Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Sci Fi Geek vs. Drama Queen



Ode to Battlestar Galactica:

I know that many don't love you
they judge your book by its cover
and despite your many attributes
they refuse to accept you because of your roots
You're Sci Fi! Science Fiction, Science! Fiction
which the haters think is only for dorks, trekkies and Asimov freaks



So I am declaring to all the haters
That I know better than those anti-raiders
Because I sat down at my husband's behest
and let BSG give me what it does best
And that is drama, pure people drama
Where all the players are flawed and you love them all
despite it all.

Starbuck, Lee, President Rosalind I love you!
Adama you rock, handsome Helo and Anders too
But BSG you certainly make sure men get their fix
With Sharon the Cylon and the Six
And I must give props to Baltar
even if he did wipe out an entire civilization. Twice.






And as I end my ode to you dear Battlestar
even though you're leaving the air I'll not be far
I'll work my hardest to create true conversions
just like your Cylons to correct spiritual perversions
I'll make them realize that Sci Fi shouldn't scare them away
because you're really just a drama queen in a uniform.

Friday, June 20, 2008

Summer Concerts Preview...

You missed it, didn't you?
Jim James and the rest of the My Morning Jacket crew rocking out on Conan. Don't worry, friend - I've got your back.


This is what will be blowing my mind when I see them in Vegas this September.

Who else am I catching in concert this summer? The prestigious Red Butte Garden Amphitheater is playing host to one of America's best bands ever, Wilco. Here's Jeff and the gang performing a couple awesome, folky new songs on Saturday Night Live. As you'll see, Wilco is one of those unique bands that would fit in on A Prairie Home Companion (in fact, they have), MTV, CMTV (Country Music TV, for the luckily uninitiated), or most importantly, our blog's music player. I feel comfortable recommending them to my grandpa, my dad, my friends, co-workers, and young men in my ward. Here, take a look-see:



and...




In other music news, the lineup for SLC's 2008 Twilight Concert Series was recently announced. If my Thursday evening softball games don't conflict, you know where I'll be. However, I will be missing any softball game to go see Andrew Bird. I happen to know a couple other Ivins Ward socialites that should also be in attendance that evening (that means you, Leggats & Hartles...). But all should attend - numerous are those who frequent this blog that can bear solemn witness to the truthfulness and musical veracity of Brother Andrew Bird.

I'd now like to open up the rest of the comments section for any and all who feel moved to bear their testimony of the musical stylings of My Morning Jacket, Wilco, Andrew Bird, or any other musician of good report or praise-worthy.

Here's a list of the performers this summer...

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Ahoy Matey

My parents, Wes, Holden and I went to Roanoke Island Festival Park and had so much fun. We saw a play about The Virgin Queen and Bloody Mary and walked around and saw all these old artifacts and tools used in the 1500's.

Then we went to see this Elizabeth I ship replica - which brought over like 55 people in this tiny ship to Outer Banks. Holden wore his pirate shirt (it says Argh! on it) and totally loved it.

"Argh! I love me the smell of the sea and salt in me hair."

The Graveyard of the Atlantic

We just back from one of the funnest trips I've ever been on. My whole immediate family (and it's huge) went to Outer Banks, North Carolina and stayed in this awesomely-huge beach house. We had so much fun, we played tennis, went kayaking, boogie boarding, swimming, running . . . and of course ate loads of food.

This was Holden's very first introduction to the beach. He hated it. But I blame the 110 degree freak weather that first day.

And as you can see, he was still pissed later on when we transferred him to the pool.

The next day we got family pictures and they made us wear purple! My mom tried to get pink (Wes' favorite color) but they didn't have it, so she thought the next best thing was bright purple. I felt like part of the Barney cast. But Holden didn't mind.

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

8 Ways to be a Happier Mom

"Kids do bring joy," says Daniel Gilbert, Ph.D., a psychology professor at Harvard University and author of "Stumbling on Happiness." "They bring transcendent moments that outweigh all the hard work. It's just that children do not increase your average daily enjoyment."

The article had some really good ideas on how mom's can increase their hour-to-hour, daily happiness:

Admit when you're stressed

Ironically, once you stop expecting motherhood to feel warm and fuzzy all the time, life as a mom gets easier. "It's okay to feel frustrated, angry, or irritable sometimes," says Dr. Ubel. "You're not a bad parent. It's not even a bad parenting experience. It's just normal."

Get enough sleep

Most of us know that money can't buy happiness, but who knew that a good night's sleep just might? That's a key finding of that University of Michigan study. "Making $60,000 more in annual income has less of an effect on your daily happiness than getting one extra hour of sleep a night," says study author Norbert Schwarz, Ph.D., a professor of psychology.

(Re)consider your priorities

It may sound simplistic, but one key to being in a more positive mood is to structure your day so you do more things you enjoy. "It's how you spend your time, not your money, that counts," says Dr. Ubel. "If you have any financial flexibility that lets you maximize your family time, use it now. For instance, do you really need to be the one to clean the house? How about paying someone to help out? And if that's not an option, think about how clean your house really needs to be -- do you need to make the beds, or is bed-making time better spent drawing pictures with your kids?"

Go with the flow

Time seems to slow down when you're doing what you enjoy, whether it's gardening or running laps. People who experience this level of engagement -- which psychologists call "flow" -- are happier than people who rarely do. And you're lucky to have a master of it right before you: your child. "To you and me, every leaf and ant is pretty much the same, but not to a toddler," says Reivich. "So try to actively notice things as your child does -- the ant dragging a piece of bread, for instance."

Savor the moment

"Take ten seconds every hour to look at what you're doing from a higher place." While you're at it, appreciate what a wonderful child you have -- those chubby cheeks, that toothless smile -- and share that joy with someone who'll rejoice in it with you. That's another way to grab onto the good stuff and prolong your happiness.

Take the long view

If the drudgery is getting to you, think about life without children. "It's easy to get caught up in the details, but you need to step back and realize how empty your life would be without these people in it," says Gilbert.

Reconnect with your spouse

A supportive group of friends and family is one of the cornerstones of a happy life, and for many moms, the center of that social circle is their partner. That's why it's so important to keep the lines of communication open, especially during the "diaper years" -- infancy to age 3 -- that experts say are the most stressful on a marriage.

Even discussing how stressed you both are can help. "If you can both just say, 'Raising a kid is hard,' putting it out there diminishes the strain," says Sauer.

Say thanks

Feeling grateful is a mood booster. It can be as simple as saying grace every night or finding new ways to acknowledge others. "When our extended family gets together, we go around the room and say one thing we appreciate about each person," says Elizabeth Howard, mom of Reilly, 2, in Anaheim, California.

Another effective way is to put what you're thankful for down on paper: Write the three best things that happened today. Experts say that if you do that every day for two weeks, your feelings of well-being will increase.

Of course, you'll still have bad days. But at least you'll be less likely to think there's something wrong with you. And the more you engage in positive thinking, the more you'll realize how much happiness is under your control. "I think of happiness as three things -- enjoyment, satisfaction, and fulfillment," says Ryan. "Mothering can give us any one of those at any given moment  yep, if not necessarily all of them at the same time!"

Sunday, June 01, 2008

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

An Evening With My Morning Jacket

My Morning Jacket
September 24th, 2008
The Joint - Las Vegas, NV


Who's in, who's out?

Here's a camera picture from my vantage point the last time I saw these guys, when they were in SLC (mind you, I had to lean waaaay back just to fit him in the frame. Front row will do that to you.):
Can you say "radical?" I knew you could.


Oh, you're not sure if you're in to MMJ, you say? Behold these thigh-melting clips:


Feast your eyes upon MMJ on Conan O'Brien. This is, without a doubt, the most incredible late night musical performance in the history of television. You can even tell that Conan's socks were knocked on their butts.


For a local spin, here's MMJ on Letterman playing "Gideon" with the Boston Pops, lead by Keith Lockhart. Hey, you can actually see Jim James' face!


One of Amber's new favorites, "Mahgeeta." (Code word for "my guitar.") Hold on to your knickers at the 5 minute mark.

YouTube just doesn't do these guys justice, but if you're into music that really doesn't suck, consider making the Vegas trip with us.

Believe me, My Morning Jacket is for you. If it's for Amber, it's for anyone.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Golden

I'm sure we've all heard the idea that couples who stay together over time start looking like each other. There's this article/study that talks about the 4 reasons why this is the case:

1) Diet (um....self explanatory)

2) Environment (dust sure is bad for the skin)

3) Predisposition ("like" attracts "like")

4) Empathy (you start mimicking each others' expressions over time)

For the record I want to say that I'm ok with this theory being an actuality for Wes and me because Wes is HOT. But I am a little concerned about other implications. Like what about talking like each other and liking the same things all the time. I have just realized that because Wes doesn't like onions, I go around saying that I don't like onions. And because he thinks Blue Cheese tastes like butt (however that tastes), I don't order Blue Cheese for myself anymore. And I watch basketball now! And now I'm starting to really like all of his music. Like the other day I realized I LOVE My Morning Jacket. I couldn't stand them when I first met Wes. What is happening to me? I love my contradicting opinions!

But for the record, I still hate Sufjan Stevens. Well I really like "Godbird" but I don't like anything else. Well at least on the Illinois album. Crap! It's happening again!

Monday, May 12, 2008

Clyde The Glide Drexler

Honestly, who in the heck has there ever been in the NBA who dunks from the corner of the key DURING A GAME! Clyde the Glide, that's who.

ESPN has him as the sixth best shooting guard ever:



























Behold some of his dunks. Of particular note is how high and far the guy can soar. That last dunk (#1) is an in-game dunk - in traffic - from just inside the free throw line. Amazing. He's my all-time favorite athlete.


Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Where oh where is my stimulus check

Has anyone received their stimulus check yet? I hate to sound desperate but with Wes's car driving less reliably than a wild hog I really need the cash for a new one. I went on this website to see when it's coming and it keeps saying later and later. First it was the 29th of April, then the 5th of May, now who knows . . .

Maybe it's the government's way of dangling a carrot in front of the horse to keep it plugging along, paying those astronomical health care bills and absurd gas prices without complaint, because he's distracted and excited about the carrot.

I want to have my carrot and eat it too.

Friday, May 02, 2008

Boy or Girl?

The other day, the cashier at the grocery store referred to Holden as a "she."
And then today, one of our lot techs asked if he were a boy or a girl.

What!?! This little bite of manliness?
How could there ever be confusion?
Ok so maybe I do dress him in yellow and seafoam green. But seriously! It's not like he has his ears pierced or wears bows stuck with honey in his hair - for C.O.L. He's doesn't go around wearing a dress!
He really doesn't appreciate gender confusion. It offends his sensibilities.

But we finally laughed it off at Wes's softball game.

Monday, April 14, 2008

"Yeah, I'm a steamroller, baby! I'm bound to roll all over you."

There we were, trying to have a lovely conversation with our dear friends, the Leggats - making plans for seeing Rey Deohed perform in L.A. and visiting the Happiest Place on Earth.
Meanwhile, our awesome conversation was being interrupted by this rolling thing on the ground.
The more we spoke, the more he rolled. Finally we had to give him some video camera lovin' just to get him to stop rolling.

So here it is, Holden's first roll. We're sure glad Becca had a camera to capture the magic.

Here's to a lifetime of rockin' and rollin', my boy.



Monday, April 07, 2008

They Who Reject This Year's Jazz Team Will Surely Be Smitten At Last

I got to attend a couple more Jazz games a couple weeks ago. Namely, the Clippers and Wizards, on the 2nd and 6th rows, respectively. I had Jonathan in tow, which always seems to add an air of mischievousness to any event (he's available for parties, company events, weddings and bar mitzvahs).
So at the Clippers game, we're enjoying our seats, taking in the sites...

This shot was for Michelle. Her crush on this ravishing Russian is no secret amongst Ivins Ward regulars.


Millsap, knocking a couple down at the line. I just couldn't get enough of Kaman's derriere in my face.


Payne and I were a thorn in Cutino Mobley's side the entire night. It all started when the ref tossed the ball to him in order to in-bound it, and Mobley just let the ball bounce off his chest and onto to the court. It should have been a live ball, but the refs had pity on him. He was visibly perturbed, by both Payne & I and his own teammates.

So anyway, we were enjoying the game when, low and behold, a certain mouth-piece of the Lord enters the arena...

In this shot, we see T.Mons (as he's known in NBA circles) making eye contact with Kyle Korver ("KY" if you're buds with him) and letting him know, "You're the man. Tonight - it's your night. You got it." That's an apostolic blessing if I've ever seen one. Let's just say KY didn't disappoint.

So T.Mons continued his way pass the bench, but couldn't stop without sharing the Good News with J.Sloan. He took him in a brotherly handshake (while J.Sloan was in the middle of a time-out huddle, mind you) and told him of his admiration and respect for what he's been doing for the Jazz for so many years. Jerry was about as gracious as Jerry gets, the extent of which is portrayed in this picture.
T.Mons proceeded to air-dribble along the sideline, displaying for the Jazz staff how quickened game is. I'm pretty sure Tyrone "The Milkman" Corbin was impressed by his righteous skillz.

Monson made his way to the scorer's table, where he chatted with Craig Bolerjack and Ron Boone. I think I heard him comment, with regards to the first half, "3-pointers rained down, ankles were broken, Clippers were posterized." It's official - he is the king of the passive voice (as if there was any doubt before).

Jonathan will be the first to agree with me - once we saw the presence of the Lord's annointed prophet, was there really any doubting the outcome of the game? I think not.


Here are a couple shots from our 6th row seats at the Wizards game.

CJ dropping 3 onto the lowly Wizards.

The Wiz waming up. Mine and Payne's boss & owner of Gold's was on the front row behind the hoop, so at half time we went down and chatted with him. We talked about everything from house boats to male pregnancy.

The final score - Jazz 129, Wizards 87. Ouch.
As you can see, KY was the Subway Sub of the Game. Payne and I actually (unknowingly) passed up an opportunity to hang out and go bowling with KY after the game, but he should be swinging by Payne's house soon for some PS3 and tranqs.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Las Vegas Easter - Day 2

The next day we walked the strip with this baby movie star that everyone was staring at.

Trying to avoid the many smut-passers on the strip, we ducked into the M&M theater!

I had to beat up the green one for hitting on Wes.

We walked FOREVER and finally made it to Sephora, the Disneyland of make-up, where Holden had a major blow-out (of course) and we figured out we had no diapers. Bah! But it was nothing that a couple maxi-pads wouldn't fix :)

Then we hung out at the pool. He was the star of the hotel!

And we ended the trip by getting Holden a lion at FAO Schwartz that he now LOVES (aka drools on and chews).

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Las Vegas Easter - Day 1

We took the fam to Las Vegas for Easter last weekend! We stayed in our time share, which was nice because there was no casino or smoking (such a rarity in Vegas these days).
We had so much fun.

Wes and I played table tennis

He'll tell you he won, but it's not true.

And Holden cheered us on.

Then we went to MGM to the Rainforest Cafe, mostly 'cause it was family friendly.

Holden was so enamored with the pretend lightning, thunder, etc.
he just looked dumbfounded all night.


Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Do We Have Anything to Say that Matters

I've been mulling over the issue of bloggers vs anti-bloggers for a while...and I definitely have something to say. (My cousin Cathy just recently blogged about this too and brought up some good points; I would link to her blog but it's private - so there). Anyway, there's a TON of negativity surrounding blogging out there: they say that it's merely an ego-driven hobby; similar to putting your kids in beauty contests so everyone can praise how cute they are and what a good parent you are; that it's prideful to think you've got anything to say that's worthy of publishing; that it's self-centered, etc.

Here's what I think. I think our world is getting ever increasingly splintered. Few people have a community, a network that lives in close proximity to them. Few people have a church or a club that meets together and allows them a sense of togetherness and understanding. And even those who do don't have it like our predecessors had it. We are split geographically from our families and friends. While our ancestors worked in the fields or mines together and would come together as a community often, we are fragmented by long distance commutes and crazy schedules that don't even allow neighbors to sit around and visit like they used to. In short, I think because all this has happened, our society/generation has created a way in which we can stay close theoretically: internet networks. Think about it - facebook, myspace, blogs, etc. are a way in which we can stay connected with people whose ideologies and philosophies we respect even when we can't talk with them face to face. And we can stay connected to family and friends we can't or don't have the time to see. I'm not even going to go into the other positive aspects of blogging (uncensored news, independent political viewpoints, sharing knowledge, getting helpful information,

Blogging is a great way to journal stuff that's happening in a way that allows people to come together in a way that's quite rewarding. I say screw the anti-bloggers! I don't fracking care what they think. I have something to say and I want to say it - even if nobody else agrees. It's a way for me to document my life and my life matters. I wish more people in my family blogged. Hopefully they're at least keeping journals. So there.

Monday, March 24, 2008

"What's the point of instruments / Words are a sawed off shotgun"

It's a Radiohead lyric I've had in my head for sometime now. The ironic thing is, many of Thom's lyrics you can't really understand - it's the tunes and how they're layered that deliver that shotgun spray. But in it's own way, Radiohead's music is like any literature worth reading, or even the scriptures for that matter - it takes initiative and an adept mind to discover why this band's the best in the world, and most likely the best the world will ever see.

But look, I've digressed before I've even started.
Every once in a while I don't disappoint Kevin's blogger stereotype and I'll take a picture with my camera phone of something "I've just got to blog about later." Well, this post is going to be a clinking, clanking, clattering collection of collaginous junk, err, blog post ideas.



I was on a bike ride with all of the scouts last fall and I passed this building.
Word is, they won't work for nobody but you.








What, pray tell, is a Wahoo? And even if there is one among you who knows what the bloody thing is, I know for certain that it's not purchased or sought after enough to warrant its own grocery store sign.






Last July, Jonathan and I went to Telluride, Colorado for a Bob Dylan concert (My Morning Jacket opened for them - a truly righteous bill if I've ever seen one). The day before the show we decided to hit up the municipal golf course for a round of 18.
I brought my driver, but left my drive at home. For the first time in this poor house's existence, someone was not only able to badly hook the ball enough to reach the house, but had the power & distance to clear its protective trees and nail this double-paned window right smack in the middle. Luckily it only shattered one pane. Hey, at least I can drive for power every now and then.


Here's my only camera phone pic of MMJ opening for Bob. As you can see, the security detail at our second row seats weren't too keen on photography.







Is there some sort of custard-related memorial holiday commemorating something in mid-January that I and the rest of the world don't know about? Apparently.












Hey, he's an idiot. What more can I say?




Shootin' stuff with Paulie. Paul's bad. Like, Snake Eyes bad.

















I just want to know if they'll take a cashier's check.


So last October I played in this one night tournament with my sister, Kiera's co-ed softball team. I played horrendously at the plate. Worst. Batting. Ever. But my fielding (in left-center) was stupendous. But the play of the game belonged to Kiera at catcher (yes, this team wasted her superior talents at catcher. I'd play Kiera at 3B over any guy on my softball team.).
It was a tight game and she'd already been mowed over once at the plate. Our opposition was down by a couple runs in the last inning and during a routine play at first for the second-to-last out of the game, the guy on third decided to jog towards home and force a play at the plate - for the sole purpose of plowing over Kiera in hopes of knocking the ball loose and getting one run closer. Kiera gets the ball, braces for impact, and this guy (GUY!) goes cornerback on her and puts his full weight and shoulder into leveling her.
She not only hangs onto the ball for the last out of the game, but proceeds to unleash a verbal barrage on this dude that brought a proud tear to a proud older brother.
Here are her bruises and wounds from that play. You can't see them very well, but the chin raised slightly in triumph says it all. Sorry guys, she's engaged.












Amber and I recently went to a Jazz game thanks to her generous boss's season tickets. We were second row, behind the Jazz bench.
"What would spectacular seats like that look like?" you ask? This.












A cool picture after one of our October '07 softball games that the old man played in. He didn't even pull his hamstring or anything.

Soon Stefan will be joining his brothers and father in the ranks of married, pathetic, softball playing, working men.