tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26547726098458462962024-03-13T20:16:07.199-06:00Jubal, Aurelia, and GrahamTales of a Little FamilyJubal and Aureliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656898535464275397noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654772609845846296.post-63468575867230344242014-07-16T21:49:00.001-06:002014-07-16T21:49:43.761-06:00!!!Warning!!!! This Post Contains PoopWe use cloth diapers. The poop has never been too much for these diapers. Until it WAS!<br />
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We were in the car. Jubal was dropping me off for a haircut 5 minutes away from our house, so we didn't even take the diaper bag, cuz even if he pooped in the car, we weren't gonna get him out til he was home.<br />
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On the way, we heard the telltale grunting that always heralds the arrival of poop. I thought 'HA! Jubal has to deal with it while I pay someone tons of money to wash my hair for me!'<br />
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I got out of the car to say bye to Graham...it was on his hands....and his face....and his carseat straps....and EVERYWHERE!<br />
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I think there were about 30 seconds of me just looking at it, my mind going through every possible method of taking care of this...I found a sock in the car and started to use it, til I realized that there was wayyyyyy more poop than a stupid sock could handle.<br />
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So like the ninja I am, I got the baby out of the carseat without getting any poop on myself, and carried him into the salon by one leg and one arm (I wish I had pictures, but I'm sure you're glad I don't).<br />
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We walked into the salon and people were all 'Oh my gosh, what a cute baby! Oh my gosh, what a doll!' uhhh.....dolls don't cover themselves in poop......so thanks for that......<br />
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I asked for the bathroom, gave the baby a bath in the sink, used their whole roll of paper towels, and managed to get the baby squeaky clean. Next problem: he's naked.<br />
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I calmly instructed Jubal to remove his undershirt so I could use it as a diaper. I will be eternally grateful that I stumbled on <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bTSHijv8yog" target="_blank">this</a> video about how to make a diaper out of a t-shirt like 2 years ago.<br />
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I then sent Jubal home to deal with ALL of it, while I got a DevaCurl haircut.<br />
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<br />Jubal and Aureliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656898535464275397noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654772609845846296.post-22680210786123090452011-06-30T09:45:00.001-06:002011-07-02T09:00:45.495-06:00Green Smoothies!I’ve had so many people ask me about my green smoothies, and ask for recipes, so I thought I should just make a blog post about it. My smoothies are different every day, so it’s hard to just throw out a recipe, but I’ll try. The important thing is to keep adding fruit until you can’t taste the greens anymore. Just keep throwin that fruit in there!<br /><br />Today’s green smoothie recipe:<br /><br />2 handfuls of spring mix (or spinach, or romaine lettuce, or kale, or swiss chard, or anything!)<br />1 banana, peeled and broken in half<br />8 strawberries<br />10 raspberries<br />2 handfuls of blueberries (I can’t grab very many in a handful, so maybe only one handful)<br />1/3 C water<br /><br />This is what it looked like<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY_DUkjCf2RLRtlRK3PxvYBZNgJIqev4b-K8NxpmH3xdoBh07Y1Q-QQPTACdKXBKn4AanrTfqysIOOzIeBgkrVYXFKG4zVK3SPWol0A6bBanspRh1kzemYFFicWo0KJ9rntdT1gFm6NtI/s1600/Photo+17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY_DUkjCf2RLRtlRK3PxvYBZNgJIqev4b-K8NxpmH3xdoBh07Y1Q-QQPTACdKXBKn4AanrTfqysIOOzIeBgkrVYXFKG4zVK3SPWol0A6bBanspRh1kzemYFFicWo0KJ9rntdT1gFm6NtI/s320/Photo+17.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(please ignore my messy apartment in the background)<br /><br /><br /><br />Blend until it's all mixed and smooth. Add 4-6 ice cubes and blend again.<br /><br />Eat! (but rinse the blender first-cleaning up after dried smoothie is ridiculously awful)Jubal and Aureliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656898535464275397noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654772609845846296.post-88599875874568081942011-06-28T16:17:00.000-06:002011-07-01T12:08:00.321-06:00Changes<div class="MsoNormal">I feel a little bit like I should preface the blog change. We’ve been trying to change a lot of things in our lifestyle lately, and even though I know people will think it’s weird, I feel like I might as well blog about it. I also don’t want to be one of those pushy people who is always confrontational, attacking other people’s lifestyles simply because they’ve chosen a different one. Mostly this is just becoming my place to write about what I want. That’s all.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Since I was probably 14, I’ve had this vision in my head of what my life will be like 50 years from now. I will travel, grocery shop, cook, taste food, fly planes, ride horses, shoot guns, climb mountains, hang glide, sky dive, ride in hot-air balloons, wear pretty shoes, have a garden, take road trips, spring-clean every month, go to the temple, say prayers at night, argue about the Sunday School lesson, go walking, people-watch, sleep with the windows open and a fan on, listen to the birds in the morning, listen to thunderstorms at night, and more, all with my best friend in the whole world. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Even though I know it probably sounds a little bit crazy, I just want to be like my grandparents, who did EVERYTHING together. I never saw them without each other, and I remember once my mom talked about them and how they were such good friends, they did everything together just because they could. They went grocery shopping together, went walking together, travelled everywhere together, made food together, and talked to their grandchildren together. I think the only thing my grandpa did by himself was fix electrical appliances. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Laying aside the difficulties of actually trying to be friends with my husband now that I have one (they always say the first year is the hardest, so maybe as of Saturday it’ll be easier…) when I picture myself and my best friend in 50 years, we’re still both able to walk, able to travel, able to think quickly, able to move quickly, and alive. I want to live as long as I can, and I want to really LIVE until I die. And I want to be with my best friend until I die. I really don’t want to spend any lengthy amount of time without him. Ever. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">My family has a history of cancer, heart disease, and diabetes. I have watched several family members come face to face with death, and have to dramatically change their lifestyle in order to stay alive. Usually, their wives are the driving force behind their lifestyle change. I decided a few months ago that I don’t want to wait to change my lifestyle until I have to do it out of fear. I want to do it now. I want to keep my buddy around for as long as possible, and I want the time to be fun, active, and full of life. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">When we got married, Jubal and I both gained weight. I haven’t gained a lot, I can still fit in my old clothes, they just don’t look quite as good. Jubal gained a lot over our first summer, but lost almost all of it during the winter when he started exercising. But I worried. If we have a hard time keeping off weight when we’re only 22, it is gonna be ridiculously hard when we’re older, especially as our lives get crazier, as I have kids, as we spend less and less of our time running up the stairs to our apartment when we forget things, and walking across campus as fast as we can while looking idiotic because we’re late for class. I took a hard look at our lifestyle, and identified the things that are really keeping us from being the best bodies we can be. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">And together, we are changing. It’s not about losing weight, it’s not about being attractive, it’s not about moving to Oregon so we can be around people who are more ‘environmentally aware.’ It’s about wanting to be around, get around, and stay around. Ya know how you always see people with super nice cars, or super nice houses, and think ‘doesn’t that suck, that we have to wait to have the things we want until we’re old and can’t even use or clean them anymore?’ Well, since with our line of work, I KNOW it’ll be a long time til we can have anything nice (if ever) so I’d better just try to be in darn good shape when that time comes.<br /><br /><br /></div>Jubal and Aureliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656898535464275397noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654772609845846296.post-78518728670694288222011-06-15T21:14:00.001-06:002011-06-15T21:17:36.931-06:00Raaaaaspberries!!!!!Stop!!! Before reading any further, watch the video!<br />
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</div><div>He came back with everything exactly as I had asked for it......except the raspberry jam. He came back with SEEDLESS. Now anyone who knows me well knows that the three things I hate more than anything are these: mayonnaise, tuna, and seedless raspberry jam. When I was a kid, I didn't even KNOW there was seedless raspberry jam. If you're gonna have gloppy, lumpy, weird-tasting, colored fruit spread, you might as well get grape jelly. Yuck. I had a few minutes of the 'my-husband-obviously-doesn't-love me-because-we've-been-married-for-a-whole-year-and-4-days-and-he-bought-me-seedless-raspberry-jam' feeling, but I got over it. Now we have two jars of seedless raspberry jam in our fridge (the first one is from a similar unfortunate incident involving a brother who can't get the right jam either), and Jubal cleaned the whole apartment by himself to make it up to me. I guess I can't really complain about that. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I sent Jubal back to the store. He came back with raspberry preserves. Seeds and all. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. </div><div><br />
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</div><div>Raspberry jam is seedless and is actually jelly.</div><div>Raspberry preserves have the seeds, taste good, and are perfect. </div><div>Never trust a boy with your raspberry happiness.<br />
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ps. in preparing for this post, I did my research. according to google, raspberries go perfectly with beer.....why ruin a perfectly good raspberry?!</div>Jubal and Aureliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656898535464275397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654772609845846296.post-36972042182076685362011-06-09T05:56:00.001-06:002011-06-15T08:10:51.726-06:00Opera Stars and NinjasLast night was the opening night of the Spring Opera, <i>Beatrice et Benedict! </i>Jubal is the lead (Benedict, not Beatrice) and he was seriously a star. Reasons: Aurelia had the flu on Tuesday. Guess who woke up with it on Wednesday...Jubal. Bad news. But he made it through the whole day, and the entire opera was a smashing success! It's interesting, sometimes I start to think in my head, 'maybe Jubal's not really as funny as I think he is, maybe I'm just weird and that's why he makes me laugh so hard every freakin day...' but then I get to see how the audience reacts, and I realize that I'm definitely not crazy, cuz everybody loves Jubal and thinks he's hilarious. Although I will admit that it's weird to see him kiss other girls on stage, I do love to see him perform. He was so good. Yay Jubal!<br />
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After the opera last night, we gave one of my friends a ride home. This person hates rides home. He will go to ridiculous (albeit hilarious) lengths to avoid them. He rides the bus. He is a bus ninja.....actually, he is <i>the</i> <a href="http://busninja.blogspot.com/">BUSNINJA</a>. Yes, last night the BUSNINJA was in our car. Be jealous. Be astounded. At the end of the car ride, Jubal told him 'no need to blog about us or anything'...and of course just to be a punk, I decided to blog about him before he can blog about us. Ha!Jubal and Aureliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656898535464275397noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654772609845846296.post-81778124850504076822011-04-17T12:33:00.000-06:002011-04-17T12:33:42.522-06:00How to be cool kids in the summerThings you will need:<br />
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Fix the blinkers on the Yamaha so they don't randomly turn on while driving. Next, fix the blinkers on the Honda so that they will blink instead of just staying on.<br />
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After all these steps are completed, go for rides together to beautiful places like Provo Canyon, Bridal Veil Falls, Steamboat Springs, and really anywhere you feel like. Congratulations. You are now a cool kid.....<br />
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.... until winter.Jubal and Aureliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656898535464275397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654772609845846296.post-60029744331731579852010-12-23T21:13:00.000-07:002010-12-23T21:13:58.922-07:00New AdventuresWe're in Kansas!! After a quick decision to leave early to avoid weather, we made it safely to Denver, spent a short night, and left for Kansas around 6 in the morning on Sunday. The drive went super well from Denver to Olathe, no mess-ups, no bad weather, and only a 10-second stop in Burlington, CO (which smells terrible) to switch drivers. We had dinner with the family, hung out with nephews, talked, and just had fun in general.<br />
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Monday night, we went on a date to the Plaza in Kansas City, where the lights were absolutely enchanting! First we went to Panera and had soup with baguettes, delish! Then we walked around, went into some totally fun stores, looked at vintage furniture, got hot chocolate from Starbucks, and chilled in Barnes and Noble for a few hours. I absolutely love the Barnes and Noble on the plaza, with 4 floors and tons of chairs, and every book I could ever imagine! I finally settled down in the cookbook section, and Jubal bought me the Williams-Sonoma Cookbook-yippee!!! I've been reading it and learning all kinds of fantastic things ever since I got it! We had such a fun time on the plaza, we both agreed afterwards that it made us feel like real city people, a night downtown, the lights, coffee shops, walking everywhere. We love it! I think we're both excited to soon get out of Provo, hopefully somewhere further East, see the lights, the cities, have adventures!!!<br />
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Wednesday night, we went to a wedding reception for my friend Heather, it was so crazy to see her all married! We've been best friends since we were in Kindergarten together, lived together for a year in college, had crushes on twin brothers, ya know, just everything! Afterwards, we totally made out in the car-we haven't done that in ages (our apologies to Spencer and his car), then went and watched the Psych season finale with Erin and Brent. Ah Christmas break, when we can just hang out, do whatever we want, stay out late, make out in front of my dad's house without having to worry about Charles coming out and talking about the evils of kissing.....<br />
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I am excited to get back to our tiny apartment that is so easy to clean, and try out a bajillion new recipes! In the meantime, here's to a happy Christmas, a cold winter's night, and a cozy warm bed!Jubal and Aureliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656898535464275397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2654772609845846296.post-41576548440902836912010-09-21T09:40:00.000-06:002010-09-21T09:40:53.553-06:00DisclaimerWhat you read/see/hear here will be in no way deep, earth-shattering, or of any intrinsic value whatsoever. I merely felt the need to follow the common practice and create a blog about our little family.<br />
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Jubal sings opera and plays golf and inspires people to create talent quilts about him.<br />
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Aurelia plays the piano and cooks everything that Erin cooks. Perhaps a talent hanky? Anyone?<br />
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Jubal is a lowly undergrad.<br />
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Aurelia is a (what is the opposite of lowly...highly? I think not...) grad student.<br />
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Jubal is a weird kid.<br />
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Aurelia is a cool kid.<br />
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Together we make an extremely talented, quilt-about-able, ridiculously attractive, highly educated, and just plain cool couple.<br />
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Our current endeavors include:<br />
J: singing in the fall opera, The Magic Flute by Mozart, singing other stuff, working on a golf course grounds crew, and sleeping at every chance<br />
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A: being the rehearsal pianist for said opera, playing other stuff, conducting imaginary choirs, singing in and playing for the concert choir, trying out all Erin's recipes, and straightening her hair alot.<br />
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We wish to say: Happy 25th birthday to Erin (yesterday), happy 3 month anniversary to us (10 days ago), and Merry Christmas! (in 3 months)Jubal and Aureliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656898535464275397noreply@blogger.com0