Saturday, May 30, 2009


Allison made a FAB breakfast this morning. She made bacon, eggs, French toast and orange julius. It was for her culinary arts class and she did a superb job!

She was supposed to clean up as well, but we had to rush over to church so she could participate in stake service project with the young men and young women. They made blankets for children and then were getting a great lunch after wards. Soooo, I came home and cleaned it all up for her. Not a problem---she's always good about cleaning up and doing things around the house. She's a GREAT kid.

Steph is working all day and Chris has to present his senior project to a panel of judges at the high school today. Lance has to work and so that leaves Ashley and I on our own for a while....

Oh the trouble we could get into! Which I'd better get to. Later!

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

The Beach

We spent the holiday weekend at the beach cabin in Kingston with our friends.

It was a little slice of heaven, mostly.

My two youngest girls even swam in the Sound, as the weather was so nice.

We had a few nights of campfires and S'mores Lance's father Doug came down to visit us and share in the camp-fire-goodness. T'was lovely.

Our friends, though they're from Utah they're really Venezuelan and Puertorican, were wonderful. It was a delight to have someone to speak Spanish with all weekend and they played their iPods full of Latino music and they cooked Venezuelan food. I was in heaven.
We had arepas, and empanadas, arroz y carraotas negras y platanos. Oh, and the jugo de parchita.

My friends brought their twins, Kimberly and Adam. None of them had ever seen a gooey duck before and due to the very low tides, there were people digging them all over our beach. Here's Adam holding one. I have many more photos of the weekend, which are posted on my Facebook page.

Thanks for coming Annabella and Paco. Now you know you must move up here!

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Abscessed Lymph Node

That's what the doc believes I have.

All I pain. Much.

I'm on a stronger antibiotic and more pain pills. I go back to see her the day after tomorrow. If it's not better I have to see a surgeon.

I think surgeons are nice people and probably kind to their wives and children and small pets--I'd just rather NOT see one thankyouverymuch.

Sunday, May 17, 2009


Today I took a lot of pain meds. I'm still not right with the aftermath of my oral invasion. The swelling below my chin seems to have gone down somewhat, but I think I should not be in such pain this far into the game.

Today I took a lot of pictures. My nephew Cameron spoke in church today. It was his farewell, as he's leaving for his mission in a week or so. He's going to the Pennsylvania Philadelphia Mission, Spanish Speaking. He gave an incredible talk in sacrament meeting. I cried, but for other reasons nearer and more painful to my heart.

Today I took a lot of pictures. Oh wait, I said that already. Well, here are a few that I snapped today of the kids. Here they are getting ready for me to take their pictures. They weren't thrilled that I wanted to do this, but it's been a while since I've had them all dressed up at the same time and in the same place. Chris even put on a tie for the occasion. We were at Julie's house after church for a barbecue/dinner/potluck thing and it was nice. A few extended family came, which was fun as we we don't see them as often as we'd like.

Here's another picture of them when they thought they were ready to have their picture taken. It's still not the best picture of them ever but it was the best I could do. I look at them and wow....sometimes I'm overwhelmed with emotion. How did they get so old? So big? Where did the time go? Slipped through my fingers. They each came from us, are a part of us and couldn't be more different. Four unique individuals----dissimilar from each other.

They arrived here, each with their own personalities and now look at them.... They do know how to smile, honest they do. I've seen them. I've even seen them laugh and giggle and play together. I'm not sure any of the pictures I took of them show that.

Oh wait, here's one of Steph that I took before we left church. Isn't she gorgeous? Yes, we all think so too.

I have other photos but I'm too tired to post them and it's time for another round of pain meds.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Spring in Seattle

I took a couple of pictures of the flowers in my father's yard today. The rain let up just enough for me to do that. :) I LOVE lilacs. This is in the backyard with a bird house tucked away inside the bush. What you can't see is the bird feeder nearby, which attracts a multitude of winged creatures, as well as hordes of squirrels.

I always wanted lilacs at my wedding, but alas I was married in August and by that time the lilacs are all gone. There is a big white lilac tree in the front yard. I'll try and get a picture of that soon. This is a picture of the hanging flowers near the lilac bush---I can't recall the name but they're gorgeous as well.

In fact my father's entire yard is filled to bursting with color from all the flowers he's planted over the years he's lived here. It's a beautiful place to be in the spring, especially with the stream and pond.

Then there's our cat Bobo. He's an indoor kitty who's always attempting to escape to the great outdoors. He got out the other day and hid under a bush by the back door. He wants to explore but I think all the space is intimidating to the poor feline. After I snapped this picture I managed to lure him back into the safety of the house. If you look closely you can see him there right in the middle. He's looking at me and probably wishing I hadn't found him so soon before he could make a real break for it.

Monday, May 11, 2009

Well that was exciting....

This weekend was OUR weekend. We had reservations at The Arctic Hotel in downtown Seattle. We were on the top floor (Hi Kelli!) so we had a wonderful view. We dropped off the kids at school then went for a drive in the country. We visited some of the places we used to go to when we were dating.

After a delightful lunch in Duval, we headed for the big city lights.

After we checked in and tried out the sinfully decadent feather bed (we were just sitting and talking, I swear!) I told hubby that I could get used to living like this. Quiet. No one in our room with us. Quiet. A GREAT view. Quiet. Did I mention the quiet? Sigh. We went out to walk around a bit downtown before it got dark that night.

We visited the architecturally-unique Seattle Library, the Columbia Center and a few other places before heading back to the luxury hotel. Did I mention the jetted tub? And the quiet? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.....and the view? This isn't the view from our hotel room but from the street because my camera was stolen last month and all I have at this point is my cell phone camera.

Which I forgot to charge before we left home so it died a horrible death soon after we checked in. But see that building with the cool molding? That's the Arctic.

Funny story---when we checked in the person behind the desk sort of looked at us like we shouldn't be there. He was probably right, because we didn't look like the kind of people who stay in a luxury hotel such as the Artic. As he was looking up our reservation, he noticed I was looking at the array of old photos on the wall behind him. He mentioned that The Artic had once been a gentleman's club but had been renovated to the high end hotel it was today.

"Some of the most prominent citizens of Seattle used to come here, like the Nordstroms"
"Oh, the Nordstoms? I went to school with them" This from my very unassuming husband who grew up on Mercer Island with all the hoity-toity people. He called Mercer Island Snot Rock, so you can see he wasn't overly impressed.
"Is Rob Lee here?" I asked the desk person, who immediately perked up. "You know Rob of course?" I said.

"Yesssss, he's the Vice President of our Management Company"
"He made our reservations for us"

We were treated a bit nicer after that.

Now if only my mouth had cooperated. I felt a twinge of pain that evening. By morning I was in serious pain. Despite that, we checked out and made our way down to the water front to have some fun. We ate at one of our favorite places, Ivars. We were joined by several flocks of seagulls who were extremely entertaining. They ate on the fly and if you went for a few minutes without feeding them they made quite a ruckus. Due to the pain in my mouth, I was only able to take in a small amount of their delicious clam chowder. Mmmmmm..... It was wonderful. You could see the Olympic Mountains in the distance and the sun was shining. Gorgeous. Truly.

We'd picked a gorgeous day to be down on the waterfront and it was tug race day as well!

If only my mouth had cooperated, it would have been the perfect day. Perfect weekend. We ran some errands and then went home to the loving arms of our children who missed us horribly. That night there was a sock hop at our ward building.

Then it was Mother's Day! More pain. Worse, much worse. I managed to make it through sacrament meeting and then had Lance bring me home.

The rest of the day was a blur of agony. Today? Today was a visit to the oral surgeon and then the endontist. My pain was mighty. Mighty.

My husband was there for me, held my hand through the entire ordeal. I could not have made it through this without him. I am truly blessed to have this man beside me.

And now, to heal. Lots of good drugs and antibiotics.

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot

I can be freezing cold one second and then it's though a tiny sun, all my own, has burst into blazing glory right inside of me.


I am on fire.

It's as though I am suddenly standing in my very own sauna---alone. Oh, there are people all around me, usually students who don't understand exactly why their teacher looks as though she's just run a 10k.

I've considered tearing my clothes off and running outside into the rain, but there isn't a crime that's been committed by any of my students that would warrant that kind of punishment for them. The emotional trauma would keep them in therapy well into their 80's.

I have been known to place ice packs down my shirt. The other evening a power surge hit me and my father put some ice on my neck. He thought it would bother me. I closed my eyes in ecstasy and sighed. He was mightily disappointed that I didn't jump nor shriek. I actually leaned into the icy goodness.

I am not enjoying this particular stage of life. I am, however, considering moving to an igloo in Alaska until it blows over.

Friday, May 01, 2009

No Swine Flu here

Just hair coloring.

Today is the day I decided to color my hair again. So this morning I dutifully read the directions, applied creme to the ends, mixed the colors, added it to my hair then piled it on top of my head. It was at this point that I ran into my son.

"Whoa...what's up with your hair?"
"I'm coloring it"
"Right now?"
"No Chris, next week. You're seeing into the future"
"Don't girls usually do that at night?"
"I was unaware of that rule"