As most of you know, back in September our family had quite a scare.
Adam and I flew to Texas to be with my mom, along with my dad, Mark and Kimberly as we waited to find out if her brain tumor was malignant or benign.
Right before he left Connecticut, my brother Adam tried to explain to his cute little children what was going on. And, although the ordeal was quite scary. This story that Adam told us made us all smile, because his kids are just so stinkin' charming.
Adam: You guys, I have to go to Texas for a few days. Meme is sick. She has a tumor in her brain.
Jacob (7): What's a tumor?
Adam: It's a mass of cells/tissues that are abnormal. It's about the size of a marble.
Jacob: Meme has a marble in her brain?!?
Izzy (5): Did she eat the marble?
Adam: Oh my gosh, forget about the marble!
The morning before my mom went in for her biopsy. The kids called. And, Jacob screamed into the phone. "I hope you don't die Meme!" To which she responded, "I hope I don't either, Jacob."
Yesterday, we got some very good news. The tumor is gone. Completely. The doctor's can't even find it!
And, it appears that if all continues to go well, in 6 more weeks my mom will get a break from her favorite nurses and doctors at UT Southwestern. No more Urban Taco for every meal. No more wires and ports. No more mom looking like a cable box. No more chemo! No more marble.
I couldn't be happier. Or more relieved.
And, I just wanted to thank everyone who called, sent flowers, wrote messages, sent emails, etc. I want you each to know that I read/heard every single one. And, each one touched my heart. Thanks for all of your prayers on my mom's behalf. As a family, we feel very honored and blessed and humbled by the whole experience. And, I once again realize how amazingly wonderful my friends and family are.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Drum Roll.... please....
Sometimes I get dressed up, but not often.
And, sometimes Jackie lets me take pictures of her. Ok, actually that one was a lie. She never really does.
And, since it's a rare occasion for both of us, we went into a photo booth, and this is what came out.
Ladies and Gentlemen, here she is THE Jackie B., my very favorite co-worker and one of my closest friends.
And, sometimes Jackie lets me take pictures of her. Ok, actually that one was a lie. She never really does.
And, since it's a rare occasion for both of us, we went into a photo booth, and this is what came out.
Ladies and Gentlemen, here she is THE Jackie B., my very favorite co-worker and one of my closest friends.
Since she had a little bit of rum and I sneaked her into a photo booth you all get to finally see her.
She does exist. And, she IS super funny. Aren't you all excited to finally see her!?!?!
Isn't she so darling!?!?!?
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Excuses, excuses.
I have a REALLY hard time saying "no" to anything or anyone. But, there are so many days where I think it would be a very very beneficial art to master.
I don't really even know why I can't say no. But, one possibility is that perhaps I don't usually have a really good excuse to say no.
Fear not, I think I have found one.
The next time I need an excuse I am totally going for it "I view my hands as elite athletes, like Olympic athletes, and so anything I do is to protect them from jeopardy or danger. So, for me that means not cooking, or cleaning, no taking out the garbage, no opening windows or doors, no gardening, no sports, no no no..."
Wait for it. If I say "I can't, I am a hand model", it just means no.
P.S. Jackie sent me this video. And, as I was watching it she said, "come on, let's just ask the question everyone wants to know." When I asked what that would be her reply was, "Well let's just say, she must have a massive bidet!"
I don't really even know why I can't say no. But, one possibility is that perhaps I don't usually have a really good excuse to say no.
Fear not, I think I have found one.
The next time I need an excuse I am totally going for it "I view my hands as elite athletes, like Olympic athletes, and so anything I do is to protect them from jeopardy or danger. So, for me that means not cooking, or cleaning, no taking out the garbage, no opening windows or doors, no gardening, no sports, no no no..."
Wait for it. If I say "I can't, I am a hand model", it just means no.
P.S. Jackie sent me this video. And, as I was watching it she said, "come on, let's just ask the question everyone wants to know." When I asked what that would be her reply was, "Well let's just say, she must have a massive bidet!"
Thursday, December 2, 2010
I made this...
Turns out I can sew.
Yep, I made this pillow a few weeks ago.
And, stole the idea from here.
Carly supervised as Jean and I tried our skills at being domestic.
It now sits on the bench (that I re-furbished), because I am awesome like that.
Thanks Carly! And, Jean.
Yep, I made this pillow a few weeks ago.
And, stole the idea from here.
Carly supervised as Jean and I tried our skills at being domestic.
It now sits on the bench (that I re-furbished), because I am awesome like that.
Thanks Carly! And, Jean.
Monday, November 22, 2010
My Namesake
When I was 15-years-old I got a call from my aunt Heidi (my dad's baby sister). She was about to have her 6th child. And, she said she'd always loved the name Ali and wanted to know if it would be cool for her to also call her soon-to-be-born daughter Ali. (Although, little Ali's real name is Alexa and mine is Allison, both of us have always gone by Ali.) And, so she was born - my namesake.
Well, I didn't see much of my namesake, because we never lived close enough, until I went to college at the Y, and Ali's family lived in Orem at the time. When I went to college, Ali was still really young. And, at the end of my college years I drove a JEEP Wrangler (One of my best friends, Wendy, had one, and I loved it. So, that was the first car I ever bought.) Ali and her big sister Katie LOVED the wrangler (and their wicked awesome older cousin Ali). I used to pick them up and take them driving and we'd drag the town in my car with the top down. And, apparently I took them to Red Robin and gave them my spare change?!?! Or so they tell me. (Which was somehow awesome, though I am sure I could have come up with something more impressive right?!?)
Now my namesake is in college herself, running track for UVU and studying to be a nurse. She is amazing and fun. She is adorable and happy. And, she is so animated. And, best of all, she is so comfortable in her own skin. I've always loved to be around her. She is the perfect namesake! She outshines me for sure!
Anyway, a few months back I got a text from my little Ali. She said she was coming to California and she wanted to stay with me. How fun and exciting. She was meeting up with some friends of hers from Lodi, where she graduated from High School. And, they were coming out to see the Ellen Show. And, so when Ali got here she showed us her song, she'd written it for Ellen and sent it in to the show. I knew immediately she'd get to meet Ellen in person. And, I was super stoked for my little cousin.
It is a catchy little song - or plea actually. Wes couldn't stop teasing her at dinner. He'd say/sing "this is my plea for you to pass the salsa"... And, my roommate and Jackie couldn't stop singing the plea around the house and in the office.
She did get on the show. And, when we talked that night, she told me how fun it was. And, then she got on plane and went back to Utah.
Next thing I know, it's a week later and I get a message from my friend Amy saying that Ali was on Ellen again. She had been called by the Ellen show and given a ticket to come back last Friday. When she got onto the show, Ellen told her that since she obviously loved music and the camera loved her, she wanted to send her to the American Music Awards to be a Red Carpet correspondent for the Ellen Show on Sunday.
Ali got to go into Ellen's wardrobe room and pick out a shiny new outfit. And, she got to bring one guest. She picked her big sister, best friend and best cheerleader, Katie, who lives in San Diego. Katie needed an outfit. So, I gave her a cute little Marc Jacobs number from my closet and we went shopping for shoes (because her crazy small feet are a 5 1/2 and I was no help to her). We had a blast trying on clothes and shoes. And, then we went to dinner.
At dinner, Katie and Ali and I were joking around about all kind of stuff. One of which was the fact that Ali had never kissed anyone. Katie said she'd probably marry the first guy she kissed (but somehow that would be two years in the making). And, I told Ali that there was no need to marry the first guy she kissed. If she wanted to make it memorable she should beg for her first kiss standing on the Red Carpet.
And so...
My sweet baby cousin had her first kiss last night... by USHER, and the dude from Lady Antebellum, and Mike Posner.
Well played cousin. You went big! And, you'll never forget it. My little namesake, I couldn't be more proud of you!
Well, I didn't see much of my namesake, because we never lived close enough, until I went to college at the Y, and Ali's family lived in Orem at the time. When I went to college, Ali was still really young. And, at the end of my college years I drove a JEEP Wrangler (One of my best friends, Wendy, had one, and I loved it. So, that was the first car I ever bought.) Ali and her big sister Katie LOVED the wrangler (and their wicked awesome older cousin Ali). I used to pick them up and take them driving and we'd drag the town in my car with the top down. And, apparently I took them to Red Robin and gave them my spare change?!?! Or so they tell me. (Which was somehow awesome, though I am sure I could have come up with something more impressive right?!?)
Now my namesake is in college herself, running track for UVU and studying to be a nurse. She is amazing and fun. She is adorable and happy. And, she is so animated. And, best of all, she is so comfortable in her own skin. I've always loved to be around her. She is the perfect namesake! She outshines me for sure!
Anyway, a few months back I got a text from my little Ali. She said she was coming to California and she wanted to stay with me. How fun and exciting. She was meeting up with some friends of hers from Lodi, where she graduated from High School. And, they were coming out to see the Ellen Show. And, so when Ali got here she showed us her song, she'd written it for Ellen and sent it in to the show. I knew immediately she'd get to meet Ellen in person. And, I was super stoked for my little cousin.
It is a catchy little song - or plea actually. Wes couldn't stop teasing her at dinner. He'd say/sing "this is my plea for you to pass the salsa"... And, my roommate and Jackie couldn't stop singing the plea around the house and in the office.
She did get on the show. And, when we talked that night, she told me how fun it was. And, then she got on plane and went back to Utah.
Next thing I know, it's a week later and I get a message from my friend Amy saying that Ali was on Ellen again. She had been called by the Ellen show and given a ticket to come back last Friday. When she got onto the show, Ellen told her that since she obviously loved music and the camera loved her, she wanted to send her to the American Music Awards to be a Red Carpet correspondent for the Ellen Show on Sunday.
Ali got to go into Ellen's wardrobe room and pick out a shiny new outfit. And, she got to bring one guest. She picked her big sister, best friend and best cheerleader, Katie, who lives in San Diego. Katie needed an outfit. So, I gave her a cute little Marc Jacobs number from my closet and we went shopping for shoes (because her crazy small feet are a 5 1/2 and I was no help to her). We had a blast trying on clothes and shoes. And, then we went to dinner.
At dinner, Katie and Ali and I were joking around about all kind of stuff. One of which was the fact that Ali had never kissed anyone. Katie said she'd probably marry the first guy she kissed (but somehow that would be two years in the making). And, I told Ali that there was no need to marry the first guy she kissed. If she wanted to make it memorable she should beg for her first kiss standing on the Red Carpet.
And so...
My sweet baby cousin had her first kiss last night... by USHER, and the dude from Lady Antebellum, and Mike Posner.
Well played cousin. You went big! And, you'll never forget it. My little namesake, I couldn't be more proud of you!
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Not Very Politically Correct
So, tonight we had a YouTube video marathon. I never really watch YouTube unless someone sends me something from YouTube. I am nervous to explore it on my own (and also, pretty uninterested, if I am being honest).
Anyway, last night Chris showed us this video which is VERY VERY funny, but it's highly racist.
Actually, the reason this video is VERY VERY funny IS because it's so ridiculously racist.
And, I sort-of, kind-of, really have a new found crush on Daniel Tosh. I love a guy who can make the world laugh while barely even cracking a smile. It's a quality I find super attractive. I really admire it. I could never do that. I follow everything funny I say with 'aren't I so funny?!?'
Anyway, last night Chris showed us this video which is VERY VERY funny, but it's highly racist.
Actually, the reason this video is VERY VERY funny IS because it's so ridiculously racist.
| Tosh.0 | Weds 10:30pm / 9:30c | |||
| Kid Car Breakdown | ||||
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And, I sort-of, kind-of, really have a new found crush on Daniel Tosh. I love a guy who can make the world laugh while barely even cracking a smile. It's a quality I find super attractive. I really admire it. I could never do that. I follow everything funny I say with 'aren't I so funny?!?'
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
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