Monday, September 28, 2009

Getting Something Off My Chest...

I've been thinking lately.

Don't worry, I haven't hurt myself. I'm thinking small thoughts and taking it slow. I'd like to avoid an a brain hemorrhage.

I've not always been the best person I could be. I've made mistakes in my life and have not been the best example of my faith and who I should be. If I've ever done anything to hurt or harm anyone reading these words (you know who you are) I'm sorry. I truly am.

I'd like to think that I'm more mature now...better at being who I'm supposed to be but I still sometimes stumble. I'm so far from perfect that I can't even see Perfect from where I am.

I'd like to think I'm on the right path though. I am trying.

Anyway...I just wanted to get that off my chest.

Now, back to your regularly scheduled life.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Weekend Wow!

Usually the weekends are sort of ho-hum because Lance is working.

This weekend was delightfully different. I've been feeling better since I've been going to the gym twice a day and so I feel more inclined to go out in public. (Yes, I know, hush)

Friday morning as I was listening to the radio I heard a group on an early talk show that was going to be playing at The Triple Door that evening. They were a group from Argentina calld Los Pinguos. They sounded incredible on the radio and so I mentioned it to Stephanie. She said she'd like to go with me.

So we went and took Alli with us after we dropped Ashley off. It was AMAZING!! I so wanted to get up and dance but Stephanie wouldn't. Ok, truth be told I probably wouldn't have anyway. Not only were these guys amazing musicians, they were gorgeous. My apologies for the picture, it was dark and it was taken with my cell phone.

All the way home Stephanie kept saying, "I want one of those.....I want one of those....I want one of those..." I was laughing. I knew exactly what 'one of those' was.

Then today after making some clam chowder, cleaning the house and retrieving my baby girl from her slumber party, we went to the zoo. Well, Lance went to work and I took Ashley and Steph to the zoo.

I know you, can't see from that picture but there were penguins there! Sooo cute and adorable.

We then proceeded to walk. We walked and we walked. When we got tired of walking, we walked some more. After that, there was more walking. Did I mention the walking? Yes, there was a lot of walking. Sometimes they walked in front of me...

And sometimes I had them sit down for a picture. Like this one. On a hippopotamus. Ok, not a real one of course because that would just be silly. Not to mention dangerous.

We saw lions and tigers and bears. No, we really did. Plus, there were some cockroaches.

No, those were NOT taken in my own home, thankyouverymuch. We don't have cockroaches. We have a lot of other things, just not those.

Steph took this amazing picture of a giraffe.

Then there was more walking because we obviously hadn't walked enough. When we finished walking we realized that we still had more walking to do. We were walking experts by this time.

I won't bore you with the many pictures I took of gorillas, tree kangaroos, zebras or the various and assorted creepy crawlies. Suffice it to we saw many fuzzy, furry and hairy-legged creatures. But enough about the other zoo patrons.

It was wonderful to spend time with my girls this weekend.

Before I go, let me leave you with this picture:

Ashley is a fifth grader. Fifth graders join either band or orchestra. They had tryouts with the instruments this week. Ashley came to me in tears because the band and orchestra teachers were flying through the students and rating them on each instrument---then giving them a recommendation as to which instrument they should play. She hadn't gotten a recommendation and was bravely trying to tell me she didn't care that she just wouldn't do band or orchestra.

I knew she did care and in a big way. The problem was we needed to find an instrument she could hold and play with just the one hand. We went to the music store and looked and tried.

The trumpet won.

So I went to the band teacher and explained the situation. That Ashley really really wanted to play in the band and the only instrument she could play was the trumpet. I explained that she might need a bit more care and time and to please be patient with her. He had no clue about her condition. Which reminds me, I need to speak with the office about that one. He should have been informed beforehand.

At any rate....we now have the joyous, unrestrained sound of the, trumpeting in our home.

Heaven help us.

Monday, September 21, 2009


I know, I know. I haven't updated my blog recently.

I have no excuse except that I've been busy running children everywhere under the sun, teaching and going to the gym twice a day.

Yeah, you read that correctly. Weird, huh?

We drop the girls off at school, then hubby and I hit the pool. Then later in the day when I pick the girls up from school, I go back with them. We're really getting our money's worth out of our membership dues in towel and water usage.

So, life is busy but it's good.

I'd write more but I've got to pick up the girls and then hit the gym. Again.


Monday, September 14, 2009

My Boyz

Technically, I only have one boy. The Boy. The man-child I gave birth to 18 years ago.

But I also have two other boys. Not mine by birth, but mine by heart. Dillon and Daniel. We spent some time with them on Saturday after going to my niece's son's fifth birthday. (that was a mouthful)

They live down where we used to live so we don't see them on a daily basis as we once did. We don't have sleepovers anymore and we miss that. Here are my two other boys and my two youngest girls.

Saturday, September 12, 2009


Oh, and teeth.

Yesterday Lance and I dropped the girls off at their respective schools and turned our faithful gas guzzling steed south. I had a date with a bespectacled gentleman who wields sharp instruments and loud drills.

I had cracked off half of my temporary crown and needed to have the permanent one put on.

So, we drove.

It was not only my date-with-a-dentist day, but the first day of the Puyallup Fair. To my husband this means only one thing: SCONES!.

We devised a delightful plan as we hurtled south at speeds approaching non-legal limits. We would arrive early enough for us to stop, get into the fair free (First day of the fair is free day before noon), get our hand stamped so we could get back in later after my appointment and buy fair scones. It was a good plan. A yummy plan. A plan that involved food. A plan that made us happy.

Apparently it made about five hundred billion other people happy as well.

The first sign of how our morning was about to go was the four way stop two blocks from our house. A woman in a white pickup truck obviously missed the chapter on How to Take Your Turn at a Four Way Stop when she took driver's ed classes. I say this because she sort of stopped then went, nearly into the drivers side of our suburban. I pointed at her, then pointed at myself and said "I was here first". I think she was on crack. That's a better explanation than the first one I thought of, that she was blind. I say this because she never looked at us. She stared straight ahead and waited while I went around her in the middle of the four way stop.

Our driving adventures only went down hill from there.

As we neared Puyallup, traffic became heavy. And when I say heavy, I mean black-hole-gravitational-pull heavy. I mean it sucked every vehicle within a 100 mile radius in towards the fair grounds. Traffic was stopped on the shoulder of the freeway about half a mile from the actual exit. This caused near accidents involving people coming around the corner, slamming on their brakes and skidding. I'm not exaggerating when I say that global warming took a huge step towards actually becoming something real by all the black smoke poured out from people standing on their brakes in order to not kill the person in front of them. (Someone alert Al Gore!)

We were lucky to get out of that one alive.

Everyone was turning right at the bottom of the exit, so being that we had once lived in Puyallup and knew our way around, we went left.

Up and around the south side of the fair grounds to the western side and to another four way stop.

Where we were stopped by a police man. For twenty minutes. We sat there. Sat. There. Not moving. Lance got out to run to the gate and get his hand stamped. He came back and I went to get my hand stamped. I came back.

Still, we sat.

As we sat there, a cattle drive took place in front of us. Horses with riders. Horse drawn carriages. Horses pulling wagons. See?

There were men sitting down riding tractors. There were white haired gentleman standing up riding green tractors. There were Clysdales. I lost track of how much farm life passed before my eyes before we were finally allowed to go.

We were a bit late for my dental appointment. While we were there, Lance ran to the bank to get some cash for our trip back down the hill to the Fair. I was done in record time (Thanks Dr. Chris!) and we headed back towards the Fair grounds.

With every other person on the planet.

When it became apparent that we would never find parking nearer than Tacoma, we decided that Lance would get out and walk into the fair, buy scones and I would pick him up. It shouldn't take too long, right?

While he was in there standing in line behind fifty people with the same idea. I was able to get us lunch from Taco Time in another county, read War and Peace twice and get a pedicure and a mani.

Finally, after sweating in the sun and standing in line behind people who were ordering twelve dozen Fair Scones at once, he emerged from the Gold Gate of the Fair grounds, where I swooped in to pick him up. And by swooping in, I mean I crawled at a snails pace behind a gazillion vehicles who also had the same idea that we had.

So, I never got to step more than three feet into the Fair and I never got to walk around and see baby pigs in pens and cows being milked. But thanks to the perseverance of my wonderful husband, we did get two bags of Fair Scones.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Divide myself into three...

If only it were possible to do just that.

But I can't. Wish I could. I have three places to be tonight---PTA Meeting, Band/Orchestra orientation for fifth graders and another meeting half way across town. pick and choose.

I have a lot of nights like this and I wish there were two of us to take on these things. I wish Lance didn't work the shift he does. Don't get me wrong--I'm grateful he's got a good job. I am.

I'm just a little weary of feeling like a single parent.

Sunday, September 06, 2009

What I Learned with the Sunbeams Today

The Sunbeams are four year old darlings at church and I was asked to sit in on their class and help today.

I learned that Sister Perry is a wonderful Sunbeam teacher with lots of patience and love for her little class.

She taught us about forgiveness and told the story of Joseph who was sold into slavery by his brothers. Joseph forgave his brothers for what they did to him and we should forgive those who have done something wrong to us.

The best part? Coloring! We colored little finger puppets of Joseph and his brothers.

I helped some of the kids color theirs and then we taped them up and voila! Finger puppets!

I can understand why the kids love Sister Perry and why she loves them. The little ones are sooooo sweet and fun. Little Liam sat on my lap through the last two hours of Sharing Time and Singing Time. I was in heaven.

I think I'd like to be a Sunbeam Teacher.

Friday, September 04, 2009

Back to School!

Yes, I know it was three days ago and I haven't updated my blog for over a week and I'd apologize but I got blogged-out by writing every day for three weeks during Ashley's Children's Hospital escapades.

Two of our four children went back to school this week! They've both been so excited about starting up and seeing their friends and getting back on a schedule. I was thrilled for them (and to be back on a schedule again as well!) That and going back to work myself. :)

Before we left for school, Lance gave each of the girls a father's blessing. He blessed them with the ability to make good choices in friendships this year and to follow the spirit in all that they do. It was a special experience for us and I'm thankful I have a husband who holds the priesthood.

Because they went at different times, I took Ashley in the morning. Here's our newly minted 5th grader, decked out in her Van's shoes, shirt and jacket.

Isn't she adorable?

Our Allison (or Alli as she prefers to be called) began her first day of 8th grade. She's now at the top of the food chain at her school and liking it immensely.

Stunning, I know. Just take a moment and drink her in. I often do.

I think she was also decked out in Van's apparel. It certainly makes back to school shopping a bit easier when our son works there and we get the family discount that they give him.

When I picked the girls up at the end of their first day they were so incredibly bubbly and excited. They LOVE their classes, LOVE their teachers ("MOM! 8th grade teachers are AWESOME!") They bubbled and gurgled all the way home and it was such a delightful sound. Music to my ears and my heart.

I'm thankful they're so happy where they are and with their friends.