Oh Canada!

Well everyone, we made it. We managed to make it through another Olympics. It's hard to think that the 2010 Vancouver games just started two weeks ago, and now they are over and we have to wait until 2012 for the London games. We have had a great time watching the Olympics at my house. Every night after dinner, we turn on the games and watch them until 10:30 at night and then sometimes stay up and watch the late night stuff. Needless to say, there hasn't been much sleep the past few weeks at the Rohde house, but it was worth it.
Can you believe that it's been eight years since the games were here? That was us putting on the shows and trying to handle the chaos. My mother even learned to tap beer...on a Sunday...for Scott Hamilton! (Ok, he didn't get a beer, but whoever he was with did.) All the things that were learned and shared during that time...but I wasn't here. Nope! I was in Price doing King Lear at CEU. I missed the insanity and had to watch it all on TV on the late night rerun. But my mother had a great time and really enjoyed it, as did most of the volunteers. 
It's strange to think of all of the events that have occurred over the last eight years. Weddings, births, graduations, missions, funerals, surgeries...and we made it. By the grace of God, we made it. There have been many times where our faith in God, other people and ourselves has been tested. We have been through struggles that we never thought we would and prayed we wouldn't have to. But we made it. One step at a time, we made it. Be it by luck, karma, or by the sweet mercy of the Lord, we survived. And we came out stronger. 
I think the reason why I love to watch the Olympics is to see the human spirit try to over come adversity. We love the underdog stories of those who came from nowhere and melted our hearts. Like the poor luge athlete who died on the day of the opening ceremonies, or the strong Canadian figure skater who lost her mother out of the blue two days before competing and she took the bronze. Or the four man bobsled team that has ties to Park City. And who can forget my someday husband, Apolo Anton Ohno. I love him...and someday, he may love me too! 

(See? He's even holding my favorite beverage!)

So for now, we must bid adieu to the 21st Olympic winter games and go back to our normal, hum-drum lives...until the 2012 London games start in 18 months!  

House Cleaning = Nesting?

(My laundry room/kitchen)

My husband can be a very silly man sometimes. Today after church, and after a wonderful Sunday afternoon nap, I started doing some laundry. I cannot tell you how thankful I am that I have a washer and dryer here IN MY APARTMENT! I know that I have mentioned it before, and I will continue to mention it. After living without one for over a year, it becomes a selling point. I fell in love with this apartment the moment I saw it. And this baby was what sold me.

Anyway, I was doing some laundry to get work clothes ready for the week. The Mr asked if I was ok. I said yes and asked why. He said that I was "nesting" and it concerned him. So...discuss. House cleaning = nesting? Or just taking advantage of the amenities in my home? He's cute. I'll keep him.

Class Act

I think Conan O'brien said it best. Work hard, be kind and anything is possible. I heart you Conan!

Christmas Shoes

 I know, I know. Christmas was over almost a month ago. But some stories are good year round. And as there are many people who have asked for this, here it is. The story of the Christmas Shoes!

 About ten years ago, a Christmas song was released called "The Christmas Shoes". It's a touching song about this business man who is at the store on Christmas Eve. He is standing in line behind this little boy who is trying to buy some shoes for his mom because she is dying and needs a new pair of shoes to wear when she meets Jesus. The man in line is so touched by this moment, that he buys the shoes for the boy, who didn't have enough money. Then there is a chorus of children singing "Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my momma please. It's Christmas time and these shoes are just her size. Could you hurry sir? Daddy says there's not much time. Mom's been sick for quite some time and I know these shoes would make her smile..." blah blah blah.

Now, for those who are keeping track at home, I am not a heartless person. This is a touching song. It's based off a book by the same name and even had a Hallmark channel movies made about it. I have heard a similar story, but it's from the little boy's point a view, many years later. It is precious that a little boy wants his mom to be happy and have something respectable to wear when she passes on. I get it...

HOWEVER...

The two radio stations here in Salt Lake that become Christmas Central from the beginning of November until New Years plays this song a lot. And I mean A LOT! Ad nauseum! To the point, that about 4 years ago, my own mother said something that I never would have expected to come out of her mouth.

We were on our way to a store one November afternoon, and the Christmas Shoes song came on the radio, for about the fifth time that afternoon. I was very adamant about changing the station when my mother yelled out "Your momma don't need no shoe! She dead!" We had to pull over to the side of the road because we were laughing so hard! Why were we laughing? Well, DUH! My mother only spouts gold like that in rare times. I was laughing so hard I was crying. We were telling that story for the next year, and still laughing just as hard.

The next year came around and through a series of e-mails and conversations, my mom and I decided that we need to have a contest. We were going to present each other with some Christmas Shoes. However, there were, and still are, some strict guidelines for this. The main rule was that they were to be as ugly and gaudy as possible. Why? Well, whenever we think of Christmas Shoes, we think of cheap shoes with more bling then Mr. T could ever imagine. Think of something that your crazy great aunt would find at the Fashion Bug or TJ Maxx. So the contest was on! And ever since then, each year has gotten a little more crazy and a little more blingy.

So this year, I was pretty sure that I had won. I had spent days going to fabric and craft stores. I couldn't find gold glitter anywhere in the valley, until I found a Wal-Mart that's find of hidden away. There I found all of my supplies and spent that evening with some Mariah Carey Christmas music and a hot glue gun. So, with that said, I present my creation for Christmas Shoes 2009!

That's right, friends! There is fringe, glitter and bells! I took a nice, regular red ballet flat and transformed it into a work of art! This is something that my momma could wear to meet Jesus and these would get her into heaven! I was so proud of my work. I even received some pumpkin bread that was wrapped in some plastic and the little gold sparkley ornament. There were two. I hit the jackpot.

HOWEVER...

On Christmas morning, I opened the Christmas Shoes from my mom. And yet again...I was left speechless. I have never seen something so hideous.


We called it a tie.

Stay tuned for next year's edition of the Christmas Shoes. It is bound to be bigger and better.

Huh

So sad...and yet I couldn't resist!

Hello? Is anyone there? We have a 7:15 appointment!

     These photos were taken the day after Kiddie Kandids closed their stores. The creepy thing is that since no one was told that this would be happening, the computers were still on, the appointment book still opened on the counter and a sale sign that was advertising a 40% off sale that was to run until today...January 17th. Needless to say, that didn't happen! I was very irate to learn that none of the employees were going to be getting the paycheck that they had already earned! And they were told via e-mail. The dirty dogs that couldn't at least plan for that should be taken out behind the barn. Now if people want their paycheck, they have to go to court to settle it. It makes me sick. 

   But, as Mike and I are sick-minded people, we took this photo at South Town Mall. People were walking by, a little confused, but still laughing. It's sad to see that the world is coming to in these rough economic times. I hope the employees can find something soon.

    On a happy note, baby brother got married this past weekend. It was a wonderful day filled with good times, amazing food, and spiritual enlightenment. I will be posting more about that another time. As for now, have a great week and I hope to see you back here soon!

Happy 2010!

Well friends, we made it. It's a new year, and new decade and a new chance to break resolutions and come up with new ones in March! I hope everyone had a pleasant Christmas and New Year. Ours was spent going from family to family, laughing with the kids and mocking the adults. It was a very busy time, but it was wonderful to spend it with the people I love and remember what life is really about. I will post pictures soon, because that's what Santa Mike got me for Christmas, as well as the 3rd annual Christmas Shoes Pageant. For those who don't know about the tradition of the Christmas Shoes, this will be a new experience!

So as I sit here on Sunday night, trying not to get too depressed about going back to work tomorrow, I have been thinking about what I want to accomplish this year. Last year was full of surprises and trying to survive, but I have a good feeling about this year. There will be some changes; Andy getting married in two weeks, Mike going back to school, and paying off the copious amounts of medical bills that were racked up over the past year and a half. (Yes, they will all be paid off by the end of this year!) But most things will stay the same; working, living, loving and enjoying life.

I do have to admit something. I am kind of hoping by the end of this year that we can start a family. Yes...I said it. I want a baby! Now, this has been, and will continue to be, a back and forth thing. There are days when I would love nothing more then to be a mommy with a little one running around. Good example: Today, my niece Kiley was blessed. We all made the trek to Clinton and were treated to a sacrament meeting in a LARGE family ward. Lots of kids...very loud. My ward? Not so much. During this hour, we were entertained by baby Jack. He is one of the funniest little kids I know. My little nephew will be 2 this week, and he has such a little personality. As we sat in the chapel, two rows behind my brother's family, Jack was waving and pointing and making faces. We got the giggles. Then he came back and sat on Mike's lap while looking at a book. Not only was Mike trying to teach Jack that the three Nephites are named Larry, Curly and Moe, but Jack was making faces and saying Amen really loud after any one else did. We got the giggles. Again. But this time, we got the church giggles. Those are the giggles that you have to keep quite, but can't because you are gasping for air and trying not to be asked to leave. And the best part? Jack was telling us about his cowboy birthday planned for Friday night. I enjoyed having him on my lap and it felt like we kind of had our own little family.

But then there are moments where I want the little shits, also known as children, to shut their pie holes and go away. That would be the family that was sitting behind us during sacrament meeting. And my biggest issues with these little shits is not really the kids, but the parents, also known as big shits. They totally tune out their child and allow them to do whatever, whenever and however loud they wish to be. Perfect example: ANY CHILD WITH THEIR PARENTS AT WAL-MART!!! Because we all know that when you can hear a child crying, you have been at Wal-mart too damn long! This cures me of my desire to have children and I can go home to my quiet apartment and go to bed whenever I want. So...we'll work on that one.

So, here is my list of resolutions that I want to be better at keeping for the year ahead. In no particular order:

1. I am going to try to keep up on the dishes and other housework. I feel more calm and and at peace when my house is clean and tidy. I also don't like the way Mike does it. I know, I'm the one with the issues, so I will do it and not worry about it. It will take more effort, but if I can get into a routine, it should be ok.
2. I need to be more consistent with reading my scriptures. We are studying the Old Testament in Sunday School and I want to keep up with it. 
3. Now that sacrament meeting starts at 11, I have no excuse not to go more consistently. I have been doing a lot better about that this past month. We have a great ward with wonderful people and it's time for me to get more involved. 
4. I am going to be better about getting to work on time...EVERYDAY... and working harder. 
5. I need to be more patient as a wife. Nuff said.
6. Need to attend the temple more...for SO many reasons.

I think that pretty much covers it. I will start exercising again and getting back into shape for all of this year's 5K races that Wendi and I plan on doing. I miss that. So, here is to a new year and I hope and pray that this year will be better for everyone!

I wish I had a camera for this one...

So last night, for the first time in a long time, I felt older then I really am! I am 28. I like to think that I am hip and up on my pop culture. I don't look 28 nor to I feel 28 most of the time. However...when the average age of the people in the room is 17, I felt more like I was 40. (And there's nothing wrong with 40!!!)

I went with my sister, Wendi, and my cousin, Mandy, and her friends to the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus concert at the Murray Theater. I went because Wendi needed a buddy, and because FACE DOWN is one of my favorite songs. So we get there...there are 5 other bands that are touring with them. The first few were NOT so good. However, I fell in love with one of the bands.

This is Monty Are I!!!

They are from Rhode Island and I had never heard of them before. But for being a scream-o band, they were awesome to watch! There was guitars, keyboards, brass and fantastic live vocals. Go to their website or even YouTube and check out their song "One in a Million". I am in love with that song now. Of course it was during their set that people were getting hauled out by security for violent moshing. One girl got hit and was knocked out cold. Another one passed out, but that's because she looked like she needed to eat a sammich and put some meat on her bones.

The best part of the WHOLE night was when Red Jumpsuit was singing FACE DOWN and the lead singer from Monty Are I came out to sing with him. It was totally worth the almost 5 hours we had waited for them to play and the ringing ears. (Memo to me...EAR PLUGS!!!) It was wonderful. We all had a good time, but we learned some good lessons from this.

1. If there are other bands opening, don't come for at least an hour after the show starts. It was not so fun and you can save your ears. I woke up with a pounding headache this morning and I wanted to die a little.
2. Don't stand near the middle! This is where the moshing is. I had to pull Wendi out of the way a few times but she still got attacked. Hope her knee is doing better today.
3. EARPLUGS!!! Always bring ear plugs! My left ear is still ringing today. You'd think I would have learned all of this by now. I'll need hearing aids by the time I'm 50.
4. And last, but not least...always bring a small bottle of hand sanitizer! I felt so gross by the time I left and needed to wash my hands or something.

I am very glad that I went though. Wendi even had a good time. But I know if we take these lessons we learned and put them to use when We the Kings come on February 26th, we will have a much better time. The Murray is a wonderful little venue and the acoustics were awesome. And the best part? The Murray is half a block from my house. I walked home in less then a minute. SWEET!

So...if anyone is interested in coming with Wendi and I to We the Kings in February, let me know. It will be a good time.