Daily Affirmation

The best things in life are free.
The second best are very expensive.
- Coco Chanel

Friday, January 23, 2009

Time Out & Time Gone

Can I just say what a nice time I had the other night having a quick dinner out with my youngest son? He sent me a text from work, asking if we could make good on his rain check for dinner, so we went out that night. I love having time out with him, because we always have the best talks. He is thoughtful, and full of good insight. I thoroughly enjoyed myself, and it was a wonderful couple of hours spent together. I wish we did that more often. It's a little tradition we've had for many years now - to have some one on one time - but as he's grown to adulthood, the times between outings have gotten longer. That's life. He is the only child who lives close, and so it's doubly precious time. So thanks, Scott, for a really nice evening.

On another note, we are leaving to go to Puerto Rico tomorrow morning... EARLY. Scott is driving us to LAX at about 5:30AM - it's too horrible to think about, so I just try to keep my eye on the prize: getting to Puerto Rico and beautiful beaches and warm weather and my little Mia. And Katie and Zach. Anyway, what this all means is that I won't be blogging for a week, so be patient. Check back sometime after the 31st, which is our return date. I hope I don't lose the 1 or 2 readers that I have, but I must vacation. It's time, and I'm getting cranky.

Stay well and healthy, and know that I'm having a wonderful time on a little island in the Carribean next to Cuba. But I'll be back, hopefully sportin' a good tan, and I'm sure I'll have some good stories to tell.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Island Lullaby

I've been having a hard time sleeping. I seem to get enough sleep, but I wake up every two hours, so it doesn't seem like good sleep. I think I'm tense about getting ready for our vacation to Puerto Rico next week - both work stuff and personnally getting ready to go. I've tried long walks in the evening to tire me out, I've tried not eating snacks before bed (hasn't really worked helping me lose weight either...), I've tried falling asleep to the TV (my preferred method) all to no avail.
Part of it, I think, is craving fresh air, while L hates having the window open. (Dust, train sounds, cars driving by, etc.) I wake up all hot, needing some cool air. But even when I secretly open the window (after L is safely snoring) I still have trouble staying asleep. What gives???

The past week has been hot and windy - the air is dry and nasty, and I've had allergies that make me stuffy, so that definately contributes too. I can't wait to get to PR, breathe that thick, humid air, tire myself out playing with Mia at the beach, and then fall asleep (hopefully) to the sound of ocean waves. I need this vacation even more than I thought I did, I think.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Nine Amazing Years

Today is our 9th wedding anniversary. We're almost to the double digits so it doesn't sound so newlywed-ish. Obviously, (since there are grown children and grandchildren involved) this is a second marriage for both of us. The first time around produced the kiddies, the years alone produced (for me, at least) a much improved grown-up me, and the last nine years have produced pure happiness, and a wonderful gratitude for the chance to love and be loved again. Has life been perfect? Definately not. Have there been problems? Most assuredly. But we face everything together, with one mind. It's bliss, and comfort, and deep, and warm all at the same time.
There have been so many trials endured, and milestones reached in the last nine years! Poor L - I don't know if he would have signed on if he'd known how much his peaceful life would be disrupted. But he's been a solid support and strength every step of the way - and in a few areas the trail got very thin and rocky.

A few of the events we've celebrated in the last nine years:
3 high school graduations. 1 son serving and completing a mission (like his older brother before him). 1 graduation from BYU Hawaii, 1 from Ohio State, 1 from Utah Valley University. 3 weddings. 3 grandchildren. 1 son-in-law accepted to medical school. Both of us have made it to our 50-year mark.

A few of the trials:
1 diagnosis of Rheumatoid Arthritis. 1 brother's death. 1 child's brush with drug abuse, resulting in being institutionalized for several months, and still struggling to get his life back. Another child's divorce. 1 employment lay-off.

Things we're grateful for:
Good jobs. Good insurance. Health that's gotten under control. Friends. Family. The Gospel. Marriage, love, and partnership that lasts an eternity. Traveling the road ahead together.
Tonight we're going to go out and celebrate the event-packed last nine years, and toast to the adventures that still lie ahead. With any luck, and lots of love, there will be many.


Monday, January 12, 2009

The game of Bunko & other ramblings

So game night was one big evening of bunko. I've never played that game, and I liked it because there is no skill at all involved. Just a bunch of crazy Mormons throwing dice - freaking hilarious. You don't have to keep track of cards, you don't have to have a strategy, you just roll dice. And if you don't roll a 6, or a 3, or whatever the number is, no worries. It's all good - you can't help it the dice don't cooperate. Anyway, we had a good time, and I'd do it again. I think we behaved ourselves, so I'm assuming there will be a next time.And there were treats! Veggies and dip, some crackers and cheese, and some little mini M&Ms in a bowl. L and I both had some of the M&Ms that everyone's grubby hands had touched, and now L is sick with a cold. Coincidence? I think not. That'll teach us to eat treats like greedy children. Anyway, I'm keeping my distance because I do NOT want to get a cold. We leave for Puerto Rico - sun, gorgeous beaches with aqua blue water, little coqui frogs AND my grandaughter Mia - in a week and a half.I must be well and healthy. I must, I must, I must. Other than that, my biggest concern is trying to find another bathing suit. I hate shopping for them. They never look good anyway, (and I am comparing myself to a Victoria's Secret model - an impossible standard at my age) so I cast fate to the winds, and usually mail order them. I have a nice one that I got last summer, but it's one of those that holds your tummy in and it's kind of uncomfortable. You look good, but it's like trying to relax in Spanx. So I'm trying to find another suit that will be comfortable while I play with Mia - and at the same time will not make me look blubby. Is that asking too much? If anyone has any good ideas I'm listening. Except not Modbe - I've already looked there, and they're a little too conservative even for me. I mean I'd like to have some skin showing to tan. Just a nice little one piecer or tankini - that's all I'm asking for. And plenty of sunscreen.

Friday, January 9, 2009

I'm Goin' to Game Night

I no sooner join a book club, than I start receiving Friday night invitations. I'm not saying the two are related. I don't know what I'm saying - it's just an odd coincidence. I want to put myself out there more. I really do. But when L and I got the invitation for tonight's "Game Night" we both looked at each other in despair. We hate games. Especially if it involves Pictionary or Trivial Pursuit, or anything where you're out there in front of everyone. But we do want to be more social, and it seems as if our efforts are making us some friends, and scoring us some invitations. (Actually, it's probably more due to L than to me: he was just called to be a counselor in Elder's Quorum - instant pulse on the populace.) (I am still calling-less, but I feel Primary Pianist or Girls Camp Leader - *shudder* - lurking in the wings. Don't think I can really attribute this new found "popularity" to the so-far-unattended book club.) *Whatever* I digress...

We decided, with not a little foreboding, to attend the old game night. We like the host couple quite a bit, and so we'll take a chance. Maybe it will be fun. Maybe I won't sulk if I'm not winning. Maybe there will be *treats.*

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Me In A Book Club

One of my resolutions for the new year is to get out more. I get really stingy and miserly with my time - especially after work. Thus, I rarely make time for friends, and thus, I hardly have any. So, can you believe it? - I joined a book club. A bunch of church ladies have a little group, and so I thought, well, I like to read, so why not? Why not is because I have this sinking feeling that it will be one of the nerdiest experiences of my life. But I have hope that it will prove to be rewarding instead. I'll let you know which one it is. All I know for sure is that there are always "treats" served. (of course... there are no church lady gatherings without *treats*)
And wouldn't you know it? The second I join (and suggest a book) they ask me to lead the discussion on said book (in this case, it's "Three Cups of Tea.") I loved that book, but I gave it to someone awhile back, and I can't remember who. Do any of you have it? I need to review so I don't come off like a complete idiot. This is going to be a year of changes. Let's hope I'm a kinder, gentler, more friendly me at the end of 2009.

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