tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46458085718908162272024-02-20T12:35:09.106-07:00my happy little thingsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16546665152551295255noreply@blogger.comBlogger453125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645808571890816227.post-7374481721966492312015-03-24T13:10:00.000-06:002015-03-24T13:25:41.974-06:00Logan's First Haircut<a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img alt=" photo 85015cea-508f-4287-b012-a64eb3b47443_zpsijg0ivtm.jpg" border="0" src="http://i662.photobucket.com/albums/uu350/pollydove/pollydove001/85015cea-508f-4287-b012-a64eb3b47443_zpsijg0ivtm.jpg" /></a><br />
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<b>This little guy's mommy decided it was time for a haircut. </b></div>
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And then most of the family decided that we all needed to be involved. </div>
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Logan just wasn't sure what the heck was going on ....</div>
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There was definitely apprehension ...</div>
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And lots of reassurance ...</div>
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Such a handsome little angel boy.</div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.559999465942383px;">When it had been almost a month since I had posted last, I had two friends let me know that I had better get on it quick. Oops. I didn't get on it very quick, did I? Next month it will have been a year. A year ... really? Wow. Lots and lots and lots more has happened for me during the course of this last year, I will say that. Big changes for this old gal and her fan-damily. But all of those changes will have to wait to be posted about. Because this post, since it is coming up on Mother's Day, and being a mother is my favorite thing </span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 21.559999465942383px;"><span style="font-size: large;">ever</span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.559999465942383px;"> ... is about that.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.559999465942383px;">This picture was taken of me right before I became a mother for the first time. And it's so weird that after all these years (almost 30 now), I can still remember it so well.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.559999465942383px;">I labored for a really long time. It was about 18 hours when the nurse (who needed a swift kick for not knowing what she was really doing) told me to start pushing. I remember thinking, </span><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.559999465942383px;"><i>But I don't feel like pushing. In Lamaze class they said you would feel like pushing. I have no urge to push whatsoever. </i>But she said I needed to and so for the next two hours, that's what I did. (I'll spare you the description of what I looked like in that nether region after having pushed for two hours.) It was awful. Nothing was happening, but that nurse was telling me to keep pushing. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.559999465942383px;">When my baby was finally ready to emerge, she came out all covered in an orange tinted slime (reminded me of the tub scene in </span><i style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.559999465942383px;">Poltergeist</i><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.559999465942383px;">) and she was a shiny purplish color. She was a fat, bald, beautiful girl who didn't even cry but tried hard to open her eyes and look at me because she heard my voice and I <i>knew </i>that she knew me. (When my own mother saw the pictures of McCall fresh out of the womb she asked, "Were you scared to death when you saw her?" I guess being a purple hue isn't normal - but, what did I know? I thought she was amazing, and absolutely heavenly.) </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.559999465942383px;">In a nut shell, she was sharing about how and why she doesn't really feel that being a mother is a sacrifice. She said it's 99% self- care and only 1% sacrifice.</span></span><br />
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<i><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.559999465942383px;">... that 1% of pure sacrifice. That's occupied by the hours I've spent pushing my children on swings. I get nothing out of pushing my children on swings. It doesn't tone my arms and it's really boring. I mean, even if my children are blissfully pointing their toes to the sky, I feel nothing except, "Ten more pushes and then I'm going in for a Coke with lemon, okayyyyyyyyyyy?" </span></i><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.559999465942383px;">(Except you know in my case, it would be a diet coke.)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.559999465942383px;">Like last night when McCall called me on her way home to talk about her frustration with her renters, and this morning when I got a text message from Sophie who needed her immunization records sent to a doctor in New York, and when Elliott called me earlier today to say his throat was killing him and could I please make a doctor's appointment for him. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.559999465942383px;">Did I mind any of that? Absolutely on the contrary. It gives me great joy and satisfaction to fill the needs of my children ... always have and, hopefully anyway, always will.</span></span><br />
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<b>McCall and her little family have been spending a few days in downtown Salt Lake at the </b>"Little America" hotel, for a stay-cation. It is her husband's family tradition to spend the night on the 23rd of July and attend the big "Days of '47 Parade" the next morning. (July 24th is Utah's celebration of when the pioneers first entered the Salt Lake Valley with Brigham Young, and it's a pretty big deal here - the parade is televised and everything.)<br />
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<b>Sometime back in June ... maybe it was June ... at least I think it was June ... the girls and I </b>took a<b> </b>road trip to Denver. Chloe had plans to move to Los Angeles (as I mentioned in this post, <a href="http://myhappylittlethings.blogspot.com/2013/05/chloe-ray-and-jennifer-love.html">here</a>) and Sophie had gotten a nanny job in New York for a year, so Haley (mainly Haley) decided that we should all take a girl's trip to Denver and audition for the X-Factor. It was mostly for the adventure, the fun, the time together, and I was all for it. Eight hours isn't too bad of a drive, and I have actually wanted to visit Denver for a long time.<br />
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Haley and Chloe had both auditioned for American Idol in previous years. ("You've got a nice voice, but it isn't strong enough for American Idol ... Your voice is more suited for Broadway than American Idol ... We've raised the bar now, so it's a no ... Yada, yada, yada.") I figured their chances of making it onto the X-Factor were pretty slim to none, so I made a suggestion. <i>You girls would have a much better chance of making it if you auditioned as a group. There aren't as many groups and you guys sound really good together.</i><br />
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So they learned a song ... one song. They sounded really, really good. And I wasn't the only one who thought so. But this post isn't about that ... it's just a quick one about hair, since I haven't posted in a super long time and I have posts waiting in the wings that I want to do but feel the <span style="font-size: large;">need </span>to post in the order in which things have happened, <span style="font-size: large;">sooooo ....</span><br />
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Our favorite hotel to stay at on our road trips is the Hampton Inn. <span style="font-size: large;"><b>LOVE IT.</b> </span>Great rooms and the most comfy beds you would ever hope to sleep in, in a hotel. (At least a hotel that is reasonably affordable.) Sadly, the Hampton Inns in Denver were not reasonably affordable at all. BOO. We opted to try our hand at hotwire.com and picked out a cheaper rate in the heart of downtown Denver.<br />
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We had no idea how close the hotel was to the venue, the Denver Coliseum, where auditions were being held - we just hoped it wasn't too far. Fortunately, we lucked out with the location and how nice the hotel was. (The beds, however, not so much. Lopsided, with crunchy sheets. Very disappointed compared to our beloved cozy Hampton.) But I did love the little bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and lotion:<br />
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At the end of the audition day, they were a little less for wear. It had been a really, <span style="font-size: large;">really</span> long day.</div>
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I don't know what it is about high school graduation day, but <span style="font-size: large;"><b>i</b></span> <span style="font-size: large;">love everything about it. </span>There is a special kind of buzz in the air, and happiness abounds. Especially for this little girl of mine. Baby #5 had her day in the <i>"sun" </i>last Thursday and couldn't have been more excited.</div>
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The graduates had to be there early, so Sophie's friend Josie drove down with her and said she would save us seats. Josie called me after they arrived to ask where I wanted to sit. NOW. I have a very particular spot that I like to sit in ... seems a little odd, but I prefer the back of the arena, behind all the graduates, so that I can watch all of those glowing faces walk into the ceremony. My very favorite pictures of the day are always the ones where my kids are walking down that tunnel.<br />
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When I first saw Sophie, and looked at her face, I thought, <i>Oh my gosh, she is McCall. </i>I was looking at the same face I had seen when her big sister had walked down that tunnel ten years earlier! It was a little freaky. Then I looked at McCall and said, "She is you!"<br />
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<b>Before I get off the subject of my little <strike>Scarlett</strike> Starlet, Chloe Ray - another actress that she</b> has always, <span style="font-size: large;">always, <b>always</b></span> reminded me of is Jennifer Love Hewitt. I can't quite pinpoint if it is their facial features (real cute, feminine), their mannerisms (girlie, quirky) or their body type (curvy, hour glass), but for years I have thought that. When I see Jennifer Love in anything - I think of Chloe.<br />
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When my girls were young, we used to watch the TV show "Kids Incorporated" all the time and loved it. If you've never seen it, it was a teeny-bop sitcom. The cast was a group of youngsters who were in a band together and would perform a couple of numbers during the show. Jennifer Love Hewitt was on the show at one point, as was Stacey Ferguson, aka: Fergie (she couldn't have been more than eight, and was so darling then) and Mario Lopez (he sure makes the rounds, doesn't he?).<br />
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Surely, I have mentioned this before, but Chloe is my daughter who is in pursuit of the Broadway dream. Ever since that girl was little, she has loved to sing and perform and be on stage. She is at her happiest when she is involved in some type of production.<br />
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Chloe recently finished a run of "Chitty, Chitty, Bang, Bang" at a local theater and her plan was to move to Los Angeles as soon as that show <i>wrapped</i>, BUT .... another little show called "Footloose" came her way, so she is currently living in Jackson Hole, Wyoming for the summer playing the part of Wendy Jo.<br />
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When Chloe was still a teen, she got the part of playing one of the wives in "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat." They asked her to dye her hair black. <b>UM, NO! </b>I thought they should get her a wig ... but Chloe was all for it. So she and her sister Haley, unbeknownst to me, went ahead and did it. Surprisingly, we loved it. (Who would have thought?) She kept it dark for quite awhile too, and since then her hair has gone from dark to strawberry, to blonde, to brown, to strawberry and back to blonde. (I think she's in the right profession - she can pull off lots of different looks.)<br />
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<b>I remember driving down I-15 around Christmastime and seeing the billboards of zoo </b>animals<b> </b>(lions and tigers and <strike>bears</strike> zebras, oh my!) with big, bright bows around their necks and thought how stinking adorable those ads were. I thought it was VERY clever marketing for our local Hogle Zoo - to get people to come out and visit the zoo during the holidays.</div>
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Guess I was wrong about that one, wasn't I? It was, in fact, <b>VERY</b> clever marketing for the movie, "We bought a Zoo." It looked adorable and I kept telling myself that I needed to go see it with the kids. They weren't as excited about it as I was though.</div>
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I had been having a really rough day at work (actually, it was a relationship issue). The guy that I had been dating had sent me an email that made me SOOOOOO mad - like more mad than I can ever remember being. (Yeah. I was fuming.) I just couldn't shake how upset I was with him, to the point where I couldn't sit at my desk anymore. </div>
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What gets my mind out of my own reality is sitting in a dark theater, with a ginormous screen in front of me, at the movies. I can totally lose my thoughts and engage myself in someone else's script for those couple of hours. So I got up from my desk right that minute and drove down the street to the nearest theater. I was hoping there would be something that I wanted to see, starting at just about the same time that I arrived.</div>
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And fortunately, there was. <b>HELLO, </b>"We Bought A Zoo."</div>
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I loved it. I thought it was adorable, and I was crazy about the cast that played in the movie. How cute is Matt Damon? He was such a great dad, and I thought there was really good chemistry between him and Scarlett Johansson.</div>
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My daughter, Chloe, reminds me of a lot of different actresses, and Scarlett Johanssen is one of them. And when I saw that cutie little red-head who played Matt Damon's daughter, Rose, I thought, <i>Oh my word. That little girl is so much like Chloe was as a little girl. </i>She was just too precious.</div>
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<b>SO, </b>is it just me?<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16546665152551295255noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645808571890816227.post-26203200786292279082013-05-08T16:42:00.001-06:002013-05-08T16:42:19.410-06:00A little thought.<img alt=" photo 8176e76d-4303-412e-808b-82cdd743c5ff_zps7729f9ca.jpg" border="0" src="http://i662.photobucket.com/albums/uu350/pollydove/blogger%20part%20deux/8176e76d-4303-412e-808b-82cdd743c5ff_zps7729f9ca.jpg" /><br />
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<b>I have had ZERO time for blogging lately, and I am sad about it. </b>The blog posts that I'd like to do are really piling up ... well, as far as blog posts <i>can </i>pile up. I've been away so long, I just noticed today that Photobucket has changed once <b>AGAIN </b>and I have no idea when that even happened. But I will say this about that - when I have time to poke around a bit, maybe I'll like this new way better, because I really didn't like the old new way at all.<br />
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So this post is a happy little thought, so that the next time my good friend Delanie looks at my blog, she won't have to say to herself (and then later to me), <i>Enough of the post about posing, P-Dove! We already know and don't want to see that anymore. </i>(Right Del? Love ya!!!)<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">SO ... </span>talk about posing, right?!!!! That cutie patootie, wisp of a girl on the far left of </b>this picture is my friend, Trish. She posted this picture on Instagram and I had to immediately call her and tell her how adorable she looked and what a fun little pose I thought she had going on in the picture. I mentioned that my sisters and I always try to get a good angle for taking pics, etc. and she commented on how she thought this was a good angle for her, and then laughed at the fact that it was a little <i>exaggerated.</i> (<b>Note to</b> <b>self:</b> remember to try Trish's pose the next time we're taking pictures.)</div>
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Well ... not too long after that, my sister Leslie had a birthday. Now, Leslie is one of the biggest Mitt Romney fans/supporters that I know. In fact, one of our brother-in-laws told me he was really worried about how Leslie might react if Mitt lost the election. (She survived, but it did take a while to get over the loss.) </div>
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The sisters were all going to go out to dinner and shopping to celebrate Leslie's birthday, and I wanted to pick up some balloons for her. While I was at the party store I noticed that they had a card board cut out of Mitt Romney. Leslie had to have it. (For what? Who cares ... if for nothing else than a good laugh on her birthday, that was good enough for me.)</div>
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"Why do we need to get out of the car? Polly can just come out, I don't understand why we all need to get out and go inside." Spring made her get out, and Les was slightly annoyed.</div>
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But when Leslie opened the door, and saw Mitt standing there, her reaction was pretty priceless. "<span style="font-size: large;">Oooohhh</span>." She walked up to him and gave him a hug and a kiss. Her man.</div>
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After I took a few (engagement) photos of Leslie and Mitt, we decided to take a group shot. Spring and Leslie dibbed getting to hide behind Mitt first, so Courtie and I were on the ends, and I remembered to give Trish's pose a go ... and Leslie noticed, "What's your pose? You look good."</div>
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I shared my new found tip: Stand a little more sideways, kind of throw your head back, and tilt your chin.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16546665152551295255noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645808571890816227.post-13960064578557290102013-04-11T16:41:00.001-06:002013-06-13T12:04:59.197-06:00Posing 101.<img alt=" photo e92f0135-3a2a-4310-bf66-7730a4a50391_zps04004480.jpg" border="0" src="http://i662.photobucket.com/albums/uu350/pollydove/blogger%20part%20deux/e92f0135-3a2a-4310-bf66-7730a4a50391_zps04004480.jpg" /><br />
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<b>Every so often (but not often enough), my three sisters and I get to take a trip together. </b>We affectionately call it "the sister's trip" and it is usually a trip back east to visit our parents who live in upstate New York. We took our first official sister's trip back in June of 2006. (I remember exactly when too because I had recently gone through a really sad breakup. My youngest sister, Courtney, said, "Now Peeps, if you are going to be crying and sad the whole time, you can't come. We want to have a good time and enjoy ourselves." I did my very best to buck up, keep my eyes dry and enjoy myself.)<br />
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That particular trip, my parents were in the process of restoring their third home on Nantucket Island, so we landed on that lovely little "grey lady" and, as always, we did have a marvelous time. We laughed, we ate too much, we shopped, we relaxed, and we took pictures. <br />
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The picture below, of us leaning over the banister on the porch, worked really well for everyone, and by that I mean - any part of our bodies that we might not be so thrilled about (and I'm sure you know what I'm talking about) was hidden. Another bonus of leaning over is that you put your face forward, thus getting rid of a double chin that you might have and not like to see in photos. (Does this sound familiar yet?)<br />
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Now, I hate to call my sister Leslie out, but I'm calling her out .... She is the one who is always the most concerned about the pose or position she is in when a camera is in front of her and we like to tease her about that. The chin forward tip came from Leslie. <i>"It makes your face look thinner."</i><br />
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One other really great tip from Leslie is just to go ahead and hide yourself behind someone else. She's pretty good at that too. And it never fails that when we're looking at our pictures, Courtney (in the pink shirt) always says, "Oh my word. My boobs. I am the one that needs to be hiding!"</div>
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In 2010, we were on another trip to New York. Now <span style="font-size: large;">that </span>trip was really a turning point for new tips on having your picture taken. Note the picture below. Leslie and I were sticking with our old tried and true tips: hide behind someone, push your chin forward .... when we looked at the picture of Spring (bottom right in the pink polka dots) we all thought she looked super cute. She said, "That's because I got some new tips about looking good in pictures." She shared ..... one of them was to cock your head just a little bit. She did it, Leslie did it - looks pretty cute, right?</div>
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Then we went to Niagara on the Lake and most of the new tips went out the window - at least on the picture below. Leslie and Courtney did good on their<span style="font-size: large;"> hide me</span> technique and Spring did well on her <span style="font-size: large;">cock your head a little bit</span> technique, but what the heck was I thinking? (Slouching is never a good thing.)</div>
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After dark, we were over at Niagara Falls and wanted more pictures. Another tip that Spring shared with us was to put your hand on your hip. Believe it or not, that was the first time we had heard about that tip and yet, now, everybody does it in pictures. (And if you haven't noticed it yet, now you will. <b>EVERYBODY </b>does it.) It's a great tip too - makes you look thinner. Well, unless you aren't quite ready for the picture because you were just practicing the tips, like in the photo below. (<i>Chin out Les ... There you go.</i>)</div>
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Now, there <span style="font-size: large;">can </span>come a point where too much of a good thing is ... well, too much of a good thing, as in this photo. (We hadn't shared the tips with our mom yet.)</div>
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Leslie and Courtney were trying to get in the best hiding position, which totally cracked Spring up, but this picture makes me laugh, and then I remember how insanely hilarious that trip was for so many reasons. Mostly, on this particular night, because we were making fun of Leslie for not getting a passport and teasing her that she wouldn't be able to get back over the Canadian border and we were going to leave her because she should have done what the rest of us did and not think that she is the exception to the rules ... and we were hungry and tired and didn't want to deal with the border patrol. (Isn't our dad the cutest?!)</div>
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Fast forward to Nantucket, 2011. Here we are on the ferry heading over from Hyannis, Mass. No one really wanted their picture taken. We had just driven about 7 hours to get to "<span style="font-size: large;">the</span> <span style="font-size: large;">boat</span>" but hey, you're on a boat to Nantucket and I'm taking your picture. (Note that some tips were still followed.)</div>
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One of the mornings on Nantucket, we all rolled out of bed and went into town to get some treats at the bakery. No one was really fixed up for the day yet, and eyes were still sleepy, but many tips were still used in the photo below: hand on hip, lean, push your chin forward, tilt your head, and Leslie and Courtney's favorite, <span style="font-size: large;">hide yourself.</span> </div>
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Later on in the day, we took a drive out to the other side of the island, into Sconset. We stopped at a park along the way and wanted to get a picture of this bronze sculpture. Our mom said she wanted us to be in the photo so she took the picture. I was leaning, Spring was doing an awesome pose and tilting her head (which she's the best at out of all of us) and Leslie found the best place to hide. </div>
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....... laughs kind of like Leslie, and her hysterical laughing in this picture. (Sometimes we get a candid shot without worrying so much about the pose.)</div>
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<b>If my memory serves correctly (and that's a big IF at my age), our extended family has ALWAYS</b> gotten together for Easter Sunday. We have a big, yummy ham dinner, an egg hunt for the littles, and nice quality time visiting with the ones we love. But, as our children have grown and married, we sometimes have to share them with the <strike>outlaws</strike> in-laws. So this year, it was just me and my kids joining my brother and his little brood. (Well, he and his wife have five children too, but we seemed like a little brood comparatively speaking.)<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16546665152551295255noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645808571890816227.post-6718417476967640302013-03-23T12:41:00.003-06:002013-03-23T12:50:16.959-06:00Logan's party.<img alt=" photo 1670b75d-fb9b-4b5b-bc61-923c91fd6473_zps93b09d8b.jpg" border="0" src="http://i662.photobucket.com/albums/uu350/pollydove/blogger%20part%20deux/1670b75d-fb9b-4b5b-bc61-923c91fd6473_zps93b09d8b.jpg" /><br />
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<b>This beautiful baby boy had a birthday. He turned one. His mommy threw him the cutest </b>birthday party, and we all had such a great time. Mostly because we could just stare at his cuteness 24/7. As we watched him eat his own little birthday (smash) cake, we pretty much wanted to eat him up too.<br />
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<b style="font-size: xx-large;">So ...</b> <b>Valentine's day came and went and it was quite possibly </b>my best one EVER, which may sound a little odd since I don't really have a "special" Valentine to call my own. (You can gag if you need to.) In fact, about a week or so before Valentine's day, I was out with one of my girlfriends and we were looking at cards. She was looking for her husband and I was ... well, just looking. I got a little emotional as I read some of the sweet sentiments on the cards and said to her, <i>I wonder how many more Valentine's will pass before I have someone that I want to buy a card for.</i><br />
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But then the day arrived and I could NOT have been in a better mood. Now that I work in an office environment with other people, I decided to make up little goody bags for the people I share space with. I gave the girls a little hot pink cello bag filled with chocolates and stickers and I gave the guys a bag filled with candy and a car that said, "I think you're wheelie cool." I felt like I was back in elementary school - SO excited to pass out my Valentine's!<br />
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My sisters, Spring and Courtney, had invited me to join them for lunch at a place in Provo called "Cubby's". Apparently it is a <b style="font-size: x-large;">h.a.p.p.e.n.i.n.g. </b>joint! My gosh, we had barely walked in and Spring was hugging one gal, waving to someone else, and smiling to a cutie in line who she also knew. When we went to find our seats, Courtney disappeared and was off hugging a friend that she knew. (Don't mind me ... I didn't know anyone.)<br />
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On the way down to Provo, I just felt giddy. Like, stupid happy almost. I had the Christian radio station on (that always evokes emotions anyway) and I just felt so blessed for all that I had in my life. I felt so fortunate to have so many wonderful friends that I loved and a great family that I loved, and kids that had been "my favorite and my best" Valentine's for so many years!!! My eyes welled up a little bit ... I was filled to the brim with gratitude for the love that I had in my heart. <br />
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When I got home from the afternoon with my sisters, Haley and Sophie and I went up to Salt Lake to the Gateway mall. There was a big event going on called "1 Billion Rising" that I wanted to attend. I just love being with my girls. I'll take any and all of them, any time I can!<br />
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And then to top off the day ... I stopped by my friend Vicki's house and she and her husband were making up a luscious dinner for a friend who had recently lost her husband. We took it up to her house together and then afterwards, Vicki invited me to stay for dinner with them. (Not the first time I've been a third wheel with the Browns.) It was like dining in a fine restaurant. I told John that his steaks are a close second to Ruth's Chris (which I'm pretty sure are the best steaks on the planet). It was absolutely delicious and the end to a rather practically perfect day.<br />
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<b>I saw this image on Pinterest and my eyes got really wide, seriously, they did. </b>I haven't seen anything like this before. An old door hanging from a tree, creating a table for an outdoor meal. </div>
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It kind of blows my mind in a sweet, surreal, peaceful, I want that setting sort of way. I wasn't even sure where to "place" my PIN on Pinterest so I put it on my <span style="font-size: large;">LOVE this</span><b style="font-size: x-large;"> </b>because I do ...</div>
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I can't even remember now if I ever got dressed that weekend. There was lots and lots of lounging and laughing and loving. And one of the things that I got the biggest kick out of was Libby's dressing up. I think it was the second day they were over that Libby came downstairs with this get up on: </div>
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I had also sorted the laundry, so there were piles on my bedroom floor as well and that little girl had a hey day putting on different things - <span style="font-size: large;">all day long, </span>and then every day after that. I had to be sly to get a picture of her though, because she was just not havin' it. <br />
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<b>As I've already mentioned, my kids and I made a Christmas CD this year in lieu of a card </b>that<b> </b>we sent out to friends and family. We made a "Volume 1" in 2002 and have wanted to make another one ever since. It was so much fun to do, all those years ago, and still remains one of our favorite things we've done as a family.</div>
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We all chose one song to sing alone and then the girls and I sang one together. Elliott wasn't really interested in participating, but I wanted all of us to be on the CD so I had to bribe him. He was only nine then so I figured singing "Rudolph" would be a song that he could handle. The day we were going to record, (and yes, it did end up taking LOTS more days than one to record, but what did I know when we first got started?) I told Elliott that if he would sing on our CD I would buy him a new Nintendo game. He said he would do it, but that he would only do it once. And that's exactly what he did. He went into that booth and sang Rudolph ONCE.</div>
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Now that the kids are grown and voices have drastically changed, I had a few requests that I wanted them to sing and they had songs of their own that they chose to record, so there's a nice variety on it and I'm pretty happy with the way it turned out. (Both CD's are a treasure for me, actually.)</div>
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We have a friend, Rob, who has a recording studio right here in Draper. He and some friends run it together (in addition to their day jobs) so we were fortunate enough to get a great deal on studio time. We technically started to record with him last year, but like most things it took a lot longer than we anticipated ... the CD's would have been mailed way late so we opted to wait, which actually ended up being a good idea - we tweaked a few of the songs we had already recorded, added a few more, and sending them out this year made it 10 years since the first one - so it was kind of like an anniversary album. </div>
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On one of the nights we were recording, Chloe, Sophie and I were the only ones left in the studio. Rob said he had gotten an interesting phone call a few days earlier. The guy on the phone told Rob that he was the manager for a "high profile celebrity" who was in town and was looking for a studio. This celebrity and his buddy had been snow boarding in Park City and came up with a rap song they wanted to record. Then the guy said, "But you have to keep it really hush hush. No one can know. Not even your friends and family. We're just looking for a studio that's willing to let them come in and work late - for as long it takes."</div>
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<b>One of my favorite things about the Christmas holiday season is Christmas cards ... </b>getting, and giving.<b> </b>Anyone who has known me for any length of time knows that about me. This year, it didn't seem like I was getting very many cards in the mail. Every day after work, I would drive up to our mail box, set the stack down on the kitchen counter, and quickly look through it for any cards. Most days, my kids would hear me say, "Dang it! No cards today." Or, "Shoot, we only got one Christmas card today."<br />
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When I renovated my basement two years ago, and brought the big sectional upstairs into our family room, rearranging was necessary, which created one rather big blank wall in that room. I bought five large frames to put pictures of the kids faces in. I knew exactly which pictures I wanted to use of each of them, but was having trouble locating the disc that had those specific pictures on it. BOO.<br />
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The kids (and several of their friends) have given me a hard time about those empty frames hanging there for two long years, so I decided that <span style="font-size: large;">now </span>was the time I would fill them. I told McCall that I was going to fill them on Christmas eve and put a bow around each frame as a surprise for the kids when they came down on Christmas morning. Pretty good idea, right?! <br />
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Well ............... Christmas eve came, and I still hadn't found those pictures. The girls and I were standing in the kitchen and I said, "I had the best idea to surprise you guys with tomorrow morning, but now it isn't going to happen and I'm bummed about it." And then the girls said they were going to go rent a movie at Red Box and get some treats. I gave them a couple of little neighbor gifts that hadn't been delivered yet and asked if they would take those around for me too. They left and were gone for hours!!!!! It was Christmas eve!!!! Where was my family?!?!?!<br />
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When I called them (a couple of times) and asked what was taking so long they had pretty good excuses - <i>When we went to the Wright's house they invited us in and we stayed for a while to visit with them. Oh, and Wendy gave us a fruit cake ... When we went to the Dieterich's Sophie dropped her phone so we had to go back and look for it, but we're almost home.</i><br />
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The day they went to the park to take the Christmas card pictures, Chloe had the idea to take individual ones to put in the frames for me. McCall told her that I had already planned on doing that for <i>them </i>as a surprise on Christmas morning, but when I mentioned that my surprise wasn't going to happen - the girls went to the studio where Chloe works and printed off the pictures! Then Chloe played Santa's helper and got up at 5 in the morning to fill those frames before I got up.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16546665152551295255noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645808571890816227.post-23225915349330536992013-01-21T11:39:00.000-07:002013-01-21T11:50:07.137-07:00Sundance Film Festival.<img alt="sundancewithjoandsoph photo sundancewithjoandsoph_zps0111cf9c.jpg" border="0" src="http://i662.photobucket.com/albums/uu350/pollydove/blogger%20part%20deux/sundancewithjoandsoph_zps0111cf9c.jpg" />
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<b>Every year at this time, as the Sundance Film Festival is going on all around us here in </b>Utah,<b> </b>I think to myself, "This should be the year that I try to get tickets to go see a movie." And then the week comes and goes and I don't, but it's always okay and I think, <i>maybe next year.</i><br />
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Saturday night, Sophie said, "Mom, Josie and I really want to drive up to Park City after church and just walk around to see if we see any celebrities. Her parents won't let her drive though because they don't trust her to get up there." (Wise parents, since Josie is only 16, Sophie is only 17, Park City is about 45 minutes away and unfamiliar territory for both of these teens to boot. <i>Did Sophie think I'd be okay with her being the designated driver?!</i>)<br />
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I knew that McCall and her sister-in-law Brandie had wanted to go too, so I called her up and asked if she wanted to drive up with the girls and I would watch her babies. Chloe was home with me, she was missing those babies anyway and wanted to spend some time with them .... until McCall got to our house. Then Chloe decided that she didn't want to miss the "party" and headed up to Park City with them.<br />
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My girls always say how lucky I am because I have seen so many famous people and they haven't. (It's true. And I do love seeing famous people, but it was also fun for me to let them head out for the adventure and anticipation of such.)<br />
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A few hours later .... the text messages with attached photos started coming in.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16546665152551295255noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645808571890816227.post-41552826674017392902013-01-18T16:29:00.001-07:002013-01-18T16:32:04.200-07:00Dusty snow.<img alt="frosty car photo frostycar_zps80b0f127.jpg" border="0" src="http://i662.photobucket.com/albums/uu350/pollydove/blogger%20part%20deux/frostycar_zps80b0f127.jpg" />
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<b>This morning as I was heading down the stairs, I noticed a little bit of snow flurries outside </b>the window.<b> </b>I said, "Hey, I didn't know we were expecting any snow flurries." I said it out loud, although I'm pretty sure I was the only one I said it to.<br />
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One of my favorite kinds of snow is the kind that looks like someone took a (<span style="font-size: large;">really</span>) big bag of powdered sugar and just sprinkled it all over everything. This morning's snow wasn't even quite like that .... it was like a delicate version of powdered sugar. When I went to get in my car I just blew on the window and the snow floated away.<br />
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I just stared at it for the longest time. I mean, ever since we were all in elementary school and cut out those folded paper snowflakes, we learned that every snowflake has a different shape. Looking close, it's kind of hard to tell, but I do know this - when you can actually look at an individual snowflake, it's pretty spectacular.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16546665152551295255noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645808571890816227.post-42590519561845789482013-01-15T16:41:00.001-07:002013-01-15T16:41:34.245-07:00LP Sighting.<img alt="ubugme" border="0" src="http://i662.photobucket.com/albums/uu350/pollydove/blogger%20part%20deux/ubugme_zps11316f9b.jpg" /><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Gotta love a Volkswagen with attitude. </span></b></div>
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<b>Especially one that's turbo charged. :)</b></div>
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