Facebook supplanted my blog

Stupid Facebook.

The problem with me making any sort of permanent move to Facebook is that although it is nice for short updates, it will not one day be easily searchable, or printed into a book of memoirs, or something equally useful. I think I am going to see if there is a simple and automated way to export my Facebook status updates to the blog. This way I can keep making frequent updates that will highlight some of our day-to-day lives (Facebook status updates) that will show up in the same place as some of these more in-depth posts. Hopefully this will provide some more context and perspective to any of our descendants that are looking to learn more about our lives (I know, this is probably a fine example of an exaggerated sense of self-importance, but hey, that’s just how I roll).

Sorry this post wasn’t very funny, but sometimes there has to be some housekeeping done around this place and it isn’t always entertaining. Although I am wearing a maid outfit as I type this, that’s kind of funny.

The little things…

There are a few little things that crack me up about Sariah…

1. Occasionally (like last night on the way home from her Uncle’s birthday party), she will suddenly start looking around with wide eyes and say “Whoa…. whoa… whoa”. This, of course, is done for no apparent reason. I can only theorize that sometimes, late at night, she can see the dead. Particularly dead horses that are running too fast (hence her usage of the term “whoa”). Regardless of why she is “whoa-ing” it’s pretty funny to watch

2. She, like the rest of us, loves food. Unfortunately, she never likes the food we have for her. No, Sariah prefers other people’s food. Particularly the food that other parents bring to help keep their children quiet during church meetings. If you have ever seen a dog run from person to person during a dinner party trying to score little morsels from generous guests, then you’ll have something of an idea of how Sariah operates. It’s shameless and hilarious.

3. When we first taught her to say “Sorry” after misbehaving, Sariah was pretty resistant towards saying it when we asked her to. Sort of a miniature form of rebellion that we expect to see amplify as she grows closer to her teenage years. As for now, instead of saying sorry when she does something wrong, she likes to say sorry to strangers at random times. This she does repeatedly. I’m pretty sure that the people she is apologizing to must be thinking something along the lines of: “That poor child, her parents must beat her so incessantly that now she has some kind of neuroses wherein she apologizes at the drop of a hat.” This is false of course. We would have to beat her 10 times a day for that kind of response. We typically stick to 3 or 4.

A bit of encouragement

Since I haven’t done jack squat around this place lately, I thought I would spruce up the decor and see if that got me moving in writing a new post.

I changed around the header graphic and am pleased to announce that Moore Cowbell is now the proud home of Fire-Breathing Dragons (and such, and such…)

We are really proud of this new development and hope to raid many small villages and decimate peasant populations across the countryside (primarily for the plundering of great riches but also sometimes for sport).

You may think this sounds cruel. The correct answer is: It’s not (for diverse and sundry reasons that I cannot be bothered to list here).

Also, you may be curious as to whether cowbells and fire-breathing dragons can coexist on one website. The correct answer is: Yes.

Also, Sariah is still around, as evidenced by the photos I added to the aforementioned header graphic.

Johnny Be Good

Today Ryan is off rock climbing with the youth from our ward and I am home taking care of Sariah. We have had such a fun morning together and she has been so good, I love it. Now she is down for a nap and I should be cleaning our perpetually dirty house, but instead I am blogging.  I figure the blog asn’t been updated for awhile so I am sort of doing Ryan a favor by adding a new post.  Of course after he sees what I have decided to add, I am sure he will think otherwise.

I present for your viewing pleasure a short film of Ryan show casing his vocal abilities at my dad’s 78th birthday party last year (I know it is a poor quality video, sorry I didn’t take it.)

100 Posts, a milestone

As of this post, this blog now has officially published 100 posts. Now, some of those posts have been good quality stuff. Some have been pretty bad, and some have been total cop-out posts where I just put up something I thought was funny — like a crazy Japanese doggy commercial.

I started this blog to focus specifically on the events of Sariah’s life and so far I think I have missed pointing out a few crucial points in her life.

1. She walks a lot at this point in her life. She runs a little, mostly awkwardly, and she is developing some impressive climbing skillz. Why, just last week I went into the kitchen to get a glass of milk and by the time I returned, she had climbed Mt. Whitney. It’s so crazy!
2. She has an ever expanding vocabulary which includes lots of words that are mostly, and cutely, pronounced incorrectly such as: Memo (Elmo); Wa-wa (Water); Den-du (Thank You); and Algorithm (disenfranchisement)
3. She plays pretty well with other kids. There is occasional violence when particular toys are not distributed in a desirable manner, but as of yet she has not discovered modern weaponry so her fights rarely end in bloodshed and collateral damage has been minimal. Geneva conventions have also been strictly adhered to so we are proud of her ability to abstain from becoming an international war criminal. Fighting extradition is so expensive, after all.
4. She has yet to complain about the state of economy, such is her apparent disdain for materialism.
5. Several of our friends have already betrothed their sons to her. We have this to say regarding the issue: If you like it then you better put a ring on it…

This is also our way of saying that Sariah has a habit of taking what we like to call “dance breaks”. She does it just about anytime she hears anything slightly musical and she only dances in spurts of 3-5 seconds before returning to her original activity, hence the term dance break, and not dance party.

Note: I realize that the music video only featured footage from two video sessions and that the editing was choppy and lame. It was done on a whim and I now have aspirations for making a much more complete and professional looking video. Song recommendations are welcome.

Sariah, Shilav; Shilav, Sariah

Keeping true to her Hebrew namesake, Sariah recently had a photoshoot with Israeli clothing company “Shilav”. Cristina took her to the all-day photoshoot where they took a shilav-load of pictures in lots of different outfits for their upcoming catalog.

Until then, she is being seen by hordes of Hebrew speaking mommies only through the power of the internets

It looks like this (you can click on the photo to follow the link and buy Israeli clothing for your child, don’t eat manischewitz without it!):

Twilight… ugh…

So I don’t mind the existence of the Twilight novels, although I have no intention of reading them. I also don’t mind the making of the Twilight movie, although I have no intention of seeing it because there are lots of other things that have to take priority, like watering the rocks.

Twilight fans are a whole different story. They are much more pervasive than the actual Twilight stuff. They are everywhere and there is no escaping them (mostly because I am married to one of them). 

But now I must contend that Stephanie Meyer, despite being hailed by professional writers as a hack, has discovered some sort of new neurolinguistic programming method (translation: voodoo witchcraft) that induces a subtle hypnosis.

Some of you may think I am overreacting but please, stand back and be amazed (see: disgusted) as I present my “open-and-shut” case:

 Some crazy (and I mean crazy with a  capital “Nutjob”;  Twilight fan decided to make a little tribute to Twilight… a handmade craft, if you will.

Yes that’s right - I present to you, in all it’s glory: Bella’s WOMB!!!!!!

Dear Focus on the Family, please address this threat to our children.

Sincerely, Ryan

Moore Family Photos

Happy New Year, Cristina here…for those of you who look at our links on the sidebar, you will notice we have a new one.  The link is for “Moore Family Photos”.  This is my new project because I feel intimidated by my husbands superior writing skills and feel that people come to this blog to read his funny stories and not my boring posts. So to feel like I am contributing to our family on-line presence, I have started a site where my goal is to post a quick photo and short update about the day. So go and check it out.

My friends are total losers!!!

Well, one of them is anyway…

That’s right – one of my best friends, Blaine Cotter is going to be on the upcoming season of The Biggest Loser (airing January 6th on NBC).

If you want to see his profile video from NBC.com, you can go to his blog:

http://biggestloserblaine.wordpress.com

Feel free to leave words of encouragement, etc..  The competition isn’t over until the live finale a couple months from now so he has to keep losing weight.

Oh, and regarding my delinquent writing habits on the blog… yeah I’ll be fixing that now. You and I have lots to catch up on.

Old and Busted: Sacajawea. New Hotness: Sacajariah.

It’s story time boys and girls. Gather ’round and I’ll tell you the legend of Sacajariah:

A long time ago in a land called Te-shmecula, there lived a young couple named Dryan and Cristinaba. One day the couple decided that they wanted to have a baby. So one night they [edited for content].

Several months later Dryan and Cristinaba announced to their friends and families that they indeed would be having a baby soon. Because this young couple was exceptionally prepared, they had a name already selected for their little girl: Sariah. But before they could name her. Many distant cousins came traveling from their villages far away. “No, no!” they exclaimed. “That name will not fit at all! She should be named Sacajawea!”

The young couple and the distant cousins battled for days and days. The young couple eventually won out and the child was named Sariah. But the cousins gathered together after their loss. They called upon magical powers and they cooked potions in huge pots. They lit fires and danced and shouted magical spells. Finally, after many days and nights, their magical efforts succeeded — but only slightly. Now, one night a year, Sariah changes from a little suburban white girl to…

SACAJ-ARIAH: Indian princess and Mountain Explorer Extraordinaire!