Friday, October 31, 2008

Costume Craze


We actually made it out the door on time this morning--a minor miracle, considering that I was shepherding two butterfly princesses, one kitty princess, and a junior missionary out the door. Yes, Eric is a missionary for Halloween. That's what happens when you have three older sisters who run your life for you.

I did not dress up for Halloween. I am a Grown Up. I am a Professional Woman. I have Very Important Things to do all day long, and I can't do them if I'm wearing a tiara or a pointed hat or glitter makeup. That, and I spent so much time on the kids' costumes that I ran out of time to scrounge anything up for myself.

No need to worry, though. I dressed myself in what I thought was a nice, conservative work outfit. When I walked out of the closet Grace's eyes lit up. "Oh, Mommy! You found a costume, too!" I looked down at my very dull black skirt and black shirt. "Uh, what am I dressed up as?" "A weird lady!"

I thought you'd enjoy the picture of me crying my guts out.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

My Second Career as a Salonnière

"A salon is a gathering of stimulating people of quality under the roof of an inspiring hostess or host, partly to amuse one another and partly to refine their taste and increase their knowledge through conversation and readings" (Wikipedia)

Mark your calendars, boys and girls. Friday, November 14th, 8:00pm let's meet at my house to talk "Till We Have Faces" by C.S. Lewis. Rumor has it there are a couple of copies available for borrowing, if you can pry them away from those of us who are enjoying the third or fourth time through just as much as the first.



Monday, October 20, 2008

Recess Games (Tagged by MK)

My beautiful friend Mary Kate (if you don't believe me, check out the picture on her blog: http://thevillamorfamily.blogspot.com/ ) just tagged me as follows:

1.Link to the person who tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Share 6 nonimportant things/habits/quirks about yourself.
4. Tag 6 random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
5. Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.

The Rare Dose of Random Wendy Trivia:

1.) I sleep with my feet sticking out of the covers--I can't stand sheets tucked in at the foot of the bed. Blech!

2.) My housecleaning music is Erasure, Shania Twain, and Johnny Cash. Sometimes Alanis Morrisette, too.

3.) I was named after the Beach Boys song. Really.

4.) When I was six my friend Karen and I decided to be famous writers when we grew up. My pen name was Wanda Greek.

5.) For Christmas this year Santa is bringing me power tools and a pedicure at Remedez Salon & Day Spa.

6.) I'm a fast food snob. I haven't eaten at McDonalds in over twenty years and I plan to go at least another twenty or so.

Isn't your day better for knowing these things?

I tag:

Jestina (http://salonetity.blogspot.com/)

Shanna (http://3cutekids.blogspot.com/)

Rhonda (http://rhondasrugrats.blogspot.com/)

Melissa (http://yinyanggirls.blogspot.com/)

Carole (http://pcedmanfamily.blogspot.com/)

Becky (http://mutterdrei.blogspot.com/)

Enjoy, my dears!

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Leaving the Party

http://www.heraldextra.com/content/view/283362/17/


I'm breaking my vow to never mention politics in my blog (stating that Barak Obama is hot is not political, just factual) in order to comment on the above article. Some people seem to be vewy, vewy sensitive about political 'stuff'--one of many reasons I've resisted the urge to blog about it.

I'll just say on my blog what I already told Dean on the phone: my friend, you are a man of integrity and you've got guts.

There. Political post over.

Monday, October 13, 2008

The Booby Post (yes, Betsy, the title is for you)

Today Mia tripped and fell. Reaching out, she caught herself on a part of my anatomy that, um, is not designed for such things.

I sat up and hollered, "Ouch! Mia, watch it! Don't grab the boobies!"

Mia apparently had never heard the term. Not wanting her to latch on to it and start using it indiscriminately, like in church for example, or with her teacher at daycare, I explained that it's a pretty silly word some people use for breasts, but in our family we don't say it. Yes, I am a complete hypocrite.

Mia looked down at her own chest thoughtfully. "I think I will call my breasts the 'Cinderellas.'"

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Something for Sunday


I was going through pictures on my computer and found this. It's the daughter of a friend, in the Mesa Easter Pageant a couple of years ago. When I picture Christ this is exactly how I see Him. 3 Nephi 17:21.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Tummy Trouble

Over this past week--

Mia: "Mommy, your tummy is SOOO big, it is like a trampoline for jumping on."

Mia: "Mommy, you must have been eating a LOT of sugar because your tummy is VERY big."

Mia: "Are you SURE you don't have a baby in there?" [oh, if you could only understand all of the reasons I'm so certain that's not a possibility...].

She's still alive. For now. I can't say the same for my ego, which is smooshed thin and flat, very unlike my tummy, apparently.

Sunday, October 05, 2008

Things I'm Most Thankful for Right Now:


  • finally, finally, after years and years, finding a lipstick shade that I actually like and want to wear! (Avon Beyond Color Plumping Lip Color with Retinol in Bordeaux, for any of you lip-goop junkies) Of course, now that I've discovered it, the manufacturer will probably discontinue it next month. This might finally cure me of my preference for naked lips. Or not. I'm still pretty partial to naked.

  • Christmas music!

  • children who mostly sleep through the night

  • The Wiggles, Arthur, Disney, Pixar, or anything else that buys me extra sleep on a Saturday morning

  • a bed :)

  • a four-year old who likes to hold me like a baby, snuggle me and pat my head. She's such a little mommy at heart.

  • Great thinkers and writers who challenge me to view the world--and myself--differently and in better, finer ways. Best of all, those who do so from a foundation of faith.

  • Emily, who really deserves a post all to herself, extolling her praises and expounding on her many virtues. Anyone who can stay with my kids for upwards of a week, keep them clean and fed and extremely happy, plus getting the house in better order than it was to begin with, then leave me a note thanking me for the privilege (!!!)....and then to have those four crazy kids ask when I'm leaving again so Emily can come back--well, you just can't put a price tag or adequate label on a blessing like Emily.

  • curling up on the sofa with the kiddos at the end of the day for bedtime stories

  • working with truly wonderful people--intelligent, interesting, efficient, caring, and decent colleagues makes work more than enjoyable

  • the scriptures

  • being surrounded by friends; rediscovering old friends and treasuring new ones

  • watching the sunset across the valley from the temple. It never gets old. It always feels like home.

  • having perhaps the best students yet this semester. I think I say this every semester, but this particular crop is especially delightful. I love rubbing shoulders with bright, motivated, inquisitive, thoughtful young scholars. I actually get paid for this!

  • Marina, the very best stylist in the world

  • Hummus, pita chips, chocolate chip cookies, homemade brownies, and "bubbly"! Even better, the bestest (and Betsyest--sorry, couldn't resist) friends who shared them with me

  • Fool, I'm a Woman, by Sara Evans. He he.
  • Thermacare heat wraps and ibuprofen. Don't need 'em often but when I do, nothing else will do.
  • a three year old little man who has to keep coming back for one more bedtime kiss from his 'bootiful' mommy. Am I the luckiest mama or what?

Saturday, October 04, 2008

A Prayer for the Children

In scrounging around online over the past week or so, hunting for a quote that I (still) haven't found, I came across this little treasure. I've already read it through several times and I suspect I'll keep reading it a few hundred more. For those of you who are LDS and, like me, wondered why you don't remember seeing this article, apparently it only appeared in the Liahona magazine, not the Ensign. I'm doing my part to share the good word. Here is a link to a wonderful article by Elder Jeffrey R. Holland:

http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=f318118dd536c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&locale=0&sourceId=6d2fee9ba42fe010VgnVCM100000176f620a____&hideNav=1

If the link doesn't come through you can find it through searching lds.org. It's in the May 2003 issue of Liahona magazine, titled "A Prayer for the Children," by Elder Jeffrey R. Holland. Enjoy the feast! P.S.--don't you just LOVE having living prophets and apostles who speak for God??? As the first day of General Conference draws to a close I'm feeling especially grateful for the blessings of the Restoration!

Friday, October 03, 2008

A Good Reason to Fly United Airlines More Frequently

The last leg of my flight today was hands-down the coolest, most super fun flight EVER, and this is coming from someone who isn't much of a flying enthusiast.

One word: Paul.

Paul was the flight attendant assigned to this particular flight. Paul was very funny. Paul was stationed at the rear of the plane. I was sitting in the rear of the plane. The very rear of the plane. As in, I didn't even need to really stand up and go to the bathroom; I could just shift in my seat slightly and I'd be there. IN the bathroom, not actually going to the bathroom...is this too much information? For 3+ hours we were relatively stuck back there. It could have been just another monotonous flight. Did I mention Paul was very funny?

Anyway, Paul. You've gotta love someone who begins the opening scripted pre-flight announcements by thrusting the mic at me saying, "Here, she'll finish up for me." Or offers a glass of water and says with a straight face, "We're right next to the lavatory--I can pop in and get you as much more as you'd like." (Did you know the lavatory sinks have signs that tell you not to drink that water? I didn't know that...). Or grins at me and says, "Hey, let's lock this lady in the lavatory!" and then actually does it (Who knew there were external locks on lavatory doors? I'll think twice before using an on-flight bathroom again). When I accidentally signed to him at one point he jumped into the seat next to me and began enthusiastically signing back, which was probably something like two-year olds trying to speak pig latin. On the descent he entertained us with stories of the worst drunken messes he's seen in-flight, which led to stories of his own worst drunken messes, which was almost funnier.

The best part of all: I got to hold an honest-to-goodness, real Academy Award Oscar! The real little gold statuette, which in real life isn't so little, and is so freaking heavy it could seriously take someone out. Permanently.

Long story: someone up in first class had it and our lovely flight attendant brought it back so we could ooh and aah and take pictures and 'touch' fame. Yours truly was too lazy to get my camera out of my carry-on that was safely stowed overhead, so alas--no cool pics of me holding an Oscar, in what is surely the one and only time in my life that I will ever be that close to the Academy Awards.

For you sicko minds out there, Paul is young enough to be my child (granted, if I started REALLY, really early), and there seemed to be a pretty good chance he's gay. I'm not devoting this post to him because he was a hunkaburninglove.

Did I mention Paul was funny? 3+ hours giggling on an airplane: priceless.