Thursday, October 9, 2008

Halloweentime at Disney!

Disneyland, baby! Heck yeah!



This is my very dear friend Kristie and her two kids, Devin and Analise. She, and Denise Pedroza and her son A.J. (they couldn't come this time) make up what I have dubbed, "The Unofficial Disneyland Mommies Club", or T.U.D.M.C. Tudmac. We all have passes, and used to go at least once a month, usually twice, sometimes thrice. After a long dry spell in which both Denise and I had babies, we are all no longer preggo, and Tudmac is back! Anyway, the following pics are of Kristy and our kids. She is so awesome. Our friendship sort of crept up on us. We met when William and Angel were driving me to Utah to go live there. She and Adam were also making the trip and we met at that gas station when I was 18. Needless to say, I did not stay in Utah, or these pictures would not be here. Anyway, over the course of the next 7 years, we kept on hanging out through church callings, and moments of inspiration where we'd think to do stuff together, and now we talk on the phone nearly every single day (for at least an hour) She was at my wedding (where she wore the same dress as my mom, haha, Kristie will hate that I put that) and now we have five kids between us! I once delivered cupcakes to Kristie on her birthday, and then was brutally verbally attacked by her antimormon neighbor while Kristie watched, horrified, from her deck. Once, we were in the temple, and the lady in front of us had a giant spider crawling all over her! In vain, Kristie and I sought to brush that spider off, but as we later discovered, sitting behind her, we had failed in our attempt. We have commiserated on illnesses, food storage, potty training, and tantrums. We have shared thanksgivings, and baby blessings.
Kristie is the best mom I know. She is so much fun, so happy, and always there for me. And she is so faithful, and has such a strong testimony, she really inspires me.
Anyway, to reiterate,
TUDMAC IS BACK!




Too cool for school, baby.


THE ADORABLE MOODS OF INSANELY CUTE DEVIN
...happy...no....joyful...

...silly....



...contemplative.


Disneyland has underestimated one of their most popular attractions. They are unobtrusive, unadvertised, and to every child on the planet, irresistible. The guardrails in every line. See the few pics below, and trust me, they are only three guardrail adventures of about, oh, a hundred.

Climbing on the decorations guardrails....

...climbing on the tortilla factory guardrails...

........"Stop climbing on the guardrails!!!"

stop climbing on the guardrails? Yeah right.

Kurt and Analise, (straight from his mouth, folks) "the best girl on Earth"

For anyone who has ever or never been on the DCA Ferris wheel, it's vomit inducing fun!

"Kurt's the rootinest, tootinest, cowboy in the wiiiiiiiiild west!"


Happy Halloween!

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Random things that I find gross

My husband thinks I am weird for certain aversions I have. I will share them with you, and see if you agree with him, or me.

1. Chicken Soup smells like pee to me. I cant stand eating it for that reason.

2. When I eat cashews, its like breathing in the air inside my tires.

3. Polish Sausages at Costco smell like people's sweaty armpits. Although, they are delicious. So I just breath through my mouth when I eat them.

4. Any old food. Explanation-there is a silent, unknown expiration date on every food item in my fridge known only to me. One day, a food will be fine, the next day, I can't eat it. For whatever reason, despite looking, tasting, and smelling the same, inexplicably it has become old, and I cannot put it into my stomach. This includes milk, and sometimes even before the expiration date.

5. Hair.
I cannot stand hair. My husband cannot stand feet AT ALL, and I cannot stand hair. Ok, ok, over time, I have learned the art of tousling all my boys' hair, but that's it, baby! Here's where my aversion got me. In primary, when you are a teacher, little girls just love to come sit on your lap! I love that, since I do not have a little girl. I do not love the tradition in primary where a little girl comes to sit on your lap and you have to play with their hair. All the other sisters and children would look at me incredulously as my lazy arms would stay firmly wrapped around said little girl's waist. But I shun all hair. Cat hair, Dog hair, people hair, dirty hair or clean hair, I don't know why, but HAIR IS GROSS!

6. Spiders. Well, duh, right? I mean, there are supposedly mythical people out there that like spiders, but we all know that's just an urban legend.

7. Other kids' diapers. I am a seasoned poop veteran, but for whatever reason, children that do not share my dna? Yak city.

8. Root beer.
Apparently, I am a traitor to the American Culture, but what can I say?

9. Licorice
See above

10. The Spit Pit.
In High school, people used to share sodas, right? I mean, it was common for 4 or 5 people to swig from the same bottle. Anyway, the disgustingness of this was explained away many times through this excuse. It's not really gross to share your soda with several other people because, as we all know, the spit from all these people settles at the bottom of the soda. Thus, the name, the spit pit. So, as long as you avoided the last two or three inches of the soda/water/juice (which would basically be not beverage, but all spit) you would be ok. As I grew older, I learned two things. First, that you shouldn't really share your drink with other people, and two, that the "spit pit" probably did not exist.
However.
To this day, I still cannot drink, The Spit Pit.

Alright, if anyone would like to comment, and tell me what weird things you find gross, that would be awesome. Together, we will be a paranoid nation.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Photo Tag!


So, I have been tagged by Jill to post the fourth pic from the fourth file on my computer. Ok, Jill, I have no idea what that means. How do you count the files? So, I opened the fourth file in my pictures, and I only had three, so this is the THIRD pic in my fourth file on my computer!
This is the picture I took of my niece Sara in the hospital the day she was born. I just love it because she is holding her mom, my sister in law Misty's hand. See how identical their fingernails are? On of my favorite photos I have ever taken.
Ok, I now tag Liz to interpret what the fourth pic in the fourth file means, and then post the photo. TAG LIZ, YOU ARE IT!

Saturday, September 20, 2008

My Big, Fat, Fantastic Family (we're not really fat, though)

The following pics are of my amazing and wonderful family. The only person I am missing is Mark, but he will be on here eventually. So, introducing....US!!!
Our exquisite family of girls. The MacKay girls. Well, 4 MacKay girls, and one White and one Segalla. But it is us. My family is forever.

This is my mom. I love my mom so very, very much. My mom is ambidextrous. Since she uses both sides of her brain, she can do anything and everything. She writes with both hands, she knits like a machine, she sews better clothes than anything you can find in the store, she crochets, she paints the most magnificent, amazing paintings, she bakes the most delicious things. She is a genius, and can do crazy math, and read diagrams, and has her own company involving a medical machine she invented. She plays the violin, and does her own home repairs, changes her own oil in her car, maintains an amazing vegetable garden, and like all of us girls, reads, reads, reads, reads, READS. Her dream in life is to have her own plane. She is planning on taking her first lessons in the next couple of months. My mom taught me to love the temple. She taught me to love the gospel. She taught me to never give up, never stop smiling, never fail to be cheerful. Avoid contention, do what is right, love others more than yourself, pray always. These are all her lessons by example. She adores her grandchildren. She talks to me and my sisters on the phone almost every day. She drops everything to help us, laughs at our jokes, helps us through the hard times. She made my wedding dress, and half the other things in my house. She has taught me every hobby I know, and helped me with every harebrained craft project I have come up with. She cemented in my mind the powerful and beautiful lesson of pure, unfiltered, forgiving love. I love my mom with every cell in my body. God does love me to bless me with such a mom.

This is my sister Shannon. I don't have a closer pic of her right now because she wasn't feeling very good that day and I didn't want to shove an annoying camera in her face. This is her with Cleve. Her and Cleve connect on a deep level. Here they are planting flowers and having a blast.
Shannon is the elder, elderest sister of us five. She took care of us a lot when we were growing up. She is magnificently good at every single thing she does. She could be a lumberjack, a ballerina, an opera singer, or an astronaut and she would be the best at it. She lives and works in Seattle. She is such an amazing writer. She has the vast majority of wit that is upon this Earth. She, like all of us, LOVES to read. She introduced me to Sinead O'Connor, and loves all other music. She will go into a music store and buy tons of music she has never heard before. She makes us totally rockin' cds of previously unknown but then beloved songs. She especially loves Tori Amos and Tom Waits. She plays soccer, and is really, really good. When she was in High School, she acted in lots of plays like Little Women, and Shakespeare. She has had the same best friend since High School (Angel, previously featured) She also played Dungeons and Dragons, and Magic, with those little Magic Cards. She is in a knitting club, and loves to watch movies. I talk almost every week for hours on the phone with Shannon. She laughs at my lame jokes. She encourages me, and helps me, and counsels me, and mothers me, and loves me, and cries with me, and is always, always, always there for me. I am so unbelievably grateful for my beloved Shannon.


This is my sister Jessica. There are so many great things about Jessica it's hard to try to even list them.
Jessica is a dancer. She dances even when she isn't dancing. She is almost always smiling. She laughs, and laughs, and is so upbeat and goofy, and loyal, shes that friend you don't ever want to lose. She is crazy in love with her man, Mark. (We are too, she just gets him all the time.) She also loves to sing, and paint, and do fun and silly poses. She never gets annoyed when I take her picture. We used to fight all the time over stealing each other's clothes. Well, the truth is she never took my dorky lame clothes, I just took her super cool, sophisticated clothes. In High School she was the leader of the Drill Team, and had an awesome Adidas Jacket. She once loved unicorns, was infamous for burning the rice, and hated mushrooms. She goes to school at UCLA. Jessica always puts you in a good mood, she is so happy, and full of joy that she flings on you like a blanket over your head. She coats you with happiness like sunscreen at the beach. Her favorite colors are black and red.
I love, love, love my sister Jessica.


Jessica and I with our shadows (can you tell what I am doing?)



This is my sister Elise. She is 23, and her birthday is the day after mine. She is the last original free spirit. She loves everyone in the world, no matter what. She is Mother Thelisea. Got that? She has been to Russia, Alaska, lived in Seattle, and been to numerous other places. She has had a million cool jobs, including working at a weird hotel, a framing shop, subway, a nursery, a glassblowing shop, and is currently employed at Good Earth (Green Earth?) a really cool health food store. She loves agreeing with you by saying "WORD." She wants to be a glassblower. She has the best of two worlds. When her hair is not in awesome dreds, it is the most gorgeous entity of golden, thick, silky curls that has ever grown on an earthen head. She is the only MacKay girl with dimples. She too loves Flogging Mary and Cats. She LOVES cats. I have lots of memories about Elise. She once wore a blue green gigantic sweater every day for months, and I couldn't wait for it to die a cotton death, but now I miss it. She once got the Rachel haircut. She also once burst into my room shrieking with excitement when MMMBop by Hanson came on the radio. Once, we called the radio station and she requested Stand By me, and when they asked her who she wanted to dedicate the song to, she said, "To myself." One of the reasons I love Elise is because we think the exact same things are funny, and no one will laugh at them like we do. I will never forget how hard we laughed at The Emperor's New Groove together. I miss my Elise.

This is my sister Kathryn. She is 18, and going to school at Utah State University. She is the smartest 18 year old girl in the world! (ok, shes smarter than me, i admit it) You CANNOT beat her at Scrabble. She is the epitome of dry wit that cracks you up. She helps me out so much when I'm around her i wish i had the money to hire her as my nanny. As the baby of the family, she has always been babied, but you won't catch her complaining. Especially since its just made her sweeter. She loves fantasy novels, and cats. When it comes to secrets, she is like Fort Knox, I'm serious. She recently discovered Country Music, but I don't think she will ever like it more than her beloved Flogging Mary band. Reading is more important to Kathryn than breathing. Again, serious. She plays the piano so amazingly, I am so jealous, although she as yet still refuses to learn "That old Time Rock and Roll" for me. I have begged. But no, she loves to play the easy classics, like Rachmaninoff. I adore her, and miss her the second, the millisecond i am no longer in her presence. I hope when we get old and our husbands die we can live together like on The Golden Girls.

This infamous man is my Uncle Jim. He is very, very cool. There is a reason he is on my people who make me laugh list. Cool facts about my Uncle Jim. Despite having a pretty mundane job by day, he is addicted to the XBox at night. He also collects martini glasses. When my sisters and I were little, we WORSHIPPED him. He once took us rollerblading at the beach at 10 p.m. He was always good for trips to Chuck E. Cheese, and he gave us girls our first ever gaming system, the Nintendo NES, complete with Super Mario Brothers. Any wonder we love him so much? His birthday is on Halloween. He has the coolest, COOLEST, sense of humor. He discovered Mystery Science Theater 3000 before anyone else. He comes up with amazing questions to discuss at parties, but he is also the silliest person to play that ukulele. That waifish looking beauty standing behind him is my Aunt Kim, his wife. She is equally cool. She fixed my makeup at my wedding reception. She gives the coolest presents. She is the most amazing Investment Banker ever (want to make a million dollars from like, 50? Call her) She has 8,500 music cds!!!!! I'm not kidding. She tells hilarious stories. I love my Uncle and Aunt!

See that big light blob in the middle of the photo? That is flare. BAD flare. This is when it DOESN'T make a pic look cool. Oh well.
Anyway, left to right in the back, Sister Kathryn, Uncle Jim, Aunt Kim, Grandpa Doane, Sister Shannon, Me.
Front, left to right, Sister Elise, Grandma, Sister Jessica, and Dad.
A really cool family.

My sister Shannon's birthday party


Katie Rose with all the faerie drapings

Our Family Faerie Feast Frippery and Flatware (kind of)

Welcome to faerie land!!! (As written on the magic Faerie Banner)

Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you........

...Happy Birthday dear Shannon..Happy Birthday to yoooooouuuuuu!!......

...And Scooby Doooo...on Channel Two......

Let him eat cake!

My lanterns in all their lit glory at the end of the night before all the shrubbery and insects fell off. Glue Guns don't work on glass. It was such a great party for so many reasons. Fun, fantasy, family. It definitely got a Big Fat F!!! Hardy har har. Lest anyone forget this fact,
I LOVE MY FAMILY SO MUCH!!

Kyle has his liscenses!




Clouds and Flare, with flair

So, I am so far from being any kind of a good photographer that it is not even funny, but i still love it anyway. It helps to have a cool brother named Mark who really is a good photographer who I can steal skills from. He dropped a couple hints about light, and I started experimenting. See, light is my favorite aspect of any beautiful photograph. Just like my philosophy that it is better to have a n ugly outfit with great hair than a great outfit with ugly hair, so is my philosophy on photography. It is better to have a so-so subject with incredible light, then an awesome subject with poor, horrendous light. Please to enjoy the following experimental photographs where I was messing around with Mark's suggestions on how to use flare to make a photo look cool. Also please ignore the wires and RV in the photos of the clouds. Soon I will aspire to my roof. Until then, this short person has to use the horizon she is given, cruddy RVs, and trees, and light poles and all. By the way, Isn't this tree beautiful outlined so perfectly against the golden sky? I wish I could have photographed it better. In real life it was breathtaking.



Cute Boys




Look at my boy's eyes! They are truly the windows to his sweet, sweet soul.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

MY GREAT BUSINESS IDEA #1

Hello all,
Being a stay at home mom is the best thing in the world! One of the side effects though, is that you are always thinking about how you can make a"little money on the side." Beyond the obvious ventures of selling makeup, candles, Tupperware, or bizarre kitchen utensils, I periodically come up with really awesome business ideas! ,These will probably never really come to fruition because in California, there are very few businesses that are not duplicated 350 other times across the state. We hope to one day move somewhere where there are four seasons, so when that happens, I will do all of these business ideas and become so rich my husband can stay home too. Until then, I will have to be content with sharing them with you.

Idea #1.
WRAPPER-HEROES
Wouldn't it be cool, when Christmas comes around and you have mountains of presents, but no time to wrap them, to have some van filled with cheerful people come to your house and wrap all your presents in one go? All your presents would be wrapped gorgeously in one afternoon. Whenst this idea came to me, I promised myself I would someday do this very inexpensively for other poor, wearied mothers such as myself. I would be like, the super hero of Christmas! When I started thinking of the name of this venture, the name came to me instantly. I would drive around in my van emblazoned with THE WRAPMOBILE. And what would my alter Christmas hero ego and my faithful assistant be?
Why, Wrapman and Ribbon, of course!
Wrapman and Ribbon in the Wrapmobile, coming soon to a city near you, folks!
BAM!