Losing it!

My mind, that is! I remember I used to be so smart and somewhat cool. But, now not so much . . . .

So I love walking everywhere, since we are so close to everything. All the main stores and the bank I need to go to are all within 3 miles of my house, so I go "green" by walking everywhere. (Well, I hate the whole green thing, but I do love to walk).

Well, as I walking home from the store today with Tyler asleep in the jog stroller, I started feeling a little dizzy and my vision was off. I thought it might be the heat, so I kept drinking water. It was such a weird feeling, I felt I might faint. So, when I got home and took off my sun glasses, I realized one of the lenses was missing. I had walked all the way home with only one lense in my sunglasses. What a dork!

At least I figured out why I was dizzy and sort of double visioned. I'm no longer even a bit cool!

My New Job

No, it's not another paper route (no, I didn't deliver papers on my bike - even though that thought makes me laugh, too). Oh, did I tell you, I quit that job? Yeah, it had something to do with waking up super early EVERY morning and making pennies. Not to mention people yelling at you for dumb things. Yep, I was a quitter.

Anyway, I think I found the best job ever (besides being a mom). Or rather, it found me. Two guys in my ward own a Property Management Company, and they asked me to help them with their Accounting and Marketing. The best part is that I get to work from home (which was a huge concern if I couldn't), and I get to set my own hours. The pay isn't what I was used to, but it's not bad. So far, I've been working for them for 3 weeks. And, the truth is: I really love it.

We really feel like it's a huge blessing, too, especially since I still get to be home with Tyler.


P.S. If you ever need to rent a house or apartment in St. George, I can hook you up. :)

Happy Easter!

This was the first Easter I could do anything with Tyler, since he is starting to get old enough to have some fun. I was excited to take him to his first Easter Egg hunt, so I looe in the newspaper and found two that were close enough to go to. Although it was drizzling outside, I still wanted to go. Tyler was very excited to look for "treats". But sometimes daddy's don't understand that you really do have to be there on time, if not early, to participate in the the 30 seconds of fun. So we just barely missed the first one. Oh well, there was still one left. But, alas, the "rain or shine" hunt didn't happen. I was sad and Tyler was a little disappointed since I had pumped him up to go hunting for treats. Better luck next year!

As for our own festivities, I actually planned ahead this holiday. I set out the easter baskets Saturday night (I mean the Easter Bunny did), and then "hid" the easter eggs in the living room and hall. I wasn't sure if Tyler would get it, until Easter morning when I heard him walking down the hall and picking up the eggs. Then came to my side of the bed to show me the "treats" in the eggs. He was very excited. I guess it doesn't take long for a kid to smell candy or figure out games involving sweets.

Then we went to church and enjoyed the nice reminder of our Savior's sacrifice and resurrection. My class of 7-year olds were even pretty good and listened to the lesson (a special Easter lesson the Resurrection), which was treat enough for me.

After church, we did our own little Easter Egg hunt on the front lawn. Tyler loved it and got so excited every time he found another eggs. It was a truly great day!

My Little Singer

Tyler is quite the cute little singer. He started singing several months ago, but I can never catch him on tape (he usually stops when he sees the camera). He usually makes up song with words and sentences he knows. I love it.

A couple weeks ago, my mom got out a primary CD, and he started to sing. I had to share.

Another Visit

Last weekend my sister Julie and her family came to visit. It was the first time they had been able to visit since we moved here, so I was very excited. I think Tyler had the most fun of everyone. He loved all the attention he got from his cousins and all the kid interaction. I think they all had a great time.

Since they were here, we decided to show them around the area for a bit. Our husbands thought it would be a great idea to go for the "short" ride to see the Hoover Dam. I wasn't as sure as they were about it being only 1 1/2 hours way, but it sounded fun anyway, so off we went. Three hours later we arrived at the Hoover Dam, and found out the last tour had just left. That was okay, since we were so annoyed with all the traffic that we just wanted to get away.

In an effort not to "waste" the drive (and to appease the crying toddlers), we decided to stop at a more family friendly casino for dinner. It actually turned out quite nice. There was a sun room with a nice garden and waterfall, which the kids loved. They even had robotic animals, which was neat until the bear roared and scared Tyler half to death. We ate at TGI Fridays and then headed back home.

Later, we went geocaching. It was my first time geocaching, and I thought it was pretty interesting. The kids loved it. Julie was really good at it. What a fun family activity.

It was a great visit. Thanks for coming down, Julie and familly!

Wilted Flower

Have you ever had one of those days that you thought you looked better than you did (while interacting with several people) and then looked in the mirror to realize that you look horrible? That was my day today. I recently started a new job (I'll tell you about it later) working from home (it's legit!-no survey taking here), and I met with both my boss and another girl who works for the company. The whole time I met with them I thought, "Yeah, I look good." I had put a little makeup on this morning, so I "thought" I looked decent (as in not a homeless, rag-a-muffin). . . . Until I looked in the mirror, and boy do I look like a person who has given up on life!!! Very Scary!!! Somehow, between 9:00 am and 2:00 pm, my makeup has completely worn off and my "outfit" looks very stay-at-home-momish in a very bad way (I'm getting rid of my comfort pants). I'm sorry there will be no pictures.

Several years ago my sister and I read a "Cathy" comic strip where Cathy had just got home from a date and looked in the mirror only to discover she looked like a horrible mess. So, she combed her hair and fixed her makeup, and tried to convince herself that's really how she had really looked on the date. Yeah, that's how I felt today. (Sorry, I tried to find the comic strip, but to no avail.)

Squeaky Cheese and the Polygamists

My mom and Becca stopped by for a visit on Monday and Tuesday on the way home from visiting my cousins in Arizona. It was a nice, but short little visit. With not much else to do on Tuesday, we decided to go for a little drive to Colorado City (yes, that Colorado City). I've driven past Colorado City a couple of times, but I've never really stopped or driven through the town. But, it turns out they make cheese; even better, they make squeaky cheese (i.e. cheese curds - a family favorite). So, we decided to take the little 35 minute jaunt to check it out.

As expected, the town is full of large to very large, unfinished houses (this is intentional, so they don't have to pay taxes). The women and children are dressed in old-fashioned dresses and attire (bluish gray dresses made from the same pattern are most common among the women and cotton button down shirts for the men and boys). But, in the middle of town, there is a nice big dairy. Since this was truly our destination, of course, we stopped. And the cheese curds were deliciously squeaky (very fresh!). It turns out there is even a small Community College there, too. Very interesting.

But, did you know there are actually two different Polygamist groups in that area? I didn't. If you keep on going another 1/2 - 1 mile or so past Colorado City, there is another completely different Polygamist group in a city call Central. The feeling is very different in Central. The houses are very, very large (mansions) and beautiful and finished! They have huge yards with very nice fences, playhouses, cars, and stuff. The yards and town are all very nicely manicured with expensive landscaping. And the women and children appeared to be dressed in more modern attire. I found this very interesting as well. (Apparently, my mom had seen a special on this group on a talk show or something. I guess they are very educated and modern there. They just simply choose to live a polygamist lifestyle, but they send their kids to college rather than marrying them super young and the kids get to choose whether they want to choose the lifestyle for themselves or not).

Anyway, I guess I have a better understanding of the different types of groups there are. And, although I don't agree with their lifestyle, I can understand them better when I see them at the store or garage sales or whereever. And I can definitely appreciate their cheese!

St. Paddy's Day

Tyler found the Pot O' Gold!

Being the not-so-creative mom that I am, I usually don't do much for Tyler on holidays (sad to say, but unfortunately true). But, luckily, Aunt Becca (and my mom) was in town for a brief visit, and she came with a totally cute and fun St. Patrick's Day surprise. She brought a "Pot O' Gold" (green bucket with gold wrapped candy) and we sent Tyler on a treasure hunt to find it. Here's how it worked:

We put a sticker on his cheek before he woke up, and, when he woke up, we told him it looked like the Leprechans had visited. Maybe they had even hid their pot of gold in the house. It just so happened there was a Leprechan trail (of green four-leaf clover confetti), so we told Tyler to follow the trail. Tyler caught on surprsingly fast, and laughed and shouted each step he found more of the "trail". At last, he found the "Pot O' Gold" and dug right into eating the candy (before breeakfast). He loved it!

Thanks, Becca for the great idea!

Tyler's Obsession

Ever since he was a baby, Tyler has loved shoes. In fact, I think it was like his fourth or fifth word. Who knew my son would take after me in my love for shoes? He's been putting his own shoes on for over 6 months (gotta love Crocks) and he even went through a phase of trying our shoes on. But now he's back to that phase, and only this time he's walking in our shoes. It really is very cute, so I had to share.

Tyler Turns 2

My baby turned 2; I guess that makes him not a baby anymore. He's doign big things now like talking in short sentences, repeating what we say even when we don't want him to, tearing up the house, wanting to help us with everything we do, and even sleeping in a big boy bed (which he is very proud of).

Although my cake decorating skills are lacking, this was really the best chocolate cake I've ever tried. Truth be told, I don't usually like cake that much, but this one was dense, moist, and yummy! Even Chris, the chocolate lover in our family, loved the cake enough that I thought I should share the recipe with everyone.

Since balloon is one of Tyler's favorite words, I couldn't leave them out of the celebration. He stared at them all day long and even made up a song about them (yes, my little buddy is a singer and loves to make up songs with the words he knows).

We decided to get him a big wheel for his birthday, since he loves to play outside. He was so excited when Chris put it together for him. I don't think he got off it until bedtime, and, even then, that's all he could talk and think about. It was a fun day for the Hoods!

Now, for that cake recipe.

Sour Cream Chocolate Cake

1 cup baking cocoa

1 cup boiling water

1 cup butter, softened

2 1/2 cups sugar

4 eggs

2 teaspoons vanilla extract

3 cups flour

2 teaspoons baking soda

1/2 teaspoon baking powder

1/2 teaspoon salt

1 cup (8 oz.) sour cream

FROSTING:

2 cups (12 oz) semisweet chocolate chips

1/2 cup butter

1 cup (8 oz) sour cream

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

4 1/2 to 5 cups powdered sugar

1. Dissolve cocoa in water; let stand until cool. In a large mixing bowl, cream butter and sugar until light and fluffy. Add eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition. Add vanilla.

2. Combine flour, baking soda, baking powder, and salt; add to creamed mixture alternately with sour cream, beating well. Add cocoa mixture; beat well.

3. Pour into greased and floured 9" round baking pans. Bat at 350 for 30-35 minutes (I swear it was actually more like 40-45 minutes) or until a toothpick inserted near the center comes out clean. Cool for 10 minutes before removing from pans to wire racks to cool completely.

4. In a heavy saucepan, melt chocolate chips and butter over low heat; stir until smooth. Remove from the heat; cool for 5 minutes. Place in a large mixing bowl. Add sour cream and vanilla; beat until blended. Add powdered sugar; beat until light and fluffy. Spread between layers and over top and sides of cake. Store in refrigerator.

Visits

My sister came to visit us for the weekend on her way home from a tradeshow she went to for work in Las Vegas. I love my sisters, so it was a wonderful semi-surprise but welcome visit. Luckily, we had enough of the house unpacked that I didn't have to worry too much about having her come to a complete mess. That way, we were able to just have fun. I got to spend two days with her, which was very nice. We did what we Sego girls love best, shopping for fabric and brousing boutiques. Then on Saturday morning, she came with me to a gardening class, which was very insightful. It was a nice, relaxing break from the stress of unpacking and other stuff. Thanks for coming down, Becca!

On Tuesday, Jeremy, Dana, and their kids also stopped by on their way home from visiting our relatives in Arizona. They had to go out of their way to do this, which I thought was very nice of them. (I think it added two hours to their already long drive). Although, it was just a brief visit, it was very nice to see and talk to them. It reminds me how much I love and miss my family. Thanks for stopping by, Jeremy!

Did I Tell You We Moved?

Guess what we did for Valentine's Day?

We MOVED, again!

Chances are you didn't know we were moving, because . . . . well, I didn't really tell hardly anyone. I know I said 7 months ago (or whenever we moved to St. George) that we weren't going to move for a long time. Well, I guess we changed our minds.

In an effort to cut back on expenses, we decided to move to a "smaller" house and pay less rent. So, we gave up the pool and the six bedroom (which we really didn't need, anyway). Luckily, we found a great four bedroom home in our same ward, which we were happy about since we love the ward we are in down here. For $400.00 less a month we get . . .

A kitchen that inspires me to cook! Woohoo!

No, really that's not all. But really I do LOVE the kitchen! It's huge! and beautiful (the pictures really don't begin to show how big and great it is, but take my word on it). We really feel like we lucked out to find such a nice home (granite countertops, slate floors, clean carpet, big garage). We love the house (even if I have to share the office with my sewing room). The neighborhood is great, too. It's kind of in a circle, so the street isn't busy at all. And there a tons of kids for Tyler to play with - when he's old enough to play, that is. (I will say that two kids have already stopped by to ask if they could play with Tyler. Very funny!)

Although, we will miss the pool, I think the trade off of an inspiring kitchen is well worth it! Please stop by if you're ever in the area.

The Super Sew

As most of you probably already know, I am not a fan of sports. I used to pretend to like them while I was single, but I never enjoyed them. Sure, I did my stints of showing school pride in high school and college, but, let's face it it was all for the guys that I hoped I might meet or impress. Thank goodness, I married a man who finds them equally as uninteresting.

So, of course, I didn't realize Sunday was the Super Bowl until I saw all the headlines on the newspapers we deliver. Then I have heard about it all morning on the radio today. I don't get it. I admit I used to like watching the Jazz play on occasion, before the lockout in the early 2000s. But the whole holding-out-for-more-money thing put me over the edge of disinterest for all sports. I admit I never really enjoyed watching football - NEVER. I mean why should I pay to watch someone else do their hobbies?

But this got me thinking - you know the whole pay to watch hobbies. I decided to start my own hobby-watching event. I love to sew, and I know I am good at it. I decided to start the NCSA (National Competitive Sewing Association). We will charge $50 per seat for the average seats and $80 for the good seats at regular season events. And $200 average/$500 good per seat for the "Super Sew" championships.

Now hiring team owners and coaches. League tryouts will be on Thursday. Who's with me?

Obviously, I'm joking. But you get the idea of how I feel about sports. I do wish I could be paid to do my hobbies, though.

Fluffy

Since the paper route has me getting up early and our church time changed to 9:00 a.m., I decided to find a solution to my hair situation for church. Last week, I had to wear it in a ponytail to church, since the route took longer than I expected and I didn't have time to do anything cuter with it. So, last night, I decided to try out a possible solution. I put my hair in sponge curlers (the only type of rollers I had). For some reason, I had imagined beautiful flowing curls. However, I think you can finish the story yourselves . . . Yes, when I took the curlers our this morning, I looked like a poof ball. Needless to stay, I ended up with a poofy ponytail. I guess this isn't my solution.

The weird thing is, I faintly remember trying this sponge roller solution out in college. It didn't work then either. When will I learn? I really need to get that temptation out of the way. Anyone want some sponge curlers?

The Paper Route

I guess I've been slacking lately about posting anything on my blog. Well, actually I haven't been slacking, I just haven't had anything I've really wanted to share. Perhaps it's a feeling of guilt that has pushed me to post - anything. Afterall, I've been reading the juicy or not-so-juicy tidbits of your lives, so I guess I should share the wealth (or mundaness of my life).

Well, Mr. Wonderful and I have recently picked up for a paper route. Yes, you read that right. Yeahhh! Woohoo! With work being slow, it seems like a good enough way to earn a little extra money. I should state that Chris signed us up (since he's most proud of this fact). Yesterday, we actually found ourselves arguing over whose route it was going to be (mine or his). Later, we had a great laugh over how pathetic our "arguement" was. But, we being pathetic people, are actually excited about this new "job". For me, it's a nice escape from being in the house all day. For Mr. Wonderful, it's something to keep him busy until work picks up more.

So, we started the route today, and we both half expected to be surrounded by 12 year-old boys on bikes or maybe cute little housewives when we picked up the papers for our route. Not so much, I think some of them may have been convicts and others druggies. Well, I'm pretty sure about that. Interesting.

The paper route is fine, but I think I'm really going to miss sleeping in (or going out of town). Don't worry, I'm not riding my bike around with the newspaper satchel around my neck. Now that would be too embarrassing.