Remember When V

Remember when I felt guilty after killing a mama spider?

As most of my readers probably know (all five of you), I'm terrified of large spider. My brain perceives them to be as large as Aragog... the huge man eating spider from Harry Potter... and I also automatically think that they will eat my babies.

Yes, I know I don't have any babies to be eaten...but if I did... spiders would eat them.

So... anyway... I once came home to my apartment in the Happy Chappy and discovered a large eight legged beast on my door step. I screamed like a girl, somehow found the courage to step over the monstrosity into the house and went to get the Raid.

(Sidenote: I really hate killing things with Raid because it's not as quick as stepping on them, but with creatures that large there would be no stepping...)

I went back outside and sprayed the Raid, and much to my horror....all the little baby spiders came running out. I commenced once again to scream and probably cry in absolute dread as all the little spiders then died from injecting the poisonous fumes.(I was going to post a picture here, but when I googled 'spider babies' I got too freaked out)

And I then felt guilty... for killing all those mama's babies...

I have issues. I know that.

Remember When IV

Remember when this beautiful young woman was born??

I sure do.

Love you, E1!!

Happy 15th Birthday!

Culture Card Carrier

Mormons are weird. Don't try to deny it. We have a culture that is all its own and stands out like either a sore thumb or a beautiful rose in a field of dandelions... all depending on your perspective. Some of the things that make Mormon culture unique...

** we like Jello... I think every good Mormon girl makes Jello on a regular basis

** the only reason Utah Mormons lock their cars is so that other Utah Mormons don't put zucchini in it.

** at funerals we have funeral potatoes and chocolate cake

That being said...I have some confessions to make.

They may mean that my "Mormon card" is taken away.

In other words, I think that unlike my dear friend Lili (who according to the all knowing Facebook, is 50% Mormon), I'm starting to wane in my Mormon culturalness...

Confession #1. I have never made jello. Ever.

Confession #2. I can't grow zucchini.

flowers but no fruit

Confession #3. I can't seem to grow much of anything

green onions?

tomatoes with no fruit

green peppers with no fruit

On the bright side...

I do scrapbook...

I can grow a watermelon...

I hide chocolate in my house...

and I am Seriously so Blessed...

maybe I'm alright.

Remember When III

Remember when Gina decided it would be fun to torture her younger sisters by telling us she had a "super secret" project?

It was torture. I scheemed with my other older sister to try to determine what she had up her sleeve. We were stumped. So with the help of the little cute progeny we love so well, we at least got her to commit to giving us some clues...

So came on the riddles and rhymes

She must have spent a lot of time

The clues were tricky but it was lots of fun

To figure out just what she had done

So...eventually through some great riddles and some crazier comments from the family... we figured out what her plan was to make something for my niece who was turning nine in June. We were so interested by then, though, that she decided to make us one, too.

Make us what, though???

Meet Caroline!

Well, after the cat was out of the bag about what Gina was making for my two of her younger sisters... it came to her knowledge that we didn't actually have said dolls.

They were really popular when Kellee was younger, and I read the books... but the other two were both adults by that time. Gina and I had worked together to purchase a doll for each of the girly-girls, and Gina had even purchased one for herself. But Sonja and I never did get on the bandwagon...

Throughout the guessing of the 'secret project' it was mentioned that Mom should buy me one for my birthday. I laughed, said yeah right... and honestly forgot about it... So imagine my surprise when I found this on my birthday.

According to the "Fun with your Doll" manual, the first step to having fun was to give my doll a name...

so meet Caroline,

my 'Just like You' American Girl Doll.

Perhaps a bit obvious name, but fitting nonetheless. Thanks, Mom & Dad!! I love her!

(The cheerleading outfit was the big 'super secret' Gina made for us!!)

Remember When II

Remember when Beau (Cartier) wanted to watch the Pearl Jam concert that was supposedly going to be on TV? I was working in SLCRock office that night...and the rest of the RA crew were going to meet at Beau's place to watch it. But when the time came...he couldn't find it. I was in the office looking for it, too. I also couldn't find it.

But I did find another jem... and called to tell Beau about it. I think Henrie answered the phone, but I said something along the lines, "It's on channel seven, it's on channel seven."... and hear Beau scrambling to turn the channel as quickly as possible. He found something like this:

and I hear from the other end of the room in tones that can only be described as betrayal.... "TAYLOR!!!!" Of course the rest of us all laughed and laughed and laughed. Unfortunately, we never did find the Pearl Jam concert... but the polka was a unique change of scenery.

Happy Birthday Lady!!

Dad may have taught me how to read,

but Lady taught me to love it!

Lady taught me to magnify my calling...

and have fun doing it!

Lady taught me to believe in Santa!

Good things come in small packages...

whether they be i-Pods or moms!!

Happy Birthday Lady!!

Remember When Wednesday I

So every once in a while I remember some crazy stories from my past that either help me remember a certain person or a specific event. I've enjoyed those little trips down memory lane and thought maybe I should share... Thus I'm introducing Remember When Wednesday!! It's gonna be awesome!! Here goes nothing...

Remember when my second grade teacher stored our crayons in "international coffee" tins. My second grade teacher, Ms. Dolphin was the first teacher I had after moving to Moab, UT with my family. I went to school at Red Rock Elementary School. I don't know why I remember the crayons being stored in those particular coffee tins, but I do. And it's a fond memory.