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Month: February 2009

It’s that time of year again.

It’s that time of year again.

I have broken my blogging fast to bring you all excellent news. It is almost Easter and time to start thinking about our 2009 Peep Show! For those of you who were not around last year, we hosted a contest to see which of our friends and family could come up with the best scene starring marshmallow peeps.

The entries were very impressive and the competition was fierce. Here are a few of my personal favorites:

Easter Hunter


Lincoln’s Last Peep Show


Peepza

If that isn’t enough to to get you excited check out all of the entries from last year. So, here are the rules:

1. The display must include those abominable sugar-coated marshmallows called Peeps.
2. The deadline is Saturday, April 4th at midnight EST.
3. Submit a photograph of your entry to us via e-mail (heiselt at gmail (me) or heiseltea at gmail (Lizzie).
4. Blog readers will then have one week to vote for their favorite after we post the entries.
5. Winners will (hopefully) get an awesome prize, yet to be determined.

Now we know that we might be a bit premature in announcing this, but we wanted everyone to have ample time to think and construct. Last year was amazing and this year will hopefully be better.

We also have a request for everyone. The ’08 prizes involved various gift certificates that came from our personal pockets. Unfortunately, our pockets are not as deep this year. So, we were wondering if anybody had ideas for prizes. We realize that the real prize is bragging rights for a year, but it would still be nice to have some more incentives. Does anybody have access to gift certificates where they work? Would anyone be willing to knit a scarf for the winner? We are open to anything.

Thanks again. We are excited to see what everyone comes up with this year.

It's that time of year again.

It's that time of year again.

I have broken my blogging fast to bring you all excellent news. It is almost Easter and time to start thinking about our 2009 Peep Show! For those of you who were not around last year, we hosted a contest to see which of our friends and family could come up with the best scene starring marshmallow peeps.

The entries were very impressive and the competition was fierce. Here are a few of my personal favorites:

Easter Hunter


Lincoln’s Last Peep Show


Peepza

If that isn’t enough to to get you excited check out all of the entries from last year. So, here are the rules:

1. The display must include those abominable sugar-coated marshmallows called Peeps.
2. The deadline is Saturday, April 4th at midnight EST.
3. Submit a photograph of your entry to us via e-mail (heiselt at gmail (me) or heiseltea at gmail (Lizzie).
4. Blog readers will then have one week to vote for their favorite after we post the entries.
5. Winners will (hopefully) get an awesome prize, yet to be determined.

Now we know that we might be a bit premature in announcing this, but we wanted everyone to have ample time to think and construct. Last year was amazing and this year will hopefully be better.

We also have a request for everyone. The ’08 prizes involved various gift certificates that came from our personal pockets. Unfortunately, our pockets are not as deep this year. So, we were wondering if anybody had ideas for prizes. We realize that the real prize is bragging rights for a year, but it would still be nice to have some more incentives. Does anybody have access to gift certificates where they work? Would anyone be willing to knit a scarf for the winner? We are open to anything.

Thanks again. We are excited to see what everyone comes up with this year.

I was right all along.

I was right all along.

If you read the comments on my previous post, you will notice that my friend Allison asked me the date of that particular event in our freshman year adventures, and I was indeed able to find that date in my old records. It took some digging, but I did it. Actually, I only had to look in two of the thirty-plus journals I’ve filled. Which is probably a good thing because if I’d had to dig much more it would probably have resulted in a book-burning party in the park. I was pretty pathetic at times. Okay, all the time. But I did make an important discovery: I already know everything about myself. The past few months I’ve been ruminating on certain issues in my life and making discoveries as to who I am and how I got to be that way. I felt like I was finally starting to accept and understand things about myself that I hadn’t been able to before. Hooray for me, right?

And then I go back in my journals and find that 6 1/2 years ago I was making the exact same discovery about myself. Exactly. I bet if I went back to 7th grade I’d find out that I’ve known this all along. If I may paraphrase Journey, “Oh the joy of rediscovering me. I’m forever mine. Faithfully.”

"Double Time!"

"Double Time!"

My freshman year at BYU my roommates and I would occasionally pop in a Tae Bo video and kickbox with Billy Blanks for a bit. Of course, we didn’t really care to hear Billy tell us to go “double time!” or to “reach inside ourselves and grab something,” so we muted him and turned the stereo on full blast. We’d close the blinds, and, with six girls in the apartment and the occasional friend or neighbor joining in the festivities, it would sometimes get a little sweaty. Sweaty enough that some of us would shed our shirts and complete the exercises in our sports bras. Which is how a group of guys found us one evening when they stopped by to remind us of a ward activity. At the sound of the knock, some of us dove for cover, others scrambled for shirts. Somebody turned off the tv. And after they left we were breathless and slightly hysterical from the surprise.

I later found out that one of the guys told his roommates that the girls in 134 were dancing around to the Dixie Chicks in their sports bras, and somehow this seemed like a much better thing to have been caught doing than mirroring Billy Blanks and his crew. The joy and spontaneity that would have resulted in a shirtless dance party is something to be proud of, while playing “Do as I’m Doing” with blue-spandexed Billy for 24 minutes is, in my opinion, not.

I remember that incident whenever I resort to putting on my Tae Bo dvd, which I bought before I was comfortable enough with our Hawaii neighborhood to go out running on my own, before I could actually run for more than 8 minutes at a time, before I became a running snob. Now Billy and the Gang are relegated to the shelf except in extreme circumstances. Extreme being: 1. The weather is colder than 40ish degrees or extremely windy/icy/snowy/rainy (and definitely if there is a “light wintery mix” coming down). 2. It has been too cold/extreme for more than a few days. And/or 3. Simon is being a pest and won’t let me put on his socks/shoes/coat/pants and I am not in the mood to fight him over it.

When I put in the dvd, I feel a little silly. I’m all alone in my apartment (except for the small child) and I’m mimicking a bunch of people on my computer screen hoping that even as my brain rots, my body will remain fit. Pathetic. But my mind needs to think that my body has gotten some exercise or else it will blow a fuse and I’ll likely have a nervous breakdown and end up acting like my almost-two year-old, so I do it anyway. But maybe one of these days I’ll forget about the dvd, crank up the Dixie Chicks, and rock out. Double time.

More stuff Micah built

More stuff Micah built

We recently became disillusioned with our free-from-the-side-of-the-road-Craigslist desk (pictured below). It took up too much space and much of the surface was unusable (or maybe it was just too tempting to pile stacks and stacks of random papers on it). It served it’s purpose and we were ready to move on. So we built another one. It started with a look at the IKEA weekly offers. Butcher blocks, normally $25, were on sale for $5. We got 6 of them. Micah initially imagined a make-shift frame until we could find something a little bit more permanent, but as he started working on it, it turned into something permanent. We had a lot of wood scraps that he cut into legs and such and then we stained and polyurethaned them. Micah laminated the butcher blocks (5 of them) and screwed them onto the frame. The old desk is now dismantled in the hallway, and the new beauty has taken its place. Our bedroom is suddenly so much bigger and, best of all, that pesky radiator is now tucked away.

We love it. We’ll keep it. Next project: shelves. We just need some place to stack all of our random papers.
So Fashionable

So Fashionable

Okay, I know the bride (my new sister-in-law) is radiant and the groom (my brother) is handsome and all of that, but just try to tell me that my child, in his vintage 70s hand-me-down, homemade polyester suit doesn’t totally steal the show.Oh, and Will, thanks for finally marrying Summer. We’re glad to have her in the fam. Finally.

The Anti-Shopaholic

The Anti-Shopaholic

I realized recently that I don’t like to shop. For clothes. I know, I must be some sort of mutant. We have a decent sized thrift store a block away and last week was the first time I went there to look for clothes for myself. I ended up giving up about five minutes in and spent the rest of the time (until our laundry was finished at the laundromat across the street) scanning the books and trying to keep Simon from destroying the shoe shelves.

I really wish I liked to shop. I like clothes. I like new clothes (even if they’re just new to me). And I love to find a great deal. But maybe that is part of the problem. Maybe shopping is a pain because finding a good price + good fit + good style = total frustration. And maybe it is because my shopping buddy has his own agenda and whenever we go out I spend more time trying to make him happy than focusing on the task at hand. Or maybe it is because I feel like I’m rifling through someone else’s closet and they are going to come in at any moment and say, “Hey. What are you doing? You don’t belong here.” This happens no matter where I go. I feel as self conscious shopping at Gap as I do at Goodwill. I remember going in to Gap a few years ago to use the restroom and feeling like someone was going to come up to me as soon as I walked through the door and say, “Excuse me, but I can tell by your outfit today that you do not belong here. Let me show you the exit.” And then I realized that I was wearing a Gap shirt and I felt a little bit more secure.

So I rarely buy clothes. The jeans I bought over four years ago bit the dust before Christmas and I spent about 20 minutes in two stores (while Micah chased Simon) before calling it a night. Micah’s co-worker (who was giving him shopping tips for me) ended up giving me a pair of jeans that were such a good deal she couldn’t pass them up, even though they didn’t fit her very well. I really like them.

There was a time in my late teens when clothes shopping was beginning to appeal to me. I had two friends who shared the same taste in clothes and the same love of bargains and quirky t-shirts. We’d scour the local thrift store on Friday afternoons and they were kind enough to let me have some of their good finds while I was still learning the ropes. But it’s been a while since those days. They live across the country now and I’m a little rusty.

The past few months I’ve been browsing online a lot more. The clearance sections of various sites offer plenty of eye candy, but how am I to know if it actually fits? And who wants to pay for shipping anyway? Maybe I need to find me some new shopping buddies.

We like cheese. A lot.

We like cheese. A lot.

A few weeks ago I was looking through a cookbook for inspiration. It’s a 1920s gem called “Anyone Can Bake” (reminds me of a movie about a rat I once saw) and I came across a recipe for cream puffs. I was inspired to experiment with the form for dinner. So I got some cream cheese and mixed it up with some pressed garlic, sun-dried tomatoes, dried basil (I would’ve used fresh if it wasn’t such a rare find in these parts), and some parmesan cheese and stuffed it in some cream puff shells. It was really easy and simple, but also rather tasty and I was pretty proud of myself.


Last week we had a Super Bowl party (minus the football game) and made Buffalo wings for the first time. We had lots of Buffalo sauce leftover so Micah had the brilliant idea to make a Buffalo wing pizza with it. Brilliant. It’ll probably be the death of us, what with the cup of butter and the pound of mozzarella and the blue cheese dressing drizzled on top, but it was totally worth it.

And Simon, well, he’s been getting into the “delicious but not entirely balanced meal” action as well. Yum.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that it was 15 degrees out today.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that it was 15 degrees out today.

It’s been a busy week. Shopping Monday. Playgroup Tuesday. Errands Wednesday. Institute (religious education class) today. Simon and I have been going out in the morning and then he drops down for a nap as soon as we get home. When he wakes up, it’s time to make dinner or go out again. In the mornings he tends to play by himself (this week he’s been “washing the dishes” while I get ready. And then I get him ready. Which means, to put it mildly, weeping and wailing and gnashing of all 12 (going on 13!) teeth. It seems that our interactions this week have mostly driven him to tears and me to the end of my rope. Tonight I rushed him off to bed because Micah was at a meeting and there were still clothes to fold and dishes to do and I couldn’t stand the thought of messy counters for another few minutes. Or of Simon trying to “help.”

He’s been in bed for several hours now and I kind of miss him. I’m tempted to sneak into his room and pick him up and take him back to bed with me, if only so I can savor a few minutes when he’s not in my arms because I’m trying to wrestle him into his coat or stuff his feet in his shoes while he demonstrates his lung capacity for all the neighbors to hear. But I’m pretty sure that would end poorly for all of us. I think we both need a little space these days.