May 19, 2007
Caffe Boa on Mill
My newly-wed sister offered to have our kids over for a sleepover last night so that Jay and I could go out to celebrate our anniversary. The kids had a great time, of course, eating pizza and rootbeer, playing vintage Nintendo, and being doted on my Aunt Lizzie and Uncle Dave.
But I think Jay and I probably had a better evening. We had dinner at Caffe Boa in the Mill Avenue District, at a lovely table on the patio. I sipped Pellegrino with a wedge of lime while we shared Tiger Shrimp sauteed in garlic and butter. Then I ate every bit of my spinach raviolis stuffed with artichokes and topped with a garlic cream sauce, and a delicious marinara, and slices of grilled garlic chicken. Jay enjoyed a melt-in-your mouth filet mignon with roasted potatoes and vegetables. Then we shared a decadent Chocolate Hazelnut Royale. I was about to pop, but every bite was worth it. The service was very good, and the atmosphere was very nice. Give it a try for your next special ocassion.
After our lovely, leisurely dinner, we came home and watched the rest of the Suns game. I almost cried.
The Best 10 Years
We celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary on Thursday, May 17th. Wow! The years have flown by! They have been wonderful years!
Jay gave me a simple, beautiful anniversary band to go with my wedding ring.
When he asked me to marry him, and gave me his mother's very simple original engagement setting (with his own diamond), he told me he would get me something bigger and better on our 10th Anniversary (which is what his dad did, and why his mother's original setting had been abandoned). 
But I told him honestly a few years ago that I had no desire to replace the lovely ring I wore the day he proposed to me, the day we were married, the day we moved into our new home, the day each of our children were born.... the ring I will wear when when each of our children is baptized, when they graduate from high school, when they go off to college, when they go on missions, when they get married.... and when we are old and gray and wrinkled and serve missions together, and work in the Temple together..... again.
After dinner on Thursday, we sat with our children and told them our different versions of the story of our courtship. (Jay's version was much funnier and more interesting.) As I told them my version, I didn't think they were that interested, or even listening. But when I paused for a moment, Mary exclaimed (with her enormous grin), "This is a good story!" Well, it is a good story. So, for those of you who haven't heard and are interested, here is "The Story of Alice and Jay" as I recorded it in my journal in 1997. (I told the condensed version to the kids. This version is slightly edited for the sake of space.... I tend to be long-winded.)
THE STORY OF ALICE & JAY
In February 1996, I was called to be an ordinance worker in the Mesa Arizona Temple. Because I had a full-time job during the week, the only day I could work in the Temple was Saturday. When President Shumway, the Temple President, called me into his office and we discussed when I would work, he explained that there were three shifts on Saturdays: the early morning shift, the mid-day shift, and the night shift.
He asked which shift I would like to work. I asked him which shift had the greatest need for workers. He said, “Well, that’s the evening shift, but that would interfere with your social life.” I knew that was true, but something made me say, “I want to work when I’m needed most, not when it’s most convenient.” He smiled, and said, “O.K. Then that’s where you should be.” It was a sacrifice, giving up some of my social life, but it was one of the greatest blessings in my life!
When President Shumway set me apart, he told me that the relationships I would form with my fellow workers would have a great impact on my life and would be very important to me. I thought he meant I would have many sets of surrogate grandparents, as 99% of the workers are over 65. I did form some wonderful friendships with the “older” workers, but I didn’t realize what that statement really meant until later.
I started working in the Temple the first of March. The first night I was there I met Wendy, Jay’s mother. Both his parents were regular ordinance workers, the youngest couple there. Since she looks VERY young, I was quite surprised when she told me her oldest son was a returned missionary "sitting right over there" (he also worked in the Temple). I had noticed another young person working there, but I thought nothing of it. I would see him occasionally, but I didn't meet him for a while.
The months went by. Then one night at the beginning of November, Jay was given "flashlight duty" (walking sisters to their cars after dark), and as "luck" would have it, he was assigned to me. We barely had time to introduce ourselves before we arrived at my car. I thought to myself, “Hmm. He's not my type. I hope he doesn’t ask me out.” (At the time I was seriously interested in someone else I had gone out with a couple of times recently.)
The next week after our shift at the Temple, he was waiting for me and asked if he could walk me to my car. Sure enough, he asked me if I would like to go see "The Magic Flute" (the Mozart opera) in a couple of weeks. I thought, well, I will go out with him once, because I would like to see it. So, I accepted.... even though I continued to tell myself I "wasn't interested."
The next day he called and asked me to go to a fireside with him that night. I felt obligated to go because I had already accepted a future date with him. So that was our first date. I was impressed that he was a really nice, good guy, with a nice family, but I thought he was way too serious and I thought he had no sense of humor. (I found out later that was VERY wrong. He is one of the funniest people I know! But he wasn't himself on our first few dates because he was really nervous.)
Well, that night when he brought me home he asked if I would like to go out after our shift at the Temple the next week. I was kind of annoyed that he was being so persistent, but he asked me to my face (and I'm not good at coming up with excuses on the spot), and we still had this upcoming date to the opera, so I said yes. We went to a restaurant and had cheesecake and talked. He made me laugh that night. Friday night was the opera. We talked for a while afterward and had some really good conversations. But I was still thinking, “There’s nothing there. I’m just not interested.” I figured that was it. I had gone on three dates with him and hadn't fallen in love... I had given him a chance... that was enough. (I'm ashamed to admit what an idiot I was... no wonder I wasn't married!) I decided that the next time he asked I would make excuses until he got the hint. Meanwhile, I was still really interested in this other guy.
Jay called me the next morning at 9 a.m. (after our 7 or 8 hour date)! I was getting worried. I had never had a guy pursue me like this. He invited me to have lunch that day but I told him I was too busy. He said, “Just for an hour.” I refused. THEN he said, “I just want you to know that I am very glad we met. I think you are really neat.” He didn’t give up!
He called the next night (this was the week of Thanksgiving) and asked if I had to work the day after Thanksgiving and invited me to do something that day. I said, “No, I’m going to spend time with my family.” THEN, he said, “I want you to know that I really like you. You have all the qualities I want in a wife, and I want to keep dating you.” Yikes! I was terrified! (That really scared me, but now I appreciate that he was so open and honest and didn't play games.) I said, “Look. I think you are really nice, but I’m interested in someone else.” I was pretty sure he had taken the hint. (He later confirmed that he had given up and wasn't going to call again.)
I couldn't stop thinking about him all week. For a long time I had been praying everyday for Heavenly Father to send me a righteous man...that’s all I wanted. I realized that Jay had ALL of the qualities I was looking for, and MORE. Duh! "What have I done?" By Friday, I was worried that I had burned all my bridges. I knew that he would never call me again. So, I got up my nerve and called him, which is a REALLY big deal for me! I invited him to go the movies with my family that afternoon, and he another date! Ouch! I needed that. My disappointment finally made me realize that I was interested in him. He had the integrity to keep his other date, but he immediately invited me to do something the next night after our shift at the temple, which we did.
The next week was a whirl wind. I was really freaked out because it was happening so fast. We talked every day, and I finally let him kiss me.
Sunday we went to the First Presidency Christmas Devotional. During the fireside I realized that I had fallen head-over-heels in love with him that week, and I knew I was going to marry him! AND, I wasn't freaked out anymore. I was totally peaceful about it. A week and a half later (just before Christmas) we went to the Temple together and agreed that we were going to get married. It happened very fast, but it was so right.
At the beginning of January, we flew to Salt Lake for a short trip. We arrived Friday evening, and had dinner at the Roof Top restaurant at the Joseph Smith Memorial. ......... (the mushy parts have been edited out.... all you need to know is that he proposed marriage)....... We stayed at his aunt's house that night (in separate bedrooms, of course), attended the Salt Lake Temple the next day, and then flew home.
We were sealed in the Mesa Arizona Temple on May 17, 1997, by Vernon Watkins, who was a member of the Temple presidency at the time, and a long time friend of Jay’s family. (I was 26 and Jay was 25.) It was the best day of my life. Each day since then has only been better. I’m happier than I ever imagined possible. I have the best husband in the world. Jay is so good to me, and so good for me! I am so blessed. Jay was definitely worth waiting for! (OK, I probably should have taken out that mushy part too.)
It's amazing to me when I think of the whole time line of this. We met the first week of November, and by the middle of December we had decided to get married. I had always scoffed at people who had such short courtships, but hey.... when it's right, it's right. We were engaged for 4 months, which seemed way too long. :)
Jay got me one other anniversary gift.
He finally realized he isn't the only Suns fan in this family.
I'm sad the Suns are out of the play-offs, but I will still wear the shirt with pride, and look forward to next season. I'm no "fair-weather-fan" when it comes to the Suns.
Jay gave me a simple, beautiful anniversary band to go with my wedding ring.
When he asked me to marry him, and gave me his mother's very simple original engagement setting (with his own diamond), he told me he would get me something bigger and better on our 10th Anniversary (which is what his dad did, and why his mother's original setting had been abandoned). 
But I told him honestly a few years ago that I had no desire to replace the lovely ring I wore the day he proposed to me, the day we were married, the day we moved into our new home, the day each of our children were born.... the ring I will wear when when each of our children is baptized, when they graduate from high school, when they go off to college, when they go on missions, when they get married.... and when we are old and gray and wrinkled and serve missions together, and work in the Temple together..... again.
After dinner on Thursday, we sat with our children and told them our different versions of the story of our courtship. (Jay's version was much funnier and more interesting.) As I told them my version, I didn't think they were that interested, or even listening. But when I paused for a moment, Mary exclaimed (with her enormous grin), "This is a good story!" Well, it is a good story. So, for those of you who haven't heard and are interested, here is "The Story of Alice and Jay" as I recorded it in my journal in 1997. (I told the condensed version to the kids. This version is slightly edited for the sake of space.... I tend to be long-winded.)THE STORY OF ALICE & JAY
In February 1996, I was called to be an ordinance worker in the Mesa Arizona Temple. Because I had a full-time job during the week, the only day I could work in the Temple was Saturday. When President Shumway, the Temple President, called me into his office and we discussed when I would work, he explained that there were three shifts on Saturdays: the early morning shift, the mid-day shift, and the night shift.
He asked which shift I would like to work. I asked him which shift had the greatest need for workers. He said, “Well, that’s the evening shift, but that would interfere with your social life.” I knew that was true, but something made me say, “I want to work when I’m needed most, not when it’s most convenient.” He smiled, and said, “O.K. Then that’s where you should be.” It was a sacrifice, giving up some of my social life, but it was one of the greatest blessings in my life!
When President Shumway set me apart, he told me that the relationships I would form with my fellow workers would have a great impact on my life and would be very important to me. I thought he meant I would have many sets of surrogate grandparents, as 99% of the workers are over 65. I did form some wonderful friendships with the “older” workers, but I didn’t realize what that statement really meant until later.
I started working in the Temple the first of March. The first night I was there I met Wendy, Jay’s mother. Both his parents were regular ordinance workers, the youngest couple there. Since she looks VERY young, I was quite surprised when she told me her oldest son was a returned missionary "sitting right over there" (he also worked in the Temple). I had noticed another young person working there, but I thought nothing of it. I would see him occasionally, but I didn't meet him for a while.
The months went by. Then one night at the beginning of November, Jay was given "flashlight duty" (walking sisters to their cars after dark), and as "luck" would have it, he was assigned to me. We barely had time to introduce ourselves before we arrived at my car. I thought to myself, “Hmm. He's not my type. I hope he doesn’t ask me out.” (At the time I was seriously interested in someone else I had gone out with a couple of times recently.)
The next week after our shift at the Temple, he was waiting for me and asked if he could walk me to my car. Sure enough, he asked me if I would like to go see "The Magic Flute" (the Mozart opera) in a couple of weeks. I thought, well, I will go out with him once, because I would like to see it. So, I accepted.... even though I continued to tell myself I "wasn't interested."
The next day he called and asked me to go to a fireside with him that night. I felt obligated to go because I had already accepted a future date with him. So that was our first date. I was impressed that he was a really nice, good guy, with a nice family, but I thought he was way too serious and I thought he had no sense of humor. (I found out later that was VERY wrong. He is one of the funniest people I know! But he wasn't himself on our first few dates because he was really nervous.)
Well, that night when he brought me home he asked if I would like to go out after our shift at the Temple the next week. I was kind of annoyed that he was being so persistent, but he asked me to my face (and I'm not good at coming up with excuses on the spot), and we still had this upcoming date to the opera, so I said yes. We went to a restaurant and had cheesecake and talked. He made me laugh that night. Friday night was the opera. We talked for a while afterward and had some really good conversations. But I was still thinking, “There’s nothing there. I’m just not interested.” I figured that was it. I had gone on three dates with him and hadn't fallen in love... I had given him a chance... that was enough. (I'm ashamed to admit what an idiot I was... no wonder I wasn't married!) I decided that the next time he asked I would make excuses until he got the hint. Meanwhile, I was still really interested in this other guy.
Jay called me the next morning at 9 a.m. (after our 7 or 8 hour date)! I was getting worried. I had never had a guy pursue me like this. He invited me to have lunch that day but I told him I was too busy. He said, “Just for an hour.” I refused. THEN he said, “I just want you to know that I am very glad we met. I think you are really neat.” He didn’t give up!
He called the next night (this was the week of Thanksgiving) and asked if I had to work the day after Thanksgiving and invited me to do something that day. I said, “No, I’m going to spend time with my family.” THEN, he said, “I want you to know that I really like you. You have all the qualities I want in a wife, and I want to keep dating you.” Yikes! I was terrified! (That really scared me, but now I appreciate that he was so open and honest and didn't play games.) I said, “Look. I think you are really nice, but I’m interested in someone else.” I was pretty sure he had taken the hint. (He later confirmed that he had given up and wasn't going to call again.)
I couldn't stop thinking about him all week. For a long time I had been praying everyday for Heavenly Father to send me a righteous man...that’s all I wanted. I realized that Jay had ALL of the qualities I was looking for, and MORE. Duh! "What have I done?" By Friday, I was worried that I had burned all my bridges. I knew that he would never call me again. So, I got up my nerve and called him, which is a REALLY big deal for me! I invited him to go the movies with my family that afternoon, and he another date! Ouch! I needed that. My disappointment finally made me realize that I was interested in him. He had the integrity to keep his other date, but he immediately invited me to do something the next night after our shift at the temple, which we did.
The next week was a whirl wind. I was really freaked out because it was happening so fast. We talked every day, and I finally let him kiss me.
Sunday we went to the First Presidency Christmas Devotional. During the fireside I realized that I had fallen head-over-heels in love with him that week, and I knew I was going to marry him! AND, I wasn't freaked out anymore. I was totally peaceful about it. A week and a half later (just before Christmas) we went to the Temple together and agreed that we were going to get married. It happened very fast, but it was so right.
At the beginning of January, we flew to Salt Lake for a short trip. We arrived Friday evening, and had dinner at the Roof Top restaurant at the Joseph Smith Memorial. ......... (the mushy parts have been edited out.... all you need to know is that he proposed marriage)....... We stayed at his aunt's house that night (in separate bedrooms, of course), attended the Salt Lake Temple the next day, and then flew home.
We were sealed in the Mesa Arizona Temple on May 17, 1997, by Vernon Watkins, who was a member of the Temple presidency at the time, and a long time friend of Jay’s family. (I was 26 and Jay was 25.) It was the best day of my life. Each day since then has only been better. I’m happier than I ever imagined possible. I have the best husband in the world. Jay is so good to me, and so good for me! I am so blessed. Jay was definitely worth waiting for! (OK, I probably should have taken out that mushy part too.)
It's amazing to me when I think of the whole time line of this. We met the first week of November, and by the middle of December we had decided to get married. I had always scoffed at people who had such short courtships, but hey.... when it's right, it's right. We were engaged for 4 months, which seemed way too long. :)
Jay got me one other anniversary gift.
He finally realized he isn't the only Suns fan in this family.
I'm sad the Suns are out of the play-offs, but I will still wear the shirt with pride, and look forward to next season. I'm no "fair-weather-fan" when it comes to the Suns.May 16, 2007
Spitting Mad
May 15, 2007
T-Ball
Mary just finished her first season playing T-Ball. She was the only girl on her co-ed team, but she didn't seem to mind. All the boys liked her. 
She always managed a good hit when she was at bat, and usually got a run.... even though she skipped more than ran, and would dance on the bases. 
When she was in the field, she would stand around day dreaming. Actually, she did more posing than standing.
Anyway, she had a good time.Deep Thoughts
What do 5-year-olds think about while driving in the car?
Mary usually has lots of questions for me as we drive around town. Generally, they are connected to something we have driven past, or a place we went. But sometimes, they are just random.
Like yesterday. After being rather quiet for some time, she suddenly asked, "What do they do at the circus when it's raining?"
It was a bright sunny day, and there wasn't a circus or clown in sight.
How do you answer this kind of question?
"I'm sorry Mary. I really don't know. I guess they stay inside those big tents."
"Oh."
Like yesterday. After being rather quiet for some time, she suddenly asked, "What do they do at the circus when it's raining?"
It was a bright sunny day, and there wasn't a circus or clown in sight.
How do you answer this kind of question?
"I'm sorry Mary. I really don't know. I guess they stay inside those big tents."
"Oh."
The Big "8"
Collin turned 8 years old last week. He was very excited about starting Cub Scouts, especially to wear the uniform. He could hardly contain himself when I told him I had gone to the scout store and purchased it while he was at school. He was trying so hard to act grown up about it, but I could tell he was about to burst. 
Thursday night he will attend his first Pack Meeting, and he is very excited to receive his Bobcat Award. Collin is also very excited (and so are we) that he will be baptized soon. But not soon enough. He could have been baptized last Saturday at the Stake Baptism with a bunch of other kids, but since that would mean that neither set of grandparents would be able to attend, Collin agreed to postpone it a bit. Instead, Collin will be baptized on July 15th, in Kirtland, Ohio, where my parents are serving a mission. Collin's cousin, Brett, will also be baptized that day. It should be a very special, memorable experience.
And my kids are SO stinkin' excited about flying on an airplane that they can hardly stand it.
May 14, 2007
Student of the Month
Mary was selected as the April "Student of the Month" for her kindergarten class. She was absolutely delighted, and her parents were very pleased, of course. I think Mary was most excited about having the special "Student of the Month" slipcover on her chair for the month of May. But she was also pleased to receive her certificate and frozen yogurt coupon from the principal at the SOM ceremony, after he stated that Mary was chosen because "she is a good listener and always completes her work. She gets along well with all the other students and shows respect to her teacher." We are very proud of her.
Mary with her teacher, Mrs. Willis.
May 11, 2007
A Clean House
My parents are in Kirtland, Ohio for the summer, serving as missionaries for our church. I miss them. My mom didn't want to lose the woman who cleans her house, so she sent Rosario to clean my house. She arrived the other day, on a morning when I was feeling frustrated and overwhelmed, and discouraged with the state of my house. She spent 5 hours detail-cleaning my house (all those places I never have time to get too), while I did laundry, and took deep breaths. Ahhhh. Joy of joys! Thank you Mom!
I wish I could afford to have someone clean my house regularly. Maybe someday when we are rich.....
I wish I could afford to have someone clean my house regularly. Maybe someday when we are rich.....
May 10, 2007
H2O Crisis
I never buy bottled water... we drink from our trusty Reverse Osmosis tap. However, yesterday while dragging Mary and Jack on numerous errands in the heat, they were complaining of thirst, and I had failed to bring a water bottle filled from the R.O. at home. Therefore, when we were at Sam's Club, and they saw the huge packages of bottles filled with luscious water, I decided it wouldn't be a bad idea to keep some of these on hand for certain occasions. So, I loaded a 32-count case of 16 oz. bottles into my cart.
I gave each of the kids a bottle, which they had drained by the time I loaded the loot in the car. When we got home, I put the remaining 30 bottles by the garage door until I could find a place for them. That was a mistake. I thought I would put them away before I went to bed last night, but I forgot.
This morning, while I was getting ready in my bedroom, Jack (who is normally very well-behaved, and does NOT have the destructive tendencies of some 3-year-old boys) was playing quietly in the other room. I thought I heard the back door open and close a time of two, and figured he was jumping on the trampoline.
When I came back in the living room I saw the back door open, and was a little irritated since the air conditioning was running. So, I went to close the door and gasped when I saw the backyard lawn. It was covered with empty 16 oz. water bottles. I found Jack in the kitchen looking sheepish. And there was the nearly empty case of water bottles... with exactly 4 remaining. After regaining my composure (and spanking Jack's bottom) I gave him a grocery bag and told him to clean it up. He filled 2 grocery bags with 26 water bottles and lids.
I'm never buying bottles of water again. Arrrggghhh!
I gave each of the kids a bottle, which they had drained by the time I loaded the loot in the car. When we got home, I put the remaining 30 bottles by the garage door until I could find a place for them. That was a mistake. I thought I would put them away before I went to bed last night, but I forgot.
This morning, while I was getting ready in my bedroom, Jack (who is normally very well-behaved, and does NOT have the destructive tendencies of some 3-year-old boys) was playing quietly in the other room. I thought I heard the back door open and close a time of two, and figured he was jumping on the trampoline.
When I came back in the living room I saw the back door open, and was a little irritated since the air conditioning was running. So, I went to close the door and gasped when I saw the backyard lawn. It was covered with empty 16 oz. water bottles. I found Jack in the kitchen looking sheepish. And there was the nearly empty case of water bottles... with exactly 4 remaining. After regaining my composure (and spanking Jack's bottom) I gave him a grocery bag and told him to clean it up. He filled 2 grocery bags with 26 water bottles and lids.
I'm never buying bottles of water again. Arrrggghhh!
May 07, 2007
The Craze... again
When we were first married (in 1997), I remember hearing about a new fad, Pokemon. Some of my neighbors had children who were really into it. When Collin was born, 2 years later, it was still big, and showed up on Collin's Birthday Keepsake as the latest kids craze. I continued to see and hear about Pokemon during the next year or so, but then it seemed to fizzle out as the next big fad hit the market. By the time Collin was speaking in complete sentences, it rarely heard mention of it.
Fast forward to 2007....
A couple of months ago, Collin started talking about Pokemon. I had never heard him mention it before in his life. One of his cousins gave him a couple of Pokemon cards. Then a friend at school gave him a couple more. Then another cousin gave him a few, and within a week he had a small handful of cards. Every conversation regarding getting together with a friend now ends with, "And bring your Pokemon cards."
What happened here? Did this thing spontaneously revive itself? I suppose it has been going strong all this time among the fanatics, but now it seems to be back into mainstream. Suddenly, Collin seems to eat, sleep and breathe Pokemon. How long will this last?
He turned 8 last week. His friends gave him Pokemon cards, and more Pokemon cards... plus a binder to hold and sort them. He was beside himself with glee.
Mom and Dad, on the other hand, gave him The Dangerous Book for Boys. And yes, he was excited about it. Collin loves this kind of thing. I think he always will. Certainly longer than he will love Pokemon.
April 27, 2007
It's Friday!
Jay finally returned last night from a three-day trip to Salt Lake City for a funeral. We missed him something fierce. (I'm sure glad he doesn't have to travel for work. I would go crazy.) The kids woke up early this morning and attacked him in bed. After spending one night at home, he is leaving this afternoon for Fathers-and-Sons outing with Collin and Jack, but at least that's only one night. (Though for Jay it will seem like an eternity because he hates camping.) Mary and I are going to have a girls-night-in while the boys are away. She is very excited.
My extremely talented sister-in-law featured me on her blog today. I'm kind of embarrassed. The questions were really hard to answer!
My extremely talented sister-in-law featured me on her blog today. I'm kind of embarrassed. The questions were really hard to answer!
April 25, 2007
Charity
I went to the cemetery this afternoon to deliver the promised roses. Mary and Jack sang "I Am a Child of God" for Aunt Charity, and asked me to tell them what she was like as a little girl. I was glad to comply.
Charity was a little "butterball".... a real roly poly. She had a little dimple on her nose that Debbie used to say was a swimming pool for tiny fairies. She was very shy, especially around men for some reason. She liked to play with dolls, and always wanted to be a mother, which she is.
Charity was born into a family of performers so she had no choice but to join us, but she never wanted to be the center of attention. She preferred to sit back and let others shine.
When she was a little girl, people always said she looked like a little angel. Well, she is an angel. She always had a strong testimony of the gospel. She knew what was right, and she did it.
Happy Birthday Charity. I love you.
Charity was a little "butterball".... a real roly poly. She had a little dimple on her nose that Debbie used to say was a swimming pool for tiny fairies. She was very shy, especially around men for some reason. She liked to play with dolls, and always wanted to be a mother, which she is.Charity was born into a family of performers so she had no choice but to join us, but she never wanted to be the center of attention. She preferred to sit back and let others shine.
When she was a little girl, people always said she looked like a little angel. Well, she is an angel. She always had a strong testimony of the gospel. She knew what was right, and she did it.
Happy Birthday Charity. I love you.
April 24, 2007
Go Suns!
My Phoenix Suns just won game 2 against the Lakers in the Western Conference play-offs.
Take that Kobe. 
And yesterday cutie-patootie Barbosa won the 6th Man Award. 
Now for Steve Nash to win MVP again.
Go Suns!
Take that Kobe. 
And yesterday cutie-patootie Barbosa won the 6th Man Award. 
Now for Steve Nash to win MVP again.
Go Suns!April 23, 2007
I'm an idiot....
WARNING: Never use scissors for any purpose other than originally intended.
I'm ashamed to say I learned this lesson the hard way. On Thursday evening I was preparing dinner. Jay had just arrived home, but took an important call from work on his cell phone, and went to the bedroom for some privacy. I reached for the olive oil and realized the bottle was empty. I went to the pantry to retrieve a new bottle, and tried to open it. It was one of those lids with a twist off seal ring that snaps the first time you open it. Well, this particular seal was just spinning, and I couldn't get the lid off. I knew Jay (the ultimate fix-it-guy) would come up with a (safe) solution, but I didn't want to interrupt him. So, I foolishly took the task upon myself. I noticed a tiny gap in the perforated seal, and figured I could wedge a scissor tip in there and pry it off. I've done this kind of thing a hundred times, with success, so I guess I was due for a failure. I will spare you the gory details. (There was a bit of blood.) I will just say that I ended up at the local urgent care facility, and came home with stitches in my very sore hand, and an extremely stiff shoulder from a wicked tetanus shot.
I'm ashamed to say I learned this lesson the hard way. On Thursday evening I was preparing dinner. Jay had just arrived home, but took an important call from work on his cell phone, and went to the bedroom for some privacy. I reached for the olive oil and realized the bottle was empty. I went to the pantry to retrieve a new bottle, and tried to open it. It was one of those lids with a twist off seal ring that snaps the first time you open it. Well, this particular seal was just spinning, and I couldn't get the lid off. I knew Jay (the ultimate fix-it-guy) would come up with a (safe) solution, but I didn't want to interrupt him. So, I foolishly took the task upon myself. I noticed a tiny gap in the perforated seal, and figured I could wedge a scissor tip in there and pry it off. I've done this kind of thing a hundred times, with success, so I guess I was due for a failure. I will spare you the gory details. (There was a bit of blood.) I will just say that I ended up at the local urgent care facility, and came home with stitches in my very sore hand, and an extremely stiff shoulder from a wicked tetanus shot.
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