Christmastime is Here

My hope is that when you read that title, you will actually sing that Charlie Brown song, high notes and all.

So, It’s December 9th and we haven’t even ordered our Christmas cards. I’m really sad about it. We had/have this great idea that we were going to do for our cards this year, but SOMEONE kind of ruins it because she can’t stand up in pictures yet. Whatever. Babies. So we are going to have to save the rad idea until next year. Be excited. Be very excited for one whole year.

In the meantime, we (meaning Dave) have worked on part of our card, but haven’t had time to finish it yet. In his defense he has been rather busy. He had to pull an all-nighter last Friday because he was exporting files all night for an online class he’ll start teaching in January. Do you know what an all-nighter does to people our age? Let’s face it, we can’t pull that off anymore. Mainly due to the children that occupy our home and need constant care and attention. Whatever. Babies. My point is that Dave isn’t the one to blame for non-existent Christmas cards. YET.

ANYWAY, my hope is that the cards will be done and ordered this weekend, so that they can be mailed next week. If you are one of the lucky few who get our Christmas cards, be excited. Be very excited. But not as excited as you should be for next year. If you aren’t one of the lucky ones to get our cards, shoot me an email. After some consideration I may let you in the cool club and send you a card this year. We’ll see.

This is probably the sassiest blog post I have ever written! I think I’m a little hyped up on sugar. You should SEE how fast my fingers are moving right now! It’s actually freaking me out a little bit. And now that I think about it, it’s probably because I’ve only had pretzels and chocolate chips to eat today, and it’s 2:48 in the afternoon. I now realize this is not a good thing. But that’s what happens when your babies have croup.

Oh, did I not tell you that? Yep, the babies (plural) have croup. Is it “the croup” or just “croup?” I feel like I need to consult Diana Barry and Anne Shirley on this one. I trust them much more than Google and Wikipedia. PUT TOGETHER.

Wow, this blog post is just getting crazier. If Dave were home he would have stopped my typing a long time ago and fed me milk and honey to calm the crazy. What!? Did I just say “feed me milk and honey” like it’s some normal thing people eat outside of the bible? Cause I’m pretty sure it isn’t. Or maybe it is. I don’t know anything anymore.

I’m pretty sure people have stopped reading at this point. I know I would have. I bet my mom is still reading though. Hi Mom! And Dave. He’s probably reading too, but only because he’s feeling very concerned about his wife all of a sudden. And he’s probably done some grammer checking for me. That’s one of the perks to marrying an English major. Thanks babe!

I think I’ll just post the pictures of Clara that I was planning on writing about in the first place. Then we can all leave this post feeling happy and NOT CONCERNED ABOUT HOLLY AT ALL.

Plus I think there’s a baby seal in my house because I keep hearing one over the baby moniter. Oh wait, that’s just one of the babies that has croup/the croup.

The baby that is already bored with this blog post.

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catching up

So whilst we are camera-less I figured I could catch up on a few posts that never made it to our darling little blog. Although as I review our iPhoto Album I am getting very verklempt while also realizing how difficult life is without a camera (I always think of pioneers when I say or think of things like that, but that’s another post and I assign it to Dave).

Anyway, I just may put Christmas dresses and jammies back on the girls so that I can try and recreate some memories. Not only did we have a Christmas sans camera, but I was also busy doing a million loads of laundry due to lots of puke and leaky, runny, dirty diapers that were a large part our Christmas season this year (yet another excuse that I won’t give as to why I haven’t been blogging). So even if we had a camera for Christmas, there wasn’t a lot to take pictures of. Well, not pictures that anyone would want to see.

In the meantime, here’s a fond remembrance from last summer (that’s for you Butlers because you just may be onto something with your theory about Winter making me tired).

Stay tuned for posts from the past that will be posted in the future for your present enjoyment.

alright already

So we haven’t posted in a month. There are A LOT of excuses that I could give but I am just too tired. In fact that’s probably my #1 excuse as to why I have not been blogging. T-I-R-E-D.

Right now it is 10:09pm and Inez is still awake! (That is an exclamation point of frustration.) The movie Hot Rod is playing on our tv because the dvd is due tomorrow. It is SO stupid and needs to be turned off RIGHT NOW but I’m too tired. Actually the more it plays the lamer it gets, so I think I’ll be able to muster up enough energy to change it to Project Runway. What I really should do though is go to SLEEP.

Did I mention how very tired I have been lately? Just this morning I feel asleep on the couch and Gwen hurt her eye and it has been puffy all day. I think I am up for mother of the year. But honestly, I am kind of freaking out about how tired I have been lately. I have a doctor’s appointment in a few weeks (the earliest they could get me in) and I am determined to get some answers other than, lack of sleep, sugar, no excercise, etc. I know those are contributing factors, but I am more than just tired from too much sugar. Especially if the only sugar I have had in a day were a few (handfuls of) chocolate chips.

If you have gotten this far in this post then congratulations! Also, two things. One: you are probably so glad that “Buns of Steel” is not the first thing you see here (I know I am). Two: Since our camera is STILL broken I apologize for the terrible grainy-ness of this picture from my cell phone. But I ask you, how could I possibly resist taking her picture when she does stuff like this?

Okay, I have to go. It’s 10:45 and Project Runway is on. But I’m going to bed right after it’s over.

I promise.

tired

Can you tell that we have been less than enthused about blogging lately? Our last post was actually done by Dave even though he made it look like it was from me. I think that one (meaning you, dear reader) can tell that our writing skillz are pretty different (really good vs. not so great). Plus we are still living in October here on our blog. Happy Halloween on November 13th. Actually, Dave has been pretty busy as of late including working until 10pm last night (don’t get me started). So it will be Halloween a little bit longer. Please bear with us.

Sorry. That’s all I have to offer right now because I am tired, I have a headache (which is going on day two) and I have eaten twenty-seven too many chocolate covered cinnamon bears that I purchased tonight at the BYU Bookstore Christmas preview sale (a.k.a. crazy holiday shopping preview).

It was worth fighting the crowds though. I got a few good gifts for Dave (now safely hidden away, so don’t even try to look babe) and chocolate covered cinnamon bears (did I already mention those?) and a dark chocolate orange. Actually, two of those. The delicious dark chocolate oranges may or may not be sent in a Christmas package to my Dad who is in China. You see, I am not to be trusted when it comes to dark chocolate because I may or may not have taken a Dove dark chocolate bar out of the package that is waiting to be sent to him. Actually, two of those. I have good intentions, but you know what they say about intentions. They make an ‘in’ out of ‘tent’ and ‘ions.’

Sorry Dad.

And thanks to Brooke for a fun night shopping and Cafe Rio. At least we laughed if no one else did. Those cashiers are a tough crowd.

an apology to my body

Dear Body,

I am sincerely sorry that I put you through that spinning class last night. I realize that you haven’t had that hard of a workout since Gwen was born. However, it was for the best. I think I am more sorry for not having worked you that hard in such a long, long time. I also realize that I need to take better care of you and that the extra pounds you have been carrying around these past few years are even worse than the spinning class from last night. Yes, even worse.

So if you will cooperate with me, I believe it is in our best interest that we continue attending these classes. If we do so, I see a bright future ahead of us. And believe me when I say that I will feel the pain when you do.

You know I love you.

h o ll y

in the spirit of chocolate rain

Now that Chocolate Rain isn’t stuck in your heads anymore, we thought this time we would give you a little ear and eye candy. We present you with the worst music video ever made:

Thanks, Matt.

‘R’ is for…

ridiculously large zucchinis left on our doorstep.

See? See how large they are compared to the butcher knife?

one hundred things we love

On this, our one hundredth post, we present you, dear readers, with one hunded things, in no particular order, that we love.

Public Service Announcement: Before you begin, you may want to use the restroom and/or grab a bite to eat. This monster will most likely take somewhere between four and five hours to get through. Good luck.

Ten books that we love:
1. One Hundred Years of Solitude – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
2. A Prayer for Owen Meany – John Irving
3. Seventh Son – Orson Scott Card
4. Memoirs of a Geisha – Arthur Golden
5. Anne of Green Gables – L.M. Montgomery
6. The Alchemist – Paulo Coelho
7. Harry Potter Series – J.K. Rowling
8. Gift from the Sea – Anne Morrow Lindbergh
9. Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen
10. The Book of Mormon

Ten Children’s books we love to read:
1. Don’t Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus – Mo Willems
2. Olivia – Ian Falconer
3. Snowmen at Night – Caralyn Buehner
4. I’ll Never Not Ever Eat a Tomato – Lauren Child
5. There’s a Wocket in my Pocket – Dr. Seuss
6. The Tale of Peter Rabbit – Beatrix Potter
7. The Giving Tree – Shel Silverstein
8. Bad Case of the Stripes – David Shannon
9. If you Give a Mouse a Cookie – Laura Numeroff
10. Where the Wild Things Are – Maurice Sendak

Five comics / graphic novels that we love:
1. The Sandman – Neil Gaiman
2. Bone – Jeff Smith
3. Blankets – Craig Thompson
4. Watchmen – Alan Moore
5. Maus – Art Spiegelman

Ten songs that we love:
1. Eyes – Rogue Wave
2. Danny Boy – Celtic Woman
3. Starry Eyed Surprise – Paul Oakenfold
4. Chicago – Sufjan Stevens
5. Casimir Pulaski Day – Sufjan Stevens
6. Jaime – Weezer
7. Could you Be Loved – Bob Marley
8. Upside Down – Jack Johnson
9. What You Waiting For? – Gwen Stefani
10. Your House – Steel Pulse

Ten movies that we love:
1. Back to the Future
2. Say Anything
3. Raising Arizona
4. Napolean Dynamite
5. Amelie
6. Waiting for Guffman
7. Sixteen Candles
8. Bridget Jones’s Diary
9. Steel Magnolias
10. Pride and Prejudice

Five kids movies we can watch without pulling out our hair:
1. Curious George
2. Cinderella
3. Finding Nemo
4. Peter Pan
5. Toy Story 1 or 2

Ten TV Shows that we love (or loved):
1. Arrested Develoment
2. Freaks and Geeks
3. Undeclared
4. Extras (”pug, pug—pug, pug”)
5. Lost
6. Heroes
7. As Time Goes By
8. Gilmore Girls
9. The Amazing Race
10. The O.C.

Ten blogs that we love:
1. Authenic Boredom – Cameron Moll
2. Daring Fireball – John Gruber
3. Signal vs. Noise – 37 Signals
4. Subtraction – Khoi Vinh
5. CJane Enjoy It
6. my happy little life
7. Segullah the blog
8. Wee Wonderfuls (one of her dolls is even names Inez)
9. DISboards
10. Obviously all the wonderful family and/or friend’s blogs that we browse each and every day, some a few times a day!

Five websites we love:
1. Coudal Partners
2. Homestar Runner
3. IMDB
4. Last.fm
5. Blogger (of course)

Five gadgets that we love:
1. iPod (shuffle, nano, and video)
2. iMac
3. Panasonic Lumix DMC-F27 digital camera
4. iPhone (we will love it)
5. iTrip

Five applications we love:
1. Transmit
2. iTunes
3. Photoshop
4. Gmail (web-based app, but app nonetheless)
5. iBank

Five Podcasts that we love:
1. Mac Break Weekly
2. Filmspotting
3. This Week in Tech
4. The Treatment
5. Bookworm

Ten places we would love to go:
1. Disneyland
2. Hawaii
3. England
4. San Diego
5. Mexico (back to Dave’s mission)
6. Argentina (back to Holly’s mission)
7. Seattle
8. San Francisco
9. Nauvoo
10. San Clemente

heavy boringness

Earlier today, as I made my way into our local Costco, I saw a man pushing his beat-up, out-of-gas, old-school Volkswagen Type 2 Pick Up to the Costco gas pumps. The ancient truck looked like it was on its last legs, but it was obvious that this guy had given it a lot of care and attention over the years.

I noticed that, instead of using bumper stickers, he had written messages on his tail gate in chalk. They were all funny, original, and biting. My favorite read “Will YOUR truck be running in 50 years?”

When he reached the pump and began to walk around the truck to start filling up the tank, I discovered something that I hadn’t noticed before. He only had one arm. His right arm ended in a stump at the elbow.

I don’t know why, but seeing this—realizing this, after I had seen him push his out-of-gas VW to the pump—filled me with an intense feeling of happiness. I’m sure that sounds lame. Like I said, I don’t really understand why it made me feel the way it did. I guess it just suddenly made me feel so fortunate, and blessed, and… lucky to have what I have and be who I am. At the same time, I felt such admiration for this man. I don’t know what else he has going on in his life and I’m admittedly projecting a lot on to him, but he just seemed so full of joy and energy and strength during the minute or two that I watched him. I was inspired by him.

Anyway… this is a strange post.

If you’re already this far into it, it’s too late and you might as well read it on through to the end.

Thanks for reading. Sorry for the heavy boringness. Don’t worry though—tomorrow, it’ll be back to ephemera as usual from me.

brain teaser

A single light bulb is in an enclosed room. The room has a single door and no windows. The light bulb is controlled by one of three switches. The switches are outside the room. The other two switches don’t control any other light bulbs (or anything else).

How do you determine which switch turns on the bulb if you can enter the room only once and after you open the door, you can’t touch the switches again?

The first reader to answer correctly will win… a… prize.

Of some sort.

Possibly.

No cheating!

This brain teaser was shamelessly stolen from cameronmoll.com.