Monday, February 28, 2011

Disneyland: Getting There?


I've been to Mickey's World alot
when my oldest kids were young.
But the youngest two yahoos
haven't ever been,
and I'm trying to put together
a great vacation for this summer.

So I'm asking the question:
What's the best way to plan a trip to Disneyland
this summer?

Do I buy a "Package Deal" online,
or piece it together myself?

We're thinking two days is good enough for D-land,
then a day at California Adventureland,
two days in Santa Barbara (Mr W's sis lives there),
and a couple of days in San Fran (Mr W's bro lives there)
with a trip to San Diego's Sea World in there too.

Suggestions?
Ideas?
Thanks so much!

Sunday, February 27, 2011

A Craigslist kinda Day

IN the true spirit of Spring Cleaning,
I gathered the "MUST GO'S" together,
and went to Craiglist to get a jump start on
my goal of having a clean garage.

First up:
the old navy blue leather sofa and loveseat
the solid oak entertainment center with ball/claw feet
the red plaid sofa from the basement

I got 6 hits within 10 minutes
and the leather stuff was OUTTAHERE!
The oak center has a "pending pickup" for this week.

Next:
The Trampoline Parts leftover after a windstorm
picked it up and carried it over the neighbor's fence.
The mat was still perfect, as were all of the posts but one.

I got more than 6 hits in 10 minutes on that
and it was gone in 30 minutes.
YES!!!

Next:
a Graco baby carseat/carrier with two bases.
I lost track of how many hits we got on that,
but it too was gone in an hour!

Still on:
Two kids' bicycles, 8 car tires (4 snow),
and the red plaid sofa.

At this rate,
I'll reach my goal next weekend
of a clean garage...
thank you Craigslist!!!

I love the ease of letting things go
to SIMPLIFY my life!!

What about your Spring Cleaning efforts?
Just getting revved up
petered out
or all finished?

Saturday, February 26, 2011

"Hey, Mom"--the best phone calls begin the same

You know what's one of the best rewards of Motherhood for me?

Phone calls.

"Hey Momza."
 It's my son, David Scott's voice on the other end.
He calls me on his way to work nearly once a week.
Hearing his voice gives me joy.
I enjoy hearing about his comings and goings,
what he and his sweetheart bride are up to these days.
We talk about the coming summer and make plans
to go camping and hiking.
The conversation winds down just as he is pulling into
his work parking lot,
we say our "love yous" and "good-byes"
then hang up with a smile.
****

"Good Morning, Mom."--that sweet voice on the other end,
is my daughter-Mommy, Dani.
"How's the Ninja Baby?" I ask.
"He's {fill in the blank--sleeping, poopy, playing}.
We go from there,
talking about the coming days' events,
how school is for Mr. Idaho,
and eventually get around to talking about
the coming baby and names they like for a girl.
They'll be in Houston this summer for another internship,
which is a challenge as we figure out when I'll leave to go there
to help out with the new baby that will be born
while they're in Texas.
We talk about the other kids,
recipes,
callings,
and the weather--
which is always a topic in the Rocky Mountains.
I listen to the Ninja baby yell and squeal in the background,
giggling at his cuteness and tell Dani ten thousand times
how much we love that baby and we plan our next visit.
Then, as his voice rises in decibels,
we say our goodbyes and talk-to-you-laters
and I hang up with a smile on my lips.
************

"Hullo, Mom. This is Dean Johnson."
"Hey, Buddy! How are you?"
"Good. How ah you?"
When Dean calls,
it's as though there's a special button that goes off in my noggin,
as I know I must listen with different ears,
and try to read between the lines of what he's saying
and not saying.
Within the first two minutes,
he will ask me when we're going to see him again.
We talk about it in generalities,
because if I said we're going to see him next Saturday,
and it's just now Monday,
well he'll just stress himself out every day in between.
So I say, "Soon. We'll see you soon.  What do you wanna do while you're here?"
If I were a gambler,
I'd be rich by now, as I know his answers will be one of these, verbatim:
"Let's go out for dinner."
"How 'bout we go to da mall?"
"Can we go to da Park?"
Then, I'll ask if he needs anything,
to which he'll answer, "Yes, I need some more footwear."
Dean loves new shoes.
Before he hangs up,
he'll ask to speak to any- and every-one
in the house.
The phone is passed around until he's had enough
and hangs up,
sometimes with a "good-bye" sometimes without.
**********

"Hey, Mom." --a tired wispy voice on the other end
 greets me early this morning.
It's Nana, whose in Provo,Utah this week,
hanging out with friends.
"I had the BEST time last night...we went blues dancing,
 it was so much fun,
everyone was so nice, and we laughed all night long.
 Didn't go to bed until four thirty this morning,
but I'm already awake and Mom, it was so much fun."
She used the word "fun" a hundred times more,
describing her night,
hour by hour,
all the personalities,
the silly and the thoughtful,
until she is out of things to say.
And all I can think of is how grateful I am
that she wanted to share it with me,
on this side of the Rockies,
and how much I'm going to miss her
when she leaves for a mission this Fall.
**********

"Oh, hey, Mom. I have a question."--most of the conversations
I have with Miss Daisy begin with that opener.
Not always, but most.
We're still working on having good communication at her ripe old age of
almost 16.
Phone calls are not for catching up as much as they staying connected,
ya know?
"Can I go{ fill in  the blank}?"--seems to be on the other end at this age.
Our best conversations aren't on the phone,
but in person,
usually in the car,
or in a bedroom,
at the dinner table after everyone else has gotten up and left--
but those conversations in person are laying,
I hope,
the foundation for the phone conversations to come.
*******

"Hey, Mom. I did my homework. Can I play now?"--
the Boofus' voice is on the end.
I'm at work when he gets home from school.
I go over the list of chores and things he's supposed to do daily,
and once he's done, he's clear to go.
"Be home by five. I love you."
"Love you too. K."
click.
*****

"Hello, Mommy? This is Ari."
Her sweet 9 year old voice is like honey to my ears.
She doesn't know this, but there's rarely anything she could ask of me,
that I wouldn't give to her.
When she is cuddled on the sofa with me,
or I'm laying in her bed next to her at bedtime,
she asks me who my "favorite" child is--
I tell her that she is,
"but don't tell the other kids."
She giggles and says it's our secret,
then snuggles in closer.
Phone calls, at this age,
are pretty much the same as the Boofus'--
information seeking, permission seeking--
"When you get home, can we go to the store?"
"When I'm finished practicing piano and violin,
can I go play too?"
I try to say "yes" when there's no reason to say "no."
And we end with a "I'll be home soon, Love."
********

I don't know what my kids will tell their kids
about me being their Momza--
I could list the things I've done wrong in parenting--
and it'd be a long list alright.
Yet,
I hope I've done enough good to make up for the flubs and floundering.

A long time ago,
someone said to me,

"You're such a good mother."

To which, I replied, "Thank you. My hope is that my kids will want to come home and visit me,
when they don't have to."

To my yahoos,
I love hearing your voices on the other end of the phone,
                                                              "Hey, Mom."

Friday, February 25, 2011

My Nest is a Mess, Back up the Truck

I lost a clean nest.
My nest is a mess,
mainly because I haven't been cleaning it
this week.
Sickness,
Work,
Church stuff,
Yahoo stuff,
=
non-made beds and clutter.

Ever feel like backing up a big truck,
and dumping the contents of every junk drawer,
and over-filled closet with games that are missing pieces,
and shoes that are missing mates,
and random socks and cd covers
into the truck bed,
and just waving the truck driver goodbye
as you watch all that crap go down the road?

Yeah.
I can dream, can't I?

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

He that Hath Ears to Hear...

I work down the street from our house.
The Seminary building is next-door to my work.

So yesterday when I had a moment,
I noticed the Seminary teacher's bright yellow truck
still parked there after the class was long gone.
I went over and wanted to have a little chat with him.
You see, I suspected
my Super Sweet (almost) Sixteen year old,
is missing her early morning seminary class
more often than she is fessin' up to,
so I did what every Mormon Momza does--
she goes out and gathers the evidence 
so that when she confronts her rotten  inexperienced teenager,
she knoweth whatof she speaketh.
(I dunno why, but thinking about Seminary maketh me think about 
the scriptures, 
and thinking about the holy scriptures, 
doth make me speaketh like thith.)

Unfortunately-eth,
the teacher that satteth there, 
wath not Daisie's,
but he did gathereth up the attendance book
that belongeth to the other teacher
and I checked-eth it out.

The good news is,
she's going more than I thought.
So there will be no smiting or lashings.
The bad news is, well, it's not really bad, 
as more than "hunh?" kinda--
the different teachers call her by two different names--
her given name and her nickname.
Which inspired the teacher that was standing there(Bro. P) to call her 
"D-Squared". lol
I love Seminary teachers.

Since he and I had never met before,
and I have been blessed with the gift of gab,
I told him my whole life story--
well the part where I joined the LDS church at 16,
and was booted out of the house by my folks,
whereupon the members of the Church took me in 
as one of their own,
and one of those members was a Seminary teacher.
Thus, my soft-spot for Seminary teachers.

Eventually the conversation got back around to 
my Super Sweet (almost) Sixteen year old--
she's numero Cinco child,
and as has been noted before,
giving me a run for my money.

Brother P and I got to sharing our insights about 
rotten , er, inexperienced teenagers.
He noted that one of the challenges of any teacher
is to hold the attention 
of ALL of his students.
Some kids come prepared to learn
and some come prepared to yammer
while others come prepared to nap.

I shared that while my oldest son left the house
each morning with his sister and walked to the Church building
for seminary,
she went inside to class,
and he hung out in the parking lot, 
more than he'll admit.
Which causeth angst within mine heart.
(we're talking about Seminary again...thus the language of my fathers.)

Nevertheless,
mine son did go forth to serve a mission with honor and boldness
and did teach and baptize with the Spirit
causing many souls to follow the yearnings of their hearts
and come unto Christ.
And he did taketh up his bride to the Holy Temple
and there
sealed his love for Time and All Eternity.
Until at this time,
we see that he is the Gospel Doctrine Teacher 
in his ward.

And his sister doeth the same,
although her call is not as a teacher in her ward,
but she doth serve as a Secretary in her Stake Relief Society.

I also know of youth who went to Seminary faithfully,
and their light did so shine, yadda yadda--
but at this writing,
they are not active in the faith of their fathers.

So ya just never know what's going on between their ears.
And hearts.
But you can still show them love--
that's free
and always easy to understand 
in the language of their fathers.

**P.S.** I'm over at the Mormon Mommy Blogs Today!

Monday, February 21, 2011

Acts of Service

Yesterday in Church,
the topic of "Service" was discussed.
Service as in,
"as I have loved you, 
love one another"
kinda service.

The class was typically quiet,
with few sisters chiming in with their thoughts.
But my mind was whizzing, whirling and clamoring about
with all kinds of thoughts and feelings on the topic of
Service.

I coulda yammered for the entire hour
reflecting about the wonderful examples of
charity
I have seen in my life.
Seriously.

I wondered to myself,
if the hour had been handed over to the class
to share what kinds of examples they've experienced
within the realm of
Service,
what kind of stories would have filled the room?

But since I wasn't leading the discussion,
I thought perhaps,
I could get my fill here,
if I asked my fellow travelers
to share here an important act of service
from your own life stories.

So I'm asking.
Will you share a story from your own life?

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Dear MTV: My Super Sweet Sixteen : An Open Letter


Dear Rich Parents of the newly-turned-sixteen-year-olds
featured on "MTV's" My Super Sweet Sixteen",

[Ahem]
One, you suck.

I have a soon-to-be-sixteen-year-old daughter
whom we shall call "Daisie".
Daisie loves to watch that show--
you know the one where you bazillionaire parents
fork over obscene amounts of money
to your teenagers
to mark their big "Sweet Sixteen" birthday.

I've even sat in on a couple of episodes
just to see what the deal is,
and frankly,
it was breath-taking.
As in,
I couldn't breathe as the dollar signs
add up on screen
along with the limosines,
sparkly venues,
humoungous Cinderella dresses
blinding blingy tiaras
and throngs of high schoolers
all come together
for one night of celebration
for a young person
who is approaching adulthood.

Daisie is turning sixteen
in April
and this past week,
as I was eating a ham and cheese samich,
she handed me
a 6-page party plan
of her own "Super Sweet Sixteen."
I am not kidding.
Six pages.

The theme: Masquerade Ball.
Dress: Formal.
The venue: TBD, preferably at a smashing local hotel.
With a Live Band or a Professional DJ.
Fifty Guests.
Now, just when I was about to cough up my samich,
I got to the bottom of one sheet
where she wrote out
Food: Pizza and Pop.

At least she was budget-conscious
when it came to the food.

Her older sister, Nana was at the table too,
and said, as only an older sister can say,
without causing permanent damage:
"Are you nuts?! One, we don't have that kind of money!
Did you not get the memo that Dad's car just died?
Do you have any idea how much money a party like that would cost?
For ONE night?!
And, no teenager is going to go all out for a tux or a formal for a birthday party
around here.  Do you even have fifty friends?
Have you ever been to a birthday party where teenagers danced?
Seriously Day."--and other sisterly mutterings.


Trying not to be the Crusher of Dreams,
I hushed Nana off her high horse,
and said,
"Let's compromise, Daisie. Tell me what you really wanna do for your birthday,
that doesn't involve thousands of dollars and we'll see what we can come up with together."

Scowling.
Eyes rolling.
Grimace, Grimace.

Do you see what you've created,
you rich, indulgent parents??

How could my teenager
ever be excited about a homemade cake with sprinkles on it,
and a few of her best buddies to share it with--
after seeing your children paraded around on stages,
carried in on platforms,
dropped out of airplanes,
riding up in carraiges or limos
to crowds of more than 500 of their peers,
some of whom exclaim on screen:
"I don't really know her (the birthday girl), but this is the party of the century!"

The truth is, rich parents,
I wonder what kind of people you are,
that you feel all that indulgence is healthy for a child
in the first place?
I get that 16's a big milestone...
that's when the real trouble begins around here--
car keys and dating in one fell swoop is insanity--
and should be celebrated while we can, right?

And one more thing:
how do you top a Super Sweet Sixteen the next year?
Inquiring minds wanna know.
Because once you've been to the top of the mountain,
where's the next thrill to be found?
Isn't it interesting that MTV doesn't have a show called
"My Super Sweet Seventeen"?

What's the goal here for your kids anyway?
What're you teaching them?
Inquiring minds wanna know.
Perhaps MTV could produce a show called
"The Fall-Out of a Super Sweet 16"
and have it focus on what proceeds the days and weeks
following the big bash.
I'd be willing to bet,
it ain't "Super Sweet" at all.

Looking forward to hearing from you.
Sincerely,
Momza

Saturday, February 19, 2011

UpStaged! Tips for Updating Your Home

Spring's a-comin'--
being cooped up
during the winter months,
forces us Mother Hens to look closer
at our little nests--
and our noggins start cookin' up ideas
to change the looks of our nests, right?

Here are some ideas to give you a starting point:

Stand in your Entryway.
Look around at everything you see
from that viewpoint.
Take pictures from right there.
And get out your measuring tape
for wall spaces you want to fill,
window spaces,
walk ways, etc.

Alot can be decided from right there--
start with the paint--
when was the last time the house was painted?
If it was more than 5 years,
chances are the color is dated
or could use a fresh coat.
Note the textiles--
window treatments,
rugs,
carpet...
if you love 'em,
have them cleaned;
if they're faded or dated,
start shopping around to replace them.

The trend in the U.S. right now
is natural fibers:
linen
burlap
jute
raw silk.
The look is called
"Sanctuary"--
which brings words like
relaxed
calm
soothing
to mind.
The heavy Tuscan-inspired-blacks
are on the sidelines these days
as more and more people are creating
their own
"havens" to get away from the world.

Okay, so back to the Entryway--
look at the lighting sources from where you are--
the one in the entry
over the diningroom
table lamps
kitchen lights, etc.
It's amazing how much a difference
an updated light fixture adds to any room.
And replacements are usually very budget friendly.

The entry is a great place to start,
and it's the first glimpse our visitors get into our homes--
just after our Welcome Mat--
which could always be freshened up too!

I'll add some more tips this week
and pics of the home we're working on.
Don't forget to take your own Before and After pics
of your projects!!
It also helps to take the camera with you when you shop,
so you can visualize the space you're buying for with more
accuracy.
ALSO, take a notepad and measuring tape with you shopping,
I can't tell you how many shoppers come into the store daily,
and ask to use one of ours--
which is fine, because we have them readily available,
but it might be harder if you're in a store that would be
difficult to track one down.

Anyway,
if you're working on a project right now,
I'd love to see your post and share it here with everyone else.
So let me know!

Happy Updating!

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Where I've Been and What I've Been Doing

I've been busy this week.
I would've loved to have blogged about it before now
but BLOGGER was messed up and wouldn't let me
create a New Post until now.

So here's the run-down:
Working with Kelly doing a Re-Design
for a friend.
We're loving this project--
mainly because we love this friend.
She's excited to work with us
and update her house.

Took Daisie on a tour of another High School
in the area...
the one Nana graduated from and enjoyed.
Can't say I really like the one Daisie goes to now
and I thought by just taking her to the school
she could see for herself.
So she's making a PROs and CONs list
to decide for herself.
The Choice date closes Feb, 25th.
We'll see.

Kids have been home sick...
coughing, throwing up, but no fever.
School says it's going around.
Ugh.

Found a really fun Decor store called
Real Deals here in the Springs.
Love it.
They're only open Thursday and Saturday.
I almost hyperventilated over the cute things there!

Went to another friend's hospital room to visit
as she is recovering from surgery for ovarian cancer.
That right there,
puts things into perspective real quick.
Things like hyperventilating over cute stuff
seems truly ridiculous.
Just teaches me that you can't wait for Life to give you
what you want,
you gotta reach out and grab it for yourself
and hold on tight to the people you love.
Enjoy every day you have left kinda stuff.
It's cliche, but so so true.

The weekend's nearly here
and I need a nap.

Monday, February 14, 2011

My Valentine

My Valentine I pray thou wilt be
Not for a day
But for Eternity.






I met Mr. Wonderful right before Christmas 1997.
By Valentine's Day,
we knew we wanted to keep the journey going.
He lived in Nottingham, UK
and I wondered what, if anything he would send me
for Valentine's Day.

That morning,
I went to work at Bank One in Peoria, Arizona
happy to have spoken to him that morning.

Just before the doors opened,
a Delivery guy knocked on the bank doors
and all of my co-working girlfriends were as excited as I was--
"It's for you!!"
Inside the box was a beautiful ruby ring and a love note.
And not 5 minutes later,
another delivery guy came
with flowers.
So we weren't together that first year,
but we're on Year 13
the ring is on my finger,
and he is still my
Valentine.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Developing Natural Abilities and Gifts into Talents



Do you have any talents?


When I was younger I wondered if I had any talents.
I wasn’t sure if I did.
My talents weren’t obvious.

As I’ve aged,
I discovered the secret to finding my talents--
that is to cultivate my natural abilities
and nourish them.

One of my natural abilities
is handwriting.
As a young girl,
I used to write my name
over and over and over again,
with different angles, loops, and styles.
Then, years later
my husband was in Chiropractic College,
I had a new baby at home and
didn’t want to work out of the house.
But we needed me to have, at least, a small income.
To say I was not interested in babysitting other people’s kids
is an understatement.
I’d have rather had my eyeballs poked out
one at a time than do that.
The new baby was number four for me,
I just couldn’t take on more kids.
I was already getting through post-partum depression,
and needed a creative outlet too.
I had a friend who began sewing window treatments
To make a little extra,
And another friend who started baking her famous chocolate cakes
For small restaurants in town to bring in some money,
And I thought, I could try something too.

So I went to the local public library
and checked out some books and videos (yes, videos)
on calligraphy and purchased a calligraphy pen and practice paper.
I taught myself how to calligraph each letter,
then words,
and practiced, practiced, practiced!!
A friend of mine had a baby
so as a gift to her,
I offered to do her baby announcements.
From that I got referrals doing wedding announcements,
graduations, work certifications,
you name it.
A business was born that I really enjoyed.
I still have opportunities these 20-some years later
to express that talent and make a little money on the side.

I’m always very interested in listening to others’ stories
about how they developed their natural abilities
into true talents:

Michael McLean, a popular LDS songwriter and musician shared
his experience at a BYU Women’s Conference
that he had submitted his own music to Deseret Book
years before the public heard it.
Many times.
And each time, he was rejected.
And lest you think he took it all in stride,
he generously shared that he’s struggled with depression
most of his life, so it’s not like the rejections were as
water off a duck’s back.
But he continued to develop his talents and passions
and finally someone at Deseret had the good sense to say “Yes”.

Sally DeFord, another renowned composer, songwriter, pianist
shared her beginnings in a Relief Society meeting.
She had grown up in a home where there wasn’t a lot of money.
A neighbor had an old piano they sold to her for twenty-five dollars.
It even had some missing keys.
Still, she loved it and nourished her natural abilities until
she was accepted at BYU’s School of Music.
She shared that once she got there,
she realized that was not where she wanted to be.
She heard music differently than how they taught it
and withdrew.
Still, she continued to develop her talents and as a member of her Stake,
I can tell you, she is THE source for our musical productions,
composing some of the most beautiful hymns I’ve ever heard.
And her website lets you download all of it for Free.
She said the music isn’t hers, she’s just the channel it comes through.

Karen Jones is an Interior Designer.
She just won her 13th Parade of Homes
“Best Designer” and “People’s Choice” awards
last Fall here in Colorado Springs.
She did not go to school for Interior Design.
Karen has taught small classes to homemakers for years
on how to decorate smartly without a lot of money.
She also shared on a Parade of Homes Tour
I attended, that she looks at lots of magazines and books
about design and decorating to get inspiration for her own work.
She has her own Showroom and truly,
has a loyal following here in Colorado,
as well as clients from coast to coast.
I work for her in her All About Home Showroom.

My good friend Dotti Kirkpatrick is a mother to many.
After having a less-than-good birthing experience
With her first child,
She began looking at homebirths and midwives on her own.
Then after having some positive homebirths,
She bided her time until her eighth child was three years old,
And went to school to become a Certified Professional Midwife.
She is now the busiest Midwife in Colorado,
And women of all ages look to her for her wisdom, strength, and care.
She was my midwife and I have worked alongside her as a Midwife Assistant—
something I had always wanted to do since my own homebirth experiences.

I am inspired by others’ talents—
Whether they have the talent for making a delicious meal,
Or sewing their children’s clothing,
Baking bread,
Floral arranging,
Singing,
Writing,
Playing an instrument,
Or other “less noticeable” talents, like
expressing their beautiful talent of compassion,
a listening ear,
a willing shoulder to be leaned upon,
a kind word when none else are to be found.
Those are talents too.
And just like every other attribute, we humans have,
All the good stuff must be developed and cultivated, nourished
and exercised.
I have also met others who were not willing to share their talents—
There was a man in our ward who was an accomplished pianist.
He played with a city orchestra—he was that good.
Yet, he refused to play piano for Church meetings.
I know a sister who is a lovely painter.
specifically at tole painting—
I recall sitting beside her at a craft night and she shrugged off
the request of help to younger sisters just learning to paint,
saying she wasn’t there for them,
but for herself.
Obviously, her response impressed me,
because that was over 10 years ago
and I remember it clearly.

And never think you're too old to learn something new!
My mother-in-law, Doris went back to school at forty-two years old
and got her Masters' Degree in Library Science and Education.
She taught in a California Middle School until her untimely death.
But she was doing something she loved.
What an inspiration.

I find I am happiest when I get to express my natural abilities,
talents or gifts in any setting, for any person or cause.
The joy I feel is immeasurable.

What about you?
What are your talents and how have you developed them?
What inspires you?

Friday, February 11, 2011

Angels Drove the Car

Okay,
dontcha love the title of this blog post?
I do!

Last night, as my Mr. Wonderful drove home from work--
(he works out by the Denver International Airport,
which is a good 75 mile trip from our home),
he was about 25 miles away in Castle Rock,
on I-25
going 70 mph
when he saw his engine light kick on,
and felt the power on his car go out.
He got over in the far right lane,
took the exit he was coming up to,
which was UPHILL,
the traffic was cleared for him
to make another right hand turn
into a gas station parking lot
at least a block and an half from the exit ramp
where he was able to park the car.
No problem.

He was able to drive the car at least a mile
without power. Uphill. To safety.

When I got his call to come and get him,
I had no idea what the logistics were
until I got there:
No power,
No tow truck,
Uphill,
7:00 at night,
15 degrees outside,
and he was safe.


What else could I title this post?


Anything really cool happen in your world this week?

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Your Two Cents is Wanted! Teaching Children the Value of Work

I've been asked to share my thoughts
this coming Sunday at church
regarding
Teaching Children the Value of Work.

Our family motto is
"It Takes a Family to Take Care of a Family".
I've shared before how I implement that philosophy.
But what I wanna know is
How Do/Did You Teach Your Children
the Value of Work to develop their
Work Ethic?

And before you share,
I'll let you know that your thoughts
may be used in conjunction with my thoughts
Sunday at church.

Lay it on me!

Caregiving--What is It?

You know when you read someone else's blog
and you like it so much
that you wish everyone you knew would read it too?

That happened to me this morning--
so I'm directing whomever stops here,
to go to Eternal Lizdom's .
You'll be glad you did.
Promise, Promise.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Snow Day, Kohls Addiction, Dean's Move, And Getting Along

Another Snow Day.
The yahoos' emotions vacillate between
relief and anxiety
because there are two built-in snow days
on the school calendar left,
and once those have been used up,
anymore snow days will have to be made-up
by adding school days to the calendar.


So while they're wrapped like burritos on the sofa,
watching the Disney Channel and Nickelodeon this morning
in their pj's,
all warm and lazy-like--
they don't wanna push their luck
and run outta snow days.


Because by the end of the school year,
it's near torture to have to go to school
when these Rocky Mountains finally thaw out
n' the warm sunshine is wasted by sitting inside.


***


Yesterday, I was off work so I did whatever I wanted...
kinda.
As a Momza, I never really do whatever I want,
being that I am a responsible parent and all that.
But
I did go and do
whatever I wanted within the "Mom Realm".
Went to one of my favorite places, Kohls.
They hold me hostage, it's true--
they're the only store that carries the line of dishes that I love so--
my Woodland Reds with the bears, canoes and pine trees
That's them right there.
Have you seen them at Kohl's?
I started with just the plates back in 2007--
when they were on clearance for .99 cents a piece.
I know, right?
But they're not on Clearance
in Colorado--
because we Coloradoans are all about the outdoors!
So I can only get them when they're On Sale--
which is why,
everytime I go to Kohl's
there is a cosmic force that pulls me to the housewares department,
specifically down the Woodland's row
where I must see for myself if there are new additions
to the collection
and if they're On Sale.
Confession here:
It was all I could do to walk away from the Woodland's Dining Utensils.
Yes, they even make silverware to go with--
but I had just bought some nice stuff last Fall,
and common sense told me not to buy it.
Even at 50% Off.
Common sense can be a thorn in the side sometimes,
yeah?
'Cause I so wish I'd gotten them--
nevermind that there's no common sense involved in that "wish".


So now you know why I am addicted to Kohl's.
At least partially.
Maybe they pump oxygen into the store
like Las Vegas does to their casinos?
I dunno.
****
Last night, at 8:22pm,
the phone rang and it was the best part of my whole day.
Dean's new caregiver, M. called to tell me that the move went very well
and Dean was a happy camper
in his new digs.
Seriously, I love this woman!
No other HHP has EVER called to say how Dean was doing
his first day, or second or any day after that.
It was a total act of compassion for M. to make the effort
for me.
It was a short call,
but oh my, it was a huge gift!
When I hung up,
my heart leaked out my eyeballs
pushed out by relief and gratitude.
No matter what else is going on,
in the back of my mind
is ALWAYS the concern for my special-needs Son.
And especially yesterday,
as I knew it was "Moving Day" for him.
With the weight of that concern removed,
I was able to exhale my worry away into a breath
of gratitude.
***


Yesterday at lunch,
Nana and I were talking about our family
and others that we know.
The topic of "happiness" came up alongside
"trials".
Nana observed,
"I think most people I know are just trying to get by, Mom."
We talked about that for a few minutes
just letting it soak in and appreciate it for what it is, ya know?


One of my most favorite American figures is Will Rogers--
he was just plain good.
One of my favorite quotes of his is:


“I never yet met a man that I dident like. When you meet people, no matter what opinion you might have formed about them beforehand, why, after you meet them and see their angle and their personality, why, you can see a lot of good in all of them."


Olive Garden bread sticks really bring out the philosopher in me.
Must be the seasoning, 
which I am fairly certain is made up of some addictive chemical 
that makes me crave it fortnightly.


Anyway,
I think Nana's right.
Most people I know are just trying to get along.


Last week was a rough one for me--
in particular, there was a day
a day
that I needed to pat myself on the back.
SO 
I took a pencil and paper
and wrote down
all I had accomplished that day,
in 5 minutes.
I had done alot
and I felt better just looking at it all
in black and white.


I don't know what made me think of that,
but it made a difference.
***


Okay, so I'm off to work.
Make it a good day!





Saturday, February 5, 2011

A Child's Funeral


Yesterday,
was busy as usual for our family--
school, work, normal stuff.
But in the evening,
our lives meshed with another family,
whose February 4th, 2011
was not a "usual" day.

Their special-needs daughter passed away
a week ago, Friday
and the funeral services or
"Celebration Services"
were held last night at their church,
New Life Church.

That church may ring a bell,
as it's been in the news before
for alot of unpleasant reasons.
There was a shooting there a few years ago,
and it was the home of T*d Haggard.

But the church last night,
wasn't about a darkened past,
but it was so full of love
it nearly glowed with light.

The sanctuary was pretty full--
teachers, bus drivers, caregivers, doctors, nurses,
and lots of friends and family
of this child
brought us all together
to show our quiet, united support
for her family.

The centerpiece of the sanctuary is a huge stage--
where her family sat on a sofa together,
and
her wheelchair stay still
tied with a couple hundred helium balloons
in all shades and colors--
inspiring the notion that this child
is now free from her
physical infirmities
that held her bound for her entire twelve years
of life in this world.

The family shared a video
they'd made of the last moments of their daughter/sister's life--
they knew she was just on this side of the veil
for a few more moments
and they captured that sacred experience on film.
Each family member was seen loving on their girl--
a young sister braiding her hair--
so she'd look beautiful for her "trip" to Heaven;
the mother and father equally caressing and kissing
their baby,
and finally,
the older brother whispering in her ear,
"I release you. You can go. We love you."
And following her brother's cue,
she left.

It was all very emotional.
All of it.
How could it not be?
I wondered how my youngest, Arianna,
would handle going to the funeral of a child;
her heart was overflowing and tears ran down her cheeks
in sorrow.
But knowing so many classmates of this young girl
would be in attendance,
(over 150 kids)
the organizers took it all into account
and there were light moments too.

At the conclusion of the services,
the congregation was invited to follow the ballloons outside--
they guided the wheelchair outside,
gave nearly every child a balloon,
and then on the count of 5-4-3-2-1--
they released the balloons to the sky.
It was magical.
We all applauded and sighed big emotional sighs.

And then,
to soothe the sorrow,
there were activiities like I've never seen at a funeral--
a huge hall full of bouncy houses
for all of the children to play in!

It was lovely, perfect.

And it turned my usual day
into a Gift...
an unexpected, beautiful gift.
Just like all children are for us...
whether their bodies are perfect and whole
in this life
or the next.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Friday Confessions

* I haven't made a meal menu in weeks.
Because of that,
and the fact that I've been working
and running Dean up and down I-25 to Loveland--
my yahoos were ready to hold a mutiny
and shove me overboard last night
because, as they claim,
"there's no food in the house!"--
(specifically, cereal)
which wasn't true.
There's food...the kind you have to make.
But it was true,
there's no cereal.

Anywho,
the crew demanded it, so
I went to King Soopers with the Boof-dawg
and got some groceries and stuff for dinner.
When it came to dinner--
(and honestly, I've been so tired lately,
cereal sounded good for dinner,
but guilt wouldn't let me do that)
we got the stuff for chili-dogs instead.
And chips.
You know, healthy stuff.
Nothing green in there, I noticed as we checked out.
Well, I did buy a Bag O Salad,
but we didn't even open it.
And I burned the hot dogs.
Not all, but half.
I put them on the stove and walked away,
thinking,
"Hey, the kids are all in the kitchen, they'll watch 'em."
Which was stupid on my part.
Because as soon as they eyeballed what I'd gotten,
they all retreated to the basement to watch the last of the
"Buffy" series.
Man, if David Boreanz were a cologne,
he'd be CHANEL POUR HOMME...
good stuff there. just saying.
He could give Kevin Costner a run for his money.

ANYWAY

So I heard crackling coming from the stove,
yelled out to noone--
"Guys? --those hot dogs finished yet?"
No reply sent me flying downstairs
to find the hot dogs charred on the bottoms.

Hot dogs.
I burned hot dogs.
Are there fewer calories in burnt food?
***
I love being a Home Stager--
I was that kid that was always rearranging her bedroom;
and the kitchen cupboards too.
My mom used to say she couldn't find anything
once I'd been in a cleaning mood...oops!
And my grandma, bless her heart,
allowed me free rein in her tiny
bedrooms,
more often than I can recall.
I'd go to my friends' houses,
and talk them into rearranging and cleaning up
their rooms too.

So home staging was "invented" for Me.
The housing market has tempered the call for home staging,
I know this because of the number of designers/ home stagers
we work with at the Showroom.
But that'll turn around eventually, with the housing market.

Our designer is taking on another Parade of Homes project.
I've heard the process is grueling and soul-sucking
and I don't know if I'll be around for that.
On the one hand,
I'll learn ALOT.
On the other,
I may end up running nekkid down the street
with my hair on fire.

Wanna see where I work?
Here ya go.

*********

I was grumpy the other night
when I came home from work.
And when I'm grumpy
I clean.
So I chose the messiest room in the house--
Boofus' bedroom,
and I cleaned it spotless
despite his protests:
"I.m a kid! I like my room like this!
I want to see all of my stuff on the floor!
I know where everything is!
Why do you hate me?
This is my room!
Mom's aren't supposed to move kids' stuff around!"

I countered with the fact that I've been asking him
since THANKSGIVING
to clean his room.
Not straighten it.
Not shove stuff under the bed
and in the closet.
But clean it.
And if I had to go in there,
it was gonna get done my way.

Seriously,
since Thanksgiving.
What do you do when you're grumpy?
**************

I'm in the mood
to discard 3/4's of what we now own.
What does this mean?

**************

We got more snow last night.
The kids were equally divided
about the prospect of another Snow Day.
The Boofus wanted one,
but the girls didn't.
The girls' hopes won out.
No Snow Day.
For which, I am grateful.
Did you see Lake Shore Drive on the news?
Holy Hannah! --as Kelly says.
What a nightmare.
Was the National Guard called in to help?
I'm grateful we don't get that kinda snow here.
In fact, the weatherdude says it's gonna warm up
before it cools down again
today.
It's 16o right now,
and up to 47o today!
Yesssss!
Are you digging out from snow too?

***********
Okay, that's it for today.
Nothing else is rambling around my brain
so I'm callin' it.

Plans for the weekend?
I'm working again and thinking about which team to cheer for
at the Superbowl--
which, we all know,
is based on my favorite colored-cupcakes,
so I'm leaning towards the Packers
because Green is my most fav color.
What about you?

p.s. I did remember to get the cereal.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

I Love School!

No Snow Day today!
The yahoos are amazingly quiet
compared to the past two Snow Day mornings.

Their Snow Days have died.

I, on the other hand,
am thrilled that they'll be at school
while I'm at work--
that means,
that the house will still be clean
when I get home.
And that's make me happy.

There will not be a dozen cups on the kitchen counter,
every light in the house will not be turned on,
the front door will be closed most of the day,
the bread bag will be in the pantry,
and evidences that my yahoos have more than one pair of shoes
will be hidden away in their closets.
I love it when shoes are put away,
don't you?

I love that they'll go to their classes
and sit respectfully and do class work,
and they'll play their instruments
and do lessons this afternoon;
then we'll have something to talk about at dinner
that has nothing to do with
whining or complaining about one another.
I love it when the kids have had a busy day--
so busy that they're too tired to fuss.


Yes! sending the family out into the world
for a few hours
makes them appreciate how good they have it at home!!
Don't you think?!
I do
I do!!

I love school.

On the flip side,
the weatherdude says we're expecting
up to six inches of snow by Sunday.
If that happens,
then the yahoos will have another Snow Day
come Monday.
Better go get more hot cocoa.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

B-Baby It's C-Cold Outside for President Reagan's 100th Birthday

There's ice on the inside of my windows.
It's -38 degrees with the windchill.
Snow Day from school.

Had work yesterday,
will have it again today.
Shops are closed,
offices too.
But not the showroom.

Hard to believe, but true,
yesterday we had people come to the store
with their children in tow.

Seriously.
This, I do not understand.
And they were just "browsing."

Someone needs to tell young parents
that when the windchill is below zero,
keep your babies warm and at home.
Play legos.
Watch movies.
Pop popcorn.
Build a fort and get out the flashlights.
Anything, but keep their tootsies warm and toasty,
if you have a choice.

Mr. W's car didn't want to start this morning.
I was secretly  openly hoping he'd call in today,
but he works for a   enjoys having a job
and so he kept at it until the car started
then left.
Boo.

Today would've been President Ronald Reagan's 100th Birthday.
I was young when he was elected.
I wrote a letter to the White House shortly after he was in Office--
basically it was a "thank you" type letter.
After President Carter,
we needed some fresh air.
Those were trying years,
and Reagan was great at what he accomplished.
One of my most favorite books,
is this one.
Letters he wrote to Nancy.
Sheesh, have a tissue nearby when you read it.

We could sure use another President Reagan these days.
We need a Leader.
Not a mouthpiece.
In my opinion.
I think he is missed.
Well, I miss him, I know that.
Oh, yeah, and I did get a signed letter back,
from Pres. Reagan responding to mine.
Cool, hunh?

Also, today is Groundhog Day.
Puxatawney Phil did NOT see his shadow,
so according to all the wingnuts that observe that quirk,
we'll have an early Spring.
I say,
Bring it!
Even if we don't have an early Spring,
we're still on the downside of Winter, right?
Which seems a long ways off,
when you're looking at ice inside your windows,
kids laying all over the familyroom
with blankets,
hot cocoa mugs on the counters
with tiny marshmallows
stuck in them,
and the thought of leaving the house
makes you wanna cry like a baby
and quit your job.
lol
Here's to hoping that Groundhog thing is the real deal.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

February Frost

The kids had fingers and toes crossed last night.
Even as surrounding school districts announced
two hour delays
and closings--
ours had yet to do so.
"C'mon!", The kids chanted before bed,
"Snow Day! Snow Day!"

But by 10pm there was no announcement.

At 5:47AM I got a call saying Seminary was cancelled
because School was closed.
Finally.
I didn't even get up and tell Daisie.
She has a cell phone,
I'm sure she got a text.

The other yahoos slept in
and so did I.

Can't see out the windows,
because they're frosted over so thick.
Weather guy says it's -16 degrees right now.
-35 with the windchill!
May get up to -2 in the "heat" of the day.

I'm hoping the store is closed.
Oh, PattyAnn, it's an Interior Design Showroom.
So I can't think that housewives
are gonna be out and about
with their kids in tow today
at our store, anyway.
But I'm betting the Mall is going to be packed
and
Micky D's playland.

Me?
If work is called off,
I'm inside today--
put on one of my favorite movies,
"Pride and Prejudice",
hot cocoa,
and start a sewing project.

Thanks to everyone whose been so kind and encouraging
with my experience of moving Dean.
I appreciate your compassion very much.

Hope you're warm and safe
wherever you are on this February First.