Tuesday, July 31, 2012

School Shopping Vs. Real Life

It's that time again.
The dreaded season of
School Shopping Lists
or as I think of it
"Let's throw money away like it's nuthin'."

I don't know why I must buy 24 wood pencils,
because my kids don't use them.
They prefer, and we buy,
mechanical ones.
Same goes for the 12 pack of eraser tips.
Three yellow highlighters,
One orange highlighter,
One blue highlighter,
3 red pens,
n' two black sharpies.

But ya know what gets me?
I mean,
really annoys me?

The "must-have" protractor and compass.
Sure, they're cheap.
It's not that--
it's that the kids spend about ten minutes
ever using them in 6th grade
and never again.
But we have to buy another one
every. stinkin'. year.
Perhaps other kids hold onto theirs
and pass 'em down to the next of kin,
but my yahoos
lose them
about 20 minutes after they use them.

But every year,
they are on The List.

Other things on The List?
Baggies.
Why?
I want to know why kids need to
bring baggies to school.

I can't recall my yahoos bringing home
50 baggies of something during the year,
can you?

When I was a kid,
The List was short:
Two #2 pencils.
One blue ball-point pen.
1 pack 100-count notebook paper.
1 Blue three-ring binder.
1 pack of index cards.

We didn't have backpacks,
we did have bungee cord things
to bundle our books together
for the walks to and from school.

We used brown paper sacks
or newspaper comics
to make our own book covers.

As for clothing,
well growing up in Miami,
the list was equally short:
sneakers (sandals were the preferred footwear,
but one had to have sneakers for PE),
a pair of white socks for those PE sneakers,
a PE uniform as such:

just like those.
And as far as I can recall,
that was it.

Elementary Girls weren't allowed to wear pants
unless it was 60o outside.
I was thrilled to be able to buy pants (not jeans)
in 7th grade!
Jeans were unacceptable for girls back in the day,
until we moved to South Carolina my sophomore year
and I finally bought my first pair of jeans then!
It was a big deal.

When I think about how little we brought with us to school,
I am amazed at the generation I grew up in
and the wonderful accomplishments that came from that era.
I wonder if Bill Gates still has his compass and protractor?


 



Monday, July 30, 2012

The Makings of a Disciple

See that happy smiling girl?
That's a girl whose life is in motion.
Her cogs are turning and she's showing no sign of
slowing down.

This was her day to go to the Temple
for the first time.
At the end,
I turned to her and asked,
"Was it worth what it cost to be here?"
Smiling ear-to-ear,
she nodded agreeably.
Yes.
It is.
It is always worth what it cost to come to the temple.

We have another 8 days with her,
and she is cramming as much as possible into these days.
I sat in her room Saturday,
and together we packed her suitcases,
with Daisie and Bee yammering away
and dancing around;

alternately laughing our guts out,
and trying to
stay.on.task.
Times to remember, for sure.

Yesterday was her opportunity to speak in Church,
and share her thoughts and feelings about
what it is to be a
"Disciple"...a Servant.
I had one of those moments
where I was astonished that this
refined, passionate, articulate young woman
could possibly be the same
pig-headed, rebellious, hormonally-challenged teenager
that used to roll her eyes and deflect my admonitions
like teflon.

She was eloquent, thoughtful, and powerful
at the same time
funny and still humble.
My favorite part of her testimony was:
"I am a member of this Church,
because I need God. I need Him."
And the next favorite was when she challenged us all
to be better at sharing the Gospel that has blessed our lives
and not to be selfish about it.
"Too many people say it's too hard to share something so close to their hearts. 
I'm here to tell you that's selfish.  I am so grateful for the two 15 year old girls who opened their mouths and shared what they knew with my mom and that she held on. Because of them, we have an eternal family."

She said more than anything,
she prayed for the Spirit to be with her
and the message He wanted her to share
would come through.
It was evident and powerful,
and if if that was any indication,
she is going to make her
Mission President
a grateful man.

I feel impressed to also share something else she said,
when she acknowledged that she "hasn't been a goody-two-shoe girl"
and that she has "needed and felt the power of the Atonement of Christ."
And what I want to say is that perhaps that is the greatest testimony
any of us can ever offer;
that Christ is real and that He loves us,
He is our Redeemer and because of His Atoning sacrifice,
we can overcome our weaknesses & temptations,
be comforted in our sorrows and grief,
and while we are still imperfect,
He is there for us.
That, to me, is the greatest part of the "Good News".

I want to acknowledge my Savior's love for me;
as I have been blessed with the responsibility of being a mother to many,
I have needed His constant guidance
when I wasn't sure what to do with all of these yahoos
at different ages--
from birth to young adulthood,
try as I might,
I did not come to motherhood knowing what I know
by accident or my own efforts alone.
When my teens, especially, have caused my heart to ache,
I knew only to hold on with both hands
and kneel on both knees in prayer
and listen for the Spirit to tell me
"what next".

The answer has always been the same:
Love them. 
Pull them in closer. 
Live the Gospel, happily, 
so they can see the difference it makes in
your life. 

That's it.

Someone texted me recently and said something along the lines of
"You must be doing something right, as this is number 3 kiddo leaving on a mission!"
I replied:
"I think my children have learned that their mother doesn't have all the answers.  They realized they need God."

Indeed.
I have a firm testimony that if
parents provide for all of their children's needs,
there is no room for God. 
Parents have got to get out of the way, so-to-speak,
so that their children can come to know
their Heavenly Father and His ways.

So holding on with both hands,
but not providing everything--
it's a tricky deal to balance
but it can be done.
IN fact,
it has to be done
because we're all mortal beings,
and eventually we're gonna die.
The lessons have to be learned
eventually, right?

So Diana's lessons have been learned.
She has travelled the way thus far,
and come to the realization
that it is because of the love of her family
and friends
and most importantly, the love and grace
of her Savior,
that she has been invited to serve a mission
in His name and for His sake.
The makings of a Disciple.

Oh these next few days are gonna be over before we know it!




 

Friday, July 27, 2012

Let The Games Begin

We're minus two weeks away
from a big deal around here
as Diana becomes
"Sister Johnson"
for the next 18 months.

The lead-up to this has been
crazy busy--
she's cancelled her phone plan,
cancelled her car insurance
because she sold her little beater car,
n' packing up her personal things
and finishing up her last week at work.

We went to the temple,
she and I
the other night.
It was a Do-Over from the night before
because we both forgot our recommends.
Wednesday night
we hurried to beat Denver's rush hour traffic
(so,much,traffic!)
and Diana quickly tried on a new temple dress,
bought it for the mission,
then we finally got into to the temple.
The weight of the cares of the world
were thankfully restrained
at the temple doors
and I was grateful to have left them there.


I have enjoyed being her audience
through her evolution
from being a self-absorbed young adult
to her surrendering bits and pieces of her self
to the Lord.
It has been exhilarating and humbling
for all of us.

It reminds me of the athletes and their families
and coaches
who are preparing for the world's Olympic Games--
they have been preparing for most of their lives
for the days and weeks ahead.
Time and Sacrifice are essential for a few moments
of performance--
with just milliseconds making the difference
between
Gold, Silver and Bronze
and then the legacy is set in stone
as they take their place on the winner's stand,
and their mothers and fathers and coaches
all breathe a collective sigh of relief
feeling their efforts have been rewarded.

I am equal parts
anxious and nauseas
as I contemplate sending my daughter
into the world
with a black name tag.
I pray she will be loved.
She will be cared for.
She will be safe and healthy.
I pray our efforts bless her life
and those that she is going to serve.
That in 18 months' time,
her legacy will be one of
a devoted loving servant
as she directs others hearts and eyes to
Christ.
That's when we'll breathe our collective sigh of relief
and feel our efforts rewarded.

Oh, this is gonna be good!



Thursday, July 26, 2012

My Nod to a New Season

Although we are in the dead of a temperature-record-breaking summer,
there is a new season going on in our house.

As schedules have clashed and meshed
over and over again,
there is no fall-out.
No scrambling around to fill the gaps.

I don't have to worry about
whose at home to watch the "babies"
anymore.
Each of the kids are fine to be alone
for several hours
if need be.

Take yesterday for example:
Diana went with me to the Denver temple
which is an hour away from our house.
The Caboose stayed to help tend the kids that Diana
nannies for at their home,
with a couple of other girls from Church,
and made plans for someone else to bring her home.
She actually had dinner with one of the girls' family.
It was so nice to just drive away knowing she'd be fine
once they dropped her off at home,
until Dad got home from work.

 Joseph, who worked alongside me all day
while I was staging a home,
was fine to be left alone for the rest of the afternoon
until Dad came home and they went out to dinner,
then came home and mowed the yard,
puttered around the garage and in general
took care of things while I was gone.

Dara is still off to Girls' Camp,
and yes, it's fully supervised by adults,
but I haven't had a moment's worth of worry
for her well-being and safety.

And the others are grown-ups and have been for some time now.
David Scott will be 29 next month--
I worry about him in different ways, ya know?
Not whether he has food to eat or clean underwear.

Anyway, this new Season I'm in is awesome.
I read blogs where moms are still scraping cheerios off the floor,
changing messy diapers,
hauling kidling accessories around,
and I feel
relief.
Done.

That is not my life anymore.
I still have 6 more years of schooling left--
1 more year of 6th grade,
2 years of middle school
and 4 years of high school left.
I know that adds up to 7
but it's really just 6 more years of school.

Yesterday morning,
The Caboose came out of her room,
fully dressed for the day,
wearing mascara and lip gloss
proclaiming that middle school was going to be great
now that she can wear a little make-up.
I remember feeling that way
when I was finally allowed to wear make-up.
Honestly, though I was allowed to,
I never really got into it.
Took too much time, ya know?
I still don't wear much.
But she's happy and excited to be growing up.

Remember when Joseph got into wearing "Axe" products
last year?
His daily showers washed away all traces of
stinky boy smell.
Yeah.
It's Thursday today,
n' as far as I know
he hasn't showered since Sunday.
"It's Summer, Mom. Noone showers in the Summer."
Ugh.
Really? Where does he get these ideas?
He is now the tallest kid at home,
passing all of his sisters up,
at 5'7 1/2" tall.
I have half an inch on him today.
Given that he is growing like a kudzu vine,
I won't be surprised if he passes me up by noon time today.
He'll be 13 in November.
He wears Size 12 in mens shoes.
I'm reasonably hopeful that once school starts in
two and half weeks (ACK!)
and there's girls in his daily life whom he isn't related to,
that his hygiene habits will kick in again.
There is good and bad on both sides of that.
Having the reputation of "pig pen" isn't good.
But having the attention of girls isn't much better.
Ahhh the smell of a new hormonal season
is just around the corner.

I loved being a new mommy,
and wax nostalgic when I see new babies,
like at the Chiropractor's office yesterday--
a new mommy with a 10 day old babe in her arms--
totally warmed my heart,
and I laugh when Dani shares the hi-jinx of her boys
in Texas...
Two year old Garrett put a dinosaur costume on 11 month old Isaac
when Dani wasn't looking
and she snapped a smiley-faced Isaac picture n' shared it on Facebook.
I love those fun moments.
Ahh the blessing of being a Gramza, ya know?

Anyway,
the point is
Life takes turns and goes around corners
you don't expect it to.
The seasons change faster than you think they can
and before you know it,
instead of buying diapers and wipes for the one millionth time,
you're buying Bonne Bell lip gloss and mascara,
Axe shampoo and body wash.

So perhaps you think you'll never miss the Baby Aisle,
and you might not,
but just the other day,
when I was shopping alone,
I walked down that aisle of Johnson and Johnson's baby lotion,
Beechnut Bananas,
LUVS newborn diapers,
and Gerbers hard biscuits,
reminiscing about my earlier seasons in life
and smiled at the memories.



Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Ketchup

The Family News:

*Dani is surviving her experiences so far in Texas. They are moved into a new house and a new ward. She is learning that everything is spread out and a trip to town in less than an hour is rare. She has a "bug guy" and finally got her mail key yesterday. The bug guy is a big deal, in case you don't know that about Texas.  Bugs es no bueno.

*Daisie is at Girls Camp. I assume she is having a fantastic time, as I've not heard otherwise.

*Joseph went to Scout Camp last week, where he rec'd 5 merit badges and a sunburn.

*Arianna has been going with Diana nearly everyday for the past few weeks, while she nannies a set a 18 month old twins and a 2 year-old.  It's been really good for her.

*Diana went thru the Temple for the first time last Saturday. We took pics and all, so there will be more to that soon. It was wonderful.

*Found a home for Dean here in Colorado Springs! We're in the paperwork process of moving him down here!  Yea!

*David Scott and Tisha in Meridian, ID will be meeting us in Utah when we take Diana there to the MTC week after next.


What I've been up to:

*Staging Homes: All of the homes Kelly and I have staged this summer, have already sold. We've been working on another one this week--should finish it today.
*The heat this summer has been unreal.  Is it rotten to say I'm ready for Fall already?
*My favorite Primary lesson that I've taught this summer, was last week's lesson on Moroni and the Title of Liberty.  I even made my own title of liberty on muslin and used it in my lesson. More on that later. It was pretty dang cool.
*I've been driving a brand new Dodge Caravan a little over a week now, while my Sub is in the repair shop, and I am totally dreading the day when I haveta give it back.
*Meeting with my awesome attorney regarding the settlement of my November car accident. The fact that the two words "awesome" and "attorney" are in the same sentence, next to each other, is not a typo.
*Still going to my Chiro twice a week.
*Got my eyes checked out by a specialist and I'm getting some new prism lenses because my peripheral vision is "wavy" and a bit off.  That was quite an experience.
* Missing my grandsons in Texas...alot whole lot.
* I met with the college counselor last week to get enrolled for Fall. How stinkin' cool is that?!
*My sweet friend, Nan, showed up at my house on Monday, took two spoons out of my kitchen drawer, bid me to follow her to her car outside, where she had a bag of melted german chocolate marshmallows, and she serenaded me with Reba McIntire's "Is there life out there?" in the car.  I love her!
*Yesterday afternoon, Diana and I decided to go up to Denver to go to the Deseret bookstore, then to the Beehive Distribution Center to get some things she needs, and then do some service in the Temple.  We got her a missionary journal at the store, then headed over to the BDC, to find it was closed. THEN, as we were parking at the temple, she realized she'd forgotten her temple recommend. Oh how she apologized over n over, but it wasn't a big deal. We listened to a new CD she got, called "The Work" by the Nashville Tribute Band, on the way home. (so good!)  When we got home, she picked up some things on the dining table that I had set out for her before we left, and discovered that my temple recommend was under them on the table.  I had no idea! We laughed a good one at that.  We're going to try again this afternoon to go to the Temple.

*I have two doctor appointments this morning, then over to the house we're staging, and then to the Temple and back for Mutual tonight.  Gonna be a busy day!

*Oh! Diana's mission farewell is this Sunday!  She enters the MTC August 8th.

Friday, July 20, 2012

Girls Camp Letter

As is common every summer,
it's time for Girls Camp.
And once again,
I have been invited, as all parents are,
to write a personal letter
to my teenage daughter
which will be hand-delivered to her
during a special part of Camp
called
"The Solo Experience."

I have written to date,
about 15 personal letters
to my daughters
as each of them have gone
in the past 11 years.
I try my best to write uplifting,
honest, inspired letters
to my girls each time.

To my surprise,
I found out this week,
that my girls
have actually saved theirs.

So, Daisie leaves for Camp
next Monday
and I sat down to write again
this lazy July afternoon
some words that might
do some good.

I asked her if I could share some of my words here,
because when I start out to write something,
I usually wing it
and when something comes together
that ends up inspiring me too,
I have to wonder if the inspiration
is, well,
inspired. 

So here goes:
-->
July 2012

Dear Dara,

I imagine you're wondering what on earth I could write to you in this “solo” letter that could be any different from anything else I've said or written before. The truth is, while I've learned a few things since last year, the basics or the foundation of my knowledge is pretty much the same:
The Gospel is true. Joseph Smith was a Prophet. The Book of Mormon is divine, as is the Priesthood and President Monson is a our Prophet today.
How we choose to weave those truths into our daily lives largely depends on where we're at in life.

I have found that the older I get, the more I lean into those truths to guide my choices. And I don't know what that looks like to you. My weaknesses are many, but hopefully my strengths are greater.
That's my goal anyway. Life is quite challenging; the gospel makes it easier. If there's an easier way to live life and be happy, I don't know what it is. I've never seen anyone do that—live an easier way and be happier.

And that's what makes the Gospel worth whatever it costs to live it. The boundaries we adhere to, set by our Standards, guard and keeps us safe from sin. Not always safe from the tragedies of mortality—sickness, death still afflict Latter-Day Saints..because we're mortals living in a temporal, fallible world.
But what the Gospel Standards protect us from is Spiritual Death, Spiritual corruption, Sins that separate or distract us from our Heavenly Father and His Son. Which is worse than physical death.

So I cling to the Savior for safety. One of my favorite hymns is “Come Thou Font”--especially the line that says, “bind my wandering heart to thee”. Because I am safer, happier, more peace-filled when I am doing what Christ would have me do. I want to be His. Belong to Him. It is as simple as that. Anything that forces me to look another way, is usually not good or worth it.

In Alma, when Captain Moroni saw his people, the Nephites threatened with war, led by Amalickiah, he tore his coat and wrote on it “In memory of our God, our religion, and freedom, and our peace, our wives and our children” and fastened it upon a pole and waved it high so everyone could see it. And “crying with a loud voice, saying: Behold, whosoever will maintain this title upon the land, let them come forth in the strength of the Lord, and enter into a covenant that they will maintain their rights, and their religion, that the Lord God may bless them. And it came to pass that when Moroni had proclaimed these words, behold, the people came running...”

I LOVE those last four words...”the people came running”. Can you guess why? Can you put yourself in their place—their liberty was being threatened again,and instead of hanging their heads and saying to themselves, “What? Again? Why do we have to do this over and over? Why doesn't God fight our battles for us?” Instead of being discouraged and giving up and quitting, walking away from their land or giving up their faith, the Nephites looked to their inspired Leader for guidance and came running to make covenants. I would like to think that you would have been one of those faithful Nephites—that you would've stopped whatever you were doing, thrown down whatever was in your hands, and ran to Moroni's beckoned call to say, “Count Me In. I'm here. I'll never leave. I 'll never walk away or deny my faith.”

This life is not balanced. There is no such thing as “fair” in this life. Sometimes it just doesn't make a lick of sense. The Savior came into the world to bring Justice and Mercy—it is HE who makes things “fair” in the end. His love is profound and eternal. He knows the beginning to the end. We can trust in His Love, His Way to guide us. There isn't another way to be happy in this life. There just isn't.
Moroni knew that. Alma knew that. Joseph Smith came to know that and the world has never been the same since April 1830.
From the moment I learned these things myself, my life changed the course it was on and has never been the same. As we're preparing to take Diana to the temple tomorrow, I know my prayers have been heard and answered. I know that Father in Heaven loves me and my family. That's You, too.

As you approach your senior year in high school, determine to make this your best year yet. Work hard to get the results you want and are capable of getting. You will never regret working hard at learning. It just isn't possible. Lean into your faith for sustenance and courage to keep going. There isn't another way. And when you truly learn this and apply it in your daily life, you will see the rewards come to fruition. Just as I will see tomorrow, in Diana's countenance, when she presents her self at the Temple doors to make her own sacred covenants, as she reaches one step closer to binding her heart to His, and moves forward to begin the consecration of her own life on her mission. That will be a blessing for her as well as mine.

If you want happiness in this life, Keep your eyes on the Savior. Follow His footsteps. Keep your ears tuned into the Prophets and listen to the Spirit. Use your hands to serve others. Open your heart to the scriptures—read them over and over and over again. The Book of Mormon is amazing—it has never been the same book twice to read. Everytime I open its pages, I find a different message that lifts and inspires me...to keep running to the Lord.

I love you, Daisie. I do. We'll get through these rough waters and come out on the other side just fine.
I want only happiness for you. Show us what you can do. We are your greatest cheerleaders.
Have a great day at Camp Joseph. See you when you get home.
Love, Momza

****

I want to say that each time I take the time
to write a letter to my children,
it benefits both of us.
I am reminded of the unique-ness of each child--
their strengths and their challenges.
It is good to focus just on them and put into words
my love for them.
I highly recommend this practice
and encourage you to take a moment 
and write down your feelings for your children.
In asking Dara why she keeps my letters,
she replied simply,
"So I can remember your words, Mom."

So there ya go...





Monday, July 16, 2012

Name Them One By One

I've had an about-face with regard to Fridays' car troubles.
It's true.
I've decided that instead of feeling
"unlucky",
I feel quite blessed.
Very much so.
The fact that the little car died
after I turned off the ignition
in front of my friends house,
and not in an intersection,
or at the gas station,
or anywhere else,
was in fact,
a blessing.

And that the other car
Mr W was driving
gave him trouble at the end of our street
and then died in our driveway,
was a gift.
It could have been much more troublesome.

To say anything else,
is ingratitude.

Also in the count:
*Joseph came home from Scout Camp
safely, earning 5 merit badges, and a bit wiser
about people.
It wasn't a stress-free week due to some unkind, immature boys
in his troop,
but he is fine and focusing on the good.
He is also taller than all of his sisters!
I still have an inch on him,
at least for the next little while.
No doubt he'll pass me up by the end of summer.
 He's in a growing season!

Diana gave a lovely talk in her YA ward
yesterday, about receiving personal revelation through prayer.
She has two weeks left of working
and then one week to rest up
before leaving for the MTC.

Danielle has been posting pictures of their new adventures
in Houston.
She is being blessed and blessing others.
And today is her Birthday!
Happy Birthday, Dani!
Since the girls are always putting dibbs
on my cookbooks,
I went on Amazon.com and ordered 3 cookbooks
just like mine,
and sent them to her!
One, a Southern Living cookbook,
was for .01 cent.
No kidding!
And two Paula Deen books
were for $1.48 for the set!
So that was a great deal for us!

Today,
I am heading over to the college
to talk to a counselor about getting into school
this fall.
What do I wanna be when I grow up?
That. Is the Question!

My blessings are many
n' luck has nothing to do with it.

Have a great week!

Saturday, July 14, 2012

It's Just A Day of Un-Luck

I need a nap.
A good, long Rip-VanWinkle-kind-of-nap.
Like, 6 months long,
where-did-the-time-go?-nap.

It's a duck and take cover kinda day.
I feel terribly un-lucky.

I looked to the heavens,
over Pikes Peak and wondered if
I have been cursed or something akin
to being cursed
because I am the most un-lucky person
I know.

Mr W took off work Thursday and Friday
and headed east to Cris Dobbins' Boy Scout Camp
in Elbert, Colorado
to help wrangle a load of boy scouts,
Joseph included.

He took my Suburban so he could drive some of them
home this morning
and left his little Hyundai here for me.
I drove it little more than 40 minutes
and the little beast broke down,
right in front of a friend's house.
Is that luck?
I don't know.

SO he came home this morning,
and as he dropped off a scout in our neighborhood,
literally at the end of our street really,
the big honkin' Green Beast dropped dead
in their driveway.
It was kick-started by another neighbor
and faked healing until it was pulled up into
our driveway.
Again, I ask
is that luck?
Pfft.

So two dead cars
in 24 hours.
Nice.

SO, Mr W asks to borrow the 21 yo daughter's car
so he can run and buy (fingers crossed) a new batt'ry
for the Green Beast.
She hands over her keys,
he runs to an auto parts place,
hands the man $107.00
and on the way home
is pulled over by a police-cop, as Bee says,
and given a ticket.
Seems her tags are expired.
That'll be $93.00.
Cha-ching!

The Green Beast just needed some
batt'ry juice
and soon we were on our way
to see a man about a dog,
er, check for signs of life
in the Little Beast aka Hyundai.

Hmmm.
Mr W and my friend's husband
(who used to be Mr W's HT companion and neither could remember the other--
how does that happen?)
anywho,
the two men took a look at the engine,
poked and prodded,
revved and revved
and called the time of death
the tow truck guy.
Now, the neighborhood where the car was parked
has such a bad reputation for towing cars
that don't have community parking stickers on them,
it stinks so bad,
that it's been on the news!
No kidding.
So it was a toss-up,
a real toss of the dice as to the dilemma of whether or not
to leave the car there for the tow truck
or go pick up Joseph from his friend's house
whose parents were ready to go to dinner.
We tossed the die
and decided the day couldn't get worse,
right?

It's just money, I tell myself.
It comes and goes...
why is the going so much more painful
than the getting?
I'll let you know what happens next.

IN the meantime,
my theme song is taken from the
relics of "HEEHAW":
"If it weren't for bad luck,
I'd have no luck at all...
gloom, despair and agony on me."


Thursday, July 12, 2012

Home Staging Befores & Afters

Finally.
Here's a few of the Befores & Afters of a recent Staging:
This was the Great Room BEFORE:
Nice quality stuff but it lacked warmth.

 The same room, different view: Again, notice the mostly empty space under the TV.  No lamps. Kinda bleh.
 AFTERS:
 First, we re-arranged the furniture; pulling it off the walls to warm it up.
Removed the candlescape and added the floral on the coffee table, the throw on the sofa, and a lamp on the end table, plus a living floor plant behind the sofa.


The homeowner went and bought some cool pillows at Pottery Barn and that livened it up too! Oh oh! See back on the wall there?  That's where those 2 pictures went up.



I wish I had a pic of the TV wall--we took off the colorless pictures, re-hung them somewhere else, and added an X-Large metal plate on a stand, and three XL candleholders with great rust-colored candles.  The homeowner loved it.
She said this experience has changed how she will shop for future homes--instead of just buying little things here and there trying to fill up spaces, she'll purchase larger items for specific spaces.  



 Okay Different House:
BEFORE:

Besides the obvious clutter and set-up, note the two types of curtains off to the Left.  One is a tabbed-top striped 84" length and the other was a pocket-rod style, sheer in a blue that matched nothing else, 60-ish" length.
There were 4 chairs in the room & an old navy blue covered hideabed, plus a leather loveseat.  The matching sofa was in a front livingroom.  As you can tell, the TV was the focal point of the room as it was set-up.  This is no bueno. A woman does not live in this house, btw. The homeowner did not want anything hung on the freshly painted walls, though. So we did what we could.

AFTER SHOTS:

Got rid of most of the furniture,
left the leather loveseat and brought in the sofa from the other room.
Removed the blue sheers.
Re-arranged what was left.
Added a few accessories.
Now, I would've loved to have added an
area rug, but the homeowner didn't have it in the budget. 
Most of the accessories are ours,
some were bought from Goodwill (the center candleholder $3.99),
some were from a "divorce sale" we were invited to,
and some was stuff the homeowner already had.



Okay, so my apologies for the poor lighting in the pics. I can d/l onto this hamster-infested pc, but can't get into Picasa no mo'.

But I does what I cans. Another happy homeowner/seller was born.  We wore him out with all of our TO-DOs; he worked hard and the results were worth it.
**Post-script: both of these homes, along with all the others we've staged this season have SOLD, much to the homeowners' delights!

Subscription to the Great & Spacious Building?



1 Nephi 8:26-28
 "And I also cast my eyes round about, and beheld, on the other side of the river of water, a great and spacious building; and it stood as it were in the air, high above the earth. And it was filled with people, both old and young, both male and female; and their manner of dress was exceedingly fine; and they were in the attitude of mocking and pointing their fingers towards those who had come at and were partaking of the fruit. And after they had tasted of the fruit, they were ashamed, because of those that were scoffing at them; and they fell away into forbidden paths and were lost."


Lately, I have noticed things I have never noticed before
with clarity in such a way that the noticing of them
has given me much thought about Lehi's dream,
which his son, Nephi shared above.

The Great and Spacious Building
has been described as many things--
the pride of the world,
the carnality of the world,
the ungodliness of the world
in short,
the GSB ain't a place for followers of Christ
to be hanging out in the lobby,
laying out by the pool
or sitting in the garden
if you know what I mean.
No dawdling about.


Translated into real world terms,
we understand it to mean
that as followers of Christ,
we should keep our hands clean
our hearts and bodies as pure as we can.
No Pollution Allowed.
No "putting ourselves in places
where the Holy Ghost cannot go"
is a familiar phrase.
We sorta start with our choices of
Entertainment:
G-rated movies are preferred.
PG-rated with discretion.
Absolutely no R- or X-rated movies.
And that pretty much goes for everything else
from books to music to TV shows.
I have tried to make these guidelines a habit
by calling forth the thought:
"Would I be comfortable watching/listening/reading this material
with my youngest child?  With the Prophet? With the Lord himself?"

Just today,
I threw away a book I bought probably 5 years ago,
that was on some "Best Sellers" list--
I was finally getting around to reading it
and a few pages into it,
I was squirming.
By Chapter Two,
I was feeling nauseas.
So there was a choice to make--
it's not like my kids or husband would ever want to read it,
noone would ever even ask me about it,
but
this wasn't about them.
It's about Me. My mind. My soul.
I could keep it or trash it.
I put it where it belonged.

We've had some experiences around here in Momza's house
lately where the GSB has been marketing to us.
My 17 yo daughter brought home a magazine
a couple of weeks ago--
Cosmop*litan.
I was surprised when I saw it on the coffee table
and wondered where it came from--
when Day said she'd just bought it because it had an
entertainer on the front cover that she likes.
She hadn't even looked at it.
So I picked it up and told her I don't buy those for a reason.
She started to balk at my words,
and I simply said,
"Well take this over to Sister H's house and see what she says."
(*Sr. H is her Young Women's leader/Bishop's wife whom Day adores
and respects tremendously.)

 Dara conceded at that point to let me pull all of the offensive articles,
photos, ads, etc., out of the magazine.  She even sat next to me,
which was still embarassing to me.  By the end, there were less than 1/4 of the pages left for her $3.99.   Not worth it.

And so on.  If it's not reading material, it's music or the TV programs that 
turn me 10 shades of red and leaves the kids scrambling for the remote control to change it ASAP before another offensive word is said.

*And we pay for that to come right through our walls to our TV. And I'm just at a place where I don't want a subscription to the GSB.  

It's everywhere, you know that right?
The www has brought every ugly, unclean, disgusting thing within 12 inches of our faces, in HD no less.
I know more about Kim K@rdashian than I know about my own granma.  And it's not because I'm a fan or seek out information about this very lost, very disturbed, exploited young woman.  It's just out there...in the check out lines, in the headlines of every news  (?!) outlet there is, as I go through the day.
She's just one example of the GSB's high profile marketing tool.
There are loads and loads of others...even the criminals get their 15 minutes of saturated fame.

So what's to be done?
How can I "live in the world and not be of the world"??

This is the question I'm asking myself today.
Can I cancel our subscription of DirecTV without a mutiny in our house?

How do I help my children put on the whole armor of God,
when they've got Lady Gaga ringing in their ears?

A day later:
Mr W came home, listened to my rant, and together we sat down and figured out how to work the Parental Controls on the remote and locked them in. I felt better.

I'm on the look-out for other proactive ways I can keep the GSB on the other side of the river as it ought to be and keep our homes safe.

What are ways that You "unsubscribe" from the GSB? 
 

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Tips from the Field: Home Staging, Cooking, Mothering Teenagers


The title--it's a bit much, eh?
I know,
but when I sit down to write I rarely know
what's gonna come outta the 'ol rolodex-brain
so I gots to be liberal with the title--
in case I need more room to "elaborate".

Okay, so Kelly n' I have had a few home staging jobs
this summer.
Beautiful homes.
Lovely homeowners.
Lotsa crap.

And yeah, we took our befores and afters,
only they aren't on this pc
and can't be downloaded on this pc
because it was built in 2006...
hamsters and chicken wire are holding together
this Samsung monitor (an old-fashioned TV)
HP keyboard that I still only know 1/4 of the keys are for,
and a Compaq computer tower
Oh how I long for, ne, covet a new pc.
One with all the bells and whistles.

Anyway, there will be no illustrations today,
but it's okay, stay with me.

Home Staging Tips:

*When you stand at the door way of a room,
instead of trying to zero-in on what's a distraction,
focus on the positives--
"Keep the sofa, remove the odd chair."
"Keep the large painting, remove all the nic-nacs."
*If the room hasn't been painted in 5 years,
paint it in an updated color.
Or no color, but a neutral clean slate.
*Don't use red. Please do not use red.
Red is tricky because of lighting.
It can make a room feel incredibly
small
and/or cheap
if not done properly.
If you're not 110% sure,
go with another color.
* All those cute souvenir nic-nacs you collect
will not be "interesting" to a potential homebuyer.
Pack them up. Yes, all of them. OK, OK, you may keep one out.
Just one.  IF you have a place for it. Not on the kitchen counter though.
*Bedding...make it heavenly-looking. Do not go cheap in the Master Bedroom.
And remember, it's going with you.
*Plants.  If it's lush and green, keep it. If it's a project you're hoping to rehabilitate, call the time of death and dump it.  Also, those long, long, long philodendron tresses you've been coaxing along since 2002, trim them.  It makes most surfaces look cluttered and heavy.  Unless you live in the jungle; then it's expected.
*Windowsills: Are not decorative ledges. Remove everything. All of it. Wipe it down and if needed, add a coat of polyurethane to restore them.
*The front door entrance: Should feel like a hotel entrance.  No shoes, backpacks, coats, etc. No clutter.

Two more, then I'm done with this:
*Have a new, lovely WELCOME mat outside your front door. 
*Deep clean the house.  All of it. Baseboards, closets, under counters, junk drawers, the garage, the unfinished basement. Every single nook and cranny,
the carpets, the floors, the windows, the fixtures inside and out (ceiling fans and lights).

Okay, so that's that for today.
Oh wait, one more,
Do Not Paint Your House with your Favorite Sports team/College Alma Mater colors.  Not inside or outside.  And for military families--pack up all the awards, certificates, too.  And do not paint your walls in camo-colors either.  Living in a military town has forced me to advise against this.  Don't do it.
 ****

Cooking Tips:
*After years of using the Smoke Alarm as a dinner bell,
I bought a meat thermometer and started actually using the timer on the stove--
even if the recipe calls for a cook time of 15 minutes--I set it for 5 or 6 minutes, to remind me to check on it.
Having burned countless rolls of garlic bread and dozens of biscuits over the years, that one habit has saved many meals.
*Cut chicken breasts in half (lengthwise) when they are just slightly thawing.  They cook faster, the portions are healthier and you'll have more servings.
*Black beans are in the top "healthy bean fiber" category...I don't know if that's an actual category, but they're super good for you, ok?  ADD them to everything:
salads, salsas, soups, sauces, chilis. They're good cold too.
My favorite homemade salsa-side dish: 1 can Black Beans, 1 can white kernal corn, 1 can green chilis, add some red chili seasoning and some garlic salt.  Serve with tortilla chips, or your fav Mexican dish.
I've also tried it with Ro-Tel tomatoes and it works too!
*Spinach.  Popeye led the way when he sang,
"I'm strong to the finich,
Cuz I eats my spinach!"
"It's good and good for you too." , said in my best, Glenda the Good Witch voice.
So I add it to everything...egg omelets, spaghetti sauce, chili, anything I think I can get away with it. Salads, of course.  Just wash it real good, because the FDA has said that spinach is one of a few vegetables (sold in stores) that retains some measurable amount of pesticides.  In fact, they recommend buying Organic for complete protection of pesticides.  I buy whatever's on the shelf at the store I'm in, and just wash it well. There are even sprays you can use to help clean produce.
 ****

Mothering in all its forms:
*Is tough. 
*Not for the faint of heart.
*Tests our endurance like none other.
*Requires many pairs of Big Girl Panties.
*Can suck the life right outta ya somedays.
Those aren't tips, those are knowns.

Survival Tips From the Field:
*Start each day anew. This is especially important with small children and teenagers, as their memories of the previous day are likely gone, unless you have promised them a trip to Disney World or American Eagle.  They will remember those, unfortunately.
*Keep your expectations based in reality as that's where you'll spend most of your life.  But be firm in your expectations and communicate them with absolute clarity so there are no misunderstandings.  
*Have friends who have kids your kids' ages so you can commiserate together and hatch plans to wreak havoc upon your children together.  It's much more fun and makes the time just fly by.
*When my kids start to whine at me--and I know they're in a mood to just keep going and going, I say, "Write it down. Put it on the fridge so everyone knows what's bugging you and you don't have to repeat it over and over."
Actually, all I have to say is "Write it down"...they know what I mean. Which is,
loosely translated "Thou Shalt Not Whine".  I can't bear listening to it.  
*Also the phrase :"I am not the right audience for your act today." --and walking away, helps diffuse a tantrum.
*When you are sure the child in front of you could NOT possibly be from your loins and the thought of spending time with them offends every bone in your body:  Pull them In closer.  Spend a whole day with them. Make them stay home from school, if that's the only way you can get alone time with them. Take a long trip from one end of town to the other, running errands would fit into this too, thus trapping them in the car so you can re-connect with them.  I do this with my kids and I swear it works.  The days when I cannot stand another minute, is my cue that it is the BEST day to pull them in closer.  By nightfall, the gaps will be closer and hearts are open.   Do not let them talk you out of it by their rolling of eyes, teeth-baring, or lips sewn shut, or worse, telling you they don't want to spend a day with you. Nope, just hold on for dear life.  
My soon-to-be-Sister-Missionary, Diana said she was talking about this practice of ours--this "Pull Them In" method, and she related "We knew what Mom was doing and sometimes we just hated her for it. But it worked. And I'll do that with my kids."
--Now, there are some rules for the day: 
        No cell phones allowed.
        This is not a "let's spoil the kid more rotten with a shopping trip to take our  minds off the problems."
        Being the Parent is crucial but be a Kind Parent. A Listening Parent. Not a Friend-Parent. 
        Laughter and Music help.  SO use both.
  Pray for your child.  Let them hear you pray for them. Pray for an open heart and wisdom in being their parent.  And hug the daylights outta them before the day is over.
This stuff works, yo.  
Okay so I have to go now. My maid is a No-Show Again! Can you believe it?!

If you have tips you want to add to any of these lists, Add On People, Add On...
         




Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Security Is Relevant


 Security.
I do not come from "money".
Though my father made good money,
my parents inability to manage it
was lacking,
compounded by their addictions/vices
money came and went as though it were
inside a revolving door.
Money was spent emotionally.
We often went without electricity and water.
Even having a phone was sketchy.
Bread was an option,
cigarettes were not.
Notebook paper was a luxury,
that I learned not to waste.
I was speaking to
a younger brother about our childhoods
and asked him what he remembered most--
he answered that what he remembers most
is always being hungry.

Because of that childhood,
I determined I would change my
journey
by choices I would make in the future
when it was my turn to make decisions.
I wanted Security.

I married someone who was ambitious
and wanted to have a professional education.
I would not have settled for less than that.
He went thru the rigors of Chiropractic college
and I supported that choice 110%.
It was hard,
but in the end,
promised me a Life of Security.

Just 3 years after graduating college
though,
the marriage hit the breaking point.
He didn't want the responsibility of
a wife and five children
so we let him (and his earning potential) go.

My idea of Security,
I came to find out was skewed.
Financial Security
was not the Be-all, End-All
of Life.
There were more important things--
Trust and Respect for starters,
it turned out
trumped
Financial Security.

I was as surprised as anyone to find that out.

So I was a single mom with five children
ages 14-2 years old
and Zero Security.
Then, I met Mr. Wonderful.
He'd gotten an average education,
BUT had worked 19 years for the
largest company in the world,
General Motors.
That was a sign of stability to me.
He says he knew when we met,
that his life would be happier
with me in it.
He tells the kids the reason he married me
is because I'm a "good kisser".
Their faces turn inside out with disgust
and
"Aww, yuck! Don't go there!"
But it makes me smile.

He quit his 19 year job,
for us.
His next assignment was overseas
and the absent-father would not allow
me to take the 5 kids and leave US soil.
So Mr W quit his job.
In fifteen years,
he has not found a single job
that equated to the one he'd had when we met.
To say it has been frustrating, humbling,
and financially disruptive
is an understatement.
It has been crazy hard.

Our town, as much as I love it,
is connected by military strings--
it's all "who you know" around here
if you want to have a high-paying job.
Mr W designed the turret on the very tank
that liberated Kuwait in Operation D*sert Storm.
He was in Defense Contracting for almost two decades.
He helped secure a country
and he can't get in the front door to any DD here
in this military town.
Crazy, hunh?


Mr W has travelled the world--
played golf at St. Andrews, Dubai,
strolled the cobblestoned streets of Capri, Italy,
gone boating in the Mediterranean
around Greece,
skied across mountaintops I've never seen,
and eaten in places like Berlin & Amsterdam.

When I met him, he used to live in  an
exclusive area known as"The Park"
in Nottingham, UK and drive a Cadillac Catera.
The "fluff" he used to have as a single man,
is nowhere to be seen since 1998.
He'll see something that reminds him of those places
and remark about it casually,
not to brag,
but to share.
His life changed when he
hitched his wagon to mine.
Our Trips are local,
so is the cuisine in my kitchen.
He drives a tin can and
I drive a 10 year old gas guzzling beast.
He hasn't skied in a decade or
gone golfing since 2003 or thereabouts.
He gave up his tranquil days of Security
for the life of a busy father of 7.

But,
when he walks in the door at night,
my world is secure.
He comes home to us
every single night.
He has no other plans than to be home.
He calls the house when he has left work,
to give us a heads-up that he's on his way.
(And that's when I offer a silent prayer
that he'll travel safely
the 75 miles that is between work and home.)
Once he gets close,
he'll call again...
sometimes he'll call my cell,
others just the house.
And seriously,
the kids and I keep an eye out for his car
to pull up in the driveway,
n' we basically knock each other down
to see who gets the first hug from him!
There is a great victory celebration
by the winner.
It's ridiculous, I know.
I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Then,
he joins me in the kitchen to help with dinner.
We catch-up on the day and whatever else is going on
in the evening.
And so goes our days.

He has taught the kids how to tie knots
for mountaineering,
as well as
knot-tying for flyfishing,
n' how to hike and camp.
He's shown Joseph how to
install a dishwasher,
change a tire,
install brakes on a Suburban,
mend a fence,
clean and shoot a gun,
collect fast offerings,
tie a suit tie,
give an apology
and 
at bedtime, every night,
he goes to the youngest kids' bedrooms
and says prayers with them.

I used to measure my happiness
by the financial security
of others.
As if it is a contest,
that the person with the most "stuff" wins
some awesome prize at the judgement seat.
Isn't that the stupidest thing a person could do?
My friends have been blessed
with an abundance of goods and time and money
and they live large--
their homes,
their trips and vacations here and there,
their ability to fund their kids' hobbies and lives,
it is something to behold, for sure.
But comparison is the thief of joy.
And I've discovered that
it's a waste of time and energy
to do that.
To compare across the board
my life to theirs is just the stupidest,
most ungrateful thing I could do.
I have enough for the life that is mine.
And if I focus on just that truth alone,
I am content.
Gloriously, emotionally, spiritually
Secure.
My kids may drive me to my knees
as they drive me crazy.
I may stew over juggling bills from time to time,
or fret that I haven't gotten a new Sunday dress
in recent memory.
But, when the day is done,
and I'm alone with my thoughts,
I realize the truth of my life:
I have a husband that loves me.
Sacrifices all that he has for our family.
My children, the very ones that drive me to my knees,
eventually become jewels in my crown
as they own their lives and follow Christ.
And that's enough.
It is in recognizing these truths
that gives me all the Security
I could ever dream of.











Monday, July 9, 2012

Getting our Girl Ready for a Mission

The weather here in Colorado Springs
has returned to our normally-scheduled-Summer-weather:
a thunderstorm in the afternoon
to cool things down in the evening.
I love Colorado summers--
the reward for our snowy winters.


Diana came home from her week-and-a-half long vacation
with the family she nannies for--
they went to Texas and Oklahoma.
I sat at the dinner table and listened to her
talk about her adventures in babysitting
for at least an hour
until she wound herself down.
"It's good for you." I tell her.
Because it is.
Travelling with children is good for the soul
in the most unpleasant ways.

Diana is 99.9% packed for her mission.
She bought all of her own clothes at JCPenneys.
She even gave us a fashion show
and Dara took pictures of all the different combinations
that she's gonna put on a disc for Nana to take with her.
Clever, hunh?
So we totalled over 40 outfit combinations.
Fifteen shirts, 8 skirts, 3 scarves, 5 belts, 3 jackets, 3 sweaters,
3 pair of shoes, and I don't know what else.
So dang cute and so dang fun!
She received her temple recommend yesterday
and has set the date to go to the Denver temple
to receive her own endowments the 21st.

She is working like a crazy woman these days
to earm more money for her mission--

she has her regular nanny job during the day
and has taken another night nanny job
for over a week to earn yet more money.
It costs $8000 for an 18 month mission.
That's not including the wardrobe or
the $400 bike she may need,
the 18 month supply of contacts ($500),
her own bedding,
the complete medical and dental check-ups before going,
or anything extra.
And a missionary can not have any debt before leaving home either.
So she has paid her own debts as well.

When I look at it like this,
I realize how expensive it really is to send a missionary out.
It ain't cheap, ya know?
But it is SO worth it--
emotionally,
physically,
spiritually,
it is the best investment a young person could make
for them selves.

At the time in most young people's lives
when they can do anything they want--
travel, school, explore their own needs and wants, etc.,
choosing to give everything up,
often putting their educational/career goals on hold,
and work to earn the money upfront
to go serve others and share the Gospel
is incredibly consecrating.

People may wonder why the Church is as strong as it is--
perhaps it is because our youth have learned to
sacrifice for the faith they have been raised in?

When you see those young men in white shirts and ties
knocking on doors
riding bicycles in city streets
walking down dirt roads with just one house on it--
please be kind to them.
They are there to be good and do good.

Diana will leave home and go into
the Missionary Training Center (MTC)
in Provo, Utah on August 8th.
She will be in there for nearly 3 weeks,
before flying to New York.
Other than communicating via email once a week,
usually on her "Preparation Day" (P-Day),
the next time we get to actually speak to her will be
Christmas and next Mother's Day and Christmas 2013.
She'll be home by February 2013.
She will not have her phone, or her Ipod.
She will not date or go to movies.
She will not travel outside of her mission boundaries
unless she has specific permission
and travels with her designated companion,
who will also be another sister missionary.
Diana's days will be planned--
from 6:30am until 9:30pm.
She will have half of one day a week (Pday)
to do her laundry,
buy groceries,
take care of her personal needs,
write letters home,
and do something recreational with her companion
if there's time in the day.

The rest of her days are spent
teaching others the gospel,
serving others in any way she can,
studying, tracting, attending meetings,
and living life as a full-time missionary.

And when she comes home,
she will be worn-out and sad to have left
the best place she has ever lived
and the best people she has ever known.

Where is she going?
The New York Rochester Mission.
It has been called,
"the cradle of the Church"
as that is where it all began.
Joseph Smith's first vision
in the Sacred Grove is right there.
Diana will also serve in the
Hill Cumorah Visitors Center.

Last night, as I was hanging out
with her and Dara in her room,
listening to church cd's and talking about
her mission,
she pointed to this picture on her wall:
And she said, "I get to go there, Mom. 
It's like I have been personally invited to go right there."

The Savior's invitation to everyone has always been,
"Come and See."

I got a little choked up,
realizing my days are numbered
with this girl of mine,
laying on one end of her bed,
with her legs draped over mine,
listening to music that we both love singing along with--
just being together,
and the privilege she has been given
to serve a mission.
I wouldn't let her go so far away
on such restrictive terms
for any other reason.

"Remember to do this while you're gone. " I say.
"What? This? Oh yeah.", she answers.
She knows what I mean.
I know what she needs.
It's a "mom thing".

We count down the number of weeks she has left,
revise yet another "TO DO" list--
so much to do,
and the weeks are going to fly
n'before we know it
we'll be embracing each other in tender good-byes
and then,
that's when part of my heart will get on a plane
and live in New York for 18 months,
so my daughter can share what she knows
about this Book.

So if you, or someone you know,
lives in Upstate New York and
happens to come across
a tall, brunette wearing a black name tag,
that says, Sister Johnson, on it
would you do me a favor,
would you be as kind as you know how to be
to her?
Thanks.







Friday, July 6, 2012

Catch-Up! Pics, Pics N' More Pics

This is long overdue--
and may be somewhat of a yawner
if you're not family,
but I'm finally able to upload some pics
of the yahoos...
From Mother's Day in Golden:



 Dean's running for the GOP nomination too.
 We all went up to hear Dani speak in her sacrament meeting...
her family couldn't be there 
because the babies had been sick,
so Mr Idaho stayed home from church to take care of the boys.
 Dean brought me potted mums.
 This is a typical Sunday scene
at the house...
the kids laying all over each other
looking at videos on Nana's phone...

*
 Missionaries popped over one day--
Elder Schumacher from Meenasoda...
 The back of Elder Weagle from Bawston, Mass.
as he played some piano for me...
*

 The first of many takes
for Diana's mission papers...


 As much as she wanted to send in the goofy ones ("that's the real me, Mom!),
we sent in one similar to the top....out of like 35 takes.

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 The Caboose was in her school's Spring Musical..."The Jungle Book"
 She was part of  "The Jungle".
 Her buddy, C. These two have known each other since they were in diapers in our ward.
 One of her BFF's, L. who played Baghera the panther.
 Giggle-Box, Katie and Anna aka "Sherkhan".

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 And here's some scenes from a little 50th Bday Party for my dear friend, Nannette.
As part of our gift to her,
I asked each friend to write out
what they love 
about our dear friend, Nannette.
We read them outloud and had a good laugh and shed a few tears.
Good friends make the world go 'round.
 Nana visiting with my staging partner, Kelly.

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Fifth Grade Graduation
 The Girls' Salon...helping Ari get ready...
Nana on nails,
Daisie on hair.
One of the benefits of having older sisters.




 Both Joseph and Ari had the same 5th grade teacher, Mr. Hinkle. 
As you can tell, 
he was a favorite.
 And there's ol' Cole again...lol
 And the BFF, L.

 And my last,
 my very last
 fifth grader.  
 As you can see, she was very moved by the whole experience...

She gets it honest, yes she does.
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Then the girls talked me into going to the park
and taking some random pics of them--
these are just a few of the over 100 pics I took.
You're welcome for not posting
all of them.
Also, it was a crazy windy day,
thus the hair was flying in every which way:  






 My thanks to America's Top Models...












And I think that about does it for today.



Out-takes:




















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That's All F-Folks!