tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30073025204789561792012-02-17T09:50:47.800-07:00All about me. (Because my teenagers don't like me to write all about them!)Randihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.comBlogger6611100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-66280417762402339322012-02-03T14:08:00.001-07:002012-02-03T14:08:20.966-07:00

 A couple of weeks ago,  I went out of town for a week.  Before I left, I asked the Brain if he would like me to plan and shop for some dinners for while I was gone, or if I should just stock up on the makings for his all time favorite meal - peanut butter and grape jelly with ruffles chips. (Yes, it really is) He actually surprised me by asking for a few dinner ideas, and specifically some crock

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I've written before about my favorite Christmas tradition; The Santa Picture.  (incidentally, along with being a favorite tradition, that was one of my favorite posts)   I have loved doing it for 25 years now, but this year, my kids started referring to it as the Year of the Awkward Picture. See, they've always been told that they get OUT of the picture when they have a new baby to sit on Santa's

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I've been reading back-posts from my blog today.I should be doing all sorts of Christmas-ish things, but instead I've laughed, cried, and rolled my eyes until they feel like they are coming unhinged.  I remembered the person who wrote those posts.  I like her and I kind of miss her. Let's face it.  2011 has kicked my trash.  We are still recovering from the last year's worth of life developments,

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Which stall in the ladies room gets the least traffic? I'm betting that  most people use the second one, because they think that most people will use the first one. Which is why I've recently switched to the first one.   Which one do you use?

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The happiest thing about my DVR is that I don't have to watch commercials anymore.  It is SO rare that I watch live tv.  In fact, sometimes I will just put a program on record, and then walk away for 15 minutes and do something else so I can then come back and watch without commercials. The person who made the DVR should get the Express Elevator to heaven and free Route 44 Sonic Drinks for life.

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My favorite kind of post.  Random, with an even more random title.  I have a lot to say these days, and nothing to say.    Basically, things are busy, some days are better than others, and somehow the world just keeps on turning no matter how many times I stomp my foot and say I'm not playing anymore. So here is an update of the random that has been going on - in no order whatsoever: It

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 Depending on where you live, there are just certain things I think it would be sad for you to miss.  For example, if you lived in New York, and had never seen the Statue of Liberty or a Broadway Musical, I think that would be just ... just sad. I've been thinking a lot about the amazing place in which I live, and how much I love it here, and things I think it would be just sad to never do! So

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Last September my bishop pulled The Brain and I into his office to ask how our family was doing.  I don't know if he knew he was opening the floodgates or not, but I suspect he did. Adoption is full of life changes no matter which perspective you're involved from, and frankly I don't handle change very well. After we talked a bit, and cried together, he reminded me,  "Well, we're here to have

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I've been feeling like I should post for several weeks (ok months) now.  I mean, I know how unfair it is to just leave you hanging and everything. I've probably started a hundred posts over the last couple of months, and none of them have said what I really felt.  ...probably because what I really feel changes every single day - sometimes even by the minute. But let me at least get you caught up

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Me: Hey Mimi - Where'd you get that chocolate bar?  (and can I have some???) Mimi: Ummmm, I went to the grocery store with Tori during my off hour. (and sure) Me:  Hey, we've had this conversation before.  If you want to leave the school grounds during school hours, you have to tell me in advance. Mimi: {noncommittal shrug} Me: Seriously.  If you can't remember it on your own, I'll have to

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Hello my neglected blog friends! Blogging has taken a little bit of a backseat in my life these days.  You might have noticed.   I don't even remember the last time I was on my google reader. I just popped in today to say "Hi" and "I miss you guys!" I'll be back to catch up one of these days, but in the mean time, here's a link to the best blog post I've read in a long time. Maybe EVER. (

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 Reasons why I should not be allowed to text: 1) I'm just slow.  In the beginning of my texting career, I would get a text from one of my children,  and then while trying to respond, I would get another text asking if I was there.  And then another asking if I was going to respond.  But, you know, to see what the new messages were, I would have to exit the message I was working on, and then

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Yep.  That was the little phrase that saved my sanity.   And then occasionally in the ensuing weeks - he would walk around humming "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year".  Because, well, we all know how I feel about fall. And then he really made it happen LAST WEEK, and it was everything we hoped it would be, except for the part where we didn't stay for weeks.   Because I'm pretty sure that

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 The Brain Deserves An Award. Well, more than one, but I'm talking about some sort of trophy or badge or recognition just for being able to stay married to someone who is somewhat - let's call it "psychiatrically challenged" at times. I had kind of a rough July.  There were running injuries.  There were vehicle issues.  There were daughters with life changing news.  There was youth conference

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This site makes me laugh.    It's full of catalog photos for which someone has written funny captions. Like this one: Elaine got the feeling that Gary planned to stay in the bathroom for a long time. and this one: Sure Gary’s out of town, but I’m perfectly capable of starting a fire in the fireplace by myself, thank you very much. I sometimes wonder who does the staging for catalogs and

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I wish I could have an advance schedule for my Life Lessons.  Don't you think you could do better if you knew what God had on the agenda for you, and approximately when it was coming?  I maintain that every kid should be born with a little schedule taped to his or her backside. I don't even need specifics...just give me a hint at what I'm supposed to be learning, and I'll be twice as fast to

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I'm at my brother's house for the next day or two to watch the kids while their mom is having a New! Baby! and it's Very! Exciting! Of course, the other 3 kids are so excited about the New! Baby!  It has been one huge day of Energy! because how often in your life do you get a New! Baby! to come and live at your house, right? So we went to the hospital after school to visit the New! Baby! and

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This makes me laugh, and completely cracks my girls up. You guys want to split an ice cube or something?

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16 is a strange age in Colorado right now.  16 years old used to mean driving.  And by association, freedom. ...freedom from driving people to seminary... Oh, we're not talking about me.  Sorry. The way the driving laws have been revised here - which I completely approve, btw - it has become sort of a tricky combination of things one would have to do to get a driver's license on one's 16th

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Yesterday Lizzie got a new calling to be the Nursery Song Leader, and with the calling came the Primary Songbook so she could go over the words to the songs the kids already know.  It only took her about 10 minutes of going through the songs to undo a lifetime of brainwashing.  I guess it was inevitable that she discovered the words to the song are not actually: "When we're helping we're happy

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Ok friends - We need your help!! As you may or may not know, Lizzie is off to college in January.  (woo hoo!)   She is in a position where she will have access to one on-campus meal a day, (she's kind of thinking lunch, since she will be out and about anyway) and then will need to work out her other two meals in her apartment kitchen, and stay within her budget! So we're trying to decide what

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It's possible that I am the last lds person on earth to go on a pioneer trek.  For those who are not lds, a pioneer trek is a reenactment of some portion of the Mormon Pioneers' journey across the central plains and mountains to Salt Lake City.  Generally (but not always) it's a youth activity, and it takes various forms, and is done in various places, but it always involves loaded handcarts

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 I have a blog?  Really?  Let's see, I think I vaguely remember something about that.... Over the last few weeks I've had a chance to drive all over the state of Colorado.  Truth be told, it's one of my favorite things to do. I have a hard time resisting the pull of a little mining town, and driving slowly through it while looking at the different buildings, and seeing things like the general

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Don't want to alarm anyone, but today IS the beginning of Craaaaaazy Cereal Week. We arrived home from our morning field trip to the cereal aisle, and naturally tore right into the boxes, with our bowls and spoons clanging happily. Lizzie: "Remember Mimi, these two are mine, and you can't eat them without asking me." Mimi: "Unless I sneak down here in the middle of the night." Lizzie: "Unless

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Last week when our summer calendar called for an Adventure Day, Mimi  and I decided to go to the Rockies game with some friends.  The game would have been a good adventure all by itself, but then we also decided that in an effort to train for our upcoming pioneer trek, we would walk there.  It's about 15 miles, so you know, it was your basic A2 (as in "adventure squared", but I don't know how to

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You can finally breathe out now.  May is over.  While it was wonderful what with graduation parties, showers, school finals, summer job hunting, garden prep, birthday parties, weddings, 25th anniversary trips, trek activities and the like, as I predicted it was a CRAZY month. We are so ready for summer. Today in fact,  we are kicking it off with Lazy Day!  We have a family tradition that the

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Asian sign translations have this reputation for being, you know, interesting.  And they didn't disappoint us. Oh the signs made us doubletake.    There were the ones that were just translated funny, and then some that we never actually understood... So if you steal a Busta Rhymes cd, would you have to take the rap for taking the rap? I'm not exactly sure which treasures it meant.  But I took

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Are you sick of my "vacation slides" yet?  Now we're just down to stuff people have asked me about, and things I want to remember.  Only one more post after this, but if you just want to skip these and come back next week sometime, I totally understand! One of the first things we noticed on our trip - thank-you taxidriver from the airport - was the difference in the driving. See, apparently, in

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One of the things I like about traveling is getting to see how other people live, and compare it to the way I live. There are always a few surprises but pretty much, no matter where you go; everything's more expensive at the airport, McDonalds' french fries will always taste the same, and at some point, we all have to do our laundry.  Here are a few other universal truths that I learned more

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My biggest surprise about China was how friendly and welcoming the people were.  I don't know if I'm just a victim to propaganda or my own wild imagination, but I really expected it to be a slightly hostile environment.  You know... like visiting France, only more Asian. In any case, if you decide to go to China, I would highly recommend a guide.  There are lots of college students there - many

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alternate title: We Had a Fantastic 2 weeks in China, But I'm So Glad to be Home - or at Least I'm Pretty Sure I Would Be if I Could Wake Up Enough To Be Over The Jet Lag. Although we got back from China last night, I don't think I've actually used the word "ni hao" (the Chinese word for "hello") for at least a week.  The Chinese seem to prefer to be greeted in English - for some I'm pretty sure

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I know people who think that December is the busiest month of the year. Bwwahahahah Well, you're probably still young. You'll learn. I mean, yes, Christmas and all that does make a busy month.  But the thing is, you recognize it, and you brace for it.  And if you're smarter than I am, you start preparing for it early.  There are checklists and systems and  savings accounts - and if you set it

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It was Epic.  It was a Road Trip.  And we all made it home alive. There are more videos coming, each one cheesier than the first, but my netbook died on the first day of the trip, so Hannah was the only one who had access to the program, and I think she got tired of all our "help" when she was trying to make Epic Road Trip Video Day 2. She told me this morning that she's planning to finish that

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There are some technical difficulties, but I'm posting our Epic Road Trip - Day 1 video anyway, because this makes us laugh out loud every time we watch it. For some reason, when it rendered, it left out some pictures -- all those black spaces are supposed to be pictures - ie the jackalope. Can you believe they refused to ride it for "sanitary reasons"? They wondered how many kids have

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 Guess where I'm going?? A few years ago, The Brain and I started talking about our 25th anniversary, and what we'd like to do to celebrate .  Of course travel is on high on both of our lists and we hoard frequent flyer miles like Nancy Pelosi counts votes, so we brainstormed where we have enough ffmiles to go, and outlined 4 different international trips that we thought would be fun. Then we

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Yesterday Lizzie came home from school in an extraordinarily good mood.  I mean, she's usually cheerful, but it had been a particularly great day, AND she is almost done with her research paper.  THEN she got online and found out that she was getting a refund from a college app.   THEN the exact guy that she wanted to go with to the prom called her out of the blue and asked her. So she kind of

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Last week I was unhappy with The Brain for something.  I don't even remember what, really, which tells you how important it was.  Probably he forgot to put the lime in my diet Coke or something unforgivable like that. Anyway, I was pretty mad, and it was after 9pm - and as we all know, I am not a night person.  Really not a night person --but I do at least know that I will lose any argument

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1. How 'bout next time, you put the car into park before you get out. 2. You waited in the pantry for an HOUR to jump out and scare me?? 3. I need a life.  Is there an app for that?  4. How many little girls do you think are lucky enough to see the world's Biggest Potato? 5. Because tan fat is much more attractive than white fat, that's why. 6. I'm only drinking this Diet Coke for your

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Last weekend The Brain and I watched the movie Julie and Julia.  Of course I loved it. I knew it was a movie about cooking, because  - hello?  Julia Child, right?  But I had no idea it was also a blogging movie!  Nobody tells me this stuff.  Or at least if they do, I don't really listen. So if you haven't seen it, here's your newsflash -- a lot of the movie is about blogging. And how could any of

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Ahh.  School holidays.  Everyone in my family has a different idea about what should happen for spring break this year. I just want to GO somewhere.  The Brain and Buddy can't take off work/classes, so they have to stay home. Lizzie wants to go to BYU-Idaho to get a tour and check it out now that she's been officially accepted Mimi wants to go to Arizona to get a great tan.  (This coming from

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Most of the adults in my immediate family go through various stages of drinking caffeine drinks or non-caffeine drinks, usually depending on how a) righteous or b) health conscious they are feeling at the time. ( "health conscious" in this context is a relative term.  just go with it.  we'll all be happier, k?) You never really know who's doing what, and so when my brothers and sisters and

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Last Saturday I ran in my first race in a very long time.  I only showed up, really, at the insistance of my running partner, Kami, who was running the 10 mile race and wanted me to do it with her.  I knew that 10 miles is (sadly) out of my league right now, but I agreed to do the 5 mile one, thinking that at least I could keep her company for half the race.  I actually had a great time, and

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Yesterday I was asked to share a personal story as part of the Relief Society lesson.  The teacher had asked 5 or 6 women to share stories about their experiences with teaching and teachers. So guess who's the only one that didn't cry during her sharing part.  The last sharer even pointed out that everyone had cried except me.  Not in a bad way or anything -- she was just making a joke. OK -

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So yesterday at Walmart I found a white cotton blouse on sale. And since I would rather crawl through fire ants than actually go to the dressing rooms, (which may explain why my clothes don't always fit right now that I think about it), I tried it on over the red shirt I was wearing.But you know, I can never tell what it really looks like, so I asked the random woman who was walking behind me if

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This makes me laugh. Font Conference - Watch more Videos at Vodpod.

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 I hate that there appears to be a growing proportion of people that think it's ok to commit suicide and mass murder when life doesn't work out the way you want it to.  I really hate the second incident that happened in Littleton yesterday, and the way it further labels my little suburb. I hate even more, that in the focus Littleton will undergo as the potential capital of Crazytown  (and I'm

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Disclaimer: It may or may not be possible that I have given you the wrong impression of my next couple of weeks. I mean, I don't really intend to blast anybody or make any over the top proclamations.  My whole goal is just to write ....anything.... and then post without the crazy editing and sanitizing I usually do.  And without telling myself that what I'm writing is stupid and I should just

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For the last couple of months I've been dealing with some writer's block issues.  I'm not self-absorbed enough to think that you may have noticed that my posting is more trickling than flowing, (and I mean that in the sense of quality as well as quantity.)  but you know, somewhere in my imagination I like to think that you turn on your computer every day wondering if I'll be there, like Hal the

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So today I decided to go to Costco without a plan.  Because if there's anywhere you want to impulse spend, it's Costco.  But we needed fruit...  and popcorn...  and milk...  So obviously it couldn't be put off even one more day, because when you're out of popcorn how do you live, right? Anyway in a half hearted and futile stab at sort of trying to kind of menu plan while I was there, I decided

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(I have no idea who to credit for this, but it's someone with a better sense of humor than I would have had!)

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bungee jump watch and/or listen to Nancy Grace anything that starts with d and ends in ishes. Stay on hold with my health insurance company.  (You people realize you need all the friends you can get right now, right?) work on homework.  (It would be one thing if it was my OWN homework...) tell my daughters' friends to pull their pants up.  (Seriously.  Get a belt.) see any kind of a spider

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I was working on a different post for today. But today I’m in the convention center in downtown Denver, where Lizzie is in the midst of three days of rehearsals for the Colorado All State Choir.The snow is floating outside the giant wall of windows in front of me, and I’m watching the construction workers negotiate the slick steel of the new building going up across the street. It’s very very

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Last night, The Brain asked me if I had any ideas for Valentine's Day, or if I just wanted him to make a stab in the dark and come up with something woefully inadequate. It was kind of a joke, because we normally just decide on something to do together... but we had been listening to a radio show earlier, where people were calling in and decidedly saying that Valentine's Day is about men

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 A long time ago, at our local lds cannery, you used to be able to go bottle your own jam. It was fantastic.  To get the best deal,  you had to pre-order the amount of jam you wanted, you had to bring your own jars, and you had bring enough people to run the bottling facility. So when someone at church generously decided to organize an excursion, of course I signed up!  Hey I don't mind getting

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Today I've been goofing around on MysteryGoogle.  (and you wonder why my laundry isn't getting done?) MysteryGoogle is where you type something in to the search bar, but the results you get are from the person who did a search right before you did. I admit  - it's a gamble.  But I've never had anything dirty pop up, so either I'm beating the odds in an incredible way, or people don't type stupid

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I don't know what it is about teenagers and leaving the house wearing as little fabric as is humanly possible.  I'm not even talking about modesty issues - though we've certainly had those battles as well.  I'm just wondering when it became uncool to keep your body at a temperature where your natural lip color could still be described with words from the red/pink category rather than words like

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 I've been trying to think of something to write about.  Something profound.  Or funny.  Or embarrassing.  Well, actually - I haven't been looking for something embarrassing - usually that stuff finds me all by itself. But my life these days is filled with things that I find less than bloggable.  I'm STILL trying to get a Kneaders going in Colorado.  What?  It's only been 2 years...  Wanna hear

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Friday Flair hasn't made a blog appearance for awhile.  But I was browsing through the "most popular" flair buttons the other night, and I thought some of these were pretty good. Happy Friday!!

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I just think if public service ads make people panic, they might be doing less of a "public service" than they think.    For the past week or so, I've been hearing a particular ad on Denver radio stations about water tampering.  In a very calm and tranquilizing voice, a woman says something to the effect of - "if you see someone tampering with a fire hydrant, or a city water supply, call

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Hey, if you want to do something fun, set yourself up to drive a carpool of 4 15-year-old girls who have all recently acquired their driver's permits. Because NOTHING is more fun than having your driving "secretly" critiqued from the back seat every day of the week at 3:30. Now, these are darling girls - every one of them! And I really don't think they're trying to be judgmental -- they're

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Ever wonder what The Shining would look like as a romantic comedy? (Yeah, me either. But this made me laugh.)

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I’m in Atlanta for a few days helping my mom with some of her business shopping.  It’s a ton of work and also a ton of fun, and free wireless access is relatively nonexistent. (and I really don't like having to pay for it.  Because in my mind it's air, and I don't think you should pay for air unless you are 30 feet below the surface of the ocean in a beautiful reef somewhere.)   But anyway,

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You probably already know that I'm not a fan of the New Years Resolutions.  I don't want to brag about being a fast learner or anything,  but  it only took me about 25 years to figure out that making long lists entitled Qualities I Wish I Had wasn't really working for me.  (What can I say?  It's a gift,) What?  You mean everyone doesn't make resolutions that way? Whatever. Anyway, the only

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More randomness.  I probably won't have a coherent thought until after this week.  But in the meantime, here is some of the incoherentness going on around me.  ****************** I got the WD40 out of the dryer, and all it took was soap and rags, requiring no creativity whatsoever, which is probably good, because my creativitymeter is bottoming out these days. My recommendation is to NOT

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Turning on the dryer and wiping with a cloth Turning on the dryer, and then picking off the glue with your fingernails.  (this method will however, successfully remove your fingernails) Hair dryer with a cloth Hair dryer with a metal spatula What finally did the trick? WD40 and a rag Now I just have to figure out how to remove the WD40.  oh, and also?  If you're more or less crawled inside

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I've been out of town for a few days. What started out as a fun 3-day-weekend with my sister turned into a fun 3-day-weekend, with an additional 3 days of when-am-I-going-to-be-able-to-get-home?? as 700 miles of blizzarding cold front came between where I was, and where I wanted to be.  Finally though, I got to drive home yesterday - with minimal white-knuckleage on the way, thankyouverymuch!

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Last year when I took down the Christmas tree (by myself) (I know! Poor me, right?) I noticed that I really like some of my ornaments more than others. And don't hate me for saying this, but the little tin-foil-covered-cardboard-then-scribbled-on ornaments that the kids made at some Mom's Day Out program when they were 3ish, are neither meaningful to me nor are they beautiful. The kid doesn't

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I love this!

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When playing Pictionary, it is never worth what it costs to slam another team for cheating.  Just let it GO, even if there's NO WAY that team could have guessed the word "monkey" from a poorly drawn bunch of bananas that looks exactly like a witch's claw.  And if you do slam the team, be prepared to feel bad about it the rest of the game. ************************** Werewolves. Are. Awesome.

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I'm not sure which is more embarrassing. The fact that I'm so excited about these, or how truly awful I am with the little Paint program "spraypaint can". 

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Okay, okay.  I'll stop with the Grammar Rock posts.  For now I mean.  But it's possible that in the future, I may have something to say about Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla.  You never know. So besides Grammar Rock,then,  what do we have to talk about? ....Cricket.... ...Cricket... I know, right? It seems that my life is stuck  in one of those cycles where I just hurry from one event to the next,

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I was thinking this morning about Mr Morton.  I have no idea why.  I guess I was wondering if his marriage contrived out of desperation and loneliness ever actually worked out. I think I might have already mentioned this last week,  but I got so personally involved in some of the Grammar Rock videos, that I could never learn the actual lesson. As a kid, and even now, I feel SO sorry for Mr.

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My family loves to play games. Here's the game I'm bringing to Thanksgiving this year!  It's like Bingo, but with things that will make you laugh and wince at the same time.  In case you can't read them (I know the lettering is small, but it's easier at the Milko site) some of the bingo spots are: Help Dry Dishes Antacids Choking Broken Dinnerware Green Beans Go for a Walk Sore Subject

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For the last 3 nights in a row, I've been super tired.  I don't even know why, really.  Just crazy hey-this-almost-feels-like-8-months-pregnant-but-that-would-be-a-medical-miracle-and-plus-I-think-I-would-have-noticed kind of tired. So I've been going to bed at 8:30, at which point I get the insane idea that I can probably make it through a 30 minute recorded tv show. I have started the same 30

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Well, for those of you I haven't told yet, I have officially dropped out of the Rim Rock Marathon. I could give you all my reasons, but they really don't change anything, and as Vizzini would say, “I do not accept excuses. I'm just going to have to find myself a new giant, that's all.” So yeah, I'm looking for a new giant. Or wait, maybe I"m the giant.   Ok I have no idea. I'm back to running,

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Every morning my favorite morning news show -  America's Newsroom - records on my DVR.  That way, if I get on my treadmill about 15 minutes after it starts, I can get all the morning news without having to watch the commercials!  I love my fast forward button. But what makes me laugh is when The Brain comes home after work and flips the tv on to watch the recording.  I think I mentioned to him

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Just random thoughts moving through my brain today.... *********** Pretty sure I burned out another running partner this morning.  She said she'd run 3 miles with me and I prodded her to do 4.  Looking back on it, she probably didn't really feel like she could say no. I guess I forgot to explain the runner's code - which is basically that your partner is supposed to challenge you a little, and

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It's no secret.  I'm not a night person.  But I really! Really! REALLY!  want to go to the midnight showing of New Moon with my girlfriends who actually invited me, even though they never invite me to late night stuff anymore, because I rarely go, because I get really! Really! REALLY! cranky after about 10 pm, because all I want to do is find a place to be horizontal. I keep thinking I'll

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Here's where we are this morning! survey says!: Yeah I think that's pretty accurate.  They're telling us only 4-8" more.    The mountain suburbs are getting a little more. I talked The Brain into working from home today, because the roads are just too slick. Can you believe he vetoed my idea of celebrating at Krispy Kreme?  I suppose if I want to go to Sonic later I'm going to have to

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Our snow day today, and we did Abso. Lutely. Nothing. In case you want to know my definition of absolutely nothing, here it is: I woke up at 5 because I was so excited that it might be a snow day.  It was, and I couldn't get back to sleep.  Yes, I have already been called a dork.  The Brain was so so happy *cough* when I turned on the tv to watch the snow coverage.  Idk.  I like to watch it, ok

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So the other day, The Brain and I were working in the garage, and just as we decided to head inside for lunch, the radio started to play the unmistakable acapella strains of Bohemian Rhapsody. (not sure when that song made it to the "oldies station"...but whatever...) (shut up) At that point, one of us, who shall remain nameless, refused to come into the house for lunch, wanting to hear all 5

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Love this clip I got from my friend Q. - It just keeps getting better as it goes along! Also - I think this may be my new favorite tv show! It's called The Middle.

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Look, all I'm saying is that we need to think a little bit more about the way technology affects our lives. We all know that news travels faster than - you know - EVERYTHING, but I fear that we don't recognize that OUR news is the news that is traveling. Yesterday I had an issue with a teacher at the high school who chastised my daughter in front of her friends, because she had the audacity to

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So last night, I had a dream that it was today.  And in my dream, I got up, and pretty much went through my entire day. And so when I woke up, I thought it was tomorrow. And I can not get it into my head that it's today. Don't you hate that?

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Last week The Brain, Mimi, and I took one of the most fantastic road trips I have ever done, to southern Colorado for a visit with our daughter Hannah! We wanted to get out and see her and Mesa Verde before most of the park shuts down for the season. I seriously could not get over the spectacular beauty of the drive. I'm going to let you in on Colorado's best kept secret. The mountain

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( I accidentally had the wrong video in here for the first few hours this was posted. Sorry!) or maybe I should say "Gewinn-Pumen!" If you haven't seen this yet, and you're a BYU fan, you might enjoy it. Come to think of it, if you're a Utah fan, you might enjoy it even more.

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I'm pretty sure I've mentioned before that October is my favorite month. But I don't know if I've ever mentioned that it's my birthday month! So in honor of October, my VERY favorite whimsical bloggy thing to do... RANDOM COMMENT DAY  WEEKEND Tell me your favorite quote, how often you clip your toenails, tv characters from different shows that should meet and marry, whether you've ever been to

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One of the girls in the picture below is Lizzie.  I bet you can figure out which one she is, and some of the many reasons I am so stinkin' proud of her. Here's another hint:

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 (why isn't there a font for "air quotes"?  You knew those were air quotes in the title, right?) Yesterday I went to Lowe's to look at area rugs.  When the sisal rug we have in our family room started fraying right in the middle of the rug (in front of the couch) I knew that it was inevitable.  But now that it has actual holes in it where the fraying areas used to be, it's really time, and I

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Because it just tickles me for Sister Dibb to take a contemporary phrase and give it a gospel meaning. Also because it makes me laugh out loud to think about hanging this on my wall: I chose this quote sent in by Beckers!  Congratualtions!  And I promise to mail your FABULOUS prizes in the next, you know, couple of months.   (kidding! gosh!) (In case you missed the talk, she was referring

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First, a big thank-you to everyone who participated in the Conference Cliff Notes!!  I love all the quotes, and I love seeing what sticks out at you!  As is customary, I'll leave that contest open one more day, and announce the winner tomorrow.  And then, if I'm doing it as "customary" it will take me between 1-6 months to actually mail the prize.  I hope to do that part a little faster this time

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YAY!  I love conference!! Every October and April, the LDS church holds a worldwide televised conference. It's always uplifting, and never fails to inspire me to do better. I also find that when I listen to these people speak with my heart open it's as if they are talking just to me. I hear answers to my problems, and find comfort in their stories and examples. In short, it's several hours of

Randihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.com60tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-60646444801912083982009-10-01T18:39:00.000-06:002009-10-01T18:39:41.006-06:00

I just found out that, according to Lloyd's Pharmacy,  I have slept (directly or indirectly) with 2,226,364 men. You'd think I'd know more about it, wouldn't you?  Because seriously, I do NOT remember that! But according to the Sex Degrees of Separation calculator, it's true.  In an effort to encourage safe sex, Lloyd's Pharmacy in London has put up an online calculator which uses averages to

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It's only taken me about 30 years to figure out that there are certain foods that just can not occupy the same living space as I do. No, really.  I'm not talking about eating when I'm bored or emotional, I'm talking about the foods that actually call to me from wherever I've hidden them, enticing me like a chocolate cupcake with sprinkles in a room full of hungry Biggest Loser contestants.   And

Randihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-53032495616401751442009-09-29T13:01:00.002-06:002009-09-29T13:11:42.992-06:00

I pretty much love this idea of  Post-it Note Tuesday.  It fits those little things I want to say, but can't really write a whole post about!   If you want directions on how to do it, click on the button above! ( and thanks Chief for linking it up.)

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Last week I got to watch my nephews and niece for a few days while my brother was out of town.  Can I just tell you, I am completely envious of those of you with little kids... I laughed the whole time I was there.  And oh, the stories I could tell you! Like the night the two year old started a tantrum, and my four year old niece looked at me sitting cozily on the couch and said, "Aunt Randi, we

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Buddy walked in to the kitchen yeserday at lunchtime, popped something in the microwave, and casually asked, "How long would you say McDonalds' food lasts?" I was distracted and gave a sort of - "depends on what it is"- answer.   Until it kicked into my brain that the microwave was going, and a hungry 23 year guy  - who had not been to McDonalds in recent memory - was asking me about old food.

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Do yours at Kanyelicious.

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This last Sunday, The Brain got sustained as the second counselor in our bishopric.  He is enthusiastic, and a little apprehensive about all the responsibility, but he'll do a great job.  I feel great about his new calling, especially the part where he was um, "strongly encouraged" to shave off his beard. *** Sidenote*** It's been about a week now, and everywhere we go together, people do a

Randihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-39947167367163930732009-09-17T09:31:00.012-06:002009-09-21T10:13:32.118-06:00

I'm fine. completely and totally fine. I'm sorry if I sounded dark and bleak yesterday. I was going for reserved and vague. I should know by now that I'm not good at vague. I'm much better at laying my cards all over the table and saying "hey! - here it is..." So, Hey! Here it is: I am fine.  Good even. I just have those blahs that we all get. (tell me we all get them!)  The ones where I

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