Saturday, November 27, 2010

The Great Pumpkin




Ok, ok, yeah that's a Peanut's reference which I hate doing because of Linus's name. He's not named after THE Linus Van Pelt with the Blue Blanket.

But, I thought that I should mention that this was the best Thanksgiving.

So far.

I think as I grow older and realize what I have, where I am, where I could be, and the many blessings that really are in my life, every Thanksgiving is better than the last.

I can't say that I enjoy the chaos of the HUGE family events because both my husband and I have this social anxiety that kind of renders us full of nerves. My son has a hard time with the crowd at first and my daughter is scared to death of my dad. *shrug*

I do, however, enjoy seeing my siblings, parents, and when we get to go to Matt's, his family. I love to just sit back and soak in the family-ness.

And then.... the food.

That is my favorite part and I would actually rather just have Thanksgiving dinner at my house, with my husband and kids, so that I can have ALL of the leftovers!! I love it love it love it.

This year I made the sweet potatoes and used this recipe. Delicous. Although I did use almonds instead, it turned out very good. (Even after I dropped it and it slid down the stairs and all of the marshmallows ended up on one end of the pan. I am thankful for locking pan lids.)

I also made the pumpkin pie. I use the pumpkin in a can and the recipe on the label. This year though, I added a capful of vanilla to the recipe.

Every thing is better with vanilla.

I always have some filling left over, so I used a bread bowl my brother made me and put the rest of the filling in it and then put the cooked filler into pre-made frozen filo dough shells. They are crispy, bite sized pieces of heaven.

I am thankful for Stovetop Stuffing because it's hard to find someone who can make good stuffing. There is usually an overload of sage. Or Sausage. Or too dry. Matt's Grandma has a great recipe, we did not get to eat it this year.

Anyway, so, yeah, I am thankful for getting older, for making mistakes so I am able to appreciate the blessings I do have and I'm able to acknowledge things that I can be and should be thankful for.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

End of an Era.

On occasion, some of us are lucky enough to meet people who really are legends in their own time. Personally.

My Granny was one such person although she like to keep a low profile and not really talk about her accomplishments. She was a doctor and when she was in the hospital didn't like it when the staff called her Dr. Edwards. I don't think she like the embarrassment that ensued when a member of the medical staff treated her like an old lady and someone came in and asked, "How are you doing Dr. Edwards?" She was just lowkey like that.

So, on that note.... have you ever seen Big Fish?


If you haven't, go watch it really quick, and then come back.

I had the pleasure of meeting my husband's dad's father in 2007. And upon first meeting all I could think was that someone met Ken Bailey and made the movie Big Fish based on Ken. Kind of like how the movie Rainman was based off of the real life human being Kim Peek, who lived in Murray with his father until his death and I also had the pleasure of meeting.

Oh!! The stories that man would tell. He told stories exactly the way Albert Finney does in this movie.

And they were almost as unbelievable.

He lived a very amazing, adventure filled, no holds barred kind of life. I hope to recount more of his stories in later posts, I don't remember very many of them as I hadn't had a chance to listen to them for many years. But I will say, he bought his first car when he was 13 and used to break horses for $25 a piece as a young teenager.

Did I mention that he was always thirsty? Seriously. Right out of the movie. And he and his wife Jolene...well, as far as I can tell, it's still right out of the movie. I don't know the circumstances of their courtship, but I bet it's a great story.

In the week of November 7-13th, he was at an elderly care facility and was told that he had pneumonia and that they'd like to start antibiotics. He specifically expressed his desire that they NOT put him on medications. I can imagine that at a certain point in your life, you are pretty done and that further efforts to prolong your life is kind of pointless. He said once that if he'd known how painful it was to be old, he'd have passed long before now.

Sunday the 14th, we all went to be with Grandpa Bailey. His room was filled with family and he was definitely having a hard time. He couldn't speak and his breathing was "labored". The nurses told the family that his vitals were fine, but I've seen people who are at the end and he was there.

He is a devout LDS and there was a search of oil to give him a blessing. His grandson, Jordan I believe, delivered the blessing and Kirk did as well. It was very eloquent and had everyone in tears (yeah, Kirk manages to get everyone in tears a lot, it's a talent I think). I don't really know the ins and outs of it, but that's what I think transpired at this point.

And it was a very calming thing for Ken. You could tell that it relaxed him greatly.

There are many other things I could tell of this evening, but I won't. It is a little personal. It was very beautiful. And he transitioned from this mortal world into the spiritual world the 15th.

I am very excited to get to record more of his stories so that not only my children can get a glimpse of their Great-Grandpa Bailey, but so that others know what a great and sometimes terrible man he was. To get a chance to see the stock that my husband is from and to know that my kids and their dad come by their silly, crazy, adventurous, curious nature very honestly.

I would like to add my disclaimer that when I say terrible... I really mean it. From what I understand, his dad was a very mean man and while Ken managed to better himself and his life, there will always be that little bit of terrible that sneaks in and, quite frankly, in some cases, it isn't too bad a thing. I want my children to know that even though he was a VERY great man, he was just a man. So, so  good to his friends and family, but I think people learned not to cross him. And he had his curmudgeon moments with his loved ones as well. It gave him color and depth. He was a legend in his own time to his friends and family and as a good friend put it "It's probably tough being a legend." So, please don't think I'm disrespecting him in any way by saying the above.

We love you Grandpa Bailey, you will be sorely missed, and don't raise too much trouble where you are. ;)

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Intermission

I have a horrible, terrible, awful, no good, very bad cold. It makes me not think clearly and I have a couple of things I would like to write about concerning this past week and don't want to make a horrible mess of it. Then I add cold medicine in and my head goes from not clear to complete fog. *insert foghorn here* So, I really would like to inform you all of a couple of very important posts coming up regarding this week. About a legend and the loss of a legend. Mostly I want to share these events because his story intrigues even me which is pretty hard to do considering the Granny I had. Her life was amazing, she was a legend, and she's pretty hard to beat in my mind. So, while I try to gather my thoughts through this fog, here's a couple cute pictures... cause everyone loves pictures of cute kids.

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Mikayla and Bea... poor things are the only girl cousins on my side of the family

Linus rockin' his mohawk and playing with William.

I just think Super Linus is beautiful.

Amazing Grace. Eating. Still. But at least I finally caught a smile.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Don't let my brilliance blind you.

I once upon a time started a blog. I love to journal and I love to write things down and what better way to do so than on a computer that I have and I don't have to worry about my handwriting and I can eventually turn this into a book for my kids. I figured I'd eventually run out of things to write about. 

I guess I totally forgot what my life is like and who I am. 

My sister has been going out of town a lot lately so my sister, my mom, her friend, and I have been doing what we can to split up the time and watch the kids. 

The two older boys go with their dad, which is nice, and the younger two need to be watched. She is also watching a little boy who is 5. I don't know the details regarding him watching this little boy, other than, his mom is out of the picture, his dad is going to school out of state and will be back, but it's too difficult to take B with him. 

And before I get too far into the story, keep in mind that B is 5, he lives with his dad, and his dad has NO rules and lets B run the house. 

He's manipulative and tough. 

Friday night I went to watch the 3 boys and had my two with me. Hammy doesn't sleep well, so he was up frequently and in turn woke up Bea. It was a long night. 

Hammy and Chasey woke up early early early and decided to yell at each other from across the room like they were in an auditorium instead of a small bedroom. So, we all got up at 7am. 

And I needed a soda. 

I got us all as ready as I needed to run down the street to the gas station that has good ice and I just want to say car seats are a pain. B had one meltdown and I needed to get my intolerance of that out of the way quickly. He's 5. He doesn't need to act like that and he knows better, but he pushes his limits because he can get away with it with his dad. 

After we got back to the house from my soda run, the kids got to playing and I got to cleaning. It is always easier to clean someone else's house and I know my sister doesn't have a whole lot of time or energy to clean. I don't have the energy to clean my own house and I'm not a single mom that works full time and takes care of 4-5 kids. No thank you. I figured it was the least I could do to help her out a little bit. 

So, B is tough, I've mentioned that. His thing right now is to request food and then not eat it and just throw it away. So we started the morning with him making a sandwich. He wanted a breakfast bar after seeing the other kids eating theirs and I made him eat his sandwich first. He did. He then went and got his own breakfast bar and squished it trying to open it. He wouldn't eat it because he'd squished it. He then wanted cheetos from the gas station. We got home and he wanted a sandwich, a breakfast bar, string cheese, popcorn, etc. I hate feeling like such a jerk to a kid, but I had to be tough and explain he needed to finish his food first before he can start something else. That it is wasteful and that we don't have enough money to just throw stuff away. 

And he's a tattletale to the extreme. 

But then, so is Chasey. I'm not anti-other kids. My other sister has a little girl who is manipulative and is tough. That doesn't mean I don't love her or even like her. It just is how she is. Doesn't mean I don't like B. Just trying to explain that he's tough. 

Plus he repeats himself. Nonstop. 

So, I managed to get myself ready for the day mostly, get the kids ready for the day, get cleaning, and Grandma and Grandpa came to get Linus and Bea. Which was very awesome so I didn't have to drive to 

Brigham and then back to Salt Lake. 

So, once my two were gone, I just needed to finish up and get us all loaded into the car to head to Salt Lake to drop the boys off at my other sister's house.  And I needed to get home as soon as possible since we were having people over than evening and I wanted to clean my house. 

I sometimes get anxiety over the dumbest things. 

I was getting the kids all packed up and it's the final details that always get me. I should probably make a list and that would help, but I never do.

I got all of the bags into the trunk, I got all of my stuff into the car, I was getting ready to put the car seats in and the back door was locked. Linus's side always locks. So I opened the front door, unlocked the doors, shut the door, and as the door was shutting realized I'd locked it. I'd just locked the doors to the car.

With my keys inside. With my phone inside. With the house locked.

And no coat on.

Sigh.

As much as I hate doing it, I ran next door to see if I could borrow their phone to call Matt to see if he could bring the key to the Camry. Ugh!!

Called Matt, turns out the police car out front was not just a prop and the police officer was home, and offered to open the door for me. And I'd just caught him before he left. 

He came over, wedged it open, popped the lock, and took off. I was so thankful!! Starting digging for my keys in my purse that were in the front seat... 

They weren't there.

Oh Geez, were they in my pockets this whole time??

No.

I realized that I had left them in the key hole in the trunk. My keys were out, easily available, and I forgot.

I'm so glad the neighbor didn't see them.

Please, don't let my brilliance blind you because it blinds my husband as he's laughing.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Totally and completely out of my element... and then there was volunteer info.

So, I stay at home. And I use the internet to keep my company most days. There is a woman whom I've been following her blog for a while now and because I'm a stalker, totally facebook friended her. She posted something about coming out the the Ronald McDonald House for the Give a Hand fundraiser. I thought... cool, I need to get out, I know the house has really helped a lot of people out, sooooo.... let's go!

We got there an hour late, I walked in, and realized that I had absolutely no idea, whatsoever, what I had decided to be a part of.

I attended my first mommy blogger meeting... o.O

Um.... Yeah.

I love writing on my blog, I love sharing my life, I love reading blogs, but I don't have a blog like these ladies.

I don't have the GINORMOUS... and I mean GINORMOUS audience... and those who read and enjoy, thank you. I don't have what seems to be the uniform ie: the super cute giant huge purse, the really cute clothes, the all put together look (I have no idea how to accessorize. In fact you could give me all of the accessories and I'd put them on and feel like a complete idiot.), and camera.

I kind of felt like I was accidentally invited to the party with the cool kids. These ladies were very professional, very obviously have done this type of thing before, and totally made me feel very welcome. All the while I had a deer in the headlights look on my face, I'm sure.

By the way, can I just interject here that Linus totally flirted with Loralee and it was the cutest thing ever. He gave her this smile and batted his eyelashes at her. She really is that cute. He doesn't do that for anyone.
Anyway, the blogging ladies I met there, were Elisa from mormonmommyblogs, Veronica from welcometomychaos, and Loralee from loraleeslooneytunes. There was another woman there, but she left before I could meet her.  There were two other ladies there who work for different companies, and I'm not very clear on exactly what they do there, but Barbara Schmiett works at BRS Marketing Communications and Heather Johnson who works at GolinHarris.

Can I just say, thank you ladies for giving me some great adult time and even greater lady time?!

Ok, onto the volunteer info... All of you know about the Ronald McDonald House. It is a place for families to stay while their kids are in the hospital. Without going back and reading their whole story, I do believe a couple I have known forever stayed there a night or two while their daughter was at Primary's.

They've kicked off McHappy Day and are offering an invitation for customers to purchase a "Give A Hand" for $1 and the proceeds will go the local Ronald McDonald House Charities. It is going from November 10-20. They are also doing a contest. You can win $500 for you and $5000 for your local RMHC. 

Along with that, we were given a list of volunteer project ideas and needs that the house has. A few of these include: Sack Lunch Kits, Hand-tie Quilts, Pop Tabs, Housekeeping/Yard Work, and the Wish List of needs the RMCH of the Intermountain Area is large. Check out www.rmhslc.org for a list of things that are needed.

And now... a few pictures to delight the audience... keep in  mind they are either my crappy phone camera or pictures that were so kindly emailed to me. :D

These are the two I got on my phone... does it look like Linus and Ronald are like the repelling ends of magnets because that's what it felt like holding him. But he did smile for the camera. He's getting that cheesy grin down good.


The ladies did fun pictures with Ronald behind the glass... this is Elisa the only one I could get ... It takes 5 minutes just to get the camera going on the good old telly of mine. LOL
Keep in mind these photos are all welcometomychaos.com 's (As she so smartly puts on her photos.) She's the beauty in the red.


P.S. This Ronald just happens to be fluent in Spanish which is very nice considering the large Spanish speaking population we have. Awesome!

Yup, he can walk in those suckers.


RMHC Kitchen

RMHC Gameroom

and more Gameroom.

So, I completely got to the RMHC and almost didn't go in. I had a small anxiety attack. I had no idea what was going on, what I should expect, I had no clue. Period. I am a social butterfly who gets a little social anxiety and has not had a chance to groom my skills in a while. I completely went out of my comfort zone and I am so glad I did. Thanks ladies! I am really looking forward to actually helping out a little and maybe this will give me and the very nice and not at all crazy lady next door something to "bond" over. I just found out via the Mr. that she volunteers every Saturday there.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Bliss

This is one of my favorites so... introducing two of my favorite people.
One of my favorite people has finally found his very favorite person. Finally. And I couldn't be happier. So, I asked his VERY favorite person if I could write a little bit about them and she said yes. Thanks Miss T! (Although I didn't ask if I could use the photos or write a little TO you two, I am going to take the liberties.)

Once upon a time I met a gentleman who was very nice and kind to me. I met his family and for the most part, they took me under their wing and let me be part of their family for a while. It was great. We became great friends and although there is the awful label he and I share, the dreaded ex's-, things are sometimes weird for others regarding our friendship. He isn't the weird ex-boyfriend who hangs around hoping and pining for times past. I'm not the weird ex-girlfriend who still hopes to manage a small flame for the "in case". Or whatever it is that makes our friendship so weird to others.

I moved on one day and met my Bliss. His name is Matthew and we have been lawfully together 3 years this October.

My gentleman friend has been biding his time, finally found a very beautiful young lady, and is ready to name her his Bliss. They are soon to be lawfully together at the beginning of December of this year.

I have never seen him so happy and healthy.



I don't know her from previously, but she seem equally happy.


They make me smile.



So, in light of what many consider to be a miracle in the making... Congratulations!

Engagement party


A toast to the happy couple



Her ring. Beautiful opal, good choice Mr. H
I know that advice is given way too much and usually it's just bad, but I kind of wanted to throw out what I know to be good stuff for me.

There will come a time when the honeymoon phase is over... and it sucks. Cause you can easily get caught up in a rut. I didn't really get a chance for that to happen so much with my marriage cause we had kids immediately and that in itself puts you in a rut. Take time for yourselves. Not as in you two together, but as individuals. You both already seem really pretty good at that. Miss T has her friends, Mr. H has his friends, and then you all hang out together.

Talk to each other as much as you can. Mr. H, I know you are laughing a little about that statement as we both know I am not much of a talker when it comes to my feelings or things that are going on. My Bliss makes me talk to him. Especially when I don't want to. That's when I need to the most. So talk to each other.

Therapy isn't shameful. I think every couple should go to therapy. There isn't such a thing as a kid's handbook and there isn't such a thing as a marriage handbook. No one really knows what they are getting themselves into. No one realized the work that goes into it... mostly the learning how to give and take and compromise. Who does what chore when and the divvying of duties. Making a family with someone who previously wasn't is hard. Their ideas and values are different and learning to mesh them together is a challenge. I didn't go to couple therapy, but therapy on my own at the beginning really helped keep me level headed.

When you feel angry, bored, or any other negative emotion toward your partner, sit down and really, truly think about the beginning. How you felt at the beginning. Why you felt that way. Dress up. Pretend it's the beginning again. It really helps remind me of the spark.

And always remember, there is an ebb and flow of EVERYTHING!!! There are good times, there are bad times, there are easy times, there are hard times. Hold on, keep your arms and legs in the car, and enjoy the ride. And now, this story, above all stories I have read... and I read A LOT... touched me to the core and really let something sink in. Please read it, read the moral, and keep this story at the forefront through your lives.


A Story from a man

Sunday, July 25, 2010 at 9:04pm

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling
somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.

My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....

Moral: The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage! 


So, Miss T, I'm glad you are going to be George's dog mom. I am so glad that you gave the wiener another chance... yeah, I called you a wiener Harold and there isn't much you can do about it cause you really can be. :) Tristian, you seem to be a strong woman who won't put up with his shenanigans. Harold, you are such a sweet heart. Don't ever stop sending her flowers and being so cute to her. 


I love you both and hope you have as good a time on this ride as I've been having!

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Pardon the dust

I feel as though I have forgotten to write so much of what has happened over the last couple of months.

I almost feel as though my head has had a major upheaval and that there is some rebuilding. So... pardon the dust, let me shake off the cobwebs, and reblog.

You can tell I've had the blues. I haven't even enjoyed reading blogs let alone writing in my own which I so love to do.

As a parting gift for this particular no point post... here is my favorite pic of Linus this month.

He loved,loved,loved this little camping chair just his size.  Thanks Moose!

Monday, November 1, 2010

Rock out with your...oh...never mind.

I am 30. Wait, I take that back, I am not 30, I am 32. When my mom was that age I thought she was OLD!

I don't feel old. I don't really feel any different other than I feel a little more wise, I listen to my mom more, and my body hurts more and it takes more stretching to keep the stiffness away. Otherwise, I can't tell myself that I am 30. I can't tell myself that I am a mom. It kills me when I have to tell myself to be the adult.

I look at my siblings and they just don't seem like adults. Not that they aren't responsible or successful or whatever, it's just that my brother is a bearded, curly mustachioed, fixie riding, artist. My sisters are both makeup wearing, long haired or done haired, cute/in style clothes wearing ladies. They still have friends they get together with. They still go out and have a good time like motherhood hasn't grabbed them by the uterus and yanked them homebound never to leave again. And maybe that isn't really what seems to turn some women into something that when I see them, I think...you are a mom.

So, when I get a chance to go to a concert, I'll take it. Concerts are one of my favorite things and because it costs money, they get put on the back burner.  Sometimes it doesn't go so well... and sometimes it's the greatest day ever!

I was asked by a dear friend of mine to take his daughter. He was supposed to go and was asked to perform a wedding ceremony and so he figured that since Jared Leto is my #1 on my celebrity list, I'd like to go to Provo to the 30 Seconds to Mars, Neon Trees, and some Dutch band (I forgot their name).

Hanging out with R and her bf C was pretty dang fun. I did get hit on by one 18 year old (hardee har har). Funnier when he told C that I was "hot for a 30 year old". That just made me thing... at what point is something not "hot"? Mr. Leto is nearing up on 40. Seriously. The big 4-0. And he is HOT. I don't say, "Man, he's hot for a 40 year old." I did get asked about the tattoo on my shoulder and was later told that was me getting hit on. That would also be me being oblivious cause I always have been. *disclaimer- not that it matters cause I AM married, but it is nice for the girl ego of mine.*

It was a lot of fun to go kind of crazy with kids 10 or more my junior and enjoy their company so much. I hope they enjoyed mine as well, I think I did overhear that they did, indeed, enjoy my company.

So, my favorite part of the show... Mr. Leto can walk on the crowd and sing at the same time. It's amazing. A.M.A.Z.I.N.G. And he talks to the crowd and really plays to the crowd very well. He's very charismatic to a large crowd.

I have been to quite a  few concerts and there are a few performers that are great to large crowds and there are a few that are great to a small crowd. Prince- Great Great Great to a large crowd. Norah Jones- not so much. It was bad enough that I had to leave, but I can imagine she'd be amazing at a small venue. Nickle Creek- Amazing at a small venue. Lyle Lovett- I think he'd be pretty great at both venues. Metallica- Ridiculous at a small venue.

So, here are a few pics from our evening of beauty.

Casey Sandwich. With Rowan and Amanda bread.





DUDE!! He's walking on the crowd and singing! (I know, I know not the best picture)



Before the show, a little Jared bum while he was pumping up the tire to his bike. 

my eyes

I changed up my blog everyone. My eyes needed a rest from the beautifully colored owls and flowers. I found it horribly inconsistent with the colors of autumn and soon to come white of winter.

And fake mustaches are funny.