Ohh, Betsy!

Goose on the loose September 30, 2009

Filed under: Brandon vs. Anna — Anna @ 8:41 pm

So Brandon and I were talking with our home teachers on Sunday afternoon. They prepared a lesson about the influence of righteous women and Brandon was generously talking me up. So, as he starts telling an example of how I have helped him and his spirituality, he starts telling the story by saying, “I was loosey goosey about the church.”

The first thing I think is, “Why is my husband using the term ‘loosey goosey’?” I think it may have taken a full minute to realize it was in fact my husband speaking and that he wasn’t channeling the spirit of a cheery Kindergarten teacher.  Shortly thereafter I wondered what our guests were thinking when they heard Brandon was “loosey goosey about the church”.  I felt sure that by saying he was loosey goosey about the church it sounded like he didn’t really have a testimony of the Book of Mormon or that the Word of Wisdom was just a “suggestion”. Considering our home teachers don’t know us very well, I didn’t think loosey goosey was the best choice of words because it did not accurately convey the message. He was merely describing a situation when he chose to give up rated R movies because I had stopped watching them. In my opinion, saying he was loosey goosey about the church was an overstatement.

So in our usual fashion, we take it to you dear readers to weigh in on our debate. Brandon stands by his decision to use the term and has prepared a rebuttal to my argument.

I agree with my lovely wife that “loosey goosey” seems a bit antiquated, which may explain why the word now requires clarification.   Websters Dictionary defines the word as ” notably loose or relaxed : not tense.”  This definition clearly refers to a sort of “laid back” condition, in the sense that one is not constantly worrying about specific requirements, e.g., shopping on Sunday or participating in other discouraged Sunday activities, occasional swearing (no F-words since that would exceed loosey goosey), playing with face cards, not listening to Kenneth Cope, or listening to Obama speeches.  Simply put, to define the term to mean that one does not care one way or another about the church or its standards suggests too much.

The argument could be made that the term arose out of the tumultuous 60’s, 1964 according to Websters, and should be seen as a product of its generation.  I concede that the 60’s represented a dramatic departure from current social standards: “high-and-tight” haircuts gave way to shaggy and shoulder length (for men), Schick smooth gave way to knotty beards, and fitted clothing and aprons gave way to “clothing optional.”  But the plain meaning of the word, as represented by Websters, is clear and easily understood – even by the home teachers who must have wondered why I dug up this old adjective.  It is not necessary for us to venture into context.  Accordingly, the term, as I used it, appropriately represented my standing in the church: I am certainly not a straight arrow, but I keep the target in mind.

For the foregoing reasons, my usage of the term, though odd, properly conveyed the point I was trying to make.

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The sky is falling September 28, 2009

Filed under: Uncategorized — Anna @ 10:24 am

September has been a good month. October is just around the corner. I’m sad to see summer go. Trips to the pool. G picking flowers for me every day.

But I love fall. I love where I live. I love what I’m doing with myself lately. Quilting again. Finishing projects. Sewing. Eating peaches (so in season, they are ridiculously good) and fresh pineapple (not a fall fruit but I’m thinking they’ve got to be in season somewhere in the world because they are so good). Starting to bake more.  Halloween coming up (oh, Halloween, I love you more and more each year). Flying G’s kite. The beautiful weather. And hope that those freakishly large grasshoppers that chomp away at my dahlias and like to mate right outside my window will disappear.

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Poor Sport September 22, 2009

Filed under: Uncategorized — Anna @ 8:32 am

Moving to Indianapolis the year the Colts won the Superbowl was eye-opening. For the first time, I lived in a city with a professional football team. I saw blue everywhere. Practically everyone in the city wore jerseys on game day.  I had to pretend as if I knew what game people were talking about because they assumed I had watched it. I actually knew what Peyton Manning looked like. It was a big change for me.

I grew up with Karl Malone and John Stockton leading the Jazz so of course I loved basketball. In high school, I actually played basketball (ha!), was a cheerleader (double ha!) and rarely missed a sporting event. I had school spirit. In college, I still went to football games but it was by no means a regular thing. The only time I had school spirit was when I would go to a game with our longtime rival. My sports enthusiasm began to wane.

I still like to watch sports live but I hate spending money on it. And watching sports on TV just doesn’t happen (except for the Olympics because I’ll watch that day and night). I’m pretty much a Cliffs Notes fan. Sometimes I prep myself before church so I don’t appear to be completely out of the loop. But, if you know me well, you’ll know that I only know the score because I looked it up after the fact or saw someone’s status on Facebook proclaiming the outcome. Sorry. I know it may be shocking and cause for alarm. Pardon my apathy.

Despite my complete lack of desire to watch sports, I am a HUGE sucker for sports movies. I love them. LOVE THEM. I get just as excited when I have a new sports movie in my Netflix queue as when I have a chick flick. I love the underdogs. I love the fighting spirit of the athletes. I love the team spirit. So maybe, just maybe I would watch more sports live on TV if it would have better cinematography, dramatic music, close-ups in slow motion and be over in under 90 minutes.

 

Every sweet tooth needs just a little hit September 16, 2009

Filed under: Travel — Anna @ 10:07 pm

Oh, Chicago. How I love Chicago. It hasn’t always been the best relationship though. When we first visited Chicago, I loved it but it was so busy and walking everywhere with a stroller was terrible. Not to mention the parking, the exorbitant parking. My second visit only lasted four or so hours so it was pretty good because I was only in and out in enough time to enjoy the SYTYCD tour. So the third time around I thought I had it all figured out but I was wrong. I loved the trip but it beat me up – I was exhausted and spent and unintentionally wasted time and money.

But last weekend, we finally did it. We parked easily. We got food before we lost our pleasant demeanor. It was well-planned and we did everything we wanted to do. First, a trip to the Art Institute of Chicago.  There was a special exhibit featuring art from Caldecott Award books. It was so fun for me since I am such a fan of children’s books and several of my favorites were on display.

Next we headed for dinner at the famous Giordano’s deep dish pizza. We had some pizza left over so we gave it to a nice homeless man outside. I have to say that really like the homeless people I’ve met in Chicago. He was so grateful for the pizza unlike the unlike the homeless people in Portland who cuss you out when you don’t give them a buck.  Anyway – we next headed to Millennium Park and Grant Park and it was just the most beautiful day.

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Finally, the moment arrived. THE MOMENT. It was the reason why Heather flew in from Salt Lake City and why Katie flew in from LA for the weekend. We reunited as U2 fans to see the first show in N. America. It was the opening night of the  U2 360 Tour at  Soldier Field. It was my fifth U2 concert. Brandon’s second. Add together Katie’s and Heather’s U2 concert attendance and I think it’s probably somewhere in the twenties. I feel like an amateur U2 fan when I’m around them but I love it because they are my U2 mentors.

Snow Patrol opened and they were fantastic. They were so happy to be playing to a huge stadium filled crowd. I love that we could see how happy they were to be there.

I get that some people don’t like U2. I get that some people hate U2. But I love U2 and I will always love U2. I will always love their shows. It absolutely blows my mind that I can still go to a show and it still leaves me in awe.  And there is nothing quite like the feeling of being at a concert with 65,000 fans who are enjoying the experience just like I am.

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How different the day is remembered September 11, 2009

Filed under: Seriously now — Anna @ 8:19 am

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The above picture was taken last October during our trip to NYC. It was the first time I had returned to New York after September 11, 2001.  As I walked up to the site, I was overcome and couldn’t stop the tears. I remember vividly the morning of September 11th. My roommate called me from her cell phone on her way to work and told me to turn on the television and I watched as the buildings fell. We stayed glued to the television for hours and I don’t know if I fully understood the way this tragedy would affect me.  I had no personal loss on 9/11 but I always want to remember those who did lose their loved ones. And when I saw the site in person, I visualized all the lost lives and I always want to remember it because I feel like I need to remember it. I want to remember the bravery and the resiliency of all those the died and all those who survived.

Last year, I was visiting in Utah on September 11th. That night, I sat with my best friend, Lisa, in her apartment. She was expecting twins – a boy and a girl. I was expecting too. We talked about how wonderful it was that we were both pregnant and how fun it was to be pregnant at the same time.  Later that night, I began to miscarry. That night and the days that followed were some of the saddest days of my life. I then truly understood the loss of miscarriage. It’s changed me forever.

Today, I found out that my dear friend from college had amazing news. Her husband received a new heart.  She reflected on the truth that “miracles happen”. And I believe it. Through adversity, comes strength. So as I go about my day, I will remember loss. I will remember strength and I will remember hope.

 

The Great Escape September 10, 2009

Filed under: Uncategorized — Anna @ 8:13 am

I don’t carry a lot of luck around. I don’t have really bad luck which I’m grateful for. I have a couple of friends who have bad luck. Bad things consistently happen to them. Like my poor friend Jeanette has bad car luck. I think I’ve known her during her ownership of at least four cars and none of them have proven to be steadfast and worthy. And then there’s good luck which again, I don’t posses. I also have friends who have really, really good luck. The sort of luck that would be very helpful if they chose to gamble in Las Vegas. They just win stuff. Good stuff.

With the advent of blogging contests, I attempted last summer to win myself something. I thought, somewhere, somehow with all these contests I could win something. I was determined. I entered everything.  Nada. Nothin’. So the other day my friend Rachael waved a new contest in my face and since it’s attached to a meme and I haven’t done one in a while, I thought I would give it a shot (although I’m fully aware I won’t win).

This is contest entry for those crazy folks at TodaysMama and Cricut. Be sure to check out Cricut’s cool new cartridges and the chance at $30,000 in travel for you and your friends at the Great Gypsy Escape site!

Great Escape Meme
1. If you could escape to anywhere in the world where would it be?
Prague or Karlovy Vary in the Czech Republic.

2. What song do you play when you are by yourself in the car?
I play the same songs as I do when I’m with someone IN the car. But my lately it’s “Locked Up” by Ingrid Michaelson.

3. If you had a night to yourself, and money was no object, what would you do?
I would fly to NYC for the night.

4. What is your guilty pleasure?
Chocolate cake with swiss chocolate meringue frosting.

5. What is the farthest place you have traveled away from your home?
Burgas, Bulgaria. To save you a Google Maps search, it’s on the Black Sea.

6. Last book that you couldn’t put down?
“The Hunger Games” by Suzanne Collins. But, I had to read it quickly for a book club. So, the last book that I loved so much I couldn’t put down was “The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society” by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows.

7. When you want to escape into another time, what movie do you watch?
“Pride and Prejudice”

8. What is your favorite local escape?
The Children’s Museum of Indianapolis.

9. How do you escape on a budget?
The Indianapolis Museum of Art. It’s free and I love it.

10. Best food you’ve ever had while on vacation.
Either the lobster while on our cruise in the Bahamas or the baba ganoush in NYC.

Now I know some of you would love to have a Cricut so just post and answer the meme questions on your blog and then send a link to your post via email at info@todaysmama.com with “Cricut Meme” in the subject line.

Good luck (because you are sure to have better luck than me)!

 

Living in a material world September 8, 2009

Filed under: Uncategorized — Anna @ 8:36 am

I headed in to JoAnn’s (or and G says, Jo’s Ann) yesterday in preparation for a little service project making baby blankets. For some reason those who are assigned to the cutting table at my neighborhood JoAnn’s  are eternally pissed. It isn’t just one woman – it’s all of them at the cutting desk. I ask them kindly for a yard and a half and they sigh and give me a heavy glower. The front end people on the other hand are a delight.  It makes me wonder about the workplace politics at JoAnn’s.

I typically use my “be really, really nice because it’s funny when they’re still pissed after I’ve been nice” tactic at the cutting table. Rarely do they bother to speak to me other than to ask how many yards or to make some sort of judgemental look about what I’m purchasing. So yesterday, out of the blue the woman asks me if I’m on the mailing list. I answer yes with a huge smile to pre-empt any dirty looks she may be storing up for me and before I could catch myself, I tacked on some nervous small-talk, “yeah, I couldn’t live without it, heh.” I knew the moment I said it, I was in trouble. Stick to the plan, Anna. No unnecessary chatter!  She doesn’t take kindly to my feeble attempt at breaking the ice.  “Ha,” she says.  “People seem to think that they need more than we really do in the world today,” and she continues on giving me a lecture on materialism in today’s society. I agreed with her but she went on and on and spoke to me as if I really needed to learn a lesson.

I sat and listened as my fake smile wavered. What was really great about the whole lecture was that I was buying material to make baby blankets for CHARITY.  And yes, I would survive without JoAnn’s monthly mailers. The question is whether I can survive the customer service at the cutting table.