Rotisserie Chicken

This blog is becoming a little bit daunting lately.  I'm pretty sure it has something to do with the dreaded tax season.  So rest assured, I'm sure the blog will be going full steam ahead after April 15th!  (I hope).
I would like to let everyone know that I actually went to Smiths this evening (somewhere I swore I would never go again).  It was a perfectly normal experience.  I've decided the secret is to not get a shopping cart. NO!  You are much better off having a handheld basket.  No one can see what you have in your basket.  And today, it wouldn't have mattered.  Although, it is a little embarrassing to buy a Rotisserie chicken.  I've never really seen anybody buy one, and why do they put them right where everyone waiting in line watches you pick one out?  I didn't even look at the options.  I just grabbed the closest one to the edge.  And it was delicious!  After enjoying the 'suckling' (as Canyon would say) chicken, I boiled the carcass for a delicious Chicken Noodle Soup.  Dad would be proud!

What a Day!

What a day March 27, 2010 turned out to be.  It has always been a special day.  It is Jac's Birthday!!!  As someone obnoxious once said, she's "29 and some spare change".   Hardy har har har.
A new little angel also came to this world today to share Jac's special day.  Kelly finally had her baby, Brecken.  Mom has kind of had a connection from the very beginning with this little guy, so it's only appropriate that they share a birthday!  
CONGRATULATIONS Kelly, Dallin, Brecken, and all the rest of your families!
I've seen pictures, and he really is cute!!!


So today was great.  The whole family was here and we had a fairly typical birthday bash.  It involved Jac and Whit going to a Broadway play---yuck.  Aim made a delicious homemade rum cake---yum.  Unfortunately it was only rum flavoring.  But still delicious nonetheless.  And our first trip to Cowboy Grub without Dad.  I'm glad we got that one under our belt, because I've gotta say "the Grub" as we like to call it is somewhere you just can't go wrong.  All their food is so choice!  Shout out to the Big Monty!  And you've gotta love the circus like atmosphere of the revolving horse merry-go-round.  Even 12 (almost 13) year olds love the horses!
It's always so fun to have the whole family here.  It's especially fun to see what treasures we find after they leave.  Here is just a sampling.  YES, that is what you think it is in the bathtub.  Yes, there is one unwrapped.  And, YES, that is a giant football in my bathroom.  Unfortunately I didn't get a picture of my contacts and prescription pills in the garbage can.  You gotta love those adorable nephews and niece.  They are truly the best nephews and niece in the world.  I wouldn't change a single one of them.  They are my angels.

Bassett

Who thought it would be a good idea to name a furniture store Bassett?  


That is a hound.

Say it alot....it starts to sound funny.  Bassett, bassett, bassett, bassett

Dillards

I spent way too much time at Dillards this evening.  The fun part was exchanging a birthday gift (eau de parfum) for a different variety that wouldn't give me a headache.
There were quite a few funny things that happened during this outing.  The first thing was I looked in the accessory department for a cute leather flower, but to my dismay, they only carried cheap silk flowers.  I guess only the higher end stores carry the leather.  Then on to the perfume counter.  First imagine me being at the perfume counter.  This is comparable to Shamu wandering in the Sahara.  (get it, 'fish out of water')?  I am totally out of place.  The lady tried to convince me that I should get the new Beyonce' fragrance because it comes with a FREE handbag-----Are you kidding me?  It was Pleather!  NO THANKS!  After choosing a totally awesome new fragrance, I moved on to the shoe department.  Since when did it become commonplace to try on shoes for prom WHILE wearing your prom dress?  To me this was a little odd, but nobody else seemed to be bothered by it, so I moved on.
I had to try to find some new earrings, and the 100 year old woman wearing a wig that was the only lady working in the jewelry department was following me around like a hawk.  I know she thought I was going to steal something, so I purposely looked longer.  She was hysterical (but not really, she had no sense of humor, but maybe she just couldn't hear me).   She had round glasses that looked like a 100 year old Velma from Scooby Doo.
Then I found a sweet Lucky wallet.  When I got to the car to peruse my purchases, I opened the wallet to find that it had obviously been owned by somebody before me.  It had a temple recommend inside of it, along with some quilt store punch cards.  The recommend was pretty new and had some good months of use left on it.  After a little research, I have found the owner of the recommend and I will mail it to her.  It must be fate.
That sums up my trip to Dillards.  A good time was had by all, uh me.
I guess that was lame....who really cares anyway......booorrrrriiiinnnngggg.

Leather Flower

I went on a weekend shopping trip with my mom and sisters.  It was long.  I was officially "shopped out" at least 2 hours before they even considered the term.  There were many good deals, but the best deal was a leather flower at Fossil.  In fact, it was such a good deal, I was pretty much sure that both my sisters AND my mom would be purchasing the same leather flower once they saw MY leather flower.  This particular flower was MORE than half off.  It was originally $30.00---That is a little pricey, but for how cute it was, I just might consider it because, of course, it is LEATHER!  But to make the deal even better, it was only $12.49.  Yup, that's right!  A killer deal for such a fine item.  As I excitedly pulled the leather flower from my bag (in the middle of Old Navy) they were both 'shocked' that I would spend 'so much money' on this item.  One sister said, "I can't believe the things you spend your money on."  ARE YOU KIDDING ME?  This was a killer deal, after all, it is leather.  Another sister commented, 'why didn't you just go to Claire's?'.  How rude!  I don't want a PLEATHER flower---this one is classy---did I mention it's leather?  OH, and one more thing....I didn't just purchase one leather flower---NOPE, I bought TWO!!  (In the back of my mind I thought that I could possibly give one of them as a gift to either of my sisters or mom.  But after the comments and reaction-NO WAY!  They are both mine!)
Well, needless to say, not one of the women in the shopping party went next door to purchase a leather flower.  (their loss).
Today as I was getting ready for church, I made sure to wear an outfit that I could proudly display my new leather flower.  
Let me just say that I've never had so many comments.  I would say at least 8 people commented on my flower and most of them even asked, "is it leather?"  Oh yes, of course it's leather.  Why would I want a second class pleather flower?
It sure was fun to have such a frivilous item, and at such a bargain.  I left the yellow sitting in the Fossil store, but am considering making a trip just for one more leather flower.  After the response today, I KNOW I made the better choice.  Me and my leather flower were a hit in the 2nd ward Relief Society.
Sorry girls, you had your chance.

Stumped

I have absolutely no idea what to blog about.  I considered posting about Janet Jackson and her cheeks (on her face).  They are unusually round and large, I can't imagine they are real.  They've got to be implants.  But that isn't a fun topic.  Then I considered Zoey's new haircut.  But that's not exciting OR funny.  So I've got to be honest.  I am STUMPED!  I don't have anything funny or crazy to say.  I'm sorry.

I'm stumped!  (if you say it alot, it starts to sound funny)

Brighton Soccer Moms

After just returning from the first game of the soccer season, I have some thoughts on the modern day mom of today's teenagers. There seems to be alot of very thin, yet well endowed moms who dress like they are 16. You know they are an official soccer mom if they are wearing very tight, jeweled pocket 7 Jeans, high heels and an Ed Hardy shirt. The heavy jeweled necklaces that are the rave are also a soccer mom staple and the larger the pendant the bigger their status seems to be. I don't know if this is just a Brighton thing or if it is the same in other high schools.

Whit and I were discussing this on the way home, and she sasked what I would do if I were a mom of a teenager today. Well, after some thought, I think I would probably do my darndest to fit in with the Kathy McNeil's and Jan Fletcher's I would sitting next to, but somehow with age has come a big desire to be dressed comfortably more than anything. So I think I would wear my boot cut levis, a nice Life is Good t-shirt, and some color-coordinated New Balance slip-ons to complete my ensemble. And of course there would be a bright orange Brighton Soccer logo'ed sweatshirt tied limply around my neck enhancing my preppy look. And I would bat my newly acquired LiLash enhanced lashes and give the world my best smile.....Now THAT is my idea of a real Brighton Mom!!

The Drama

I've got to hand it to all the believers of the 1800's drama.  You are truly passionate about your cause.  Your opinions have been heard.  The descriptions were eloquent and lengthy.  But I still think you are wrong.
Sorry.

This is a representation of me and my sisters in the 'romantic' era.  Bet you can't guess which one is me...

This picture gives 'snuggie' a whole new meaning.  Both Front & Back!

The 1800's

Unlike my sisters, I don't have a love of era's of the past.  
I have NO desire to live in that time.  Why?  Why would you want to wear a dress that weighs 50 pounds, and has pantaloons?
There is a reason that they lived in that time and we don't.  We now have technological advances that make it unnecessary to live in those impoverished times.
Maybe they need to be reminded that you didn't flip a switch to have the light come on.  They didn't have instant warm water.  There were no hair dryers or curling irons.  Everyone had hairy legs.  There was no Lady Speed Stick, or Paul Mitchell.  You would have had to sew your own clothing,  AND underwear.  Make your own rugs, make dinner every night (without a microwave).  Pluck your own chickens, collect your own milk from a cow TEET!
I just think maybe it's time for a wake-up call.  We live in the 2000's. We are blessed!  Aside from a few earthquakes and identity theft, BE GRATEFUL!   This just isn't as glamorous as you think.  Trust me.

A waste of a half hour

I completely wasted an entire half of an hour today.  As I sat in the family room with Jac, who was flipping through the channels, she often stops on shows that I wouldn't dream of giving a second look.  I try not to complain, but just continue playing my game on the iphone.
Well, tonight I need to complain.
There was an actual show made up of 4 "experts" that were reviewing last weeks Oscar attire.  Are you kidding me????  The panel consisted of Joan Rivers, Khloe Kardashian, A flamboyant gay man and a fake blonde skinny girl.
I know, I thought the same thing.....since when is Khloe Kardashian a fashionista?
They actually each took turns discussing different dresses and bowties.  They made fun of people, offered praise, advice, gave hints and generally made themselves look like materialistic snobs.  Now I realize that I've already posted about my distaste for the "red carpet" and the Oscars in general, but I guess I just need to reiterate how purely wasteful this type of television is.
It actually became painful.  I find it a little odd to hear a feminine man voice saying to Joan Rivers, "you are wrong.  I absolutely LOVED that dress.  I wish I could have worn that dress".  And Joan has genuine frustration at him wanting to sway his opinion-it was actually causing her distress.  All this was over a DRESS!!!  Then the same thing happened regarding a bowtie.  About how it was too skinny, and that someone actually wore a 'dinner jacket'.  Oh and heaven forbid the poor girl that didn't have any jewelry.  She was just too plain.  
And Sigourney Weaver, she is just so predictable with her gowns....."she has a great body, but she just isn't showing it off".  Oh Brother!  Gag me.
Then there was the disagreement of whether George Clooney needs a haircut or not.  Khloe believes he needs a haircut, but Joan loves his hair.  But somebody's hair was too spiky, it needs to be toned down for the Oscars.  They were surprised because he usually understands the formality of the Oscars, but not this year.  Then it was the vampire boys turn-skinny blonde lady thinks he looked "perfect", but flamboyant gay man thought it was 'boring'.  And NEVER wear tennis shoes.  It is not appropriate.  Patent Leather is classic.
AAAAAHHHHHH
Oh, and one last thing.  Men, when you are getting out of the limousine, be sure to pull your jackets down, they have a tendency to ride up and STAY up....GASP!
I am disgusted.  

Bathtub

I just hopped in the bathtub to warm up because I was FREEZING.  I quickly realized that there is an upside to being a large woman like myself.  I use less water in the tub!
When I am in there, is becomes almost overflowing, but when I get out, there's really only a few inches of water.
I know that this is some kind of a scientific law.  Something about displacement maybe?  I don't know, but I'm just saving us money on our water bill.
Something to think about.  You know me, always looking for the bright side!

Pumps

I have a gnawing question.  (I have to admit it was inspired by the excellent sardine picture).
What is a pump.  Now I know that it is a high heel shoe, but I always thought it was a "not too high" heel shoe.  Like I always assumed it was an inch or less.  But I have heard some people refer to some VERY high heeled shoes as 'pumps'.  This has bothered me.
When I was in high school (like a freshman or sophomore) Payless Shoe Source came out with these 'dyeable' pumps.  They started bright white satin, but you could dye them to match your dress exactly.  I secretly always wanted to get some dyeable shoes for a dance.  Looking back, they were HIDEOUS!  I am so glad I didn't fall for that fashion disaster.
I had a friend that got some dyeable shoes and at the end of the night, her feet were the same color as her shoes....turquoise!
So, back to the topic of pumps.  I would like to know your opinion of 'pumps'.  I still believe they can't be called 'pumps' if they are over a one (maybe 1 1/2)  inch heel.  
I just remembered that one year for Halloween, I was Carmen Miranda and I had some green dyeable pumps that I bought at Savers.  They were like new.  Probably because whoever bought them was too embarrassed to wear them.  I guess I did get my dyeable pumps!
That puts a smile on my face.

Best Picture Ever

I was so proud of last nights picture, that I know there is no way to follow that up, so for today's post, I am going to repost that picture, so you can all admire it a little more.  It is so choice.

Little Fishes

Has anyone ever actually tasted a sardine?  How about an anchovie?  What's the difference in a sardine and an anchovie?  I'll bet they are the same thing.  Probably the sardine is the adult  and the anchovie is like the guppy.
I think it is a joke that people actually put them on their pizza.  It's probably like telling people to go to the end of the hall at Brighton High School.  There is no end...it's a circle.  DUH!  There are some people out there who think it sounds cool to say "I want anchovies on my pizza", but inside they really hate it.
I remember dad liked to eat Kipper Snacks. . . .I think that's what they were called.  Anyhow, he once ate them while we were backpacking and they smelled HORRIBLE----then, if it wasn't bad enough, he ate it with a raw onion...YUCK!  He did this more than once, so I don't think he was just trying to be cool.
The other thing about these kind of 'canned' little fish is I don't think they ever go bad.  I know we had some that sat in our cupboard for years, and they supposedly never expired.  They are probably really good for food storage.
I would really like to know if any of you have actually chewed AND swallowed a sardine, an anchovie, or a kipper snack.
The fact that they sell them at Big Lots in the clearance section tells me that they aren't the most popular item in the grocery store.
The tweedlebugs used a sardine can for a bed, or wait, maybe it was a matchbox.  I know they used a sardine can for something.  Those tweedlebugs were ingenious.

Zits

Have you ever had a zit inside of your ear?  How about right inside your nose.  It just makes your eyes water. . . . .and they hurt like heck.  It has made me wonder.  I wonder, if we get zits in those odd places, do you think we get them inside, like a kidney zit?  Or on your bladder, intestines, brain?  It is something I often wonder.  What about those teenagers with major breakouts, just think of their insides.  I'm sure they are a mess!
Do pets get zits?  I've never noticed any on Zoey, but she is pretty furry.
I only bring this up because Stacie Witbeck had a zit right in the middle of her forehead yesterday and of course I noticed it.  Because of course, I never get any zits, so I can make fun of others!
How did they get the name "zit"?  Pimple, blemish, acne, none of these words even come close to sounding like "zit".  Weird, maybe the first person to ever get one was named 'zit'izen Kane.
Maybe someone thought that eating ziti was the cause of their 'blemishes'.
Makes you wonder, doesn't it?
Zits are disgusting.

We're baaack

The Academy Awards are lame.
I admit, I don't go to movies, but who's even heard of half of these movies?  I don't even think they show these movies in Utah theaters.  Does a comedy ever win an award?  It's so dramatic.
These people need to grow up.  They think they are going to Junior Prom or something.  
And why do they call it an Oscar?  Isn't this the Academy Awards?  Shouldn't it be called an "Acad", or an "AA", or an "Demy".  Oscar just doesn't make sense.
As if these people need more attention, and more camera time.  
Besides all of that, it's just really boring.
I just look at all the money spent for this 2 hour woop-ta-do and can only imagine how much better that money could have been spent.
We all know you are wonderful.  We have all seen your face.  We have all seen you in a tuxedo.  We have all seen you in a thousand different Vera Wang gowns.  If we wanted to see more of you, we would actually go see your movie.  Which is probably depressing and has accents that we can't understand.  There's also a pretty good chance it's going to have subtitles too.
Well, at least it's only once a year, but with all the other awards shows, it sure seems like there is one on almost every other week.
I happen to know that there are some people that really enjoy this prestigious event, so I will stop my complaining.
I'm sure I could find some good aspects of this show.  Like, well I can't think of any right now.

This is a TRUE Oscar!

Edit:  Oh good grief, right after I had click publish post, I "accidently" flipped the channel to the Academy Awards and there is Oprah.  Good Grief!  It just keeps getting worse.  Oh, let's get Oprah, we don't see enough of her!

Edit #2:  What in the world?  Barbara Streisand?  Is she still alive?  

Hiatus

Just thought I should let the public know that the 2 Crazy Ladies blog is on temporary hiatus until a Relief Society lesson has been given.
I'm sure you are all anxiously awaiting the next post, but it will come only after the lesson has been prepared and presented.

Hair

In case none of you have noticed, I have curly hair.  It's not a perm.  For as long as I can remember I have wanted to have straight hair.  I figure I have wasted the equivalent of approximately 96 days of my life straightening my hair with a blowdryer.  That is until one Halloween day about 6 years ago.  I had a moment of enlightenment.  Why was I wasting so much time on my hair?  If I straightened it in the morning, it was always wavy and frizzy by 2:00.  I could never drive down the canyon with the window down.  This was idiotic.  If people didn't like me with curly hair, I really don't care!
This has been my attitude ever since.
Curly hair can be a blessing and a curse.  The blessing is that it's VERY easy to do.  If you wake up late, all you need is a spray bottle to liven up your curly locks.  If it's raining or humid.....no worries.  What's going to happen?  Is my hair going to go curly?  Oh well-don't care!
Another blessing is that I no longer have split ends!  My hair is much healthier.
The curse is that you can never really have decent straight hair which is usually the fashionable style to have.  Sure you can pay to have it professionally straightened, but it really only looks good until you wash it.  And then your hair is dry and damaged and has split ends.
When people say, they wish they had curly hair, they really don't know what they are talking about.  Do they want hair that you can't run your fingers through?  Hair that your niece can't brush because it hurts like h-e-double hockey sticks?  Hair that never looks cute in any type of a braid?  If you do try to braid it, you always get hundreds of little flyaway curly hairs that looks like the person doing the braid didn't know what they were doing.  Do they really want hair that has the potential to poof up to twice the size of your head?......I don't think so.  Maybe people should think before they speak.
I'm not as negative about my curly hair as I once was.  I no longer care if my hair looks like every other single person in my school.  I don't care that when I wake up in the morning I scare people.  I am now accepting of my hair and am glad that all I need is a little LA Looks (light blue CURL) gel to get ready in the morning.

It could always be worse!

Eggs

Since Easter is fast approaching I was thinking about eggs.  I thought about Jesus too, but this post is about eggs....sorry.
I have never had a problem with eggs, but the more I think about them, they are gross.  I mean, if you really think about what an egg is...eewww.  And what ever possessed some ancient person to see a white oval sphere come out of a chickens rear end and think it might be a good idea to eat it?  OK, maybe I could see considering eating it, but once you cracked it open I would think that sight would have changed your mind.  The consistency of snot alone even without the more hideous yellow middle (yolk).  I just cant understand this.
Grandma and Grandpa had brown eggs.  Dad always said there was no difference, but I swear they taste different.  They actually taste bird-like.  I can almost taste the grain that chicken had for lunch.
I'm not on a strike against eggs, and I'm sure I will eat them again, but next time I do I will be more aware of exactly what it is that I am eating......an unfertilized embryo!