Monday, December 29, 2008


Our Christmas season started off with a trip to our mountain lot to fetch a tree. We learned two things on that trip
1. Trees growing wild on a mountain lot are not pretty triangularly perfect pointed picturesque things. They're kind of like big crazy bushes. And...
2. Trees growing wild on a mountain lot appear to be much smaller before you bring them indoors.

But it was a fun experience and we really love our ginormous crazy tree.
We have really been enjoying our Christmas holiday as you can tell by the fact that I haven't blogged in forever. We took a fun trip with all of Rick's family to the polar express (got pictures but didn't post), we went to Tucson for my family's annual Christmas party (so fun, love seeing my family), and we had our traditional go out for Chinese food Christmas eve dinner (last time for that tradition. Only one Chinese restaurant was opened and it was EXPENSIVE! It was a much easier tradition to have in the city. We'll have to come up with something new for next year.)
But Christmas morning was lovely.

We had action heroes...
Waylon loves "the Hook" (Hulk). He talks about him constantly. "Mom can the Hook pick up our house? What about our town? Can the Hook pick up our whole town? Can Superman beat up the Hook? Can all of the superheros together beat up the Hook? What if my dad was the Hook?" And on and on and on. So you can probably guess that he L-O-V-E-D his present.
real live heroes...
My kids are amazing people and expressed such sincere gratitude for their gifts even though we had a much smaller Christmas this year. In fact they told us that we didn't have to get them anything at all. But of course I had to get them something and they loved everything they got, which is one of the many reasons I love, love, love them (they're messing around with some of the younger sibs' gifts in this picture).

favorite gifts...
Paige got a new doll for her doll collection (LOVED!) along with the surprise return of her beloved Sam the monkey, her favorite since she was itty bitty, which was believed to have been lost in the move, but was recently found and hidden away for Christmas. So fun.

more favorite gifts...
Jamie loved her soda and special "soda cup" more than the Heelys that Santa brought her. Of course that has since changed as she has been heard to say, and I quote, "I am addicted to Heelys."

and happy hearts.
Easton loved her heelys right from the get go. Of course even if she had gotten a lump of coal she would have exclaimed, "Woo-Hoo!" and gone out to use it as sidewalk chalk. She is a delightful child with a happy, grateful heart.

I on the other hand am a little more spoiled as I received all of these amazing gifts in my favorite shade of red. A teddy bear, a new dress, some shoes, a new KitchenAid, a Polaris Ranger, and a convertible Mercedes. Okay, well it is the thought that counts, which is exactly why Rick and I decided to save our money and give each other pictures of what we would have bought for each other if we could. It was fun and sweet and when you've already gotten the gift of the best guy ever, what else do you need?

I got Rick an xbox 360 and Fable II (my picture is not as nice as his, but I don't have access to all of that fancy smancy sign making equipment).
It was a wonderful, wonderful Christmas and I thank my Savior for his continuous gifts to me. He is my joy, my hope and my peace. He makes my heart soar at a time when the world would tell me that it should break. What greater gift is there than that?

I must also mention that my precious little guy turned 4 the week before Christmas. What a delight he has been to my life. What a gift. He makes me smile everyday and I am so thankful for him.

He wanted a doughnut cake for his birthday so we just piled them high on a plate. How fun is that? And easy too.

Happy Birthday Buddy-roo
And a very Merry Christmas and
Happy New Year to all of you!

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Comfort Food...

Tuesday December 16~ COMFORT
Last night I walked into Basha's to buy some milk and was surprised by the hoards of people there. I was surprised again upon finding that the milk had been nearly cleaned out.
"Why are all of these people buying food?" A young boy asked his mother the same question that filled my mind.
"Because there is going to be a blizzard." His mom replied, "And that's what people do when there's going to be a blizzard, they buy food."
It was a bit eerie watching the food fly off of the shelves and I didn't very much enjoy standing in a long line for the few items I needed either. But I felt comfort knowing that I had a surplus of food at home if we should ever need it.
With our troubled economy I have often thought of what I can and can't control in my life. I honestly don't know where we will be a year or two from now. I hope things don't get really bad, but I feel such comfort knowing that whatever happens my children will not go to bed with empty bellies because I have followed the counsel of a living prophet and have stored up a supply of food for the rainy (or blizzardy) days that may come in life.
Our food supply is still a work in progress. Right now I'm working on getting a three month supply of the foods we eat most and I'm also working on getting toiletries, cleaning supplies and such, but I'm comforted to know that even as it stands right now we are in pretty good shape and won't starve.
But my greatest comfort of all comes from knowing that God lives and that he still leads and guides us through a prophet just as he did in times of old. I have a testimony of a living prophet and I know that if I follow his counsel I can find comfort in any storm.
This pantry had us at hello!
This is just a small corner of it. It's ginormous and was one of the greatest selling points in our decision to purchase this house.
And P.S. We didn't have a blizzard (yet).

Sunday, December 14, 2008

I see an angel...

“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.” ~Michelangelo

I heard this quote tonight and I loved it. It made me think of myself and my life. Though in many ways I am still a simple hunk of marble I know that if I keep carving away, working everyday to improve and grow, someday the angel, the daughter of God that I really am will be set free and I will soar.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008


Tuesday December 9~ JOY
As I listen to Christmas songs this season I am filled with immeasurable JOY.
When I hear songs about my Savior it's as if the heavens burst open, showering me with peace, hope and more JOY than I can express.
It feels at times like the whole world is falling down around me,
and yet I still have JOY.
JOY in Him
My Savior
My King.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Christmas ears...

Well I told Rick that I wanted plastic surgery for Christmas and his expression was a mixture of confusion and disgust when he asked me, "What are you talking about?"
I laughed and asked, "What do you think I'm talking about?"
He said, "Well it sure as heck isn't your nose." He likes my nose.
So I said, "So what do you think it is?"
He then shot me a look that said, "No way am I walking into that one."
I mean just imagine if he would have said, "I guess you might want plastic surgery on A, B, or C."
To which I might reply, "Why would you think that I might want surgery on A, B, or C? Do you think I need surgery on A, B, or C? Oh my gosh! You don't like my A, B, or C!" Then there might be great weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth. That is if I were the weeping and wailing type, which I'm not, but still you can see why a man might shy away from such subjects.
Rick then gave me the standard smart husband answer, shall we say it together on three--1,2,3-- "YOU DON'T NEED ANY PLASTIC SURGERY. YOU'RE PERFECT THE WAY YOU ARE."
You see a smart husband knows that a flattered wife is a happy wife so Rick makes it a point to compliment me quite regularly. What a guy.
I told him that yes I do need plastic surgery so he frowned and again asked me what I was talking about. I lifted my hair, wiggled my little earlobes and said, "I need to get these sewn."
Boy was he relieved, and very accommodating.
So it looks like I'm on my way to my first plastic surgery. Yippee skippy!

Friday, December 5, 2008

Plastic surgery for the winner...

I need plastic surgery. No, it's not what you're thinking although I could really use that too. I am speaking of my terribly stretched out (now what are you thinking?) pierced earlobes. A combination of the ridiculously heavy earrings of my eighties youth and the curious and quick hands of many a foster baby who grabbed hold of those ridiculously heavy earrings of my eighties youth while they were still attached to my poor little ears, has left me with ugly ear holes that are stretched almost clear through. I'm afraid that just one more bump or snag from Waylon and--RIP!--it'll be a flapping double earlobe for me (I apologize to the squeamish folks in the audience). Waylon accidentally snagged my right lobe tonight so you can thank him for this post.
So I'm thinking that I'll tell my Love that I want plastic surgery for Christmas.
Any guesses on what he'll think I'm referring to?
Now onto a totally unrelated subject. I must announce that I can now say that I am a...

That's right I am finally a winner. Today while Christmas shopping for Marlee, artist extraordinaire, I found an awesome art supply store, bought some fabulous items that just happened to be on sale (bonus) and entered a daily raffle drawing. Well much to my surprise the owner called me tonight to tell me that I won. Yippee! So tomorrow I get to go choose a free item from the exciting raffle section of the store and give it to miss Easton, my other artist extraordinaire, for Christmas. A free Christmas present, SCORE!
It's great being a winner. And don't you worry, I promise not to forget those of you who knew me when...

Tuesday, December 2, 2008


December's SPT Challenges:

Tuesday, December 2~ love
Tuesday, December 9~ joy
Tuesday, December 16~ comfort
Tuesday, December 23~ joy
Tuesday, December 30~ hope


I want to participate in SPT today, but I don't know how well I'll do. I want to share my thoughts on the wonderful subject of LOVE, but right now my heart is so full and so empty all at the same time so it makes it hard to sort my thoughts.
Today we took a quick day trip to my beloved valley home, but today it wasn't fun.
Today we attended the funeral of a dear friend.
Today I saw and hugged her family, her family that I LOVE.
Today I saw and felt their strength and was touched by the LOVE they have for each other.
Today I went to the cemetery and watched this family say goodbye to the one they LOVE the most and my heart ached for them.
Today I visited my father's grave, my father who I LOVE, and remembered when I had to say goodbye to him.
Today I can still feel his LOVE, and can smile when I think of him.
I know that because of eternal LOVE our friends will smile again too.
But tonight...
Tonight it hurts.
I didn't have it in me to take a self portrait this time, but here is a picture of some people that I LOVE.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Shoe love...

Last time I went to the valley, my sister and I went shopping and I fell in love with these shoes. I just had to have these shoes. And happy day, they were on sale.

Well now that we are on a spending fast I thought that my love affair with shoes, sale or not, was over. So you can imagine my joy when my sister, who lives in civilization (you know a place with stores and such), called me from the very store where I got these beauties and told me that many of their shoes were on sale for $1.50. ONE DOLLAR AND FIFTY CENTS!!! So I did what any self respecting shoe fanatic would do and said, "Buy me every pair you can find in my size (provided that they are not flat out tacky ugly)!!!"

When all was said and done she had found me six pairs of new shoes! Six pairs for virtually nothing! So what if I have no idea what they look like, I am giddy with excitement!

I know I have problems.

But isn't life fun?!!

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

The almost silent SPT...

Tuesday November 25~
The blue room revealed.

So here is what I was painting last week. My guest "water closet" (and I do mean water CLOSET). Oh how glad I am to be rid of those kid dirty walls. How do kids manage to get walls so dirty anyway?
In decorating this bathroom (um, toilet room) I had to revisit the old days, back when Rick and I were living on love because we sure weren't living on money. In those days I had to decorate on a dime, and now I'm decorating on mere pennies because we are on a serious spending fast. Nothing but food and other necessities baby. So I made these pictures out of stuff that I already had.
Perfect? No. But good enough and a fun way to discover that we can still be happy living on love alone.
And lucky us, we just happen to have an abundant supply of it.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Did I say it was time for change? Well this isn't what I meant...

"The youth of this generation have a greater capacity for obedience than any previous generation" ~Neal A Maxwell

(...a few of our girls during our "paper project runway" activity)
"God has reserved spirits for this dispensation who have the courage and determination to face the world and all the powers of the evil one, visible and invisible, to proclaim the Gospel and maintain the truth and establish and build up the Zion of our God fearless of all consequences. He has sent these spirits in this generation to lay the foundation of Zion never more to be overthrown and to raise up a seed that will be righteous and that will honor God and honor Him supremely and be obedient to Him under all circumstances." ~George Q. Cannon
For almost two years I have had the privilege of working in the Young Women's organization with some of our Father in Heaven's greatest spirit children. The youth of today are the most valiant, righteous and obedient of any other generation. The opposition they face is staggering and yet they do it with such strength and determination, with complete faith, hope and allegiance to their Savior and His teachings. It's awe inspiring and I love them all so much.
That is why I was left with a very heavy heart yesterday when I, our President, and most of the advisers were released from our callings. It is so hard knowing that I will no longer be working with our amazing girls twice a week. I will miss them terribly.
We all, the leaders and the girls, had a major cry fest at church with many hugs and tears, but I feel confident turning them over to their new leaders, outstanding women who will take very good care of them. I am bummed though that I won't be with them on Wednesday nights for Twilight talk anymore. We've been talking Twilight since the books came out and now that we've all finally seen the movie I won't be there to yak about it with them. No fair. Oh well I guess Marlee and Paige will just have to come home with a report for me each week.
Change is good and I know that other wonderful experiences await me, but for now I am oh so sad.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Happy Birthday???

Yesterday was miss Jamie's 7th Birthday.

The day started out very well with a yummy birthday breakfast just for her. The afternoon was lovely too with cotton candy treats for her school class. Then came the birthday party.

It started out fun with a few sweet little girls happily making crafts and getting their faces painted, then came the paradigm shift and all went crazy when Jamie's best friend from her school class showed up with not one, not two, but three of her siblings, one of which was a little boy (this was a girl themed party). Huh? How did this happen? I hadn't planned for this many kids and didn't have enough stuff for them. What the heck?
Turns out that Jamie's friend had told her that she would only come to the party if her brother and sisters could come too. Jamie, wanting her friend to be there, said, "Sure, bring them all." But failed to fill me in on the plan.
Is it just me or if your first grader came home and said, "Mom I got invited to my friend from school's birthday party and she said I could bring the whole family." You would call the mom of said friend (my # was on the invitation) and say, "My daughter told me that all of my children that you have never met are invited to your child's birthday party. Is this true? Are you sure you want all of my children that you have never met, one of whom is a boy, to come to your child's birthday party?"
Is it just me or would you also feel the need to confirm such a thing?
I tried, oh how I tried to be hospitable, but the boy was so ill behaved and really out of place in a girl themed party so he made the night miserable for everyone else. He was loud and crazy and made a couple of the little girls (who were supposed to be there) cry. Nice.
All of the plans for the party went right out the window and I found myself desperately watching the clock, which moved so very slowly. I felt like I was babysitting not having a party. Seriously, how did this happen?
As the end of the party finally neared, I started gathering every one's crafts and party favors which I some how miraculously had enough to give all but the boy, but they were girl things so I thought he would be okay with that. Thought wrong. He wanted one anyway. I told him I was sorry, but that they were girl things so he probably wouldn't want one (Waylon didn't get one either). His older sister then decided that she needed two of the fuzzy scarves that I had given the girls. When I explained to her that the green one was the one that Jamie had chosen and that she needed to give it to her, she got quite the attitude and became rather sassy with me. Where was I? I didn't even know these kids and they were so snotty to me.
That is when I lost my mind entirely and became cross with the naughty children. My own children looked at me with disbelief because I don't normally become cross with people, especially guests. But I had had it. I was FRAZZLED to say the least.
At that point the little girl called her mom to come and get them which was really okay because the party had been over for 20 minutes, but I felt bad because I had made her feel bad. This was like a knife to my heart because I hate to make children feel bad, especially guests in my home (whether they were invited by me or not). So while they waited for their mom I tried to be extra nice to them and in retrospect I know that I should have asked Jamie to give her girl themed party favor to the little boy. That would have been the hospitable thing to do, but at the time I was too stressed out to think of it.
Now that it is all over, my biggest regret is not that the party was ruined, but that I didn't handle it better. Because the only thing I have control over in this world is how I behave. And I am disappointed in how I behaved. Yes it would have been easier if the children had behaved, but still...

I guess the important thing is that Jamie had a wonderful time and was quite oblivious to the chaos around her. So all is well.
(No we don't normally dress with no sleeves in November. Actually we never dress without sleeves. Jamie wanted to wear a dress at her party, but threw the top sweater off early on. And things were just too crazy for me to care.)

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Silent SPT...

Tuesday November 18

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Get up...

Tonight was a you tube 80's addition night at our house. It started with a little Billy Idol (he still melts my butter) and as we all stood around gawking at his awesomeness, I turned to Rick and said, "You know, we really grew up in the coolest decade ever." Of course he agreed and so did the kids. They love the 80's music and styles and are quite jealous that we got to live it.
A few bands later I was twitchin' and a itchin' to get up and move. As I've said before, dancing was one of my favorite things to do in the 80's so when I hear that music I can barely contain myself. And when Rick played "I Need You Tonight" by INXS (another butter melter) I didn't contain myself. I jumped up and started dancing with miss Jamie right in the middle of the kitchen. We continued to dance song after song and I loved it. Rick loved it too. Yes he did. He rather likes it when I dance. I guess I should do it more often.

Ahh, life is good.
If you don't think so
just get up and DANCE.
Have you danced lately?
What's your favorite decade?
What rock stars, if any, melt your butter?

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

It's about time...

I know I'm behind on posting, but I have been so busy CHANGING MY LIFE. That's right, things are a changin' and it has taken every ounce of my free time to stay on top of it. It's too early to share with you what's been going on, but I've been having the best time going through my transformation. I promise to tell you about it later, but for now please accept my apologies for not being around as much. I'll try to do better with the whole juggling thing.
Now if you will excuse me I have to go see what all y'all have been up to lately.
P.S. I started to do the SPT yesterday but I knew I didn't have time to leave comments for all of the other SPTers (not required, but still...) so as not to be rude I decided to skip it this week.
Do you want to SPT?
You should. It's fun.
Just click on Lelly's name on my sidebar to check it out.
We do an SPT post every Tuesday.
This month we are posting pictures without words.
Try it.
You'll like it.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

So worth it...

Once upon a time a little boy decided to color his mommy's carpet with mascara just as they were getting ready to go upstairs to play guys and blocks (the little boy's favorite game). So the mommy said, "Now I can't play guys with you because I have to clean my carpet instead."
The little boy, feeling very badly, retreated like a turtle inside of his 3 big shirts (he wanted to wear 3 of daddy's shirts yesterday (?)).

When the mommy finished cleaning her carpet, which wasn't easy let me tell you, she turned to the little boy and said, "If you want to tell me that you are sorry then we can go play guys."
But the little boy lay silent and still.
So the mommy covered the remaining stain on her carpet with an area rug, looked at her preciously adorable, 3 shirt wearing turtle boy sleeping so peacefully on her floor, and SMILED

as she thought, "Well if having a 3 shirt wearing sleeping turtle boy means that I must also have stained carpet, then I'll take it."
It's a small price to pay.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Silent portraits...

November's Challenge as explained by Lelly:
I cannot think of a better way to embrace the path to the winter holidays, than to find ways to simplify. and so, we shall start here. the challenge for November is to simplify your self-portraits. each Tuesday, take a self-portrait. and post it on your blog. this month, our portraits will speak for themselves. at the end of four weeks, you will have four self-portraits that capture you in the moment. no doubt, you will be able to look back at your four self-portraits and notice subtle changes. you will remember little things about that day, just from the color of your cheeks, the play of light in the background, the gleam in your eye. what stories can you tell when you can't use words?
simple enough?

(This one is going to be hard for me. I'm a writer not a photographer, but because I enjoy SP-Tuesdays I'll play along.)

Monday, November 3, 2008

All Hallows Eve and Chicago Dogs...

I meant to write about Halloween before now, but I've just been too busy. Thursday night we went trunk 'r treating around the church parking lot. The kids had a great time and I was happy because it wasn't freezing cold this year. Hooray!

Waylon dressed up as Frankenstein's monster, Easton was a renaissance girl and Jamie a vampire. The next night for trick or treating Easton was the vampire and Jamie was a dead 50's girl. Easton didn't want to be the renaissance girl again because everyone kept calling her Rapunzel and she said (with attitude mind you) "I am NOT a princess!" That girl cracks me up.

Paige was also a renaissance girl of sorts. Not a princess, but if you called her one she probably wouldn't have gotten too bent out of shape about it.

But never, never call miss Marlee a princess especially on Halloween. Halloween is Marlee's holiday and for her it is always about being something scary. She finds those who play up their feminine charms on All Hallows Eve to be utterly ridiculous, for Halloween is meant to be a holiday for ghouly ghouls not girly girls (I always lean more towards the girly costumes myself, but hey that's just me). I guess if I was as talented as miss Marlee in the ghoulish makeup department I just might like to be scary too.
Halloween day we traveled down to the valley to watch Landon's soccer game then spent the evening trick or treating with my sister Jillene's family. It was fun trick or treating in the valley again. I loved not being cold, but I would have taken the cold the next day when we went to the zoo. Dang it was hot! I am so not the valley girl that I used to be. I hated the heat and couldn't wait to get out of it. How crazy is it that I am now complaining about November heat. True valley people know that November heat is nothing. What a wuss I've become.
Rick was very pleased when I admitted that I have finally gotten to the point where I don't mind leaving the valley to go back "home". That's right you heard me. This feels like home now. Don't rub it in.
And it's an even better home now that we have
yummy hot dogs here. Our friends just opened an arcade and dog house and tonight I had a spicy polish dog with all of my favorite HOT fixin's on it. It was fabulous. Just like the old college days when Heidi and I would eat a Chicago style dog pretty much everyday for lunch. So yummy and so worth smelling like hot peppers, onions, and mustard the rest of the day.
So is it still worth it now? Well my honey won't smooch on me tonight so maybe not. But then again... It was really tasty.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Girls just want to have fun...

Last Friday, upon noticing that there were still tickets available for the Mindy Gledhill benefit concert for Stephanie Nielson (nie nie), I let spontaneity win over my practical, cautious, "but we're in a recession" side and decided to take Marlee and Paige on a little day trip. These two are my right hand girls. I don't know what I would do without them. So to show my appreciation we had a girls day out and what fun it was!
We left around 8:30 on Saturday morning and the three hour drive flew by as we discussed everything from hickeys, hairdos and fashion to politics, worldly abominations, and the fate of the world as we know it.
When we arrived we met up with my sister Jillene and did some fun shopping thanks to my wonderful sugar daddy who slipped me some cash as I was leaving and told me to make sure that we girls had a great time. Man I love that guy.
Jillene introduced us to a new store at the mall and, hypnotized by the cuteness of the items in their massive clearance section, we lost track of the time (now there's a shocker). Big problem. If we took Jillene all the way back to her house we would be late for the concert so joining in on the day's spontaneity theme, she decided to join us. Good call Jillene! Having her with us made it all the better.
The concert did not disappoint. Mindy Gledhill has such a beautiful voice and her band members were very talented and entertaining as well. Of course the highlight of the night was when Stephanie's daughters sang with Mindy. It was beyond precious. Such beautiful, brave little girls they were. Oh and cjane (Stephanie's sister Courtney) herself got up and sang a duet with Mindy at the end. It was hilarious and made me realize that I take myself way too seriously (in front of other people especially) and that I really need to cut loose once in awhile.
I'm thinking about posting myself singing, yes right here on this blog, just to prove that I can let go. Yep that's what I'm gonna do alright (well, then again...).

Anyway, my girls and I had an absolutely perfect day together and even though we didn't get home until 1:00 a.m. it was so worth it.
P.S. Yes I am wearing the same clothes as in my SPT picture because I took both pictures on the same day. You see because although I took the camera on our fun girls trip, I forgot to take pictures while we were there. We did snap a quick one when we pulled into our driveway at 1:00, but I looked very haggard and blucky in it and being that I am the editor and chief of this blog, it didn't make the cut.
So all of you people who think that I just look lovely and put together all of the time, ha-ha no sir-ree. I can look as haggard and worn as the next 39 year old having a bad day, but being the strict editor that I am you don't get to see it. So there.
(Maybe I should post myself singing while looking haggard and worn. Now that would be letting loose!)

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

I knew I loved them...

Tuesday October 28~ #28 on my 100 list:
I have always dreamed of being a mother.
For as long as I can remember I have dreamed of being a mother. I adored my younger siblings and delighted in the precious foster babies that shared our home from about the time I turned 12 through about the time I was married. Running into the house after school to see what new baby had arrived or going with my mom to the hospital to bring a tiny newborn home was absolute bliss. I fell in love with those babies and couldn't wait for the day when I would have one of my very own. I would even talk to my future children in my journal entries, giving them advice as I learned things along the way. I seemed to always be aware of their presence and longed for the day that I would finally meet them.
I guess that's why every time I hear the song by Savage Garden, "I Knew I Loved You" I tear up. I'm reminded of how I have always felt about my children when I hear these words:
I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life
And so worth the wait, they are even better than I ever came close to imagining!
I am so blessed to be able to share my life with six of the greatest people ever born. No wonder I was so anxious to meet them.
(That's Jamie under the hair. Silly girl.)

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Hurts so good...

Were we watching tackle football tonight or a soccer game? I'm not sure because that match was brutal. Our guys were getting slammed by the other team and the officials were quite oblivious to all of it. They were especially hard on our defenders. While trying for a goal, one of the other teams players took Landon out. He plowed him like a freight train, knocking him silly, but even with that Landon never lost the ball. It was crazy and I am so mad that I didn't have the video camera with me because I know that my brother Lynn would love to see it (I'm going to try to find someone who taped it so I can post it later).
Landon briefly blacked out, gashed his lip and felt a little loopy so they took him out of the game. That was scary, but our back up goalie did a great job. They did score one on him though (not his fault, nothing he could have done) so Landon jumped up and asked to be put back in.
It ended up being a very exciting game and we won 3-1 so we're going to state. Hooray!

Our boys definitely earned this one.
And they have the battle scars to prove it.
Way to go guys!
We're proud of you!

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Happily Ever After...

Tuesday October 21~

#21 on my 100 list:

I had already met a good man (Rick, my now hubby) at home, so while I was away I wouldn’t date the same guy more than twice and I didn’t kiss anyone.


I think in order for this to make sense I need to tell you that #20 on my list said:
My parents sent me away to Rick’s college to meet a good man (in hopes of steering me away from my high school boyfriend).
In all fairness you need to know that my high school boyfriend's parents sent him out of the state to get him away from me as well so the feeling was mutual. We weren't exactly a match made in heaven. Two good people who were horrible for each other.
So with my boyfriend getting close to returning home, my mom became feverishly busy trying to ship me away so I wouldn't be around when he got back.
She registered me to attend Ricks College in Idaho hoping that I'd meet a nice boy there and forget all about you know who. What she didn't know was that I had already met a nice young man~ none other than my very own Rick. He was so refreshingly upbeat, funny and responsible, I fell for him right away.
Because I really wanted to get back to Rick after my semester away, I decided that I would not date the same guy more than twice and that I would not kiss anyone. My roommates bet me a dollar that I couldn't do it but I won and even received a sweet apology from one of the guys who had tried to kiss me. My roommates got a good laugh over that one, but I thought it was really nice.
With my dollar in hand I returned home to my fabulous Rick. Even though our love story took a little detour when I got back with my high school boyfriend for a short time (old habits die hard) we couldn't be kept apart and now 18 years later we are still living...

Happily ever after!!!

And when I came home from a candle party tonight and Rick told me how hot I looked and that he can't believe I am his and that he is the luckiest man in the world, I thought,
"Oh yeah, I definitely made the right choice."

Monday, October 20, 2008

How bad?

A few weeks ago my kids and I were taking a walk through the park when a very ripped young man came jogging past. When I was sure he was out of ear range I turned to my teen girls and said, "Did you see that guy?"
"No Mom I didn't see him at all." Marlee sarcastically replied as she wiped the drool off of her shoes.
Can I just pause from my story for a moment to say how fun it is to have teen-aged daughters. I love their reactions when I bring up the subject of 'hot guys'. Seriously there is nothing better. Now back to my story...I too admired this young man's physique but for a much different reason than my drooling daughters. As someone who HATES to workout I looked at those rock hard abs and thought, "What kind of drive and determination must one have to get a body like that?" How the heck do people dedicate themselves that way? I really want to know.
As you know I am very excited about my 40th b-day next year, but I really want to reach it in better shape than I am now. And not just because I want to be ripped and toned, but also healthy. I want to be a cute spunky eighty year old someday and I know I have to start working on my health now or that will never happen.
So this morning I MADE myself do a quick workout and I started on my crunches again. You may have noticed that my crunch-o-meter is empty. I decided that since my last crunches were done in May they really didn't count anymore so I erased them. But this morning I got 140 in before the phone interrupted me (couldn't make myself go back after the phone call).Then I made a sign for my bathroom mirror.

When I was in high school I shaved my hair short, short (those crazy 80's) and had to spend the rest of the time trying to grow it back. I often got tempted to chop it all off again so I put a picture on my mirror of the long beautiful hair that I desired and this helped me to persevere through those bad hair days. Now I have this sign on my mirror to help me through the, "but I don't want to workout" days.

It says, "How bad do you want it?" A question that I ask myself all of the time. Just how bad do I want it? Do I really want to be in shape or do I just want to dream about it? This question works for other goals that I've set as well so hopefully the sign will be a motivating force for me.
How bad do I want it?
I guess time, and my abs, will tell.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

My Bookend Boys...

Last night was the last home game of the season so the senior soccer players and their parents were honored before the game. The school got some pictures of the event so hopefully they will give us one. I can't believe that my son is a senior. Seriously, how did that happen?
I've enjoyed watching Landon this soccer season and am proud of how hard he has played. It is so nerve racking to be the mother of the goalie. Every time the ball goes near him my ulcer flares up (that is if I had an ulcer it would). I could never handle that kind of pressure (I guess that's why I never played sports). But his sweet saves have been fun to witness let me tell you.

Here's a sweet save against Blue Ridge (the best team on the Mountain mind you). Yeah, yeah so we lost that one because Blue Ridge always wins and will probably take state (again), but we went out there and gave it our best so it's all good. We did however win last night's game and only have to win one more game to go to state so wish us luck.
I had to leave last night's game early to go to YW so Rick was left alone with the 3 youngins. They did fine until Rick said, "Time to go" and Jamie and Easton, who claim they didn't hear him, went up the bleachers instead of down. When he turned to tell them to come down, Waylon a.k.a. Dash, disappeared.
After a long search, Dash was nowhere to be found. Panic stricken, Rick searched the dark street for our little super hero and finally found him, running ever running, down the busy road of departing spectators (I'm telling you, once Waylon gets going he doesn't stop and he is very, very fast). So when I got home from YW Jamie announced that they had lost Waylon, but because I could see his cute little self sitting on the couch before me I was fine. Now if I had been at the scene of the mishap this would be a much different story because I would have FREAKED! That little stinker. I really need to get a harness for him.

Well at least I have one child almost raised to adulthood and if I keep on my toes Waylon just might make it too.
I do love my bookend boys.