The pictures are from our trip up the Polar Express last Friday with Hailey and Steve and their little squirt of a son. Laney was given four tickets from KBYU and we thought it would be fun to go. I think the pictures make it look more than it really is. We sat next to the door and the elves on the train kept opening it up and leaving it open. The "hot chocolate" they gave us was no longer hot. Originally, the tickets were $30 for a ride to the "North Pole" visit Santa and then ride back. We couldn't understand why the tickets were that expensive. Had we have paid, it would have been $120. The most frustrating part was that Santa only gave the bells to the children. I still believe in Santa, why can't I have a bell for being put through that long train ride. Jack loved Santa. "San! San! San!" And he loved the elves. They danced when we were caroling, and Jack just stared. We think he was a little confused with their costumes.
PS - We're still waiting for our cookies that are shaped like Josh and McKenna. Wink wink, nudge nudge.
This first one is me with a giant statue- as you can clearly see, the pose was taylor's idea.
This is the four of us that drove to denver together, the girl is my good friend Emily who works at the museum and then braden who works here as well. I can't believe how long my hair was, and that I chopped it all off.
Here we are, a mile high! It has nothing to with the mile high club :) If you look really close you can see the mile marked. This is the steps of the Denver capitol building.
Taylor kissing the statue, also not my idea. I don't think he should be kissing other woman even if they are made of stone.
I have become the ward hairstylist. For some strange reason, the young women think I can cut hair, so last week I cut Silvia's hair and tonight Sammie came over and told me she wanted short hair like mine, so we cut it. I didn't get any before pictures but I did take an after. Silvia is on the left, you can't see her hair much at all but we just cut off five inches and left it the same style, but Sammie's was a little more drastic, and she wanted swooping bangs and layers! (I don't know how to cut swooping bangs or layers but it kind of worked out)
I worked a lot this past week and Taylor and I shopped a lot. We bought Taylor some new shoes at Nordstrom Rack (its the only place in the state that carries a size 15 shoe!) He tried on a bucket load of shoes, and we finally found a pair we liked.
I also decided to post a picture from the gap. I thought this picture may make Leisy a little homesick for the gap, but there is nothing better than a good picture of Matt and Fairy Bell eating pumpkin pie the day after thanksgiving in the break room at the good old Gap.
So a lot more than all this happened this past week, but you can only put so much in blog. Our holiday season has started out wonderfully and I am sure it will get better. We are currently making our christmas list and we may post it so you all know what you can get us. Merry Christmas!
So before I tell you all about our first major problem in our marriage, I want to share my thoughts on taylor's tag post. Some of you may be asking yourselves how I feel about Taylor's desire to be a diva, and I can't really say I support him in it, however when he first told me last week, I about died. We were driving to school, and I plugged in my ipod so we could listen to christmas music, and the first song that came on was Celine Dion's O Holy Night, Taylor of course started to sing along (which isn't out of the ordinary) but then all of a sudden out of nowhere, Taylor declared, "songs like these make me want to be a diva!" I was hysterical, I don't think I stopped laughing for quite some time, and I seriously considered heading straight to the doctor to have taylor injected with shots of testosterone, but then I remembered that how grateful I am to be married to someone who wants to be a diva and doesn't sit around and watch sports center all day, and who would rather decorate the house with me then do anything else. I sure love him.
Anyway, about the whole Taylor becoming an environmentalist, it is true, he really is. At first I was a little concerned, but I am now starting to see things a little differently, and with Steve across the street to encourage Taylor's liberal ways, we may even have a bumper sticker on our car in the near future that wants to Save wild utah, or drain lake powell. Taylor keeps telling me how big yards are a waste and a poor use of land, I think he wants to live in a row house in some major city somewhere. We are even taking heed to the global warming woes. While I believe that the debate is not over about global warming, I say, what is it going to hurt to be a little more friendly to the environment and the Earth? So we are changing some of our behavior and trying to be more green.
So now on to the more pressing problem, marital strife. I think Taylor and I had our first official problem which we could not really resolve. We put up our Christmas tree last night, (pictures to come, it isn't quite ready) and as we prepared for bed, Taylor went to turn out the Christmas lights, I explained to him that the lights needed to stay on all night, and he quickly responded that it was a waste of energy. I explained to him that part of christmastime is waking up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and seeing the glow of lights from the front room, or waking up to go to the gym in the wee hours of the morning and not needing to turn the lights on because of the christmas tree glow. Taylor disagreed and I was sad. Taylor unplugged the lights and I sadly headed off to bed. Once taylor got in bed he told me he would compromise, so this morning at 5:40 he jumped out of bed before me, and plugged the lights in so I could have them on as I got ready to go the gym. I am still not completely happy with the compromise, I woke up last night to go to the bathroom and I was sad to see no christmas tree, but for now, this will have to do. He says that the five days before christmas we can leave the lights on all night.
1- Recently, I have been impressed with the first Clinton presidency. GASP! I know, it is hard for me to believe and can just hear my uncle Tal screaming in my ear, but maybe Lynne would be proud. I'm in a public lands class and we've looked at the differences in policies between the Clinton and Bush II presidencies, and I must admit, I find myself more in accord with President Clinton and Bruce Babbit when it comes to environmental (gasp again) issues. Granted, I understand that much of what they did was for political advantage (Grand Staircase Escalante National Monument as a prime example), but in the back of my mind I hear a little voice saying, "A step in the conservation/preservation direction has got to be better than letting those ATV/OHV nuts rape and pillage the land." I actually teared up when I saw a picture of bulldozer plowing down trees for a new trail. It shocked me, but hey, I guess that's where I'm standing. P.S. - This in no way is my endorsement for Hillary. She still kinda drives me crazy.
2- Now that you've picked yourself up (mom), you can continue reading. I promise no more huge testimony-shaking revelations. I have two deep desires, that, were it not for the lifestyle associated with them, I would be all over them. One, I used to dream (and often still do) about being an interior decorator. I just have this propensity to organize and rearrange things and make everything look better. Were it not for the extremely effeminate nature this industry has turned, I would have made my career in Interior Design. My second desire came to head this week when I told Laney, as we were listening to Celine Dion, "Listening to Celine makes me want to be a diva." I totally blame this one on my aunt Malee for always listening to Celine Dion, Mariah Carrey, Barbara Steisand, Whitney Houston, Bette Midler, and others when we travelled to Idaho and elsewhere. She instilled that spirit in me. When I say I want to be a diva, it is because when I sing along with them, I feel so darn good inside, and that all my musical inabilities are completely removed and supplanted with impecable talent and vocal ability. (I'm listening to Celine as I type.)
3- My way-too-long book list that I frequently ask for gifts from stems from another desire than you might not think. I tell people that I love to read, and while that is true, I like the idea of being well-read better than the thought of reading. I'm quite a slow reader (as Laney can attest) and get lost in the language. This explains why I like Victorian literature, and my mind wanders and, thus, I never make it through many novels that I piously and ambitiously intend to read. The only thing that gets me through some of the more boring parts is that I can say, "Yeah, I've read that" followed with "and according to my Marxist analysis..." and then astound them with something I've just made up on the spot.
5- After my mission, I went and apologized to my piano teacher for not practicing when I said I would practice. I got so sick of people telling me they read the Book of Mormon and when I asked them what they liked, they couldn't give me any specifics. I was so frustrated, and one day while walking through Hyde Park (I remember it still) I had an epiphany that the feeling I had was the exact same feeling that Misty had everytime I showed up and said that I had practised but just "forgot" to record what I had done. So, she let me play, and I proved to her, without saying a word, that indeed I had failed, again, to practice. I felt awful. So bad, yes, that I went to her house a few weeks after getting home and apologized. She just laughed and said that I wasn't the only one, and she knew every time I didn't practice, but that she understood and was glad that I now understood. Gosh I miss her. And I really miss piano lessons. Too bad I don't have a recital to shoot for anytime soon. I feed off of performing. Anywho...
6- During my freshman year, I was super envious of my roommate because he was ridiculously smart, incredibly talented, and athletic. He could draw, sing, play soccer, do physics, among other things, but it was the first time in my life that I realized that you didn't have to be either athletic or musical. I suffered from major major regret for not taking Coach Martineau up on his walk-on position to the sophomore basketball team, even willing to waive the required physical. I was mad at myself for not stretching myself a little bit further than I expected of myself. Not that I didn't love what I did, I just realized that I could have done more and still had fun. So life goes, I guess. Hindsight is 20/20 as they say. To compensate, I'm taking raquetball next semester. Maybe that can reduce my remorse.
I hereby end the line of tagging that was given to me. Not that I didn't have fun, but I didn't really want to coerce someone else into digging to find six things they never knew/wanted to reveal about themselves. Plus, I don't have the time to check other's blogs as they respond to my tag. So, it's not that I don't like you, I'm just thinking about yours and mine interests. Besides, that last one took me longer than I thought. I guess I need to work on my prewriting skills a bit better.
1. When Taylor and I first started dating, I never in a million years thought I would marry him, and for the first four or five months I was thinking of ways to break up with him, I just never had the guts to do it. And when he told me he loved me for the first time, my first thought was, well that makes one of us. I didn't tell him I loved him back for months. He still reminds me often that he has loved me longer and always will.
2. Although most of you already know this story, it is my favorite. I got my appendix out in a soviet hospital where I was forced to walk through the hospital hallway with nothing on but a hat and booties, and then I was tied down naked to a table where I remained awake for the entire operation. Once they found my appendix, I asked if I could keep it (Leisy and I kept our tonsils in little jars for years and years when we got them out, we may still have them somewhere) anyway, they told me I couldn't keep it, but they let me see it. Not many people can say they have seen their appendix.
3. I hate being told what to do and how to do things by people who think they know best or better than me. Leisy and I are very much alike in that, when people push us too hard, we will always push back harder. I am about as stubborn as they come. I think it came from my mom and dad, all the Oswald sisters could give anyone a run for their money with stubbornness. While sometimes it gets me in trouble, it also helps me out. I don't get walked on by others, and things normally turn out how I want them to.
4. After graduate school I want to take the foreign service exam and go to hair school. I figure if taylor gets to put us in debt with his schooling, why not add an extra $6,000.00 for more schooling for me. :)
5. I love to travel, and I will travel the world for the rest of my life. I still have 4 more continents to go and a lot more countries to see. Taylor and I want to see India next and maybe Peru, and Machu Pichu. I also want to run a marathon in Africa or somewhere exotic.
6. People told Taylor and me that marriage would be hard, and thus far, we think they were all lying. It is a piece of cake. They say it gets harder with time and with kids, but my philosphy is that how can life ever be that hard when you have the most wonderful husband in the world to live it with? The only thing that would really be super hard is if taylor were to die. Cause then, I would have to do everything alone.
7. While I am not overly obsessed with entertainment news like my sister, I am obsessed with tv shows like Law and Order, and CSI. I could watch the shows for hours and hours and never get tired of it. When it gets to gross, I just close my eyes. I am also addicted to the news. I love the news and I can't go a day without it.
So on Monday night Taylor broke two of our favorite glasses and the bad luck started (i know it wasn't a mirror but nonetheless the bad luck is here) Our meth/herion addict neighbor came over during it all (i am not sure if she was the bad luck, or if she just brought it over with her). She was telling us some story about her husband beating her up and then someone stealing her wallet and that she needed money. Taylor stayed in the kitchen with the broken glasses while i told her we wouldn't give her any money and she left. Anyway, so we woke up the next morning and I broke another glass (I think that means years more of bad luck). So we went on with our day and as we drove home from work we got a flat tire, of course the spare is in the trunk underneath all the tacky wedding presents we got that we still keep with us for hopes we will someday find the store they belong to so we can return them. We finally got the tire and jack out but the jack was missing that turning part, we found a screwdriver in the car that kind of worked and within 30 minutes we were on our way, we hurried over the the school to vote which of course was wonderful until we realized this morning that referendum 1 hadn't passed (we knew it was a slim chance anyway). We really just wanted to see it pass to see all the people who were crazy against it and what they would do with themsleves. And we really liked the oreo commercial. So we hope our bad luck is over, or that at least we don't break any more glasses.
yes, these are our costumes, They were my idea, but it was a joke, taylor however really wanted to do it, so I consented. Taylor looked much more like a nerdy dictionary than i looked like a thesaraus, I guess he makes a better nerd then me.
Steve was a pirate and we thought he was hysterical, our favorite part was the rooster type thing attached to his shoulder.
Leisy, here is carrie amado, london dressed up as dorothy and JP was the scarecrow, it was really quite cute. I took some other pictures for you but some got deleted on accident. Anyhow, our Halloween was quite uneventful. We had a nice flow of trick or treaters and we made french dip sandwiches for ourselves.
We have had some complaints about the music on our blog (Jessica), and we have changed it, but we want you all to know why we are putting weird music on our blog. The song you have been hearing was called Molitva and it was the 2007 Eurovision contest winner the artist was from Serbia. Eurovision is a contest I learned all about on my mission (Latvija was the winner that year) and I have been kind of follwing it ever since. Almost every country in Europe sends an entry and people all over Europe can vote for the winner by texting in a vote (Kind of like American Idol) Some of the famous winners from the past were ABBA and Celine Dion (from switzerland I think). Anyway, so this summer when Taylor and I were in Europe, the Eurovision contest was actually happening, and for the first time ever, I got to watch all the contestants and their songs. Anyway, it was hysterical and wonderful. The song currently playing on our blog is Great Britain's entry. It is probably my favorite. And the video above was the weirdest entry, they were from Ukraine, the aluminium outfit is my favorite part. We love Eurovision and we can only hope they broadcast it in the US in the years to come.
so last night we made pumpkin sugar cookies. taylor wanted to play scrabble but i convinced him that cookies would be better and that he could decorate the pumpkin's faces. Taylor loves scrabble, and i guess you could say that I am starting to like it. I beat him in a very long game Sunday night, but I got most of my points by addding the letter s to all of taylor's big words. I kind of felt bad but, at least I won.
Last night we decided to have pork chops but we ahad one problem, we didn't have apples. You see, apples and pork go together. And pork chops are dull without apples. So we drove up into our little parking space behind our apartment and there coming over the fence from the neighbors back yard was an apple tree, covered with apples. So, we picked some, the tree was overgrown and their were rotten apples all over the ground, and every apple we picked had a worm hole in it, but we had apples. I made Taylor cut all the worm holes out and the yucky parts. The apples were delicious, and so were the pork chops.
My job is terrific. This past Saturday I had a lot to do at work, and I convinced all my store girls to come in and help. We worked in the store before it opened, we organized and cleaned and had breakfast together. I really think I may have one of the greatest jobs ever. I get paid to spend money and shop. And I get to hire the people who work for me, and I love them. Going to work is like being with a bunch of friends all day. I love the people I work with, I can't believe how much I learn everyday. Just today we had a lecture on the transition ofmodernism to post-modernism combined with minimalism and conceptualism. Incredible! It sounds difficult, and it was. I think Campbell(our museum director) plans on giving the lecture over and over again until we get it. We have a post-modernist show coming and he wants us to understand it. Anyway, I sure love the Museum,and I sure love the people here. They are like a second family. They all have PhD and Masters degrees in art and even though the last art class i took was in seventh grade, they all treat me like I am one of them. They even appreciate my layman opinion, they seem to think it gives them insight on how the non-art community views the musuem. Today I am grateful for such a wonderful job that often times doesn't even feel like work.
So we went to the Thanksgiving point for Young Womens. It was quite enjoyable but it was full of obnoxiously loud teenagers. Our Young Women's organization is slowly dwindling, silvia (on of our young women) ran away from home last week and is living with a family that won't let her come to anything church related. I just hope she moves back home, and chances are she will, she has done this before. anyway our adventure at the corm maze was fun, this picture is Shanese, me, Sammie, and Becca (sis. shirts) I quite like the young women, but I have managed to get the Young men's organization against me. The young men actualy like me, it is their leaders that i have crossed. I just speak my mind a little too much i guess.
The goal is to get the Katie Holmes cut. The pic on the left is the closest we could get.
Now's your chance to vote.
So all my life I have had this tremendous fear that I would have ugly babies. This morning while I was in the shower I was thinking what I would do if Taylor and I had an ugly baby. Anyway, so I asked Taylor what he thought and he of course replied, "we aren't going to have ugly babies, we are good looking people, plus look at baby Zeb, he is incredibly cute, and I am way better looking than kent." (sorry kent). And since baby Zeb's DNA is half my DNA our babies will probably look similar. So my fear left me for a bit and then I realized that plenty of beautiful people have ugly babies. Anyway then Taylor made me promise I would love our babies even if they are ugly, but I just don't know if I can.So i didn't promise him anything. He will have to do the loving if they are ugly. I can love an ugly newborn, all newborns are pretty ugly, even Zeb was, but he got much better. Anyway, one of my greatest fears is that I will have a baby with lots of hair. I really don't like babies that are born with a full head of hair, sorry if any of you were born with lots o'hair. I just think they look like rats. Anyhow, I guess I would have to shave my baby's head.
This past weekend was the ward chili cook-off. Taylor and I kind of cheated so our favorite Chilis won. We each voted at least ten times and our two favorites got first and second place. Taylor's favorite won- I was kind of ad. But it was Ammon and Erin's chili and it was pretty good. However, I am glad to know that my cheating influence is rubbing off on Taylor- but he will claim that he only stuffed the ballot to counteract my cheating.
The ward party was quite enjoyable and we took a picture of the two cutest kids in the ward- Jack and India. Leisy, I tried to take other pictures of the funny looking kids so you could see them but I didn't know how I could explain it to their parents.
After buying the soda, we got ready for the Vice President's arrival,we worked a lot with the secret service, and my job was to get all the people ready who were greeting the vice president, and they were some heavy hitters, one of them was the reverend Billy Graham's Daughter, another woman was the mother of the ceo of Blackwater security (the company all over the news right now) and some other fancy schmancy people. Anyway, I lined them all up and gave them instructions, then the vice president came in with his motorcade and I took the Lt. Governor and his wife to their alotted seats. I worked on their campaign, so needless to say they were surprised to see me working for the vice president. Anyway, after that the meeting started and i worked with the people hosting the conference in the question and answer session of the Vice President's speech and afterewards I met the President of the Czech Republic and his entourage, my job was to escort them around the event and to meet the VP. It was incredible, there i was chatting with the president of the Czech Republic, and in Russian. He wasn't quite as friendly as his assistants, but i guess the president of a small former soviet nation, can't be all that friendly. Anyway after it was all over i had to take the Vice President's advisor on International Affairs to the airport, he had been in the private meeting with the vp and the czech president and he talked to me about it and answered my questions. I guess it was a friendly diplomatic meeting and they just chatted about the missile defense system the US is putting in Poland and the Czech Republic. Anyway, overall it was a really fantastic experience. And it was really quite fun.
The SLC Tribune
WASHINGTON Vice President Dick Cheney will speak to a super-secret,conservative policy group in Utah on Friday during his second trip to the state this year.
Cheney will address the fall meeting of the Council for National Policy, a group whose self-described mission is to promote "a free-enterprise system, a strong national defense and support for traditional Western values."
The organization -- made up of few hundred powerful conservative activists -- holds confidential meetings and members are advised not to use the name of the group in communications, according to a New York Times profile of the group.
"The media should not know when or where we meet or who takes part in our programs, before [or] after a meeting,'' a list of rules obtained by The Times showed. The group did not respond to an e-mail seeking comment.
Czech Republic President Václav Klaus is also expected to address the Council for National Policy's meeting in downtown Salt Lake City. After his speech, Cheney will meet with Klaus, the vice president's office said Tuesday.
Former Massachusetts Gov. Mitt Romney, who ran the 2002 Winter Olympics in Salt Lake City, will also be in Utah on Friday but his campaign did not respond to a question about whether he would talk with the group.
Cheney's visit is expected to be only a few hours, according to people familiar with the trip's details. The trip coincides with fundraisers in California, Colorado, Nevada and Wyoming, Cheney's spokeswoman Lea Anne McBride said.
All of the events on the trip are closed to the public and the news media, McBride said.
Cheney last visited the state April 26 to give the commencement speech at Brigham Young University.
Anyway, back to the title of this post. Last night as Silvia and I were driving to go wish someone a happy birthday, we realized that glorious ellen circle (also known as felon, or as referred to by the bishop in ward council, Hell-en circle) was full of police cars, and ambulance, and a fire truck. Of course we had to see what was going on and we learned that some guy on the street hit or beat his girlfriend and she had to be taken away in an ambulance. crazy. our ward is hysterical. the biggest and best news in ward council on sunday was that the ward drug dealer was caught violating his parol by selling drugs and he is finally back in prison. we also learned on sunday in ward council that if you go to orem.org, you can check out the police reports, and a whole lot of them happen in our ward boundaries. we sure love this ward. never a dull moment.