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Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Rod Works discount!


You know this is not my typical blog post,
but I HAD to share this with you local peeps!

Rod Works currently has $25 gift certificates for only $15!!
That's a 40% discount.
Stack that with one of their coupons in circulation and
-BAM!-
that's 65% off or more!

Click here for the deal!



YEE-HAW!

I had to say it.

(These certificates are good for the Lehi, Draper, Layton, and Springville locations.)

OH! I forgot to mention:
Rod Works is also having a food drive.
When you bring in 10 or more canned or boxed non-perishable food items
to any of the Utah Rod Works locations between Nov 29 and Dec 4,
you will receive $10 off your purchase!

DOUBLE BAM!

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Random To-Do List

Tomorrow:
  • buy thermals for a paragliding launch next week
  • call the paragliders to confirm
  • call the babysitter to confirm
  • schedule impromptu family photo shoot for Monday
  • delete all data from two cell phones

Saturday:
  • the carpet cleaners come in the morning
  • at the same time that I am supposed to pick up produce at the co-op
  • at the same time my husband is supposed to be at a ping-pong tournament

Also, my husband told me today his job will be sending him to Puerto Rico for two weeks. And "oh, by the way", he is actually getting up at 5:30am this Saturday to go raccoon hunting.

???


This is not our life. Whose life is this???

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

It's my potty...

Potty training! That special time when you celebrate your toddler's transition from diapers by secretly putting a diaper on their mattress.

I first attempted this thing a few months ago, as you know. I had no clue what I was doing. I had not researched anything. I had not read anything. I had bought panties. I was ready.

That went swell.

Four hours and 17 panties later, I wanted nothing to do with toddler training. The toddler continues to say otherwise. She is showing all the signs of readiness and I pretend to not see them. Nope, not going there.

Potty training continues to beckon, and I can no longer ignore its call. If I don't potty train this child soon, I will scar her forever, and she will cry to her therapist about how she has commitment issues because her mom refused to potty train her.

General Conference weekend is coming up. No work, no church, no embarrassing accidents. That is the window.

Procrastination shows up.

The day prior to Training Weekend, I am still unprepared with information. A friend emails me a potty-training e-book. The book says I should do some prep work a week or two before diving into training. I say in defiance, "Screw it. WE'RE GOING FOR THE GOLD!"

Day 1
Husband and I decide to just tell the child to let us know when she has to pee. Have I mentioned our 2-year-old doesn't talk? (Really.) And here I am telling her to simply tell me. Sounds like a good idea. The book states so.

So, the child tells me the only way she knows how: she spells spills it out for me. On the floor. In urine.

By the end of Day 1, my back is spontaneously giving out from all the bending over to clean and squatting down to talk to her at eye level. But I have hope. HOPE. She begins notifying us when she needs to go. She is tired of the wet.

Day 2
Pee everywhere! It is like a battle scene in a Sheen war movie. KA-BLAM! SPLASH! CONFUSION EVERYWHERE!

There is screaming and crying all day long! I am embarrassed to say they do not come from the child. Everything comes undone. She doesn't tell us anything, and she's peeing every 5 minutes.

By the end of Day 2, I wonder if I am doing things right. I may have accidentally read the "Make Mommy Cry" eBook. It is definitely spot on with technique. Everyone goes to bed early.

The one success: she goes #2 while on the potty, and we celebrate the heck out of that. Sweetened Cereal, Chocolate, Money. She gets it.

Day 3
I decide to stop counting days because it is making me sad. Also, crazy.

Day number something
We teach her the hand sign for potty. She does great! She tells us when she needs to go and gets everything in the toilet! This is EAZZY!

Day # 'nother day

She pees through every pair of panties she owns. At one instance, I catch her in the act of peeing. She runs away from me and hides in her playhut. This freakin' sucks!

Day something or other:

She does pretty well for the day. She decides to try something else in the evening, specifically, peeing on the leather couch. She accurately interprets Mommy's convulsions to mean I do not want her doing that. A few minutes and a change of clothes later, she sits on her scriptures so her new pee will not go onto the leather couch. I should convulse more specifically.

A week later
She is doing well-ish. A few accidents here and there, although some of the accidents do not look like they are done on accident. I go upstairs to check on the baby, leaving the toddler eating a snack at the table. I return downstairs to find the toddler squatting on the kitchen table surrounded by a lake of pee. (Dinner invitation, anyone?)

She has also stopped using the "toilet" hand sign to tell us when she needs to go potty. However, as soon as she finds out Mommy is using the bathroom, the toddler runs in shaking her little "t" fist in the air.
Thanks for the notice, kid.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Daddy the Stylist

I saw a shirt at the store that read "my daddy does my hair," and this memory is what made me want to get it.


When I asked my husband what he was trying to do, he said, "Pigtails."

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Bell Peppers

The other day I was thinking about the end of the growing season and how I did not get any bell peppers from my thirsty garden this year. (What? Water? Why would it want that?) And I thought about how I better soon find a good deal on bell peppers to store for the rest of the year. Suddenly, all I could see in my mind was red bell peppers.


I could feel them and even taste them. It was a very rich mental image.

The next day, this happened:


I kid you not; that's my kitchen sink. Those are 33 red bell peppers I acquired for free. Thirty of them are currently enjoying a nice hibernation in my freezer.

(I don't know the exact mechanics of how this type of thing works, but it happens to me a lot. I wrote about a similar instance here. If anyone out there experiences stuff like this, send me an email and tell me how it works for you.)

I love red bell peppers, and they, apparently love me. Lookie what I found as I was coring the bell peppers.


Awwww...

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

A Woman's Vote

Tonight, my husband and daughters took to the polls. True, my daughters are age 2 and 0, but they went nonetheless. Little Dhis even got an "I Voted" sticker.

When I got to my booth, I pulled out my little cheat-sheet of who to vote for based on my harried research. I think I passed the test. We then went out for voting ice cream and celebrated the American way by getting fat.

Did you vote? Will you vote next time? I admit I was tempted to not vote because the husband was out of town this past month, leaving me with little energy and no time to myself to study the candidates. I will share with you one of the main reasons I cast my vote tonight despite all the other reasons against my doing so.

I received an email three weeks ago which I will post below just as it was sent to me (originally written by Connie Schultz of The Plain Dealer, Cleveland). I have verified its contents as true and correct, so please take the time to let this information sink in to your being.

My only question is: How come this was not taught in any of my U.S. History classes?

-Adhis

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The info and pictures below are worth reading and knowing about. Grandmothers paid a very dear price to achieve this right.

This is the story of our Mothers and Grandmothers who lived only 90 years ago.

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Remember, it was not until 1920 that women were granted the right to go to the polls and vote.

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The women were innocent and defenseless, but they were jailed nonetheless for picketing the White House, carrying signs asking for the vote.

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And by the end of the night, they were barely alive.

Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden's blessing went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of 'obstructing sidewalk traffic.'

(Lucy Burns)

They beat Lucy Burns, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head and left her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping for air.

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(Dora Lewis)

They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate, Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and suffered a heart attack. Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging, beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women.

Thus unfolded the 'Night of Terror' on Nov. 15, 1917, when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the suffragists imprisoned there because they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson's White House for the right to vote. For weeks, the women's only water came from an open pail. Their food--all of it colorless slop--was infested with worms.

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(Alice Paul)

When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press.

So, refresh my memory. Some women won't vote this year because - why, exactly? We have carpool duties? We have to get to work? Our vote doesn't matter? It's raining?

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(Mrs. Pauline Adams in the prison garb she wore while serving a sixty-day sentence.)

Last week, I went to a sparsely attended screening of HBO's new movie 'Iron Jawed Angels.' It is a graphic depiction of the battle these women waged so that I could pull the curtain at the polling booth and have my say. I am ashamed to say I needed the reminder.

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(Miss Edith Ainge, of Jamestown , New York )

All these years later, voter registration is still my passion. But the actual act of voting had become less personal for me, more rote. Frankly, voting often felt more like an obligation than a privilege. Sometimes it was inconvenient.

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(Berthe Arnold, CSU graduate)

My friend Wendy, who is my age and studied women's history, saw the HBO movie, too. When she stopped by my desk to talk about it, she looked angry. She was--with herself. 'One thought kept coming back to me as I watched that movie,' she said. 'What would those women think of the way I use, or don't use, my right to vote? All of us take it for granted now, not just younger women, but those of us who did seek to learn.' The right to vote, she said, had become valuable to her 'all over again.'

HBO released the movie on video and DVD . I wish all history,social studies and government teachers would include the movie in their curriculum I want it shown on Bunco night, too, and anywhere else women gather. I realize this isn't our usual idea of socializing, but we are not voting in the numbers that we should be, and I think a little shock therapy is in order.

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(Conferring over ratification [of the 19th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution] at [National Woman's Party] headquarters, Jackson Pl [ace] [ Washington , D.C. ]. L-R Mrs. Lawrence Lewis, Mrs. Abby Scott Baker, Anita Pollitzer, Alice Paul, Florence Boeckel, Mabel Vernon (standing, right))

It is jarring to watch Woodrow Wilson and his cronies try to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane so that she could be permanently institutionalized. And it is inspiring to watch the doctor refuse. Alice Paul was strong, he said, and brave. That didn't make her crazy.

The doctor admonished the men: 'Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity.'

Please, if you are so inclined, pass this on to all the women you know. We need to get out and vote and use this right that was fought so hard for by these very courageous women. Whether you vote democratic, republican or independent party - remember to vote.

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(Helena Hill Weed, Norwalk , Conn. Serving 3 day sentence in D.C. prison for carrying banner, 'Governments derive their just powers from the consent of the governed.')

History is being made.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Obligatory Halloween Post

Halloween is my favorite holiday, but after having my husband gone for three weeks (with weekend breaks) I felt a little lost about participating in festivities. Maybe some of you can relate.

The season starts a little different than other years in that our Halloween decorations are attacked over several days by a loose dog in the neighborhood. So annoying! Our scary cat is salvageable; I will see what I can do about "restoring" our black crow.

Feeling clueless about what to do for the holiday this year, I google for local events. The first link I find is for a witches' tea party at a popular hotel. I think, "Oh, that might be fun to take Little Adhis!" As I read, I find that it is not an event to go to dressed up as a witch; it is an event for people who ARE witches, specifically mentioned: witches, Wiccans, and pagans. So, yeah- no.

The second link I find is for local haunted houses, except it turns out, it is not for houses decked out to look haunted but actual buildings reputed to have paranormal activity. Hm. Google is needing a "what's your intention?" feature. I ditch Google and use other resources.

I discover through Heather's Facebook photos a neat little pumpkin patch nearby. We get our family out the door the first morning of David's return from one of his work trips. We enjoy a pleasant morning of gathering celebratory gourds. Pick a wheelbarrow and off we go!


Guess who got some new teeth to boot?


In place of spending some extra duckets visiting the harvest festivities down the street from my 'hood, we head to Gardner Village. As we pull up to the area, we notice quite the plethora of cars overflowing the sides of the streets. By magic, we quickly find a parking space right next to the properties. We notice groups of women in witch attire walking to Gardner Village. Upon entering the Village, we find ourselves at the Witches' Gathering.


A few minutes into our stroll, I realize I have not properly prepared my toddler for Halloween because every time I say, "Look at that witch," she looks all around and into the sky searching for whatever object I might be describing with my strange new word. To add to the confusion, she does not know why there are so many people dressed so oddly.

After looking into the crowd a while, David looks at me and says, "I don't understand why one is dressed like a sandwich." His face goes blank, and then he utters, "Oh" and starts laughing. It's cute when it takes him a little longer to get a joke.

At the church's suddenly-indoor-due-to-rain trunk-or-treat, Little Adhis becomes overwhelmed with all the costumes and crowding and scary things. Just too much stimulation for a girl who has never seen such things and whose days typically move at a much slower pace.

Being a neat and orderly kind of girl, she deduces the purpose of the evening is to collect things and put them in her bag. Or back into people's bowls. Whichever is more practical.


Though it rains for much of the early evening, Little Dhis and I head out to trick-or-treat while David and Maya stay home handing out glow bracelets. I love going out into the night, just she and me. It is not even about the candy but about going for a walk, seeing things and having fun. (Fun for her being going "knock-knock" on people's doors. She loves that.)

My only regret of the night is wishing I had my camera with me when I get to my neighbor Tracy's house. (This stolen photo off Facebook will have to do). Tracy opens the door in her Lucille Ball get up and yells into the house, "Ricky, come to the door! Sister (MyLastName) is here!"

I say, "You do not have a Ricky in there." And right then her husband Daniel comes in adding weight to his Venezuelan accent, "Oh- well, hello there!"

I don't know what else is said because I am laughing.


Oh, yes! I LOVE Halloween!