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Monday, January 14, 2008
I'm Back!
All right, I don't know what it about Blogger that makes it hate me so much. See how my last post was, oh, in November? Over two months ago! Ridiculous. I still can't log in normally, though. I was just visiting another blog, and decided to "just see" if I could sign in from there. Took me straight to my dashboard without any of those stupid "connection interrupted" messages I usually get. So, with all that said... I actually don't really have time to post anything right now, but I'll update all this soon. Ciao.
Monday, November 5, 2007
Halloween
We had two princesses on Halloween this year. I had planned on having Sami wear Allie's cow costume, but she wanted to wear the snow princess dress my mom had gotten Allie last Christmas. I got them all dressed up after their afternoon nap, and then took them to a few houses to "trick-or-treat" while waiting for Kev to get home. Then we headed over to the trunk-or-treat at the church. Kev and I wore his parents' old clothes from the 70s, and we had to tell people that, yes, these were actually real clothes the his parents really wore. To decorate our trunk, I wrapped Allie's beach ball in aluminum foil and hung it in the back, and had Jackson 5 blasting from the car stereo. We had a good time... and the girls got loaded with candy. Ugh.
In the Past Month
If Kevin has anymore weekend-long Scout training in the future, I'm going to pull my hair out. At this point, thankfully, it seems like he actually might be done with training, unless he wants to do the super hard-core training, which he doesn't. He had to be gone the weekend of General Conference for the second half of Wood Badge training. And please don't ask me what Wood Badge is, 'cause I really have no idea. I do know that over the two weekends, they launched some rocket-type things, Kev sang in a quartet, and they had to give presentations. Oh yeah, and they did have to make goals for their Scout troops to accomplish over a certain period of time. I'm sure they did other things, but I don't know what, or maybe I just don't remember. At least, I hope they did other things. Otherwise, what the heck were they doing for six days? Kev does have an assistant Scoutmaster now, though, which the both of us are thankful for. Hopefully, Kev won't have to ask to have anymore camp outs here so he can have a second adult around. Not that that's kosher either, but it's better than him being by himself.
Just last weekend, Kev and Sean took the Scouts camping on a small island in the Indian River. They borrowed someone's motorboat from the 2nd ward to get across. He said aft
er getting over to the island, they played in the water for a while, but then after coming back on the beach and putting his shirt on, he felt little bites all over him. He came home the next with about 300 bites all over his arms and legs. Literally 300. He had put on some insect repellent from the Scout closet at the church, but I'm wondering how old it was, and if it's age had caused it to lose effectiveness. He said he grossed some people out at the work the next Monday. At least something good came out of the situation.
Allie an
d I made a whirlwind three-day trip to Utah on the 17th.
Sarah and Jeremiah got married in the Salt Lake temple, and there was no way I was missing that. I had planned on just making the trip by myself, but then after deciding I'd stay with Kev's sister Erika and her family, I thought the kids would be awfully disappointed if I didn't bring at least one kid with me. So, I settled on Allie, since, surprisingly, she is actually much easier to fly with than little Sam. Allie can carry her own backpack, us
e the restroom, walk long distances without the need of a stroller, a
nd pretty much just keep herself entertained for hours on end. Sami, on the other hand, is still a baby in that she needs a stroller in large, chaotic places, she can't sit still, and she needs to be entertained. I could have brought her, too, and flown her for free as a lap child, but there was no way I was doing that on my own. I wanted to actually enjoy the trip. And we did! We got to spend an hour with Sarah after arriving in Salt Lake, then drove down to Spanish Fork to see Steve and Erika and the kids. The wedding was the next day, so Allie stayed with Erika and Bri and Nate while I went to the temple by myself. I parked in a lot that cost five bucks to park in, but they didn't have an attendant-- it was an on-your-honor thing, where you had to put your money in a slot whose number coordinated with your stall number. I only had a twenty, panicked, and asked a lady who was a row down from me herding three or four kids and a baby if she had change for a twenty. She said she didn't, but that she had a five. I told her she didn't have to pay for my parking, but she said it was no big deal. I tried to see if she needed any help, but she insisted she didn't and started trekking it up to, I'm guessing, the Joseph Smith Memorial Building for a wedding she said she had to get to. She had kids walking with her, was pushing a stroller and carrying a baby carrier, had to walk somewhat uphill, AND she was faster than me. Talk about hard core!
As I crossed the street to get to Temple Square, a homeless woman, probably not all that much older than me, bundled in a weathered tan coat, tears filling her eyes, stopped me asking if I had any spare change. Normally I don't have any cash with me... but I realized I did have that twenty. I was reminded of that kind young mother that had just helped me out, giving me her five dollars without a thought, and was prompted to "pass it on." I hesitated slightly,remembering I had brought that twenty for emergency purposes and for any cases where I could only use cash, but relying on good faith, I opened up my purse, pulled out the twenty and put it in her hand telling her, "You know, here you go. Someone just helped me out." Then she kindly directed me to the entrance of the temple since I couldn't seem to remember where it was.
The temple was busy as usual, with large groups of people in the lobby in their Sunday best obviously having just attended various other sealings of the day. My old roomie Carrie was there in the sealing room-- neither one of us expecting to see the other. What a sacred place, the temple. That is one place where one really gains an understanding of reverence. All the verbal praising in the world cannot replace the Spirit felt there-- a place where you can feel the weight of the world literally being removed from your shoulders. Sarah looked beautiful, of course, and the love of friends, family, and the Lord evident in that breathtaking room was almost indescribable-- kind of like coming home. I felt honored to have been invited to witness that beautiful event.
In walking back to my car, I ran into another homeless woman with blond scraggly hair and a few missing teeth, but a sweet smile nonetheless. I did have about fifty cents left in my wallet, other than a bunch of pennies, so I gave that to her. We talked for a few minutes about the weather, and I indicated I wasn't used to the crisp air anymore since I've moved to Florida. She told me she was from Ohio. We said goodbyes and I continued to walk when I ran into that same homeless woman from the first time. She didn't recognize me and asked me for change again. I put my hand on her shoulder and said, "Hon, I actually already gave you some earlier." Her eyes widened and filled with tears, then she put her hand over them embarrassed saying, "Oh, you did! I'm so sorry. I try really hard to remember the faces of those that give me money, so I don't ask the same people over and over and look stupid." I put my arm around her, reassuring her that I didn't think she was stupid, and that it would be difficult for anybody. S
he continued to cry for a bit, while I kept my arm around her comforting her. It was an interesting experience, one I had never really had before. But I was reminded of my mother. I knew that had she been in the same situ
ation, she would have done the same thing... and she has done the same exact thing many times before. I finally caught a glimpse of the way my mother loves and feels for every single person she meets, no matter who they are or what their circumstance is. In turn, I caught a glimpse of the way each person is loved and valued by the Lord. I felt that love-- the love for those women, and the love the Lord has for me. It was a pivotal experience that I cannot forget.
Later that evening I drove to the reception at Thanksgiving Point. Jessie, my niece, came with me, and we sat with Sarah's siblings and Carrie most of the evening. Jessie, who's eleven, caught the bouquet, which I knew would give Steve a heart attack.
The next day Allie and I flew home-- a long, tiring flight. Allie was fine to fly, then excited to see our green car in the Orlando parking lot, but pretty darn upset when she wanted to drive to see her cousins. "But I wanna see my cousins! I wanna see Bri!" Maybe someday we'll live a bit closer to
some of her cousins. My little social butterfly.
Oh, I almost forgot! Last weekend was our Relief Society craft day, and (get this!), I was asked to teach (are you ready?) a class on sewing aprons. Yup. I taught a sewing class. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha (deep breath) ha ha ha ha! I can't say I was a great teacher, but the aprons actually weren't as hard as I thought they would be, and I did have a few people leave the class with completed aprons, which is always a good sign. I could have turned down the request to teach it, but I accepted it, merely to stretch my comfort zone.
I think everyone could use a good stretch now and then.
Just last weekend, Kev and Sean took the Scouts camping on a small island in the Indian River. They borrowed someone's motorboat from the 2nd ward to get across. He said aft
er getting over to the island, they played in the water for a while, but then after coming back on the beach and putting his shirt on, he felt little bites all over him. He came home the next with about 300 bites all over his arms and legs. Literally 300. He had put on some insect repellent from the Scout closet at the church, but I'm wondering how old it was, and if it's age had caused it to lose effectiveness. He said he grossed some people out at the work the next Monday. At least something good came out of the situation.Allie an
d I made a whirlwind three-day trip to Utah on the 17th.
Sarah and Jeremiah got married in the Salt Lake temple, and there was no way I was missing that. I had planned on just making the trip by myself, but then after deciding I'd stay with Kev's sister Erika and her family, I thought the kids would be awfully disappointed if I didn't bring at least one kid with me. So, I settled on Allie, since, surprisingly, she is actually much easier to fly with than little Sam. Allie can carry her own backpack, us
e the restroom, walk long distances without the need of a stroller, a
nd pretty much just keep herself entertained for hours on end. Sami, on the other hand, is still a baby in that she needs a stroller in large, chaotic places, she can't sit still, and she needs to be entertained. I could have brought her, too, and flown her for free as a lap child, but there was no way I was doing that on my own. I wanted to actually enjoy the trip. And we did! We got to spend an hour with Sarah after arriving in Salt Lake, then drove down to Spanish Fork to see Steve and Erika and the kids. The wedding was the next day, so Allie stayed with Erika and Bri and Nate while I went to the temple by myself. I parked in a lot that cost five bucks to park in, but they didn't have an attendant-- it was an on-your-honor thing, where you had to put your money in a slot whose number coordinated with your stall number. I only had a twenty, panicked, and asked a lady who was a row down from me herding three or four kids and a baby if she had change for a twenty. She said she didn't, but that she had a five. I told her she didn't have to pay for my parking, but she said it was no big deal. I tried to see if she needed any help, but she insisted she didn't and started trekking it up to, I'm guessing, the Joseph Smith Memorial Building for a wedding she said she had to get to. She had kids walking with her, was pushing a stroller and carrying a baby carrier, had to walk somewhat uphill, AND she was faster than me. Talk about hard core!As I crossed the street to get to Temple Square, a homeless woman, probably not all that much older than me, bundled in a weathered tan coat, tears filling her eyes, stopped me asking if I had any spare change. Normally I don't have any cash with me... but I realized I did have that twenty. I was reminded of that kind young mother that had just helped me out, giving me her five dollars without a thought, and was prompted to "pass it on." I hesitated slightly,remembering I had brought that twenty for emergency purposes and for any cases where I could only use cash, but relying on good faith, I opened up my purse, pulled out the twenty and put it in her hand telling her, "You know, here you go. Someone just helped me out." Then she kindly directed me to the entrance of the temple since I couldn't seem to remember where it was.
The temple was busy as usual, with large groups of people in the lobby in their Sunday best obviously having just attended various other sealings of the day. My old roomie Carrie was there in the sealing room-- neither one of us expecting to see the other. What a sacred place, the temple. That is one place where one really gains an understanding of reverence. All the verbal praising in the world cannot replace the Spirit felt there-- a place where you can feel the weight of the world literally being removed from your shoulders. Sarah looked beautiful, of course, and the love of friends, family, and the Lord evident in that breathtaking room was almost indescribable-- kind of like coming home. I felt honored to have been invited to witness that beautiful event.
In walking back to my car, I ran into another homeless woman with blond scraggly hair and a few missing teeth, but a sweet smile nonetheless. I did have about fifty cents left in my wallet, other than a bunch of pennies, so I gave that to her. We talked for a few minutes about the weather, and I indicated I wasn't used to the crisp air anymore since I've moved to Florida. She told me she was from Ohio. We said goodbyes and I continued to walk when I ran into that same homeless woman from the first time. She didn't recognize me and asked me for change again. I put my hand on her shoulder and said, "Hon, I actually already gave you some earlier." Her eyes widened and filled with tears, then she put her hand over them embarrassed saying, "Oh, you did! I'm so sorry. I try really hard to remember the faces of those that give me money, so I don't ask the same people over and over and look stupid." I put my arm around her, reassuring her that I didn't think she was stupid, and that it would be difficult for anybody. S
he continued to cry for a bit, while I kept my arm around her comforting her. It was an interesting experience, one I had never really had before. But I was reminded of my mother. I knew that had she been in the same situ
ation, she would have done the same thing... and she has done the same exact thing many times before. I finally caught a glimpse of the way my mother loves and feels for every single person she meets, no matter who they are or what their circumstance is. In turn, I caught a glimpse of the way each person is loved and valued by the Lord. I felt that love-- the love for those women, and the love the Lord has for me. It was a pivotal experience that I cannot forget.
Later that evening I drove to the reception at Thanksgiving Point. Jessie, my niece, came with me, and we sat with Sarah's siblings and Carrie most of the evening. Jessie, who's eleven, caught the bouquet, which I knew would give Steve a heart attack.
The next day Allie and I flew home-- a long, tiring flight. Allie was fine to fly, then excited to see our green car in the Orlando parking lot, but pretty darn upset when she wanted to drive to see her cousins. "But I wanna see my cousins! I wanna see Bri!" Maybe someday we'll live a bit closer to
some of her cousins. My little social butterfly.Oh, I almost forgot! Last weekend was our Relief Society craft day, and (get this!), I was asked to teach (are you ready?) a class on sewing aprons. Yup. I taught a sewing class. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha (deep breath) ha ha ha ha! I can't say I was a great teacher, but the aprons actually weren't as hard as I thought they would be, and I did have a few people leave the class with completed aprons, which is always a good sign. I could have turned down the request to teach it, but I accepted it, merely to stretch my comfort zone.
I think everyone could use a good stretch now and then.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Laughing to Myself
Last night after putting my book down in anticipation of finally going to bed, an image of Allie popped into my head. I smiled and chuckled to myself as I saw this very vivid mental picture.
After getting off the plane Friday, I realized how late it was and that we hadn't eaten lunch earlier that day. Now it was past dinnertime. It would take just over an hour to drive home once we finally reached our car, and rather than letting Allie fall asleep, just to rouse her at home to feed her, I gave in and searched out the most convenient fast food place on the way to baggage claim. It happened to be McDonald's-- not my favorite, but tolerable. I got Allie a Happy Meal, as well as food for me, and we waited around till they had it ready. As soon as I could grab it, I did, holding my own food and drink and giving Allie hers to hold. I told Allie to hurry and stay with me, since we needed to catch the tram to get to baggage claim. And I started speed walking to the tram, hoping the doors wouldn't shut just as we approached. Of course, Allie wasn't next to me, so I stopped to give her time to catch up. I turned around.
Allie in her light blue gigantic Disney Princess backpack was walking as quickly and carefully as she could with one hand keeping her drink steady, and the other hand clutching her bag of food. She kept her eyes on her orange drink, obviously concerned about spilling it. Her little three-year-old legs moved quickly, for her, as she calmly called out, "Wait, Mama."
I don't know why the image so suddenly entered my mind last night, but I'm sure glad it did. It gave me a smile.
After getting off the plane Friday, I realized how late it was and that we hadn't eaten lunch earlier that day. Now it was past dinnertime. It would take just over an hour to drive home once we finally reached our car, and rather than letting Allie fall asleep, just to rouse her at home to feed her, I gave in and searched out the most convenient fast food place on the way to baggage claim. It happened to be McDonald's-- not my favorite, but tolerable. I got Allie a Happy Meal, as well as food for me, and we waited around till they had it ready. As soon as I could grab it, I did, holding my own food and drink and giving Allie hers to hold. I told Allie to hurry and stay with me, since we needed to catch the tram to get to baggage claim. And I started speed walking to the tram, hoping the doors wouldn't shut just as we approached. Of course, Allie wasn't next to me, so I stopped to give her time to catch up. I turned around.
Allie in her light blue gigantic Disney Princess backpack was walking as quickly and carefully as she could with one hand keeping her drink steady, and the other hand clutching her bag of food. She kept her eyes on her orange drink, obviously concerned about spilling it. Her little three-year-old legs moved quickly, for her, as she calmly called out, "Wait, Mama."
I don't know why the image so suddenly entered my mind last night, but I'm sure glad it did. It gave me a smile.
Homecoming Article
Last Friday while Allie and I were in the Orlando airport getting ready to come home, I called Kevin to let him know we had landed. After a few minutes he said, "Have you checked your email today?"
"No. I did last night, but not today. Why?"
"You're in the paper-- front page of the Life section."
A few weeks ago, in looking through Florida Today, I noticed a small note in the Life section calling for past homecoming queens to make themselves known for a future article. I was hesitant at first (people teasing me mercilessly, people thinking I was still hung up on it, etc.), but then I realized it would be a good time to reflect upon it and write a little about it, since I couldn't remember if I ever had recorded that event at all. I did as it asked, writing a few paragraphs on it, and scanning and emailing a few pictures.
A week later, the reporter called me back while I wasn't home. She left a message asking me to call her back so she could ask me a few questions. I forgot to call her back, though. I was getting ready to fly out to Utah with Allie and I really didn't have time to that at the moment. We never did talk to each other, so I didn't think much about it. I figured, too, that if anything got printed, it would be in the middle of the paper would no one would see it. Ha.
So, here's the web address to the online Florida Today article. Pictures can be viewed by clicking on the links under "Web Extras." http://www.floridatoday.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20071019/LIFE/710190301/1005/
BREAKING&GID=moadPVm8e4ir2Mel3cADFCyK20iHlrtkifZt/r6Yheg%3D
"No. I did last night, but not today. Why?"
"You're in the paper-- front page of the Life section."
A few weeks ago, in looking through Florida Today, I noticed a small note in the Life section calling for past homecoming queens to make themselves known for a future article. I was hesitant at first (people teasing me mercilessly, people thinking I was still hung up on it, etc.), but then I realized it would be a good time to reflect upon it and write a little about it, since I couldn't remember if I ever had recorded that event at all. I did as it asked, writing a few paragraphs on it, and scanning and emailing a few pictures.
A week later, the reporter called me back while I wasn't home. She left a message asking me to call her back so she could ask me a few questions. I forgot to call her back, though. I was getting ready to fly out to Utah with Allie and I really didn't have time to that at the moment. We never did talk to each other, so I didn't think much about it. I figured, too, that if anything got printed, it would be in the middle of the paper would no one would see it. Ha.
So, here's the web address to the online Florida Today article. Pictures can be viewed by clicking on the links under "Web Extras." http://www.floridatoday.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20071019/LIFE/710190301/1005/
BREAKING&GID=moadPVm8e4ir2Mel3cADFCyK20iHlrtkifZt/r6Yheg%3D
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