Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Some people aggressively FOLLOW the crowd

Some take an aggressive stance AGAINST them. Like in cooking. I LOVE MY MOM.

His first trip to Kirtland.

Where we had a missionary ask us if we were "dating"... ha!

Monday, December 29, 2008

Annual trip to PetLand in the 614 with the Boys to Oooh and Awww over pets we would never be able to afford.
I can't even count how many photos (mostly because I keep deleting them by the dozens) I have like this as a result of me getting on my computer, not realizing that my little brother left the "Photo Booth" on. It has been quite a few crazy days for him, as he has accumulated over 250 photos and 30 movies. But, hey, it beats him playing video games all day, right?


Sunday, December 28, 2008

monkeying around

With my favorite monkeys: (L to R) Goop, MonkMonk, and Monkeybread

OH...IO!

All of us (my sister, dad, husband and I) experienced out first Ohio State game...ever. It was awesome. OSU Men's Basketball game vs. West Virginia. Lucky us to come for the first loss of the season! 

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Sports+Art Analogy

I was thinking about an analogy that can be made between sports and art. If you are a fan of one but not the other, hear me out. This was some deep thinking.

Sports and Art are essentially the same thing: a phenomenon. Everyone is exposed to either at some point in their lives, but usually the interaction is minimal at most. And this experience is displaced at least once: (in the case of art) it is a photograph or otherwise a reproduction of a work of art and (in the case of sports) it is a visual and sound recording of the actual event, usually delayed a few seconds thanks to a wardrobe malfunction a few years back.

But, when you actually are THERE: in the sports arena, in the art museum or gallery, you are interacting, experiencing, smelling, tasting, feeling, seeing--this last part is especially so because you as the viewer are deciding what to see when you are there. It is not a two-dimensional thing in front of you since you can walk behind it, around it, and view it from 1000 different angles than the one the camera can give you.

I think that is why I love attending museums and football/baseball/hockey/soccer/basketball games. You are left to your own devices in deciding what to pay attention to. You can pay attention to the audience, the show, the architecture around you, or anything else you so choose. I suppose you could also say the same thing about music and attending a concert.

Experience is the most wonderful thing in the world and I pity the person who has never attended a living, breathing thing such as a museum, concert, or sporting event. It is so...alive. Bustling with activity and just fantastic. I have no better words to describe it. In the words of Bob Marley, "This is my message to you.." and it is to LIVE.
Case in point: D and I drove across the country and stopped in Kansas City to watch a baseball game. No idea who they were playing, and the game wasn't terribly interesting, but look how beautiful the stadium is, with the fountains and the light-up crown. And we shared an ice cream sundae in a KC mini baseball cap. What a great way to break up a 24-hour drive!

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Maybe I'll try my hand at being a chocolatier?

I like to think this is one of the reasons why its the most wonderful time of the year...

Made some Buckeyes today..






P.S. I also finished Girl in Hyacinth Blue, Drowning Ruth and Party Crashing. And watched Girl in the Pearl Earring. All are excellent and I highly recommend them.

Monday, December 22, 2008

I look like Rachel Bilson??? Be Jealous!


My "Celebrity Heritage..." and it actually doesnt include Sarah Jessica Parker!

This is what happens when I have too much time on my hands over Christmas break.

Not too shabby, right?

Sunday, December 21, 2008

on a side note..

Thanks, M for taking care of our little KG! We know he is in good hands!

Another view of the Garden...on ice

Pics from Saturday.
Little b and me with our Barbie-sized Lobster Bisques.
The happy couple. I can't think of how many photos we have like this from all the games we go to. Wait, I just counted: 14 since we met and counting!

This is what Christmas break looks like this week...

cute, huh?

where the fans throw snowballs into the air in celebration of every touchdown...

Patriots game.Nonstop snow + Big W + Freezing cold = AWESOME.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

there are some days when i am nowhere near the perfect wife. today was one of those days. the whole family went to a nice boston bruins game (and won, making us 2-0 for the weekend so far) but then we came home and BYU's basketball team lost (2-1) and the football game is hit or miss with a quarter to go. i was grumpy at D because 1) i was taking a nap and he happened to be the unfortunate soul bouncing a basketball off a wall, 2) i really wanted to go to an art museum, or anything really other than sports but i'm just too passive to ask, 3) i was pms-ing, 4) i had gone nearly 3 days without a workout and had so much pent-up frustration i couldn't control it. i quickly signed up for a workout trial at the nearby BSC for $20, and when i asked him about it beforehand, he verbally announced his disapproval at the "waste" of money (even when his dad mentioned the fee for a ONE DAY visitor was $15)...in front of half his family.

[[So here's my deal about the obsessive working out: I have worked out consecutively an average of six days a week, an hour or more a day without a break longer than 2 days for almost the last two years. i firmly believe that the reasons for starting and my reasons for working out now have significantly changed: i started out wanting to lose weight, i now workout get strong and healthy and to blow some steam. i never had to worry about what would happen if i couldn't/didn't work out for more than 2 days because the problem never posed itself...until today. i love working out and it is the key to making and keeping me happy, especially since i started integrating strength training in the last month or so. i love feeling so strong and powerful. power is sexy. plus, when i don't work out, i lose motivation to read, paint, sleep, do anything, productive or otherwise. i just start to go crazy. its a fact.]]

what followed was me storming up the stairs, putting on my coat and shoes and storming outside for a walk as i called my sister and yelled expletives while i plowed through the six inches of snow in the sidewalks as she patiently listened and offered advice. she calmed me down (even though she was over 12 hours delayed at the airport in leaving for home), i signed up for the pass, quickly changed, and had C drop me off to BSC on the way to his gf's. i was still fuming till about 15 minutes into my run when the fume turned into euphoria and i felt terrible for what i did. an hour and 45 minutes later, i came home, apologized profusely and was greeted by a "thats ok. well, actually thats not ok. its really annoying."

sigh. i am a terrible wife. its days like this that i really question passions. i am passionate about working out. running. creating. art. health. reading. sometimes, even sports. his passion is sports and i feel its the only one he will ever share with me and that is ok. but i wish he would at least accept my passions as mine and therefore a part of his life. especially when i am out of my element to begin with. 

on a brighter note, i read a few weeks ago a runner's world article from john bingham ("up and over," January 2009) about the tipping point, when he felt like he was really part of the running community. while i have been running on and off for a few years (since 2000), i have spent countless dollars on running shoes, tops, socks, ipods and other running gear, but i never bought a pair of running tights. a few weeks ago i did. and while i have not been able to run outside (yet) since i purchased them (sick for 2 weeks followed by inches of snow and ice), i have run in them. and while they do feel ever so much like the skinny pants i loathe so much (since i actually have shape to my butt and thighs), those $50 i spent made me feel like a REAL runner for the first time in my life. 3 months, 15 days till my first half marathon. i can't wait.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Snowing in the Jungle

Yeah we went to the Celtics game tonight. With $500 third row tickets (Thanks to Papa M... we will scrapbook the tickets and love them forever!!) They beat the Bulls, we saw Usain Bolt (I love him!) and our favorite dynamic duo KG and PP and we are working on 12+ inches of snow here in Boston. There's no blizzard that really compares to a New England winter storm! Aside from seriously missing my running workouts, it has been a good three days. Tomorrow we go to a Bruins game and spend the night downtown, and then to the PATRIOTS game Sunday! Awesome.

KG and Me

I just read Marley and Me last night/this morning. It was so good, I could not put it down, even with the sleeves of my tshirt soaked in tears and an embarrassing display of mucus streaming down my face. What a book. I give it 5 of 5 stars. Everyone should read this book. It has so many life lessons and things to think about. Like, every 1 in 6 pregnancies end in miscarriage. Really?Which made me start thinking about my eating habits. 2009 will mark the first year that I can actually start thinking about the plausibility of having a baby growing inside of me, since I will be fulfilling my father's strict instructions to us by completing my schooling before having children. A living being! And then I thought, what kind of an environment have I been creating in my body in preparation for this? Probably half of what I ate yesterday had some form of refined sugar, mostly chocolate. Even though I am strictly anti-soda/carbonation, alcohol, smoking, and drugs (prescribed or otherwise) other than a multivitamin I really eat more garbage (nutritionally speaking) than I should. 

So, after reading that book, two things popped up in my mind as my new #1 and #2 New Year's Resolutions. #1 Eat nutritionally balanced (encouraging D to do the same) and #2 to be more patient. Yeah, my boys may be a handfull but they are my boys after all and I love them that way. Especially after reading that book, I have never been so appreciative of my locura of a little KG and his quirky personality. I just wish we could have been with him this year for Christmas.

Key,Melon, Egg, and Market Baskets (Cathead to come soon)






KM the flute player

I was looking through my wedding photos the last few days and thinking about how fast and wonderful that whole day was.
KM and a few friends were our musical entertainment and were FABULOUS! It was the most meaningful (and my favorite!) gift I got from ANY of my friends because it was from the heart.
And then, I realized something terrible: I never got a SINGLE picture with KM that day! SAD!! I wish I could just rewind 2 1/2 years ago and fix it but I can't. I can't even apologize to her in person (or over the phone) because she is in Paris till next summer.
So if you are reading this, KM, I love you. You are the most wonderful awesome and amazing friend a girl could ask for and (I'm putting it in writing lest I forget) I swear no matter where or when YOU get married, I will be in attendance on your wedding day. (not that I am even pregnant now but) Even if I am 9 months pregnant and your wedding is in Japan, I WILL GO.
Because thats what friends do. 
I miss you! KM, you rock! :) Even if you are too far away...

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

basket. case.

sisters

Sometimes, mostly when I'm surrounded with brothers-in-law, I feel bad for Drew because he never had a sister. And really, brothers are cool and all, but I love my sisters. Especially when they take me to free senior project shows or give me amazing books about political things, I realize, maybe we're more similar than we think.
Day 1 back in Beantown and after a long day of travel, I'm relieved to be off to kickboxing!

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Craft as Art?

A year ago I would have said no way.


But a year ago I was not quite as educated as I am now in the mysterious ways of art. 
Courtesy: Mama D (P.S. Thanks! We Love Them!)

Playing in the Snow at 1 am

As excited as I was about our first REAL snowfall of the season, there was one in our family whos excitement completely surpassed mine. Even though it was the wee hours of the morning (when we all should have been sleeping), Kevs raced outside and started his frolicking, attempting to chase every single grain of snow that fell onto his precious leaves.
Nine Hours and about three inches later, he is gone, leaving behind only his little prints in the snow. I suppose it is fitting he should like the snow so much, since almost 11 months ago to the day we found his mom sitting just outside our home in two feet of snow. And the snow continues to fall... hopefully back East too!

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Hala Faisal... BBC News

I came across the most beautiful story today on the BBC news. Hala Faisal is a painter in Syria who really lives her art, even through all the oppression she is forced to endure from where she lives. In a place where freedom of expression is so tightly controlled, this woman has really gone above and beyond as an artist who expresses herself, protects herself, and loves herself through her art. 
One of our professors in the Art Education Department, Dr. Beattie, went on a sabbatical to Syria a few months ago and is returning next week to finish some work. The few stories she has told us in Curriculum class of her Syria experience both fascinate me and frighten me as a woman. You should watch this movie of this noble woman, Ms. Hala Faisal. I know if I had the opportunity to go to Syria on sabbatical, she would be the first person I'd want to visit.
Watch:
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The Big FOUR

This has been quite the week for me. 
Friday I finished my curriculum "From the Outside...In."

Saturday I (started and) finished my research paper on Ms. Barney.

Sunday I made chocolate chip waffles for the first time and I FINISHED my fifth and final basket by the day's end. Photos to come soon.

Monday I completely scraped what I wrote on Saturday and re-wrote my research paper THEN went on to study all 24 chapters of Geology vocabulary.

Sometimes, I even amaze myself in what I can do. But there is always more to be done. I still need to finish making/buying Christmas gifts.

It has been exhausting, exciting, and quite a challenging weekend. But I love the business of it. Because life at a standstill is really no life at all. At least not one I plan on being involved in.

I already have four books to read over my two-week vacation: 
1. A Runner's Guide for Women
2. Blink
3. Party Crashing:How the Hip-Hop Generation Declared Political Independence
4. Girl in Hyacinth Blue

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Running Running

Well, I pulled my first school-related all nighter last night, finally getting to bed around 8am Friday morning. 

BUT my curriculum is complete, three inches thick, and gorgeous. Though, it was heartbreaking to give to my teacher when I thought back to how many hours I slaved over the documents therein. It was a little sad too to think that I have never before worked on a single artwork for that many hours. I feel like my curriculum should be placed in some museum or institution for all to see and admire, it is such a profound and comprehensive work of art. It pains me to think that only two people will ever have fully read it, myself included. But, it is over with and we are on to more important matters... like Running!

I ran my 3rd 5k of the year (and the semester) last Saturday with M. It was great, I made a PR and even managed to make it to Yoga a few minutes late afterwards. Unfortunately, it began the official (unofficial was on Thursday) start of my bug. The virus still persists, but I refuse to resort to meds. I will press on and hopefully a week from now will be running full throttle again. This week was a minor setback, but I am glad to have it out of the way before vacation and the half-marathon in April. Less than four months away.

And tonight I completed Christmas presents for both my secret santa and d. I still have to work on the one for D but that will have to wait till Monday. Now off to work on that research paper, 5th (and last!) basket, and study for Geology (gag). Also, you should check out this video I posted today on my other blog of Kevs on the attack. Its pretty funny. And accurate.

Its not that we are trying to be rude..

But why we hide the toilet paper in the bathroom cabinet is not without good reason. Take a look. And yes, he does do this with just about any paper product.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Curriculumming Zombie

Here I am again. This time, the last time.
Curriculumming.
Due in approximately 13.5 hours from now.
In three hours, I will have not slept for almost 24 hours.
My curriculum binder is already three inches and getting bigger by the hour. I miss my husband. I miss my bed. I am sick of computers. I am sick with a virus. I am ready to fall apart...
Must...
Stay...
Awake...

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

just call me posh

I love love love new jewelry. Maybe that is why I feel the need to photograph it, play with it, and otherwise document it so I know for sure that I love it. This particular collection comes from Lia Sophia and I just got it yesterday. Unfortunately, the only one who notices my new jewelry most of the time, is Kevs. 
And even then, he has his own devilish goal: to destroy it just enough so that I will discard it and allow him to play with it. I have so many broken necklaces I have developed a collection since he's been born. Its a good thing Lia Sophia comes with a lifetime guarantee...
My art making has been put on momentary hold as I am furiously curriculumming (due Friday! and its almost Wednesday!) and working on an artist profile/research paper (due Thursday!) on Cassandra Barney (this is one of her magnificent paintings).

Note: You should never try to complete a research paper on one of your professor's wives. Especially when she is absolutely amazing. My thesis is that it is possible to be a successful mother/wife/artist, and she is living proof of that. her blog is incredible and full of amazing insights on family and her art. It is also over 400 pages in a word document that I just finished reading. Now I have to write a paper to that does justice to the life she has so beautifully created. I have never felt so under-qualified for anything in my life....

Monday, December 08, 2008

If you give a cat a cupcake

Sometimes I get these desperate necessities that just pop up and won't go away until I fulfill what they demand. Sometimes its in Art. Sometimes in working out. And sometimes, well...
Last night, it started out with an innocent act: making chicken enchiladas. As soon as I finished, I declared that I was "done" cooking/baking for the day, and if Drew wanted to make dessert, he would have to do so himself. I have been sick since Thursday and had not gotten anything done all weekend, and I was desperate to finish SOMEthing by Sunday night. 
So I go to work on my second basket (that should have been done in October when we went down to L.A.), the cathead, and listened to T.V. silently cursing under my breath as I wrestled with the reeds. I finally finished, close to midnight, and finished folding the last bits of laundry I had done, which was all well and good except for one serious mistake: I decided to do the dishes, since they had piled up from my cooking and Drew's cookie-making of the evening.
After dishes, I realized the kitchen counter needed a good "all-purposing." Then I went to the bathroom since I forgot to clean it this week. And then the living room needed straightening, the litter box needed cleaning...
Before I knew it it was 1:00 AM and here I was, sick with a cold, in a tshirt and slippers, in below-freezing temperatures, sweeping/raking the sidewalk in front of our house, and I just thought, What am I doing? I was a woman possessed. Even my cat was giving me funny looks. It kind of reminded me of that book, "If you give a cat a cupcake..." If you haven't read it you should. Its good reading...
P.S. The 5k was cold, full of TuTu's (they ran out before Zum and I got there) and I hit a PR even with a hilly, cold course and shin splints!

Friday, December 05, 2008

Graphic Novel

Tonight I watched a part of the movie adaptation of the graphic novel, Persepolis. Although I didn't get to watch the whole thing (which I was okay with, since I have read both books and highly recommend them!), it got me thinking about this novel concept of graphic novels.

For those of you who don't know what I am talking about (and it isn't pornographic), A graphic novel is a type of comic book, usually with a lengthy and complex storyline similar to those of novels, and often aimed at mature audiences. The term also encompasses comic short story anthologies, and in some cases bound collections of previously published comic book series (wikipedia).

It amazes me how little I knew of such things when I was growing up. To my parents (and thus to me), these were "boy" things; not for little girls. My favorite show for the last few years has been "Smallville," and even after researching and learning so much about this complex phenomena (because in my opinion, that is what it has become) I feel I know so little. The pop art movement, combined with the influx of graphic novels, has really changed our society (like how there is a "comic book" setting on my Photo Booth application).

Having watched Persepolis, and V for Vendetta a few weeks back, I am astounded at the universal messages sent through these graphic novels. Read one. Watch one. I dare you to come away from one still thinking they are just "comics" little boys like to buy, sell, trade or read. There is so much more to discover. One only needs to take the first step... it is a part of our Visual Culture, after all!

home alone on a friday night...

... or so went our anthem four years ago, (we went so far as to write a song for Keely's guitar!) for a whopping 5 weeks until we made friends. We certainly were an overdramatic bunch. I just stumbled upon this picture this evening and it seemed so appropriate, 20 days before Christmas. Even though we are all living in different states once again, I will always have love for these lovely ladies: My first family away from home.

Thursday, December 04, 2008

adventures in babysitting

Last night was so fun. Drew and I babysat for  a family in our ward with three boys ages 3 years, 20 months, and 2 months. The youngest we usually don't watch, so it is just the two nursery-agers that we get to play with. We had pizza (feeding it to our dinosaurs as well, watched THREE pixar movies (Cars, Toy Story and Bug's Life) and each boy went on a walk with me to our house to visit KG while the other stayed home with Drew. Needless to say, both boys had similar reactions upon seeing our cat: MASS HYSTERIA CRYING. It was bad. And of course our cat wanted to meet the boys, smell them, play with them, etc so he kept meowing "hello's" and they just kept crying. We later found out they had recently watched "Secrets of Nimh" or some movie  like that where a cat is the bad guy. That explains a lot. Anyways, it was still fun to hang out with them and play their favorite game: PhotoBooth. Even if they think our KG is evil :)
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