Tuesday, December 30, 2008

HASAY Week 10


It's that time again. After a Christmas vacation Casey is back to whipping us into shape, one blog at a time. So I'm here to report some good news and some bad news.

I'll give you the bad news first. I'm sure most people slacked on their HASAY progress during the holidays and I was no exception. I've got zero workouts to report, people. I didn't do anything remotely close to exercise. I also ate like crap and did HORRIBLE on my water intake.

BUT the good news is that on Christmas Eve the scale read... are you ready for this?

145

That means I am officially back to my pre-preggo weight! Now to be fair, I weighed myself tonight and I'm back up to 148. So I'm still floating above 145 but hey, I'll take it any way I can get it. And due to the recent slack in my healthy habits I'm attributing the majority of this little achievement to nursing. That's right, all you need is your very own adorable creature who needs to double his body weight every few months to drain you of calories every 2-3 hours. Your once full head of hair and smooth supple skin will go to crap but you'll be back into your skinny jeans in no time!

After New Years I am back on the wagon for reals. And I'll be around to harass the rest of you HASAYers soon enough.

love, aloicious

Monday, December 29, 2008

Worth it


I keep waiting for this to get hard. Of course there has been fussiness, full-on screaming at times, restless nights and the occasional blowout diaper. But when he looks into my eyes, cocks his head to the side and shoots me one of his shy smiles, I simply melt.

love, aloicious

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

I'm still alive...

I have been slacking in the blogging department. But it's Christmas eve-eve... and I've been busy... and I've been having major writers block.


But I just wanted to show off my cute Christmas nails this week. I'm not a big fan of crazy, cheesy holiday nails. But I do like to get a little festive now and then. I don't like to have nails that make people stop in their tracks and wonder if you are the secretary for the circus. But I do like to have a little pop. It intrigues people and I've found many clients that way.

I'm a nail tech by trade. I finished nail school almost 3 years ago and have worked at least part-time doing nails on the side ever since. It's kind of ironic that I ended up doing nails in the first place (not REALY ironic, more like the Alanis Morissette version of ironic - you know, rain on your wedding day?) Frankly I was never a "nail" person. I'd get them done for dances or weddings in high school but never on a regular basis. And usually at the end of the night I'd end up ripping them off as soon as I got home.


But one day after two years of college and no closer to finding a major I could stomach, I decided I needed a change. I had always thought about doing hair but wasn't sure I'd be good at it. Plus, wasn't hair school, like, TWO YEARS LONG?? This non-college grad wasn't ready for that big of a commitment, totally for sure. Whatever girlfriend!


But then I met my mom's friend Kelly, who was doing pedicures out of her home salon for $50 a pop. That seemed like a pretty sweet gig. So I signed on for the 4-month nail program and I was on my way.

I really enjoy doing nails. I get to be a little creative and show off my hand-eye coordination. And it charges my social battery which I crave even more now that I'm a stay-at-home-mom.


So here's my contribution to the holiday spirit. Hope your holidays rock as much as my nails.

love, aloicious

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Spin Cycle: The Un-Mom

For this weeks Spin Cycle, the almighty Sprites Keeper mixed it up a bit. We were asked to send her a list of 5 of our favorite blogs and then write a feature post about one of them and why they rock so hard.



I found the Un Mom during HASAY. I went through all the homies on the list and made a note of the funnies. Un Mom totally brought me to the internet-equivalent of my knees with her random Tuesday thoughts. This one was particularly hilarious. It was love at first glance. You'll especially enjoy if you click through your reader to her site (there's lots of extras). And especially if you like comic books. She also has a mommy blog that makes me chuckle with excitement for when Frankles starts bringing the funny.

So go check her out! You won't be disappointed...

love, aloicious

Friday, December 19, 2008

PUBLISHED

Okay, so not really my doing, or my intention. BUT it's official:

I'M A PUBLISHED PHOTOGRAPHER.

My dad was asked by the local small-town paper for some pictures of the local basketball team my brother plays on and they used mine! WOOT! I'm a real photog! Okay, so it's only the local small-town paper but they're my shots! It's kind of exhilarating. I mean, they're not very good shots. And for some reason I'm not even really getting credit on the online version, but supposedly in the printed version my name appears.

Hey, I'll take it. Go me!

love, aloicious

Friday Fill-Ins

1. Snowflakes are piling up a mile high outside my window RIGHT NOW!!
2. I'm going to get in the shower sometime, maybe today even.
3. Al's War is a song (by Less Than Jake) whose lyrics have meaning to me. It's about a kid who moves out. It makes me think of growing up and not really wanting to and feeling lost. It makes me think of myself and at their shows I always get a little emotional about this song, which if you've heard the song is kind of funny since it's got quick little punk beat and it's not even sad!
4. Just one sip and you're ready to wait another year for your yearly sip of eggnog.
5. Sitting at the computer in my cozy house with a baby sleeping on my lap in the middle of a snow storm is where I'm happiest.
6. I believe that tragedy is a necessary part of life. It makes you appreciate the good stuff.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Snowy nostalgia


There's something nostalgic for me about churches after a snow storm this time of year.

Somehow they put me in the mood for Christmas.


And hot chocolate.

They seem to say "Come in out of the cold, my friends"

"Come in and let us warm your hearts"

love, aloicious

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Christmas - aloicious style


We've got some fun traditions for our family Christmas party with my mom's side of the family. One of them is singing Christmas carols with kazoo's, or "kazarooling" if you will. Everyone gets to choose a carol to kazoo to.


And you've always got to be on the lookout for the dreaded "kazoo breath." Of course, you probably don't want these folks breathing in your face without a kazoo. But all socially acceptable behavioral limits are thrown out when you've got a kazoo in your hand!


It's even more fun with two! Isn't that true for most things?


Frankles DID NOT like the kazoos. Hopefully he changes his mind or he's out of the family.

Until next year...

love, aloicious

Monday, December 15, 2008

HASAY, I hardly knew ye (week 9)

Okay, I guess I'm not saying goodbye. TRICKED YOU! But I am ashamed to admit a pathetic week of being awesome at loosing weight. Not to say I've gained any but I worked out exactly zero times this week. I have a million excuses but I really can't afford to do this again. Especially in January when I start training for my halvsies.

So I'm here to repent of my naughty ways. Redeem me from my, internet! Can I get a hallelujah?? I've actually already been blessed by the HASAY gods this week (thanks Casey) because I didn't gain anything, but I didn't loose either. So this next week I plan on redeeming myself.

In fact, despite the fun-sucking symptons of a cold I feel coming on I did get out and ride my bike with the dog, IN THE SNOW today. So I feel somewhat victorious.

Here's to progress! (and not stuffing my face with cookies I'll be baking this weekend)

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Friday, December 12, 2008

Friday Fill-Ins

Wanna Fill-In your own? Check it out here.

1. Friends are what make life worthwhile. I'm lucky to know some pretty funny/awesome people. Including those I know from blog land.

2. One of my motivators to loose weight is my health; it's not to an out of control level yet but I've seen what obesity does to one's body (not to mention state of mind in this society). It's good motivation to get it together.

3. I'm ready for summer. I took for granted being able to run at night without feeling like my lungs were about to bleed out. Too bad it's still about 5 months away.

4. Pine needles (and Fierce cologne) is one (okay two) of my favorite perfumes or aftershaves or smells.

5. The oldest ornament I have is some silver balls? I haven't been decorating my own tree all that long. I don't have any super sweet ornaments.

6. Take some school lunch, mix it all together and you have a hilarious daily high school ritual where our friend used to mix all the leftover lunch stuff and take a sip and spit it out. I'm sure the janitors were not our biggest fans.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to working out for the first time this week, tomorrow my plans include TWO - count em, TWO family parties and lunch with my girlfriend and Sunday, I want to sleep the day away but I'll be at church all morning. I just got a new calling that actually requires me to show up for ALL THREE hours.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Close encounters of the celebrity kind

I was reading this blog today and remembered the first time when I saw a real life celebrity. There aren't a whole lot of celebs here in Utah, unless you count Gary Coleman. Or you head up to Park City during Sundance.

Anyways, last year my friend Derek and I decided to meet up for dinner with our good friend Jill. We chose sushi because we're mighty hip and trendy. So we headed downtown to Mikado for a successful night at looking sweet and fanagling raw fish into our mouths with sticks.

As we sat in the lobby waiting for a table, I noticed we were surrounded by quite a few giggly girls. There's nothing I hate more than giggly girls (except puppies and kittens). What in the crap were they all giggling about?? And why here? At a super trendy, uber hip sushi place?? This was no place for silliness. It's a place of sophistication and wasabi and soy sauce! Not to mention the Asian chefs! Nothing is more serious then an Asian chef.

Suddenly from behind one of the sliding rice-paper doors appeared a scruffy-faced dude and the giggliness immediately ramped up. He well dressed but not overly dressed. As he meandered down the hallway, shoeless I might add, the energy of the room gravitated towards him. There was something about this guy that my posse just wasn't privy to. And I'll admit, Mr. Scruff looked extremely familiar.

Then I noticed a 3-some of gigglygirls sheepishly ask if she and her friends could get a picture with him. He happily obliged and the girls squealed with delight. But we still didn't know who he was. So Derek, being the ever outgoing individual that he is, sauntered over and asked the now shrieking girls pointing at their digital camera, just who that mystery man was.

"PATRICK DEMSEY!" they practically shouted with excitement.

Of course! Patrick Demsey! That dude from Can't Buy Me Love and Greys Anatomy (I'm a little bit nervous to report that I've never been a Greys fan because I'm always berated with "YOU DON'T WATCH GREYS??? HOW CAN YOU NOT WATCH GREYS!!"). But when you recognize someone from a movie you haven't seen in 10 years and a few commercials for a show you don't watch, it's not ALL THAT exciting... even if he is a delicious piece of man meat ("I want some of your man meat Michael!" - name that show).


But I tell you what, had it been James Denton or Zach Braff I would have melted into a mushy pile of dreamboat induced giggles as well.

Have you ever had a close encounter with a celeb??

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

My new addiction

Frankles has developed a bittersweet little habit in the wee hours of these blustry winter mornings. He's been SUPER stuffy lately and despite the humidifier has been waking up each morning between four and six due to the fact that he can barely breath with all the boogers blocking his airways. He begins snorting and crying and I am forced to retrieve the blue bulb syringe of death. After a minute or so of screaming bloody murder as I jab that thing up his nose, the boogies are vanquished and I pull him in for a good, soothing snuggle.

As he begins to calm down and the crying subsides he makes THE MOST adorable little coo-ey sigh-ey noises. I wish you could hear them right now, you're heart would probably melt all over the place like mine does. If only I could bottle those baby sounds for the general public. The market for them would be huge, I promise.

I lay him down next to me and he slowly drifts off to sleep, his face a dead give away to the ebb and flow of his baby dreams. It's a beautiful sight and I can hardly bring myself to turn off the lamp and put him in his crib.

And so in the wee hours of the morning although my body is aching for sleep, my heart is aching for those sweet baby noises. And while I can't wait for the day when I can remember what it feels like to get a full nights rest, I know these bittersweet early morning encounters will eventually come to and end. And I will miss them.



love, aloicious

Monday, December 8, 2008

Club HASAY update

This is going to be quick because I've gotta get to bed. BUT last week I ran...

TWICE!!

I know, not too much to get excited about. But at least it was something. But I do have some REALLY good news. I got on the scale today and discovered I am now 5 lbs away from my pre-pregnancy weight. WOOT!

Now that's something to smile about.



love, aloicious

I like my normal

For some reason our unfinished basement is getting cable TV (please don't call Comcast. There's not even a couch down there, just a matress and some blankets on a concrete floor. And besides it smells and it's dirty so we barely even watch it. Mostly just Packy when certain sporting events aren't covered by the regular channels we're actually paying for upstairs. And besides, we all know Comcast has a virtual monopoly on the Utah market so we're just sticking it to the man).

Anyways, I took a time-out in "the lair" (as it's come to be known) last night. There was a show in MTV, an interview of sorts, with Britney Spears. Back when I was working I would peruse the MSN Celebrity Gossip on a daily basis. So I've followed closely the trainwreck that has seemingly been her life over the past year or two. I felt very sorry for her as I watched this little slice of her life. She can't go anywhere without being harassed by photographers and some of them look scary. Sometimes they waved their cameras like guns and shouted awful things as she attempted to conceal herself from their view.

Then, as the show commercialed every five minutes, I clicked over to my favorite channel A&E for some good old fashioned reality TV. There happened to be a documentary on about a Chinese plastic surgeon and some of his patients. One of his stories followed a man from a remote village in China who had been attacked by a bear. It was hard to see his face and see a person. His wounds were so severe that half of his face was basically a skull with some skin and his eye poking through. The man had also gone through a huge emotional/psychological change since the attack. He talked about how he had become severely depressed. His cousin explained that he didn't sing or smile anymore. Through literally years of surgeries and a few miracles the team of surgeons was able to perform a partial face transplant and he began to look human again. Not entirely normal, but human.

Suffering comes in so many forms. I wouldn't being to compare Britney Spears' struggles with those of this Chinese guy. But I can't deny that both situations would be torture. It makes me grateful for my little slice of normal life that I have and the occasional glimpses of heaven I'm allowed to experience. Like this:


love, aloicious

Friday, December 5, 2008

Flashback Friday


When Zach and I were first married we lived in Spanish Fork. I volunteered at the Children's Center where abused children would go as a safe haven. I was a child advocate and this little darling was the one I mentored. I haven't seen her in over a year. I am going to call her this week.

Friday Fill Ins

I thought I'd give this Friday Fill Ins a go. If you'd like to fill in your own on Fridays check it out here.

1. Snow is my favorite part about winter, until it gets all dirty and slushy. Then it's my least favorite part.

2. I'm looking forward to seeing The Forgotten Carols next week with my honey. It will be our second date since Frankles was born.

3. Double-stuff Oreos is the best cookie innovation ever!

4. One of my favorite old tv shows is Little House on the Prairie. I have probably seen each episode a handful of times.

5. I'm done with my book: The Book Theif (almost, that is - just a few more pages to go)

6. The most enjoyable thing around the holidays is getting together with the whole family. I love a party.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to eating BLAT's (BLT's plus Avacado) and watching Mitch's basketball game, tomorrow my plans include going to Iggy's with friends to watch the Jazz game, and Sunday, I want to take a long, baby free nap.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Leftover Thanksgiving Turkey Chili

This is an Ali original I made tonight. I thought I'd better post it quick before you eat all your turkey leftovers! This recipe makes enough for 2 and some leftovers. So if you've got a family of more than two who eat solid food, you might want to double this.

White Turkey Chili

1 tbsp olive oil
1 tbsp butter
1 small red onion, finely chopped
1 small green bell pepper, finely chopped
½-1 jalapenjo, seeded and finely chopped (optional)
1-2 cloves minced garlic
1 tsp salt
1 tsp pepper
1 tsp cumin
½ tsp chilli powder
2 tbsp flour
1 can chicken broth
1 ½ C corn (get the sweet frozen corn from Costco, it’s THE BOMB)
2 cups shredded turkey
1 can of white beans, rinsed really well

In a large soup pot heat olive oil and butter over medium heat. When butter is melted add onion, pepper and jalepenjo and sauté until onion is translucent. Add garlic, salt, pepper, cumin and chilli powder and cook for a couple more minutes. Add the flour and stir to coat the veggies. Add the chicken broth and wisk the mixture well. Add the corn, turkey and beans and heat through. Serve with cornbread or rolls.

love, aloicious

The end is nar?


They may not be able to spell but apparently they can predict the future.

(incidentally, I drove down the street a couple of days later and the sign was gone... perhaps they were predicting the unfortunate demise of their beautiful sign)

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Back off, lady!



Yesterday at the Walmarts the Asian lady at check-out asked if I'd cut Franky's hair. I was all "Um... no." And she was like "Oh! He jus-o bald!."

"Okay, lady", I said. "Back off my damn kid before I check 'no' on this here card swiper when it asks me if my cashier was friendly today."

No, I didn't really say that. I just sort of laughed awkwardly and internalized my rage.

But then I really started to think about how much I tease my nearly 3 month old son. Like when he's yawning and I make the goofy faces he likes to see if I can get him to smile so he can't yawn. Or when he's being really whiney and I just copy his whines exactly and he's like "WTF???"

So I don't really hate the Asian lady for making fun of Baldy over here. I'm just going to make it a personal policy not to comment negatively on people's children unless I'm looking for a black eye.

And he may be bald but don't you just want to munch on those chubby cheeks?


love, aloicious

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

My first manward EVER

We've all seen them, those clever little me-me's disguised as awards. I've never been given a blog award before and I'm pretty sure I've never even received a MANWARD before. But today was apparently the day. Goodfather bestowed me with a very special little bloggy award:


It's a proud day for me, folks. So let the festivities commence!

1st: I've gotta say one nice thing about a man in my life. Since no virtually no dudes read my blog (except for Goodfather and we all know how awesome he is since he's the one who gave me the award - also all you lurker dudes can correct me if I'm wrong) I guess I'll say something nice about Ian. He's a really good friend of mine and he's an excellent husband. SO THERE!

2nd: I've gotta list six ways I measure success in my life
1. My baby doesn't get sick
2. I grocery shop under budget during the week
3. If I get showered and ready for the day before noon, that's success.
4. If I keep up on the dishes means I'm successful
5. I make an effort to get together with friends during the week = SUCCESS
6. Frankles sleeps in his crib for at least 1/2 the night is great success

2nd: Now I've gots to nominate 6 other bloggers who "measure up" to my high standards. I choose the following:

Derek, my real life friend since elementary school where he made me cry who always makes me smile with his witty quips.

Nicole, not only is she family but she's one of the funniest bloggers I know.

Nicole 2, a brilliant photographer and designer and a good friend.

Joy at Joys of Home
. She's got a great blog and was my inspiration for all my furniture rehab stuff.

The Daily Stranger. This is a blog by my friends Derek (above) and Jeremy. It's always fun to read.

Katie, she's a great writer (and my 1/2 marathon training partner!).

So that's it! Oh! And all you nominees you can go ahead and nominate 6 blogs you feel "measure up" to receive that little award. Or not, and hog all the glory for yourself. You can also list 6 ways you measure success in your life. Stay tuned for more mediocrity.

love, aloicious

Monday, December 1, 2008

Furniture Rehab #2



I've learned a lot this time around on furntiure rehab #2. It was very differnt from furniture rehab #1 but the reward was even greater. I learned that spray paint, while making for a quicker project (and we're all about quick here on this show), can be pricey. I learned that furniture rehab is not easy with a baby in tow so use your nap times wisely (see the baby monitor pictured up there). But above all I learned that an ounce of prevention is worth a whole buttload of cure. And in this case I'm not talkin no Eva Longoria buttload. I'm talkin Rosie O'Donnell buttload.


Meet Shelfy. He's my 2nd EVER furniture rehab project. I decided to give him a new look with black satin spray paint. Sounds easy, right? I just follow the 3 basic steps:


1. Sand
2. Clean
3. Paint

Seems simple enough. But after the first coat of paint something went horribly wrong. Somewhere lurking beneath the wood, an unknown substance kept causing a spiderweb-type texture to show through. It was extremely noticeable. I went through several sandings and repaintings to get it right. It took me a while but it's finally finished! Are you ready to see Shelfy in all his big-n-black glory?



Ta da! He's now residing in my tiny living room beneath a vase of flowers. I'm contemplating painting a big monogramed 'S" on the front or modgepoding some sort of pattern to the top. I'm not finished with you yet Shelfy! But for now you can just sit pretty until I get a creative epiphany about your future. Until next time...

love, aloicious

Sunday, November 30, 2008

HASAY Update

This week I really slacked on my blogging... but... I've got good news: I'm up to 3 workouts this week! Go me, uh huh, oh yeah, I'M_THE_BOMB.COM. Now imagine me doing the "raise the roof" dance.

I ran 3 days this week, almost 3 miles each time. I've found that scream-o music makes me feel like a badass and thus I find myself running much faster and with better posture. At first I was just pumping up with Underoath and then I remember The Almost. Both bands share the same lead singer and both have albums with great running beats. There's nothing like a skinny redhead screaming a super sweet chorus in your ear like "I had the whole world in my hands but I gave it AWAAAAAAAYYYY" to pump you up for a sweet run.


This week my goal is to try a morning run. Tomorrow I am waking up at 6:30 to give myself time to shake off the morning blues and run my butt around the park. I figure once I start the actual training for my 1/2 marathon I'll need to be doing some morning running to make sure I get it all in. Wish me luck!

Also, look for some wickedawesome posts this week, I promise.

love, aloicious

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Spin Cycle: Giving Thanks

This weeks Spin Cycle is about none other than being thankful. It's a little overwhelming to think of all the things I'm thankful for right now. There are just so many. So in true elementary school fashion, here's my list for 2008:

I am thankful...

I married a good man
my baby boy is of the healthy and bouncing variety
I was born in America
we got into real estate when we did
ice from Sonic
friends who make me laugh
we have health insurance
my parents are still married
my ability to cook for my family
my snuggly puppy
Utah weather of all varieties
the relationships I have with my siblings, all three individually
Desperate Housewives (just being honest)
Packy's musical ability
I'm able to have kids
modern medicine (IE. epidurals, kidney stints, etc.)
my own unfailing health
good neighbors
the Target lady on SNL (oh how I giggle...)
the freedom to disagree
I'm able to be a full-time mom
I'm finally enjoying running
I live near my family
my faith in Jesus Christ

That's all for now. I know lists are kind of lame unless you're name is Ali's Husband, but I hope I conveyed the fact that 2008 was a year to be grateful for.

love, aloicious

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Na Blo Po Mo

Pretty much everyone whose blogs I stalk regularly (see here, here and here) has participated in NaBloPoMo = National Blog Posting Month. For the month of November they pledged to post every single day. I did think about taking on the challenge as there are some weeks I do end up posting every day. But I decided against it. And it's not just because I'm lazy. I don't like being tied down. I want to be as free as a bird and that includes in the blogging world.

And I also knew I would fail. Sometimes life just gets busy and you can't find time or inspiration. Especially with a newborn. So basically, that's my excuse for hardly posting last week. Not only did I get busy with normal family stuff but last night I experienced what is known as the 24-hour flu, complete with chills, body aches and endless trips to the bathroom (I know, I know, TMI). Yet I still managed to get my 11 week old baby to sleep and fed throughout the night. Yeah, I'm pretty much super mom. Or normal mom. It's how we roll, rain or shine.

Alright, now I have to go watch my daily Scrubs. Oh Zach Braff, you make dorky SO sexy...




love, aloicious

PS. Club HASAY update: Last week I only worked out once. I did a 3 mile run on Wednesday night. I'm getting back on the horse this week though. Stay tuned for more awesomeness!

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Spin Cycle: Favorite

This weeks Spin Cycle is probably the easiest one so far. All you do is pick your favorite post from your blog and bring it up front and center and remember how awesome you are. This blog started out as your typical "family updates" blog. I'd like to think it's evolved since then but a lot of my old posts are like "here's what I did today, yadda yadda, I'm pregnant and feeling fat" so I didn't have a lot of great material that wasn't posted recently to choose from.

But, while void of any substance, this was a post I thought would be pretty fun to share. Click here for some FLAVA FLAV!!!!

love, aloicious

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Oh the enchantment...


If I had to describe how motherhood feels in one word I would use enchanting. Not because it's so easy and fun all of the time but my love for this child is more like a physical reaction then a decision. The smell of his bald little head and the way his lips become all relaxed and pouty when he's napping releases an enormous amount of endorfines into my system. And I feel a little bit tipsy, but without the hangover or poor judgment calls.

I'm SO happy I made the decision to quit my job once Franklberries was born. Sometimes I miss working but I know that if I were working I'd miss being home a LOT more. I'm so thankful that's it's even financially possible for me to not work.

I love being a homemaker. I think I'm also very lucky in that regard. I enjoy grocery shopping and planning meals. I like trying new things in the kitchen and decorating the house for holidays. I even enjoy cleaning and doing the dishes and sometimes laundry. I believe every child deserves to have their own mommy or daddy as their primary care giver. But what happens when the mother doesn't enjoy mothering? Or at very least homemaking? Does she stay home with the kids and resent every bit of it? Or does she go back to work so that when she is home she is at least happy?

It's hard to guess what I'd do if I didn't feel happy where I am now. But thankfully I don't have to make a choice between two imperfect solutions.

love, aloicious

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Get well soon


Stuffy nose?

Check

Trouble sleeping?

Check

Sore throat?

If it feels anything like my throat - Check



My baby boy is a little sicky, so is his mommy. Here are my get well vibes going out into the universe. Lets hope it passes by the weekend so we can attend the most treasured event of the entire holiday season...

BYU/UTAH GAME PARTY!!!

GO NON-DESCRIPT TEAM! (we swing both ways here at the Sumshy household)

love, aloicious

Monday, November 17, 2008

Club HASAY Week 4



Usually I do these posts on Sunday but I've been procrastinating so I didn't have to post the bad news. It was kind of a sucky week again for me. On Thursday I went on a bike ride with my bro and my dog. And on Friday I went for a 3 mile run. But that's it. Boo to me! But I'm starting early this week and working out today.

love, aloicious

Prankles

A couple of days ago I was running errands and as I sat at the stop light my cell phone rang. The number on the caller ID was an unfamiliar area code. So thinking it was someone calling about the apartment we have for rent, I decided to answer. I picked it up and said hello only to be berated by a man speaking lightning fast Spanish. I thought maybe he was conducting some type of survey or something and happened to accidentally call someone who didn't speak Spanish. I quickly muttered "no habla Espanol" and hung up the phone.

A couple of days later I got am email from my friend Danielle who is serving a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. She explained to me that she told this guy in her ward about how she used to work at the LDS Conference Center decorating for events. The guy asked her if she knew any of the general authorities since the conference center is right by the church office building where they all congregate. She told her that she and President Monson were really good friends and that she has his cell number if he ever wanted to call him up. And thus my cell number was given and I was called. But Jose was probably bummed he didn't get the real pres of the church, just president of Franklville.

Another classic Danielle. She's still got it even after all this time.

love, aloicious

Friday, November 14, 2008

Flashback Friday



If I didn't push him out myself I'd probably be asking Packy for a paternity test. But seriously, this picture of me as a baby is the closest I came to finding a similar shot. And I had a lot to choose from. He is his father's son, through and through. Hopefully he'll also inherit his wicked dance moves.

love, aloicious

Chillaxin


Chillaxin: the act of "chillin" which simultaneously "relaxin"

This is me chillaxin in da Bahamas baby!

The topic for this week's Spin Cycle is relaxation.

I come from a family of homebodies. We get together to watch The Office and lately Survivor. Our idea of successful Sunday is an afternoon nap and an early dinner.

It's kind of hard to spend your days off relaxing when you're married to the most productive man on plant earth and king of to-do lists. Packy's happiest when he's crossing things off of those lists while simultaneously adding more and more items to plan and conquer.

So when we married and my man wanted to get out and do rather then stay in and do not, there was a little more giving we each had to muster. For instance, I've become somewhat of a list maker. I'm not consistant, nor do I create a spreadsheet for each task like Packy (not an exaduration). But I do create simple to-do lists on a fairly regular basis.

Packy, on the other hand, has become better at relaxing ali-style. He's even taken a Sunday nap or two since we've been married.

I guess marriage is all about give and take. And the longer you're with someone the more you gravitate toward the mean of your personalities. But I will probably always enjoy full-on relaxation more than my hubby and that's okay. I can't help it if I'm awesome at relaxation.

Love, aloicious

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Songin


The kido loves it when I sing to him. Sometimes it's the only thing that keeps him from screaming bloody murder and crapping his diaper. Okay, it doesn't really keep him from crapping in his diaper. But if it did I would bottle it up and market that shiz!

The problem is, I don't know any good baby songs. And for some reason he's not a big fan of Screeching Weasel. I usually just make up songs about whatever I happen to be doing at the moment. I've got one that goes "We gotta put these ickies in the trash!" and I just sing that over and over again. Or sometimes I just sing "Franklmcboy, boy... He's making a pooping noise" sung to the tune of Homer's Animal House song. Another one goes something like "Makin dinner for da papas" and I sing it kind of in rapper style voice with some "wika wika's" throw in every once in a while.

But the worst part about being so sucky at making up random songs is being married to the biggest freak in the universe (aka Packy). Not many people have witnessed the wacky side of the man I love but he's chock full of clever songs and smartass comments. Occasionally he gets so full of it that it spills over into the working world.

Like yesterday. I have been doing some filing for his department a few hours a week. The file room is right by his office so he'll saunter over a few times during the day and say hi. On this particular occasion I had my headphones on and was busy doing my work when I saw him out of the corner of my eye with one leg up in the air, smacking his butt. I ignored it for as long as I could to see how long he would last. I wasn't surprise, for this is how he always is at home. But then one of his co-workers came in and he had to quickly formulate a reason for his freaky dance. I told her this is the real Packy but it usually only comes out at home. She shot me a knowing glance and muttered "lucky you." Yes, lucky me indeed.


What songs did you sing to your kids when they were babies?
What songs did your parents sing to you?
Were they real songs or just made up stuff like mine?

love, aloicious

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Club HASAY Week 3

One word this week: FAILURE! (without actually being a failure)

So I didn't work out a whole lot this week in the traditional sense. But I did get out a move a whole lot. On Tuesday I walked around the O.C. with my dog a whole lot. And on Wednesday I went for a 3 mile run. And on Friday I raked and picked up a lot of leaves. I'm also going on a walk today with my family so I'm counting that too.

But I did decide which race I'm going to run. It's the 1/2 marathon along with all the real runners running the Salt Lake City Marathon in April. I'll start the real training in January but until them I'm just gonna work on getting comfy running 3 miles a few times per week. I'm back on the horse this week. I'll try to make you all proud!

love, aloicious

Friday, November 7, 2008

Flashback Friday

L to R: Matts, me, Jessica, Danielle, Kevin's wife, Heidi Mae

This was a couple of years ago at Danielle's b-day party at this fancy hotel downtown. Kevin and his wife (pictured above) actually met this night and I was witness to the magic. I actually don't remember any magic but I do remember Kevin saying she was hot. But lets face it, he dated just about all of Mattie's friends.

I do remember her making some comment about "stupid 19-year-old Mormon girls getting married so young". And then I told her that I got married when I was 19. She felt pretty dumb but it was pure luck that Zach and I worked out. I should have told her that. She made a beautiful bride this summer and I'm so happy Kevin found his princess. He deserves the best.

Love, aloicious

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Road trippin, mother-son style


Since Packy went out of town for three days, and I suffer from a horrible case of the heebie jeebies, Frankleberries and I took a trip down South to hang out with my inlaws. I just crave that warmth in my chest as I watch my mom or my mother-in-law hold my baby. So I gave into my craving and headed down on Monday. I also gave in to several other cravings along the way, including Mountain Dew and gummi Peachies (I can hear all the HASAY girls gasping in unison - It was a vacation, ladies! And I've been really good with diet up until now, so there).




I've never made the two hour trip before without my husband. So this time I got to pick my own rest stops and take some pictures along the way. The Utah mountains are so beautiful.



Me and Tykey Boy kept up our excercise regime by climbing TV hill. But it started to rain after we had only been going for about 10 minutes. So we turned around and went home.






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We love the OC with all our hearts and can't wait to get back!

Love, aloicious

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

America has elected the first African American president


It truly is a historic day. I voted for the McCain/Palin ticket. I think Palin was a horrible choice for VP in more ways than one. But I think McCain would have made an excellent Commander in Chief. I felt secure at the prospect of a nation led by that man. Watching McCain's concede the presidency I ached. And part of it is because I'm a sucker and I don't like it when people have to loose. But also because I really believed in John McCain.

I must admit, it's hard not to feel inspired when you listen to Barack Obama deliver a speech. From what I've seen he seems to be a man of character and I'm clinging to that. I hope he can bring our country together and improve the image that the rest of the world has of America. But I'm afraid I have the same feeling in my stomach that I get seated in an airplane racing down the runway, hands gripping the seat rests. You remind yourself that everything is going to be alright, you've done this before. But there's something tugging at the back of your mind reminding you that there is a possibility you're seconds away from crashing and burning.

And all you can do is squeeze your eyes shut and pray... for four years. Here's to four better years then the last eight combined.

Love, aloicious

Sunday, November 2, 2008

CHASAY Week 2

One word description of this week: SLACKER!!!

Yeah, I kind of slacked this week. It was so busy planning for the baby blessing and Halloween and everything that I gave myself permission to be a slacker. But I did work out a couple of times!
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On Monday I ran 2 miles with my puppy and on Thursday I hit up the water aerobics again with Lisa. But that was it. Also, I raked leaves in Friday so I'm counting that. TEE HEE!

I've decided I'm going to run in the Salt Lake Half Marathon in April. The training program I've chosen is a 16 weeker so I'll be starting in that in January. Until then, I'm going to run 2-3 miles 3 days a week.

And that's it. I kind of sucked it up this week but I'm back on the wagon this week.

Love, aloicious