Archive for July, 2008

Garage Sale

July 31, 2008

If you add one letter it becomes:


Husband’s firm opinion is that crap doesn’t disappear. It just exchanges hands from one garage sale to the next.

And the next…

And the next…

Believe it or not there’s more. A loveseat, a futon, a large and very heavy desk, an antique little chair, A TV and it’s stand. It’s a Sony. And I quote all three of the guys who came to give moving quotes: “Oh. A Sony eh? They are the HEAVIEST brand of televisions.” Who knew?

Believe it or not. I love this part of a move. The cleaning out the crap part! I vow nothing that goes out to the garage sale comes back in, Yay!

You’re invited on over to my place. Fall into the Crap!

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Flirting with Veganism

July 30, 2008

I didn’t mean to. It just…happened. Yeah, right. THAT’s what they all say.

I believe people of vegetarian beliefs fall into 3 different doctrines.

The casual observer does not eat red meat and sometimes stays away from chicken and pork. And they usually do eat fish–although they might insist on wild caught. I’ll call these folks the Christmas and Easter attendees.

Up a religious notch are the Ovo-vegetarians. In addition to refraining from all meats they will stay away from eggs and baked goods containing eggs. Ovos = Sabbath Observers.

And Third:
Ovo-Lacto-Vegetarians, or Vegans are the Ultra-Orthodox of veggie-philes. (Think: attend Church EVERY day.) They abstain from all meat, eggs & dairy. As far as I can tell they eat a LOT of soybeans!

What does this have to do with me?

I’ve mentioned before that I am LDS. (You know. Mormons? The ones Dooce makes fun of daily.) We abstain from whole areas of generally excepted foods. Notably: Coffee, Tea, Tobacco, Alcohol. (Generally: habit forming stuff, so yes, illegal drugs are out too). But we are also encouraged to use good judgment when it comes to meats and grains. Basically there is a season for all things.

For years I’ve tended to eat less meat in the summer. With the heat and plenty of local farmer’s market finds I gravitate to salads and pastas and my favorite: Avocado/Sprout-O-Rama sandwiches. Plus, I’ve been lactose intolerant since I was a teenager. I don’t drink milk and had started taking Lataid in order to keep up with my nightly bowl of ice cream habit. However I still had bouts of irritable bowel and needed Zantac sometimes weekly. And recently I found out that I am mildly allergic to egg whites. (Enough about my bowels, eh?)

Last summer I read both Barbara Kingsolver’s Animal Vegetable Miracle, and Jane Goodall’s, Harvest for Hope. Kingsolver had been a vegetarian and explains why she returned to a meat eating diet. Goodall is a vegetarian, (vegan in fact) and while she doesn’t preach her creed, she makes it very clear that our food supply is in trouble. Especially meat that comes from factory farming.

And this summer I read this book. It’s title might offend some and they keep using a certain word a lot of folks do not appreciate all through it-(don’t click the link if that might be you). And finally that was it.

It started out small. I was going to cut out processed sugars for a month.

{Everyone repeat after me ‘STAY AWAY FROM high fructose corn syrup (HFCS)’.}

But it was hot so I wasn’t eating a lot of meats anyway. I can’t have much dairy, so no biggy there. And I haven’t needed Zantac since dropping my egg eating.

For one whole month I accidentally converted Vegan. I was sa-aved! I didn’t drink any soda (water only-the hardest part for me!). I kept slipping (sinner that I am) and did eat cottage cheese and products (like whole grain breads) made with eggs and dairy. And at restaurants I opted for Salmon dishes.

And I lost 10 pounds! Yes, you read that right. I did not add any extra exercising, I finally lost the last pounds from my last pregnancy. (That was 4 1/2 years ago!)

Now? No. Not a practicing Vegan. The conversion didn’t take. Not saved. The weight loss did. But I still don’t eat a lot of meat. I love my yummy salads. And I will go for a whole week or so making an extra effort to stay away from meats, eggs and dairy. And I totally feel better that week?

It’s still the water that kills me. I don’t love drinking it? I make a big jug of herbal tea instead.

Has anyone else read the offensive book? I love the premise of it. To NOT put CRAP in your body Girls! (They use a different word). I quote from it a lot (not the profanity though). My favorite is: Soda is liquid Satan Girls! And they REALLY hate diet soda, don’t even go there with them!

A little headband giveaway…

July 28, 2008

Over at, Dot (do you love her name or what?) is hosting a tutorial/crafts/artwork contest… And this isn’t a really terrific tute, but it’s all I’ve got. (It’s a repost of a tute I posted way back a while ago…). And for fun, I’m throwing in two finished headbands for a giveaway!

First the tute…

I found the cutest little tutorial for easy headbands over at So I won’t take the credit for that part. But she kept mentioning a loop turner? A what? I ignored her. (Cuz I’m smart that way. I’m clueless and loopless, not topless though.)

The ‘easy’ headbands were taking me FOREVER to make, not because they were hard…. but because the small loop for the elastic was taking so long to TURN.
So I bought a….

After using this thingy ma-jig, the headbands now take 10 seconds. (Okay the loop turning part takes 10 seconds.)
After sewing the tube together wrong sides, slip the doo-hickey in, use the clasp to catch the other end and pull it back inside itself, revealing the right sided tube.

Voila! Lickety Split!

Now to get that dang elastic through…
Slip the turner inside your right side out tube, grab the elastic like so and…
From this…

To this. You’ll have to budget 2 seconds for that last part. Hope you have that much time?

And for the giveaway…
Two headbands. A grown up Black and white one for you, and a kid sized red bandana print for a 3-10yrold!
You have until Saturday August 2nd at NOON to comment on this post for entry.
You know what to do!
If you don’t have a google account, please leave your email so I can contact you!!
Would you like to see more giveaways…

Note: contest is closed. But I make these headbands for $2 and 3 a piece! Shipping is $2.


Social Networks, What ARE they?

July 28, 2008
Social NetWHATZ??

And why would I want to use a Social Network?

Believe me I’m not totally sure. And it’s taken me several months to figure out the little I know! But I’ll share with you anyway.

I kept asking? What is Twitter? (And I’m so not into Facebook or Myspace—so don’t ask about those—won’t have teenagers for a while- I’ll deal with ‘em then…)

And the answer to my Twitter question?It’s a social network”.


Gee Thanks.

If all these outside things are social networks, what the heck is my blog? Cuz it’s pretty darn social? Isn’t it a network? Probably not. Unless my mom reading about TK’s stitches counts?

I tried it.

I registered on –Or tried to. Everything I came up with related to Good&Crazy was taken. That sucked. So I resorted to my old handle, my email username “rogbark”—don’t ask. It goes way back. I didn’t do much with my account at first. It will check your email addresses and find your ‘friends’, if they are registered Twitters. (Which is kind of creepy if you think about it—having it reach into your computer that way?) But it found a few people I ‘knew’ and there I was ‘following’ them.

At this point I didn’t contribute anything. I just pulled up my ‘home’ twitter page and could see the running commentary of my fellow twitters. (You can only type in 140 characters—and this small snippet is called a ‘tweet’). I finally got brave enough and tried a couple of my own tweets—it asks: “What are you doing right now?”

Okay? What does that mean?

My first tweet… [Foot surgery Recovery…Fun stuff… And Ice Cream.]. And later…

[ Oh my heck, heck heck, ThreeUnder I know you. Like I sort of know you. And like, I think twitter just worked for like the first time evah!

So now what? Who cares?
Well, a handful of those I ‘followed’ chose to ‘follow’ me back. So they now could see my tweets—but no one else could? How weird is that? You’re tweeting off into the nether worlds of the internet… Slowly a few more folks decided to ‘follow’ me and I began following their fellow twitter pals, and then more…are you with me so far?

I ‘talk’ sort of…with

Scribbit, Velveteen Mind, Mommypie, Alladither, threeundertwo…and I think I might have convinced MooshinIndy to follow me…but there are 67 other followers too. And I love them all just the same.

Now the question is why? Why do I want more twitter followers? Well (finally) here’s where the networking comes in. Do you want the world to see your Etsy shop? How ‘bout a few extra bloggy readers and pals? Did you just post the coolest shots of a fabulous chair you refinished yourself? TWEET about it! Did you accidentally find a great mommy blog and want to share your new find? Tweet away. Now all your fellow Twitter followers will know about your shop/blog/new find!

Off you go. Click rogbark and then hit the follow button and register yourself on Twitter. Who knows, you might like it. Socially and

PS. Last night? I twittered with Fussypants, Wearethatfamily, DomesticChicky and Janeycat. All pretty cool cats.

Some good tips I just found…


TK Overheards

July 27, 2008

It’s been a while since I’ve posted a list of 4ryold-isms. Forgive me?

At grandma’s house he was all excited to play a computer game he played the last time he visited… This is what he kept saying over and over.

“I dare myself to play that game! Cuz I’ve played it before.”

Is that even legal? To dare yourself?

And today.
“Hey Dad? On iCarly, Doubledate, Spencer putted his hair in chicken fat!”

Um…too much Disney Channel, don’t you think? When a 4 year old can quote from the tweener shows, and knows the title. Ugh.

“No. I don’t need to go to the bathroom–because I farted instead.”

Well thanks for that.

“How did (insert his friend’s name) turn 4?”

What? How does anyone turn 4? Or 35 for THAT matter! Oh, you mean when? When did friend turn 4? That’s easier to answer (and stomach).

Last one for tonight. On a trip to the local convenience store with Dad, TK was mooning over those awful pink puffy Hostess Sno Balls. You know the ones? AWFUL? Well, Dad asked him if he wanted it for his treat.

“Oh, I’ve been DYING to try one of those.”

Yeah, DYING to try nasty dry crumbly cake covered in a weird mass of pink goo and coconut flakes? BTW google Hostess Sno Balls and you get a christmas ornament?

Little Children big Personalities

July 26, 2008


Business first.

I just added 8 new blogs to my bloglist. EIGHT in one day. That means 8 new people commented on this here blog, folks that haven’t been here before, folks I do not know. But now I do.
And drumroll please. There are 50 blogs on that list. FIFTY. I’m dying. And I’m thrilled. And if I divide that by weeks in August…that would be….12/13 blogs per week I get to highlight and gush about and blog blog blog about. You all rock.

Now for the real post. To answer yesterday’s question? Yin and Yang, who’s more like who?

There were a few guesses. (And one who said, I just barely met you, how can I compare kids I’ve never met to you, who I’ve never met? –Good point.) And they were right and wrong. AND you made me think hard about how this genetic offspring 50% of my genes thing works.

My kids contain vast differences, but the funny thing is some of those differences favor me, and some him.

Yin (Sadie the oldest) is more like her father when it comes to money. I’m the tightwad like Yang. Although it was pointed out to me that I did mention hubby won’t let me spend the President Bush money on a new piano…
But personality-wise, Yang (Sassy the 7yrold) is very much more like her father. Silly and funny and laughs. Sarcastic is more my style.

I’ll work on silly and funny.

The lyrics to my Daughter’s Songs, Yin and Yang

July 25, 2008
I’d like to introduce you to my two daughters. They are 10 and 7.

A list of opposites.

My little Yin and Yang (AKA Sadie & Sassy).

Yin: She’s 10. She dislikes anything green. Whole food groups of green. But she will eat casseroles, mixed up jambalaya-style dishes—she’s down with that. And she’s ready for an adventure. When asked, “what do you think about moving to another state?” She answers: ‘Cool! When do we leave?’

And the real reason for this post: Money. Yin makes a whopping $4 in allowance weekly. She also makes a tiny bit as a ‘mother’s helper’, $2/hour. (This looks a lot like little kids over for a playdate—but I swear, she does all the work!) She gets a few bucks at birthdays and holidays and that’s it. But she’s totally figured out how to budget. She can plan ahead for something she wants/needs. Which means her cash is often gone before she gets it! But lastly what she really is—is generous. She went on a trip with her dad, took her own money and proceeded to set a small budget for herself and then spent all the rest on gifts for her two siblings and mom left at home! There’s more. I forgot to send in a $3 fee at her school—and later when I mentioned it, Yin says “I already paid for that mom.” Ditto for a Christmas book exchange at school. She paid for it herself and told me after the fact. Amazing? I know.

Yin is generous, adventurous and believe it or not SHY at the same time? She is also my serious child. Since birth. Probably in utero. Doesn’t like it when we joke with her, and while she can see humor in puns and such, nothing else gets her goat.

Now for my little opposite child.

Yang: She is 7. She totally grooves on vegetables. Her faves? Sprouts. Green beans. And edamame. She would trade ice cream for shelling her own edamame! The greener the better. But give her a plate of mixed up surprise? No way. No to casseroles, and no to my latest fave: vegetarian Bolognese—even if I puree all the vegetables first? Oh well. And when asked the same question about moving? She responds: “No, no, no, no—Please! I don’t want to mooove!” Which is strange since she is the one who has a ton of little 7yrold friends and her personality attracts new one’s like fleas? (Maybe she has more to lose?)

And financial compare and contrast for Yang? She is a complete tightwad. Ebenezer. Saver. Scrooge. When asked to share a piece of her pack of gum: “But then I would only have 6 pieces left!” (Aiya?) She only gets $3 allowance. She gets the same birthday money as Sister Yin, plus Yin sometimes pays her to ‘help’ babysit. But on her own trip away with Dad—Yang refused to take even 1 penny of her own spending money. We asked, “You don’t want to buy gifts for your sibs?”. She responded, “No? Why would I?” What about something for yourself? “Nope, I don’t want anything.” And she didn’t. She enjoyed the trip for what it was. Time away with her Dad. She has just deposited her first $100 in the bank. Because she found out about interest. (I’m not making this up.) Recently she agreed to pay for half of something she wanted and when she found out it was $8 (and half was more than her weekly allowance?)—she opted not to buy it at all!

Yang is a people person, she knows the value of ‘time vs. things’, makes lasting bonds with friends, and is so dang smart she scares me. She has been reading since she was 4! And she is funny. As in says goofy things, gets adult jokes, even her laugh is contagious.

Oh, you’re wondering about the youngest? Well….he’s a boy. He’s 4. And he’s deliriously, obliviously happy. Oh and OCD. He’s OCD about the wind. OCD enough for its own post—K, later?

Bonus question? Which of the two girls do you think is more like me or more like Seth (he’s the Dad)? Yin or Yang?

And if you made it to the end of this post—I congratulate you. Blame Bonnie for the lengthy post. She inspired me.

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Plumbers Union

July 24, 2008
Can you guess what we are up to these days?

If Dad is working, so am I.

“Oh, someday I’ll be able to do THAT.”

(Note the swimsuit–A must for plumber apparel)

And Ta-Da. Our new powder room faucet. You want to see the old one? Sorry. It was awful. Brass. The whole house is that way. Brass and Glass. Built in the 90s, but with 80s style… Ahhh. This is so much better.

Monthly Comments And August Love…

July 24, 2008

Here’s the Deal. Comment in July (in case you aren’t sure…there’s only one week left), and I will highlight your blog in August. Partly cuz I love you, and partly because I will need some serious help in the month of Dog Days. Why? No. Not vacation. Worse.

What could be worse for ruining your blog content???

Yes. THAT.

We are moving.

There could be whole DAYS people(!) where I won’t be able to post. I won’t be able to READ your blogs. And more importantly, I won’t be able to COMMENT on your blogs… So this is how I plan to keep your love. I plan to cheat. And steal. But I will give you all the credit, I promise.

So get crackalakin’. Comment! If you already commented this month, that’s okay you can still comment away. And if you don’t see your blog listed on the left…email me, I’ll fix it!

Thanks for all your help while we stress ourselves to death. (We move in 6 weeks….Oh My.)

PS. Want some ideas for organizing all the creative chaos art, from your little Picasso’s stash?

My latest article is up at B!F!


Picture Prose Update

July 22, 2008

We were on our way to fancy Sun Valley, Idaho. To the pretty Sawtooth Mountains, cool summer days & cooler nights. Dad had a convention to attend (he was speaking—how cool?) and the fam got to tag along. Spending days at the pool and even ice skating in an outdoor rink! (How do they do that?)

But it was a six hour drive to get there…and big kids or not, the whole—“how much longer, Mom?”—gets old. And let’s not talk about where to stop for 4yrold potty breaks!

To make it more bearable for the kids (and mom) we mapped out Redbox sites! Spiderwick Chronicles to the rescue. There were Redboxes in both of the tiny towns of Burley and Hailey. Who needs beautiful scenery? Not the kids…eh?

(PS. You know you are an addict when the promised WIFI at “the clubhouse” doesn’t exist. And you can’t imagine anything worse. The horrors.)

Hello. My name is Carissa, welcome to Onliners Anonymous.


3 parts children, 1 part giant pool.

(complete with diving board, 4 foot area and plenty of steps in the shallow area for 4yrold to play in)

What do you have? 3 kids playing OUTside the pool begging for snacks and asking “when can we go over to the playground?…can we go to the park now?” Etc…

What gives? They maybe get to play in a pool once a week during the summer—and rarely in the winter? I think if they had one other kid in the mix they could play all day. Sibling crap would fly out the window?

Have you ever taken a vacation with friends? Cuz. I would seriously consider it. Does anyone want to join us at the in-laws cabin? This is what it looks like up there: