.

One boy in particular looks at me, at which point his face goes blank. "What happened?" He says with great concern.

"Huh?" I didn't know something had happened.

"What happened to you?"

"What do you mean?" Long pause. His face is still blank. The thought occurs to me that, although I did my best with a big black sweater and hat pulled low, I might not look very pulled together. I had even put on earrings. Hoop earrings help anything.

"You're not wearing any make-up!"

"Yes. I'm sick."

"Yeah. You're not wearing any make-up."

"Well, I'm wearing MINIMAL make-up." I had to correct that one, because the large zit on my chin wasn't showing quite as badly as it could have been. "I didn't feel like taking the time or energy to put on make-up today. So, you're right."

"Wow. I've never seen you without it before."

I'm glad to know 'tween boys will inform you of what the world really looks like.
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Monday, December 15, 2008

"Come on, ring those bells..."

We had the wonderful opportunity to ring the Salvation Army bell again outside Albertson's this season. Actually, the kids rang the bell... I played the guitar. It's just such fun! So many people light up when they hear Christmas songs being sung and see a smile on someone's face. (Nate mysteriously disappeared, but Santa stood in for him.)

You know, it's truly amazing how a cheerful voice and a "Merry Christmas" can put a smile on someone's face. We don't do this enough. We stay busy. We look at the ground. We pass others quickly. I want my kids to know the value of a warm smile, I want them to see how reaching out to others doesn't necessarily involve money. We can embrace them with our words. I want them to know that giving of ourselves is the greatest gift we can possibly give. And that, just as many passing put change in the bucket, we are bringing change to their hearts.

This year:



(Interesting how I'm wearing the same scarf in all three photos and my hair has grown steadily darker. I'm choosing to ignore how much the kids have grown.)
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Sunday, December 14, 2008

Christmas Tour of Homes

Welcome! I'm so glad you could drop by my home. With so many bloggy-land parties being thrown, I'm just all in a tizzy. The button above will take you to BooMama, but I'm also enjoying the fun at Hooked on Houses and the Thrifty Decor Chick. I am SUCH the social butterfly, as you full well know.

I'm feeling quite a bit more laid back about the whole Christmas season this year. So, things may not be perfect... but this is real Christmas for real people right here. I may have shoved a few things out of the way for the camera, but that doesn't mean the mess is gone. It's just hidden for a few glorious minutes. But let's set the record straight, here. I am not, in any way, shape, or fashion a good photographer. I'm not even a decent one. I'm really not a photographer. I'm just a girl with a camera in her hand, which does not in any capacity make me a photographer. At all. At. All. Some of these bloggy homes you're going to visit are all fancy-schmancy with their slightly-blurred beautiful ornament close-ups that bring us all to tears with nostalgia. This is not one of those blogs.

Nate says I'm trying to make our entryway look like a shire. (I have more trees that aren't in the photo.) Please, come in. Watch out for the mistletoe. The kids cut it down while we spent Thanksgiving at a friend's house.

Santa hats are an accessory, not a decoration. They're kept by the door for a quick dose of Christmas cheer, which you can read more about on my last Works For Me Wednesday post. (Yes, it's a recycled photo. Deal with it.)
Nate's late Grandmother made the jeweled Christmas tree, and that was her snowblobe, too. For some reason I like to collect neat looking star Christmas tree toppers, but not put them on my tree. They're just fun. I also like old books. I put them under lamps to make the lamps look taller. Tricky girl, I am, I am.

In college Nate and I were young, married, penniless and expecting our first baby. A dear friend, Amber, made us our first Christmas stockings as a family. "Mom," "Dad," and "Taylor." It meant so much to me that she took the time to do that, just for us. I still put them up every year.
My little snowman collection is down there on the hearth, along with photo Christmas cards from years past. It's always fun to flip through and remember dear friends.

Growing up, my mom always decorated the top of our piano. A couple of angels brought us one last Christmas, so this is my first official Christmas with a piano to decorate!

What's a piano with out Christmas songs? Mom had these, too. I guess you could say I'm a little nostalgic.

Everyone needs a Christmas village. When you were little, didn't you look at the little houses and imagine someone actually lived in them? I do have snow, but it's the prickly fiberglass kind that gets stuck in your skin. I got sick of feeling like I had needles poked in my fingers every time I arranged it, so I didn't put it out this year. (By the way, my village was 1/2 off at The Dollar Tree a few years ago, post-Christmas. Fifty cents a house, baby! Maybe I should look there for some non-prickly "snow.")

We have a double sided fireplace, (hmm... there are stars on both sides... I must love stars), so our stockings go on the other side. (Oh, Lord-y, how I want a mantel. A nice, big mantel. One that I can hang a garland on and that will hold my stocking holders. I don't have a mantel.) Nate's stocking is his actual one that his mom made when he was little. The rest have been added through the years as our family has grown, some made by her and some by me. Actually, most by her and a couple by me. Okay I only made one... and a half. Come on, people. So I'm not a seamstress. Sheesh.
So, do we keep Santa and snowmen on one side of the fireplace and baby Jesus on the other? Because that's what it looks like.

Let's get a closer look at those lovely, handcrafted stockings. Hey, what's that up there on the armoire?

Abe is in a festive mood this time of year, too. (He also has bunny ears for Easter. He's just a fun guy like that.)

Gee, I have enough tree toppers... why aren't any of them actually on the tree?

The fancy tree close-up. I spy with my little eye a hand print reindeer, two angels that fly. A s'more, a candy cane, "I love God," the girl taking this picture, who's rhyming is odd.

And, if you send us a Christmas card it will get put up on the wall surrounding the advent calendar. (Also made by my mom-in-law.) I love me some Christmas cards! Send them! Send them! Bonus points if it's a photo card. But I'll subtract a couple points if the picture is only of your kids or dogs. You need to be in it, too. (Does anyone tally these blog points? I should start a website or something.)

Our centerpiece this year came about quite by accident. I bought the kids those "grow your own tree" things from the dollar spot at Target. They were SO excited about them. Well, they need plenty of light, and the only place in the house they can really get it is on the dining room table. So, there they sit. They're actually quite cute, and I SWEAR I can see them growing. Seriously. It's kind of freaky, they grow so fast. And in twenty years, the kids will each have their own tree. Ha, ha. Ha. ha. uh...

I think there was something said about providing refreshments on this home tour, and then providing the recipe. Well, I'm all about keeping things simple. Especially this year. I haven't felt the rush of years past, and am truly relishing the joy of Christmas this season. So, stop on by. I'll even share my Mother's Cookies with you, now that I'll still be able to buy more. And if the brownies come out of my oven, they are homemade... whether Pillsbury counts it that way or not. (You can contact them for the recipe.) We'll look at some decorating books and chat about whatever comes to mind. I'll even make you some of my super yummy coffee. (Yes, the mug in the photo is empty. Give me a break. It's the IDEA behind the photo, not the substantive evidence in the photo itself.)

As I mentioned, I've been trying to keep things a little simpler this year... here is why. The treats may not be made from scratch, there may be a little dust in the corners, everything might not be put away all spic and span, but my kiddos have smiles on their faces. I'm trying to carol a little more and worry a little less. Tonight I watched the Nutcracker with all four of them on the couch. We had popcorn, apple slices with peanut butter, and apple cider/hot cocoa for dinner. Yes, for dinner. And as I was snapping photos for this post, they tackled me and tickled my feet... from which they only turned at the prospect of me taking this photo. So, here is why:

Merry Christmas. May your heart be light. Jesus came and gave Himself that we might have freedom, not fear... joy, not worry. Slow down and really show those you love that you love them by giving yourself this Christmas.

And stop by ANYtime for some box-mix brownies.
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Hilarious. (True?)

(Found this while clearing out my inbox. It's true! It IS!!!)

In the post-feminist modern world, one single rule applies to the men:
Make the Woman happy.

Do something she likes, and you get points. Do something she dislikes and points are subtracted.

You don't get any points for doing something she expects. Sorry, that's the way the game is played.

Here is a guide to the point system:

-- You make the bed (+1)
-- You make the bed, but forget the decorative pillow (0)
-- You throw the bedspread over rumpled sheets (-1)
-- You go out to buy her what she wants (+5)
-- In the rain (+8)
-- But return with Beer (-5)
-- You check out a suspicious noise at night (0)
-- You check out a suspicious noise, and it is nothing (still 0)
-- You check out a suspicious noise and it is something (+5)
-- You pummel it with fireplace poker (+10)
-- It's her pet (-10)

-- You stay by her side the entire party (0)
-- You stay by her side for a while, then go chat with a friend (-2)
-- Named Tina (-4)
-- Tina is a dancer (-10)

-- You take her out to dinner (0)
-- You take her out to dinner and it's not a sports bar (+1)
-- Okay, it's a sports bar (-2)
-- And it's all-you-can-eat night (-3)
-- It's a sports bar, it's all-you-can-eat night, and your face is painted the colors of your favorite team (-10)

-- You take her to a movie (+2)
-- You take her to a movie she likes (+4)
-- You take her to a movie you hate (+6)
-- You take her to a movie you like (-2)
-- It's called 'DeathCop' (-3)
-- You lied and said it was a foreign film about orphans (-15)

-- You develop a noticeable potbelly (-15)
-- You develop a potbelly and exercise to get rid of it (+10)
-- You develop a potbelly and resort to baggy jeans and Hawaiian shirts (-30)
-- You say, "It doesn't matter, you have one too." (-8000)

-- She asks, "Do I look fat?" (-5) [That's right, you lose points no matter how you answer]
-- You hesitate in responding (-10)
-- You reply, "Where?" (-35)
-- Any other response (-20)

-- When she wants to talk, you listen, displaying what looks like a concerned expression (0)
-- You listen for over 30 minutes (+50)
-- You listen for more than 30 minutes without looking at the TV (+500)
-- She realizes this is because you have fallen asleep (-10000)
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Thursday, December 11, 2008

Christmas Sweaters Have Magical Powers

Manly men. Festive attire. Manly men in festive attire (l-r): Nate, Dan, Jake, Chris, and Scott.

Evidently, bad Christmas sweaters equal more fun, as proven by their appearance on Nate's flight at the squadron Christmas party. Our group won the most awesome door prizes, (as you can tell by the fancy Napa hat and lighter), won the "tree" decorating contest and escaped with all the gold fish from the centerpieces. (Gold fish are dirty, by the way. Actually, they're feeder fish, which I'm told are not quite gold fish. But they're gold. And they're fish. The bowl is nasty. They poop a LOT. A watery grave may come soon.) Nate and I also walked away with the biggest prize of the evening: an overnight stay in Buellton. Woo-hoo!

What is a woman to do when surrounded by such manly men in such festive attire? It is a very magical experience.

I think we look pretty darn cute, if I do say so myself. (It MUST be the sweater. Magical.)

Magical is kind of a funny sounding word. Say it over a few times. Magical. Magical. Magical.

It's funny.

But so are the sweaters.

(I'm so glad I have a fun husband! Love you, Honey. You make everything more... more... magical.)
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Tuesday, December 9, 2008


This one may top the last one. I mean, seriously. Seriously? Was there an original that they needed to make a sequel to? Is there honestly a movie director getting paid for this stuff? At least it's on in the middle of the night... except that doesn't make it excusable. Part of me is laughing wildly at people's stupidity and part of me is groaning at the depravity of our social state. Ugh.

Then again, I'm the one posting the photo on my blog.

Are you laughing or gagging? (And, dear goodness, if you have this oft horrific channel, please child-lock it!)
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Friday, December 5, 2008

Beloved Animal Cookies Saved!!!

Hallelujah!!! Glory be. The American Institution known as Mother's Circus Animal Cookies has been saved! (I know there are other kinds, but let's face it, these ARE the most important ones.) Kellogg, we cannot thank you enough.

I now feel free to eat without restraint the bags I've been hoarding in my pantry.

And, thanks to all those on facebook who joined the group I started: Save Mother's Cookies. Our voices were heard! Okay, so probably no one official ever found the group, much less checked it out. But I'm going to hold to the belief that we made an impact. 286 members and growing... that cannot be ignored. (Well, it SHOULDN'T be ignored.) Way to go! Also, kudos to the Chief Mourner and the Assistant to the Chief Mourner. Our tears were not in vain.
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Wednesday, December 3, 2008


I just want to point out, in case anyone missed or overlooked it, that...

I TOTALLY ROCKED NaBloPoMo!!! Every. Single. Day. In. November. Even while gone for Brit's gymnastics meet. Even while up in the Bay Area for Thanksgiving.

Totally rocked it.

Yes, ma'am.

And isn't it nice that I'm so humble? (Bethany thinks so, too.)

(Since no one had yet commented on my great gift of posting genius and amazing blogging achievement, I just thought I'd point it out. Being so humble, and all.)
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Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Works For Me Wednesday: Quick Family Christmas Cheer

Does anyone else have goofy kids? I have goofy kids. This could not possibly come from their mother, since she's such a quiet and unassuming lady. I therefore hold that it comes from their father. (Right?)

In our house, a fun way to spread a quick bit of Christmas cheer is to keep a stash of Santa hats by the front door. Everyone loves to wear them, and you never know when grabbing the mail or answering the front door just might call for such an item. They're right there in plain sight, reminding us to have fun and be a bit silly. (Something no one remembers to be quite often enough anymore in this all-too-serious world of ours.)

I keep them in the Santa snacks bucket I got on after Christmas clearance about seven years ago:

Proof of Christmas cheer: (Or maybe it's gangsta cheer. Can I say "gangsta?" Is that allowed on a "mom" blog?)

And since you're all thinking, "Her house looks so nice and clean and tidy, which I can tell by the snapshot she took of this very small space," (because that's what I think when I look at the perfect pictures on other people's blogs), I want you to know I'm real:

And just to make sure we're clear on the, "I really don't have it all together, I just try to make it look like I do in photos" thing, my Christmas stuff isn't all the way up yet, and my boxes aren't back out in the garage yet:

And there's how you get a Quick bit of family Christmas cheer! It's what works for me. If you'd like to check out more great Works For Me Wednesday tips (even though I'm technically posting this Tuesday night so I can be all look-I'm-one-of-the-first-ones-ish) check out Shannon's blog at Rocks In My Dryer. (Does anyone else notice how I begin way too many sentences with the word "and." My Writing & Lit profs would have my head! But it IS my blog.)
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Death of the DVR, the sequel

Our new DVR came a week or so ago. Relief at the sight of the box, hesitation and concern at the sight of it being the same model of DVR as the other one.

Set up programming. Reset season passes. Everything seems fine. Yay.

Gone for Thanksgiving. Come back Saturday night to...

a dead DVR.

Now, it's not all dead, mind you. It's only mostly dead. See, there's a big difference between mostly dead, and all dead. Now, mostly dead: it's slightly alive. All dead: well...

Nate went through the steps to resurrect the device without losing our beloved saved shows, a few of which came from the consolation gift DirecTV calls Showtime and we call Soft Porn. Nothing happened. Upon the realization we would have to again attempt to reformat the device, thus losing any programs previously recorded, I knew I would have to make another call back to the mothership. (It's a darn good thing our Thursday night lineup was all reruns for Thanksgiving. Darn good thing.)

This time things went a little smoother:

(conversation already in progress)

Me: "... now the new one died, wouldn't re-start to save our programming, so my husband had to reformat it and we lost all of our shows. Again."

DirecTV Girl: "I'm so sorry, ma'am."

Me: "Including the Showtime movies we had recording for us while we were out of town over Thanksgiving."

DirecTV Girl: "I'm so sorry you've had this trouble."

Me: "Is this going to keep happening? Is this receiver going to keep shutting down and us keep losing our recorded shows?"

DirecTV Girl: "Well, I sure hope not. We can do our best to help you today. I'm looking at your account right now and I've already fixed it so you'll have ten dollars a month deducted from your bill for the next six months."

Me: "Oh, thank you! That is very nice. Thank you."

DirecTV Girl: "You're welcome, ma'am. I'm just so sorry you..."

Me: "The man who I spoke with before compensated us with three months of free Showtime. Is there any way we could switch that to HBO? Showtime has a few movies that are alright, but otherwise it's pretty bad. I'm just thankful the kids are locked out of most of it. It's like soft porn! We went to watch something last night and were appalled at what came up. We didn't dare click in to view anything!"

DirecTV Girl: "Well, we are only authorized to give customers Showtime to compensate for trouble they may be experiencing."

Me: "Yes, that's what the man I spoke to before said. I just didn't realize how bad some of that programming is."

DirecTV Girl: "Yeah, let me just tell you... don't ever get Cinemax. It's even worse."

Me: "Oh, ick. I'll remember that. Since you work there, you probably know all the ins and outs of this stuff. We just want to record some good movies. We save them and watch them when we can... which is why I had asked for HBO when I called last time, but the guy said he couldn't do that."

DirecTV Girl: "Yes, Showtime is all we're authorized to give out. But if it's movies you want, then you should go with Starz. They have the most new movies coming out the most frequently. And they have a lot of family friendly programming, with more channels to choose from."

Me: "Really? Oh, it DOES sound like we would enjoy that." (I'm not playing along at this point at ALL.)

DirecTV Girl: "Yeah, you would probably enjoy that much better than HBO. I can only authorize Showtime, but let me pass a note to my manager right now. HBO and Starz are located in your 500 channels. You check that in about ten minutes. If you get them, then she could do it. If not, well, you'll just have Showtime."

Me: "Oh, my goodness! Thank you so much. That would just be wonderful."

DirecTV Girl: "I'm going to transfer you to technical support now..."

From that point a conversation ensued that was much akin to the previous one I had with tech support. It included many phrases like, "Yes, we already tried that." And, "We did the same things you told us to last time, and they still didn't work." And, "There was no other option but to reformat, which is what you told us last time." And, "Is this going to keep happening and us having to keep calling in and you guys keep telling us the same thing and us having to pay shipping for yet another receiver?"

I don't think he liked me very much.

BUT, I checked the 500 channels a few minutes later, and we now have Starz, HBO, and Showtime free for the next three months... in addition to $60.00 over the next six months coming off our bill. Oh, yes. Now let's just hope our DVR doesn't die again (either mostly dead or all dead) so we lose all the fun movies we're going to save up.

Now, to leave you with an example of the fine, fine programming that was on the other night. Given, it was 9:27pm. But, still... it was ONLY 9:27PM!!!

Nate said it must be soft porn for aliens. (And, NO, Jeremy, we didn't click into it.)

(Bonus points for whomever can guess what the quote is in the post and where it came from!)
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Monday, December 1, 2008

Sunday, November 30, 2008

"Swim away, fugu fish. Swim away!"

Alright, alright. So, there's a sequel to yesterday's popular video post. I wasn't going to post it initially, but Ben gave it away in the comments. (I can't even click into your blogger profile, Ben! Otherwise I'd link you.) But when you watch this, you have to picture my two oldest boys putting their faces in mine and making noises with their tongues, akin to the very end of the video. (Remember to shut the music player off before clicking play.)

And again, Nate is reminding you that you can never get these six minutes of your life back.
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Saturday, November 29, 2008

"A Magical Liopleurodon, Charlie..."

Nate wanted me to title this post "You'll never get these four minutes of your life back."

I guess this is what tween boys are laughing hysterically over. Or, it's what they were laughing over about a month ago. It's probably something else now.

When I first watched it I thought, "This is the lamest thing ever." I almost got up and walked away. But I wanted to see the video the boys had been quoting ceaselessly for the past few weeks. And somehow watching it with them made me laugh. And then laugh more. And then we watched it again. And now I quote it with them.

So, be warned. But, be relevant.

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Friday, November 28, 2008

10 Easy Steps to Shopping H&M

My mecca. Well, one of my meccas. I guess you could count Steve Madden as a higher priority mecca, but you get my drift.

H&M opened at 6:00am. And do you know who their first customer was? Me. That's right. I was.

At 9:30am I was walking out.

Yes. One store. Three and a half hours of pure shopping. All purchases over $50.00 before 10:00am were an extra 20% off. I scored BIG time.

H&M requires systematic shopping:

Step 1: Work your way in one direction around the first floor, going around every rack. Place potential purchases in large provided shopping bag. Make note of cute accessories, but leave them where they are for now.

Step 2: When you have covered the entire first floor, go into first floor dressing room and elminate definite "no's." Put "yes's" and "maybe's" back into bag.

Step 3: Continue to second floor. Shop in same manner as first floor.

Step 4: Have dressing room attendant hold large bag with first floor "yes's" in it while you try on possibilities in second floor dressing room, again putting "yes's" and "maybe's" back into bag.

Step 5: Cover second floor and pick up accessories.

Step 6: Go back to first floor and pick up accessories, re-evaluating items you may have passed over the first time (i.e. silver tank).

Step 7: Re-enter first floor dressing room and re-try on all the "maybe's" and "yes's," also trying on new possibilities and accessories.

Step 8: Rank items by "must have" priority, if total cost is an issue. Eliminate all items above price limit. Don't regret it. You're getting some great deals, and money IS an object. Be thankful for what you ARE getting to purchase.

Step 9: Head to check out, making sure you didn't miss any of the items located solely by the register.

Step 10: Smile as you exit, knowing you just got amazing deals on awesome clothes.

A few extra H&M shopping tips:

*Try on things you wouldn't normally try!!! Don't play it safe. The only way you'll break from your rut is if you give those crazy shirts and scarves a chance. Plus, the price is right to take the risk.

*Check out fabric quality. That shirt dress looks good on the hangar, but if it's too thin onlookers will see every crack and wrinkle of your epidermis at that next office party. If it looks and feels cheap to you, it will look cheap to everyone else.

*If you're running low on time and can't spend the three and a half hours I did today, don't shop the more-teeny-bopper-ish floor. (On the West Coast, it's usually the second. Back East it seems to be the first.) Also, skip the third trip to the dressing room. Guesstimate and go with it.

These shopping tips can also be used at other shopping meccas, such as Forever 21 and your favorite thrift store.

Happy Shopping!!!
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Thursday, November 27, 2008

2008: Real Life Thankfulness

*That Ian's diabetes was detected early. May 8, 2008 my little boy's life changed forever. It sucks to have, but I'm so thankful it's under control and that he's a healthy, happy, normal five year old. I'm so thankful our insurance covers every bit of it.

*That our student loans were paid off JUST THIS PAST WEEK!!! Exactly ten years of paying $400.00 a month. The funny thing is, we live in the exact same area now (Vandenberg AFB) that we did when we started paying them. I'm thankful we were diligent when it was so tempting to not be... and that we were ABLE to be diligent when so many weren't. It feels good. REALLY good.

*That our house in Denver is rented and being taken care of. That in the middle of a destitute economy, we are secure.

*That lives are being changed. Little by little, day by day, relationship by relationship... this gives me so much hope. So much joy. That the Christ in me is reaching out and filling up the empty places in them. That they are receiving Christ into them and then reaching out and filling up the empty places in others. That as imperfect as I am, God continues to use me. But that's the nature of His grace.

*That I now have a stinking awesome, totally rockin' electric guitar to go with my absolutely beautiful, never-fails-me acoustic guitar. (I did title this Real Life Thankfulness. I'm being real.)

Think of some specific, real life things you're truly thankful for. Share them with someone else. Then listen to what they have to say. And have a wonderfully Happy Thanksgiving with the ones you love.
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Wednesday, November 26, 2008

In Walnut Creek for Thanksgiving. Family. Friends that are family. Rain. Food. Turkey Bowl. Happiness.
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Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Bringing Up Boys

I know, I know. I'm totally stealing the title from Dr. Dobson. But, since we've been watching the videos in our Thursday night small group, it's been on my mind a lot.

Today the boys had some friends over, and I heard one of the things most moms would NOT want to hear from her 12 year old son:

"Mom, can I use the video camera?"

"Ummm... why?"

"So I can film destruction."

(Honest answer. I guess that IS what we teach in our household.)

I saw his lips continue to move, but only after my heart found it's regular rhythm could I hear that he was explaining to me why. The great lego army he had built over the last year and had been storing on top of the air hockey table (Because those aren't actually for playing air hockey, their for storing things.) was meeting an untimely end and he wanted to film it.

Makes perfect sense. Filming destruction.
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Monday, November 24, 2008

Santa Would Be Proud

The Santa Suit? The one that I longed to get Nate at the post-Christmas Target sales LAST year? The one that I knew I shouldn't get because we just couldn't do $25.00 right then? I mean, it was half off, but it just wasn't going to happen. Well, maybe it could have, but it shouldn't have. (Know what I mean?) So it didn't.

Well, I've already bragged about my bargain, brand-new-in-the-box find for $15.00. That's totally the God Loves Me part. (I should have swiped the other three that were there, too.)

But the over-the-top, "Oh, no it isn't... oh, yes it is!" part is right here:

Look what they had today at Target...

Do you see the price? That's right. Fifty buckaroos.

I think I like the EXACT SAME ONE for fifteen:

Although, it was a little weird when Santa grabbed my rear and talked dirty in my ear. Actually, creepy might be the right word.
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Sunday, November 23, 2008

"From a distance..."

(Do you hear Bette Midler in your head? Are you singing it?)

I came across this AWEsome site on another blog the other day, and it is seriously AWE. some. Awe inspiring. Click around to a few different satellites sometime in the evening until you find your part of the world at night. (The Sirius ones are over good places to view the US.) It's so breath taking to see the lights of our big cities shining in the darkness. And even the lights of the smaller ones speckled across our great nation.

As I sit here and look at our country in darkness, with so many concentrations of light shining so brightly so as to be seen from miles above our planet, I think of my own life. I know this might sound cheesy, but so be it. I want to shine like that. I want my life to shine so brightly that someone miles away... states away... a whole world away will be impacted by my light. Except that it's not my light, it's the light of Christ in me. It's the light of the salvation I have embraced in my savior, the light of a life transformed by walking in His Spirit. Do you see? All you who say, "Your life is different. I want what you have. I want your joy, your assurance, your peace, your stability." It's not me, but the life of Christ that's in me. It's so simple. It's not rules. It's not religion. It's not tiring legalism. It's simply believing in Jesus Christ, the Son of God, and placing your trust in Him.

That's it.

If your life is not marked by this joy, this assurance, this peace, then why don't you change that? Right now. Just give your life to Him. It's that simple. Placing your trust in Jesus Christ, and then living your life in that trust.

"You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven." Matthew 5:14-16

"When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, "I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life." John 8:12

"It is too small a thing for you to be my servant to restore the tribes of Jacob and bring back those of Israel I have kept. I will also make you a light for the Gentiles, that you may bring my salvation to the ends of the earth." Isaiah 49:6

"The night is nearly over; the day is almost here. So let us put aside the deeds of darkness and put on the armor of light." Romans 13:12

Go. See the lights. Be inspired.
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Saturday, November 22, 2008


...not as in "I have," rather, "I love going to." 50% off. Hours spent. Much bought. Much saved. AMAZING finds, including but not limited to:

Ralph Lauren NEVER WORN white wide leg trousers: $2.00
American Eagle brand-stinking-new-with-tags gray cable-knit funky sweater: $2.00
Nine West shrunken cardigan, perfect condition: $1.25
Gap 1969 limited edition denim button down: $1.25
An awesome americana-pottery-barn-ish looking desk (when I paint it black): $12.50
Exact Santa suit for Nate that I wanted to get in after Christmas sales last year but finances were too tight: $15.00

Bargain hunting with friends and Mother-in-Law: well, not exactly priceless... but quite exhilarating.

And I even made it back to post today, keeping my NaBloPoMo 2008 record alive and well.

That's right. I'm amazing.
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Friday, November 21, 2008

For Your Weekend Amusement

This little game is so simple, and so much fun! Ian just sat here forever figuring out angles and seeing what happened. Well, Ian and I did. Okay, sometimes it was just me.

We're all young at heart, right?
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Thursday, November 20, 2008

Sassy Shoe Thursday: Seriously? I mean, really?

No. No, no, no. Not ever. Maybe I should have tried them on, except they were way too big. But, maybe... maybe if I would have slipped my foot in I would have felt a difference that warranted the price tag. (I'm trying to give the benefit of the doubt, here. Come on.)

But, look at the shoe! Look at the price tag! And that is even on "clearance." How much were they to begin with? No, no, no. Not ever! They're jellies, for Pete's sake.

But then you take a look at the name on the inside of the shoe. Can you read it? Get close to the screen. It was hard to take a good photo with the glare of light glancing off the shiny yellow plastic-y stuff.

Jacobs. As in Marc. I'm sorry, sir, but that doesn't make this shoe any better.



These are not sassy. (Well, if I tried I could make them look cute with rolled up jeans and a white tee.) They're not even a good shoe. They're a molded piece of rubber with a few holes punched in them. And some girl is probably walking around with these on her feet feeling good because she's wearing Marc Jacobs... and she even got him on "sale."

Sick, it makes me. Blech. Don't get me wrong, I'd like Marc to send me some of his items any time. I will wear them and review them and be quite happy. But, these? Seriously? I mean, really? We are truly a mindless crowd, following the latest trend, the latest name... all the way to our fashion grave.

Would YOU buy them? How much would you pay?
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Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Death of the DVR*

We are joining this phone call currently in progress...

DirecTV Guy: "So, you're saying this problem was not resolved with prior phone calls, and you're calling back to resolve the problem."

Me: "No, it's not about the other phone calls. We had other problems, but you guys weren't able to fix those without us losing all our recorded shows. Now the DVR died, and all our shows are lost anyway."

DirecTV Guy: "So this is a new problem that we need to take care of?"

Me: "Well, the receiver has had problems, but it's never done THIS before. It's been a nightmare from the start, but we didn't want to lose all our recorded shows. It was 90% FULL and now it's all GONE! Just GONE! So, you might as well replace it."

DirecTV Guy: "Okay, so I can put in the order for a new receiver. It will be about 3 to 5 business days, and we'll charge your account $19.99."

Me: "What? Our receiver quit working and you're going to charge US to replace it?"

DirecTV Guy: "Well, no. The receiver is covered. We have to charge you shipping and handling."

Me: "But it was fine, and now it stopped working. And you're going to charge ME?"

DirecTV Guy: "The $19.99 is a shipping charge and a handling charge, ma'am."

Me: "But that just seems silly that WE have to pay the shipping and handling when YOUR receiver quit working. When I called before about the other problems, I was told to call back when we had watched the recorded shows and you guys would replace the receiver. No problem. No one said we'd have to PAY for it!"

DirecTV Guy: "So, that will be $19.99 charged to your account. Should I place the order?"

Me: "WAIT! No. Can't we just reformat THIS one? I mean, it's lame and it's always given us problems, but tomorrow is THURSday. And we HAVE to have it. Wait. That sounds awful. I'm so concerned about having my DVR working for tomorrow when there are starving children in Africa. I mean, in the grand scope of things, I guess it's not... but can't we just reformat THIS one?"

DirecTV Guy: "Umm, yes. We can try that. I'm going to talk you through some steps here. Press the red reset button. Now hold down the record button and the down arrow for ten seconds. The screen will flash a message. Now let go. Now put one hand on top of your head while the other waves wildly at your side. Now get a really worried look on your face. Okay. Good. What does the screen say? Alright. It should come up with a message that says it's reformatting. Okay. Now it's going to have a message that says you're really ridiculous for stressing over such a minor thing when there are starving children in Africa. Has that come up yet? Okay. Good. Are you still waving your hand by your side? Alright. Now stick one finger up your nose, wait about two hours, and the receiver should be reformatted."

Me: "Okay."

DirecTV Guy: "So, let's recap what we've done here today. You called in about an existing problem with your receiver and we've taken steps to reformat the reciever...

Me: "Wait! Oh, no. The screen said formatting error and went blank. Now it's trying to power up again."

DirecTV Guy: "Uh..."

Me: "Should I press restart and go through the steps again?"

DirecTV Guy: "Umm, yes. Yes."

Me: "Okay. Done. It says it's reformatting again, that it will take a little over two hours and... wait. It's blank. Now it's trying to power up again.

DirecTV Guy: "Ma'am, I'm sorry. Your only option is to order another receiver."

Me: "Weren't you guys going back to the TiVo receivers? You used to have TiVo ones, and nothing ever went wrong with THEM. We never had a problem. Then you switched to your own brand, and they've never worked right. When are you going back to TiVo? Do you have those now?"

DirecTV Guy: "No, not yet. We are switching back, but not until 2009. And I'm not sure if it will be in January or later in the year."

Me: "Well, will I have to pay to get a TiVo one when you DO come back out with them?"

DirecTV Guy: "Ma'am, I'm really not sure. I don't want to say yes, and then you don't, or no, and then you do. I really don't know when we'll be switching to TiVo. Do you want me to put in that order for you, then?"

Me: "But it's twenty dollars!!! And the receiver just stopped working! Why do I have to pay for that? Is there some sort of plan you're supposed to get so you don't have to pay for it?"

DirecTV Guy: "Yes, actually, there is. I can enroll you today in our protection plan and that fee will be covered for you."

Me: "How much is that?"

DirecTV Guy: "It's only $5.99 per month."

Me: "So, I've been a customer since 2003. That's five years. Six dollars a month for a year is 72 dollars a year. Multiply that by five. You're saying I should have paid all that just to cover a $20 shipping and handling fee?"

DirecTV Guy: "Well, ma'am, it also comes with some other great services, such as free service visits, unlimited dish realignments..."

Me: "But, in five years we haven't EVER needed any of that, so I would be paying all that money just to cover this $20 fee? That's ridiculous. We've been with you since 2003, now our receiver quits, and you're telling me that I'M the one who's going to pay. We've always had great service with DirecTV... well... no, that's not true. 60% of the time we've had great service, and now this happens."

DirecTV Guy: "Ma'am if it would make things easier for you, I could see if I could add on three free months of Showtime programming. That would more than defray the shipping cost of the new receiver."

Me: ****pause**** "Okay."

*Some of the script may have been altered in consideration of the length of this blog post. Let it be known that the author would not stick her finger up her nose for two hours... unless the right monetary sum was agreed upon and paid in advance.
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Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Finally, a good post...

... but it's not mine.

Because I've been bringing you really lame blog posts the last few days, (except they're not lame, just short and devoid of much time and energy because I haven't had much of either), and because the holidays are nearing and you truly need amazing and inspirational posts, I'm going to send you to just one such entry:

The Most Wonderful Christmas Garland Ever And How To Make It

I hope you're amazed. And inspired. And that you keep coming back here to see if I my posts get better soon. (They will!)

And as soon as I get a few spare moments and some renegade garland pieces, I'm going to make me my own Most Wonderful Christmas Garland Ever.
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Monday, November 17, 2008

Peaceful Squirrel Watching

I totally stole this idea from Bethany. If you go to ustream.tv you can watch all kinds of things. It's very peaceful and quite addicting.

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Sunday, November 16, 2008

Riding Solo

As of tonight, we are now a training wheel-less family. Congratulations Ian!

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Saturday, November 15, 2008


It's Saturday. It's Brit's birthday (which I'll post on another time). We're heading out the door. So, I'm opting for a re-run of a previous post. Whenever I go back to it, it reminds me of the important things...

(originally posted Monday, January 14th, 200*)

If I look above me (right now, right where I sit), I can see a cobweb. A dusty cobweb. A large, dusty cobweb. Not the acceptable kind of cobweb, but an old, haunted house kind... and it's in my kitchen... in plain sight. Well, plain sight if you're sitting in the corner at the computer and the morning sunlight is pouring in the window, but you get my drift.

I'm thinking "I should just run and get the duster really quick." And I continue to sit here. When people come over sometimes I remember the cobweb. Then it sticks in my head while they're here, but I can't very well run and get the duster at that point! They might see the cobweb and then KNOW, indeed, Angela has cobwebs. OR if they already see it, and if I acknowledge it's there by going to get it, they will know that I know and haven't taken care of it before now. But, if they see it and I don't acknowledge it, then they'll think maybe I don't know it exists, so I couldn't have taken care of it. (When, in fact, it has existed for a very long time.) Then the guest will leave and I'll forget about the cobweb, only remembering I have this problem when I'm either sitting at the computer or the next guest comes over. (It's a very old cobweb.)

It makes me wonder what other cobwebs are around? I know there used to be one in our bedroom. You could only see it in the right light, when the sun was fully shining in the windows. It was just a "one string" cobweb that went from the wall to the end poster on my side of the bed. (That freaks me out. A spider was on our bed. Our bed. He was on MY BED, on MY SIDE. Yes, I know this happens, but I try to stay in "Angela World" where spiders should never be on my bed, on me, in my clothes, or touching anything that I would ever touch.) There's also a large cobweb in the laundry room. I'm in there so stinking often you think I would have taken care of it. I always think "I'll run and get the duster," and then don't come back until the next load needs to go in... sans duster.

There are some cobwebs in my attitude. I know they're there, and when they're able to be seen by other people I realize they should be dealt with. But when they're not directly exposed I forget and let them sit. Then they get dusty, and the next time I see them they're even worse.

My time management has some pretty large cobwebs. I see those ones often, but the time it would take to clean them out seems overwhelming. So I tell myself that I'll "go get the duster" in a week, a month... next year. But I never do.

My relationship with God has some cobwebs. They've built up in a few areas of my life that I don't always want to discuss. Places where he prods my heart, and I know I should deal with it, but it's not really TOO bad. Is it? The cobwebs are okay for now. Aren't they? I'd rather live with the discomfort than go through the pain of "getting the duster." But, growth and maturity require truth. Real relationships require us to be real ourselves. In every area. Cobwebs and all. God desires real relationship with me. If I choose to leave the cobwebs, He can still use me... but if I choose to clean them out, oh how much clearer and beautiful that relationship will be!

"Examine me, O Lord, and try me; test my mind and my heart." Psalm 26:2 (NAS)

"Examine me, God, from head to foot, order your battery of tests. Make sure I'm fit inside and out." Psalm 26:2 (The Message)

Maybe what David was trying to say was, "God, look for cobwebs. Show me where they are so I can clear them out!"

The danger is when we become so used to the cobwebs they become a part of us, a part of who we are. A certain way of thinking is "just me. That's just who I am." We forget it may be a dusty, dirty way of thinking that's only there because we've neglected to clean it out. How we do things is "just our personality." Is it? Is it really? Or is it something that could be done a much healthier way, but we don't want to take the time to change it? We no longer see the cobwebs, and when someone lovingly points them out, we take offense. "That's me. That's how I do things. How dare you suggest anything different."

I don't EVER want to be blind to the cobwebs... in my house or in my heart... I think I'll go get the duster...
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Friday, November 14, 2008

To the guy who flipped me off,

I'm sorry. I really, really am. I did not mean to cut you off. Truly, I didn't. I looked in my rearview mirror, and even checked my blind spot. I just sincerely did not see you. I moved into the right hand lane to scoot around the slow truck in front of me and suddenly you were there behind my Suburban. The only thing I can figure is that you were already there, and I simply cut you off.

I. Felt. AWFUL.

I am SO SORRY!!! But, how can I tell you that? You hung way back, probably because you thought I was a crazy driver and didn't care about you, so you were worried I'd do something else foolish. When I turned left at the light and you went straight, I was going to try to smile sheepishly and wave, make some kind of a motion to apologize, or mouth the word "sorry." So was it really necessary to roll down your window and make that obscene gesture? I'm sure you were upset with me, but so was I. I was upset with me, too.

We all make mistakes. You may have inadvertently cut someone off before, just like I did to you. So next time someone accidentally comes a little too close, please have some grace. Because flipping off the woman who already feels horrible just makes everything that much worse. And I'd really like to think that if you knew how badly I felt and that I really didn't mean to do it, you'd smile and shrug it off.
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Thursday, November 13, 2008

Tiger David Thoman

I was very honored to meet my new little nephew today, and I'd like you to meet him, too!

Tiger David Thoman was born last Friday, November 7th. He weighed in at 7 lbs. 2 oz. and was 20" long. And I am a VERY, very proud Auntie.

He was a little skeptical of the camera and all.

Big brother Rocky is proud, too.

Lots of love and kisses for Tiger!

A very happy, very joyful Auntie with her very adorable, miraculous nephew.

Congratulations to my wonderful sister, Charity, and beloved brother-in-law, David. I love you guys so much. SO much.
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Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Works For Me Wednesday: Make Super Yummy Coffee

About a year ago one of my amazing friends (I have many. Amazing friends, that is. People think I'M amazing, but I'm not. My friends actually make me seem as if I'm amazing, because THEY are so truly, incredibly amazing.) brought me the. best. coffee. I. have. ever. tasted. in. my. life.


Turns out it's from some small town somewhere in Mexico and the only way I can get it is by stalking my friend when her husband comes back from his trips with some and making really mournful puppy dog eyes. Or maybe I could go live in Mexico. Hmmm.

Because I love my friend, (read: I think she's awesome and don't want to scare her away so when she DOES feel like giving me coffee, she still will), I decided to try and make it myself. After many tries, I did not succeed exactly, but I came PRETTY DARN CLOSE. I also realized in the process that my new-found technique can take really lame tasting coffee and turn it into Super Yummy Coffee. This is a big help for people like me who take the little coffee samples out of hotel rooms, then combine them later hoping to get a halfway decent result.

Here's how you can achieve Super Yummy Coffee:

1. Put whatever coffee you have in coffee filter. If it's hotel coffee, dump it out of its existing filter and into your own. I usually go 1/4 cup grounds plus a few pinches for 10 cups coffee, varying how much by who shows up to my Tuesday morning small group, and whether they like it stronger or weaker.

2. Add some cinnamon and some chocolate to the grounds. Mix it up a bit. The Authentic Mexican Delicacy has actual chunks of chocolate and bits of cinnamon stick, but I tend to go with whatever is in the cupboard. (Besides, chunks of chocolate are revered around here too much to put in the coffee.) You'll figure out how much you like the more you make it.

3. Fill the pot with water and dump it in the reservoir.

4. Get one of those fancy sugar cones that's brown. I'm not sure where, because another one of my amazing friends gets mine for me. I can never remember where she gets it, even though she always tells me. I think it's on the Fancy Sugar Cone aisle. (See? People think I'm amazing because I have a Fancy Sugar Cone, but it's really my amazing friend. Case in point.) Grate some of it. I'm only showing you the picture because I've had people say "Grate the sugar? Huh?" Yes. Grate the sugar. That's what it will look like. Then put it in the pot. (Yes, I'm sure you could use brown sugar or some kind of other fancy looking natural sugar. But this is what I've used because I'm told it's what they use in Mexico. Besides, my amazing friend gets me the super cool sugar cone. It's like using my son's fun gadgets. I feel cool. )See why I made step 3 the "fill the pot with water" step? Because if you wait until after you've put the sugar in, you've got to fill the reservoir some other way. More things to get out and put away. No one likes that.

5. Turn it on.

6. Enjoy your Super Yummy Coffee. I usually just put milk in mine... and more sugar. My amazing friend that gets the Authentic Mexican Delicacy says the sugar in the pot makes it sweet enough for her, and maybe it will for you. But not for me. And I use milk because I don't want to cover over the flavor with flavored creamer. (And I'm also a little weird and sometimes like milk in my coffee rather than cream.)

CONGRATULATIONS!!! You now know how to make Super Yummy Coffee! It's fun to experiment with the amounts and see what you come up with. You might even report back that you found a way to make it Super DUPER Yummy Coffee.

This is one of the things that works for me. To see more awesome tips, visit this week's Works For Me Wednesday over at Rocks in My Dryer.
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Tuesday, November 11, 2008

All in the family

I've come to the conclusion that the same family who celebrates Christmas in August in Santa Maria must have relatives in Porterville. What else could explain the Virgen De Guadalupe being immortalized on their tailgate right next to the very artistically painted topless woman and lowrider? The murals complimented each other so well. I just couldn't resist whipping out the camera in front of the Town & Country Supermarket.

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