How Bad Was It?

The first morning back, after two snow days, I received a text message 45 minutes after Hilary left for school:

"I barely made it. Scariest and worst drive ever in my life."

Not really what I wanted to hear.

Well, except for the part that she made it, and is alive to tell about it. A little later, another text.

"Oh yeah, and my door blew open on the freeway cuz it was frozen so it wasn't latched completely. I almost died."

Holy cow! I'm so glad she didn't die. But she may have been traumatized for life. Feeling a little guilty now. The night before she asked if someone would drive her to school because she was afraid to drive in the snow. We assured her that we had complete and total confidence in her driving abilities.

Maybe next time, one of her parental units will drive her. I don't want to receive another text telling me she nearly died.

Can I Go Back?

While Michael and I were on our fabulous trip, we had the pleasure of meeting this group at Disneyland and California Adventure.

My very generous mom and dad wanted to take Ethan on his first trip to Disneyland. Elisabeth went along to help Christina. I'm so glad we coordinated it so we too could experience Ethan's laughter and fun.


Talk about one happy little boy.


It was hard to eat with so much to do and see.


But eating was the best time for photos. I have many more to share.

The only thing that would have made it better is if we hadn't left Hilary

and Sarabeth at home.

And if Christopher and Lauren could have joined us.

You Capture...Autumn

This week's You Capture Challenge from Beth is Autumn. After returning from sunny California, I went out today and took these photos of "Autumn."

The bridge with a bit of foliage and snow.

A little red peering through the snow.


A light fluffy snow, but the weatherman says it is heavy and wet.


It looks as if the sun is shining, but it is not.



Not too creative. It was cold out there. Click here for more You Capture Autumn pics.

Ahhhh....

Do you see this man?

He is brilliant. His employer chose to acknowledge his creative ability. In honor of his outstanding achievement, he was was given a special inventors award:


In order to receive it, he had to attend an award's ceremony at a fancy hotel.


This is the view of the courtyard from the room's balcony.


Opposite the courtyard is this spectacular view. Yes, that is the Pacific Ocean. And the best part? He enjoyed the benefit of bringing his wife on this breathtaking excursion.

We left Denver last Wednesday. It was snowing. That evening, in Huntington Beach, we watched the sun go down. The temperature was in the 70's.

The award's ceremony was the next day. I wish I had pictures. I was so proud of Michael, butI left my camera in the room along with my purse. I couldn't bother carrying a bag, while wearing a sparkly new outfit. (Yes, it glittered.) We looked spectacular together. (I can say that since we don't have contrary evidence.)

We spent 5 glorious days and 4 nights in the beach front hotel. And guess who else we met up with?

Leaving Denver & the snow. Hello California!

Cell Phone Usage

I have a love hate relationship with text messages. I've said this before. Today is a love day.

I was at the doctor's office this morning and noticed a hand-written sign. I thought about capturing it by picture with my phone, then sending it here via text message. But my pride prevented it. The waiting room was full of men & women and I would have had to stand in front of them all. I would have looked silly taking a picture of a marker board. Still, I was excited to see it. It read:

You can now get a non-urgent appointment by text messaging. Send a text to XXX-XXX-XXX with the following information: Name, when you want the appointment, the reason for needing it, and the doctor you prefer to see. You will hear back from us within 2hours, but probably right away.

How cool is that? I love technology...most of the time.

This Really Happened

I'm looking at a blank page. I type a bit, but it feels wrong. I backspace and delete. Do you ever want to say something, but the little voice inside won't let you?

By now, I know to listen to that quiet voice. But I do still argue with it from time-to-time.

I: I know you really want to tell everyone.

Self: Yes, I do. I've been thinking about it and yes, I want to say it. I was shocked when I heard this and I think others will be too. If nothing else, for entertainment value.

I: But don't you think someone might be hurt when they read it? Actually, more than one person.

Self: Yes, but this is reality. I was there. It really happened. It isn't as if I'm saying something false or making this up. Plus, there is a greater cause at stake here. I'd like to hop up on my soapbox and make a few comments to make others aware.

I: Look, you are free to do what you want. But I'm telling you, you will regret it if you go ahead and do this.

Self: Gosh darn it! I hate when you say things like that. This would have been such a good blog subject. Think about all of those folks who are reading today who this would have been food for thought, something to chew on-not everyone ate breakfast this morning. But you are right.

I: I'm always right.

I smile with a smug satisfaction.

STOP

Did the prankster think that if he removed the words somehow we wouldn't know what this sign means?

Or was there just an overwhelming need to vandalize something and this was a seemingly harmless way to do it?

This must be the work of the AppleHood gang.

Still Life

Beth at I should be folding laundry has a weekly photo challenge. This week's theme is Still Life.


I don't own a fancy camera, so I make do with what I have.


My morning routine pre-computer.

I cook with this wine. Somewhere between a white and red, it's a white merlot. But I like the color.

Guess Who?

No, it is not my face.

Constant Questions

I don't have little children around anymore asking curious questions, "why is my hair brown and her hair blonde?" I miss those pondering thoughts. Now I have to make up my own. So I am wondering, "Why is someone who has diabetes a diabetic?"

My inquiry came from a conversation with a gentleman who referred to his wife not as having Celiac, but "she's a celiac." It was as if her disease now defined who she is. No longer his wife has this, but she is this. It struck me as wrong.

Someone with cancer doesn't call themselves a cancerite or cancerette...what would we say? Nobody wants cancer to define them, Elisabeth pointed out. Sarabeth mentioned celiac is a lifelong disease but cancer wasn't necessarily. No, cancer can snuff a life out pretty quickly, or one can become a cancer survivor.

So I posed the question, "what other diseases do we have a term that identifies you as the illness?" I had a hard time thinking of any others.

"A leper."

Elisabeth was right. Someone with leprosy is called a leper. This is a great example of a disease defining who you are and as I suspected holds a negative connotation. We brainstormed.

"Alcoholic"

"Hemophiliac" That is another for sure.

We thought of a lot of words. Down syndrome used to be defined as being Mongoloid. I'm happy that was changed. Someone with Autism is said to be Autistic. That is defining, but I see it more as an adjective rather than a noun/pronoun for someone.

We discussed why we wouldn't want to be classified by a disease. Elisabeth was certain she does not want to be called a Celiac. The silly musings continued:

"Since it is Cillyass disease, why not call yourself a sillyass."

Spoken like a true father.

1st Anniversary

One year ago today, Christopher & Lauren were wed. I've been poring over pictures trying to find a few or maybe one to post in remembrance of a spectacular day. Everything about the day was near perfect, the photos lovely, the bride and groom stunning. While I try to pick a photo, I reflect on moments not caught on film. Images captured only in memories.

The tenderness in Christopher's voice, the morning of his wedding. He asked if someone could hand deliver a card and roses to his soon-to-be bride. As he spoke, his eyes smiled. Did he envision the delight on Lauren's face?

Amidst the laughter and tears, prayers of thanksgiving were uttered. Unspeakable joy of the joining of these two lives radiated from members of both families.

Standing in the back of the church, waiting to walk down the aisle with Christopher, we watched as Christina, Sarabeth & Ethan lit the candles. The wonder on Ethan's face spoke volumes. Nearly losing his composure, Christopher turned towards me. Wiping his eyes he murmured, "Mom, I don't know how I'm going to get through this."

The bittersweetness of a father, as he kisses his little girl one last time, before she gives her heart to another man.

Innumerable, indelible imprints forever etched in my mind, that words cannot begin to express. Suffice it to say, a day marked in heaven as the end of two, the beginning of one.

Happy 1st Anniversary Christopher & Lauren.

Does this make my butt look big?

I went shopping today. I tried on clothes and was disappointed that every single outfit made me look fat. At what point do I stop and tell myself, "maybe it isn't the clothes?"

I: Hey, self. Maybe it isn't the clothes.

Self: What? Of course it's the clothes. I am NOT this fat.

I: Well, I'm just saying. Everything you've tried on so far has been, umm...tight. And maybe, just maybe, it is not the fault of the clothing.

Self: Shut up!

Silence.

Self: Maybe it it the lighting in these darn dressing rooms. Look how pale I look. It must be the lighting and the mirrors. I know I don't look this bad at home.

I: What about those slimming jeans. You know, the one that have a built in thingy to hold your tummy in so it doesn't pooch out.

Self: Hmmm...ok, I'll give it a try.

I: Well, I hate to say it.

Self: What the freak is wrong with these jeans??? Yeah, sure they hold in the part that is tucked and zipped. But what about the other part of my belly mushrooming over the top of my jeans. That doesn't look very slimming. I'm suing for false advertising.

I: I see you are not having a good day. By-the-way, do you realize that saying "what-the-freak" is really just a substitute for a swear word? It isn't much different than swearing. And you know how you are about not swearing. You go around telling everyone how offensive it is. Do you think some might find "what the freak" offensive?

Self: I am not having this conversation with you. Who asked you anyway? Certainly not I. Or maybe it was I.

Wednesday Wonderings

Just because I haven't posted much lately, doesn't mean I'm sitting around idle. I'm actually working on a few things. I thought I would share, but when I tried, things seemed to get very wacky. That leads me to believe I'm probably on the right track. Let's just say change is not easy, walking on the water isn't either. But I'm thinking of stepping out of the boat.

The Best Part Of Fall

I know I've mentioned way too many times that I'm not fond of fall. The bright side to getting up so early...before Michael? Coming back to find this:

I offered an explanation here, but it still thrills me to see my bed gift-wrapped just for me every single day.

Other little joys I found:

Signs of Fall color changes.

But I've been missing:

and his mom. I also can't wait to have Christopher and Lauren back.

Joining You Capture Red, from I Should Be Folding Laundry, thanks to Prairie Lady's watchful eye.

Oh, and my favorite red of all:

And one more red that I ran into yesterday. Yikes!

I'll Be There

Things seem so very urgent

With the passing of each day

But when you get to heaven

Last year was yesterday.

On earth we fret & stress

We worry endlessly,

Longing for a day of rest

A break from misery.

If only you could see up here

Splendid, harmonious, lovely

But if you think I've nothing to do

Your thinking is mistakenly.

Texting

Sometimes I hate text messages. Especially when I send a message to the wrong person. It can be very embarrassing. But not as bad as telling one person something about another individual and then inadvertantly clicking on that person's name and they receive the message. (I know someone who does this more often than she'd like anyone to know.)

I sent a text on Saturday night. Hilary went to Homecoming and the rest of us had nothing to do. At the last minute, we decided to go out. I thought I'd text message some friends to see if they wanted to join us.

When I didn't hear back, I checked my phone to make sure it sent. It sure did. But I accidently sent it to the wrong person. Both people names began with D. So I went ahead and sent it to the intended recipient. I had no idea who, if anyone, might show up. Nobody did. No one responded to my message.

Much later, like 4 hours, I did get two messages back. One said, "Just got your message, thx for the invite, maybe next time."

The other one:

"I'm sorry, but who is this?" Yikes! And that was who the message was intended for. Good old fashioned communication via a phone call would have made this so much simpler.

Not For Everyone

Gross and probably TMI but I was shocked yesterday at what I found with a little "routine" cleaning...so if you are a frequent visitor to my house STOP READING NOW. I don't want to scare you into never coming back.

Or if you see me as a lovely, organized, hostess, with a spotless home-don't read this! I don't want to tarnish that image.

Over the weekend, Christina and Ethan were here. We were sitting around in the living room and Christina says, "do you smell that?"

"No, what?"

"Every time I sit here it smells like someone's dirty socks or something. It smells bad." She tried to find the source, but never did.

I have glass coffee tables that looked quite dirty. Ethan ate a bowl of coconut milk ice cream with chocolate swirls, sitting on the floor. I believe he tried to wipe his hands by smearing them against the glass. And yes, it was Thursday and I was finally getting around to tidying up.

I sat on the floor to windex the tables. I had to tip them on their sides to get underneath as little hand prints were there too. While I was spraying and wiping, scraping and spraying some more, I noticed what looked like chocolate on my leather couch. I spritzed a little glass cleaner on the leather to wipe it off. But it was dried on pretty good. Wondering if it would damage the leather, I sprayed again. I scrubbed harder. And then I began to smell an odor. Sure enough. That was what Christina had been smelling. OMG! Crusted on poop.

And as a side note, I've gotta say this.

When moms are sitting around discussing the frustrations of potty training and such. Do not try to reassure them by saying something dumb like, "don't worry. Relax. It will happen when he is ready. He won't go to kindergarten wearing diapers."

Every time I hear a comment like that I want to say, "oh yeah? Well, that's what everyone told Christina when Ethan was 2, then 3. At 4, she didn't hear it as much. He is 7 now. And yes. He DOES wear diapers to school."

Sorry. Just another one of my pet peeves.

Smile

Someone must be smiling down on me. Knowing my lack of fondness for Fall, we've headed straight into winter. Snow is forecast for tomorrow. I turned the heat on today. Someone knew winter is my second favorite season. But gosh, I'm not quite ready.

Heth mentioned one of her favorite things about Fall is cute jackets. She is the queen of cute and chic. Yesterday I wore a leather jacket and boots. Fall has been redeemed.

I also wanted to thank everyone for their very generous comments on my Martha I Am Not post. You all are too kind but so very encouraging. Thank-you!

And just because he makes me smile:

Monday Morning Musings

Yes, it really is the last day of summer. It's a seasonal battle. Yesterday summer was winning with plenty of sunshine and 85 degrees. Ahhh...it was lovely. But today Fall fought back with ferocious winds. And rain. And it's pushing against the temperature to keep it below 52 degrees for the high. In fact the forecast has it fighting with snow in the high country just so we know it means business. Summer's last day is a dreary one.

I wish I'd had my camera yesterday. Amid the summer sun, the winds began to swirl, loosening the leaves from their branches, toppling them from the trees. Ethan was fascinated. He chased the leaves as they chinked along the ground. But it was the wind that caught him by surprise. He looked to be playing tag with it. As he ran, it tapped lightly upon his shoulder and he'd whirl around hoping to grasp it. His arms outstretched, he'd spin around and around embraced in the wind's pirouette. The satisfied smile I can't capture in words. The wonder and delight through the eyes of a child.