Friday, March 27, 2009

Blessed


I think she gets her beautiful blues from my dad.
(My eyes are hazel, Eric's are grey.)












I've been thinking a lot about my dad lately.



One of my first memories of my dad was when he rolled me up in a sleeping bag. We have a picture of it somewhere. There I am, lying on the floor, about three feet tall, smiling from ear to ear with this sleeping bag rolled around my waist. Actually, I don't know if I really remember that or not. Maybe I just made up the memory because I remember the photo so well.

Interestingly enough, even to this day, whenever I roll up a sleeping bag, I think of my dad. He has a way of rolling a sleeping bag up so that it is tighter and smaller than I've ever seen a sleeping bag be rolled. I'd like to say that he passed his skills on to me, but that would be a lie. I'm a horrific sleeping-bag-roller-upper. Maybe that's one of the family jobs I'll get Eric to take over. Of course, he won't be able to do it as well as my dad, but what's a father-in-law for if it's not to intimidate your daughter's spouse from time to time?

I have always loved to tease my dad. When I was little, I would sneak up behind him as he read the newspaper on the couch, and read it over his shoulder. It drove him crazy, which was why I did it. Another thing I used to do was wait until he was whistling (he's a frequent whistler, my papa), and then I'd join my whistle to his. Only, my whistle was a little bit out of tune from his, and so he about went bonkers every time I did it. He'd give me this certain look, and then he'd say, "Do you mind?" I loved it, loved it, loved it. Now that I'm so much more mature, I don't read the newspaper over his shoulder or whistle along with him, but I still have my ways to tease, he still gives me the "do you mind look", and I still love it, love it, love it.

A few years ago, I took the opportunity to transcribe a bunch of tapes that my dad had recorded with his life history. Then I took the opportunity to nag him, which resulted in him recording a few more tapes of his history. Then I transcribed those as well.

Toward the end of the tapes, my dad talks about how he would like to be remembered. He mentions that his father wanted to be remembered as a man who was completely and totally honest. (Incidentally, and probably not coincidentally, when people talk to me about my Grandpa Corry, his honesty and integrity nearly always come up in the conversation.) My father goes on to say that while he isn't a dishonest man, he doesn't expect to be remembered for his honesty. Rather, he says that if he were to be remembered for anything at all, he would want to be remembered as a man who loved his children.

Now imagine for a moment what that might mean to me.








I am the daughter of a man who, more than
anything, wants to be remembered for the love that he has for me and my brothers
and my sister.






As you may remember, my dad has been dealing with a cancer diagnosis for the past several months. You may think (and he may think when he reads this) that I'm writing this to eulogize him or something along those lines, as he battles this difficult disease.




I'm not.




My dad isn't going anywhere. My whole family has been blessed in that my father's cancer was caught early, his body was in excellent physical condition when the diagnosis was made, and he has handled his treatments magnificently. So, while this has been a very difficult and trying thing for him, I fully expect to have him around for many many years to come, and his test results support me in that expectation.



It's a good thing, because . . .









In about three years, this little girl may want to wear a sleeping bag, just like her mama used to.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Carrots






This one is my favorite.










Next week: Either peas, green beans, or squash.












Bring it on!
















Monday, March 23, 2009

Gloating and Rejoicing



My brother (Jacob) has once again invited me to participate in his March Madness competition. As usual, I picked my winners rather randomly, and went with my loyalties, choosing all Utah teams to go farther in the tournament than they actually did go (surprise, surprise). I was expecting to take last place, and I still may do just that, but for now . . .




I'm in FOURTH PLACE!




What's more, all my picks for the Elite Eight are STILL in the dance!




YIPPEE!!!



Sunday, March 22, 2009

an essential characteristic

"Gender is an essential characteristic of individual premortal, mortal, and eternal identity and purpose. "
(The Proclamation on the Family, 2nd paragraph)




Did you notice that I got all excited about writing about the Proclamation on the Family, wrote three posts, and then all Proclamation posts here came to an abrupt halt? You probably didn't, but that's essentially what happened.

In fact, for well over a month now, I've been trying to determine how I wanted to write about this sentence in the Proclamation. I've started writing this post several times. I've prayed about what I should say. I've discussed it with a few others. This is a potentially sensitive topic, and I'm hesitant to discuss potentially sensitive topics in situations where my words can be read or heard (or misunderstood) as broadly as could possibly be the case here.

The whole prospect has been a little bit stressful to me. So stressful that several times over the past month I've seriously considered just skipping this sentence and moving on to some of the other parts of the document, parts that aren't so controversial.

However, I've determined not to skip anything, primarily because one of the aspects of the Proclamation that I like most is that it is bold, direct, and courageously clear in meaning. In times like these; as the family endures attacks from all sides; if I am to defend the family, I also need to be bold, direct, and courageous. Sometimes, I may even have to discuss a potentially sensitive topic in a potentially public forum.

And there you have it.

Now, with that long explanation, I have the following short statement:

You know the sentence that starts this post? The one that says that gender is an essential characteristic of our identity, that it always has been, and that it always will be?





I believe that sentence.
I believe it with all my heart.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Alexander Graham's Got Competition

Remember this post?

Meet Alexander's cousin, Jane.








Looks like we're all going to be learning to share around here.









Just for fun, let's take a closer look at that facial expression-and to whom it's directed.




Classic.








Tuesday, March 17, 2009

our little leprechaun

Happy St. Patrick's Day!






(Remember how we used to try to wear something to school that had just a little bit of green in it, so that another kid would think we weren't wearing green at all? Then that kid would pinch us, thus enabling us to pinch him ('cause it was always a boy doing the pinching) back ten times? )




(I don't really miss that.)



(Isn't it nice to be a grown-up?)

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Music and the Spoken Word

Our ward meets for church from 11:00 a.m. to 2:00 p.m. Eric has leadership meetings starting at 8:00 a.m. Heather generally wakes up between 7:30 and 8:00 a.m. So, Sunday mornings are often a nice time for me to casually get Heather and myself ready for church, without the hustle and bustle of the other days of the week.

Today, as I was ironing my blouse and skirt, (I hate ironing, and rarely do it. Only, today I wore a skirt that I hadn't worn since I unpacked it from the "I'm-putting-this-away-until-I-can-fit-into-clothes-that-aren't-maternity-size" box, and it was more wrinkly than even I could allow.) I was listening to Music and the Spoken Word on the Radio. One of the songs the choir sang was one I sang my junior year in High School. Another of the offerings was an organ arrangement of "All Through the Night", which I've started to sing to Heather at bedtime every once in a while. Nice to have those associations, don't you think?

The spoken word portion of the program focused on having a good attitude, and how finding time and reasons to laugh helps us physically as well as emotionally, socially, and spiritually. As I listened to it, I thought back over the many times in the previous week that I had laughed. It was a good week for laughter. I'll share just one of the experiences.

Friday night Eric and I went out for dinner. I was in a particularly good mood. It was my birthday, work had gone well, we had left Heather with Donna & Steve, and that had been accomplished with no tears. We had paid for our dinner with a gift card, and so I had enjoyed the thrill of ordering whatever I wanted from the entire menu, without feeling the least twinge of guilt whatsoever (That was huge. It's like my mom said when I told her about it--anyone can order whatever they want from the menu--but to do it without any guilt at all? That's a pretty rare occurrence.)

Anyway, dinner was over, and Eric and I decided to go to Best Buy for just a few minutes before we headed back to pick up Heather. Our restaurant shared a (rather large) parking lot with Best Buy, and so I demanded that we walk to the store, rather than drive. That might have been a mistake. It was FREEZING outside. In an effort to keep ourselves warm, and hearkening back to a conversation we'd had over dinner about odd Olympic sports, Eric challenged me to a speed walking contest. I accepted, and away we went. The thing is, I'm about an inch taller than Eric, and my legs are longer. But, he still smoked me. I'm tellin' you, that boy can walk! I'm kind of glad though, because being behind him gave me an amazing view of his (ahem) derriere. As he swung it from side to side, the way they do in the Olympics, I couldn't help myself. I burst out in long, loud, obnoxious laughter. The few people who were braving the freezing weather along with us looked at us with disdain, but for once, I didn't care. I just stood there and giggled at my man. It felt WONDERFUL.

And there you have it. It's 10:42, and I need to get on my shoes, put my little girl in her car seat, and head for the church where I'm assuming that Eric has saved us some space on the fourth row as usual. Happy Sunday to you.

-Charlotta

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Imagine Olympic Theme Music Here

WE HAVE A WINNER!






IT'S ME!!!


Well, I think so, anyway. I had sooo much fun during the last three weeks. What a fabulous way to spend what otherwise could have been a very dreary time period. Thank you, thank you, thank you for indulging me and playing my silly game.




And, now for the real winners . . .






  • Entering late in the race, and ending in a dead heat for tenth place, we have my little brother Doug, and my dear friend Harmony. (The crowd goes wild!)



  • Showing an abnormal amount honesty, cleaning up in the "Amahl and the Night Visitors" category, and landing in ninth place, we have another little brother of mine, Jake. (Hooray!)



  • In eighth place, demonstrating a unique talent for making up rules as we go along (rivaled in said talent only by yours truly), we have my recently re-discovered cousin, Tasha. (Huzzah!)



  • Scoring the first points of the game, and maintaining a solid standing in seventh place, all while keeping track of the most energetic little boy I've ever seen (and I'm not kidding, either. This kid makes the Tasmanian Devil look like an unconscious snail), we have Eric's favorite sister (and my favorite of Eric's sisters), Amy. (Wahoo!)



  • Accomplishing the difficult feat of maintaining a high standing while not using one minute of her Saturday in the Lightening Round, we have in sixth place, my friend and fellow Twilight at the dollar-theatre buddy, Angie. (Yippee!)



  • Breaking into the top five, a proud aunt of a budding musical theatre star herself, we have the reason that I now carry a McDonalds gift card in my purse, Laura. (Zippedy-doo-dah!)



  • Bursting on the scene out of nowhere, showing exceptional prowess in the recently-produced-musicals category, we have my adorable cousin, Rebecca. (Ya-hoo!)(can you tell I'm running out of exclamations?)



  • Achieving our second tie in the contest, two of our most faithful players, and probably not coincidentally, two of my "I-feel-so-close-to-them-that-I-almost-consider-them-sisters" friends, we have in second place, Jeri and Heidi. (the crowd goes extra extra wild!)



And finally, our winner . . . the magician of musicals, the savant of song, the BEST OF ALL THE GAME, we have . . .




drum roll . . .




Jake's wife (which would make her my sister-in-law), and one of the best examples of having "Joy in the Journey" that I know . . .



MELISSA!!!




(The crowd goes so wild that security starts to wonder if they're going to have a situation on their hands. )



This post is already long enough and silly enough, and I'm tapped out from trying to think of so many exclamations, so I don't have the Melissa poem ready to post right now. Never fear though. It's a coming.



And now--on to Spring! Sure, there's about a foot of snow outside my door, and the temperature this morning was 11 freaking degrees. But, nevertheless--on to Spring we go!



Melissa-you already have a copy of the illustrious CD, but if you'd like another one for any reason, you know it's all yours. Heck, you can have five or six if you want them.


Saturday, March 07, 2009

Joy today and bliss tomorrow, tenderness and laughter

Thank you so much for playing!

You all made my mid-winter blues all but evaporate!

I can't thank you enough.

I'll have a winner posted soon.

xoxo,
Charlotta

you would live a hundred years if I could show you how


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He loved the mice and the vermin in the barn, and he treated the rats like equals (which was right)


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Licorice! Licorice! Black sweet black sweet black sweet licorice! Have some!

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out of focus and bemused, and I never know exactly where I am

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and if that girl I knew should ask my advice, oh, I wouldn't hesitate, she needn't ask me twice


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(This one's a little obscure. That's why I gave you so many words.)

You got to have a dream, if you don't have a dream, how you gonna have a dream come true?

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in Philly, Boston, or Baltimoe


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if you and I could disappear into the past


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but I never saw them winging


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but I say, "Why invite stress in?"


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everything today makes yesterday slow


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that's when the grin should start

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Thursday, March 05, 2009

faaay-ces, take your turn,take a ride on the merry-go-round

I'm on Facebook. I held out for at least 3 months, maybe more, and then sometime last fall, I joined. I like it for what it is, for the moment at least. I enjoy knowing little snippets about the lives of my friends and especially those acquaintances that I've lost touch with. It's fun to see who ended up where, doing what, and how. I'm not spending time there every day or anything, but what time I do spend there, I enjoy.


Eric, not so much. There's an old high school classmate of his who has left voice messages on our answering machine two different times, encouraging Eric to get on Facebook and reconnect with all his old cohorts from the past. I just don't see it happening. Neither does he.

What is it that they say about opposites attracting?


I think that's enough for today. I leave you with a picture that I lifted from my cousin's blog. It makes me laugh, and pretty applicable to the magnitude of what I have to say at the moment.







Hasta,
Charlotte


10 points for the name of the song.
5 points for the name of the musical.
3 points if you can name the place where I saw this musical live for the first (and only) time.
3 points if you can name the members of my family who saw this musical on their honeymoon.
other points given for creativity in the comment section.

See y'all Saturday--I've got most of the posts for the "Lightning Round" written and scheduled for publication even as we speak.






(And you thought I was going to spend the first Saturday of March sitting at a computer all day. See how I am?)

Monday, March 02, 2009

you gotta getcha getcha head in the game

How many of you listen to NPR? (no points for this)

What about the show Wait, Wait--Don't Tell Me? Do you listen to that?

I do. I used to be almost religious in my listening, but now I'm a little less fanatic about it. I bet I listen once or twice a month, depending on the moodiness level of Her Little Highness. If you're interested, it's on Utah Public Radio from 10:00 to 11:00 on Saturday mornings.

Anyway, Wait, Wait--Don't Tell Me is basically a radio game show. Every week they have three different comedians, and they take turns answering questions and cracking jokes about the week's news. Average listeners call in and play some of the games as well. At the end of the hour, they wind everything up by playing a round of what they call "Lightning Fill in the Blank". You can probably guess how that game is played just from the name. Anyway, it's a quick way to score a whole lot of points. Generally who ever wins the Lightning Fill in the Blank round wins the whole game.

* * *

Today as I was out on the town, I passed my local grocery store and saw that the temperature was a balmy 44 degrees. I haven't worn a scarf or a hat in about a week, and the sun was out nearly all day today. We're into March. Spring is on its way. It's time to wind-up our silly-but-oh-so-fun-game, and welcome brighter days. (Thanks for playing, by the way). So, here's how it's all going to play out:

I may or may not post another entry before Saturday. We'll just have to see how I'm feeling, how much time I have, and if anything blogworthy happens. BUT, Saturday, March 7 will be the final official day of 2009's Midwinter Musical Madness, and we are going out with a bang.

At 7:00 a.m. on Saturday, a quote from a musical will be posted here. The first person to leave a comment with the song title will get 2 points. Two more points will be awarded for the name of the musical from which the song is pulled. Every hour after that, another quote will be posted, and points will be awarded in the same manner. The final post will be at 7:00 p.m. on Saturday. Sometime between Saturday at 7:00 p.m. and Monday at 7:00 p.m., I will total all the points and declare a winner.

The winner will receive a fabulous showcase showdown package including bragging rights, a place of honor on the sidebar of this particular blog, his or her very own non-birthday poetry post, AND an autographed copy of Be Still My Soul. (the debut solo album of international singing star Miss Charlotte Corry (now Cantwell) accompanied by none other than her Aunt Elizabeth Corry Sampson. )





You just can't wait, can you?


Yeah, me neither.



Hasta Sabado (unless I decide to post again sooner),
Charlotta


10 points for the name of the musical.
No points for the name of the song.
3 points for the name of the character who sings it.
1 point each for naming the titles of any other songs in this particular musical.
Other points awarded as whims dictate.
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