Our very talented photographer friend Janelle at Atelier Photographie took some photos of our little family for Christmas.
She will likely win a Pulitzer Prize for photography since she not only had to deal with photographing two wild animals, but my wild husband as well. We loved the photos, thanks, Janelle!
If you'd like to contact Janelle about taking pics of your family, let me know.
anything you say can and will be used for my entertainment...
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Mark Your Calendar: Financial Planning Girl's Night
Hopefully everyone had a very merry Christmas. I'll be posting a holiday recap in the next few days, but until then, I wanted to remind you to pencil in the YWCA successitea for Jan. 8.
Its focus is on financial planning. Plus there are FREE COOKIES and TEA. Plus a bunch of girls having a good time. And learning to be financially responsible. I'm not sure what is better than that. Did I mention there are FREE COOKIES?
Hope to see you there. These successiteas really are fun, if you haven't been before I encourage you to give this one a shot. They only last about an hour and all of the info is always so helpful. FREE COOKIES.
"Financial Planning: How to Plan and Manage Your Finances"
Speaker: Sue Wamsley with New York Life
DATE: Tuesday, Jan. 8
TIME: 7 p.m.
PLACE: The Tao, 900 East 2030 South
RSVP: To me, or to Heidi at hgroebs@ywca.com
Its focus is on financial planning. Plus there are FREE COOKIES and TEA. Plus a bunch of girls having a good time. And learning to be financially responsible. I'm not sure what is better than that. Did I mention there are FREE COOKIES?
Hope to see you there. These successiteas really are fun, if you haven't been before I encourage you to give this one a shot. They only last about an hour and all of the info is always so helpful. FREE COOKIES.
"Financial Planning: How to Plan and Manage Your Finances"
Speaker: Sue Wamsley with New York Life
DATE: Tuesday, Jan. 8
TIME: 7 p.m.
PLACE: The Tao, 900 East 2030 South
RSVP: To me, or to Heidi at hgroebs@ywca.com
Friday, December 21, 2007
Flashback Friday: Merry Christmas, Pard'ner
A little holiday treat: Zach as a cowboy when he was around two or three.
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
So What if I Still Count on My Fingers
Go ahead and just guess who CORRECTLY stated the number of jelly beans in the jar at the Nielsen Sio Salon Bumble and Bumble product line launch event?
Go ahead. Just do it.
Hint: ME!!!!
I scored nearly 200 bones in free B&B product. If my days-old ponytail is looking much silkier than usual, now you know why. I may just blow dry my hair to celebrate.
My loot
Go ahead. Just do it.
Hint: ME!!!!
I scored nearly 200 bones in free B&B product. If my days-old ponytail is looking much silkier than usual, now you know why. I may just blow dry my hair to celebrate.
My lootThursday, December 13, 2007
Overheard: Dept. Meeting Girl Talk
Her: I KNEW he was watching the clock. He has ovaries to save.
Him: Uh, actually it's breasts and cervixes.
Her: Whatever. And isn't it cervi?
Him: Uh, actually it's breasts and cervixes.
Her: Whatever. And isn't it cervi?
Friday, December 7, 2007
Flashback Friday: Christmas in '81
I love this picture, which accompanied our Christmas cards in 1981 (I was two years old), because of
1. My dad's sweet Grizzly Adams beard;
2. My adorable crocheted dress with matching purse and doll; and
3. My mom! She is a hot mama. Hopefully I'll look that good after having a baby (but I doubt it).
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Be there or be square
My friend Ryan's band is playing Saturday night at Solid Ground Cafe in Sandy. For only 6 bucks. They are amazing.I wouldn't miss it if I were you.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Personal Timeline: The First Decade
Age One: I spend my days with my mom and hanging out at my grandparents' house, since we live just next-door. I am basically bald. Mom pierces my ears in the hopes that someone will know that I am a girl. Dad is mad that his first born has gone through the pain of pierced ears.
Age Two: A clumsy child, I fall down a lot and have many bruises to show for it. My aunts babysit me, I fall down and get a black eye. The aunts hide from my dad, sure that he will kill them since his first born has gone through the pain of a black eye.
Age Three: I give myself another black eye while visiting our new house's construction site. Nobody knows how I got it. My best friend is our collie puppy, Lucky, The Best Dog Who Ever Lived, and whose name, when mentioned, still causes my mom to tear up.
Age Four: I go to my preschool interview. To judge my mechanical skills, the teacher asks me to color a black and white outline in the shape of a heart. I sit quietly staring at my paper. The teacher asks me why I haven't started coloring, and I tell her I didn't know which of the crayons I was supposed to use.
Age Five: My favorite coat is long and purple with thick buttons and matching mittens on a string. While playing on the slide, I overhear a classmate say that mittens are for babies and decide that next year, I'm moving on to gloves and never looking back.
Age Six: A first-grader at Creekview Elementary, I tell my parents about my teacher and how her boyfriend stops by occasionally to meet her in our coat closet. The next year I start private school.
Age Seven: I love wearing a uniform to school every day and my new friend, Rachele Sacco, pulls me aside to teach me how to get away with wearing gray cordouroy pants instead of the mandatory jumper: Just tell the nuns you spilled ice cream on your skirt.
Age Eight: My first year of using hard-cover text books. I feel very grown up and make a big deal of proclaiming, as often as possible, that "I have social studies homework." For some reason I liked the sound of that.
Age Nine: We start our first year of sex ed and my fear of childbirth is born.
Age Ten: My grandfather takes his airplane, that he built in his garage, for its first flight on my birthday. I feel very special and notice that the reporter from the Delta, Utah newspaper is there to cover the grand event. I am certain I'm just a bi-weekly newspaper away from being famous.
(This blog post topic is one recommended by Mighty Girl and featured in her popular book.)
Age Two: A clumsy child, I fall down a lot and have many bruises to show for it. My aunts babysit me, I fall down and get a black eye. The aunts hide from my dad, sure that he will kill them since his first born has gone through the pain of a black eye.
Age Three: I give myself another black eye while visiting our new house's construction site. Nobody knows how I got it. My best friend is our collie puppy, Lucky, The Best Dog Who Ever Lived, and whose name, when mentioned, still causes my mom to tear up.
Age Four: I go to my preschool interview. To judge my mechanical skills, the teacher asks me to color a black and white outline in the shape of a heart. I sit quietly staring at my paper. The teacher asks me why I haven't started coloring, and I tell her I didn't know which of the crayons I was supposed to use.
Age Five: My favorite coat is long and purple with thick buttons and matching mittens on a string. While playing on the slide, I overhear a classmate say that mittens are for babies and decide that next year, I'm moving on to gloves and never looking back.
Age Six: A first-grader at Creekview Elementary, I tell my parents about my teacher and how her boyfriend stops by occasionally to meet her in our coat closet. The next year I start private school.
Age Seven: I love wearing a uniform to school every day and my new friend, Rachele Sacco, pulls me aside to teach me how to get away with wearing gray cordouroy pants instead of the mandatory jumper: Just tell the nuns you spilled ice cream on your skirt.
Age Eight: My first year of using hard-cover text books. I feel very grown up and make a big deal of proclaiming, as often as possible, that "I have social studies homework." For some reason I liked the sound of that.
Age Nine: We start our first year of sex ed and my fear of childbirth is born.
Age Ten: My grandfather takes his airplane, that he built in his garage, for its first flight on my birthday. I feel very special and notice that the reporter from the Delta, Utah newspaper is there to cover the grand event. I am certain I'm just a bi-weekly newspaper away from being famous.
(This blog post topic is one recommended by Mighty Girl and featured in her popular book.)
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
She Wanted to Be Like the Dryer
As you may already know, Zach and I had an exciting weekend. Our little dog, Sydney, was sick the entire time with what we thought was the flu. After her symptoms kept up until Sunday night, we decided to take her to the animal E.R. and have her further checked out.
Several x-rays later, the doctor found that there was something stuck in her intestines. They ended up giving her an IV and let us take her home at 1:30 a.m. Sunday night/Monday morning so that she could have emergency surgery first thing in the morning.
Since the vet let us know that her condition was life-threatening, we didn't get much sleep with her between us where Zach & I could stare at her all night long. The next morning, we rushed to our fabulous vet, Dr. Latimer at Sugarhouse Veterinary Clinic, and were on his doorstep as soon as the office opened. He checked Sydney out and we did more tests to make sure that surgery was necessary.
It was, and he ended up operating on her late Monday afternoon. Fortunately, everything went well, and he ended up extracting (what we think was) a long sock from her intestines. Why she would eat an entire sock, we have no idea. Dr. L said that it was string-like, which is the worst kind of foreign object for a dog to have stuck in them, since it wreaks havoc on their intestines as they work to pass it. He said that she only would have had another day before things would have been very, very bad and un-operable.
About 5' of her bowels ended up being wrapped around this 18" piece of fabric. Luckily, the doctor was able to remove it with only two incisions to her intestines (he thought originally it would take 4 or 5), so that was great news.
Zach, Parker and I are missing her terribly since she'll be in the hospital until Thursday. We can't wait for our little Sydney to get home and we all feel so lucky that her problem was caught in time. I thought about taking a picture of the "foreign object" which the doctor saved for us, since it isn't every day you get to see a $2,000 sock. But, it turns out, even $2,000 socks are pretty disgusting once they've been living inside an animal for a few days.
The little sock eater tonight at the hospital.
Several x-rays later, the doctor found that there was something stuck in her intestines. They ended up giving her an IV and let us take her home at 1:30 a.m. Sunday night/Monday morning so that she could have emergency surgery first thing in the morning.
Since the vet let us know that her condition was life-threatening, we didn't get much sleep with her between us where Zach & I could stare at her all night long. The next morning, we rushed to our fabulous vet, Dr. Latimer at Sugarhouse Veterinary Clinic, and were on his doorstep as soon as the office opened. He checked Sydney out and we did more tests to make sure that surgery was necessary.
It was, and he ended up operating on her late Monday afternoon. Fortunately, everything went well, and he ended up extracting (what we think was) a long sock from her intestines. Why she would eat an entire sock, we have no idea. Dr. L said that it was string-like, which is the worst kind of foreign object for a dog to have stuck in them, since it wreaks havoc on their intestines as they work to pass it. He said that she only would have had another day before things would have been very, very bad and un-operable.
About 5' of her bowels ended up being wrapped around this 18" piece of fabric. Luckily, the doctor was able to remove it with only two incisions to her intestines (he thought originally it would take 4 or 5), so that was great news.
Zach, Parker and I are missing her terribly since she'll be in the hospital until Thursday. We can't wait for our little Sydney to get home and we all feel so lucky that her problem was caught in time. I thought about taking a picture of the "foreign object" which the doctor saved for us, since it isn't every day you get to see a $2,000 sock. But, it turns out, even $2,000 socks are pretty disgusting once they've been living inside an animal for a few days.
The little sock eater tonight at the hospital.
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