Sunday, January 22, 2012

Different NOT Easier


So a few months ago something was said in church that has stuck in my craw...
(WARNING: SOAP BOX)

The statement was something along the lines of how easy 
we have it now compared to those who came before us.
I seriously beg to differ...things are NOT easier!

Certainly, I don't have to spend days over a wash board doing laundry 
BUT with the stupid amount of clothes we own I am always doing laundry.

I don't have to worry about where our next meal is coming from; for the most part.

I don't have to cut wood for a fire BUT when the heater breaks in winter I still get cold ...
and then I wish I had the wood stove.

But there are things that I DO have to worry about that would curl my ancestors hair.
I have to supervise computer & technology use CONSTANTLY....
NOT because I don't trust my kids BUT I don't trust anyone else to protect them the way I will.
I have to say NO you won't have a cell phone.
I have to say NO you can't go to that movie, read that book or play that video game.

I have to worry that my husband could die in a car accident driving all over creation for work,
NOT like worrying that your husband could die in a farming accident but still stressful.

I still have to worry that a weird disease could kill my husband, my child or myself.

So NO things aren't easier.....they are just different.
I couldn't imagine the struggles that they endured and I am certain that they can't imagine mine.
Every time I get to see my 90 yr. old grandmother she reminds me of that. 
She reminds me that things are so different from when she was raising kids
or when she was a kid...NOT easier!

Monday, January 9, 2012

Air Traffic Control



Do you ever feel like you are managing chaos?
Barely?
I often feel as though I am trying to navigate an impossible maze of craziness.

It seems as though there is one thing going in one direction and another thing in another...
and somehow... Nothing has collided, YET!

My family calendar is a color-coded mess of where to be and when and for whom.
Somehow it works, for now.

I often feel that I am an air traffic controller and trying to make certain that no two flights collide,
 or are late, or are delayed, or any other type of catastrophe... Maybe I am.



Sunday, January 8, 2012

A Reason to Smile

As I have mentioned periodically my husband travels, but for the past month and a half he has been on a travel freeze. It has been extremely.....I don't know how to describe it. Words fail me... It has been...AMAZING! Not only has there been no traveling but there has been no school for most of that time as well. It is as though this time has given us a brief glimpse of what life will be like after the MBA.
He has been here for bedtime and bath time. He has helped chauffeur and referee. He has made dinners and done dishes. He has cleaned toilets and lifted heavy things. He has been my knight in shining armor!
It's amazing how much you don't realize that you do until someone else is able to help.


But now that time is over. (This is not the reason to smile.) As we finished dinner together we said a family prayer and he was off to the airport. There were dishes to do and food to put away. There were kids to get ready for bed and lunches to prepare.

And then the call came.....The call that lets you know you chose the right person....The one where he says the exact right thing to help you get through the week.
(On the drive to the airport)
"I miss you already. I started crying as I left. I wish I didn't have to go."

That's when I remember he hates being gone just as much as I hate having him gone. That my friends is my reason to smile.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Marathon

So right now life is a marathon...more precisely a marathon being run backwards. You see I think that if you can see where you're going that takes the biggest obstacle out of a marathon but life isn't that way- at least not mine.
I see life right now as a whole pile of options with unknown outcomes. Certainly an amount of certainy can be found in some things but generally the unkown is the prevailing theme. For example, my hubby will graduate with his MBA soon. This in no way ensures a higher pay grade, better job or anything other than student loan bills- that is a certainty.
It's not that I worry a ton about the uncertainty but like that backwards marathon things can be tricky. I don't know if there is an uphill climb or a downhill slide. I am unable to know if there will be a rock in the road or a hole. Will I fall apart on the course or will I find an inner strength that helps me cross the finish line?
With this new year and new goals I am just trying to accept that the uncertainty is CERTAIN! Embracing this crazy life where fair is a four-lettered word is the main goal and if I can do that maybe a marathon being run backwards is the best way to run one. You at least get to see where you have been and appreciate it for what it is/was.
So on with the marathon....

Friday, January 6, 2012

My Piece of Peace

So I am NOT a naturally happy person. I mean it takes effort for me. I am just not wired to be happy 24/7. There are definite glimpses every day, and sometimes every hour, but not continuously. Certainly there are issues with my DNA that are a part of this but as my Dad taught me:
Genotype (DNA) + Environment --> Phenotype (How you turn out/look)
Since I can't change my DNA I am working feverishly at changing my environment. I have found that a great deal of my happiness is directly correlated to the amount of PEACE that I have in my life. How do I get that peace? How can I maintain that peace?
First, cleanliness. I am not a good housekeeper. As noted by the decrapification of 2011 and the continuing of said practice into 2012. Seriously there is a ton of junk that enters into my house. We have given over $1500 worth of junk in 2011 to Goodwill, Salvation Army, etc. CRAZY. Plus trash galore. Seriously not a good housekeeper.
So it is a struggle to find peace when the house is a disaster or when dishes seem to live in the sink more than the cabinet. NO peace there! So I have had to learn that although cleanliness is next to Godliness being grumpy is not! I have had to accept that sometimes playing with the kids is more important than an immaculate home- at least for me. Peace!
Second, organization. Sure my clothes are hung by color in my closet and I covet the space to be organized but this does not come naturally! So many people compliment me on being organized and having it together but those comments make me want to fall on the floor laughing hysterically. I mean I am usually flying by the seat of my pants here. (I finally made a month's menu the other day just to stop the conflict of what was planned for dinner vs. what someone else wants for dinner to a minimum.) I would love to have a place for everything and everything in it's place but I don't. I am lucky to have the home that I do have- limited storage and all. So if things aren't collated and annotated it's OK. As long as I know where it is. You know pile A, B or C. AH PEACE!
Third, fitness & self image. As much as I enjoy being outside and trying to work out regularly I hurt. I am broken and I have to be careful. The desire to not hurt seriously limits the desire to over exert myself. Also, I love FOOD. I mean I read cookbooks. I souvenir eat when I travel. I have food dreams and that is certainly genetic! So learning that my metabolism at 15 was completely unnatural and that I am rapidly approaching 3_ with baby weight, depression weight and a body that no longer wants to cooperate id very dis heartening. So I have had to have the discipline to eat off of salad plates and work out more. I have had to accept that if I want to even be mobile I have to excercise carefully. Maybe I can't even dream of rock hard abs or slender arms but if I can get out of bed that is a plus. I have had to accept that I am more than my body or my brains. I seem smart but I am not really. I seem confident but mostly I am uncertain. But learning to accept that being what I think I see in myself is often false is helpful to finding peace.
Finally, overarching everything-PERFECTION! I want the perfect home- not gonna happen. I want the perfect husband- pretty close but not quite. I want the perfect children- let's face it they are kids. I want the perfect dog- if we are gonna have one she needs to be PERFFECT, right? I want to be perfect too. This is totally counterintuitive to PEACE. If perfect means conflict then NO Thanks! If perfect means giving me migraines, I'd rather not! If perfect means I can't let my kids make cookies or paint or play in the snow then I will take my imperfect life for the sake of PEACE. The Peace that comes from 4 kids that love to play together is AMAZING! The peace that comes from sitting around a dinner table together and listening to the jabbering of my family is a unique brand of peace just for me!
So in the end I am slowly finding my piece or peace! Sure it is not the same for anyone of us but hopefully mine will carry me through. And maybe one day I will be happier and even joyful.

Friday, December 23, 2011

$5000 Week

$5,000
That's a substantial amount of money right? I hope you think so too because that is what we spent- maybe more- in the beginning week of our lovely month of December.
First, accidentally backing into garage door that is no longer made so entire door needs replacing. $1300
Next, mortgage....$1600
Then, sick child...4 doctors' visits @ $30 each= $120 plus 3 prescriptions totaling $60 plus 2 ER visits =$500 minus $250 because said sick child was then admitted to hospital by way of ambulance for two days. Grand total TBD but more than I want to think about.

But my little guy is better and although we were on the cusp of being free from consumer debt THEN this came knocking I wouldn't trade his smile for all the money in the world... Time and season right? NO debt is too much when it means my child is better. He is smiling and happy and fun and eating me out of house and home.

So although we all wish we could spend money like a millionaire I'd rather be able to save like one because the thought of all this makes me break into a cold sweat....Well maybe next year we can make it without a hospital visit or broken bone or major home repair.

With four kids and a dog, I highly doubt it!

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Too Fast

As I contemplate what is most important in life I look at this picture
and I realize that these instances outweigh any other thing I will ever do.
I can't get my babies back and I can't have anymore.
I can't capture the wonder of feeling a baby kick or seeing a first step.
I can never get the first day of Kindergarten back or the accomplishment
of a hard piece of music perfected.

I CAN:
Hold them tighter
Enjoy the good & ignore the not so good
Teach them responsibility
Empower them
Tell them I love them until they believe it
Show them that being a good mom isn't about perfection or guilt trips
but it's about being present; even when it's hard.

Kids I am here for you.
Not because I have to be but because I want to be.
The best memories I have are with you.
I am trying everyday to be the mom that you deserve.
Sure I am not perfect but I am trying.
Maybe one day you will know that!

This image will forever be burned in my memory.
A testament that they are moving forward,
no matter how much I want them to stop!
A reminder that they do have each other and they love each other.
A moment of peace and happiness that makes the hard times a bit easier.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Celebr8

So I have this little girl.
Just one.
She's pretty much my princess.....
Really she's all our family's princess
She is AMAZING
She is passionate & helpful
She is smart & beautiful
She is fun & loving
She is genuine & devoted
She is who I want to be when I grow up.
When people say she reminds them of me I am in awe....
in awe that I am in any way comparable to this lady.
I do not deserve this daughter but I am glad that she's mine.
Here she stands on the edge of childhood ready to conquer the world.
Sure she's NOT perfect but neither is her mom
She's the best of me and hopefully better
She is fearless and I love her!
Thanks for letting me be your mom.
A bit about my girl:
Enjoys: Art & horseback riding
Plays piano
Enjoys: cooking & gardening
Loves her family
Hikes, writes, reads & loves musicals
Some favorite recent quotes:
On being asked if she'd ever want to move~
"I can't move I'd miss my best friend too much,
without him (yep it's a boy) I'd feel like a cake with a hole in it"
(Deep, huh?)
On telling her that dad & bros need gun practice since she's too beautiful~
"I know how to shoot the .22 but I need to learn to shoot the shotgun!"
Happy 8th Birthday!

Monday, October 10, 2011

NOLA


So my husband is basically amazing!
He travels TONS for work and is getting an MBA and still he finds time to get me away for a weekend HOME. I grew up in South Louisiana and nothing says South Louisiana more than
NEW ORLEANS!
As he was there on business he arranged for me to join him afterwards to soak in NOLA!

It was perfect!
The flights, the food, the weather, the sights, the food, the sounds, the history, the food
& we even did pretty well with the parking!

If you aren't from here it may be hard to grasp the idiosyncrasies of the town but you can appreciate the beauty and history (and food) of such an eclectic place.
(In case you couldn't tell I am a souvenir eater.)
I even came home from the trip with a greater appreciation for my parents in raising me somewhere far from family but that exposed me to a
culture that I would have never known otherwise.

I hadn't been back since KATRINA and it was amazing to see the recovery and the damage that remains. To see the theater where I first saw Les Miserables fenced off and still being repaired broke my heart. To know that the church that I went to my first dance at had to be demolished and all that is left is the concrete slab was indescribable. To see homes all over the city- not just the 9th ward- with the X's and dates searched still there was disturbing. And to drive down streets where we would have been underwater back then brought tears and inexplicable emotion.

On the other hand; to walk where both mine and my husband's ancestors walked when they immigrated was tender. To see where my dad was working all those years after I left for college was so interesting. To remember my Louisiana history teacher, Mrs. McCartney, and her passion for this place we called home was inspiring. To taste of the food was heavenly.
To hear the music and see the art was inspiring. To watch the Mighty Mississippi River flow and know that it helped make this nation was a testament to me of how amazing this place is.

But above all of this to share this experience with the person I love the most was
SPECTACULAR!
Sure 48 hours wasn't enough but it just gives me the excuse to go back.
Until then I will be craving the food!
First place I ate@ right off the plane. Blackened Redfish-mmmmm


Charbroilled/grilled Oysters @ ACME Oysters


Louisiana Shrimp & Grits
@ Surrey's on Magazine St.

Bananas Foster @ Brennan's on Royal St.

AMAZING Greek Restaurant
Metairie, LA
(best hummus EVER!)

Monday, September 12, 2011

Labor Day

We have some amazing friends. Some of them we were blessed to spend Labor Day weekend with up at their cabin in the mountains of southern CO.
7 Kids, 7 Adults, 3 dogs and 4 horses equals a serenity that you wouldn't expect!
It's amazing to get away but unfortunately Monday came and Hubby was gone again...


Saturday, August 20, 2011

Summer Reflection

As school let out at the beginning of June I had such high hopes for summer. Alas I and my children are mortal and not every minute thing went right. But all in all memories were made and a few tears were shed. Bones were broken and mended. I think this quote sums up my summer, if not life in general:

The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things.
Good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things or make them unimportant.
Doctor Who, Vincent and the Doctor
I told ya that there was a broken arm. Little William busted it right before we headed to Wyoming and Idaho for a week. Perfect timing!

WYOMING:




We also were able to attend a beautiful wedding in Idaho. My parents came up to see us from Utah and we were able to see grandparents/great-grandparents.

HICKS Great-grandparents

Cute Family

Hicks Family

Grandpa Baron & J

Four Generations

Poor P-nut missed out on swimming lessons because of his arm :(



And before we knew it August was here and the kids were all in school. (P-nut is in preschool, 2 days a week.)
P-nut & his best bud

Ready for preschool

First day of school!

So that was just about it...or was it???

Monday, July 18, 2011

Ready or Not

For years I have had regrets about the twists and turns that my education took. I was lucky enough to get a degree and although I learned a lot and enjoyed my major it wasn't my first choice.
Originally I wanted to be a nurse. A NICU nurse to be precise, but due to financial constraints and REALLY bad advice I changed my major-twice.
I had to work to put myself through school and because of that I wasn't as able as I wanted to be to study, or learn, or immerse myself in my learning. I had to watch my dream die. Whereas I was able to move on from other dreams that I had to let go of- like serving a mission- I have always clung to the thought that this dream might still be a possibility.
As I enter the first year with only one child at home and the knowledge that there can be no more babies it is time for me to figure out how to rescue my poor, crushed, little dream. So a few months ago I began by researching nursing programs, as well as medical schools, here in Colorado.
My poor dream although on life support seams to be making an effort to make a come back. I am nearly half-way through a pre-requisite course (Medical Terminology) and I am doing much better this go around.
course image

I have five other classes that I have to take before I apply (Microbiology, Anatomy, Physiology, Chemistry & Statistics) as well as one or two more I may take for the heck of it, but maybe by the time I am all alone I can go back to school.
Dear Hubby is so encouraging but it is super hard to do this. I lack so much confidence in my ability to learn and I have the guilt of leaving the kids. (I am good at guilt- it's a talent really.) I am really trying to feel good about this decision and reading this certainly has helped but it is as though I have this great internal battle of, "You are a bad mom so you might as well be gone" to "If anything happens to the younglings while you are away it is because you are away." (Great internal schizophrenia, right?)
I am so TORN

At one moment I will be so into it all that I will be willing to sell my soul to Uncle Sam to pay for it all and the next moment I will be avoiding homework. I have felt that this is the direction for me to go. I know that it will be hard. Now that DH is half way done with his MBA here goes mom into the fray. (Look I rhymed) Is this fair to the kids? How will we cope?
This is certainly one of those walk into the dark moments. And here I am slowly inching my way into the entryway of darkness.
So pray that I have the guts to stick it out so that my poor lifeless little dream can blossom and turn into something that even I can't imagine.
Onto homework....

Friday, July 1, 2011

Misc.

You know how some days you are so happy as a parent and how others you question what drug you took that made you think this was a good idea? Yep ...too bad you can't schedule those days. I think Tuesday's are way better for questioning parenting than Fridays. I'm just saying.


Why does OCD have to be bad? I could use a bit more of it in my life. Maybe something would stay clean and organized, just one thing.


How I'll know when I am dead.....,I'm sure you all think this is terribly morbid but oh well. I've long stated that when I die, because we all do, but I'll know, not because of the white lights and all these vaugely familiar people looking at me, no it will be because I feel well rested and I won't hurt anymore. It really stinks that once my kids sleep through the night that I don't. It's even worse that I live life at an annoying 4.5 to 6 on the pain scale. So I'll know when I am dead because oh I'll feel so much better. This is why I'll live another 60 years at least.


I went to see Cars 2 and it was cute but I really wish if they were going to set part of it in the UK that they could have at least done a short with the guys from Top Gear. Missed the boat there Pixar. Oh well...

Family vacations are no vacation for moms. We pack. We cook. We clean....oh dear we have another one coming up. I'm sure once I get there it will be fine but I haven't recovered from the laundry of the last trip....ack!

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Friends With Substance

So a few years ago I said something profound. ( I know too bad it doesn't happen more frequently, huh?) Anyway, I happened to be with three dear friends saying goodbye to one in our group and while at dinner I mentioned how grateful I was to have "Friends With Substance". (They could tell you better than I the exact scenario.) I have been contemplating that as another "friend with substance" prepares to move across the country.
First, let me describe what a friend with substance is. In my estimation it is someone who will get down and dirty with you. They will change your kids diapers, and in a real pinch probably yours too. They will laugh with you. And cry, the deep, ugly, soul-wrenching cry of someone who is bearing it all. These friends are life-long. No amount of miles, education, religion or socioeconomic distance can separate you.
"FWS" lovingly overlook your faults and often love you because of them instead of in spite of them. "FWS" can get over any difference of opinions you may have and love you anyway. At the core though is the fact that the things you value most are honored, respected and even protected by these people.
My husband has had an amazing example of this in his life. As a freshman in college he met two such guys and then while serving a mission for our church he met the pinnacle of "FWS". Jason Jones. This man is simply AMAZING. Every year he calls DH on his birthday. Now you may say no big deal but the fact is we aren't even sure when he found out the exact birthday and that he lives in England and that he is a man makes him a stand out "FWS".

I have been lucky enough to have quite a few of these in my life. Especially since my favorite "FWS" (DH) is gone a lot I really need them in my life. My "FWS" think deep thoughts and are yet down to earth. They appreciate my assets and I theirs and enjoy going on trips with me, be it across the country or to GoodWill(ahhh) they still love me at the end of it all.
You can be totally honest and not worry that they will hate you. They can forgive the emotional diarrhea that you sometimes inflict on them because they know that you are there for them when their bout comes along. You can stay up way to late talking and laughing and talking and crying because they get you.

Most of all though you are totally a better person because of them! They make you a better wife, not worse. They commiserate about motherhood but inspire you to keep up the awesome job that you are already doing. They tell you to follow your dreams but teach you to be wise about it. They are an arm to lean on when you are weak and you are theirs. You pray for them and they for you. They are the people that you wish you could spend more time with but life sometimes gets in the way, but since you are "FWS" your relationship will always be great.

Sure not every "friend" may be substantial but the good news is that they can be. I sincerely feel that being genuine and yourself is what we need in our lives. There is too much of the artificial and surface pleasantries in the world. We need a little more of the nitty gritty. When people quit saying that they love each other and wishing for "world peace" and start showing their love for their fellow man/woman we will be better off. Then maybe, just maybe, we can say "I am imperfect but I am trying" or "yep I have wrinkles and stretch marks and my boobs sag but I am good with it" and then maybe our sons and daughters will be better for seeing their parents be genuine and become "FWS" to the next generation.

So my dear "FWS", I hope that you know who you are, I love you! You are all amazing! Starting with my hubby with no end in sight to the amount of "FWS" I hope that I can enjoy in my life.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Tale of a Single Married Woman

Thanks to my dear friend and roommate, Rachel, I was able to read this interesting blog post about single-married parenting. This woman had such an amazing perspective about the life that so many women share. I totally identified with this lady and laughed out loud. But after reading her post I thought a lot about how I have come to terms with being a single married parent.
Now I am in no way perfect but I have SLOWLY found that it does no good to complain continually. After years and years of my husband missing events and not being there when I think he should be, I have learned that as much as it frustrates me that he's not here he has to endure the sadness of missing milestones that we can never recapture. We have come to the point in our lives where we have to pick and choose the events that dad can make. (Seriously,DH has not been home for his birthday in over 6 years.)
Now it certainly helps that I am surrounded by numerous friends who are in the same boat. We all have to discipline and clean and sleep ALONE. Sure we get to eat ice cream for dinner (or in my case guacamole or hummus) but I'd much rather have dinner with my DH. Sure he gets to eat lobster on the expense account but he to is alone and if he isn't he is talking shop through the meal.
I don't know what delusion I was under when I married but somehow I though that 9 to 5 was enough and that dinner together as a family every night was not too much to ask for. Well all you young whipper snappers let me tell you a thing or two, that is not reality! Nope. Somehow I had forgotten how often my dad was gone and my mom left alone with us hellions and she had no family around to periodically rescue her. There were know video games or computers to entertain us when she was exhausted. And all in a 1400 square foot home with 5 kids. How did she survive? What toll did we take on her sanity?
I don't know the answer to those questions but I do know that nowadays it is worse than ever. When we were first married there were no cell phones like there are today but my DH was blessed with a pager as a car salesman. I know, seriously a car salesman? Anyway if he was paged it meant his customer was in and he had to run like some EMT to the scene. It was seriously annoying especially when I'd have to go to the movies alone or anything we planned to do got turned upside down. I should've known that was just the beginning but I thought it might get better with a new job- don't kid yourself lady! So here we are 12 years into marriage 10 1/2 years into parenting and yet in some ways the work stuff is worse (thanks to smart phones).
But my husband has a job. A job where when he is in town he can work from home a few days a week. A job that slows in the summer but is seriously crazy the rest of the year. (Last year DH was in nearly 40 states in a single year, HI & AK for fun but the rest for work.) A job that has allowed him and I to go back to school. A job that he enjoys for the most part.

So what have I learned in my single married state? Well, I have learned that there are more people out there in the same boat than not. I have learned to cope. If a day is particularly bad I send the kids to bed early-harder in summer than in winter. If we want pizza we eat it. If we want to watch a movie we do. If I choose to take the kids swimming after school I do and I don't worry about dinner, sandwiches will do or cereal for that matter. I have girl friends and we get together with all the kids and have a dinner with an adult conversation. It's like cheap therapy. Same gal pals help make freezer meals so that when we want a good meal it's there and we don't have to do take out. I have learned to keep the kids on a routine and that I do them no favors by not allowing/making them pitch in. I mean this is a family not a hotel and resort. I am not the maid and if you wanna live here you work. The kids have learned to be a little calmer when dad is gone, especially when I get a migraine. And the older kids take care of the younger ones.
I have also learned that there is NO SUCH THING as a 9 to 5 job that can support a family of 6. I have learned to show my husband that I love him and that he is important even if he isn't home. I want him to want to come home so throwing a fit about a canceled flight, two weeks in a row, will not solve anything. I have learned that when he is home to not be a martyr and take the breaks he offers me.
So all in all being a single married parent is no walk in the park but this is how it is right now. I love and respect my husband. I am so glad that he is not above working with the crews he is supposed to be supervising and that he works so hard to provide for us. DH doesn't get time off as he is pursuing his MBA and he is a Boy Scout leader so if he wants to watch a sporting event then by all means do it. I don't get time off either so when he tells me to go riding or out with the girls I don't argue so much anymore. And above all we make time for each other. Time to listen to each other, either in person or on the phone.
We, all of us, are making this thing work. One day, one week, one month at a time. So good luck and hang in there all you single married moms you're not alone, even when it sure feels like it.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Preschool Graduation


Well Butch (of Butch and Sundance- name changed to protect the innocent) has graduated from preschool. Yep my #3 will be in Kindergarten this fall. So sad but so fun too.

We were so blessed to have Sis. Ann as our preschool teacher. She is an amazing woman who can do what this parent is so ill-equipped to do. I can't get my kids to sit still for 20 minutes let alone 2.5 hours.
At the start of the year Butch could barely write his name and now he can write so well. He counts. HE reads and he sings.

The amazing Sis. Ann taught the kids a great deal this year but they really loved learning to be patriotic. So for graduation there was a patriotic theme. For the program little Butch signed up to sing the national anthem. HE did an amazing job.

Our little guy is pretty amazing and we are so glad that he is a part of our family. He's grown up way too fast and it will be hard for Sundance and I to adjust to him being gone everyday. But Sundance will now be able to go to preschool with Sis. Ann and that will be a superb blessing to him and to me.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Little Black Dress

This piece of necessary wardrobe wear seems to be the hardest piece to find to fill my closet. At times I have owned a black dress; sometimes little, sometimes not so much. For one reason or another though I have become slightly obsessed but unwilling to settle. I am to the point where if I am going to spend money on something I want to LOVE it.
I have been pouring over images and catalogs. I constantly check the racks at Goodwill. I lust at Nordstrom but nearly faint over the cost.
Where can I find the perfect LBD? I know what I want but where can I get it? I am no good at sewing but it is becoming tempting.
I mean I love this one:

But of course it was already SOLD :(
I have looked at vintage and modesty sights all over the internet.
More that I have lusted over:




Who knows if I will find one that I LOVE and if I don't that's OK. I just wish that the styles that I love were more readily available but lets face it, it's not the 1940s or 50s and the little back dress that I long for may be impossible to find. Alas I will move on BUT if you see one that might not break the bank or make me look too frumpy give me a shout out!

Monday, May 2, 2011

San Antonio




So because I have super spectacular husband I was afforded the great opportunity to go to San Antonio this past weekend for a women's conference as well as to visit some of the historic sites. He was so inspired to send me a day early as well. Because I was able to get in earlier I had a day where I was totally alone. It was nice to be alone with myself and to see the beautiful missions of San Antonio.
As I walked through these amazing areas I realized how sacred each of these locations were. The history and my walk through time were an amazing testament to the people who have resided in this area since long before the American Revolution. It is amazing that these missions are still active parishes of the Catholic church and that mass is said there weekly. Descendants of the original parishioners still live and worship in the area.

The Alamo was astounding as well. It is amazing that around 200 men- mostly NOT from Texas- were able to hold off 20,000 troops from the Mexican Army for 13 days. To be able to visit another U.S. Shrine within the year is an honor. (The first was Pearl Harbor.) The people who died there were defending more than an obscure outpost but the very freedom that we all take for granted from time to time.

I was also able to have my dear friend & my sister join me in San Antonio for Time Out for Women. I have been able to attend this conference when it has come to Denver in years past but this year Ryan will be gone when the conference is here. It is not that the presenters tell me things I don't already know, it's more like they remind me and allow me to have a new perspective.



Between the missions, the conference and my company I was blessed with a great, all be it brief, weekend away. I owe it all to my super awesome husband who KNOWS that sometimes girls night is not enough. Sometimes I need just a bit more....Thanks dear....you rock!!

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

ADDICTED

OK so I have a confession to make. I am addicted. No not to sugar or chocolate, well those too, but to a television show. I am in LOVE with Who Do You Think You Are? What you've never heard of it? Well then what kind of friend am I to not expose you to this addiction of mine.
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It all started last year when a new NBC television show was announced with the premise of following the genealogy of certain famous Americans. Now I may not be a fan of all of the stars that they profile on this television show but the process that they go through is so fascinating that I just can't stop watching.
When the shows started I made the kids be quiet, and later they joined me, so that I could take in every minute detail of the discovery of their roots. As an American who had immigrants as early as the Mayflower and as late as the 1880s it fascinates me how jumbled most Americans' DNA is. It also goes to show that you can NEVER judge a book by it's cover. I mean seriously what is "Jewish" or "Irish" supposed to look like; this show has made it quite apparent that until you look you don't really know who you are.
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Of course there have only been 2 seasons of the show here in the states but like most things the show did not start here. NOPE it is the brainchild of the BBC, like a lot of my favourite shows. (Yes I meant to spell it that way.)
And in the UK it has been on for years! Allowing me to extend my viewing pleasure, over the internet of course. I was astonished to find out that it has been on in the UK since 2004! This may tide me over until next year here in the US.
Now we "Yanks" aren't the only ones to leach off "Brits". No NO. Actually many countries have their own Who Do You Think You Are? franchises. (Do you hear the angels singing....ahhhh!) I know that I may be overreacting a bit but no other television series has grabbed me like this in a long time.
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Who Do You Think You Are? to me is a tool that has allowed the world to be exposed to the fascination that we need to all have with where we come from. This simple television show does not sugar coat the past. It allows the researchers to go on a familial treasure hunt for those who sacrificed and suffered, who overcame and lost out so that we can all be here today to honour them.
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So I challenge you to give the show a glance and maybe it will inspire you to find the past, YOUR PAST. Who knows what you may find. A criminal or a saint, a king or a conqueror, a bigamist or polygamist? Who knows! Just give it a try, you may find it as addicting as I do. And even if someone else in your family is doing it ALL then ask them to share the information.
Happy hunting!

P.S. For further information click on the following links. If you can't find the shows on youtube.com then try here. Your local libraries may have copies as well

Who Do You Think You Are? also has versions in Sweden, Denmark, Norway, Germany, Finland, Holland, Russia, Poland and possibly others. Not all of these shows are called by the same name but have a similar premise. BBC Wales has another show called Coming Home which is shorter in length but equally riveting.

P.P.S. Some of my favourite episodes:

Friday, April 1, 2011

Hormones....

So I am going to rant for a minute. Many of my closest friends have heard this but I am going to just put this out there for public consumption.

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There is a crazy diet out there called the HGH or HGC diet. The premise of this diet is that you either inject or swallow a hormone extracted from the urine of pregnant women (at least that's where "they" say it comes from) to suppress hunger while limiting your diet to a mere 500 calories a day. Now I have a multitude of issues with this.
FIRST, anyone who eats only 500 calories will lose weight. Try it for a week and you will see. Not smart but effective.
SECOND, do we not understand what hormones do??? You can go here for a full explanation but basically they control messages sent out to the cells of your body. There are tons of different hormones all with specific purposes. Testosterone, progesterone, estrogen, and on and on. Now if one's hormones go haywire, or in this case we cause them to go haywire, what messages are these hormones sending our cells? Say you have one cell that is trying to change and then BAM it receives a good does of an unusual hormone. What's a defenseless little cell to do but to become ....oh I don't know CANCER!!! Seriously people don't our genes have enough to deal with without us mucking about with it all.
NEXT, growing up in a semi-agricultural background I was very aware of the hyper-criticism of the use of hormones on animals that are a part of our food chain. While I was young the big hoopla was over bovine somatatropin- this is a hormone that some farmers were giving their cattle to increase milk production. The amount that this hormone leached into the milk supply was minimal at best but the alarm was sounded so BST was all but eliminated from use.

The same goes for hormone free chicken, pork products, produce, ect. In any grocery store you go to you will see HORMONE FREE everywhere. IS this good? Probably. But now we stupid humans are skipping the process of even diluting hormones in the food chain and we've gone right to shooting them in our slightly large thigh muscle!
How vain or desperate do you have to be to engage in this type of dieting? I have had family and acquaintances indulge in this for a time and it terrifies me!
Just because HGH occurs "naturally" doesn't mean that tweaking your HGH level is a good idea. In fact I have read that HGH production goes up during sleep. I think since I have about 20-30 pounds I'd like to loose I will just ask for a chemically induced coma. (This explains why my brother is a rail- sleep= HGH.) Well I'm off to take a nap and save $ and lose weight spontaneously. Wish me luck!