Wednesday, November 30, 2011

My Birthday

I spent it in bed. Mostly. I tried to go to work but alas, I was feeling seriously rotten so stayed an hour and then went home.

I slept most of the time. I'm sure I needed it. Everyone wanted to take me to lunch, and when I say 'everyone', I can't include Johnny Depp because he didn't call. I mean family and/or friends. Then they wanted to do dinner and a cake. No, no, no, cough, hack, choke wheezethank you. So we're going to celebrate Sunday evening after we've moved into our new place.

OH! I almost forgot! I told hubby not to get me anything but he did anyway. I have new cookware!!! SO excited!!!!!!

Happy Birthday to me!

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Pegging the Stress Meter


I was telling hubby just that the other day. I know that there are a couple of things that peg the stress meter in life---LIKE MOVING. Yeah, you know, that THING we're doing soon. :::looks around the room that is NOT packed:::: Yeah. STRESSED.

And it's manifesting itself in some very odd ways. I go upstairs and suddenly I have jazz hands as I climb. I change the channel constantly--not just when there are commercials on. I can't seem to keep my brain focused on one thing at a time. And the number one WORST thing about this---I'm not hungry and I'm EATING. Or THINKING ABOUT EATING. It's nearly 11 pm and my mind keeps talking to me.

Are there chips upstairs? No...I don't think there are...mmmm...nachos sound good. No, there's no chips. Yes, there is cheese. chips. Chili? Sure, got some chili. Wait--it's almost 11. If I eat chili I will be up all night and in pain. No, can't have chili.


Time to change the channel again.

GAHHHHHHHHHH! I'm not packed. Can we afford this new place? Can we afford NOT to move? Are we doing the right thing? What about leaving my father? Who is now sick as a dog with shingles and in a lot of pain and shuffling around and not walking well and ooooooooooh crap. Guilt mixed in with moving is seriously the REAL pegging-the-stress-meter-high-point right now. I feel incredibly guilty for leaving him.

He says he's fine. Even looking forward to it. I know better.

And now on top of all of this, I've got a fever and a very rotten cold. Can't breathe, can't sleep, can't eat because it's too late and I don't have any chips!

Here's hoping that nyquil will knock me out tonight.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011



That is all.....

Monday, November 21, 2011

I packed five boxes today. It may have been four. The big news is that I packed boxes!. I've not been good at doing that lately. I'm not sure if I'm in denial or what. I know we're moving. We talk about it all the time, it's that invisible hammer hanging over my head with a date attached to it....

I'm not a fan of moving. Today my youngest daughter said, "Hey mom. The last time we moved it was the most awful, hot weather EVER here. Now we're going to move in the middle of rain and wind and storms. Why do we pick such awful times?"

I don't know. Honestly, I don't.

I attempted Costco today. And when I say 'attempted', I mean I drove around looking for an open parking spot with rain pelting my suburban hard enough to leave dents and with wind gusts worthy of the beach. After pondering the following facts,

a. I didn't have a coat
b. I was sans umbrella
c. I wasn't feeling that great

It became quite clear to me that I shouldn't shop at Costco today. Mother Nature was obviously against it, and who am I to go against the wishes of the personification of nature that focuses on the life-giving and nurturing aspects of nature by embodying it in the form of the mother? Nobody, that's who.

So picked up some lunch for my father and myself and headed home. The 'home' that will only be my 'home' for the next week or so.

We're in for a windy, rainy, stormy night tonight. I had a work meeting (Latino Family Night) tonight that I was supposed to attend, but I'm in an incredible amount of pain right now and I'm not certain I could speak Spanish, let alone English right now. Just typing this is taxing my prescription-addled cerebral area. I keep having to fix typos. So, my wonderful, amazing, terrific, handsome, delightful, helpful, manly, gorgeous, sweet husband took the stuff I was contributing to the meeting for me.

Have I mentioned that I adore him? I do.

I think the last of the pain meds is kicking in so I should stop attempting to type.

Did I mention that I packed some boxes today?

Saturday, November 12, 2011

The Washington State Liquor Store Controversy

No, not the one you're thinking of. Yes, the ballot measure to take state government out of liquor sales did pass. Yes, I live in WA state. No, I don't drink.

Which brings me to my topic today. Messing With Their Minds And by 'them', I mean my beautiful, gullible, thirteen year old daughter.

We are in the process of packing up our stuff to move. In order to do so, we require boxes. Lots and lots of boxes. One place you can get free boxes is from the liquor store. So on Wednesday after school, I pulled into the liquor store parking lot. The look on my daughter's face was priceless.

Ashley: What are we doing here?
Me: Well, you know I've been under a lot of stress lately...
Ashley: Yeah, so?
Me: Well, I've decided I just want to cut loose for a while. You know.
Ashley: WHAT?
Me: I just need to blow off some steam. So Daddy and I thought we'd get drunk.
Ashley: (unbuckling her seatbelt and leaning up close to the front) WHAT???
Me: It's not like we're going to stay drunk. We just want to relax. You know.
Ashley: WHAT? No, you're not going to do that.
Me: Why not? Everyone does it. I'm tired of being good all the time.
Ashley: What's daddy doing in the store?
Me: Well, this is a liquor store.
Ashley: Yeah, I know.
Me: They sell booze.
Ashley: So what's he doing in there??
Me: Buying some booze.
Ashley: No he's not. What's he doing in there?
Me: What do they sell in there?
Ashley: Booze, but...
Me: So what could he be doing in there?
Ashley: Mom, what is going on?
Me: I already told you. We're tired of being Mormon. We're going to try something else.
Ashley: LIES! I don't believe you! You don't drink!
Me: Well, not til now.
Ashley: MOM!!!
Me: What?
Ashley: I know you. You won't do that. I'll run away if you do!
At this point hubby walked out of the store with an armload of boxes. You could hear her sigh in relief.

Ashley: That's not funny, Mom!

It was a little bit funny.

Wednesday, November 09, 2011

We're getting ready to move. Again. This will make ::counts on fingers and toes:::: the 12th kitchen that I've had since I was 21. No, wait. 13. This will be my 13th kitchen.

I had two different kitchens in college, though I probably ought not to count those as they weren't entirely mine. I had to share them. Then the five kitchens I had when I lived in Venezuela as a missionary might not count as mine either, as I shared them with other missionaries or the families we resided with. Wait--there was one place in Barquisimeto that was our kitchen and ours alone. So that one counts.

Then five kitchens since we've been married---and now for the next, and hopefully last, kitchen. Number 6.

This is my oldest daughter's first kitchen as well. There are two kitchens in the home we're getting. She will have one downstairs in her area and we will have ours upstairs. She's so thrilled! And so am I. She's already purchased one thing for her kitchen--a small ceramic jug with some kitchen utensils. Sadly, this is all she's accumulated thus far.

Which makes me think that I too am woefully lacking in kitchen stuff as well. Hubby and I sat down and made a huge list of things we're going to have to buy for our new place. The list was mighty and the list was long. We haven't had new cookware since we married, nearly 25 years ago. It's waaaaaay past time. Any recommendations? What kind do you like the best, or wish YOU had in YOUR kitchen?

I've also decided something else. When we married, lo these many years ago, there were wedding showers. An embarrassment of riches were gifted to us by my husband's family and friends. So when we started out our life together, we had our everyday dishes (I'd collected them as I was growing up), we had our semi-formal dishes, and we had our fine china.

The everyday dishes we used was a lovely set of stoneware. Sadly, they have not lasted all these years, all these children, all these oops-I-dropped-somethings. The semi-formal stuff, seen below, HAS survived. Mostly because we hardly ever use them.

Pretty, huh? Well, ok. It was the 80's. I liked pink. It's not what I'd choose today but they're still cute. We have decided to make these our everyday dishes. Time is fleeting and life is short. Why hold out on the pretty stuff until a special occasion? All of life should be treated like a special occasion.

As for our Fine China.....It's gorgeous and we might just use it for Sunday dinners from now on. Just because.

It's Noritake and it's called Virtue. So beautiful. See?

So there you have it. My 6th (or 13th) kitchen and what I plan on doing with it. My daughter's first kitchen. I wonder what kind of dishes she will choose? I'm sure there will be much borrowing going on between the two kitchens. Either way, I hope that she uses the 'good stuff' and doesn't let it sit in a hutch for years, as I have done. The good stuff shouldn't be hidden. I hope I can teach her that now.

Wednesday, November 02, 2011

Religious Tolerance Is Alive and Well--Just Not for Mormons


Bigotry and hatred is alive and well in America. I was just reading over on CNN About the Mormon Church
and how diverse it is.
The comments from people reading this story were--ugly. For the most part. Those who were posting things against The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints were ill informed, rude and downright mean.

It's amazing to me that it's open season on one faith here in this country---and it's sad to me that except for a few outside the church who take it upon themselves to speak up--it's accepted.

We are taught to live the ten commandments. You know, that whole be honest, don't kill, don't steal, stuff that is often taken as more of a list suggestions rather than commandments from our God? Yeah, that one.

We are taught to be honest in our dealings, to love one another, to cherish and nurture our families. The church has a welfare system that is second to none. It's all done through donations. We take care of our people---AND we send aid all over the world when natural disasters strike, or when a community just needs help. Click HERE to see some of the things this 'cult' contributes to the world at large.

We believe in taking care of ourselves by not drinking, smoking, using drugs or drinking coffee. While this may not make us popular with Starbucks, Coors or the local crack dealer---we're ok with that. We truly are.

Even if I didn't believe that the church was true---I would still raise my family in the church. The values, the commitment to family, honesty, integrity, service and desire to always be a better person are important.

I am not perfect--no one is. We are human and we make mistakes. I'm grateful for the Atonement of Jesus Christ that allows me to repent, to change and to keep moving forward.

So please. If you want to know more about who we really are, click HERE. It will take you to a website where you can talk to a real live member of the cult church.

And remember what Thumper the bunny said in Bambi. "If you can't say something nice, don't say nothing at all"

Good advice.


Mmmm....Halloween candy. I think I'll have some. No I won't. Oh yes I will. No....I WON'T. mmmm....chocolate.... Sigh.

As you can see, I'm conflicted today. I started work at 7 this morning. I went home around 10 because I have to go BACK to work this evening at 5. So I thought....ok, I'll go home and clean the basement. And I did. Well, ok, I started. I brought down three garbage bags. I found FOUR glasses, five forks and a bunch of crap by the TV. I cleaned that area. Then my phone rings. Apparently I had to BE AT SHOREWOOD HIGH SCHOOL RIGHT THAT VERY SECOND OR LIFE AS WE KNEW IT WAS ABOUT TO END AND SHE WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO GET HER IPAD UNTIL THE FOLLOWING WEDNESDAY AND YOU KNOW THAT IT'S IMPORTANT AND YOU MUST COME NOWWWWWW.

So I went. And was she waiting for me in front of the school as I'd asked her to do? No. Was she waiting in the office for me, because this was such a HUGE FREAKING EMERGENCY?

The answer to that would be no. I called the cell phone number of her friend and then called IT SEVEN MORE TIMES BEFORE SOMEONE PICKED UP.

As you may have intuited, I was not a happy camper. No sir. Not at all.

So I paid with a check for her iPad and then came back here to the office because driving home only to DRIVE RIGHT BACK OUT HERE to pick the kids up is a waste of gas and time and I'm seriously ticked off that I couldn't get the entire room cleaned to surprise my husband.

So, yeah. Surprise. I'm cranky. Do you think eating more chocolate will help?

Yeah, me neither.