I have the best next door neighbors ever. They are the Moe Family, and there are 4.5 of them: Traci, Cory, Abigail, Josiah, and Mystery Moe #5, coming to a house near me in March 2008.
Abby is a year older than Dev, and they are seldom apart for longer than 24 hours these days. It's too bloomin' hot to get out, so we basically just rotate houses and they disappear for hours at a time. I'm pretty sure they mostly play house, and Abby's in charge! She's very motherly.
As luck would have it, our second children are also close in age - this handsome fellow here, Josiah, is exactly one week younger than Evie. Kids this age aren't exactly famous for playing nicely together, and there's definitely some marking of the territory, if you will, depending on whose house they're currently terrorizing, but anyone can see it's a friendship in the making.
We had the pleasure of hosting Dr. J for a few hours this afternoon, and they were so excited to get outside, although we could only stand it for a few minutes. You can see how pink their little cheeks are, even in the shade!
November - and cooler temperatures - can't come soon enough!
Posted by The Wizzle | Posted on Wednesday, August 29, 2007 at 1:13 PM
What Kind of Guy Will You Fall For?
|You would fall for the sensitive guy. You'll find your future man wherever turtlenecks are sold. He will have depth, introspection, and a disturbing knowledge of musical theatre. And he may be a little weird. But hey, while your girlfriends cry over broken hearts, you'll be having Shakespeare read to you every night.|
|Find Your Character @ BrainFall.com|
I don't know about that mustachioed fellow up top there, but this one looks pretty sensitive to me! What do you think? What I think is that those BrainFall quiz people have been reading my diary. Seriously, creepy! They pretty much nailed that one.
It must be the heat.
Seriously, I feel like I have a constant headache, and I'm so TIRED of being in my house all the time I could scream. But where shall I go? Has to be indoors, because it was 109 today and even the walk from my car door to the ice cold threshold of wherever I am going is enough to cause my brain to melt and slide out of my ears. And there shouldn't be any merchandise for sale at this location because then I'll feel compelled to buy it, and then I'll be even more annoyed with myself than I already am.
What's that? There is no such place? Well then that explains my current state, which can be summed up quickly as tired, bored, and grumpy. Nice.
I'm going to try to contribute one positive thing to the world today, and I'm such a loser it's not even my idea. One of my friends posted it on a message board this morning and it's really good food for thought.
Just for today: I will surrender my expectations, look to my Higher Power for guidance, and accept life.
Maybe I should take my own advice. Good night all!
1. Where is your cell phone? purse
2. Relationship? happiness
3. Your hair? spiky
4. Work? hard
5. Your sister? determined
6. Your favorite thing? life
7. Your dream last night? black
8. Your favorite drink? clear
9. Your dream car? mini
10. The room you’re in? "office"
11. Your shoes? barefoot
12. Your fears? troubles
13. What do you want to be in 10 years? peaceful
14. Who did you hang out with this weekend? us
15. What are you good at? fun
16. Muffin? blueberry
17. One of your wish list items? handbag
18. Where you grew up? here
19. Last thing you did? surf
20. What are you wearing? dress
21. What aren’t you wearing? makeup
22. Your pet? bah!
23. Your computer? friend
24. Your life? stupendous
25. Your mood? hurry
26. Missing? Dixons
27. What are you thinking about right now? Devlin
28. Your car? toaster
29. Your kitchen? pffffffffft
30. Your summer? HOT
31. Your favorite color? purple
32. Last time you laughed? always
33. Last time you cried? often
34. School? dropout
35. Love? family
I'm not the kind of gal who sits around waiting to get tagged. I just read something I like, and brazenly steal it for my own. So Angie had this really cute post today, and quick as a flash - it's mine - bwahahaha! (I thought it was about time for another round of Trademark Evil Cackle). Oh, and by the way, you can all consider yourselves tagged as well. You're welcome.
1. Who is your man?
David Q. Dixon (this was the alias under which he answered me to Christmas Formal, our first date lo these many years ago).
2. How long have you been together?
Since December 8th, 1997. That would be coming up on 10 years, folks!
We met at Regional Choir when I was a sophomore and he was a junior. I asked to borrow his copy of October Rust and we were friends from then on out. I asked him to Christmas Formal the next school year and we've never been apart since. We were 16! We got engaged in September of 2000 at the Sedona Jazz Festival, then married on June 8th, 2001 in the Mesa Temple.
4. How old is your man?
26.5, same as me. He's one month older.
You or your man?
1. Who eats more?
Now, that's a very good question! I'm no lightweight, but David is a large man with a large man's appetite. I'd say it's probably a dead heat, depending on what is on the table. He eats more steak, I eat more goat cheese!
You or your man?
2. Who said "I love you" first?
Honestly, I don't remember. It was so very long ago, and it wasn't really something that needed to be said. We both knew.
3. Who weighs more?
Hello, have you *seen* us? He's twice my size. Apply this to every question hereafter.
4. Who sings better?
Oooh, interesting again! Like I said, we met in choir and we are both wannabe-professional musicians. He's a tenor, I'm...well, I call myself a fake soprano. I kinda do it all. But I don't think I could say who sings better.
5. Who's Older?
6. Who's smarter?
Again, I like to think we're a fair match. You've got to fight your weight, you know?
7. Whose temper is worse?
That would definitely, definitely be me. One way to find your answer to this question would be to ask "who has kicked/punched a hole in the wall more recently?" And I'm extremely embarrassed to say that it's this little redhead right here, thank you. I have a rather terrible temper, but luckily it flares quickly and then goes away!
Me. Unless he runs out of underwear and I'm in another country or something. :)
9. Who does the dishes?
Me. He does this stuff happily if I ask him to, but mostly house duties fall to me. He's usually out under one of the vehicles or got his head through the drywall, wiring something or other. Or doing bedtime duty.
10. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?
David. It's closer to the door and this way he has to field Devlin when he gets up in the wee hours!
11. Whose feet are bigger?
See #3. My feet would be bigger if I had skis on.
12. Who's hair is longer?
Mine, although that isn't saying much. I married a Baldy By Choice.
13. Who's better with the computer?
Since his profession centers around the things, I think I'm pretty well obliged to say David. As you can see from the fact that there are 14 different font sizes in this post alone - and it's not on purpose - my technical abilities are limited.
14.Who pays the bills?
David makes bank, plus I have a grand total of 2 (count 'em!) voice students. Hoping to take on more when the babies are bigger though. He also literally pays the bills, as in writes the checks etc. He's got a system, you know?
15. Who cooks dinner?
Me. I haven't turned out to be an awful cook at all - just an unmotivated one. I try not to go out more than once a week, but I don't always succeed!
17. Who drives when you are together?
Usually David, because I am better able to perform the acrobatics and general contortionism required to wrangle the kidlets in the backseat.
18. Who pays when you go out to dinner?
Whoever isn't taking Devlin potty when the check comes!
19. Who's the most stubborn?
I don't consider either of us to be stubborn. Now Eve, on the other hand...
20. Who is the first one to admit when they're wrong?
We're both pretty good about apologizing. I might give the advantage to myself on this one though, just based on the fact that I talk more. David's kind of the strong silent type.
21. Whose parents do you see more?
Well, I see my parents more, but he probably sees his parents more! My parents just aren't as busy as the Dixons, and my dad's work schedule means I have the pleasure of going to lunch with them periodically. I try to make time for all the grandparents as often as I can. :)
22. Who kissed who first?
I don't remember this either! It might have been me, since David hadn't kissed anyone else before, and, um...I had. So I probably took charge of that situation. But it's a little fuzzy now to tell you the truth!
23. Who asked who out?
I asked him out the first time and after that it was history.
24. What did you do?
Christmas Formal? I'm sure I've answered this question already.
25. Who's more sensitive?
This is even sillier than the "who weighs more" question. I am, for goodness sake.
26. Who's taller?
27. Who is more indecisive?
Neither of us is indecisive. We both love to "research" aka "obsess" about our little pet projects, so it kind of depends on what the decision is. David has bought about 15 cars in his Mental Fantasy Land this year alone, and I spent approximately 15,783,721,806 hours house hunting online while we were planning to move. Together we took 5 years to choose a paint color for our front room...so maybe we're not indecisive - just thorough!
28. Who has more siblings?
David is one of 6 and I'm the oldest of 3.
29. Who wears the pants in the relationship?
As you might have guessed by my answers thus far, I don't think either one of us is
"in charge". We're both currently wearing pants, as a matter of fact. It always makes me sad to hear about people who just "let their husbands think they're getting their way", or vice versa. Maybe that works for them, but it surely wouldn't fly at my house. We're in this together.
Is this a rhetorical question? I'm very secure in my marriage, thank you very much.
Wuv you, hunny.
- the wizzle
We're getting some new teeth around our house, and so Miss Eve is none too happy right now. She's always sassy, but today she was feeling especially persnickety and she flat-out refused to eat in her high chair. Luckily we arrived at a middle ground: I had Dev's car seat in the kitchen and she thought that was a perfect spot for a picnic lunch. She insisted on being buckled and everything (no, she's not got a stitch on, thank you very much!) and ate her turkey sandwich right there, happy as a clam.
Hey, this way I figure everyone gets what they want - she's presiding on her throne, and I get her buckled in place so she doesn't track bread crumbs from here to kingdom come. Some days you have to pick your battles, and I was thrilled to get so many pictures of her smiling for once!
But I feel that it is in the spirit of the internet to link the blogs of significant persons to facilitate communication and finding old friends. I do feel compelled to clarify that the people linked to the right are not the only people I like. If you feel you should/shouldn't be on the list, feel free to drop me a line here and let me know! I don't want to offend anyone by leaving them off, nor do I wish to associate anyone with me who doesn't want to be.
There, I feel better. Nighty-night.
Awesome Husband Project Du Jour is now complete (well, pretty much - is anything ever really complete around here?) so I'd like to take this opportunity to regale all my many loyal readers with the gory details. We're gonna do the Twist and it goes like this...
Our hallway as it looked from December 2002 - July 2007 (note the "function meets...well, function" aesthetic, including - but not limited to! - clear plastic bins stacked to the ceiling, $2 wall clock, and County Hospital Special paint job):
Then it looked like this for most of July and August, which - dare I say it? - yes, it was even worse than before. But this is where the Awesome Husband bit comes in, because he cut those holes himself, he put some wires and cables in those holes, the drywall man came and closed them up, and guess what? Our internet still works! It's a miracle, I tell you, an absolute miracle. He learned it from his dad:
So as of this morning, the Hallway Formerly Known as the Bane of My Existence looks like this:
Now I've got some more plans for it, which may or may not include hanging a picture of my gorgeous family above the Wizzle Desk (for inspirational purposes) and acquiring some gut-wrenchingly uniform and adorable storage containers for my craft supplies (yes, I craft! No, not terribly often, but that's all going to change now. You watch your mouth.)
It's all going to change, dear reader, because of this (cue Hallelujah chorus please, singing of angels, light brighter than noonday sun, etc):
That right there, folks, is a sewing machine. And it's purple! (Kind of.) It's a sewing machine and it's mine, all mine. I didn't pick it out, I just came home one day and there it was on the counter waiting for me. David and Claudia flat-out lied to me about their whereabouts one day during lunch, but it was for a totally worthy cause because they were picking out this item, which is soon to spew forth curtains and baby clothes and drawstring bags and...actually, that's all I know how to make (and even that's a stretch) but dang it I have resources! Luckily, the machine comes with a how-to class so can learn how to turn the sucker on.
And, as always, stay tuned right here to be apprised of all my projects, which are sure to be forthcoming and plentiful. I hope.
I know I totally trailed off in the middle of my "Best Husband Evah" series - fear not, he does still qualify as such. I'm just waiting until he finishes his next really cool thing (maybe tonight!) to do the second installment.
In the meantime, allow me to tide you over with a delightful display of Piggy acrobatics. I told you she likes to get in things, right? This weekend I procured some additional toy storage via Craigslist (I could do a whole post about how much Craigslist rocks my freakin' world, but I'll save it for later) and Evie must have thought I said "baby storage" because I turned around and this is what I saw.
Isn't she just adorable?
I'd love to chat more, but about a month ago I said my house was going to be all put back together in 2 weeks. Let's just say that if Metropolitan Home came knocking on my door tonight, I would chase them away with Holy water and a whole basket of garlic. Maybe next month, guys!
Posted by The Wizzle | Posted on Wednesday, August 8, 2007 at 9:34 PM
Part the First:
This is a picture of me playing my brand spankin' new Roland RD-700 SX, which is a keyboard-type gizmo that does 1,000,001 things. But the only one I am concerned with right now is that it makes piano noises, and it feels JUST like a piano. If any of you ever played anything with the word "Casio" on it in the 80's, you are shaking your head right now and clucking softly to yourself. "No, Rachel, it doesn't feel like a piano. A keyboard cannot feel like a piano. The poor dear has been hitting the crack pipe again."
While I will be the first one in line to say that nothing can replace the soul of a real live handmade flesh-and-blood grand piano, for the money I assure you this creature in my living room cannot be beat. It is absolutely glorious, and the fact that it can't go out of tune is very appealing as well. I'm sure my kids are as we speak assembling a reconnaissance team to determine whether or not pennies can still be deposited between the keys (they can, I assume) but at least pencils, guitar picks, and the like can't fall into the cabinet - since there isn't one!
And what music am I playing on my new Roland RD-700 SX? (BTW, I have to look up the model number every single time, even though I just typed it less than 5 minutes ago, because it's so random and I seem to have no ability to remember model numbers whatsoever)...
That would be the Note-for-Note Piano Transcriptions Elton John Keyboard Book. Mmmm-hmmm. I was looking online today for some new sheet music, and I had this very book in my cart, but did I have to buy it? No, I did not, because the Best Husband Evah came home from work early with a little Milano's bag especially for me. Adorable and psychic!
So drop by sometime and I'll treat you to a very faithful rendition of Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, for old time's sake. You'll have to sit on the floor though, because the couch is covered in Ikea boxes. Arrrgh!
to my little man. Dev started his new pre-K class this week at Bridges and we're all pretty excited. His new teacher, Ms. Dennell, says he is very participatory, which we knew of course! He got new shoes for the occasion (thanks, Nana!) and much to my dismay and his elation, they not only feature a cartoon character (that would be Lightning McQueen, the current favorite) but they light up with every jump.
Actually, I love them because he loves them. But I will say that Disney-character-festooned, light-up shoes are right up there with homemade hairbows on the list of things I never EVER thought my kids would be sporting in public.
One slice of humble pie, please, a la mode. Better make it a big one.
Well, why else would I have a blog? I'm where it's at, ya'll. So Angie tagged me (is that what it's called? I'm using all this newfangled blog lingo and I don't even know what I'm talking about) with this nifty list of yet more Wizzle-trivia, and by George I'm going to step right up to the plate. It's not like I have anything else I need to do! (That last part was a big fat freakin' lie, for anyone whose sarcasm radar is a little rusty.)
1. what were you doing 10 years ago?
OK, I was 16. I would have been about to start my junior year of high school, probably sulking and scowling and almost certainly wearing a cape and/or very large black trenchcoat, just generally frightening my parents and my Laurel advisors. Writing, singing, riding in cars with boys.
I might have been watching my sister perform in Cats at Tuacahn. She was Jenny Anydots, or something. Cats is a strange little number, but she was Teh Awesome. Dev was almost 3 and utterly obsessed with Memo. Eve was almost 6 months and was obsessed with...well, me!
- Godiva chocolate bars - fruit and cheese, especially stinky cheese
- Berto's dark chocolate gelato
- chocolate croissants
(this quiz obviously written by someone less obsessed with music than I, for whom knowing the lyrics to 5 songs is just the tip of the insanely geeky iceberg)
- Beethoven's 9th Symphony, aka "Choral", 4th movement
- Exit Music (for a film), by Radiohead (this is harder than it sounds. Can't understand a blessed word that man says and they're not inclined to print their lyrics in the liner notes so you have to go hunt them down online...but I digress...)
- Precious Things, by Tori Amos
- Begin the Beguine, by Cole Porter
- The Worst Pies in London, by Stephen Sondheim (you want lots of words, try this guy on for size. Sheesh. I just can't get enough of this show lately for some reason.)
- turn my backyard into a lush oasis with huge weeping trees and orchids growing on every possible surface
- buy David a brand new M-whatever-he-is-currently-lusting-after
- buy every stinking baby carrier I ever remotely wanted
- buy a bookstore and live in it
- buy a chocolate croissant factory
(I'm assuming you all thought of the obligatory pay off mortgage, donate half to charity, etc...I don't feel like being responsible and adult now, sorry! Gimme gimme gimme.)
6. five bad habits
- surfing the dang internet
- biting my fingernails (it's been 26 years so I figure it's pretty well ingrained by now)
- retail therapy (I'm certain that ANY psychiatrist, no matter how well-qualified, would be cheaper)
- obsessing about things that don't need obsessing about, like what total strangers are naming their children and finding the perfect house in my price range even though I'm NOT MOVING ANYMORE. Seriously, my brain just gets in a rut and I can't turn it off. Thanks, Dad!
- stealing the covers
-surf the dang internet (this is going to come up a lot, I just know it)
- sing (in the car, in the shower, at the piano, with my kids, at karoake night...)
- play Shadows Over Camelot with my awesome friends
- do things that make my kids happy (it doesn't take much, thankfully)
- read alone, all alone!
8. five things that you will never wear again:
- Hypercolor (I could do a list 600 items long just based around 80's fashion, but that's too easy so I'll try to branch out)
- jeans that were in any way altered/jerryrigged to make them more tapered at the ankle (aka zippers, safety pins, tight-rolling, large amounts of Lycra)
- earrings larger than my fist
- pointe shoes
- I don't really see a lot of fishnets in my future but I'm not making any promises
9. five favorite toys:
- the dang internet
- my new keyboard that I don't quite have yet (seriously, it feels *just* like a piano!)
- my latest baby name book (Em, you haven't seen it yet)
- my shoe collection
- my panini maker (aka to Dev as the "smasher")
10. where will you be in 10 years?
Pretty much right here, I hope - by my friends and family, with my babies climbing all over me and a happy, happy home.