Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
I'm a mean Mom...yeah, one of those. I have made my sons wear collared shirts to school for years. Even when they didn't want to--because, as I always told them, they're "Nice boys" and "nice boys wear collared shirts to school."
But the youngest, Master Boofus, has protested collared shirts for the past several months--actually ever since he got this way "cool" male teacher this year who wears a puka-shell- necklace, has a tattoo on his ring finger and wears ultra-GQ styles that do not include collared shirts.
I know. I know.
This morning a battle erupted. There were only collared shirts hanging in Boofus' closet. He had been sneakily wearing t-shirts lately to school that he knew he could get away with wearing because they're nice shirts..but none of those were left. There was weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth at the now-named "Dork" shirts hanging up. The battle got ugly, hit a climax and then as the dust settled, apologies were offered and a compromise was met.
Boofus said, "I'll wear my nice boy shirts on the first day of school, so the teacher knows I'm a nice boy. And on the last day of school (this year) so my teacher NOW knows I'm still nice."
"You are a nice boy. I'm sure your teacher knows that already." I say. It's true.
So I surrender the battle for collared shirts in order to preserve a boys' confidence.
Anybody know how to re-use a dozen collared shirts? A handbag? Apron? tote? Oh wait, I can tie them onto a stick and wave it in the air like a true surrender flag. So appropriate. Haven't seen anything like that on Etsy. Because in the end what matters isn't the shirt. It's the Boy.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
When she isn't eating, this is what she does.
She has no idea that we're going to make her a hunting dog and a hiking dog...it's just as well for now...we'll let her sleep when she's tired and fatten her up so she'll grow strong.
When God had made the Earth and sky, The flowers and the trees,
He then made all the animals And all the birds and bees.
And when his work was finished, Not one was quite the same.
He said, 'I'll walk this earth of mine, And give each one a name,'
And so he travelled land and sea, And everywhere he went,
A little creature followed Him Until his strength was spent.
And when all were named upon the Earth, And in the sky and sea,
The little creature said,'Dear Lord, There's not one left for me!'
The Father smiled and softly said: 'I've left you till the end.
I've turned my own name back to front, And called you DOG, my friend.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Should be pronounced: Qweh- ZEE-NOZ.
I think that was the Original Pronunciation but some PR Marketing Group messed up and the fledgling company couldn't afford to pay them for the correction so it stuck with Qwez-Noz.
Makes so much more sense the other way...as in Cuisine-O's...right??!
Before I lived there, I pronounced it Boy-Zee. BAHHHHHMP. The correct way to say it, according to natives is: Boy-See. Actually, it's a french-derived word meaning, "woods"...les bois.
Okay, what do you call this? Sal-Sah or Sal-Zah? I'm just asking because I really don't know. I call it salsa just like it's spelled on the jar. How about you?
From what I can tell, the winner's blogs are first-rate and have alot going on!
This month the MMB ladies are encouraging their readers to Nominate Themselves--and I peeked over and sure enough, there are loads of brave women doing just that--nominating themselves!
I couldn't. Ever. Do. That.
When I was in 8th grade at South Sumter Middle School in Florida, I ran for class President.
Having just moved there the previous spring, I was anxious to get involved with the school and I really really wanted to be Class President. SO I tossed my hat in the ring with as much gusto as I possessed. I got a campaign manager and together we made posters, and buttons and badges...I smiled my best smile at potential voters in the halls...which for me, a very shy girl, was a big step! For 2 weeks, I campaigned and thought carefully about the Student Body's needs and the big SPEECH that each candidate would get to make at the end of the week's Voting Rally.
This was just after the Nixon era...the words "And I am not a Crook" were well-known thru the media...it was everywhere. (For those born 20-30 years ago--President Richard M. Nixon was impeached from office for a huge scandal called "Watergate"--check out wikipedia for more info).
ANYWHO...I wanted to emphasize my personal honesty as I had seen other politicians do on TV and such. Remember, there was no such thing as the Worldwide Web. So I got down to business and wrote my speech with purpose, clarity and passion. I worked on it for at least an hour...which you know for a teenager is like 6 adult hours! "I will work hard on my duties as class president; I will listen to my fellow students and they could count on me! "
So Friday came--the big Voting Rally was held in the Cafeteria. I'd been told that candidates could not READ their speeches--so I worked hard to memorize mine.
We all sat on stage at a long table. I looked over my competition...most were strangers to me since I was a new kid.
I was unaffected...I just KNEW I would win!
I was the second to go. As the first candidate spoke, I noticed he was reading his speech! Ah HA!-- I thought, no way he's going to win! He broke rule number one! Then, I stood up at the mike and looked out into the huge cafeteria. My confident voice got stuck in neutral somewhere in my throat. My hands trembled. My knees knocked. I would've cried, but I ain't no sissy. I'd rather die than cry in school! So in my not-so-strong-voice, I recited my speech by memory. I don't recall if anyone clapped...I was numb looking out at so many strangers.
What I do remember is the next candidate...a popular girl. A Cheerleader on our team--yes, I was a cheerleader too(mainly cuz I could do a straddle split!--oh long-gone are those days!)...but she was our Captain and she was bubbly and cute and laughed at her mistakes and promised a Pop Machine in the Cafeteria if she was elected.
The rest of the day was painfully long as we awaited the results to be given over the PA system.
Finally, it was announced that Cheerleader Captain won. I was crushed. I later found out that even my campaign manager voted for her because of the Pop Machine. I couldn't blame her. I wanted a pop machine too.
So that is my one attempt to nominate myself for anything.
But, hey! If you're feeling confident and bubbly and can laugh at your own guffaws and feel YOUR blog appeals to the masses...go ahead! Nominate Your Self!
Friday, April 24, 2009
But I went. And she never showed up. And I walked my bahooey off again…I can feel my leg muscles again. And my bum muscles are starting to burn after being flattened for the winter months as I sat here at the pc trying to be clever and relevant in blogland.
Once I got my bahooey moving, it was so worth it. As I was coming off the trail I thought, “I am my habits. Good or bad, it’s who I am.” It was so good to get to the car and know I am changing my habits for the better. What a sense of accomplishment!
SO I got home and googled “How to Change Habits”…I came across some info that further cements my desire for change. But before I get to that, let me tell you there were several dogs on the trail this morning…a black lab, 4 goldens, several little yippy dogs ( I don’t know what breed), and a bichon frise. (did I spell that one right?) It’s no secret I am seriously a dog stalker. So, here’s a little insight into what my Saturday will involve…shhhh don't tell the kids.
Ok and back to the articles.. the 1st is from a talk by Marvin K. Ashton, citing an experience he had with habits:
“I am acquainted with a wife and mother who is chained securely at the present time to a life-style of murmuring and criticism. She is the first to point out faults in her husband or to repeat neighborhood gossip. How damaging is a habit that permits fault-finding, character assassination, and the sharing of malicious rumors! Gossip and caustic comments often create chains of contention. These chains may appear to be very small, but what misery and woe they can cause!”
That example hit a nerve on me…reminding me how powerful my sphere of influence and words can be.
More of his counsel:
To change or break some of our chains even in a small way means to give up some behavior or habits that have been very important to us in the past. Generally this is frightening. Change involves risks. “How will people react and respond to me if I change and am different?” Even if our present way of life is painful and self-destructive, some of us think it serves a purpose, and so we become comfortable with it.
Every worthy change means risk—the risk of losing an old and damaging habit for a new and improved way of life.
If fear and an unwillingness to take the risk and challenge of the better way of life gain the upper hand, we will not be able to change. Shakespeare in Measure for Measure says it this way: “Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt” (act 1, scene 4).
This catchy couplet fits so many of us. “Procrastination is a silly thing, it only brings me sorrow, but I can change at any time! I think I will—tomorrow!”
Shaking off restrictive chains requires action. They cannot be wished away. A declaration will never break chains. It requires commitment, self-discipline, and work.
Chains weigh heavily on troubled hearts and souls. They relegate us to lives of no purpose or light. They cause us to become confused and lose the spirit. We need to arise from the dust and enjoy the fresh air of righteousness. We need to move forward in patience, understanding, love, and never-ending commitment.
I also came across this article that I think is practical…you can hit the link and go check it out!
And finally, here’s a bit from another article that was helpful as I seek to change habits for the better and become the Master of my Self:
It Takes 21 Days To Break A Bad Habit--To begin with, choose one unhealthy habit you wish to eliminate or change. Or, choose a healthy habit you want to adopt as part of your behavior. If it is a habit to eliminate, you may wish to go "cold turkey" or have a gradual tapering off. Caution: If it is a drug or chemical habit you are planning on eliminating, be sure to obtain an expert's opinion as to whether you need to taper off usage as opposed to quitting cold turkey.
Now that you have decided which unhealthy habit to eliminate, or new habit to adopt, decide on the date you will begin your behavior change. Give this date a good deal of thought and then write it down. For example, "On February 15, 2001, I will become a non-smoker."
In order to ensure behavior change, experts agree that it takes a minimum of 21 days to change a behavior. Again, look at the date you are planning on changing your habit. Count ahead 21 days and mark that date down. Now, make a commitment that you will follow your plan for 21 days.
So that’s my little discovery on the Santa Fe trail today….happy trails everyone!
Thursday, April 23, 2009
This is it. It accomodates hikers, bikers, horseback riders, dogs...and whatever else feels the need for some sunshine and miles.
P.S. There were 2 dogs on the trail today...a Burmese Mountain dog...gorgeous! And a light honey-colored Golden Retriever! Be still my heart!!!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Growing up in the South, I am well-acquainted with one of mankind's greatest gourmet treasures...
Moon Pies. Delicious graham-cracker cookies with marshmallow center, covered in your choice of chocolate or banana coating. My mouth is watering just thinking about them. When we lived in Spartanburg, SC, there was a Moon-Pie bakery in town...so that occassionally, you could go buy a moon-pie that was still warm...oh. my.goodness. Melt-in-your-mouth-heaven.
We get them out here in Colorado--but [shaking head] they are not even close to being as perfectly delicious, so I can't bring myself to buy them. When I see them sitting on a treat shelf, it feels like they're taunting me, teasing me with their fakey goodness. When I forget how dissappointed I've been in the past, I buy another one and THEN! I remember why I don't buy them.
Also in the South...Nehi drinks. Anyone know those? Grape was my favorite. And White Castle little burgers. I had some tiny burgers at Ruby Tuesday recently, and they reminded me of WC burgers. How about hush-puppies? Not the shoes, the little cornmeal biscuit things? Anyone?
I tasted my first Krispy Kreme doughnut in Spartanburg in 1989. Thought I'd died and gone to sugar heaven. And just one was enough to fill you up. I heard Krispy Kreme had to close a lot of their franchises because of different diets and then the economy. When we left Colorado Springs 3 years ago, there was one KK here in town...when it opened there were lines around the block --I AM NOT KIDDING!-- just to get in...and when we came back last year it was closed. My fellow citizens of Colorado Springs let me down. How could they let KK go into extinction?
Can you tell dinner was several hours ago and I'm feeling peckish?
So, what are some foods that you crave regionally either now or from the past?
Friday, April 17, 2009
The Caboose is showing Flat Abi what a Colorado Spring snowstorm is all about--building a snowman!
if she could talk, she would say, "Hey, Ya'll!"--cuz that's what a georgia-peach says...and things like, "Ain't that precious?" and "Ya'll want a moon-pie?"
We just love southern belles around here. And moon-pies. If you've never had a freshly made moon-pie--they arrive in the stores STILL WARM...well, you haven't lived, and that's a fact.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
41And he was withdrawn from them about a stone's cast, and kneeled down, and prayed,
42Saying, Father, if thou be willing, remove this cup from me: nevertheless not my will, but thine, be done.
43And there appeared an angel unto him from heaven, strengthening him.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
I wanted to go over to her and say, "I see your frustration, but this is not how you teach a child to be honest. He knows what he did was wrong--now he's asking for your forgiveness. Be his Mother. Be compassionate. Slow down and see what your words are doing to his little self. This is not going to end well long term. Reassure him that he can be better and that you still love him--while he still cares what you think. If this is how you react to his mistakes, he will stop seeking your approval. Oh be wise."
Monday, April 6, 2009
this Thanksgiving we'll be adding another blessing to our family. That's right, I'm gonna be a Granma/Abuelita/Babushka!!!
Dani & Mr. Idaho told us weekend before last. And it has been a nightmare trying to keep it on the d/l until they wanted to share it with their friends and family members! I avoided my friends for days so I wouldn't crack under pressure. Poor Nan thought I was mad at her! Sorry Nan! I knew if I even heard your voice, I'd have to tell you I was in Your Club now!!
Saturday, April 4, 2009
He is able to defer to circumstances, to other people -- and to time. He knows when to compromise and is not too proud to do it.
Maturity is humility. It is being big enough to say, "I was wrong." And when he is right, the mature person need not experience the satisfaction of saying, "I told you so."
Maturity is the ability to live up to your responsibilities, and this means being dependable. It means keeping your word. Dependability is the hallmark of integrity. Do you mean what you say -- and do you say what you mean?
Unfortunately, the world is filled with people who can't be counted on. When you need them most, they are among the missing. They never seem to come through in the clutches. They break promises and substitute alibis for performance.
They show up late or not at all. They are confused and disorganized. Their lives are a chaotic maze of broken promises, former friends, unfinished business and good intentions that somehow never materialize. They are always a day late and a dollar short.
Maturity is the ability to make a decision and stand by it. Immature people spend their lives exploring endless possibilities and then do nothing. Action requires courage. Without courage, little is accomplished.
Maturity is the ability to harness your abilities and your energies and do more than is expected. The mature person refuses to settle for mediocrity. He would rather aim high and miss the mark than aim low -- and make it.
Maturity is the art of living in peace with that which we cannot change, the courage to change that which should be changed, no matter what it takes, and the wisdom to know the difference.
And from Boyd K. Packer for teens--which I've had mounted on my fridge door for years now:
"Dating leads to marriage. Marriage is a sacred religious covenant and in its most exalted expression may be an eternal covenant. Whatever preparation relates to marriage, whether it be personal or social, concerns us as members of the Church.
If you are old enough to date, you are old enough to know that your parents have not only the right but the sacred obligation, and they are under counsel from the leaders of the Church, to concern themselves with your dating habits.
If you are mature enough to date, you are mature enough to accept without childish, juvenile argument their authority as parents to set rules of conduct for you."
Thursday, April 2, 2009
See a trend? You loved this "flapper dress"!
We were expecting a Boy. April Fools!!
DARA (hebrew) compassion.
CRISTINE (hebrew) anointed one.