Okay one year old,
I get it.
You don't want the books stacked
nicely on the bench.
It only took me one hundred times of you
pulling them off onto the floor
to realize that they don't belong there.
I will be better at accommodating
your decorating tastes,
Friday, October 31, 2008
Okay one year old,
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
I was totally set up today.
I love surprises, especially when my house is clean.
Chris has told me for a week now that there was someone that wanted to come walk through our house. So I knew tonight was the night and for days I've been cleaning and preparing. In another dimension were my dear friends from Lehi. This would have been the third month that I would have to miss Card Group because I can't get a babysitter on a Wednesday night (all the girls are at youth group), and on this very night when I was to show my house, over the mountains were my homies getting together for another girls night without me.
The day had gone as expected...
Large glass of sticky applejuice falls to the floor...check.
Tade has humungous poopy diaper...check.
Jar of salsa splatters on the driveway...check.
Teacher parent conferences, and my kids talk too much in class...check.
I'm sweaty, and cleaning like a banchee...check.
I forgot to clean that window and the ledges are dusty...check.
I don't have any dinner planned for the kids and we're all losing our cool...check.
and so on, and so forth.
So seven o'clock comes around, and then seven o' five, and seven ten, the doorbell rings- the realtor is here. I go to answer the door, and there are four of my card group girls who have driven an hour to surprise me and bring the party to my house. They say "we had a seven o'clock appointment!" Chris, the realtor, and my friends were all totally in on the surprise, what what!
Audry made her famous lasagna and two more meals to put in my freezer for another frazzled day.
Heather brought delicious rolls and drinks.
Jaimie made a fantastic salad with a gorgonzola dressing.
Johanna improvised a genius chocolate pudding, brownie, banana whipped cream piece of heaven.
they brought the cards from the last three months.
This is enough happy endorphines to last me at least a week!
I was so thrilled to be able to eat a yummy meal and just sit and relax and visit without having to show my house that I feel like I'm on cloud nine.
and the icing on the cake...
As they were leaving I had another doorbell ring.
It was Chris, home two days early with his brother Jason.
Someone recuscitate me please.
I LOVE YOU ALL,
to protect your family?
today i'm thinking about learning how to shoot a gun, and getting a concealed weapons license.
here are my reasons...
1. I'm the woman of the house right now, and I'm afraid if confronted with a domestic altercation on my turf, I would not be able to chuck a cell phone or lamp at a strangers head fast enough to grab my kids and flee.
Recently some hooligans were making visits to several homes at late hours, even one in the morning, doing what they found on youtube-- "knock and don't run".
Kids of America, don't be idiots. Instead of getting in trouble with the law and harassing innocent villagers, why not try a game of twister or battleship. Or better yet, come on over and I'll put you to work pulling weeds in my yard. You can do better than this.
2. Countless break-ins with things stolen from our homes that are trying to sell. Last week punk teenagers were found in one of the basements smoking, smashing pumpkins, and they had smeared mystery brown somethin' in the kitchen. There is no worse feeling than that in the pit of your stomach after someone who isn't welcome, has forced their way into a home and you have no control over what they did or do.
Parents of America, where are you? Do you know what your kids are doing? Do you know where they are? Time to step up and take responsibility for your offspring. Teach them values, teach them respect, and teach them that if they ever break in again, I will personally kung fu their sorry asssshton kutchers to the moon.
3. One of our pumpkins showed up by the road in the bushes this morning. Also, while we were out of town something got into our garbage making a big mess. Is no ones one third acreage sacred anymore? Is the rabid hose ripper back? Is this a herd of deer exploring my yard? What gives?
Animals of America, please stay on your own property and leave my hoses and trash and pumpkins alone. Take out your frustrations on your own water dish, and when you feel the urge to relieve yourself of all those kibbles and bits, do it somewhere other than my front lawn where my one year will find it and taste it.
4. I never use to believe in having guns in our home. They really scared me. This was ignorance. It use to be commonplace years ago for every man to own a gun whether is was to defend, or provide food for his family. There are also those who have it safely tucked away "just in case", and I've realized after holding down the fort for three months by myself, that I don't want to be someone caught helpless if the unexpected were to happen. I have always had fears of a child getting it and an accident happening, but there is education and precautions that one can take to make things perfectly safe for your family- leaving a gun out loaded is just nonsense. I have a Sheriff and four other policeman living within a blocks radius of my home, but in a split second, before they get here, I want to be armed, ready, and as confident as Annie Oakley herself.
Times are scary folks, and I know there are people out there that disagree with the right to bare arms....but just wait till your own property is violated, or you hear something go bump in the night, and your precious children are sleeping soundly in their beds while the big bad wolf is trying to blow down your house of straw.
Politicians of America, isn't it ironic that you who want to take our rights away, and our defenses away, are the very same people with body guards who have guns safely hidden under their jackets, just in case a crazy gets in your bubble. What do you suggest we all do, grab a slingshot and throw a rock at a burglar, toss a boomerang at a pyscho? I agree that there are people who are not of sound mind to have the responsibility of owning a weapon, but would they find a way anyways. Just because drugs are illegal doesn't mean Billy Bob stopped smoking.
This is a complicated issue, and I don't have all the answers... all I know is I'm gettin' me a pistol, some shootin' skills, and then I'm going to drink a beer and sit on my lawn chair and protect my kids.
what is that I see out my window in the horizon?
with a gun.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
"Go towards the light"
Sunday, October 26, 2008
and this one rocked!
Remember to Choose The Right!
Friday, October 24, 2008
Never forget this Jenny dear,
flowers by studio stems
flowers by studio stems
picture by gothangell
There's that man again. He is always walking down Main Street. He reminds me of Boo Radley. A little unstable, but with a big heart. Sometimes he's holding a big gulp...I wonder what his life is like? I see him almost daily on this road, so does he just walk back and forth all day long? I wonder if he eats syrup on squirrels...wait, do I have my characters straight?
Note to self:
reread To Kill A Mockingbird
Thursday, October 23, 2008
I should so NOT be blogging right now,
but I deserve a serious break.
For those of you who have sold a house before,
you know what it's like to get things ready,
and stew and fuss over all the details.
It is no party doing it by myself,
especially with a one year old following behind me
undoing every mess I just cleaned up.
I have this inner struggle
between being a good person that's meek and humble,
and then just wanting to stick my tongue out
and feel sorry for myself.
It's no secret that the past year
has been hard on the economy,
but with Chris being a homebuilder,
we have felt a particularly painful sting.
A couple weeks ago we decided to finally
"do the right thing"
and put our house up for sale.
So while Chris works up in Idaho during the week,
I have been home frantically trying to make things presentable
so we can plant that stupid sign in our front yard.
I know that we are being responsible grown ups
and making the right choice,
but there also is a part of me that wants to grumble because...
I'm cleaning, sorting, hauling alone,
this will be our TENTH move,
I love this neighborhood and our friends,
I love this house and now feel comfortable with this city,
I'm afraid of the unknown in the future.
it is my hope,
that someday we won't have to move anymore,
and Chris will be appreciated and compensated for his talents,
and life will not necessarily become easier,
but will have some stability.
I'm going to eat the quart of ice cream I got from ColdStone tonight,
in my sparkly clean house,
(yes you may open that closet,
yes you may walk into my craft room,
yes you can see the floor in the laundry room,)
and I'm going to cherish the friendships I've made here,
and be grateful that we have a house, clothes, food,
and above all,
a family that loves us and cares about us.
While in Idaho over the weekend,
Eliza made our friends "The Ganir's" famous Sweet n' Sour Chicken.
It was SCRUMPTIOUS!!
My friend and neighbor Jennifer has her wonderful Visiting Teaching kits and Christmas gifts in a boutique this weekend. If you're around these parts, stop by and peek at all the cuteness.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Ice Cream from Reed's Dairy