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?


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


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


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...


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