Super Bark

We use the K9 web filter at our house. We have had a few problems with it, but overall, it has been a good filter. It conveniently barks at you whenever you come to a site that is inappropriate. It actually barks quite a bit at our house, and I am not really sure why. Sometimes it doesn't like the adds on people's side bars. Often I think it is barking at nothing, because it will bark at night when no one is on the computer. I try to remember to turn the sound down at night before bed, but there have been many nights when I have been awakened by a bark and have gotten up to turn it down.

Robyn even asked me the other night why it barks at night (guess it is loud enough that she hears it too).

Well, one such night, the computer barked at me, and I got up bleary-eyed and turned it down, as usual. Except, in my middle of the night stupor, I turned it the wrong way, so instead of turning it all the way down, I turned it all the way UP. I went back to bed, none the wiser.

Now, have any of you seen Bolt? Cute movie, by the way. In it, he has a super bark that destroys everything in its path. Well, that is about what happened when the K9 filter barked again that evening. I was trying to figure out what the Sam Hill had happened. Was it the train, was it thunder, an earthquake? It slowly dawned on me that I had just heard the filter bark at us at an ear-splitting decibel. Even Tyler who sleeps through everything, rolled over and said, "What was that?"

"We just got super-barked," I said. "You can go back to sleep."

Skinny Jeans

First off, when I say Skinny Jeans, let's be clear that I am not referring to the atrocious spandex-laden, ankle-hugging, Emo-enhancing fashion statement that is so popular right now. I am not a girl of the sixties, but I will prefer a little flare in my jeans until the day I die. Being completely honest, I have seen some pictures of girls in skinny jeans with cute shoes that don't look too bad; guys however, should be banned from skinny jeans. I can't think of one flattering thing about a pair of skinny jeans on a guy. As for women, since most of us are NOT models, I think the world should avoid them in general.

No, when I refer to 'skinny jeans', I mean the jeans you wear when you are skinny. Having had four children, my waistline has had its ups and downs. After each pregnancy, I dread working my way VERY slowly back to my skinny jeans. I always seem to get there eventually, but there are times that it seems impossible. Daisy is nine months now and I am just seeing light at the end of the tunnel thanks to Wii Fit. This last weekend, I pulled out my size 1/2 pants and they fit... finally. Then I looked at them again and thought, Why in the world was I buying a size 1/2? Even if that was the size of my waist, I am sure that a 3/4 would have fit just as well. And hello, then I don't have to wait a millenium to get back into my pants. Pride back then is causing me despair now.

Side note here. I can almost here you saying, Um...like I have ever fit in a 1/2, EVER!! (You know you are saying this Stacy K.) But let's remember that jean sizes vary, and I am pretty sure that these are about the same size as a regular 7/8 (I think companies change the labels just to make you feel better). Add on to that the fact that I am 5' 2" and that I am graced with no chest whatsoever (I barely fit in a B cup), so we each have our different body challenges.

So, no matter how skinny I get this time around, I should probably take into account my future self and the post-pregnancy battle. I think I should buy all my jeans a bit large. After all, why do you think they invented a belt, anyway?

Dear Diary

I finally printed my blog, and only the first year at that. However, I was testing to see if I liked the site I went through, and the overall answer is a resounding YES!

I used Blog2print. Tyler found it for me because we were having some troubles with Blurb.

Pros:

It is the easiest thing ever. Blurb needs way more user interaction putting things in and moving things around and choosing layouts. For me who has quite the extensive blog, this gets tedious. At Blog2print, it really just rips the whole thing and tosses it in there for you. You can then change things around if you want, but they do a good job to begin with.

They have a place at the end for your comments. I didn't see this option at Blurb.



I think it is a little more cost efficient (still pricey though if you are as wordy as me).

They don't waste space. When one entry stops the next one starts right up so you don't have a lot of white space at the end of pages.

I'm published BABY!!!


Cons:

You can't choose a whole photo for the front; you only have a small spot to put a picture. I like the red though, it stands out (and you can choose from several colors and a few designs).

The table of contents is useless. It says two things: Dedication page—1 and then Life Savers—4. It doesn't label the posts individually, which is what I would like. I need to play around with this and see if I can change it.

The pictures are not as big as I would like, but there is actually an option to make the pictures bigger. I chose to keep them the same, or I would have WAY too many pages. So this isn't such a bad con.

The pictures are all on the side; not interspersed with the text. I think this is because I don't use any formatting when I put pictures in, so I don't really know how it would look if you use right or left, etc. However, it isn't bad that they are on the left side; you just have to look over while you are reading.






I am sure that I have forgotten something, so if you have a question about one or the other, just ask. I will be happy to give you whatever information I have. I am off to get my other books printing. It is such a relief to finally have a hard copy that my family can read and keep. Life Savers is now an official journal. And here I thought that I would never be able to keep a journal for a year, and I am going on two.

A Few Beautiful Things I Saw Today

I woke up to a beautiful sight. Everything was coated in white. It was amazing.



Too bad it sucked; it being April and all. Whatever, it's Utah...need I say more?

So we went and did something indoors. We got pictures taken. Daisy needed a sitting up shot, although I am a little late, because she also stands now with some assistance.



Robyn's birthday is rapidly approaching so we snuck her 5 year old picture in early.



I like both of these, but this may be the last time I use Kiddie Kandids. Then again, you can't beat the FREE birthday photos, so I probably just told a lie.

They are both cuties though. And it did warm my heart that Daisy wouldn't really smile for the camera lady, but whenever she looked at me, she would beam. Hey, those are the perks of motherhood, right?

Calgon Take Me Away

Ridiculous amounts of snow AND tax day. What did we do to deserve this?

And therefore I will bring back sweet memories of Easter. Okay, I am really behind, so bear with me as we revisit last weekend.

I had a great idea to do our Easter egg hunt Friday night since it seemed that Saturday was going to be a little drippy. The girls went to a birthday party and that gave my mom and me time to hide the eggs. Our backyard is getting a little small for five people to go hunting, so I had the brilliant idea to go hide them around the church. I hope this isn't against any church rules. I think it worked rather well. There is enough perimeter that everyone could search independently and I figured if we missed any eggs, some churchgoer was bound to find them later.

Our three oldest went hunting, but we sent Tim and my Dad in as well.



My Dad is still a kid at heart and we needed someone to find all the hard ones, right? Everyone did a great job. Ivory would get so excited to show us each thing she found...we had to keep reminding her to go find some more.



Here is June searching with a jaw-breaker in her mouth. Classic June, down to the mussed hair.



This year, I added some camouflage eggs.



They were awesome; really hard to spot. I put dollar bills in them, and one had a five dollar bill. When everyone was done hunting, I assembled the troops and told them that we needed to make sure that we had all 8 camouflage eggs (I don't mind leaving candy for other people to find, but we better get all the money). Everyone searched their buckets and in all, they had only found 3! (June found two, and Dad found one). I (who had hid them) scanned the area and led individual hunters to certain spots. In the end, everyone had at least one camouflage egg. Ivory was our big winner; she found the five.



My Dad said he could get on board with Easter Eggs filled with money. He found several with coins and went away with over 5 dollars himself.

After we found 'all' the eggs, I gave each of the girls their Easter dress. Look at them dutifully closing their eyes, waiting. Cute.



I say 'all' the eggs, because when we got home, I didn't see all the eggs. I didn't count them, but we did get some fun sea eggs and they weren't all there. My mom and dad went back and found 8 more; some in very obvious places. This doesn't surprise me too much. Sometimes you miss something right in front of your face. Take this picture for instance. Can you find the egg? Click on it to make it larger.



In that picture, we were talking about the camouflage eggs and everyone had been by that spot several times and no one saw that silly egg up on the wall. Robyn finally spotted it. Smarty.



I'm hoping all the fun we had that night made up for the fact that I totally spaced what time the Vineyard Hunt was the next morning. I thought it was at nine previous years, but I looked online and it said ten o'clock. So we showed up late and I took home sad girls with empty buckets. So future self...next year when you can't remember, look back, read this post, and think NINE, NINE, NINE!!!

And there you have it. Now I will go back to cursing the blasted snow. Come on, it's April! AND Spring break. Maybe tomorrow we will go to the library. That is indoors.

Chez Cazier

I don't change my background very often, but in light of finishing my final project in my Photography class, I figured I would do an overhaul. The banner is actually a picture of the finished product because I matted it before I had time to scan the pictures in. I plan to frame it soon and display it proudly.

I Had Lunch With Obama

This year's Crack-Off was eggceptional. My parent's were visiting again and I love that they really get into the decorating part. They are both very talented when it comes to art. I realize that this will end up being a post with mostly pictures, but you need to see some of these.

Okay, are you all eggcited? Here they are in no particular order.

Here is Tyler's Greenback.



I love these two. Sally and Jack, but the best part is on the back of Jack's head.



Here's my mother's Under the Sea egg. The color is great and if you moved it all around there was a whale and a mermaid on it too.



My Dad named this one Brainiegg. I think it took third place in the deco contest.



These two are great. The Rose Garden on the left took second place overall.



I thought this was clever. I entitled it Bella's Dream (you know—a vampire bite). My mom told me later that she thought they were eyes. Oops; most people got it though.



Here is Tyler's Orange egg and my mom's stained glass egg.



Here is some of the competition brought in. The Macbean's didn't know about the crack off rules. Needless to say, no one wanted to roll against Sputnik.



I wasn't sure if this one could roll, but it looked cool. Eggo-Jet.



Tim did well this year. He feels pressure with all the artists in the family, but I liked this one called 'When Eggs go Bad"



This was my pride and joy. It was the first one I made and I knew it would do well in the deco contest; it won in fact. Ba'Crack' Obama.

I even put a target on the back of his head; merely for crack-off purposes...of course.



Here are a few others. I liked how Cindy used spices on her eggs. And the silver one is just cool.



Here is the grouping as we voted on them. I'm sorry if your eggs were not pictured. I think I took all these before the Moses showed up. Oh, that pink one in the front is Randy's caterpillar. Creative, huh?



Then we got down to business and the eggs were cracking everywhere.
Obama faired well, but was eventually taken out by Orien's Belt.



Here is Fungus Amungus vs. Orien's Belt in the final showdown.



And the winner is...

Orien's Belt. Good job Bryan. We always need a returning champion, so don't go far.



After all that, we actually tried rolling Orien's Belt against Sputnik. Orien's Belt creamed it, I kid you not. It knocked one of the bullets off and then cracked it the second time around.



We really had a great evening.

So today, I found out that underneath that brown exterior, Obama really is white. And then I ate him. Dairy-free egg salad is passable. Just make sure you add pickles, mustard, and a little president.