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Sunday, December 7, 2008

Why I Think Twilight Bites!!

I just don't get it. I just don't understand how this series of horrible teenage romance novels has caused such a frenzy. I don't get it like I don't get Britney Spears, or chia pets, spiked dog collar necklaces, black lipstick, or 80's patterned sweaters!! I wondered what the fuss was over these books, so I read them--ALL of them. I thought the first one was pretty stupid, though I was scared to admit it. I wanted to give it 1 star on my Goodreads page, but I thought I might get killed, so I gave it two or three with my review stating "Am I the only person who didn't just love this?" After reading the next three books, I am left thinking "Am I the only person who absolutely HATES this??" At least I have one friend--Erica--who is on the same page as I am!

I have to hear how much everybody loves this, so I'm giving my reasons why Twilight "Bites." Lent the ranting begin..........

1. My first problem is that Edward and the rest of the vampires are called "immortal." That means you can NEVER die. Yet, it seems to be so easy to kill these beings. They can be ripped apart by other vampires or werewolves etc. It seems so STUPID to me to imply that an immortal being can be killed. It made me so mad--especially in the last book when she is building up a big war where they were sure to lose family members. I even found myself screaming out loud--IF YOU ARE IMMORTAL, YOU CAN'T DIE, so this stupid war should be irrelevant. The basic definition of the word immortal discredits everything in the books. Bella keeps saying she wants to be immortal and live with Edward forever--but really can't she get ripped apart and burned just as easily as anyone else??

2. In the books everything is described over and over and over. It's like the author thinks her audience can't remember what they read 100 pages ago and she has to keep reminding us what happened--drove me nuts. If I can't remember what happened 100 pages ago, I should be reading books that are less than 100 pages.

3. She described everything the same way. Everything was "marble" and everybody "hissed" their answers.

4. The books are SO anticlimatic. She spends 500 pages building up to some big danger or conflict that just seems to go away in a page or two. In the last book, I was ticked I had to read about a build up to a WAR that I KNEW would not happen. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid.

5.Edward is suppose to be hot, yet in the movie he looked like he smashed his nose on a really big wall on his way to a gay bar in Manhattan in the 80's. He's suppose to be ripped, but he was skinny and not ripped at all---My arms were bigger than his. He also looked like he was contipated every time he talked.

6.. Rosalie is suppose to be beautiful. I pictured her as beautiful, graceful, elegant, and icy towards Bella--not a softball player with an attitude.
I could keep going and going and going, but I won't. I will say that I LOVE a GREAT romance. Mr. Darcy finally professing his love to Elizabeth Bennett, Edward coming to profess his love to Elinor, Sam taking Annie's hand, and Jim tipping his hat to Jessica--just to name a few--all great romantic moments! After I saw the Twilight movie. I was furious that I wasted yet another 2 hours of my life on this story. I wanted to say mean things to ANYONE who liked the series. I'm hoping this little vent session will get everything out of my system--until the next movie comes out and I have to hear about Twilight all over again!!

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Patience

I had to give a Relief Society lesson on patience last Sunday. I really enjoyed studying this topic for two reasons. The first is that as I studied, I kept feeling drawn to my mission box. I was reading my mission journal, looking at pictures, reading my notes from studying etc... I know that I learned so much patience on my mission. I also found that the more patient I had to be, the more my love grew for the country, the people, the members, the investigators, my comps, myself, and the Lord. I am just so thankful that I got to serve a mission. I know that was a setting where I learned things that I couldn't have learned any other way. So much learning and growth in such a short time!! Second, while I was preparing this lesson, I was able to think about all the times I've had to be patient in my life and I've found that my greatest blessings are the ones I've had to wait for. I'm glad that I've had to wait for certain things in my life!! Having said that, I'll quit begging my husband for another baby "right now" and just be patient and let my little family develop in the proper time. I also want to be more patient with myself and my family. It's going to take a lot of prayers to accomplish this!!

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Anybody Else??

Isn't there anybody else to vote for???? I can't stand John McCain and what's up with his running mate Sarah Palin?? It just seems like everything's been a circus since he chose her. I was totally put off by a comment I read about her where she says that before she agreed to run for Vice President, she wanted to know how involved the position would be because she would only run if it was very involved. Ok, how about being involved in your children's lives!! You have a really little one--take care of your baby!! I don't know, maybe she thinks she can give her children a better life this way, but that's no substitute for a mom. That just really bugs me!! Barack Obama is very charismatic!! Just on personality, I would vote for him, but unfortunately there's more to it than that. How can I vote for someone who is prochoice, pro gay marriage, and pro socialized healthcare?? I know there are so many more issues than these and I've been trying to do my research, but I can't find a reason to vote for either candidate--isn't there anybody else??

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Strike

So, it's been a long day. I've been thinking about one of my childhood neighbors--Sister Rose-- and I think I would like to follow her lead. I vividly remember Sister Rose getting fed up with her husband and kids. One night she was serving dinner and one of her boys made a comment about how gross the food was and that put Sister Rose over the edge. It was at that very moment that she went on strike. When I looked in their backyard, Sister Rose was always hanging laundry on her clothesline, or she was taking in down, folding it and putting it in the basket. After she went on strike, the clothesline was eerily empty and instead of a busy lady, I saw Sister Rose laying on a lawn chair in her swimming suit reading a magazine. I used to hear Sister Rose calling her kids and giving them jobs, but not anymore. Her kids would come out to talk to her and she would put her hand up, tell them she was on strike, and turn away. This lasted for a few days until she got her point across. Today, I'm thinking a strike is the way to go. I feel like I work all day and I don't get anything done. I know Casey thinks I just sit home and watch T.V. What an insult. I am a crazy lady all day long and he thinks I spend the day relaxing--don't I wish. If I do watch TV, it's when I'm folding HIS laundry, or doing busy work for the office. I would hardly call folding laundry while watching Cheetah girls, relaxing!!! (As a side note, I don't know how they made 1 Cheetah Girl movie--let alone 3!! And, these girls do concerts--I just don't get it!! I haven't seen the 3rd one yet, but I'm guessing that the girls are really excited to do something, they all get mad at each other, and somehow they have a new song and dance and win a contest--I don't know, it's just a guess, but if you haven't seen it, I'm pretty sure I spoiled it for you.) Right now, I feel like the laundry, cleaning, cooking, shopping, bill-paying, organizing, working, carpooling GHOST in the family. Yes, I feel invisible, so why not strike. Maybe if I didn't do anything, others would see how much I really do!!

Getting a Leash on Things

For years and years, when I would see parents who were dragging their kids around on a leash, I would think "how can a parent do that?? It's a child not a dog--that's soooo inhumane." Now that I have Buggie, I think "Who wouldn't want a leash and where can I get one?!?!" After a day at Lagoon and a little trip to the grocery store with Luke, I'm thinking a leash would be one of the greatest investments I can make. That kid does NOT like to be confined and he thinks running away is the funniest thing. We were at Smiths Marketplace and he took off running (for the millionth time on this little outing) He ran the length of the grocery store over into the clothing section. By the time I caught up to him I had had it!! I was so mad and I let him know he was in Trouble (trouble, with a capital T). I scolded him, picked him up, and started walking. Luke was just screaming that loud, high pitched scream, and EVERYONE was looking at us. Everytime we walked past someone, Buggie would reach his arms out and beg for ANYONE to take him. If anyone had reached back, I would have happily passed him along. I had smoke coming out my ears. I know from the looks we were getting, that everyone was thoroughly entertained. The rest of the shopping trip, I had every person in that store over the age of 75 coming up to me telling me they know just how I feel. No, they don't!! They have never had to deal with Buggie in public--it's exhausting mentally and physically. I'm thinking that for Luke's safety and my sanity, I might join the world of inhumane parents and drag my little boy around on a leash!!

A Boost

If anyone needs to boost your self-esteem, might I suggest a day at Lagoon. I walked into that place feeling like an ugly, frumpy, post-partum mom wearing running shoes with capris, and after a couple hours, I was suddenly feeling like a supermodel--not a model, a "supermodel." Not only did I feel a whole lot cuter, I also felt a lot smarter. I was proud that I had never come up with the idea to have cherries tattooed ALL OVER one of my thighs--yes, just one thigh covered in cherries. I was glad that I knew it was summertime, so I didn't come to Lagoon wearing thick sweats. I was glad that I know when NOT to wear a tank-top. I was glad that I didn't wear a mid-rift with my big belly hanging out. I was glad I don't look like Beaker on the Muppets. I saw a lady that looked EXACTLY like Beaker. Her mouth had lines that curved down like his and she had wide eyes and orange poofy hair. I felt really bad for her because that's genetics, not something she chose. I felt a whole lot better when I saw a wedding band on her finger and then saw her husband being very sweet to her because although I don't know her, there was something inside me that didn't want her to be alone because of her looks. Anyway, I enjoyed the euphoria I felt all day at Lagoon and I'm glad I did because the second we pulled out of the park, I was that ugly, frumpy, post-partum mom wearing tennis shoes with capris.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Failing

I'm seriously failing my children!! Isn't it my responsibility to teach them how to treat things and others with respect?? I feel like I'm totally failing in that area. I just can't seem to teach them how to treat their things with respect. They can make a huge mess in a matter of minutes, but cleaning it up is a whole different story. I started my back to school spring clean today. We started in the toy room at 11:00 am this morning. It is now 1:00 am and I just barely finished the room. It's not like I've gone the entire summer without cleaning it up!! One of the things I love best about my kids is that they will go in the toyroom and play for hours. I would rather have them do that than watch tv, but they get EVERYTHING out and mix it all together and spread it all around the house. I have tried every sort of organizing methods with their toys, but it's the same old story. My girls just gather all these little random toys and shove them in the oddest of places. I would love to find the guy who invented Polly Pockets and dump my vacuum bag over his head. I think I should sue him for a new vacuum, since I am constantly vacuuming up all those tiny pieces. They are the dumbest toys. The kids always need help because the pieces are so tiny--I hate those things. Why do girl toys have so many tiny pieces?? I threw out 6 garbage bags of old, broken, and dumb toys and games and we still have so much!! If I was more consistent making my kids clean-up their stuff, I could really manage this better. I am going to beat this battle with the toyroom!! Coming from two clean freaks, where did my kids get this from??

Hovering

I was suppose to have a date with Case last night. It was the first real date we had planned in months. Since he had to stay in Cali, I took my sister to see Brian Regan. On the way home, I was super tired and the wind was blowing really hard. I could feel the wind pulling the car and I felt like the car in the lane to the right of me kept veering my way, so I was straddling the line a bit. I pulled into the next lane. At that point, the car hit a piece of debris or something, so I decided to pull into the carpool lane and just be away from everything. As soon as I pulled into the carpool lane, I saw the red and blue lights flashing. Annie was sure I was getting pulled over for crossing the double line in the carpool lane. Well, I actually got pulled over for "hovering"the lanes. I told him that I knew I was all over the place and he asked me if I had been drinking!!!!!Suddenly thoughts of me having to walk the line were racing through my mind, and though I've never even tasted alcohol (though sometimes I think I might have gotten drunk just from smelling Irish men's breathe) I was getting a little nervous that I wouldn't pass the test because I was soooo tired!! Thankfully, he just checked my info and let me go. It sounds like a good ending, but it's not. I have officially lost all rights to tell Case how to drive, which I really need to do because I get carsick driving 2 miles with him. I guess I can't say much if I get pulled over for drunk driving when I'm totally sober!!

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Thanks Norma!!

On days when I feel like less than the perfect mother, I am so thankful for Norma.
Who is Norma?? She is one of my visiting teachers and I love her. She is probably in her late 70's or early 80's. She is a sweet, genuine, and good person. She always seems to know when I'm sick and she'll call telling me she "felt" like she should bring me chicken noodle soup. She insisted on watching my kids when I was in the hospital and she brought us dinner TWICE. That's just Norma--everytime she comes VTing, she brings my kids a treat or a prize from the dollar store. She gives me a wonderful lesson and stays 20 minutes max!!
Anyway, after Norma watched my kids, she brought me a list telling me why she thinks I should have a lot of children and why she thinks I'm a good mother. I have that list hanging up in my kitchen, so on days like today, I can look at it and know that someone thinks I'm doing ok!! It's such a simple list, but such a boost to my spirit!! Thanks Norma!!
FYI my other VT has the same stats!!

Monday, August 11, 2008

Skinny gods

Ok, I swear the "skinny gods" HATE me. I just started my THF program today and I KNOW they just can't let me get skinny and I have proof.
#1 Case is in Cali for work and is suppose to come home tomorrow night. He got a call this afternoon telling him that his boss would like him to stay until next Monday!! How am I suppose to get to the gym if he can't watch the kids???
#2 I was grilling my chicken and my grill ran out of propane.
#3 I thought "no problem, I'll just use my indoor grill." Yeah right!!! I couldn't find the plug anywhere.
#4 Next option...broil the chicken. Too bad my broiler pan is nowhere to be found. I was NOT going to fry my chicken---just a tip.....microwaved chicken is just as gross as it sounds.
I'm embarassed to say I don't have a clue how to change the propane tank. It's just a given in our relationship that I wipe off the kitchen counters and scrub the toilets and Casey mows the lawn and changes the propane tank. Anything else is fair game.
#5 I'm grill-less for the week and I grill a lot on this program.

My retaliation:
#1 I ate the microwaved chicken
#2 I somehow managed to get a decent work-out at home
#3 I will change the propane tank myself!!

I am not going to let anything get me off course!!

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

100 Days

Well, I just started my 100 days without any type of sweets or soda. I love to break things down into 100 day charts. I always make a chart to count down the last 100 days of my pregnancy--even though I usually start counting down in my head when I have around 260 or so. The day I find out I'm pregnant, I calculate the due date and count how many days I have left and though I try not to think about how long is left, the thought crosses my mind several times a day. Anyway, after every pregnancy I get to a certain weight and I start my 100 days with no sweets. It all starts this week--I have 99 days left. These first few days are sooo hard, but I know after a week or two, I don't miss the sugar at all.
I definately hope this shrinks the tummy a bit. Lincoln is over 31/2 months old and I still have people asking me when my baby is due. The thing that gets me is that people will ask me when my baby is due while I'm holding Lincoln!! That's bad!! We went swimming on the 24th of July and I was sitting on the lawn chair thinking that when I went to bed that night, I was finally going to make it a week without someone commenting to me about being pregnant. Well, I was walking out with Lincoln and I started talking to this lady. Linc was getting fussy, so I made the comment that when you're the 4th baby you get dragged around a lot. Well this lady points to my tummy and says so this baby coming is your 5th. No, I replied this is just leftovers from the 4th!! I'm on a 5 day streak this week, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I can make it 2 more days--it would really boost my self-esteem!!1

Title

A couple people have asked why my blog is titled "The Dish on Lish," so I will explain. Casey calls me "babelicious" because at some point in life I must have been. Anyways, now he shortens it to Lish. Notice how the "babe" part was dropped. I know it's totally cheesy, but I don't do enough carefree and corny things in my life, so I'm keeping the name even if it is stupid. I like it!! No, I love it!!

Sunday, July 27, 2008

My Blog

Ok, so my family blog is more a family photo album than a blog. I wanted to actually have a place to voice my thoughts and opinions, so this is my attempt at blogging. I'm not sure how interesting this will be since I typically have the same five or six thoughts over and over....
1. I seriously can't get out of bed, I'm too tired.
2. Are you kidding me?? It's ALREADY time to feed Linc again!!
3. What am I going to make for dinner??
4. Oh no!! What is Buggie up to now??
5. How am I going to get everything done??
6. Great, I STILL don't know what I'm going to make for dinner!!
Not exactly the most exciting of thoughts, but this is my life and I love it!!