Ways we have celebrated our anniversary (in no particular order)
1. At the Anniversary Inn in Logan, complete with temple trip and food at the Copper Mill of course---twice I think.
2. A Bed and Breakfast in Park City
3. A B&B in Murray
4. At home with the kids
5. At home without the kids
6. Dinner at Sizzler then home (an early, very cheap one)
7. Dinner at Chef's Table and a B&B in Springville
8. And this year, the Art Ball at the Springville Museum of Art in Springville and a yet-to-come little diversion on some island in the Pacific!!!
P.S. Today I am NOT going to feel guilty about not mopping, because I did it Saturday! Yea! Everyone come look at it. We're having dinner on the floor tonight!
Monday, May 7, 2007
Friday, May 4, 2007
Screaming for attention
I know a wife who will quietly and cutely meow to her husband when she wants to get some attention. I'm sure it started out as a kind of joke, but it stuck. I know other women who wink at their husbands or rub their backs. I just scream.
It happened again last night. We were eating dinner and I was being slain. The kids were just so not-tired and showing it. I was just so tired and showing it. So I screamed. It got Matt's attention, just like it always does, but it didn't really change much. I think he tried to help more kids with dinner. But it certainly didn't stop the source of my slain-ed-ness.
A minute or two later I was still near-death. I closed my eyes and tried to will some energy to infuse my limp body. This is what I heard.
Dawn: Look I'm sitting down, I'm sitting down Mom. I'm sitting down, I'm sitting down. Mom! I'm sitting down. On and on and on.
Rachel: It's July 26th. Today is July 26th. It is July 26th. On and on and on.
Scott: see Dawn (Mom, I'm sitting down. I'm sitting down. On and on and on.)
Andrew: UuuUuuUuuuUUuUuuuuUuuu (as he bounced around on his somewhat wobbly steps.
I started laughing. Matt looked at me and started listening to it all also. We both just laughed. And so our kids knew they were funny, so they did their aforementioned parts even louder with giggling mixed in. But eventually they quieted down a little (after the tiniest bit of instruction) and we were all happy, even if we were noisy and crazy and busy and wild and slain.
Maybe I'll try laughing for attention for a change---if I don't forget.
P.S. Today I will NOT make lunch for my kids. I will be on a fabulous and cold field trip with my darling Dawn. Thanks Mom C
It happened again last night. We were eating dinner and I was being slain. The kids were just so not-tired and showing it. I was just so tired and showing it. So I screamed. It got Matt's attention, just like it always does, but it didn't really change much. I think he tried to help more kids with dinner. But it certainly didn't stop the source of my slain-ed-ness.
A minute or two later I was still near-death. I closed my eyes and tried to will some energy to infuse my limp body. This is what I heard.
Dawn: Look I'm sitting down, I'm sitting down Mom. I'm sitting down, I'm sitting down. Mom! I'm sitting down. On and on and on.
Rachel: It's July 26th. Today is July 26th. It is July 26th. On and on and on.
Scott: see Dawn (Mom, I'm sitting down. I'm sitting down. On and on and on.)
Andrew: UuuUuuUuuuUUuUuuuuUuuu (as he bounced around on his somewhat wobbly steps.
I started laughing. Matt looked at me and started listening to it all also. We both just laughed. And so our kids knew they were funny, so they did their aforementioned parts even louder with giggling mixed in. But eventually they quieted down a little (after the tiniest bit of instruction) and we were all happy, even if we were noisy and crazy and busy and wild and slain.
Maybe I'll try laughing for attention for a change---if I don't forget.
P.S. Today I will NOT make lunch for my kids. I will be on a fabulous and cold field trip with my darling Dawn. Thanks Mom C
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Value creation. . .hmmmm
Creating value. How do I create value in the world around me? What is value is the first question. To me value is increasing the joy, happiness, well-being of people. People are the real value, and helping them, creates value.
Can you create value monetarily? Sure, that would definitely increase people's well-being. Can you create emotional value? Of course, that is the kind that I think of most often. I feel like this and spiritual value are my primary jobs in life. I create value for my children by teaching them and loving them which in turn creates value for me and for the world. Of course, they will all create value on their own, some of each kind of value. (I, of course, have not listed all the "kinds" of value that exist.)
Creating value for others always creates value for yourself. Helping my kids be well adjusted certainly makes me happier and more successful. Helping an elderly neighbor clean up their yard creates value for all the people who will be passing by. So if you try to create real value for yourself, aren't you creating value for others at the same time?
I'm wondering how I should and could be creating more value for the people I love, and for myself. Hmmmm.
Can you create value monetarily? Sure, that would definitely increase people's well-being. Can you create emotional value? Of course, that is the kind that I think of most often. I feel like this and spiritual value are my primary jobs in life. I create value for my children by teaching them and loving them which in turn creates value for me and for the world. Of course, they will all create value on their own, some of each kind of value. (I, of course, have not listed all the "kinds" of value that exist.)
Creating value for others always creates value for yourself. Helping my kids be well adjusted certainly makes me happier and more successful. Helping an elderly neighbor clean up their yard creates value for all the people who will be passing by. So if you try to create real value for yourself, aren't you creating value for others at the same time?
I'm wondering how I should and could be creating more value for the people I love, and for myself. Hmmmm.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Nine years of love sweet love
Yesterday was my anniversary! It has been nine years since Matt and I were married in the Logan, Utah Temple. What a wonderful story it has been. Four kids, 3 apartments, two houses, 4 jobs, 2 college degrees, multiple callings, a kazillion (minus a few) trips to southern Utah, California, Idaho, Salt Lake, pediatricians, hospitals, Target, Thanksgiving Point, dance lessons, swim lessons, and now elementary school!
What a great nine years. Here's to more and more and more.
The princess and the post
Once there was a very sweet girl. She was so sweet that very early in her life she entranced a sweet boy, and they were married. They did not live in a castle home, but their home was their castle.
One day the sweet boy decided to take the sweet girl on a trip to see fantastic sites of red and orange with skies of blue. They couldn't bring their home with them, but the boy didn't want the sweet girl to have to sleep on the hard ground. So he took a trailer for her to sleep in. And she was grateful.
They saw many sites, walked long and at last settled in for a long rest. The sweet girl was so tired. She laid down and closed her eyes. But she couldn't sleep. She turned over and still couldn't sleep. She wiggled around and tried to get comfortable, but she couldn't. Finally sleep came is short naps, in and out of dreams.
In the morning, she awoke for good. She rose and thought to herself "Sweet boy is so sweet to bring this trailer for me to sleep in. But this trailer is not very comfortable. I wonder why." She lifted the cushion and to her amazement, she found two small, quite large, in fact, metal bars. "Oh dear," said sweet girl. "Sweet boy forgot to put the trailer bars in."
The sweet boy was so sorry. But it was through this long night that the girl and the boy realized she was in fact a princess for she felt the small bars through the soft cushion. So the girl was a princess and the boy was a prince, and they returned to their home which really was a castle after all.
One day the sweet boy decided to take the sweet girl on a trip to see fantastic sites of red and orange with skies of blue. They couldn't bring their home with them, but the boy didn't want the sweet girl to have to sleep on the hard ground. So he took a trailer for her to sleep in. And she was grateful.
They saw many sites, walked long and at last settled in for a long rest. The sweet girl was so tired. She laid down and closed her eyes. But she couldn't sleep. She turned over and still couldn't sleep. She wiggled around and tried to get comfortable, but she couldn't. Finally sleep came is short naps, in and out of dreams.
In the morning, she awoke for good. She rose and thought to herself "Sweet boy is so sweet to bring this trailer for me to sleep in. But this trailer is not very comfortable. I wonder why." She lifted the cushion and to her amazement, she found two small, quite large, in fact, metal bars. "Oh dear," said sweet girl. "Sweet boy forgot to put the trailer bars in."
The sweet boy was so sorry. But it was through this long night that the girl and the boy realized she was in fact a princess for she felt the small bars through the soft cushion. So the girl was a princess and the boy was a prince, and they returned to their home which really was a castle after all.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Mormon documentary
Well what did you think? I thought it was okay. I was disappointed on the disporportionate number of comments shown by non-Mormons to Mormons. They focused a lot on the horrifics of the Mountain Meadow Massacre (and I am not denying it was bad) and relatively little on the horrors of the killing, raping, driving out of the early Mormons. That was disappointing.
And how about that psychadelic picture of the angel Moroni appearing to Joseph Smith? I will be watching again tonight and hoping for better.
PS Today I will NOT mop, again. I'm still putting it off. I will try to sweep however.
And how about that psychadelic picture of the angel Moroni appearing to Joseph Smith? I will be watching again tonight and hoping for better.
PS Today I will NOT mop, again. I'm still putting it off. I will try to sweep however.
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