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Friday, February 22, 2013

Yelp Review for my Frozen yogurt Craving

I was trying to figure out a great place to take the family out for frozen yogurt and decided to read some reviews.  I came across this review for Frogurt in Midvale and thought it was hysterical. MUST SHARE:

Have you ever started dating someone that turned out to be crazy? In the beginning it's all exciting. You love those little quirky things that make them unique like their amazing collection of funky scarves or how they always call you "boss" (or ma'am) in a cute nicknamey way.

Then one day, a couple of weeks in, you start thinking, "Wait a second. I've never seen them WITHOUT a scarf on."

So the next time you're with them you decide to investigate, and things get frisky (as they tend to get, especially in new relationships) and you ever-so-slyly slip off their scarf. You're kissing, but you open your eyes to peek at their neck because seriously, what is with that scarf? And their neck looks fine and you feel like a shallow jerk for having checked.

But just then the kissing changes directions and you see the other side of their neck. And all of the sudden your eye-to-eye with this HUGE TATTOO of a flaming skeleton with flesh falling off of it and below it says "I will eat your babies." And you realize this isn't just ANY tattoo, this is a prison tattoo, and you realize that they call you "boss" because that's what prisoner call the warden.

So now you're freaking out but you're stuck with your lips locked to the spawn of Satan and you're afraid to stop kissing for fear they're going to get mad and one day hunt you down and eat your babies, but on the other hand, you're scared to keep kissing because you're now afraid they might eat YOU. 

Has that ever happened to you?

Well that's how I feel about Frogurt. At first it's all fun and games. You fill up a massive cup with lots of different flavors of frozen yogurt and then add toppings from a library of chocolatey, gummy, cerealy, syrupy indulgences. You have no idea what you're getting into, because honestly, besides some guy in Iceland you saw on a Discovery Channel special, NO ONE can tell how much something weighs--to the ounce--just by holding it and filling it with gummy bears. 

But hey, you're blind to this because you're in love and you're about ready to take the relationship to the next level by eating your froyo. So you bring it up to the cashier/topping jockey to be weighed. And that's when the devil rears its ugly head and tells you that for the same price of your frozen yogurt you could have bought an Oldsmobile. 

So now you're freaking out but you're stuck with a bowl full of admittedly tasty froyo in a store with sleek leathery couches that you can't really just put back but you don't want to pay that much for it. This is frozen yogurt. It's not enriched uranium. 

Great looking place. Conveniently located. Average selection of flavors and toppings. But like most froyo places it starts out great and turns crazy when its time to pay.

Have you ever seen yelp dramatizations.  YouTube it.  Actors reading reviews from Yelp.  I believe this one needs to be acted out.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Happy 37th Mat!

Love my husband! Seriously need to pinch myself just thinking about him and all of the things he does for me and the kids.  Without sounding to gushy, he's perfect for me and I just LOVE him!

We celebrated with family Monday night. Mat's mom's birthday is on the 21st so we made it a double whammy. We had some tacos and treats.  Hoping people enjoyed it. Happy Birthday Mat! Happy Birthday Andrea!

I got him some running stuff and guitar lessons.  His first lesson is Thursday and I hope he digs it. Think even how much more attractive he'll be when he sings to me while playing the guitar? It doesn't get any better.

Mat's 37th birthday

Mat's 37th birthday

Mat's37 birthday

DIY Reading Lamps, by Mat

I needed some better light to read by at night as I doze myself to sleep.  Mat got thinking and came up with these awesome industrial looking, swivel-swinging lights.  He really tries to stick to a project a week or every two weeks depending on his time.  These projects work out great for me!  I read a chapter last night from my Irish Country Wedding (previous post)

Here are the girls helping?

 or dancing?

Comments from the peanut gallery

I was getting ready in the bathroom hearing all this.
Micah: "Dad are you sure it's okay that you're drawing on the wall with pencil."
Mat: "Yes it's okay," then chuckles.
Micah:" I don't think Mom would want you putting holes in the wall?"
Mat:"I bought this house, meaning I get to do what I want with it."
Gretchen:"I want Dad to show me how to make a daisy chain."

DIY bedside lamps and book headboard

DIY bedside lamp

DIY bedside lamp

DIY bedside lamp

DIY Headboard and Lamps

As you can see by the tag on the photo, Mat started a blog with his DIY project  You can check it out if you're wanting to do some of your own.

Mat's birthday to come, once I get the photos published on Flickr.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

No Wishy Washy--New Car

Let me just start by saying that I may or may have not have clipped Mat's car with the Rover.  Oh! Back up camera you say? Yes, by George there is a back up camera in the Rover, and yes, I should be able to see objects or cars for that matter on the screen, but who has time to wait for the screen to flash on?
As soon as I heard the crunch I new I was toast.  You can only imagine what went through my head as I closed my eyes and rested my head on the steering wheel. I was instantly gut sick and face grew long in a matter of minutes. When I sprang out wincing,  the Rover just had the wheel guard taken off, $12.00 fix for new screws along with a few scratches. Mat's beater Accord did not fair so well.  I smashed the front left head light denting it in--real creased like. We've had the car since med school and it was going south, but this made it even more depressing to look at with it's new shiner. My new shiner. I told Mat I would drive the Honda. I already had to fix the taillight 3mths ago for backing into a garbage can --a $300 mistake.  I didn't deserve the better car, but he wanted the kids and I to be comfortable. It took a few days for things to resume to normal around here. On that Sunday, the Priesthood lesson was on forgiving your wife.  I couldn't have been sent a better lesson in my time of need. I was truly sorry and claimed idiocy for life.

His last week to St. George did him in. The Honda started shaking violently for oil on the way down.  He had enough time to get to a gas station to quench the Honda's thirst before something else gave way.  On the way back, a terrible ice/snowstorm hit and he was crawling on the I-15 at 15mph trying to not lose control of his car. Thank goodness he made it back unharmed.

By the next day (Saturday) we were out car shopping.  Comments from our Peanut Gallery

Micah: "Dad, are you going to clean your new car because your utter one is really dirty."
Gretchen: "Yeah Dad.  I hope the new car smells better than the one you have now."
Becket: "Hey, he might actually wash it?"
Mic: "Hey! Who wants free refreshments from Nate Wade?"

We looked at the Subaru Outback and Hyundai Sante Fe, both comparable cross overs with all wheel drive. However, the Santa Fe had an edge with what's called the technology package and that just put hearts in my husband's eyes. It also was up to speed on comfort and practical features inside the vehicle making Mat's long commutes to St. George turn into butter slide. We bought the car 4 days later.  Look how happy my husband is.  He can actually offer to drive people or go on businessy lunches. Also! I am now really planning my long sought after northwestern road trip up the coast.  With this car, we'll get the gas milage and have extra cargo in the back for all of our adventures. Weeds, we're coming.


Thursday, February 14, 2013

Not Kidding:Secret Admirer Note For Becket in Our Mailbox This Morning

I walked out to send the kids off on the bus and decided to slide over to grab the mail.  There was a long 12X18 piece of paper rolled up with a rubberband around sitting in my mailbox.  It was unlike any of my other junk mail:)

When I opened it this is what the note read:


It was straight out the Valentine Bernstein Bear book where Brother Bear gets a letter just like this.

After taking fingerprints and CSI-ing the evidence I have come to some conclusions

1) They chose the words "mushy and gushy" to express their sentiments to Becket, meaning that they know he HATES this holiday. Most 3rd grade boys do and it's clearly demonstrated in the picture below.  He's running over the Valentine's bear and the girls are frantic to save it. Would you look at that smile on his face?  He's enjoying this thoroughly-sisters screaming and love destroyed.


2) We don't have many kids in our neighborhood, so that means it was driven to our house and dropped off--getting the parents involved in it too.

I love a mystery and a challenge. Don't reveal yourself too soon, I'd like you to stew a little until we think up something clever.  We Harrises have a long history.

If you truly are a young spring chick that has your eye on my science absorbed, deep thinker, some times not giving you the time of day Becket, well, then come talk to me and ignore the above.

Oh! And somebody must be madly smitten with me because he left the frozen blueberries in the fridge.  I am so consumed by his thoughts that he can't think straight :-)

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Books I've Been Reading

I stumbled into this author, Patrick Taylor, in one of my Mom's Reader's Digest books.  Reader's Digests have four books that have been condensed for my reading pleasure.  I usually don't like all of the fluff and wordiness, I'd rather just get the gist.  Anyway, this is the 6th book and it was easy to dive into, now I need to go back and read the others.  It's about two single doctors, one older, one younger, living in Ireland.  It's a small town with everyone knowing everything and boy how the word travels.  I love stories about a community and their Irish way of talking is charming. I also have a thing for doctors:-) I'm now on An Irish Country Wedding, because the last book The Irish Country Courtship left me hanging. I leave this book downstairs for reading during the day.

My 2nd book is one that I keep upstairs by my bed is called Edenbrooke, suggested by a book club.  Philip is very entertaining and has made me laugh out-loud at times.  It takes place in England, one of those Pride and Prejudice clean books. The girl, Marianne, is not as well refined as her twin sister Cecily and finds herself in all sorts of embarrassing situations.  Love the awkwardness.

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Sleeping Through Anything

Mat and I didn't know what was going on when we went and checked on the girls one night.  I stood there just trying to figure out how Micah could get her foot up to her chin. It should have dawned on me sooner, I know.  Here's what the lifted covers revealed:

Bedtime buddy

Monday, February 4, 2013

Happy Groundhog's Day and V-Day For that Matter (Well for most of us)

A girl after my own heart
I usually am the one to proudly wear my groundhog hat (purchased in Puxatawny, PA in the winter of 2003) but Gretchen has taken a liking to holidays just as much as I have, so I passed my groundhog crown to her---as long as she crossed her heart and hoped to die that it would come home.

I also got out our other Valentine treasures.  Becket has made it known that he does NOT like Valentine's Day because of all of the kissy kissing.  He will have nothing with it. He'll run over anything screaming Valentine's with his scooter which in turn, causes the girls to scream with it.



As for this girl--she is just happy to party!