Saturday, January 9, 2010

The great debate

Last night, Dalan and I saw the play, Touch(ed), last night as part of our season ticket package at Pioneer Memorial Theater. It was awful, which was disappointing. We have loved all the other plays we have seen there, but I guess they all can't be winners.

While we were there, we got into a discussion about what to call the break in the middle of the play, since we were contemplating leaving during this break. It was that bad!

One of us, kept calling this break, half time. This person thought it was a funny and an endearing way to refer to the break, although they were well aware that it is most commonly called an intermission. This person argued that half time and intermission were synonyms, and you could call the break in the middle of a football game, intermission, so why could you not call the break in the middle of the play, half time?

The other person said was stupid to call the break, half time, and that it made the person calling it that seem less intelligent. They also argued that the break in the play was close to half way through the play, but not necessarily at the exact half way point. They also argued that since in a play they do not keep track of time, like you do at a sporting event, that it could not be called half time. That person insisted that intermission, or maybe break, were the only acceptable terms.

I will not tell you who was on what side of this great and important debate, but we do want to know your opinion.

Is it ok to call the break in a play half time? Or should it be called intermission only?

Discuss!

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

The normal life

I went to back to work this week. The break was nice. The kids were magically good the first day back from break, like first day of the school year good. They were quiet, hard working, and attentive. Today, some of the magic wore off. They remembered that they could be a little loud, a little lazy, and a little off task, and I would still like them. Hopefully, the stay just like they were today. They say some funny things when they are like they were today, and they don't drive me crazy. It is a good mix. Teaching perfect children is easy, but rarely fun.

Dalan and I managed to not take any of the Christmas stuff down over my beak. He did it yesterday. Told you he was a bad ass. The house is almost back to normal. It feels good, although I do miss the merriment of the holidays.

The house is only almost back to normal, because we have a dishes situation. I admittedly poured way too much soap in the dishwasher on Sunday night. Dalan has rerun the dishwasher twice to get rid of the "cow pie" size of chunks of soap left behind. His words, not mine. Told you he was a bad ass. I am going to have to rinse the remaining soap off by hand tonight, and load all the new dishes.

Also, only almost back to normal, because Ali came over and cleaned the closet out in our bedroom. The girl loves to organize, and I love to take advantage of that fact. It is a win-win situation really. However, now I have a beautifully clean closet, but a monster pile of clothes to take somewhere to donate. But, it is cold and getting dark when I get home from work and I have not gotten around to it yet.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Christmas Recap

We had a great Christmas/holiday season, that included lots of special memories, and good times with the family! Pictures say a thousand words, so I will let them do the talking. Well, with some commentary from me, because let's face it, I like to talk.

The girls in their matching jammies, except the shirts were bought in child sizes, and they did not fit, and my print is different. Oh well, we still look cute!

The boys in their matching jammies. I love all their expressions. Red does not get to pose, because he refuses to get pajamas.

Our family photo with the self timer. The dog walked right in front of the camera as it went off. We were cracking up. There are other ones we took, but this one is my favorite.

Our family photo, Piper wore her jammies too, and even put up her "listening ears."

Walking down the stairs on Christmas morning.
We are pretending that we just woke up, which was true for Ali and Cole, but Dalan and I had been up for a while.

Friday, December 25, 2009

12 Days of Christmas Photos Day Twelve

Christmas, 1993

I have saved the best for last. These are my favorite Christmas photos EVER. Here is my dear, sweet, lovable sister, nearing the age of four, on Christmas morning.
In the first photo, she is excitedly holding up some of her Christmas presents. She is happy and super psyched it is Christmas.
In the second photo, she is hiding under the coffee table throwing one of her world famous tantrums. It is clearly within a half an hour of the first photo, I would say because she is still in her jammies, and I bet we have not even had breakfast yet. However, something upset her so much that she needed to go have a good cry in private. Oh, Ali was a handful, but we still love her.

Merry Christmas!


Thursday, December 24, 2009

12 Days of Christmas Photos Day Eleven

Christmas 1988

The hair!
The jeans!
Oh my!

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

12 Days of Christmas Photos Day Ten

Christmas, 1990
I am 11, Cole is 8, and Ali is 11 months old. Things I love about these photos include, our awesome Carlson kid stacking on top of one another photo, Ali's Don King hair, and Ali's first photo of Christmas morning dazed look, even as a baby.