What Happened To Your Hair?

Some of you may already know, but I recently did something a little crazy.  Well, crazier than my normal crazy.

I dyed my hair pink.

All of it.

Bright pink.

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Here’s the rest of the story.

See, life is hard.  It’s true, there’s no way around it.  Life is not going to be easy.  But that doesn’t mean it can’t be fun.  While there are a million different things going on in my life, how I choose to react and feel about those events is completely under my control.   And I firmly believe that even though life is hard it is also meant to be a time of great joy.

Somewhere along the way, a few months ago, maybe longer, I lost sight of that last fact.  I was worried, stressed, sad, frustrated and every other negative emotion you can think of.  But I was forgetting to balance it out with anything good and wonderful.  Yes, those parts were still there I was just ignoring them because I wanted to be grumpy.

One day I decided enough was enough.

I learned several years ago that adding touches of fun colors to my hair gave me a boost and made me giggle and remember that life was fun.  So, when it came time to re-do my color I looked at that bottle of pink stuff, thought really hard about the way I’d been feeling, and dumped the whole darn thing on my head.

It’s different.  I look like I think I’m still a teenager.  I get some weird looks.  I give myself some of those weird looks. But, here’s the thing.  When I look in the mirror now I forget to judge myself by the bags under my eyes, the lack of makeup, the spaces in my teeth, or the ghastly amount of weight I’ve gained in recent years.

Instead, I look in the mirror and laugh out loud. I think “you are one crazy, awesome lady!” and walk away giggling to enjoy my still rough day with a song in my heart.

While I certainly don’t recommend everyone dying their hair pink, (what if you’re not a fan of pink?) I certainly do recommend finding a way to remember what you love most about yourself every day.  The world will give you plenty of opportunities to focus on the other stuff, find your own brand of craziness that makes the rest of it all okay and dance with it daily.

Life is just better that way.

Winning Mr. Wrong by Marie Higgins

Well, Winning Mr. Wrong by Marie Higgins was a cute little book. Don’t expect any deep thought, only a light romance with a couple of giggles thrown in for fun.

Charley seems to be very unlucky in love. Try as she may, she doesn’t appear to be able to get a guy to stick with her for more than a few months. Sometimes she blames them, sometimes she blames herself. But one thing is clear: she needs to change her approach to love if she wants cupid’s arrow to stick forever.

Enter Max and Damien. Max is an old high school crush who seems perfect for Charley. Damien is the typical playboy next door neighbor: Italian and very cute but very much not what Charley is looking for. Funny how he always shows up and saves the day though. . . .

When Charley runs across an internet article on how to get a guy to like you, she’s all for it and knows just the target. Max will be head-over-heels in love with her before he even knows what hit him. Probably literally.

So what’s this magical “get your man” advice? It involves:

Dark chocolates
Hard-to-find gifts
Compliments
A night on the town
Tall buildings
Funny movies
Mending his clothes
Surprise intimacy
Great memories, and
I love you in a note

Now, I must admit, I rolled my eyes when I saw the list. Maybe it would actually work, maybe not, but I’m not exactly married to the typical male so it seemed a little out there to me. You’ll have to judge that for yourself.

How was the actual story line? Light and fluffy-the way a good romantic comedy should be. It was an okay read for me, but I suspect if I handed it to my almost 17yo the house would rock with giggles. That’s actually who I’m going to recommend Winning Mr. Wrong for. To me it really spoke to those teenage angst years of wanting to catch a certain guy’s eye only to find out he wasn’t such a good catch anyway, and learning who you really are before you can really be part of a solid relationship.

A Word (or two) on Writer's Block from Brodi Ashton

Okay, obviously I'm catching up on a lot of web surfing this week. But when I finally got a chance to read this blog by Brodi Ashton it made my day in an awesome way.

The whole post is totally worth it but I'm going to have to copy the song and print out the lyrics to put by my computer.

Go check out "The Writer's Block Song" :)


Thanks Cranberry Fries for bringing it to my attention!

A Strange Sort of Keeping Up With the Jones

I guess every neighborhood has some sort of Jones family and those that scramble to keep up with them. My neighborhood is no different.

I live in a very small neighborhood. There is a circular road with 13 houses and a dead end street with another 10 houses. I live on the dead end street and this is mostly a tale of these 10 houses and our strange affair with the Jones.

Some years it's innocent enough. Like the year half the adults decided they needed bikes to ride with their children. Then, there was the spring of re-done flowerbeds. There was also a, "let's plant a tree" phase that was pretty. The, “let's have garage sales” summer was kind of a bust, but most of the time it's all innocent idea stealing.

Not this year. It started out about the same. Spring started with a two week, "gee we'd better cut down those dead trees" festival. The boys loved watching them all come down.

Then, the Jones virus left our area to spend some time among the houses on the circular road. They had a wave of serious illnesses and death. We don't envy their domino effect at all.

But, by summer “Jones” was back on the dead end causing trouble. I blame a friend almost at the end of the street. She and her husband decided enough was enough: this would be the summer they would replace the roof. Now this is distressing news in our household, because if they replaced their roof ours would win the "worst looking roof in the neighborhood" award hands-down. We'd been trying to put it off a few more years.

So, we watched with interest as they made their roofing choices and began to prepare. Then quickly decided there was no way in the underworld we were touching our own roof this year. It played out like this.

No sooner did they buy all the supplies and have them delivered than their well dried up. Stop construction to drill a new well. . .

Then, they tore off the old shingles and dutifully put up the giant tarps until the weekend.

Enter several torrential rain storms. The tarps did not hold up. They now have to replace most of the ceiling in their garage and multiple patches within the rest of their house. A new set of tarps went up.

They were finally able to start installing their new roof and another neighbor's well started bubbling up all over the yard. . .

And so it continues to circle through the neighborhood leaving havoc in its wake until this latest adventure. Currently, if I look out my front window, I can see not one, but two, power lines dangling in my neighbor's front yard. Yes, they are live. We know this because they dutifully went "zot-zot, pop-pop-pop" before breaking lose and landing there.

For the next hour we got to watch the local police officer, the fire chief, someone from the electric company, and a few other people we never knew what they did, walk up and down our road in saying "yep, it's a wire" before quartering off most of my neighbor's yard with caution tape and driving away. I wonder what they plan to do when it rains tomorrow. . .

As for our household, we're holding our breath. That Jones virus is due to settle on our house fairly soon and there is no telling where it will attack. Couldn't we have stuck with bikes and gardens?

I think all the men are having jealous fits. The circle's Jones virus for the summer is go-karts. They all turn green with envy (from their dutiful spot on roofs and dirt pits that used to be wells) when they go up and down the road.

Life is Tough: I Doubt I'll Make It Out Alive by Stacy Gooch-Anderson

Do you remember a few weeks ago when I said I needed a book whose sole purpose was to make me laugh? Well, I got a good amount of giggles from one title and another healthy dose from: Life if Tough: I Doubt I'll Make It Out Alive by Stacy Gooch-Anderson. What a fun book!

While reading, I had a lot of laugh-out-loud moments that made my husband look at me funny, but I didn't care-- he's always looking at me funny. Life it Tough is a humorous look at all the little quirks life sends every day that you have two choices about: you either laugh and enjoy them for what they are, or let them weigh you down until everything becomes a drudgery.

I particularly enjoyed Stacy's account of the hard work she put in to learning to be the perfect mother before her kids actually came along. Ah, I remember those days well. Although I have to say I did a mite better in my home ec. classes than she did. I even won a state-wide academic competition for my home making prowess, and an outstanding student award at the end of my senior year. If it were possible to letter in home ec I would have. I started college as a home ec major (a degree our advanced society seems to have phased out, or maybe just “outsourced” to more professional venues.) How much of it have I actually used as a mother? Hmmm, good question. I think I sewed a hidden seam once when I was adventurous enough to sew for my adorable girls-- 1 and 3 at the time. I soon came to my senses and stopped that nonsense in its tracks.

Just when I thought I'd found the ultimate do-nothing-but-make-me-laugh book, Stacy whips out some serious life problems. Even though doing so meant Life is Tough flunked my serious fluff test, it proved a very good point. Up until then, all the stories had been completely relatable and completely drawn from every day life. I can see where it would be easy for someone to pick up this book and say, “Well sure, she can laugh. She's never had to face real trials like mine.” Not so. Stacy proves that what does not eventually make us laugh will likely be the thing that kills us.

There were a handful of jokes scattered throughout that I recognized as mutated versions of things I'd heard elsewhere. But, I was willing to forgive that since I was having the time of my life with the rest of the experience.

Although I'll probably never forgive Stacy for getting Rod Stewart's "If You Want My Body" stuck in my head for over a week, I highly recommend letting Stacy Gooch-Anderson throw you a life saver of humor the next time you need a good laugh. Who knows, you might learn something along the way as well.

Stacy is on virtual tour this month and providing a “life-saver” a day on the tour. Please visit her blog: Stayinalivewithstacy.blogspot.com to explore the gem of wisdom for today “Any one who thinks you are too small to make a difference has never been alone in a tent with a hungry mosquito.” And any other life saver that will make your day.

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Confessions of a Completely In*sane Mother by Kersten Campbell

Naturally, the first thing that caught my attention about Confessions of a Completely Insane Mother by Kersten Campbell, was the name. I mean, how can you go wrong with a name like that? The next thing that appealed to me was its compact size. This was no overwhelming volume of prose no mother has time to read. When I flipped through I knew it would be completely doable to fit this title into almost any busy mother’s day. It’s just the right size for slipping in a purse or diaper bag and each story is short enough to get through during a car wash cycle. Yes, I have been known to take my children on a field trip to the car wash just so I can strap them in the car and entertain them at the same time.

Confessions of a Completely Insane Mother is a collection of very brief stories that help you laugh at life as a mother. The writing style is not complex or overly poetic. It’s light and simple and designed to bring a smile to your face. When I began reading my first impression was, “Meh, its okay.” But, by the time I was several stories in I was getting excited to see what the next adventure might hold. By the time my daughter got out of seminary 30 minutes later, I had tears rolling down my cheeks from laughter. She was very confused, until I gave her the book to read on the drive home. It didn’t take long before she was giggling as well.

This isn’t a book you want to turn to if your looking for prophetic and inspiring thoughts on the wonderful gift of motherhood. This is the book you turn to when you need a good friend to lighten your heart after a day that makes you wonder what in the world you thought you were doing having kids in the first place.

I highly recommend having a copy of Confessions of a Completely Insane Mother on hand. In fact, here’s my advice. Take this book and a flashlight and stash them behind the extra toilet paper rolls in the bathroom. Since no one but you ever changes the roll they won’t get disturbed. Then, the next time you’re ready to go insane yourself, sneak in the bathroom. Close and lock the door. Don’t turn on the light, the kids will find you too soon. Pull out the book and flashlight, put a towel over your head to block out the light and read a couple of chapters. Be forewarned, if you giggle too loudly that will set off the mommy pheromones as well and your hiding place will be discovered. Bite the towel if you have to because every mommy needs their own “time out” spot.

When you’ve read a few chapters you’ll feel better and be ready to face the world again. Not because you have been reminded that “Motherhood is next to Godhood” but because you’ve remembered that you’re not alone in the craziness. Go ahead, put Confessions of a Completely Insane Mother by Kersten Campbell on your list of things to do just for yourself. It won’t eat up much time or money, but it will help the next time you walk into the kitchen to find your children making pancakes in the middle of the floor- without a bowl. We all have those days and it helps to be able to giggle about them.

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Servant to a King by Sariah S. Wilson

Well, here we go. I’ve found a totally fun new LDS novel. Servant to a King by Sariah S. Wilson was just about the best book I’ve read in a while. I devoured it quickly and completely enjoyed the ride! It was fun, fast paced, and entertaining.

Do you remember the beginning of Ammon’s story with King Lamoni? That’s the part where Ammon is captured and vows to become King Lamoni’s servant despite the offer of marrying the king’s daughter instead? Very noble and righteous to be sure, but have you ever wondered what the daughter thought of this whole arrangement? I mean, really. What would you do if your father tried to hand you over to a complete stranger (and foreigner from enemy territory at that) and then you were rejected by that same strange? Ouch. Here’s where Sariah creates a totally lovable heroine for Ammon’s story, despite her sometimes too obvious boundary issues. Meet Isabel, who is the oldest daughter of King Lamoni. She also sees it as her personal mission to make Ammon’s life as miserable as possible—let the games begin!

You do get to experience the Book of Mormon culture and learn a little bit more about life for those we read about in the scriptures. That’s always a nice added benefit of well-done historical fiction. I totally loved that Isabel had worry dolls. I had a set of those things for years. They were awesome! There were a few times, however, where things of the ancient Lamanite world were explained more in 21^st century terms, rather than in terms of things Ammon could relate to. I took me momentarily out of the story but it was totally forgivable and I couldn’t help but jump right back in to the page after a very short, “huh?” moment every now and then.

My only other complaint about Servant to a King is the name. The cover gave me a hint that I could expect a fun book rather than a serious exploration of the scriptures. (Don’t get me wrong, the story is accurate and insightful it just entertains as much as it educates.) But the name did nothing to encourage me toward the book’s purchase. I could glance at the cover and say, “Okay, we’re probably talking Book of Mormon”. The back cover would help me get it a little bit more, but if I were faced with just the spine of the book the title would not have shouted out to me that this was a “must read”. It deserves more attention that the name suggested it might get on a bookshelf.

Do me a favor. If you’re wandering in a bookstore and notice this title peaking out of the stacks, take it out and turn it so everybody can see the cover as they walk by. Somebody with thank you for it, I’m sure. Oh, and if you haven’t read it yet yourself, you do have my permission to pick up the book and head straight to the cash register yourself. It’s definitely one you won’t regret spending the money on.

Though not her only published work, Servant to a King is the first novel I’ve read by Sariah Wilson. You can bet I’ll be watching her career with interest from now on. Super job, Sariah!

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Before You Leap by Kermit the Frog

Okay. This has got to be one of the most fun “self-help” books I’ve ever read. Do you remember watching the Muppet Show growing up? It was one of my favorite things. Of course I wasn’t allowed to watch much television so I may have been very disillusioned as to what was great entertainment. I doubt it though. It was definitely more fun than most things that pass as comedy and family fun these days. Any way you look at it Kermit and the gang had something special. (I say had because I like the old Sesame Street etc. better than the newer more politically correct version. But that’s just me.)

If you’re a big fan of Kermit, or the Muppets in general, this book is a must read. Before You Leap: A Frog's Eye View of Life's Greatest Lessons by Kermit the Frog is a fun book that tickles the edges of life with humor and a little bit of actual advice thrown in.

Kermit separates his book into sections: one acts as a memoir of his life, the other goes through most of the common problems and concerns of anyone trying find their way through this world without losing their sanity. Well, then again . . . Anyway, Kermit uses his own life, and the experiences of all his Muppet friends, to give you some pointers on life, love, money, friends, health, you name it. A lot of it is written in true Muppet form. Meaning it makes you giggle more than it makes you think. But even with its light take on things, it carries some great messages.

I loved the chapter entitled “The Seven Dreams of Highly Effective Amphibians”. Kermit shares his philosophy on setting goals and allowing yourself to dream even when others around you can’t or won’t share those dreams. Interestingly enough, what do you think the first dream step is? Answering the basic questions of Who Am I? Where Am I? and How Did I Get Here? Sound familiar? He looks at this from both a literal and dreamy point of view. Both are worthwhile as you move forward to become a highly effective amphibian. This includes the following quote: “When you decide what your Big Dream is, you’ll be bursting with enthusiasm and want to share it with everybody. Most everybody will give you one of those ‘Okay, that’s nice, now please pass the ketchup’ looks. Some will scoff, suggesting that whatever your Big Dream is, it’s too big for you. And a select few will whisper words of encouragement.

My Advice is this: Pass the ketchup. Ignore the scoffers. And remember those words of encouragement ‘cause they’re the only ones that matter.”

Ah, yes. Kermit is a very wise frog. Some of my favorite advice from different characters also included:

Ms. Piggy- If you don’t fit in with the in crowd, form your own in crowd. (Of course she suggested that it be an in crowd of one. . . )

Ms. Piggy also said- Success is believing in yourself, then convincing everyone else you’re right.

Kermit- Be good to yourself, believe in yourself, and you’ll always be beautiful. (Even if you’re not a frog.)

Dr. Honeydew- Bad things often happen by accident, but even bad things can have good outcomes. (Just ask Beaker—who, incidentally I was convinced looked exactly like a certain director or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, but that’s another story.)

Swedish Chef- Taste the smorgasboord oof life! You betcha! (I just love his accent ;)

Got a son or daughter about to leave the lily pad? This would make a great gift. It lets them know you care without preaching—that’s always a good thing. Before You Leap was great fun for me and a wonderful trip down memory lane. I recommend it for any Muppet’s fan young or old.

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The Icing on the Cake by Elodia Strain

What can I say? The Icing on the Cake by Elodia Strain was one truly fun book! I loved Elodia’s personable style and I loved the premise of the novel. It’s bright, uplifting and teaches a beautiful message in a fun way.

Some people don’t care for books in which the main character “interacts” with the reader. I don’t love it or hate it: like all writing, it has to be done well. Elodia manages this writing style with ease. To me, it was like reading some of Meg Cabot’s cleaner stuff in the national adult market and like reading a Kerry Blair title in the LDS market. Elodia has a way of making the reader feel like they’re having a conversation with a quirky friend that they can totally relate to.

The Icing on the Cake held very few “stumbling points” for me. I only have two nit-picky complaints (aren’t my complaints always nit-picky?) One: I think the reader should have had to work harder to find out Annabelle’s middle name. ;) And two: You might not find it a problem, but I had a difficult time relating to Annabelle’s dependence on her parents. Yes, I can concede that many people do have close relationships with their parents. That is not a situation I’m familiar with so it was difficult for me to relate to Annabelle on this matter. When I left home, I left home to start my own life as an adult. I quickly learned that if I was going to be my own person, I could not go running back to my parents for everything I needed. Yes, there are things that I’ve counted on their support for in the past, and present, but it is not my first instinct to take my problems to them. Now, don’t get me wrong— I love my parents, but I’m also very comfortable with the fact that they live 2000 miles away from me. ;)

Look for The Icing on the Cake to give you a great chick-lit lift, with the sweetness of the gospel adding just a little more flavor. But be forewarned: I thought I’d finally found a book that would just make me giggle and occasionally laugh out loud but sadly, this was not the case. By the time I got close to the end, I had to shed a few tears whether I liked it or not, but they were definitely happy tears. The gospel message shared by The Icing on the Cake is touching and simple: it’s about seeing the good in people and trying to be good because of their example. I know I could personally benefit from taking a few more “pink notes” myself.

Oh, and one more complaint about The Icing on the Cake—I’m totally miffed at Elodia for teasing me with all those dropped hints and descriptions for delectable goodies and treats. Why? Well, because I’m a food person. The book made me totally hungry and she didn’t include a single recipe for any of the goodies she’d been dangling in front of my face! Totally rude!

So, to make up for Ms. Strain’s terrible insult to my taste buds, I’ve provided you, my dear reader, with a recipe I found for Portuguese sponge cake. I haven’t tried it yet, but soon will. (If you get to it first, tell me how it is.) Make one for yourself, then curl up with a piece, ok two, and enjoy a fun read: The Icing of the Cake. It will make your whole day.

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Chickens in the Headlights by Matthew Buckley

To be fair, since I spent some time talking about favorite books from the national market (I could go on for days about that), today I’ll touch on one set of LDS books for young readers.

Chickens in the Headlights by Matthew Buckley is quite possibly one of the funniest LDS books for children that I’ve read. I love it even more for the fact that good LDS literature for children is a rarity. It seems it’s rather hard to compete with the national market for a child’s reading attention and the parent’s spending dollars. The smaller LDS publishers just can’t offer books as cheaply as the national books can be offered. I’m sure there are plenty of us that hunger for more titles like this, but in reality would you rather pay $5 for a book from their school book club paper or $15 from the local LDS bookstore? Many of us would like to say the gospel messages and content we didn’t have to worry about would be worth the extra $10, but in actuality how many times is your wallet truly able to make that choice? Because it is not an easy thing to do, I applaud Matthew for getting Covenant to take a chance on his “fun in an LDS setting” book for children (and their parents, too).

I bought Chickens in the Headlights shortly after it came out as a result of a marathon book signing weekend of my own. After spending two days staring at that cover and hearing different store employees repeat over and over again how hard they laughed, I just had to get my grubby hands on it. Home it went in my extra piece of luggage I always bring along for the sheer purpose of filling it with LDS books. J

It was one of the first titles from the trip that I read. (See the above about falling in love with the cover.) I read it in one night. My husband began to wonder what was wrong with me— I’d alternately burst out in laughter, cry, and turn purple from trying not to laugh some more. I finally took the book downstairs so he could actually sleep. I also let my neighbor, who is not LDS, read this one. She was laughing so hard she ended up having to read it out loud for her own husband and child.

I waited a while longer to get Bullies in the Headlights. Oh, I was excited to get that one in my hands, too. But, I also have this thing about having at least one book by each of my friends on my shelf that is actually signed by the author. I figure when I die, my posterity can look through my book collection and say, “Wow, look at all the famous people grandma knew!” That’s another story all together. Needless to say, I brought Bullies home in my “book” bag from the next LDStorymakers conference, complete with author signature.

I’ve read both Chickens in the Headlights and Bullies in the Headlights by Matthew Buckley aloud to my boys (7 and 9) and it was a treat to do so. I must admit however that of the two, we much preferred Chickens to Bullies. I can’t answer for my children, but for me the main difference seemed to be in the boldness of the “message” or moral of the story. See, in Chickens in the Headlights you learn a lot of valuable lessons about finding joy in life and the blessings of family, but most of the time you don’t really know you’re learning them. It’s clear, but subtly woven in with antics that will leave you in stitches. Bullies in the Headlights isn’t quite so subtle. Oh, yes, there are still very funny parts and the storyline is still very true to what young boys would be thinking and doing, but this time the main character is actively looking for the “moral of the story”. The character version of the author is nagged by a sneaking suspicion that bullying bullies isn’t exactly Christ-like and goes looking for ways to both answer his questions and justify his own answers. ( BTW— One of the places he turns is a Primary teacher that I would absolutely love to hug for his atypical, but loving, characteristics.) It is a really great message, but my boys wanted to spend less time pontificating the realities of “should I or shouldn’t I”. They just wanted to hear more about chicken armpits.

Okay, are you ready for the really fun part? Mr. Buckley recently got permission to provide a free audio version of Chickens in the Headlights! Yippeee! So, if you’re not able to get your hands on a printed copy right away, go to Matthew’s website, http://chickenarmpits.com and listen. It will brighten you’re whole day.

Want more? Matthew Buckley has another free audio book available, also very giggle worthy, but made for general youth audiences not just LDS kids. You can listen to Matthew read this fun story at http://thesupertrio.com. Happy listening!

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