We are so grateful grandpa thought of us when he saw the free chalkboard! We love it (and so does our neighbor friend) bonus: it covers a lot of the ugly wall.
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Monday, July 29, 2013
These are just some things i was thinking about today. The future. Dreams. Goals. Things I'd like to do. Someday. And yes i know all about planning and wishing and how I'd i don't move forward they won't happen. A list is a good place to start though.
My own little second hand store. I'd love for it to work in conjunction with the family support center or women's shelter. Something bigger than just me. There is one in Logan Utah called Somebody's Attic and I love it. It makes me want to take business classes. Weird.
I'd love to learn how to play the piano. Which means I'll need to acquire a piano someday. I think it will go perfectly where the computer is right now. It may be 10 years from now before i can really start on that one because of time and money, but I'm not the only one to do things later in life. Julia Child anyone? (no I'm not looking to be a musical Julia Child.) I may never be great but just plunking out a tune with both hands would be pretty cool.
Europe. Germany. England. Scotland. Ireland. Italy. Switzerland. One or all would be great. Germany first though. I do also long to see ancestral homelands. Isle of man. The area formerly known as Prussia. And more I'm sure. Maybe some genealogy is in order to do a big trip like that.
That with raising my sons to be good people and kicking my husband's butt at the shooting range (which can only be done with a handgun and happened on Wednesday) should be more than enough to keep me super busy for the next 30 years.
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
We had a marvelous vacation to California where we spent almost as much time in the car as not. My kids aren't really letting that one go anytime soon. New cousins to play with. Great memories made. I'll write more another day. But for now it is enough to know that I am immensely grateful for my family, the one we made and the ones we come from. They're pretty great people.
My baby sister is getting ready to go on a Mission. Lots of excitement there! I'm loading up on stamps so I can send snail mail. I'm sure I'll look forward to whatever day is email day like when little brother was in Germany on his Mission. But snail mail still has trump power. So be ready seester.
First born headed to ALL DAY first grade this year. The bottom of the totem pole (because kindergartners are basically segregated from the rest of the school)- the real beginning of mommy growing up. ALL DAY. I'm nervous. WAAAAAY more nervous than I was sending him to 3 hour kindergarten last year. Gone all day. For 6 years that's all I've done is be his mommy all day. Last year we had a mild separation with 3 hours for kindergarten. That was just enough time to get maybe one errand done. Then it would be time to meet him and make lunch and the rest of our day. But now- I won't see him until 2:50 every day. And I have to pack a lunch for him. I dread packing a lunch. Hopefully I can find a way to make it less painful for both of us. The worry (despite how useful it is) is starting to build.
Second born will be in preschool again this year. Afternoon this time. We're all looking forward to it- not because we're needing the break (as desperately as sometimes) but because he truly enjoys it. I'm glad my kids like school (in whatever form). I hope that sticks.
Wee #3 is living up to his nickname, Menace. He's almost 2 going on 12. Moody and FIERCELY independent. He wants to do everything HIMSELF! Buckle things, open water bottles, dress, color, everything. It's exciting to see this step and frustrating for both of us.
Food in our house either disappears in seconds (if they like it) or sits in the fridge until Mommy or Daddy eats it for lunch. Ian is on a growth spurt. Landon just wants to play, not eat, which is weird for him. And "Chuck" grazes whenever he can. Which is yet another great motivation to get out of debt. There's no way we can afford to feed them as teenagers unless we free up cash. We're doing well on that front. One step at a time. One student loan gone. A few more and a credit card to go (credit card is next). We can do this.
I forgot to update on Sean and me. This weekend Sean hits the big THREE-OH. I'm kind of excited. I think 30 is a cool milestone (and I might be the only one). It's right in the thick of living. The midst of crazy. (though 40 will be when the kids are in middle/high school and even more insane). But other than the clock moving forward, as it always does, he's crazy busy at work. They're down a guy and the 3 left are working to pick up the slack until someone else can get hired. Which means he works from 7-5:30 every day. (It was more like 6pm yesterday). There are weekends already scheduled. Now on my end- it's not much different because he'd leave at 7 and get home at 5:30 but had a 45 minute commute both ways. Now those extra 90 minutes are spent working here in town. We do get to see him for lunch which is nice. And then on call 24/7. So grateful he has a good job that he enjoys. These times are just hard on everyone when you're understaffed. So he's a little more stressed and worn out when he comes home.
I'm working working working. I'm itching to do some painting before the nasty weather sets in. We're getting the front trees trimmed in about a month and I'm excited. It will help with my stress that these trees have been neglected- I don't want them dropping limbs on our house or cars. Now we have to address the ants. We have ants EVERYWHERE and come to find out- if they're nesting in the tree roots they can kill the tree. Which is likely that they are nesting there. It's always a battle. Our garden is very lush and green but I don't think I pruned it enough because we don't have a lot of veggies. Some. Just not a lot. But most of it is still alive and I call that a win! I got a new sewing table. It is HUGE and perfect for all sorts of crafts. I think it needs some personal touches (read paint and modpodge) and soon. Our house is coming together. Slowly. But it is. And that is very satisfying.
So there you have it.
Not so quick.
Not so little.
But an update.
Catch ya on the flip side.
PS- why can't netflix get Fresh Prince of Bel Air on streaming?? I'd like to see some more of THAT and less of Family Guy or whatever.
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
You know what bugs me.
The idea that because someone belongs to the same church I do, they are somehow better than someone else. (Please forgive me if I've ever done this.)
See, because here's the thing: WE ARE ALL HUMANS. We all occupy the same Earth and breath the same air and while we may have different individual goals I think innately we are all striving for the same thing, live, learn, grow, and hopefully leave the world a little better than we found it. (Terrorists and rapists are not exactly in the same realm- but that's a topic for another day. For now we're going with my idea- however Pollyanna it may be.)
Recent tragedy struck a team of elite firefighters. 19 of 20 of the crew died when winds increased and things just got out of control (like we can control fire! but they were trying to trench it and stop it from going that direction...) The one that survived only did so because he was moving the truck at the time. Talk about weight to carry. Survivor's guilt. It wasn't his fault by any means- but the thought that I am left and all my comrades are gone. Ugh. Gut punch to think about it. NINETEEN. 19 families affected. 19 GROUPS of friends, acquaintences. It is exponential. There are not only 19 people affected by this tragedy.
And yet my reason for ranting.
On Facebook this morning I saw a post of a friend of mine (and yes I would say we are actually friends in real life not just in Facebookland) who posted an article from Deseret News (again a whole other post-Deseret News) that ONE of the 19 was LDS (Mormon) and that she was sad for the children he left behind.
I understand wanting details. I understand wanting to connect so the grief we feel has reason. I understand that the loss for his family is insurmountable. The pain and grief and loss are deep.
But I was totally turned off at the attitude that left 18 families unaccounted for. That said HE was worth mentioning because of his religion. You want to see the names and faces of those who died? HERE. There are families and friends and communities aching. FOR EACH ONE. Not just the Mormon guy. For the kid that followed in his Fire Chief Dad's footsteps. The guy that was going to be his best friend's best man at his upcoming wedding. Try to watch this video clip. Honor them for just a moment.
Because there were NINETEEN. And EACH one deserves a moment of respect.
So there's my rant.
It just hit me sideways the way some things do.
Thank you to ALL the firefighters who are working to keep others safe. Whether it is your summer job while in college, life time chosen career path, your first season, or your 23rd. Thank you.