Sunday, July 17, 2011

Bakerella

My sister Kaity is interning with the City and helps organize the events/recreation. They had a big extravaganza for the 4th, and one of the activities was a bake contest.
I entered a couple different treats to support her. First up were my delicious Malted White Chocolate Kit Kat Cookies. The cookie dough itself has cream cheese and chocolate malt powder, and it is rich and sweet. Then you mix in white chocolate chips, semisweet chips, and pieces of chopped up WHITE Kit Kat bars. The result looks like this

Next up, I made Carmelitas. Mmm they are so good. They have an oat and brown sugar crust on top and bottom, and sandwiched in the middle is an entire jar of caramel sauce, a few chocolate chips, and chopped nuts.


Here I am proudly showing off my creations


Kaity went and snuck a peek at the voting sheet for me to give me an update on the standings. She said my Carmelitas were in first place and my cookies were tied for third! I was totally excited. Then they called everyone over for the announcement of the winners.
I was sitting there just waiting for my name to be called... Third place was announced. Wasn't me. Second place. still wasn't me.  Finally the time came for the grand prize (I was preparing myself to stand...) and NOPE it wasn't me! Can you say ripped off?!? Haha! Kaity says they must've not wanted me to win because I'm her sister and it would looked rigged. Oh well. At least we know who had the most votes. LOL

Oh and want to see what Em did during all this?

Ran around like a crazy man


Rode around on the golf cart (don't worry, we didnt drive with him back there)


and my personal favorite... had a ball with all the balloons

So despite not being recognized for my culinary skills, we still enjoyed ourselves! Next time right?

Thursday, July 14, 2011

The Book Thief


Of all the hundreds of books I've read, very few are able to really just take my emotions, grab them in their hands, and use them at their will. This book was one of them.

At times I felt complete despair; yet there were others I felt so full of love, pride and happiness, my heart wanted to burst. There were times my eyes were welled full of tears and I didn't know how I could bring myself to keep turning the pages. Times that I was so thorougly captivated by the prose, I was on the very edge of my seat and literally felt like I was down inside the bomb shelter hearing the sirens wailing. There were many times where I was up til the silent hours of the night reading in bed with my booklight. And most of all, times where I would close the book for the night, stare at my husband and baby sleeping so peacefully, then give them big kisses and hold them with all my might.

Because I do not think the summary on the back does the book justice (or even touches the surface of the book's story) I am going to attempt to give a quick synopsis in my own words (don't worry, no spoilers).

The book is narrated from the perspective of death, who is weary and exhausted from being overworked during the WWII years. As he travels down to earth to collect souls, occassionally a certain person or story would strike his attention. In this scenario it was Liesel Meminger, a 13 year old girl who is dropped off to live with foster parents in Molching, Germany. It is from a third person view of her life that we watch Hitler rise to power, Nazi Germany in full force, a Jew hidden in the basement, the air raids of WWII, and friendship, love, life, death, sorrow and happiness. We witness Liesel (who does not know how to read at the beginning of the book) realize the power of words and that they are Hitler's means of fighting the war. We watch her use words to defy him, fight back, and save people rather than wound them. Amidst all of this, we watch her grow, find courage, and develop touching relationships.

This subject is one that's hard for me in the first place. It is so extremely difficult for me to comprehend people so out of touch with the spirit, that fellow human life meant nothing to them. It shatters my heart that any person could look at another (regardless of race, color, religion) and feel not an ounce of remorse in destroying them, their families, their relationships. I think it sums it up well when death says, "I am haunted by humans." I love the irony in his statement. We are all so fearful of death, yet what humanity is capable of is terrifying. While death haunts our thoughts and sleep, humans haunt his.

The truly great thing about this book, is that it's able to take such a dark period of history and show the beauty that existed within it. The incredible love, courage, and sacrifice that often gets overshadowed in the textbooks. The people whose hearts were so big, their love was able to overcome the fear and they would sacrifice everything for the sake of it.

If you haven't read this book yet, I would highly recommend to go do it. It will take you on a roller coaster ride and make you question which character you would have been.

I just found this *fanmade* trailer online. Doesn't watching it just send chills down your spine? I had to click play again as soon as it ended the first time. Note it is not the actual movie, because they havent started production on it (it is clips from other movies), but it gives you an idea of the story's intensity. I am actually a little dissappointed it is being turned into a movie, just because there is so much depth that film won't be able to capture. Still excited to see it come to life though.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Up up and away

So I just found out from a friends blog that they are building a replica of the house from Up in Herriman, UT! It's going to be added to the Parade of Homes this year (which I was already wanting to check out, but even more so now!)
 Apparently a few brothers that build custom homes had the idea and got special permission from Disney itself.  They made a few changes to make the house modern and livable enough, but basically kept it as true to the movie as possible. There is even the mural of Paradise Falls above the fireplace, and the the one that Ellie painted in the nursery! And of course the Carl & Ellie mailbox.





The house will be for sale and is going to be 399,000. It is a 2800 sq ft, 4 bedroom home. All they need now is to throw in Dug!

You can read more details about it here and here if you'd like.

How fun! I'd love to go see it! Probably another thing I'd have to blackmail Jared into doing with me... haha. Any of you out there want to go with and save me the hassle?

Sunday, July 3, 2011

I am the Flag

Today in church a guy bore his testimony and shared a poem that is read at special events of honor in the military. It reminded me how strongly the spirit is connected with our country and its history. My eyes couldn't help but fill up with tears when he read this poem, especially because it was read with so much emotion and personal experience. A quiet reverance took over the room as he shared these special words. I thought I would share it with all of you in honor of this special day to celebrate our amazing country and freedom.

                                                                         ~ I AM THE FLAG ~

I am the flag of the United States of America.
My name is Old Glory.
I fly atop the world's tallest buildings.
I stand watch in America's halls of justice.
I fly majestically over institutions of learning.
I stand guard with power in the world.
Look up and see me. 
I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice.
I stand for freedom.
I am confident.
I am arrogant.
I am proud. 
When I am flown with my fellow banners,
My head is a little higher,
My colors a little truer. 
I bow to no one!
I am recognized all over the world.
I am worshipped.
I am saluted.
I am loved.
I am revered.
I am respected.
And I am feared. 
I have fought in every battle of every war for more then 200 years.
I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg, Shiloh and Appamatox.
I was there at San Juan Hill, the trenches of France,
in the Argonne Forest,Anzio, Rome and the beaches of Normandy.
Guam, Okinawa, Korea and KheSan, Saigon, Vietnam know me.
I was there.
I led my troops,
I was dirty, battleworn and tired,
But my soldiers cheered me and I was proud.
I have been burned, torn and trampled on in the streets of countries I have helped set free.
It does not hurt for I am invincible.
I have been soiled upon, burned,
torn and trampled in the streets of my country.
And when it's done by those whom I've served in battle - it hurts.
But I shall overcome - for I am strong. 
I have slipped the bonds of Earth
and stood watch over the uncharted frontiers of space
from my vantage point on the moon.
I have borne silent witness to all of America's finest hours. 
But my finest hours are yet to come.
When I am torn into strips and used as bandages for my wounded comrades on the battlefield,
When I am flown at half-mast to honor my soldier,
Or when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving parent at the grave of their fallen son or daughter,
I am proud. 



I am so grateful to have been blessed enough to be born in this country with all the rights, privileges, and freedoms we enjoy. I have incredible respect and gratitude for the brave, valiant people in the military who sacrifice so much to defend its glory.