Going to my parent's home is a little bit like having Calgon take you away. Especially during the summer months when its comfortable outside at any time of day and Grandma's garden is so inviting. Its also a little bit like fat-camp...not the kind where they make you do crazy things like drag sand bags up enormous hills, more like the spa kind where they bring you things to eat like grilled peaches brushed with blood orange infused olive oil. (mmmmm) You WILL eat healthy at mom and dad's house, and you'll probably lose wieght too.
Friday, July 31, 2009
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Thursday, July 30, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
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Posted by Goob at 7:56 PM
I have come upon a few realizations over the past several weeks, here they are:
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Then I would have missed out on Lily holding up my crystal necklace that once belonged to our beloved Great Aunt Margie and saying to her brother in the most powerful voice she could muster up (and for those of you who know Lily, you know that her "powerful" voice is something akin to a Chihuahua doing its "mean" bark.)
"The power of dis neck-o-wace will DESTROY you!"
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
So Easy a Cave Mom Can Do It is where I share things that are completely simple, but bring great pleasure. They are usually also inexpensive, because it turns out, I'm a cheapskate. So far, this has applied to food, but in the future it may apply to something else.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Today, I am risking life and limb in hopes of breaking through these prison bars I have created for myself. Let me explain.
Posted by Goob at 7:33 AM
Somebody help me, is my love machine broken or faulty? Or is it the rest of the world's? I can't make any sense of it.
Monday, July 20, 2009
I can now once again claim the title SAHM (which by the way, I sort of hate that shorthand moniker). Its just plain ol' SAHM, not WAHM, PTWAHM, DMO3, MMOF, LDSMOQ, or any other ridiculous title that tells the world what I wear on my shirt sleeve, or for which cause (or for how many causes) I will offer up my martyrdom. I'm at home, I'm taking care of my children, I am keeping house, I'm probably baking bread. (Well, maybe, if its under 110 outside)
Sunday, July 19, 2009
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Saturday, July 18, 2009
We moved into our new ward boundaries over a month ago. We have not yet been assigned a calling. That is because the ward boundaries are going to be changed next week. By the time they get to us, who knows how much time will have passed.
Is it wrong that I'm really enjoying just showing up and not having to have any responsibility?
I'm probably going to regret saying that "out loud" aren't I?
Posted by Goob at 2:12 PM
Thursday, July 16, 2009
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Wednesday, July 15, 2009
It has occurred to me that the number one way for me to become a better parent is not to lead by example, hand down regular and predictable discipline, or even to practice greater patience. The best way for me to become a better parent is for me to devise some way of fast-forwarding time.
Posted by Goob at 8:13 AM
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
And we have been home from the zoo for 15 minutes. And, we were at the zoo for over 2 hours. That's what happens out here in the desert when your kids are going stir crazy and you have an excessive heat warning issued until 8:00pm. You get up early, you sweat anyways, but you go and run and play and splash. I'm pooped, I'm ready for a nap. It feels like 2:00pm. I wonder what they'll be expecting out of me come 2:00pm? Yowzas.
Posted by Goob at 9:52 AM
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Do you think if I added a jump to this, I might, just maybe, be able kick my 6'2" husband upside the head! (not that I would want too...at least not today.)
This will actually be the last time I wear that Yellow Belt, I earned my green belt this weekend. That puts me somewhere around a quarter of the way to Black Belt, so still in that "beginner" stage, and I am having so much fun.
As a kid, I loved participating in Softball, and Surfing. Competition was NOT my thing. I would shine every practice, and then choke when it was time to perform. I don't know if its a difference in maturity, a difference in the sport, or a difference in talent, but I don't choke with martial arts. Its such a great feeling to know that in front of judges (even the Grandmaster-Founder of the organization) I did my best, AND my best was better than good enough. When one of the masters stopped me on my way out and told me "excellent job today, your form is outstanding. Keep up the good work, you have a gift" I thanked him graciously, but inside I just wanted to burst. In a competitive situation, nobody has ever told me I had a gift before. I had to push down the old memories of "what happened out there?" and "How on earth did you not see that?" and "Its ok, maybe next time" to enjoy it. Here is where I'm fighting the urge to say something self-deprecating, sarcastic, or otherwise negative about my personality, or other personal trait, but I think I'll stop myself this time. I think I'll enjoy the compliment and let it inspire me to work even harder.
Weird how it took me 20 years past my so-called-prime to find that sport that I was my "thing." But hey, better late than never, right?
What's really cool, is that we do this as a family. What's even cooler are all the friends we as a family have made participating with this group of people.
I gotta say, if there's something you'd like to try and you think you're too old, too fat, or too out of shape to do it...just do it anyways. What if that thing is the thing you have talent for and you never discovered that about yourself? That would be sad indeed.
Posted by Goob at 9:01 PM
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Yesterday I learned some news about some friends of ours from our days in 29palms. It initially devastated me, then as I learned more about it, I realized that the family is doing pretty well, and that they are being taken care of, so devastation is not the appropriate response. I feel sad because I lost touch with the wife when we moved away, she was a good friend. I feel like a cheater because we played the game, got out before the fire got too hot, and left in one peice. I feel conflicted about that because I certainly don't want my husband enduring what this man is enduring.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Posted by Goob at 7:42 PM
My mom always had to remind me "You're not one of the adults" when I was a child. I was in such a hurry to be all grown up and in charge and whatever else I thought came along with being all grown up. Ironically, it seems like it took me especially long to become actually grown up.
Monday, July 6, 2009
So far summer break has felt like one big Fortunately/Unfortunately story. So I thought about making it a Fortunately/Unfortunately post. But you know, that's been done. But I thought I could at least title the post with Fortunately/Unfortunately, and then I considered, only momentarily, abbreviating the title to F/U.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Yesterday, you all suggested we get a king size bed. To tell the truth, we had already discussed this option, recently. It would fit nicely in the nice big master we now reside in, and our current queen is really broken down. Neither of us sleeps well on it anymore.