I was tagged awhile back by Cheri and now I'm finally getting my sorry butt around to doing it.
1. I wear the same pair of earrings everyday. Ever since I first saw the movie "Some Kind of Wonderful" I wanted a pair of diamond stud earrings and asked for them for every birthday and Christmas. A couple of years ago Than bought them for me and I love them!! He thought he lost them right after he bought them and almost had a heart attack. But they were found and now they can be found on my ears everyday.
2. My favorite color is orange. I think it is such a bright and happy color. We have orange pillows, orange blankets, an orange mixer, orange vases, orange candles, and an orange wall in the kitchen. I have too many orange shirts, 5 pairs of orange socks, and 1 darling orange paperweight that looks like an orange.
3. I love reading magazines. My favorites are home decorating and scrapbooking magazines. I used to be real bad and buy one practically every time that I went to the grocery store. Now I'm much better and only get one every other month or so. It would be so much cheaper if I just got a subscription to one.
4. I can't wink, whistle, or snap. Whenever I tell people this something in their brain clicks and says, "Hey I can be the one to teach her." I don't know why they think this because if I haven't been able to these things in 30+ years, why would I be able to learn in just a few short minutes? So if you see me, don't think you can try to teach me. I'm hopeless!
5. I think Ricky Martin and Shakira are awesome. I went on a Spanish-speaking mission to SoCal back in 1998 to 1999 where everyone was listening to them. When I got home, one of the first things I did was buy a Shakira CD. Then a couple years later I met Than who just got home from Venezuela and he loved Shakira too!! Now as a family we own every Shakira CD and Sara can spot a Shakira song within a few notes. When we clean the house on Saturdays, you can bet that some Spanish music will be playing.
6. I wish I were a crafty person. I dabble in scrapbooking, but I wouldn't call myself a scrapbooker. And I'm really good at spotting craftiness in other people. I always see things that people make and think that I could make that only if . . . . . . I wish I could take a crafty class and learn how to sew and paint and make lots of cute stuff.
And that's the end. It was actually pretty hard for me to think of 6 things. I think officially I'm supposed to tag 6 people, but I don't like doing that.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
I Love This Man
In the spirit of Valentines day I've been feeling a little mushy and suddenly have a strong desire to proclaim my love for my husband loud and clear. So if you don't want to know how awesome my man is stop reading NOW.
Than works so hard for us. He worked full time and went to school full time so he could have a good job and provide for us and so that I don't have to work unless I want to. Lately he's been working 55 to 60 hours/week and he has to drive almost 1 hour to and from work. And now his new calling has him at the Church all day on Sunday. So when he gets home he is spent, but he doesn't care if there is no dinner, the house is a mess, and all I want to do is get in the bath. He'll make dinner, put the kids to bed, and then start some laundry because, of course, I have no clean underwear for him.
He is such a sweetheart. When we get in arguments or "serious discussions" I always start to cry and he never gets frustrated with me. Well, he may get frustrated but he never shows it. He always treats me with love and respect and never would do anything intentionally to hurt my feelings. He calls me everyday to check on me and tell me he loves me. He always checks with me to make sure it's OK before he makes any plans to play golf or anything else. He never complains when I want to go out and do my own thing and he has to watch the kids.
He agreed with me when I wanted to get a cat, even though he's allergic. And then he cleaned the litter box all the time because I was pregnant and couldn't do it myself. Well, it's been 2 1/2 years since we got the cat and I've never had to change the litter once.
He makes me laugh. We have this joke that on our second date he was being really funny and all I would give him is sympathy laughs. I just think I was nervous. But now, everyday he has me roaring with laughter. He knows just what to say to cheer me up when I'm in a foul mood.
He puts the kids to bed more than his share of the time. He is a great dad and truly enjoys spending time with Sara and Aaron. He reads Sara bedtime stories every night. He plays with both of them for hours on the living room floor. He'll always play Sara's pretend games with her. He teaches Sara how to dribble the basketball in the garage. He builds block towers with Aaron. He only has 2 hours with them everyday between when he gets home and bedtime and he really tries to do as much as he can with them during that time.
I love Than so much. He is my best friend. He is my shoulder to cry on. He always makes me feel pretty. He tells me how much he loves me. In my opinion, he's the best dad in the world. And he's the best man for me.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Random Stuff
It's the end of the month and I bet everyone is tired of looking at my toilet, so here I sit, trying to muster up something interesting to write about. January has given me a major case of the blahs so I haven't been taking pictures or doing that much fun stuff. I guess if I tried to do more fun stuff in January, I might not feel so blah-ish.
Aaron's been starting to say a few words these days. He started back in December with his first word being "shoes" (but it really sounds like "shiz"). He loves to get people their shoes and is always so excited to get his on. It's the funniest thing how he gets so dang excited by shoes.
Other words he says are: mom, uh-oh, and uh (for up). Sara is convinced that he says "sis" but I'm not quite sure about that one. Even though he only says a few words, he understands so much. If I ask if he needs his diaper changed, he starts grabbing himself (if you know what I mean) and then walks to his room and changing table. Yesterday, my sister was here visiting and we started talking about how Aaron is not doing well in nursery. We talked about things I could do and I shared how since we started trying to take him to nursery, he doesn't like being left with anyone, even family. Soon it was time to pick Sara up from preschool and Aaron started freaking out. He knew we were talking about leaving him and his reaction was to cling to my leg. He finally calmed down after he had his coat and shoes on and I had mine on too--then he knew we were both going somewhere together.
Sara's been saying some interesting stuff too. The other day she told me, "Mom, if you are tired of your credit card debt, you can talk to a professional in 5 minutes." She has also asked, "Are you sick of scrubbing and scrubbing the toilet?" When she watches TV these days, I think she picks up more from the commercials than the "educational" shows I try to put on. Maybe we should just go back to PBS.
Aaron's been starting to say a few words these days. He started back in December with his first word being "shoes" (but it really sounds like "shiz"). He loves to get people their shoes and is always so excited to get his on. It's the funniest thing how he gets so dang excited by shoes.
Other words he says are: mom, uh-oh, and uh (for up). Sara is convinced that he says "sis" but I'm not quite sure about that one. Even though he only says a few words, he understands so much. If I ask if he needs his diaper changed, he starts grabbing himself (if you know what I mean) and then walks to his room and changing table. Yesterday, my sister was here visiting and we started talking about how Aaron is not doing well in nursery. We talked about things I could do and I shared how since we started trying to take him to nursery, he doesn't like being left with anyone, even family. Soon it was time to pick Sara up from preschool and Aaron started freaking out. He knew we were talking about leaving him and his reaction was to cling to my leg. He finally calmed down after he had his coat and shoes on and I had mine on too--then he knew we were both going somewhere together.
Sara's been saying some interesting stuff too. The other day she told me, "Mom, if you are tired of your credit card debt, you can talk to a professional in 5 minutes." She has also asked, "Are you sick of scrubbing and scrubbing the toilet?" When she watches TV these days, I think she picks up more from the commercials than the "educational" shows I try to put on. Maybe we should just go back to PBS.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
6 years ago
Today marks 6 years since our baby Sam was born. He was born on December 30th 2002 and passed away January 9th 2003. It always makes Christmas a bittersweet time of the year. We are always so happy and excited for Christmas and then 5 days later we have a special day that is not always the happiest, but it is time we spend together and remember our baby. Today we bought 6 balloons and took them to the cemetery and let them go into the sky. It was so interesting; they first blew to the North and up high, high, high. And then the wind shifted and they blew right to the South, flew over our heads, and we lost sight of them as they disappeared into the sun. After we left the cemetery, in the car Sara said, "I know that Sam brought you lots of happiness and joy when he was born and when he comes back he will bring happiness and joy to our whole family." Tears welled up in my eyes. I can't believe how sweet and just right-on she can be about stuff like that. Every time we go to the cemetery she wants to say a prayer and it is always so special. We decided this year to celebrate Sam's birthday as a birthday and went to Chuck-E-Cheese's. Sara and Aaron had so much fun. Than won us a whole bunch of tickets so Aaron got a little football and Sara got a lipgloss set in a purse. This year, December 30th has been a good day.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Has This Ever Happened to You?
Have you ever hit a neighbor's car with your car and then THEY brought YOU cookies because THEY felt bad?
So here's my story. On Wednesday night I was headed to the church for a meeting at 8:30 PM. Aaron was already asleep and Than was in the process of putting Sara to bed. She started freaking out because I was leaving and had to give me a ga-zillion kisses and hugs. Than and I said our normal "good-bye" and then he told me to be safe. I left thinking, "Be safe? What's gonna happen to me on the way to the church?"
It was dark. The streets in my neighborhood are very narrow. I was distracted by an interesting display of Christmas lights down the street. Then I heard a little crunch. Oh, there was a car parked across the street? Why didn't I notice that? I pulled over so I could get out and assess the damage. I didn't recognize the car that I hit, but I could see that I had given it a good dent and a couple of scratches. I walked back home and told Than that I hit the vistor's car. He came with me to knock on our neighbor's door. I was scared to tell them what happened. We found out that the visitor's car that I hit actually belonged to a lady who lives a street away. Than teaches her kid in primary and she is a super sweet woman.
We all looked at the damage and then she called her husband to tell him what happened because he was away. She kept telling me how bad she felt and how she shouldn't have parked across from our driveway. Our street is way narrow, but seriously, where else was she going to park? She kept telling me that they would help pay for the damages and we kept refusing. Than said if she really wanted to do something, they could bring us cookies.
Yesterday Than talked to the husband after he got a good look at his car. Then Than called our insurance to make a claim and we got it all figured out. Later last night, the sweet lady sent her boys over with a plate of cookies.
So I was an idiot driver and hit a parked car while I was backing out of my driveway, our insurance premiums will probably go up, and we got some yummy cookies out of it. Not a bad deal, eh?
So here's my story. On Wednesday night I was headed to the church for a meeting at 8:30 PM. Aaron was already asleep and Than was in the process of putting Sara to bed. She started freaking out because I was leaving and had to give me a ga-zillion kisses and hugs. Than and I said our normal "good-bye" and then he told me to be safe. I left thinking, "Be safe? What's gonna happen to me on the way to the church?"
It was dark. The streets in my neighborhood are very narrow. I was distracted by an interesting display of Christmas lights down the street. Then I heard a little crunch. Oh, there was a car parked across the street? Why didn't I notice that? I pulled over so I could get out and assess the damage. I didn't recognize the car that I hit, but I could see that I had given it a good dent and a couple of scratches. I walked back home and told Than that I hit the vistor's car. He came with me to knock on our neighbor's door. I was scared to tell them what happened. We found out that the visitor's car that I hit actually belonged to a lady who lives a street away. Than teaches her kid in primary and she is a super sweet woman.
We all looked at the damage and then she called her husband to tell him what happened because he was away. She kept telling me how bad she felt and how she shouldn't have parked across from our driveway. Our street is way narrow, but seriously, where else was she going to park? She kept telling me that they would help pay for the damages and we kept refusing. Than said if she really wanted to do something, they could bring us cookies.
Yesterday Than talked to the husband after he got a good look at his car. Then Than called our insurance to make a claim and we got it all figured out. Later last night, the sweet lady sent her boys over with a plate of cookies.
So I was an idiot driver and hit a parked car while I was backing out of my driveway, our insurance premiums will probably go up, and we got some yummy cookies out of it. Not a bad deal, eh?
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
I Guess It's Time For A New Post
I am a serious blog slacker. My sweet hubby keeps on getting on my case for not updating the blog so maybe we should become one of those couples who share blogging duties. But I don't think he'll go for it. He's really not the "let's tell everyone all our business on the internet" type of guy. Yet, he likes that I started this thing and he likes reading what I write and he likes reading all your comments. In fact, sometimes he comes home and tells me, "You're up to 7 comments today." Oh, he's so cute!!
So what's our business today? Well, sometime in November Sara turned 5. If I were a better mom I might have posted all about it much closer to the exact date, but here goes.
This was the first year that we had a "friend" party. Sara wanted to have a fairies party and she wanted to invite some of her friends that are boys. So I had a little dilemma because fairies and boys don't really go together. In the end, we ended up having a "Frogs and Fairies" party. We played pin the wand on the fairy, leapfrog, and a hot-potato like game using a froggy beanbag. We ate yummy cupcakes from the local bakery (because cupcake making is not my thing) and I'm still craving them today. Sara opened her presents and then I put fairy dust on the girls cheeks and a frog sticker on the boy's. Oh yeah, only 1 boy showed so he was the frog surrounded by many fairies. When we finished all that, we still had about 20 minutes left so the kids wanted to watch TV. They watched "Blue's Clues" and played in our basement. Is that horrible? Next time, I will know better what to plan on and maybe we'll head to Chuck-E-Cheese.
Sara's real birthday fell in the middle of the week so I took her and Aaron to the zoo that day. The weather was beautiful and there was hardly anyone there. It was perfect. I'd go to the zoo everyday if it were like that. Well, maybe not everyday ...
That night we had a family party for her where she got her real cake and opened more presents. All in all, I think she'll remember her 5th birthday as a good one.
So what's our business today? Well, sometime in November Sara turned 5. If I were a better mom I might have posted all about it much closer to the exact date, but here goes.
This was the first year that we had a "friend" party. Sara wanted to have a fairies party and she wanted to invite some of her friends that are boys. So I had a little dilemma because fairies and boys don't really go together. In the end, we ended up having a "Frogs and Fairies" party. We played pin the wand on the fairy, leapfrog, and a hot-potato like game using a froggy beanbag. We ate yummy cupcakes from the local bakery (because cupcake making is not my thing) and I'm still craving them today. Sara opened her presents and then I put fairy dust on the girls cheeks and a frog sticker on the boy's. Oh yeah, only 1 boy showed so he was the frog surrounded by many fairies. When we finished all that, we still had about 20 minutes left so the kids wanted to watch TV. They watched "Blue's Clues" and played in our basement. Is that horrible? Next time, I will know better what to plan on and maybe we'll head to Chuck-E-Cheese.
Sara's real birthday fell in the middle of the week so I took her and Aaron to the zoo that day. The weather was beautiful and there was hardly anyone there. It was perfect. I'd go to the zoo everyday if it were like that. Well, maybe not everyday ...
That night we had a family party for her where she got her real cake and opened more presents. All in all, I think she'll remember her 5th birthday as a good one.
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