Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Thanks for inviting me to play...

1-What is his name? Brian Scott Lacouture

2-How long have you been married? Seven years last Sunday

3-How long did you date? All together? Let's see....two months in high school, six months before his mission, 11 months after his mission--a total of 19 months.

4-Who eats more sweets? Normally, me. However, a week and a half ago, my sister and I agreed not to eat any sweets until March 16 (at which time we will surely go get a blizzard to celebrate!) So far, so good.

5-Who said I love you first? Brian--and I didn't even say it back the first time. I decided in high school that I would not tell a boy I loved him--so I told boys that I didn't believe in love in high school. I even took it so far as to write "like, Ann" at the end of my letters instead of "Love, Ann." Man, I was cool. (The truth is, though--I actually did love in high school.)

6-Who is taller? Brian. He's probably 5'11" and I'm 5' 7 1/2" (but I swear I used to be 5' 8")

7-Who can sing better? Neither of us is especially gifted at singing, but I think I can carry a tune without being accompanied better than he can. But who really knows, right? I could be just as delusional as all those American Idol rejects, and I'd probably never know it.

8-Who is smarter? I'm smarter at math, grammar, and....well, that's pretty much it. He's smarter in every way that ever counts for anything.

9-Who does the laundry? Me, and I hate it. I even roll Brian's garments. It's probably the biggest sacrifice I make in order to show him my love.

10-Who pays the bills? Me.

11-Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? If you're looking at the bed, I do. I'm furthest from the door.

12-Who cooks dinner? I do--except when we have steak. No one barbecues steak like Brian.

13-Who drives? Brian ALWAYS drives when we're together except when we're on a really long road trip and we have to switch off.

14-Who is more stubborn? Brian--by a mile.
15-Who kissed who first? Ironically, I kissed Brian first. Any of you that know me well know how surprising this is. I had to do it in order to get over my fear of kissing. I was trying to apply a study I had read in the Reader's Digest.

16-Who asked who out first? Brian. He asked me to Homecoming when we were Juniors, but we didn't actually start "dating" until a year later.

17-Who proposed? Is this a feminist quiz or what? Like I'm going to propose... Brian did three times, and the third time, I said yes.

18-Who wears the pants? I asked Brian this question and he said that I am always trying to put on the pants, but that we wear them together.

Here's another tag.
One word answers only.

1. Where is your cell phone? desk
2. Your hair? straight
3. Work? later
4. Your father? smart
5. Your favorite thing? blizzards
6. Your dream last night? good
7. Your favorite drink? OJ
8. Your dream car? minivan
9. The room you're in? kitchen
10. Your fears?cheating
11. What do you want to be in 10 years? rich
12. Who did you hang out with last night? Brian
13. What you're not good at? creativity
14. Muffin? chocolate
15. One of your wish list items? teeth
16. Where you grew up? vegas
17. Last thing you did? math
18. What are you wearing? sweats
19. What aren't you wearing? shirt
20. Your pet? nope!
21. Your computer? black
22. Your life? good
23. Your mood? relaxed
24. Missing? hoodies
25. What are you thinking about right now? this
26. Your car/truck? squished
27. Your summer? long
28. Your relationship status? love
29. Your favorite color? red
30. When is the last time you really laughed with meaning? hmmm
31. Last time you cried? hmmm
32. School? statistics
33. Least favorite weather? cold
34. Soup? vegetable
35. Movie? clear player

I tag everyone reading this...

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Just a little variety











I really have nothing to say today, so I'll just share a little mormon joke with you.
Why any man would want a wife is a mystery. Why any man would want more than one wife is a bigamistery. That's all.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Good mail and Valentine's Day



As I mentioned at Christmastime, I love getting good mail. Upon getting the mail, I used to comment to Camp that everything in the mail was "lame." Later, Camp started getting the mail for me and asking me if it was lame. Now, he just opens the box, pulls out the mail, and says, "Lame, lame, lame!" And most of the time he is right: bills, credit card offers, grocery store ads, and the like. But once in a while, I get something good. Recently, I have gotten a few good things--my real simple magazine, and Meg's wedding announcement! Congratulations, Meg! I can't wait to be there!
And talking about mail has gotten me thinking....Have any of you ever seen the Charlie Brown Valentine Special? If you're interested in a real tear jerker, this is the movie for you. It's not a tear jerker because it's so happy. It's a tear jerker because it is positively the most depressing cartoon that has ever been written.







You see, the story begins with Charlie Brown carrying two little suitcases to school on Valentine's Day. "Why?" Linus asks. Because Charlie wants to make sure that he has a way of carrying home all of his Valentines. Well, the class party is underway and the Valentines are being passed out and all of the kids are loving it--well, all of the kids except Charlie, that is. He doesn't receive a one. NOT ONE! Come on, man. Where are Linus and Snoopy in a time of need? I don't know. All I know is that Charlie Brown walked home that day with a very sad face and two empty little suitcases. And THEN (this is where the mail part comes in) Charlie wonders if maybe someone mailed him a Valentine, and it just hasn't gotten to him yet. Nope. So the movie ends with one of the kids in Charlie's class giving him a used Valentine. Pathetic.
I wonder if this movie is so hard for me because it reminds me of some of my own experiences. In seventh grade, I experienced a Valentine's Day that almost ended as bad as Charley Brown's. At my school (like many of yours, I'm sure), one of the clubs made Valentine-0-grams that you could buy and have delivered to your friends. Well, I went home from school one day and mentioned them to my mom and how I knew I wouldn't be getting any. So Valentine's Day came and I was sitting in my sixth period class, and the Valentine-o-grams started coming.--just like in the Charlie Brown movie. I remember feeling sad and awkward and lonely--wishing I had friends to send me a Valentine. Before too long, the most wonderful thing of my life (almost) happened. I heard my name called! Someone had sent me a Valentine! Man, I was so excited! And then my name was called again, and again, and again. I got like seven Valentines! Ann, the girl with no boyfriends--and no friends, for that matter--had gotten some Valentines! Who were they from? My wonderful mom, of course. Good ol' Mom. I think that was the day that I realized that there was no one in the world as great as my mom...

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Pampered Chef and all that other stuff




So I was at a Pampered Chef party the other night. You know how it goes.."Let's all go around the circle and say what our favorite 'tool' is...And if you spend such and such amount of money, you get this (cheap lookin') heart-shaped candy dish for only $14.99... Does someone want to come up and demonstrate the Ultimate Chopper? Oh, my kids just love the sud pump (or whatever it's called)... They've never been so excited about washing their hands!... Ooohhh, yeahhh... Wow, I'm so grateful to have 'tools' that allow me to spend less time in the kitchen and more time with the family...blah, blah, blah..."
I'm sorry. It's just that the whole time I was at the party, I was almost laughing because I just kept thinking about what I would blog about it. I know what you're thinking. "Ann, you're just bitter because you can't afford to buy anything but a spatula and some hand wash. Ummm, true. However, that's not the point. The point is--man, I am so not the sales type of person.

I remember working at the GAP when I was sixteen and being pressured to accomplish all of these stupid little sales goals that were on this little card. I hated it. Was I a good salesperson? Heck, yes. I was good because I was super friendly and helpful, but not because I ever tried to manipulate someone into buying something that they really didn't need or want.

I also remember that when Brian and I were first married and were living in Provo, Brian applied for a job that appeared to be some kind of installer. Turns out it was one of those multi-level companies that sold vacuums of all things. So Brian got all roped into selling really expensive vacuums. Again, you know the drill. You call up all of your close family and friends and ask them if you can give them a presentation or whatever, and you hope to pressure them into buying a stupid vacuum that doubles as an air filter. I'll tell you what, man. I seriously could not deal with the idea of having a husband who was a vacuum salesman--or any salesman for that matter. I remember calling my mom and telling her that I didn't think my marriage could survive such a trial as this, and I remember her telling me that the world does need sales people and that somebody has to do it. Lucky for me, Brian was not meant to be that somebody. He quit shortly after he started.

What do I hate so much about sales? Well, I guess it is the fact that there always seems to be some level of dishonesty and insincerity because the person selling is always self interested. And yeah, even the casual selling that goes on at all of these parties that we all go to is too much for me. Whenever I am at a "party" for Pampered Chef or home stuff, or body lotions or candles or whatever, I always feel like I have to leave my real self in the car and only take in my artificial self that can ooh and aahh appropriately. Does anyone hear what I'm saying?

Ironically, I really enjoy going to all these silly parties. I love to be social and I love to eat, so I'm willing to pay the price of having someone trying to sell me something.

I guess what I'm saying is that there will never be a selling party at my house. I will, however, be throwing a super cool party someday. It will be a giving party. The kind that Oprah has once a year where she gives each member in the audience a sample of all of her favorite things. I'm going to start saving my pennies...

P.S. I do fully recognize and respect the fact that there are many people that love going to these parties just because they ARE anxious to learn about and buy all the new products--I'm just usually not one of them.