so we can see the black cat changing colors

Last year, I had a few goals, the main one being to eliminate the crap from my life. Though an ongoing process, I think I've succeeded to a large degree. I feel more at my core than I did a year ago. I'm thrilled with being home all the time, and thrilled with knowing that I choose to do so. I've stopped mailing birthday cards to EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN MY FAMILY. No joke. I used to send one to e v e r y b o d y, and for what? Who the heck knows. Also, de-cluttering: I did a LOT of that this year, and continue to do so, in my house, and in my relationships.

Feels goooood.

And for next year:

~Fine-tune my writing skills. Goal is to be published, though I don't know where, when, nor how. (The publishing goal is not necessarily for 2007, but that's where I'm heading.)

~Hike The Y. I've lived here for ten years and have never done that.

~Speaking of ten years and never done that: Tepanyaki and Bombay House.

~Continue to lose weight, be more healthy, and eliminate more crap from my life.

~Cook a wider variety of meals and thereby expand my family's palette. Though I don't think they mind, I am getting weary of the things I make.

Here's to a new year and some new goals. I think I'll celebrate by taking my family to the mall. Tonight. Not Sunday night.

Don't get too fake drunk on your fake bubbly.

I wasn't going to sit down and write a post tonight, but I am grateful for a really, really great day, and it's spilling all over the place.

My bedroom is freezing (one heating vent right under the window, don't get me started), so we've been sleeping on an air mattress in the family room. I woke up to my girls calling, "Good morning, Mommy!" I fed Bubby and then he & I took a shower (his first - infants are always so funny about the sensation of the shower, like they're terrified and can't get enough, all at the same time). I got dressed and then got Mocoface dressed; she had been playing outside in the snow with her sisters and just DID NOT want to come in, but I told her we were going to Guille's birthday party and were going to have cupcakes and fun. The party was fun, but what else would be expected when said party is put together by azu'car? Perfect for three-year-olds: balloons, cupcakes, balloons, candy canes, balloons. Ta-da.






Came home and Li'l ~j.'s Snow Party was well under way. What? You don't know about The Snow Party? Well, let me tell you, Li'l ~j. is quite the entertainer, always looking to throw a party, and I'm more often than not telling her no because I don't feel like dealing with it (something I've decided to change because I, myself, enjoy parties as well). So she, on her own, wrote out invitations, gave them to her Papi to make copies of at work, and then hand-delivered them to each of her friends two-and-a-half weeks in advance. Here's what the invitation said:



your invtided to a snow party
on December 23, 2003 and the time
will be at 11:30 a.m. We will be haveing them
Eat hot cholcet and then we will Be Eating
Macaroni and cheese the Party will Be
ending at 3:55 p.m.

Who would turn that down? Lucky for me, her refreshments of choice were things I can make with my eyes closed since I make them EVERY DAY.





The kids enjoyed some snow-playing, some macaroni-eating, some cocoa-drinking, and some Jumanji watching, but 3:55 p.m. came all too soon. I attempted a nap but it didn't really take, and Papi took all three of our girls plus Li'l ~j.'s schoolfriend to the bowl by the temple for some sledding. Nice time for Bubby and I to catch up on our DVR'd events. Also, Cathy brought me my jewelry, and I'm so pleased.

Upon their return, I noticed that something was amiss with Mocoface's face. "What happened?" Papi replied, "Oh, she kind of...bit it." Curly started crying and telling me about something, but I couldn't tell what she was getting at: "Are you hurt, or are you sad because Mocoface got hurt?" Curly whimpered, "Because Mocoface got hurt," and then her whimpers turned to wails.

I made a gourmet dinner of peanut butter sandwiches and jam sandwiches (they don't like both together; which would you choose?), and then headed to Macey's. Ran into Berta who looks FABULOUS for just having had baby #3, and also got a phone call from la yen who has a three hour layover in Salt Lake tomorrow, so guess where I'm going tomorrow morning.

I came home and my snow-playing babes were all fast asleep.

Merry Christmas to me.


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post-script:
~just as I was finishing this post, Mocoface woke from her slumber and was uncharacteristically whiny, and her eye was swollen almost all the way shut. I took her to the ER, and she had three x-rays of her face. She's fine. Except...it's after 1:am now and she's awake. That's okay. Life's good.

giving lucky a run for her money

Li'l ~j. decided to embark on a photo shoot using my phone. The subject? Curly.

i threw it in the garbage

Seriously, folks, check out tia's blog. Make it one of your regular stops.

That is all.

like i'm a four year old

The other night I went to Thanksgiving Point to buy a CD from the morning radio show people who knows me by my alias, Molly Mormon. I enjoyed a wicked hot cup of cider as I sat down and chatted with them for awhile, or, more accurately, listened to Kerry talk about Star Trek and the like (he may as well have been speaking french because I don't understand all that stuff).

I came home and tried to comment on MY SISTER'S NEW BLOG, but couldn't because I needed to log into my google account?? What the heck does that mean? Is this a ploy by blogger to get me to update to that beta thingey? I don't think that blogger is difficult to use so I don't see the point in "upgrading" to an easier method. Can you explain it to me? Because I don't understand that.

I don't understand why Nicole Richie is even a celebrity. And Paris Hilton? I saw her get some award on tv, and upon accepting said award, she said, "I just wanna thank all my fans...". Fans? As in, they really enjoy all the work she does? I don't understand.

Papi went to the mall to get some shopping done -- for my step-brother's girlfriend (who he's been assigned to buy a gift for this year), and for himself (bday gift certificate at Deseret Book from la yen). He did not enjoy the crowded mall, which he knows that I love (I don't think he understands why, and frankly, I don't either).

I occasionally find myself driving and saying to myself, "I wonder what the temperature is in Cedar City. Or Moab. Or Pocatello." Thank goodness for 90.1 FM.

silver pool of light

I just wanted to put up a new post because I was sick of my sidebar being so far

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How's everyone's December going? Mine is going...rather well...

...got some AWESOME family photos...

...go shopping ALL THE TIME...

...almost ready to SEND OUT THE CARDS...

...how about YOU???