26 December 2005
02 December 2005
Goosey had her first dance recital last night. It was so much fun. She's in a 3-4 year old class and they were adorable. There were classes for ages up to 14. Her teacher also coaches a high school drill team, so they performed too.
In general? Not too bad. However, the older the performers got, the less impressed I was. I suppose it's because we expect more from those with more experience. I mean, really, no one cared that two of the kids in Goosey's age group just stood there during their dances. It was actually kind of cute. But, when the high school team had girls who were out of sync, it looked really bad.
Anyway, happy memories, an excited little girl, and a very proud daddie were part of the night.
24 November 2005
16 November 2005
13 November 2005
To make things even better, they were playing a song from the Carpenters Christmas Portrait Album. This happens to be my favorite Christmas album (the first Christmas that I was married I played this album for 4 hours straight while writing a paper--good thing I have a patient husband). Since then I have not been in the car without hearing at least one song from this album and each time I get the warm fuzzy feeling that inevitably comes with Karen's voice.
I know there are some who say that the day after Halloween is too early for Christmas music. I, however, applaud the KOSY folks for sending the holiday spirit my way a little earlier this year. And so, the radio is on 106.5 and will stay there until Christmas.
11 November 2005
I've spent this week de-cluttering, interviewing movers, packing, and getting the word out. **Sigh** I'm ready...I think.
Really, I've only ever lived in two places--Roseburg, OR and Provo, UT. I've never been farther east than Arkansas, so the fact that we're moving to NEW HAMPSHIRE is huge. I'm excited, tired, nervous and ready. Here I come Northeast!
02 November 2005
Goosey finally understood the workings of Halloween this year. She made her daddie take her trick-or-treating around the block (instead of just the cul-de-sac).
26 October 2005
1. Kids have no concept of personal space. This means that they will throw balls at your garage door during nap time, ring the bell continuously until you get to the door, and run through your flower beds no matter how many times you ask them not to.
2. Stay out of neighborhood politics. I have a firm "non-involvement" policy in these matters. I ask no questions. If someone tells me their beef I will let them vent, but that's it. I take no sides. I also do my best not to form my own grudges. This is not always easy--because, believe me, I can think of three specific instances when I had every right to be offended. But, I found it better to spend a couple of days stressing over it and then let it go.
3. Don't fool yourself--your kids are capable of it. Goosey isn't old enough to play outside by herself, so for the last two years I have spent several hours on the grass observing the neighborhood dynamics. Now, again, I didn't grow up in a neighborhood. Therefore I was rarely in situations with multiple unsupervised children (playing with other kids meant going to their houses). This has been an eye-opener for me. I am amazed at how mean and violent kids can be to each other. Even more so, I'm surprised at the unwillingness of parents to admit that their child would ever be involved in these acts. Just because your kid doesn't do or say it in front of you doesn't mean they won't do or say it when you're not watching--they go to school, watch TV, and interact with other kids. They pick things up.
And so I continue to learn. I now know that I need to be willing to have my yard be public space, that neighborhood dramas are usually very junior high, that I will teach Goosey to respect others and act a certain way despite the actions of her peers, and that I will take all reports of misbehavior by my children seriously. I am also sure there are many more lessons to learn.
24 October 2005
When we arrived at the restaurant we found a hoard of people who had called ahead and then had been waiting an additional hour or more after they arrived. When questioned, the girl taking names said that several large groups had come in so the people on the list just had to wait.
So...what's the point? Why have call ahead seating if you have to wait just as long? And even more so, what happened to reservations? Why are we not allowed to plan?
16 October 2005
October 16 is my husband's birthday. It's also the day that my two best friends (Christa and Suzanne) were born. These are the three people with whom I feel most comfortable. I desire the company of these three above all others. They are my soul mates, the best people in the world.
And so I wish a happy birthday to them each, and thank them for making my world a better place. And for one day I feel the universe smiles on me, through them.
06 October 2005
My baby girl turned three last week. I was so engrossed in planning her princess birthday party and a trip to the farm at Thanksgiving Point that I haven't blogged for a while. So, here' s for my little princess.
I love you my Goosey. You are my sweetheart. I am so proud of you--you are kind, intelligent and considerate of others. You're a wonderful big sister. You help me grow. Thank you for making me giggle like a little girl again. I love being your mommie!
23 September 2005
This morning my mind drifted to high school mascots. I was a Trojan. Granted, the opposing team threw certain contraceptives onto the field/court if our team was any good, but overall I think it a fairly respectable mascot. The Trojan denotes strength and tradition-- both good. Some mascots are not so good. I've narrowed it down to three general categories which I think should be avoided.
Random animals: I had a friend whose junior high were the spiders. The Spiders? Seriously? What does that mean? You creep around building traps until someone finds you and squashes you? Tigers, bears, mustangs, lions...all good. Random animals, bad.
Landscape features: The University of Hawaii Rainbows--and, because it's not masculine enough, commentators call the football team "the Bows". They really couldn't come up with anything better? Don't get me wrong, I think rainbows are beautiful, but they belong in the sky or on little girls' barrettes, not on football helmets. Also in this category are the Colorado Rockies.
Local industries: Now I know that many of these have been around forever and are now acceptable, i.e., the Green Bay Packers. But, these can go seriously wrong. Two cases in point--Salt Lake's Granite High School are the Farmers. Enough said. Tillamook High School in Oregon are the Cheesemakers. Sure, we all love Tillamook Cheese, but making it a school mascot? I don't think so.
Oh yeah, "T-R-O-J-A-N-S!"
19 September 2005
S., the young mother of five whose husband works out of town almost every week. Her children are clean and well-behaved. She looks great and is always willing to help out a neighbor.
B. Her husband had an accident 16 years ago that disabled him physically and mentally. She works a job and a half, serves as the YW camp leader, is a wonderful grandma and mother, and takes care of her husband. What a lady!
C.'s husband passed away a few months ago. She is in her last years and I can see the loneliness in her eyes. She comes to church every week and takes the time to visit with me. She was the first person to make me feel welcome when I moved here. I love this woman, and hope that I can age as gracefully as she has.
Ch. is a laurel. She wants to do what's right. She loves others and befriends all the YW. She shares her testimony at every opportunity.
08 September 2005
Me? A housekeeper--to do shopping, laundry, general cleaning, etc. Basically anything I didn't feel like that day.
01 September 2005
27 August 2005
I'm not writing to entertain people or to send messages. Some bloggers do, (which I think is fine- my husband likes the programming community blogs), but I don't. I write things that I've had on my mind for a little while, or that hit me all the sudden. I write because it feels good. I put it out there because I find it interesting to see what others think about the same things. So, I posted it. I did this knowing that someone might disagree, or misinterpret. I guess that's just the nature of blogging...and life.
26 August 2005
- living on a ranch and working hard
- The Wildlife Safari http://www.wildlifesafari.org/
- Pete's Drive-In
- living within two hours of all my extended family
- early morning seminary
- graduating from the same high school as my parents and all my aunts & uncles
- there are no esclators in Douglas County, OR
- driving from house to house to trick-or-treat
- the annual frog-jumping contest at my elementary school
- the population of Roseburg, OR could fit into LaVell Edwards Stadium 3 times
- camping on the coast
- wild blackberries
- never pumping your own gas
- Umpqua ice cream
- the youth in the Stake stick together
- no school on Veterans' Day
- Abby's Pizza
- the county fair
- creeks bigger than the Provo River
- high school football games
- no sales tax
- the YMCA
- my mom volunteering at my school
23 August 2005
1. unique--it means one of a kind, not different or unusual
2. between vs. amongst--this one gets complicated. It differs with number of objects and intent (which is probably why a lot of people misuse it). See dictionary.com for an explanation.
3. anxious vs. eager--anxious implies worry or fearful expectation, eager is excitement
4. literally--this word means "actually" and should not be used in front of a figurative statement, i.e., "I was literally scared to death." No you weren't. If you had been, you'd be dead and not telling the story.
5. nauseated vs. nauseous--technically, nauseated is how you feel and nauseous is an adjective for something causing nausea
15 August 2005
That sentence seemed so completely foreign to me. It's a true statement. But, I just used the word 'son'. Only old people who have had kids for a long time use that word, right? I don't have any problem calling Goosey my daughter (though I do prefer "my little girl"), but a son? That just sounds so grown-up. **As a side note, my father-in-law calls his boys "son" as a term of endearment. I think this is charming.**
It suddenly hit me that I'm past the 'new mom playing house' phase. I'm a real mother, with a son and a daughter. I suddenly feel very grown-up and responsible.
11 August 2005
Despite my best efforts--inviting families over (of which only three have accepted), accepting the four invites (from two families) we have received in the last two years, attending Enrichment, faithfully visiting teaching, fulfilling callings, introducing myself to new neighbors, and even mentioning to three different people how much I need a friend--I have yet to make a real friend. I have many acquaintances, but like Anne of Green Gables, no bosom friend.
This fact reduces me to tears at least once a month. I tell myself that I have no friends because 98% of the families in our neighborhood have extended family in Provo/Orem and spend their leisure time with them. But, then, I think maybe it's really me, not them. Worst of all, writing this makes feel like a six-year-old, "Nobody likes me, everybody hates me.........."
01 August 2005
This weekend was the two month anniversary of our planting. Up until now we watered, weeded, and watched our plants grow bigger. But this weekend something magical happened, as I was watering something caught my eye-- a cucumber.
My little gem is about six inches long and easily two inches in diameter. I was so taken that I called to my husband to come look at it. He too seemed to be in awe. Now I find myself taking little walks to the garden just to gaze at my beautiful cucumber. While I'm there I notice my peppers and tomatoes (all three kinds) growing too. I feel like a proud momma.
29 July 2005
Then it hit me, there must be something for a jack-of-all-trades right? So, I majored in social science teaching which let me take a few courses in several subjects, i.e., history, geography, political science, etc. But, I never had to take that serious senior level class in any of them. Perfect. I used to think this was kind of taking the easy way out....then I became a mom.
I can do a little of everything. I can cook, but not gourmet meals. I can clean, but my house will never be spotless. I scrapbook a little, but it's not very artistic. I can help with homework, but I'm no scholar. That's exactly what a mom is--a jill-of-all trades, mistress of none. I found the perfect job.