My dad was looking for some cookies the other day in their kitchen. There were none. So he did what any normal person would do, he walked over to the screen door where his faithful dog lay and said to him, "I bet this is what hell is like."
When he told me the story we laughed and I told him it was just one more reason not to go to hell...no cookies. Dad thought that would be a great weekly blog. Reasons to not go to hell, you know, like no cookies, no ice cold sweet tea, and its wicked hot.
I actually thought about it too...I could come up with a lot of reasons. It could be humorous. Or enlightening. Or some sort of weird tribute to my dad.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
I'm Not A Vampire
Here is a friendly suggestion.
If you are going to consume large amounts of garlic at dinner don't then go straight to the movies. And if you must, please don't ever sit by me again.
If you are going to consume large amounts of garlic at dinner don't then go straight to the movies. And if you must, please don't ever sit by me again.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
10 Things Thursday Photo Edition
10 of the many many pink things in my pink & green kitchen
Antique teapot I use to water my plants and a gift my mom brought me to the hospital when I had my son.
Brownie maker, cake maker, fruit dip maker...memory maker
Antique mixing bowl found at the fruit stand/antique barn on a road trip to Seattle
Wedding gift and breast cancer Longarberger basket with goodies
Small colander found at the farmers market 10+ years ago that is used every day and a pic of me and my girls from a wedding a few years back
Paper flowers made by my sweet amazing husband for our first anniversary (first anniversary traditional gift is paper)
Mothers Day gift made by my son, it also has a pic of his adorable face and a pink flower he chose for me in all pink bc "it's your favorite color"
Yes, the bottle is empty and yes, it was delicious
An antique creamer from Grandma Mary full of sugar and some fresh beans for a morning wake up (not for me, for the man of the house)
Peony teacup I got in Oregon on a road trip with my besty, letter for our family and a card found in Sandpoint that I had to have
Antique teapot I use to water my plants and a gift my mom brought me to the hospital when I had my son.
Brownie maker, cake maker, fruit dip maker...memory maker
Antique mixing bowl found at the fruit stand/antique barn on a road trip to Seattle
Wedding gift and breast cancer Longarberger basket with goodies
Small colander found at the farmers market 10+ years ago that is used every day and a pic of me and my girls from a wedding a few years back
Paper flowers made by my sweet amazing husband for our first anniversary (first anniversary traditional gift is paper)
Mothers Day gift made by my son, it also has a pic of his adorable face and a pink flower he chose for me in all pink bc "it's your favorite color"
Yes, the bottle is empty and yes, it was delicious
An antique creamer from Grandma Mary full of sugar and some fresh beans for a morning wake up (not for me, for the man of the house)
Peony teacup I got in Oregon on a road trip with my besty, letter for our family and a card found in Sandpoint that I had to have
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Random Ramblings
My parents are taking my son and my two nephews to the Oregon Coast. I want to go so bad I can barely stand it. Camping, flying kites, reading, pictures, watching my son enjoy it all...sounds absolutely wonderful.
Speaking of my son...he is off to five days with his dad. I loathe this. It is too long without seeing his sweet face. I try to work and stay busy while he is away so I don't worry so much. Oh and I also pray like a crazy person.
Went to a theatre the other day where you can put your own butter and salt on the popcorn. Pure genius!
Started reading again the other day. I haven't read for probably the last two years. Unless children books, cookbooks, or what to expect(when you're pregnant & the first year) books count. It was a gift from my besty and after reading the cover I wasn't too excited. She knows me very well...the book is amazing. I forgot how much I love to read. good to be back.
I cannot, do not, will not watch scary movies. I don't like going to the movie store and seeing the covers of the rentals. They keep getting more and more gruesome. I don't like the previews on the tv, which also seem to be pushing the envelope. I don't like any of it at all. I think there is enough scary stuff in the real world that we don't need them. Plus, aren't they giving the bad guys ideas. Ugh.
We have grapevines in our backyard. Last year we only had one bunch of grapes but this year there are a million. Was thinking of making wine. Our own backyard brew but would like the kids to be able to share in the love. So I decided to make grape jam. Doesn't that sound delicious.
My six month old daughter just started giving loves. She will lay her head on my shoulder or my chest and give a baby hug. It may be my new favorite thing.
Speaking of my son...he is off to five days with his dad. I loathe this. It is too long without seeing his sweet face. I try to work and stay busy while he is away so I don't worry so much. Oh and I also pray like a crazy person.
Went to a theatre the other day where you can put your own butter and salt on the popcorn. Pure genius!
Started reading again the other day. I haven't read for probably the last two years. Unless children books, cookbooks, or what to expect(when you're pregnant & the first year) books count. It was a gift from my besty and after reading the cover I wasn't too excited. She knows me very well...the book is amazing. I forgot how much I love to read. good to be back.
I cannot, do not, will not watch scary movies. I don't like going to the movie store and seeing the covers of the rentals. They keep getting more and more gruesome. I don't like the previews on the tv, which also seem to be pushing the envelope. I don't like any of it at all. I think there is enough scary stuff in the real world that we don't need them. Plus, aren't they giving the bad guys ideas. Ugh.
We have grapevines in our backyard. Last year we only had one bunch of grapes but this year there are a million. Was thinking of making wine. Our own backyard brew but would like the kids to be able to share in the love. So I decided to make grape jam. Doesn't that sound delicious.
My six month old daughter just started giving loves. She will lay her head on my shoulder or my chest and give a baby hug. It may be my new favorite thing.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Not Me Monday
I did not, after cleaning both my kids rooms, find that they have more clothes than they could wear in a month. I did not make a decision then and there to adopt the "one in one out" rule. If one new thing comes in the house...one must go out.
I did not babysit my two nephews and my niece and decide that I could totally have five children of my own. I then did not proceed for the next two days to try to convince my sweet, child loving husband into the plan. I did not point out the family yesterday at lunch that had five adorable kiddos who were all well behaved. I did not bat my eyelashes and use my feminine wiles and I won't continue to do that until I get three more babies.
I did not break down and cry at my son's first baseball game from pure exhaustion and a horrific run in with his dad. I do not cry in front of strangers and especially when I am the coach's wife and am trying to make a good impression.
I am the biggest birthday fan in the world so I did not miss my daughters half birthday. I did not have a blog planned out for that very day for the last two months.
I did not go into a local dive bar and did not clean out my purse of cash and coins to take part in the best jukebox battle this little town has ever seen. I also did not play nicey nice when all I really wanted was to strangle the bleach blond, bad roots bartender who was too busy playing Pantera to bring us another round. Oh, and it was not my sweet friend who won the battle with a little Jeff Buckley and some sweet dance moves.
I did not babysit my two nephews and my niece and decide that I could totally have five children of my own. I then did not proceed for the next two days to try to convince my sweet, child loving husband into the plan. I did not point out the family yesterday at lunch that had five adorable kiddos who were all well behaved. I did not bat my eyelashes and use my feminine wiles and I won't continue to do that until I get three more babies.
I did not break down and cry at my son's first baseball game from pure exhaustion and a horrific run in with his dad. I do not cry in front of strangers and especially when I am the coach's wife and am trying to make a good impression.
I am the biggest birthday fan in the world so I did not miss my daughters half birthday. I did not have a blog planned out for that very day for the last two months.
I did not go into a local dive bar and did not clean out my purse of cash and coins to take part in the best jukebox battle this little town has ever seen. I also did not play nicey nice when all I really wanted was to strangle the bleach blond, bad roots bartender who was too busy playing Pantera to bring us another round. Oh, and it was not my sweet friend who won the battle with a little Jeff Buckley and some sweet dance moves.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Memory
What is your first childhood memory? I remember my dad and I walking downtown at dark looking for night crawlers. I remember crawling over insulation in an upstairs, unfinished room in our house to get to the front window. And chasing my mom to the bus stop when she left for work. I remember having water fights with my sister which, for the record, were completely unfair since she is six years older than me and she always got the water hose and I got a honey bear full of water. I know, right? Well, come to think of it those all took place down in our Front Street house and I must have been about five.
Last week when Raine (my besty) was here she was asking Aidan questions about her old apartment. When I got divorced she and I lived in the same complex, she had a grass back patio and I had a balcony. Aidan spent many days over at her apartment rolling around in the grass and playing in the sprinklers. We were telling him stories about it and he really had no memory of it at all, other than her pig with wings who was named Chauncey. He would have been three at the time so maybe it isn't such a shock. We laughed as we told him stories about what he said, like the time Raine told him he was so literal and he turned around and told her she was sooooo big (he thought she said little). And stories about what he did, like the time the sprinklers were on and he sat on them and then drank out of them and we all laughed for hours.
I have been thinking about that conversation for more than a week. I have always wondered if Aidan will remember anything before the divorce or during the divorce. But, if Aidan doesn't remember any of those stories, chances are he doesn't remember much else before that time. And that is a good thing, for me and for him. That means he doesn't remember the turmoil. The fighting, the yelling, the crying and the sadness. God spared him and for that I am thankful. So very thankful.
Last week when Raine (my besty) was here she was asking Aidan questions about her old apartment. When I got divorced she and I lived in the same complex, she had a grass back patio and I had a balcony. Aidan spent many days over at her apartment rolling around in the grass and playing in the sprinklers. We were telling him stories about it and he really had no memory of it at all, other than her pig with wings who was named Chauncey. He would have been three at the time so maybe it isn't such a shock. We laughed as we told him stories about what he said, like the time Raine told him he was so literal and he turned around and told her she was sooooo big (he thought she said little). And stories about what he did, like the time the sprinklers were on and he sat on them and then drank out of them and we all laughed for hours.
I have been thinking about that conversation for more than a week. I have always wondered if Aidan will remember anything before the divorce or during the divorce. But, if Aidan doesn't remember any of those stories, chances are he doesn't remember much else before that time. And that is a good thing, for me and for him. That means he doesn't remember the turmoil. The fighting, the yelling, the crying and the sadness. God spared him and for that I am thankful. So very thankful.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
10 Things Thursday
10 Things I Call My Bebes
Aidan
1. Bubba
2. Babycakes
3. Doodle Bug
4. Sweet Prince
5. Aid Brigade
6. Sugar/Sug Knight
7. Frankie Blue Eyes
8. Lova Love
9. PT
10. Ada (usually when he is staring at himself in the mirror)
Abby
1. Abs
2. Abbilicious
3. Baby Love
4. Princess
5. Pretty Girl
6. Bug
7. Boo
8. Zaboo
9. Sweet Sweet
10. Ada (usually when she is being overly dramatic)
Aidan
1. Bubba
2. Babycakes
3. Doodle Bug
4. Sweet Prince
5. Aid Brigade
6. Sugar/Sug Knight
7. Frankie Blue Eyes
8. Lova Love
9. PT
10. Ada (usually when he is staring at himself in the mirror)
Abby
1. Abs
2. Abbilicious
3. Baby Love
4. Princess
5. Pretty Girl
6. Bug
7. Boo
8. Zaboo
9. Sweet Sweet
10. Ada (usually when she is being overly dramatic)
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Middle Road
Do you ever get so incredibly tired of taking the high road? Sometimes, I just want to jump down on the low road and take a stroll. Just a leisurely, Starbucks in hand walk. Of course that does make getting back on the high road a little more tough. But, sometimes it is so difficult on the high road I think it is not really the place for me. It is the place for my mom. She is a saint, definitely a high roader. But, I'm not so much like my mom...wish I was but, I'm not. Maybe I'm just a low road kind of girl. It would be so much easier to not bite my tongue and say what I am really thinking. It would be so much easier to burn a hole with my eyes than smile.
Is there a middle road? Maybe that is where I can walk. That way I can jump up or down when I feel the need. I'm not sure this is an option. I may try it out though. See the sights.
Is there a middle road? Maybe that is where I can walk. That way I can jump up or down when I feel the need. I'm not sure this is an option. I may try it out though. See the sights.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Random Ramblings
I sleep with one leg out of the covers. Unless I wake up scared from a bad dream (yes I still have them) and then all of my body is immediately covered up so that the dream cannot get me in real life. Always done this, always will.
Had to shave my son's head yesterday as he had been with his dad for five days and was given a mohawk. Ugh. Is it possible that the shaved head makes him not only look older but taller?
My two year anniversary is in 21 days. Two years is cotton. I have the best idea EVER. It is my husbands year to plan the actual date. Should I remind him that last year (my year to plan) we went to dinner, stayed at the Davenport and walked around downtown with Starbucks in the morning? You know, just to make sure this year is comparable.
I don't drink coffee but I have to have hot chocolate every morning. Even when I'm on a diet I immediately take off 100 calories for hot chocolate and 100 calories for dessert. I'm a planner, what can I say.
My best friend is on her way to Disneyland right now. Man, I could use a day at the happiest place on earth right about now.
Seeing my daughter smile and giggle at her brother is one of my all time favorite things. God has blessed me with the two sweetest bebes and I am so thankful.
Speaking of God I am totally going to ask him help me understand flys. They are gross and annoying and I just see no point for them. In the next breath I will praise him for lightning bugs and huckleberries. Yes, huckleberries are totally unrelated to insects but dang they are good.
Met a 90 year old man yesterday. He was a Navy Seal from World War II. He was telling stories and on his way out commented on my daughter and how "God's greatest creation was girls...and he created some pretty incredible things so that is saying a lot." I totally agree with him. Girls rock!
Think I have decided to read the Twilight series as I am the only girl I know that has not read them. They are supposed to be very well written and have made a grown woman put her hand over her heart and smile about the sweet teenage love. Fine, I give up. I'll read the silly vampire books.
Had to shave my son's head yesterday as he had been with his dad for five days and was given a mohawk. Ugh. Is it possible that the shaved head makes him not only look older but taller?
My two year anniversary is in 21 days. Two years is cotton. I have the best idea EVER. It is my husbands year to plan the actual date. Should I remind him that last year (my year to plan) we went to dinner, stayed at the Davenport and walked around downtown with Starbucks in the morning? You know, just to make sure this year is comparable.
I don't drink coffee but I have to have hot chocolate every morning. Even when I'm on a diet I immediately take off 100 calories for hot chocolate and 100 calories for dessert. I'm a planner, what can I say.
My best friend is on her way to Disneyland right now. Man, I could use a day at the happiest place on earth right about now.
Seeing my daughter smile and giggle at her brother is one of my all time favorite things. God has blessed me with the two sweetest bebes and I am so thankful.
Speaking of God I am totally going to ask him help me understand flys. They are gross and annoying and I just see no point for them. In the next breath I will praise him for lightning bugs and huckleberries. Yes, huckleberries are totally unrelated to insects but dang they are good.
Met a 90 year old man yesterday. He was a Navy Seal from World War II. He was telling stories and on his way out commented on my daughter and how "God's greatest creation was girls...and he created some pretty incredible things so that is saying a lot." I totally agree with him. Girls rock!
Think I have decided to read the Twilight series as I am the only girl I know that has not read them. They are supposed to be very well written and have made a grown woman put her hand over her heart and smile about the sweet teenage love. Fine, I give up. I'll read the silly vampire books.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Hiatus
Well, my absence has been questioned by a few. The quick explanation is that I have been drained. Physically and emotionally drained. I am struggling with a few things and it has taken its toll. It has been a long couple of weeks but, I can see the sun now through the clouds.
I truly believe that which does not kill us makes us stronger. And let me tell you...I'm getting unbelievably strong. I have had difficult times in my life but it is what made me who I am. Sometimes I have wished that I could have avoided the pain and the storms. But the other day I realized that where I am now, who I am now are all because of those things. I am stronger. I am changed. I am me.
I am me but I'm not finished. I have a lot more to change and to grow. I have some more strength to gain. Not that I don't think I'm strong enough but I know that there will be more storms, but after the storms there is a rainbow and the sun and I am just a little bit stronger. And it makes the next storm a little bit easier to face.
Thanks for checking on me and caring about me. I believe the hiatus is over and you may just get some really good reading very soon.
I truly believe that which does not kill us makes us stronger. And let me tell you...I'm getting unbelievably strong. I have had difficult times in my life but it is what made me who I am. Sometimes I have wished that I could have avoided the pain and the storms. But the other day I realized that where I am now, who I am now are all because of those things. I am stronger. I am changed. I am me.
I am me but I'm not finished. I have a lot more to change and to grow. I have some more strength to gain. Not that I don't think I'm strong enough but I know that there will be more storms, but after the storms there is a rainbow and the sun and I am just a little bit stronger. And it makes the next storm a little bit easier to face.
Thanks for checking on me and caring about me. I believe the hiatus is over and you may just get some really good reading very soon.
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