Anthony's Final Concert

Anthony is normally the student director for the Tiger Tunes choir at his school.  For the final concert he was asked by his teacher, Mr. Hilder, to actually accompany one of their numbers on the piano.
Anthony was nervous and excited, and Mr. Hilder was thrilled to actually do the directing since he usually plays the piano for every concert.

Clayton was able to make it there, and film him, although most of what you'll see is the page-turner's head blocking his.  oh well.  You can hear him play!  We're so proud of him and everything he's done this year.

A (slightly vulgar) Mother's Day Tribute by Nat

It all started with conception
And Dad had to help too;
when two cute gametes made a connection,
and you thought you had the flu.

But it was ME who made you sick
And fat, and tired, and grumpy.
Then nine months later, I shot out
And you got much less lumpy.

Thank you, Mom, for all you've done,
For putting up with me.
Now a parent myself, I've learned how it feels
To ALWAYS have to pee!

They say childbirth is like taking your lip
and stretching it over your head.
Funny how this miracle starts AND ends
Spread eagle in a bed!

Pubic Lice Song; The Sound of Vanereal Disease

Pubic Lice 
(to the tune of Edelweiss; Sound of Music)
(NOT biographical!)

Pubic Lice,
Pubic Lice,
Every morning you wake me.

Small and white,
And you bite.
Don't wanna scratch, but you make me.

Mean little nits, how you burn and itch,
Burn and itch my nethers.

Pubic Lice,
Pubic Lice.
Do STDs last forever?

The Best Kind of Beautiful -A song I wrote and recorded in 08 for my amazing Mom

“Best Kind of Beautiful” (PRESS "PLAY" ABOVE FOR AUDIO)

Written by Natalie Lofthouse
© 2008 for Terri Fausett



She… She sees the world for all that it can be
Unlike Me
And She… She sacrifices so unselfishly
Despite her needs
She’s the best kind of Beautiful

◊◊◊◊◊◊

He… He wanted her to feel like she was everything
He made her sing
And He… He would’ve given anything to make her see
He loved her mightily
And found her infinitely Beautiful


CHORUS I

Beautiful in body
Beautiful in heart
Beautiful though time may someday
Wrestle them apart
Beautiful, oh, through it all
Nothing the years could take away
Radiant in every single way
She is the best kind of Beautiful

◊◊◊◊◊◊

I… I’ve listened in the night and heard her cry
Though time’s gone by
Since He… was taken from her, oh so suddenly
Yet in our memory
He’s the best kind of Beautiful


CHORUS II

Beautiful in spirit
Beautiful in soul
Beautiful in showing us all
Life’s a miracle
Beautiful, oh, through it all
Then letting go when it was time
And though there’s no way to make that clock rewind
He is the best kind of Beautiful
PAGE II





She… She makes me see the possibilities
Inspires me
And She… Becomes my air when I can’t seem to breathe
Teaches me to believe
We’re all the best kind of Beautiful


CHORUS III

Beautiful in joy and sadness
Beautiful inside
Beautiful in realizing
That we’ve nothing to hide
Beautiful, oh, through it all
Whatever hurt my come along
Our broken lives can still become a song
Become the best kind of Beautiful…

… She is the Best Kind of Beautiful

Nat's Cranky Christmas Song

(Tune of Christmas Time)

♫Halloween is here

But weather is severe

And store décor

Suggests the Christmas chore's

two months earlier this year.♫ 

♫Presents and Price tags,

This is such a drag.

Ornaments and Festive M&Ms 

in my trick-or-treating Bag! ♫ (wish I were kidding)

♫Charity bells in the air,

Fruitcakes everywhere. (not just the edible kind)

Except for Tryptophan,

and football fans, 

It’s like November’s barely there.♫

♫Black Friday causes Brawls.

Santa’s at the Mall. 

It may be snide to deck him in the side

But it’s not time Deck the Halls!♫

♫Dumb sweaters, all this fuss.

It’s so ridiculous!

Up at three to get a cheap flat screen;

You fight and scream and cuss.♫

♫But let me make this clear;

when Christmas time IS near, 

I’ll sing those festive tunes

and watch the Grinch cartoons

And stop popping lawn Reindeer!♫ (yes, that was me)

Merry whatever holiday it actually is, ya crazies!

You Know What I Hate?! Shower injuries!

Know what I hate?

When you get in the shower in the morning, commence washing (beginning with the armpits) and the soap is FREEZING COLD!

So you drop the bar of evil slippery frigidness on your toe. Due to limited get-ready time, you didn't plan to get your hair wet. So you try to slide the soap up to the rim of the tub with your foot; and by so doing, you slip on the snail-like moisture trail. After some frantic flailing to catch your balance, you still eat it. (Not the soap, the slang phrase for a violent fall.) You end up smacking your tail bone on the rim of the tub and knocking all the (also cold) shampoo bottles onto your lap and trying your damndest not to pull the shower curtain and rod on top of your contorted body!

The only thing worse than injuring yourself in such a pathetic manner is doing so naked!  I think I just might be willing to spend the extra 7 bucks on pit-shaving cream and body wash in the future.

Halloween

Kader and I took a weekend trip to Logan just before Halloween.
These are the awesome Maple Leaves that piled up in my sibblings' place.
He Loved playing in them!

This is a "Where the Wild Things Are" head putter inner thing
that was on the Pumpkin walk

Halloween at the Trunk or Treat. These things are highly overrated
so we ended up doing some door to door candy solicitation.
Anthony was much more interested in all the 'Puckins on fire'
(jack-o-lanterns) than he was in the candy.
He kept turning it down! (I took it though)

My cute little garden gnome :)
I was looking for a costume that would be easy to make.
Super proud of this one.. No Travelocity jokes!
(It did take 30 minutes and much candy bribery to get him to wear that stupid beard!)
I still can't get him to hold still and pose in the Garden though.

Kader's Blessing

Yes! We finally did it. The blessing went great, and Anthony even folded his arms the whole time! Larry performed the blessing Sunday the 23rd; it was the same day as the Temple Dedication, so it was extra special and we get to tell him when he gets older that He and a Temple were blessed the same day :)

5th of July

We were invited to Phil's (Clayton's boss) house on the 4th, and I forgot the camera. Which ended up being okay, because Anthony FREAKED out when the fireworks started and we had to hide in the car so he wouldn't have a panic attack or faint like a goat! Quite disappointing, really, since we thought he would love his first fireworks show. Apparently he prefers fire that doesn't make noise.

So we spent the evening of the fifth and the 24th doing mainly sparklers and semi-crackly fountains, but he had fun :) Our little Patriot (probably a sternum itch)
Clayton starting the celebratory Pyrotechnics

What the....

Me likey da Shparklers!

You know what I Hate? ...

INDISCRETE PUBLIC NOSE-BLOWING, and Loogie hawking!

That's right.. I'll be the one to say it. Please don't blow your nasal treasures, or expell your slimy epiglotal inhibitors within hearing distance of others (at least myself!)

I am generally not one who is easily grossed out. But I have limits. The threshhold has been crossed when MUCUS becomes audible! Okay, I understand that sometimes we are in a public place and find ourselves with a surprise beak leak and no place private to go. Notice that the hate description includes the word "Indiscrete." Go ahead and blow softly, as if trying to extinguish candles on a booger birthday cake. If you find that inadequate.. look harder for that private corner. A soundproof panic room would be ideal!

I really get the heavies when I am somewhere respectable and public (like a bank or in church) and my ears are raped by the sound of someone who just HAD to blow their Nose-Chunks RIGHT in the middle of a crowd. Unacceptable! Especially when they snuff, huff, and puff so hard that you can actually distinguish the exact moment the solidified mucus chunks hit the hanky! COME ON!

And there's that second group.. who don't carry tissue or hankies, or understand that bathrooms everywhere have solutions to this oversight. The "Snarffler." Oh yes.. you know who you are, and you know just what this word means because the sound a snarffler makes actually sounds like Snarffle! They don't casually sniff; they snarf. They are trying to avoid blowing their noses by inhibiting the mucus by sucking it all back in. Think about this.. it's really just like blowing your nose backwards! Back to main point. What you're Hearing during this process is that Phlegm rattling in the back of their throat whith overtones of that rumbling nose sound I can only describe as sounding like a nasal jack-hammer. This is followed by the classic "hawct-tooey" as whatever the jack-hammer has loosened goes flying through the air to land who knows where. These people generally don't consider the physics of projectile throat chunks.

I PLEAD! When blowing something out your nose, or shooting it out your mouth, do it where you expell bodily fluids from your other Orifices! I don't want to hear the gurgle of your phlegm just as much as I don't want to hear the crackle of your bowel movement, Nkay?

This is my petition.. and so I close.

Hawaii Adventure

So Clayton and I were able to have the awesome opportunity to take a REAL vacation this year thanks to my Mom (who took over a time share.) She offered to take the three of us if we handled the planning and travel arrangements. I now have a greater respect for travel agents.

So after inquiring, planning, reserving, confirming, and reconfirming everything, we were all set to go. Then Mom broke her foot and had to have surgery the day before leaving! She still decided to come so she could recover in Paradise instead of Price.

This was the first of many obstacles we were to overcome. Mom had to hop down 25 isles of seats on the plane, and seven hours in the air with a broken foot in Coach.. just think of it! I have never seen toes get that swollen in my life, they were like cabbage patch feet!

Then came the challenge of hauling five people's luggage and carry-on bags while trying to push a wheelchair and a stroller. Clayton is mostly responsible for making this happen somehow.. because when we run into desperate circumstances, he becomes batman!

After getting bad directions to the first resort, we battled with the night staff about parking and getting a wheelchair and how many people were staying in the room, etc.. and found out we had to do all our own dishes, empty our own garbages, AND pay a substantial fee for maid service (even though they don't change your sheets or towels the whole time.. WHAT, pray tell, are we paying for?) We couldn't seem to get the right directions to any destination either, the streets are all one way, and we discovered that the main highway across the Island seemed only to have Westbound onramps!

Our day at the PCC was a lot of fun, though. It was wicked hot, but we had some lovely chicken pieces on a stick, and got to see many many shirtless men in skirts paddling cannoes and climbing palm trees (which is very brave in a dress.) We got to attend or first Luau and experience bizzarre foods like see-through rice noodles, Poi, and purple dinner rolls. The night show was just alright.. until the fire dancers came out. And OHHHH, it was so worth it to stay! Though it is in better taste than a chick dancing on a pole, a man dancing with fire is just as exotic!

When we got to Maui, it felt much more relaxed the first evening. Our room looked right out over the Ocean, and we weren't 30 yards from the beach. Clayton decided to go swimming and unwind and ended up cutting himself on coral and getting a terrible sunburn. It looked like the poor boy was Molting! The peeling started at the top of his head and worked its way down. But there were tender moments that came from that. Nothing brings a couple closer than peeling dead skin off of each other.

There is a seaside shopping place called Front Street where we went to get some souveniers. It was a good time until we discovered that a wheelchair is actually capable of getting a flat tire! Sort of.. the rubber thingy completely detached from the wheel, and we had to solicit a tatto artist in an alley to help us fix it.

We decided to experience the Road to Hana because of the local hype. It was the curviest road we have ever seen, but there was some interesting scenery; like the scene of wild chickens everywhere.. living with feral cats. This gave my sister Megan the opportunity to fulfill a lifelong dream of bowling for wild chickens with tropical fruit. Ideally, she wanted to use a coconut, but all we had was a pineapple. On the winding road back we noticed Anthony looking a little unwell. Then he puked string cheese and fish all over himself and the rental car. We had to crank the windows down and stick our heads out for the hour-long drive back. Mahimahi vomit is the worst kind of vomit!

Our last day in Maui, my sister and I wanted to go Parasailing. We got more wrong directions.. twice, which led to unnecessary valet parking, then getting a car right back out of valet parking, leaving Clayton, Mom, and Anthony on the wrong beach so Mom wouldn't have to hop back to the car, and Meg and I were late. BUT, it was the most fabulous experience once we were in the air and we loved it. We went to eat at the place renowned as serving the BEST fish tacos in the world.. and we all got a chicken burrito (?).  Anthony was still in his swimmer diaper, which it turns out does not hold much fluid. I sat him in the passenger seat to get my keys, and saw that he peed all over the seat.. this is the SECOND rental car. So he puked in one, and peed in the other. We were starting to worry about getting our deposits back at this point, but it turned out ok.

MAN, it's so good to be home! We are still recovering from the four hour time change and don't know when to sleep or eat, and we are trying to forget the crappy stuff.. or at least find it humorous eventually. We did have a lot of good times, though. The pictures in the blog below show some of these. Now we look forward to the next National Lampoons/Lofthouse vaction!

Mahalo!

Hawaii Pics

Fake turtle at the Maui Aquarium. They wouldn't let us ride the real ones.

Sunset at the Airport

Nat at the PCC Luau

View from our room.. This was the coolest! (except actually hot because there was no air conditioner)

Anthony was Deliriously tired at the Luau. It was 11pm our time (7pm in HI)

Sweet Waves off the Kenei shore

Falls and pool on the Road to Hana

Pineapply frozen deliciousness at the PCC

They served this off of a moving concession cannoe!

Clayton is quite a little rock-hopper

Hawaii Temple Visitors Center

"Why"s for the Wise.. the 2nd installment

I Wonder why I have always wanted to be able to pee standing up, whilst wanting to be able to do so many other tasks sitting down!

Why does it seem that ya always wake up with the deep, crusty boogers the morning after cutting all your booger-reaching fingernails off?!

Why is it that sometimes kissing is just a thrilling, rejuvenating, and euphoric experience; yet at other times it’s just sucking on the sweeter end of 27 feet of intestine?

I wonder if one of the purposes of life is to understand opposites in recognizing our potential awesomeness by our capacity to suck so badly.

A survey a day keeps the productiveness away!

A
- Available: a lot more than I used to be! (not it the relationship status!)
- Age: 28- Annoyance: Blinker-leaver-onners, girls who chew gum with their mouth open while talking on their fake jewel incrested cell phones, when the arch of my foot has a wicked itch while I have lace-up shoes on, arrogance, mean people, when I hear the word “anyways”, and people who go on and on about what annoys them
- Animal: Frogs
B
- Beer: No thanks, I’ll take a virgin pepsi
- Birthday: 12-19- Best friend: I have two. You know who you are
- Body part on opposite sex: Is this asking what body part is specific to the opposite sex? -Because you really should know this- Or what I’m attracted to? Though I appreciate that first one, I have to say I’m more attracted to the ear/jawline combo and shoulder blades
- Best feeling in the world: Being outside, taking in a really deep breath, and feeling like everything is good right at that moment. Usually the feeling doesn’t last long enough.
- Blind or Deaf: I’m not partial, I enjoy the company of both blind and deaf people. What a discriminatory question! I would prefer to be blind, because good music can improve almost any bad situation. (hopefully being blind is one of those situations!)
- Best weather: Stormy with huge raindrops and no wind OR my first choice, sunny and breezy enough to avoid underboob sweat
- Been in love: I still am, though sometimes I have to talk myself into it.
- Been on stage: Yes a lot, I really miss it now. (singing, not acting)
- Believe in magic: I believe in that childhood magic feeling you get at Christmas or at Disneyland. I want that back
C
- Candy: Kitkat or Reisens. Oh, M&Ms and 100 grande bars. Pretty much anything but salt water taffy or gummy bears, or all things gummy-like.
- Color: Purple
- Chocolate or Vanilla: Swirly- Chinese or Mexican food: Mexican (I am somewhat discriminatory when it comes to ethnic food. But I wouldn’t be put out if they were allowed to be eaten in the same restaurants. Stop the food segregation!
- Continent to visit: Australia!!!! The strippers there only take their shirts off, so that’s okay isn’t it??
- Cheese: Muenster and Provolone
D
- Day or Night: Day unless I’m naked- Dancing in the rain: Oh absolutely!
E
- Eyes: Hazel- Everyone's got: A Soul (as apposed to just “soul,” which I definitely don’t have but I want it)
- Ever failed a class?: No, C is the lowest grade I ever got, and it was in college, and I wanted to cry. C is for Chemistry!
F
- First thoughts waking up: This day will not suck, this day will not suck, this day will not suck
- Food: Pasta
G
- Greatest fear: Not knowing who I am, and therefore being afraid of all the wrong things
- Goals: Get my last college degrees, lose 30 pounds, survive not working (financially)
- Gum: Cinnamon
- Get along with your parents?: Awesomely. It was slightly compromised during the first boyfriend phase.
H
- Hair Color: Honey-ish
- Height: 5’7’’
- Happy: Try every day
- Holiday: Christmas
- How do you want to die: What the crap kind of question is this?! I suppose either in my sleep OR while doing something really spectacular that I can rewind over and over to show people in heaven (or wherever I go) how cool it was
I
- Ice Cream: Pralines and Cream
- Instrument: Piano and Guitar. Pretty crappy at both
J
- Jewelry: Conservative and cheap
- Job: Domestic Engineer

K
- Kids: one toddler who I am determined not to screw up. More later? I’ll let this be out of my hands in the future, but for now I’m mostly keeping the risk factor out of my pants
-Kickboxing or Karate: Karate
- Keep a journal?: Yes. Write in it faithfully… about every three months
L
- Love: Is a battlefield according to Pat Benetar. Some wisdom DID come out of the eighties! Problem is, there is only a victory if you both win!
- Letters: I like handwritten letters, but have been sucked into email. This comment is brought to you by the letter Z
- Laugh: embarrassingly loud if I’m really amused. An obnoxious and persistent giggle if I’m nervous
M
- Milk flavor: cow. I’ll do without breast and goat.
- Movies: Comedy with some twisted humor
- Motion sickness? Used to
- McD’s or BK: ew
N
- Number: 17. Anytime I need to pull a random number out of my butt, it’s 17 (at least 17% of the time). This comment is brought to you by the number 17.
O
- One wish: To be as good a parent as mine were.
P
- Perfect pizza: Chicken and spinach, crispy crust. If it was delivery instead of specialty, canadian bacon and pineapple.
- Pepsi or Coke: Pepsi, diet cherry, and a lime wedge makes it particularly delightful
Q
- Quality: Loyalty
R
- Reason to cry: Period
- Reality T.V.: I used to be forthwith against all reality television. But I watched the last Bachelor faithfully.
- Radio Station: Mood-dependant
- Roll your tongue in a circle: okay… now what
- Ring size: Thix alnd a halthf (can I unroll my tongue for the rest?)
S
- Song: Sky Blue and Black (Jackson Brown) was a favorite for the longest
- Shoe size: 9
- Salad Dressing: Why are people so bloody interested in salad dressing preference?? Ranch
- Sushi: sushi is not food. It is what food eats.
- Skinny dipped? More than once… or twice!
- In the shower?: Yes, I am generally naked when I shower.. but not skinnily
- Strawberries/Blueberries: Strawberries. I don’t think blueberries are really a fruit. I think that it’s the bushes poop
T
- Tattoos?: Regrettably, yes. Between the shoulderblades
- Time for bed: What? It’s 10 am, and you’re not the boss of me!
- Thunderstorms: LOVE them
U
- Unpredictable: I try to be. Hence the tattoo and piercing escapades. I didn’t want to be definable.
V
- Vacation spot(s): San Diego Beach.
W
- Weakness: FOOD and Pepsi and saying no to my kid when he wants bad food… (or.. pepsi)
- Which one of your friends acts the most like you: Hmmm, my friends are smarter than that generally
- Who makes you laugh the most: my family. Not because we’re deliriously happy around eachother, but because they’re funny as hell
- Worst feeling: Failure and loss
- Wanted to be a model: Abso-freakin-lutely not!
- Wine: Pepsi- Worst weather? Windy. Snow wind sucks because the snowflakes slam into your eyes and eardrum, and warm wind sucks because it blows crap like dirt and leaves into your eyes, and your face gets hair-whipped to death
Y
- Year it is now: 2009
- Yellow: Pee? Or are you calling me a coward.
Z
- Zoo animal: Spider Monkey

LAST PERSON WHO…
1. Slept beside you?: Sweetass, though he’s been tempted to sleep elsewhere since I’ve had some nocturnal gas issues as of late
2. You went to the mall with? Shelsi
3. You went to dinner with? I haven’t gone to dinner for a long time. Probably Clayton on my birthday
4. You talked to on the phone? Callie (yay for Callie, btw)
5. Made you laugh? Kade
6. Hugged you? Had a good family hug. My favorite.

Second Mondays

Have you ever thought
that there may be
A second first day of the week?

The sun is out
And I slept well
But why this feeling of Monday hell?

Feeling stressed
So much to do
Don't want to start this week anew!

Thank heaven for Xanax
And Breakfast food
I decide to be in a perfect mood.

But then, aww crap
My plans are flubbed
My two-year-old SHAT in the Tub!

Natalie 2009

Kade's 2nd Birthday

Every Single balloon ended up getting trapped
up in the insanely high clubhouse skylight. They
are still there five days later.


Most of Claytons family close by made it, and a
few friends. We had over 20 people show up with
a plethora of food. Despite the lethargic looking adult
party-goers, It was super fantastic!


Clayton.. always pretends to be the party pooper,
Yet the ears suggest he's totally into this one!


Ballshooter (not balls/hooter, ball/shooter!)
gift from mom. He looooves it.


This picture would be more party-esque if you
could see the stupid balloon!


I made that Cake.. Kudos to me! hehe
(but chocolate frosting penetrated the motor
of the toy car.)

"Why"s for the Wise.. the first installment

(For Shelsi)

I often ponder the inconsequencial. Thought I should add this segment to my blog to get my questions out there.. and possibly some of them answered! I will add more installments as my curiousity continuously prowls into those upside down alleys of my mind.

Here is what I have been thinking about lately...


~Why is it that my kid can sleep half the night in his own vomit.. Yet I can’t even sleep if I hear a clock ticking, or if my clothes are twisted at all, or if I feel like my pillow is permanently bending my eyebrow hairs the wrong way?!

~Why do I get self-conscious when I think too much of my socks show under my pants when I sit, but would not be embarrassed to moon 80% of the people I know?

~Why is it more comfortable for me to be around a corpse than any kind of circus-folk? (shudder)

~Why would any company think that when putting clients on hold they will be more patient, and the experience more pleasant, when there is music playing in the background, if the music is PERRY COMO?!

~If toenail clippers were alive, would the clipping part be their mouth? If so… EWW!

~Does Brad Pit’s toilet feel lucky to be in that position? Does it brag to it’s bathroom fixture friends?

~If my brain produced more Serotonin, would I be more outgoing OR would I be happy to be left the hell alone because I wouldn’t need anyone?

~Should we really be threatened by those seemingly perfect magazine cover models/celebrities? Have you ever considered that they may actually grow more hairs on their big toes than you do? I bet they do; no one can have it all.

~If someone KNOWS that they’re stupid… shouldn’t that deem them less stupid than the unaware?

~Most people seem to have those three looming cosmic questions… “Where did I come from? Why am I here? and Where am I going?” .. I think I am pretty confident in the answers to these, but what I’m constantly wondering is how the hell the universe always seems to have an uneven number of socks?!!!!

A Farewell to Foreskin ~hypothetical religious poem

Sometimes it's hard to be a Jew..
Why? you ask,
I will tell you.
They require a procedure called "Circumcision"
so the "one-eyed snake" has better vision?
It's done by a fella called a Moyle
And I hear my unit he will spoil
But since I am a faithful Yid
I'll do what my forefathers did
Farewell, dear Foreskin
I'll miss you
Sometimes it's Hard to be a Jew!

Nat-facts, the sequel

1. When I was a toddler, I actually WAS dropped on my head (so all you who wonder frequently what's wrong with me, there ya go!)
2. I grew up in a mortuary, so if we ever needed extra fridge space for food, there were four coffin sized ones downstairs!
3. Years ago, I named the little toe on my right foot “Howie.” Why? … good question.
4. One of the banes of my existance is the crust that developes on the mustard bottle!
5. When I am nervous or anxious around acquaintances, I will hum quietly and somewhat out of tune. Weird thing is, I do it out of tune because I don't want those that can hear me to think that I am humming to show off any true singing talent. Funny that I worry what other people may think in these types of circumstances.. but not when I open my mouth and spout whatever is on my mind!
6. Sometimes I neglect shaving my legs for longer than I want to admit. I feel like when you’re a mom, you shouldn’t be ashamed until you can tie those hairs in a knot!
7. I enjoy writing. I do not write anything particularly thought provoking, inspiring, or even relevant.. but it is a healthy outlet of humor and cynicism.
8. I wore A LOT of black growing up. Yes, I was a somewhat depressed kid, but it was mainly because it hid the fat rolls better than yellow and purple. I was not considered E-mo, because I was too much of a dork.. and I didn’t write poetry about death and cutting myself J
9. I have to talk myself out of fast food almost daily. It is comforting to me, though it makes me a little ill.
10. If I have a good coupon.. even if it is for something that I never use.. I feel guilty if I don’t buy that thing because it’s such a good deal!
11. I can barely see out of my right eye; and my left is not awesome either, but I have been doing everything possible to avoid glasses or contacts because I’m irresponsible.
12. I don’t think Sushi is actual food. I think it’s bait.
13. I count how many seconds my pee streams last.
14. I won second place in a regional engineering fair once after making a pot that stirred itself.
15. While I am doing my hair, I will have one tiny line of a song or movie repeating in my head over and Over and OVER (ex: “Stellaaaaaaaaaa!” from Seinfeld, or a streetcar named Desire.) I hate it.
16. I am very aware and not too pleased about the ampleness of my bosoms.
17. I think I understand other languages better than I actually do.
18. I break pieces off of bread and squish them into little balls before eating them.
19. I LOVE the smell of fabric softener. It’s more alluring than any cologne, but the men who usually smell like it either still live with their mother, or are gay.
20. I wrap toilet paper around my hand two times and always use the same number of squares.
21. I hate it when people lick their chapped lips while talking, and let the slobber gather In the corners of their mouth.
22. I hope to, one day, get lucky on a sailboat.
23. I have a strong aversion to those kiosk shops in the middle of mall hallways. Especially when the associates touch me, or try to put something on me!
24. Before I was 24, I had never eaten a brussel sprout!
25. My secret wish is to design my own house with a fish tank for one whole wall… and also to become a marketable songwriter. I will likely never have the money or connections to do either!

Midway Christmas

We spent our Christmas at my Mom's condo outside of Park City. There was a huge snowstorm that burried us there, but we had a great time playing in it! Clayton and I also just had our 6 year anniversary.

Our first family picture with Anthony -snow kinda got in the way

All the Fausett kids together in one place! This could get dangerous..

This snow drift was taller than 8 feet!

What good is a snowdrift if you can't make a cave?!

(Shut up about the Penguin pants, they are Clayton's!)