The House of Graham

This new app makes it easier to be more productive

2012-01-09T20:47:00.001-08:00

ie: lazier

Kate and I went down to Santa Cruz to help my mom set up an Etsy shop. The day started with a visit to the local flea market where I scored a set of old school lockers for a friend for 20 bucks! The dude had no idea what they were worth, which was apparent by his M- to the- Assive plumber's crack!
Anyway... we set up shop, had a blast and made it home in time for me to be the driver for my teenage sister in law's prank doing friends. That, my friends, is what I call a successful Friday.

p.s.- if you wake up to something large and in multiples on your lawn, it is only because you are loved.

p.p.s.- this post was written entirely on a iPod touch, next time I'll give y'all a treat and leave the auto-corrected version.

SF gem

2012-01-04T21:57:00.001-08:00

I love going to the city. I took Kate for the first time on BART (public transit) yesterday. We had a blast! We visited Britex fabrics, a four story Mecca for any seamstress. Kate and I also hit the Cheesecake Factory, Macy's (all 7 stories), the Disney store and a little stall selling the sweetest hand knit hats. Of course we got one for Kate!
It was so inexpensive! She has not taken it off since we bought it. I would like to add one point to the 'success' side of the board pleas, Vanna.

Bucket List

2012-01-04T21:48:00.001-08:00

Soooo, after many hours doing research (on Pinterest, naturally) I have formulated a bucket list:

Go see the Temple square Christmas lights in SLC

Go to a live General conference

Learn Spanish

Experience the Northern lights

Take a Backpacking trip with my family

Go Zip lining in Hawaii

Publish the children's books I've written

Finish decorating an entire house- every room!

Read the entire Old Testament

Just for ONE full day, have every single laundry item and dish in the house clean

Sing a solo at church

See Kate married in the temple

Spend a WHOLE day at the spa

Visit Norway

Visit Poland

Serve a mission

Bake a souffle

Own a new Jaguar

Give a birthday gift to every family member one year (working on that one this year)

Go on a Church history tour one Summer with my family

Own a pair of designer shoes and actually wear them

Go to the French Laundry with Jimmy

Spend one Christmas with my family serving in a third world country

Learn how to make brioche

Make a croquembouche for Christmas

Learn how to play the piano

Welcome, 2012

2012-01-02T14:34:00.001-08:00

Last year I made a resolution to mail everyone in my family a birthday card. I got as far as my brother, Jim. His birthday is January 21... ouch.
This year I chose two resolutions:

Exercise at least 4 days a week
Communicate better with my family (trying on the b-day cards again)

Wish me luck.

p.s. I should probably mail my parents' Christmas package soon...

Napa Valley Film Festival!

2011-12-10T11:16:00.000-08:00

Jimmy called me on his way home from work one day to inform me that he had won something on the radio. As a past radio prize winner, I was so excited! It’s not the prize but the winning that brings such a rush. (think: A Christmas Story movie and the leg lamp, “It’s a major award!”) So when my sweet husband shared with me what the token he’d won was, my excitement grew. Tickets to the Napa Valley Film Festival!!!

Being a passholder for this event gave us many perks… unfortunately, most of the perks were wine related. That, however, did not deter our fun. Jimmy and I planned our day of screenings like kids making a Christmas list. Many a title was crossed off for better, more shiny option. We ended up with a screening schedule like this:

9:00 am- shorts collection

1:00 pm- Among Us (a Swedish film)

4:00 pm- Becoming Santa (documentary)

7:00 pm- Hammer (narrative)

We tried to have a broad range of films, which turned out to be a wise decision. The shorts collection was inspiring, disturbing, thought provoking, interesting and funny. Each film was no longer than 20 minutes. With 20 minutes to tell a story, a writer must be precise and decisive with the plot. My favorite of the set was “Angels”. Not only did we enjoy the shorts, but all the directors and actors were at the screening Jimmy and I chose to attend. After the films, the film makers took part in a q&a with the audience. It was amazing! I even got a picture with the director/writer of my favorite short film!

After the shorts, we drove up to the Cameo cinema to see a foreign film. Our consensus:

good acting, good premise, terrible story- there was no arc and we knew the ending far before the movie was over. With actors so excellent, I felt bad that their characters were given so little room to grow. Good news is that there were plenty of concessions to keep our mind off the not so great film.

Following the foreign film, Jimmy and I attended a screening at the Napa Valley Opera House. SO AWESOME! The film was a documentary following a man that dyed his hair and beard, went to Santa school and spent a season experiencing being Santa. The film was sweet and funny. It also was so tender and poignant. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Plus, we got to do a q&a with the director. By far the best q&a!!!

Hammer was the last film we watched. AMAZING true story of a deaf wrestler that moved on to become a ultimate fighting champion. What I liked most is that each actor playing a deaf person in the movie is deaf in real life. The way the movie was written and filmed really gave me the sense of what it might be like to be deaf in a hearing world. Plus, any movie always scores bonus points for me when they do an "update" during the credits. I loved seeing what everyone from the movie is doing now.

In between all the movies, we went to Bistro Sabor- YUM! double yum! Duck tacos with orange compote and coconut mushroom clam chowder kept my rumbly tumbly soooo happy! We are planning on buying passes for next year because we had so much fun!

Halloween

2011-11-27T19:28:00.001-08:00

Well after Kate's stash of candy has been depleted (with the off-brand lingering at the bottom of the bag), I have found the time/drive to post about our holiday...

(cutest little waitress- I sewed that!!!)

Kate was invited by her best friend from school to trick-or-treat in their neighborhood. Because we are Halloween orphans this year, we jumped at the chance. The kids had a blast. We travelled all of two blocks before we were done. After weighing Kaitlin;s bag in my hand, I had determined it did not meet our candy requirements for the evening. You see, not only does Kate get dressed up to have fun and receive candy for being adorable. She must pay me for all the hard work I put in each year with a chocolate tax. Like any realistic government, I acquire the tax without the payer's notice. So, because of the small amount of Snickers in her cute little bag, Kate was persuaded to trick-or-treat just a few houses more. We high tailed it over to the most popular neighborhood as fast as my minivan could carry us. (oh yeah, we got a new car, btw) At the number one neighborhood in Napa, we walked through haunted houses and enjoyed hot chocolate. Each house was decorated to the hilt (isn't a hilt part of a sword?). Anyway, the downside of going to a 'hood that is so popular is that there are zero houses that choose to give out king sized candy bars... upside is that every house gives out candy. Thus, no skipping doors. Simple math, people- more candy. All in all it was fabulous and perhaps I can talk Kate into being Amelia Earhart next year. I'll let you know how that goes...

Someday blogger will let me post pictures. Today is not that day.

2011-10-04T08:27:00.000-07:00

Lately, I have really held back from all things computer. My blogging, facebook updates and tweets have been pretty slow. Which, in some cases, causes out of town family to wonder what's going on with me.
Well, here it is family: I am really happy, busy and crazy as always.

I have been found wiggling my way out of self induced pickles and cooking up a storm. The events just keep coming and Kaitlin is doing awesome. Jimmy and I spent our 10 year anniversary in southern California. Despite what many might think, our visit to the San Diego temple was better than any of the other fun things (including Disney and Jim Gaffigan!) we did. The sweet spirit and amazing experiences we had there were beyond compare.

I have the best! news! ever!- Kate learned how to play Settlers of Catan! I am a proud Mama. Jimmy is less than happy that we can now play the game without inviting guests to our house.

Because of the lack of computer involvement, I have been able to concentrate on the things I deem most important: working in Kate's classroom every week, participating in Relief Society and studying scriptures (too bad housework is not on that list...). I just wish I remembered to write in my journal more often! I was using this here blog as a little bit of a journal, but some thoughts and experiences are too personal to share. I will share this, because I have been consciously striving to listen to promptings of the Spirit, I have been blessed more than I deserve with opportunities to serve. Everyday I am astonished by the tender moments that have been placed in my path. It makes me sad that I don't always try my best.

I have been toying with big dreams as of late. There are so many things I want to accomplish in this life. I am hoping that at least one will come to fruition. I need to get back into marketing, because the ideas just keep coming! The $ and hard work to fuel the dream, not so much. Some day, some day....

Well family, consider this update a notch on the positive. I love you all!

What a fabulous weekend!!!*

2011-09-11T22:33:00.000-07:00

For her 8th birthday, Kaitlin wanted nothing more than to get baptized on that day. She is a very fortunate girl in that, not only did she get baptized on September 3rd- but so much of the family was there to support and celebrate!

We started out the weekend with a burrito feast and catching up. Then a HUGE breakfast, a trip to the Farmer's market, the OxBow public market (with the oh-so-fabulous spice shop), Fuller park and off to the church. We then participated in the baptism and celebrated at Filippi's for dinner. That night we played games, blew up multiple air mattresses and just enjoyed each other. Then, on Sunday morning we filled a whole church pew and spent the day eating leftovers and hiking. On Monday, Kate got her ears pierced (while SO MANY family members watched. The girls piercing Kate's ears said they'd never seen such a large crowd for an ear piercing.) We also went to Buckhorn and the local monastery. The night was finished off with a FHE at Bishop Wagner's house and some seriously yummy foods. Oh yeah, then we had an all girls' night to pop on over and see The Help. If there weren't enough activities to make your head spin, I shall add some more! A breakfast visit to Bouchon occured as well as tromping around the Vintage 1870 Pavillion in Yountville. The final stop for our guests was Dean & Deluca to drool over $10 chocolate bars (We only drooled, did not purchase... too bad for the sucker that bought the bar with our drool on it)

On the eventful final day of family visiting, we also got a brand new car and took Jimmy to the ER. (It's a van-name to be determined- and Jimmy is fine... mostly a bruised ego) What a whirlwind of a time! We LOVED every minute of it!

* I sincerely apologizefor lack of pictures- blogger will not allow me to post them right now- blerg.

So much to say

2011-08-30T09:26:00.000-07:00

...but barely the internet to share it! I feel like our whole married life, we have always had a plague of things not working. There have been months without internet, phone service, cell phone service, power, water- we pay our bills! I just feel like we've got the short of the stick on having things work out for us.
I do have to admit I would much rather go without little things than have to deal with a huge trial all at once. As of late, however, the little trial we've been dealing with has really turned pretty big.

For those of you who don't already know, our poor car, Giuseppe died in the desert. "How?", you ask? Well folks, buckle up for a bumpy ride!

Kaitlin and I spent a glorious time in Lake Tahoe and Yellowstone with our family. Jimmy couldn't make it because of school and work. Driving to Utah on my own is not new. I actually prefer it because I get to pick out all the music. As we were making the long trek back to California, I was getting really excited with the time I was making. Kaitlin was being so good and I only had one more stop to make for gas. Yay! Golden state, here we come!!! (We are the golden state, right? Sunshine? Goodness, this is terrible)
Just as I was pulling of the highway to get gas, the car's engine light turned on and the car turned off... within two seconds (or less!). I had to pop the car into neutral and push it off to the side of the road. Now, I am a pretty brave girl- excluding my encounter with spiders- but I got scared for a few reasons.
1) It was just me and Kate
2) It was high noon with no shade in sight
3) The only landmarks were abandoned buildings
4) Iwasinthedesertallbymyself!!!!

The first thing I did after the initial panic attack was to pray. Then in short succession: called Jimmy, called parents, called roadside assistance.
Roadside assistance has a slight problem assisting when there are no landmarks. "Dilapidated building" does not pop up on their monitor. After much back and forth, the lady on the phone informed me that the closest tow truck was four hours away. FOUR HOURS!!! Ahhhh! Luckily, my sweet sister-in-law packed us a bag of snacks and we had just happened to buy board games in Utah. So, Kaitlin and I played games (with our seat belts on, thank you very much) and ate. In all other circumstances, I would be thrilled to spend four hours doing just that. But, I was stuck in the freaking desert!!!!
*I will have you know that in this entire situation, all panic attacks and freak outs occurred in my head. As far as Kaitlin was concerned, this was all a big, fun adventure. More on my total break down in a minute.*
Anyway, back to my demise... the tow truck driver showed up and hooked up my poor car. Little did I know before then that he was the one to pick me up because of the ample seat belts in his cab. Well, we climbed into the seat belted and air conditioned (hallelujah!) truck cab only to discover that there was only one working seat belt. Kaitlin being the youngest and cutest, of course got dibs on the safety device. I am sure that my mumbling something like, "drive safely", to the driver did not express all that was going through my head... the thoughts like, if I have to die now, why couldn't have been trekking to find water for my parched daughter by digging a hole and getting bitten by a rattle snake?! Or possibly, Kaitlin could not possibly losing her mother this far from home! She would have to hitchhike back to California through all the casinos and rest stops on the way. I don't think my life insurance would cover all her therapy...
Optimism is usually my strong point, but right now the glass was looking bone dry- from being stranded in the desert!
Another two hour ride took us to the nearest place with the ability to check out the car. In Sparks, Nevada, Kate and I were dropped off at a mechanic shop with quite possibly the two cutest mechanics I have ever seen. Well, maybe... I don't know it might have been a mirage from being in the deser.... Alright, alright, I will stop with desert references.

We were informed that the car was fixable for a fee double than what the car was worth (niiice!) and had decided to camp out in Sparks until we could figure something out. I called our amazing Bishop, who also happens to own a car dealership, looking for advice. By now, my resistance to falling apart was wearing thin- but everything was being held together. Because, really, who wants to have an ugly break down right in front of two cute mechanics? "Not I." said the pig.
So, after much finagling and multiple calls to multiple people, the solution was this: Kate and I would sleep in Sparks, our blessed home teacher would drive with Jimmy in the morning to come get us and tow the car home on his huge truck. Ahhh, relief! This solution seemed to be an answer to prayers.

After spending so much time at the mechanics shop, it was time I bid the fellas adieu. Except that we had been there so long that the shift change replaced our young cute mechanics with a couple more seasoned mechanics. I asked if there was a hotel near by. They gave me the name of a very respectful establishment, I'm sure.

We were picked up my the hotel's shuttle and carted off to our next drop off. As Kailtin and I approached the gated (and barbed wire) parking lot, my resolve had started to crumble. It had been 9 hours since my car broke down and I could feel all the emotion I had worked so hard to suppress bubble up to the surface. But, I would be okay... I would be okay.
It was upon having to walk my daughter into a casino to register for a room that I really started to lose it. I smiled and explained my story to multiple people that kept exclaiming, "Wow! I can't believe you're still smiling! Good Luck!" until we found the right desk to register at.
Armed with a room key and the little snack bag that was running dangerously low, we headed toward our room.
My clipped gait, I am sure clued Kaitlin into the way I was feeling, rather than the fake smile plastered on my face. Her little face started to reflect the fear, unsurety and exhaustion I was feeling. We made it without a single tear to the room. But, once I opened the door and saw the zebra carpet, it was all over. I lost it. In every glance, I took in more of this scary place. The chipped black lacquered night stand. The multiple deadbolts. The peeling wall paper. With each scene, my outlook was more grim. For every moment I had suppressed a negative feeling, a rumbling sob would burst out. The hardest part was seeing sweet Kaitlin's face crumple. I think there is nothing worse for a parent, than to see a child's composure melt from off their face.

Once we (sort of) pulled it together, Kaitlin and I walked a few blocks to a diner to eat. It had been a really long time since we ate and there was no way I would take my sweet little girl through the casino again to eat something. Maybe that would have been the better alternative, seeing as we passed two drunkards and a very questionable man that kept following us. Luckily, we made it safely to and from dinner.

We slept fitfully and spent most of the night talking to daddy on the phone. I checked the four dead bolts more times than I remember. But all in all, we made it home with little more than a few tears. I am grateful that even though bad things happened, they happened in the best possible way and I am keenly aware of the fact that we were constantly being protected by our Father in Heaven. It was terrifying, yes, but without the Holy Ghost, I am sure the story would have been so different.

Now I would like to tell you that the experience of being stranded in a scary place with only dirty sheets and cheap cable as my comfort was the most difficult part of the whole situation. 'Twas not my friends, 'twas not.
The hardest part has been dealing with one car for a few months. Everyday, I feel like things get more hectic and I have reached my breaking point. Every time something new decides not work (like my ultimate and best blender ever within two days of the grill), I think I can't make it another minute. Each time the money we have set aside for something frivolous goes to something necessary, the bleakness almost overtakes me. But it doesn't. We move on. We laugh. We enjoy what we have. And I look forward with faith to meet all my deserts in life with the courage to get through. And with seat belts. Always seat belts.

Finally a Yellowstone Post!

2011-07-26T23:10:00.001-07:00

As with most Summers, we have a had a crazy, busy and fun Summer this year! The season started out with a trip to Gualala for girls' camp, Tahoe, on to Utah, Yellowstone and the beach house... and we're just getting started! Here are some fabulous pictures taken by my brothers of the beauty that is Yellowstone.

Look how gorgeous!

I think it should be a requirement for every

American to go to Yellowstone at least once.

Gunnar and the Geyser!

As you can tell... it's been good.

the weather lately?!?!

2011-06-01T13:37:00.000-07:00

It is June and we drove home from school through hail...

it is JUNE!!!!

True Love

2011-05-31T15:15:00.000-07:00

You know it's the real deal when Jimmy says, "How do you have such big bags under your eyes when you've slept for ten hours?" ... and I didn't beat him up.

p.s.- we had a great time at the beach house this weekend. Mostly because there was nary an alarm clock in sight. I slept in bed. I slept on the couch. I slept on the beach. I slept in the car. I may have even fallen asleep on a roller coaster... oh wait! that was Jimmy. I don't know what else I did all weekend, but I chalk that vacation up to a success because of the sleep. Cheers to another week of seminary!

Beach or Bust

2011-05-26T09:04:00.000-07:00

CANNOT WAIT to get to the beach today!

I'll have a smattering of pictures to taunt you with when we return.

Yay, Bacon!

2011-05-25T09:18:00.000-07:00

What was the first step to planning the best tenth anniversary ever?! Why buying tickets to see Jim Gaffigan, of course. Here's a refresher for those that have not had the pleasure to enjoy:

Also on the docket for the week: Disneyland, Hearst Castle, San Diego Temple, somewhere else as equally awesome. We had toyed with the idea of Europe, a cruise, a jungle in Mexico... but the moment I saw J.G. tickets up for sale in southern California on our anniversary weekend, I took it as a sign from the heavens. We quote that man everyday, maybe that's why we've been married this long. Just think of the tickets as insurance.

That girl...

2011-05-24T22:37:00.000-07:00

Kaitlin was talking just as she normally does every night... NON-STOP. Usually as she follows me around the house rambling on, I can handle it. Today, not so much. I just had a headache and needed an ounce of peace and quiet. As she was around the corner I was mouthing the words to Jimmy, "She has been talking like this all day!"

Kate rounded the corner and caught me at the end of that statement and looked hurt. She looked right at me and said, "You know the golden rule? Treat others as you would want to be treated? Yeah, I'm not feelin' that right about now." Jimmy and I could not control our laughter at that little sassy girl. She cracks me up- mostly because she talks so much.

p.s. for the benefit of mi familia, I have Jimmy editing a video of Kaitlin's excercise routine (headband and all)- you'll love it. Please wait anxiously to laugh hysterically.

Retraction

2011-05-23T23:41:00.000-07:00

I have not gone to seminary in awhile due to HUGE event and missionaries begging to teach....

I miss those kids so much!

This is not me

2011-05-10T21:36:00.000-07:00

My sister, Beth and I have always had a blast together! Goofy, silly girls. We used to have fun sleepovers in each other's room and giggle late into the night. When she finished high school, Jimmy and I invited her to stay with us for part of the Summer. Prior to Beth's visit, I was busy rushing around making sure the house was perfect and stressing about silly things that I am sure she didn't care about all while dreaming of all the fun and laughs we would share. What I did not take into account was that I was the mother of a toddler. Those years were rough for me. Not my best. In fact, everyday I was convinced further that I was the worst mother in the whole world and I would never amount to anything. I was so sure that I would never have serious conversations with my sweet girl and my time would be occupied by frustration, cleaning and yelling. I did not like who I was. This was not the Stephanie everyone was used to. No carefree giggles or silly jokes. No last minute adventures to the movies on a Wednesday in my pjs.
So, when Beth came to visit, I was the stressed and uptight gal that she had never met. I am pretty sure she did not have that great of a time. Which is understandable- she was visiting a stranger.

I thought I was doomed to this lifestyle. Not so.

Once Kaitlin started school, I became the mother I had always dreamed I'd be (only on the best days, anyway). Things became fun again. I could talk to her and reason with that girl... finally! Many people say that you will miss the days when they were toddlers. I am sad to say that I have never been wistful about having a toddler again.

Well friends, I am in the midst of a character changing time. I have been less fun. I have been less positive. I find myself stressed, frustrated and out of sorts. Essentially, I have a toddler again. That toddler's name is Seminary. It robs me of sleep and sanity. It is at my bedside waking me up every morning with a day of let downs. I have some amazing students that are so willing to participate... if only their peers didn't make fun of them for doing so. Every single day I bring a lesson and (and tons of hope) that took all night to accomplish. It is squashed by the end of class. I know this trial is meant for me right now, but sometimes it is too hard to bear. I love every kid in that class. Maybe that's why things are so difficult. I want them to be successful and feel the spirit. I want them to reach their full potential. Gosh, it 's like wanting the toddler, Kaitlin, to have an in depth conversation with me.

I know I will be grateful that I finished out the year, but I wonder if I will never miss it- just like with Kate's toddler years. As sad and totally depressing as it sounds, it is the truth. I do not love Kaitlin any less because of the frustration I felt when she was younger. In fact, I think I appreciate her now much better because of my difficulty from years ago.

I just want my family who reads this post to understand why I may have been less myself than usual. Why I totally forgot to call them on the birthdays (and graduations)... why I am a total space cadet (more than normal). Every spare minute I have is spent on a lesson of some sort for the kids who could not care less that I am even there. And the reason I continue to plan lessons and go to seminary is because I love the Lord and I want to be obedient. I know the blessings come after the trial of your faith, but gosh, sometimes that stinks.

Trip to Fantasy Land

2011-05-08T22:36:00.000-07:00

I like to visit often... in fact, I think I actually live in Fantasy Land and just visit reality occasionally. My recent excursion consisted of paint and grandiose plans of a modern, chic and fabulous living room make over. Ha. Ha. Ha.
This was the plan:
Entry way- red orange with retro hand painted wallpaper.
Charcoal gray living room.
White couches with navy blue and orange vintage accent pillows.
In theory, FABULOUS. (in my case, theory=Fantasy Land).
Off to Home Depot to buy paint, yay!!! I settled on an orange paint called "Koi". As in, bright orange fish found in the lobby of a hotel (or in my case, hotel lobby= the front courtyard of the neighbor's house I ran away to in elementary school because I believed they had Halloween candy. In July. Yes, I asked for it. No, they didn't have any)
With the jar of tester paint in hand, I attacked our walls. Patches of orange went up everywhere, in every light imaginable. And in every light imaginable, the paint looked like a bright orange fish. With my pride still intact, I returned to Home Depot for different hues of orange blaming the brightness of the previous paint on the lighting in the store. Armed with two other choices, I come home to paint the remaining patches of wall with less offensive orange. This is the part of the story where you shake you head at the heroine and wonder, "why in the world..."
But, I was determined to fulfill my dream living room. It was only after much trial and error that I realized how unrealistic having this "ultra hip" concoction of a living room would really be.
It was then that the heroine realized a super cozy, luxurious picture of a living room in one of the many Martha Stewart publications involved in this desire/need/obsession to change our largest living space. Luckily for me, this new plan does not involve white couches (we have a dog! and a kid!), but it does involve purple... may this new jaunt to Fantasy Land be fruitful. I promise, I'll bring a back a souvenir...

True Example

2011-05-02T10:39:00.000-07:00

Normally, posting brags about the offspring make me gag.
Not the "my little boy did great" stuff but the, "isn't little Johnny so a-MAZ-ing?! In fact, so much better than your kid. It sure does help that my camera is better so he even looks cuter... blah, blah, blah" I usually try to keep my bragging to a minimum. But when I truly am pleased with my sweet girl, I like to post it so I can read back on days when I would like to sell aforementioned little lady. So, without anymore more excuses/explanations, I would like to share something that touched my heart yesterday.

We were reading scriptures together when a verse was read about the product of all the wars. In Alma, there is a part of the story that explains the amount of carnage by portraying the still living having the necessity to dispose the deceased into the river so there was room to walk. It was a very graphic picture in my mind. I made mention of this fact. Something to the effect of, "Ewwww! That's so gross!!! I can't believe there were so many people killed that they had to dump bodies into the river!" Kaitlin's face was priceless. She did not say anything right at that moment to me. I could see the cogs working in her head but no words escaped her lips. In fact, we had read a few more verses before that little girl climbed down from her perch next to daddy to stand directly in front of me. When we paused to hear her speak, Kate looked very somberly at me and said, "Mommy, how would you feel if you died and someone said, 'Ewww! Gross!'? Don't you think it might hurt your feelings to be talked about like that? I think it's important for us to respect those people, mom. "
I was stunned. Definitely not expecting that one. Kaitlin continued to talk me in a serious but loving manner. When my chastening was done, our family continued reading and Kaitlin went to bed. While that girl was sleeping, I kept thinking back to her speech. Her mannerisms. The way she looked at me, and came to this realization: She was talking to me in a way that I sometimes talk to her. Don't get me wrong, I do my fair share of yelling (even when I used to utter these words pre-motherhood, "I won't be a yeller"). I have moments of weakness that make me embarrassed. But to see Kaitlin take something good from our talks together made me rejoice in a way that is hard to explain in words.
It was only a small moment that lasted for a very small time. However, this moment took years of prayer, hope, restraint and love to accumulate. For her to follow in my sometimes steady example was a burst of sunlight in this dreary world. For that short time, I felt like I was residing in a literal heaven on earth. Because of Kaitlin's kindness and sympathy towards me, I was able to see how important it is to react in a kind way towards things our daughter does that I might think are utterly inappropriate.
I remember long ago hearing a mother bear her testimony in church. She spoke of the love that she had for her children. Because my mother was not living with us (across the country, in fact) at the time, my ears perked up to hear the tender words of this sweet mother. Among other things I'm sure, the only thing I remember distinctly was this, "I admire my children. They have so much more strength and faith than I do. They are such good examples to me." It was very hard for me to comprehend how someone I felt so faithful and strong could feel this way about her children. I now get it. I understand.
What gratitude I have that Heavenly Father saw it fit for me to have a child. Even if only one child is what he reserved for me, I am grateful that he saved me a truly special one. I hope that I will be able to look back on this moment and feel the same awe as I did at the time it occurred. What a true miracle the true gospel of Jesus Christ is. That I can strive to be a good parent in the midst of such scary times. That I can follow the example of the Savior and learn true parenting from a Father in Heaven that is the exemplar in parenting. How grateful I am for the mercy he shows me. I hope that Kaitlin will someday be able to look into her children's eyes and feel the same wonder I do at the child being a true example to the parent.

My Royal Date

2011-04-30T12:02:00.000-07:00

Yes. I am your dork friend that got a substitute for seminary, set her alarm and went to a live showing of the Royal Wedding at the Cameo Cinema in St. Helena. I met Sydney, one just as entranced with sparkles, baubles and the like to view the nuptials. We each wore appropriate attire for the event (Sydney: feathers, Me: pillbox hat and gloves). The theater was packed! Highlights:

Quiche from CIA Greystone that was so delicious, I begged for the recipe. I'll let you know if I ever get that. I will not hold my breath.

Wedding Cake (also soooo delicious!) We each ate three pieces... one in public, two snuck out of the lobbby and plopped on to current plates trying to hide the evidence of multiple plates.

Giggling, sighing and swooning at all the right times.

I LOVE the picture below! They look so in love. I am so happy about her dress- sleeves will be coming back into style! Hooray! She also wore a very tasteful reception dress with a sweater. Modest is hottest! Funny story of the night/freaking early morning: Sydney and I had out ongoing commentary while photograpers snapped pictures of us like paparazzi. One of the many subjects- the princesses sitting behind the queen during the ceremony. At the time, we had no knowledge that the young ladies were princesses, so Sydney and I had come to this conclusion: they were there to make the queen look good. In fact, we gave them the nicknames The Royal Uglies. Not because they were ugly (by no means, actually both have great bone structure. And the shoes are FABULOUS) But, why in the world would two young beautiful women choose to dress like this?!:

Because we had coined the term "The Uglies" between us in jest, pointing at the screen and shouting that specific term very loudly in a moment later in time proved to be rather embarassing. Because everyone at the theater was in the same ridiculous boat as us, the embarassment only lasted a short time. Really, how could you be miffed by a captive audience full of multicolred jim jams and obnoxious hats?!

All in all, good night, great time, lots of laughs and we landed a picture in the paper!

Curse of the auction...

2011-03-14T23:10:00.000-07:00

As part of the many things I've signed up for... being the chair of the auction committee is one of them. I don't what it is about this auction, but I will list for you the things that have happened to me or my co-chair, Nancy, since our assent to take over the throne (s):

I fell, injuring my knee, resulting in crutches for four months
Nancy's daughter broke her leg with the necessity of a hip to ankle cast and a wheelchair
I broke a tooth with lots of heavy dental work to follow
Nancy's husband got a terrible flu bug three times in one month
Kaitlin was sent home from school on the brink of an ER visit with a ridiculously high fever
Jimmy's Grandmother passed away
The car breaks went out the same day as the oil filter... lots of squealing tires and burning oil smell. We all know noise or smell = $ in car speak
I lost my precious iPod
Nancy got stuck in New York because of a heavy snowstorm for almost a week
I am breaking out in a mysterious and severely itchy rash that started on the palms of my hands and has now spread to the rest of my body

And yesterday? Well, friends let me tell you a story...

I stayed home from church because I was feeling burned out and on the verge of ill (Kate was sick, too) when Nancy called me at 10:30am. I answered the phone only to hear a terrible, earsplitting high pitched squeal from my phone. Because of the noise, Nancy and I decided to hang up so I could return the call on my cell phone.

Two problems with this solution. One, my cell phone does not work at our house and the second, Jimmy had the car with my cell phone (and purse) in it. So, being the resourceful lady that I am, I stood on a chair and used Jimmy's phone to call back. We had many conversations that started with salutations and never got to the meat and potatoes because of bad reception.

Poor Kaitlin was pulled out of bed to the tune of, "we have to go right now! It's important!" So important, that I was wearing this: unwashed hair piled on top of my head, sweatpants, mismatched hoodie, flip flops and no bra. Now, I know that image is stuck in your mind- have fun with it.

Kaitlin looked like a mini-Stephanie with her hair also askew and jim jams on her little body. Because I was only driving down the hill to talk, there was no need to change... right? Haahaa, that was laughable of me, huh? When I was having the conversation with Nancy, Jimmy's phone kept beeping at me. Now, I know what my cell phone is trying to tell me when it beeps. Apparently, Jimmy's speaks the same language. It was cell phone talk for, "I'm about to die, I'm about to die, I'm abou-" silence. Nice. And so on to the in-laws to use the land line. Fortunately for me, I did not get pulled over, because how I would explain my predicament?! I am sure that once I started with, "My grandma died and I went to the funeral yesterday and then I was so tired, Jimmy took the car and I have the auction, and I, I'm sorry about my hair, hopefully I don't smell too bad, I usually dress my child before leaving the house..." and so on and so forth. Good thing the curse of the auction hasn't spread to moving violations. I'll keep you posted how that works out.

Until then, heed my sage advice for mothers embarking on school aged parenthood: never show up to a meeting and send treats in when asked- that's it.

Fidelity

2011-03-05T21:04:00.000-08:00

I am cheating on blogger with facebook... but don't tell facebook that I've been flirting with twitter and just winked at formspring. I am telling you- between all these forms of networking, someone is bound to get sick of me. Although, judging by my recent lack of posts, it's not you. BUT... if you want the opportunity to find out (nearly) anything about me,

just ask on formspring.

You can't take me anywhere....

2011-02-08T07:48:00.001-08:00

Goodness Gracious! My Stephanitus* is returning with a vengance... and mutation. Just last week I drove Jimmy's car car to go grocery shopping and it beat me up. I swear, if I didn't give it the evil eye, yours truly would be stuck at the bottom of SF bay with cement shoes. Instead of the offending footwear, I came home with a bruise on my arm that was just begging for a, "he pushed me down the stairs" comment. As sick as my sense of humor is sometimes, I did not have the guts to do that.

While at a regional camp meeting with the girls, I gave into the hankering for a starburst (fruit punch flavored, you understand) and came out of the equation with a broken tooth. Niiice. Fortunately for my friends, the broken tooth made it difficult for talking because it just kept scratching my tongue. I bet they've never heard me be such a good listener before.
So, after a long and painful dentist visit, I find out that I will be getting a gold crown... haahaa! Who's car is gonna bully me now with my new grill?!

*Stephanitus- the tendency to hit your elbow on everything. I was given this diagnosis in high school by dear brother, Jimboette.

Slacker

2011-02-04T19:58:00.001-08:00

Looks like I need to start folding some laundry...

Good thing Jimmy is not a politician

2011-01-29T16:41:00.000-08:00

That boy has so many "...uh..." moments. Example?

After helping me unload groceries and making note of what I bought: "You got meat and potatoes... it's Stephanie's perfect trifecta!...uh...if you add another thing."

When driving him home from a hard day at work once: "Ahhh.... no more work, no more school, more more teachers' dirty loo...uh.... no more books..."

I just love how he trails off! It reminds me of Tommy Boy (you're the one with the shell on it...) because it takes him longer than anyone else to realize he's got it all wrong. We laugh so hard at Jimmy's little cliche slip-ups. In our household, it's usually Jimmy's flubs that become the new cliche. You know, everything is just "so good, so far..." On the clip below, please note 0:32 & 1:54... that's Jimmy.

Excuses, excuses...

2011-01-24T21:27:00.000-08:00

I am getting kind of sick of those chicks topping my blog from the last post, so I suppose I'll write something...
There is so much going on in our lives right now.
Chair of school fundraiser with $50,000 budget- check!
Jimmy going to school full time- of course!
Teaching seminary every morning- you've got it!
Make dinner, treat, costume, diorama- I'll see your diorama and raise you a solar system!

Needless to say, my house is in shambles, I'm losing my brain (and my iPod... sad, I know.), and I only see my husband over leftovers or pasta-roni, but I am truly happy. When there is so much to be done it is really difficult to complain. I still have plenty of time to gossip, though.

So, even though we are facing such demanding schedules- I wouldn't have it any other way.

p.s. I just want to let you all know that my writing has not only been scant in blogging, but in facebook statuses as well. It seems that Twitter has been my media of choice. I can be snarky as I please because my (one-literally) follower doesn't judge me...
Here's a sampling:

Judging by the tailored ads on hulu, I watch tv shows made for a 16 yr old girl...
Only half way through X-mad vacation... anyone want a 7 yr old?
X-mas... I suppose that was a Freudian slip.
Yes, I'm doing it. Going out in public, on a weekday wearing bright red lipstick. Go ahead, say it: "oh, you rebel, you..."
rule#1 in my car: DO NOT change the radio if a Beatles song is on... unless you would like to go home with a stump for a hand.
Am I going on the naughty list for wanting to skip the elementary school performance today?
It's going to be a bad day... my seminary kids can attest to that. Make a wide berth for USS Stephanie today- for the good of life and limb.
What kind of person texts while riding a bike?! Oh yeah, the idiot kind...
Seminary kids were a tad snarky today... it pains me to teach kids so much like me.

Papa's got a brand new Caddy

2011-01-13T23:30:00.000-08:00

Poor Estelle didn't stand a chance against this young buck:

Fortunately, we bought ours without the chicks. Although the new Cadillac is a womanizer, I wouldn't stand for those two under our roof- or the moon roof in the car. (Nice segway, no?) I am excited for Jimmy to FINALLY have a nice car... not like any of the crap wagons he's had to drive in the past.
We are still debating what to name the newcomer to our family. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.

Goodbye to an OLD friend

2010-12-29T12:32:00.000-08:00

Jimmy and I took our old car, Estelle, to the pick n' pull yesterday.
Poor old lady barely made it! Just a block, ONE block, away from the junk yard, the car wheezed her last breath... and then, a surprise! She kicked back into to gear to roll into the lot. When Jimmy parked the old mare, I swear, she muttered a curse as her last words. Upon entering the office, I knew we would have to maybe take less $ because poor Estelle would not perform. After doing all the paper work, the worker asked us to drive up to the office for inspection. Yikes! We went to go start the car... the engine would not turn over. I would just like to inform you that it was pouring rain during this whole tale (just so you could understand my suffering).
I walked very slowly back to the office in hopes that the engine would cool down enough to start. I peeked my head into the office and told the clerk we just had to, "empty out the trash".

The "trash" was minuscule pieces of paper and invisible dust to buy more time.
Jimmy took.his.time.
I sat in my car playing with my new iPod.
Finally, Estelle grunted into starting and Jimmy drove her the few feet to the designated inspection spot. The clerk came out and drew all over the car. Poor Estelle had never had a tattoo before, but she is feisty enough to pull it off. The office cut us a check and sent us on our merry way. In fear of the pick n' pull chasing us down to take back the check, we peeled out of the parking lot at near warp speed. So quickly, in fact, that we didn't get to say our sweet goodbyes to a car that served us well. So in hopes of redeeming my poor behavior, I write this post to honor sweet Estelle.
May she rest in peace.

Santa was good to me

2010-12-27T22:56:00.000-08:00

Even if he was a few days late and masked himself as my bank...

Look what I got as a gift from my bank today!:

an iPod touch!!!

I bet you wish you were me right about now.

An unexpected Up

2010-12-20T23:47:00.001-08:00

Tonight while I was finishing up a scarf I was crocheting for my niece, Kaitlin came in the room inquiring to what I was doing. I showed her the scarf and made mention of the fact that I was using leftover yarn from a blanket I had started making when I found out we were expecting her. The reason I never gave Kaitlin this blanket was because I made the first row so long that is was HUGE. I have just never gotten around to making it smaller. It was nice to take it out and wrap it around my sweet girl four times (I told you it was huge) and tell her all about why I made the blanket in the first place. I told Kaitlin of what I thought about when I was working on the blanket- how we would someday sing together and read together. That I would take her to school and piano lessons. I went on and on about the fantasies I had while preparing for her to join our family. What happened next was so precious and unexpected. My darling Kaitlin turned around with big tears in her eyes and said, "I didn't know you loved me that much back then." As I pulled her into a large hug, she just kept saying, "I love you, too!" and smothering me with kisses.What a surprise! I could not get over how touched she was by something so simple to me. It was sweet affirmation that what may seem like small moments are really the ones that are most important.

Now the true miracle? ... if I can remember this the next time she drives me IN-SANE. Parenting has it's ups and downs... the ups are so worth the downs.

April would be proud

2010-12-15T14:44:00.000-08:00

I was out shopping at the local thrift store.

I have been looking for a couch with good bones to practice reupholstering on...

along came this beauty!

I love it! I talked the price down from $40 to $10.

Normally I am so non-confrontational, but bartering was fun.

Happy Christmas to me!

Sadly,

2010-12-14T09:03:00.000-08:00

we did not make the cut for the Food Network audition. I wouldn't have it any other way, though. I would much rather be myself and not be selected than to be someone else and make it. Regardless of the outcome, it was a fulfilling, exciting and special experience for me. Thanks, April for coming with me and being so awesome!

Good news is this:
Because we still have a great idea that is unused, we would like to pass it on to you. We will be opening the restaurant "Twig" for one night in January or February. Tickets will be available for purchase that will cover a three course menu. If you are interested in being a part of this fun night, let me know- you can be on our VIP guest list!

We could be stars!

2010-12-11T10:54:00.000-08:00

We did it! April and I tried out for a reality show yesterday!!!

Hence, the poll on the sidebar.

The show is called 24 hr Restaurant Battle on the Food Network. If we get on the show, I would do the cooking, April would do the decorating... folks, how could we not win?!

Here's a rundown of the day:

4:15am: wake up and drag Jimmy & Kaitlin to my MIL's to sleep while I teach Seminary. (the life of one car is green, but sometimes inconvenient)

5:50am-6:40am: Teach Seminary and beg kids to pray for me during the day. May have said at one point, "I know you guys may surprised that a fat chick would try to get on tv, but I am the funny fat one... and what would Goonies be without Chunk?!"

6:45am-7:30: Get Kate ready for school and send her off with a fat kiss. Start to get beautified, only to realize that I left my underpants at home... had to squeeze into my mother-in-law's panties. She is half my size. Cue scary mental picture and ashamed laughter.

8:23: freak out and threaten to pee my all too tight underpants.

8:26: hop in April's car for a fun and nervous ride into the city.

10:15: arrive at hotel and get into line behind (only 2!!!) other groups. I neglected to see the holding room that everyone was waiting in. The holding room was filled with lots of black/suit clad contestants. April and I were the only ones wearing any color (go yellow!)

11:15: got called in to the interview...

11:16-11:19: talked with the casting agent about how awesome (and humble, of course) we really are. Made an impression, I think. She fawned over April's handmade jewelry and loved our yellow. We answered questions about why, how and if we could compete on the show. At one point the interviewer asked April how much experience she had in the restaurant biz and April replied, "None." The interviewer did a double take and April's sparkle in the eye led to, "...but I know I would be good at it!" It was perfect comedic timing. I felt like the banter we had was like a well written play. We came in with a smile a left with a giggle. We were all us.

The rest of the day: floated on a cloud through the Mission district, thrift shop, BiRite Creamery, Marshall's and (my mother ship) Ross.

I am so happy with how it went. I have no regrets over anything I said or did (except for forgetting my underwear... who knows maybe too small panties are lucky). I truly felt the support of everyone that thought of us during the day... thanks all!

p.s.- I will update if we get a call back. Expect lots of exclamation marks...

Campaigning...

2010-11-30T10:36:00.000-08:00

For reasons I will share with you all later in what promises to be a great post...

I would love for you to vote on the poll on this here blog. The deadline is next week, where I will reveal why it's there. You may now take the time to go ahead and sit on the edge of your seat.

Thinking it's about time to post Halloween pictures...

2010-11-29T12:49:00.000-08:00

I know, I know, it's almost Christmas...Dude, don't judge.

Little Red Riding Hood!

Detailed photo:
and a cheesetastic one:

Unfortunately, there are no pictures of Jimmy dressed up as Teen Wolf and me as Granny. That's only because my idea never came to fruition on account of tempermental husband and shrieking to 'leave now!' daughter. Maybe we'll have matching costumes next year.

"Maybe" as in:
kid: "Mom can I have Timmy over for dinner tonight?"
mom: looks in the fridge to find three eggs and a wilted bag of lettuce "Maybe..."

p.s.- I HATE blogger right now... it's not letting me load my huge smatter of pictures.

A little bit of gratitude... just in time for Thanksgiving

2010-11-09T17:16:00.000-08:00

After being on crutches for so long, it has been really frustrating. I do have to admit that I have been pleasantly surprised with the specturm of people out there. Sometimes (yesterday), I will be going into a store and the person directly in front of me will neglect to hold the door open and it will slam in my face. Then I struggle to reach the handle while still holding the crutches in the crook of my arm... interesting picture, I'm sure. But then, almost immediately following a person's total disregard an onlooker will give the manner-less a dirty look and run to hold open the door.

It's pretty funny to see different people's reaction to the crutches. Some people ignore, others stare (mostly kids), even a few observers have a look of pity. Today, I had a truly touching experience. Kaitlin and I went to WalMart to buy some holiday supplies. Kaitlin pushed the cart down the aisles, zig zagging her way through crowds and bumping into more than a few fellow customers. After my patience and budget had run out (both very thin) I stood in line just thinking about the difficulty in which I would have trying to get everything up on the conveyor belt. Literally, just as I was thinking that thought, the woman in front of me just started unloading my cart for me. The gratitude in my heart was bigger than it's capacity, I'm sure! What touched me so, was that the sweet woman did me a favor unbidden, with a smile and so selflessly. I thanked her profusely.

Being on crutches has been a pain at times, but being able to experience small acts of kindness has been a true gift.

I believe in signs...

2010-11-04T00:39:00.000-07:00

especially when there are four succesive signs working in conjunction with one another.
Four signs from the universe of why I should not have purchased an oreo cookie shake at the drive thru when getting Kaitlin* lunch:

1.) The cosmic way in which the attendant forgot to make the oreo shake and held up the entire lunch traffic behind me while I waited
2.) The kismet of a broken straw realized after leaving the window
3.) The karma of spilling a shake while trying to drink without a straw (all over a brand new just-took-off-the-tag-today shirt from Nordstrom)
4.) The serendipity of poking a hole in the bottom of the cup because of a hidden earring in the cup holder

*don't judge I got the apples and milk instead of fries and soda.... I, however, got a milk shake.

b.o.r.e.d.

2010-11-03T08:29:00.000-07:00

I was so bored today that I actually did a google image search of myself (give it a try- it's fun!) And guess which picture was the ONLY picture I could find of myself on google?!?!

THIS ONE!:

I think I need to just start randomly posting fabulous pictures of myself with plenty of captions with my name. Good news... another image popped up, that of a smokin' hot Wentworth Miller. I really wouldn't mind coming back as him in another life.
Here's what I look like in real life:

Stephanie Graham Stephanie Graham Stephanie Graham Stephanie Graham Stephanie Graham Stephanie Graham Stephanie Graham Stephanie Graham Stephanie Graham Stephanie Graham Stephanie Graham Stephanie Graham Stephanie Graham Stephanie Graham Stephanie Graham... you get the picture...

"Buckle Up!"...

2010-11-02T10:04:00.000-07:00

would have been the perfect advice to me as I approached this new job of teaching seminary to high school students. It has been a bumpy ride. There are days when I feel like I am really getting somewhere (well as far as you can get at 5:50 am). And then there are days when I feel like I am crawling out of a crater where my lesson just bombed. I swear, when I drive away fom the church sometimes I can see a mushroom cloud in the rear view mirror.

Yesterday was a day from the basement... today was nearly opposite. Teaching teenagers is such a roller coaster of a ride! If just one kid is in a bad enough mood, it upsets the very fragile atmosphere. The whole spirit of the lesson can be chucked out the window at a single comment. Sometimes I think that I am too young to be teaching and other days I feel ancient. With all feeling involved in this calling, I have felt the FULL spectrum.

Every day you talk to me about seminary, those kids are different. You'd think that I was teaching several classes on a rotation! Inspiration, frustration, humility, pride, energy, exhaustion... all feelings of a seminary teacher. I do have to say that I have been truly blessed to be where I am, doing what I am doing and learning from these kids. They live in an ever changing world. Hopefully, I can still hold on tight and be happy when the ride's over.

p.s. We learned about John Tanner today- anyone heard of him? He is an inspiring man from church history that truly was the spirit of generosity and sacrifice.

here's an article about him too: The John Tanner Family

To my husband: my sincerest apologies

2010-10-20T08:12:00.000-07:00

Last night, as I was brushing my teeth I heard a loud shriek. Hmmm... I wonder, when did I adopt a teenage girl? As I came out of the bathroom I made the realization that it was not, in fact, a young woman, but my burly husband that let out that screech. Apparently, there was a mouse hidden under a layer of aluminum foil inside a bin in the office. The bin that Jimmy was getting ready to load for the following morning (a seminary breakfast... we'll get into that later... but I digress).
The poor boy was seconds away from fulfilling the cliche of standing on a chair. I walked into the office with Jimmy cowering behind me. Well, maybe not so much cowering, as shoving me in front of him to protect the honor of my significant other. I have to admit, I heard a little rustling of the foil when I got closer. Instead of shrieking, I excitedly say, "Let's catch it! Grab the lid, we'll put it outside." Now, the bin was clear, so I knew I could put on the lid and shake the mouse around a little bit to get a good look. Can you tell I grew up with brothers? (Haahaaa... and Jimmy with sisters...)
After some finagling, I finally got Jimmy to agree and he stood back as I plopped the lid onto the bin. We carried the bin outside and carefully removed the lid to rid the bin of it's contents. I started with the things on top- a bag of paper plates, some stray napkins and a bon appetit magazine among other things (don't ask me how the magazine got in there because I have no clue). As I peeled back the layers in the plastic bin, I was getting to the bottom of the bin and the rodent's hiding spot. While I am working so bravely to protect our sleeping daughter from a rabid animal bite, Jimmy is huddled inside watching from the doorway. When I almost reach the bottom, my man gets courageous. He comes out and plops the lid back on to give the mouse a good shake. I look at the boy perplexed and he just shrugs, "I thought I could make it dizzy."
Haahaaa, "Why? so it could jump all crazy crooked on me?!"
Jimmy retreated to his job of holding up the door frame. Because I didn't want Jimmy to take credit for shaking the mouse out of the aluminum foil, I peered into to the bin and gave it a good shake myself. To the tune of my husband's raised eyebrows, I reached down into the bin to grab the foil in one swift movement. I then waited for the backlash of an angry, dizzy mouse to attack. But what do you know? Underneath the foil was... nothing.
Haahaa! It turns out that the foil was only rubbing up against the edge of the bin when we walked near it, making a little rustling noise. Jimmy exhaled in relief and said, "You're not going to tell anyone about this, right?"

HP 7

2010-10-19T09:01:00.000-07:00

Buying my tickets for the midnight showing today. Any other takers?! I think I may have to cancel seminary the morning after... or just never go to sleep.
In other news, I am getting too old to pull an all nighter.

Riveting Story

2010-10-17T22:54:00.000-07:00

I want to throw my crutches out the window.

The End

cricket....cricket

2010-10-16T19:04:00.000-07:00

we had the missionaries as guests for dinner tonight. It was painful. I cracked jokes. Jimmy told mission stories. No response. I think they were nervous. I swear, it was the longest hour of my life.

on the up side, I finally perfected a caramelized apple tart.

Does anyone else...

2010-10-10T21:59:00.000-07:00

only turn up the radio in even increments
have their dvds arranged by color so they look good from far away
dry off from the shower exactly the same way every time
want all the bad guys to die on tv, because that would be the easiest way to write them off a show
have an extraordinary talent for boggle
have to finish a book even if it is absolutely terrible
rip their bra off as soon as they get home... unless company is expected
eat weird food combinations (meatloaf + applesauce)
have an unnatural obsession for wedding shows
remember life's moments as: cartoons/musicals/ movie moments
have a real problem reading soft cover books
etc

???

I hope I'm not the only crazy one out there.

The touch of the Master's hand

2010-10-08T07:38:00.000-07:00

Last night, as I was preparing my seminary lesson, I had the prompting to show a video. The video is on Netflix instant streaming, so I watched the video to time it and see what I remembered. I still got the feeling I should show this video, even though it was a little 80's cheeseball. After I had picked up Ashley this morning, we went straight to the library to get the video. Reaching up for the video, I came to the realization that the particular clip I was looking for was not on this video. Hmmmm.... So, Ashley and I continued to search for the video. We looked high and low. I wondered out loud why I would get a prompting for a video I could not find. So, instead of giving up, I just chose another clip to show. Ashley and I grabbed the nearest tv cart, until I decided against it. I would rather use the nice tv, so we moved all the carts in front of it to get to the flat screen. On the flat screen cart was a video. Can you guess what was on that tape?! Ashley scanned down the list of clips and said, "Here it is! It's number 7!" We pushed the tv cart to the classroom and I prepared to cue up the clip. I turned on the tv and vcr and what do you suppose? The clip was already cued up to the point at which I needed to start it. It is small moments like these that make me realize there are no coincidences and that there is a loving God that is keenly aware of us individually. How grateful I am that I was able to share this special moment with my sister Ashley, what a testimony builder!

Quick Fix

2010-10-06T13:39:00.000-07:00

Jimmy and I watched an episode of Bones last night...
that show is what we call "diet tv"- there is no way to eat (without yakking) while watching. Forget exercise. I am all over sitting on the couch for another episode!

Poignant

2010-10-04T07:57:00.000-07:00

Many years ago someone said this and it changed me.

"Those that are the hardest to love are those who need it the most."

Montagues & Capulets

2010-10-02T12:34:00.000-07:00

Jimmy and I need to buy two new computers, on the account that our laptop and desktop died within two days of eachother. I am planning on a Macbook Pro and Jimmy is planning on an HP.

When I told my dad of the prospects, he responded,

"Oh, so you're a divided relationship?"

And my brother Kyle's response?

"So, does that mean you'll be making fun of him in a year when his computer breaks?"

Oh, the life of a star-crossed lover...

A modern day fable

2010-09-29T19:00:00.001-07:00

After going to the doctor's office, my Mother-in-law and I went to Panda Express to grab some lunch. We each got a Panda bowl, yum. As I was eating my food, I pushed the orange chicken to the side to eat the rice first. I always do that with my food- save the best for last. I had just finished most of the rice and was ready to stab into that first piece of chicken. Just as my chopstick went into the bowl, it lost balance and tipped over... all.over.the.ground. Argh!

Moral of the story: don't save the best for last because you may never get to it OR make sure there's a fro yo shop next door to sop up your sorrow with multiple toppings.

Kaitlin: Chip

2010-09-28T08:06:00.000-07:00

Me: Ol' Block

Translation: I like to go shopping at Ross because it is awesome.

Hangover

2010-09-25T12:49:00.000-07:00

I'm starting to think it was a bad idea to stay up until 2:30 watching Prison Break.... then again, maybe not

Things that I didn't blog about but want to remember

2010-09-23T13:59:00.000-07:00

doing four events in seven days- a true record
the Ramies' wedding and Stephanie's red, red, red hair
celebrating Kaitlin's birthday with the family. She chose bowling and Squeeze Inn, I'm so proud
starting seminary, gosh I'm tired... but very spiritually fulfilled. Can't forget Haley's face when the dawn of recognition appeared with the answer to a prayer or JP realized I care.
fabulous 9th anniversary day to be celebrated when I can cruise the town without crutches.
thoughtful friends and fabulous family
panic attack over the auction with peace following because comfort of a good cry on God's shoulder
lots and lots and lots of blood tests to see if having a baby is ever possible again
Larry's
helaman 4:13

I have so much to be grateful for, I just wanted to use this post to remind me. For the most part, it is a all jibberish to anyone but me. But, hey, that's who this blog is for. I am just glad I got some of it down before I forgot.

pity parties are not allowed at our house

2010-09-21T08:23:00.000-07:00

even if I'm the one that chooses the color scheme and sends the invites.

1 1/2 weeks ago I fell. I got hurt. I'm still on bed rest.

You'd think after sitting with my leg elevated and driving privileges revoked, that my blog posts would be flying through the lines of the internet like a banshee on fire. But, alas, that fate was not to be. Netflix had taken me hostage. My blog finally paid the ransom required and here I am!

So to catch all 3 readers up with the circumstances, here's the story:

I went to a Time Out for Women conference with all the girls. We left early Friday morning to do some vital shopping before dinner and the first speakers that night. I was fueled to spend, dude. I had a large wad of cash just sitting on it's haunches, waiting to attack. At Nordstrom's I took a dent out of the cash and was giddy with the designer jeans and fabulous tops I had acquired. After a round of the mall, we were heading out for an early dinner. Carla and I made one last stop at H&M before leaving. At H&M, baby Blake (Carla's sweet nugget of joy) was getting a little fussy. So I went around the front of the stroller and picked him up. As I picked the baby up, the weight of our shopping bags pulled the stroller backwards. Instead of just letting it fall, I lunged forward to catch it. What's unfortunate about that situation is that my foot ad knee wanted to stay put while the rest of my body did not. So, my knee twisted and popped, causing my knee to buckle under my weight. I fell while Blake was in my arms! I know without a shadow of doubt that there were guardian angels there right at that moment. I literally remember him floating comfortably down onto my chest while I fell. He was completely unharmed. It was as if there were invisible hands that nestled him down onto me after I fell. There are no other words to describe it.

When I tried to stand up, my leg could not bear weight. So, I limped over to a lounge outside the store. As I was sitting there, I just kept praying. And I kept feeling that I really needed to go the hospital. But the internal conflicts started to rise up and fight for air. I can't ask these girls to skip dinner and take me to the ER!...maybe it's not that bad.... I have to make lunch for tomorrow...what about the girl talk tonight?... and on and on it went. I knew that I desperately needed to go to the ER. So, when Kelly and Carla came out of the store, I let them know what I needed. They took me back to the Hotel lobby to wait for Jimmy to pick me up. When he got there, I had come to terms with leaving for the night, but had fully expected to return for the following day.
After a night in the ER, I did not think it possible to return- especially because Saturday's plan involved a lot of walking. The AMAZING women left at the conference took care of lunch the following day for me. They called to see how I was.
I am seriously touched by all the help and concern I've received because of this accident. There has been an outpouring of love and service that I am truly grateful for. My family has helped so much as well. although it would have been nice to attend the whole conference, I do not regret anything that happened. I may get frustrated at times because of the stupid crutches and imbecile brace I'm required to use, but it has afforded me a much needed break from life. Recovery has been slower than I expected, but I'm okay with that... for now.

We haven't even had Summer weather-

2010-08-16T20:22:00.000-07:00

but we're going back to school?!

Goodness, the Summer went FAST!

Here's to a fabulous year of:

early, frantic mornings
lost shoes
bed head
stinky, stinky lunch pails to clean out
every bleed you dry fundraiser available
thousands of tiny papers/projects coming home

and, drumroll please......

six whole hours of peace and quiet

Hunting

2010-08-14T23:23:00.000-07:00

When we went to Utah last month, the dog slept on the couch. Dog sleeping on the couch= Stephanie's late night-red eyed-never ending search on Craig's List for a replacement. We've already flipped the cushions, that's not an option anymore.

One thing I need to say about Craig's List- people's definition of, 'nice' are verrrry different.
On my hunt for the perfectly priced sofa, I have been led through all kinds of scary postings making me wonder a few things:

Why must every picture be taken in terrible lighting?
Who ever decided that forrest green was a good color for leather?
What makes people think 'comfortable' and 'attractive' are synonomous? If it doesn't work for shoes, it won't work for couches.

It's been a fun journey looking through other people's cast offs... but when it's time to finally buy a couch, it will be new. And then I will make the dog sleep outside.

Days like today help me understand why some species eat their young.

2010-08-13T19:21:00.000-07:00

I am still getting the cringe worthy feelings deep in my stomach. I hate those feelings... the ones where I think of something I said or did to embarrass myself. I am sure that most people do not remember the stupid things I say or do, but I seem to hone in on the negative things that are part of a great moment. One event I did ran perfectly smooth except for the fact that one guest wanted their meat more well done. It was so embarrassing. All I could think of was that feeling when I thought of that particular event. Otherwise, the clients loved the food, raved about it and gave a hefty tip to show their gratitude. It's so hard for me to think of mistakes I've made without being super hard on myself.

Today I have been uncomfortable with those cringes. Kaitlin has a friend from preschool and swim that came over with her mom for the first time. We have been friends for over three years and I was very excited about their visit. I spent lots of time planning a great lunch and my friend brought a tie dye kit. We had a great time until it was time for them to go home. The girls went outside to play while we talked and shared some great laughs. My friend put her younger daughter in the car as I went to get the girls. They were nowhere to be found. Hmmm... I looked in the trailer behind the house and didn't see them. I looked in the backyard and couldn't find them. In fact, we couldn't find the girls anywhere. My friend was starting to get worried, so I yelled out for Kaitlin with no response. We live on 40 acres in the middle of nowhere. There is no way someone could have taken them. However, my mind wandered there sometimes in the forty minutes we spent thus far looking for them. The neighbor kids were enlisted in the search. I screamed for the girls until I was hoarse and my friend was in near hysterics. How would you feel if you visited somewhere for the first time and lost your child in an expansive wilderness?! We stopped to say a prayer. Jimmy came home to help look. It was getting to the point we were all in tears. When the searching hit 50 minutes, one of the neighbor boys saw our girls. I ran to them very concerned. They were playing hide and seek. I said to Kaitlin in a near yell, "Didn't you hear us calling for you?!" She responded with, "Yes, mom, but we were hiding."

ARGH!!!! Does this child not know when the crazy mommy voice comes out?!?! Because that is what I was using when I was calling out for the girls! Fortunately they're safe.... but I am still cringing. And good luck with my friend ever coming back to visit.

A Rose by any other name...

2010-08-11T14:59:00.000-07:00

I have so many nick names for Kaitlin. I never really noticed how many things I called her until one of her cousins heard me call Kaitlin, "Bubba". The cousin looked perplexed and said, "Why do you call Kaitlin 'Bubba'?" Hmmm... I don't know the answer to that. I do know that is only the tip of the iceberg, though. Here are Kaitlin's many names:

Kate

Katie

Ramona

Bubba

Bub

Little Bit

Little Bean

Kidlicious

Little Miss

Sweetums

Precious

Presh

Sweetie Pie

Burrito

Baby

Baby Girl

Precious Little

Kitty

The Girl

Little Ham

The funny thing is, each one is said in a specific way/voice and some are in a specific setting. For example: Little Bean is said when I am opening the door for Kaitlin. I always say, "Hop in, Little Bean!" I don't know how it started, but I seem to say it automatically now.

What names do you use for your kids?

Submitting myself to torture...

2010-08-10T14:45:00.000-07:00

...of the cheesy, overly dramatic type.

After a hiatus from Beverly Hills 90210, I decided to start the seasons from Netflix where I left off. I cannot get over the terrible music, hair, acting. I cringe during every single episode. Why do I continue to torture myself, you ask?! Because I wasn't allowed to watch it as a kid. The rebellion is just manifesting itself years later. Darn peer pressure...

*p.s. I am still in love with Dylan McKay, he's a stud.

Joys of Summer

2010-08-09T11:57:00.000-07:00

Goodness, has it been awhile. I know you missed me! Our Summer has flown by faster than a jack rabbit on a date (gotta love the obscure movie quote-name that movie!). With all the many experiences and visits I have truly felt what it's like to be blessed. Enough mushy stuff... I've had a tear jerker video on the top post for ages! So, on to a fun story- one plucked from the many fun times we had this year. Our family went to Utah to attend a blessing for my newest niece. We had a great time. What a joy it was to see all the cousins together with their different personalities. All the girls loved playing together. Rebekah threw every ball in sight. Baby Gunnar was a gentle giant of a baby.

It was so fun to meet with my sister in law's family and enjoy the company. In the basement of their home, there is an awesome den with vintage board game deco and a real live Jelly Belly machine- if Kaitlin had an income, it would've all been spent one bean at a time...

As Kaitlin, Courtney and I were downstairs milking some more beans from the machine, we heard, "thump, thump, thump, CRACK!" coming down the stairs. All I could think of was how we would revive whatever child just rolled down the stairs. My first aid training came rushing back to me. I just wish it had come back in accuracy. The good news is that when I rounded the corner to see which child would suffer my lack of first aid skills, we saw a large, juicy watermelon smashed into bits. I peered up the stairs and saw Rebekah standing at the top of the stairs pointing with a sweet declaration, "ball". Once it dawned on me that there was no child in need of faulty first aid, I turned, looked at Courtney for a social queue. You see, it was her house. Was I to peal into hysterics like I wanted, even though there was sticky watermelon guts on her very beautiful carpet? Or, was I to look at dismay at a total mess? Luckily, Courtney I seemed to share the laugh at everything gene and we burst out in laughter that brought sweet tears.

Now, that's the kind of memory I like to take away from a family get together...

Buying stock in kleenex

2010-07-19T10:59:00.000-07:00

I've been hanging out in the refiner's fire lately. I have to say... it's not all bad. This past week has brought more amazing blessings and experiences than I could have imagined. I have such gratitude for Heavenly Father's knowledge- he knows where I am, what I'm doing, what I need. The only problem hanging out in the fire is that I am so emotional- I cry at the drop of a hat.
Exhibit A:

If I were a Disney character...

2010-07-15T11:08:00.000-07:00

yesterday would've been accompanied by singing forest creatures and background village peasants harmonizing during the chorus. I had a day straight from the heavens! May I explain?... It's my blog, of course I can explain!

Once upon a time there was voluptuous and kind princess named Stephanie. She woke up one morning to the sound of a beautiful ringing noise. "Oh dear, she thought, that must be the sweet maiden Cammie calling from a distant land! I must go to her!" So princess Stephanie rose from her chambers and gracefully prepared for a day at the nearest castle. After dropping her child off at 8:30 in morn, Stephanie went well on her merry way to Castillo de Amorosa.
At the expansive castle, Princess Stephanie was able to give dearest Cammie a squeeze and continue up the turret steps. At the top of the winding stairs, a local of the castle dweller showed each room while the princesses listened in awe. Princess Stephanie and Princess Cammie thoroughly enjoyed seeing all the fabulous features... except for maybe the torture chamber. Seeing an authentic Iron Maiden gave the princesses the serious heebie-jeebies.
Although the princesses were not accepting of the castle's grogg, the famed Capri Sun sufficed. After a wonderful and informative meeting with the castle dwellers, The princesses attended a mid day feast at Boskos. There, they enjoyed lemon and herb grilled artichokes, garlic bread, field green salad, the best ever pasta with marscapone and fresh tomatoes- a feast fit for a king! The princesses were not sufficiently stuffed, and the local frozen sweet shop was calling just as a dove cries for her mate.
Princess Stephanie and Princess Cammie heeded the call of the shop in the form of quite possibly the best ice cream ever! Strawberry and vanilla swirled ice cream with white chocolate hearts and strawberry filled dark chocolate hearts. It was then that Princess Stephanie bid Princess Cammie adieu to continue on her pleasant journey!
Having such a wonderful mid day jaunt provided Princess Stephanie with the energy and enthusiasm to continue on with some other princesses in the area. After a 13 minute primping ( I know the princess is phenomenal!), Princess Stephanie met up with her fellow princesses- April, Lynette and Amy for trip to the largest kingdom in all the land, San Francisco!
With stunning scarf (she pulled it off), brazilian earrings and sparkling shoes on her feet, Stephanie joined the other ladies in partaking of her second feast of the day at Frachino's Ristorante. The second feast of the day from the far away land of Italy! Upon the princess' plate was insalata capreses, bruschetta, freshly made pappardelle, leeks, prociutto and mushrooms. A feast that was sopped up with crusty italian bread!
The court jesters extended an invitaion to the ladies and they accepted. So, onto the presentation of Beach Blanket Babylon! There, the princesses enjoyed themselves thoroughly. There was music, laughter and crazy big hats! If an Italian feast a show by the jesters weren't enough, the second ice cream cone of the day for Princess Stephanie made it nearly complete. A cafe around the corner provided our heroine with hazlenut biscotti and grasshopper pie ice cream.
During the dessert course of the feast, the princesses were excited to hear of the new prince to be born any moment. after a thrilling trip to the far off kingdom of San Francisco, the princesses stopped at the castle Kaiser to visit Carla in the midst of her child bearing.
There, Princess April coached sweet, strong and amazing Princess Carla through the journey to become the mother of a son. The experience was asacred and special one for all. Stephanie sincerely appreciated being there to be part of a miraculous and beautiful occurence. It was a highlight of her life and especially precious because she will never get to experience for herself again. What an amazing day in the life of a princess.

And they all lived happily ever after!

Look what I made!

2010-07-10T15:36:00.000-07:00

Still working on Kaitlin's room... slowly but surely. The last thing to do is the headboard. Once it's all done I will post multiple pictures. But for now, I want to show off this handy work.

This Little Red Reding Hood silhouette will go in Kate's room alongside a Jack and the Beanstalk silhouette. I will post pictures when I finish- goodness, I really need to get crack a lackin'!

Congratulations to Jimmy!!!

2010-06-28T12:06:00.001-07:00

I am so proud of my dear, sweet husband. He graduated last night with his Bachelor's in Business Management.

Here's the story behind the day:

We woke up early, early to get to the HP Pavilion by 9:00am to drop Jimmy off for registration. We went to turn around and received a concerned call from the graduate. He said that the information from his counselor was erroneous and the graduation didn't start at 10:00am, but at 1:30pm!!! We were having family coming in to town for the graduation and there were already well on their way to the venue. Plus, we had a reservation at a restaurant for 2:30... there was no way we were going to make that reservation. After much scrambling and cell phone usage, we got all guests to the Hotel Sainte Claire for brunch and cancelled the reservations for later that day. The hotel was very accommodating, elegant and delicious! I highly recommend it. Then off to the graduation where there were over 1,000 graduates... we counted. And guess what?! They read every.single.name. It wasn't too bad (only because I took Kaitlin outside to ride up and down the escalators for an hour) After much waiting and listening, Jimmy's name was read and we got to cheer for 1.5 seconds before the next name was read- It was thrilling. I cannot tell you the emotions that went through my head at such a rapid pace. My heart is swollen with pride, love, reminiscence and pure joy. I cannot believe the journey that we have shared together. He has been strong, patient and hard working. Congratulations!!!

Girls' Camp Recap

2010-06-21T21:10:00.001-07:00

I go to our church's girls' camp annually and just have a total blast every year! For the fourth year in a row I have been able to work with the 16-18 year olds. My FAVORITE! I just love giggling and goofing off. Here are some of my favorite moments from the week:

I love dogs. I have always been a dog person, which usually means cats are not on my list of priority animals. Actually... I kind of hate cats. Not like I would hurt a cat, but I just suppose I have too much of a self esteem issue to like a pet that hates me. When I went to the craft shack to make a little something for Kaitlin, the craft leader and very good friend of mine came to me laughing. She started by apologizing to me. Apologizing for not sticking up for me in the exchange that had just occurred. You see, two of the girls in my unit (group I was a leader of) came to the shack looking for a gift for me. While the craft assistant, another good friend of mine, was sifting through buttons she made a sarcastic comment about a hideous cat pin. The girls took the sarcasm as truth and were convinced that I loved cats, especially when on an enameled pin circa 1986. They excitedly snatched the pin and decided to make a ring for me out of it. My loathing for cats nearly matches my inability to wear a poker face. So my friends who worked in the shack knew there was no way I could receive a gift without looking ungrateful and appalled at quite possibly the ugliest ring ever. Their warning was fair- my reaction was not. I spent the week jumpy just waiting for the presentation of a gift that I knew would require a fake-genuine smile. I practiced every night in the mirror. On the final day of camp, the moment had come. Two of the sweetest girls came to me with a darling little gift all wrapped up for me. I cringed (I think only on the inside) "Well," I thought, "here goes nothing..." and I cautiously opened the gift. Inside the carefully wrapped package was a huge, amazing, perfect for me ring. It was so beautiful! Those girls had set up the story from the very beginning! They had the craft girls tell me about the pin so I would be surprised. I had no idea and that is was made the gift even better.
One morning, I woke up groggy and stumbled my way into the kitchen in our lodge. Everyone else was sleeping soundly, so I quietly grabbed a croissant and sat among the snoring girls to enjoy a moment of semi peace and quiet. As I was silently putting pieces of the croissant in my mouth, I noticed that it smelled terrible. I kept sniffing at it, but the smell was faint. Then I noticed it was not the croissant the stunk, but my hand. As I put my hand to my nose I took a perplexed and lengthy sniff wondering how it come to this point. Then the previous night's sleep dawned on me... I had slept fearful of keeping my bunk mate awake. Rather than let out loud and copious gas from the heavy meals I had been eating, I would hold my cheeks open every time I felt the urge to let one go. So, instead of a loud noise to accompany my rumblings, there would be a near silent whoosh! Once I came to the realization I had indeed been eating a fart croissant, I did three things in this order: 1) Laughed very loud, 2) Ran to the kitchen to wash my hands, 3) Sat down and ate the rest of my croissant.
Some how, I had let it slip that I am terrified of aliens. I am truly afraid of alien movies and those silly fair trinkets with the alien heads on them seriously freak me out. One night, I walked out to the car to go get a cd with one of the girls. When we came back to the lodge, the lights were all out and I heard a strange clicking noise. Out from behind the the table came a thing crawling at me with a glowing, freaky head. I got so scared that I pushed the girl I was with in front of me and was ready to book it. She started screaming and I was ready for the little green monsters to take me away. After a few more moments the girls finally turned on the light and I saw that the alien was really just glow sticks and a head lamp on someone crawling all over the ground. I was really shaken up, but I felt really bad for the girl I pushed in front of me. I am sure that if I had the ability to speak I would've yelled, "Take her!"

p.s.- they got it on video... just waiting for that one to pop up on youtube.

I think I'll save the spiritual stories for tomorrow.

Tough Stuff

2010-06-08T08:14:00.000-07:00

I am in charge of the sixteen to eighteen year olds at an annual girls' camp for our church. I've had the honor of cooking with one of my YCL girls (YCL= youth camp leader), for eight weeks. It has been a blast. At first I was nervous because it was part of a disciplinary action taken from some events last year. She is not a bad kid at all, but just had the unfortunate situation of not living up to my expectations. I tend to be pretty tough on those poor girls.

Well, my nights cooking with this amazing girl were just fabulous. I had a great time doing what I love and getting to know her even better. I know this year will be a complete success! Honestly, last night being my final night cooking with her was sad for me. It was nice to spend some one on one time with one of the greats of the upcoming generation. It makes me sad to think of all the things teenagers are going through these days. Just going to high school is a war zone. I admire all those that get through it alive with their self confidence and values intact.

Now for a funny clip from my favorite high school movie:

Timberhill

2010-06-03T08:36:00.000-07:00

We LOVE the new hike we've been going on lately. I could do without the copious amounts of cow pies... but the view is worth it. Unfortunately, I do not have one of those fancy-scmancy cameras to take a really great picture of what I see in real life. You're just going to have to believe me when I say it's amazing!

p.s.- I recommend waiting until you get to the car to have a picnic... wind+cowpies+thistles=cranky mommy

It was nice to have a funnel...

2010-06-01T08:35:00.000-07:00

We scattered my Grandmother's ashes at sea over the weekend. We scattered my Grandfather's ashes nine years ago on the same battleship. Things have changed (for the better) on the battleship and it was very pleasant to have the ashes not blow back in your face. Ha!
We really enjoyed our day in the city and on the boat. I could've done without the seven miles of walking! Although I am a natural at exaggerating- the seven miles is no tall tale, folks! I actually did walk that much in one day. I would not recommend it, especially if you are required to be pleasant to out of town visitors...

One attempt at doing a panorama picture... what I find funny is that the sailboat was going the same direction, so it looks like they are twins! Uncle Steve, Mom and Uncle Paul

Another try at panorama...

Our fat and happy little tug boat. It follwed us around like a little puppy.

Alcatraz from the front and back.

Under the Golden Gate bridge.

When on a boat, it is a requirement to get a picture of a port hole. I threw my mom in there for good measure.

Going under the Bay Bridge

Grateful

2010-05-28T08:55:00.000-07:00

I want to express my gratitude for all those who have served or are currently serving our country in the military. I am extremely grateful for the freedoms and opportunities I have because of the armed forces. Thank you, from the bottom of my red, white a blue heart.

p.s- I love you, Dad

hoooottt

2010-05-24T08:48:00.000-07:00

My friends and I did a skit for a talent show on Friday Night... don't I look fabulous?!?! Click here to see the original.

visitors from the garden state

2010-05-24T08:24:00.000-07:00

I love it when family visits! It was fun to see how Nora & Rachel have grown. I can't wait until the next time we get to see Natalie and her family.

Good decision

2010-05-20T08:18:00.000-07:00

We usually have the missionaries come for dinner twice a month. This month, the only two days we were available was yesterday and today. Crazy??? No way! I only have to clean the house for them once! I think this is brilliance in the making...

My dream house

2010-05-18T08:08:00.000-07:00

I'm not sure if it's a good thing that "Say Yes to the Dress" is on Netflix instant streaming...

For the sake of successful scrapbooking...

2010-05-17T10:29:00.001-07:00

I need to post these pictures:
New necklace for my birthday!

Our hotel room... so cozy- except for the creepy porcelain dolls.

Giant strawberry and giant pile of vintage candy

ahhh....

2010-05-15T23:10:00.000-07:00

I don't usually like to post experiences like this on my blog. I like to keep it light and fun... but I lost my journal. I can't find it anywhere and I need to write this down because it was such a sweet experience for me and I want to remember it.

I worked hard all day on a huge catering event. My feet hurt. I look terrible. But we are going out of town tomorrow and I needed gas. I was debating on whether or not to get gas tonight or tomorrow morning. After working so hard, I thought that Heavenly Father would understand if I went home to bed instead and bought gas on the Sabbath. You see, as part of our religion, we choose to be with family, study scriptures and not shop on Sundays, to keep the Sabbath day holy. In some circumstances, I feel that God understands that we tried our best. Example?: medicine or emergency room, during travel and things of similar nature.

I was well on my way to drive the easy way home (small amount of signals, lots of highway), when I felt a small twinge that I should just bite the bullet and go through town to get gas. In the back of my mind, I felt like it was good to be obedient even when you're exhausted. After getting gas, I took some time to wash my windows. As I was just finishing the rear window, when a car with two young women pulled up to ask for directions after being unsuccessful with two other customers at the gas station. I happily gave them directions and was ready to go home. When I turned away from their car, I noticed that they seemed a little confused by my directions. I was thinking, 'it's so easy... just take a left and a left and you're well on your way. Heck, it's on my way home!' hmm... duh! I offered for the girls to follow me onto the long road up valley since it was on my way home anyway. They seemed grateful and follwed me on their journey. Hopefully they got to where they were going safely.

Now, I know that this experience is simple. But for me it was profound. The car literally felt filled with a strong spirit of peace while I was driving home. I felt that those girls could have prayed to find help- but even if they didn't, a loving God helped them find their way. I feel like in life, we sometimes get a little off the path and need help getting pointed in the right direction. In some instances, we are prayerful in finding our way back, but in others, He just leads us. He puts people in our path to get us heading in the right direction. I have so many dear friends and family that are like little lights on my path (picture the aisle lights in a movie theater). How grateful I am to a loving Heavenly father that grants me small moments that seem so nearly insignificant, but really punch a hole in my heart and make it soft. I love it when I am blessed for being obedient. I love it when the Lord uses me to help and serve others. My favorite thing to do is serve- food, cleaning, teaching- you name it. I get such abundant joy from helping and doing. I know that I am not the best at everything (terrible at writing thank you cards- terr-i-ble!). But I have such gratitude for the talents I have been blessed with.

How wonderful it feels to have small moments in time that are pivotal to a facet of my testimony. I love them and I love to remember them! Gosh, now I am kind of grateful I didn't find my journal, because this would have been terrible to write out long hand, huh?

Fieldtrip

2010-05-12T00:22:00.001-07:00

Now if she could just make that into some cheese,

we'd be in business.

p.s.- I'm really not trying to look like Mr. T in this pic...

I pity da fool

Happy Birthday, Jimmy!

2010-05-10T15:37:00.000-07:00

It is Jimmy's birthday today (as the title states) and I wanted to say a few things about Jimmy that will make him want to hide under the table. However, Mr. Graham does not read my blog unless I'm lording over him to read the funniest post ever. I guarantee you that he never agrees. It will be your job, dear readers, to tell him all about what you read on this here blog the next time you see him. That way, all these praises that make him blush will not be in vain.

Anyway, Jimmy my sweet darling husband of nearly nine years has been a stellar example of patience (with me) and hard work. He puts up with my many antics. Most of which are my own fault. That man still has major skill in keeping a straight face when I insist that, "it wasn't my fault!"
I cannot get over the way he amazes me everyday with his strength of character.
I am so proud of all that he has accomplished. My darling has a youtube station that been very successful- I am so proud! Jimmy has always been such a hard worker that I am grateful it is really paying off. And, he's doing what he loves. Because of his persistence, Jimmy has been able to test video games, go to gaming conferences and get some great connections in the industry. It used to be that I was embarrassed to say Jimmy wanted to work in the video game industry, but now I couldn't be happier. I have really looked up to him going after his dreams.

I love that Jimmy's testimony of the gospel strengthens our family. That to write a talk, all I need is Jimmy in the room because he knows every reference and cross reference in the scriptures. It makes me so happy that he shares all the scripture stories with Kaitlin and has given her a love of the scriptures.

My poor husband also suffers through severe poison oak every time he mows the lawn. But he still does it.

That man has also suffered through the numerous pranks I play. It takes a real man to have an ice cold glass of water poured on them in the shower and not scream like a girl.

I am so grateful to being going through this life journey with my best friend. He's kept me laughing the whole time. What's life if you can't laugh, right?

Mother's Day Gift Checklist

2010-05-09T09:08:00.000-07:00

The most amazing bollywood movie soundtrack- check
Kaitlin singing the sweetest song ever- check
Special cards from around the nation- check
Reoccurring bout of strep throat- check

Yeah... I must need to be humbled in some way. Because I got strep on my birthday and now on Mother's day. Literally the day after I finished antibiotics, the symptoms started again. I had a phone appointment with the doctor on Friday evening. He told me to get a prescription before the pharmacy closed on Friday evening so that I could start antibiotics over the weekend and not have to wait until Monday for the clinic to open. Jimmy drove like the dickens down there to get my medication. The doctor's other instructions were to wait until the symptoms got worse and to call an advice nurse before starting the medicine. Well folks, the symptoms got worse. I called the advice nurse. He insinuated through his lisp that I am an antibiotic fiend and refused to let me start taking anything to curb these symptoms. Because it is Sunday, our clinic in Napa is not open, so we have to drive to Vallejo for any treatment. Question: why in the world would I continue calling for an antibiotic that's side effects are yeast infections, diarrhea and stomach cramping? So, I will be spending the day (the national breakfast-in-bed, homemade card, sloppy kid kisses day) driving to Vallejo waiting in a very full urgent care room to get a throat culture- just so they can tell me to take the medication I have been sitting on since Friday. Niiiice...

* Update: Crisis averted! I talked to a doctor right before going into church (and then on to urgent care) and he basically called out the advice nurse for giving bad advice. The dear doc told me to take the antibiotics and hop my way into church to have a wonderful mother's day. Yay! You should never trust anyone with a lisp that thinks you're an antibiotic junkie.

I'll have it for FIVE years!

2010-05-07T14:46:00.000-07:00

My license expired this year on my birthday, so I had to renew it before then.
Upon arrival to the DMV, I learned that I would need a new picture. (I am sure you can tell where it's going from here...) I just received my license in the mail. Ouch.
Funny thing: I specifically asked the man taking my picture, "How's my hair?"
He grunted.
My mistake? I assumed that a grunt was a positive thing.

Somebody get a firehose

2010-05-04T08:03:00.000-07:00

I was reading to Kaitlin one night when my shirt came up a little and a sliver of my stomach was visible.
Kaitlin made mention and I pulled it down saying, "That's right, Kaitlin, modest is hottest."
She responded, "No mom, hottest is when a boy doesn't have a shirt on."
ARGH!!! Help! She is six!years!old!

All I want for Christmas...

2010-05-03T08:01:00.001-07:00

What's your score?

2010-04-28T22:49:00.000-07:00

A few years ago, I came up with a game that makes me happy. Because, I nearly always win. Scratch that, I always win.

Here's the game: Dork Snort

Rules: For each time a player does something that qualifies as 'dorky', the other players must award points, ranging from 1 to 3. You know, like how many snorts you would cough up for level of dorkiness. For example- If you stumble while walking along a level surface, that's 1 point. If you stumble while walking on a level surface, have an exaggerated large trip, but regain your senses, that's 2 points. If you are walking and fall flat on your face, that's an easy 3 points.

Then the person receiving points would snort the appropriate number of times.

It's not an 'everyone take turns' game, just a running tally of daily events.
Every year at girls' camp we play. In fact, I am usually playing (with myself) everyday. That explains a lot, huh?

The good news?

2010-04-27T19:19:00.000-07:00

I'm not dead.
The bad news?
I have strep...

and apparently for over a month. I was scolded by the doctor for not complaining enough- she's never been to our house. At one point during the appointment she actually took a mirror off the wall to point out how I shouldn't be able to breathe. Niiiice... if I'm going to kill myself slowly, I choose to go by a food induced coma.

p.s.- I love my doctor sooo much. I always feel validated and unrushed. Plus, her scarf was super cute today. If you have Kaiser, you should ask to be Dr. Carol Besana's patient, she's rad.

A smatter of pictures

2010-04-26T09:33:00.000-07:00

easter.muse.milestone.beach.

Hello Karma,

2010-04-25T11:29:00.000-07:00

we meet again.

So, remember the post about me giving Jimmy the silent treatment? Yeah, so do I.
Why: After numerous reminders, starting in January, that I wanted to do something fabulous for my birthday weekend, I find out less than a week before my birthday that nothing has been planned.
How: I threw a 'it's my party and I'll cry if I want' hissy fit and launched into the silent treatment, including the full head turn when husband zooms in for a kiss.
Repercussions: Jimmy went into full planning mode and pulled an event schedule out of thin air. I was very pleased with the results. Stephanie started talking to her poor husband again.

However, my good friend Karma, had other plans. On the morning of my birthday, I woke up with the most excruciating pain in my throat. That's how any sickness starts for me. I was really not feeling the day. Crawling back into bed was the ideal, but Jimmy was not letting his plans go by the wayside. So, off we went to Denny's for free breakfast. FREE! Then, I wanted to get the car washed. Off we went to Classic Car Wash. It was FREE! Gosh, I had really gotten used to this whole whip out your id for free stuff day. Also on the list of free stuff on your birthday: a flower at Beau Fleurs, dessert at Applebee's, $30 at Benihahna's (sign up and they'll send your a gc), steak dinner at Black Angus, sombrero at Chevy's, ice cream at Coldstone, personal pizza at Roundtable and many, many more... Seriously, you can have an amazing birthday for free if you just jump from one place to another with your license flashing.
But I digress...
We drove to Sonoma and had a great time going to all the shops. Highlight? Tiddle E Winks- the best little vintage candy shop ever! I got some pretty sweet candy (that pun was intended) and a couple of vintage charms to go on a necklace. Oh yeah, and some FREE candy because it was my birthday! Plus, the very best gift I could have asked for: The sales clerk was very friendly and noticed I was singing along with Beatles album she had playing. We struck up a conversation about the Beatles and I mentioned how my six year old daughter's favorite album is the Abbey Road album. The clerk looked quizzical and said, "You have a six year old daughter?"
"Yes," I responded.
Then she said (bless her heart), "I thought you two were newlyweds. Just the way he looks at you with such adoration, I was sure you were here on your honeymoon." Awww... I probably shouldn't mention the silent treatment just recently administered, huh?

As the day continues, the chills set in and I got a pretty high fever. What we ended up missing: dinner reservations, hotel check-in (that's an embarrassing story where the concierge called repeatedly looking for us until giving up and leaving our key under the mat) and good night's sleep. We ditched the hotel a night early and left at 7:30am, swung by Bouchon Bakery for some takeout pastries and went home to sleep.

So the final result: Stephanie, the silent treatment administrator, ends up in bed missing more than half of the activities planned for 'the most fabulous birthday weekend ever'. And Jimmy, the silent treatment sufferer, gets to play videos games for the majority of the weekend while wife is silent as the dead and daughter is at Nana's.
Karma, such a fair weather friend.

breaking the mold

2010-04-20T07:51:00.000-07:00

Netflix is my buddy.
I love watching the instant streaming movies and shows, especially the ones they predict I'll love. Well, I recently watched Bonneville, a movie that was suggested to me by my buddy.
It wasn't terrible, but there was one thing in particular that bothered me.
There was a character that was the 'stuffy Mormon'.
The movie writers got the technical parts of Mormonism right... but man, oh, man!!! I am glad I don't fit in to the stereotype that was presented on the big screen.
First of all, the character seemed to be acting in such a way that she resented what she was choosing to do. That she was sorry she couldn't drink coffee, gamble or get drunk. This woman seemed to be the weak link of the friendship. The worry wart. The boring one. Ha!

I want to say right now that the only women I have met that practice their religion (any religion) in that manner- are not happy. The convictions are nearly nonexistent and there's nothing to keep you satisfied in the relationship with your church or deity.
There is a sense of strength that comes from choosing what you know to be right and sticking with it.
With faith comes the desire to do much good in the world, and usually not in an abrasive way that is demeaning to others. I admire all those that readily discuss their beliefs, no matter what sect. I take great comfort in being surrounded by wonderful examples of what a woman should be.
Every religious friend I have is a force to be reckoned with. I love them all. I look up to the beacon they reveal. There is no wishy washy temperament that meanders its way through their choices. And they are definitely not boring...

Can I get an amen?!

Poor guy

2010-04-18T22:58:00.000-07:00

I haven't done it in years... but Jimmy is getting the silent treatment.
Have not stooped this low in a long time.
I feel so immature- and smug.
But I will win...

*I'll update when I start talking again.

Stuff...

2010-04-16T09:20:00.000-07:00

It's been awhile.

I miss blogging.

Here's what's been going on recently:
I was damned to hell by some evangelists on my way into a Muse concert. These religious zealots handed out 'tickets' to hell... yeah, I'm pretty sure that's not the way to win anyone over. Couldn't you just see it? An attendee of the concert on their way into, quite possibly, the best concert ever say, "You know, you're right. I will not go in there! I will save my soul this very minute!" Haha. I did not bite.

Jimmy and I have been doing P90X (a rigorous exercise and nutrition program) and we love it! Maybe not so much the stand on your head part of the yoga dvd...

Kaitlin went on her first field trip of the year. Her class went to the library and fire station. Let me just say this- any field trip with beautiful and buff men (in uniform, no less) will be chaperoned by yours truly.

Easter was very special. I loved hearing the wonderful words of inspiration and hope from the leaders of our church.

Ycl sleepover= awesome! We had a ton of girls over. The best part? They all went to bed around 12:30.

The strawberry stand is open and I have contributed much to their commerce already.

The weather has been like a girl lately... cannot make up it's mind. "Do I want to rain? Should I be sunny? Do these clouds make me look fat?"

I will post pictures when the freakin' slow internet stops wheezing out my most recent request.

I know a few of you might find this story a tad inappropriate

2010-03-12T10:49:00.000-08:00

If you are one of those few, please do not read on.
I, however, found it hysterical and wanted to save it on my blog to share with Kaitlin when she is looking for a prospective mate.

Scene: This morning in the shower.
I was washing Kaitlin when she asked me this, "Mom, what's the right name for my special spot again?"
I responded with the correct answer and no inflection, "A vagina."
She looked up and said, "Ooooh, I like that name! It sounds like a Chinese restaurant."

Daddy needs a shotgun

2010-03-01T23:39:00.000-08:00

Yesterday at church, there was a very astute and put together young man that gave a talk. He was comfortable speaking to a large audience and seriously impressed me. When he was done speaking, I looked at Kaitlin and jokingly whispered, "You can marry him if you want..." Kaitlin looked at me and replied, "I know. I was thinking the same thing."

Oh, gosh...

Favorite line (so far)

2010-02-12T11:28:00.000-08:00

An excerpt from chapter 1:

"Barely moving her lips and keeping her teeth clenched, Scarlett threatens my life. What makes her fury even deeper is my nonchalance. I want to tell you that it is only a mask… because I am almost positive I peed a little out of fright. The key to surviving my sister is to brush her off. If I started crying and running like I want to, she would attack me like a lioness. There is no hope in turning your back on that kind of crazy..."

I will be the first to admit

2010-01-29T15:55:00.000-08:00

that my blog has been... blah... lately. I'm ok with it- well, maybe not entirely, because I'm still posting stupid stuff (like a movie poster for a movie that's been out for quite sometime) just to fill the space. I want you to know that I have temporarily replaced blogging for the moment. All of my witty writing has gone to a project I hope to share with all of you someday. And you'll be very grateful that this silly little blog took a back seat. Until next time, I promise not to post anything inane or irrelevant (unless it's hysterical).

Toodles, Steph

Primary Quote of the Week

2010-01-25T19:42:00.000-08:00

A member of the Primary presidency was teaching the children about work. She asked the children how their parents' work helped people. One child excitedly raised his hand and responded, "My dad works at a winery. He helps people who are really thirsty!"

LOVED it!

2010-01-23T11:10:00.000-08:00

looking for vindication

2010-01-21T08:31:00.001-08:00

please tell me it's okay to feed my family smoothies for dinner...

A valuable lesson

2010-01-18T15:10:00.000-08:00

My dad always taught me things that have stuck with me. One in particular? The reminder to always thank people that have done a good job, to never leave a compliment unsaid.
Today, I was at Safeway with Kaitlin. I had completed our shopping and just finished checkout. Kaitlin was safely buckled in the seat and I was putting away my groceries in the rain. I had noticed each time I took out a bag, that it was perfectly packed and very nicely placed in our basket. The eggs were where they belonged and the ten pounds of tomatoes I bought were put in a place as not to bruise. It seemed that I had the perfect bagger. To anyone that shops at multiple stores with their child/children understands, having greatly packed groceries is a treasure. Instead of putting my cart back and going on my merry way, I had Kaitlin get out of the car and go back in the store with me. I scouted out the bagger, asked his name (Chris) and thanked him for the excellent job he had performed on my groceries. Now, I'm not sure if he knew I went through some serious rain across the parking lot, or that I don't always go back in a store to thank someone. But, I hope he knows how much I appreciated a seemingly menial task that meant a lot to me.

I challenge all of you to try doing this at least once in the following week. How often do we find a reason to complain about restaurant service, terrible drivers, insufficient customer service? It's nice to work hard not expecting a thank you and receiving one anyway, isn't it? Sometimes you can even get free stuff! I called the toothpaste company one day praising them on their product. It's the only stuff I buy! And what happened? I got FIVE coupons for a free tube of toothpaste in the mail! I didn't call them to ask for free product, but it was really nice to know they appreciated my loyalty. Every company has stacks and stacks and stacks of complaints on file (and sometimes a complaint is necessary) But seriously, people... do we really want to leave that legacy? I am grateful to my father for always remembering the waitress' name, thanking people for their service and complimenting the beauty that surrounds him. What a great example he is to me. Thanks, dad.

Souper night!

2010-01-15T23:17:00.000-08:00

Jimmy and I were the judges for a soup and cake contest for a party tonight. We had such a fun time! I looked a little dorky bringing in my notebook and calculator (to average out the scores, ya know). We tried so many soups and desserts. The soup part was difficult because of the varieties brought. I thought the desserts would be easier- no way! Everything was delicious... my idea of a great night!
Soup winner- creamy mushroom (but the corn chowder was a VERY close second. We sat deliberating for quite some time)
Cake winner- chocolate truffle (taste)
Cake winner- raspberry cheesecake (presentation)
I'm in serious need of recipes. Because so many things were amazing!

I can explain...

2010-01-12T11:37:00.000-08:00

I really can!

catered a: wedding, employee appreciation party, New Year's Eve, baby shower (more like bought premade cakes), Christmas dinner, Christmas Eve in Saratoga, wedding in Santa Cruz, luncheon, ward party

read too many books (most very fun)

visisted with great family

I have been so blessed to have tons of events lately! I have really enjoyed the crazy that came our way. Done with the spiel- on with the smatter of pictures, I say!

above: Holiday progam at school

Below: Kaitlin's letter to Santa

Baby Rachel! (Natlaie's newest)

Above: We saw this house on the news and decided to visit on our drive home from Saratoga, Christmas Eve. It was AMAZING! There were tweo neighbors that rigged up lights to match music. It was a 12 minute program that was so awesome. Seriously, the picture does not do it any justice at all. we will be visiting again next year.

Below: disclaimer- that is cranberry juice.

Above: some serious gaming going on

Below: some serious chocolate eating going on

Yes, everyone was riveted at the New Year's Eve Party. everyone...

Kaitlin brings me this for breakfast in bed. Almsot every morning. On a tray. I love it!

Let's Review...

2010-01-05T15:04:00.000-08:00

On my sidebar, there is a list of books I read in 2009. I really wanted to do a review of each of them so I can change the sidebar to "Books read in 2010". So here it is:

1) The Gatecrasher by Madeleine Wickham
I became a big fan of Madeleine Wickham before I realized that she also wrote the Shopaholic series under her pen name, Sophie Kinsella. I really love her writing style. Always filled with spunky main characters that get into all kinds of interesting situations. In this book, the main character is a woman that goes to funerals to pick up rich men and leech off of them until she's cleaned their bank accounts dry. It's was very entertaining. This story is, of course, the one where she actually falls for one of the men. Just like reading a chick flick.

2) Everyone Worth Knowing by Lauren Weisberger
A story written by the same author of The Devil Wears Prada. The story is nearly the same if you were to only replace the fashion industry with PR. I actually enjoyed this read, even if it was a little fluffy.

3) The Memory Keeper's Daughter by Kim Edwards
Very well written. The plot is very interesting. I did have a little anxiety reading because of the father's guilt. I wanted him to relieve the pressure by coming clean. It made me a little wistful for what the family's life could have been if things were handled differently. But, overall, I liked this book.

4) Sea Jade by Phyllis A. Whitney
A light version of Wuthering Heights. I liked this ending better. However, reading this book made me realize how much I dislike sole romance novels. Fortunately, there was no trashy parts, but I do prefer to read books with less of the love story and more of adventure or conflict. That being said, I really liked the writer's style and would read any of her other books with a different subject.

5) Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine
I absolutely loved this book. The book is always better than the movie and this one did not prove me wrong. The story and characters were much more realistic and deep. I highly recommend this book for a quick, easy read.

6) Sleeping Arrangements by Madeleine Wickham
Another fun one by Madeleine Wickham. I laughed pretty hard at this one, although a little risque. Two couples and their families are offered to vacation at a friend's villa. The friend overbooked to experiment what would happen getting the two together. It was pretty funny.

7) My Body Fell Off! by BJ Rowley
8) Silver Hawk's Revenge by BJ Rowley
9) Missing Children by BJ Rowley
These three books are part of an LDS writer's series. I really like them. The main character has learned that his soul can leave his body and get into all sorts of trouble and adventure. This series is great for middle school aged boys. It's very similar to the Tennis Shoes Among the Nephites series.

10) Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J.K. Rowling
11) Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix by J.K. Rowling
12) Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince by J.K. Rowling
13) Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J.K. Rowling
Harry Potter books are read by me every Summer. It's a tradition that I love and cannot wait until I can share the tradition with Kaitlin. It's hard for me to believe that the series are much older than I think. The writing is just so timeless to me.

14) Brilliant by Marne Davis Kellogg
15) Priceless by Marne Davis Kellogg
16) Perfect by Marne Davis Kellogg
17) Friends in High Places by Marne Davis Kellogg
This series is about a savvy and interesting woman that works for the prime auction house in the UK. It turns out that she is a jewel thief. I loved these books because every outfit and decadent food was described. I also loved reading about all the sumptuous jewels. All very yummy.

18) The Tipping Point by Malcolm Gladwell
Where do I start? This book has really made an impact on me. I highly recommend reading this one! The Tipping Point is a non-fiction work that studies human behavior and economics. I was fascinated by the stories he used to explain each factor contributing to the 'tipping points' in life. I constantly annoy my friends by talking all about the book in almost every conversation.

19) The Wedding Girl by Madeleine Wickham
To be honest with you, this book let me down quite a bit. M.W. felt almost tired writing it and I was nearly trodding through it just to finish. It was a disappointment that I could not enjoy this book as much as the others, especially because I LOVE weddings so much!

20) The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society
Any book that makes me cry is a good one. I sincerely loved this book and it's sweet message. I loved the optimism shared by most in such as hard trial in life. A very gorgeous picture of human nature.

21) Confessions of a Shopaholic by Sophie Kinsella
22) Shopaholic Takes Manhattan by Sophie Kinsella
23) Shopaholic Ties the Knot by Sophie Kinsella
27) Shopaholic and Sister by Sophie Kinsella
28) Shopaholic and Baby by Sophie Kinsella

Yay! I love Becky Bloomwood! I really had a blast reading all about Becky and her issues. Sometimes, I felt like I was reading out of a diary. As much as I loved the series, I do have to admit that the second book was a little too repetitive. It seemed like Becky was going through everything again in the second book. I am glad that the author found ways to change it up a bit it the following books. I highly recommend this series if you would like to laugh out loud with a larger than life and lovable character.

24) The Girls' Guide to Hunting and Fishing by Melissa Banks
Eh. I read reviews for this book and was excited to start it... not that great in my opinion. I also was not very excited by the movie, The Suburban Girl, based loosely on a few of the stories

25) Patty Jane's House of Curl by Lorna Landvik
Such a sweet and special story. I really enjoyed this one. It was very reminiscent of Fried Green Tomatoes. Very strong woman characters with great patience, love and spunk. I did laugh out loud at some points in the book.

26) Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell
FAB-U-LOUS. I just love Malcom Gladwell. This is a non-fiction book that combines a little of Blink and The Tipping Point. What I really enjoy about his books is the way I am able to apply his concepts in my life. I love the format and way he makes the subjects relatable to someone like me. I have never been let down by one the the three books I have read by Malcom Gladwell. In fact, I think I may add them to my list of books I read yearly.

Well, folks, that's all she wrote. Good news is this: I have loved reading so much that I decided to give writing a try. When I get further along in my book and actually have some copyrights going, I would love to share it with you. But for now, I am just loving reading all the amazing things people have to say. In retrospect, I have noticed that I have gravitated towards light and fluffy books that are very similar. I plan on being a bit more diverse in my reading this year and hope to re-read some classics I love.

House of the Sick

2009-12-22T10:50:00.000-08:00

I have officially walked the red carpet to collect my award as 'Worst Wifey of the Year'... Jimmy has been so sick the past week. Like, gross, hacking cough/high fever/achy/whiny sick. And I have banished him to the guest room. I can still hear him coughing and snoring at night, but the guest room is farther away than any other room in the house. I am considering making him sleep in the car tonight. In my defense, for the first 48 hours I waited on him hand and foot, bringing medicine, water, soup etc. Then Kaitlin got sick with a fever of 103 and I was left a lone well person in the House of Graham. Gosh, now my duty had doubled from one whining baby to two. By the fourth day of doing my rounds in the sick ward, I got fed up and started letting the two invalids fend for themselves. Or let the sick husband care for the sick child, rather. Yeah, I'm that evil. Thus, waiting for the lightning to strike... or a high fever, whichever comes first.

OCD part deux

2009-12-15T13:36:00.000-08:00

Actually, if I'm being honest, it's far past the second time I've had OCD...
I am a complete control freak about our Christmas tree. Complete.
To live as a Christmas tree at the House of Graham one must

a) have white lights. NO colored lights allowed, much to my husband's dismay.
b) ornaments are properly spaced and color coded to look 'randomly hung on the tree with great care'
c) must follow strict monochromatic dress code excluding the Faberge eggs my grandmother made forty years ago.

p.s.- any friend of mine does not have blue lights as part of their decor. If you have ignored this code of our friendship, we will not speak until Valentine's Day. I do this because I love.