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The Wait Is Over

2010-06-28T21:38:00.000-07:00

Well, yesterday brought the end of my winning streak. It's okay. I can handle defeat when I know I fought a good fight. But what can I say? I'm but a mere mortal. No one can stave off the bishop forever.

For the last 8.5 years, I have not spoken in church. Now, before you get up in arms about the universe being cruel and unusual, I HAVE spent nearly the entirety of that time with at least 2 callings, one of which has ALWAYS been playing the cursed, cold, unfeeling, beastly organ. I always thought it my "Get Outta Jail Free" card. However, having to play the organ AND speak on the same day??? More like being tried for the same crime twice. ;0)

I've known exactly what I was to speak on long before I got the invitation: Doctrine & Covenants 122:7, wherein the Lord tells the imprisoned Joseph Smith, “Know thou, my son, that all these things shall give thee experience, and shall be for thy good.”

Basically, I spoke on Learning Through Adversity.

**DISCLAIMER: This is only about 2/3 of it...I have just a smidge too much self-respect to put my nerdy, feeble attempts at jokes in the actual document...It was WAAAY funnier in person, but don't take my word for it...;0)***

Signed, Levar Burton.

(Ahh. Who doesn't love a good Reading Rainbow reference? No one? Oh. Okay then. Moving on...)

Since we were teeny, tiny mini-Mormons, throwin' down over the coveted nursery dumptruck, we've been taught life’s two purposes: 1) Gain a body and 2) Be tested.

If you're reading this blog today (arguably against your better judgment), put a big, red Sharpie checkmark by 1. No church talk required, there. ;0)

During PA school, sometime around the day I officially lost the ability to spell and the day I had a nervous breakdown in front of my program director and almost cried crocodile tears in front of him, I had an epiphany:

LIFE IS LIKE SCHOOL.

It is:
o New and scary.

We'll have:
o Favorite subjects and places we excel,
o Difficult subjects that make us cry into our textbook,

We'll:
o Make friends, lose friends, gain friends (hopefully a net gain, there!),
o Endure finals week, questioning whether our bodies will withstand the pressure for one more nanosecond,

And then we're graced with:
o Sparse vacation periods, when we're at one with world because for the first time in recollection, we're not studying.

But no one's exempt from:
o Really difficult times, that feel like we're switching schools, starting all over again, shaking the very foundation of who we are…which are part of everyone’s life, but hard nonetheless.

And it wouldn't make much sense to show up on the first day of high school and, right there on the spot, take the tests to get our diploma, now would it? Yeah, didn't think so.

So, if the sum of life is a test, how can we get passing grades?...or at least stay out of principal’s office...

One of my favorite quotes is, “The more I learn, the more I know I don’t know anything.” After "completing" (...haha...funny how loosely a term can be used...) 88.5 credits in the past year, I know but one thing: how to be a student.

So, I spelled out the necessary steps! (...as some general authorities and various prophets see it, anyway...)

How can we succeed in school of life?

Step #1: Come to class...and stay awake.

David A. Bednar stated, “You and I are here on the earth to prepare for eternity, to learn how to learn, to learn things that are temporally important and eternally essential, and to assist others in learning wisdom and truth.”

The best way to make sure you get adequate exposure to all the subject material that will be on the test is to come to church. Come to sacrament meeting. Stay for gospel doctrine, relief society and priesthood meetings. Cultivate a habit. Get to the point where it feels uncomfortable to miss a Sunday of church. If you’re one of our precious and remarkable youth, come to mutual. Attend seminary. Everyone, participate in other church activities wherever possible: it’s like extra credit. Come to church: your kids will always remember your faithfulness. Weekly attendance can only benefit your spiritual comprehension and improve your celestial GPA. Plus we like you and want to see you here.

Gordon B. Hinckley encourages us, “These are the great days of your preparation for your future work. Do not waste them. Take advantage of them. Cram your heads full of knowledge. Assimilate it. Think about it. Let it become a part of you.” I believe he instructed us to do so because, as Brigham Young said, “We are in the school [of mortality] and keep learning, and we do not expect to cease learning while we live on earth; and when we pass through the veil, we expect still to continue to learn and increase our fund of information...we are not capacitated to receive all knowledge at once. We must therefore receive a little here and a little there. We might ask, when shall we cease to learn? I will give you my opinion about it: never, never.”

Step #2: Choose good study-buddies.

There are all kinds of people on this Earth. We need to seek out those that are healthy for us. Neal A. Maxwell very astutely warned us of those, stating, “Such people know they should have their primary residence in Zion, but they still hope to keep a summer cottage in Babylon.” Choose carefully the kind of people you want to surround yourself with, and choose the kind of person YOU want to be accordingly! Be friends with people who make you feel like the best version of yourself, and BE that kind of friend to others. Surround yourself with people who will buoy you up, and watch out for those more like an anchor.

And when it comes to our eternal study-buddy, it’s even more critical to choose wisely. A bazillion different factors come into play when we choose whom we want to trek through life with, and how to choose a mate is another church talk altogether. However, the one key element is to pray for answers. If we are living righteously and we pray before we plunge, the swim will be more leisurely.

Gordon B. Hinckley instructed us, “Be worthy of the mate you choose. Respect him or her. Give encouragement to him or her. Love your companion with all your heart. This will be the most important decision of your life, the individual whom you marry. Be fiercely loyal one to another. A good marriage requires time. It requires effort. You have to work at it. You have to cultivate it. You have to forgive and forget.

Remember Spencer W. Kimball’s insightful challenge, “Don’t just pray to marry the one you love; instead, pray to love the one you marry.”

Gordon B Hinckley once quoted Deseret News columnist Jenkin Lloyd Jones, who observed, “There seems to be a superstition among many thousands of our young . . . that marriage is a cottage surrounded by perpetual hollyhocks, to which a perpetually young and handsome husband comes home to a perpetually young and beautiful wife. When the hollyhocks wither and boredom and bills appear, the divorce courts are jammed. . . . Life is like an old-time rail journey–delays, sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders, and jolts interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling bursts of speed. The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride.”

Step #3: Read the textbook.

We need to read the scriptures. We simply cannot learn all that we need to know if we neglect scripture study. (Gordon B. Hinckley – Life’s Obligations) “We’ve been instructed in Doctrine and Covenants 88:118 to “seek ye out of the best books words of wisdom” and to acquire knowledge “by study and also by faith.”

We’ve also been taught that “whatever principle of intelligence we attain unto in this life, it will rise with us in the resurrection.” (D&C 130:18.)

With regard to learning from the scriptures, Gordon B. Hinckley remarked, “The older I grow, the more I enjoy the words of thoughtful writers, ancient and modern, and the savoring of that which they have written.”

If we really thought about it – if we studied prayerfully and sought the personal implications of what we’re reading in the scriptures – we’d realize that there’s NOTHING we can go through that someone didn’t go through in the scriptures. Of course, our struggles might have a modern twist, but the principle is the same. Heed the advice of those who have gone before. When they all tell you the value of a mighty change of heart, realize that your own “mighty change of heart” can help you overcome whatever you’re struggling with right now, in 2010, in these painfully modern lives of ours.

Stanley G. Ellis of the Seventy admonished, “The scriptures warn us that not knowing is not an excuse for not doing. The Lord expects us to inquire, study, and act—even though there are some things we may never know in this life.” The point of such studying is that in working hard to gratefully glean all the life lessons we can from the scriptures, our Heavenly Father will see that we can handle further knowledge, and He’ll give us more.

Step 4#: Do your homework.

This is where I pitch serving in the nursery. Ten years ago, I turned 18 and got my first church calling – in nursery. I’ve been in a primary calling 9 out of the last 10 years. I’d be lying if I said there’s never a time I miss being a Sabbath day grown-up, but I have a strong testimony of callings, even the ones I hated at first, and some of my most spiritual experiences have come while being taught by your kids.

Accept callings. They’re callings, not requests. Each calling you take, especially when you feel totally unqualified, will expand your abilities, broaden your horizons, bring you new friends, teach you a greater appreciation for others, increase your love of the Lord, and make you more like Him. President Hinckley said it best: “There is no small or unimportant calling in this Church. Serve wherever you are called to serve. Do what you are asked to do. Every position you hold will add to your capacity. Make room for the Church in your life.”

Step #5: Keep track of your grades.

In the school of life, we all have solid semesters, and some semesters we just blame on life. We are mortals. Sometimes we stumble. Sometimes we fall. And sometimes, we have what feels like a head-on collision with a train. Though these simple truths don’t justify or excuse poor choices, they help remind us of why we need to forgive ourselves and exhaust our efforts to improve ourselves. When you’ve painted yourself into a corner, remember how that corner felt and what got you there, and commit to never paint in that pattern…or simply abandon the painting profession altogether.

There will be, if there haven’t been already, times in life where you wonder, “Why is this happening to me?” God designed us to learn best and remember most vividly from painful experiences. Science has proven that each time we learn something new, the new info cycles in a region in our brains called the hippocampus, and it’s laid down into permanent memory while we sleep. In contrast, experiences that are especially challenging and emotionally charged are stored in a different area called the amygdala, and there it becomes stored forever and is much more easily provoked and recalled in detail. Why would God give us multiple pathways for life’s information if some lessons weren’t more important than others? We must learn the lessons of life’s pain and use our stumbling blocks as stepping stones. Jeffrey R. Holland reassures us, “God doesn’t care nearly as much about where you have been as He does about where you are and, with His help, where you are willing to go.”

Step #6: Take notes.

Perhaps the best way to remind ourselves where we’ve been and where we’re going is to write it down. Brothers and sisters, journal. We’ve been commanded to do it. It is cathartic. It helps us organize our thoughts. It gives us something to reflect on. It can remind us what we’ve been through so we don’t have to learn hard lessons in perpetuity. Some of our greatest epiphanies can be found in the scribblings of our own journals...and it’s good to be reminded of what got you through...and that you DID, indeed, get through.

Step #7: Don’t disrupt your classmates.

Much to some people’s surprise and displeasure, we ARE here on Earth with other people. Like it or not, we must interact with others, and the possible outcomes of those interactions are infinite. There’s a reason we call each other “brother” and “sister:” we are an Earthly FAMILY. That means we’ll have history and drama, good memories and bad, some siblings we wish we could bunk with and stay up all night with giggling and sharing our worlds, and other siblings we can’t legally divorce fast enough.

When we have a bad experience with one of our siblings, may we remember how our older brother loves us ALL and listen to Jeffrey R. Holland’s advice, when he said, “I plead with you not to dwell on days now gone, nor to yearn vainly for yesterdays, however good those yesterdays may have been. The past is to be learned from but not lived in. We look back to claim the embers from glowing experiences but not the ashes. And when we have learned what we need to learn and have brought with us the best that we have experienced, then we look ahead.”

He goes on, “When something is over and done with, when it has been repented of as fully as it can be repented of, when life has moved on as it should and a lot of other wonderfully good things have happened since then, it is not right to go back and open some ancient wound that the Son of God Himself died to heal. Let people repent. Let people grow. Believe that people can change and improve. Is that faith? Yes! Is that hope? Yes! Is that charity? Yes! Above all, it is charity, the pure love of Christ.”

He continues, “If something is buried in the past, leave it buried. Don’t keep going back with your little sand pail and beach shovel to dig it up, wave it around, and then throw it at someone, saying, “Hey! Do you remember this?” Splat! Well, guess what? That is probably going to result in some ugly morsel being dug up out of your landfill with the reply, “Yeah, I remember it. Do you remember this?” Splat. And soon enough everyone comes out of that exchange dirty and muddy and unhappy and hurt, when what our Father in Heaven pleads for is cleanliness and kindness and happiness and healing.”

Doctrine and Covenants 58:42 reminds us, “He who has repented of his sins, the same is forgiven, and I, the Lord, remember them no more.”

President Holland concludes, “Like the Anti-Nephi-Lehies of the Book of Mormon, bury your weapons of war and leave them buried. Forgive and do that which is sometimes harder than to forgive: forget. And when it comes to mind again, forget it again.”

Step #8: Get a tutor.

One thing I’m truly, deeply passionate about is learning from others. Just as I said about the scriptures, there is nothing we can go through that someone else hasn’t gone through in a similar degree.

If we could see into people’s past experiences, we would find that there are people all around who know very well, if not exactly, what we’re going through. Too often during our struggles, we feel completely and utterly alone on this Earth. It’s during these times that we can and should look to others for help, comfort, advice and understanding. I promise you that no matter what you’re going through, there is someone who can help you better cope. And when your burden is one you must bear in silence, and these are usually the heaviest burdens, this is when we learn to be more sensitive to others and more reliant on the Lord for our deliverance.

Step #9: Ask the teacher for help.

President Dieter F. Uchtdorf recently instructed, “We need to stay close to the Lord every day if we are to survive the adversity that we all must face.” No one knows us better than our Heavenly Father and our elder brother, Jesus Christ. No one knows us – our joy, our pain, the sum of our existence – better than those two. When we feel like we have nowhere else to turn, to THEM is precisely where we should be turning, whether through scriptures, prayer, temple attendance, or simple meditation. Through the still small voice, we are never truly alone.

So many people love to say, “Life is a Journey.” I disagree. Life is NOT a journey...life is a TRIP! There are lessons that can be learned no other way than by being mortal. That’s why we’re here! It’s not always fun or easy or even comfortable, but it is part of the process, and it always has been the plan. We should do our best to pay close attention to the experiences we’re having and the lessons they offer us. Some lessons come through routine life experiences. Some lessons come through the consequences to our actions. And some lessons come through no fault of our own, wherein we feel like we’re just in the wrong place at the wrong time…or the unluckiest person on the planet. However, how our lessons come to us is nowhere near as important as WHAT we learn from them…and, on a larger scale, IF we learn from them at all.

Again, in the words of the Lord as He is speaking peace to Joseph Smith’s soul in Liberty Jail, “If the billowing surge conspire against thee; if fierce winds become thine enemy; if the heavens gather blackness, and all the elements combine to hedge up the way; and above all, if the very jaws of hell shall gape open the mouth wide after, know thou, my son, that all these things shall give the experience, and shall be for thy good. Therefore, hold on thy way….Fear not what man can do, for God shall be with you forever and ever.”

In closing, life may be more easily viewed if we think of it like the Arizona monsoons. Some years we’re kissed by the sunshine nearly every day and we think a little rain might spice things up a bit. Other years, sprinkles come and go, but never enough to even form a puddle we can splash in. Some years, monsoon season hits when we expect it, and we do our best to wear waterproof shoes and keep an umbrella in the car, or at least have good windshield wipers. And occasionally, a year comes along that brings seemingly relentless monsoon storms in the most bizarre and unusual seasons, with nighttime thunder that continues into daytime cloud-cover and ambient gray that just won’t quit. But when the sky seems set on being the boss of us, we should remember what lies just above the apparent ominous layer of gray…crystal blue skies, with white, billowing clouds and an infinite view that God himself designed and intended us to keep in our perspective. No matter how hard that flimsy, lowest, gray layer of sky intends to pour down on us, just above it, it’s always blue.

And then I bore my testimony...that I know the Church is true. I know that Jesus is the Christ and our savior. I know that the scriptures are the word of God. I know that Joseph Smith, Thomas S. Monson, and all other prophets, latter-day and ancient, are true and inspired men of God.

Aaaaand if you need me, I'll be lounging in a hammock for another 8.5 years... ;0)

PA School is Rough...

2010-03-10T07:38:00.000-08:00

So is skateboarding face-first.

"One Is Purple...And Has Wings"

2010-01-07T06:07:00.000-08:00

Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Use Hairbows

2010-01-06T19:52:00.000-08:00

Warning: Storage of hairbox should comply with 3' height restriction enforced when the rugrat was age Two.

Dana, Darling -- You're a saint.

The Highlight Reel

2009-12-29T12:14:00.001-08:00

Easy, there, Turbo -- Get your mind out of the gutter! Not THAT kind of highlight reel...(but 'Couples Retreat' was a hilarious movie, awkward references and gratuitous backfat aside.)

Since I'm more consistent at studying than I am blogging...(brownie points for the RIGHT order???)...let's recap the 2009 Plays of the Year.

And by 'year,' I mean 'since my last installment on this Swiss cheese block I call a blog.'

EARNED MY WHITE COAT!

That's right, Folks. This meaningless, ceremonial act of minionism hereby bequeaths upon us the authority to, uhh, wear a white coat, while we awkwardly perform our first pelvic exams and hernia checks on paid actors, ALL with quasi-professionalism!!!...???...

Oh. Plus it makes us act more mature. Riiiiiiight.

HAD A BIRTHDAY!

Nothing helps you celebrate your whitetrash roots like a hearty dose of MY DREAM CAKE (Thanks, Katie!), demolition derby championships, and Swine Flu via a trip to the State Fair! Hands-down the best birthday I've had ALL YEAR!!! I've come a long way in 26 years...

Not really. I'd still sell what's left of my soul for those SUH-WEET specs!

Oh, and for those who persist in asking where my kids got their blonde hair:

FOR THE LAST TIME, I USED TO BE BLONDE!!!!!!!!

Meanwhile, back at the blog...

WENT TO MY 10 year high school reunion! GO COYOTES!!!

(L->R: Me, Lisa, Rebecca & Kacie)

Equal parts thrilled to see my best friends from my past, tickled frickin' fuschia to weigh less than I did when I graduated (...& yet, no pic sans buffalo biceps?! What's that about?!), and heartbroken/entertained by my drunken classmates, trapped in their respective stages of accepting that they peaked in high school. There. I said it. C'mon, we were ALL thinkin' it!

WENT TO CALIFORNIA!!!

(L->R: Courtney, Noelle & Baylie.)

Saw cousins and my Bobbie Dearest, who live in Rancho Cucamonga (LA). Had my dad's planner stolen. No worries, though. It only held EVERYTHING he owns of value, including his social security card, ALL bank cards, check book, temple recommend, account numbers, and the social security number of all of his children. Good times were had by all.

Eh. Silver linings, a-plenty, right? Like that I'm an insomniac, so I wouldn't have been sleeping anyway, had I NOT been on hold with all the credit reporting agencies to put a block on my SSN. My poor dad, though! Almost feel as bad for the dirty thief/thieves who'll be eternally Hades-incinerated for buying a welder on his Home Depot card. Hope their most critical welds fail them at the most inopportune moment. RRRGH!!!

WENT TO UTAH!!!

If you squint your eyes and cross your fingers and click your heels three times and use your imagination (...you know, like my EKG professor tells me to when interpreting strips...to the tune of #32,500 a year tuition...AWESOME...), you can see my babies catching the first flakes of Noelle's first snow. Minutes later, the POURING ENSUED!!! Take my word for it. (As the sun shines fearlessly--misleadingly--in the photo.)

As much as I despise the state for stealing too many of my best friends and having the gloomy feel of a giant parking lot...some of its inhabitants are FANTABULOUS!!!

HUNG OUT WITH THE EVANSES!!!

We had a BLAST stayin' gold, rockin' Kari's grandma's house with our sparkling personalities and my killer sweet potato fries recipe. (C'mon, Gram-Grams, you know you loved us. Admit it.) Anecdotally, consult your friends before you cook something that no one in their family will eat. :0)

Sidenote: Egad, Crimony, and Hot dang! If you're a Surprise runner like me, you haven't run until you've tackled the inclines of Rancho Cucamonga, California and Brighton, Utah. With pharmaceutical assistance, the burn I feel is starting to fade...

HUNG OUT WITH THE MAUGHANS!!!

(NOT pronounced 'maw-OO-guh-hawn'...'cuz Cory's right: English IS hard!!!)

DANG, I miss them and our silly joint-family antics! Freaking peeing my pants with laughter. Ahh, good times with coagulated butt sauce. (I don't care. It was worth it to publish online, just to make Rachel laugh.)

Then they came and saw us!...aaaaand the creep-tastic look on Quinn's face almost made me pee my pants, yet again.

SAW NEW MOON!!!

Fo reals, yo, it's all about the company you keep. Kari & Rachel, you're the reason for any/all warm fuzzies surrounding the flick.

The movie was, well, rich in comedic value, as was the first. I have to say how impressed I am that, on such a modest budget, they snagged a Wayans brother fresh of the set of 'White Chicks' to play Rosalie.

SERIOUSLY!!! Tell me I'm NOT the only one who sees this!!!!!!!!!!!!

SCORED NEW TUNAGE!!!

It was with a heavy heart that I composed yet another Craigslist ad and sold my beloved iPod...

...because I had to UPGRADE!!!

...To the 160G iPod!!!

...Jason got me for Christmas!!!

...Early!!!

CAN YOU FEEL THE EXCITEMENT?!?!

...Because I've been collecting on my own (Thanks Cory & Wal-Mart)...

...and because my very dear PA school friend, Chad, hooked me up with a plethora of musical deliciousness. (Chad, if you ever marry, have that vasectomy reversed, and need a surrogate because your wife is unable to bear you children, you just let me know.)

Drum roll, please...I now have...wait for it...~36G of music. Nothing like exorcising the demons in your current collection with some fresh blood. (Dang, I could really go for a super-smiley emoticon right now.)

GOT PULLED OVER...WHILE I WAS RUNNING!!!

Seriously, Officer Potbelly von BaldyMcNothingBetterToDo. Cut the crap. By telling me how I was 'violating city code' and other such nonsense, you "singlehandedly made real criminals' lives easier." -Officer Buhanan. Back all up off my nighttime-running-in-reflective-gear grill. Deuces.

MADE J'S CHRISTMAS WISH COME TRUE!!!

OK, so he had to work two months worth of overtime, and we spent an entire Saturday resurrecting a Franken-center for it:

(Before)

(After)

...SonOfA..................The camera just misses ALL of the blood, sweat & tears, I tell you!

But my husband has what he's been wanting for years!! No...not a medicated wife. Okay. I guess he got his SECOND WISH then. Semantics.

Surefire way to get me to buy into anything? Put rappin' Johnny Mayer on it. Survey says......I'M IN!!!

...and speaking of deliciousness...Review of his new album, Battle Studies?

The best way I can sum it up is this:

If you went to Wal-Mart, paid the $9 plus tax, peeled off the impenetrable wrappers, opened it up, pulled out the cover insert, and threw the rest away...it would still be worth what you paid for the sheer poetic value of the lyrics alone.

I don't know if I'm biased. (Okay. Strike that. Of course I am.) I don't know if I've just been abysmally depressed because of the most difficult experiences of my life. (Translation: I am.) I don't know if we're just two peas in a tall, awkward, under-appreciated pod. But if it's possible to have a soul mate in a musician/artist, he's mine. That album...sigh...it's just SO VERY MUCH my life right now that if you buy it and aren't completely, 100% satisfied, I'll give you your money back...just to surround myself with the soundtrack of my 2009.

Some other must-have gems?

The Script
Parachute
Telescope
Wheat (Per Second, Per Second, Per Second...Every Second)
Kings of Leon

*A word of caution: The aforementioned albums will incite...

PARTYING LIKE ROCK STARS!!!

Here's to having the entire year of 2010 to recover!

A Little Slice of Heaven

2009-09-27T16:18:00.000-07:00

Orion.

"The Hunter."

Here in the Northern Hemisphere, a winter constellation.

(Taken in January, 2003, south of Phoenix.)

Shows up every year -- just before my birthday.

The "Orionoid Meteor Shower" peaks every year -- on my birthday -- sprinkling the sky with up to 20 meteors per hour.

On the belt slung around his waist -- a mark I wear in three different places -- he wears his sword.

The red dot mid-sword isn't a star at all, but a stellar nursery, known as the Great Nebula of Orion.

I guess everyone has something special that makes them feel linked to something beyond this world...something bigger than themselves.

Sometimes it's easy to forget that there's something bigger going on. A Grander Plan. Something to look for beyond the momentary collective downpour beneath the clouds that gather, exactly over our heads, whenever they feel like it.

For me, I see a little pattern, repeated on myself, in the heavens above, every year, around the time when God thought I should give this crazy-train we call mortality a try. A pretty self-absorbed way of thinking about it, I guess.

But maybe I see it backward. Maybe it's a pattern of Heaven He stamped me with. Just to remind me. Because sometimes we forget.

ES MUY, MUY DIVERTIDA!!!

2009-08-30T21:42:00.000-07:00

Ever notice that the Spanish word for 'fun' is pretty much 'diversion?'

This has been another...

This past week, my family and I ENJOYED!!! (and there simply aren't enough syllables in 'enjoyed') some time together and AWAY from any and all medical school-type facilities, in their entirety. CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES!!!

We:

Cleaned our house better than it has been since we moved in. Didn't last long. Wah-WAAAHHH!!!

Met Hubby Dearest for lunch on Monday--sans children. SWEET VICTORY!!! Hmm. Sweet & Sour Chicken, too, now that I mention it. NOT one of the Top 100, incidentally. ;0) (Inside joke just went outside, just for you, Bubba.)

Pulled Quinn out of school and met Daddy for lunch at Oregano's in Tempe. BEST DINING EXPERIENCE EVER! Take your kids. They give the weasels pizza dough to play with. Brilliant!

Chicken Pesto Stuffed Pizza. Excuse me while I blot the keyboard dry.....................

Half Chocolate, Half Peanut Butter Pizookie with Ice Cream. Seriously. I'm gonna short this thing out.

Got Noelle's ears pierced. I KID YOU NOT when I tell you the broad didn't cry. Didn't get scared. Didn't even budge. She sat there like a statue and afterward, simply asked, "Do I look beautiful?" Sweet Thang, you've never needed accessories for that. Make no mistake.

My brother, Paul, and I 'broke in' (ok, the straight-laced, Mormon version -- aka we had keys and permission from the vice principal) to a school pool, reminisced by lapping it up old school, and played around in true Miller fashion in the diving well. (Wuumpa would've been so proud.) I'm pretty sure we did dives that have never before been attempted...on purpose...and with good reason...

WENT TO THE LAKE!!! Hand on all religious texts, one of my FAVORITE things to do!

Look at that. Just like her momma. Only has cleavage with lifevest assistance. Wah-WAAAHHHH!!!

Took my best PA school friend, Cassi, along for the ride (of her life). Did a little racing. And I skied for the first time this year! How 'bout Ski90X?

And that's the last anyone ever saw of my beloved sunglasses. (Cue the single, solitary tear.)

The moral of the story? Never trust your valuables to a friend's cleavage...however ample it may be. (...Jealous much, Mandie???...)

But I digress.

ANYHOO!!!...Then we hit up Ben Avery to warm up some Christmas gifts that, even Cousin Eddie would agree, "Keep on givin' the whole year 'round."

WOOH! Mommy like!

Not bad for my first time and at 100 yards.

Guess the camerapunk was feeling lucky.

Hmmm. Actually, no. It wasn't cold outside. At all. Try again.

(J/K, J-dogg. Aunt Dani's tiny little pocket pistol surprisingly packed a punch! Still. It made me picture a tiny Zoolander School for Midgets Who Can't Shoot Good.)

Merry Christmas to ME!

"Check the schematics on this baddawg."

All fleshwounds aside, this week's been spectacularly, gloriously, memorably diverting. Now. To hold my breath until I surface again in Mid-November. :0)

Playing Catch-Up

2009-07-27T19:59:00.000-07:00

As is the standard with my journaling...(because embracing the truth is sooo this week)...my performance is spotty, at best. (But what I lack in time I make up for in charisma, right?!)

In the past month, we've:

Welcomed a new baby cousin, Parker (born to J's sister, Katie, and hubby, Dan):

Kicked it Al Bundy Style:

(He's just missing the tiny feline pants down which to stick his uncivilized paw, but that's another day, another PhotoChop session altogether.)

Geeze, Buddha, I was only KIDDING about borrowing the remote. Seriously. Cats these days.

Celebrated our Handsome Man-Son turning seven.

(Sorry. Only good moms have a comprehensive shenanigans portfolio).

And to reward my favorite person in the world (I gotta hand it to me), I hatched one seriously sneaky birthday ploy. Yeah, there's just nothin' like the element of surprise...

Drove to Flagstaff, leaving about 40 degrees Farenheit in the dust,

Surprised him with an iPod docking station,

Went out to a fabulous Thai dinner (Thanks for the restaurant tip, Mike & Jenny! Zagats my arse!),

Caught a late movie,

TAGALONG BLIZZARD @ DAIRY QUEEN (...Me? Obsessed with peanut butter-laced ice cream?! Surely you jest...),

SLEPT IN (Only slightly lower on the Euphoria Scale than the Tagalong Blizzard),

and enjoyed our time thoroughly.

Happy Birthday, Bubba. And good luck topping that. ;0)

Old Love...New Flame

2009-07-21T20:07:00.000-07:00

I have a confession to make.

My name is Mandie, and I'm a Tunes-a-holic.

Now, I could sit here and type something witty about 'admission being the first step toward recovery,' but let's be honest: I'd be much better served by showering instead. (Praise Cisco Systems; you can't detect scents over the Web.)

Enduring this rather tricky (...yeah, that's the word...) time in our lives, I find I don't have the time for life's most basic functions. You know, like tweezing the six eyebrow-hairs I've got, or updating this mess.

One thing I made time for tonight, though, was the search for a Long-lost Love.

About five years ago ('cuz I dig ballparkin'), John Mayer (one of my all-time favorite artists) and Brad Paisley (an exceptionally talented guitarist/country artist...and alarmingly classy guy) got together for a performance. A performance I used to have on tape. But lost in the move. And cried about it. (How I wish I were joking here.)

But thanks to the JOYOUS advent of Youtube!!!...here's the audio! A bunch of their songs were keepers, but this was, by far, my favorite. I mean, c'mon -- cover a CLASSIC, soulful, positively chest-trampling song of Eric Clapton's and you'll get EVERYONE'S attention.

Hoping you're as in love as I am...or at least acquiring a taste...

Talent Out Their Ears

2009-06-30T18:31:00.000-07:00

...my brothers have it...

http://www.wannaberacing.net/woutlaw.html

One stipulation: ABSOLUTELY no laughing at their best-bro-fros...

The Purpose-Driven Blog

2009-06-07T23:06:00.000-07:00

And I sit here, digging in my proverbial heels, procrastinating the sleep I so desperately need to get through tomorrow. Yep. Tomorrow. The day that my "legitimate" medical education begins (though the practical one started 12 years ago this September). I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!! I start PA school tomorrow! Geeze, this is gonna be like the Uber-Mental-Ultra-Marathon of Doom! What the heck. I say, "Bring it." Show me a challenge, then watch me rock your faces off in amazement. ;0)

My friend, Erika, recently had her entire blog bound for posterity's sake, and it got my wheels turnin' (faster than usual -- but with actual direction this time!). I've journaled faithfully(-ish) since I was about the age of the average Hannah Montana fan. Sadly, once I got married, though, that went pretty much out the window...or it's just been teetering precariously... with about a dozen entries in the past eight years. (Hubby Dearest brags that it's because when I married him, all my dreams came true. Eh, I'll give him that. ;0)

But around New Year's time, I got to really thinking about the purpose of my journal and how to make the most of my entry time. It was then I realized this: if I want it to be useful to me (or my poor, unsuspecting posterity), I'll need to cut to the chase about WHAT I'VE LEARNED!!! Recently. In the past. Vicariously and through sad/happy/hilariously ironic, personal experience. Not exactly Pearls of Wisdom...maybe more like Pumice. OOH! Insightful AND exfoliating!

So here it is, folks: Life 101.

Everyone needs an advocate. (This cruel world has enough critics, thank you very much.)
Life is too short to own a David Spade movie.
As a man(die) thinketh, SO IS (S)HE!
Speak kindly. You never know who's defending you at this very moment.
New razors are NOT my friend.
Don't fear the mob. (Or the reaper. But a cowbell in the hands of Will Ferrell? Now that's something to fear.)
The chance that your 3-year-old will splatter an entire Costco-sized vat of a greasy, smelly substance all over your house is inversely proportional to the number of minutes since you scrubbed that house clean.
An experience is only bad if the lesson(s) went unlearned.
Practice makes permanent.
I run exactly like a lumberjack with a rash.
Feelings of inadequacy, insecurity and self-defeat are nothing more than a jealous Satan working overtime.
Swimming is fun...unless you're a cell phone.
While we're on the subject, Bella Dunkerella, electronic devices do NOT get thirsty. Ever.
Never underestimate Satan's craftiness.
It's not old people's fault. Sometimes they buy the car with the signal already on.
If less is more, think of how much more more would be.
Shampoo your carpets and you'd best prepare to clean up the ensuing pet barf.
The hardest climbs often bring the greatest perspective.
Journaling is cathartic. So is burning the bad parts.
We are REQUIRED to forgive all men.
Wanna serve the community? Avoid creating or perpetuating drama!
The only people who can be trusted 100% are immortal.
Before you despise someone for something about them, make sure you don't share that quality.
I don't care what Disneyland attraction your head is shaped like: Bic'n it is ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS superior to a comb-over.
If you can only find one person in the world you can trust, make sure it's your spouse.
Time only heals what you let it.
Become a mom and you'd better be prepared to become a milk factory, a deflated off-road tire, late to everything, a binky, a broken record, a road hazard, a Nazi, a 24-hour on-call maidservant, a buzzkill, a sounding board and a launch pad. Often simultaneously. (Oh, and the happiest, most joyous, most eternally fulfilled person in the world.)
If a liar tells the truth in the woods and no one is around to hear it, would anyone have believed it anyway?
Satan can mimic everything but peace.
Hair growth follows gravity along the path of least resistance, old dude in the line at the grocery store. If you're missing it on your scalp, plan on mowing it out of other orifices.
There is no limit to the power of positive reinforcement. (This works as well for 4-year-olds as it does 49-year-olds.)
Moisturize, moisturize, moisturize.
Good music is just as medicinal as laughter.
Wouldn't you rather love someone more than they deserve than short them where they earned it?

Yeah. That sounds like a decent running start for now. So, lay some of your gems on us!

"It's okay, Mom..."

2009-05-16T13:47:00.000-07:00

"...I'm dus' covering my moles wif my hands."

DOH!!!

2009-05-04T15:15:00.001-07:00

Does This Drag Boat Make Me Look Fat???

2009-04-02T11:57:00.000-07:00

Screaming across glassy water at downright irresponsible speeds, risking (at the least) imminent bodily harm.
Anchoring myself to the steering wheel like a hostage wired to a bomb clutches the motion-sensitive detonator.
Snickering at the epileptic tach needle as it mirrors my uncontrollable bouncing over even the slightest trail of "lake lice" (you may refer to them as jet skis).
Wondering how effective "racing shoes" really are at being life-saving flotation devices. (Yeah, still not buying that one.)

All for a rush that makes my cheeks burn with excitement, my abs sore from uproarious laughter, and my dreams ring with the sound of a surprisingly throaty little 350 that packs a punch.

___________________________________________________

What's not to love?!?

___________________________________________________

Plus I giggled like a school girl in pigtails...wait a minute, I was wearing pigtails...when I stood up out of the carbon fiber sliver, unstrapped my helmet from my harness, pulled off the helmet, peeled off the "sock" (more sweat-net than anything), shook my hair out -- and a boat full of boys, their dad, and their grandpa, stared until the youngest boy shrieked:

"WHOOOOOAH!! That's a GIRL drivin' that thing?!?!"

Believe it, cutie. Mission accomplished. :0)

Mad props (Haha!!! Get it?! Props? 'Cuz boats, and, um, yeahhhh.....) to my brother, Paul, who's teaching me (select bits of) everything he knows, and for my brother, Buzzz, who slaved with Paul over the Money Monster for more months than they care to count.

Seriously. Nothing says love like letting your little sister race your prized possession.

Plus I think the family had fun chillin' on shore.

Now THAT's my idea of a Friday.

The Cutest Bug On The Block

2009-03-30T21:45:00.000-07:00

Today, my baby turns three! (Interesting mix of emotions there.)

Just when you think your bugster can't get any cuter, you uncover a long-forgotten gem:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, QUINSTERELLA!!! I LOVE YOU!!! I speak for Daddy and Big Brutha Squid when I say that you have made my life and my world brighter than I ever thought possible.

Highway to the Danger Zone...and tax-free commissary!

2009-03-25T20:42:00.000-07:00

Perhaps when I start referencing Kenny Loggins soundtrack songs as blog titles, it's time to rethink this blogging thing altogether. ;0)

A few weekends ago, we fired up the Silver Hornet (two points for IDing that movie reference!) and headed to Tucson to see one of my very best friends in the whole wide world, Stephanie, and her daughter, Hannah, and husband, James. You see, I'm a great friend (clearing my throat) and have been many (zero, zip, nada) times to see her new house (that she's lived in for over two years now. But in my defense, gas had been ridiculous, schedules conflicted, my shoe came untied, and the sun was in my eyes.)

Friday night, we slept in the COOLEST LOFT OF ALL TIME, custom-build by her handy hubby, James. Can't wait to go back there! It's like a top-secret fort for grown-ups with a real mattress, total isolation from light, and a step ladder prohibiting the post-midnignt, "Mom, can I sleep in your bed," shenanigans.

Saturday morning, I had a downright ethereal experience running through the streets of Tucson with a crisp, clean breeze, the scent of Citrus and Mesquite blossoms in the air...and a million other people running, too! (Evidently Tucsonians have the most fun...so much for that theory about blondes.)

We then rushed to a farmer's market to meet up with our friend, Allison, whose fiance grows and sells his own organic produce. It's amazing! (Who knew lettuce could taste like butter?! I was running faster and jumping higher less than one hour after my salad, and I think it even lowered my cholesterol AND my interest rate.)

(L->R: Stephanie, me & Allison.)

Little known fact: the last time I saw Allison was the weekend of me and my husband's first date. Awwww with me now.

After a Bella-induced mad dash for a public restroom -- BTW, if you ever require facilities in downtown Tucson, GOOD LUCK WITH THAT ONE!!! -- we headed to Davis-Monthan Air Force Base to see a friend of mine from high school (and growing up, for that matter), Jerome. He's a firefighter at the base......so we chillaxed (that's right -- I'm owning it, in print and everything) with him, his wife, Lori, and his son, Brayden.

Jerome was gracious enough to lead us on the COOLEST firehouse tour in the history of firehouses...mostly because we saw nearly every room......got to sit in every vehicle... ...suited up... ...heckled a firefighter doing girly sit-ups (no need to thank me, ladies -- just doing my job), and shot water scores of feet from a crash truck with a 3,300 gallon capacity. Yeah. Tell me you're not jealous.

The inside of the gazillion-dollar crash truck door.

What can I say? I'm a sucker for hilarious no-no demos. That's it. I'll collect them. Spice up the subtle hilarity that is this blog.

If you live in my ward, you'll know why I got a modest kick out of finding this island of familiarity in a sea of firehouse patches.

Label on a crate that could have easily once housed Madagascar's Gloria. (Equal parts freakin' sweet and perplexing. Do I want to see this on something involving my very own, personal military?!?)

Eh. HTML shoulder shrug. At least it breaks up the monotony of the often-karaoke-ed, never duplicated "Top Gun" song blaring through my head. I can thank the Foo Fighters for that.

..."Now you won't find me; I'm goin' MIA..."

Look What I Made!

2009-03-19T15:32:00.000-07:00

So, it's not a ball of clay on the end of a pencil like the immortalized Miller toddler masterpiece, but I'm equally proud, nevertheless!

What my family was subjected to for the "better" (see also torturous and disheveled) part of February...

...and, voila! The end result!

From about 20' away, it actually doesn't hurt to look at!

When my son asked when I'm making his blanket, I told him maybe for his graduation. From law school. :0)

Andersizzlin'

2009-03-16T16:22:00.000-07:00

Nelly ain't got nuthin' on us...so hot in herrrre...

Man! I've been DYING to reveal our fabulous family photos, but it's agonizing -- even one at a time! (These suckers are each approximately the size of the hood of a '60s Cadillac.) So, family and friends, if you're interested in our photos (and not on Facebook...get with the program, Blogger!), let me know and we'll disc it up, Magic.

Anya feels me. (Wink)

In the meantime:

Handsome devil. Coined the phrase, "Golden Privacy Time," when the shoot took too long and he could no longer hold it.

Mandie can live off Bella-cheeks alone.

The trick to great kid smiles? Give them a toy to hide behind their back.

My very own, personal body-builder. No PhotoChop required. Bubba, you crack me up.

Some of these pics were taken at the city park, but the majority were on my dad's lot...picturesque, with little sprigs of green after the rain...endless white fence...(I should know -- we painted it.) Thanks for the spot, Dad.

Eight Years Ago Today...

2009-03-09T11:49:00.000-07:00

...we woke before the sun, scrambled to make ourselves somewhat presentable, and drove (in my gorgeous, custom '79 Chevy pickup...I mean c'mon...was there ever any other option?!) with Jason's cousin, Lance, to the Mesa Temple to hop on this crazy train we've been ridin' out ever since.

We didn't care about fluff. I did my own hair and makeup, made my own veil, and wore lavender Old Navy flip-flops everywhere, ahem, "appropriate." (White slippers where the bar was set a little higher. ;0)

Jason even picked up McDonald's breakfast with his cousin -- both dressed in tuxes. They told the pimply-faced teenager making their Sausage McMuffins that they were there for their job interviews.

He hasn't ceased cracking me up since.

The ceremony was sweet, memorable, tearful and powerful. I'll never stop being grateful for the way it worked out for us.

We drove away from the Temple in my truck, windows down, with me in the driver's seat and my veil flowing out the back window. Everyone -- and I mean EVERYONE -- was honking and cheering on the way to the luncheon and home.

We danced the night away to three hours of music I hand-selected, and we've never looked back.

Since that day, we've:

Lived in a smoke-filled, 413 sq. ft. apartment,
Watched the towers fall,
Bought a dirty little crabshack house in the ghetto,
Surprised ourselves with the most edible little boy on the planet,
Rescued the world's most dog-esque cat,
Been robbed,
Left jobs,
Acquired new jobs,
Started school,
Finished school (well, Jason at least -- you lucky punk),
Sold our ShootersWorld crabshack,
Bought a beautiful, brand new house,
Taken on callings we never thought ourselves capable,
Become stay-at-home/working/student mom (okay, me specifically),
Lost a baby,
Received the world's most radiantly beautiful little girl,
Made -- and kept -- friends who will last throughout the eternities,
Bought and sold cars,
Paid dearly for laser-vision,
Gained and lost too many pounds to mention,
Started our own business,
Said goodbye to the WORLD'S GREATEST DOG,
Rescued a dog who'll hold is own...and maybe even measure up someday!,
And learned more lessons than eight years of blogging could possibly relay.

I can say without a moment's hesitation that my husband is the man my father would pick for me (which oughtta make Elder Collister proud ;0). We pass the test with flying colors because he puts me before himself and I put him before myself. I smile knowing that after we're gone, people will say that we left the greatest legacy...true, unabashed, wholehearted love.

Happy Anniversary, Bubba. Here's to many, many more to come.

Sneak Peek!

2009-02-24T07:53:00.000-08:00

WOOHOO!!! Teaser family photos! Check us out:

http://yellowpearphoto.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-spots.html

Thanks, Erika L.!

Don't worry; a full spread to come when I get the official disc. ;0)

The (Stupid) Things We (Shouldn't) Do For Love

2009-02-23T10:14:00.000-08:00

Y'all ready for this? (Here it is, Rach, as promised.)

Prepare to enjoy The Worlds GREATEST/Most Tragically Hallmark-ish Love Letter.

No, really. You should be sitting down. And under no circumstances drinking milk.

Since you probably can't make most of that out (and I really posted it for a visual), I'll transcribe below and, naturally, include some juicy commentary. (IMHO, the best part...;0)

Amanda (...umm, if you're calling me that, you're either about to put a cold stethoscope on my back, you're issuing me a speeding ticket, or you don't know the first thing about me!!!),

I feel that a letter to you is the appropriate thing to do, although I would like to speak with you again. As I think of what to say my mind reflects on the experiences we have shared, some past experiences of mine, and some things I have read from your journal. As I prepare my talk , I reflect on the word Love. Wow, what a powerful word, but what does it truly mean? I feel that it would not be out of place to express my feelings on love, but out of fear I will hold my tongue. I would like to help you to understand how I feel about you as a person and a friend. I don't care what other people think or say about you, this is what I think and you ought to think of yourself. I feel that you can be compared to this rose. The stem would represent the values and morals that you possess that are in perfect line. The thorns would represent the way you protect yourself from the bad things that happen to you. The leaves would represent the value you place on life and learning and growing to become a beautiful flower. The petals represent the softer side of you which is truly something to be desired. I feel that you are a very good person and much like this rose. I feel that this rose is beautiful, pure, sensitive, delicate, and humble. I feel that this rose is perfect.

With Much Love,
Random Bonehead McFlakeFest*
*Name has been changed to protect the humiliated.

Wow. Where do I begin?! No, seriously. Someone tell me where to start 'cuz I'm still speechless after a decade.

Ahhh, good (crazy) times!!!

Okay, bear in mind that I was 16, so I was equally panged with twinges of, "That's the sweetest, most poetic thing anyone's ever said about me," and, "In exactly which section of Hallmark did he find this CRAP?!?"

The best parts about this love-tastrophe? Put down the glass of milk. I repeat, step away from the milk. In the interest of your nostrils and computer monitor.

He was in his mid-20s.

Serving a mission.

In my ward.

Teaching my boyfriend the discussions.

And making out with an investigator girl at the same time (CLEARLY unbeknownst to me).

Now THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is what I call QUALITY REALITY ENTERTAINMENT!!!!!!! Thank you, thank you. No applause. Just throw money. I'll be here all week. Tip your waitress.

Oh yeah, and I neglected to mention that his companion gave him that one single, solitary piece of stationery and told him to, and I quote, "Use it wisely." Nice.

You can't make this stuff up.

But I bet if I could, I'd turn a tidy profit at card shops everywhere. Hmmm...what to call my new love card line...

HOLY sCRAP!

2009-02-17T11:37:00.000-08:00

Behold -- the only proof that I have ever attempted scrapbooking in any variety.

Cards I made for a cutesy church valentine exchange:

REALLY behold, now...are you beholding???... -- THE FUTURE OF MALE SCRAPBOOKING!

My son's card:

"Thanks, man."

Yeah, I think that oughtta do it.

Well done, baby. (We'll address that extraneous apostrophe at a later date.)

Okay, Blogsperts...

2009-02-17T11:14:00.000-08:00

Hook a sista up. How, pray tell, do I make the background for my blog clear, so the template shows through instead of this stark, miserable white?

Our collective retinas thank you!!!

Name That Arizona Cardinal!

2009-01-23T12:42:00.000-08:00

Yes, it's that time again -- for all the fair-weather fans in Phoenix to Ti-Vo their beloved "Law & Order" and tune in to cheer on our (unusually) winning home team!

Now that the Cardinals are on their way to the SuperBowl, our trip to this year's Training Camp actually means something!

J works for University of Phoenix. U of P has naming rights to the Cardinals' stadium. Ergo, J entered a drawing to win VIP passes to the opening day of training camp in Flagstaff -- and he won!! (Good thing my tragically bad luck left him unscathed.)

Buffet spread like you've never seen, front-row seats, snapping pics of pro football players practicing 10' away, and a meet-and-greet session with a bunch of the players and coaches! As a native, it ROCKED!!!

The only problem is that their signatures left something to be desired...so I have no clue who some of these guys are! So if you've got a clue, may I borrow it?

(Allison Hackney, your time to shine, babe! :0)

Neil Rackers.

Slash HOTTIE! Hello! #1 on his jersey and, coincidentally, in my heart. So sweet! Hung out with us for about 15 minutes, walked out with us, warmed up my Sharpie on his skivvies...hmmmm...good times. (Insert witty remark about getting into a pro football player's pants...)

Matt Leinart.

Judging from his elation, think he had a premonition how this season was gonna go for him??? Srsly. Curb the 'tude, bro. Nobody liked you from the start.

Steven Spach.

Injured in body but not in teddy-bear cuddliness.

Dominique Rodgers-Cromartie.

You know, I overheard Whisenhunt mention (after sizing me up against D) that they might want to sign me next year instead. Something about my superior linebacker arms.

Ken Whisenhunt, head coach.

Probably feeling bad about the whole "linebacker arms" thing. (Pity photo? Eh, I'll take it.)

Mystery Player #1

Mystery Player #2

(I'm not 100% convinced he's not, in fact, my Uncle Al...eerily familiar fu-man-chu...)

Mystery Player #3

(Hot dang, it's good to feel petite.)

Mystery Player #4.

And come to think of it, I'm not even sure this guy was a player. Judging from the smug grin, he may have come in off the street to have his picture taken with the tall, linebacker-armed broad who surely must have escaped from the circus.

On your mark. Get set. NAME!!!

What Happens in Cabo...Winds Up On YouTube

2009-01-22T11:55:00.000-08:00

So, the big excitement in our lives? Last week's 5-night cruise to Mexico!! The highlights?

Surprised Jason on the way to San Diego with a 16G iPod...already stocked with ALL his beloved music,
Eating ourselves into oblivion,
Being lulled to sleep by the sway of the boat like a baby with a belly full of dairy product...because soft-serve's on tap 24/7...
Running miles into the salty sea air on a track atop a giant, ocean-going vessel (courtesy of the post-soft-serve guilt),
SCUBA diving in Cabo San Lucas,
Horseback riding in Ensenada,
SLEEPING IN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!,
Winning "Name That Tune" contests,
Karaoke (...sober...I know...it happens sometimes),
Dancing into the night,
Hot-tubbing into the night,
VERY unexpectedly winning karaoke contests to become Elvis and Madonna. See below.

Here's the proof and some other beauts.

The Griswold Family Truckster in Metallic Pea. Clark "Dub-ya" would be so proud. This honey was one sweet unit!!! Which brings me to my next sweet unit...

Wow. On so many levels, Wow. You know, I can't think of anything better to do with a Chevrolet Caprice and a few extra G's...oh wait...that's right...I CAN!!!!!!! Like ANYTHING OTHER THAN THAT!!! Seriously. Imagine how many Reese's peanut butter cups that would buy!...But that's neither here nor there...

Some rich dude's yacht. Note the private helicopter teetering precariously on the back ledge/landing pad/champagne room. Rumor had it to be Jack Nicholas's or some dude from Texas. (I couldn't make out the last name on the parking decal hanging from the rear-view...)

Cabo's infamous "Arch." You may remember it from such films as "Pirates of the Caribbean."

Oh yeah. And The Black Pearl. Or Perrrrrl, depending upon your affinity for eye-patches. You may also remember it from such films as "Pirates of the Caribbean." It's dry-docked in Ensenada, where the movies were filmed.

Sea lion colony, in Cabo. Let me be the first to say: Them natives get restless when you wake 'em up! Stinky, gelatinous goofballs...

Lovers' Beach, in Cabo.

Lovers, in Cabo.

And the best part of this pic? Funny you should ask! We were standing in front of our favorite piece of artwork; a totally nude, spread-eagle broad who, judging by her outrageous black hair, must have belonged to an 80's glam metal band except she didn't have nearly enough tattoos confessing her love for Bret Michaels and/or David Coverdale. (If you don't know to whom I'm referring, you're too young to be enjoying this blog.)

J and me at dinner with my mom and dad (to the right) and our table buddies, Brenda and Pat.

J's inaugural horseback ride! Was it worth it? You be the judge by the view from our trail...

Yes, my friends, that is the ocean. We actually saw an entire school of dolphins, splashing around in fancy-free dolphin fashion, about 50' off the shore on our bus ride back to the boat.

And here it is, ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for; presenting, Jason as Elvis and Mandie as Madonna (in the dressing room before the show). (Don't ask me to explain the fish lips. It can't be done.)
In case you've never cruised (and you should!), there's always a BIG production the last night in the biggest room with a live band and dancers and a big, funny, whole-shebang production, and this was it. We were fortunate enough to be a part in it, and it was a crack-up and a totally awesome experience.

I'm omitting pics of the costume because, let's face it -- was Madonna ever Sunday-appropriate? Not so much. Frankly, I'm too in love with my calling to be goin' down for some stinkin' costume.

You'll know we've truly let you into our Circle of Trust if you ever come over and are fortunate enough to behold the DVD of the whole hilarious event.

Enjoy! What to blog about next? My day with the Arizona Cardinals or the most craptastic love letter I ever received?! Oh, the choices.....

This Blog's For You

2009-01-20T12:52:00.000-08:00

...Rachel Freakin' Maughan. Yes, that's right. I give up. Resistance is futile. (But under no circumstances does that make me French...so I'll just tuck in the white hanky that's peeking out of my pocket...)

This, ladies and gentlemen, is what we call Blogging Under Duress...and, coincidentally enough, one of my considered blog titles! Top-contending hum-dingers included but were not limited to:

BlogworthyNonsense
AllElseFailed
LastResort
and my personal fave runner-up, BedknobsAndBullcrap. (Shout-out to my dad. What up, D-2-thu-heezy?)

"Just why did she succumb to peer pressure," you ask? One friend's* plea should say it all.

"Now I've been thinking about this for a while, and I'm 100% convinced that you need to start blogging. Top three reasons being:

Journaling Benefits
Overt child and self bragging rights
(and the most important) I would have to start doing laundry more than once a week (from the pant peeing) and then my husband wouldn't have to re-wear garment bottoms "'til I get to it!"

Here are the signatures I have on the petition so far:

Steven Colbert
Napoleon Dynamite
Ellen DeGeneres
John Mayer (he counts for 159 votes)
Denny Crane (Boston Legal, if you don't watch this you should!)
Jack Black
Michael Scott (The Office, please tell me you watch this too?)
Jasper Cullen
Jackie Chan (I'm no racist!)
Bernie Mac (I'm also not racist of dead people!)"

*Name omitted to protect the potentially humiliated.

Ya know, I seriously considered holding out for the signatures of Conan O'brien and Chuck Norris, but their respective representatives say they were A) too busy suppressing genetically defiant mall bangs, and B) searching far and wide for other impossible cultural phenomena to make mainstream (i.e. black, cowboy Texas Ranger sidekicks). Only Chuck Norris, I tell you.

I have to be honest, though. I'm blogging for three reasons.

Friends like Bobbie, Anya, Rachel and Brooke, who mysteriously give enough of a dang to digitally check in on my little family,
I fancy myself something of a comedienne (if you're into self-deprecating cynicism and the universe's wicked-aaahsome irony),
We had a lot to be proud of (/laugh about) last year that so many people missed!

To what am I referring? Well, you'll just have to keep checking in to find out...so stay tuned...how's that for a plot thickener?...dun-dun-daaaahhhhhhhh!