I Need Addresses People

Hey guys. So I'm in Boise right now and I don't have anyone's addresses with me to send Christmas cards! Lame, I know. So this is me asking you guys to email me your addresses or leave me a comment on here with them. My email is basegoose@yahoo.com. Thanks and sorry for this mass style message. I have plenty of Christmas cards too, so don't be shy!

I'll Be Home For Christmas

Jay and I leave the day after tomorrow (on Thursday) for Boise and will be there until almost New Years! Joe will come later. I'm really excited to get ready for Christmas at my parents' house... especially for Jay to help decorate the tree just like I did growing up, and play in the snow. Jay LOVES snow. Me... not so much. (In case you haven't ever read one of my death to winter posts, I'll just say that I don't appreciate winter much. It's beautiful but mostly unbearable.) The weather will be an adjustment. Today, in St George, I had the AC on in my car! I love Christmas in Boise though, so I'll sacrifice. I am most excited about waking Jay up before it's light, and letting him run down the hall to a brightly lit tree with presents underneath. Jay will actually get to open presents FOUR times this year... Christmas Eve with my brother Eric and family, early Christmas morning with just my parents, later Christmas morning opening stockings with Joe's family, and later that afternoon at Joe's Grandparents' house. What a lucky kid!

Anyhow, in case I don't blog the whole time I'm in Boise... MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Sad Day

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The closest I have ever come to crying while watching a football game.

Happy Birthday Joe

Yesterday, Joe turned 27! This is pretty much the ONLY picture I have of this momentous occasion: Doesn't he look happy? This year Joe's grandpa came to St. George to celebrate their double birthday... 112 candles and nearly half of them were burned down to the frosting by the time they were lit and blown out.

Now, this is usually the part of his birthday post where I express my love for Joe. But this year I have received explicit instructions from Joe about how this expression of love should be formatted. (Some background: Last month, Joe's little sister posted a list of 24 things she loves about her husband for his 24th birthday. By the way, when Joe saw this list his exact response was "Gross." Lo and behold, every time I've been on the computer in the last 24 hours, Joe has asked me if I was busy writing 27 things that I love about him. I thought he was kidding until today when he told me that I couldn't post about his birthday without that list. Thanks Janelle!)

So here are 27 things I love about Joe:

#1. His subtlety.
#2. He's sooooo handsome.
#3. He's a man.
#4. He's the man.
#5. He's my man.
#6. He does the dishes a lot.
#7. He hates being late... we always are anyway, but he hates it.
#8. He can't grow facial hair. (LOVE THIS!)
#9. He writes songs about absolutely everything and keeps Jay very entertained.
#10. He loves college football.
#11. He loves Boise State.
#12. He adores his family.
#13. He adores me.
#14. He's the best dad ever. (also the loudest)
#15. He opens jars when the lids are on too tight. (He's also the one who screws them on too tight in the first place.)
#16. He drives a truck.
#17. He's a dog person... I don't like dogs but dog people are nice.
#18. He loves to travel.
#19. He loves to help others.
#20. He's a hard worker.
#21. He'll eat anything... and compliment me on it.
#22. He likes the Disney channel.
#23. He knows about musicals.
#24. He is a worthy priesthood holder.
#25. He supports my dreams.
#26. He's a loyal friend.
#27. He's my best friend.

The end. There are more Joe, but you're only 27. I'll save the next list til you're 100. You'll be so impressed then. Love you!

Dear Jay,

Never grow up.

Ever. Love, Mom

So Late... Sorry.

Here's my cutehead on Halloween. You can't tell in these pictures but he had a blast. We went to our ward's trunk or treat and we let him pick whatever candy he wanted from people. Unfortunately, not many people brought dairy-free candy so Jay ended the night with a bucket full of chocolate and about 5 pieces of candy he could actually eat! That's okay because we had a plan: we traded it all out with stuff we had bought for him when he wasn't looking. He had no clue.

It was so fun. As a mom it was nice to see that this holiday wasn't ruined because of his allergies. He's such a special boy.

How Do You Solve A Problem Like Maria?

Here's our little nun...And here's his face when we told him he looked like a girl...

So we took the pj's off his head.

That's better.

And funny apparently.

One Year Older And A Fever Too

Well, I turned 26 this week. (That's 1 in woman years since I officially became a woman last year.) Sadly, the night before my birthday (Monday), my throat started throbbing. Then Jay got sick in the middle of the night and didn't sleep at all. Joe was so nice and stayed up with him because I had school on my birthday. By the time I woke up, my whole body hurt. I walked out in the living room to find both of my boys crashed out on the couch. Joe had a fun day planned for me but we couldn't do any of it because Jay and I were so sick. And to top it all off I couldn't even skip school because I had to take a midterm. By the end of the day, my throat hurt so bad that I ended up taking some "strong pain killers" (a.k.a. leftover Hydrocodone from last year's bout of Strep) and I pretty much passed out on the couch for the rest of the night.

I wouldn't say it was a horrible birthday though. It was just weird. But it did make me appreciate my husband. He was more upset than I was that we couldn't go out for my birthday, which was cute, and he took care of Jay all day for me. And for a few days after that. He also bought me some BEAUTIFUL orange flowers to make me feel better. (Which I was too sick to take a picture of and now they are dead. Sorry.)

So that's it. I'm older, a bit wiser, and still pretty sick. "Happy Birthday to me."

(That last part was intentionally sarcastic. Not because I feel sorry for myself but because it's a joke between Joe and I. We have this extremely unhealthy belief that you are supposed to get whatever you want on your birthday. When that doesn't happen, and it never does, you are allowed to look down and mumble, "Happy Birthday to me." That is the cue for your spouse to give in and get you what you want, like the last slice of cake, the tv program you want to watch, a midnight run to Dairy Queen, etc. If the thing you want is out of your spouse's control, it still serves to make you both laugh. 99% of the time it makes you feel better.)

"Because I'm Asian, For Heaven's Sake!"

Being married to Joe, I have learned a lot of important things about Japanese culture. (He's one quarter Japanese.) First, and most importantly, I have learned that there is a big difference between normal, long grain rice and sticky rice. (Oh and making Minute Rice is a crime against humanity.) Anyhow, shortly after marrying Joe, I bought a big bag of normal "American" rice and was quickly set straight for doing so. Joe prefers sticky rice because... and I quote... "I'm Asian, for heaven's sake!"

Needless to say, I still have that bag of "normal" rice. Today, I found a very good use for it though. I gave it to Jay. Not to eat, mind you. He's an eighth Japanese, and I didn't want to get chewed out again. I made him a sand box out of it. We brought out all of his littlest toys to bury and dig up.

He's still in the kitchen playing with it as we speak...uh, as I write.

In other news, it's bath day.

Jay only gets a few of those a week because of his eczema. He gets very excited.

What a ham.

I Can Admit It

I sometimes get emotional in bookstores.

There. I said it.

Today, I went to Deseret Book. There is just something about that place that makes me feel like a kid in a candy store--an overpriced candy store, but that's a different story. I walked down every isle, some twice, staring at the crisp, yummy smelling books. Sometimes I imagine that one of those books is mine... my contribution to society. I picture my name at the bottom of the front cover in that bumpy, embossed way that sticks out from the dust jacket. Stacy M. Brady. Or maybe S.M. Brady. That must feel super cool to walk past a display of books and see your name.

It's secretly a very real wish of mine to become an author. I think it's supposed to happen too, because I have these characters living inside my head. (I should never blog at night because I sound like a schizophrenic. Pa!) I'm serious though. (But don't worry... they don't talk to me or anything.) I daydream about it constantly. It's just like what Sister Mary Clarence told Lauren Hill's character in Sister Act II:

"If when you wake up in the mornin' and you can't think of anything but singin' first... then you're supposed to be a singer. Girl."

I hear ya Sister! Anyhow, there's really no point to this post. I came home, told my husband that I almost cried again at a bookstore (luckily this time a concerned salesperson didn't look at me like I was crazy and ask if I needed any "assistance"... but Joe did), and now I'm blogging, hoping to feel some form of validation. The End.

Attention: Music People

That means you Amy, Jen, Teann, Marie, Rachel, Abrie, Julie, Janelle, Laura, and anyone else that likes music.

I need help. I'm singing in Sacrament Meeting in two weeks and I need a good song to sing. I feel like I always sing the same ones. (Window to His Love, For Our Day, Never a Better Hero...) Any ideas would be appreciated. I'm a second soprano... anything above a high "e" is entering dangerous waters. I don't have a suggested topic so it could be anything. Oh and I could find another female to sing with me if it was a duet. Please help. Thanks.

Tour De Dixie

My parents left yesterday. It was pretty sad to see them go because this week was so much fun. We drove all over the place.

Wednesday, we ignored the weatherman and went to Zion's National Park: It was a bit cold and cloudy. But it was still beautiful. Dad helped watch Jay so that Mom and I could snap tons of pictures. (I'll spare you most of those.)

Friday, we tried yet again to go to Cedar Breaks... and we made it!

As you can tell, there was still snow on the ground. It was chilly.

Cedar Breaks happens to be right on the road to Bryce Canyon. So that's where we went next. On the way, we saw these huge patches of lava rock with aspens growing all around it. The bright fall colors on the black rock were so pretty.

Just before you get to Bryce, you pass a place called Red Canyon.

You get to drive through cool red arches too.

But even with all of the beauty we saw along the way, nothing really can compare to Bryce Canyon.

It's massive.

And breathtaking.

I love Southern Utah soooo much.

I think Jay does too.

I hope I have convinced you all to move down here and hang out with me.... or at least come visit.

Red Rocks, Fall Colors, and Snow Storms

My parents are in town so we decided to go exploring today. We drove North to Kolob Canyon. It was overcast but it made all the colors rich and deep.

I love red rocks!

Then we headed to Cedar Breaks and realized that even though it's still Summer in St. George, it's Fall everywhere else.

I love Fall!

Then we got to Cedar Breaks and didn't even get to look at it because we hit a snow storm.

No love for the slushy, snowy, shivering cold.

It almost felt like we experienced Summer, Fall, and Winter all in the same day! I hope this means Spring is coming.

Jay's Occupations

Jay has been looking into several fields for his future career. Possibly the most promising has been his recent interest in dentistry:

Joe's tooth was hurting him a few weeks ago and Jay took wonderful care of him. Jay told him to open wide. And when that wasn't wide enough, Jay helped him open wider. He took a close look at Joe's teeth.

And then a closer look:

He felt around a bit...

...found the problem tooth...

...and tried to pull it out. He even gave Joe a foot massage afterword for being such a good sport. (Reflexology perhaps?)

Joe said it was very relaxing and Jay thinks Grandpa Brady should consider giving foot massages at his office.

Jay has also explored culinary arts so he can be like his Aunt Traci. He loves tasting his food,

..and mixing.

But mostly tasting. If these career paths don't work out though, he is sure to have a job in construction. He loves to build temples. All day long. Everyday. Here's a sample of his work:

When you ask him what he's doing, he'll tell you, "I building a temple mommy."
What a spiritual kid, huh? We're so proud.