A couple of weeks ago, I went out of town for a week.
Before I left, I asked the Brain if he would like me to plan and shop for some dinners for while I was gone, or if I should just stock up on the makings for his all time favorite meal - peanut butter and grape jelly with ruffles chips. (Yes, it really is)
He actually surprised me by asking for a few dinner ideas, and specifically some crock pot ideas. I was just a tad skeptical about this whole thing (based on, oh -- 27 years of experience) but there's a first time for everything, right?
Here's what I left:
This is what made me laugh out loud when I came home:
I wonder what he ate?
(I was just happy that everything was in the dishwasher. Also I consider the presence of plates a bonus.)
Friday, February 3, 2012
Monday, December 26, 2011
The Last Santa Picture
I've written before about my favorite Christmas tradition; The Santa Picture. (incidentally, along with being a favorite tradition, that was one of my favorite posts) I have loved doing it for 25 years now, but this year, my kids started referring to it as the Year of the Awkward Picture.
See, they've always been told that they get OUT of the picture when they have a new baby to sit on Santa's lap and start their own little tradition. But this year, Hannah is married, and with their baby not coming until March - - who should be in the picture???
There were those who felt that Hannah's husband Andrew should not be subjected to the humiliation of the Santa picture, and then those who felt that hey, joining this family means all kinds of humiliation, and he might as well get used to it. I don't think Andrew really cared one way or the other - - at least he didn't vocalize it if he did.
As we discussed this Very Important Family Business, my mind started projecting outward several years - - and I could come up with Santa picture situations even MORE awkward than the current one. And really, if you decide not to get married young for whatever reason, should you be required by your mother to show up at age 25 (30? 35? 50?) to sit with Santa for a picture?
Awkward.
With a little (a lot of) sadness, we decided this tradition had run its course, and as Mimi's last year at home, this would be the Year of the Final Santa Picture.
And so with a little *sniff*, I give you- the very first (polaroid), and the very last (digital) Santa Pictures:
Hope your Christmas was wonderful!
See, they've always been told that they get OUT of the picture when they have a new baby to sit on Santa's lap and start their own little tradition. But this year, Hannah is married, and with their baby not coming until March - - who should be in the picture???
There were those who felt that Hannah's husband Andrew should not be subjected to the humiliation of the Santa picture, and then those who felt that hey, joining this family means all kinds of humiliation, and he might as well get used to it. I don't think Andrew really cared one way or the other - - at least he didn't vocalize it if he did.
As we discussed this Very Important Family Business, my mind started projecting outward several years - - and I could come up with Santa picture situations even MORE awkward than the current one. And really, if you decide not to get married young for whatever reason, should you be required by your mother to show up at age 25 (30? 35? 50?) to sit with Santa for a picture?
Awkward.
With a little (a lot of) sadness, we decided this tradition had run its course, and as Mimi's last year at home, this would be the Year of the Final Santa Picture.
And so with a little *sniff*, I give you- the very first (polaroid), and the very last (digital) Santa Pictures:
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Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Life.
I've been reading back-posts from my blog today.
I should be doing all sorts of Christmas-ish things, but instead I've laughed, cried, and rolled my eyes until they feel like they are coming unhinged. I remembered the person who wrote those posts. I like her and I kind of miss her.
Let's face it. 2011 has kicked my trash. We are still recovering from the last year's worth of life developments, and bracing for impact on some things that are coming toward us. I've felt like I've been through a battle... and while I'm still waiting for the smoke to clear... I think when it all settles I may actually be a better person.
Which is the good news and the bad news.
Because I distinctly remember last year about this time being told more than once that "all these things would give me experience"
...like that was a good thing.
And I wondered what the hell the experience was good for, besides just helping other people who would also have the opportunity to "gain experience". And wouldn't it be more efficient (I thought) to just put a stop to the entire cycle, and just have everyone be happy with no experience whatsoever.
And then it would occur to me that I had heard that plan somewhere before... and then I would shut it out of my head and stop analyzing it entirely.
But as it turns out, while "gaining experience" completely stinks when you are doing it, it does tend to give a person perspective, and empathy and compassion.
(For an amazing post on experience and compassion, read this post from Paul's new blog.)
I will probably always wonder if I did the last year as well as I could have. Being a new seminary teacher this year has given me lots of time to think about the different prophets and their trials. There were many of them who walked head-on into their trials without the benefit of good friends, family, home teachers, Diet Coke, Xanax, or even a Sonic (*gasp*), and it makes me a little weak in the knees thinking of all the crutches I have needed - to get through, well, nothing really. I mean, it's just LIFE. -
I look back and see things I should have said differently, things I should have paid more attention to, people's needs I should have been aware of...
but every time I start down that sad little memory lane, one of my favorite running sayings pops into my head:
Run when you can, walk if you have to, crawl if you must...
but finish the race.
but finish the race.
This year has been a combination of all of the above. But I am learning to do it better, and DANGIT I will finish this race one way or another. (See? I've even stopped swearing since paragraph 6. I'm doing better already!)
Believe it or not, I'm a relatively private person in real life. (I know.... narcissistic AND private. There's a combo you don't see every day!) I rarely cry or tear up in public. It's here that I allow myself a little bit of public emotion and reflection.
You're so glad you stopped by to witness it, right? ;)
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Ok, Here's What I want To Know...
Which stall in the ladies room gets the least traffic?
I'm betting that most people use the second one, because they think that most people will use the first one. Which is why I've recently switched to the first one.
Which one do you use?
I'm betting that most people use the second one, because they think that most people will use the first one. Which is why I've recently switched to the first one.
Which one do you use?
Friday, April 22, 2011
This Post Brought to You By ...Friday!
The happiest thing about my DVR is that I don't have to watch commercials anymore. It is SO rare that I watch live tv. In fact, sometimes I will just put a program on record, and then walk away for 15 minutes and do something else so I can then come back and watch without commercials.
The person who made the DVR should get the Express Elevator to heaven and free Route 44 Sonic Drinks for life. (privileges I have previously bequeathed only to Mother Teresa and Glenn Beck)
Unfortunately, my heavy handed use of the DVR also means that I miss the (rare) commercial that I actually like! In case you're like me, and you're wondering if you're missing something, here are a couple of commercials that I will slow down the "fast forward" button to watch:
I love the way that kid's eyebrow goes up at the end!
I guess these 2 have been around for about a year. But they're new to me!
I know this TMobile ad is new (ish)!
and here's my all-time favorite:
Happy Friday!
The person who made the DVR should get the Express Elevator to heaven and free Route 44 Sonic Drinks for life. (privileges I have previously bequeathed only to Mother Teresa and Glenn Beck)
Unfortunately, my heavy handed use of the DVR also means that I miss the (rare) commercial that I actually like! In case you're like me, and you're wondering if you're missing something, here are a couple of commercials that I will slow down the "fast forward" button to watch:
I love the way that kid's eyebrow goes up at the end!
I guess these 2 have been around for about a year. But they're new to me!
I know this TMobile ad is new (ish)!
and here's my all-time favorite:
Happy Friday!
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
of shoes, and ships, and sealing wax
My favorite kind of post. Random, with an even more random title. I have a lot to say these days, and nothing to say. Basically, things are busy, some days are better than others, and somehow the world just keeps on turning no matter how many times I stomp my foot and say I'm not playing anymore.
So here is an update of the random that has been going on - in no order whatsoever:
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So here is an update of the random that has been going on - in no order whatsoever:
- It occurred to me this morning that I forgot to use the basil I planted last summer to make pesto. Or for anything else. Maybe this year the basil will get planted in a spot where I don't have to walk around the back of the house to see it. Also - could someone text me every 2 weeks or so this summer and remind me to use the basil?
- I have finally run out of Gingerbread Tea. And by "run out" I mean - I just opened my last box. And I have already scoured the grocery store and there is no sign of it. As you might imagine, this makes me very anxious. Thank goodness for the Internets.
- Hannah and I have just completed season one of Hoarders. We would gag our way through an episode, and then come upstairs and clean something to make ourselves feel better. Lizzie wouldn't watch it more than once no matter how we begged her to come downstairs with us. Between you and me, I think the gag reflex on that little germophobe daughter works overtime. Mimi likes to watch with us when she has time, but she's a pretty busy chick these days.
- Also speaking of Hannah - we are up to our ears in Mexican food. Hannah craved it so much that we started a habit of eating it pretty much all the time. Not that it bothers me. At ALL. In fact, I feel sure I am getting close to having queso dip running through my veins and it's quite a happy sensation. Pretty sure my transformation will be complete by Easter.
- In other news: our new bishop is a democrat. Someone asked me on Sunday if I still thought the church is true. I may have to get back to you on that.**
- I have a stake calling right now and I truly stink at it. I'm sure the president is wondering what the heck she has gotten herself into. When I told The Brain last night that I was going to just call and say I can't do it anymore, he wanted to know why - - and then proceeded to tell me that if I would just get in and DO it, I would feel so much better. I hate when he's right.
- Diet Coke and I are better friends than ever. I keep thinking that giving it up would be a good idea, but then I remember that I am pretty much surviving on it right now. So I guess that's out. Seriously my comfort foods are Diet Coke, mashed potatoes, and tapioca pudding. If I gave up Diet Coke I would be as big as a house.
- Speaking of which, I am starting a new challenge on Monday. This one is only 8 weeks long, but it's focused on weight loss and fitness this time. The last couple of challenges I've been involved in I have wanted to do well.... but this one I want to WIN. Stay out of my way if you're playing. There will be No Mercy.
- I'm signed up for the Utah Valley Half Marathon in June. I feel good, and am quite ready to start running longer than the 4 milers I've been doing for the last month or so. I just hope I can keep the migraines under control this summer. I've got 2 more 1/2's in mind for the summer, and I'm going to see how it goes before I decide on a full marathon for the fall. The half is really my favorite distance -- but the full marathon seems like so much more of an accomplishment.
- This morning I had an awesome run in a misty rain. Thank heaven for wonderful running partners who will show up even if it's cold and rainy. My running partners are the main reason my running continues.
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Monday, April 18, 2011
Native-ity
Depending on where you live, there are just certain things I think it would be sad for you to miss. For example, if you lived in New York, and had never seen the Statue of Liberty or a Broadway Musical, I think that would be just ... just sad.
I've been thinking a lot about the amazing place in which I live, and how much I love it here, and things I think it would be just sad to never do!
So here is my list of things that a Colorado Native should not miss. You can see I have a ways to go!
If you're familiar with Colorado, what am I missing? And if you're not, what's on the Must Do List for where you live?
I've been thinking a lot about the amazing place in which I live, and how much I love it here, and things I think it would be just sad to never do!
So here is my list of things that a Colorado Native should not miss. You can see I have a ways to go!
- Climb a 14er
Run the Bolder Boulder- Fish in the Colorado River
Drive over Trail Ridge Road in Rocky Mountain National Park in the autumn.Tour the Coors plant in Golden- Go rafting on the Arkansas River
Pan for gold at a real gold mine
- Ski @ Crested Butte (some would say Vail or Aspen... but people from here don't ski there)
- Drive across Royal Gorge
See the dwellings of the Ancestral Puebloans (heaven forbid we call them "Indian ruins") at Mesa Verde.Attend a concert at Red Rocks( Dan Fogelberg. It was magical!)
- Eat in the vault of the Broker Restaurant in downtown Denver
Four Wheel over Imogene Pass into Telluride(NOT Black Bear Pass. Too scary)
- Go snowshoeing - pretty much anywhere
- Stay at the haunted Stanley Hotel in Estes Park
Ice Skate on Evergreen Lake- Ride the railroad from Silverton to Durango
Visit the Olympic Teams Training Center
If you're familiar with Colorado, what am I missing? And if you're not, what's on the Must Do List for where you live?
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Experiences
Last September my bishop pulled The Brain and I into his office to ask how our family was doing. I don't know if he knew he was opening the floodgates or not, but I suspect he did. Adoption is full of life changes no matter which perspective you're involved from, and frankly I don't handle change very well.
After we talked a bit, and cried together, he reminded me, "Well, we're here to have experiences. And you're definitely having one."
I've thought about it a lot. I have certainly had an experience.
I'm not going to sugar coat it. No matter how someone leaves your family I think there are floods of emotions involved. I imagined it would be very very very difficult. As it turns out --- my imagination? Not even close.
(...then again, when have I ever had an experience that turned out exactly as it did in my imagination?)
The adoption process was and continues to be the most difficult thing I've ever done.
Even though the past year was very, very, um, challenging, I won't say that it was the worst year of my life.
I have to remember that there were some incredible things during that same year.
I traveled in China and even ran on the Great Wall.
I pushed with handcarts 50 miles through Wyoming, where I had some life defining experiences.
I bought a witch hat in Salem, and found lighthouses in Maine.
I had experiences.
I had moments.
And as much as I didn't want it, I had growth.
I've been writing about the adoption story from my point of view. Someday I"ll share it, or at least parts of it.
One of the dumb things I do is --when I'm in crisis mode, I tend to pull inward and try my best to disappear... hence the past 6 months of no blogging. But I've missed it terribly. I hope I'll begin finding things to blog about again. And I hope they will be happy, fun things.
It's time to start looking for happy again.
After we talked a bit, and cried together, he reminded me, "Well, we're here to have experiences. And you're definitely having one."
I've thought about it a lot. I have certainly had an experience.
I'm not going to sugar coat it. No matter how someone leaves your family I think there are floods of emotions involved. I imagined it would be very very very difficult. As it turns out --- my imagination? Not even close.
(...then again, when have I ever had an experience that turned out exactly as it did in my imagination?)
The adoption process was and continues to be the most difficult thing I've ever done.
Even though the past year was very, very, um, challenging, I won't say that it was the worst year of my life.
I have to remember that there were some incredible things during that same year.
I traveled in China and even ran on the Great Wall.
I pushed with handcarts 50 miles through Wyoming, where I had some life defining experiences.
I bought a witch hat in Salem, and found lighthouses in Maine.
I had experiences.
I had moments.
And as much as I didn't want it, I had growth.
I've been writing about the adoption story from my point of view. Someday I"ll share it, or at least parts of it.
One of the dumb things I do is --when I'm in crisis mode, I tend to pull inward and try my best to disappear... hence the past 6 months of no blogging. But I've missed it terribly. I hope I'll begin finding things to blog about again. And I hope they will be happy, fun things.
It's time to start looking for happy again.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Miracles
I've been feeling like I should post for several weeks (ok months) now. I mean, I know how unfair it is to just leave you hanging and everything. I've probably started a hundred posts over the last couple of months, and none of them have said what I really felt. ...probably because what I really feel changes every single day - sometimes even by the minute.
But let me at least get you caught up.
We are counting down -- we're 11 days from the induction date. Hannah looks and feels really great, but as anyone who has been 9 months pregnant will remember, she is getting really really REALLY ready to be done.
I'm torn.
When people talk about adoption being a true gift from God, they are usually talking about adoptive parents who are searching for a miracle. And it IS a miracle for many of them.
I think a birth mom also gets a miracle. She gets to know that her baby is going to be taken care of in the very best home she can find, with the very best parents she can find, and she gets the chance to choose a different path for her life. It's a miracle all the way around, and I am incredibly grateful for it.
Having said that, it's also the most painful thing I've ever dealt with.
If I hadn't met Jolene in person, I'm pretty sure I would be under sedation right now.
But I love her. And she loves Hannah, and wants her to have a part in her family too. And she and her husband are so excited to have this brand new baby come to her family. And even though it will leave a giant hole in my heart, it's right.
I know in my head that it's the right thing. And I've been searching for peace to my heart. Most of my searching is done at 3 in the morning staring at the ceiling, - but last week in the temple, I had this thought that maybe I was praying for the wrong thing. Maybe finding peace in my heart isn't nearly as important as Hannah and Jolene finding and keeping the peace in their hearts. So that is my new prayer. And if you want send a few prayers out for them, that would be great too.
I'm sure that one day we will look back on this and feel all the joy that we're feeling right now without feeling all the pain. That day is what keeps me hanging on.
It IS a miracle.
But let me at least get you caught up.
We are counting down -- we're 11 days from the induction date. Hannah looks and feels really great, but as anyone who has been 9 months pregnant will remember, she is getting really really REALLY ready to be done.
I'm torn.
When people talk about adoption being a true gift from God, they are usually talking about adoptive parents who are searching for a miracle. And it IS a miracle for many of them.
I think a birth mom also gets a miracle. She gets to know that her baby is going to be taken care of in the very best home she can find, with the very best parents she can find, and she gets the chance to choose a different path for her life. It's a miracle all the way around, and I am incredibly grateful for it.
Having said that, it's also the most painful thing I've ever dealt with.
If I hadn't met Jolene in person, I'm pretty sure I would be under sedation right now.
(that's The Brain, me, Hannah, and Jolene)
I know in my head that it's the right thing. And I've been searching for peace to my heart. Most of my searching is done at 3 in the morning staring at the ceiling, - but last week in the temple, I had this thought that maybe I was praying for the wrong thing. Maybe finding peace in my heart isn't nearly as important as Hannah and Jolene finding and keeping the peace in their hearts. So that is my new prayer. And if you want send a few prayers out for them, that would be great too.
I'm sure that one day we will look back on this and feel all the joy that we're feeling right now without feeling all the pain. That day is what keeps me hanging on.
It IS a miracle.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Just Another Day
Me: Hey Mimi - Where'd you get that chocolate bar? (and can I have some???)
Mimi: Ummmm, I went to the grocery store with Tori during my off hour. (and sure)
Me: Hey, we've had this conversation before. If you want to leave the school grounds during school hours, you have to tell me in advance.
Mimi: {noncommittal shrug}
Me: Seriously. If you can't remember it on your own, I'll have to give you a reason to remember it.
Mimi: I guess.
Mimi: Am I still grounded from before?
Me: I don't know. My life is just so much easier when you're grounded.
Mimi: Is that really where you want to go with that? Because if it is, I'm going to give you a reason to remember it.
Oh.
Yeah.
It's virtually impossible to be annoyed at someone who has just given you chocolate. I think I'll just take her advice.
Mimi: Ummmm, I went to the grocery store with Tori during my off hour. (and sure)
Me: Hey, we've had this conversation before. If you want to leave the school grounds during school hours, you have to tell me in advance.
Mimi: {noncommittal shrug}
Me: Seriously. If you can't remember it on your own, I'll have to give you a reason to remember it.
Mimi: I guess.
Mimi: Am I still grounded from before?
Me: I don't know. My life is just so much easier when you're grounded.
Mimi: Is that really where you want to go with that? Because if it is, I'm going to give you a reason to remember it.
Oh.
Yeah.
It's virtually impossible to be annoyed at someone who has just given you chocolate. I think I'll just take her advice.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
The Party
Hello my neglected blog friends!
Blogging has taken a little bit of a backseat in my life these days. You might have noticed.
I don't even remember the last time I was on my google reader.
I just popped in today to say "Hi" and "I miss you guys!"
I'll be back to catch up one of these days, but in the mean time, here's a link to the best blog post I've read in a long time. Maybe EVER.
(thanks for the link, Dave!)
( I have no idea if this has already made the blog rounds.... I've been srsly out of it... But even if it has, well, it's worth reading again.)
Blogging has taken a little bit of a backseat in my life these days. You might have noticed.
I don't even remember the last time I was on my google reader.
I just popped in today to say "Hi" and "I miss you guys!"
I'll be back to catch up one of these days, but in the mean time, here's a link to the best blog post I've read in a long time. Maybe EVER.
(thanks for the link, Dave!)
( I have no idea if this has already made the blog rounds.... I've been srsly out of it... But even if it has, well, it's worth reading again.)
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Some People Should Just Be Banned From Texting
Reasons why I should not be allowed to text:
1) I'm just slow.
In the beginning of my texting career, I would get a text from one of my children, and then while trying to respond, I would get another text asking if I was there. And then another asking if I was going to respond. But, you know, to see what the new messages were, I would have to exit the message I was working on, and then re-find it again, thus doubling or tripling my already lagging response time.
I soon figured out that it was faster just to start another text.
(I'm pretty sure my extensive draft folder is most of the reason my phone has the response time of a retail cashier on Dec 23rd.)
I knew I'd really taken a looong lonnng time (in teen years) if I ever got the phone call. Seriously, my kids would rather bite off their own fingers than call me in front of their friends.
"MOM WHERE ARE YOU!?" - urgently whispered into the receiver means I have been incredibly slow, and they needed to know if they could get permission for the whatever thing within a reasonable 27 seconds or so after they sent the text.
2) Apparently, I don't know when I'm insulting people.
See, to try to improve my response time, I changed my tactic to the One Word Answer. Here's a little tip for you. The One Word Answer,in some texting circles, is thought of as the highest of insults .
"Your mom said "YES"? Wow. That's cold, man."
3) My word predictor is insane and does NOT predict words that actual people would use in a sentence. On the up side though, I think I have finally trained it to predict the word "quesadilla" instead of "question" when I type "ques". In case you were wondering, I did that by adding the word quesadilla to the end of every text I sent over about 3 weeks time.
4) My keyboard is so tiny, that even if I DO mostly get the words right, I rarely get all the spaces. For some reason, I am much more likely to get a . (period) or no space at all, thus making the word predictor even crazier than usual.
5) I have completely given up on using punctuation on purpose. It takes too long to access an apostrophe, anyway. Remember - - we're on a timer here, and youre gong toknow what im sying anyway. Punctuation that happens on accident is just a bonus.
* this one drives Mimi crazy enough that she will actually text back corrections.
6) And finally, I never really look at what I've texted until it is in "send" mode, at which point it is too late to call it back. Fortunately, most people are willing to interpret my texts - sort of like a first grade teacher reads her students papers. For example, I sent this one recently -
"Hey! if there areatill plums on the free you should bring some.ome"
Which obviously was supposed to be
"Hey! If there are still plums on the tree, you should bring some home!"
Here's how my family would handle that text:
The Brain would probably not see it because he keeps his phone on silent.
Mimi would text back corrections.
Brandon would text back "if there areatill plums on the free, I'm etng tem."
Lizzie would txt back "lol... I don't get it."
Hannah actually brought plums home.
So if my name ever pops up in your inbox, it's not that I'm trying to be insulting or cryptic, you've just got to remember that the emphasis is on speed, not accuracy. I know that you'll eventually figure it out, or just ignore it and frankly, I've decided to be ok with either one.
quesadilla.
1) I'm just slow.
In the beginning of my texting career, I would get a text from one of my children, and then while trying to respond, I would get another text asking if I was there. And then another asking if I was going to respond. But, you know, to see what the new messages were, I would have to exit the message I was working on, and then re-find it again, thus doubling or tripling my already lagging response time.
I soon figured out that it was faster just to start another text.
(I'm pretty sure my extensive draft folder is most of the reason my phone has the response time of a retail cashier on Dec 23rd.)
I knew I'd really taken a looong lonnng time (in teen years) if I ever got the phone call. Seriously, my kids would rather bite off their own fingers than call me in front of their friends.
"MOM WHERE ARE YOU!?" - urgently whispered into the receiver means I have been incredibly slow, and they needed to know if they could get permission for the whatever thing within a reasonable 27 seconds or so after they sent the text.
2) Apparently, I don't know when I'm insulting people.
See, to try to improve my response time, I changed my tactic to the One Word Answer. Here's a little tip for you. The One Word Answer,in some texting circles, is thought of as the highest of insults .
"Your mom said "YES"? Wow. That's cold, man."
3) My word predictor is insane and does NOT predict words that actual people would use in a sentence. On the up side though, I think I have finally trained it to predict the word "quesadilla" instead of "question" when I type "ques". In case you were wondering, I did that by adding the word quesadilla to the end of every text I sent over about 3 weeks time.
4) My keyboard is so tiny, that even if I DO mostly get the words right, I rarely get all the spaces. For some reason, I am much more likely to get a . (period) or no space at all, thus making the word predictor even crazier than usual.
5) I have completely given up on using punctuation on purpose. It takes too long to access an apostrophe, anyway. Remember - - we're on a timer here, and youre gong toknow what im sying anyway. Punctuation that happens on accident is just a bonus.
* this one drives Mimi crazy enough that she will actually text back corrections.
6) And finally, I never really look at what I've texted until it is in "send" mode, at which point it is too late to call it back. Fortunately, most people are willing to interpret my texts - sort of like a first grade teacher reads her students papers. For example, I sent this one recently -
"Hey! if there areatill plums on the free you should bring some.ome"
Which obviously was supposed to be
"Hey! If there are still plums on the tree, you should bring some home!"
Here's how my family would handle that text:
The Brain would probably not see it because he keeps his phone on silent.
Mimi would text back corrections.
Brandon would text back "if there areatill plums on the free, I'm etng tem."
Lizzie would txt back "lol... I don't get it."
Hannah actually brought plums home.
So if my name ever pops up in your inbox, it's not that I'm trying to be insulting or cryptic, you've just got to remember that the emphasis is on speed, not accuracy. I know that you'll eventually figure it out, or just ignore it and frankly, I've decided to be ok with either one.
quesadilla.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Let's Go to New England!
Yep. That was the little phrase that saved my sanity.
And then occasionally in the ensuing weeks - he would walk around humming "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year". Because, well, we all know how I feel about fall.
And then he really made it happen LAST WEEK, and it was everything we hoped it would be, except for the part where we didn't stay for weeks. Because I'm pretty sure that at least one of us was kinda hoping for that. But "New England for Two Weeks In the Fall" is way more than 5 words, and way more than our budget could handle, even if you count all the frequent flyer miles, so it couldn't work out at all. But hey, 4 days in New England in the fall? AWE-SOME.
Now, I know I promised pictures, but here's the thing.
One of us (who shall remain nameless) was offered a really great camera for Christmas a couple of years ago. But said person (who I think we have already established has mental problems) turned down the camera offer because it seemed really bulky and, you know, that person would have to carry it around and stuff. And it really didn't seem that important when you could get a perfectly good camera the size of a credit card which would fit in your pocket or purse (I mean if you were the gender that would carry a purse) (not that there's anything wrong with that) and keep your hands free for other things. Like 44oz drinks.
Anyway, the other person in our marriage (who shall also remain nameless) really kind of wanted the camera and wanted to be able to figure out cool effects and stuff and so either way we ended up with this great (and heavy) camera. Which one of us uses A LOT. And so, if you were the other person, you might think to yourself - "hey! why carry around 2 cameras, when one of us takes really great pictures and has this really great camera. I mean, look at all the room in your pocket you could save if you didn't take that camera. You could even carry an extra pack of gum or something."
Or some other completely random - yet clearly RATIONAL thought such as that.
In any case, as it turns out, only one of us carried a camera and took pictures and hasn't downloaded or edited them yet, while the other of us only has a few measly pictures from a phone camera.
Here are the 5 (yes, five) random pictures I took.
Some cool church in downtown Boston.
Cemetary pictures from my morning run in Salem, MA. I liked these headstones because they are so close together, and i like to think its a sweet old married couple.
Blurry photo from 55 miles an hour in a 45 mph zone.
This is what happens when city planners have a bad day, and still have to come up with a town name to put on the sign.
I was still laughing 14 miles later. And I will tell you that I'm much more likely to stop for gas in a town named Effingham, than a town with a regular old name like Freedom. Well, idk, Freedom is really a pretty good name for a town.
More pictures coming... eventually.
And then occasionally in the ensuing weeks - he would walk around humming "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year". Because, well, we all know how I feel about fall.
And then he really made it happen LAST WEEK, and it was everything we hoped it would be, except for the part where we didn't stay for weeks. Because I'm pretty sure that at least one of us was kinda hoping for that. But "New England for Two Weeks In the Fall" is way more than 5 words, and way more than our budget could handle, even if you count all the frequent flyer miles, so it couldn't work out at all. But hey, 4 days in New England in the fall? AWE-SOME.
Now, I know I promised pictures, but here's the thing.
One of us (who shall remain nameless) was offered a really great camera for Christmas a couple of years ago. But said person (who I think we have already established has mental problems) turned down the camera offer because it seemed really bulky and, you know, that person would have to carry it around and stuff. And it really didn't seem that important when you could get a perfectly good camera the size of a credit card which would fit in your pocket or purse (I mean if you were the gender that would carry a purse) (not that there's anything wrong with that) and keep your hands free for other things. Like 44oz drinks.
Anyway, the other person in our marriage (who shall also remain nameless) really kind of wanted the camera and wanted to be able to figure out cool effects and stuff and so either way we ended up with this great (and heavy) camera. Which one of us uses A LOT. And so, if you were the other person, you might think to yourself - "hey! why carry around 2 cameras, when one of us takes really great pictures and has this really great camera. I mean, look at all the room in your pocket you could save if you didn't take that camera. You could even carry an extra pack of gum or something."
Or some other completely random - yet clearly RATIONAL thought such as that.
In any case, as it turns out, only one of us carried a camera and took pictures and hasn't downloaded or edited them yet, while the other of us only has a few measly pictures from a phone camera.
Here are the 5 (yes, five) random pictures I took.
Some cool church in downtown Boston.
Cemetary pictures from my morning run in Salem, MA. I liked these headstones because they are so close together, and i like to think its a sweet old married couple.
Blurry photo from 55 miles an hour in a 45 mph zone.
This is what happens when city planners have a bad day, and still have to come up with a town name to put on the sign.
I was still laughing 14 miles later. And I will tell you that I'm much more likely to stop for gas in a town named Effingham, than a town with a regular old name like Freedom. Well, idk, Freedom is really a pretty good name for a town.
More pictures coming... eventually.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
5 Happy Words
The Brain Deserves An Award.
Well, more than one, but I'm talking about some sort of trophy or badge or recognition just for being able to stay married to someone who is somewhat - let's call it "psychiatrically challenged" at times.
I had kind of a rough July. There were running injuries. There were vehicle issues. There were daughters with life changing news. There was youth conference coming. And there was a random myriad of other things. At several different points, I was quite sure that my head was going to explode from trying to solve so many problems on so many different levels. And so I sat down and cried.
Well, if I were completely truthful, I would tell you that first I yelled, and then I cried, and then I ranted a little bit, and there may have even been some swearing involved - for sure in my head if not out loud. (That part's a little foggy.) (Thank heavens) And then, even after I wasn't very nice, and even though he was dealing with all the same issues (except he also had a mentally, uh, "fragile" wife to deal with), he let me cry on his shoulder, and he said all the important things I needed to hear, and he did it multiple times during that month.
One of the main things he said - that I used as a life raft to get through the month - was a little 5 word phrase.
Not this one:
I Love You So Much
(though he did say that)
or this one:
You Can Do Hard Things
(but he did say that too)
or even
The Chocolate is Ready Now
(can you believe he found even happier words than those?)
but his little mystery phrase DID get me through July, and it got me through most of August, too. Tomorrow I'll tell you what it was, and I'll even have some pictures for you!
You can try to guess mine if you want, but I'd rather hear YOUR 5 word happy phrase. What would pull you out of an uberfunk?
Well, more than one, but I'm talking about some sort of trophy or badge or recognition just for being able to stay married to someone who is somewhat - let's call it "psychiatrically challenged" at times.
I had kind of a rough July. There were running injuries. There were vehicle issues. There were daughters with life changing news. There was youth conference coming. And there was a random myriad of other things. At several different points, I was quite sure that my head was going to explode from trying to solve so many problems on so many different levels. And so I sat down and cried.
Well, if I were completely truthful, I would tell you that first I yelled, and then I cried, and then I ranted a little bit, and there may have even been some swearing involved - for sure in my head if not out loud. (That part's a little foggy.) (Thank heavens) And then, even after I wasn't very nice, and even though he was dealing with all the same issues (except he also had a mentally, uh, "fragile" wife to deal with), he let me cry on his shoulder, and he said all the important things I needed to hear, and he did it multiple times during that month.
One of the main things he said - that I used as a life raft to get through the month - was a little 5 word phrase.
Not this one:
I Love You So Much
(though he did say that)
or this one:
You Can Do Hard Things
(but he did say that too)
or even
The Chocolate is Ready Now
(can you believe he found even happier words than those?)
but his little mystery phrase DID get me through July, and it got me through most of August, too. Tomorrow I'll tell you what it was, and I'll even have some pictures for you!
You can try to guess mine if you want, but I'd rather hear YOUR 5 word happy phrase. What would pull you out of an uberfunk?
Monday, September 13, 2010
Catalog Living
This site makes me laugh. It's full of catalog photos for which someone has written funny captions.
Like this one:
Like this one:
Elaine got the feeling that Gary planned to stay in the bathroom for a long time.
and this one:
Sure Gary’s out of town, but I’m perfectly capable of starting a fire in the fireplace by myself, thank you very much.
I sometimes wonder who does the staging for catalogs and what they are thinking.
Now I know. It's Elaine and Gary.
(*thanks adrienne!)
(*thanks adrienne!)
Friday, September 10, 2010
Life's Lessons
I wish I could have an advance schedule for my Life Lessons. Don't you think you could do better if you knew what God had on the agenda for you, and approximately when it was coming? I maintain that every kid should be born with a little schedule taped to his or her backside. I don't even need specifics...just give me a hint at what I'm supposed to be learning, and I'll be twice as fast to catch on! I could have really used something like this:
Randi's Life Lesson Schedule:
1970's:
Learn to be Flexible.
School is easier if you actually study.
Bell Bottoms don't look good on just anybody.
1980's:
Marry your best friend.
Trust the Lord.
Naps will not kill you.
1990's:
Don't wait "till the kids are old enough" to establish Family Night.
Follow the Prophet. Like NOW.
Try to choose happy
Naps will not kill you
2000's:
You can't always be the good guy AND a good mom
Prayer is for real
Curfews are also for real. And for a reason
Naps will not kill you
2010's
Whatever it is, try to look at it through an eternal filter.
Kids have agency.
You have to choose who you want to be.
Naps will not kill you
Some people just seem to go through life's crises so gracefully. I seem to fumble it around and hope for the best, especially when it's sort of sprung upon me. I've always done better with a little warning.
As this summer ends, I find myself very busy making and remaking plans with Hannah. The plans change all the time, constantly really, because one of us is very hormonal. And no, it's still not me.
Hannah is pregnant. Which means all the stress and emotions --times about eleventy billion.
She's getting ready to move home so she can have more support through the next few months. (baby in January) She's decided to place the baby for adoption, which is a decision I certainly support, but it does present it's own set of hurdles for all of us.
so add to my 2010's list:
Personal revelation comes in many forms
The priesthood is powerful.
Life is hard.
Service is the best way out.
It will be OK.
oh, and
Naps will not kill you
Randi's Life Lesson Schedule:
1970's:
Learn to be Flexible.
School is easier if you actually study.
Bell Bottoms don't look good on just anybody.
1980's:
Marry your best friend.
Trust the Lord.
Naps will not kill you.
1990's:
Don't wait "till the kids are old enough" to establish Family Night.
Follow the Prophet. Like NOW.
Try to choose happy
Naps will not kill you
2000's:
You can't always be the good guy AND a good mom
Prayer is for real
Curfews are also for real. And for a reason
Naps will not kill you
2010's
Whatever it is, try to look at it through an eternal filter.
Kids have agency.
You have to choose who you want to be.
Naps will not kill you
Some people just seem to go through life's crises so gracefully. I seem to fumble it around and hope for the best, especially when it's sort of sprung upon me. I've always done better with a little warning.
As this summer ends, I find myself very busy making and remaking plans with Hannah. The plans change all the time, constantly really, because one of us is very hormonal. And no, it's still not me.
Hannah is pregnant. Which means all the stress and emotions --times about eleventy billion.
She's getting ready to move home so she can have more support through the next few months. (baby in January) She's decided to place the baby for adoption, which is a decision I certainly support, but it does present it's own set of hurdles for all of us.
so add to my 2010's list:
Personal revelation comes in many forms
The priesthood is powerful.
Life is hard.
Service is the best way out.
It will be OK.
oh, and
Naps will not kill you
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Excitement! May! Be! Overrated!
I'm at my brother's house for the next day or two to watch the kids while their mom is having a New! Baby! and it's Very! Exciting!
Of course, the other 3 kids are so excited about the New! Baby! It has been one huge day of Energy! because how often in your life do you get a New! Baby! to come and live at your house, right?
So we went to the hospital after school to visit the New! Baby! and then dinner, and then we are all pretty much exhausted from all the excitement, but before we can wind down, the second grader has homework that must be completed, checked off, and signed. So with a heavy sigh, he gets it out and sits up to the table, only to discover that he can not find his spelling words. This, combined with the coming down from the New! Baby! high of the day is almost more than he can bear.
I shuffle around his homework book, while he goes to look in his backpack.
"Hey! Great news! I found your spelling words," I call.
His response?
"How is that great news!? I HATE math!"
Ahhhh. Well said, my friend.
I know the feeling.
Of course, the other 3 kids are so excited about the New! Baby! It has been one huge day of Energy! because how often in your life do you get a New! Baby! to come and live at your house, right?
So we went to the hospital after school to visit the New! Baby! and then dinner, and then we are all pretty much exhausted from all the excitement, but before we can wind down, the second grader has homework that must be completed, checked off, and signed. So with a heavy sigh, he gets it out and sits up to the table, only to discover that he can not find his spelling words. This, combined with the coming down from the New! Baby! high of the day is almost more than he can bear.
I shuffle around his homework book, while he goes to look in his backpack.
"Hey! Great news! I found your spelling words," I call.
His response?
"How is that great news!? I HATE math!"
Ahhhh. Well said, my friend.
I know the feeling.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Boys Will Be Girls
This makes me laugh, and completely cracks my girls up.
You guys want to split an ice cube or something?
You guys want to split an ice cube or something?
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Driving is the New Donkey Kong
16 is a strange age in Colorado right now. 16 years old used to mean driving. And by association, freedom.
...freedom from driving people to seminary...
Oh, we're not talking about me. Sorry.
The way the driving laws have been revised here - which I completely approve, btw - it has become sort of a tricky combination of things one would have to do to get a driver's license on one's 16th birthday.
There are different driver's ed requirements for different ages, there are numbers of practice hours you must log, both with and without a certified instructor, hours of driving in the dark vs when it's light outside, and there are just certain amounts of time you have to hold a driver's permit before you can be issued a license, depending on when your birthday falls. Then of course, there are the written and on-the-road tests.
I think our state government's evil plan is to make it so difficult to figure out the system, that no one will ever show up at the DMV, except completely by accident while looking for a Jamba Juice in a bad part of town.
If that's their plan, then the state government is out of luck. Because the state government obviously does not have a 16 year old living in their house. And certainly not one who has grown up navigating around the upper levels of video games, learning traps, scenarios, and cheat codes by the dozens. I mean, when you compare the government red tape to that, well, it makes the red tape look like a walk through the first level of a 1980's video arcade game.
Or so I'm told.
I don't really know the point of this, except to say that even though Mimi is now officially 16, I will still be driving her around, and taxi'ing to early morning seminary this year, at least through November, at which time the state of Colorado will finally have a new 16 year and 3 month old driver.
**sigh**
Sixteen and 3 months is the new freedom.
...freedom from driving people to seminary...
Oh, we're not talking about me. Sorry.
The way the driving laws have been revised here - which I completely approve, btw - it has become sort of a tricky combination of things one would have to do to get a driver's license on one's 16th birthday.
There are different driver's ed requirements for different ages, there are numbers of practice hours you must log, both with and without a certified instructor, hours of driving in the dark vs when it's light outside, and there are just certain amounts of time you have to hold a driver's permit before you can be issued a license, depending on when your birthday falls. Then of course, there are the written and on-the-road tests.
I think our state government's evil plan is to make it so difficult to figure out the system, that no one will ever show up at the DMV, except completely by accident while looking for a Jamba Juice in a bad part of town.
If that's their plan, then the state government is out of luck. Because the state government obviously does not have a 16 year old living in their house. And certainly not one who has grown up navigating around the upper levels of video games, learning traps, scenarios, and cheat codes by the dozens. I mean, when you compare the government red tape to that, well, it makes the red tape look like a walk through the first level of a 1980's video arcade game.
Or so I'm told.
I don't really know the point of this, except to say that even though Mimi is now officially 16, I will still be driving her around, and taxi'ing to early morning seminary this year, at least through November, at which time the state of Colorado will finally have a new 16 year and 3 month old driver.
**sigh**
Sixteen and 3 months is the new freedom.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Well, It IS Happier for Mommy...
Yesterday Lizzie got a new calling to be the Nursery Song Leader, and with the calling came the Primary Songbook so she could go over the words to the songs the kids already know. It only took her about 10 minutes of going through the songs to undo a lifetime of brainwashing.
I guess it was inevitable that she discovered the words to the song are not actually:
"When we're helping we're happy
and we CLEAN as we go...."
Oh well. It was a good run.
I guess it was inevitable that she discovered the words to the song are not actually:
"When we're helping we're happy
and we CLEAN as we go...."
Oh well. It was a good run.
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