Me, Me, Me

There have been a lot of things I meant to post lately: More of Rosalie's funny faces, plus her first tooth, at last!; The kids making homemade Valentine's that Grandma Songer taught them how to make; The freak of nature ice spike growing in the cat's water bowl. Alas, I would have to first catch all those things on camera and then load them onto my computer. Too much work! At least, in the middle of working on the basement and never being caught up on housework. So here's something I can just get off the internet and it will make you laugh, too. (My sister Victoria found a site where you can do trial makeovers free. I did these a month or so ago and haven't been back since. If you want to try it, it's at www.makeoversolutions.com.)
I think this is J. Lo's hair. No, it's Halle Berry's hair.
This is Starlet Alba's hair. I can't remember her first name just now.

Madame librarian.
Anika made this one for me. She called it Island girl. A fellow site user said I should do it right away, it makes me look 10 years younger.
This is Alicia Keyes hair. Just like my hair in high school only black.

Tagged

So, Charity tagged me and I'm finally getting around to listing 6 things about myself:

1. Like Charity, I love to read and would also love to write a book. Unlike Charity, I've never gotten as far as 120 pages. But I have written a children's book. I am trying to get Casey's Dad to illustrate it. He's trying to get me to make thumbnails for it. I'm not even artistic enough to do that, therefore, we are at an impasse. He's a great illustrator, see The Santa Claus Book, but he's also a great artist and therefore very busy getting works ready for shows and galleries. Here's a link to his page www.stevesonger.com

2. I love to sew. Unfortunately, my sewing machine tanked. To motivate myself to lose those last ten baby pounds, I'm going to buy myself a new sewing machine as soon as I do. More unfortunately, I also love to eat sweet foods--cake, cookies, etc. These do not help in the weight loss arena. But aren't kids entitled to home baked goodies in their childhood? Don't I have an obligation to help them have a happy home life? Isn't this the only way I can cook something that ALL my children like to eat? Yes, it is.

3. I miss my wildly naturally curly hair. It was a mess, it was huge, it was me. Now that I have kind of tame hair, I still don't know what to do with it, but it's also totally blah. Wah.

4. I'm a technidiot. My sister set up this blog for me. I just learned how to get pictures off my camera since starting the blog. I like to blame my lameness on the fact that my software engineer husband can do it all so much faster, but really, I'm just lazy. Or old. Or fuddy.

5. I'm not a very social person. Maybe I'm shy, maybe I'm just very private. So why am I sharing this information? Because the people who read this are my only friends. I have to hold on to my old friends because it's hard for me to make new ones. Why do you all have to live so far away?

6. I'm a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. You all know this already, but it is one of the things that most defines who I am, so I list it. On the same topic, I meant to write about the passing of our prophet, Gordon B. Hinckley. He was such a great man. I will so miss his sense of humor. But he wanted to be with his wife again, and how can you grudge him that.

Oh please, let it stop

So, I have this glass brick in my window with a ribbon tied around it. It looks like a block of ice and I was going to get vinyl stickers to put on it that read "Let it Snow!" I never have gotten around to it, what with canceling most of my trips anywhere lately. Now I think I will take it outside and drop it, hard, on the cement. If I could only find the cement. Just the thought of more snow feels like bad luck.
When we woke up this morning it had snowed another 18 inches in the night. And it snowed all day long. We have over two feet of fresh snow on top of all the other snow. They canceled church and had everyone calling everyone else to see who needed help shoveling out or clearing roofs. We also just learned that school is canceled tomorrow.
Here are some pictures, for those of my friends and family who live in the desert, the South, a tropical island, or California. For reference, Anderson is four feet tall with his boots on.I think the wild animals saw it coming. There were about forty wild turkeys sheltering in the park a month back. They usually stay up in the hills. And a raccoon came into our garage after the cat food one day last week. When we finally chased it out, it ran around the house close in where the snow is lowest and then fell? jumped? into our window well. I didn't know this until the next day, when I happened to go down to the basement to look through the storage for something. It looked pretty sad by then. I put a board down for it to climb out on, threw it some cat food, which insult caused it to look much sadder, and then left it alone. I didn't want to encourage it by giving it handouts, but I also didn't want a dead raccoon in our window well. I hoped the food would revive it enough that it could leave. Once it realized the cat food was edible, it got moving enough to sniff more of it out of the snow. I didn't see when it left, I'm just glad it did. The kids, (and friend Katie) on the other hand, thought it was the coolest thing ever.

So much to blog, so little time

So much has happened lately, I haven't had time to post. So here's a bunch of unrelated stuff that has happened.

Here's a picture of Anika. She went ice skating on Tuesday and got a bad sprain, we thought. She still couldn't put any weight on it by Thursday, so we took her in to the instacare at the clinic. The doctor showed us the X-rays one by one and the first four showed nothing, which probably explains why he sounded surprised when we got to the last one. "Oh, that is fractured." It wasn't in her ankle, it was on her shin bone. The swelling in the ankle was from twisting it and landing on it. The fracture was from whacking it hard on the way down. She doesn't complain much except when Meredith or Anderson jumps onto the couch, which has been forbidden to them, and bumps her leg.

Here's a picture of the snowload on our house. And Lissa on the way to school as Casey is shoveling.

I have gotten my cars stuck in the snow more times in the last month than in the last five years. It makes for a really stressfull day when I have to call the flute teacher or piano teacher (again) to tell them we are stuck in our driveway and can't come. Even more stressful when the van battery is dead, Casey is in Salt Lake, it's parent teacher conference and I'm not sure if I'll make it there. I had to leave some of the kids home because I can't fit them all in the car and Anika had to be in charge from her bed on the couch.

Okay, so it took me three hours just to write this much. I get interrupted a lot. So I'll write more later.