It's a Sickness

 

The love I have for all things Christmas is equaled only by my disdain for Halloween. As I have mentioned before, Addie being born to me on Halloween, and thus forcing me to show some degree of interest in Halloween, is the greatest proof of the existence of Karma. So since I am forced against my will to show some minor enthusiasm for Halloween, I cross-stitched this witch to add to my meager collection of Halloween decor.

This boy of mine likes almost nothing more than eating.  I found it quite amusing at Thanksgiving dinner that Jack's "Round 1" consisted only of potatoes and gravy and the giant turkey leg.  Before he started eating, the potatoes took up all of the plate not occupied by the turkey leg.  I don't recall how many Rounds of eating there were, but I know it was enough to keep the rest of us amused.  Monitoring Jack's food intake is not only a full-time job, it is also a tremendous source of entertainment.  I've been told he has reached Legend status at the Family Reunion.  We're so proud.

So back to my love for all things Christmas. A person simply cannot have too many Christmas tree ornaments.  I add quite a few every year:  the annual Hallmark Scarlett ornament plus a photo ornament of each of the 3 kids and one family photo ornament (yes, that's why I hoard Orange Juice lids), plus maybe one or two more when I just can't help myself.  What can I say?  I'm weak.  In the above photo, the kids are showing off one of their favorites - it's the Leg Lamp in the crate.  Yes, it lights up.  Yes, it does say "Fra-gee-lay.  Must be Italian." 

In keeping with the "Christmas Story" theme (again, I simply can't resist), this is Hallmark's 2012 offering:  The House on Cleveland Street, complete with the Leg Lamp lit up in the front window.

Another of my many weaknesses - Fisher Price circa 1970s.  Last year Hallmark brought us the little house, and this year it's the Popper.  And it pops.  It really pops.  Could. Not. Be Cuter.  I bought 4 of them.

And, of course, Scarlett and Rhett - "Sir, you are no gentleman" - from the BBQ at Twelve Oaks when she has her temper tantrum and throws the vase.


Naturally, all these ornaments take up space and so this year we have 4 trees.  Yes, I said 4.  But one is a small, table-top tree so it doesn't really count.  We sprung for a nice, bushy, real tree this year.  On it is hung all the glass, traditional, ball-type ornaments.  Then we have "Lane's Tree," which is the white artificial tree that we got some years ago because Lane was fool enough to tell me he liked white trees (it became tree #2, so this mess is really his fault).  Lane's tree has all the Hallmark ornaments on it.  Then the original artificial tree has all of our homemade ornaments on it - including the ones made at school and primary - truly the most treasured of the Christmas ornaments.  They are the funnest ones to hang because whichever kid made the ornament has to show it off like it's made of gold (it is to me) and say "I remember when I made this!!!"


And this is why I love Christmas.   All the memories.  All the traditions.  All the family time.  It becomes more and more precious as I realize how fleeting the time is with small children.  Christmas turns us all back into children, to one degree or another.  With the 3 holidays all lined up - Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years - it is such a perfect time to reflect on how blessed we are, how much love we have to share.  Truly, it is the Most Wonderful Time of the Year.

It's time once again for the Funk Family Photo Shoot.  Since I am the Queen of Procrastination, I managed to put off this annual fun until after Thanksgiving.  I must be doing something right because bad weather has not found us yet so we were able to get decent outdoor pictures even this late in the year.  I have really good intentions every September, but somehow it never gets done in September.  Special thanks to KNC Photography (meaning Katie and Nanette Clark) for putting up with my nonsense every year and pulling off the impossible by getting decent photograhs of us.  That's the sign of true friendship.  Or they're crazy.  It could go either way, really.

 

I don't know why this posted twice.  I also don't know how to delete it.

Trans Siberian Orchestra

After listening to countless commercials advertising the upcoming Trans Siberian Concert, I decided it would be fun to go.  The concert was on Thanksgiving Wednesday, and I made this decision at about 8pm on Tuesday.  Sadly, Taylor was scheduled to work and couldn't get anyone to cover her shift, and I mistankenly thought it wouldn't interest Addie.

 

So after paying all the various "convenience" fees to SmithsTix, the tickets were just under $50 each.  I tried to choose the best from the Cheap Seats, but next time I go, I will definetly spring for better seats.

 

The concert was way more than I was expecting, and the music, of course, was amazing.  I felt badly that Taylor had to miss out, and now I know that Addie would have been entertained.  I would love to go again, and hope that they come again next year on a convenient day considering Taylor will be away at college (insert sobbing sounds here) and I would hate for her to miss it a second time.


The only other down side to the evening was that we ate dinner at the downtown SLC JBs while we waited for the crowd to clear out so we wouldn't have to stand on the train.  Even by current JBs standards it was pretty barfy.  Cheesecake Factory is the way to go.  Always Cheesecake Factory.

I still missed 3/4 of the football game

Because it is way long over due, we took a day as a family vacation of sorts since we never took a family vacation during the summer because of Lane being in school.  So for our Fall Break we went up to see the Church sites in Salt Lake.  It turns out I'm an even crappier mom than I had thought because Jack and Addie have never been up there.  Actually Jack has, but he was like 2 or younger.  Being the traffic/crowd haters that we are, we just never really thought about going.  But Trax makes it lots easier (ignoring, of course, the invasion of personal space that comes with public transportation.  Eww.)  So we hopped on the train in Sandy and off we went.

 

We had lunch at The Cheesecake Factory at the City Creek Center.  Lane (foolishly) ordered the Burrito Grande, and it was indeed muy grande.  We all had to laugh at his face when the waiter set it down in front of him.  He was only able to eat about a third of it, and even Jack couldn't polish it off.  We had to carry a large Cheesecake Factory bag of leftovers around with us all day, because even those of us who finished our dinner still had to have some cheesecake, we just couldn't eat it right then.  We enjoyed our Burrito/Cheesecake feast later that night.

It rained lightly off and on all day, but mostly it was clear. The sun came out a few times too.

We took the elevator in the Church Office Building up to the observation deck and enjoyed the vast panorama from up there. 

Jack channelled his inner Sheldon and thought he had located the perfect accoustical seat in the tabernacle.

We even ventured on to the Red Line of Trax and went up to the Stadium to see the Olympic cauldron.

 

 

This week's Saturday morning hike took us up to the Battle Creek waterfall again.  It was quiet and peaceful and we only saw one other person on our entire round trip.  The leaves were more vibrant last week when we were up there doing Jack's Eagle project, but still pretty today.

After our hike and other chores (grocery shopping, gas-tank-filling, etc) I made 2 batches of grape jelly.  I do not advise attempting to make jelly during the commercials of a football game.  It might not end well.  It could involve broken mason jars, boiling jelly that splatters all over the stove and walls, spilled sugar on the stove top (which then carmelizes because the stove is hot) and floor (ewww - gritty on bare feet!), and the smoke alarm going off.


None of these things happened to me, of course.  I'm far too together to let that happen.  It's just a theory I came up with.

My Sucktastic Vacuum that Won't

I have worked very hard - so very, very hard - to earn my title as the Cheapest Person Alive.  Pursuit of said title sometimes leads me to make poor purchases. 

Case in Point:

Me:  Lane, it's simply too much effort to carry the vacuum downstairs.  We need to get a vacuum to just keep downstairs.

Lane:  Whatever.

Me:  Let's go get one right now.  (things like this must, of course, be done immediately)

Lane:   Whatever.


So we went to Walmart (where I never like to go if it can be avoided, but it's tough as the Cheapest Person Alive to avoid the big W for very long). 

Me:  Looky, Lane!  This vaccuum is pink and it only costs $30ish.

Lane:  Don't you think you might be happier if you spent a normal amount of money on a vacuum so we don't have to buy one again next month when this one dies?

Me:  But it's pink!

Lane:  Are you sure - really sure - that you want such a cheap vacuum?

Me:  Sure.  It's only for downstairs, it's make by Eureka, and it's pink.  It'll be fine.

Lane:  I really think you should get a better vacuum.

Me:  But it's pink!

Lane:  Whatever.


Guess what.  The pink vacuum is terrible.  We've had it for a while because I have refused to admit that Lane was right.  Instead,  I (and by "I," of course I mean Lane or Jack) have spent the better part of a year or so digging out the clogged hose or trying to clear the filter.   So tonight after attempting to vacuum:

Me:  I HATE this vacuum.  I'm throwing it out.  It's the worst vacuum in the history of vacuums.

I knew the "I told you so" was coming.

But being the good, well-trained husband that he is, he simply smiled at me and said fine.

So here's what I have learned:
1.  Spend more than $30 on a vacuum.
2.  Just because it's pink doesn't mean it's better.  It should, but it doesn't.
3.  I will never again buy a bagless vacuum. 
4.  I probably still won't listen to Lane's advice.
5.  I kinda like vacuuming.
6.  I'm pretty sure I need new carpet.
7.  I definitely need a new couch.
8.  The word "vacuum" is starting to look really weird.


So any sage vacuum advice is welcome, since it's still way too much work to bring the "upstairs" vacuum downstairs.  I am also working on earning a "Laziest Person Alive" title.

Sorry, Lane. Jack's taller.

So I cleaned out the coat closet the other day.  I found Jack's old snow suit.  That's how big he was when we moved into this house.  We laughed and laughed at how he's now twice the boy he was when we moved.  I also found miles and miles of oxygen tubing, and the little "tender grips" to hold the oxygen to a baby's face.  Why in the world was I holding on to that??

 Jack's 14th birthday fell on a Sunday, so he got to be ordained a Teacher that day.  Look at me, all smiling nice for the picture only to find out now - right now - that Lane and Jack were trying to out-tall each other.  All this time I thought we had a nice little picture to commemmorate Jack's big day.  I should have known better.

Taylor got asked to Homecoming and asked me to make her a dress.  We found a cute pattern and it sewed up pretty quick and easy, although it would have helped if I had cut the pattern pieces out correctly.  I cut one out wrong enough (wth?  I've been cutting patterns for a long time now!) that I thought I would have to go buy more fabric, but I think some minor adjusting worked out ok.

 I guess Lane just can't be normal in a picture.  Taylor's expression is pretty priceless.

See?  They do love each other!

The First of the Last

The First of the Last: Taylor's first day of her last year of high school. How in the crap did she get so grown up so fast? I'll refrain from waxing nostalgic about how her first day of preschool seems like just yesterday (it does), or how it makes me feel old that she's so grown up (it does), or how I only wish happy things for her in her future (I do). No, I won't say any of that because I would hate to get overly emotional or sentimental (too late).

Addie (4th grade) and Jack (8th grade) also off on their first day of school. Jack is so tall he is always mistaken for someone much older, and Addie is also unusually tall. Especially considering when she was born we were told she would always be small and sickly looking.

For the family do tonight I, of course, opted to take cupcakes as my potluck item. I went outside to our raspberry plants hoping that maybe, just maybe, there would be the 1 cup of berries required for raspberry frosting. I was blown away with how many there were for this late in the season. Clearly, we have some sort of ever bearing plants. Or magic plants, maybe. Either way, we had about 4 cups of raspberries, and at least 1 more picking since there are still lots of pink and white ones out there. So I made my raspberry frosting for the cupcakes, even topped them with a fresh raspberry.

Every once in a while - a Blue Moon, if you will, since we just had one - all the stars align and I get perfect tomato sauce. It has only happened to me one or two other times, and I still don't know what the magic is that makes it perfect. Typically my tomato sauce is kinda thin and watery, and not much to look at. The Blue Moon tomato sauce is perfectly thick and looks positively GORGEOUS in the jars. This is why Blue Moon Tomato Sauce is not actually for consumption. It is just for sitting on the shelf for me to admire periodically. And to show off to innocent people: "Look. At. This. Is this the most gorgeous tomato sauce in the world or what?" So now these jars of Blue Moon Tomato Sauce will sit nicely on the shelf next to the other Blue Moon Tomato Sauce, while the sad, thin, watery, unloved tomato sauce will be this fall/winter's soup and chili.

2 years. Seriously. 2 years. That's how long the other Blue Moon Tomato Sauce has been on the shelf. You can come visit it if you want to.

We lost 2 peach trees this year. The first one (I may have already mentioned this, but I am old and feeble minded and therefore you must smile, shake your head, and forgive me) was in the front yard and it just randomly died. It blossomed in the spring, and had cute little peaches on it and everything (it is only a few years old). Then it just died. We don't know why. It just died.

The other was the old peach tree in the back yard and has been there for as long as I can remember. One day we noticed that the southerly (the poor tree only really has 3 branches anymore) branch had broken off and fallen to the ground. So we picked the peaches, but since I had no time to do anything with them, we were able to give them away to some neighbors. Then a few days later the northerly branch broke off. I still don't have any time. But we picked them and gave some to one of the same neighbors (whether she wanted them or not). Of what we kept, I spent today freezing some, and the rest I sliced up and took to the family do. I mixed in the rest of the raspberries, and they disappeared fast! I brought home 4 cupcakes, but no peaches.

I told you this story to tell you this one: Next year I will be in need of peaches. And the year after. And for the forseeable future.

Thank you for your support.