Thursday, April 28, 2016

We have 3 kids at home again--a bad poem

One of them bought a car with all his own money.
One of them likes pink now.
One of them still makes random strange noises at odd times.
One of them works on the roads of Minnesota.
One of them has blue hair again.
One of them will have braces removed at the end of May.
One of them goes to bed early.
One of them has been planning Korean food cooking and cake making.
One of them does not want to go to Prom.
One of them is now a gospel doctrine teacher in the singles ward.
One of them wants to sit with me in Relief Society.
One of them has about a month of seminary left this year.

The other two children are doing fine also. One got straight As (as did at least one of the two collegians who just came home--good kids!) and the other one is having a baby shower in a couple of weeks. I get to do the food. Lavender cupcakes again!

Sunday, April 10, 2016

It's a tie

Today, my oldest child asked me who was the naughtiest of my children. Like I was going to tell her. But I'll tell the faceless random stranger who happens by my blog....ALL OF THEM.

In other news, we regain two children this coming week. Jim and I are driving out to Utah to retrieve two collegers, Paul and Hayley. So the house will be moderately full again, especially if Katie comes over. We'll miss OJ though. I wonder if he'll move back here after he finishes college, which isn't that far off. He'll have to share a room with Matt.

Also, I feel a great weight lifted from my brain. In late February, I was asked to "facilitate" a class on modeling righteous marriages. I agreed to do it, and from that time forth, my life kinda got hectic. 3 people in my circle of acquaintanceship died, one of them being my husband's father (a great big bear of a man with the softest heart), necessitating a trip to CA for the memorial service. Which led to Jim going through his cycle of vaso-vagal syncope for a full day. Note to self: Dramamine. Then I was at my mom's for lunch with sister and sister-in-law and her kids, and Katie and Jackson, and niece, and the 9 yo nephew had a seizure. Panic ensued and it was very scary.

So I was close to telling the stake RS pres that I could not do the class. But I went ahead. Stress stress stress. But the conference was yesterday and now it is over and I do not have that persistent buzz of stress in my brain. Thank the heavens. It went fine, but I nearly toppled over from exhaustion after the class was over.


Sunday, February 14, 2016

Second to last Valentine treasure hunt

No puzzles to solve this year, just post-it note tags to find. 83 of them. Each tag has a number and refers to a letter.

I've set everything up and told Matt that his hunt is ready, but so far, I have yet to see any activity from him re: looking around. He doesn't even know he's supposed to be looking for post-it notes. We shall see how this proceeds forth.

Saturday, February 6, 2016

Emptying nest

One left at home. And even he isn't around much. Jim and I have a lot of together time in the evening. I wish I could go back to my young mother self and tell her she'll get there. It was a long slog, but the time WILL come when the constant mothering will be done. Occasional mothering is much easier, and because I had that time of absolute tiredness and wondering when it will end, I really appreciate the gift of my brain being given back to me.

The time, energy, stamina, concern I gave to my children was well worth it. Three are in college and enjoying their time there. One has a family and they live close so I can visit the grandbaby with the cutest sweetest eyes ever when I want.

And now I have time for knitting, sewing, and cross-stitch. I'm doing a Stitch-Along with a facebook group: an ornament of our choosing every month. I finished two in January and still have time to work on my big Headless Horseman project. I took a month to knit up a 14 or 15 foot long Fourth Doctor scarf for Matt. I am now knitting lime green mittens (first time knitting mittens and boy do I like youtube for teaching me several methods of casting on in the middle of my work). I've cut out several shirts (two for Grandbaby).

I don't mind middle age! I have to supplement my vision with cheaters and extra light, but both are easily procured. 

Saturday, December 5, 2015


Random pictures from the last month or two:
Matt and Jackhand

Granddaddy and Jackson read Go Dog Go

Team 2169's bot grabs all the green garbage cans at the meet. (Matt helped build the bot)

KING TeC, team 2169 members

Matt, the embodiment of team spirit with his pompom hair and safety glasses

Matt talks to a good friend during intermission at the HS fall musical
 From Thanksgiving:
Jackson is enchanted by the Christmas tree lights--he calls them "tote"

some cousins that are not little anymore

Some cousins that are sort of little along with the not little ones. This is not a comprehensive group either. Three of my kids are missing, Jenni's older two, and then we have Gary's grandchildren that aren't in the picture. Still, that's a nice group of cousins.

Mother and children and children-in-law and the youngest grandchild

Grandma and grandchildren

Saturday, November 21, 2015


My house will be certified organic sometime in early December! No, I'm not removing pesticides. I'm getting an organ!

My mom taught me piano, most of the time not formally. I did go to a piano teacher for a couple years when I was 14-15, but I already knew the basics and was playing songs here and there. Then my mom got called to be the organist for our congregation, even though she had no experience (hello Mormonism). She tried to get me to play the organ and I had NO interest. I rolled my eyes AND threw my head back in exasperation.

Then when I was 36, I was called to be the organist in our congregation even though I have had no experience and never wanted any experience (hello, still Mormonism). But God had other plans. And He knew I would like it once I got over not knowing how to play it. I love playing Christmas hymns especially. "I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day" with the chimes, especially especially.

I did take organ lessons for a year as part of an independent study college course and I can't say I'm any great shakes at playing the organ even though I took the class, but at least I'm not afraid of it anymore. I can play for a congregation and not hang my head in shame after the hymn is done. I am used to having my mistakes broadcast to the whole chapel. They sing anyway.

So my mother has an organ. I enjoyed using hers to practice, and she enjoyed sharing new songs she learned by playing the for me. But mother is getting old and has recently been released from playing for her congregation.

As much as I am happy about getting her organ, I am sad that she won't be playing it. She used to practice hymns and her husband (my stepdad) enjoyed it too. When he got really sick near the end of his life, he would shout out hymn requests from his sickbed for her to play.

As much as I am sad about Mom giving up something she enjoyed, I am happy that I will get to have an instrument to practice on in my own home. Also, Katie will be able to practice at my house instead of having to go to the church building. I can watch Jackson while she plays. And that will be the best part. More Jackson.

Thursday, November 19, 2015

Still crazy after all these years

I don't get poetry or most song lyrics. I try to deconstruct them, but what I infer from each individual line or thought in lyrics doesn't seem to ever coalesce into one theme. (Except for the song "I Wanna Hold your Hand." I think I've got that one figured out)

Take my post title. I was casting about for a good line to use as a header for a post about being married a while, and this line "Still crazy after all these years" popped into my head. (don't judge. Paul Simon was a major contributor to my early teenage years. Hello, "One Trick Pony" and "Slip Sliding Away," which was my first introduction to music other than what my mom had in her record collection and never played--fodder for another post).

So I thought I would look up the lyrics for this song to see if it applied. Hmmm, not so much (look them up yourself). The individual line applies, ya know, still crazy (for each other, in love, googly-eyes, etc) after all these years, but otherwise, No on the meeting old lovers, drinking beer, watching cars go by and not being convicted for possibly doing something rash. I have no idea what ol' Paulie Simon was talking about. He misses his old lover but is too lazy/crazy to do anything about it? He doesn't like her and is still crazy? He's an introvert that occasionally goes outside to wander the streets? I CAN'T FIGURE IT OUT!!

(This was supposed to be a post on being married happily for 27 years, but I got sidetracked by Paul Simon) (Happy anniversay to my only squeeze!) (I love you!) (I wanna hold your hand!)