Saturday, January 29, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Day 426: That's My Boy!!
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Day 425: The King's Speech
Are you a Colin Firth fan? I am. I have enjoyed his movies ever since his performance as the amazing Mr. Darcy in Pride and Prejudice. True, not all of his films are a "must see," some are just tongue-in-cheek ridiculous. But his latest film, The King's Speech, is far and away his most amazing performance ever. He plays King George VI, the King of England who had a horrible speech stammer.
I realize this does not sound like the premise for a happening movie....I mean what the heck? There's no action, no violence, no sex, no romance, no devious plotters trying to pull off the crime of a century. Perhaps that's why it won't do well at the box office. This is a movie about a real life person...who just happens to be the Duke of York...and 2nd in line to the throne. His battle with the embarrassment of his stuttering problem became particularly monumental with the invention of radio. His struggle with his problem made him a real-life underdog. His courage drove him to face his challenge, even though in doing so, he risked public humiliation and worse, being mocked by his own family members.
I found myself cheering the humble King on....nervous for him every time he faced the microphone. I do not overstate it when I say I walked out of the theatre feeling enriched. Very few movies have done that for me in the past. Too often, I walk away from movies feeling offended or dirty....like I need a bath. This one is different.
The honest truth is, it never occured to me that this was an "R" rated movie. I didn't know it ahead of time, and I never gave it a thought thereafter, until I told my 15-year-old that I wanted her to see it. "Mom, it's rated R!" That was a complete shock to me. So I'll tell you... If you have made the personal committment to not watch R-rated movies, then I will not encourage you to break your committment. But I will tell you exactly why this one got an R-rating. There is no immodesty. There is no violence. There are no immoral scenes. All is quite proper, in fact. But... as the Duke becomes frustrated with himself during his one-on-one lessons with his speech therapist, he let's a few words fly....It's done in a totally non-offensive way, and is most humorous...definitely not directed at another person in any way. He finds that when he cusses, he doesn't stammer... so he uses that to help him prepare for a big speech. That's it. That is the whole reason the movie was given its "R" rating.
So... if you are up for something different....and you love Collin Firth (by the way, some of our favorites from Harry Potter are in there too..... Dumbledore, Wormtail, and Bellatrix LeStrange,) and you do not need sex, violence, drugs, loud action, or romance in order to enjoy a movie,,,, then I highly recommend you pay the money to see this one at the theatre, and lend your support to the making of truly, high-quality, classic movies..... Something we are sorely lacking these days.
I realize this does not sound like the premise for a happening movie....I mean what the heck? There's no action, no violence, no sex, no romance, no devious plotters trying to pull off the crime of a century. Perhaps that's why it won't do well at the box office. This is a movie about a real life person...who just happens to be the Duke of York...and 2nd in line to the throne. His battle with the embarrassment of his stuttering problem became particularly monumental with the invention of radio. His struggle with his problem made him a real-life underdog. His courage drove him to face his challenge, even though in doing so, he risked public humiliation and worse, being mocked by his own family members.
I found myself cheering the humble King on....nervous for him every time he faced the microphone. I do not overstate it when I say I walked out of the theatre feeling enriched. Very few movies have done that for me in the past. Too often, I walk away from movies feeling offended or dirty....like I need a bath. This one is different.
The honest truth is, it never occured to me that this was an "R" rated movie. I didn't know it ahead of time, and I never gave it a thought thereafter, until I told my 15-year-old that I wanted her to see it. "Mom, it's rated R!" That was a complete shock to me. So I'll tell you... If you have made the personal committment to not watch R-rated movies, then I will not encourage you to break your committment. But I will tell you exactly why this one got an R-rating. There is no immodesty. There is no violence. There are no immoral scenes. All is quite proper, in fact. But... as the Duke becomes frustrated with himself during his one-on-one lessons with his speech therapist, he let's a few words fly....It's done in a totally non-offensive way, and is most humorous...definitely not directed at another person in any way. He finds that when he cusses, he doesn't stammer... so he uses that to help him prepare for a big speech. That's it. That is the whole reason the movie was given its "R" rating.
So... if you are up for something different....and you love Collin Firth (by the way, some of our favorites from Harry Potter are in there too..... Dumbledore, Wormtail, and Bellatrix LeStrange,) and you do not need sex, violence, drugs, loud action, or romance in order to enjoy a movie,,,, then I highly recommend you pay the money to see this one at the theatre, and lend your support to the making of truly, high-quality, classic movies..... Something we are sorely lacking these days.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Day 424: Furlough!
Work Reduction Days....That's how they are listed on our district's calendar. Days that you don't work....and don't get paid. It's a "nicer" way to cut somebody's pay....bottom line. The part they don't tell the public, is that we still have to do the same amount of work; we just have less time to do it. The result? We do the impossible; we really don't have any other choice. The back-handed irony of it all, is that if and when the furlough days are lifted, it "feels" like a raise.
So how did I spend my furlough day? You're looking at it! It's my most favorite way of relaxing.... A beautiful pool, private jaccuzzi, warm sunshine, a gentle breeze, and nobody else around. Me. My book. My towel. And quiet. It's almost worth the amount of money I lost by not working yesterday. The only thing that could have made it better was if my family was close by, enjoying the day as much as I was. That's a 5-Star day in my book.
How would you spend a furlough day?
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Day 423: Elder Logan, Part deux!
I've been working on a blog update for about a week now, but I can't seem to get it right...so I haven't posted it. I'm a little confused...now that I have two blogs...as to what I should say on which blog. So... I end up finger tied and saying nothing. So much of my personal life overlaps with my professional life that I have a difficult time separating the two.
Here's one update I don't need to over analyze. Yesterday, Taylor reported to the MTC and began his 2-year mission. It still has not sunk in to me that he is really gone. I've been comparing what it was like when Andrew reported to the MTC to how it feels now with Taylor. I recall the day Andrew reported very vividly... It was one of the most joyous days of my life. I was utterly overwhelmed with joy; there's just no other way to put it. I knew that he was fulfilling a life-long dream, and knowing that added to my happiness. Andrew was born determined that he would serve a mission---in fact, he came out of the womb holding a sign that said, "Future Missionary," and pretty much every decision he made was congruent to that goal.
Taylor is different. Taylor, who has an amazing ability to turn every hair on my head prematurally gray, had a unique kind of congruency. With him, I could never see beyond the here and now...beyond the moment. Each day was racked with the unknown. In my soul, I have always sensed he was a special spirit since before he was born, but at the same time, I couldn't help but worry about his future.
And here we are. He is a missionary. Letting him go was like severing a limb. It was extremely emotional for me.... joyful of course, but deeply emotional. I feel a little like Hannah in the Old Testament. I can sense Heavenly Father saying to me, "Mission accomplished. Thank you." That is a very comforting feeling as I turn my son over to the Lord.
I for one, am excited to see this boy grow during the next two years as he "blooms where he is planted." That saying, "Bloom where you are planted," is one I stole from the movie, "Facing the Giants," and I love it. It incapsulates so much of what I have been struggling with this year in bothh my personal and professional life.
But more on that later!! For now, it's Goodbye Taylor....Hello Elder Logan!
Here we go again!
Here's one update I don't need to over analyze. Yesterday, Taylor reported to the MTC and began his 2-year mission. It still has not sunk in to me that he is really gone. I've been comparing what it was like when Andrew reported to the MTC to how it feels now with Taylor. I recall the day Andrew reported very vividly... It was one of the most joyous days of my life. I was utterly overwhelmed with joy; there's just no other way to put it. I knew that he was fulfilling a life-long dream, and knowing that added to my happiness. Andrew was born determined that he would serve a mission---in fact, he came out of the womb holding a sign that said, "Future Missionary," and pretty much every decision he made was congruent to that goal.
Taylor is different. Taylor, who has an amazing ability to turn every hair on my head prematurally gray, had a unique kind of congruency. With him, I could never see beyond the here and now...beyond the moment. Each day was racked with the unknown. In my soul, I have always sensed he was a special spirit since before he was born, but at the same time, I couldn't help but worry about his future.
And here we are. He is a missionary. Letting him go was like severing a limb. It was extremely emotional for me.... joyful of course, but deeply emotional. I feel a little like Hannah in the Old Testament. I can sense Heavenly Father saying to me, "Mission accomplished. Thank you." That is a very comforting feeling as I turn my son over to the Lord.
I for one, am excited to see this boy grow during the next two years as he "blooms where he is planted." That saying, "Bloom where you are planted," is one I stole from the movie, "Facing the Giants," and I love it. It incapsulates so much of what I have been struggling with this year in bothh my personal and professional life.
But more on that later!! For now, it's Goodbye Taylor....Hello Elder Logan!
Here we go again!
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Day 422: Before & After
There is such a sense of cleansing & renewal when I put my house back in order after Christmas. Here are just a few examples:
Before:
After:
Before:
After:
Before:
After:
And finally..... Before:
After:
That about sums it up... don't ya think?
I am officially declaring a National Day of Rest!
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Day 421: "It was the best of times...."
The New Year has officially begun---Welcome 1/1/11! There are many unknowns in store for me this year, that's for sure. For one, I have no idea where I will be when the 2011-2012 school year begins. TOSA? Admin? Classroom? District Office? Site? Middle School? Elementary? Much remains to be determined....I am quite curious to see it play out.
And then there's my book. I will actually hold in my hand a published copy of my book. I cannot imagine how cool that is going to be. Definitely will be on my top ten of all time.
Another coming attraction for 2011 is that Taylor will leave for his mission. I am excited for him, naturally, but I am going to go through some major withdrawls when he leaves. I will miss him a lot more than anyone realizes.
Taylor leaves on 1-11-11..... How cool is that?
Enough of the previews for 2011, let's move on to the moments that topped my best and worst lists in 2010-----They are not in any particular order.
Top 10:
1) April 13th, I received the news that my book would be published! Yipppeeeee!
2) April --- I attended Raechel's graduation from BYU! That was amazing in and of itself... but what really blew me away was when she honored me with the gratitude sash. That was a moment I will treasure forever.
3) June 4th, I began a new chapter in my career. I left the classroom and became a Special Education TOSA. (This event makes both my lists....truly it has proven to be the both the best and worst of times!)
4) July 19th, I finally got to go on my dream vacation to Hawaii! Maui! Wow! That was the most incredible vacation of my life.
5) July --- I snorkeled for the first time.... and I SNUBA'd for the first time. Yes, I realize this is sort of cheating because I already counted the Hawaii trip.... but these two events were such personal triumphs for me, that they deserve their own spot on my year's best moments.
6) September 22, Andrew came home from his mission. Embracing him at the airport was a moment of the most exquisite joy I could ever have imagined. It gave me a glimpse of the joy to be experienced in Heaven.
7) September, Taylor received his call to the Tucson, AZ-Spanish mission.
8) November, All my family was together for Thanksgiving. I loved having the chickens back in the nest, even if just for a brief moment.
9) December 19, I led our Ward Choir in a Christmas Cantata. This, by itself, might not have made the list of my favorite moments....but my family was in the choir. Ron included. The choir performed so beautifully that it brought tears to my eyes.
10) Christmas. Ronnie, Kelly, & their kids....Ryan, Jen, Jane....Raechel, Andrew, Taylor, Ellen....all together ... and then Christmas day with my parents and Wes & his family. My mom and dad looked young again on Christmas day....and that was a beautiful gift.
Honorable mentions----buying my new car, having friends take me out to lunch on my birthday, traveling to St. George with Ron, Disneyland with Joyce, Charlene, and Judi, Women's Conference with Raechel... (That is always one of my favorite times of the year,) finishing my blog-a-day for a year, and being released as RS President (that one also makes both lists.)
Now for the "Not-so-wonderful" moments:
1) I was released as RS President. Yes, it was a blessing....but it came with a price. The spiritual let down was drastic....and I still have not fully recovered from it. I experienced a spiritual void like nothing I had ever known before.
2) Jane's surgery. Again... it was a blessing. She came through it with flying colors. But seeing her with a surgical scar across the entire width and length of her tiny little chest was heart breaking.
3) Taylor broke his leg and ended up having to postpone leaving on his mission for 6 weeks. Yep, you got it... this was a hidden blessing too....because I got to have all my family together for Christmas, and Christmas definitely made my top 10 wonderful moments.
4) I left the classroom. Blessing, yes. Curse, absolutely. I miss the classroom...I miss being at a site...I miss kids. I miss my gig at GMS. True, I am learning much and growing as a professional. This is a good thing. But growth is often painful.
5) Getting the letter that ripped me to pieces just before Thanksgiving break. No need to remind me that this turned out to be a great opportunity for personal revelation, not to mention a faith-building experience, but again, the growth was painful.
Well, I suppose I should stop there. It is abundantly clear that most of my "not-so-favorite" moments turned out to be powerful learning experiences that were very positive, so I really cannot complain. Clearly, God's hand has been in my path throughout the entire year. That's cool.
Okay... I've got a sleeping baby that will wake up in about 4 hours.....and if I don't get some sleep, I will be insanely grouchy tomorrow.... Time to shut it down for the night.... and for the year (2010, that is.) Tomorrow I will tell you my pics for best and worst movies of 2010. Now c'mon, isn't that worth a trip back?
Happy 1/1/11 Everyone!
And then there's my book. I will actually hold in my hand a published copy of my book. I cannot imagine how cool that is going to be. Definitely will be on my top ten of all time.
Another coming attraction for 2011 is that Taylor will leave for his mission. I am excited for him, naturally, but I am going to go through some major withdrawls when he leaves. I will miss him a lot more than anyone realizes.
Taylor leaves on 1-11-11..... How cool is that?
Enough of the previews for 2011, let's move on to the moments that topped my best and worst lists in 2010-----They are not in any particular order.
Top 10:
1) April 13th, I received the news that my book would be published! Yipppeeeee!
2) April --- I attended Raechel's graduation from BYU! That was amazing in and of itself... but what really blew me away was when she honored me with the gratitude sash. That was a moment I will treasure forever.
3) June 4th, I began a new chapter in my career. I left the classroom and became a Special Education TOSA. (This event makes both my lists....truly it has proven to be the both the best and worst of times!)
4) July 19th, I finally got to go on my dream vacation to Hawaii! Maui! Wow! That was the most incredible vacation of my life.
6) September 22, Andrew came home from his mission. Embracing him at the airport was a moment of the most exquisite joy I could ever have imagined. It gave me a glimpse of the joy to be experienced in Heaven.
10) Christmas. Ronnie, Kelly, & their kids....Ryan, Jen, Jane....Raechel, Andrew, Taylor, Ellen....all together ... and then Christmas day with my parents and Wes & his family. My mom and dad looked young again on Christmas day....and that was a beautiful gift.
Honorable mentions----buying my new car, having friends take me out to lunch on my birthday, traveling to St. George with Ron, Disneyland with Joyce, Charlene, and Judi, Women's Conference with Raechel... (That is always one of my favorite times of the year,) finishing my blog-a-day for a year, and being released as RS President (that one also makes both lists.)
Now for the "Not-so-wonderful" moments:
1) I was released as RS President. Yes, it was a blessing....but it came with a price. The spiritual let down was drastic....and I still have not fully recovered from it. I experienced a spiritual void like nothing I had ever known before.
2) Jane's surgery. Again... it was a blessing. She came through it with flying colors. But seeing her with a surgical scar across the entire width and length of her tiny little chest was heart breaking.
3) Taylor broke his leg and ended up having to postpone leaving on his mission for 6 weeks. Yep, you got it... this was a hidden blessing too....because I got to have all my family together for Christmas, and Christmas definitely made my top 10 wonderful moments.
4) I left the classroom. Blessing, yes. Curse, absolutely. I miss the classroom...I miss being at a site...I miss kids. I miss my gig at GMS. True, I am learning much and growing as a professional. This is a good thing. But growth is often painful.
5) Getting the letter that ripped me to pieces just before Thanksgiving break. No need to remind me that this turned out to be a great opportunity for personal revelation, not to mention a faith-building experience, but again, the growth was painful.
Well, I suppose I should stop there. It is abundantly clear that most of my "not-so-favorite" moments turned out to be powerful learning experiences that were very positive, so I really cannot complain. Clearly, God's hand has been in my path throughout the entire year. That's cool.
Okay... I've got a sleeping baby that will wake up in about 4 hours.....and if I don't get some sleep, I will be insanely grouchy tomorrow.... Time to shut it down for the night.... and for the year (2010, that is.) Tomorrow I will tell you my pics for best and worst movies of 2010. Now c'mon, isn't that worth a trip back?
Happy 1/1/11 Everyone!
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Day 420: The great debate
Nothing like a friendly debate over the existence of God to get the blood pumping and the emotions rising. Well,,, I cannot say debate, because in my case, it is usually more like a trial. I'm the defendant, answering to the prosecuting attorneys. That's okay. I have God as my judge; I can live with that.
The debate is not God vs. science. That's absurd. The two are not mutually exclusive. A true believer is never threatened by advancements in science...rather, they welcome them. They know that many advancements in science are the direct result of God-given inspiration. No. The debate is simply on whether or not there is a God. Scientific proof is out of the debate. Science will never prove there is no God. Neither will it prove there is. That is not, nor ever was, the role of science in our Universe. Science is about questions. Faith is about answers. The two make marvelous companions.
My belief in God is not based on faith alone. It is also based on evidence. It is the evidence of things not seen which are true. And it has surrounded me throughout my entire life. In fact, the evidence of God's role in my life is so blatantly transparent, that to deny it would require a total disregard and lack of respect for the truth.
I realize that what I am about to say may offend some people. I sincerely apologize for that in advance. But this is my blog, so I don't need permission to speak from my heart.
Try as I might, I have a low tolerance for people who think they are doing me a favor by giving me permission to believe what I want to believe. Oh. Thank you. I was worried about that. As if!!
Here's the deal....You don't want to believe in God, that's your choice. We all have God-given agency to choose for ourselves what we will and won't believe. I don't need anyone to "allow" me to believe what I want. So do not patronize me by setting yourself up as someone who is superior and therefore has the right to tell me it's okay for me to believe how I wish. Kiss my San Antonio rose buds!
Here's something I find quite interesting, and I see it all the time---usually followed by a raised eyebrow and a bitten tongue. Someone on Facebook, or in a mass text or e-mail, asks that everyone pray for their sick friend or relative in one breath, and then in another, say they do not believe in God. Really. Are you serious? If you are truly an atheist, then it's hypocritical to ask others to pray on your behalf. These same people won't give God the credit if their loved one gets better. But oh man.... if they take a turn for the worst, then they will claim it is evidence that God does not exist. Am I the only one who finds this hypocritical?
Truth is, deep down, everyone knows there is a God. Something bigger than this world. They may not define him. They may not understand him. They may not know him. They may not give him a name, face, or image. They may want nothing to do with him. But in their soul, they know that God is. Period. They choose NOT to believe. It is not the other way around. Believers do not choose to believe. They just believe. Simple. It's not a choice. The choice comes in choosing NOT to believe. Non-believers always want to lay the burden of proof on believers. That's a cop out. And guess what? You don't get to make the rules. This is the way it works. If you attack somebody's beliefs, the burden of proof lies with you, regardless of which side you represent.
So that's my rant for the night.
Tomorrow--a walk on the lighter side. Tommorow you get my year's best and worst. Movies, books, moments, etc. You know you want it :-)
The debate is not God vs. science. That's absurd. The two are not mutually exclusive. A true believer is never threatened by advancements in science...rather, they welcome them. They know that many advancements in science are the direct result of God-given inspiration. No. The debate is simply on whether or not there is a God. Scientific proof is out of the debate. Science will never prove there is no God. Neither will it prove there is. That is not, nor ever was, the role of science in our Universe. Science is about questions. Faith is about answers. The two make marvelous companions.
My belief in God is not based on faith alone. It is also based on evidence. It is the evidence of things not seen which are true. And it has surrounded me throughout my entire life. In fact, the evidence of God's role in my life is so blatantly transparent, that to deny it would require a total disregard and lack of respect for the truth.
I realize that what I am about to say may offend some people. I sincerely apologize for that in advance. But this is my blog, so I don't need permission to speak from my heart.
Try as I might, I have a low tolerance for people who think they are doing me a favor by giving me permission to believe what I want to believe. Oh. Thank you. I was worried about that. As if!!
Here's the deal....You don't want to believe in God, that's your choice. We all have God-given agency to choose for ourselves what we will and won't believe. I don't need anyone to "allow" me to believe what I want. So do not patronize me by setting yourself up as someone who is superior and therefore has the right to tell me it's okay for me to believe how I wish. Kiss my San Antonio rose buds!
Here's something I find quite interesting, and I see it all the time---usually followed by a raised eyebrow and a bitten tongue. Someone on Facebook, or in a mass text or e-mail, asks that everyone pray for their sick friend or relative in one breath, and then in another, say they do not believe in God. Really. Are you serious? If you are truly an atheist, then it's hypocritical to ask others to pray on your behalf. These same people won't give God the credit if their loved one gets better. But oh man.... if they take a turn for the worst, then they will claim it is evidence that God does not exist. Am I the only one who finds this hypocritical?
Truth is, deep down, everyone knows there is a God. Something bigger than this world. They may not define him. They may not understand him. They may not know him. They may not give him a name, face, or image. They may want nothing to do with him. But in their soul, they know that God is. Period. They choose NOT to believe. It is not the other way around. Believers do not choose to believe. They just believe. Simple. It's not a choice. The choice comes in choosing NOT to believe. Non-believers always want to lay the burden of proof on believers. That's a cop out. And guess what? You don't get to make the rules. This is the way it works. If you attack somebody's beliefs, the burden of proof lies with you, regardless of which side you represent.
So that's my rant for the night.
Tomorrow--a walk on the lighter side. Tommorow you get my year's best and worst. Movies, books, moments, etc. You know you want it :-)
Day 419: Countdown to my New Year's Resolution
I meant to include this picture in yesterday's blog... another of my "happy moments" on Christmas day. I am blessed with these two absolutely gorgeous daughters! I mean, just look at them!
Unfortunately, I did not have a new picture made of me with my two boys...that's a bummer, especially since Taylor will be gone for two years. I adore my little boys, who are not so little anymore!~! They make me laugh... and they seem to always know just the right buttons to push. This photo was taken when Andrew got home from his mission....Hard to believe he's been home for 3 months, and is already gone back to school. In two short weeks, Taylor will be gone too. I am going to miss my boys so much!
I miss them already.
There is nothing like having your children near. It's not that I need to be in the middle of everything they are doing, it's just knowing they are close by.... sometimes that's all I need.
How did they get so old? Just yesterday they were tiny. Now they are nearly all gone. I'm not sure I like that part of the plan. On the other hand, how will they ever know the joy that is mine unless they have children of their own? Hmmmm. Isn't that how it was in the Pre-existence? God wanted us to experience His joy, so he devised a plan... and here we are. More and more I glimpse how mortality is patterned after the world from which we all came. I can't help but wonder if I could ever possibly bring as much joy to my Heavenly Father as my children have brought to me. I imagine He finds joy in the same types of things we do as parents....seeing our kids grow up and make good life choices, seeing them serve and love each other, or seeing them strive to make each other smile. I believe that all the things that bring us joy as parents, also brings our Heavenly Father joy...only on a much grander scale beyond which I can possibly imagine.
So that leads me back to my failed goal of becoming a person who performs RAKs on a daily basis.
Momentarily forgotten? Yes. Worthy of another chance to get it right? Absolutely.
And thus the quest begins. Again.
Starting January 1st.
(That gives me two more days to be selfish.)
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Day 418: The Gifts of Christmas Present
Count down to Christmas.... That is always the rule once Christmas vacation begins. To a non-professional, it may look like a frantic, stressful rush of wrapping, spending, baking, decorating, parties, deliveries, cyber-shopping... more wrapping, spending, and baking. Outsiders may find themselves wondering where is the joy in such chaos?
But this is what I live for....11 months out of the year.... for one month of the Christmas crazies.
My husband calls me "The Elf."
This year the theme was family.... Lots and lots of family. And what better way to celebrate than the gift of children? Old, young, I say the more the merrier.... It all adds to the chaos. I mean really, how do you put a price on a belly laugh like this one?
This is Kieran checking out the pooch with moving ears and singing to the tune of "I Feel Good!" Kieran is a bit perplexed, wouldn't you say?
Here's the reason for the belly laugh! Jane. She always keeps me laughing! 
What would Christmas be without stockings?
This year we did something new with our stockings. Instead of having Santa fill them, we drew names to take over stocking duty.... Only there were rules. Rules. Something new, something used, something handmade, something edibile, round, square, practical, and a certain color. At first, this seem to stress some people out.... But in the end, I guarantee you we will remember not only the stocking we received, but the stocking we filled. This is a tradition I would like to repeat next year... with a few minor modifications.
By Christmas Eve, the preparations were done.... and what wasn't done, no longer mattered. This is the night we open our Christmas pajamas and take our obligatory picture in front of the flaming fire. It means that Christmas morning is one step closer! This is a tradition my parents started when my children were babies.... and hopefully, my kids will choose to keep it alive.
Next year.... Everyone is getting the most outrageously ridiculous Christmas pajamas we can find! And yes! They WILL wear them !!
Is it even possible that I neglected to mention food? Prime rib, superbly roasted on Christmas Eve... followed by the traditional ham/turkey dinner on Christmas day! Oh. And don't forget the pies. 4 pumpkin, 2 cherry, 2 apple. And still it wasn't enough. Add to that chocolate and about 8 batches of Aunt Ruth's famous fudge.
I sense my cholestral rising. Was that a heart palpitation I just felt?
My favorite moment? (Is there really only one?) Watching my family open their stockings. Seeing what it was that they gave to each other and made for each other. I found a certain joy in this that is unsurpassed by any memories of Christmases past.
Tied for first....
Family! The Morgans, Logans, and Hodges. It doesn't get any better than this in my Christmas fantasy.
I cried when I put the tree up.
I will cry when I take it down.
And then next year.... I will do it all again.
Merry Christmas everyone.
And to all a good night.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Day 417, 'Tis the Season
It's the season of joy... peace... All is calm. All is bright. Right? Then why do I feel like my insides are falling out?
For years I've had this dream that I wake up and realize it is Christmas Eve, and I have no tree, no gifts, no plans. In my dream, I experience this unparalleled sense of anxiety knowing that somehow I have missed Christmas. When I awake in the morning, it always takes a while for me to get my bearings and realize that Christmas is still months away.
Well, Christmas is less than two weeks away now, and I am having flashes of that anxiety. It doesn't stop me from enjoying the season....but it does cause me to lay awake at night.
On the work front, things are better. I am building bridges.... but that's a story for another day :-)
Three more days until Christmas vacation..... THAT is definitely something I am looking forward to!!
For years I've had this dream that I wake up and realize it is Christmas Eve, and I have no tree, no gifts, no plans. In my dream, I experience this unparalleled sense of anxiety knowing that somehow I have missed Christmas. When I awake in the morning, it always takes a while for me to get my bearings and realize that Christmas is still months away.
Well, Christmas is less than two weeks away now, and I am having flashes of that anxiety. It doesn't stop me from enjoying the season....but it does cause me to lay awake at night.
On the work front, things are better. I am building bridges.... but that's a story for another day :-)
Three more days until Christmas vacation..... THAT is definitely something I am looking forward to!!
Monday, November 22, 2010
Day 416, Saying Hello
When life gets you down, go visit a Grandchild. Grandchildren have a magical way of putting things in proper perspective. Look at our little Jane! The panda hat is hysterical. I love that she recognizes us--she waves her hands, kicks her feet, and smiles when we walk into the room. I'd like to think she created that little jig just for Ron and me. Oh yeah. There's still that annoying incident with ... what's her name ... that I need to take care of. Ever in the back of my mind, I am letting it simmer on the back burner. Maybe if I let it simmer long enough, it will disappear :-)
Tomorrow is day one of holiday baking. Apple pie is #1 on the list. We got your back, Raechel.
Would you please say a prayer for Taylor---Tomorrow he goes back to the doctor. If all goes well, he will walk out with a walking cast---and head home to begin packing his bags for the MTC. Miracles can happen, right? I believe!
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Day 415, Lose / Lose
Ever heard of the Kobi Ashi Maru? I am sure I am not spelling that correctly, so I apologize up front to all you Star Trek fans out there. This is what is referred by Captian Kirk as the no-win scenario, meant to test captain's ability to handle a life & death situation where there is no way to win. Capt. Kirk is the only one to ever beat the test---but he cheated.
I have been faced with my own version of this Lose/Lose game. The enemy exists in the form of a woman who has decided that I am the DNA donar for the Wicked Witch of the West. She is loud, she is obnoxious, and she has made it her mission to villianize me. This is quite new territory for me....I have never come across an adversary of this nature. Some day, I am sure she will end up as a character in one of my books.
So what do you do when you are wrongfully accused? Years of life experience and learning from others' misfortunes have taught me that in these situations, you are damned if you do, damned if you don't. The more you protest, the guiltier you sound. If you defend yourself, you sound like a victim. If you ignore it (which seems the most adult thing to do,) then your accuser(s) take it as an admission of guilt. It's ridiculous.
Now, if someone is going to accuse you of something, they should not be a coward about it. They must be willing to put their cards on the table, and they had better have their facts straight. Otherwise, their claims can have no credibility.
They say that cream always rises to the top.... but then again, so does scum. The trick is in knowing the difference.
Good night.... I have to go put the sheets on our bed. Sigh!
I have been faced with my own version of this Lose/Lose game. The enemy exists in the form of a woman who has decided that I am the DNA donar for the Wicked Witch of the West. She is loud, she is obnoxious, and she has made it her mission to villianize me. This is quite new territory for me....I have never come across an adversary of this nature. Some day, I am sure she will end up as a character in one of my books.
So what do you do when you are wrongfully accused? Years of life experience and learning from others' misfortunes have taught me that in these situations, you are damned if you do, damned if you don't. The more you protest, the guiltier you sound. If you defend yourself, you sound like a victim. If you ignore it (which seems the most adult thing to do,) then your accuser(s) take it as an admission of guilt. It's ridiculous.
Now, if someone is going to accuse you of something, they should not be a coward about it. They must be willing to put their cards on the table, and they had better have their facts straight. Otherwise, their claims can have no credibility.
They say that cream always rises to the top.... but then again, so does scum. The trick is in knowing the difference.
Good night.... I have to go put the sheets on our bed. Sigh!
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Day 414, Homeward Bound
Confessions are overrated. Technically I DID make it from the hotel room to the car without playing a slot machine. But that was after I hit the penny slots. You see... The casino gave me $100 slot play voucher. What was I to do? The good news is I made it out of the casino without losing any of my own money. I call that success.
On a serious note...I told you I am reading the book, The Speed of Trust. It is causing me to pause and reflect on my own trustworthiness. I realize that I am lacking in personal credibility. How do I know I am lacking? Because I took the self-analysis, and it told me so. I have high credibility in my "capability," but scored low in "personal" credibility. I am not pleased about that. So... one of the ways to increase our personal credibility is to make a commitment to ourself and follow through on it. I decided I should start with the health plan competition I agreed to take part in with my daughter. So.... tomorrow I will begin to take the competition seriously. I'm not looking forward to that... because a) I love coke, and b) it's dark when I get off work, so walking is out of the question. The point is.... if you can't make good on the commitments you make to yourself, how can you be trusted to make good on those you make to others?
Ugh! Why did I have to start reading that book?
On a serious note...I told you I am reading the book, The Speed of Trust. It is causing me to pause and reflect on my own trustworthiness. I realize that I am lacking in personal credibility. How do I know I am lacking? Because I took the self-analysis, and it told me so. I have high credibility in my "capability," but scored low in "personal" credibility. I am not pleased about that. So... one of the ways to increase our personal credibility is to make a commitment to ourself and follow through on it. I decided I should start with the health plan competition I agreed to take part in with my daughter. So.... tomorrow I will begin to take the competition seriously. I'm not looking forward to that... because a) I love coke, and b) it's dark when I get off work, so walking is out of the question. The point is.... if you can't make good on the commitments you make to yourself, how can you be trusted to make good on those you make to others?
Ugh! Why did I have to start reading that book?
Friday, November 12, 2010
Day 413, Choose The Right!
Today Ron and I explored Zion National Park. Neither of us are currently at our peak as far as conditioning goes, so the plan was to take one of the "Easy" trails and just enjoy the breathtaking scenery. We decided to explore the Emerald Pools first.... a short, one-and-half hour (round-trip) stroll to the lower pools. Sign said, "Lower pools --- to the left." We went to the left. An hour-and-half later, after climbing what seemed to be a never-ending spiral rock staircase, we found ourselves nearing the Grotto. I have no idea what the Grotto is.... but I know that when we were choosing trails, the Grotto sign said "Strenuous!" Hence the trembling legs, racing heartbeat, and lack of oxygen. When we finally found our way around the upper, middle, and lower pools....and through the falls (which were very cool, I might add,) --- THREE hours later --- I donned on us that we had somehow been tricked (nothing gets by a Morgan!) We were full-on hiking. Note to self---2-year old flimsy tennis shoes do not make good hiking shoes. I wondered why everyone we met on the trail had backpacks, hiking boots, and serious walking sticks with them. A bit dramatic for an easy stroll, don't ya think? Seriously, at one point, I thought my legs were going to fold beneath me. The only time I have ever had that feeling before, was when I was in labor (and on New Year's Eve, 1999---but that's another story).
When we finally made it back to the trailhead---we hiked the full circle by the way---we decided to check that deceitful little sign that pointed us to the left. Behold! The arrows pointed in BOTH directions---left and right.
Moral of the story? Always Choose the Right!
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Day 412, Party ON!
Who says I'm too old to party? Could it be all the "under 30" people that I see on a daily basis? Those who can climb 4 flights of stairs without holding their chest? Those who are not yet acquainted with dark circles, eye sag, and lip lines? Well for all you young-ens out there...I can stand with the rest of you right into the wee hours of the morning---as long as there is a casino involved.
Yesterday (I think it was yesterday,) Ron and I took off for St. George ... via a promised stop-off in Las Vegas. Word of advice ... Vegas is probably not the best --- "drop in for a little rest" spot on your way to Southern Utah. Just saying.
So, I got this "idea" while scheming...(did I say that out loud? Nope, think I just wrote it,).... to convince my honey to make a stop in Vegas. He was 100% opposed to spending a night in Vegas. Period. Instead, he promised me we could stop in Vegas so I could hit the penny slots --- you know I'm hooked --- and he could stretch his legs for a bit. Sure, sure. I knew how that would play out. I would be merrily engaged in my quest for bonus free spins and jackpots via those fabulous penny machines (which by the way can be more deadly than a dollar machine---truly!!), and Ron would stand close by doing every normal husband's "can we go now" routine.... which looks like: rolling their eyes, pursing their lips, sighing, slyly glancing at their watch in a manner that their wives couldn't miss, and with increasing frequency, asking their wives if they are almost done yet. I don't blame Ron for this. I get, let's just say, a teensy-weensy bit selfish when I gamble. So when he made me the promise that he would let me "gamble to my heart's content," I knew exactly what the poor guy was in for.
Disclaimer: I am not proud of the fact that I enjoy gambling. In fact, I have come to the realization that I am very bad at it. Casinos love me. What does that tell you? Well... they don't really love me, they tolerate me enough to lure me back every chance they get. And I blindly oblige. Thank you very much for the "free" upgrade to a beautiful suite with all the amenities Mr. Rich Guy who now has more of my money than I do.... and don't forget those "free" meals.... Hah! How stupid do they think I am? Do NOT answer that!
Okay, back to my story. I received a "gift" in the mail from Harrah's. 4 free nights (woohoo) and the chance to use all my bonus credits by purchasing gifts in the annual "Gift Wrap-Up Give Away." I have accumulated what sounds like a huge amount of points..... about 25,000 to be exact. Found out that equates to about $120-150 worth of over-priced merchandise. Short story long... I reserved a suite at the RIO for 4 nights,,,, fully aware that we would not be staying there for any of the 4 nights. But I figured Ron would have a comfortable spot to nap, watch TV, have a snack, rest his legs..... and relax while I "gamble to my heart's content" as he put it.
End result? We crept into our St. George timeshare around 6:30am....just as the sun was etching its way into the eastern horizon.
Insult to injury...did I win? Let's just say that somebody's name will be crossed off my Christmas list... or downgraded from "purchase nice gift" to "it's the thought that counts."
Is it time for a 12-step addiction recovery program? You be the judge. First you might want to ask if it was your name that got downgraded on my Christmas list :-) Do you think when we return to the hotel to check out after our "non-stay," I can make it through the casino without stopping? Guess you'll have to wait for my update.
Now... back to my opening statement----Yes. I can party all night long just like young people under 30. So give me a big high-five and air knuckles. What does that prove? Nothing. I don't even care about being able to pull an all-nighter. Nor do I give a rat's cheese about what they think of me. In fact, I'm a bit embarrassed to admit that I was stupid enough to miss out on some much earned and much needed sleep (not to mention stupid enough to spend money doing so). After all, the only thing gained by my childish behavior is the addition of a few more mouth lines and eye wrinkles... Oh, and of course, another "free" offer will be on its way before I can click on the "Publish Post" button.
By the way, Here is something you may not know .... They no longer call it "gambling." It's now referred to as "Gaming." Why? Because when people "gamble," there is a chance or possibility they could hit a good-sized jackpot or at least win something to walk out with--and that used to happen rather frequently. They now refer to it as "Gaming" because it's considered entertainment---like a video game that charges money for every move. No one is expected to actually come out a winner.
Sort of takes the fun out of it..... And how entertaining is that?
Yesterday (I think it was yesterday,) Ron and I took off for St. George ... via a promised stop-off in Las Vegas. Word of advice ... Vegas is probably not the best --- "drop in for a little rest" spot on your way to Southern Utah. Just saying.
So, I got this "idea" while scheming...(did I say that out loud? Nope, think I just wrote it,).... to convince my honey to make a stop in Vegas. He was 100% opposed to spending a night in Vegas. Period. Instead, he promised me we could stop in Vegas so I could hit the penny slots --- you know I'm hooked --- and he could stretch his legs for a bit. Sure, sure. I knew how that would play out. I would be merrily engaged in my quest for bonus free spins and jackpots via those fabulous penny machines (which by the way can be more deadly than a dollar machine---truly!!), and Ron would stand close by doing every normal husband's "can we go now" routine.... which looks like: rolling their eyes, pursing their lips, sighing, slyly glancing at their watch in a manner that their wives couldn't miss, and with increasing frequency, asking their wives if they are almost done yet. I don't blame Ron for this. I get, let's just say, a teensy-weensy bit selfish when I gamble. So when he made me the promise that he would let me "gamble to my heart's content," I knew exactly what the poor guy was in for.
Disclaimer: I am not proud of the fact that I enjoy gambling. In fact, I have come to the realization that I am very bad at it. Casinos love me. What does that tell you? Well... they don't really love me, they tolerate me enough to lure me back every chance they get. And I blindly oblige. Thank you very much for the "free" upgrade to a beautiful suite with all the amenities Mr. Rich Guy who now has more of my money than I do.... and don't forget those "free" meals.... Hah! How stupid do they think I am? Do NOT answer that!
Okay, back to my story. I received a "gift" in the mail from Harrah's. 4 free nights (woohoo) and the chance to use all my bonus credits by purchasing gifts in the annual "Gift Wrap-Up Give Away." I have accumulated what sounds like a huge amount of points..... about 25,000 to be exact. Found out that equates to about $120-150 worth of over-priced merchandise. Short story long... I reserved a suite at the RIO for 4 nights,,,, fully aware that we would not be staying there for any of the 4 nights. But I figured Ron would have a comfortable spot to nap, watch TV, have a snack, rest his legs..... and relax while I "gamble to my heart's content" as he put it.
End result? We crept into our St. George timeshare around 6:30am....just as the sun was etching its way into the eastern horizon.
Insult to injury...did I win? Let's just say that somebody's name will be crossed off my Christmas list... or downgraded from "purchase nice gift" to "it's the thought that counts."
Is it time for a 12-step addiction recovery program? You be the judge. First you might want to ask if it was your name that got downgraded on my Christmas list :-) Do you think when we return to the hotel to check out after our "non-stay," I can make it through the casino without stopping? Guess you'll have to wait for my update.
Now... back to my opening statement----Yes. I can party all night long just like young people under 30. So give me a big high-five and air knuckles. What does that prove? Nothing. I don't even care about being able to pull an all-nighter. Nor do I give a rat's cheese about what they think of me. In fact, I'm a bit embarrassed to admit that I was stupid enough to miss out on some much earned and much needed sleep (not to mention stupid enough to spend money doing so). After all, the only thing gained by my childish behavior is the addition of a few more mouth lines and eye wrinkles... Oh, and of course, another "free" offer will be on its way before I can click on the "Publish Post" button.
By the way, Here is something you may not know .... They no longer call it "gambling." It's now referred to as "Gaming." Why? Because when people "gamble," there is a chance or possibility they could hit a good-sized jackpot or at least win something to walk out with--and that used to happen rather frequently. They now refer to it as "Gaming" because it's considered entertainment---like a video game that charges money for every move. No one is expected to actually come out a winner.
Sort of takes the fun out of it..... And how entertaining is that?
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Day 411, Gender Bias
I've decided that my new car is female, which is odd since all my previous cars have been male. How do I know? I have no idea. Every car I've owned as just "seemed" like a boy car to me---hence, they all were given boy names. My daughter's car is definitely male---You can't have a cute name like Rolly Polly and not be a boy. My "I wanna be an SUV when I grow up" CRV (buck teeth and all,) was most certainly a male. He reminded me of an adolescent boy, still in that awkward stage of puberty. Camry? Boy. Civic? Boy. Toyota truck? Duh, BOY (thought all trucks were boys, but my husband assures me that "guys" think of their trucks as "girls"). Chevy Nova? Teenage boy. Chevy Malibu? Young Adult male. Vega Wagon? Tough as nails toddler boy, all the way. Honda Odyssey? Not just a boy, a grown up man!
But my sleek, pearl, Accord EXL-Navi V6? She's a woman! A fit, sexy, classy female complete with accessories.
Should I be disturbed by this?
But my sleek, pearl, Accord EXL-Navi V6? She's a woman! A fit, sexy, classy female complete with accessories.
Should I be disturbed by this?
Monday, November 8, 2010
Day 410, And Who IS Counting?
Today's blog is about trust. BUT FIRST, a word from our sponsor....
Just say the word, "FLEA" and I will begin to itch all over my body. I know it's all in my head because I can look at the spot that feels like there is a flea on it, and see nothing. I watch....as nothing crawls along my skin, and I feel it when nothing bites me. I am certain that nothing is there because I feel my little nothing bugs everywhere...... Under my shirt, on my scalp, between my toes, even behind my elbow. And I'm telling you... these little invisible nothing bugs bite!!! When did I first notice I had a nothing bug infestation? When Ellen showed me a flea on our dog. Since then, the nothing bugs have moved into our house. Even Ron is doing the "I'm being bit by something...but nothing is there!!" dance.
Okay, back to our regularly scheduled program.
It's all about trust. T-R-U-S-T..... Hmmm. I've been thinking about this word for a few weeks now, ever since somebody handed me a book on the subject. Naturally, I have been asking myself why this somebody felt the need to loan me their book. After all, I consider myself a trustworthy person. I trust people, and I assume (there's that no-no word), that people trust me as well. But what is trust? What makes a person trustworthy? And what exactly is it that we are trusting people to do, say, be? To always tell the truth? Really? Always? Even when your hair looks like crapola and your homemade soup is less than stellar? Okay before I begin my rants on trust... let's get some of the rules straight on telling the truth....
There are times when you do not need to tell the truth. I'm sorry if that offends some people, but really, sometimes it is better to keep your mouth SHUT! You don't need to tell me that I look like I'm gaining weight. You don't need to tell me that I'm at the perfect age for a mini facelift (translation, in case you are wondering---"You are looking old!") And you do not need to point out that one of my eyes is bigger than the other---it's obvious everytime I look at a picture of myself. Now... Do I want to know when there is something green on my teeth? Yes. And I trust people to tell me, doggone it. So why did I find a piece of lettuce stuck on my tooth yesterday? Do I want to know when my breath smells? Uhm, Yeah! Duh! Offer me a piece of gum, a mint, a sprig of parsley... anything... but don't leave me hanging...unaware of the green fumes hovering around my mouth. Do I want to know if my hair looks horrible? No. Not really. I pretty much corner the market on that one. Don't need it rubbed in my face. Do I want to know if something I said hurt somebody's feelings? HecAbsolutely!! Please!!! Please tell me that I was an idiot, a fool, a horrible person, an insensitive poop, a heartless cow, a class A beyo-itch.... but for the love of Pete,,,, DO NOT tell everyone else in the world and then act like nothing is wrong to my face. I can take it, truly. And I promise to apologize, and mean it. Trust me ;)
So,,, lesson one in my trust blog---No. You do not have to ALWAYS tell the truth in order to be trustworthy. You just have to be trusted to know when it's okay (and recommended) that you keep your thoughts to yourself.
As I read my "borrowed" book on trust, I will share some pearls of wisdom with you. You know you want them. I trust that you will spread the word. Please... feel free to share your own opinion on the subject.
Just say the word, "FLEA" and I will begin to itch all over my body. I know it's all in my head because I can look at the spot that feels like there is a flea on it, and see nothing. I watch....as nothing crawls along my skin, and I feel it when nothing bites me. I am certain that nothing is there because I feel my little nothing bugs everywhere...... Under my shirt, on my scalp, between my toes, even behind my elbow. And I'm telling you... these little invisible nothing bugs bite!!! When did I first notice I had a nothing bug infestation? When Ellen showed me a flea on our dog. Since then, the nothing bugs have moved into our house. Even Ron is doing the "I'm being bit by something...but nothing is there!!" dance.
Okay, back to our regularly scheduled program.
It's all about trust. T-R-U-S-T..... Hmmm. I've been thinking about this word for a few weeks now, ever since somebody handed me a book on the subject. Naturally, I have been asking myself why this somebody felt the need to loan me their book. After all, I consider myself a trustworthy person. I trust people, and I assume (there's that no-no word), that people trust me as well. But what is trust? What makes a person trustworthy? And what exactly is it that we are trusting people to do, say, be? To always tell the truth? Really? Always? Even when your hair looks like crapola and your homemade soup is less than stellar? Okay before I begin my rants on trust... let's get some of the rules straight on telling the truth....
There are times when you do not need to tell the truth. I'm sorry if that offends some people, but really, sometimes it is better to keep your mouth SHUT! You don't need to tell me that I look like I'm gaining weight. You don't need to tell me that I'm at the perfect age for a mini facelift (translation, in case you are wondering---"You are looking old!") And you do not need to point out that one of my eyes is bigger than the other---it's obvious everytime I look at a picture of myself. Now... Do I want to know when there is something green on my teeth? Yes. And I trust people to tell me, doggone it. So why did I find a piece of lettuce stuck on my tooth yesterday? Do I want to know when my breath smells? Uhm, Yeah! Duh! Offer me a piece of gum, a mint, a sprig of parsley... anything... but don't leave me hanging...unaware of the green fumes hovering around my mouth. Do I want to know if my hair looks horrible? No. Not really. I pretty much corner the market on that one. Don't need it rubbed in my face. Do I want to know if something I said hurt somebody's feelings? HecAbsolutely!! Please!!! Please tell me that I was an idiot, a fool, a horrible person, an insensitive poop, a heartless cow, a class A beyo-itch.... but for the love of Pete,,,, DO NOT tell everyone else in the world and then act like nothing is wrong to my face. I can take it, truly. And I promise to apologize, and mean it. Trust me ;)
So,,, lesson one in my trust blog---No. You do not have to ALWAYS tell the truth in order to be trustworthy. You just have to be trusted to know when it's okay (and recommended) that you keep your thoughts to yourself.
As I read my "borrowed" book on trust, I will share some pearls of wisdom with you. You know you want them. I trust that you will spread the word. Please... feel free to share your own opinion on the subject.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Day 409, Oktober Fest! Let's go German!!
Funny how I'm only "German" when it suits me :) Hmmm. Today, in the spirit of tradition, Ron and I went to the Village in Lake Arrowhead to enjoy the German festivities of Oktober Fest... minus the beer, naturally. Although, I secretly must admit that the people raising their beer steins in time with the music, seemed to be having a whole lot of fun!! Instead of beer, I raised a coke and carmel cluster. Go Me!
So... I have a story for you. Thursday night was "Ladies' Night Out" for me and my hilarious former co-workers. It began with a jewelry party---wherein the ladies were all quite "spirited" (if you catch my drift.) Following the party, we headed over to Pechanga for dinner and penny slots. Is it possible to get a concussion from laughing too hard? I think so. Anyhow, at the risk of sounding like somebody with a need for a twelve step recovery program, I did not leave the casino until 1:30 in the morning. I admit, I was a little ashamed of myself, but that was eclipsed by the thought of getting "caught" being so irresponsible by my family. Fortunately, when I drove up, the house was dark and silent. I actually snuck into my own house... very careful not to awaken anybody---especially not my husband. I discreetly slid into bed, just as if I had been there all along, and had only gotten up to use the bathroom. I hit the sheets a few minutes before 2am...totally un-noticed. Mission accomplished.
Now,,, how ridiculous is that? I am 48 years old, and I am sneaking around like a man going through a mid-life crisis. Pathetic.
Then,,, there was the morning after. (There's got to be a morning after!!) My 21-year-old son (going on 90---he's an old soul in a young body,) positioned himself in the doorway as I sleepily sat with my laptop checking what was left of my bank account. "So...What time did you get in Mom?" "Um,,, uh... why?" "Because I waited up for you until after midnight...and you never came home. You didn't even call! I finally gave up and fell asleep. I figured I must have missed you... cuz I know my mom would never stay out past midnight... not on a work night!" "Well... uh, I came in right after that." Busted. "So, what were you doing until after midnight?" "Um, just hanging out... laughing... having fun. Nothing really."
Aye aye aye... is that pathetic, or what? Can you say ROLE REVERSAL?
My husband's response to all this? Rolled eyes and a knowing nod. He's been to Vegas with me too many times to believe a word I say.
Is that okay?
So... I have a story for you. Thursday night was "Ladies' Night Out" for me and my hilarious former co-workers. It began with a jewelry party---wherein the ladies were all quite "spirited" (if you catch my drift.) Following the party, we headed over to Pechanga for dinner and penny slots. Is it possible to get a concussion from laughing too hard? I think so. Anyhow, at the risk of sounding like somebody with a need for a twelve step recovery program, I did not leave the casino until 1:30 in the morning. I admit, I was a little ashamed of myself, but that was eclipsed by the thought of getting "caught" being so irresponsible by my family. Fortunately, when I drove up, the house was dark and silent. I actually snuck into my own house... very careful not to awaken anybody---especially not my husband. I discreetly slid into bed, just as if I had been there all along, and had only gotten up to use the bathroom. I hit the sheets a few minutes before 2am...totally un-noticed. Mission accomplished.
Now,,, how ridiculous is that? I am 48 years old, and I am sneaking around like a man going through a mid-life crisis. Pathetic.
Then,,, there was the morning after. (There's got to be a morning after!!) My 21-year-old son (going on 90---he's an old soul in a young body,) positioned himself in the doorway as I sleepily sat with my laptop checking what was left of my bank account. "So...What time did you get in Mom?" "Um,,, uh... why?" "Because I waited up for you until after midnight...and you never came home. You didn't even call! I finally gave up and fell asleep. I figured I must have missed you... cuz I know my mom would never stay out past midnight... not on a work night!" "Well... uh, I came in right after that." Busted. "So, what were you doing until after midnight?" "Um, just hanging out... laughing... having fun. Nothing really."
Aye aye aye... is that pathetic, or what? Can you say ROLE REVERSAL?
My husband's response to all this? Rolled eyes and a knowing nod. He's been to Vegas with me too many times to believe a word I say.
Is that okay?
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Day 408, If You Really Knew Me....
This is for you, Raechel!
Obviously, me numbering my days is meaningless... but hey, this works for me. So,,, tonight we are going to play "If You Really Knew Me..." Feel free to respond with your own. I would love to hear from you.
So here goes....
If you really knew me, you would know that....
1. I love having my feet rubbed.
2. I love Saturday and Sunday when it's cold outside and I don't have to be anywhere...because then I get to play "homemaker," and that makes me smile.
3. I enjoy baking for people who don't care about calories.
4. I love Lizts' Hungarian Rhapsodies.
5. I love to write.... about anything and everything. I would love for writing to be my full-time occupation.
6. I think my husband is amazingly handsome.
7. I love things that sparkle.
8. I love to wrap Christmas presents.
9. I live with chronic pain in my neck, and I have headaches at least 3 times a week.
10. I like bow-legged men.
11. Halloween decorations make me happy for two reasons---first, because they symbolize my favorite time of year, and second, they are a sign that the Holidays are approaching.
12. I love squishing my toes in mud.
13. I love the smell of apples and cinnamon.
14. I am claustrophobic.
15. Even though I absolutely love our view, everytime I walk into my house, I feel like the walls are closing in on me. There is not one area of our house where it feels roomy or open, unless you look out the window.
16. My dream home is 2,700-3,500 square feet, has a large, open kitchen that opens into a great family room, has a bedroom suite on the ground floor, has a formal living room with a space for a baby grand piano, has an office where all incoming mail and pending paper work are out of view, has lots of windows, crown molding, a walk-in pantry, tall ceilings, and master bathroom with a jacuzzi tub that is separate from the shower!
17. My dream "place to live" is where it snows in December and January (only,) has a lot of rain during the Spring, has vibrant fall colors in Autumn, and Summers that never get over 100 degrees.
18. I love going on vacation with my husband.
19. I hope to have the kind of house where everyone wants to come and visit.....and grandchildren grow up with happy memories of their grandparents.
20. I like British TV 1,000 times more than American TV.
There you have it. Twenty things you would know about me, if you really knew me.
Your turn :-)
Obviously, me numbering my days is meaningless... but hey, this works for me. So,,, tonight we are going to play "If You Really Knew Me..." Feel free to respond with your own. I would love to hear from you.
So here goes....
If you really knew me, you would know that....
1. I love having my feet rubbed.
2. I love Saturday and Sunday when it's cold outside and I don't have to be anywhere...because then I get to play "homemaker," and that makes me smile.
3. I enjoy baking for people who don't care about calories.
4. I love Lizts' Hungarian Rhapsodies.
5. I love to write.... about anything and everything. I would love for writing to be my full-time occupation.
6. I think my husband is amazingly handsome.
7. I love things that sparkle.
8. I love to wrap Christmas presents.
9. I live with chronic pain in my neck, and I have headaches at least 3 times a week.
10. I like bow-legged men.
11. Halloween decorations make me happy for two reasons---first, because they symbolize my favorite time of year, and second, they are a sign that the Holidays are approaching.
12. I love squishing my toes in mud.
13. I love the smell of apples and cinnamon.
14. I am claustrophobic.
15. Even though I absolutely love our view, everytime I walk into my house, I feel like the walls are closing in on me. There is not one area of our house where it feels roomy or open, unless you look out the window.
16. My dream home is 2,700-3,500 square feet, has a large, open kitchen that opens into a great family room, has a bedroom suite on the ground floor, has a formal living room with a space for a baby grand piano, has an office where all incoming mail and pending paper work are out of view, has lots of windows, crown molding, a walk-in pantry, tall ceilings, and master bathroom with a jacuzzi tub that is separate from the shower!
17. My dream "place to live" is where it snows in December and January (only,) has a lot of rain during the Spring, has vibrant fall colors in Autumn, and Summers that never get over 100 degrees.
18. I love going on vacation with my husband.
19. I hope to have the kind of house where everyone wants to come and visit.....and grandchildren grow up with happy memories of their grandparents.
20. I like British TV 1,000 times more than American TV.
There you have it. Twenty things you would know about me, if you really knew me.
Your turn :-)
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Day 407, How big is Jane?
Yeah Jane!! When the house lights went up, and the music began, she was on her game! Big time :) The girl loves the spotlight. Is it overkill for a one-year-old to have fifty guests at her birthday party? Not when the guest of honor is a miracle baby. Jane enjoyed the attention today, and at some point, I am sure she realized she was the center of everyone's attention. And talk about a party!! Wow!
It's all about bringing families together. A truly nice day.
On another note... Did you catch General Conference this morning? How does Jeffrey R. Holland do it?
Day 406, Attention Deficit....Um....What was I saying?
It's one of those things that people have interesting pre-conceptions about--Attention Deficit Disorder. Can you tell by looking at this picture...which members of my family suffer from ADD? Have you watched an ADD person clean their house? How about an ADD person shopping at Costco? Now that's entertainment at its finest... if you have the patience.
I began my weekend with a Royal Pedicure at InStyle Nails. I seriously could handle having one of those every single night. There is just about nothing more relaxing to me than having my feet rubbed. Sigh!!
Today is Baby Jane's first birthday :-) This is a definite milestone for our little grandbaby. Tomorrow we will celebrate her big day with about 500 other people. Should I be jealous??? I am 48 years old, and I can't name 20 people who would come to my birthday party....Jane is only one, and there are at least a hundred people interested in her big day. Hmmmm.
I'm ready for my monthly Costco trip.
No ADD here.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Day 405, Payday
This was another one of those paydays that moms talk about and look forward to their whole lives. Picking up Andrew at the airport when he arrived home from his mission was definitely one of those moments....and I am still caught up in the joy of that. Having my amazing, beautiful, intelligent children all together for a few days, is another. I enjoyed the past four days immensely. Yesterday we added Ryan, Jen, and Jane to the mix, along with Grandma, Grandpa, Wes, Safa, Lane, and Lyden. Wes brought his camera, so we captured many memories on film. Aren't my girls just breathtakingly gorgeous??? I just think they are stunning!Yesterday was one of those "holiday" type days....lots of food, and family gathered around the table. We kept Jane overnight, an added bonus for sure.
This morning Andrew gave his report to the High Council...that was pretty cool. I was impressed by the maturity in his speaking. He has some great mission stories, and it is great to hear him share his learning experiences. I know he will treasure his mission forever.
It is just so great to have him home.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Day 404, I can sleep when I'm dead
Can I just say that I am so tired right now? I want my bed, my blanky, and my pillow. I've got nothing left today.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Day 403, Homecoming
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There he is.... Elder Logan.... Home from his mission to Peru. I cannot tell you how full of joy I was to hold my son again. This picture was taken moments after a tearful reunion. The joy I felt when I got to hug Andrew, is undescribable... The thought went through my mind that this was a taste of what the Celestial Kingdom would feel like. This was one of those "Pay days" that make motherhood the greatest blessing of all. The best feeling of all, was to have all four of my babies together again. Mama Hen's nest is full tonight,,, and that makes me happy.
There he is.... Elder Logan.... Home from his mission to Peru. I cannot tell you how full of joy I was to hold my son again. This picture was taken moments after a tearful reunion. The joy I felt when I got to hug Andrew, is undescribable... The thought went through my mind that this was a taste of what the Celestial Kingdom would feel like. This was one of those "Pay days" that make motherhood the greatest blessing of all. The best feeling of all, was to have all four of my babies together again. Mama Hen's nest is full tonight,,, and that makes me happy.Hugs to Andrew! Welcome home Son :) We love you.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Day 402, Almost only counts in horseshoes
Tomorrow is almost here!! Andrew called home tonight,,, he had 30 seconds to speak...long enough to tell me he was at the airport... Finally on his way home :) "Mom, you have 8 seconds, is there anything you want to tell me?" Andrew asked. "I love you; I can't wait to see you!" What else could I have said in 8 seconds? Don't forget to put on clean underwear? Did you remember to floss? "Are you sure you remembered everything?"
So now the real countdown begins. My son is on his way home, as I write this. Tomorrow, his sister will greet him in Salt Lake City, and then together, they will fly home.
What am I thinking at this moment? Yikes... Is there room for all four of my kids in my car? Can I fit their luggage in my trunk? Did Ellen and Taylor vacuum? Did they wash the towels? Are there clean sheets on the beds? Why is my refrigerator empty again? What am I going to feed them when they get here? What if they think I'm "Loser Mom" when they realize the cupboards are bare?
Or maybe... MAYBE,,, they are as excited to see me as I am to see them... and none of the other things matter. Yeah. I'll go with that.
Tomorrow will be a very good day :-)
So now the real countdown begins. My son is on his way home, as I write this. Tomorrow, his sister will greet him in Salt Lake City, and then together, they will fly home.
What am I thinking at this moment? Yikes... Is there room for all four of my kids in my car? Can I fit their luggage in my trunk? Did Ellen and Taylor vacuum? Did they wash the towels? Are there clean sheets on the beds? Why is my refrigerator empty again? What am I going to feed them when they get here? What if they think I'm "Loser Mom" when they realize the cupboards are bare?
Or maybe... MAYBE,,, they are as excited to see me as I am to see them... and none of the other things matter. Yeah. I'll go with that.
Tomorrow will be a very good day :-)
Monday, September 20, 2010
Day 401, Snoozin'
I can't seem to stay awake tonight... So, what am I going to do? I'm going to bed. Sometimes, ya just gotta throw in the towel.
Two more days till Andrew comes home.
Two more days till Andrew comes home.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Day 400, Birthdays Rock!
How cute is this? My Dad checking out my newly tinted windows. Thanks for the birthday gift Dad :) No, it's not my birthday.... not for a couple of months... but my Dad is awesome!! Early b-day present... and Mindy has tinted windows. I'm still in the honeymoon stage with my car...getting to know each other.
The real birthday celebration goes to Taylor,,, now known as Tucson Taylor. Today he turned 19. Wow. How did my kids get so old? Three more days till Andrew comes home....and then Taylor will be his new companion for the next 2 1/2 months. It's just so cool!
So, Raechel... darling... Looks like you are next on the birthday list. Hmmmm. I wonder.....
Aren't birthday's great?
Aren't birthday's great?
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