Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Walking through an airport is like looking through a scrapbook. As I switched planes in Denver, Colorado memories of Ty washed my face. It probably doesn't help that I'm wearing his Air Force Academy jacket or that a woman walking towards me was wearing a AFA sweatshirt. I tried to stay focused on getting to Gate B 29. Grown women don't cry in the middle of changing planes.
Then I walked by the gate to Honolulu, Hawaii and I swear I heard a ukele and palm trees in the wind when I saw the man in dreadlocks and surfer shorts and it reminded me of college, and going to see Cali in college and swimming at the Hukilau beach with our family. I tried to stay focused on getting to Gate B 29. Grown women don't cry in the middle of changing planes.
The gate to Orange County had the same effect. Disneyland, Seaworld, teenagers, kids laughing. It vividly reminded me of Soaring over California and being misted by the orange blossoms with Calvin and the kids in the seats beside me. I tried to stay focused on getting to Gate B 29. Grown women don't cry in the middle of changing planes.
New York made me think of West Point's Plebe Parent Weekend with the whole family and Ring Weekend with Cali, Ray and Calvin. It made me wonder how Abe and Grace are today and our upcoming trip to Abe's graduation. I thought how it will be our last trip to West Point and lasts are usually sad. I tried to stay focused on getting to Gate B 29. Grown women don't cry in the middle of changing planes.
Even the gate to Washington D.C. brought a pang and I haven't walked the city since I was in high school; however, Abe asked Calvin and me to come back early to graduation so we could go down and see the city together. We weren't sure we could do it, but when I asked him what he wanted for a graduation gift, he paused and quietly said, "To go to D.C. with you and Dad and Grace." I tried to stay focused on getting to Gate B 29. Grown women don't cry in the middle of changing planes.
Then I walked past a bright yellow sign with a twirling tornado that said, "Tornado Shelter." It didn't bring one memory. I went straight to Gate B 29, found a seat and got excited that I'm going to Dallas/Fort Worth. I can't WAIT to attach a memory to it with my sister, Rachel, and her family.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
I also used the glue on a scrapbook page the other day. It was slick, keeping everything tightly bound.
I haven’t used this adhesive in a while and had forgotten how nice it is.
And, in the spirit of bonding and “Family is Everything,” today is Abe’s birthday and my sister’s and my grandpa’s.
Edited to Add: I shouldn't have used the word trivet, that is too misleading as I don't intend to use it for hot things ( I suspect the vinyl would melt to the bottom of the pan). So let me call it a tile doily. It's mostly to just look pretty on a table instead of hanging on a wall or sitting on a shelf. Sorry for the confusion. In the meantime, the bond is still good!
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Today I went in search of lucky eights for self-portrait Tuesday. I thought maybe the chickens would give me eight eggs which would make a pretty picture. Nope. Eleven.
I thought maybe we would have eight oranges left which would make a pretty picture. Nope. Seven.
I thought maybe I would have eight books backed up on my nightstand. Nope. Nine.
I thought maybe I would have eight things on my to-do list. Nope. Endless.
I never should have thrown away that four leaf clover. Serves me right.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
(I promise, kids, this is a rare picture of Seemore in the family room, the family rules are still in tact . . . pretty much.)
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Self-Portrait Tuesday: This feature inhibits inhibition and has taught me some funny things about myself.
Wednesday is Homemaking Tips: Homemaking has long been a passion and I enjoy the sharing of ideas.
Friday is Life in My World: This provides a week summary of current events in our lives.
Sunday is 52 Blessings: An important theme for recording details and the hand of God in my life.
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Wednesday, March 18, 2009
The calendar says it’s almost here, but I’m afraid it still won’t act like Spring for a little while longer so I’ve been pretending: I rearranged the furniture last week, decluttered yesterday and am going to get pansies today. Here are a few more ideas if you want to pretend, too:
~Trim some fruit branches or forsythia branches and bring them into the house. Display them in a large container of water and watch the phases until they bloom.
~A bunch of daffodils, tulips or a potted pansy on the kitchen, dining room or entry table says “Welcome Spring!”
~Put a pot of pansies or primroses in each room for a bright pick-me-up. Both flowers are inexpensive and come in a variety of colors, you could even color coordinate to the color scheme in each room. When they start to wilt, transplant them outside.
~Clean your windows. Let the sun shine bright and shiny through a sparkling window.
~Add a few pieces of colored glassware from the dollar store to hold your pencils, flowers or even a bowl of colorful jelly beans. The sun will catch the glass and cheer up the room.
~Hang a small basket of flowers from your front door to welcome your family and guests home.
~Fruits have a rich, colorful hue. Keep a bowl of fresh fruit (lemons are such happy fruits) on your counter or on the table to add cheer to a room.
~Decorate Easter eggs early and use them as a centerpiece all month long. Just blow the eggs before dying and then put them in a wire basket on a nest of colored excelsior. Scramble the eggs or make french toast and you’ve (ahem…) killed two birds with one stone.
~Rearrange the furniture and put the throws and blankets away. Put light and airy throw pillows in their place.
~Buy a lilac or grapefruit scented candle and use it.
~Open the window a crack and let the breeze blow through.
~Add a bird, a real live bird, to your décor. Their song and color will brighten the day and the birdseed and feathers they scatter will give you something to complain about besides the weather.
~Add a bright, pastel tablecloth or table runner in the kitchen or dining room.
~Change the bed sheets to a light airy color.
~Swap the towels in the bathroom to a lighter shade.
~Place garden magazines or flower books on the coffee table.
~Declutter. It lightens things up and makes the house more airy.
~Add a dab of yellow.
What is something you do to make your home more bright and cheerful?
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Children have long been counted as a commodity. Formerly they were viewed as an asset (grow your own worker) or a savings account (provide your own caretaker), whereas today they are often viewed as a luxury item.
I consider our children an invaluable blessing and really like the idea that our children marry others and increase our blessings. I’m truly grateful for kids and the privilege to have them.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Tomorrow is Ray’s birthday so Calvin and I drove over to Seattle yesterday to spend a couple of days with Ray and Cali. We had a great time—the only thing better than having little kids is having big kids. We went to an old school auction, a jerky outlet store, the science center and the docks—the huge cranes that load the ships, the boats, the gulls, the water, it’s all fascinating. Ray and Cali are especially fun to be with and wonderful hosts.
Here’s a short video using a collection of Seattle pictures I’ve taken in the last year or two. Being my first video, it has some glitches--it takes a while to download and it ends abruptly--sorry, I'll get better.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
My word for the year is “diligent”. I want to “try a little harder to be a little better” and more diligence will help me get there. Hannah made this darling canvas depicting my word and it sits on the old pie safe right next to the back door—the door I go out each morning. Several times each day it quietly and persistently preaches the goal I set at the beginning of the year.
Melanie gave me the handsome plaque that says “Honesty is the first chapter in the book of wisdom.” ~Thomas Jefferson. It hangs importantly over the dining room table between the shelves of the plate rack. I love its simplicity and the washed look adds to its antiquity.
Both of these gifts preach the message of kindness also. Each time I see them I think of the thoughtfulness of the givers.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Tonight we returned a pan to friends who brought soup over last weekend. I filled it with these cookies (what with the oats, bran flakes, nuts and raisins they’re bound to be as nutritious as soup).
Good Luck Cookies
1 cup brown sugar
1 cup sugar
1 cup butter-flavor Crisco
1 tsp vanilla
1 tsp salt
2 ½ cups flour
¾ cup bran flakes
1 tsp soda
2 cups oats
2 cups chocolate covered raisins
1 cup coconut
1 cup chopped nuts
Monday, March 9, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Advil has been my friend and calmed my fiery joints for years, but as a kid and teenager I saw cases of severe prescription drug abuse, so vowed to fight disease the best I could without drugs—a stupid fear I should have outgrown considering the good that can come from a bottle, but a fear none the less.
Friday, March 6, 2009
but not so badly that I should complain, only enough that I’m glad somebody
strawberry breeze cough drops and Advil and a warm bed. Maybe
I can post about life in my world.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
The office supply store (Staples) sells a little plastic tub that you can fill with paper fasteners. You buy them by the container rather than by the piece, so it’s to your benefit to pack them carefully. I was only slightly self-conscious as I took fifteen minutes and carefully rearranged and fit dozens of clips into my tub. There are designer, plain, regular and fancy clips and my favorite use for them is one Ande showed me—keeping opened bags tightly closed in the freezer.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
I thought Daylight Savings Time began last Sunday. I got up, changed all the clocks and a couple of hours later couldn’t figure out why the computer clock hadn’t jumped ahead or why the Mormon Tabernacle Choir wasn’t singing. I asked one of the wisest people in the world, Jeeves, what the deal was and discovered DST starts next Sunday. Ha. I lost an hour this week and get to gain it back next week. By default, I finally outsmarted the system and for one whole week get to leave for work at 8:00 instead of 7:00. Eight is great.
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Sunday, March 1, 2009
As a rule, man’s a fool.
When it’s hot, he wants it cool.
When it’s cool, he wants it hot,
Always wanting what it’s not.
Never wanting what he’s got.