Showing posts with label I'm not Mormon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I'm not Mormon. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Twimmus

My mom, sister, and sister's beau came out to SLC to visit for Christmas! They arrived late on Christmas day - like three stinky gifts someone forgot behind the tree. In any case, here are some pictures I took of their time here.

Christmas morning. Fambly wasn't here yet.
But Camille was way stoked about
her presents.



Camille was huggin' on her bear pillow.
She loves this thing!

We went to Temple Square to see the lights.

Up-close at the Temple.


Jill and Camille.

All of us in front of the reflecting pool at the Temple.


Harper and I touched the Temple! We didn't catch on
fire or anything, which surprised everyone.



Inside the Tabernacle.

So is it just me, or does the organ look like it's made out of
giant robot penises?

Camille and Jill.

Paolo and Harper.

Mom, Camille, Harper at Gardner Village.

Camille chillin' with Gardner Village duckies and
carrying her monkey.

Mom, Harper, Camille, a bear, Paolo, in Park City.

They were only in town for a few days, and then they went back to the sand of fun and sun (Florida). I miss those crazy bitches. Can't wait to see them again!

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Opinion: TTC TMI?

Most modern mothers with Internet access have ventured onto some kind of pregnancy/baby forum or website. These same mothers have probably seen the term "TTC" at some point, and many may have found themselves wondering WTF that meant.

Well, it means "Trying To Conceive," and is a common topic for pregnancy forums. There are discussions on how to make yourself more fertile, the best times to do it, the best foods to eat, what kind of underwear your man should or should not wear, and how to bang so you get a boy/girl/whatever.

I've been uncomfortable with the TTC topics ever since I figured out that TTC is synonymous with "having lots of unprotected sexy times" -- which took me about 3 seconds. It's not that I'm a prude or anything, but I still don't want to actively think about other people having sex. Jake says it's because I have a Mormon within me, aching to be free, but I think it's because I have a sense of propriety. 

Anyway, has anyone else ever had someone tell them they're "trying to have a baby," and actually thought about what that really means? Like, one of your friends is like "yeah we're trying to have a baby" and you've thought of that person and their spouse naked and getting busy? Because I do. I can't help it. It's instantaneous. I turn it off almost immediately, but it's still there, and sometimes it makes me want to pour bleach into my skull.

This is the kind of thing I wonder about when I'm bored.

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Operation Tasty Secret

My bestest friend Tanya came out to the Frozen North to visit me for New Year's. YAAAAAY!!

Tanya's birthday is in a week and a half. Tanya loves cake. So I figured I'd get her a cake as a surprise birthday present. I know; I'm awesome.

Since I like to name things fake military operations names, and because it was a secret, I called the cake buying and picking-up Operation Tasty Secret.

I don't think anyone knew about that name but me.  =/

So after I busted out the cake and surprised Tanya, we decided to not eat the cake immediately but instead keep it until after we got back from visiting Temple Square to see the pretty lights.

And see them we did. And it was hella cold. But pretty.





Baby Jesus makes Jake sad.

Christmas lights make Jake sad.

Face.


Face.


Teeth.



Get out of my way, lollygagging tourists!

And here is the awesome subject of Operation Tasty Secret!



Derp!


Shiney!
Now we're eating cake and watching Modern Family. This show is awesome.

One of us may or may not be blogging. It's impossible to say.