Thursday, April 11, 2013

Spot the Utahn.

Whilst waiting at the airport for Ronan and Boyd, Asha and I were playing a game of spot the English
 (the flight was originating from London)
You can tell an English man by his skinny legged suit or his stylish shoes, a female by her spunky hairstyle or classy coat.

 Then last night I noticed another look.
 The Utahn.
I was watching a guy on the voice from Provo Utah, Ryan Innes, incredible, gave me the goosies you should check it out.
When the camera snapped his family, excitedly waiting in the wings, I thought HA! you can totally tell they are from Utah.

There used to be these "you know your from Utah" jokes about green jello and nephews being older than uncles but I have been thinking about an updated version. Some of these I have fallen into myself and will regroup.

 You know she's a Utahn when: 

 She has a $200 diaper bag but serves hamburger helper for dinner.

She has several maxi skirts with matching bubble necklace.
She loves to decorate with chevron or even wear it on a maxi skirt.
  ( I do like this color)

 Her handbag doubles as a carrier for her SLR camera she whips out at the park she drove to in her $50,000 minivan that could use a vacuum. Oh now I'm getting specific but I could count more than one of these moments just today.

 She wears an unfinished under shirt under a pretty blouse or flirty sundress.
Sorry ladies but I spot 6 in this picture, not including the ones hiding.

Her hair looks like this for 3 hours a week
but like this for the rest of the week

Any of this familiar?
She has a years supply of fruit snacks and marshmallows (there just always seem to be coupons for those and lets face it, in a disaster a marshmallow can be very handy)

She has a 4 year old  home that's she wants to move from or remodel because white is the new wood.

Man I could go on for hours but I need to dust around my color coordinated candy filled apothecary jars before browsing pinterest to plan my next child's wedding, oops I mean 1st birthday party that'll keep me so busy, I won't have time or money for a date with my husband. Ouch! That one left a mark.

But she probably won't be skiing or riding trax because it's too expensive or too slow or because she has so many kids/ bags to carry and has to be back for kindergarten pick up then carpool then homework then soccer then piano then drive thru dinner then idol then the activity she's in charge of then.......

So what do you think? Do you look like a Utahn?

Thursday, April 4, 2013


I know I've addressed this before but the whole holiday thing is a little out of wack around here. It seems we jump from one to another and really it is so much less about the actual date or reason of tradition but gifts. Can you see me being all grinchy, GIFTS GIFTS GIFTS. I have told my kids every year that there is NO EASTER BUNNY or leprechaun or cupid that decorates, sabotages or breaks into your house to stuff you full of sweets. In fact I traded with them at your birth for the chance to randomly do nice things through out the year by myself, thus surprising them with things like, vacations and craft parties. So when I do surprise them with things like, heart shaped pizza and pink donuts, they look at me like I'm being weird and unnecessary. Can we ever really win? When I am surprised with a fresh Lai to remind me of our "honeymoon" in Maui, I am ecstatic.( They say women are hard to please) Then there's St Patricks Day? I don't get it, is everyone in Utah Irish? I certainly wouldn't think so judging by how many people STILL stop and tell me all about their English ancestors. Unless they think it's the same place! Our Easter consisted of a great Sunny day, Tri-tip Santa Maria Style and of course an egg hunt which apparently, no one is too old for. So now that that is over with, I will enjoy spring for a little while until the next holiday which just happens to be MOTHERS DAY. Oh I do hope the Mothers Day Fairy comes who cleans your house and brings bacon to your bed and takes you clothes shopping and watches chick flicks with you and..and.. what do you mean, no such thing. GGRRR...