Token Thankfulness.

Over the past two days FedEx has shown up with seven seperate boxes with three different laptops, a printer, some software, some other techy thing and the thing I write to you from tonight.

The HP TouchSmart.

25.5″ of Hi-Def touchscreen touchyness.

Or better known around this house as the thing that may lead all of us to commit insurance fraud.

Want to feel like a super big high tech badass? Get a TouchScreen computer bigger than most windshields. If you’re not reenacting scenes from “My Own Worst Enemy” or “Minority Report” within moments then you’re not fully relishing the possibilities.

I’m a lucky kid.

To be able to participate in this giveaway (and no, I don’t get to keep a darn bit of it.)

To have a warm house with an unnaturally comfortable bed (have I ever told you about my bed? It’s better than sleeping in gently swaying cloud coated in velvet.)

To have a family to eat a classic Thanksgiving meal with.

To have the means to even have a classic Thanksgiving meal.

To have a wicked smart kid.

To have a wicked smart husband (who flies in tomorrow morning and flies out Friday afternoon, Dear Law School, Suck it. xoxo-Casey)

To have friends.

Pardon the gaggy cheesyness (turkeyness?),

But I’m thankful.

Ready for something HUMUNGOBUNGUS?

Yes. I am one of the 50.

Yeah. I KNOW.

Be sure to check back for when this baby goes live, you’ll only have a week to enter once it does.

(UPDATE: My contest will go live on December 3rd, participating sites will go live, four at a time, beginning Black Friday, November 28th, 2008. I will be announcing my winner December 9th.)

All $6,000 worth of technology listed in the banner link above is going to ONE PERSON. (Click it, seriously. I apologize in advance for the drool on your keyboard.)

I KNOW!

Continue reading “Ready for something HUMUNGOBUNGUS?”

mooshrah’s favorite things (giveaway, hello!)

**CONTEST ENDED-COMMENTS CLOSED Congratulations to Condo Blues on your new Doodletag! Thanks to everyone who entered! Remember the free shipping and free silver cleaning cloth with code MOOSH08 through December 31st, 2008**

Outside the “Let the moosh whoorl your hair contest extravaganza” I’ve never really done a giveaway. I’ve won plenty, but have waited for the PERFECT thing to break my giveaway cherry.

I finally found it.
Behold, my doodletag.
See that around my neck? It’s called a doodletag and I found out about them while idly flipping through a parenting magazine. What is a doodletag? A doodletag is a silver necklace that is customized with a doodle of your very own (or your child’s, as in my case.)

Exhibit A: the moosh’s self portrait.
the moosh's self portrait
I love her self portraits, they always have big eyes, a smiling face and an insane halo of curly hair. Really, what’s not to love?

Exhibit B: the moosh’s self portrait on a doodletag.
My doodletag with the moosh's self portrait.
GAH! WITH THE CUTENESS RIGHT?

As if the doodletag wasn’t cute enough, they are all handcrafted in Montana out of silver recycled from film. The entire company itself is green and all of their components are made in the U.S.A. (WHEE!)
Green, fantastic and unique.
When you order a doodletag, they will also send you a rubber stamp of your doodle (swoon)  to adorn Christmas cards, scrapbooks and stationary. Mommy Tags also offers plenty of other personalized silver pieces for moms, dads, felines, canines and humines.

Hello best Christmas gift ever?

The folks at Mommy Tags is generously allowing one moosh in indy. reader to WIN! an entire doodletag setup. Necklace, chain, stamp, stamp pad, silver cleaning cloth, storage tin and free shipping (worth over $100!) All you have to provide is the doodle.
One winner will get all this.
For those of you who can’t wait to see if you’re the winner, Mommy Tags is offering FREE SHIPPING and a FREE silver cleaning cloth to anyone who orders with the code “MOOSH08” (Just know the Christmas ordering deadline is November 25th. Code is valid through 12/31/08.)

HOW DO YOU WIN?

Simple! Head on over to MommyTags.com, peruse around, come back here, tell me what your favorite Mommy Tag offering is in a comment below and you’re totally entered. Want a second entry? Tweet this giveaway and leave the link to your tweet in the comments section.

Contest ends 5pm EST (2pm PST) on Tuesday, November 25, 2008. One winner will be picked by random (so leave a valid email address, yo.)

mortimooshcation.

I know there’s a lot of you who read this stuff. Big people, little people, people who swear, old people, young people, church people, drunk people, dog people, cat people, important people, even people who don’t stop and say hi when they see me in Costco. (I’m looking at you Jenn.)

I’m never really embarrassed knowing that you know what you know about me.

And trust me, I should be embarrassed.

I recently had an article published in a real! live! magazine! where the journalist got the age of the moosh wrong but BOY HOWDY! did he get the orgasm on the treadmill part right. Oh well. (I did keep it from the tender judgemental eyes of my grandparents however.)

Shortly after my Brazilian experience the moosh announced to my step dad “HEY GUESS WHAT GRAMPA POOPSIE? ALL MY MOM’S HAIR FELL OUT OF HER BUM!”

Unfortunately I am not immune to real live embarrassment at the mercy of a three year old.

Another time the moosh asked my MIL about her panties (because panties are always a topic of discussion with the moosh around.) My MIL told her that she wore the same white panties as I do.

the moosh then proceeded to tell my MIL and FIL that “MY MOM HAS PINK POLKA DOT PANTIES WITH A WHITE PUPPY ON THEM. SHE WEARS THEM A LOT.”

OY.

I think while I’m here in Utah I’ll check in on the hospital where the moosh was born to see if my pride is in the lost and found.

La Jolly. (or La Jolla, whatever.)

suck? no.
tiny.
flow.
seashell.
reflection.
solace.
shadow.
palm.
sunset.
jump.

Some of these are by tiny grandma (the little tiny thing on the cliff). Some of these are by me (the slightly larger thing on the shore).

I figure we have the same camera and the same genes.

We can share the credit.

One thing I know for sure?

It totally doesn’t suck here.

Want to hear me blabber more about phtotography? Come on over to Photo Bliss over at Blissfully Domestic.

Blabber blabber blabber.

Mormons and Prop 8, oh my.

Could I have picked a more tense time to come to California?

Nope.

Want to see the formal Church response to all this “stuff?” Go here.

Cody is well versed in the laws that are in question as far as the church being a not for profit organization, and a religion’s legal right to get involved in politics. Also an individual’s legal right to be involved in politics. And I’ll let him explain that at a later date if needs be.

As much as I want to scream and yell about this, I’m not going to because I know it’s gut reaction to all the hate that is floating out there in the news and on the internet. I can see both sides. Really, I can. I’m writing this from the dining room of my cousin who has been with his partner for over 10 years.

I have seen plenty of GLBT families who have their crap together WAY more than hetero married couples.  If I had it my way, no one, gay or straight would be allowed to get married unless they were going to take their vows seriously.

I realize a lot of my readers look to me as the token Mormon in situations like this.

Yes, members of my church were involved in the “Yes on 8” campaign. So were the Catholics.

“The Catholic bishops ask that you offer your support for restoring the definition of marriage in California by volunteering your time for the campaign or by donating money to the campaign to pass Proposition 8.”-From California Catholic Conference

However, there have been Anthrax threats, mysterious envelopes with white powder sent to two LDS temples. Protests and attacks (not just at churches of my faith either.) There are letters to editors in multiple papers calling for the harm of members of the LDS/Mormon faith.

Had “No on 8” been the winner, I’d like to think that hoards of Christians (especially people of my faith) wouldn’t be hanging out in West Hollywood, Hillcrest and Castro shouting mean and horrible things or sending letters with potentially deadly contents to places held near and dear to those of the GLBT community.

How would you feel if that situation were reversed?

We (the Mormons) are not the reason “Yes on 8” went through. Some (members) did help with donations and volunteer efforts (on their own time with individual donations), but 52% of voters in California are not LDS. In fact, according one one site, less than 2% of Californians are LDS.

Did you know that “No on 8” actually raised more money than “Yes on 8?” Of the $73 million raised, $55 million came from Californians, the remaining coming from out of state donations,

“About 30 percent,or $22 million, of the donations reported by supporters and opponents of Proposition 8 have come from outside the state, according to an analysis by The Associated Press.”

$3.6 million of that money came from Utah.

So despite the way the media wants you to see it, the state of Utah and Mormons didn’t exactly mortgage out their houses to support Prop 8.

I’m not saying either party is right.

I’m just saying it’s no one organization’s fault that “Yes on 8” passed either.

I’m just asking that we stop pointing fingers and start getting along.

I know my cousin and his partner are embarrassed by the displays put on by SOME of the GLBT community and their supporters. Just as I have been embarrassed by SOME members of the Christain community when it comes to certain issues.

Just because many members of the LDS church chose to support “Yes on 8” doesn’t mean that we want to throw all the gays into a volcano.

Just because one group of gays called “Jesus a Homo” doesn’t mean that all Gays hate Christians, or Jesus for that matter.

It’s the redneck philosophy.

The media is going to choose the most fanatical crazy people to show on TV because that’s what gets the ratings. They’re not going to show normal people like my cousin and myself.

Crazy sells.

I’m really not trying to say anyone is right.

But I am saying that all this hate is wrong.

From both sides.

(Including my comments section.)

From sea to shining dirty hobo.

Santa Barbara

Santa Barbara

Santa Barbara Carousel

the moosh's first view of the ocean

Dylan (Product of Meghan from All Mediocre)

the moosh and Dylan

Heather, Meghan and I all met up in Santa Barbara for the moosh’s first view of the ocean.

She even touched it.

She didn’t like it.

But she touched it.

I saw a hobo (insert inappropriate description of “self pleasure” here).

I also saw a “lady of the night.” Or as another trolly passenger put it “I’m pretty sure she’s a lady of any hour for the right price.”

Needless to say, the unfound small town Midwest Hoosier girl inside me came screaming to the surface.

Small town Midwest Hoosier Prude?

PRESENT!

And on the eighth day, God created cousins.

I have one cousin on my mom’s side.

Only my one cousin is way more awesome than a dozen of your cousins put together. Sorry.

J and C 4eva

I was at his house the other day when an email came in asking for a recent professional photo of me for a calendar. (Yes, that calendar, I technically ended up being #13 in votes but someone backed out and so I was asked to join in at the 11th hour. Available for preorder now!)

Anyway.

My skin hates California. My eyes hate the moosh waking up at 6 am everyday. My period? Let’s just not go there. I felt bloaty, I felt puffy, I felt unsalvageable.

Enter my cousin Jaush and his train cases.

Train Case #1

Train Case #2

Don’t you feel prettier just looking at them?

He swooped, he brushed, he laquered, he painted, he teased, he combed, he patted and he fluffed.

Twenty minutes later?

blue.

OH. Did I fail to mention the vintage black cocktail dress that just HAPPENED to be in his closet that just HAPPENED to be in my size?

I did?

WELL, he just happened to have a vintage black cocktail dress in my size hanging in his closet.

I KNOW.

I’m hoping the next time we hang out peep toe heels fall from the sky and rain gutters spew diamond earrings.

Because after an afternoon with Jaush? I’m beginning to think that’s totally possible.