10.20.2006
Existential 4-year old
On the way home from the gym the other day, Leah was quiet for a few minutes in the back seat of the car. All of the sudden she said, "I think we are made of paper." PAUSE, Pause, pause: "and this is all a dream."
I remember having similar feelings when I was young----I was convinced that I was the only person really alive, and everyone else was just robots . . . convinced for only a few minutes, but effected nonetheless. This was when I was probably 10. Is not four a little young for this existential skepticism?
Either way, I thought it was freaking hilarious and called jon on my cell phone immediately.
*****Random annoyance: Every time I type an apostrophe, I get this weird "search" bar. Notice I used no apostrophes in this post. Why in the hail is this happening?
I remember having similar feelings when I was young----I was convinced that I was the only person really alive, and everyone else was just robots . . . convinced for only a few minutes, but effected nonetheless. This was when I was probably 10. Is not four a little young for this existential skepticism?
Either way, I thought it was freaking hilarious and called jon on my cell phone immediately.
*****Random annoyance: Every time I type an apostrophe, I get this weird "search" bar. Notice I used no apostrophes in this post. Why in the hail is this happening?
10.17.2006
life is good
no reason in particular. just an overall feeling of contentment. man, i love contentment. i especially love enduring contentment.
things i'm happy about:
*i love my smudgy cakes kids. i know i have been honest about how they drive me nutso sometimes. now i must be honest about how they make me so happy~ giz is in such a great phase...i think 9 mos to 19 months was possibly her most unsavory phase. let's hope. she is saying so many words: "ba ba"=drink, "obby"=sorry, "day do"=thank you, "ide"=outside or inside, whichever one she isn't at the moment, "peee"=please. happy am i for a girl who can speak. leah is more of a sweethearted girl than ever. i overheard her telling giz: "it's okay my little sweety, i'll help you." i'm holding my breath that things stay this delightful for some time to come!
*i made a really tasty dinner tonite: vegetarian chili, cornbread muffins, apple crisp.
*i love the holidays, and they're starting.
*i feel super duper fulfilled by darlybird (the other darlybird). my mind is always thinking of new ideas, and that is so much fun.
*i got a pronk blouse this weekend (the beautiful blouse). love it!
*perfect weather. highs in the mid 70s. morning chill.
*fall leaves. i even snagged a few when i was in utah briefly; i took them home, pressed flat in my purse, and now they are decorating various areas of my home.
*giz wants me to read to her. i'm a happy mom.
things i'm happy about:
*i love my smudgy cakes kids. i know i have been honest about how they drive me nutso sometimes. now i must be honest about how they make me so happy~ giz is in such a great phase...i think 9 mos to 19 months was possibly her most unsavory phase. let's hope. she is saying so many words: "ba ba"=drink, "obby"=sorry, "day do"=thank you, "ide"=outside or inside, whichever one she isn't at the moment, "peee"=please. happy am i for a girl who can speak. leah is more of a sweethearted girl than ever. i overheard her telling giz: "it's okay my little sweety, i'll help you." i'm holding my breath that things stay this delightful for some time to come!
*i made a really tasty dinner tonite: vegetarian chili, cornbread muffins, apple crisp.
*i love the holidays, and they're starting.
*i feel super duper fulfilled by darlybird (the other darlybird). my mind is always thinking of new ideas, and that is so much fun.
*i got a pronk blouse this weekend (the beautiful blouse). love it!
*perfect weather. highs in the mid 70s. morning chill.
*fall leaves. i even snagged a few when i was in utah briefly; i took them home, pressed flat in my purse, and now they are decorating various areas of my home.
*giz wants me to read to her. i'm a happy mom.
10.15.2006
My Man Is 30
Jonnie Won-tonnie is 30 bo-birty! And I love him because:
--He's going grey like me. But men with receding grey hair are sexy. Women with receding grey hair are not.
--He's super-duper motivated. When he decides he wants something, he works his booty off to get it. And I'm not talking material possessions; I mean publications, jobs, etc. And he doesn't let insecurities hinder him one bit! I mean, how is that humanly possible? Amazing.
--I used to think I was smarter than him, but I'm not. I just have a better memory and have a better guessing strategy at standardized tests. And who cares about that? I told this to him at his birthday fondue party last night as we all went around the circle and told him things we loved about him (a birthday tradition inspired by a certain Zach, which we love and have adopted. Jon was giddy after hearing all of the great things about him, and who wouldn't be? This morning, I decided that I needed a little extra lovin', so I asked him, "What would you have said to me if it was my birthday?" That's kind of a pathetic way to get reassurance, but it worked). I think he took the whole smart thing as a compliment. He was a wanderer when we got married (still is a bit of ramblin' boy) and had no clue what he wanted to do with his life. Now he knows exactly what he wants, and he's getting it. Better than I can say for myself. BRAVO!
--He's an amazing father. He loves his chicas and plays with them, jumps on the trampoline with them, takes them for walks, bathes them, does everything with them. He even took Leah climbing yesterday. They have plans to go to the jungle when she's 8. I'm sure it will happen.
--He is a great husband. He understands my needs and really supports me in what I need. I'm a pretty feisty cookie, so it's no easy feat. But he wins the Oscar for BEST SUPPORTING HUSBAND.
and that's not all.....but I don't want to make him too conceited---it would ruin his other fabulous quality, which happens to be humility. (Let's just say he worked at Burger Supreme when I met him -- and when he first asked me out on the night we met, he asked me if I'd pick him up since he didn't have a car . . . loved it even though I thought it was a bit kooky!)
--He's going grey like me. But men with receding grey hair are sexy. Women with receding grey hair are not.
--He's super-duper motivated. When he decides he wants something, he works his booty off to get it. And I'm not talking material possessions; I mean publications, jobs, etc. And he doesn't let insecurities hinder him one bit! I mean, how is that humanly possible? Amazing.
--I used to think I was smarter than him, but I'm not. I just have a better memory and have a better guessing strategy at standardized tests. And who cares about that? I told this to him at his birthday fondue party last night as we all went around the circle and told him things we loved about him (a birthday tradition inspired by a certain Zach, which we love and have adopted. Jon was giddy after hearing all of the great things about him, and who wouldn't be? This morning, I decided that I needed a little extra lovin', so I asked him, "What would you have said to me if it was my birthday?" That's kind of a pathetic way to get reassurance, but it worked). I think he took the whole smart thing as a compliment. He was a wanderer when we got married (still is a bit of ramblin' boy) and had no clue what he wanted to do with his life. Now he knows exactly what he wants, and he's getting it. Better than I can say for myself. BRAVO!
--He's an amazing father. He loves his chicas and plays with them, jumps on the trampoline with them, takes them for walks, bathes them, does everything with them. He even took Leah climbing yesterday. They have plans to go to the jungle when she's 8. I'm sure it will happen.
--He is a great husband. He understands my needs and really supports me in what I need. I'm a pretty feisty cookie, so it's no easy feat. But he wins the Oscar for BEST SUPPORTING HUSBAND.
and that's not all.....but I don't want to make him too conceited---it would ruin his other fabulous quality, which happens to be humility. (Let's just say he worked at Burger Supreme when I met him -- and when he first asked me out on the night we met, he asked me if I'd pick him up since he didn't have a car . . . loved it even though I thought it was a bit kooky!)
10.04.2006
MUST RECORD
I keep telling myself that I've got to write down the crazy things Leah's been saying to me lately. And I keep not doing it. So this is where it's gonna be, because I don't think I'll take the time to hand write in my journal/notebook:
*Her: "Mom, I don't want a little sister any more. I want a big sister."
Me: "Why?"
Her: "Because little sisters are such a problem. Like, Giz is just so difficult."
UPDATE: That was one week ago and today Leah told me, "Mom, I love Giz. She isn't difficult any more."
*Leah was a little jealous of me working on Darlybird. So she decided to set up a shop in her playroom. She stole a few darlybird products and got busy "selling." She came into the office and said, "Mom, will you please get me my castrator?" "WHAT?" "You know, my castrator! It's for my shop!" (Like duh!) I followed her into the toy room, extremely perplexed, and she pointed up to her vintage Fisher Price cash register, complete with hockey-puck-like coins. (Did you have one, too?) I was thrilled that this was the castrator and not something more sinister.
*Her: "Mom, does Pocahontas live in the Spirit World?"
Me: "Yes, she probably does."
Her: "And what about John Smith."
Me: "Yep."
Her: "And what about that other dead guy."
Me: "What dead guy?"
Her: "You know, the one on t.v."
Me: "No, I really DON'T know."
PAUSE PAUSE PAUSE
Her: "OH YEAH! Mr. Roger [singular....] You know, Mr. Roger, that dead guy."
Me: "Yes, Mr. Roger and Pocahontas and John Smith are in the spirit world."
Her: "Can we please go visit them?"
Me: "Not today."
note: She's never watched Mr. Rogers.
Dang it! There are a few more, but I've already forgotten.
*Her: "Mom, I don't want a little sister any more. I want a big sister."
Me: "Why?"
Her: "Because little sisters are such a problem. Like, Giz is just so difficult."
UPDATE: That was one week ago and today Leah told me, "Mom, I love Giz. She isn't difficult any more."
*Leah was a little jealous of me working on Darlybird. So she decided to set up a shop in her playroom. She stole a few darlybird products and got busy "selling." She came into the office and said, "Mom, will you please get me my castrator?" "WHAT?" "You know, my castrator! It's for my shop!" (Like duh!) I followed her into the toy room, extremely perplexed, and she pointed up to her vintage Fisher Price cash register, complete with hockey-puck-like coins. (Did you have one, too?) I was thrilled that this was the castrator and not something more sinister.
*Her: "Mom, does Pocahontas live in the Spirit World?"
Me: "Yes, she probably does."
Her: "And what about John Smith."
Me: "Yep."
Her: "And what about that other dead guy."
Me: "What dead guy?"
Her: "You know, the one on t.v."
Me: "No, I really DON'T know."
PAUSE PAUSE PAUSE
Her: "OH YEAH! Mr. Roger [singular....] You know, Mr. Roger, that dead guy."
Me: "Yes, Mr. Roger and Pocahontas and John Smith are in the spirit world."
Her: "Can we please go visit them?"
Me: "Not today."
note: She's never watched Mr. Rogers.
Dang it! There are a few more, but I've already forgotten.
9.19.2006
Reunited and it feels so good....
You may have already read about my weekend, which was divine by the way, but that's okay. I can't let it go without at least a few comments.
I have the very fortunate circumstance of having some best friends who have stayed with me from the high school days up till (and beyond---like eternity?) our 30th birthdays. So I had the wise idea that we should all meet somewhere and celebrate together. No appendages, just "BORG" as we aptly call ourselves. (Imagine me explaining the nickname to my 80-something grandparents . . . interesting. And I don't even like Star Trek, so I have no real experience with the other borg. We are the only true and living borg.)
Wow. So much has happened since we were somewhat (but only somewhat) nerdy and naive (at least of a few of us were terribly so). It's so amazing that no matter how long it's been since we last talked into the wee hours, we pick up right where we left off . . . like nothing's transpired since age 18. But so much has.
Favorite weekend highlights:
*Nearly peeing my pants (stress incontinence is a terrible thing) from laughing so hard at the pictures Becca compiled. (Particular favorites:1. Becca and me in front of the Eiffel Tower the summer before our senior year. We both looked like flaming hippies. Why didn't someone tell me to get a haircut? 2. Bad hairday picture of campout and horseback riding at Kodachrome Basin after freshman year of college. I look exactly like Billy Crystal from "City Slickers." Frightening. 3. Lindy slumped over the door of her engine-just-got-fried Subaru on our epic trip to see the Indigo Girls in Portland in the summer of '95, right after the repairman (with porno calendars hung up in the garage) stole her Lemonator Slurpee----why would anyone take a Slurpee from a sobbing 19-year old who just fried her engine 800 miles from home? 4. Wedding pictures from 3 of 5 of our weddings. ) I can't believe where I've been with these amazing women. And that's just the beginning of it.
*Eating at least a pound of chocolate covered cinnamon bears. (And that was just me.) Don't even get me started on the pecan bars and lemon bars that my mom sent with us, along with the cutest card about how much THE BORG has brought to her life.
*Obligatory sex talk. Enough said.
*Massages. Mine was awesome. Sorry Becca.
*Sleeping in. No kids!! No obligations!!
*Fabulous fresh food. (Gazpacho, fruit, salad, the most amazing salsa on the planet. Lindy, I NEED the recipe. I'll post it here for all to see, because it truly is the best salsa I've ever had.)
*Walk up South Fork Canyon in place of church on Sunday. I honestly couldn't justify being at church when I had so much to catch up on, and so little time to do it in. And I think God understands because he loves the Borg.
*Fooseball domination (go Chi and Eroo!) complete with the age-old victory dance and song, which we haven't done for at least 7 years, but still remembered . . .
*Projects. We all left with some rather amazing bracelets and earrings. We are crafty ladies.
I also LOVED seeing my family in the few spare moments. I got to go to Zinn Bistro in SLC (33rd South) with my mom and s-i-l before meeting up with Borgies. Let's just say they bring you the most delish basket full of pastries/rolls/croissants/other earthly delights BEFORE the meal. That makes it number one in my book. I hardly ate my meal because I had eaten about 5 pastries--no joke--before. We also had the annual chili and cinnamon roll dinner at the Squaw Peak lookout on Sunday night. I love the tradition, but haven't been around to enjoy it for 7 years. By the way, the leaves are gorgeous right now. I snagged a few and put them in my purse. Fall has arrived somewhere.
I came home a very rejuvenated mother/wife. That lasted for a few hours until Giz awoke in a raunchy mood from her nap and Leah told me I was so mean because I don't even remember why. But I know they love me and missed me. And I love and missed them, too. And don't forget the Jonnie---I missed him just enough.
We're talking an Enchanted April for our 40th.
I have the very fortunate circumstance of having some best friends who have stayed with me from the high school days up till (and beyond---like eternity?) our 30th birthdays. So I had the wise idea that we should all meet somewhere and celebrate together. No appendages, just "BORG" as we aptly call ourselves. (Imagine me explaining the nickname to my 80-something grandparents . . . interesting. And I don't even like Star Trek, so I have no real experience with the other borg. We are the only true and living borg.)
Wow. So much has happened since we were somewhat (but only somewhat) nerdy and naive (at least of a few of us were terribly so). It's so amazing that no matter how long it's been since we last talked into the wee hours, we pick up right where we left off . . . like nothing's transpired since age 18. But so much has.
Favorite weekend highlights:
*Nearly peeing my pants (stress incontinence is a terrible thing) from laughing so hard at the pictures Becca compiled. (Particular favorites:1. Becca and me in front of the Eiffel Tower the summer before our senior year. We both looked like flaming hippies. Why didn't someone tell me to get a haircut? 2. Bad hairday picture of campout and horseback riding at Kodachrome Basin after freshman year of college. I look exactly like Billy Crystal from "City Slickers." Frightening. 3. Lindy slumped over the door of her engine-just-got-fried Subaru on our epic trip to see the Indigo Girls in Portland in the summer of '95, right after the repairman (with porno calendars hung up in the garage) stole her Lemonator Slurpee----why would anyone take a Slurpee from a sobbing 19-year old who just fried her engine 800 miles from home? 4. Wedding pictures from 3 of 5 of our weddings. ) I can't believe where I've been with these amazing women. And that's just the beginning of it.
*Eating at least a pound of chocolate covered cinnamon bears. (And that was just me.) Don't even get me started on the pecan bars and lemon bars that my mom sent with us, along with the cutest card about how much THE BORG has brought to her life.
*Obligatory sex talk. Enough said.
*Massages. Mine was awesome. Sorry Becca.
*Sleeping in. No kids!! No obligations!!
*Fabulous fresh food. (Gazpacho, fruit, salad, the most amazing salsa on the planet. Lindy, I NEED the recipe. I'll post it here for all to see, because it truly is the best salsa I've ever had.)
*Walk up South Fork Canyon in place of church on Sunday. I honestly couldn't justify being at church when I had so much to catch up on, and so little time to do it in. And I think God understands because he loves the Borg.
*Fooseball domination (go Chi and Eroo!) complete with the age-old victory dance and song, which we haven't done for at least 7 years, but still remembered . . .
*Projects. We all left with some rather amazing bracelets and earrings. We are crafty ladies.
I also LOVED seeing my family in the few spare moments. I got to go to Zinn Bistro in SLC (33rd South) with my mom and s-i-l before meeting up with Borgies. Let's just say they bring you the most delish basket full of pastries/rolls/croissants/other earthly delights BEFORE the meal. That makes it number one in my book. I hardly ate my meal because I had eaten about 5 pastries--no joke--before. We also had the annual chili and cinnamon roll dinner at the Squaw Peak lookout on Sunday night. I love the tradition, but haven't been around to enjoy it for 7 years. By the way, the leaves are gorgeous right now. I snagged a few and put them in my purse. Fall has arrived somewhere.
I came home a very rejuvenated mother/wife. That lasted for a few hours until Giz awoke in a raunchy mood from her nap and Leah told me I was so mean because I don't even remember why. But I know they love me and missed me. And I love and missed them, too. And don't forget the Jonnie---I missed him just enough.
We're talking an Enchanted April for our 40th.
8.31.2006
A few items:
1. My awesome sister Susannah just launched her clothing line at www.pronkstyle.com. I know I mentioned this before, but just wanted to reiterate and give some new info. Basically, her clothing is ultra fine---the fabrics are imported from London and are pretty much exquisite to look at and touch. She was going to sell her first collection in little posh boutiques, but decided that in order to do that, her clothing would be very expensive, and well out of the range of most budgets. So she decided to market and sell the clothing on her own for about half the price of what the items would go for in boutiques. When her pattern maker and others from the industry have seen her clothing, they all tell her that it should be in the $200-$300 range per item. So, considering the hand embroidery, the fabulous design and fit of each item, and the amazing fabrics, their ~$100 price range is quite a steal. And it is really cool because she is using an amazing women-owned-and-run factory in Madagascar. It is definitely not a sweatshop.
2. Darlybird has a few new items. Not that that's a big deal. And I'll be adding some great stained glass necklaces and new vintage jewelry in the very near future. But, I am interested in expanding to include more items made by moms at home. This is kind of an intriguing genre for me---I see amazing handmade things made by women who have little kids---and they do it in every spare moment that they can muster. (That's how I have always been. A project or two or three on the back burner, and as soon as nap time comes around, I'm OFF to start my project.) So if you have something that you think fits into the Darlybird genre, send me an email at rachel@darlybird.com. I always love to see new things.
3. What do you do to keep track of your keys? Such a random question, yes, but I lose mine everyday and I'm about ready to cry, get my license revoked, or have them somehow surgically implanted . . . I NEED HELP!
2. Darlybird has a few new items. Not that that's a big deal. And I'll be adding some great stained glass necklaces and new vintage jewelry in the very near future. But, I am interested in expanding to include more items made by moms at home. This is kind of an intriguing genre for me---I see amazing handmade things made by women who have little kids---and they do it in every spare moment that they can muster. (That's how I have always been. A project or two or three on the back burner, and as soon as nap time comes around, I'm OFF to start my project.) So if you have something that you think fits into the Darlybird genre, send me an email at rachel@darlybird.com. I always love to see new things.
3. What do you do to keep track of your keys? Such a random question, yes, but I lose mine everyday and I'm about ready to cry, get my license revoked, or have them somehow surgically implanted . . . I NEED HELP!
8.30.2006
Not that you care,
but the "Master of Light" aka "Painter of Light" isn't so light afterall . . . I've always deplored his work. And now I have an excuse to shout about it.
8.29.2006
I promised myself
that I would not do any canning (as in produce in glass jars) this summer/fall. Not because I don't like the process, not because I don't love the outcome, but because I've been super-duper busy and I didn't want to add another task to my list.
But today I happened to be near my favorite spot in the whole wide world, Pedrick Produce. Folks, this is no Eiffel Tower, no Cinque Terra---it's just a big un-cozy metal quanset hut (sp?) that holds some of the best fresh produce in the world. So I decided to stop in really quickly, just to get a little bag of nectarines and maybe a basket of strawberries---mushrooms, cilantro?
And I left with 50 lbs of peaches, 25 lbs of Roma tomatoes, and tons of assorted gems from earth's bounty. And a huge hope that Jon wouldn't recoil when I told him that he was going to be involved in my big Labor Day weekend project. I called him immediately on the way home---and HE'S IN!
But today I happened to be near my favorite spot in the whole wide world, Pedrick Produce. Folks, this is no Eiffel Tower, no Cinque Terra---it's just a big un-cozy metal quanset hut (sp?) that holds some of the best fresh produce in the world. So I decided to stop in really quickly, just to get a little bag of nectarines and maybe a basket of strawberries---mushrooms, cilantro?
And I left with 50 lbs of peaches, 25 lbs of Roma tomatoes, and tons of assorted gems from earth's bounty. And a huge hope that Jon wouldn't recoil when I told him that he was going to be involved in my big Labor Day weekend project. I called him immediately on the way home---and HE'S IN!
8.21.2006
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