Friday, November 30, 2007
1. When I was little I had a lazy eye. I was supposed to wear a patch over the good eye to help the bad one get stronger, but for some reason my mom decided that rather than buying an actual eye patch, she'd use gauze and duct tape. So attractive.
2. My family's home burned down twice. The first time I was the one who started the fire. I had a new cardboard playhouse that we had just gotten for Christmas. I had the bright idea that I would use my parents' cigarette lighter to just light a little flame on the window and then blow it out, for fun. That doesn't work with cardboard. The second time was my sister's fault. And my parents actually still love us both. And allow us in their home.
3. When my now husband and I were 15 years old, we were nominated for Homecoming King and Queen. He was Mr. Popularity, and I was just newly dating him, so they picked me because it'd be "cute" I think.
4. When I was a freshman in high school, my history teacher was making jokes about women being in the Olympics and how they could only do synchronized swimming. He was just teasing, but I got an attitude and walked out of class. A bunch of other girls followed me, but then the teacher came out in the hall and demanded everyone get back in class. Everyone else turned around, but I marched down to the office and told the secretary that I wasn't going back into class because my teacher was making chauvinistic jokes. I sat in the office the whole hour. That teacher never liked me after that.
5. I can't whistle or wink.
6. I will never invite people over for dinner. It is SO stressful for me. I can't stand the pressure of having to have something done at a certain time, of worrying whether or not they'll like the food, of worrying that I'll burn or under cook the food, trying to make conversation during the meal, talking too much so people can't eat because they're busy responding to me, possible awkward silence, and on and on. It's too much pressure. I love to have people over for games and snacks though.
7. I peel my toenails down as short as I can get them without making them bleed. You can hardly tell that I even have a toenail on my pinkie toe.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
It's my birthday today. I'm 30 years old now, but I'm not freaking out. I'm aging gracefully. Okay, I can only say that because I already had my "early-life crisis" when I turned 25. And then again when I was 28. For some reason 25 made me feel old, as I figured now I had to round UP to 30, and also the insurance companies didn't even regard me as young and reckless anymore. Traumatic. Twenty-eight was 10 year reunion time, and that freaked me out because I started asking myself "What have I done in the last 10 years that's noteworthy?" and I came up with nothing. But I was mistaken, and I figured that out after a while. Being a good wife and a good mother to 3 children IS noteworthy, even though much of modern society may not think so. So now I'm 30, and I'm A-okay with it. I'm happy with who I am and what my life has turned out like so far. Grateful to be old enough to have learned a few things, but still young enough that I can learn lots more. Yep, 30 is alright with me.
Now these two wrinkles that seem to have suddenly appeared on my forehead are another matter altogether....
Monday, November 26, 2007
Saturday, November 24, 2007
We're traveling for Christmas this year so I have been in a frenzy trying to get all the things on my list checked off so we can be ready to go on the 17th.
- shopping for gifts, check
- buy a gift for the gift-exchange at a party I'm attending, check
- put up decorations, check
- assembled the tree (actually I delegated that to my husband), check (fake tree, save the Earth people!!)
- addressed all the Christmas card envelopes, check
- write the year-end-what's-been-happening-in-our-family-I-don't-have-the-time-to-tell-you-all-individually letter, check
Regarding #6, I know that much fun is made of these types of mass mailings at Christmas-time, but I actually really enjoy getting the letters and hearing about what's happening in others' lives. Makes me feel like I kind-of still know these people who I only speak to once a year via Christmas card. And I hope that by reading our letters they'll feel like they kind-of still know us too. I'm sentimental like that.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
Saturday, November 17, 2007
So what in the world is wrong with me? I have been at my desk off and on for the last 4 hours tonight, and that's not including the time I took to take notes last night from various sources. I finally have something put together that HOPEFULLY is 10 minutes long and HOPEFULLY is what the bishopric was aiming for, but I still don't feel completely at peace about it. Yes, I have prayed about what I should say and which direction my talk should go. Multiple times. But I'm gettin' NOTHING. Usually I struggle a little at the beginning and then once I get over that initial hump the rest just sort of flows. Not this time. I'm wondering if this is the stupor of thought that you're supposed to get when you're not making the right decision, or if this is Heavenly Father keeping me on pins and needles until that last possible moment when I think that he's really not going to help me this time, and then at the latest possible moment when I've almost given up hope he comes through and I get some great inspiration. Hopefully it's the latter. PLEASE be the latter.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Tomorrow my town is having a "Family Volunteer Day" where the actual painting of these areas will be done, along with beautification of a garden at the senior center and a playground area for the day care. They're also having an area where you can assemble care packages for the firefighters and policemen to give to people. I originally signed my daughter and I up to do the care packages, but now I'm emotionally invested in the senior center and preschool where we did the work, so I think I'm going to help out there instead. Whatever we end up doing, I'm just really excited, and I'm hoping my daughter will catch the bug too.
I'd like to invite everyone who reads this blog, (and lives locally of course) to come and help out as well. I guarantee if you come you'll be glad you did. The work will be going on from 9am-noon, and then we can sit down and have a picnic and I think they're having some cartoon characters there and a moonwalk for the kiddos. All ages from 2 on up are welcome. Here's all the information you need. Hope to see you there!
Registration will begin at 8:30am in the Allen R. Baca parking lot located at 301 W. Bagdad on the side of bldg. #2 (see map below)
If it is raining, registration will be inside the Baca center.
Don’t forget to bring:
-lunches in a cooler for the family picnic (leave in car- lunch will be at 12:30pm)
-a blanket for your family to sit on
-any personal tools that you would like to bring (rakes, hand shovels, gloves etc.) make sure they are labeled with your name on them.
Don’t forget to wear:
-Comfortable clothing that can get dirty
-Closed toed shoes
-layers in case it’s cool
- All projects are in or across the street of the Baca Center .
Parents: We want everyone to have a safe and fun experience so please remember that children must be supervised at all times.
Thank you for being willing to serve your community!
Round Rock Volunteer Center Staff
Thursday, November 15, 2007
As ridiculous and disgusting as this is, I'm quite sure I'd like to go there. Just to be able to take pictures and talk about it later. And I guess this is China, so if people only go one time for the novelty of it, you'd still never run out of customers.
I wonder if they serve Mountain Dew in toilet shaped cups too? I'm lickin' my lips just thinking about it. Aren't you?
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Well, (sigh), it was worth a try.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
So grandma, here are (a few) of the things I love about you:
1. the smell of your house- just brings back memories
2. you would always give us lots of spoons and empty margarine tubs to go dig in the dirt
3. you always had juicy fruit gum for us
4. you remembered my birthday every year, and sent a little money until I got so old you'd almost go broke!
5. you let me eat frozen blueberries
6. you gave me little candy hearts at valentine's day
7. you spent time with me
8. you still have the pictures I drew you when I was in 1st grade
9. you secretly salvaged my treasured jewelery box after the house fire, refinished it, and gave it to me for Christmas
10. you told me stories about your life and family
11. you're always glad to talk to me
12. you feed and love all the stray cats at your house, even if they won't let you touch them
13. you give good hugs (and kisses!)
14. you let me and my sisters sleep over, and bought us those little individual boxes of cereal so we could all pick just what we liked
15. you call me just to talk
16. when I wanted to look at ALL your photos you dug them up from hidden away places
17. you love to play games
18. I love the way you and grandpa would argue over what was going to happen next in the soap opera you watched together - SO funny!
19. you take the time to email me even though you have to hunt and peck the keys
20. you send me webpages that you think I'll enjoy
21. you tell me stories about funny things I did when I was little
22. you're favorite color is red, just like mine
23. you laugh with me
24. you love me
Sunday, November 11, 2007
A few years ago a group of salesmen went to a regional sales convention in Chicago. They had assured their wives that they would be home in plenty of time for Friday night's dinner. In their rush, with tickets and briefcases, one of these salesmen inadvertently kicked over a table which held a display of apples. Apples flew everywhere. Without stopping or looking back, they all managed to reach the plane in time for their nearly missed boarding.
ALL BUT ONE !!! He paused, took a deep breath, got in touch with his feelings, and experienced a twinge of compassion for the girl whose apple stand had been overturned. He told his buddies to go on without him, waved good-bye, told one of them to call his wife when they arrived at their home destination and explain his taking a later flight. Then he returned to the terminal where the apples were all over the terminal floor. He was glad he did.
The 16 year old girl was totally blind! She was softly crying, tears running down her cheeks in frustration, and at the same time helplessly groping for her spilled produce as the crowd swirled about her, no one stopping and no one to care for her plight.
The salesman knelt on the floor with her, gathered up the apples, put them back on the table and helped organize her display. As he did this, he noticed that many of them had become battered and bruised; these he set aside in another basket.
When he had finished, he pulled out his wallet and said to the girl, "Here, please take this $40 for the damage we did. Are you okay?" She nodded through her tears. He continued on with, "I hope we didn't spoil your day too badly."
As the salesman started to walk away, the bewildered blind girl called out to him, "Mister...." He paused and turned to look back into those blind eyes. She continued, "Are you Jesus?"
He stopped in mid-stride, and he wondered. Then slowly he made his way to catch the later flight with that question burning and bouncing about in his soul: "Are you Jesus?" Do people mistake you for Jesus?
That's our Destiny, is it not? To be so much like Jesus that people cannot tell the difference as we live and interact with a world that is blind to His love, life and grace.
If we claim to know Him, we should live, walk and act as He would. Knowing Him is more than simply quoting Scripture and going to church.
It's actually living the Word as life unfolds day to day.
You are the apple of His eye even though we, too, have been bruised by a fall. He stopped what He was doing and picked you and me up on a hill called Calvary and paid in full for our damaged fruit.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Like not eating cookies.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Monday, November 5, 2007
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Dario: "What's that on your finger, Roman?"
Me: still ignoring
The circus itself was really entertaining, although I was conflicted with a couple of the acts. I really enjoy the clowns and the people acts like trapeze, and motorcycle guy, and human cannon guy, and I really enjoy animal acts with domesticated animals like dogs, but the tigers and the elephants performing are hard for me to watch. On the one hand, it's neat to see them do tricks, but on the other hand, I know that they do not want to be there and I feel guilty for supporting that kind of treatment with my money. And I know it's completely hypocritical for me to say that and then pay to let my kids get on the elephant.
So yes, I enjoy it, but I have a sense of guilt afterward. Kinda the way I feel for shopping at Walmart. As of yet though, the guilt hasn't kept me away from the low, low prices of Walmart, and I'm quite sure this won't be my last circus.
Friday, November 2, 2007
That got me thinking about disgusting habits, which then got me to thinking that I've got a few disgusting habits of my own which if caught on tape would likely cause spectators to remark, "That is SO gross!". Then I thought, "Hey, maybe I should list those disgusting habits for all the world to see." Good idea, eh? So here they are:
1. I am a nose picker. Yup, you heard me. I do not eat the proceeds however.
2. I fart in front of my family with no shame. Actually, if I'm in the mood, I try to make it as loud as possible.
3. When I have a cold and I'm all stuffy, I hock lugies, super loud too. (How do you spell lugie? loogie? loogy?) Snot.
4. I like to pop zits. When my husband has a good one, I actually beg him to let me do it.
So there are some of my disgusting habits. I bet you've got a few too.
(Note to self: come up with super long list of cool stuff about me to offset the visuals that people are now getting. Make stuff up if you have to.)