Sunday, February 28, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
You see, I am the type of mama who gets fat when I'm pregnant. My belly isn't cute, at all. It's massive and stretches across my whole body - even my back. So what I'm asking is if you could somehow curl up in such a way that I look like one of those cute girls carrying around a basketball under their shirt. Don't spread your baby-ness to other parts of my body. Take all those calories you are making me crave and use them for energy to make me into a cute pregnant woman.
I just worked so hard to shrink down and now, just shy of the second trimester, my jeans are already getting tight. Too soon, baby, too soon. There is plenty of time to grow later. Please keep me un-pregnant-looking as long as possible. And if you must start poking out, please try to look cute and round.
Your partner in growing,
Friday, February 26, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
My sister Laura, after months of planning on getting into BYU and having her living arrangements worked out, ended up not getting in. As her backup and "only other option," she settled for going to BYU-Idaho. My parents were disappointed in her, I'm sure, as my Dad is BYU's most ardent fan.
This attitude makes my blood boil. The attitude that BYU-I is a lesser school and second best and a fall-back for anyone who doesn't get into the Lord's true university. I know I shouldn't feel these emotions, and they usually remain dormant. But when I get the feeling from people that my school - the place I love probably most in the world - is not good enough, I want to wring their necks.
I admit that BYU probably has higher academic standards. It probably is harder to get in there. It's a much bigger school, and they have many top-ranking programs. But I would be hard-pressed to say that anyone who goes to BYU is smarter or more intelligent or studied harder than I did simply because of the school they attended. Just because someone goes to BYU doesn't mean they are more "chosen" than a BYU-I student. I know nobody would ever say that out loud or even concsiously think it, but I guarantee you it's in people's psyches. The feeling of superiority in some BYU students - even long after they have left it - is very insulting.
And just for the record, I DID get into BYU. I think there is a mistaken assumption in my family that I didn't. I got in, twice - once when I first applied, and once again when I was thinking about transferring, which I thankfully never did or it would have taken me another year to finish school. I (gasp!) CHOSE BYU-Idaho over BYU. I didn't WANT to live in Provo. I am so grateful I went to Idaho, for so many reasons. I may not have gone to the world's best business school or whatever blah blah blah, but I went where I was meant to go.
So please, PLEASE (my Andersen family members), please do not think Laura simply isn't good enough for Provo. There is a mission for her to fulfill in Idaho, just as there was for me. There are wonderful things for her to learn that she might not ever learn at BYU. The Spirit is so strong on that campus, and she will have some amazing experiences.
Let's all get rid of this sickening attitude that those who go to BYU-I just aren't as good as the BYUers. For real.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Myzithra is a Greek cheese made from sheep's milk. It is dry and salty and DELICIOUS. I have only ever found it at Safeway in the specialty cheese section. It's slightly expensive, but totally worth every penny. It's perfect for a quick dinner - just cook up however much spaghetti your family will eat, melt a pat of butter on top and toss to coat, then grate enough cheese for about 1/4 c. per person. (If you are like me - I want every noodle strand coated with Myzithra goodness.)
I had another post planned for today, but...it's Saturday. I'll be back tomorrow. With a post NOT about cheese.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
We had a fabulous time. 2 chilly and windy and non-tropical days at sea where I wished I had brought more than one sweatshirt, one stop in Progreso where we visited the Mayan ruins of Chichen Itza, one stop in Cozumel where we lounged on the beach with chips and guacamole and virgin strawberry daquiris, one night of me throwing up, one unfortunate accident where aerodynamic Andrew went down a water slide and put his toes through the grate at the bottom and lost most of the skin off his feet, many hours of playing Nertz and Hand & Foot, lots of yummy food (and I mean LOTS), and lots of laughing.
I was smart this morning and blogged before the kids woke up. It seems that may be the only way to make this daily-blogging goal possible. So expect to see more morning posts from me for the next month. I'm off to do more laundry and avoid the guilt from my NEVER working out anymore. Those fat cheeks aren't going anywhere any time soon.