Sunday, November 01, 2009

The Candy War

(Sort of like the Crimean War, but with a lot more bloodshed, agony, and tears)

You know that limit that every reasonable person has within them to put up with things that they do not agree with? Well, I've hit that limit big time today about candy. Oddly enough, none of this has anything to do with Halloween.

My children are given enough candy throughout a normal week to put a gorilla into a sugar coma that would last long enough for his mate to think he was dead and nominate another to father her little gorilla-ings.

Case in point:

Sunday October 11-- children get full sized candy bars from Primary for watching Conference (for those of you who are not LDS, just focus on the idea of a three year old sauntering toward her mother with a full sized snickers bar given to her as a reward for doing something religious)

Every Tuesday and Thursday since September 1st-- Three year old daughter is given two gummi bears, a tootsie roll and two suckers each day from her preschool teacher

Parties at school -- more candy and treats

Birthdays at school -- candy and treats passed out to the kids from the precious birthday boy or girl because Mommy just can't bear the thought that little Johnny could go to school on his birthday without a truckload of sugar to give his friends.

The Sunday after Halloween -- kids are given candy hand over fist as rewards for saying their parts as they practice for the primary program. (Again, readers who are not LDS, focus on the candy...)

What is a conscientious mother to do? Am I the only one here that is aware of childhood obesity and diabetes and other related diseases that are rising at alarming rates? When did childhood become a spouse to candy? I know that for each of these people who are giving the candy it is easy to think that it's just something that happens on occasion, but for the parents of these kids who see the big picture, an "occasion" happens all of the time. Kind of like how it's always happy hour somewhere in the world. Little Johnny's birthday may come only once a year in that family, but what about the other 24 kids in the class? And my kids get treats for each and every one of those occasions.

The irony about all of this is the adults in this country that whine and complain because they just can't seem to give up their favorite foods in order to lose weight. Well, where do you think you learned to love those foods? For me, candy brings back memories, and often the same candy that I loved as a child, I love now mostly for sentimental reasons. This is a HUGE reason for me to want to limit candy for my kids, I don't want them to have health problems that originated because they were given too much candy as a kid! I have always looked at my children like they were a perfect blank slate when they were born, and everything bad that goes into their bodies sullies that slate. It makes me sick to think of their pure healthy little bodies being marred by all of that junk and crap.

Not only that, but it should be my prerogative to give my kids a treat, one that isn't as unhealthy and one that happens on a special occasion, and it pisses me off to no end that I have to curb that because some other unauthorized person stole that right from me by giving my kids candy.

Everyone--- just stop giving my kids candy!!

I want to make T shirts for my kids that say "Please do not feed the children candy."

I will say that I have decided to fight back though, I'm tired of passively hoping that this will resolve itself, so I have taken measures to coax the candy from my kids' hands. The most ingenious of these was inspired by my dentist who has a treasure box full of cheap toys that the kids get to pick from each time they visit, and my kids act like it's Christmas when they go to the dentist. So, I decided to hop on over to Oriental Trading's website and ordered myself 60$ worth of "treasure box" toys for my kids, and they can "buy" them from me with a piece of candy. So far, it's going over like gang busters. The afternoon that the toys arrived, my daughter and son came home from school with suckers, and when I told them they could trade it for a trip to the treasure box, they plopped them over without a moment's hesitation. Yeah, I felt pretty dang smart. I even have my son's friends bringing their candy over to trade! But since I don't care as much about the candy consumption of my neighbor's kids, I told my son that he can buy toys for his friends with his candy, not theirs (Hey, don't judge, I'm not made of money here). I think it's a great idea if I do say so myself, but the only problem with it is that they have to save their candy and hand it over instead of eating it instantly which they did today in Primary.

The war is not over though, I'll keep fighting the good fight, and I'm confident that I'll come out victorious in the end!

***by the way, the irony that this post comes right after a candy giveaway post is not lost on me.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Itty Bitty London--Giveaway!!!


I've been wanting to do this since I got back from my trip to London in September, you see, I bought some extra chocolate over there with the intention to give it to you, my beloved readers! So here's the gag: Answer the question that correlates to one or more of the lettered pictures in the collage and I'll send you some of my favorite British Chocolate. Each picture is taken in London, England and nowhere else--there are no trick questions. Click on the picture to enlarge it.


A. What Building is this? London's Transport Museum -- Juli Congrats!
B. What Building is this? St. Paul's Cathedral -- Raelena Congrats!
C. Where is this sign found? Covent Garden -- Melinda
D. Where is this Statue found? Trafalgar Square -- Lisa L. Congrats Lisa!!
E. What is this? The London Eye -- Raelena Congrats!
F. Where is this Picture taken? By the river Thames -- Sarah
G. Where is this Statue found? Picadilly Circus -- Raelena Congrats!
H. What is this from? Wagamama's dessert menu -- Sarah
I. Where is this picture taken? A fountain at Trafalgar Square -- Melinda
J. What is the name of this fountain? The Diana memorial fountain in Hyde Park -- Kara
K. Where is this picture taken? Wagamama's -- Sarah


-- Contestants may use any means to find the answers to the questions, so long as it is honorable and legal (honor to be determined by me)

-- Each entry must be entered as a comment to this post (no email entries will be valid) with the letter clearly typed first, and then your answer

-- Each person can answer for as many pictures as they want, but can only win for the first three correctly answered.

-- Winners will be determined on a first come first served basis, i.e., first correct answer to the picture question wins.

-- Contest is only open to US residents, each winner must be able to provide a valid US address, or the next chronological winner will be chosen.

-- Contest is open for as long as it takes to determine winners for all of the questions

-- I reserve the right to make judgment calls or to alter the rules as I see fit

-- None of this is legally binding, and should not be treated as such.

So everybody, take your time, do your research, and enjoy yourselves because I have some to-die-for-chocolate just waiting to be eaten by you! Good luck! I hope this isn't too easy or I'll be totally embarrassed...

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Happy Halloween!

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My Sister-in-law did this, and I just couldn't resist copying her!

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Oh Ralph.

Take a look at this awful thing that popped into my "salemail" email today. Ralph Lauren--what were you thinking dear old man? This skirt is so dowdy that I can hardly even imagine my Grandmother wearing it. Do the designers for Ralph really think that a young hip woman wants a skirt with horse bits printed all over it? I mean even if you like horses! This is right up there with Christmas sweaters. If one of the contestants on Project Runway had sent this down the catwalk, they'd be prime for an "Auf Wiedersehen" from the fabulous Heidi herself.

Almost as bad, is the Nordstrom buyer that actually put that in the store. Honey, two wrongs do not make a right, and not everything that comes from a designer is fashionable. Think for yourself, or hey Nordstrom, hire me!

What do you guys all think?

Saturday, October 03, 2009

UGG Boots Giveaway!!!

As you all may know, I live in my Ugg Boots in the winter and winter is coming up, if you don't have Ugg Boots, well, you just haven't been living properly.

Here's your big chance to rectify that, follow this link to enter an Ugg Boots giveaway from Whooga. It's so simple, all you have to do is post their badge on your public blog or website and send them a link (the instructions are on the link above). And hey, if you already have a pair or two, you know how fantastic they are and you'll be wanting another because they're getting lonely...

This giveaway is open to people in any country, and I believe they have one every month, so get to it!

Seriously, why are you still reading this?

Friday, September 11, 2009

An Ode

Last night I saw a movie that moved me.  A movie by the name of 17 Again.  I've been wanting to see this movie for some time, but as you can probably imagine, Jon (my husband) was less than interested, so I had to wait until he went out of town.  And bless his hardworking heart, he has been gone all week, so last night after coaxing my oldest child and the last of three into bed and ignoring his emphatic complaints about his arm hurting (my son suffers from very mysterious pains that come on suddenly and without relief whenever he has to go to bed or do homework or chores or whenever he gets in trouble...), I bounded up the stairs, plopped on the couch and rented 17 Again from my cable company's way over priced on demand movie database.

Now, I've never seen a Zac Efron movie, and I've never really been a fan, but I am a sucker for any movie that deals with time travel in any form--especially those which feature people going back to High School.  I don't know, maybe the whole I'm-back-at-high-school-but-I-have-the-perspective-of-an-adult thing appeals to me.  At any rate, there I was watching this movie, almost half expecting to not like it because it seems that more often than not these types of movies are not done well and lack "heart" if you will.  Almost instantly I found myself falling in love with Zac Efron's character, and I continued to fall deeper as I watched him stick up for his kids, tell off the resident bully, fumble geekily through this generation's culture, and his inability to take his eyes off of his wife.  Is there anything sexier than a man who can't stop thinking about his wife??

It was the kind of movie that makes you think about it for the rest of the night, and into the morning and then on to your computer to blog about it...

I now understand the appeal of Zac Efron.  I get it.  He's a hottie, I'll admit it.  (Don 't feel bad for Jon, he has his own Hollywood crushes--Kate Beckinsale and Lucy Liu to name a few)

Looks like I'll be renting High School Musicals 1-3 this weekend.  And purchasing 17 Again so that I can swoon anytime I want to.

I still don't love the perfectly coiffed hair though--I like something a little messier thank you.

Monday, August 10, 2009

My Birthday Wish

This year's Birthday has come and gone, but one of these August 7th's, my birthday dream is to have a cake made by these guys.

Actually, while I'm dreaming, I would love to spend the day with them and help them make my cake and just generally enjoy their company.  I have loved this show from the first moment I saw it, and heaven knows I LOVE cake--even fondant.

...But alas, I live in Utah and they are based out of Baltimore, and I don't have thousands to spend on a birthday cake, and I'm not anyone special that they would actually let me into their bakery to make my cake with them.

Yet another reason to hate celebrities (they get everything they want, have you noticed?).

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Conversations with Gabe

Generally when I talk to Gabe, my seven year old son, it is nothing to write about (Clean your room, no you may not play video games or eat candy all day long)--but yesterday we had a conversation that I though you'd all enjoy:

Gabe:  Mom, does everyone have a home?

Me: Everyone should have a home to protect them from the outside, but no, not everyone has a home.

Gabe: Especially the Africans, huh mom?

Me (Incredulous and wondering why he would even think this way, we have never EVER said anything remotely racist): No Gabe-- anyone can be homeless.  It doesn't matter if you are black or white or any other race.

Gabe:  No mom, I meant in Africa because of the lions and elephants.

Me (sheepishly): Oh.  Yeah, I guess it is pretty important to have protection when you live in Africa.

And a few days ago:

Gabe:  Mom, I don't want to watch Yo Gabba Gabba.

Me:  Then don't watch it.

Gabe (very distraught):  But then what am I going to do if I don't want to play?

Me:  You could work... (??!!)

Yep, I'm blessed with the only kids in the history of time that don't like to "play."  I blame it all on technology.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Things That Bug Me

In no particular order:

*Some of you may recall how I feel about Parents Magazine (of which I am still receiving issues despite my having not renewed the subscription).  Tonight I found this little gem in the latest issue:

"She stays fit chasing after her 1-year-old son, Jake."

I never really know how to feel after reading things like this--after all, I've had three kids and never once was I able to "stay fit" just by chasing after them, and I start to wonder, is her kid running 10 miles a day at 10 miles per hour? Or is my kid just really lazy?  I have to conclude however, that chasing after a toddler is not really an effective form of exercise, and I just want people to call a spade a spade:

"My metabolism is unnaturally high, and I'm able to stay thin just by sitting around and watching my 1-year-old son, Jake play with his blocks."

At least then we would be spared the intellectual insult.

*Phone Solicitors.  16 out of the last 30 phone calls our house received were solicitors.  Which essentially means that I am paying about 15 dollars a month for people I don't know to call and send me into a panic-induced chase to the phone while my poopy-bottomed son wriggles around smearing poop on his changing table just to find out that I'm not getting a phone call from a long lost friend, but someone who swears that they can lower our mortgage payment.  Now I know you all mean well, but please don't give me the "Just opt out" speech, because I've opted out about a million times, and I've listened to the full recorded message only to find out that there is no option to press a button and be removed from the calling list.  It just isn't happening, they just aren't going away.  So instead I'm thinking heavily of discontinuing my land line and just using the cell phone I pay an arm and a leg for anyway.  Unfortunately for the people who will be getting my old phone number, I will continue to give it out when asked by retailers what my phone number is.  Sorry future phone number possessors, but otherwise the purpose would be defeated.

*People who can't read our family names.  My youngest son's first name is Axel.  Nothing special, just Axe with an L sound at the end--you know like a certain guitarist from a certain 80's hair band (not his namesake by the way).  And for illustration purposes, let's pretend that his surname is Fellstrod (and by the way it is surprisingly difficult to make up a fake name that is similar syllable wise to your real name).  Tonight at the pharmacy while I was filling a prescription of his, the pharmacist called out "Alex Failstord."  I'm assuming she knows how to read because it takes a fair amount of schooling to become a pharmacist, but that is really only an assumption.  After 8 years of similar situations however, I start to wonder if the human brain can only handle a certain amount of letters before it shuts down it's ability to sight read.  In Axel's case, that would be only one letter--A.  Apparently if your name is anything more unique than Bob Smith--people just can't handle.  Another reason this bothers me is that it's as if people are operating under the scenario that I have obviously misspelled my own son's name and that I must have meant Alex instead of Axel.  It's a good thing that I didn't go with the original spelling of his name that I wanted: Axl.  I think people would have had an aneurism trying to read that (my parents are going to have a heyday with this).

*Allergies.  I always thought that it would totally suck to have a kid with allergies, and now I know definitively that it does indeed suck to have a kid with allergies.

*Everything-- at a particular time of the month.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Bathing Suits--or is it Swimming Suits?

I love Bathing Suits and Swimming suits of most kinds-- the decorative, the utilitarian, the racing, the rash guards, and the board shorts, but I really don't care for stringy bikinis. I think I've always loved bathing suits, but it really gained speed in high school when I joined the swim team. Being on the swim team has forever cured me of a fear of wearing a bathing suit. I became very comfortable in them. Now and since then, I usually have upwards of about 20 bathing suits in my closet and multiple other accessories like rash guards and board shorts. Lately though, it seems that I usually only end up wearing the utilitarian type in the swimming pool or to the beach. This is because when I spend nearly 100$ on a new bathing suit, the idea of soaking it in chlorine (Gasp!) or salt water and sand (double Gasp!) makes me want to cry. This leaves me with one option: wearing it to lounge around the pool while I read and sip on cold drinks. Unfortunately, I have kids and lounging (hahaa... let me gather myself) isn't really an option which means if I want to lounge around a pool with a book and a drink, I'd need a tropical vacation without the kids, and you can guess just about how often those happen for me.
Some of the bathing suits that I really love lately are the retro-inspired type. These remind me of Rose Marie Reid, one of my favorite designers who designed bathing suits in the 1950's for hollywood glamour types (and incidentally she is a mormon). And here is where I post the appropriate pictures of some of my favorite bathing suits:

This is a beautiful Rosa Cha suit found on but the chances of me spending 250$ on a suit are slim to none (although it's tempting). And I just love the name Rosa Cha.

This one is from Down East Basics--love the ruffled collar

This is a Juicy Couture Suit that I bought last year in navy blue. I'm a sucker for ruffles and shirring. I think I'm making up for lost time, because when I was a kid I hated ruffles and shirring on my suits. And now that I'm seeing it in silver, I really want a silver one...

Maybe what I should do is follow the immortal advice of Rose Marie Reid herself:

"What you really need is a new suit for sunning, last year's for swimming and an extra one just for fun. A wardrobe of three or four suits isn't at all unusual any more... and some women buy 12 or 13 at a time."

- Rose Marie Reid

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Another Blog

Ok, those of you who know me know I don't love to cook dinner, but my Dad discovered and purchased a 30 year-old company called Shirley J with some friends and his brother, and they have some seriously amazing products that make cooking dinner oh-so-easy.

Because of this, I've decided to start another blog, this one dedicated to cooking. This blog will help me become better at making dinner, and hopefully give some of you some dinner ideas if you are into easy dinners like I am. I will be using the Shirley J products (which are many) as well as other things in my cooking, hopefully you'll find something you'll like to try!

Here it is, come and take a look!

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Let's Just Get Them All Out of the Way, Shall We?

The Rock Obama

Barack of Ages

Barack Steady

Barack and Roll

Barack Garden

Fraggle Barack

Between Barack and a hard place

Barack Band

Barack of Gibraltar

30 Barack

Hard Rock Obama

Barack Climbing

Barack the boat

Barack the vote

Baracket Science

Dumber than Barack

As nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of Baracking Chairs

Off his Baracker

Solid as Barack/Barack Solid

Get out from under your Barack

Barack around the clock

Barack Salt

Barack the Casbah

Baracking Chair

Barack a bye Baby

Big Barack Candy Mountain

Hit Barack Bottom

We will Barack you

You can't get blood from Barack

Pushing Barack Uphill

Volcanic Barack

Plymouth Barack

The Hand that Baracks the cradle

Classic Barack

Atomic Obama

Ticking Time Obama

Loves me like Barack

I vote we elect someone with a much less Punny name next term

Thursday, April 02, 2009

I HATE CALLING BABYSITTERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

just thought I'd get that off my chest.

And here's why:

inevitably there is a hugely important event on a particular Friday night for which all three of my regular babysitters are busy (damned birthday parties), and for which it has taken me the better part of the week to determine this.

So now the scene is Thursday.....night, and I STILL don't have a babysitter for said hugely important event which leaves me calling the parents of every able bodied adolescent girl in a three city radius trying desperately to not sound like a moron who has left the babysitter finding to the last minute--begging for mercy.

I feel stupid, I look stupid, and the whole experience leaves me feeling agitated and shaky.

Is it any wonder that I am counting down the *years* until my oldest will be old enough to babysit?

5.  5 long and painful last-minute-phone-calling years to go.

Bread, Baby!

Bread. The most intimidating of all baking. Difficult to master, and requiring of loads of patience and work. You must knead, and rise, knead, and rise, and knead, and rise. And then, after all of that, you must bake, all the while on the edge of your seat wondering: Will it be too dense? Will it be too hard? Will it be crumbly? Will my family eat it? Will I be able to use it as a doorstop if they don't?

Well, my friends, wonder and worry no more. You may have noticed the Shirly J button on the right (you did? What observant and smart readers I have!), and thanks to this glorious company, everyone can bake bread like a pro on the first try. How? With a mix. That's right, you read that right, a bread mix. I know, I was skeptical at first too, I am after all, generally anti-mix. They never taste right, and really, who would have thought that something so difficult as bread would work in mix form and be so easy to make? Certainly not I.

But I tried it. I got this little bread mix from Shirly J and I measured out 2 Tbs. of yeast and added it to 2 1/4 warm water. Then I measured out 6 c. of the mix, and kneaded it for about five minutes in my machine. Then I divided it and let it rise and threw it in the oven for 20 mins. And viola:

It tastes wonderful too, and you can't tell in the picture, but the crust is soft which is very important to me, because I was raised on bread-maker bread and we had to use a buzz-saw to get through the crust. Not very practical. If I'm going to make bread, I want to be able to do it for everyday use, and have it work well for sandwiches. This mix does just that.

I used the Honey Wheat, but they also have a Honey White, and I believe a Sourdough is coming soon...

Anyway, click on the button to the right and visit their website, and try it out for yourself!

Also, they are having an open house at the main office in Orem, UT this week and next so you can go visit, get a balloon for your kids and eat their products. It's good clean fun. (click on the button for address)

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

The Best of Men's Fashion--a comprehensive list

Every so often in the world of men's fashion, genius appears. Here are a few of those moments:

The Three Piece Suit
(with or without tommy gun):

The Kilt
(if you ever want to start a heated debate with yours truly, just call this a skirt to my face)

WWII Officer's Uniform
(note the hat-- pure genius. And that reminds me...)


The Fedora
(and we might as well add the trench coat--Bogey style)

The Newsboy

Men: go forth and wear.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Saturday is a Special Day

It's the day I do absolutely nothing to get ready for Sunday.

Why is it that Sunday surprises me every week?  You'd think that I'd be used to it by now, and actually do something to plan ahead.  Here's a typical Sunday for us:

**Wake up leisurely (read: try to pretend to sleep in while the kids kill each other downstairs) and then have a nice big time wasting breakfast, because Church starts at 11, so we have plenty of time.

**Finish breakfast and look at the clock.  I have an hour and a half to shower and shave and change and get everything ready.  No problem, that's plenty of time! (can you see a pattern here?)

**I hop in the shower, Jon gets the kids ready.

**1 hour later (yes it really does take me that long to shower and shave) I hop out of the shower and realize I have a half hour left.  No problem, I know exactly what I want to wear.

**I get my outfit out, my skirt doesn't fit like I thought it would, there are a number of unexplained stains on my top (why am I hanging up dirty clothes? I ask myself), so I begin to look for something that fits well and is clean.  I end up going through about 3-4 different outfits all the while wondering why I can't bother to dry clean, or iron, or steam, or try on a single thing during the week..  

**Finally I'm able to pull something together (which isn't nearly as cute as what I had planned), Jon reminds me that we have 15 mins before church starts, and since I prefer to be on time, this means we should already be in the car.  This also means that I must go another week without putting on makeup (and thank goodness my hair is already hopeless--there isn't anything I could do to make it better even if I had all the time in the world), so I tell myself that I'm still young enough to pull it off and I grab some shoes.

**Jon and I then scramble to get everything together, the kids, the diaper bag, the bottle, the snacks, the church-appropriate books and activities- and then we all pile into the car.  We're going to make it!  I think naively.  

**We begin to hurriedly (but reverently) file into the back door of the Church when I notice my kids for the first time:  Gabe's pants are too short because his legs have long since outgrown his waist size (and continue to grow).  That's ok, I tell myself, everyone understands that.  Then I notice his hair, besides being more than a few weeks overdue for a haircut, it's a total mess.  Then I notice Greta is having the same hair problem.  "Didn't you bathe the kids??" I ask Jon--he didn't.  So I rush them to the bathroom while He gets a seat.  

**I frantically try to wet and finger comb my kids hair into something resembling combed hair when I notice that Greta is wearing the same dress for the third Sunday in a row despite the scads of cute dresses she has in her closet that continually go unworn.  I make a note to myself: Must remember to lay out Greta's dress early next week.  Then I notice her shoes are ALL WRONG despite the fact that she has scads of cute shoes in her closet that would match this dress.  And her shoes I add.

**We hurriedly (but reverently) walk down the hall to the Chapel, all the while I am making solemn promises to myself to NEVER let this happen again.  Must plan on Saturday! I berate myself.  Suddenly that annoying primary song has validity.

Saturday, March 07, 2009


Head on over to

Made By Ali

and enter my first handmade giveaway!

Thursday, March 05, 2009

10 Signs That I'm Getting Older

You know, besides the wrinkles and the gray hair that I am starting to get...

1.  The other day, I drove my car without music so that I could get some "peace and quiet."

2.  When I heard about Larry Miller's death at age 64--I was taken aback at how extremely young that was vs. finding out in High School that my friend's mom was turning 50 and not being able to get over the fact that she was a half of a century old.

3.  Is it just me, or are the professional sports players still babies??  (I mean in reference to their age, not attitudes, although let's be honest...)

4.  I frequently utter the phrase "They call this music??"

5.  I have actually felt my biological clock tick (fortunately for me, shortly thereafter we decided we weren't going to have any more kids).

6.  My son has a crazy ability to beat me at any video game despite the fact that I've been playing it way longer than he has.

7.  If I bend all the way over for any reason, I can only bend halfway back up and walk around half-bent for a while before I can lift the rest of the way up.

8.  I possess the ability to gain weight merely by smelling food.

9.  I can't get over how arrogant and immature college students are.

10.  I complain all the time about how:
-youth is wasted on the young
-young(er) people don't have the same work ethic I do
-gas was so much cheaper when I was a teen

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Ali Unplugged

I'm thinking its time to take a step back from all of this technology.  I want to move this blog to a once a month update for a little while, if even that.  I love you all dearly, and I'm thankful for the connections that blogging has provided, but I need a little bit of time to refocus ;)

So this is why I'll not be commenting on any of your blogs for a while, nothing personal I promise!

Love to you all


Saturday, January 17, 2009

The other shoe drops

And today the inevitable happened, I regretted cutting my hair.  I knew it would come, it always does--and the shorter I go the sooner it happens.  *sigh*

The most I can muster about my hair is that it's "ok," and I fantasize about getting extensions or turning back time and changing that decision (you know you are delusional when turning back time feels like a viable option).  The thing is, every time I wash my hair and style it, it looks ten shades of hideous.  It's only after two or three days of bedhead and oil buildup (sorry) that it starts to look tolerable, but that wash day I look like a frumpy Mom from the 60's.  I think it's due to the fact that I have an inordinate amount of hair and it must be slept on for it to lay flat, and being short makes this worse.

Here's where you all can help me:

I have posted a few quizzes to the right, please take the time out of your life to validate my existence (I'm so vain) and help me make my decision  (and remember, the polls are anonymous, so feel free to be as honest as you can)

Perhaps next post will be a  little less superficial, but for now, it's all about my hair.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

New Pictures!

**New pictures on my Picture Pages blog! As always, if you want to see them, email me with your email and I will add you as long as you aren't a felon!

**New post on Made By Ali which is completely public.

(links to the right--sorry, I'm too lazy to put them in the text also)

Saturday, January 10, 2009

And the winner is.....


Congratulations! Email me your address Bri (sad that I don't have it, isn't it?), and I will send your giftcard out post-haste! (email address to the right ----> )

And thank you everyone else for entering and reading my blog! For the record, this was a plot to see who reads my blog on a regular basis (shame on you Adam and Becky), but not a plot for people to compliment my hair, I promise!

And for all of those who didn't win, don't worry, there will be others, and if it makes you feel any better, I never win anything either.

*winner generated by

Monday, January 05, 2009

Picture and first ever GiveAway!!!

Alright, here it is. Crazy huh? I still go back and forth on this one, but I don't think I'll pay the 800 dollars to get extensions...

Ever since I wrote that last post though, I have had different Pat Benetar songs going through my head, and I decided to buy her greatest hits from itunes, and I have to say, I think it's a goodie! And to that end, and also because I love my blog readers, I've decided to give the gift of Pat Benetar to one of my lucky readers! Actually, since I know not everyone loves Pat Benetar, I will be giving away

one 15$ itunes giftcard to a lucky reader

that way you can buy some tunes of your choosing (even though I highly recommend Pat Benetar's greatest hits). There are a few stipulations though:

*I must either know you personally, or you must have commented on my blog previous to this post
*you must comment on this post to be entered--no email entries will be accepted (you do not have to have a blogger account to leave a comment, but you might want to at least leave a name...)

These are mainly just to stop people from doing a blog search for the word "giveaway" and entering without being a reader of my blog. So essentially, if you can make a good case (You're a friend of a friend of a friend or something), I'll enter you in the drawing.

You have until January 9th 11:59pm MST to enter

Good luck and thanks for reading my blog!