Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Come To My Massive Part Part 2!

 Can I tell you about my day?
Thanks I just need a second to sit down.

6:30am I woke up early to a hungry, snugly baby. I picked her up and fed her under the covers. When she finished her breastfast (you like that one? Huh? Just made it up right now!) she gave me a huge smile. I took a photo:
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7:30am I rolled out of bed and got in bed with Anson who was awake but not stirring. It's my duty to see that boy dressed and fed and out the door with Dad by 8:00.

8:05am the boys were tiny bit late. I kissed them both good bye.

8:30am fed a bowl of cereal to a child encompassed in a minky blanket. I think it was Ever. But it looked like a fuzzy amoeba, so I don't know really. Also, fed a bowl of cereal to a perky Erin. She is one crazy morning baby. She likes to be dressed and ready for a day of possible social outings. But really she spends a lot of time on her modified electric four wheeler in the Green Room. And when she's not riding the four wheeler she's yelling at her siblings to stay off her four wheeler.

9:00am took Ever to preschool. IT'S FIELD TRIP DAY and the FIELD TRIP is KRISPY KREME!

9:30am waited in the car so I can hear the BIG ANNOUNCEMENT on X96 Radio From Hell. The BIG ANNOUNCEMENT is something I've been keeping a secret for a very long time. It's about our Rooftop 5 Year Anniversary Show. It's....well...this:
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9:45am I get the go ahead to put the news out on my channels. So I post on Instagram, Twitter and Facebook:

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9:55am I am covered in chills because I finally got to announce our big surprise. I've never kept a secret for so long in my entire life. Six months! That's a long time to keep a secret right?

10:00am bundled up Erin and Iris and headed to SLC.

11:00am met up with Christopher at his office and chatted with his boss for a bit then headed to Abc 4 Utah studios. Christopher took the girls to get a drink and snacks while I ran inside.

11:30am announced on tv our big news: Neon Trees is headlining our 5 Year Anniversary Show! Yay! Hooray!

11:35am took a picture with anchor Emily Clark. Isn't she so beautiful? I look stoned. Stoned by the chemicals of Good News! I guess!
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Man I really like that Emily Clark. I even touched her back after she let a snake crawl all over her in the segment before me.

11:50am watched the Abc4 staff go crazy for the #ProvoRocks t-shirts that deputy mayor Corey Norman brought for everyone. He was super popular in that studio. Almost as popular as that snake that crawled all over Emily Clark's neck.

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12:00pm grabbed Mad Greek with Christopher and the girls. Erin drank my cola. Please don't think less of me as a mother. Instead, think of how awful the word cola is.

12:30pm left Salt Lake City. Girls slept in the car. Watched the stormy clouds smother the Wasatch Front. Got lost four times. See my previous post about me living in a fog.

1:30pm picked up Anson and Ever from Aunt Lucy's house. Anson asked me to take video of him waving this wand around "really fast so it's bluwy" but I messed up and took a photograph when I thought I was taking video. Oh stop it like you never do that either.

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 Lucy has lambs living across the street from her front door. Lambs! (Sorry, no photographs.)



4:30pm Are you still reading this? OMH (as they say in Provo) why?

5:30pm went to the park and it was biting cold. Christopher met us there and wrapped up the baby and held her while I acted like a robot pushing the girls on the swings and Anson climbed a tree.

6:00pm dinner: chicken noodle soup and Pugliese toast. Thanks Costco!

7:00pm half of the house falls asleep. Who knew one field trip to KRISPY KREME could make a girl so drowsy? I want to fall asleep too, but must...keep...moving.

7:15pm I fed the baby and she fell asleep too. I headed out the door to go shopping for something to wear to this concert I keep promoting. I answer about 201 texts and reply to 345 tweets. I talked to Lucy on the phone as I perused every piece of clothing in the mall.

9:45pm all roads lead to Target.

10:00pm came home to Christopher with some refreshments in my hands. He ate while I tried on the possible wardrobe choices. He was very adamant the peplum dress with the stripes is NOT going to work. I say it is going to work. Then I check myself out in the mirror downstairs (the mirror that never lies) and I wave my white flag. He was right. It is not going to work.

(Sorry, no photographs.)

11:00pm answer 721 more texts.

11:59pm decided to write this. So I could always remember this day. But before I started to write I thought about how blogging and concert promoting and community activism is all part of who I am as a mother. Being a mother includes being me. Maybe even more to that point, being me includes being a mother. So anyway.

I am going to bed. But before I do, I want to make sure you know you're invited.

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Here's a guide to the concert. And here's a picture of me right now as I write this.
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Oh sure like you never blog in your robe.

Why are you always so much cooler than me?

1:02am I need a cola.

Monday, September 29, 2014


I had four babies (plus a miscarraige) in six years. I feel really crazy.

My brain functioning is incredibly slow. My friend Paul recently compared this feeling to dial-up internet. Downloading or uploading is like a never ending blinking arrow on a gray computer screen.

I recently spoke at a function where I totally, completely forgot what I was saying mid-sentence as I was passionately trying to make a dire point. I panicked. My face was hot flash red. Don't ever make me do that again.

I feel less like a "parent" and more like a "zombie." Seriously, there are times when I wonder if I will ever feel like I am a human being again. I am the undead. I am the half-living. I feel like I live in a constant state of brain freeze without the frozen confection in my hands. That's the worst part probably.

But anyway, it's worth it. Because, look! JUST LOOK:

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I mean, to trade a few brain cells for like seven thousand hugs a day? It's nothing to complain about.

To survive this hazy and frenzied life, I repeat to myself, I won't always feel this way. I won't always feel this way. I won't always feel this way...

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And if I am wrong, please don't tell me. Let me believe it's true.

Thanks Justin Hackworth for the photos.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014


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It was a mild summer, I don't remember one day being unbearably hot.

But these last couples days have been sweltering. It may because I packed up the summer clothes and put them away so now we're hanging out in heat in knits and boots? Or it may just be hot.

I've been trying to drink extra water for my full-time job as a wet nurse. My water bottle is a holy relic around here. I know where it is at all times. It comes with a protective order against my children: I share all my time. I share my body. I share my mind. But I DO NOT SHARE MY WATER. GET YOUR OWN.

So my kids have learned to go often to the fridge with cups of their own to fill. And yesterday as we were finishing dinner Christopher asked Ever if he could have a sip of her water. For a moment I thought she would repeat my mantra to him (which would've made me proud in a way and maybe guilty in another) but instead she said "Well, ok but first I have to say a prayer that your germs won't get on the cup when you take a drink."

And Christopher said, "Ok," and he bowed his head as Ever said, "Dear Heavenly Father, please don't let my dad's germs get on the cup or in the water when I share my drink with him. In the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.'

Then she took a big, puffy, faithful deep breath and handed her cup to Christopher.

He took a little taste and handed it back to her with a "thank you."

Then we watched her finish her drink and dinner with the most pleased smile on her face. Christopher and I looked at each other amused, but shrugging. Like, how do we explain this to her?

"I am going to be a germ scientist one day, " she said sliding off her chair with her plate in hand headed to the kitchen sink.

Maybe she'll be one of those anomalies for whom science and faith are completely compatible?

Having children is the best.

Please Come To My Massive Party!

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I am often asked, "How did the Rooftop Concert Series get started?"

And there are a many ways to answer that, but I want to write down the moment it started for me.

I was in my car, sitting at a stoplight on Center Street and 9th East, headed home after a meeting about downtown Provo. If you want to torture me, put me in meetings where people talk a lot but there is no resolution or action at the end. OH JUST THINKING ABOUT IT MAKES ME TYPE IN ALL CAPS WITH EMOTION.

I started making a mental list of all the people I would put on a committee if I really wanted to change downtown. I came up with a dream team of artists, organizers, chefs and musicians. I thought about Sarah Wiley, Justin Hackworth, Mindy Gledhill, Andy Gartz and Colton Soelberg (who was already involved at that point). I don't know what I thought would happen, but it occurred to me that all those people in one room could probably come up with a really progressive, thoughtful, exciting plan to change downtown Provo from ghost town to vibrant destination.

Fast forward five years.

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photo Justin Hackworth 

Yesterday I am sitting in the mayor's office (as I do from time to time) and he's telling me that this concept we came up with has had a massive effect on downtown Provo as well as Provo City. It's been integral, he tells me, to the successful energy we're running on around here. Of course, we've had so much help. Many, many people and organizations have stepped in to make this concept become what it is today. But every time I am asked how it all got started I have this flashback to the stoplight and a tiny day dream I had about getting together my favorite Provoans for a good cause.

At the beginning of this year we thought, this is our fifth season, and we've been so successful why not end it with a huge concert? So we teamed up with Google Fiber, Provo City, UVU, Nu Skin, Wicked Audio, Contour, Swop, Downtown Provo Inc, Velour, Dillard's, Coca-Cola, and the Utah Valley Association of Realtors to throw a massive party downtown. Fictionist will be dropping their new album (which is great by-the-way AND you can buy it the night of the show). The Blue Aces will warm up the stage (I love them). Tons (TONS) of giveaways will be going on (cameras, headphones, tshirts, tablets, even fragrances). And well, we might have a few surprises up our sleeves...

We anticipate the party to be so huge we're actually going to move it off of our Rooftop location, on to Center Street on the plaza in front of Nu Skin. The street will be blocked off from University to Second West. That should tell you something, we mean for this to be big.

So please come. Come. Come and help us celebrate this massive success. And let us thank you for being a part of it. It's free. And I will be your host. As always.

What a dream come true.

*Poster designed by David Lesue of Stately Type.

Never been to a Rooftop Concert? Here's what it's all about: