Monday, September 30, 2013

Grandma Doris

The first thing I can remember is being at my mom’s parents’ house. When you walk in the front door there is a staircase right in front of you. To the left of the staircase the room opens up into a galley style bottom floor kitchen, with the sink, dishwasher and cupboards lining the right side, and kitchen

Friday, September 27, 2013

Halloween Decorating

Every Friday my Mom watches my kids while I am at work. This Friday she texted "Hunter wants me to get the Halloween stuff out, where is it?" I told Hunter yesterday we would decorate but

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Long Beach

It's been a week since we got back from Long Beach so I guess you could say this vacation update is a little overdue, but here it is. Better late than never.

I saw these DIY Busy Boards over at Mommy Testers so I decided to make some for our trip. Here are the results.

 

Hunter loves cars and I couldn't resist making him a little track as well. I was out of cutting

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Flight

I used to dream I was falling
into a bottomless black hole.
I would shudder awake
as I made impact. One falling
night I realized I was dreaming.
Falling became flying. I looked
forward to flying every night.
Then flying turned to running
with heavy unseen weights
fast around my ankles. Nobody following,
just the insatiable need to run.
Sometimes the weights never appeared
and I was sprinting faster
than a gold medalist, I breathed
so deep I felt my lungs expanding,
I consumed the air there was no
breathlessness. Every night I try to find
the way back to my marathon but
dreams betray and do not develop
on command. Instead I am endurance
running from employment to PreSchool
to Kindergaten, to what's for dinner,
the next load of laundry, and where's
the toilet bowl cleaner? I know
flight is close, my tennishoes are laced,
what are my ankle weights, where
is the latch? I remember falling,
screaming, wondering if I died
when I hit bottom. Then I realize, enjoy
the fall, relax your voice be silent.
Life is like a dream, I give it
my consent to fail. Flight begins.

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Crybaby

I am going to admit it, I have become a crybaby. It's almost that time of the month and I can feel my hormones on overdrive. Irritability, grumpiness, and frustration with simple tasks, check. Insane worry over things that don't really matter, check. Crying over silly things, check. I didn't

Monday, September 23, 2013

Apple Pie or Applesauce?

Every day I wonder if there is any true balance between mom and dad working full time jobs and raising their kids successfully? Or will life always feel like I'm on a never ending carnival ride, you know the one with the boat attached at the bottom of a giant pendulum that swings back and forth? If I'm focused

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Firstlight

I've been reading Firstlight by Sue Monk Kidd. I read The Secret Life of Bees which I loved. Some might call it Juvenile, and maybe the story line is a little juvenile, but her writing I found so poetic. Every single little section of the book seemed to be wrapped up in this perfect little bow, more like poems than chapters. Firstlight is a compilation of her early writings mostly things she wrote for

Monday, September 16, 2013

The Mom Marathon

Tomorrow let the marathon begin.

All I can think about is all the stuff I have to do tomorrow before we leave for California. Somehow I'm going to run 3 miles, take Amy to preschool, go to Walmart to get travel size shampoo etc and supplies to make the kids some busy bags and treats for the plane ride. Then pick Amy up, make them lunch, drop Hunter off at Kindergarten, try and assemble their busy bags, can as many tomatoes

Sunday, September 15, 2013

my Anne

Last night I dreamed about Lindsay. She was my bosom friend through middle school and high school. Red headed, she was the spontaneous and outgoing one, and whatever we did, even locking me in the closet until I told her who I had a crush on, we always had fun. She would write stories, mostly love

Friday, September 13, 2013

Goodbye Grandma Blanchard

A few hours ago I got word my great-grandmother passed away on Mike's Birthday, September 11th. . . of all days? So while we were in a theater enjoying World War Z and I was ogling Brad Pitt, my great-grandma was lying in bed at a home care center going to sleep for the last time. I feel sort of guilty about that, I know you can't really help where you are when

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Letter of Interest

For what seems like the one hundredth time my job is changing again. I'm not complaining, actually I think this change will be great, and give me the opportunity to do more of the part of my job that I enjoy most.. . . .if I get the position I'm hoping for. Next year 3 departments will be combined and then

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Cash Only please

Last night I finally got around to listing my piano on KSL. I've been dragging my feet because I hate to sell it, but I've got this inner need to be practical as well. I've had it since I was 16 years old, it's like a part of me, a relic of my history. But the fact that it's part of my history and not the future is reason enough to sell it. There's not a room in our house that really

Monday, September 9, 2013

Today's Triumph

Today was a huge triumph for me. I emphasize for me because I will completely admit I am not a runner, only in the sense that you could never tell to look at me. I am short, stocky, and

Sunday, September 8, 2013

My Hair Cutting Days

This morning I accomplished the thing I have been dreading. I trimmed Amy's hair. The last time I did this it turned out a little uneven so this time I brushed up with some youtube videos and I think it turned out pretty good.  Here's some before and afters.


Saturday, September 7, 2013

When I grow up

I tend to say I don't have a strong talent because I have too many interests to focus on one thing and be really good at it. I also have a tendency to jump ship when things get hard. Example, college drop out. Just ask Mike I don't have the greatest track record. I also don't consider myself quite grown up yet. Maybe when I am a grandmother I will feel grown up, since having children

Motel 6

I wrote this when we went to Jackson Hole, WY last May for the Antler Auction. Usually only Mike and Hunter go because it's more of a business trip. Mike reserves a spot in the square to sell his antlers, and only goes down for 2 days. This year we decided to make a family vacation out of it, but I don't know how great of an idea that was because the Antler Auction is the week before all the tourist attractions open for the Summer season. We had planned to spend most of our time at

Variety

All trees trunks and their leaves
stand in contrast. Firm rugged
bark so immovable and strong
holds each stem like stone
in the ground, but the contrast,
weeping willows sweeping the ground
as wind moves through it's strands
like a gentle blow-dryer tossing it
into a hanging coif. Pine
it's needles firm and prickly
as if each branch were laden
with a family of porcupines.
The pine cone, an extension
of that solid base, there is no softness
in the pine tree. I am surprised
how every tree, same varieties
grow so differently. How can Gods
imagination be so vast to never
make two trees exactly alike. Makes me
wonder about humans. Identical twins,
once you get to know them you can tell
the different expressions of their faces
minuscule, is enough to separate them.
How is it that we are the same,
two eyes, two ears, one nose, one mouth,
and we look different. I cannot
comprehend it, I cannot imagine
so many characters, there must
be a God, someone infinite
who can create so much variety
from the same mold.

Terry Tempest Williams and me

I received an email that Terry Tempest Williams would be giving a reading in Orem. I read her book Refuge 10 years ago, as a freshman at the University of Utah. I enjoyed her writing and her descriptions of the wildlife on The Great Salt Lake. I quickly placed holds on her other books at the library so I could become more familiar with her works before going to the reading. I stumbled across a line that mentioned

Naked

I started reading my 8th grade French teacher's blog ShelahBooksIt. I heard about it because over a year ago she moved into my neighborhood. I still can't get over the weirdness of it, and I feel so awkward every time I see her like at the grocery store etc. . . .maybe because when I was in 8th grade I thought