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It’s Gotta Go Wednesday

October 19, 2011

Being on the board of a local organization means that I’m always looking for ways to help raise funds. The problem for us is that we are small beans, and unfortunately when it comes to fund-raising, it definitely takes money to make money.

Last night I was watching some lame reality t.v. They were showing the cast at a fundraising luncheon. The decor and spread were ridiculously over the top. This was just one of the many times that I’ve been really bothered about “fundraising” dinners and such. If people REALLY want to give, then why don’t they skip the whole pony show and just ask for donations rather than spending tens, if not hundreds, of thousands of dollars throwing a “party”?

I think I get it… because that defeats the purpose for many. If there isn’t a shin-dig of some sort, then they don’t get seen. If a tree falls in the forest but no one is there around, did it really make a sound? Philanthropy… if people don’t see how generous you are, and you don’t get your photo in the paper or your name up on a placard, did the donation really happen?

I guess I just wonder how much money could be actually be donated if the funds that were used to throw a big gala were part of that donation, what would that kind of money look like. Don’t get me wrong, there are plenty of legit and amazing fund-raisers that I am sure actually make a difference. The type I am talking about are the ones in which are over the top. I think it’s a little ironic when people gather to eat Foie Gras,  Filet Mignon and lovely champagne to raise money for the starving children in Africa, or to help pay for cancer treatments for the under privileged.

Donating for a good cause SHOULD be done because you genuinely want to help, not because it’s the social event of the month. And people who go to these events for the sake of showing their faces and proving how generous they are, to me, are just a step (if even) above media whores. Doing something for a photo op… it’s gotta go.

Not Ready

October 6, 2011

Last weekend we decided to take a drive up Big Cottonwood Canyon so the kids could check out where I work and have a nice picnic at Solitude.

The weather was beautiful and the changing leaves awesome. On the drive home, I talked to Greg about how much I enjoyed my commute to and from work. The scenery is unmatched.

This picture was taken last week:

This photo was taken just minutes ago from the door of my office:


If You Haven’t, You Should

June 13, 2011

If you’ve never seen this, you are missing out. Really.

It’s Gotta Go Wednesday

June 8, 2011

Just because you can doesn’t mean you should.

This statement applies to so many things, but this week, let’s talk clothing. And age. And appropriateness.

Now that I’ve hit the ripe old age of 36, I get it. That feeling of getting older but not really feeling older. I think I’m perpetually stuck at 28… mature, a mother, but still somewhat youthful. That being said, I don’t have a need to dress younger and younger to attempt to compensate for my increasing years.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not suggesting that women in their 30’s and above cover themselves from ankles to wrist, but I’ve noticed that sometimes in older women, the skirts keep getting shorter and the shirts lower and lower. Being sexy and showing a little skin is OK. In fact, I think a little “sexy” is good for every woman, but there is a fine, or not so fine, line between being sexy and looking ridiculous. Ladies, let’s keep it appropriate. AGE appropriate.

I don’t think that anyone loves the idea of getting old. But I don’t think anybody else loves the idea of seeing the ass cheeks of a middle-aged woman in a micro mini. Even if you can wear the clothing of your 12-year-old, and even if you’ve got the body for it, it doesn’t mean you should.

After 30, dressing like a stripper, a school girl, or like you’re going to a dominatrix costume party… it’s gotta go.

It’s Gotta Go Wednesday

April 6, 2011

Monday while grocery shopping, the kids needed a potty break. I always figure, when in Rome, right? After I had used the facilities, I of course washed my hands. As I was lathering up, a woman who had just used the bathroom came out of the stall and walked right out the door. Without washing her hands!

After refraining from vomiting and making sure the kids washed their hands, and using a paper towel to open the door, I continued shopping. As I went into the produce department, I noticed Mrs. Craphands squeezing the avocados an aisle away. Unfortunately, avocados happened to be on my *@*+! list.

Here’s where I get into how I KNOW it was a little irrational, and I MIGHT be slightly germ-a-phobic, and I realized that I could simply wash the fruit (HA! Yeah, I’m no dummy… I know avocados are fruits), but I couldn’t bring myself to touch them, let alone buy them. I guess I just have a subconscious thing that forces me to boycott food item that had been touched by someone I had just witness NOT wash their hands in a public bathroom. I have no problem with dirt (unless it’s on the kids shoes and I mopped the floor) from a “germ” standpoint… it’s the stuff like e coli and salmonella that I have issues with.

This is probably a good time to tell you this story: About 9 years ago, I started having some pretty intense stomach pain. I sort of just ignored it for a while, but then it just kept getting worse. One morning I was woken up because it hurt so bad. It was at that point that I decided to suck it up and go the ER. NOTE: Just to give you an idea of my pain tolerance levels… I didn’t take ANY pain medication after my c-section. NOTHING. OK, I’m going to skip all of the gory details because it would take forever, but after 1 week, many tests, and a bunch of pain pills, the cause of my pain was discovered. A lovely bacteria, called h-pylori (for short) had invaded my system, caused an ulcer (which we subsequently discovered was slowly bleeding. No WONDER I was always anemic and couldn’t donate blood). How is this bacteria transmitted, you ask? Through human feces. Yes, so somehow, somewhere, I ate food tainted with poop.

Now do you understand my issues with people not washing their hands after wiping their arse? And because I’m going type the next line in all caps, you know this is serious stuff. NOT WASHING YOUR HANDS AFTER GOING TO THE BATHROOM HAS GOT TO GO!

It’s Gotta Go Wednesday

March 16, 2011

Sunglasses… they are something I literally do not want to ever live without. Not because I look sooooo cool in them (which undoubtedly I do), but because my eyes are rather sensitive to sunlight. “People with a lighter eye color (mine are blue) may experience more light sensitivity in environments such as bright sunlight, because darker-colored eyes contain more pigment to protect against harsh lighting” – Vance Thompson, MD. See!!! It’s totally scientific and crap!

I am rarely outside without my shades, and I always have a few pairs in my car to make sure I have them on hand while driving. So you see, I am a true fan, lover, and worshiper of sunglasses. But the name, “SUNglasses”, should be the clue that they are meant to wear in times of sunlight.

When I walk indoors, the sunglasses come off and go into the purse. When I see people walking around inside, wearing their stupid sunglasses, I have a strong desire to hit them in the back of their heads with enough force to knock their stupid glasses off of their stupid eyes. And celebrities… is there something that happens genetically when a person reaches a certain social popularity that makes light, even dim lighting like you’d find in a club or bar, painful? Maybe light is a celebrities kryptonite.

Or do they think that they are SO incredibly superior that the general population is not worthy of viewing their god-like peepers?

Unless you have diagnosed Photophobia, are blind, or are really high and trying to hide it from your parents, please, do us all a favor (and really, help yourself by not looking like such a dip SHTICK) and take ’em off. Sunglasses in doors… it’s gotta go.

Binge and Purge

May 18, 2010

The last 30+ years has obviously (basd on our collection of “stuff”) been the binge, and the last 2 days, the purge. And it has been messy, but luckily not the type of purge that required a toilet :).

As seen in my previous installment, Friday and Saturday were days of construction, and Sunday was spent organizing the new shed as well as the garage. Yesterday, I brought the action indoors. A mad search for some documents lead me to look through every freaking piece of paper in all of our files. By “all” I mean everything from 1999 taxes to ear thermometer manuals. Between Greg and I, we have 3 2-drawer filing cabinets. One of them is Greg’s, and over the past year, I’ve sort of just ignored it. It’s hard enough going through your own papers, but filtering through someone elses… oh vey!

I did find the stupid piece of paper that I needed (go me!), and since I was already knee-deep in papers, I figured I’d just purge and properly organize everything. Older docs got boxed and are in storage. Paperwork of Greg and mine were merged and now live happily together in the appropriate folders and cabinets.

The office has now been moved into the laundry/storage room, and I’m actually really liking the way it’s turned out (I’m not sure Greg is as excited about it, but I’m sure he’ll come around). I was doing a bunch of work last night at his desk, and I thought the new setup was actually very comfortable. I think I actually prefer it to the old office. I put up shelf for our monster new professional photo printer, and set up the other new printer at Mr. N’s work station.

Also moved to its new spot are all of our weights. Yippy! The only thing left to do is move the treadmill (ugh) and the bike, and then I’ve got an empty slate in which to create Ian’s room.

Unfortunately (or is it fortunately?), I woke up this morning without a voice and my throat feels like I did about 12 shots of battery acid. It’s forced me to take it easy today, although I’ve done a butt load of laundry (that means a lot). I’m also doing some online searching/shopping for Ian’s room. I definitely think taking a little bit of a day off is what I need.

I am NOT a pack rat or collector of things, and I love when things are organized. It’s a wonderful feeling to have this part of our ongoing projects taken care of, as well as knowing that the amount of our collective (mostly Greg’s 😉 ) crap is being lessened. A weight off of our house and my chest.

Putting the Me In Awesome

May 16, 2010

Whoa… what a weekend.

Just over a week ago, after many different factors and numerous considerations, Greg and I decided to take our home off of the market. What this means for our family is that we’re here for AT LEAST another year, and probably more. So now we’ve switched gears into figuring out how to arrange things so that we’ll be most comfortable and in a way that will suit our needs.

It’s kind of a weird feeling, because for the last year we’ve been in this “sell sell sell” mindset. We’ve done TONS to prepare to list the house. But it’s also kind of a relief to not have the pressure of always having the house ready to show. Or to move. Or to get the kids settled into a new house and most likely school.

Now that we’re staying, we’ve decided to do a little shifting of children. Alex and Riley have been sharing a room, as well as Cooper and Ian. Emma has been the only child to have her own room. Now we’re going to move Ian into the office, Riley into Emma’s current room, and Emma in with Cooper in the biggest room. The twins are pretty excited to share a room together (I think Cooper is just sick of sharing with a bossy older brother 🙂 ), and we now have the fun saying, “they shared a womb, they can share a room”. Yep, I came up with that all on my own.

In combining two households, you realize how much crap you actually have! We rented a storage unit when we first got married, with the idea that we would move in a year or so and would only need to pay storage fees for a short time. A year and a half later (and more storage fees paid than I’d like to think about), somethings gotta change. After lots of walking around the yard, online shopping and research, and tons of measuring, I purchased a storage shed from Costco (yeah, membership just paid for 🙂 ). Because we have such a large car port, we decided to put the shed under it.

The shed was delivered last week, and I began “construction” on Friday. I had to level and prepare a foundation (which actually took probably 1/4 of the total build time), figure out how to remove a support pole for the car port roof, which ended up being a ROYAL pain in the butt, but figuring it out made me super excited. Then Friday and Saturday was spent building.

Don’t I look lovely? Yeah, it’s been two tough days.

Part of the bedroom switch situation (and another big reason for getting our own storage shed) is clearing out the office/workout room so that it can become Ian’s bedroom. Currently it has a computer desk, t.v., LARGE treadmill, weights, and a stationary bike. The plan is: we’ll get most of the stuff stored in the laundry room/storage room out and into the new storage unit, and move the office/workout room in to the laundry /storage room. My office is already there… yes, I was banished to the dungeon … and I know that with some good planning and creative organizing, it’ll work out well.

At the beginning shed building stages, Greg had concerns about being able to fit everything into the shed that we needed, but I was confident we would have plenty of room. After spending a good part of the morning and early afternoon filling the storage shed…ROOM TO SPARE. (That’ll teach you to ever question me! 😉 ). It’s so nice to have everything out of our storage unit AND most of the stuff out of the laundry room. The next few days will be filled with moving and organizing things in the new “office”. I hope to be ready to start planning out Ian’s new room (paint, bedding, needed furniture) by mid-week and begin painting and furnishing the next. He’s had the same sheets/comforter since he was 2 (he’s now 10), and I’m excited for him to have his own space as well as a more mature bedroom. And then we’ll move onto getting the other kids rooms ready and them settled.

It will also be nice to HOPEFULLY have some more calm and quiet bedtimes (since the girls will be separated). And now neither of them will be able to blame the other for the messy room :). I’m a little concerned about the Emma & Cooper room sharing, but they are both pretty laid back, so I think it should work out. I hope to have some pictures to share of the kids rooms within a month. More immediatley, I just want a massage!

Farewell Utah

February 4, 2010

Here’s a side note to my post before it’s even begun. Tuesday night we went to a broadway play, Avenue “Q” (thanks Mom & Dad). I didn’t have any idea what it was about but it was definitely NOT what I expected. It was HILARIOUS! And so incredibly raunchy and sexually charged that I was slightly mortified watching it with my parents and somewhat conservative sister and her hubby. I’ve seen my share of plays (my parents get season tickets to all the plays that come through the Capital and Kingsbury Hall), but this was unlike anything I had seen before. Many of the characters were puppets and yet still humans. So hard to explain, but for me it was like Sesame Street on ecstasy. Good times.

In other news, I’m off to a land of warm(er) delights this weekend. Arizona to be exact. The purpose is more business than pleasure, but I”ll do my damndest to squeeze as much pleasure out of the get away that I can . If I have anything to say about it, it’ll be a 25/75 split (pleasure being the later of course).

Courtesy of the foundation which I happen to sit on the board, we are really looking forward to this weekend. I shall partake in a much-anticipated spa resort massage while Greg gets to golf on an amazing course (who will host some big pro tourney the week after we leave. And yes, that is an actual picture of the golf course). Woo hoo!

All I need now is to 1) get over this stupid flu that decided to beotch slap me yesterday, 2) pack, and 3) leave the house relatively clean. And #3 is negotiable. The logistics of scheduling the kids whereabouts and care taking can be a little overwhelming, but I think it’s all figured out and I, for one, plan on taking this opportunity to relax. Tucson, HERE I COME!

Class Dismissed

October 26, 2009

Do not underestimate the power of a correctly spelled word or the proper use of punctuation.

I’m not saying that you need to start addressing me as “Professor”, because I’m sure a few things slip by me every now and again. But nothing detracts from an attempted statement like a simple spelling error. Even worse is a poorly written sentence or paragraph. You know the type of offenders I’m speaking of… people whose emails/letters seem to go on endlessly with nary a comma or period in sight. The ones who repeat themselves over and over and over and over again, saying the same thing in various ways without really saying anything. People, periods are your friend! And sometimes saying less is more (or at least it gives others less evidence that you’re not the sharpest knife in the drawer).

The likelihood is that not everyone out there in the world is your biggest fan. Try avoid proving to them that you are not just an a-hole, but are an ignorant a-hole as well.