GOT IT.

I had a dream last night. {Just let me preface it by saying that this is NOT an announcement.} Now that I have that out of the way:

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I had a dream that I was on a makeshift bed in my doctor's living room...his entire family milling around...while I was in labor with my first baby. Even worse, nobody knew where Andrew was!
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Despite this ridiculous, terrifying setting, all I could think about was the fact that I was about to lose my last opportunity to get a picture of myself with a pregnant belly. Nothing stressed me out more than the fact that I COULD NOT FIND MY CAMERA! This MUST be documented!
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Apparently, my subconscious priorities are a little out of whack.

Yesterday, I submitted an eighty-something page paper...for my master's program. It took two months, and I can't tell you the relief that followed after finishing it. It had lots of graphs and tables and scanned documents...but STILL...that is an insane amount of typing.
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I feel a strong sense of pride and accomplishment in the idea that I compiled such a project myself...which is probably why I'm bragging about it to all of you. I like the sound of it. Here. Let me say it again:

I just finished writing an eighty-something page paper.

No big deal.

And only 2 classes left to go before I get this darn degree!!!

Um, yes actually. I got time. I gots lots of it. Not only was my big paper just turned in, but are both currently church calling-less. All within a few weeks, Andrew was released from a bishopric, and I was released from a Relief Society Presidency.

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{Bishopric and ward member at ward social}

I can hardly comprehend the amount of extra time we've got floating around in our lives right now. No meetings, no phone calls, no e-mails, no home visits, no lesson prep...
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Andrew now wanders aimlessly through the house, while I spend entirely too much time watching YouTube tutorials about designing your own blog header. {Which reminds me...you like? See Above.}

Anyway, we'll see how long it lasts...

SNAPSHOT SATURDAY {speed bumps}

Speed bumps 'round these parts are removed during winter months for easier snow removal, and then returned to the roads for summer.

This means, that for the majority of the year, that posted sign in our neighborhood is lying. No speed bump.

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That is, until today.

Thanks Becca and Andrew, for being willing to take one for the team.

OF LATE

1.)

My sister who just moved in is very talented. She can read her novel, watch a movie, text, work on homework, and Facebook all at the same time. 

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I love lists. I think I've mentioned this twenty separate times on the blog before. To help organize them all, I bought this board from a thrift store, painted it, and hung it in the kitchen.

We are already very happy together.

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The sight of rain clouds is so refreshing. Especially, after a winter of suffocatingly low, foggy, cottony, snow clouds. But not much white left 'round these parts! 

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I think Becca's presence in the house has made us reckless and irresponsible. Saturday night, we made a cookie monster like this. 

For each of us. 

Cookie Monster:  Chocolate chip cookie dough baked at the bottom of a pan. Then, straight out of the oven, vanilla ice cream is dropped on top before whipped cream, chocolate, and caramel. 

Ooey, gooey, delightful dessert. 

Let me suggest, however, making one to share. The three of us got about a quarter of the way through our individual dishes before we were sick and wondering what possessed us to attempt it in the first place. 

DEVIL'S ADVOCATE

So, Andrew and I were making a grocery store run when we walked past the Toll House Cookie Dough display. The cart I was pushing made a sudden, involuntary halt.

"Do you dare me to buy these?" I asked.

I had to find a way to justify what I was about to do...a way to prove to myself later that it wasn't my fault the cookies were placed in the cart and paid for at the register. He dared me, after all.

Unfortunately, it didn't work as I'd hoped. I'm still trying to understand why he just laughed and walked away...leaving me to wrestle with my cravings all alone. Very unfeeling of him! But, I did what any girl would do in this situation. Or should do at least.

I dared myself. A triple doggy dare with a cherry on top!

How could I back down from a challenge like that? That's serious business!

{You're with me on this one, right?}

Well, the rest is history.
{you saw the picture}
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But hopefully, I've taught all you strong-willed gals who never give into temptation an important lesson: Any sugar-calorie-butter packed disc of chocolaty goodness can be justified with a dare. It's that easy. It'll be worth every delicious bite.

I'm prayin' your husbands are more supportive than mine was on this one. Good luck.

I DRIVE A DODGE STRATUS.

So, a couple of weeks ago, I wrecked my car. I don't really want to talk about it.

But so as not to leave you hanging, I'll just say that Idaho roads suck in the winter after high winds. Especially when you're maneuvering a sharp curve. And you're late for work. *ahem*

It could have been really bad. But luckily, I missed the oncoming traffic, the fence, the telephone pole, and the trees. So I'm counting my blessings that all I have to show for the ordeal is some mild whiplash and the need for a new front bumper.

My poor car is currently at the car doctor. Meanwhile, I have been provided with a Nissan Quest minivan to get around in. It was rather awkward for me to get used to in the beginning...probably because of the whole not quite being in the mini-van-stage-of-life yet deal. But I've since learned to really enjoy the luxuriousness of the interior, being higher off the ground, and (don't laugh) the greater horsepower.

But this weekend, we took the van out for a date night spin. Driving the mini-van must have been strange for Andrew too, but I didn't understand the extent of it until on our way out the door, he offhandedly suggested we put fake car seats in the back.

My ignoring this, didn't discourage him. Because then, on our way to the movies, Andrew kept randomly yelling things to the back seats like:

Don't make me come back there!

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Don't make me turn this van around!

I'll keep an eye on him over the next few days, and let you know if his delusions get any worse. In the meantime, if you see a young gal parking her van at the far back corner of the grocery store lot go say hi. It's just me...not used to parking a van...and doing my best to avoid further accidents.

FOR YOUR INFORMATION

1.)

I got a haircut last week. {side view}

I think it's pretty shnazzy. {front view}

shnazzy (adjective)

snazzy, spiffy, cool with some sophistication, a snazzier update on snappy + jazzy 

2.)

Thrift stores are the BOMB. Brand-new $30 belt from American Eagle {with the tags still on it} for one dollar.

     bomb (noun)

1. (before 1995) Something really bad; a failure 

2. (after 1995) Something considered excellent and/or the best (uses modifier "the")

Once, I was sitting in a ward council meeting when the young Sunday school president used the phrase "bomb diggity." The juxtaposition of that phrase in such a serious setting, plus the fact that none of the old, balding brethren surrounding me even batted an eyelid, made me very, very happy. 

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     bomb diggity (adjective)

totally the awesomest, no lie

I encourage all of you to use it in a sentence this week and report back to me. 

3.)

It's still winter in Rexburg. In case you were wonderin'. 

4.)

MMmmmm...There's nothing like leftover pizza for breakfast...

Please tell me I'm not the only one. 

     left·o·ver  [left-oh-ver]
noun Usually, leftovers. food remaining uneaten at the end of a meal, especially saved for later use. Like microwaved for breakfast the next day.

5.)

On a clear day, this is the view of the Tetons from where I work.

     work [wurk] 
(noun) A worldwide slave labour organization run by *The Man. A place where people have to go everyday to get paid. 

     *The Man [th uh man]
(noun) The Man is the head of "the establishment" put in place to "bring us down." The Man wields power and seeks to oppress.  In some cases, it's a male Caucasian between the ages of 60-70, with a buzzed head, and an unnatural love for the sound of his own voice. 

6.)

I thought this sunset from the other night was the bomb diggity. So I thought I'd share. 


That's all. Aren't you glad we had this talk?

PERFECT

No school or work recently, meant sleeping in and building breakfast together.

One word: Levi's.

Frothy goodness.

Everything's better with crunchy peanut butter.

From our window: a rare blue sky peeking through winter morning clouds.
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 Like I said...perfect.
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AS OF TODAY

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7' 10" and counting...

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DECOR TOUR 2010

I consider myself to be fairly wise with my money--budgeting and saving and frugality--but I have two big weaknesses...used books being one of  them...that I will lay money down for just as fast as it takes to get the debit card out of my wallet.  My other weakness, I would have to admit, is Christmas decorations. 

Christmas seemed to come and go with a wild, whirlwind-y bang this year. December was insanely busy. I was so excited to get out my holiday decorations, and yet, I feel like I was hardly able to enjoy them before it was time to put them away again.  

It has all been rather heartbreaking. 

And so, as part of the mourning process, I am going to relish in their festiveness one last time before next year: all the trinkets, trees, nativities, Christmas pillows, and stockings...Ah, how I love them. 

Remember my new Christmas wreath? She looked scrumptious hanging on our living room mirror. 

We received these stockings as a wedding present. They are pretty, and we like to hang them up to make the room look Christmas-y.

But these are the stockings that we use and love. Andrew's mom made one for each of the Ashmores. 

And I am happy to announce that I became an official member of the family this year, when I received my very own stocking in the mail! Check out the beautiful details...

I. LOVE. IT.

Okay. Now take note of the wooden reindeer stocking holders. 

When I packed them away last year, I wrote this on the box partly to make Andrew laugh, and partly in effort to keep him from roughly pulling them out and causing damage. 

But guess who ended up breaking THIS delicate antler? I'll give you one clue.

It wasn't Andrew. 

And finally, our lovely nativity. It was joined this year by a stand and star (thanks to Grandma Johnson) and a mini bale of hay (thanks to me). I think it looks complete now, don't you?

Well, I guess that concludes Christmas Decor Tour 2010. Until next year...

BUSY HOUSEWIFE TIPS

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My home is not always clean. The laundry baskets are usually full. And I am not an expert housekeeper. But we try so hard, despite our insane schedules to keep up on things. Over the years, we have figured out a few secrets (or just common sense things) that work for us.

1.) Make the bed. Every single day. It takes just a minute and it makes a world of difference as to the feel of the room...even if the rest of it is a disaster area.

2.) Set a timer. For twenty minutes to be exact. Then clean like mad until the buzzer rings. It's amazing what you can accomplish in such a short time. So often, we arrive home exhausted, to a messy house, with still so many more obligations to meet that night. But messy house = frazzled Rachel. So we just set the timer, clean for our allotted time, and then move on to the next thing without the housework weighing on my mind.

3.) Do some laundry every day. This might have to be modified after our family grows, but by doing SOMETHING everyday...even if it is just washing one load, or simply matching the socks up...it doesn't ever become an overwhelming task.

4.) Clean up after dinner. Don't be tempted to lay down, log in to Netflix, or get started on any other project before the food and dishes are put away. Otherwise, it won't get done. And after a few days, it is an unmanageable stack.

5.) Create a dinner schedule. It saves time, eliminates the pain of having to come up with something to make every night, and I'm wiser about using the food we have before it spoils.

6.) Anti-bacterial wipes. If you're in a hurry, these guys are the best. With one extra little minute, I can have the entire bathroom wiped down.

7.) Invite people over for fun once in awhile. Prideful or not, theres no motivation to clean up like the thought of others seeing how messy you are. You suddenly have a great desire to dust the base boards, mop the floor, and fold that pile of laundry you've been ignoring in the corner the past week. Invite friends over for dinner or games or family home evening. I guarantee you, the house will look great before they arrive.

DECEMBER

This is the busiest of months. So much goin' on!

• Dad's birthday
• Obtaining a Christmas tree
• Family Christmas party
• The elementary school's Holiday Program
• Andrew graduating from college!!!!
• Family coming to town
• Christmas!
• Our 4th wedding anniversary
• A Sun Valley Ski resort vacation
• Becca's birthday
• Cousin's mission farewell

Usually, I spend a few weekend hours typing up and scheduling posts to appear automatically during the insanity that is Monday-Friday. I can get as far as two weeks ahead in a Saturday afternoon! That was until December came along. Recently, my weekends have been taken up with other obligations. So, sorry about the neglect.

But I am anxiously awaiting Christmas vacation, and the time it will provide for not only blogging...but sleeping, putting gas in my car, vacuuming pine needles from my living room, shaving my legs, and feeding my husband something other than frozen corn dogs and Little Caesar's pizza. It is definitely a time to look forward to.

Until then, here's a snapshot of just about the happiest part of life right now. Isn't it lovely?

That's another thing I'm excited for over Christmas break: staring dreamily at this tree for unreasonable lengths of time. I haven't had nearly enough of that yet. 

AND SO IT BEGINS...

Walking to church on Sunday morning, I was wondering why I even brought my sweater. It was so warm and sunny.

 By the next day, my yard looked like this
{via my cell phone}.

Coming home from work yesterday, the wintery sunset cast such a pretty pink glow on these snow covered trees, it made me wish I had a real camera on hand.



It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...
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