don't let the title fool you, i am a very happily married woman. very.happily.
i am however on a hunt for some pretty kitchens whilst i decide what tickles my fancy. i am at that stage in the process where i have to make up my mind, you all know the pains that will ensue. it is much more fun to narrow a couple of things down than to choose one specifically. i have met with 4 highly recommended cabinet makers. i met with them all, and then i sent them the pictures i am in love with as of late and they are all bidding my kitchen. hey, that's a catchy new HGTV show -{bid my kitchen}
alas.
these are the links i sent them, sorry the pictures won't save and let me show you without a click.
numero uno, the first picture in this post.
CLICK HERE
the bar does it for me. in our new wood structure lies the workings for a bar 8 feet by 8 feet. a kitchen bar is the center of the kitchen i did decide, so why not make it the showcase of the kitchen. i love the white cabinetry with the thin 2mm solid black surface. most of all, i heart the island and the home built for the great inspiration on the shelf. i love that the cookbooks get to be displayed here. so those were some of the demands i made to the cabinet makers.
numero 2
the third picture in the above link. the one with the shelf over the 3 windows. i made my plans to have 3 windows in the kitchen, right over the sink. which reminds me that i need to go and order my sink. check. there will be a pretty plain shelf just like this one.....
and c, lastly.
this one.click here obsessed.love.lust.must.need.oh, do you covet? i do....
i love the thick cabinetry and that overhang on the island got incorporated to the eating side of my bar with those square posts to secure them. oh beauty. i look at this picture far too long some days...the color on the walls also makes me dream of what room will be the recipient of that color....
so, bids are being gathered, which cabinet maker can make all of this girls dreams come true within budget? well, it might just be impossible, but i can't wait for my dreams to become a reality......i'll keep you posted!
Monday, March 30, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
{the making of me} chapter 10
the visitors.
we each had a sibling come to town. mountain man was our first visitor and our second. after moving us out there, he came for "winds of love"s birthday a few weeks after our arrival. i had staked out a small carnival in a port town thrown by the baptist church. it was lovely. fish and chips with sweet potato fries were involved as well as a down pour that gave us our first dose of east coast rain. never.in.my.life had i see a down pour like that. we had to pull over in our scenic route because i thought hell had been unleashed and i didn't think the trusty taurus would make it out unscathed. we took refuge under some trees off to the side of the road as other cars drove by unfazed.
mountain man told us the tale of a napoleon dynamite that had hit the rocky mountains with some shredded cheese and a tube of chapstick. he would tell us tales of boondoggle and crap being left on someone's porch. i thought it was quite weird and he assured me he would be letting us watch the show when he could get his hands on it. it did make me homesick to see him. knowing he would be returning to everything familiar and cozy to me. i kept telling myself i could do this, i could do this. still no tears had been shed in depression or longing up to that point.
we heard news that s.mac's brother, wife and new baby were coming for a weekend. we were thrilled and got to bustling around the house making it functional for company. it was decided that we would trek to the boston, mass. area. we headed out on holiday labor day weekend. we were out the door around 9:30 am only to come upon the road block of a race being held in the down town area we lived. every road to the freeway was blocked by runners and police men. no notice was left on our door that we would be unable to get out. i was a cussing mess after 45 minutes of this nonsense. i almost broke my crying spurt right then and there. luckily, we found our way out of the mess and got to our road trip.
the city was unlike anything i thought boston would be. i fell in love, deeply. it was one of the most friendly towns and that was a welcome refuge from the unfriendliness the east coast had shown us so far. s.mac's dad is a tour guide and told us that he one day wants to grow old in boston because of the people. he loves it there. he gave us the tip off of the red brick trail and faneuil square. we were able to walk the trail, eat in the sea of choices at the market and fall in love minute by minute with the lovely place. it was so invigorating for me. it was also expensive. parking, road tolls and food put us in the "we can do this one more time while we live here" category.
s.mac's brother was looking at a school in the area and we were able to peruse the cambridge area and the beautiful harvard and MIT campus. they were so picturesque. i loved seeing the rowers on the water and the colonial architecture.
all in all, the visiting both comforted me and made me lonely. i was so jealous of the landing their departing planes would be doing. a part of me was thinking the 2 years ahead were too long and too hard. i really couldn't see myself here for 2 years. on the up side, it gave me pride in our new area to have visitors and show them the beauty of brick oven pizza, a cannoli from libby's, thai food that rocked and the campus, that was the comforting part of visitors. i was determined to make our house a home and settle.
i think the only thing that kept me going at this point was the sunday's we got to partake in. it was the one familiar place to me. familiar songs, familiar feelings of bonding thru belief and those beautiful missionaries that greeted us every sunday at that door with a hand shake and a smile. i would wait all week for it.
we each had a sibling come to town. mountain man was our first visitor and our second. after moving us out there, he came for "winds of love"s birthday a few weeks after our arrival. i had staked out a small carnival in a port town thrown by the baptist church. it was lovely. fish and chips with sweet potato fries were involved as well as a down pour that gave us our first dose of east coast rain. never.in.my.life had i see a down pour like that. we had to pull over in our scenic route because i thought hell had been unleashed and i didn't think the trusty taurus would make it out unscathed. we took refuge under some trees off to the side of the road as other cars drove by unfazed.
mountain man told us the tale of a napoleon dynamite that had hit the rocky mountains with some shredded cheese and a tube of chapstick. he would tell us tales of boondoggle and crap being left on someone's porch. i thought it was quite weird and he assured me he would be letting us watch the show when he could get his hands on it. it did make me homesick to see him. knowing he would be returning to everything familiar and cozy to me. i kept telling myself i could do this, i could do this. still no tears had been shed in depression or longing up to that point.
we heard news that s.mac's brother, wife and new baby were coming for a weekend. we were thrilled and got to bustling around the house making it functional for company. it was decided that we would trek to the boston, mass. area. we headed out on holiday labor day weekend. we were out the door around 9:30 am only to come upon the road block of a race being held in the down town area we lived. every road to the freeway was blocked by runners and police men. no notice was left on our door that we would be unable to get out. i was a cussing mess after 45 minutes of this nonsense. i almost broke my crying spurt right then and there. luckily, we found our way out of the mess and got to our road trip.
the city was unlike anything i thought boston would be. i fell in love, deeply. it was one of the most friendly towns and that was a welcome refuge from the unfriendliness the east coast had shown us so far. s.mac's dad is a tour guide and told us that he one day wants to grow old in boston because of the people. he loves it there. he gave us the tip off of the red brick trail and faneuil square. we were able to walk the trail, eat in the sea of choices at the market and fall in love minute by minute with the lovely place. it was so invigorating for me. it was also expensive. parking, road tolls and food put us in the "we can do this one more time while we live here" category.
s.mac's brother was looking at a school in the area and we were able to peruse the cambridge area and the beautiful harvard and MIT campus. they were so picturesque. i loved seeing the rowers on the water and the colonial architecture.
all in all, the visiting both comforted me and made me lonely. i was so jealous of the landing their departing planes would be doing. a part of me was thinking the 2 years ahead were too long and too hard. i really couldn't see myself here for 2 years. on the up side, it gave me pride in our new area to have visitors and show them the beauty of brick oven pizza, a cannoli from libby's, thai food that rocked and the campus, that was the comforting part of visitors. i was determined to make our house a home and settle.
i think the only thing that kept me going at this point was the sunday's we got to partake in. it was the one familiar place to me. familiar songs, familiar feelings of bonding thru belief and those beautiful missionaries that greeted us every sunday at that door with a hand shake and a smile. i would wait all week for it.
Friday, March 27, 2009
jobs and thoughts
and thoughts and jobs.
i posted a while back about the decision we were facing about employment.
did i mention that the night it happened, my little redheaded husband came to me with tear filled eyes brimming with gratitude that in these troubled times we weren't being faced with lack of employment? (that was a long run on sentence that was meant to demonstrate our gratitude.)
without going into too much detail, i will say that s.mac made a decision. i felt like it was his to make because either option was good. the new offer from the current job was wonderful and the new job offer was wonderful as well. it came down to s.mac taking some time to ponder and contemplate and call on a higher power to offer some warm fuzzies directing his decision.
i am so happy he was able to come up with the job to take feeling so strongly that it was the best one, and held the best future.
so that begs me to tell you that he is going to be taking the new job offer. he will be with a neuro surgeon in the area that he has been friends with for over 8 years. it doesn't mean that he hasn't lost sleep or shed tears about the surgeon he is leaving. it has been one of the harder things he has had to do. they are such good friends, always getting compliments in the OR from staff about how well they work together and they always let this pair know what a rare thing that is.
in the process of s.mac's job being posted as open, we have had a lot of phone calls at this house with interest for this job. it furthers our grateful hearts for these 2choices. with the downward spiral our economy seems to be doing, i thought his field of medicine was immune from the job layoffs and cutting back that seems to surround us. as these phone calls have been pouring in to our home of interested candidates in his job, i am shocked to find out of the lay offs, slow times and furlough's that PA's in this state are experiencing. people who fund clinics can't afford to fund anymore, dr's aren't busy like they used to be and people are not hiring right now. it has been super humbling for us to be able to recognize our blessings everyday. i also keep in the back of my mind a little extra gratitude for these events, knowing we aren't immune to hard things and our turn will one day be taken again as is has in years past. we will get the opportunity to learn from opposition.
in the next few months chit chat at this house will be of spines, the delicate brain and perfecting the neuro exam. his new books have been ordered and the learning has begun. so, adios. i am off to be the "patient" as he performs neuro exams to make sure my brain is ok.;)
i posted a while back about the decision we were facing about employment.
did i mention that the night it happened, my little redheaded husband came to me with tear filled eyes brimming with gratitude that in these troubled times we weren't being faced with lack of employment? (that was a long run on sentence that was meant to demonstrate our gratitude.)
without going into too much detail, i will say that s.mac made a decision. i felt like it was his to make because either option was good. the new offer from the current job was wonderful and the new job offer was wonderful as well. it came down to s.mac taking some time to ponder and contemplate and call on a higher power to offer some warm fuzzies directing his decision.
i am so happy he was able to come up with the job to take feeling so strongly that it was the best one, and held the best future.
so that begs me to tell you that he is going to be taking the new job offer. he will be with a neuro surgeon in the area that he has been friends with for over 8 years. it doesn't mean that he hasn't lost sleep or shed tears about the surgeon he is leaving. it has been one of the harder things he has had to do. they are such good friends, always getting compliments in the OR from staff about how well they work together and they always let this pair know what a rare thing that is.
in the process of s.mac's job being posted as open, we have had a lot of phone calls at this house with interest for this job. it furthers our grateful hearts for these 2choices. with the downward spiral our economy seems to be doing, i thought his field of medicine was immune from the job layoffs and cutting back that seems to surround us. as these phone calls have been pouring in to our home of interested candidates in his job, i am shocked to find out of the lay offs, slow times and furlough's that PA's in this state are experiencing. people who fund clinics can't afford to fund anymore, dr's aren't busy like they used to be and people are not hiring right now. it has been super humbling for us to be able to recognize our blessings everyday. i also keep in the back of my mind a little extra gratitude for these events, knowing we aren't immune to hard things and our turn will one day be taken again as is has in years past. we will get the opportunity to learn from opposition.
in the next few months chit chat at this house will be of spines, the delicate brain and perfecting the neuro exam. his new books have been ordered and the learning has begun. so, adios. i am off to be the "patient" as he performs neuro exams to make sure my brain is ok.;)
Thursday, March 26, 2009
texting testimony
i admit to be slow to jump on the bandwagon of texting. within the last 2 years i have fallen a little more in love everyday. when s.mac is up to his elbows in the operating room and not available for commenting on the phone, i can text a little something lovie or not so much. he might receive a {911}, {blood and stitches} or maybe a little {call me NOW}. then he knows in between cases, when he should be using the facilities or grabbing a snack, he should text or call the mrs.
i used to be SO against it because i thought it took the personal out of communicating. putting us back to the stone age with thx,lol,mil and other such abominable short cuts. sometimes i feel the need to doctor my texts up with periods and capitalization (what?me?) and then every once in a while i go out on a limb and throw in a...... comma. one of my besties recently showed me how to do the WORD option where this little contraption magically guesses every word you put in. i was shocked and it took going out to dinner with her and her husbie twice before i got it. then, once i did, i sent her a text saying {thanks}. we are texters, my bestie and i. we talk about trivial things like steamers and windex. we always text about recipes and food. we are such trivial talkers sometimes she forgets to tell me that her sister is pregnant or she put in her adoption papers for baby #2. hello. and then i have to call her to tell her she forgot to tell me about it because my uncle married her aunt and the family talk tree gives me the information she does not.
i talked to her this weekend about shin splints and female torture tactics that show up inconveniently. s.mac told her to call him if the shins didn't feel happy soon. i got the call monday from the family talk tree that she had been in the hospital all weekend with trauma. she gets sick fast and easy and the shin splints were aches that proved something else was wrong. here it is, days later and there are still no answers for her ailing body. and everyday, i get a simple text from her husband. today, i am grateful for texting. her husband manages a title office, goes to school full time and is trying to care for their beautiful baby as my bestie goes in for more tests and waits patiently at the hospital for diagnosis. i don't want to call him to add to the burden he is currently shouldering and she is beyond words with the pain that has taken over he entire body, requiring constant pain meds that require sleep to relieve her ailing body.
so today, my heart that seems heavy knowing what my bestie is going thru, feels a little lighter with 54 letters from the husbie. and for sure, you can believe the most springy flowers were ordered to be delivered today to give her a glimpse that life will be waiting for her once she is out.......
i used to be SO against it because i thought it took the personal out of communicating. putting us back to the stone age with thx,lol,mil and other such abominable short cuts. sometimes i feel the need to doctor my texts up with periods and capitalization (what?me?) and then every once in a while i go out on a limb and throw in a...... comma. one of my besties recently showed me how to do the WORD option where this little contraption magically guesses every word you put in. i was shocked and it took going out to dinner with her and her husbie twice before i got it. then, once i did, i sent her a text saying {thanks}. we are texters, my bestie and i. we talk about trivial things like steamers and windex. we always text about recipes and food. we are such trivial talkers sometimes she forgets to tell me that her sister is pregnant or she put in her adoption papers for baby #2. hello. and then i have to call her to tell her she forgot to tell me about it because my uncle married her aunt and the family talk tree gives me the information she does not.
i talked to her this weekend about shin splints and female torture tactics that show up inconveniently. s.mac told her to call him if the shins didn't feel happy soon. i got the call monday from the family talk tree that she had been in the hospital all weekend with trauma. she gets sick fast and easy and the shin splints were aches that proved something else was wrong. here it is, days later and there are still no answers for her ailing body. and everyday, i get a simple text from her husband. today, i am grateful for texting. her husband manages a title office, goes to school full time and is trying to care for their beautiful baby as my bestie goes in for more tests and waits patiently at the hospital for diagnosis. i don't want to call him to add to the burden he is currently shouldering and she is beyond words with the pain that has taken over he entire body, requiring constant pain meds that require sleep to relieve her ailing body.
so today, my heart that seems heavy knowing what my bestie is going thru, feels a little lighter with 54 letters from the husbie. and for sure, you can believe the most springy flowers were ordered to be delivered today to give her a glimpse that life will be waiting for her once she is out.......
Monday, March 23, 2009
romancing the scale.....
well, not the scale. but i am talking about fitness here. it is something i struggle with, real bad.
i am in no way complaining about where i am at with my body, i gave that up a long time ago. i spent the entire teen years practicing walking a certain way to hide the junky trunk i inherited. i proudly carry my junky trunk now, fine with it. we've grown on each other. in my teenage years i was waking up some mornings before the sun, going on walks with my dad, trying to run from puberty. it took my 78 pound frame and slapped it silly with the weight stick. i mean, up and down and back again. i counted fat grams, went on the cabbage soup diet, tried buns of steel, and about every possible gimmick. i even bought chitosol, the amazing TV infomercial that collected all the fat from your intake and isolated it, making your body never process it. all that did was make my plumbing so clogged it took an african bird pepper pill to rid me from the clutches of chitosol. then we added some necessary medication into the mix that made me swell up like a balloon the month before junior prom. i kept growing out of dresses, it was not fun.
i always hated when i had the "time to go on a diet" mind set. i felt so deprived, so sad. didn't like looking at myself or heaven forbid swim suit season. every april i would get the "diet" feeling. what a horrid way to spend the teenage years.
then, i got married, went off medication, had a baby and lost all the weight. something happened when i got pregnant. i never worked out, never lifted a finger. i can't say i ate to my hearts content either, i just got busy with other things besides eating.
then, i discovered cooking. i loved following thru with a recipe and having it turn out so well. eating my preparations made me cut back what i was eating in quantity because i felt so satisfied with the whole process of it. i can watch a cooking show and feel full, it just does something for me without trying it. so weird, right?
lately, as this old haggard body is approaching the big 30, i have noticed sagging in places that have always been full and fat. i have never considered jeans that need extra saddle bag room, always rump room, but not 3 inches below the rump to carry the sag. i almost think the sag may be beyond repair. throw nursing into the mix and you want to post an ad on a milk carton - please find my body that up and left me, please. pregnancy took my body and threw it to the thunder storms and rain, returning it gloomy and dismal. the scale has not bothered me the past 8 years, it's the stretchy skin that i fear has gone forever. surgery holds no answers for me. i can't be fully honest with you unless i tell you there was a time in the early 20's i thought the only way i could be made whole was to have an enhancement or some skin removal. now, as i approach my 30's, the thought makes me giggle like a school girl. leaving the utah rat race of beauty for 2 years was the best thing i ever, ever could have done for myself.
adding diversity in my life with other nationalities, cultures and looks - it was easy for me to embrace me. all of me. sag, droop and body. i wasn't like everyone else, my sag was uniquely mine. i was able to start deciphering the different looks of the asian culture and could surely tell you a korean from a japanese, no problem. it opened my eyes the shallowness i looked with before my east coast stint. here, in the current residence of the rocky mountains, there are A LOT of 20 something young white mothers. we all mesh and try to look alike oddly. i guess that is what happens. i miss the culture but am grateful for the embracing it helped me do with my own saggy mess because deep in my bones, i know this is where we are supposed to be for this time. that doesn't mean i don't about jump out of my skin when i brush shoulders with another culture at the local market. our first day back in the rocky mountains, over 2 years ago, we were at the local store. we were grocery shopping s.mac and i. there were 2 black kids and he told me he was going to ask if he could hug them he was so glad to see beyond the white. i grabbed his arm and threatened him with my pregnancy eyes, one look at the bulge in my mid-section gave him reason to stay at bay.
so today, i reflect with gratitude for the experience of being uniquely me. embracing it without having to go under the knife to make me feel whole. discovering these feelings and making them alive again makes me see the importance of some good physical activity without the intent of making jeans fit a certain way or a shirt to sit just so. celebrate you today, just for me. there will be less honking on the freeway for sure if we all partook. thank you.
i am in no way complaining about where i am at with my body, i gave that up a long time ago. i spent the entire teen years practicing walking a certain way to hide the junky trunk i inherited. i proudly carry my junky trunk now, fine with it. we've grown on each other. in my teenage years i was waking up some mornings before the sun, going on walks with my dad, trying to run from puberty. it took my 78 pound frame and slapped it silly with the weight stick. i mean, up and down and back again. i counted fat grams, went on the cabbage soup diet, tried buns of steel, and about every possible gimmick. i even bought chitosol, the amazing TV infomercial that collected all the fat from your intake and isolated it, making your body never process it. all that did was make my plumbing so clogged it took an african bird pepper pill to rid me from the clutches of chitosol. then we added some necessary medication into the mix that made me swell up like a balloon the month before junior prom. i kept growing out of dresses, it was not fun.
i always hated when i had the "time to go on a diet" mind set. i felt so deprived, so sad. didn't like looking at myself or heaven forbid swim suit season. every april i would get the "diet" feeling. what a horrid way to spend the teenage years.
then, i got married, went off medication, had a baby and lost all the weight. something happened when i got pregnant. i never worked out, never lifted a finger. i can't say i ate to my hearts content either, i just got busy with other things besides eating.
then, i discovered cooking. i loved following thru with a recipe and having it turn out so well. eating my preparations made me cut back what i was eating in quantity because i felt so satisfied with the whole process of it. i can watch a cooking show and feel full, it just does something for me without trying it. so weird, right?
lately, as this old haggard body is approaching the big 30, i have noticed sagging in places that have always been full and fat. i have never considered jeans that need extra saddle bag room, always rump room, but not 3 inches below the rump to carry the sag. i almost think the sag may be beyond repair. throw nursing into the mix and you want to post an ad on a milk carton - please find my body that up and left me, please. pregnancy took my body and threw it to the thunder storms and rain, returning it gloomy and dismal. the scale has not bothered me the past 8 years, it's the stretchy skin that i fear has gone forever. surgery holds no answers for me. i can't be fully honest with you unless i tell you there was a time in the early 20's i thought the only way i could be made whole was to have an enhancement or some skin removal. now, as i approach my 30's, the thought makes me giggle like a school girl. leaving the utah rat race of beauty for 2 years was the best thing i ever, ever could have done for myself.
adding diversity in my life with other nationalities, cultures and looks - it was easy for me to embrace me. all of me. sag, droop and body. i wasn't like everyone else, my sag was uniquely mine. i was able to start deciphering the different looks of the asian culture and could surely tell you a korean from a japanese, no problem. it opened my eyes the shallowness i looked with before my east coast stint. here, in the current residence of the rocky mountains, there are A LOT of 20 something young white mothers. we all mesh and try to look alike oddly. i guess that is what happens. i miss the culture but am grateful for the embracing it helped me do with my own saggy mess because deep in my bones, i know this is where we are supposed to be for this time. that doesn't mean i don't about jump out of my skin when i brush shoulders with another culture at the local market. our first day back in the rocky mountains, over 2 years ago, we were at the local store. we were grocery shopping s.mac and i. there were 2 black kids and he told me he was going to ask if he could hug them he was so glad to see beyond the white. i grabbed his arm and threatened him with my pregnancy eyes, one look at the bulge in my mid-section gave him reason to stay at bay.
so today, i reflect with gratitude for the experience of being uniquely me. embracing it without having to go under the knife to make me feel whole. discovering these feelings and making them alive again makes me see the importance of some good physical activity without the intent of making jeans fit a certain way or a shirt to sit just so. celebrate you today, just for me. there will be less honking on the freeway for sure if we all partook. thank you.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
giggles for you
if you or someone you know was a victim of the ravaging affects of the mullet, perms or haywire glasses - please find support at this site, click here
Monday, March 9, 2009
the making of me {chapter 9}
as we got to talking to our new found friends this sunday we eventually set off to our car and back to our "new home".
s.mac informed me that we had been invited to dinner with some students and their families that were attending the medical school. i thought it was so nice that a woman would open her house last minute at the happenstance showing of this new family to the ward.
he told me they lived right across the way in our apartment complex. they had a daughter "winds of love's" age and she was expecting a little boy in a few weeks. they also invited another couple over, which ironically enough, turned out to have utah connections also. this couple had seen our moving truck and our trusty ford taurus with those utah plates that boasted the golden arches and that night had brought my husband dinner. so, i knew this dinner invitation was going to be flowing over with good people.
we were able to go over, eat a wonderful stew from todd's mission, spain, that he made. we were able to talk and enjoy their company. the little girls took to each other quickly. poor bud "e" was in an ear infection kick for about 8 months of our time on the east. this night we found him starting to show all the signs of an unhappy baby and excused ourselves early. on our way out we bumped into more familiar faces we had seen from church that day and realized that where we were living was the mormon mecca. why, in one 4 plex alone there were 3 mormon families. there were playgrounds in our complex that were always laced with the shrills of delight from hapy tots.
we ended our social night with tension thick at our house. s.mac was to start school in the morning and i had scarcely made myself familiar with the town. i was incredibly nervous, 3 days wasn't enough for me to feel confident on my own.
how could i live in a place i had to put a bar on the steering wheel just to park at the grocery store? i was determined to make this place our own. i started mapping out saturdays and where we would explore. s.mac had raided the local welcome station's magazines and it soon became my hobby finding a town to explore and a little local favorite to grab a bite to eat. it was my salvation the first few months.
s.mac did this wonderful, fabulous thing for me in grad school. he committed himself to our little family from 5 to 7 every night. i promised to have dinner ready and he helped bath, read books and put the children into a fitful slumber. he then returned his focus to studying efforts from 7-10. he wanted also to dedicate his weekends to us. he felt strongly about not abandoning his wife once school started. it was a most lovely schedule. he was rewarded in his priorities with his test scores and the ability to be able to meet the schools standards. and so the week went. and then turned into months of that rhythmic schedule.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
on the playground down the street...
there is a little brown headed girl who i will refer to as "winds of love". she has decided that she is a qualified teacher of the following things:
horse lesens
duck lesons
laphing lesons
tap lesons
she wrote these titles on her fathers note cards and passed them around the recess hour for a few days. she had many people interested in tap lessons. i was interested in how she would teach them as she hasn't ever tapped. laphing lesons i knew she would be skilled at and she does the most killer duck sound she figured out on a 5 hour flight across the coasts.
before i could approve of any of this, i had to make sure that she hadn't been tapping into allowance funds for the skilled instructor before i approved of such creative childhood endeavors.
when bud "e" asked her what exactly horse lessons would entail as he was deeply contemplating signing up, she told him she got the idea from her yale buddy jessica. you see, jessica handed down some clog shoes 3 years ago and this year, "winds of love" finally grew into them. she had a brilliant memory flash of her and this buddy in the clogs, running as fast as they could on the playground sidewalk and how the running in clogs amazingly replicated the trot of a horse. bud "e" was sold, well, until "winds of love" pointed out that he should under no circumstances be owning a pair of clogs. she did reassure him that he was welcome to sign up for duck lessons and she explained to him the doors that would open for him. he impolitely declined.
and so it goes, preparations for lessons here.....
horse lesens
duck lesons
laphing lesons
tap lesons
she wrote these titles on her fathers note cards and passed them around the recess hour for a few days. she had many people interested in tap lessons. i was interested in how she would teach them as she hasn't ever tapped. laphing lesons i knew she would be skilled at and she does the most killer duck sound she figured out on a 5 hour flight across the coasts.
before i could approve of any of this, i had to make sure that she hadn't been tapping into allowance funds for the skilled instructor before i approved of such creative childhood endeavors.
when bud "e" asked her what exactly horse lessons would entail as he was deeply contemplating signing up, she told him she got the idea from her yale buddy jessica. you see, jessica handed down some clog shoes 3 years ago and this year, "winds of love" finally grew into them. she had a brilliant memory flash of her and this buddy in the clogs, running as fast as they could on the playground sidewalk and how the running in clogs amazingly replicated the trot of a horse. bud "e" was sold, well, until "winds of love" pointed out that he should under no circumstances be owning a pair of clogs. she did reassure him that he was welcome to sign up for duck lessons and she explained to him the doors that would open for him. he impolitely declined.
and so it goes, preparations for lessons here.....
Friday, March 6, 2009
i'm not above it you know
a post about motherhood...
i have been watching a lot of sesame, barney, franklin and little bear to get us thru the woes of my little hella and the ectomy{s} she had yesterday. adenoids and tonsills got the boot. i was much, much more calm this time around. last year with bud "e" i was in the depths of despair thinking of putting an innocent star wars lover thru an elective surgery.
this time around i knew how dangerous it was for her to keep them. nothing too out of the ordinary. her IV came loose in the struggle to {come to} after the blades were down and then there was the incident where my red headed PA noticed her arm bulging to unnatural sizes. all the schooling was worth it, whew. we got a nurse to take the menace IV out of her arm and the injury site had fully recovered by this evening. the trick has been not to let the meds overlap the allocated time, it HAS TO BE EVERY SIX HOURS for happiness. and when you don't do that to the second....
you end up calling your mother blubbering into oblivion to come take the crying child into her arms. i have to admit that is not typical behavior from this phone number to hers. well, rarely. needless to say, my mother got a sobbing call from me after i had been up since 3 am trying to get something in her belly. i made homemade applesauce, pancakes, scrambled eggs, danimals yogurt, and anything else you could imagine. all she wanted was peanut butter toast. of course she couldn't eat that. after a couple of hours of that, i started crying with her, pleading to eat something else. i just lost it. that happens sometimes to the motha. overloaded and all with the nighttime duty and the syringes in hand, mentally clocking the next time medicine intake is necessary. within minutes of the white flag going up, me madre was over in record time with a fresh whipped strawberry protein ice cream shake in a pink sippy, the peanut butter toast lover left only 2 drops of grandma's magic. per grandma's orders, i bustled myself off to brush my teeth and clean my tired head. i sat in the shower way beyond a normal time, i had tears come up for jason and molly, and then melissa, and then about how one time i didn't let bud "e" buy a toy at the store, and how "winds of love" and i haven't got to snuggle for a while. i let a few tears loose because the red head has missed dinner a couple of time this week to check {pro}gress on the new timbers, i cried about how many gray hairs obama has and how happy i am that after 9 years of marriage - we will have a home of our own, and so on and so on. i mean they came. i cried for the job situation, for the clothes i wear that do not claim a place in 2009 and mostly, i cried because my hella was so sad. miserable. any mother knows, heart strings attach right behind the guilt nerve located right behind the eye{s}. in the shower i resolved to love her better and be like grandma. all calm and soothing. the situation was helped immensely when s.mac was home early and gave me some much needed shut eye in between the mandatory "where is this" and "where is that" interruption. my mother in law graciously took the older two for an exciting sleepover at the canyon house to ease my tears, how i love the mothers in my life. they took care of me so i could continue the cycle of good women that learn a lot in the shower with tears streaming down their face. how to be more gentle and more loving. i thought about how my semi-annual read, the peace giver, that teaches me that someone else knows how i feel when i hand my baby over to strangers with lots of faith things will go smoothly.
and on the happy front, once we fulfilled our dutiful 6 hour dedication to the syringe, liquid and eating right after - we are happy. she is kissing my face tonight, talking up a storm and indulging on a rare appearance of mac and crack, er cheese at the bar. so, from this house to yours may your tears encompass all the tragedies these tears covered today - and may your load feel lighter afterwards.....amen
i have been watching a lot of sesame, barney, franklin and little bear to get us thru the woes of my little hella and the ectomy{s} she had yesterday. adenoids and tonsills got the boot. i was much, much more calm this time around. last year with bud "e" i was in the depths of despair thinking of putting an innocent star wars lover thru an elective surgery.
this time around i knew how dangerous it was for her to keep them. nothing too out of the ordinary. her IV came loose in the struggle to {come to} after the blades were down and then there was the incident where my red headed PA noticed her arm bulging to unnatural sizes. all the schooling was worth it, whew. we got a nurse to take the menace IV out of her arm and the injury site had fully recovered by this evening. the trick has been not to let the meds overlap the allocated time, it HAS TO BE EVERY SIX HOURS for happiness. and when you don't do that to the second....
you end up calling your mother blubbering into oblivion to come take the crying child into her arms. i have to admit that is not typical behavior from this phone number to hers. well, rarely. needless to say, my mother got a sobbing call from me after i had been up since 3 am trying to get something in her belly. i made homemade applesauce, pancakes, scrambled eggs, danimals yogurt, and anything else you could imagine. all she wanted was peanut butter toast. of course she couldn't eat that. after a couple of hours of that, i started crying with her, pleading to eat something else. i just lost it. that happens sometimes to the motha. overloaded and all with the nighttime duty and the syringes in hand, mentally clocking the next time medicine intake is necessary. within minutes of the white flag going up, me madre was over in record time with a fresh whipped strawberry protein ice cream shake in a pink sippy, the peanut butter toast lover left only 2 drops of grandma's magic. per grandma's orders, i bustled myself off to brush my teeth and clean my tired head. i sat in the shower way beyond a normal time, i had tears come up for jason and molly, and then melissa, and then about how one time i didn't let bud "e" buy a toy at the store, and how "winds of love" and i haven't got to snuggle for a while. i let a few tears loose because the red head has missed dinner a couple of time this week to check {pro}gress on the new timbers, i cried about how many gray hairs obama has and how happy i am that after 9 years of marriage - we will have a home of our own, and so on and so on. i mean they came. i cried for the job situation, for the clothes i wear that do not claim a place in 2009 and mostly, i cried because my hella was so sad. miserable. any mother knows, heart strings attach right behind the guilt nerve located right behind the eye{s}. in the shower i resolved to love her better and be like grandma. all calm and soothing. the situation was helped immensely when s.mac was home early and gave me some much needed shut eye in between the mandatory "where is this" and "where is that" interruption. my mother in law graciously took the older two for an exciting sleepover at the canyon house to ease my tears, how i love the mothers in my life. they took care of me so i could continue the cycle of good women that learn a lot in the shower with tears streaming down their face. how to be more gentle and more loving. i thought about how my semi-annual read, the peace giver, that teaches me that someone else knows how i feel when i hand my baby over to strangers with lots of faith things will go smoothly.
and on the happy front, once we fulfilled our dutiful 6 hour dedication to the syringe, liquid and eating right after - we are happy. she is kissing my face tonight, talking up a storm and indulging on a rare appearance of mac and crack, er cheese at the bar. so, from this house to yours may your tears encompass all the tragedies these tears covered today - and may your load feel lighter afterwards.....amen
Monday, March 2, 2009
progress...
please, pronounce that as PRO gress instead of pragress. i am kind of in love with french canadian accents as of late. a little property virgins from HGTV makes me happy.
sidetracking stopped.
here are the timbers as of last week, and yesterday......we got a roof. pictures to come soon.
weekend.
temple {new}.indian food {bombay house} declaration from bud "e" it was the best meal he ever had {proud and happy motha}. homestead {swimming}. spin cafe {happy}. zoo. {stinky} dinner for a neighbor and new baby {hungry in 2 ways} some pictures....
and a little house browsing in the lovely swiss town of midway. it is our other hobby, i mean ONLY hobby as of late..
and a little house browsing in the lovely swiss town of midway. it is our other hobby, i mean ONLY hobby as of late..
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
living vicariously....
thru people who love the city as much as i do.
have i ever told you i pray at night that s.mac and i will get called on missions for our church to the big city when we are old and decrepit?
i do. i love manhattan. s.mac, not so much. he gets twitchy and nervous, and okay - i will give him a break, there were 2 strollers involved on our excursions plus the subway. not fun. i always tried getting him there, every weekend our bodies claimed stake to close proximity of the place. but - he hated it. period.
when i was 8 months pregnant, my redhead was supposed to graduate. we were apart for 5 weeks while he finished up and i settled "winds of love" into a kindergarten routine in our new state. our plan was to have me fly out for his graduation and we would hit the big city, just the 2 of us. i had plans for food, food and more food. possibly we were going to slide some broadway in there as well as some shopping.
life happens and we had a sad family tragedy. s.mac came home the minute he heard and missed his graduation. i love him. we also missed our weekend in the big city. it was my chance to prove to him that he indeed loved the big city, just not with 2 strollers. we have never gotten back. life still happens and we always find an excuse or a reason to put our green somewhere else. tragic isn't it?
thankfully, i can live vicariously thru these folks and get my fix
W.W.E.D.
mormon in manhattan
rockstar diaries
maybe you will discover your love for the city as well as you live thru them....
have i ever told you i pray at night that s.mac and i will get called on missions for our church to the big city when we are old and decrepit?
i do. i love manhattan. s.mac, not so much. he gets twitchy and nervous, and okay - i will give him a break, there were 2 strollers involved on our excursions plus the subway. not fun. i always tried getting him there, every weekend our bodies claimed stake to close proximity of the place. but - he hated it. period.
when i was 8 months pregnant, my redhead was supposed to graduate. we were apart for 5 weeks while he finished up and i settled "winds of love" into a kindergarten routine in our new state. our plan was to have me fly out for his graduation and we would hit the big city, just the 2 of us. i had plans for food, food and more food. possibly we were going to slide some broadway in there as well as some shopping.
life happens and we had a sad family tragedy. s.mac came home the minute he heard and missed his graduation. i love him. we also missed our weekend in the big city. it was my chance to prove to him that he indeed loved the big city, just not with 2 strollers. we have never gotten back. life still happens and we always find an excuse or a reason to put our green somewhere else. tragic isn't it?
thankfully, i can live vicariously thru these folks and get my fix
W.W.E.D.
mormon in manhattan
rockstar diaries
maybe you will discover your love for the city as well as you live thru them....
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
how this book gets to me..
from time to time.
the whole concept of this book inspires me. i really, highly, exuberantly recommend this book. it has permanent stay on my nightstand. before bed i pick it up and read and skim and then ponder for a while. then, i pray.
it delves into how we should live life, how she cured herself from a cancer ridden body by simply extinguishing her negative thoughts. louise has made her way around the world, oprah swears by it. my mothers copy is tattered and torn. i simply stumbled upon the book and then discovered the fan club that comes with it afterwards, so accept my apologies if this is old hat to you. small, cheap - might just change the way you think.....every woman must partake...
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
the tooth fairy chronicles
as "winds of love" has been loosing her teeth like they are going out of style, each night time pillow placement got more and more complex on the tooth fairy's part. one night she was at a friends house having a sleepover and we had to slip the 8 quarters in a baggie with a note, hand it to the father and then give explicit instructions on placement and the answers to the questions surely to be asked by this inquisitive gal.
then, another one, days later and there waiting for me was a note. usually i slant my writing and leave her a note - she took me by surprise by leaving me a note, asking if the tooth fairy could be her pen pal. i responded with something like, i would love to find you a pen pal. in her best 2nd grade reading skills, she somehow took that as yes, i will be your tooth fairy pen pal.
so, the notes began. she has hid some of them and taken others to school, drat it all. but, the ones i was able to snatch away from the clutches of her hiding spots, i did. and now, i impart....
to: tooth fary from: "winds of love"
I've ben wondering Are you the olny tooth fary? Some time will you stay to let me see you? sincerely, "winds of love"
response
dear sweet "winds of love",
i am not the only tooth fairy. there are many, many tooth fairies. we have a lot of teeth to collect. even with magic it is hard to get all of them. i am YOUR special tooth fairy, assigned special to you. only fairies can see other fairies. kids don't have enough magic to see us. babies can see us because they can't talk.
love, the tooth fairy
then, in between these 2 letters, there were inquiries about a name to which i responded with "noree" {that is what hella's name almost was} and what are your friends names. i told her esmay and tiki. she asked what fairies and their friends do, i told her they play games like ant, ant bee and poke the dot. she asked what i looked like and i told her light brown hair with green eyes. she asked me for a picture of myself and i told her fairies turn invisible when the flash goes off. somewhere in the mix, i received a strawberry under her pillow with a note attached. she told me they were her favorite. i told her thank you and that the strawberries grow much smaller in fairy land, that i would be full for a week.
Loree,
If I don't talk can I see you? do you have more friends that 2?
response
silly "winds of love",
my name is noree! you are so funny. i have lots of fairy friends. some other friends names are ginny, petra and ebbie. i wish you had enough magic to see me! maybe you could use your imagination and draw what you think i look like.
love, noree
Noree,
sorry about last night how i spelled your name rong it's just my grandma's name is loree (correction LaRee)
love, "winds of love" p.s. my name is triky
response
that's okay. that's cool your grandma's name is like me, wow! and we get married in fairy land when we're 1 million years old. we live for 3 million years. love, noree
Noree,
How old are you? I have a sister named Hella and a barther "bud 'E'
response
that's cool. i was wondering what their names were. i am still pretty young. i am 747,707 years old. i have a ways to go before i am married.
and that has been that. no more communication from the depths of the underside of her pillow, but can i tell you a little tidbit?
while all of this was going on, something inside my fairy eyed girl sparked. i was inside her deepest thought process. we were on the same level. she was up early every morning awaiting her response. telling everyone the newest information gathered. the notes were the hit of the playground being passed around to anxious and curious girls.
the most latest happenings on the fairy front are from their mothers, calling me. and we giggle and giggle at the innocence and the edge at which their childhood innocence hangs. one poor little girl left a note for the tooth fairy and it went unanswered. this poor mother wasn't hip to the fairy happenings and her little girl awoke to sheer disappointment. once her mother was informed by another mother as to the pending fairy issue, these concerns were resolved.
it made me happy to be a mother. the older my fairy eyed beauty gets, the harder i find it to relate to her. it's not rattle shaking and tickling anymore. counting books and the abc's no longer spark her interest. i feel a little sad some nights as i review my day, what could i have done better, more. being the fairy friend was the closest i have been in a long, long time to my "winds of love". my happiness came from thoughts she had of friends running in a circle playing games, waiting to be married and waiting for teeth to fall. it helped me in my quest to figure this parenting thing out without going insane, and i think tonight, a new note will be left to pick up right where we left off.....
then, another one, days later and there waiting for me was a note. usually i slant my writing and leave her a note - she took me by surprise by leaving me a note, asking if the tooth fairy could be her pen pal. i responded with something like, i would love to find you a pen pal. in her best 2nd grade reading skills, she somehow took that as yes, i will be your tooth fairy pen pal.
so, the notes began. she has hid some of them and taken others to school, drat it all. but, the ones i was able to snatch away from the clutches of her hiding spots, i did. and now, i impart....
to: tooth fary from: "winds of love"
I've ben wondering Are you the olny tooth fary? Some time will you stay to let me see you? sincerely, "winds of love"
response
dear sweet "winds of love",
i am not the only tooth fairy. there are many, many tooth fairies. we have a lot of teeth to collect. even with magic it is hard to get all of them. i am YOUR special tooth fairy, assigned special to you. only fairies can see other fairies. kids don't have enough magic to see us. babies can see us because they can't talk.
love, the tooth fairy
then, in between these 2 letters, there were inquiries about a name to which i responded with "noree" {that is what hella's name almost was} and what are your friends names. i told her esmay and tiki. she asked what fairies and their friends do, i told her they play games like ant, ant bee and poke the dot. she asked what i looked like and i told her light brown hair with green eyes. she asked me for a picture of myself and i told her fairies turn invisible when the flash goes off. somewhere in the mix, i received a strawberry under her pillow with a note attached. she told me they were her favorite. i told her thank you and that the strawberries grow much smaller in fairy land, that i would be full for a week.
Loree,
If I don't talk can I see you? do you have more friends that 2?
response
silly "winds of love",
my name is noree! you are so funny. i have lots of fairy friends. some other friends names are ginny, petra and ebbie. i wish you had enough magic to see me! maybe you could use your imagination and draw what you think i look like.
love, noree
Noree,
sorry about last night how i spelled your name rong it's just my grandma's name is loree (correction LaRee)
love, "winds of love" p.s. my name is triky
response
that's okay. that's cool your grandma's name is like me, wow! and we get married in fairy land when we're 1 million years old. we live for 3 million years. love, noree
Noree,
How old are you? I have a sister named Hella and a barther "bud 'E'
response
that's cool. i was wondering what their names were. i am still pretty young. i am 747,707 years old. i have a ways to go before i am married.
and that has been that. no more communication from the depths of the underside of her pillow, but can i tell you a little tidbit?
while all of this was going on, something inside my fairy eyed girl sparked. i was inside her deepest thought process. we were on the same level. she was up early every morning awaiting her response. telling everyone the newest information gathered. the notes were the hit of the playground being passed around to anxious and curious girls.
the most latest happenings on the fairy front are from their mothers, calling me. and we giggle and giggle at the innocence and the edge at which their childhood innocence hangs. one poor little girl left a note for the tooth fairy and it went unanswered. this poor mother wasn't hip to the fairy happenings and her little girl awoke to sheer disappointment. once her mother was informed by another mother as to the pending fairy issue, these concerns were resolved.
it made me happy to be a mother. the older my fairy eyed beauty gets, the harder i find it to relate to her. it's not rattle shaking and tickling anymore. counting books and the abc's no longer spark her interest. i feel a little sad some nights as i review my day, what could i have done better, more. being the fairy friend was the closest i have been in a long, long time to my "winds of love". my happiness came from thoughts she had of friends running in a circle playing games, waiting to be married and waiting for teeth to fall. it helped me in my quest to figure this parenting thing out without going insane, and i think tonight, a new note will be left to pick up right where we left off.....
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
thoughts on love
my parents just got back from a week long stint in the islands that most hope to visit in their lifetime. they got some roaring deals that spurred on this winter escape.
this trip was to celebrate 30 years of bliss. i realize in this world we live in today that this is a great milestone. as one of 6 children coming from this union, i think as their offspring, we celebrate this milestone as well.
as a kid, it was not unheard of for my parents to be spotted at a local make out point on their designated date night. every week, my dad courts my mother. every week of my lifetime i can remember this practice going on.
they haven't tripped often. only leaving for a few overnights here and a 3 day trip there. they've stayed close and have strong feelings about leaving kids still at home for extended amounts of time. after all, their strong desire to do their part in the world of parenting still leaves them with two adolescents needing their time.
for 8 glorious days these two escaped the perils of winter and sipped tropical drinks and soaked up the sun. my mom commented that every winter filled with flu, fevers, coughs and doctors visits were worth it for those 8 days. they had an amazing time, coming home like 2 teenagers in love. after all their love was fueled and founded in the crazy years of high school. there are pictures of "i heart jani and i heart bill" so beautifully sculpted in the sand from this bliss filled trip.
my little bud "e" spent the day with his grandpa saturday. running errands and topping it off by playing a rousing game of something technical on the Wii. as we were going thru our bedtime ritual on saturday night he looked and s.mac and i and said something to the effect of the following:
did you guys know that my grandpa has been loving his jani for over 30 years? he's been loving her for longer that you {pointing to me} have been alive mom. that's a way long time you know, to love someone.
my heart melted. and instantly my gratitude to parents, who stuck it out thru the hairy times that we sure to plague parents with 6 kids on one income, was flowing over. they felt strongly about a mom at home to nurture and raise little ones, there to greet them from school with a warm home, cookies on rainy days and a hot meal at
5.love lacing all of the memories i have as a child. my dad always told us that the best gifts as parents they could give to us kids was their love for one another.
how do you thank people that sacrifice so much to make you feel loved in this crazy world?
maybe make a tradition of sending them to the tropics each year.....
this trip was to celebrate 30 years of bliss. i realize in this world we live in today that this is a great milestone. as one of 6 children coming from this union, i think as their offspring, we celebrate this milestone as well.
as a kid, it was not unheard of for my parents to be spotted at a local make out point on their designated date night. every week, my dad courts my mother. every week of my lifetime i can remember this practice going on.
they haven't tripped often. only leaving for a few overnights here and a 3 day trip there. they've stayed close and have strong feelings about leaving kids still at home for extended amounts of time. after all, their strong desire to do their part in the world of parenting still leaves them with two adolescents needing their time.
for 8 glorious days these two escaped the perils of winter and sipped tropical drinks and soaked up the sun. my mom commented that every winter filled with flu, fevers, coughs and doctors visits were worth it for those 8 days. they had an amazing time, coming home like 2 teenagers in love. after all their love was fueled and founded in the crazy years of high school. there are pictures of "i heart jani and i heart bill" so beautifully sculpted in the sand from this bliss filled trip.
my little bud "e" spent the day with his grandpa saturday. running errands and topping it off by playing a rousing game of something technical on the Wii. as we were going thru our bedtime ritual on saturday night he looked and s.mac and i and said something to the effect of the following:
did you guys know that my grandpa has been loving his jani for over 30 years? he's been loving her for longer that you {pointing to me} have been alive mom. that's a way long time you know, to love someone.
my heart melted. and instantly my gratitude to parents, who stuck it out thru the hairy times that we sure to plague parents with 6 kids on one income, was flowing over. they felt strongly about a mom at home to nurture and raise little ones, there to greet them from school with a warm home, cookies on rainy days and a hot meal at
5.love lacing all of the memories i have as a child. my dad always told us that the best gifts as parents they could give to us kids was their love for one another.
how do you thank people that sacrifice so much to make you feel loved in this crazy world?
maybe make a tradition of sending them to the tropics each year.....
Sunday, February 15, 2009
da weener eez.......
kas, for reals!
we didn't cheat, promise. but i am so happy that a future member of my family was picked, i have a vested interest involved here.
it was all fair and equal. ashley picked the winner out as we were all gathered as a big sunday night utah family. she was so excited to be doing something tied to a wedding!
if anyone else is interested, sister has some amazing prices. they are as follows:
for families it is $50 for up to 2 hours. you get the disc of all of the pictures from your session included. i love finding photographers while they are building their portfolio, you get amazing dealios and have such a fresh, creative look for your pictures.
you can email ashley at ashe_julian129@yahoo.com
we didn't cheat, promise. but i am so happy that a future member of my family was picked, i have a vested interest involved here.
it was all fair and equal. ashley picked the winner out as we were all gathered as a big sunday night utah family. she was so excited to be doing something tied to a wedding!
if anyone else is interested, sister has some amazing prices. they are as follows:
for families it is $50 for up to 2 hours. you get the disc of all of the pictures from your session included. i love finding photographers while they are building their portfolio, you get amazing dealios and have such a fresh, creative look for your pictures.
you can email ashley at ashe_julian129@yahoo.com
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
giveaway here
if you are like myself, a good family portrait is all you need to express your own style in your home. i absolutely love a good family portrait that wasn't taken at sears portrait studio. i remember having my bridals done in a park and having people say, oh, that's nice. back then, in the olden days, ahem, outdoors was not hip yet. it was all about studio and boring backdrops. now, don't get me wrong, there are some beautiful studio artists, but they don't come from the mall.
back to the giveaway.
i have been blessed with a beautifully talented sister in law who took my brother off our hands and makes him smile. while she's at it, she takes some amazing pictures. she is wanting to launch her work to a more full time status, so with that - i present a free photo session with miss ashley. leave a comment here, even out of staters who do occasionally visit the motherland can enter, and monday i will announce a winner.
p.s. you know i am totally okay with strangers commenting, more cyber friends to make folks.
and, here's some of her beauty and art..
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back to the giveaway.
i have been blessed with a beautifully talented sister in law who took my brother off our hands and makes him smile. while she's at it, she takes some amazing pictures. she is wanting to launch her work to a more full time status, so with that - i present a free photo session with miss ashley. leave a comment here, even out of staters who do occasionally visit the motherland can enter, and monday i will announce a winner.
p.s. you know i am totally okay with strangers commenting, more cyber friends to make folks.
you can see her HERE
and, here's some of her beauty and art..
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Tuesday, February 10, 2009
the making of me {chapter 8}
although the title {parish house for the center church on the green} may give one thoughts that we switched religions and joined a cult, i assure you it was only the designated meeting place for the mormons in the hood. everyone told us indeed this is where the mormons gather at 10 a.m. on sunday. so, we decided to join them.
downtown we went. in our car, and never did i think i would have to pay for parking to go to church. but it seemed our only option. the lot across the street was our only parking option and we were relieved when someone in passing told us you didn't have to pay on sunday.
we were greeted at the door with missionarie(s). not one, of course, not two, but there were 8 elders in our ward! the flood gates opened, my utah narrow view had never seen so many missionaries in one place beyond bidding farewell to family members at the MTC. my heart was full, and somehow this reassuring presence calmed my entire body. i felt so safe, they shook my kids hands and then greeted us. we gathered in a beautifully sunny, open area with folding chairs all set up in neat rows. a stage was before us and 3 chairs were next to a microphone. people were gathering and i realized sacrament must be first. i had never experienced this before. then, moments before this meeting was to start, a scramble of sorts. yes, indeed a scramble to see who was skilled at tickling the ivory's. a simple piano sat to the left of this stage and microphone. someone was gathered and we commenced singing the opening hymn.
isn't it funny? gathered there so far from home, something warm and familiar felt like home with the music sung and the prayer offered. again weepy. my memory recalled gathers the following experience and forgive me if it is off by a minute here or a detail there.
it was the 5th sunday and our ward had decided to dedicate 5th sunday worship to missionary. period. work, help, discussion - you name it. this sunday's program featured the elders and the ward mission leader at the time. when brother hutton spoke, "winds of love" kept insisting "shrek" had come to church. no, no honey, he just talks like him. their accents are the same. he was gray around the edges, sparce hair on top, and his middle full and jolly. he spoke about his excitement for the gospel and truly i had never seen excitement like this in my rocky mountain growing up. he spoke of full conviction to the point that by the time he's done at mcdonalds everyone knows r. hutton loves the gospel of jesus christ. how touching, i thought, he really believes this with all his heart and he didn't grow up in "zion" per say. it was my first tangible experience with members that didn't need hoards of people supporting them to know the truth they claimed on sunday. although a concept i knew existed, i had never had the opportunity to see it. everything said in that meeting that day came at me full force, with power and strength to get me through the week, whatever it held.
then..
they, the elders and brother hutton sang, "redeemer of israel".
if you are not familiar with this hymn, it was adapted for the LDS hymn book from Joseph Swain by William W. Phelps. it was included in the first LDS hymnbook in 1835. this song is strength to me and i always think of strong men in my life when i hear it. so as these great men belted out the following text a cappella, my mind was a flurry.
redeemer of israel our only delight
on whom for a blessing we call
our shadow by day and our pillar by night
our king our deliverer our all
restore, my dear savior, the light of thy face
thy soul cheering comfort impart
and let the sweet longing for thy holy place
bring hope to my desolate heart
while listening to the force and power of good men living strong lives, the faces of good men flashed thru my head. 2 brothers in south america serving missions that took great sacrifice to attain, a grandpa whose whole life reflected the principles this text was based on and a dad whose strength surely comes from the above mentioned text. i felt "home" all of a sudden. warmth rushed to every part of my feeble body, spirit and mind. the fear and loneliness slowly dissipated for this particular sunday. my whole spirit was renewed.
later on in the worship, i was able to venture to the relief society meeting for women and again, i was touched. this gathering of saints was unique because there were two languages, two cultures assigned to this gathering. it was an english/spanish congregation. our lesson that day was given by a spanish sister. she was using spanish and a sweet bilingual sister, one of the few who in this congregation, translated. i can tell you i didn't know a lick of spanish, still don't. but, there was something about the way this hispanic sister presented this lesson. i knew what she was telling us before the translation came. i could feel her eagerness to know the savior and to live a life in such a way that everyday would cause a closer bond with him.
as we were walking out of the building, i was introduced by my husband, to a couple that was in our same boat. the husband was to be a classmate of his and how ironic out of 30 class members, 2 of them were from utah and attended the same religious services on a sunday? it was a very good day.
downtown we went. in our car, and never did i think i would have to pay for parking to go to church. but it seemed our only option. the lot across the street was our only parking option and we were relieved when someone in passing told us you didn't have to pay on sunday.
we were greeted at the door with missionarie(s). not one, of course, not two, but there were 8 elders in our ward! the flood gates opened, my utah narrow view had never seen so many missionaries in one place beyond bidding farewell to family members at the MTC. my heart was full, and somehow this reassuring presence calmed my entire body. i felt so safe, they shook my kids hands and then greeted us. we gathered in a beautifully sunny, open area with folding chairs all set up in neat rows. a stage was before us and 3 chairs were next to a microphone. people were gathering and i realized sacrament must be first. i had never experienced this before. then, moments before this meeting was to start, a scramble of sorts. yes, indeed a scramble to see who was skilled at tickling the ivory's. a simple piano sat to the left of this stage and microphone. someone was gathered and we commenced singing the opening hymn.
isn't it funny? gathered there so far from home, something warm and familiar felt like home with the music sung and the prayer offered. again weepy. my memory recalled gathers the following experience and forgive me if it is off by a minute here or a detail there.
it was the 5th sunday and our ward had decided to dedicate 5th sunday worship to missionary. period. work, help, discussion - you name it. this sunday's program featured the elders and the ward mission leader at the time. when brother hutton spoke, "winds of love" kept insisting "shrek" had come to church. no, no honey, he just talks like him. their accents are the same. he was gray around the edges, sparce hair on top, and his middle full and jolly. he spoke about his excitement for the gospel and truly i had never seen excitement like this in my rocky mountain growing up. he spoke of full conviction to the point that by the time he's done at mcdonalds everyone knows r. hutton loves the gospel of jesus christ. how touching, i thought, he really believes this with all his heart and he didn't grow up in "zion" per say. it was my first tangible experience with members that didn't need hoards of people supporting them to know the truth they claimed on sunday. although a concept i knew existed, i had never had the opportunity to see it. everything said in that meeting that day came at me full force, with power and strength to get me through the week, whatever it held.
then..
they, the elders and brother hutton sang, "redeemer of israel".
if you are not familiar with this hymn, it was adapted for the LDS hymn book from Joseph Swain by William W. Phelps. it was included in the first LDS hymnbook in 1835. this song is strength to me and i always think of strong men in my life when i hear it. so as these great men belted out the following text a cappella, my mind was a flurry.
redeemer of israel our only delight
on whom for a blessing we call
our shadow by day and our pillar by night
our king our deliverer our all
restore, my dear savior, the light of thy face
thy soul cheering comfort impart
and let the sweet longing for thy holy place
bring hope to my desolate heart
while listening to the force and power of good men living strong lives, the faces of good men flashed thru my head. 2 brothers in south america serving missions that took great sacrifice to attain, a grandpa whose whole life reflected the principles this text was based on and a dad whose strength surely comes from the above mentioned text. i felt "home" all of a sudden. warmth rushed to every part of my feeble body, spirit and mind. the fear and loneliness slowly dissipated for this particular sunday. my whole spirit was renewed.
later on in the worship, i was able to venture to the relief society meeting for women and again, i was touched. this gathering of saints was unique because there were two languages, two cultures assigned to this gathering. it was an english/spanish congregation. our lesson that day was given by a spanish sister. she was using spanish and a sweet bilingual sister, one of the few who in this congregation, translated. i can tell you i didn't know a lick of spanish, still don't. but, there was something about the way this hispanic sister presented this lesson. i knew what she was telling us before the translation came. i could feel her eagerness to know the savior and to live a life in such a way that everyday would cause a closer bond with him.
as we were walking out of the building, i was introduced by my husband, to a couple that was in our same boat. the husband was to be a classmate of his and how ironic out of 30 class members, 2 of them were from utah and attended the same religious services on a sunday? it was a very good day.
Monday, February 9, 2009
i forgot......
to blogerifically wish him a happy happy day.
s.mac - you da man, i love you!
i also forgot about the humdinger of the birthday luck stories. my friend, b, reminded me today.
3 years ago i landed in the hospital causing us to cancel some reservations we had made months in advance for a birthday/valentines day combo. sigh...sigh....sigh.
turns out i was preggo with hella and a pregnancy related issue came up. they pumped me full of antibiotics that were supposed to halt formation of kidneys, bones - on and on. we had to live with the worry for months, but look now. all is well.
maybe the recollection of all this birthday luck will ward off the bad curse we have. although, the plans to go out on the town as a family have already been demoted to a possible"take out" status due to a mongo snowstorm and a baby that looks to be forming RSV. ah well, we have each other and somehow, no matter the circumstance, every year, that's enough for him!
s.mac - you da man, i love you!
i also forgot about the humdinger of the birthday luck stories. my friend, b, reminded me today.
3 years ago i landed in the hospital causing us to cancel some reservations we had made months in advance for a birthday/valentines day combo. sigh...sigh....sigh.
turns out i was preggo with hella and a pregnancy related issue came up. they pumped me full of antibiotics that were supposed to halt formation of kidneys, bones - on and on. we had to live with the worry for months, but look now. all is well.
maybe the recollection of all this birthday luck will ward off the bad curse we have. although, the plans to go out on the town as a family have already been demoted to a possible"take out" status due to a mongo snowstorm and a baby that looks to be forming RSV. ah well, we have each other and somehow, no matter the circumstance, every year, that's enough for him!
Sunday, February 8, 2009
which team you on brotha
last week my redhead called me with a shocking call.
it entailed something about a surgeon he knows offering us the world thru one cell phone tower to another. well, maybe not the world to some. but to us, the thought crossed our minds that our children might not have to pay our student loans off. elated and crazed with hope and excitement, but then we thought about where he is now. he and his current doc are in the honeymoon phase of their relationship. passed the kinks, onto the bonding over retractor passing and joint gluing. onto inside jokes and respect. grooving and melding. in love they are. when you aren't looking for something and it comes right into your lap, well, i can't describe it. it's the luck you always wish for but never get. so, we took a couple of days. a couple of days to let it sink in. then got to talking, negotiating and thanking. a week later, the decision was made. the switch would be made. he went in to tell his honeymooning doc about this good fortune, giving his notice. the doctor's response had something to do with wanting to drink captain morgan's beer all night. that response was in light of an inside joke and they both laughed. the awkwardness started with s.mac feeling like he was letting air out of the tires and such. a couple of hours later i called to see how he was holding up and he said, hon, they don't want to let me go. they are making an offer to keep me.
what?
but the decision was made.
so, now. we sit, we stew and look at two offers that will allow our children to eat fruit loops if there is no coupon. we want to be excited that we will possibly be able to buy grass seed for the home we are building within our lifetime, but we can't. have i ever told you about how we can't make decisions? about the lists we make and how we stew and stew? if i told you we have been out of school longer than we were in and we just made a decision on a house last month, would that clue you in?
my suggestion to s.mac to ease this decision making burden was to reenact an episode from "the office". we are now lovingly referring to these two docs as team W and team B. i suggested i put one name on my forehead and he put the other on his and we try to describe what label we have on the other's head. because like, how could we guess {tongue in cheek} and maybe it would shed some light on our true feelings about each job that would come out in an intense game like that {again, insert tongue in cheek}. we laughed and laughed. laughed and laughed. then, we went to look for kitchen cupboards. when we got done i said, "i didn't analyze team B or team W in there for 80% of the time."
s.mac responded with a "well, while you were looking at all that stuff and picking out colors, i was thinking about it 80% of the time."
one of us bats for team W while the other takes the team B side. they are in a dead even heat. we can't make heads or tails. or tails or heads. or, what were the choices again?
our only consolation that takes some guilt away is that s.mac might be able to convince a fellow buddy to interview for the job he doesn't take. knowing how much he loves his buddy and how much he thinks of him, it eases his guilt that they would at least be able to interview a phenomenal candidate at his departure. and if they doctors played their cards right, they might be able to snag this buddy.
so, until then, we are off.... stewing, making lists and putting cards on our foreheads, declaring which team we are batting for.....
it entailed something about a surgeon he knows offering us the world thru one cell phone tower to another. well, maybe not the world to some. but to us, the thought crossed our minds that our children might not have to pay our student loans off. elated and crazed with hope and excitement, but then we thought about where he is now. he and his current doc are in the honeymoon phase of their relationship. passed the kinks, onto the bonding over retractor passing and joint gluing. onto inside jokes and respect. grooving and melding. in love they are. when you aren't looking for something and it comes right into your lap, well, i can't describe it. it's the luck you always wish for but never get. so, we took a couple of days. a couple of days to let it sink in. then got to talking, negotiating and thanking. a week later, the decision was made. the switch would be made. he went in to tell his honeymooning doc about this good fortune, giving his notice. the doctor's response had something to do with wanting to drink captain morgan's beer all night. that response was in light of an inside joke and they both laughed. the awkwardness started with s.mac feeling like he was letting air out of the tires and such. a couple of hours later i called to see how he was holding up and he said, hon, they don't want to let me go. they are making an offer to keep me.
what?
but the decision was made.
so, now. we sit, we stew and look at two offers that will allow our children to eat fruit loops if there is no coupon. we want to be excited that we will possibly be able to buy grass seed for the home we are building within our lifetime, but we can't. have i ever told you about how we can't make decisions? about the lists we make and how we stew and stew? if i told you we have been out of school longer than we were in and we just made a decision on a house last month, would that clue you in?
my suggestion to s.mac to ease this decision making burden was to reenact an episode from "the office". we are now lovingly referring to these two docs as team W and team B. i suggested i put one name on my forehead and he put the other on his and we try to describe what label we have on the other's head. because like, how could we guess {tongue in cheek} and maybe it would shed some light on our true feelings about each job that would come out in an intense game like that {again, insert tongue in cheek}. we laughed and laughed. laughed and laughed. then, we went to look for kitchen cupboards. when we got done i said, "i didn't analyze team B or team W in there for 80% of the time."
s.mac responded with a "well, while you were looking at all that stuff and picking out colors, i was thinking about it 80% of the time."
one of us bats for team W while the other takes the team B side. they are in a dead even heat. we can't make heads or tails. or tails or heads. or, what were the choices again?
our only consolation that takes some guilt away is that s.mac might be able to convince a fellow buddy to interview for the job he doesn't take. knowing how much he loves his buddy and how much he thinks of him, it eases his guilt that they would at least be able to interview a phenomenal candidate at his departure. and if they doctors played their cards right, they might be able to snag this buddy.
so, until then, we are off.... stewing, making lists and putting cards on our foreheads, declaring which team we are batting for.....
Saturday, February 7, 2009
{counting thoughts and thoughts that count}
s.mac's birthday is a big deal this year. you know the one where your haunches pucker a month before you reach the milestone of turning 30. like, we're totally, completely decrepit. i am hanging on to my few months of peace, still able to declare passage and rights to the 20's. yes, h.mac s.mac 20 somsing......tho, sadly, not after monday. at least one of the two mac's will be joining the ranks of investing in preparation H, colon research and knee replacements. wrinkles an ugly reality and grey is the new black. or red in his case.
this weekend was to be the best {welcome to thirty} party you have ever seen. it entailed researched restaurants, cozy get away rooms, a viewing of music and the spoken word and some new house accessory browsing. we were going away for {drumroll puh-lease} 2 blissful, glorious nights. us, together. we haven't spent a night away, hmmmm. how old is bud"e", well, you get the picture. a vacay? s.mac and i? well, does the honeymoon still sound pathetic almost 9 years later? yes, darn.
then. taking all of these lovely activities into account. and please take them into account. IKEA was involved, a discount denim store, white sauce for grilled chicken, walks in the city and so on and and so forth. now, i divulge to you what we like to call s.mac birthday luck. never ever have we had an uncursed birthday of his. atrocities have included:
*a child falling from a high chair and smacking their head right before the scheduled departure
*flu, flu, flu
*fevers and pukies within seconds of consuming a very expensive brazillian meal it took me a month to save for
* a fridge breaking down and all the birthday dinner supplies getting spoiled (it was sunday too, no hitting the store)
and this year, in true s.mac birthday luck fashion the spoiler is:
{gasp, surprise and ahhh} sick babies and ear aches.
last night i was getting ready for bed, patting myself on the back for all of my secretive detective skills in figuring out what church duties of his needed to be taken care of, which job skills need to be covered, where the children will go and what measures we need to take to make sure none join us on this trip {hehe couldn't help that one} and so on, when lo and behold:
hella, burning up with fever before bedtime. burning up, eyes watering and nose: drippy. at 2 o'clock in the morning as we were still awake waiting to go to sleep, bud "e" came in declaring his ear was "killing him bad mom". at 5 AM the children decided to hit the sack all while my lofty birthday surprises crumbled around me. deflated and crumbled. i don't leave if my kids are sick. i hate the thought of leaving and having them sick. that's why god made moms, to heal the sick and afflicted, to wipe a burning head with a wet cloth, to administer tylenol, to blow on little foreheads, to use soft tissue on noses and to watch cartoons at 3 AM. like, no one else could do that. and certainly. if someone besides the mother had to, the trip would be ruined.
the thoughts i accumulated on our birthday curse had to do something with that fine red head i have. he's never complained about it. always been bend over backwards happy for the well intended thoughts and always happy. he is a rare man. always, always happy. i wonder if he's human sometimes as i tend to show him the range of emotions that imperfect humans go thru regularly.
love him, marinating in age, i soak him up everyday.....
this weekend was to be the best {welcome to thirty} party you have ever seen. it entailed researched restaurants, cozy get away rooms, a viewing of music and the spoken word and some new house accessory browsing. we were going away for {drumroll puh-lease} 2 blissful, glorious nights. us, together. we haven't spent a night away, hmmmm. how old is bud"e", well, you get the picture. a vacay? s.mac and i? well, does the honeymoon still sound pathetic almost 9 years later? yes, darn.
then. taking all of these lovely activities into account. and please take them into account. IKEA was involved, a discount denim store, white sauce for grilled chicken, walks in the city and so on and and so forth. now, i divulge to you what we like to call s.mac birthday luck. never ever have we had an uncursed birthday of his. atrocities have included:
*a child falling from a high chair and smacking their head right before the scheduled departure
*flu, flu, flu
*fevers and pukies within seconds of consuming a very expensive brazillian meal it took me a month to save for
* a fridge breaking down and all the birthday dinner supplies getting spoiled (it was sunday too, no hitting the store)
and this year, in true s.mac birthday luck fashion the spoiler is:
{gasp, surprise and ahhh} sick babies and ear aches.
last night i was getting ready for bed, patting myself on the back for all of my secretive detective skills in figuring out what church duties of his needed to be taken care of, which job skills need to be covered, where the children will go and what measures we need to take to make sure none join us on this trip {hehe couldn't help that one} and so on, when lo and behold:
hella, burning up with fever before bedtime. burning up, eyes watering and nose: drippy. at 2 o'clock in the morning as we were still awake waiting to go to sleep, bud "e" came in declaring his ear was "killing him bad mom". at 5 AM the children decided to hit the sack all while my lofty birthday surprises crumbled around me. deflated and crumbled. i don't leave if my kids are sick. i hate the thought of leaving and having them sick. that's why god made moms, to heal the sick and afflicted, to wipe a burning head with a wet cloth, to administer tylenol, to blow on little foreheads, to use soft tissue on noses and to watch cartoons at 3 AM. like, no one else could do that. and certainly. if someone besides the mother had to, the trip would be ruined.
the thoughts i accumulated on our birthday curse had to do something with that fine red head i have. he's never complained about it. always been bend over backwards happy for the well intended thoughts and always happy. he is a rare man. always, always happy. i wonder if he's human sometimes as i tend to show him the range of emotions that imperfect humans go thru regularly.
love him, marinating in age, i soak him up everyday.....
Friday, February 6, 2009
why...
i often post emotional things in this space has just been described by this lovely post HERE that i found thru her.
this topic has been on my mind as of late. sometimes i click on a blog or link, and think, you have so much story to tell, i wish you would tell it. i know you are going thru this or that and what a brilliant thing to tell. truth be told, maybe sometimes i divulge too much here. sometimes you leave thinking i would never say this or that and why on earth would she write that.
for me, well, it's therapeutic. when i write things about my mother heart and the house buying process that has been bend over backwards miserable until as of late, i write in the moment. i can't replicate those feelings or thoughts when they have passed. one day when my kids read these things in their adult years, i hope they feel a stronger connection to me as i share honestly what our life is like. good and bad. that is the game we play.
a few weekends ago i bumped into a friend from childhood and she mentioned she read my blog. i know a few of her cousins do too. instantly things running thru my head gave me a fright. like, oh mercy. lawsy mercy mild, their aunt, who is an english teacher, heaven help if she ever read this blog. i ran into her the next weekend. profusely apologizing for my grammar and spelling if she ever were to happen upon it. i don't write to be proper. i write to express, that means. sometimes my apostrophe's don't land in the "proper" place. my capitalizing goes by the way side because i get too excited by the thoughts begging to be written down. there, my apologetic plea to any english teachers or lovers that may peruse my ramblings.
my challenge is to write more. i need to more deeply fulfill my need to read real life, real women, real feelings, real monday nights that don't always entail laminated nephi handouts, sundays that end in feeling depleted inside and out, love notes from the tooth fairy that leave you and your lover in fits and fits of giggles in the hall way, and then - tears of pride for a toothless lady's sweet reality.
surely, you will feel better, more fulfilled and your loved ones will find a new found person unfolding on the pages, until the next heartfelt post......
this topic has been on my mind as of late. sometimes i click on a blog or link, and think, you have so much story to tell, i wish you would tell it. i know you are going thru this or that and what a brilliant thing to tell. truth be told, maybe sometimes i divulge too much here. sometimes you leave thinking i would never say this or that and why on earth would she write that.
for me, well, it's therapeutic. when i write things about my mother heart and the house buying process that has been bend over backwards miserable until as of late, i write in the moment. i can't replicate those feelings or thoughts when they have passed. one day when my kids read these things in their adult years, i hope they feel a stronger connection to me as i share honestly what our life is like. good and bad. that is the game we play.
a few weekends ago i bumped into a friend from childhood and she mentioned she read my blog. i know a few of her cousins do too. instantly things running thru my head gave me a fright. like, oh mercy. lawsy mercy mild, their aunt, who is an english teacher, heaven help if she ever read this blog. i ran into her the next weekend. profusely apologizing for my grammar and spelling if she ever were to happen upon it. i don't write to be proper. i write to express, that means. sometimes my apostrophe's don't land in the "proper" place. my capitalizing goes by the way side because i get too excited by the thoughts begging to be written down. there, my apologetic plea to any english teachers or lovers that may peruse my ramblings.
my challenge is to write more. i need to more deeply fulfill my need to read real life, real women, real feelings, real monday nights that don't always entail laminated nephi handouts, sundays that end in feeling depleted inside and out, love notes from the tooth fairy that leave you and your lover in fits and fits of giggles in the hall way, and then - tears of pride for a toothless lady's sweet reality.
surely, you will feel better, more fulfilled and your loved ones will find a new found person unfolding on the pages, until the next heartfelt post......
Thursday, February 5, 2009
have i told you about...
the zoo song? no, your head will love it and it will become ear candy fo sho. your kids? they will dance and sing over and over. in fact it is quite possible you might get sick of the zoo song if your kids get ahold of it.
my brother has a lovely music blog. before he was married he worked his tail off to get a CD put together. i think he did a great job. my kids love this zoo song. GO HERE to hear for yourself. {just click on number 3}
{never break} is one he wrote for hella and i cry every time i hear it.
{one hope} is little bud "e"s star wars song.
do you know this guy? he just wrote brother a very sweet email letting him know how superb he thought his song writing is and invited him to open a show in the spring. i'll keep you posted....
my brother has a lovely music blog. before he was married he worked his tail off to get a CD put together. i think he did a great job. my kids love this zoo song. GO HERE to hear for yourself. {just click on number 3}
{never break} is one he wrote for hella and i cry every time i hear it.
{one hope} is little bud "e"s star wars song.
do you know this guy? he just wrote brother a very sweet email letting him know how superb he thought his song writing is and invited him to open a show in the spring. i'll keep you posted....
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
wanted: a pen pal for...
this cutie petutie
because, the tooth fairy,ahem, pictured below,
received this love letter from her tonight under her pillow :
dear tooth fairy,
what is your address? are you a boy or girl? will you be my pen pal?
love, "winds of love"
the above pictured fairy responded with the following:
dear "winds of love",
you are loosing these so fast! wow! be careful eating, it is getting more tricky. i am a girl fairy. we don't have mail in fairy land, we just have magical bells that ring messages we understand. i would love to find you a pen pal though. i will leave the name under your pillow tomorrow night.
love,
the tooth fairy
i am hoping someone can help us out? i remember having a pen pal in the 4th, maybe 5th grade. it was wonderful. i want for her and she apparently wants too.
a girl is our only term......
late night ramblings....
this one is for you brother....
although far away, my children beg to see you and your new bride.
why, just last night my little hella was up to her fantastic torture tactics kick boxing mine and s.mac's head at 3:30 A.M.
while drifting in and out of sleep, i was startled to hear her say in her sleep:
"camn, toys, funny, camn, toy, ella, funny." she was giggling in her sleep, over and over.
alternating the above mentioned words repeatedly. it all made sense at that point. s.mac and my heads were the object of this funny dream, the toys she was playing with you, how delightful.
please come soon, replace this kick boxing memory with another more peaceful one.....
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