Tuesday, September 27, 2011


Okay, so remember that ipad that Will got a couple months ago? Yeah?  Well, Reese already dropped and cracked it.  Not super surprised.  
BUT my favorite deals site, freebies2deals, is doing a giveaway of an ipad, and I thought I might try and get him a new one while letting you all in on the greatness that is Freebies2deals.
So here's the scoop:
This site updates on a multiple-time-a-day basis to bring you updates on deals, savings opportunities, high-value coupons, shopping advice and, of course, FREEBIES.

for example, I get free samples of cosmetic products all the time, and my most recent favorite was a completely FREE full size shampoo and conditioner from Pantene.  And I wouldn't have gotten it if it weren't for Freebies2deals.  

So there you have it. 
 Friends tell friends about good deals.

Monday, September 26, 2011

Need Your Help

Okay friends, fam, anyone who reads my blog that doesn't think of themselves in either category, I need your help.  I've toyed around with business ideas for a long time, but I think I've finally come up with something that I could see my self actually doing and actually enjoying and actually putting effort into.

Please, please, PLEASE take this survey.  I need to know what other people think before I get myself into something that has no customer base.

Also, I know it's a lot to ask because some people may think it's annoying, but would you please also copy the link to your facebook or other social network feeds?  I really need as many opinions as I can.  Also feel free to leave any comments here after you have taken the survey.

And the link again, in case you missed it the first time:

Monday, September 19, 2011


Reese and I were coloring the other day.  I drew scribble-pictures of her and Liam:

So she decided to draw a scribble-picture of me:

SOOOOOO in love with it!

Sunday, September 11, 2011

My 9/11

Please play the video while you are reading this post.

During the summer of 2001, I was preparing to go with my high school marching band to Hawaii to commemorate the 60th anniversary of Pearl Harbor.  One high school marching band was invited from each state that had a ship named for it in the harbor on Dec 7, 1941.  My Utah school was lucky enough to be chosen.  I was a member of the colorguard.

The USS Utah was one of the first ships to be sunk in the attack.  It had planks on the deck to cushion it against the impact of bombs used during the ship's latest stint as a  mobile practice target.  The Japanese reportedly saw the wood and incorrectly assumed the Utah was actually an aircraft carrier, which would have been the number one targets had the carriers actually been in port that day.  Instead, the Utah was torpedoed and turned upside-down, trapping much of her crew in her hull.  The tapping of the surviving men inside could be heard but, despite rescue efforts, 54 men remain entombed inside her today at the bottom of Pearl Harbor.

As this trip to Hawaii was one of remembrance and not just a vacation, only students who passed the World War II course especially designed for this event could go.  I spent the summer preparing physically for the demands of marching at attention in blistering heat, mentally for reports and papers, and emotionally as I studied the accounts of individuals and events of World War II, particularly the war in the Pacific and especially the attack on Pearl Harbor.

It was during this training that I also made a trip to Ghana with my dad, a doctor who volunteered to help open a small village clinic, perform operations, and share knowledge with doctors in the hospital in Accra.  While on this trip, among poverty and illness, I read a book called "Day of Infamy" which was a compilation of the experiences of many individuals on that horrible day 60 years before.  With these images in my head, I felt internally and externally surrounded by suffering.

Rather than become overwhelmed, my experiences were helping me build respect for life and a deep appreciation for those who risk their life to protect and defend our country.

photo from http://www.911memorial.org/

The morning of September 11, 2001 was a late-start day for my high school.  On these days, students could go to any class that they wanted to get academic help from teachers before classes officially started.  I needed math help, as usual, and walked in to my math class only to see that the television was on.  As I sat down and pulled out my math materials, someone explained that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center.  I couldn't wrap my brain around it.  "Why?" I asked.  "What went wrong?"  Then another fellow student said that he was sure someone had done it on purpose, it wasn't an accident.  I was glued to the TV from that moment on, math forgotten.  I watched in horror as another plane hit the south tower.  I can't remember what the news was saying, only that image.  The plane, the fire, the smoke, the worry for the people.

 I tried to remember looking at those towers in person on a school group trip to New York a few years earlier.  I tried to remember what it was like to be there.  I tried to imagine what it was like there now.

As the first tower came down, I couldn't believe what I was watching.  I'm sure my expression was shocked, because I had tears streaming down my face.  I can't even remember if I saw the towers fall in that math classroom or if by this time I had moved to first period, physics.  My classes were a blur.  But I do remember that I was the only one in my physics class that was literally sobbing out loud.  Jon, who sat next to me, tried putting his arm around me in comfort and told me it was okay.  Of course, it wasn't okay.

After my break down in first period, I couldn't go to my next class. As soon as the bell rang I ran up the two flights of stairs to find my Pearl Harbor Project teacher.  I ran to her in a panic.  "Is this what Pearls Harbor felt like?" I managed to ask between tears and hyperventilation.  She put her hands on my shoulders and asked, "Do you know anyone in New York?"  "Not a soul," I replied.  Then she whispered, more to herself than to me, it seemed, "And it doesn't even matter."  I remember wondering at her astonishment that the plane attacks had so deeply affected me when I didn't even know anyone near there.  She advised me to call my mom and walked me to the phone in the main office.

I spoke with my mother briefly, she had turned the TV on after I had left for school, but determined that I could stay at school the rest of the day.  All my classes were spent watching TV.  When I got to my AP Government class, the last class of the day, a girl was disgusted at the idea that we wanted to keep the TV on.  There hadn't been any more developments since that morning, she reasoned, and they wouldn't really know anything more today, she was sure.  For some reason I felt that this attitude was deeply disrespectful.  I realize now that it may have simply been her way of dealing with this tragedy, but I felt we owed it to our fellow countrymen to stay with them, even if just by watching.  The teacher switched the TV off.

The Columbine Flower
After school was marching band rehearsal.  We had four songs in our show and our colorguard director, Wendy, had been choreographing the final number titled, "American Elegy".   This piece meant a lot to our band, because it was written in remembrance of the shooting at Columbine High School in 1999.  The program notes say:

"An American Elegy is, above all, an expression of hope. It was composed in memory of those who lost their lives at Columbine High School on April 20, 1999, and to honor the survivors. It is offered as a tribute to their great strength and courage in the face of a terrible tragedy. I hope the work can also serve as one reminder of how fragile and precious life is and how intimately connected we all are as human beings...

The work begins at the bottom of the ensemble's register, and ascends gradually to a heartfelt cry of hope. The main theme that follows, stated by the horns, reveals a more lyrical, serene side of the piece. A second theme, based on a simple repeated harmonic pattern, suggests yet another, more poignant mood. These three moods - hope, serenity, and sadness - become intertwined throughout the work, defining its complex expressive character. A four-part canon builds to a climactic quotation of the Columbine Alma Mater. The music recedes, and an offstage trumpeter is heard, suggesting a celestial voice - a heavenly message. The full ensemble returns with a final, exalted statement of the main theme."

A member of the New York Fire Department plays taps at the National September 11 Memorial at the end of a ceremony marking the 10th anniversary of the attacks at the World Trade Center, Sunday, Sept. 11, 2011 in New York. (AP Photo/Mary Altaffer)

Still teary-eyed, I simply remember telling Wendy, "You have to make it beautiful."  

She replied, "I know."

Wednesday, September 7, 2011


In the past few days, little Li-B (that's pronounced lee-bee, though I like the allusion to Star Wars droids that the spelling invokes) has really taken to walking.

Though he's always been good at throwing fits.  His demonstration at the end of this video is just the warm-up.

Eating Corn

Don't ask me why I think my boy gnawing away at corn is so cute.  I just do.  Oh, and that little girl, though not a good eater these days, she's pretty cute, too.

We used to cut the corn off the cob so Liam would be able to eat it.  Little did we know that he could have eaten it, anyway.

Labor Day

We don't often have big plans on minor holidays, so this Labor Day we decided to finally do something worth remembering.

It started with the usual Faber-family bowling trip.
Reese had a fabulous time and, I think, scored higher than Will the first game. Or at least was ahead of him at some point.

Liam got handed around as everyone took their turn.

But, as usual, Kenzie somehow pulled out her little-kids-love-me magic and Li preferred her even to me.

Next we made a trip to Thanksgiving Point's Farmland

Despite all the real animals, Reese kept wanting pictures with the fake ones.

On the wagon ride.

Once again Reese loves the pony ride.  She wanted to ride the biggest horse they had.

Liam Did, too.

Unfortunately, Reese was second in line and the kid in front of her also wanted the biggest horse.  While she was losing that battle, the second biggest horse was also taken, and she ended up on a middle-sized pony.  Oh well, she still had fun.  Liam sat by wishing he was big enough for a turn.

Li had to be literally pried off of the cages because he wanted to touch and stare at the animals.  He had little fits as we pulled him away from one, only to attach to the cage of the next animal.  Oh, and he also tried to imitate the rooster and ended up screaming.

Three Years

Okay, so after the Birthday Party post I forgot to post the actual Birthday post of Reese on the 28th.  So here is the make- up:

Reese was three years old on August 28.  Here are some things about her:

LOVES Disney Cinderella . Favorite stuffed animal: horse, who's name is "Horsey" . loves to practice writing letters and coloring pictures . chooses Coco Puffs every morning for breakfast, despite an array of breakfast choices . moved from Logan to Salt Lake . hates swimming lessons (I make her go, anyway) . loves books . loves TV . Usually super sweet to her little brother, except when she's pushing or grabbing from him . listens and learns super quick . began potty training four times over the past year, is finally getting the hang of it . likes going to the library . loves errands and field trips, asks every day "where we going today?" . creative . sings . sweet voice .  always losing toys . calm and controlled personality . says her favorite things are "pink, purple, blue, horses and cats" .

Toilet Training

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