Dec 31, 2014

Indie Ogden

When we first moved to Ogden, we knew nothing about it.  Indie Ogden and my friend Alicia really opened our eyes. It's our third year going to the Indie Ogden Awards and it was our favorite year yet! 

Mikaela is the lady behind it all.  She's a super hip mom with 2 ADORABLE kids.  It's been fun watching Indie Ogden grow!

  This guy on the left is Richie T from X96.  But we all knew him from our SUU college days.  (Yes, he was on the radio there too.)  

Congrats Mikaela!

Dec 29, 2014

Here I write how Dreadful Dreads are.

I really wanted dreads, really, really.  I researched about how one cares for dreads, how to sleep in them, style, wash. I thought I was prepared for the upkeep, but I was mistaken, plus no one really told me how bad they would hurt!  

I blame it on my childhood perms.  I have a soft head, sadly.  I have a lot of hair, LOTS, so perming was an event. I was called "Poodle" for a good reason.  It was also a time of tears.  All the Aunties, plus my mom and my grams would be pulling on my head from all different directions for hours it seemed.  Then, I had to get some gaseous concoction sprayed all over and then the cotton they stuffed under all your hair...I'm clenching my teeth just thinking about it.  If you so much as wimpered they would pull even harder.  I whimpered a lot.  Then I always had to wait forever for the perm to take.  It. was. the. worst.  My hair doesn't take perms, lightening or dreads well it appears. 

I had to crimp my hair before dreading it.  Even then, when I washed it, it would just fall out in the shower, so I had to start over again.  My hair is so straight nothing holds.  People always ask how I get it so straight, baffled, I always tell them, I blow dry it. What I would give for some curls, or dreads.

I really did like it.  I loved big hair, still do.  My favorite stage was about a month in on the right.   I mean it was large. 

I really don't do much with my hair.  Sundays are the only day that I even "do" my hair.  Dreads required a lot of time.  Like at least 2 hours maintenance a day.  If I didn't then I ended up with one giant dread.  Since I really didn't want to take care of my hair for 2 hours a day I would just let it mesh into one.  This resulted with two hour Sunday hair sessions where my mom would sit and help pick apart each dread, hair by hair.  It was just like the perm days!!  I would whimper, she would pull.  While sitting through a particularly painful section of hair I couldn't handle it anymore. I was ridiculously mad and told her so. While I am very grateful that she would do this for me, it just got tooooooo much. Plus my relationship with my mom wouldn't last if we had to continue this.

Sigh.  This towards the end.  It was awesome, it was big, and hidden within was a lot of dandruff and hair so tangled I suddenly knew why Britney Spears just buzzed all her hair off.  While I kept these deep, sad thoughts to myself, I finally expressed my feelings to a friend who has known me since Jr. High.

I explained all my woes to her.  She understood them all.  When I told her how much it hurt, she said "Harm, dreads aren't for you."  But, I was only three months in!  I couldn't fail now.  She said "Harm, you have dreads, you've done the dread thing, it's okay."

That's all I needed to hear, she convinced me that they weren't for me and I had done valiantly. 

After a few days of only having 1/6 of my hair untangled I spent hours researching super short hair cuts.  If I thought the upkeep hurt, taking our dreads was even WORSE.  I would sit on the bathroom counter top while the kids were napping and pick piece by piece apart.  I was ready to chop it all off.  I even asked the husband what he thought of a Pink style hair cut.  I was ready.  Luckily, I couldn't make a hair appointment soon enough to make my spontaneous chop.

A month later, I had painstakingly picked out each hair, one by one, because that's how you have to do it.  I lost a lot of hair that month.  Think of those super cute felt balls everyone has now, except made out of my hair.  Think giant sized felt hair balls, the size of your fist and then multiply it by four.  That's how much hair I tossed in the toilet.  

I really wasn't meant to have dreads, really.  I mean, a couple days after all my hair was washed, my hair was completely straight once again and you wouldn't have even known.  (tears.)  I went to get my hair cut and my hair stylist was blown away about how healthy my hair was.  "Silky" was the word she used.  Sigh.

Well, I guess it's okay though, I can finally check it off my bucket list.  Because, it was fun for a while.  I keep thinking, if I had been 20 or just out of high school, I totally would have done it and had time to keep it up.  But then, the husband would never have married me.  

Mid-Mid-life crisis averted.

Dec 22, 2014


i have what some might call an ugly Christmas tree.

my tree has hundreds of memories.

each ornament has a story you see.
so come, join the challenge of the
ugly Christmas tree.
- See more at:
i have what some might call an ugly Christmas tree.

my tree has hundreds of memories.

each ornament has a story you see.
so come, join the challenge of the
ugly Christmas tree.
- See more at:

I have what some might call an ugly Christmas Tree.

My tree has hundreds of memories.
Each ornament has a story you see.
So come, join the challenge of the
Ugly Christmas Tree.

Funny story about my little tree.  It's totally the bottom half to my neighbors Christmas Tree.  She was awesome enough to let me have it.  I wasn't quite sure if it was going to work, but as I was drilling a hole into the trunk to add an extra limb in, then hot gluing said limb in, I knew I was committed.  Besides, the more about I looked at my little tree, the more I fell in love with it.

i have what some might call an ugly Christmas tree.

my tree has hundreds of memories.

each ornament has a story you see.
so come, join the challenge of the
ugly Christmas tree.
- See more at:
i have what some might call an ugly Christmas tree.

my tree has hundreds of memories.

each ornament has a story you see.
so come, join the challenge of the
ugly Christmas tree.
- See more at:

We had our own little Christmas tonight.  Our attempt at getting a cute picture in front of our tree somewhat failed.

This little thing has gotten pretty good at posing.

We decided to minimize the gifts this year, substantially.  Instead, the husband assembled Aiko her own rocking chair.  I just realized that we didn't even get little man a gift this year.  It's okay though, he just wanted to snuggle.

The kids were pretty much not in the mood.  Both of them were both super tired and once Aiko opened up her Elmo Bubbles, she didn't care about anything else.  There was a lot of fussing tonight, but, we wouldn't trade it for the world, crying and all.  Hope you all have a Merry Christmas!


Dec 21, 2014

Seals on the coast.

In Crescent City we found out that there was a Seal Harbor.  The husband really wanted to go to the Aquarium...but this was free and outside!  Aiko thought they were amazing.  She would yell out at them and they would just make all sorts of ruckus.

For some reason I don't have any photos of the actual seals, but I promise they were there.  Plus, we saw otters playing and lots of bird poop.


Thanksgiving was exceptionally warm this year.   We've been trying to break out of our traditional traditions and be a little more adventurous.  Cousin Steve's house has a view of a giant rock, which we affectionately deemed "Pride Rock."  We decided that we needed to go to there.

And so we did. It had an awesome view.  Plus this awesome rock, which we all needed pictures with.

Auntie Jeannie was trying to get little Thatcher to "Save" her.  He wasn't really into it.

We found lots of rocks to throw, stack and climb on.

Then Auntie Jeannie decided to pretend that the boulder was squishing her.

She's cool like that.

At any family function, I seem to be the butt end of all the fashion jokes.  I keep telling them one day I'll cry and then make them all feel bad.

Here I am examining an exceptional rock specimen.  Which, I took home.

Aiko is quite loved by her aunties and uncles.  After a few hours and many photos later, we decided it was time to go play BINGO.

We started the kids out on the own game.

Then we broke out the real game for the adult rounds.

We had to break for a lovely sunset photo.

Here's some of us with our BINGO bounty!  Toilet Paper and Kleenex are a big deal for us.

Instead of having Pie on Thanksgiving Day, we decided to start a new Pie Day the day after.  So we could just eat all the Pie we wanted.  We also had a Pie competition. Which, you can see how classy we are with voting and crowns.

The usual Floor photo with Derek.

Dec 7, 2014


Aiko's birthday was 2 months ago and we just barely opened up one of her gifts. 

I wanted to wait until a snowy, dreary day, but we haven't had any.

Grandpa was in town, and since he gave her the kit, it only seemed appropriate to have him witness her first mess.

Obviously, she loved every minute.  Luckily, it was washable paint and didn't stain anything.