Saturday, November 21, 2009
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.
Friday, November 20, 2009
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.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
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? :)
Saturday, November 14, 2009
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:
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.
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.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
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. :)
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
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!
Thursday, November 5, 2009
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.)
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!)
- Never Say Never by The Fray
- Fireflies by Owl City
- Need You Now by Lady Antebellum
- Stay by Safety Suit
- Why by Rascal Flatts