He wanted to go down the water slide again and again today and each time he shot round the curve I'd see his look of terror turn into a beaming smile when he saw me there, waiting at the bottom to catch him. It made my heart overflow to know that to him I mean security, a soft place to land. I make him feel safe, what an honor that is.
At the recent funeral I attended it was said of this man that he would "keep your name safe". In other words he would not talk badly of others. I loved the idea of keeping someone's name safe. What a beautiful thought this is. Of all of my goals (and I have many) I think this is the one that I desire to master the very most. I long for the day when I will have complete control over my tongue and never speak ill of another person. I had several chances to speak unkindly about others today. For some I passed, becoming a champion of their causes, and for others I crumbled, letting my two cents drool out with little control.
I liked talking nice so much better. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy about myself and the people I worked to defend.
We all want (and need) someone on our side, and I want to be the person that makes people smile when they come around a corner because they'll know, when they see me waiting there, that they just found a soft place to land.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
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Monday, June 29, 2009
Chivalry is not dead and I love a chivalrous man. My mother-in-law's new fiance (yes you heard me right) is a chivalrous man, opening her door, pulling out her chair and standing whenever any lady in the room stands (and all of this with a knee in need of surgery) it was enough to make me like him right away. And I like my chivalrous man too. I like when he uses his manly manness to take care of me and I like being sweet and feminine for him too. But when he told me (in a very loving way, not a condescending, girls stink kind of way) that he didn't think I could put the new swing set together by myself, you gotta know it was GO TIME for me.
And when my girls heard the challenge they said, "Oh you know we have to do it now."
So this morning after our workout (Hugh would be so proud) we headed out to kick some serious swing set booty.
We had NO idea what we were in for. Do they really have to make you put EVERYTHING together? And why can't they drill the holes straight? WHY?
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Saturday, June 27, 2009
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Friday, June 26, 2009
They say you take something from every relationship (who are they and when exactly did they say this? Hmm, I don't know, but I've heard it said okay.) and from my main high school squeeze I took away A LOT of life lessons AND one of my favorite cookbooks of all time.
Just look at it. Doesn't it look well loved? It was a gift from my high school beau's mother, a ward cookbook (I can't tell you which ward because the cover has been loved right off and I can't remember, that was a hundred years ago you know) and let me tell you those Mormons can cook. They can cook well and on the cheap, which makes it all the better.
This was my very first cookbook. The one that I first used to cook for my dad (he praised me exceedingly, boosting my confidence to become the cook I am today), the one that I experimented with in college and while living in an apartment with friends, and the one that I still use today. Especially for some of my favorites like beef stew and the ultimate CINNAMON ROLLS. My family loves my cinnamon rolls and I owe it all to this fabulous book (with a little modification. We love sticky bottoms so I had to add some sticky. Yum.)
Knowing how much we love our tried and true cinnamon rolls, I don't know what possessed me to try a new recipe the other night (actually I do know. It was the beautiful pictures and scrumptious description that beguiled me).
They look pretty good don't they? Well they're not. Not good at all. Very disappointing indeed. Their only redeeming quality was that Rick and I were able to stop after eating just one. Can you imagine only eating ONE cinnamon roll (well, I'm sure my mom can, but she is rare in her ability to withstand high caloric temptations) I didn't even eat one the next day for breakfast or lunch or mid-morning snack, if that doesn't tell you they were sub par I don't know what will.
So I guess the lesson in this is to NEVER TRY NEW THINGS (okay so maybe that's a little extreme). Stick to what you know, unless you're talking about boyfriends. You should try lots of them until you get to the very right, very best one. And just think of all of the consolation prizes you'll end up with if you do. Heck, if you're very lucky, you might even get a super awesome cookbook like I did.
And now if you will excuse me, I have an overwhelming desire to go make some GOOD cinnamon rolls.
What are your favorite treasures from relationships past?
Posted by Jeanette at 8:04 AM
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
"You are busy but you are happy." The vanilla scented paper read. What kind of fortune is that I wondered. That's not a fortune at all. What happened to, "You will be tremendously successful, wealthy and loved by the entire world." Now that's a fortune.
But even so, the little paper from my "statement" cookie was true. I am very busy but happy. Which is why this has been a scant blogging week. I've been busy, busy with projects, children, this, that, the other, yadda, yadda, yadda.
In fact I now officially have paint on every pair of pj's and workout pants I own. These little black workout numbers are my latest casualty, but I don't mind because they look AWFUL on me and I would NEVER wear them in public anyway.
I've finished one painting project and am in the middle of a bathroom re-do. It's been fun, but I'm feeling bad because I have a lesson to get prepared before Sunday and I forgot to set up visiting teaching appointments AGAIN. My creative mind has come out to play and as usual it's getting me into trouble. Why can't I be a super woman multi-tasker extraordinaire? Why?
Oh well, at least I'm happy.
My paper said so.
Posted by Jeanette at 7:45 PM
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Rick and I both had great dad's too and we miss them on this special day, but we find comfort in knowing that we will all be together again.
The last Father's Day I spent with my dad was 19 years ago. I can't believe he's been gone so long. On that day I wrote him a poem that he loved. He said he wanted it read at his funeral (he was fighting Leukemia) but I didn't want to hear that kind of talk. He just had to get better. But he knew, deep inside he knew that the day was coming and four short months later he was gone. Although I didn't grant his request by reading my poem at his funeral (that would have been way too hard) we did print it on the program.
He told me the reason he loved the poem was because it describe the kind of father he had always strived to be. He was a man who believed in free agency and he tried to teach and guide his children with this in mind. He was a wonderful counselor and confidant and I will always miss our long, meaningful talks.
I don't know where I've put a copy of my father's day poem but I'll try to write it now from memory as a tribute to my dad. Hope I get it right.
You never treated me as just a child,
You made me feel more like a friend.
You gave me freedom to explore the earth
With the comfort that on your hand I could depend.
You let me know that my thoughts mattered,
That I had a mind to decide,
But when I felt to overwhelmed on my own
I could always run to your arms and hide.
You'd watch with loving tears when I'd fall
And look on with great pride when I'd climb,
You took the role father and added to it friend
I'll always be grateful you're mine.
Posted by Jeanette at 10:24 PM
Thursday, June 18, 2009
I've heard it said that raising children is like making pancakes, you always ruin the first one. Though I don't think I ruined my firstborn (he is such a great kid) I do wish that I would have done better in a few areas. Like making pancakes for instance. I've never been much of a make hot breakfast kind of a girl. Cold cereal has been the main morning staple around these parts I'm sad to say. That is for everyone but one lucky little boy named Waylon. Mr. Waylon gets pancakes all of the time.
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Wednesday, June 17, 2009
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Monday, June 15, 2009
I woke up early this morning, excited to get my day going. I thought I would start by making my bed with my new thrift store find summer bedding (yes it's freshly washed you sillies, and deliciously shabby chic) followed by a quick mop of the kitchen floor so that I could put out the new rugs I found at Target.
Thrift stores? Target? Could this mean...? Yes it does. We took a trip to civilization this weekend and it was fabulous. We stayed in a brand new hotel out by our old neighborhood, shopped, swam, went to the science center, hit some yard sales and ate lots of yummy food. It was a much needed vacation and we all had a glorious time.
We also saw our old friends and neighbors the Johnson's and even though all of our kids have grown up SO MUCH, we were able to pick up right where we had left off. Which made me realize what a lame friend I have been (to all of my friends) and that I really need to do better at keeping in touch. So Heidi, please, please really come see us this month. Did I say please?
So anywho, I woke up early this morning ready to play with all of my new treasures when I suddenly realized that today was the day I promised to start working out again. Bluck!
But I did it. I did it for Hugh (Marlee says, "Mom he's married." And I say, "I know, so am I." I don't want to hook up with the man I would just like a meeting of the eyes and for us to share mutual admiration for one another and our amazing will power in obtaining such awesomely hot, hard bodies. That's all, nothing more.) but about five minutes into my workout I started wondering if perhaps I had chosen the wrong role model. I thought maybe Paula Deen might be my gal.
Just think of it, we could hang out and eat yummy food together while laughing about our jiggly belly fat and clogged arteries.
Posted by Jeanette at 7:59 AM
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
I've loved him from the first moment I saw him in the first Xmen movie so many years ago. Which is why Paige and I decided to spend the afternoon lusting over him, I mean, watching Wolverine (Marlee already saw it so she agreed to babysit for us). And boy howdy, it did not disappoint. And I'm not just talking about the eye candy that is Hugh Jackman. The movie was great too. LOVED IT. And Hugh's awesome body made me want to... it just REALLY made me want to... START WORKING OUT AGAIN (whad ya think I was gonna say?)
I've been so bad about working out for nearly a month now and Hugh Jackman's body made me want to start pushing myself to try to reach that level of hotness, I mean, fitness. I have to get back on track. Starting next week I really must get back on track (what? I'm busy this week).
I'm thinking that maybe I need to hang a picture of Mr. Wolverine himself on my wall for motivation. There are only two short months left before my big birthday after all so I need all of the help I can get.
Posted by Jeanette at 11:34 PM
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
For Junes challenge Lelly says:
"Your challenge for June is to find your way back. No matter what's been keeping you from blogging, each week you are going to find one small hurdle to overcome. One item to cross off of your to-do list. One pile to declutter. One meal to prepare. One (or ten) pounds to lose.One thing each week that will bring you to your blog. Too vague? Don’t worry. I have parameters!!"
Tuesday, June 9 ~meal-planning/preparations or other organized family time
Tuesday, June 16 ~bringing the indoors outdoors for summer
Tuesday, June 23 ~tackle a very unpleasant cleaning task
Tuesday, June 30 ~I feel better already!
and a curse when my laundry piles up and my dishes sour while I tackle my latest and greatest grandiosely spectacular scheme.
Posted by Jeanette at 11:31 AM
Saturday, June 6, 2009
What's better than listening to live music at a small cafe with a few of your favorite people?
How 'bout you? Could you get up and sing in front of strangers?
If the answer is yes then come on down to Hebrews Cafe, because they're going to be starting a new karaoke night (watch for the information banners). How fun is that? I'm so tempted to add humiliation by karaoke to my "Fabulous by Forty" list. Would that be broadening my horizons or what. I need to do it. I so need to do it.
But I won't.
Oh no I will not.
But I really should just to say I did.
Anyone want to come with me?
Posted by Jeanette at 10:55 PM
Friday, June 5, 2009
Some time ago I received this Lovely Blog Award, twice, which made me feel very loved. First my good friend Mary gave it to me, then another came from a new friend, Bahama Shores Mama. I ask you, how nice is that?
I must confess that I didn't pass on the award like I was supposed to because I'm still a wee bit computer illiterate when it comes to all of the bells, whistles and fancy tricks of blogging. For example I don't know how to show a link to another blog without writing out the entire blog address. I have to put http://marymaryrc.blogspot.com/ when all I really want is a simple "Mary" link.
I'm sure it would be a very easy thing to learn if only someone would teach me (hint, hint). But in the meantime I wanted to at least acknowledge the generosity of these two lovely ladies. Thank you lovely ladies for this lovely award. I very, very much appreciate it.
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Wednesday, June 3, 2009
She didn't want to go and I couldn't blame her, I've always hated piano recitals too. But she went anyway and I thought I'd bust with pride as I sat staring at the back of her head, waiting for her turn to perform.
During these moments of anticipation I wanted so badly for her to feel the joy of her journey. I wanted her to love every minute of her life. The good and the bad, the fun and the scary, the mistakes and the triumphs, I wanted her to relish in them all.
She's not just alive, she's LIVING. She's going, doing and feeling and that's what it's all about. Joy in the journey, that's what I want. I want to be present and aware for each moment of my life. I want to dance when I feel like dancing, I want to sing at the top of my voice (because no one cares what I sound like anyway) I want to soak up every experience and smile because I'm living, REALLY living.
I want to keep trying and I want to find as much joy in the trying as I do in the succeeding. I want to be as sharp and spectacular as Marlee's elderly piano teacher someday, living to the fullest until the very end. And I want to be like two of her fellow students, women like me, who are still developing their talents and memorizing their songs (that's got to be good for keeping the mind young).
In fact I want that so much that I'm adding a goal to my "Fabulous by Forty" list. I'm going to memorize a piano piece before my birthday and then I'm going to play it, for people (although I don't rightly know who), either on or soon after my big day.
Yes I am.
I'm done playing life's silly games. I may not be perfect but I'm alive gosh dang it, I'm alive.
And I like it.
P.S. For those of you who asked about my previous post...
I told my kids that it was a curling iron burn. I know I shouldn't have lied but when Marlee cornered me and hissed under her breath, "Mom what is on your neck?" I panicked. It was seriously much worse than being caught by my father, so I used the same line that had worked on him many (many) years before, the good old curling iron burn. But sadly, when they read my blog I will be so busted (do you know how awkward it is to be busted by your own children) so not good.
Posted by Jeanette at 11:00 PM
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
I suppose it’s my fault. I don’t wear a wedding ring after all and I guess a man likes others to know that a woman is with him. Maybe that’s it. Maybe that’s why I’m walking around looking like white trash right now with a hickey front and center on my neck.
I didn’t want to bring it up, it’s very embarrassing you know, but being that it’s front and center on my neck what’s the use in trying to hide it. I just wish I hadn’t had it today. Today when I had to go to the high school to pick up my son’s diploma. Today when I had to meet with all of the office workers that LOVE him, and that looked at me quite funny as they asked, “You’re Landon’s mom?” (They’ve meet me before but I guess the new hair and the HICKEY threw them off)
And blame it on the meds I had taken for a migraine, or the migraine itself, or maybe the fact that I had just been watching my kids take swimming lessons for two hours in a stuffy room, or perhaps even the fact that I was in a high school office, whatever the reason, I found myself speaking to these dear ladies like I was an idiot. Using phrases that a teen girl would use as I explained why Landon hadn’t walked with his class, “And he was like this, and we were like that…” I seriously used the term “like” um, LIKE a lot. Am I almost 40 or 14?
Hickeys? Primitive speech? Where was my big wad of gum?
Will I ever grow up? Is there any hope for me?
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Monday, June 1, 2009
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