Saturday, November 29, 2008

Happy... thirty...fifth?

Dear Mom,
I know this is a little late, but I hope you forgive me anyway. I can't believe another year has come and gone, and what an exciting year it was for you.
You've always been there for me, and I don't think I thank you enough for what you've done, and continue to do, for me. You not only raised, but nurtured, 7 children and kept a clean and inviting home. You taught each of us everything from cooking, cleaning and sewing to patience, love, faith and a sense of humor. You prepared your daughters to become wives and mothers, and your sons to become husbands and fathers (although, thankfully, not yet).
I've always counted you as one of my best friends--and always will. You're a beautiful woman, Mom, and I hope that this next year brings even more joy and happiness.
Happy Birthday, Mom!

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

While on the subject...

That is, my favorite movies of all-time... let's discuss Arsenic and old lace, which, yes I know, is also a play. I know... and yet, I have not seen it on stage because a certain somebody who would normally accompany me to the theatre isn't into theatre. And how he passed the marriage exam, I still wonder.
I won't give a plot synopsis because I just tried to do so for Preston's benefit and he quit listening before I was even halfway done. It could have something to do with my ability to get hopelessly mired in the details and quotes, oh the quotes... this movie has got some seriously fantastic dialogue.
I respect my readers too much to subject them to such meandering.
What was I saying?
This is Cary Grant. He plays the lead role of Moritmer Brewster. Boy was he yummy. I could watch him all day, sigh.

Oh, and here he is again, with Josephine Hull and Jean Adair, who play Abby and Martha Brewster, his crazy-ace Aunts. They've been doing some "charity work" lately, ala Kevorkian.

John Alexander, he plays Theodore Brewster, and I'm not giving anything away when I say that he thinks he's Theodore Roosevelt. Don't miss his repeated charges up San Juan Hill. Absolutely hilarious.

And Cary Grant again, pictured this time with the window seat, which is a sort of demi-character, also with Raymond Massey, who plays Jonathan Brewster. At this point, you might notice his (Raymond's, not my beloved Cary's) uncanny resemblance to Boris Karloff (or you could be saying "enough with the pictures already, woman!") Ah, your powers will serve you well when you watch this movie.

Seriously, go watch it. And, if you can, turn on the subtitles. All the better to hear those Cary Grant zingers. (see previous paragraph regarding the quotes)

Sunday, November 23, 2008

And in keeping with the theme of sanity. Psycho, anyone?

Have I ever mentioned how much I adore Alfred Hitchcock? No? Shame on me. The man is a genius, and of course you knew that, but he gets the "Heather stamp of approval". So when Preston "had" to watch Psycho this weekend for his Film Studies class...
I, uh, approved.
Start the therapy all over again, I've re-discovered a shower phobia.

Also, while searching for the above picture, which is probably protected by copyright and I'm sorry please don't take me to jail, I found this. The jury is still out on whether this is the absolute funniest or the singularly most disturbing thing I've ever seen. If I had a guest bathroom designated for "guests that irritate me and still need to shower in my home" (really?), I'd totally buy it.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Best Friends

Jaxon took it upon himself to play quietly in his room for a bit this morning, and since we were up early--I took the opportunity to try to zip through some work to get it out of the way. After about a half-hour of relative quiet, the silence was broken by Jaxon's "flipper giggle", which usually means one of two things... or two of two things:
1. He's really wound up
2. He's doing something naughty
Investigating, I found nothing but a quiet, empty bedroom. Confused, I called out Jaxon's name. In response, another [muffled] giggle, then a little foot popped out from under the bed skirt. And then...
a tail.

...and I wonder why I don't get much work done.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Tagged again

My lovely little sister, Jenny, tagged me to fill out another survey. I think its because she hates me. And you, dear readers. She hates you too. I don't blame you if you quit reading right now.

5 things I was doing 10 years ago...
1. I was in Junior High
2. Don't know
3. Wasn't memorable
4. Thank goodness
5. Cuz I was a dork

5 things on my to do list today...
1. Work [check!]
2. Get dressed [uh, negative Ghost Rider]
3. Brush my teeth [check!]
4. Keep Jaxon entertained [check!]
5. Do a pointless survey [double check!]

5 snacks I enjoy...
1. Cookies
2. Ice cream
3. Yogurt
4. Granola Bars
5. Bananas

5 things I would do if I was a millionaire...
1. Travel
2. Buy a[nother] house
3. Buy a new Mini Cooper
4. Take care of my family
5. Donate to charity

5 places I have lived...
1. Cottonwood, AZ--apartment
2. Cottonwood, AZ--house
3. Las Vegas, NV--apartment
4. Las Vegas, NV--townhouse
5. Queen Creek, AZ--house

5 places I have worked...
1. Jackson Hewitt
2. Dentist's office
3. HMA
4. Home (professional Mommy)
5. Home, again (for real, B)

4 things I'm passionate about...
1. My family
2. Reading
3. Blogging
4. Cooking/Baking

4 things I say often...
1. Hush, Hendrix!
2. Get down from there, Jaxon Robert!
3. I miss my Mini Cooper
4. @$%*!

4 things I want to do before I die...
1. Travel
2. Get another Mini Cooper
3. See Jenny get married, or at least find a guy to hang out with for more than a week
4. See my grandchildren, maybe my great-great-great-grandchildren

4 things I want/need...
1. Another Mini Cooper
2. To win the lottery
3. To own my own bookstore
4. To have time to write a book

4 places I want to see/visit...
1. Europe
2. Asia
3. Australia
4. Those other continents

4 TV shows I can't live without...
1. Ugly Betty
2. Ghost Hunters
3. House
4. Anything that distracts a 2-year-old

4 things you don't know about me...
1. I'm scared of public restrooms. No, really.
2. I hate feet.
3. I hate driving. Except my Mini Cooper, which I no longer have. Lets move on before I cry.
4. I hate onions.

Tag 5 people...
1. You, you reading this right now.

Sunday, November 16, 2008


We interrupt your blog reading with an
important announcement.
Jaxon used the big boy potty this evening.
That is all, carry on.

Friday, November 14, 2008


...we're starting to channel intelligence information through the toaster. Should we worry?

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Happy 2nd Birthday!

Dear Jaxon,
I can't believe how much my life changed in that moment two years ago that I first laid eyes on you, all ten pounds of you, with your little angry red face and fists waving frantically and yelling for dear life while Otis Redding played "The Dock of the Bay" over the OR radio... and yet I can hardly remember what my life was like before you came along. What did I have to talk about? To think about? To look forward to? I don't remember.
You have brought so much joy and laughter into my life. I have been blessed to be able to spend each and every day with you. I've witnessed every one of your milestones from your first tooth to your first steps and words. I love seeing the world through your eyes, where each day is an adventure.
You have such a beautiful personality, I love your sense of humor and compassion. I love to listen to your stories about "spider friends" and alligators. I love your sweet little voice and your laugh, even that goofy "flipper" one that you do when you're really wound up. I love that you enjoy reading and coloring and playing outside and dancing and bath time, I love that you herd your toys and that you carry around that Cabbage Patch Doll your Aunt Tara gave you. I love that you worry when you hear someone cry, and that you like to wave at everyone in Wal-Mart. I even love that you're scared pantsless of noisy toys.
What it comes down to is, I love everything about you son. Happy Birthday, I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Happy Birthday!

Dear Tara,

Because I'm a good sister, I won't disclose exactly how old you are. I expect the same courtesy when my next birthday rolls around.
Unlike all of our other siblings, I don't remember the day you were born. However, every single childhood memory I have includes my big sister, Tara. Nobody would have ever questioned that you were the firstborn, you have a natural talent for mothering, apparent even in our early years. I didn't always appreciate it, but I look back at those power struggles fondly now. Power struggles such as telling Mom that I "glued to the wall" all the way up to nastier fights when we were older.
Mostly I look back on all the great memories we had together, countless hours spent in the back yard, playing house and jumping on the trampoline. Making forts on Saturday mornings out of the kitchen chairs and baby blankets and spinning on the tire swing at the park until we threw up Dilly Bars. I remember how grateful I was my first day of Middle School, when you took a few minutes out of your morning to show me where my classroom was, and a few years later, when you chauffeured your little sister to and from High School.
I've always looked up to you, big sister--you're much cooler than you give yourself credit for. You have a great faith that I envy, and a beautiful family that I love. You're a wonderful mother to my nephews and niece, and I love watching our children make memories together now. You have always been, and still remain, an inspiration to me.
Happy Birthday, Tara!

Your little sister,

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Four no more

We got confirmation last night that I did indeed miscarry. I appreciate everyone's well-wishes and prayers for the last week.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Scrapbooking experiment

Since I'm stuck to the bed and couch, I decided to play with a new find--digital scrapbooking! A big "thank you" to Michael's wife, Angela for this new distraction!!! It comes at a much-needed time.
Okay, first of all, I realize I already posted this picture, but this is my first successful attempt and I'm kinda proud.
I got all the materials from ShabbyPrincess. They have a ton of cute stuff, basically everything you could possibly want to make something cute for free. I worked with, which is a free program, but it has a lot of limitations (or maybe its just me)... if you have Photoshop, it should be a breeze! One day I'll go pro... you know, when I have couple hundred bucks just laying around and nothing better to do but buy software. Like after I win the lottery.

Prayers, please

This new baby is trying to one-up Jaxon in the worry department already. If we could get some positive thoughts and prayers thrown our way, we would appreciate it. We'll know more tomorrow, we're given about a 50/50 as of yesterday afternoon.

Saturday, November 1, 2008


The Ruiz Family's Halloween was pretty uneventful. Preston went to work, dressed as a convict, Jaxon spent the day swinging between happiness and total meltdown, and I stationed myself here at the computer and typed away. Aunt Jenny came over in the afternoon so we could take Jaxon up to Daddy's office before closing to show off his costume, but they shut down early so families could get an early jump on trick-or treating, so we went to Aunt Jenny's work instead to see everyone else that dressed up. We met up with Preston and had some dinner, and then decided to head over to Grandpa's house (we have the distinction of being the only trick-or-treaters allowed at Grandpa's!), he loaded Jaxon up with candy corn (which Jaxon LOVES), little suckers and a couple handfuls of Halloween fruit snacks. Jaxon played for a little bit, and with his bag already almost full, we headed back home to hit a few houses around the neighborhood before heading back home. I wasn't feeling well, and Jaxon was tired from all the excitement--so nobody seemed to mind the early night. Jenny and I spent the rest of the evening laboring over a gigantic pumpkin (I know, its a little counter-intuitive to carve the pumpkin on Halloween), Preston toasted the seeds and Jaxon enjoyed a cupcake left over from the 4-dozen I made for Preston's employees. No, it wasn't exciting... but Jaxon was danged cute.

Jaxon was the cutest "Shrek" ever.

Jaxon, inspecting Daddy's shackles.

Jenny's monster, Mung. Actually she named it something else but neither Preston or I can remember what it was.

Boris the spider, carved by me.