Monday, December 29, 2008

I Was Fine Until Just Now

It's been over 48 hours since my cell-phone was "misplaced." I'd like to believe it was stolen and mistreated by one of the many children that recently spent Saturday at the home of my parents. But...let's be honest. It probly just fell out of my pocket and is only about 3 feet away from me, but since it's not in plain sight, how would I know?! Since I'm ridiculously OCD and only have ONE place for all my possessions-I don't even have a place to look for the dang contraption.

Anyway, I didn't really care until JUST now. You'd think I'd be worried about all the calls I'm not getting from my non-existent boyfriend. But really-it's no big deal. He can just leave a message.

Nope. The reason I'm finally bugged, is cuz my favorite made-for-TV movie is on and I can't text my old roommate or my funny cousin to tell them and I KNOW they'd love it! It's Lucky 7. With Kimberly Williams-Paisley and Patrick Dempsey. And for the record, I fully liked Patrick before he got annoyingly famous from that lame-o TV show. Way before. Like, Can't Buy Me Love before. And PS-Brad Paisly is way better than Patrick.

If you haven't seen Lucky 7---turn on your local Lifetime channel, cuz odds are they will be showing it lots for the next couple days. That's how they roll.

Monday, December 22, 2008


Becky has tagged me to write six random things about myself. But I think I did a blog similar to that a few months ago... and since I cheat, er change, the tags I do to what I feel like writing about, I'll just write six un-traditions my family has for Christmas.

1. Somehow, it is ALWAYS my mom's turn to say Family Prayer on Christmas morning. When you've got 4 little kids (or 4 big kids) excited to go see what Santa left them, there's nothing more agonizing than to have the most loquacious person in the house called on to pray.
2. As previously mentioned, my dad was an OB/GYN. He also was magically on call every Christmas of my growing up life. So, in addition to the lovely prayers my mother would offer, we had to wait until 9:30-10:00ish before Dad was home to start opening presents. By that time, we could hear the kids out in the neighborhood playing with their new toys. Unfair I tell you. And inevitably, half-way through the festivities, the phone would ring calling Dad away for another hour or two to deliver a Christmas baby, which left us kids sitting forlornly in the living room staring at our unopened gifts.
*Don't think for a second, though, that we would ever do present without our parents. We were anxious, but we had hearts, too.*
3. One year, it was just myself and one other brother home for Christmas. We waited a long time for Dad to come home, and started watching the movie Con Air. Then, Dad got home-but the movie wasn't over. So we had to finish. And by the time it ended, Dad was called away again so we waited a couple more hours to start gifts! But for the next few years, Joey and I would watch that movie together around Christmas time.
4. My parents always gave us Christmas Eve jammies. And the past few years they keep saying we're too old for such things. And the past few years I get angry that they say that. And they keep getting jammies. I love my Christmas jammies. Here's a picture of two of my brothers in Chinese jammies (another brother and his wife live there and my mom had him get them) from two years ago. Yes, the one on the right does have pants on. Yes, that is a normal pose for the both of them. And no, I still am not too old for Christmas jammies.
5. Instead of turkey for Christmas dinner, we have flank steak. Less mess and less time involved, plus it's one of my favorite foods. It's a win-win!
6. One of my dad's favorite Christmas songs is "Thistlehair the Christmas Bear," by Alabama. It's my mom's least favorite song. So every year, the day after Thanksgiving, that's the first song he puts on as we begin decorating. My mom grouses (but is a good sport) and we laugh. I think it's safe to say that "Thistlehair" has a special place in all our hearts.

So there you go. My un-traditions. I don't think it would be a real Christmas without them. I won't tag six people, cuz I know it's a busy time of year. But if anyone else does this, be it with traditions, random quirks, favorite Christmas foods....I'd love to know so I can read about them.

Merry Christmas!!!

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

I Have Six Months Left To Live.

Maybe. I mean, probly I have more than that. But you never know. I especially don't know. Because I've never been to the doctor. Ever.

My dad was/is a doctor; he retired a few years ago. So, whenever I had a shot or a physical that was needed, my dad just signed the form. I remember when we had scoliosis checks in jr. high. He signed that form, too. Said he could tell I was fine.

In case you were wondering, my dad was an OB/GYN... And a darn good one.

But, he's also the most anti-hypochondriac you'll ever meet. And it's passed on to our family. Basically, the cure for everything that's not a broken bone is pepto bismol. What? You've had a headache for five days? Take some pepto bismol. Your knee's been hurting since you got knocked over in the soccer game? Take some pepto bismol. He even used to have a bag of those pink "candies" in his car. Maybe you don't believe me...but I remember when my sister-in-law had just had her baby and was complaining of stomach pain. She asked my dad for advice and was told to take...that's right, pepto. Later that night she was headed to the emergency room for an appendectomy.

So, I mean really, what if I have some crazy disease? I'll never know! But at least I never had to go to the doctor's, or wait for hours in a waiting room. Right?

And also, in case you were wondering, I really never have been sick enough to warrant a doctor's visit, never broken a bone, never even sprained anything. So I think I'm good for now.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Apparently I Should Start Dying My Hair Blonde

Cuz guess what? I was nominated as one of the top five blogs on Mormon Mommy Blogs and I didn't even realize it!! I had a few people make comments to me about it and just figured they were talking about the award I had gotten from awesome Rychelle. Who knew I was so brilliant?

Anyway--go there. Go there now. And vote for me. Please. Unless you want to vote for someone else which I would fully understand. I mean, if I lose, it's possible that a piece of my heart will shrivel up and die...but whatever. It's your call.

And also, No-it is not ironic that I'm up for winning something at a blog featuring Mormon Mothers. I fit one of the two title qualifications. Okay? Okay.

Monday, December 8, 2008

Awards and Syndromes

So, Rychelle is awesome and gave me an award! I thought for a minute it was gonna be a bowling alley---but I guess they couldn't figure out how they were going to ship that to my house.

I believe I am supposed to post a picture of said award on my blog...but since I'm brilliant and all, I have ZERO idea how to do so. But if you click on Rychelle's name, you can see a picture there.

As part of my acceptance, I'm supposed to list five things I love. But since I won an award I'm taking liberties and listing five disorders instead.
1. OJS: Over-reactive Jerk Syndrome. When a guy pulls out in front of you and makes you slam on your brakes. Then, to prove he (or, to be fair, she) did nothing wrong...he floors the brakes and takes off as fast as possible so it looks likes there's lots of space between the two cars.
2. TVMS: TV Movie Syndrome. When a movie you own is on TV and you decide to watch it. Despite the fact that you own it, and could put it in the VCR, DVD, or Beta machine and save watching commercials every 15 minutes. It's just not as fun that way...?
3. SLS: Slant-leg Syndrome. Only suffered by short people. When you lose your napkin at dinner, because your legs are too short to set your feet flat on the ground and so your napkin slides off your legs, requiring you to duck under the table less-than-gracefully to retrieve it.
4. PSS: Pencil-skirt Syndrome. Only suffered by girls...I hope. Trying to get into any car that is over a foot off the ground necessitating you either jump in (which I've tried and it's impossible), or hike up your skirt in order to enter the vehicle.
5. MAD: Monday Affective Disorder. Kind of like Seasonal Affective Disorder...but just for Mondays. When you wake up Monday morning and throw your alarm clock against the wall cuz you're mad (no pun intended) that today's not the day you have 1:00 church.

Now, if I knew how to post the pretty blog award to pass on to others, I would. But since I don't-here's who I would pass it on to if I could:
1. Buffy-cuz she's awesome and I'm her kids' favorite aunt. And seriously, go look at the post she has now before she updates cuz it's hilarious. Seriously.
2-6. Becky, Lisa, Sue Q, Becka, and Melissa because they are all legit followers of my blog which makes my head swell a tiny bit.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

For That Special Someone

As much as I love the Christmas Season---it can also be slightly stress inducing. There is always at least one person for whom I simply cannot find the perfect gift. Knowing that there are those of you out there that share my frustration-I am going to show you my newest find. Really, I can't imagine that there won't be one person that won't want this.

Seriously---I would love the meet the person that thought lice should be made into a stuffed animal.