Friday, November 30, 2007

Brains



A conversation in the car with the kids...

Whitney (gasping)--"Do you know what this boy in my class said today?"

Me (with fear in my voice)--"No, what?"

Whitney (in disbelief)--"He said he was stupid!! He added 5+5 and thought the answer was 11, then kept saying he was stupid. I told him not to say that because his brain would start to believe it."

Me (proudly)--"That's right. All those negative things we tell ourselves like 'I'm fat,' 'I'm ugly,' 'I'm dumb,' 'I'm not good at sports,' and stuff like that aren't good to say because when you say something over and over again your brain starts to believe it and then eventually you turn into that. That's why we should always think nice things like 'I'm smart,' 'I'm pretty,' 'I'm good at math,' 'I'm a good friend,' 'I love to read' and stuff like that because then our brain will believe that and we will turn into that instead. It's pretty cool huh?

Landon (casually)--"Yah, yah we get it, thanks for the lesson mom, I'll use it my whole life."

Me--(sincerely laughing)

Landon (beaming)--"That's right, I'm a riot."

How about that? Whitney actually listens to me enough that she appears to have retained the info and told the other kids at school (woohoo). I'm so pleased. I always respond this way whenever she says something negative about herself (even though this is rare). I don't want her to turn into a foolish girl who fishes for compliments by constantly criticizing herself or into a self-conscious woman who doesn't use her talents because she's convinced she doesn't have any!

**What do you tell your brain?**

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Creative Friday--Steak Edition

Michelle and I got together for Creative "Friday" today because we can't get together tomorrow and hadn't been together since November 5th! We rarely miss that many weeks in a row, but with my trip to California and then her trip to Denver we weren't able to get together until today. That's just too long to be apart.


We both made cards today and managed to be rather productive. Eva was in good form, though she distracts Michelle quite a bit with her constant requests. Michelle had a great burst of productivity when Eva went down for her nap...phew.


It was so nice to be able to catch up on life, share kid stories, talk about blogs, Christmas ideas, and so on. It's so much better in person than on the phone.


We had an funny lunch today because I brought a couple steaks we had leftover from our dinner the other night. I don't know why Randy didn't grill them along with the other ones he was making, but here it is several days later and he hadn't done anything with them so Michelle and I got steak today. We also had chips and guacamole from Cafe Rio which was mighty tasty. I still wish we could have our Creative Fridays catered so that we didn't have to take any time for food prep, but that's just crazy talk.

By the way, I cleaned out our pantry last night (I was super productive yesterday) and found that I had 4 more bags of the Cadbury Eggs! My stash from Easter-time was so good that I made it all the way until now when they're out again for Christmas...oh happy day.

**Have you been creative lately?
Do you like steak?
How happy is that Paper Source goody photo?**

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

SPT--Thank-full

I know it's Wednesday, but the sun wasn't out yesterday so I couldn't take my shadow picture even though I knew what I wanted to do. This SPT assignment is right up my alley since I often write about gratitude and am always trying to live like I know I'm blessed (this is a major struggle considering how moody and headache prone I am).


Here's the assignment...I love this SPT challenge, so thanks Lelly!
"your challenge this week is to find a quiet moment. give thanks for all that you have been given, all that you have given in this past year. take advantage of a pocket of an afternoon when you can slip away and be thank-full. we can all make time for this very important date with ourselves, with only our shadow along for company."

Just thinking about doing this assignment made my heart feel literally full. This has been a really good year for our family so we have been feeling greatly blessed. Here are a few things that sprang to mind immediately.
  • my testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ
  • my family...all of them
  • good health
  • insurance (remember my wisdom teeth trauma?)
  • Randy's 2 jobs
  • great friends
  • getting a 2nd car
  • my trip to Paris with my book club friends
  • our comfortable home
  • happy kids
  • abundant food
  • my vacuum cleaner
  • books
  • reading in the cozy
  • thoughtfulness
  • a great compliment
  • laughter
  • SEP discussions
  • answered prayers
  • music
  • clean laundry
  • pebble ice
  • tasty water
  • safety at home and while driving
  • pajamas
  • 24 hour grocery stores
  • movies
  • freedom
  • family vacation
  • going to the beach
  • our computer (aka lifeline)
  • blogging
  • where we live
  • the chance to start over every morning
  • gratitude journals
  • stationery supplies
  • game night
  • chips and salsa
  • hot showers
  • the smell of Downy
  • rain
  • cozy quilts
  • phone head sets
  • ranch dressing
  • cafe rio
  • good mail
  • my camera
  • birthdays
  • feeling at peace
  • being gymalicious
  • our busy bird feeder
  • Christmas decorations
  • having something to look forward to
  • photos
  • getting a good idea
  • mascara
  • being creative
  • liking who am I
  • patience
  • Target
  • toast
Taking the time to write these things down is a blessing and a great way to mark this 850th post of mine!

I also love that Lelly included thinking about the things we give as part of the assignment because it was comforting to stop and think about that for awhile. I forget about most of the stuff I do for other people, so even taking a moment to remember some of those things was kind of heart warming and inspiring...it makes me want to do more.


**Will you do this SPT even if it's late?
Have you made a list?
Has this been a good, rough or in-between year for you?**

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

An Unprecedented Day

So after yesterdays wicked PMS and migraine chaser (that's right, lucky me) I finally got in bed around 11:30. I felt a little nauseous (thank you migraine) but it was manageable, so after reading my scriptures and some of my book (September) I went to sleep.


Fast forward to 2:45am when I was cruelly awakened by my bladder ($%#@) I still had a raging migraine complete with a huge knot in my neck (it's always on the right side, what does that mean?) so I caved in and took one of my prescription migraine pills. I got back in bed only to find myself wide awake. What in the world?

I got out of bed at 3:30am and haven't been back yet! I fixed myself a bowl of frosted mini-wheats and then hunkered down at the computer. Inspiration struck with an idea for next week's Book Club Christmas gift exchange and I became a woman possessed. I have never experienced anything like this at all. Usually if I can't sleep I feel exhausted, but mentally awake so I read blogs until my eyes begin to blur. But this was completely different, I felt great because my migraine went away and I got busy.


I can't tell you specifically what I am working on (here's a hint...I'm using felt), but I can tell you that I didn't lose focus (except for bathroom breaks) until 7:13am when I decided to step outside and document the pink sky. The kids got up then so I took care of the morning routine with them, but as soon as they were out the door with Randy at 8:50am I was back in action.

I didn't stop again until 11:30am! The interesting thing is that the house was totally quiet. It's probably because I had been working quietly during the night, so even though I had the house to myself (glorious) I didn't turn on music or watch tv shows online the way I usually do. I was so engrossed in what I was doing that the time flew by and the only company I needed was my thoughts.

{Posing with our tree in a box, ha}
I finally took a shower at 2:00 because I had to brave the post office for real this time (it took 20 minutes!!) and had Activity Days this afternoon. I was disappointed that I had to stop working on my project because I felt like I had a seriously good groove going on, but duty called.


This evening we went to JCW's for dinner and then to Robert's to find our Christmas tree. In the past we have always bought our trees, but even the scrawny ones we get cost $50, so this year is the first time we considered getting a fake tree. The craft store had them on sale for 40% off so we bought a prelit tree for $101.99. Not too shabby. Whitney is offended by it and really wanted to get a real tree, but she was out-voted.


I had bought a smaller fake tree last night for the kids' room, and she had no complaints about that. They are giddy to have this tree in their room and think it's a seriously bright night-light.


We foolishly decided to decorate the tree and some of the house tonight. That really wasn't the best decision considering my extreme lack of sleep, but the kids were so excited and I don't want to let the Christmas season get away from me. Randy and I exchanged looks rather often as the kids knocked themselves out "helping" us during the setting up phase. About midway through I had had enough, but couldn't really stop then.


We were listening to Christmas music (my iPod playlists are fabulous) and discovered that the kids love "I Saw 3 Ships" by Sting. Whitney was dancing to it like she had a choreographed routine going on. They call it "the boat song." Kind of funny.

I should probably go to bed now, but I really want to get back to my project (it's almost done). Who am I?

**Do you ever eat cereal in the middle of the night?
Do you get super focused on projects?
Do you listen to music or the tv while working?
Is your tree real or fake?
Do you have to remind yourself to have fun decorating?**

Monday, November 26, 2007

Blindsided

I'm 36 years old, which means I've been a "woman" for approximately 24 years now. That's a long time to be battling PMS and yet I do so each month like a reluctant warrior bracing myself for a battle I rarely ever win.

I was thinking last week that it was almost time to put on my emotional armor so that I wouldn't be taken by surprise this time, but PMS is a crafty foe who kicks my butt even when I think I'm prepared.

All day today I felt very aware of my gut region and actually wondered (ala Amy M.) if perhaps I was filled with colon cancer and only had weeks to live. I actually pictured my funeral and wondered who would show up for it (what with the hassle of the holidays and all). Then I thought I was being silly and should just eat some shredded wheat or something as a peace offering to my intestines (I ate a banana instead).


It wasn't until Whitney and I dropped Landon and the neighbor kid off at scouts and headed to the post office that I realized what an irrational state of mind I was in. This is MY post office, what were all of these people doing there!! I drove through the parking lot, muttered some choice words under my breath and headed for Target instead.


Target wasn't much better except that the lines weren't as long and there was a ton of stuff to catch my eye. My main purpose for going there was to replenish my Suave Sweet Pea Shower Gel. Why did I need to do that today? I have no idea except that I am totally out of it and really wanted some more. Of course, I ended up buying 4 packages of razors (they were on sale), which reminded me that I've also been shaving for 24 years ($%#@) and am moving laser hair removal to the top of my Christmas wish list.

But I digress. Usually Target acts as a haven to me. It's aesthetically pleasing, full of great deals, has an excellent stationery aisle, and never disappoints me. But the combo of wicked PMS and after-school Christmas shoppers was more than I could handle. It was a jungle in there (in a Walmartesque kind of way) full of crying kids, employees restocking shelves to the detriment of the customers, and Whitney campaigning for every stupid toy known to man (a fabric dinosaur with spikey hair for real?).


It reminded me that the reason kids act up in stores is because they're trying to convey the message to their very dense parents that they don't want to be there. So why do we insist on bringing them? All stores should be open 24 hours so that we can shop without kids! I rarely have my kids with me in a store, but even this short outing with Whitney made me crazy. She wasn't particularly obnoxious, it's just that my defenses were out of whack and my tolerance for her requests and enthusiasm was low. Not good.

We fled Target ($95 later) and went back to the post office. The parking lot was considerably less full so we went in...big mistake. I took one look at the line inside (12 people deep) and the automated machine line (4 people deep) and turned around. Whitney cheered. Aargh!

We had 15 minutes to fill before picking Landon and the neighbor kid up from scouts so I thought a quick trip to Robert's (the craft store) was in order. They have a 50% off coupon today and I wanted to scope out their holiday home decor and replenish my white cardstock inventory. We pulled into the parking lot only to drive through it and leave again (what was I thinking going there?) it was too crazy to subject myself to today. Whitney was elated.

{I look as bad as I feel.}

I opted to drive thru Taco Time (which I NEVER do) to get a cream-filled churro. What a random stop for me, but I felt the need for a treat immediately and saw the sign. Four dollars and 16 cents later I had a cream-filled churro in hand, plus 2 regular churros for the kids. This treat along with 2 Midols and some time outside putting up Christmas decorations and I'm feeling so much better.

I even toyed around with the notion of going to get our Christmas tree tonight, but in a rare moment of clarity reminded myself that I don't feel well and most likely would let that influence our evening. Baby steps people, baby steps.

P.S. It's so therapeutic to be able to write about this, even if no one reads it. I love blogging.

**How goes your battle?
Do you ever opt out of a store because
the parking lot is too full?
Do you take Midol?
Have you ever posed with a churro before?
Are you sick to death of shaving?**

Scattered...Me?



Did you know today is the day we're supposed to be email Kristi with our finished Pink Christmas gifts? Me neither. (#$@!) Why am I so clueless sometimes, it's not like I didn't receive a ginormous pink envelope full of detailed information. At least I know what I'm going to do right?

When I posted my good mail on Saturday I somehow forgot to post these other items, perhaps I need to buy some ginko biloba so I can nip this thing in the bud.

Laurie B. sent me this thank you note awhile ago, but it got buried on my desk even though I set it right next to my scanner. Sheesh. Thanks for the sweet note Laurie.

I got this cute thank you note from Barb last week. Check out those Canadian postage stamps, kind of funny eh?

Jen M. sent me this cute card with a really nice "just because" note inside. These are my favorite cards to receive because the message is so personal and is something I never would have known if she hadn't taken the time to write it down and send it to me. Thanks Jen!


Elizabeth sent me this pretty card all the way from her home in Hawaii. I'm determined to go visit her someday...blog party in Hawaii anyone?

What is wrong with this picture? Will this girl drive me to drink?

**Are you feeling scattered too?
Is your Pink Christmas gift done?
Any craft items on your toilet?**

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Sunday Thoughts

I sometimes think there's a disconnect between recognizing things we're thankful for and actually living like we know it. We do better with this as we mature and gather life experience because the contrast becomes more obvious, but there's a mortal tendency to see what we lack.


For example, I am thankful every single day for where I live. It isn't the home of my dreams and we don't even own it, but we lived with my parents (in freakin Eagle Mountain) for almost 4 years and felt homeless the entire time. It was the hardest thing we have ever had to do (no offense mom) and taught us a profound lesson about being thankful for your a place of your own, no matter what that place may be. I'm still not sure why we had to learn that lesson, but I can tell you that it is burned on my brain and in my heart and will never be forgotten.


I want to be the type of person (and I think I'm getting closer) who lives in "thanksgiving daily" for the life I have been given and the blessings I have received; they aren't less because they're different from everyone else.


I found this great talk by Joseph B. Wirthlin (you can read the entire thing here), and wanted to share a few of his thoughts.


"I believe that many people are unhappy because they have not learned to be grateful. Some carry the burden of bitterness and resentfulness for many years. Some pass their days as though suffering a deep sadness they cannot name. Others are unhappy because life didn’t turn out the way they thought it would.

“If only I had money,” some might say to themselves, “then I could be happy.”

“If only I were better-looking.”

“If only I were smarter.”

“If only I had a new car, a college degree, a job, a wife, hair that wasn’t so frizzy.” (Or, in my case, if only I had more hair or I were 12 inches taller.)

If we only look around us, there are a thousand reasons for us not to be happy, and it is simplicity itself to blame our unhappiness on the things we lack in life. It doesn’t take any talent at all to find them. The problem is, the more we focus on the things we don’t have, the more unhappy and more resentful we become.

Over the course of my years, I have met thousands of people. I have dined with the prosperous as well as the poverty-stricken. I have conversed with the mighty and with the meek. I have walked with the famous and the feeble. I have run with outstanding athletes and those who are not athletically inclined.


One thing I can tell you with certainty is this: You cannot predict happiness by the amount of money, fame, or power a person has. External conditions do not necessarily make a person happy. The Brethren who have had assignments in poorer countries report that despite the abject poverty, the people are very happy. The fact is that the external things so valued by the world are often the cause of a great deal of misery in the world.

Those who live in thanksgiving daily, however, are usually among the world’s happiest people. And they make others happy as well."

P.S. Lelly is carrying over last week's SPT Challenge and it's a great one that goes perfectly with gratitude and living in thanksgiving daily. You don't have to be invited to participate, just join!

"your challenge this week is to find a quiet moment. give thanks for all that you have been given, all that you have given in this past year. take advantage of a pocket of an afternoon when you can slip away and be thank-full. we can all make time for this very important date with ourselves, with only our shadow along for company."

Happy Birthday
Christina & Lelly!!


**Have you learned any lessons the hard way?
Is gratitude an effort for you?
Do you know people who live in Thanksgiving Daily?**

Saturday, November 24, 2007

That kind of day

I'm ashamed to say, but am admitting it here, that I slept in until 10:20 today. What in the world? I don't know how that happened except that I was dreaming a lot and must have been actively participating in my dream life instead of my real one (it wasn't even a particularly juicy or exciting dream even). Sheesh. I flew out of bed in a panic even though I didn't have anything I HAD to do today.


Randy was super handy today (I love it when he's handy) and hung the outdoor Christmas lights and scrubbed the bathroom ceiling and walls for me. Before you think he cleans the bathrooms on a regular basis (I don't know if he ever has actually) he was only doing this for me because I can't reach well enough. I usually stand on a chair, wear my protective eyewear and reach as best I can, but it just hasn't been working well enough.


You see, there's no fan in our bathroom so ventilation is a problem (even though we have a window in there) so moisture collects on the walls and ceiling and after awhile it gets moldy. It grosses me out so I use Clorox Clean-up (it has bleach) to clean it. I recently asked Randy if he'd give it a whirl for me since he could reach better and would be able to really scrub it. Now our house smells like a swimming pool, but the bathroom is shiny white!


I spent several hours sorting through papers in my scrapbook room today (I shouldn't even call it that because I haven't scrapbooked in 2 years!, maybe I should call it the blogging room instead.) I could not believe the amount of papers I had stashed in files but that were in no apparent order. I ended up having a huge bag of stuff to recycle and then other stuff left to organize. It never ends, but I'm getting better at letting stuff go.


I ended up going to the movies with Lori and Robyn to see "August Rush" (sweet, but disappointing) and then to Pizza Factory to share a Never On Sundae for dessert. It was our first sister-type outing since Robyn's return from Australia...good times.

Now for some good mail catch-up...


Whitney got some seriously good mail from Natasha's daughter Luci yesterday. She got a postcard, and 3 books! Wow, she has no idea how lucky she is to be getting good mail at the age of 7, and Luci is a very generous and prolific pen pal.

Claudia loves these fern cards and recently sent me a note on one. I have learned over the years that she loves stationery so much that the act of choosing to send one of her beloved cards is a gift itself, so even if she doesn't write a lot in it she still considers it a gift.


I got this nice thank you card from Marla (I don't have her blog address, but she comments sometimes) thanking me for the good mail labels and note cards I sent her. She was my first Etsy customer, thanks Marla!

Jessie sent me this great thank you note full of wonderful words. She's a great writer, so it's always a treat to get a note from her and to read her blog.

Natasha sent me this cute gingerbread man cookie cutter and her gingerbread recipe. Whitney is so excited to make these. Thanks!

Amie sent me this thank you card yesterday. I always enjoy the little notes she writes on the envelopes of the cards she sends me, she always cracks me up even if she's not trying to do so.

Claudia used one of her most precious pieces of stationery to send me this beautiful note this week. I love her fancy writing and her cute enclosure as well.


Melinda surprised me by sending this huge envelope with this squishy floor mat and a toile note card with a sweet message inside it. I had stood on hers last month at the blogger's brunch and had commented about how my feet always hurt when I stand in the kitchen for a long time. I hadn't thought another thing about it, but she remembered me saying that and found this cute one for me. Thanks Melinda that was so nice! It's so soft, I enjoy standing on it at the sink and will have to move it so I can stand on it the next time I bake.

P.S. I'm still trying to catch up on all the blog reading I missed while on vacation last week. I'm all or nothing so don't be offended if you haven't heard from me, I'll get there.


**Have you sent or received any
good mail lately?
How much of your kids' stuff do you save?
Do you have a squishy floor mat?
Are you picky about your stationery?
Do you ever have to scrub your ceiling?**

Friday, November 23, 2007

Turkey Hats & Chocolate Slop


The night before Thanksgiving was spent making pies while on the phone with Amie. We were both making Michelle's Chocolate Cream pie so we put on our headsets and made them at the same time. It was a fun way to do it and made the process enjoyable instead of tedious. (I'm surprised they turned out alright considering the laughing and conversation going on.)


Our Thanksgiving went really well this year. I didn't feel any of the family tension I made reference to in yesterday's post, so either the tense family members weren't there or the planets aligned and everyone was happy to be there.


My cousin (who teaches kindergarten) had a craft prepared for all the little kids. They loved gluing the feathers onto their turkeys and I got no end of delight from seeing them wear their hats around. It seemed like a serious humiliation to me. Whitney made one, but wouldn't wear it for long and Landon didn't even make one.

{Randy's Plate}

I ate more yesterday than I have in year's past, which must mean that my kids are self-sufficient enough that I had more time to chow-down at the table with the adults. That's a good thing and yet, my ever-expanding self really should know when to say "when."


The great grandkids all performed a talent for the entertainment portion of the day, and that is always amusing. Landon read a Thanksgiving poem he got from school and Whitney showed pictures she'd drawn in one of her notebooks (she looked tortured as usual).


The highlight was my cousin Ashley's 4 kids singing "The Broken Road" by Rascal Flatts, they were pretty good and oh so cute.


The dads and some of the moms (not me) took the kids down the hill for a hayride on my uncle's trailer. It was seriously cold yesterday, so I'm surprised the kids were so excited to go. I stayed at the house and hung out with Lori, my cousin Ashley and my grandma.We ended up having a good conversation and even learned a couple family tidbits from my grandma. She's not very forthcoming with information, but every now and again she'll reveal something amusing about my mom and her sisters from when they were kids.


My pies turned out well even though my Pecan Pie looked like I found it on the side of the road and my chocolate cream pie looked more like chocolate slop (when cut into pieces)...at least they tasted good and got eaten.


After the festivities at my aunt's house we headed out to freakin Eagle Mountain to hang out at my parents' house. Since Adam and Amy's family were in St. George with her parents, it was just Robyn, Lori, me and my mom hanging out while my dad and Randy watched tv. It was pretty fun, though not the norm for our gatherings.



Today has been spent mainly (3 hours!!) helping Whitney clean her bedroom. It seems like we just did this, but that girl accumulates crap like nobody's business. It makes me so crazy. I have to make a concerted effort to be a nice, helpful mom instead of a ranting, crazed mom (though she sneaks out every now and again). I can't believe it took so long, but I kept finding more and more boxes, bags and stashes of papers, candy, wrappers, pencils, crayons and pens every time I moved on to a new area. I don't know how she manages to do this over and over again, but she does. Aargh!



**How was your holiday?
Did you overeat?
Did your pies turnout?
Do you cook while on the phone?
How often do you have to dejunk?**