Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Un Monton de Leones

So, Lyn went to Mexico City recently and got a bunch of lions for us. Que Fantastico!

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And then Cherie got us a few more from China:

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And then Aubrey went all the way to Palm Springs to get us this one!
(and she threw in her husband and darling baby girl into the mix as well)

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Which means . . . . (drum roll)

We have a new Seeker of Stone Lions!

Congratulations Aubrey--wear your new distinction with pride.

Friday, March 28, 2014

Random Photo Friday - mother/son edition

I love just about everything about this picture. It's my grandfather, Elwood Jones Corry with his mother, Abish Jones Corry.

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Friday, March 21, 2014

Random Photo Friday-Grossing Out My Brother Edition

Wanna see Heather's snack of choice lately?

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Homemade bread & butter with fresh mushrooms. Mmmm-mmmm deeee-licious!

(What can I say? She's a quirky girl.)

Friday, March 07, 2014

Random Photo Friday- Envelope please edition

Just for fun, here are this year's Oscar winners according to the Academy of Charlotte:

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(Yes, I know that none of these came out in 2013. I also know that you generally don't have a six-way tie for Best Picture. No worries. In the Academy of Charlotte, we award Oscars anytime we dang well please, and in multiples of six if necessary.)

Wednesday, March 05, 2014

Alma 37:6

Now ye may suppose that this is foolishness in me; but behold I say unto you, that by small and simple things are great things brought to pass . . .

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I took this picture quite awhile ago, on a Saturday morning in November.  On this particular day, we had three different neighbor families that were moving. Eric had gone with several of the other neighbors to help move boxes and bookshelves, bed frames and sofas. I was home with Heather and a few of her dear friends, doing my part to keep girls out of the hair of their mother, a mother who was very much needed in the move.

After about an hour, Eric came home, a half-eaten donut in his hand. He grabbed a drink of milk from the fridge and headed back outside. Apparently, there was more moving to be done. I watched as the band of moving boys (men--technically anyway) converged on a home very close to our own, and, wanting to remember the moment for some reason, took a picture of a mattress making its way to the pile of furniture which was waiting to be placed in the horse-trailer-come-moving-van.

I smiled in genuine contentment, turned, and finished setting up the individualized movie tents for my temporary brood.

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It was a small thing, a really small thing. How hard is it, after all, to set up a bunch of pillows and blankets, and throw in a DVD or tune Netflix to an appropriate option? Not hard at all. For Eric it was a slightly more strenuous thing, but even so, it was about an hour and a half out of his day, an hour and a half of exercise and donut-eating, and joking. Not a bad gig, really.

So, not a big deal for me or Eric. But, I've moved before. I've laid in bed, churning my stomach with the OCD-tinged agony of how on earth am I going to get all my worldly possessions from this place to that place with nothing but my scrawny arms and my RAV4? I've needed help with my child before as well.  Heck, I need help with my child every week. Our family wouldn't even resemble what it is without the multiple helping hands that pitch in to care for, teach, and love our girl the way they do.

I guess for that reason, and for a few more, I feel it's important to do the small things, and not to feel bad if we aren't asked or able to do the big things. After all, you never know when something small to you will end up being something huge to someone else.

And even if it doesn't, I'm a firm believer that no good is ever lost.

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Fashion Forward

So, Eric and I like to watch Project Runway together.

And by "together" I mean that we watch it on our respective computers separately, and then the one who has seen the episode tries to "spoil" it for the other, and then we compare notes on whether or not we agree on who went home and who had the high score, and who was dramatic, and who is awesome.

In a completely unrelated note, this year in around October or so, Eric told me that he had a plan for my main Christmas present, and that he really hoped that I would like it. Then he continued that line of talk all through November and December.

This is par for the course for Eric. Every Christmas he puts a lot of thought into my gifts, and completely surprises (and delights) me. But he second-guesses himself all along the way.

So, Christmas morning came, and to my surprise, I opened up a present that was a JayMcCarroll original!

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See? Even he is excited for me!
For those of you who aren't in the know--Jay McCarroll was the winner of Season 1 of Project Runway. Here's a sample of his work:

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So, with an introduction like that, you are probably wondering a bit about my gift now, aren't you? Well, before I show you, I need to tell you a bit of a story. 

When I first opened the package, I saw the tag, and got kind of excited. I mean, how fun to have a designer original, you know? Then I got a little bit nervous, thinking about how much Eric might have paid for this little number. I needn't have worried, Eric got himself a bargain this time.

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When I opened up the actual package, I saw a mass of color. A long shirt shirt with multi-colored squares in the front, pink stars on a black field on the sleeves, and green and white stripes in the back met my eye. A little outside my comfort zone, stylistically, but well within my comfort zone of fun.  

My mom hated it. Really really hated it. I tried it on, and she gazed on me with her best Jean Willis* "I am not amused look", and asked me where on earth I thought I was going to wear that thing.  I reminded her that I work for an opera company, so I would hardly be the most flamboyant person there, should I choose to wear it to work (which I have--several times). She was not convinced, but resigned herself.

Funny thing, later on in that day my niece Kaylee came over to the house with her parents and siblings to do a little Christmas Day chilling. As she came up the stairs and saw me, the first thing she said was, "Wow! That's a really great shirt! I love all the colors!"  

Now, Kaylee is (in my opinion) the most fashion-savy person in all our family. Seriously, that girl has an awesome sense of style, and is able to put together smart, classy, interesting, and fashionable outfits out of pretty much anything. So, getting her approval was huge. HUGE.

So huge that I'm willing to share these pictures with the world:

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Go ahead, just try to tell me that my Eric doesn't just rock the house. You'll never convince me.

(Full disclosure though--I do wonder a bit about the age appropriateness of the shirt for me. I am closer in age to my mom than I am to my niece. 
Am I too old to be wearing this? Do I really care?)

*Jean Willis is my mother's mom. She had a generous spirit, a willingness to work and work and work, and an "I'm not amused" look that was impossible to miss.

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

the best kind of crisis

I remember the first time my dad bought a 4-wheel drive vehicle. I was probably in the second grade, and he got a green and white truck. We had gotten ourselves stuck the previous summer (if I remember right) cutting wood for the winter, and neither my father's nor my uncle's 2WD trucks were able to get us free for several hours. I don't remember how we ended up getting off the mountain that day, but it seemed like it wasn't much longer until dad bought himself the first of a long line of four-wheel drive trucks.

I specifically remember riding around in this truck with my dad and brother. Dad would turn to Bobby and say, "What do you think? Should we drive up the side of that building?" My brother would agree enthusiastically, and I would giggle nervously, wondering if we really would go driving up the side of the building.

Like many Cedarians, we're lovers of the mountains, and it's a rare mountain road that is completely passable at all times and in all weather. In light of that, it's no surprise that over the years, our family vehicles have included 4-wheel drive trucks, 4-wheel drive Suburbans, 4-wheel drive Durangos, 4-wheel drive Yukons, and even an all-wheel drive van for awhile. However, the one 4-wheel drive vehicle that my dad always always wanted, but never bought, for practicality reasons (and because my mom would have killed him), was a Jeep.

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The thing is, when you've got a wife and six kids, a Jeep just isn't going to cut it. You can't fit the family in it, you can't haul anything around in it, and the gas mileage isn't nearly low enough to justify it as your "run around town all by yourself" car.

Until you are a 60+ empty nester, that is.

Bob Corry fans, I introduce you to the fulfillment of a forty-year dream:
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Look at that smile. This is a happy guy, make no mistake.

I think it's awesome. As long as I can remember, my dad has wanted a Jeep, and for some reason, it gives me a real sense of satisfaction to know that he finally has one. All the same, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to gently tease my frugal father about shelling out the money for something that's quite a bit less practical than is his usual.

When I did, he sheepishly smiled and said, 
"Maybe it's my mid-life crisis."

I can handle that. My retired papa only mid-way through his life? Works for me.

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