Thursday, October 30, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
After I was through crying, she cheered up, and asked to go to daycare. I think she knew I would need her that morning.
My grandfather had suffered from Parkinson's disease, and recently had broken his hip and femur. I do think he was ready to go. Monday he called all 7 of his children to tell them he loved them. He knew it was time to go.
My grandpa was born in the early 1920s in a small agricultural building on his family's farm. He ended up being a very successful man, and he's always been such an example to me of hard work. He loved gardening, and has instilled in me a love of making things grow. He was a talented woodworker, and I'm blessed to have many of the things he made. He had recently (on September 25) celebrated his 64th wedding anniversary, and the relationship he shared with my grandmother is a great example. He left such a legacy, and I'll miss him. I do believe that he's now in a place where he can walk again, and is free from pain. And although I do think he was ready, it is still difficult to say goodbye.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
I was born a poor white girl in Kentucky - (just kidding) - I actually was born in Gary Indiana in the same hospital as Michael Jackson. I was the only white baby though, so I suppose the poor and white part is true ;). But, I actually don't remember much about where I was born, and my family moved around a lot when I was young. I moved to Northern Kentucky when I was 10, and I consider that to be where I grew up. Northern Kentucky is really just a suburb of Cincinnati, but it does have some of its own unique features. It was such a great place to live, and I have some wonderful memories. Here's the top 5 things I remember.
5. My amazing friends - which I don't have a picture for. I was so lucky to have some of the best friends, both at school and at my church youth group. There aren't a lot of LDS kids in that part of the country, and we really had to stick together. I remember how much fun it was playing mud football in the McBride's yard on snowdays (because the snow never lasted) and playing spin the bottle just so I could kiss some boys. We also took some of the most fun youth trips to Nauvoo, New York, and DC. Some of my best memories come straight from those trips (like the time Sister Hardy's luggage opened up on the top of the van, and her underware flew out over the freeway. Or the time she got us lost in ChinaTown, and some scummy guy tried to sell me "14 carrat gold") - Good times.
I could go on and on, but I'd only bore my readers. I did have a great childhood though. NK is the best EVER! Although my parents moved to the Ohio side while I was in High School, I still consider Kentucky my hometown.
**What is up with the spacing??**
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
I took an early lunch to run to the store. I only had one item to purchase (tampons), and thought I’d be right in and out. I was surprised though to see that what I had intended to buy was marked down to $1.18 from the typical price of over $8.00 a box. Being a person who cannot pass up a bargain, I decided to pick up several boxes so I could stock-up incase of another such emergency. I grabbed as many boxes as I could carry, and went to the check-out line. There were only 2 cashiers working, and both lines were quite long. I waited patiently in the shorter line, and when it was my turn I laid the boxes down. The cashier rung up box after box of what was supposed to be hugely discounted feminine hygiene products, only to have them ring up at $4.97 each – still a savings, but not nearly as cheap as I’d anticipated.
“Something must be wrong,” I said to the cashier. “They boxes were marked at only $1.18.”
She looked at me, and I could tell she was thinking “Yah right lady. Can you see the line forming behind you?” Instead, she called for a price check.
At this moment, I wanted to just pay for my purchase and get the heck out of there. I didn’t care if I paid $30 something for a year’s supply. The long line behind me was starting to look like an angry mob, frustrated at me for making them wait longer. I smiled politely at them, and tried to look somewhere else, but I could feel their eyes burning me. The poor cashier had no response to her price check, so she left the line to go find out for herself.
Standing there waiting for her, I was tempted to just leave my purchase there and to run out of the store. I could still make it to Wally World and not be late back from lunch. The cashier in the line next to ours kept glancing up at the long line, wondering what-in-the-heck the problem was, and then looking back at me, surely wondering what I wanted.
Finally, after what seemed like an hour (in reality it was at least 2 or 3 minutes) the cashier came back to the line. She told me that there had been a mistake on the price labeled on the shelf (probably by some 16 year old boy) but she would honor the price anyway. She manually changed the price on the register, and then had to wait for a manager to come and override it.
I finally made it out of there with my bag-full-o-goodies.
Why can’t this happen to me when I’m buying peas?
Monday, October 06, 2008
Friend: I met a real cheerleader at school today
G: Wow. Why did they come to your school?
Friend: They were teaching us about the D.A.R.E program
G: What is D.A.R.E?
Friend: Its where they teach us to just say "NO" to drunk
There was also the story Bryn told our friends who came over to hang out on the same night:
Bryn: Mommy told me I'm not allowed to ride my bike in the road anymore. A car could hit me and I'd be a pancake. A yummy pancake. Can I have a cheeseburger?
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
– walk in the door from daycare with the girls and G’s friend who wants to see our new dog
– realize the new dog has somehow escaped the brand-spankin’-new fence
– begin frantically searching for said new dog, as girls frolic in the sprinklers that are mysteriously running
– realize I can hear the dog’s tags jingle, but still don’t see her
– see the dog’s nose peaking under the fence from inside the next-door neighbor’s fenced yard
– neighbor isn’t home, but open the gate and get dog back anyway
– feed the dog and work on feeding myself
– see a pile of what appears to be cat vomit on the living room carpet
– begin scrubbing the carpet, and realize that it is not vomit, but POOP that resembles chocolate pudding. From the position on the carpet, I know that it must have been directly deposited from the bum of some animal in my house in that exact location, but I’m unable to pinpoint the source
– sit down to eat dinner, but realize that I’m still smelling poop
– neighbor rings the doorbell to see if I got the dog from his yard. He put her there because he found her running through the neighborhood
6:37 pm - still smelling poop, but can't locate the source
– G fall off the counter while trying to steal gum – she’s hurt
– finally discover the source of the poop I’m still smelling – Bryn had a massive poo-splosion
– get Bryn cleaned up, and decide to leave her diaper off until bath time
– girls fighting over crayons. I ground them from the crayons
– Bryn pees off of the barstool, and sprays urine all over the kitchen
– finally get the kitchen clean, and spray air freshener all through the house
– get the girls in the bath
– girls bickering is becoming too much for mommy to handle
– mommy freaks out, scaring Bryn and making G laugh.
– get things under control after G asks if mommy still loves her little stinkers.
Mommy: So G, what do you say if a stranger comes up and offers you candy?
G: I say no! Then I run away and tell a grown-up that I trust.
Clearly, she's had this lesson before.
Next up was Bryn. Our conversation went like this:
Mommy: So Bryn, what do you say if a stranger comes up and offers you candy?
Bryn: I say yummy candy! Thanks! (with a giant grin on her face. I think she was expecting real candy)
Obviously, we need to work on her.