Daily Affirmation

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

Monday, June 29, 2009

Mema's Big Vacation

I've been making my preparations for my upcoming vacation. I'm not actually going anywhere - my vacation is coming to me this time. Katie and Mia will be arriving Wednesday evening from Puerto Rico, and then the fun begins! (I just hope I can keep up!) We'll be celebrating Mia's 3rd birthday while she's here. (Her birthday is actually today - HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIA!!!) So there's a party to prepare for, swimming skills to view, and lots of playing to be done. The following week the other grandchildren arrive with Ronna in tow: Lexi and Matthew. Besides the birthday party, we have a beach day planned all together (sandy peanut butter & jelly sandwiches, cold drinks, sand castles, digging for sand crabs) and a baby shower for Katie. I'm really excited to have everyone here, and I've been imagining all the fun we'll have.

I bought some new toys for the kids to play with, like this cute fairy tower!
L and I spent an hour or so putting it together, and I can't wait for the little girls to catch sight of it! Our house is small, and space is at a premium, so I also bought a big bean bag chair so a couple of the kids can lounge in it to watch movies. When we were growing up, we always had a bean bag chair, and also an assortment of huge floor pillows that my grandma had sewn up, in the family room so it was always comfy to watch TV. I love bean bag chairs, so I was happy to order one from Pottery Barn Kids. L tested it out and pronounced it "very cozy." Birthday presents are bought, and I've even got Disney Princess dishes for the little girls to eat out of. I had even bigger plans, but I realized I had to get a grip and stop spending. Now, if I can just manage to get my rest and eat properly...
L will make sure I'm managed while he's here, but the weekend of the 11th he'll be taking off to visit Andrew in Provo. After the commotion at our house, he'll need some quiet time, so the two Norman men can go off together and do their quiet Norman thing together. But while he's gone I think it will be a SLUMBER PARTY WEEKEND at my house! I haven't had some total girl time in quite awhile, so we can all stay up late talking (well, I may last until 11 or so...) and L can get some rest and relaxation on his end. It'll be perfect. No, wait. It'd be perfect if I lived at the beach. But it'll be near perfect. And just when I can't take any more fun, it'll be time to go back to work, and get some rest.
I still need to go shopping, and make sure I have the food we'll need. Any ideas? What do 3 year olds (and a 1 year old) like to eat? I'm guessing the usual: chicken nuggets, maybe some fish sticks, and some good fruit. But for the big girls, the first item on my list is Trader Joe's JoJo Cookies. In vanilla. And chocolate.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Celebs Come & Go, but Family is Forever

Not to appear insensitive, but is anyone else besides me feeling no grief at all over Michael Jackson's passing? I'm not even feeling the loss of a great artist. I'm mostly feeling that I won't have to get creeped out every time I look at him anymore. Good riddance. Is that mean? Condolences to the family and all of that, but he was not a healthy contributor to society. And so now all of those blood suckers who enabled the wierdness and perversions will have to find someone else to live off of. Too bad they couldn't have tried to help him before it was too late.

I did feel some sadness at Farrah Fawcett's passing, however. For one thing, she was just so beautiful that she was fascinating to look at. Almost unreal. But in a larger and much better sense, she displayed such grace and courage in the face of her illness. I liked that she was shaking her fist at cancer almost until the end, when she gracefully accepted it. I don't know much about her other than that - I wasn't a fan, didn't keep tabs on her. I watched the documentary of her fight with cancer that aired on TV about a month ago, and I was impressed with her spunk, and her love of life. I'm sorry she didn't get to grow up to be an old woman.
On a lighter note, I got to go out with my son Scott last night to grab a bite to eat, and have one of our famous nosh sessions. This is where we have a good time eating, and he tells me a lot about what's going on in his life. The evening did not disappoint. Every since he was a little boy, I've always been impressed with his thoughtfulness, and the pithy things he'll say. He is a young man of great depth and perception, but also great quirkiness. I like that. He makes me laugh. He reads books, loves movies, and has a (so far) nice girlfriend, who has the thickest hair I've ever seen. I mean that in a good way - it's incredible. But I digress.
We had a good time, as we always do. I took Scott with me to a business dinner a couple of weeks ago with physicians and sales reps, and he totally held his own. My sales reps loved him. He's clever, funny, and smart - as are all of my kids. *nodding vigorously* We have a good time together - sometimes too good. That's when L retreats to the sanctuary of his office for the rest of the evening, to get away from the hilarity and noisy silliness of it all.
So in conclusion: I don't miss Jacko, I'm a little sad about Farrah, but my kids totally make me laugh. Most of the time. Life is good.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Happy Father's Day!

Yesterday was Father's Day. L and I spent a busy morning doing our time at church (me accompanying the Primary children for the required "When Daddy Comes Home"). The service was a little wacky - nothing feel-good like we get on Mother's Day. We had 2 high council speakers - does that pretty much say it all? One rambled on and on about his brother in law who plays professional baseball, and by the time he was finished I had no idea what his point was. The other prefaced his remarks by saying that if we were expecting a feel-good Father's Day talk, this wasn't going to be it. 'Nuff said.

After church, we went over to Mom and Dad's, and took them dinner. Mom had back surgery a few weeks ago, and Dad has been taking care of her. He needed a little break - they probably both did. We fixed Katie's yummy Crock Pot Sweet Chicken. (1 can Diet Coke, 1 c brown sugar, 1 jar mango or peach salsa - or just a fruity sweet salsa - all combined with about 3-4 chicken breasts. You cook that all day, baby, and it just shreds apart.) We made it into huge taco salads with blackened corn, pine nuts, and homemade tomatillo sauce. Mom said she hadn't been eating much, but I noticed she was able to eat all of her salad. As for Dad - we heard very little out of him during dinner. I think he was a happy boy. We also had chips and salsa - L made his famous salsa. So good! For dessert, I'd made a big old chocolate cake. I got the recipe from NieNie's blog (you can find the link to the right and below), which came from the blog Conversations With A Cupcake. It was very easy to make, but if I made it again, I think I'd use milk chocolate, rather than semisweet. Very rich, very VERY chocolately. Again - no complaints from Dad (or mom - a real chocolate fan) so I think it was well received.
It was a nice chunk of time spent with both of them. I was so happy to see Mom looking so well - she is so little and dainty looking, but such a hardy pioneer type after all the surgery. Must be due to my dad's great care. He has always looked after all of us, and it gives me pleasure to be able to look after him once in awhile.
One of my most favorite memories is of a time when most of us were down with the flu, and my dad was trotting in and out of rooms holding a silver tray with glasses of 7Up, making sure our stomachs were settled. On Saturdays he would always get up, go to the kitchen, and stir up a batch of waffles or pancakes. My favorite was pancakes, but it was usually waffles. We'd all eventually be in the kitchen talking, setting the table, and eventually eating our syrupy mapley goodness. Another time he decided to make pumpkin pies from fresh pumpkins. I think they were a little watery, but we didn't care. My mother is the elegant cook, but he is a brave cook, rarely looking at a recipe. He didn't usually (other that Saturdays) venture into the kitchen to make a mess, but I used to love it when he did, because it was always a culinary adventure.

So it was a treat, yesterday, to cook for Dad. He does love a good meal, and since my mom's been down after surgery, I think he was hungry for someone else's cooking. He kept saying over and over "This is the BEST Father's Day I've ever had!" Well, I doubt that, but it was really kind of him to say so. Before we left I snapped a couple of pictures - the one of him solo above, and the one of them together, below. It's a good picture of both of them. My mother lamented, "Oh, I look like an old lady!" to which Dad replied, "Well, you ARE an old lady - you're 78!" That's my dad - no tact, no charm - just pure love and admiration in his eyes when he looks at my mom. I feel lucky to have grown up with such a character for a father. He's given us a million laughs (mostly at his expense) but he's also taught my brothers and me how to be good people. How to work hard, and give things your best effort. How to raise our own children to be good people. He's been a great example to all of us, and has shown us (especially my children and me) great kindness through the years. For everything you've been to all of us, I love you, Dad!


Thursday, June 18, 2009

Breaking the Habit

When I first went outside this morning, the sun was shining, and it looked to be such a pretty day. But I was aching all over. Arthritis flareup. I got into the car and drove south to work, and the sky began to look like this:
You know, when you go out, and the sun is trying to shine, but there are still some heavy clouds? But there's a freshness in the air, and the promise of the day is exciting and optimistic. You just know the sun is coming out, and good things are going to happen. And I was hopeful in my acheyness.
I ached when I went to bed last night, and I was having a hard time figuring out why. I always think there must be a reason why. Our bodies go haywire for a reason, I figure - it can't be mere serendipity. So I prayed about it, and I thought, and I thought, and I fell asleep...finally...and woke up at 2:14 am with an idea. SUGAR. The past week, I've baked, coworkers have baked, and the candy bowl at work that holds those little tiny candy bars was (finally) refilled. I've overloaded on sugar, and I've been told a million times that sugar causes inflammation. Why is it that you can know something, but still ignore it - like the rule is for everyone but you?
So today, I was determined to be my own science experiment. I ate good protein for breakfast, and for lunch, I took the time to gather some baby lettuce leaves from my garden to put in a salad with tomato, baby carrots (I like my food tender and sweet!), and goat cheese. That, and half of a turkey pesto sandwich (Trader Joe's!) was lunch. I've been guzzling water all day, and guess what? The achiness has all but gone. So, I think I have a testimony that I need to keep a lid on my sugar intake. And I have a testimony that our prayers are answered when we really need to find an answer to a problem. I'm kind of stoked about that.
I often feel like the amateur MD - I'm very interested in what makes us sick, what makes us better, and what keeps us healthy. I realize sugar really isn't good for anyone, but I guess I can conclude that it REALLY isn't good for me. That was pretty much confirmed.
Today at work, my coworker and I had a particularly tedious afternoon. When we'd finished the horrible task we had to do, how did we celebrate? With Diet Coke floats, of course! Well, I guess I've got the idea half right. Baby steps.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Installing Fun


I had the most awesome drive into work today! My only regret is that I didn't have camera with me. First of all, a convertible BMW zoomed by me on the toll road, top down. Who was driving it? A full-on clown, multicolored wig, makeup, and all! That kind of got my heart pumping about the kind of day it was going to be, let me tell you. I'm sad to say that this clown was smoking, but we'll just forget about that little detail. It was a CLOWN! At 8:30 in the morning!
I got off the freeway at my exit, and I was stopped behind a truck with license plates that said: SWNGST2. I love,love, love clever license plates, so I figured out it was "Swing Set 2." The frame around the plate read "We Install Fun." I passed the truck as we headed up Alicia Parkway, and it turned out to be a company that installs swing sets, jungle gyms, trampolines - in other words, FUN.
Some of my best memories of childhood revolve around our old swing set. We would do circus tricks from the bars, and we'd try to swing as high as we could, and then jump off. It felt like you were flying for a brief second. Amazing. We had a trampoline, too, and we learned to do all kinds of flips and fancy jumps. Such good times.
It made me wish, as I turned into the work parking lot, that I was on my way to install some fun for someone.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Gaining Perspective

Rough weekend. Andrew is back in the hospital. They're having a hard time getting his meds right, poor guy. At least he's in a safe place, and we don't have to worry about him doing something dangerous.
Saturday was the day of one of the most difficult funerals I've ever had to attend. By the time it was over I was completely wrung out, and so was L. I was glad we were there to lend support, but we were emotionally spent by the time we left. L just wanted to go home and change his clothes, hoping to shed the sadness at the same time, I think. We did that, and then headed for the beach to the same spot we sat when his brother passed 5 years ago: the bluff above Corona del Mar. We sat there and looked at the ocean, and the boats, and the seals, and all the crazy people in the water on such a cool day. It was heaven, which was what we wanted to be close to when thinking of loved ones lost. We both felt a little better knowing/feeling that Ryan and Tiffany were together somewhere. Thank goodness for eternal families, and all of the promises that go along with them. It keeps me giving each day a good try, especially when the day is good not so much.
We both came home (after a frozen banana on Balboa Island) feeling a little bit better about things. It was nice to sit quietly with my true companion, overlooking a gorgeous vista, talking of spiritual, eternal things - and regain a perspective of how it's all supposed to work. A little quiet in the storm.

Friday, June 12, 2009

A Trek Through the 'Hood

First of all, I'd like to thank all of you for your well wishes and prayers on behalf of Andrew. He's out of the hospital, and currently in a sort of "halfway house," where he can be supervised while he evens out a bit. He has so much insight as to his condition, and how/why it deteriorated that it's helping his recovery immensely. He's not fighting treatment, he's embracing it. For anyone who's been through this process, that's huge. So thank you, thank you, thank you. All of your/our/his efforts have paid off so far.
The past week has been sort of a blur, with medical conditions and information changing, seemingly by the hour. We would get used to one set of information, only to have it blown away by the next update. Exhausting. L and I took a few long walks this week to excercise, yes - but more just to clear our heads.
We've built up our endurance (well, I've built up my endurance. L could hike all day) and now we're going more than 3 miles. We had been going along the eastern half of a long trail we like, but now we're venturing back into the western half. It winds around the back part of big yards and horse properties, and some of the properties are really random. I regret not bringing my camera to capture the completely bizarre quality of some of these places, and also the interesting homes and animals we've become fond of as we travel by. I'm going to do that one day soon, so you'll know I'm not making this up. Yorba Linda is a community of extremes - you can be walking along in a group of million dollar plus properties, and then suddenly there's an odd, dead tree shrouded property that's like something out of the Munsters stuck right in the middle of it all. I love that kind of patchwork wierdness. (Well, as long as it's not my neighborhood, anyway.)
For example, mid-way through the trail we pass by our donkey friends, Carlos and Dennis. They each have little house-like barns with their names hung on signs. One sign proclaims that Dennis is an Attack Donkey, although he just calmly eats his hay when we walk by. A little further along we pass the Sanford & Sons/Jed Clampett abode: it's full of lots of gardening pots of all shapes and sizes, dead grape vines, wagon wheels, old bikes, a large, person-sized sculptural grave marker with the name "Dennis" carved on it, and at the very end, a faded sign advertising Cockatiels for sale, and the prices. There's also a weatherbeaten gazebo that houses green plastic patio chairs. Everything is weed choked, and I never see any people. Coming up on your left, is the darling Craftsman cottage with the Minnie Mouse flag hung from the porch. Flowers are planted, and its charming. Directly across from that house is the Adams Family house (are ya starting to see the TV era I come from?) : dead trees, weeds, dead orchard out back with lots of machinery and "equipment" scattered about. Oh, and peacocks. You never actually see the peacocks, but you can hear them. Oh, you can hear them... all night long, I'm sure.
From there on, it's pretty normal. Not always pretty, but nothing too startling, until you get to the house on your right that has the huge antique windmill from somewhere in Texas (the town name is on it, but I can't remember what it is now), and the cactus that is almost as tall. That property also has a sign telling you to BEWARE: both the horse and the dog bite. Hmmmm... all I've ever seen the horse bite is hay, and I've never seen a dog. Adjacent to that, there's a huge log cabin kind of house. Really - made out of logs, and all the houses around it are normal tract type houses. Awesome.
One of my favorite parts of the trail winds behind the Nixon Library. It's quiet and pretty. You can see the old Nixon house through the bushes (with the Nixons' graveyard residence close by, so it could be a little creepy if its really dark, and you're alone), and then you pass the Presidential helicopter, there for tours. It's a great piece of property, with lots of history, and it's pretty to look at while you're huffing and puffing by.
Most of the trail is uneventful, except for the bunnies that come out to feed at twilight. Sometimes L tries to scare them, but I get mad at him. Mostly it's just dogs, and horses, and the odd cat looking at us, while we look back at them. Oh - and the man who is always in the same chair, and always watching TV - no matter what time it is. It's relaxing to my brain, and the long walk gives L and I the chance to have some good conversation and discussion at the end of the day. By the time we get back, we've been able to hash our problems over, and have a few laughs. And hopefully, hopefully, have dropped a pound or so.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Big Things in Small Packages

I read my friend Natalie's blog last week, where she talked about the importance of looking for the small things in our lives that make everyday living sweeter. (Please click her big blue button "Snarky Belle" to the right and below to read her post) You know - the little things we take for granted, or don't otherwise notice because we're looking for the Big Answers to our problems and prayers, like angel visitations. So, I decided to take stock - an inventory, if you will - of all of the little everyday blessings I received over the weekend. I decided that life was better than I thought it was, and I'm convinced - no, ASSURED - that I am, just as all of us are, watched over, and loved, and sent beautiful little gifts every day to give us quiet respite, small joys, and peace. So here is my list:
1. L is always glad to see me come home. And I'm excited to be home with him. After nine years, our favorite company is still each other.
2. We make each other laugh - even when things are not so laughable.
3. We snuggled while watching TV in bed - the best part of the day.
4. My cucumber plant has a flower on it.
5. My pepper plant has several baby peppers hanging off of it.
6. We used fresh cilantro from our garden in our tacos on Sunday.
7. I heard Mia talk over the phone in her sweet baby voice.
8. Even though I hardly excercised last week, I didn't gain a pound. (The tenderest of mercies!)
9. I started to read my new book (written by friend Sue) and found I wasn't so far off the mark after all. (Always a relief. I tend to be an odd duck sometimes.)
10. My gray roots are not as grown out as they usually are at this time
11. L and I ran down to Corona del Mar for dinner on Friday night (we have a little favorite place), and while we were eating I looked up and saw Kobe Bryant walk in. But that wasn't the good part. The good part was watching how excited L got. He had to go refill his Diet Coke so he could get a good look at Kobe while he was standing there placing his food order. Just like a ten year old boy. That gave me a little smile for the rest of the evening, and whenever I think about it.

So my conclusion is that we have friends and family here with us on earth to act as stand-in angels, and to comfort us. I'm guessing we have the chance to play the same role for others (so I'd better look for those opportunities!) And then there's Kobe Bryant, the unwitting angel, who gave my Lakers fan a little thrill, and a big smile on Friday night just by stopping in to fetch dinner for the family. By the way, Kobe drives a pearl white Cadillac Escalade with some seriously tinted windows.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

The Long & Winding Road

Life has been a little bumpy lately. Really really bumpy. A few years ago, L's youngest brother passed away, leaving his wife and 3 young children. Now this last week, his young widow, our sister, found life here just too painful, and decided to leave her children, and all of us. She hadn't been well for years, and was a source of constant worry, but STILL...it's hard to wrap your mind around it. It breaks my heart to think of anyone being that sad and hopeless. And those poor, poor kids...
In addition to that, we've watched a young man, our son, fight his way back to a whole life, and then last week, almost without warning, he started spinning out of control, and spiraling downward again. He's hospitalized, in lockdown, again. How does this happen???

When life sucker punches me like this, I try to figure out what I'm supposed to get out of the experience. Surely, there must be something. I have had friends offer unexpected help. I hadn't even known they'd been through the experience. Pure, unselfish, beautiful offers of help. Almost more than the help itself, was just having the offer. Amazing kindness. And I will take them up on it, as soon as I can sort out my questions. So maybe one thing I'm supposed to learn is how to accept offers of help. I think another thing is to listen very carefully to that still, small voice telling me to keep my hope alive. Don't become cynical or hopeless. Two years ago L, gave this son a beautiful blessing that all of his hopes and dreams could be realized. I hang onto that promise with both hands. In the meantime, we pray, we hope, we educate ourselves about his illness. And we keep our faith, and build our hopes on the success of others like him. I rely on, and find peace in L's quiet strength, and likewise give him some relief in my own brand of strength. (Mine is a little more intense and wacky, but it seems to work for him.) All of these are little things, that without pain or sorrow would probably go largely unnoticed. But it's these small things that are so soothing to the soul.


Tonight L and I went for a walk together. We held hands, as we walked down the trail. We talked about Tiffany, and what would become of her three little ones, and how we could help. I'm thankful for this good man, and, if I have to live through painful times, I'm grateful that I can be side by side with him. He helps me to be brave. He helps me to see the bigger picture - the eternal picture. And that is what helps me to get beyond the sadness. I hate pain. Pain is crap. But sometimes the crap is what opens our eyes to learning important lessons about family, and love, and patience, and why we're here.


Stay the course, Andrew. Fight hard. And Tiffany - you are with Ryan now, surrounded by only love. Rest in peace.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Coming Up For Air

Happy Thursday! Remember me? It's been a week since I've blogged, and it feels like more. In fact, every day this week has seemed like at least two. Should have been Friday at least 3 days ago, in my opinion. A short preface: our son in Utah is struggling mightily with some health issues that we're concerned about, at work we had a visitor this week from Minneapolis, and somehow, SOMEHOW, entertaining her became my task on Monday and Tuesday, my mother had back surgery on Tuesday, my son Scott's 26th birthday was yesterday, and there was a celebration in order there. Combine this with the fact that a fellow book club member talked me into reading the Harry Potter series, and now all of my dreams (when I can relax enough to sleep anyway) are filled with flashes of light and wierd creatures, and action. Lots of action. I guess I could sum it all up by telling you, my dear friends, that LIFE has happened to me, and it's kind of kicked my butt this week. I think, starting tonight, that I'm going to start reading my friend Sue's book (that she very kindly sent me) to get my head in the right place, and to RELAX.
L and I were already concerned about our Utah son, as he seemed to take a turn for the worse over the weekend. It seems to be now- at least temporarily - getting under control, and he has a good support system between doctors and family, so I think we'll be OK here. Eventually. But it takes a lot out of you to worry, you know? So I started Monday feeling a little tired.
When I got to work, our visitor from Minneapolis didn't have anything to do that evening so I was chosen/assigned/told to take her to a dinner we were hosting for one of our hospital groups. One problem: she was in Torrance and needed a ride to OC. My husband works in Torrance, so he kindly offered to pick her up. It gave him the freedom to use the car pool lane, making his trip only 45 minutes, rather than an hour and a half. Deal! The only problem is that he promised her that, after the dinner, we would take her to Downtown Disney to shop for a gift for her 3 year old. (thanks, honey...) The dinner was great, conversation lively, food good, but by 8pm I was tired. And we still had Downtown Disney ahead of us. She had a great time, and it was fun to show a California newbie around, but by the time we finished with that, got her to her hotel, and got back home it was 11:30pm...and I get up at 5:30am.
Tuesday dawned wa-a-a-ay too early, but ya gotta do what ya gotta do. And what I had to do was go in to work very late. I made it in by 10:30. (Did I tell you that I have a fantastic boss? Well, I do. Fantastic.) Work was hectic - lots of things going on, and to top it all off, my mother went in for back surgery that morning. I kept in touch with my dad on and off throughout the day, and finally at about 3:30 I left to go see her. I battled traffic over to Hoag Hospital and spent a couple of hours with her. She's a champ! 5 hours in surgery, and she was still carrying on a lively conversation! More lively than me, anyway. I got home around 8:00 and tried to relax with a little TV - the Mentalist - but it was 10:00 before I could really relax enough to sleep. And then I woke up every hour.
Sooooo, yesterday I thought would be a very bad day, but surprisingly I must have slept more than I thought because I felt pretty good. I was able to make it through the day, meet Scott for dinner at The Cheesecake Factory, and have a good time. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SCOTT!!I do love the time spent with my kids - they are always so much fun to be with, and this time was no exception. We had a yummy dinner, and took our dessert home for later. I can't remember what Scott had, but my dessert was the Lemoncello Cake. Oh my goodness... a lemon cloud!! So good...
So here we are today, and I'm back to being exhausted and very very achey. No Lemoncello Cake for me today. Just healthy food, and early bed after work. And if I can just make it through tomorrow, I'll be home free. It's been at least 2 weeks of living crammed into 3 days.
But I didn't even tell you the best part. Before all of this happened, last Saturday L and I went to see Guy Fieri at Disneyland - you know, the Diner's, DriveIns and Dives guy on the Food Network. It was SO MUCH FUN. He puts on the best show, and even though we didn't get into the part where you get to eat the cooking, (people were in line at 6am for that - YIKES!) we still enjoyed standing there and watching him cook and do his thing. L and I had such a nice day together that day, ending with beignets at Ralph Brennans Jazz House in Downtown Disney. It was pure fun, and rested our brains enough to cope with this hellish week. Ain't life grand? Every time it's a little too peaceful, or a little too much fun, I start getting nervous, looking over my shoulder for trouble. In times like these, I'm always glad that I know I have a loving Father who watches over us, and who can provide peace to our souls. I never have to doubt that there IS a plan to all of this. It would seem less like madness if I could read the actual plan from beginning to end, but I do have faith that there is a plan. And a learning curve. Always the learning curve. Which automatically makes me want to escape to Hawaii. Can you follow that logic? Swaying palm trees, ocean breezes, warm beaches. This little picture of the girls in my family (l to r: Aunt Margie, Grandma, me, Katie, Mom) at Katie's graduation from BYU Hawaii in 2003 takes me to my happy place. L and my dad are there somewhere too, or maybe they were on a malasada* run. {Big Smile} Yes, indeed.... my happy place.
*Dont' know what a malasada is? It's manna from heaven, pure and simple. Made fresh all day at Leonard's Bakery in Waikiki.

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