Christmas love notes.

dear christmas lights,
you know we have a love/hate relationship, right? i love that you add the special glow to the christmas season hanging on my trees and garlands and house. i just don't get why you insist on being so temperamental. i am not the only one who feels this way.

like how two weeks ago, half of my garage lights stopped working, and yet, last night, as i was snow blowing the driveway, i looked up to see that every last light was on! do you just get a kick out of that? hmmm ....

i wanted to say, that i love you enough, to keep on trying though. thanks a lot for all the ones that do stay lit the entire season - and into the next.


dear christmas candy,
wow! i loved you a little too much this year! now i need to work on getting those few extra pounds off that i gained while enjoying you SO much, every day, for the entire month! (a special shout out to you little candy canes ... love you the most!)


dear christmas cards,
you are truly one of my most favorite things about the christmas season! i am so happy for all of the cards that made it to me this year. i love to get you, and i love to give you. keep on coming - all the way into the new year! you know i wouldn't mind.


dear christmas presents,
you know how much i love to wrap you, right? i love to pick out the paper and i love to pick out the bows. you really do add to my decor at christmastime. sorry you didn't get to all be together this year for our "group" picture. i know we usually do that every christmas eve, but this year we had to spread out the festivities since the young ones were leaving on their trip. we'll do it next year though, for sure.


dear christmas carols,
i am just NOT ready to let you go! the radio stations start playing you as early as november 1st, but for some reason stop just a couple of days after christmas - i don't get it.

i couldn't find a single station yesterday or today that was playing your songs, so i popped in my own cd. (david archuleta ... just got it, love it, not ready to put it away.) thank you so much for your variety and for the beautiful message that most of your songs bring ... (i say most because i'm not a huge fan of "santa baby" - although i think madonna sings it really well, or of "i saw mommy kissing santa claus" except by the jackson 5 - especially when michael says, "i did! i really did ... and i'm gonna tell my dad." so cute.)


i will really miss this season - i love it - it's always hard to let it go!

love,
pollydove

Window displays.

I was completely in love with Nordstrom's Christmas decorations this year! When I got out of my car and approached the University mall for the first time, my mouth fell open ... like a jaw dropping open, and I said, "OH MY GOSH! Look at the windows!"

Then we walked into the store and I said, "OH MY GOSH! Look at the chandeliers! Look at the garlands! I want them! Where is my camera?" (That is when I told myself it is a must to get a pocket sized digital camera. But I forgot to ask Santa and he was the only hope I had of getting one, darn it.)

Well, yesterday, I had taken the day off of work so I could watch my little Libby. I decided that we could head down south and take a road trip (with a baby, errands turn into a road trip with all the preparations necessary to get in the car and go), and get some things done.

Chloe was home too so we made a list of all the things we needed to do in that area so we could "kill" lots of birds (not the cute birds in the Nordstrom Christmas displays) with one stone. She needed new sheets for school and I had seen a kiosk at the Orem mall selling Egyptian cotton sheets valued at $80, for $22 ... so that was first on the list.

1 - Get Chloe sheets for college.
2 - Take pictures at the Sweet Tooth Fairy for blog.
3 - Stop by Jacksons and see their Christmas decorations.
4- Take pictures of the Nordstrom window displays.
5 - Return unused Christmas candle to Deseret Book.

We decided to go to the South Towne mall first because I had a picture idea at that mall too ... but as we headed north, there must have been an accident because we had only gone as far as one exit in 40 minutes. That was WAY too much time to be spent in the car, using up valuable baby sleep time, so we got off, only to see nothing but red brake lights for miles ahead of us.

I said, "Let's forget about South Towne. We should have just gone to Provo first." (Who knew?)

So about 45 minutes after our start time, we turned around to back track and head south on I-15.

We went to the Sweet Tooth Fairy first - they were closed on Mondays.

I couldn't reach the Jacksons on either phone so I called my mom to see if they had gone up to Sundance. They hadn't, but she did tell me they had gone to Ephriam and would not be home all day. Strike two.

When we drove up to the mall, the Nordstrom windows had big red "Men's Half Yearly Sale" signs in them instead of the cute tree trio, covered in snow, with adorable figures of birds and a little fox standing by fleece clad mannequins. (Are you kidding me?)

Sadly, and very disappointed, I walked into the mall and headed toward the kiosk that sold the sheets. On the way, we passed the Information desk so I asked where the Deseret Book store was. The clerk said, "Oh, they are no longer in this mall. They have moved down by the theaters." (Say what?)

The Egyptian cotton sheet stand had a big sign on it too - it read, "Available." Apparently it was there strictly for pre-Christmas buying.

If I was three, that would have been where I started crying and layed down on the mall floor until my mother picked me up and starting consoling me with things like, "It's okay ... Let's go get a donut at Krispy Kreme ... C'mon, let's go get a pretzel dog at Pretzelmaker ... I will make you some hot chocolate and put you in front of a movie when we get home."

As we were walking back through Nordstrom, having (in my opinion) wasted a lot of time and energy for nothing, I said to Chloe, "Let's go put some stuff on Libby and take pictures."

It completely changed the mood. We were busting up. And I have laughed everytime I have looked at the pictures since. I think this is what the expression "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade" is all about.

The day after Christmas.

I vividly remember my first "after Christmas sale" experience. It was the early 80s. I was driving down the 210 freeway in California at 4:30 in the morning. I was the only car on the road - for as far as I could see anyway. It was still dark, it was cold, and I thought, "This is insane. I so did not need to get there this early."

My mom's friend Penny, had mentioned that Stats, which was an enormous decorator warehouse store in Pasadena, opened at 5:00 am the day after Christmas and I had better get there right when they opened or I would miss out on all the good stuff.

Penny was (and is) the queen of sales and bargains and I believed her. I wanted to get my pick of ribbon colors and wrapping paper and lights and ornaments. I had only been married a short time and I felt the "need" to stock up.

But as I was traveling the 30 minutes toward Stats, I felt a little foolish for being out at that ridiculously early hour. NO ONE would be there ... there was no sign of human life at all, anywhere around me. The lights were all green heading down the streets. No other car was going the opposite direction to trigger the signals - until I turned the corner of the street that Stats was on.

And then it was as if I was on a movie set. Lights, camera, action!!!

Parking attendants were needed to direct traffic. Inside the store it was wall to wall people. Carts were already full and customers were grabbing. Employees were running to help and check out stands had been moved outside under tents - about 15 cashiers long, and a dozen people deep at each one. It was definitely crazy! (I think the ribbon I bought that day lasted for about 5 years.)

I began my collection of ornaments (I buy one a year for each of my kids), so after Stats I stopped by the mall and every Hallmark store on my way home to see what was left. I collected those Anna Lee dolls, and I tried to get at least one a year at the after Christmas sales. They were a pretty hot item back then so I would have to hit department stores, flower shops, and gift stores to (sometimes) find just one.

That year, a tradition commenced. I have been going out ever since. Strictly for Christmas items.

Now that I live in Utah, with all of my siblings, and parents who are here more than not at Christmastime, we all go together. And we all need one more Christmas decoration like we need a whole in the head - but how can we break tradition, right?

It really has become so much more about spending the day together. We all load up in someone's Suburban, pile all of the packages in the back as we leave the stores (sometimes needing a mid-day drop off). We stop for lunch, shop some more, get some treats for the car, some diet cokes, stop for dinner, and shop some more.

Target has always been the last place we stop since they are open the latest, and one year we even asked if we could have some of the store displays they were taking down. (Just thinking ahead. They made great decorations for the church Christmas party the following year!)

The most fun I think we have had was about 5 years ago. We started at around 8:00 am in Provo and went all day, going as far north as Farmington and then back to Salt Lake. We hit every single little shop we could think of. We stood in more than one line for over an hour. We got back to my house (the central location) shortly before midnight and then we wanted to see what everyone else had bought.

So in came all the bags for show and tell! You know how you get a little punch drunk late at night? Especially siblings - going on very little sleep - having exerted all our energy during the course of the day? Well ... it was a lot of fun.

Christmas day.

merry christmas everyone!

may the joy of Christmas,

the life and light of the Savior,

and the spirit of giving

be with you in the coming year.

with love,

polly dove

Decking the halls.

With Garlands ...







And Santas ...








And Angels ...





And Goodies ...





And Trees ...

I'm EXHAUSTED!

Peppermint bark.

When December 1st rolled around, I thought, "I better post about other happy things as well as Christmas posts since everyday would be a happy thing about Christmas."

And then I started to prepare for Christmas and got really busy, and now it is December 22nd (WHAT?) and I don't have very many posts this month ... especially about Christmas.

So, I decided it was time to talk about my favorite things about this time of year and one of them is peppermint bark. Not just any peppermint bark because although there are many imitations - for me, nothing is as good as the "only available at this time of year" peppermint bark from Williams-Sonoma.

One of my daughter's friends brought me some last week. Yum ... so good!

I was shopping at Target and my friend, Vicki, picked up a bag of Dove's peppermint bark. I did not know there was such a thing and was really excited because I do LOVE Dove chocolate.

Truth be told, they were a little disappointing. Not enough of the peppermint.

But, like other Dove chocolate squares, inside the wrapper of each individual piece was a little "something" to read. Inside of these were little tips from Martha Stewart to help you through the holidays.

I ate about 6 or 7 before the tips started to repeat. I left my wrappers on the counter. I guess my kids thought I was saving them, because before too long there were probably 26! That's a lot of tips.

So I tossed the repeats and thought I would share this invaluable advice with you:

Martha: Organize your ingredient list before shopping. (My thought: Seriously? That's your tip for holiday shopping?)

M: String lights on border edges and line your walkway. (Kay, that's a pretty good one. I have thought about doing that. I don't think it would be too terribly hard, except getting the little somethings that hold your lights up.)

M: Use gumdrops to make festive snowman pops. (That's cute. I remember K-mart sold little Martha Stewart gumdrop snow people a couple of years ago. They were pastel. Cute.)

M: For a dark-colored gingerbread, use molasses as the sweetener. (Do people really make their own gingerbread? Wow. Good for them!)

M: Thread jingle bells on a length of cord to tie packages. (Where do I buy jingle bells?)

M: String strands of lights between the trees in your yard. (Does she mean like they do across the ceiling at the school dances?)

M: Crepe-paper bells add a festive touch to the holiday table. (Hmmm. I don't know about that one. I don't really think so. I'd have to see a picture.)

M: Out of wrapping paper? Use an old map or sewing pattern. (Okay. 'Cause I do have lots of old maps and sewing patterns laying around.)

M: Use beautiful cloth napkins to make lavender-filled sachets. (No. Now that just sounds like WAY too much work.)

M: Glittered lemons make a cheerful centerpiece. (I would have to agree with that, they do.)

M: Shred discarded wrapping and use it to box fragile items. (Shoot! The trash man already picked up my discarded wrapping! And I don't know where I put my shredder!)

M: Try printing your own labels to personalize holiday tins. (I don't really do tins anymore. I would always forget to bake and put the stuff in them.)

M: Use place cards to label food on a buffet table. (That's a good one. I could do that. And I will, next time I serve my guests from a buffet table and the food needs identification.)

M: Dress packages in candy stripes for a sweet presentation. (?)

M: Use beads, wire and pliers to fashion your own ornaments. (I know I have pliers somewhere. I used them when my sisters and I did boutiques back in the early 90s. I wonder where they are?)

M: Create a cone out of card stock, secure with tape and add candy. (Now that would be cute. Kind of like the little "May Day" baskets we used to leave at our neighbors doors back in New York when we were little. I like that one!)

M: Parsnips and brussels sprouts are hearty seasonal sides. (No. No, Martha. Excuse me? Don't we want people to enjoy the sides? I think I have read enough of these ... they don't really apply to me.)

Hanging in the kitchen.

I had an idea for my christmas cards this year of taking a group shot in the kitchen, since that is where we like to gather. This isn't it. But this is my test shot.

I wanted to see if the lighting would be good enough, and if you'd be able to see faces good enough ... I think it turned out pretty good, so that's what I decided to do. And then I changed my mind. And now I'm not sure I should have.

Although this picture is a little less than flattering of Haley (sorry about it, Hee) I still LOVE it!

What would make this mama more happy than four of her children hanging out together in the kitchen, enjoying each other's company, with fresh 44 oz. diet cokes? And the cutest little baby chillin' in the sink?

Well ... if you ask me, not much else.

Mountain views.

This is my view as I am coming down the street towards home.

So many times I have said to my children, "Just look at how gorgeous that is."

And not just in the wintertime either. All through the different seasons.

One of those times, I was driving with Elliott and he said, "Mom, why don't you stop and take a picture?"

This morning I did.

The view as I leave my neighborhood, most often times, looks like a painting to me. Sometimes it makes me feel like that's the end of the "set" over there ... like in the movie "The Truman Show," where Jim Carey lives in a staged world and his sky is just painted on an enormous dome.

Can that sky be real? Are those mountains really there?

I love where I live.

Gingerbread houses.

Around the first of December each year, there is a local event called "The Festival of Trees." It is a fund raising event for Primary Children's Hospital. The entire event is run by wonderful volunteers.

Besides the hundreds of decorated trees which are donated each year, there is a craft area for children. A boutique area. Two stages with non-stop entertainment. Long lines for scones and cinnamon rolls. A fudge and candy section. Rows and rows of beautiful wreaths on doors. And my personal favorite thing to see ... the gingerbread houses.

They never cease to amaze me - and this year was no exception. I admire the creativity, talent, and patience that goes into creating them. I think I would have a hard time giving mine away.

These are just two of my favorites.

(How cute is this house from UP?)



(I decided to add another one ...)

Let it snow.

We moved into our house on April 1st, 13 years ago. It snowed a few days later. What? Coming from California, I just didn't really expect to see snow fall in April. I now know better. It's Utah. Things happen. They say if you don't like the weather in Utah, wait 5 minutes and it will change.

But no one in this household complained. We loved it. Especially the kids! They made a tiny little snowman out on the back deck. (We're talkin' tiny ... they put a barbie hat on it.)

Over the next few years, we all decided that not nearly enough snow fell in Utah! If it's going to snow - LET IT SNOW!!!!

I didn't even mind shoveling the driveway. In fact, I enjoyed it. It was way too hard to shovel after the car had made tracks in the snow, so I used to get up before anyone else and head out to the driveway before I had to take the kids up to their bus stop.

It was dark, and so still, so quiet, so peaceful. It was always a great sense of accomplishment too. It felt good. (Especially if it was a morning I got to crawl back into bed for a little while.)

I shoveled that driveway for 12 years. And then I got a snow blower.

I wasn't sure I would like it ... in fact, even after I had one, I still shoveled for the next couple of snow falls. It was noisy and I worried that it would bother the neighbors at 6:00 in the morning. I paid attention to how many lights were on in the other houses around me, and how many other people were up shoveling too (who I wouldn't be disturbing), and I did hear a couple of other snow blowers at that wee early hour - so I powered it up.

I love snow blowers.

A few days ago we got our first real, substantial snowfall of the season. It's a good thing too. If the temperature is going to be in the single digits, it should be white outside.

I just remembered that I forgot to turn off the water main to my sprinklers. That is SO not good.

Robert Redford.

I must have fallen in love with Robert Redford during "The Way We Were." Gosh he was beautiful in that movie. Still is, if you ask me. And he has always been one of those elusive stars which makes him even a little more appealing.

I have had some friends and family members say that they have seen him at different times up at the restaurant in Sundance, but I have never been so lucky. And even though I did see him briefly as I quickly drove by him once (I posted about it here), that isn't really the same thing.

I do have a little bit of a connection though. I was hoping it would someday serve me and eventually segway, somehow, to an eventual meeting - but I think that chance has, sadly, passed me by.

Here is the connection (it's a little bit of a 6 degrees of separation story): Robert Redford married Lola Van Wagenen in 1958. Lola's brother, Richard, moved to the town I lived in when I was a little girl, and my parents became good friends with he and his wife. Once they had asked my mother if I could go with them on their trip to Utah to help tend their children while they were visiting his sister and her family .... I'm not quite sure why that didn't work out back then - darn it.

And now, over 35 years later, as luck would have it, my parents' home in Sundance is right next door to the Van Wagenen's vacation home. And even though Lola and Robert divorced a long time ago, it would still put me up in his vicinity ... and maybe I could somehow run into him ... and I'm divorced now too ... and he's old, so I don't need to be someone famous ... well, you see where my mind sometimes goes. Can I help that I travel to La La Land every once in a while?

Sigh.

I recently read where Robert Redford wed his long time girlfriend, Sibylle Szaggars, a German artist (or something like that), back in July.

Sigh again.

But I do like his holiday message: I wish you all love, peace, tolerance, and compassion.

Magazines.

I just LOVE magazines! I always have. I can remember having Seventeen and Glamour magazines on my bedroom shelf as a teenager when my father announced that we were moving to Connecticut. My dad told me that I couldn't take them with us because they would weigh too much.

Oh no. That was going to be hard. So I went through (all of) them and ripped out my favorite pages and put them into files. Then I put the files into a box and labeled it "Model Files." I still have it.

I haven't looked at them for quite some time, but one of my files is for Christy Brinkley. And what I do remember having in her file, is a layout of her and her husband when she was just breaking into modeling. And the interesting thing to me now is that no one ever mentions that husband. Hmmm?

After I got married, my magazine focus switched to home magazines. My favorites are House Beautiful and Traditional Home. I have subscribed to just about all of them at one time or another.

At one point several years ago, I found that I didn't even have enough time to look through them as they arrived so I cancelled all of my subscriptions ... but then I would come across the little pull out cards as they fell out in the check out line and they seemed to speak to me, "Only $12.00 a year - over 80% savings off the newstand price."

And that would get me thinking ... It's only a dollar a month. Even if I just glance through it quickly, it's like entertainment. And I really do enjoy them. I could use that kind of entertainment for a few minutes in a month.

So I would re-subscribe.

Here is what I have learned about magazines though ... they can REALLY pile up. So the next time I decided to rip up my magazines and keep my favorite pages, it was not because of my father's promptings. It was because I had my own home and they seemed to be over taking it!

I took a weekend to really dig into my sorting. I went to the store and bought white notebooks and clear page covers. I sat on the family room floor and had piles all around me.

One pile was for bedrooms. Another for pretty yards. One was for bathrooms, and kitchens, and windows. Another for paint ideas, and craft ideas, and pretty fabrics.

I have one notebook that I call "Whole Houses" ... where you just wish you could move in and stay. Every once in a while, I get that one down off of the shelf and look through it. It's like a big fat favorite magazine that I continue to love over and over and over.


(Side note: I love catalogs too. And I think a big reason for that is because I love photography so much. They can be so creative in catalogs. But do they really need to send you one every other week? Because my catalogs really are over taking my house, room by room.

I had to come to the conclusion - realization, actually - that if I am not going to pick up the phone right that minute and place an order from that catalog, I need to just throw it right in the trash can. I'll miss them.)

Maximum refreshment.

So I just noticed what was written on the side of my McDonald's cup. No wonder they have the best diet coke in town ... it has been mixed precisely for maximum refreshment.

So here's to YOU Mickey D's ... i'm lovin' it!

Creative Artisans.

These two cute girls are Jeni and Sara ... they are sisters. My own sister, Spring and I, had just had baby girls and were shopping at a darling boutique in Salt Lake City, about 14 years ago. Jeni, (the sister with the hat on) had painted a plate with a baby's face on it and birth information: name, height, weight, date - and Spring and I fell in love with it! We wanted one for our babies!

That was when we were introduced to the mega-talented Jeni Gouchner. Just visiting her house, seeing her creativity all around us was a treat.

It has been fun for us to see her "evolve" over all these years and come up with new ways to use her artistry. A few years ago, she started to paint these gourds. For every holiday. She makes bunnies and chicks and lambs for Easter. She paints pumpkins and witches and ghosts for Halloween. Turkeys and pilgrims and indians for Thanksgiving. And SO many cute things for Christmas!

What is so fun about going to Jeni's boutiques each year, is that she usually comes up with something new and it just keeps getting better! I remember the first year she came up with dracula ... and then a mummy! And the first year she started to make gourd nativities and then elfs ... and this year, penguins! Oh my word - the PENGUINS! :)

Some people just OOZE creative talent, and Jeni really does. She has become part of each holiday tradition for my sisters and I. We just love her creations and maybe even more importantly, we just love HER. She is as sweet and pleasant as she is talented ... and so is Sara ... and I don't think moms get much cuter than theirs!

My 15 minutes.

I was one of the crazy shoppers out on Black Friday ... Not at 3:00 or 4:00 am though. It was at a very reasonable hour like 5:00 pm. (Okay, truth be told, Sophie and I did go out to the mall at about 11:00 pm on Thanksgiving day, but we were home in bed by about 2 am. The real crazies actually come out during the wee morning hours and are usually after electronic items like t.v.s, dvd players or X-Box items. We just wanted deals on clothes. Of course most of what we ended up getting was NOT on sale - but hey, we did check some items off of the Christmas wish list.)

Later on that day, Sophie, McCall, baby Libby, and I decided we needed another mall outing to get out of the house and go visit Chloe who was working at a little boutique called "Aerie." They are the equivalent of Gap Body to Gap for American Eagle, if that makes any sense. They sell "unmentionables" for girls and Sophie needed some "unmentionables", so there we were.

I noticed a really cute gal in the store who seemed to be watching us and I thought maybe she thought she knew me.

She eventually did come over and approach me and said, "This is going to sound really strange, but I stumbled upon your blog awhile ago ....."

Say WHAT? Someone is recognizing me from my BLOG? Could this be my 15 minutes of fame that I have longed for since I was but a girl who wanted to be an actress and then a talk show host and then a writer?????

Her name is Jenny, a fellow single mom and blogger. She was absolutely darling and totally made my day! Maybe my month ... or maybe even a longer period of time than that.

So this post is my SHOUT OUT to Jenny - to let her know that I thought that was really, really cool.

She recognized me ... really. What?

Wow. Fun. Especially for me.

HUH, Delanie?

To Gather.

The Sundance catalog has a big red metal sign that says "gather". I wanted to get it for my parents to hang on the wall up at their house in Sundance, but my sister beat me to it. She had the same idea and probably for the same reason that I did.

My mother often uses the word gather and it conjures up warm and fuzzy feelings of family for me. This Thanksgiving, we all gathered up at Sundance for a day full of food, family, and ... not much else. And that is exactly what I was looking forward to. Lots of yummy food, down time, and chatter with the people I love the most.

There are five of us siblings all living here in Utah. There are 29 first cousins, four new "married in" cousins, and now five little second generation cousins joining our group. We are a lot of people to gather together. And what makes it so nice, is that we all genuinely love being together.

My siblings are (some) of my most favorite people in the world to be with - and I know that that is more of a rarity than the norm, and I consider it a blessing in my life. It was nice to be with a house full of family and to like each and every one of them!

Having my hair played with.

Sometimes when I am sitting at the computer blogging, Sophie will come up behind me and start playing with my hair. I LOVE that.

She will immediately start putting it in a braid and I always tell her, "You can braid my hair if you brush it first." That way, I get what I like (the brushing part), and she gets what she wants (the styling part). I think that's fair.

And then Sophie will say, "Okay, but just let me finish this braid first." And then sometimes she goes and gets the brush, and sometimes she doesn't.

After this particular braid - she was really proud of the results and wanted me to see it, so she took this picture. It's a fishtail braid ... I was impressed.

I wore a dark wig to our last family Halloween party and everyone had to do a double-take when I walked in. My sister, Leslie, took a look at me and said, "You look just like me." My mom was in New York, so she missed the party, but sent me an email afterward saying that she hoped I wasn't going to dye my blond hair dark and then asked, "Do you have any idea what your natural color is now?"

I actually got a kick out of that. My mother has really dark brown hair and has never had to color her hair. No grey. Her mother died a few years ago at age 90 with dark brown hair as well. No grey. So Mom, if you look at the braid, you will notice a really dark shade of blonde. That's my natural color! And that is why I like the help of a bottle! ;)

A few years ago I had my hair done and it was much more blonde than I normally wear it. I asked one of my guy friends if he thought it was too blonde. He said, "You color your hair?"

Kudos to my hair dresser, but I had to say, "Yes I color my hair. And I can pretty much guarantee that every blonde you know colors her hair." He wasn't much help.

So I asked a girlfriend of mine if she thought I was too blonde. She said, "Can you be too blonde?????"

Well, alrighty then.

Little things today.

1 - This is my sister, Leslie, and most of her cute family ... I couldn't resist grabbing this photo from her daughter's blog - I LOVE it! (The first brunette is Leslie, then Taylor, Taryn, Tate, Brooks, Jordan, Caden, Paige, Jenson, Brynne, Brigham, Crew, Lindsay, and Kenny. The "daddy" was out on the football field reffing the BYU/UNLV game!)



2 - This is an update on the crazy goodness of In-N-Out ... Yesterday on my way home from work, the drive-thru line was out the driveway and down the street about three blocks - but two cars deep! One whole side of the road was packed with two rows of cars, WAITING to turn into the driveway.

There were three police cars at the end of that string of cars and I recognized one of them, so I stopped to say HI! He said the wait at that point was about 2 hours ... and then another cop said, "It's JUST a burger!!!!! Is it worth it? Let the novelty wear off and come back in a month!!!"

I think it might be a little more than a novelty though. There are some people who do think that it's "just a burger" but there is something about the way In-N-Out fixes it up - the cheese is always melted all over your burger ... the tomatoes are SO fresh ... they put tons of really fresh lettuce on it too ... it's just way YUM!!!!

I drove by today at lunch time ... same scene! It'll be busy for awhile. :)



3 - I saw four license plates that jumped out at me today: POWROF1 ... HELLLO ... PDW (twice - my initials) ... and then ZIPITY.

Hmmm. I wonder if that is a message sent for me - Carry on, Polly. YOU can do this!

'Cause I kinda needed to hear that message today.

Opening day ...

This morning I was getting my diet coke at the drive-thru window at McDonald's, when it suddenly occured to me that TODAY was the opening day of In-N-Out Burger just a hop skip and a jump away!!!! Although it was only 9:55 in the morning, I had heard that they were opening at 10:00 am so I raced over there!!!!!

I got in the drive-thru line right at 10:00 behind approximately 20 other cars ... and then the line kept growing ... and growing ... and growing.

They had actually opened at around 9:30 to start accomodating all of the people who were there waiting - some of whom had spent the night. (I had mentioned to a few people that it would be "cool" to be the first customer at the new In-N-Out, but I think it was only 30ish out last night, so that was NOT going to happen for me!)

There was a radio station there, a couple of t.v. stations, two police cars, LOTS of orange cones trying to keep some assemblance through the parking lot, signs directing people from the main road to the waiting line, and lots of really, REALLY nice new employees out in the parking lot!

No one can deny that In-N-Out hires exceptional employees. Every one of the six that I spoke with prior to my departure with my burger in hand, was absolutely as friendly as they could be! And isn't customer appreciation a dying art, if you will? Especially at fast food places?

I think everyone knew that it was going to be pretty much mass chaos, so they were very well prepared. Part of that might be because there are so many transplants from California in Utah now who love their In-N-Out, and part of that is because Utah folks in general just LOVE food! It's kind of sad, but it's a "safe" vice. (Okay, not if we want to talk about the obesity problem, which we know exsists, and I have heard that Utah is pretty high on the list for that ... but, hey, we also rank #1 happiest state in the country too right???? I guess food can make people happy.) Back to the subject at hand now ...

I sent a text message to my oldest daughter telling her where I was and she replied with, "What?? Bring me one!!!! I'll be your best friend!"

When I told her I was already past the order guy and almost to the window to pay, she said, "NOOOOO! Add it! They won't care!"

And they didn't. How could I not take her a burger after she said she'd be my best friend? :)

Utah ranks #1.

I read an article this week on MSN that ranked Utah as the "happiest" state in the country. Well ... what do you know? How could that not be one of my own happy little things then? :)

Here is a little bit of that article:

Happiest U.S. States are Wealthy and Tolerant

Utah Tops the list, followed by Washington and Minnesota

by Jenna Bryner

Though you might not be able to run away from your problems, moving to another state could be good for your soul. New research suggests U.S. states with wealthier, better educated and more tolerant residents are also happier on average.

The reasoning is that wealthy states can provide infrastructure and so it's easier for residents to get their needs met. In addition, states with a greater proportion of artists and gays would also be places where residents are also happier on average.

On average, well-being was highest in the Mountain states and West Coast states, followed by the Eastern Seaboard and then the Midwest and Southern states.

The researchers note that because a state scores high or low doesn't mean you could pluck out a resident and expect that person to be appropriately cheery or depressed. And not every state in the union sits exactly where you might expect on the list.

"We can only make generalizations about groups of people," said study researcher Jason Rentfrow of the University of Cambridge in England. "These results don't say wealthy people are happier than unwealthy people, (or that) people who live in areas where people are wealthy are happier."

Rentfrow and his colleagues came to their conclusions by analyzing data collected from more than 350,000 individuals who were interviewed between Jan.2 and Dec. 30, 2008 as part of the Gallup Organization's Well-Being Index. The index includes six types of well-being: overall evaluation of their lives, emotional health, physical health, healthy behaviors (such as whether a person smokes or exercises), and job satisfaction.

Here are the top 10 states and their average well-being scores (out of a possible 100 points):

• Utah: 69.2
• Hawaii: 68.2
• Wyoming: 68
• Colorado: 67.3
• Minnesota: 67.3
• Maryland: 67.1
• Washington: 67.1
• Massachusetts: 67
• California: 67
• Arizona: 66.8

Here are a few more points brought out in the article about Utah that were interesting:

Of the personality factors, neuroticism took a toll on a state's cheery count, suggesting people living in the happiest states are more relaxed than their gloomy counterparts. For instance, West Virginia, Mississippi and Kentucky were ranked as highly neurotic and showed lower well-being scores. Utah, on the other hand, had a significantly lower level of neurotiscism than other states.

And ... Ed Diener (a psychologist at the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign who studies well-being) points out that Utah is conservative, and research has suggested such right-leaning individuals are a bit happier than others. Hawaii's ranking could be due to a relaxed culture, he said, adding that the three top states may just have strong families and social relationships.

Cold cereal sales.

Cold cereal is definitely considered a kitchen staple, right? Like sugar, flour, salt and pepper? I don't think my kids would survive without a pantry full of these boxes. It's an "anytime" snack in our household.

When I was growing up, my mom would buy good for you cereals. You know, like granola, cheerios (because there was no visable sugar on the O's), shredded wheat, grape nuts, raisin bran ... I do remember a time when there was a new cereal called KABOOM. The box was yellow with a picture of a clown on it.

My siblings and I couldn't imagine why our mother would have bought it since it tasted good - but I guess there must have been less sugar in that particular kind or it wouldn't have made it to our cupboard shelf.

I remember that we would go through the box so quickly and complain that we hadn't gotten our fair share before it was gone, so my mom decided that to keep the peace, she would buy 5 boxes of it and put our names on them. NO ONE was supposed to touch anyone else's cereal!!!!! I know I never did, but my boxes always emptied sooner than I thought they should, so ... I don't know - ?

Now, although I do sometimes hear that same complaint about ice cream at my house, I don't hear it about cereal. There is almost always an abundance of cold cereal ... the good kinds! :)

My poor mom! She really did raise her children in a home filled with consciousness about nutrition. I'm not quite sure what happened, but I just don't share the same enthousiasm for healthy food choices. (Really, Polly? We couldn't gather that on our own from reading your blog.)

As a little side note - I do remember when my rebellion of all things nutritious went a little south. It was when I first left home and went to college. I was able to eat whatever I wanted, and whenever I wanted to. It made me feel like I had finally reached adulthood, it really did. Because if I wanted to eat a hostess lemon pie from the 7-11 across the street from my dorm at 11:00 pm, I could. And if I wanted to eat two quarter pounders with cheese and then walk across the street to go to 31 Flavors, I could. (I would deny that except there were witnesses - you've heard about the "freshman fifteen?" Me too.)

I never used to look at the prices of cereal though. If it was the kind we liked, I bought it. But then I became friends with "Miss Coupon Queen USA" and she told me that I should never pay more than $2 a box for cereal. I thought she was nuts - I was paying $4 and $5 for some of the big boxes! But she assured me, even if you don't cut coupons, cereal is always on sale somewhere and I should never pay more than $2 a box.

Boy, you can learn something new everyday - because I started paying attention, and sure enough! I buy cereal for $2 a box. Sometimes just a little more for the biggest boxes, but often times, even less. The biggest cereal jackpot I ever hit was about a year ago when a new Smith's Marketplace opened up, and tons of cereal was just a BUCK a box ... I went a little crazy.

My kids were in heaven. :)

Crushes.

This is Josh Adamson ... Josh is my most recent crush. Adorable, or what?!?!?!

I tried to look up the word crush in the dictionary and it isn't even listed ... at least not in the context that I am referring to here. Online, they referred me to the "slang" dictionary. I was just wondering where the term originated - I still don't know.

But for me, the word crush means someone you like to look at. Someone you see and they bring a smile to your face. Someone who you just like to be near ... and just because. You think they are cute, you think they are someone you want to know or be with, but not really - yeah?

See, for me, when I have a crush on someone, I know that they aren't really someone that I could, in reality be with. And for different reasons too. Like the crush on the guy in high school, who, for me, was Chip Diggins. (I know, what a name ... Chip Diggins ... it's like I seriously made it up just to make this story sound better - but I didn't.)

Chip was my biggest crush of all time. He took on celebrity status for me. He was tall, had an athletic build, had long dark curly hair, a really cute smile ... I went speechless in his presence. (Hard to believe for those of you who know me, but it was true.) And I think that was because he took my breath away ... I would see him from a distance in the cooridoor at school and go still inside, in anticipation of him passing by me.

I would watch him but then not look at him when he got close - you know, in case he happened to glance at me, and then if I was looking at him, he might wonder why I was looking at him.

There might have been a time or two when I was bold enough to keep looking, and he did smile and say hi ... my heart was always pounding so hard, I wondered if he might have heard it.

I should not even admit this, but I was walking in the school parking lot during lunch one day with my friend, Delanie. I saw his car and said, "I just want to sit in it." She dared me, as she often did, and I decided to do it. I walked up to the car, opened the door and got in. I even took a little something - and I won't tell what it was, I will just say it was something paper.

Oh, I was a crazy teenager - but in a good, innocent kind of way. (C'mon, getting in his car was about as wild and crazy as I got!) I just wish I had gotten his autograph and my picture with him ... just kidding. Sort of.

I have a crush on President Dieter F. Uchtdorf too, who is in the first presidency of our church. I saw him a few years ago at The Festival of Trees. He was there with his wife and I just had to say hello. He took my hand, introduced me to his wife, said how pleased he was to meet me, and asked me about my family. (Now he really did look like a movie star. Terribly handsome, and so sweet.)

But I need to tell you who Josh is, don't I? Josh was in the plays down at the Tuacahn Theater in St. George this past summer. Chloe was in them too, so after we saw Footloose, I went up to him and introduced myself and talked to him for quite a while about Chloe and her plan, and what he had done as he pursued his career in the musical theater world. He gave me his opinions about which direction he thought would be good for Chloe ... he was just darling, and Australian -PLEASE!!!!!

I got a little crush on him. (Josh was the male lead in AIDA a few weeks later. Chloe's friend, Trevor, said, "Your mom is really going to like Josh in this show! He has his shirt off most of the time." Trevor was right.)

I started referring to him as my boyfriend. Whenever I would talk to Chloe, I would ask how my boyfriend was and she would say, "Good. He loves you! He always asks about you and wonders when you are coming back down."

I showed McCall his picture on our camera and she said, "Wow, no wonder you like him! He has long hair and an Australian accent?!?! Which one of the guys is he?" I had to clarify that he wasn't one of the guys I was actually dating - he was in the show. I just called him my boyfriend. Then she said, "Oh, darn it."


But that's what makes it a CRUSH! And crushes are so fun to have. They just give you an extra little happy thing in your life!

Favorite songs.

You know how sometimes you hear a song and you think, This is the best song I've ever heard. And it is ... only then a few years later, you hear a different song and you think, This is the best song I've ever heard. How lucky are we that great music just keeps on coming!

I remember being around 10 or 11 when I started to buy "45" records. The first one I bought was Band of Gold by Freda Payne. (And, no, I didn't really remember who sang that song. Yay for google!) My sister and I used to play our 45s over and over in the family room and lip sync to them - standing in front of a makeshift microphone, of course. I bought "Julie, Julie, Julie Do You Love Me" too - by Bobby Sherman, and I probably wore that one out. I loved Bobby Sherman.

And then along came the Osmonds ... boy did they have a lot of great songs. But since this post is about favorite songs, in my Osmond era, I would have to say that my favorite song of the Osmonds is He Ain't Heavy, He's my Brother. Oh, but that was before Love Me for a Reason came out, which really did move in as my new all time Osmond favorite.

Love Me for a Reason was one of those songs, that when it came on the radio, my girlfriend and I would call each other up and yell the radio station into the receiver, so she (or I) could hurry and turn it on to hear it! (Remember when we used to have to just wait for our favorite songs to come on? WAY back in the days before ipod downloads and youtube.)

I was living in the dorms at BYU Hawaii when Kenny Rodger's, Lady, came out. Holy cow, I think it topped all other songs up to that point. When that one came on the radio, someone on the floor would yell out their door that it was playing, we would run to that room and just lay on the bed and listen. I think we all did a big sigh and a little moment of silence when it ended too. Could anything ever top that one? (Truly, by Lionel Richie was a pretty close second in that era. Oooooh, but then not too long after that, Diana Ross and Lionel Richie did the duet, Endless Love - and wow, you know what? I think even to this day, that is one of my top 5 ... it is.)

I love how hearing old songs can totally take you back to a certain time period in your life too. When I hear Chicago songs, it makes me think of church dances when we lived in California. (I LOVE Chicago's, If You Leave Me Now.) England Dan and John Ford Coley songs remind me of the two years we spent in Connecticut. (Love is the Answer has to be my favorite song of theirs, and another one of my top 10 all times ... maybe - so hard to decide.)

As I've gotten older, sometimes songs really strike me because of what that song is saying. Much more than when I was growing up. Don't you sometimes feel that a song was written just for you? Like, how did they know that is exactly how I feel?

One of those songs for me is Gravity by Sara Bareillis. And if you haven't ever heard that song, you should. (click here) She has one of my favorite voices too - especially on that song. Just really pure and clear and clean. Incedible range too. Love her, love that song.

I sent a text message to a friend recently that said, "Favorite song?" And he text me back saying that that would take some thinking. So I took some time and thought about it ... it's hard to choose because there are favorites in different categories, you know?

For example, I remember being in church one Sunday and singing a hymn called Be Still My Soul, and it was so beautiful and moving that I just wept and couldn't keep singing. At the end of the song, I looked over at my daughter, Chloe, and she was weeping too ... as was my friend in the pew across the aisle. That is how you know for sure it's a great song.

But then there are those songs that you just have to move to ... you can NOT stay still, and that makes it a great song too. Especially when everyone around you wants to move with you.

I remember hearing Viva La Vida by Coldplay for the first time. I had never heard anything like it. It was unbelievable. And the DJ on the radio couldn't get enough of it either. He played it a second time right after that, and then a third (because he could) and said he would be playing it a few more times in the next 30 minutes. I called my daughter, McCall, and told her she had to turn on that station and listen to that song. We love it still, and it's one of those songs we just can't get tired of hearing. (A very similar reaction to the first time I heard Bring Me to Life by Evanescence. Amy Lee ... brilliant!)

I suppose if I had to, had to, had to, narrow it down to one very favorite song of all time, it would have to be The Prayer - especially when Celine Dion sings it with Andrea Bocelli. Beautiful. Wow. David Foster, who wrote it ... genius. Love him too. (Well, that's what it is so far.)

Current favorites:

• Never Say Never by The Fray
• Fireflies by Owl City
• Need You Now by Lady Antebellum
• Stay by Safety Suit
• Why by Rascal Flatts

Happy Halloween.

... until next time ...