24 April 2015

Flashback Friday


July 2006

Kimberly & Timothy

look alike cousins...with Jon & Cecily in the background
if you notice...the other post from today mentions Cecily...

U is for...


Unanswered

Okay...I'm reaching with this one, because I'm using the last word of a talk.

Yesterday...I spent time on the phone with Cecily.

Everyone needs a Cecily in their life...because not all of us can have this particular Cecily, she is human, she can't be everywhere...but those of us who have her, we're fortunate.

Long story short (because there's rarely a short phone call with her), after perhaps the 3rd or 4th time that the phone call was ending...she brought up a talk...and sometimes I am smart and I wrote it down.

And this morning, I read my scriptures...I took a picture of my Squinkies for my daughters (don't you just wonder sometimes?) and then I sat down to pay bills and I put the talk on youtube...

And folks...make time for this talk.

It's an hour.

Spend an hour of your life with this video...I mean, think of all the time that is wasted...this will NOT be a wasted hour.


Thank you Cecily.

23 April 2015

T is for...


Temper Tantrum

Putting my thinking cap on...trying to come up with a topic that started with 'T'...and temper came to mind...then temper tantrum...and then, I smiled...

Because what memories I have.

And, although, back in the day, it was not fun...and I did not smile...years later, I smile at the memory and that we both survived unscathed.

These particular ones that I'm thinking of were when I was about to come uncorked on my daughter because there was NO getting through...there was NO soothing...NO reasoning...NO stopping of screaming...nada...it would not end...and while I didn't always behave in the best manner...the ones that I'm thinking of right now would be the times when I would keep my mouth clamped shut and pick up that screaming and thrashing little girl of mine and carry her to the car...buckle her in the backseat... (and bless her heart, even in her complete inability to cope with anything, there was still some brains functioning and she wouldn't unbuckle) and then, I would turn that car on, turn some rock music on REAL LOUD and head to Ogden Canyon...

And that drive, the one lane going doing all those turns...the slowing for upcoming curves, the speeding up through the curves... it was soothing. For me...she would still be carrying on in the backseat. Quite impressively, I might add.

And when we came out of the canyon, I had a spot where I would park...overlooking the water. And I'd roll down the windows, turn off the car and stare at the water. And breathe. And wait. And eventually, she'd wind down. And the backseat would eventually become quiet. And after awhile, her little voice would say something, "mom...?"

(dang...i just teared up...i miss those years...they went too fast...i am like many moms and wish i could go back and do it over again knowing what i know now...)

And all would be well.

And when we were ready, we would head home. Minus the loud music. Minus the screaming.

Every once in awhile, I did it right.

22 April 2015

S is for...


SURVIVOR!!!

yes...that is in caps. yes, i yelled it.

i was wondering what to blog about that starts with 'S'...and then was DUH!

i am a survivor fan.

if i could swim, if i could even doggie paddle, i would be sending in an audition tape twice a year. i would be chosen just so i would stop bothering them.

i hope and wish that one of my family members will go on the show...and then, have me be the family member that visits (because, of course, they would make it that far...why go if you're not going to make it to the end?). and hopefully, it wouldn't be a swimming challenge.

in all the years that this show has been on, i have only missed one episode.

it was years and years ago. before dvr's. it was a school event. i was being a mom. we came home, went to the vcr to rewind the tape (because it was set to record), but...no rewind. because the stinking machine hadn't recorded it.

i still haven't forgiven that machine.

the reason i got a cell phone was because of survivor. i was going to be in provo at byu's women's conference with my sisters when the finale aired...and i HAD TO experience that with my children. so...i got a cell phone so i could call them and we could watch it together and talk during commercials....(remember watching commercials? i love that joey and how it skips ahead for me) and i have had a cell phone ever since.

(i do miss the old school game snake...i conquered that game...)

so. from richard and rudy....to boston rob...to ozzy...to russell the crazy idol finder...

i love this show.

and yes, i spread the love and have gotten others to be regular viewers.

and yes, my children can give a pretty good stand up routine about their mom making them watch it, but that's okay. it's good to give your children things to "complain" about.

(i think they love that i love it how i do...)

the day this show isn't renewed...it'll be a black day in my life.

black.

i will wear black.

i will wave my fist at the sky and hope there's some sort of butterfly effect towards the people who take it away from me.

i am perfectly okay with jeff probst doing the show when he is old and frail.

(remember his stupid jet ski entrance with the final votes that one year?)

okay...i'm going to go now...and watch survivor...


21 April 2015

R is for...


Restaurant Morelia

More specifically, Restaurant Morelia located at 6098 S. State Street in Salt Lake City, Utah.

Oh, how I love that place.

More specifically, oh...how I love their Chile Verde Enchiladas...made with flour tortillas instead of corn tortillas.

I can't even really write any more about it...because I'm still a few months out from getting to eat there...so...I'll just leave it at that...

I love my chile verde enchiladas at Morelias.

Love.


(picture from yourheartout.com)



Q is for...


Quotes.

If you've ever noticed, I have a few quotes on the sidebars of my blog here...

Run when you can,
walk if you have to,
crawl if you must...
but finish the race.

And...

When we're thankful, we just say thanks and go on down the road...but when we're grateful, we're gonna give it to somebody else... - Tennie McCarty

And...I thought I had this one, but apparently, I don't...so I will need to fix that:

Every single moment of our lives, whether born of joy or pain, has the potential for grace realized. - Mary Mae Ward

And then...a most beautiful prayer called 'The Serenity Prayer'...we hear the first part here and there throughout our lives, but it continues on:

God, grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.

Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
Taking, as He did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will make all things right
if I surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with Him
Forever in the next.
Amen.

- Reinhold Niebuhr, 1943

 (feel free to share one of your favorite quotes in the comments)

P is for...


Piano...

Oh, it's a double...Playing Piano.

I am grateful that mom gave me my first reading lesson on my 5th birthday AND my first piano lesson.

Turning 5 was a big deal.

I am grateful for the skills that I have...that I can pound out (another 'p') emotions on the keys.

How someone can call and say, "Can you play this for me?" and I respond, "Probably, what is it?"

I'm not as good as my mom...she was a pianist.

I play the piano...I'm not a pianist...

And I'm not as good as a couple of siblings...but that's okay. I feel no competition, I am just glad to know how to do what I do...

I miss sitting down, starting to play, and having a sister and/or daughter come out and start singing with me or by themselves.

I remember the day I perfected, "O, That I Were an Angel"...because that was something my big brother would pound out and I felt like I was part of an elite club....

I remember stretching and stretching and reaching and trying to be able to play an octave and a key...and when I had that, I then worked to play +2...because mom did +1...and the day I did it. And I called into the kitchen, "Did you hear that? Do you know what I did?"

And my mom, the pianist, called back, "Yes...I know what you did.." and she walked to the corner and peeked over at me and was smiling and told me good job.

Because she was a terrific cheerleader like that. She let me have my small win.

So maybe 'P' is really for my parent...who taught me to read words and music...

I love my piano.