Wednesday, July 22, 2009

on vacation (from blogs)

Remember when I wrote about my blogging goals?
Remember when I wrote that I had a little blog rule for myself?
Remember what the rule was?




No?




Okay, I'll write it again.


If blogging ever stops being something I enjoy and starts being something on my "to do" list

(and thusly, starts to give me stress),

I can close up shop and be done--

for however long I want.









It's time for a little vacation.

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All is well, I'm just feeling the need to simplify a few things,
and blogging is one of them.
I'm planning to be back in a month or so.






(probably)










Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Getting to know you, getting to know all about you . . .

A few demographics for your (and my) statistical pleasure:

As of July 2009,
Of the 42 people who would admit to reading this blog:

54% of them live in Utah
14% of them live in either Alabama or New York
8% of them live in either Ohio or Indiana
7% of them live elsewhere in the Western U.S.
7% of them live elsewhere in the Eastern U.S.
2% of them live elsewhere in the U.S.
2% of them live outside the U.S.
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Of the 39 people who felt like divulging whether or not they have kids:

58% of them do
42% of them do not
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Of the 27 people who wanted to share their current or former "Adams Park-er" status:
(An "Adams Park-er" is a member of the Logan Adams Park (singles) Ward. Eric and I met while we were both attending said ward.)

64% are not
36% were/are

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Now then, isn't it nice to get to know each other a little bit better?

Today--only slightly edited

Today when I woke up at 6:06 a.m. and decided that I was not going to get up and go running (walking), Heather must have heard my internal decision and decided to give me a little "I love you mom" present, because she didn't make a peep until 7:50 a.m.

Today I read this (go to page 24 in the magazine, page 26 in the pdf) while eating lunch with my Heather, and felt an extra bit of hope. I love having extra hope, don't you?

Today I worked from home, and Eric was able to be home for an hour or so around 2:30, so we were all three able to be at home together for a little while during the day. What a treat!

Today when I took Heather outside to calm her down after an unexpected screaming fit, I had a nice conversation with my very amiable neighbor and got to watch the antics of her very entertaining little boy all at the same time. Talk about multi-tasking!

Today Heather went to bed without nearly as much crying as we endured a few nights ago.

Today our air-conditioning works, and I'm sitting at a computer in perfect climate-controlled comfort.

Today I got to turn that little "have you done your visiting teaching?" magnet around from the "getting round tuit" side to the "done" side. Extra joy because the end of the month is more than a week away.

Today I live in the same state as all four of my parents, in a valley that is breathtaking in its beauty, in a home that is filled with love (and robots)(and yarn)(and little specks of things on the floor that I never noticed until my toddler started with the eating everything in sight business), with my two favorite people in the whole world.

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All in all, today was a good day.
(and in case you're wondering--this picture was not taken today)


Monday, July 20, 2009

Excitement II


Remember this post? (the one about the "experience the excitement" flyer)

I chanced by that same "for sale" sign this morning.

That old exciting flyer is gone.

Now there's just a regular old boring MSRP flyer with regular old boring details.

Now that it's gone I don't know whether to feel grateful that I was able to have the joy of reading that previous flyer before it disappeared or guilty for poking fun at it.



It sure was exciting while it lasted though.











Friday, July 17, 2009

Looking Forward

What I'm up to these days:


Every night, if I can get myself upstairs, de-make-up-ified, clean tooth-ed, and pajama-ed before I'm too exhausted, I read a chapter of "All Things Wise and Wonderful" by James Herriot. I've had the book for several years now (a gift from my mom), but it wasn't until a couple of months ago that I actually took it off my shelf and decided to read it. I was looking for something light that I could read right before bed--something that wouldn't bore me to tears, but also something that wouldn't be such a page-turner that I'd have to stay up all night to see how it all ended. This book fit my needs perfectly. It's funny, charming, and right up my alley. I'm nearing the end of it now, and I think I'll go right ahead and try another one of Mr. Herriot's books when I'm done with this one.


I'm still trying to get all our clothes and gear put away from our Corry Reunion adventures. Much of it goes into the attic, and although I love having an attic where we can store so much of our excess goods, I don't especially love going up there, especially with an arm full of sleeping bags, blankets, suitcases, or what-have-you. Eric is generally willing to take it up for me of course, but often I don't think about it when he's home. So, it all sits, dispersed fairly evenly between our bedroom and Eric's man-room, waiting to be deposited in a more permanent home. Maybe tomorrow . . .


Speaking of tomorrow (and beyond), lately I've been idly wondering about something that's off in our distant future, if it ends up being a part of our future at all.


When I was young, my father (following some advice that he'd received from a friend) determined that each week he would take one of his children out on a little dad/kid date. I loved this. Every Friday one of us would get a chance to have one-on-one time with dad, and we got to choose (within reason) what we would do. For my choices, I remember attending the grand opening of the new Skaggs Alpha-Beta (small town treats, you know?), eating ice cream in a real-live-old-fashioned malt shoppe, and riding four-wheelers all over the mountain, among other activities. Mostly I remember talking with my dad, and feeling totally comfortable sharing anything I had bottled up inside of me.

I hope you won't think that I'm going too far when I say this, but the fact is, I credit these dates, at least in part, with the close relationship that I have with my father today.


So, what does that mean for me and Eric and Heather? Honestly, I'm not sure. The fact is, now that I look back on it, I realize that my mother ended up sacrificing a fair amount so that we could have that individual time with my dad. For one thing, while we were out doing our one-on-one time, she was home doing five-on-one time with the other children in the family. For another, there were weeks when time constraints didn't allow for both daddy/kid alone time and daddy/mommy alone time. When that happened, sometimes daddy/mommy time won out, but it definitely wasn't all the time.



So, I ask myself, will I be willing to make sacrifices along those lines?

I honestly don't know. That's okay though, because at this point, I don't have to know. After all, I'm now in a different family from the one in which I grew up. Eric is not my dad, I'm not my mom, and Heather is not me. So even while I contemplate the traditions that I grew up with, and the sacrifices that had to be made for me to enjoy them, I look to the future, where I fully expect to establish (along with Eric and Heather) our traditions (My apologies for this extra long run-on sentence. Mr Bonzo, Beware!). Traditions that will work in our family and help us to become more united, more loving, and even more happy than we are now.

And I think that's it for today.

Happy Friday,


p.s.--Poll-time continues with two new offerings on the sidebar . . . just in case you hadn't noticed them yet .

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Red Dirt

This isn't going to be one of my most thoughtful posts, but since we've been back for a few days, I thought I ought to get the "We're off to the Corry Reunion" post off of the most recent post position.

So, we're home from the Corry Reunion. It was fun. Two of my brothers were unable to attend, and neither were their families, and that was kind of a bummer. Still, we made the best of it, and had a lovely time chatting, playing, eating delicious food, and getting red dirt in our shoes and tire treads. There's just something special for me about seeing red dirt in the tire tread of my car. It never lasts long, and I don't love it so much when it's still in my socks after two washings, but in the tires, I love it. It makes me remember where I come from, and reminds me a bit of who I am. As one of my uncles said once, "You can take the girl out of Cedar City, but you can't take the Cedar City out of the girl."

Not that I want to move or anything. I like Cache Valley just fine, thank you very much.

And with that, I leave you. Eric and Heather just got home, and I've got (ahem) more important things to do just now.

Hasta,


Thursday, July 09, 2009

with apologies to Cleveland and South Bend

We're off to what Eric (rightly) classifies as


"your most favorite weekend of the whole year".


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It had better be good. My twenty-year class reunion was last weekend, and time, work, and personal energy constraints dictated that I could only make one trip to Southern Utah in July. So, I ditched out on all those CHS Redmen, once again.

Really though, it should be great, right? Camping with a 10-month old for the first time? What could be more calm, less complicated, and easier than that?

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Wish us luck.




p.s. Just because I've put a new post up here, don't think that you can't still give me your television recommendations (see post below). I'm lovin' what you've suggested so far.

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

present and past

We had a nice July 4th holiday. We spent the evening of the third with as many of Eric's immediate and extended family as possible, and we spent the fourth lazing around, and picnicking with friends. It was nice.



For some reason, I have a tendency on the 4th of July to think back to where I was and what I was doing on that date in prior years. (I do the same thing, to an even greater extent, at Thanksgiving) For the past fourteen or so years, I've gone in to work on the 4th of July. That's because we always open our summer season within the first two weeks of July, and when you're that close to opening, holiday or no holiday, the show must go on.

That's okay though. As it turns out, it's generally a quiet day, and after a few hours, I inevitably find that I've done all that I can do without calling/coordinating with other offices/banks/businesses, all of which are closed. So I leave early. In some ways, it's the best of both worlds. I don't have the stress of trying to plan something super fun to truly celebrate, and yet, I do get a little bit of time to do something fun. Past years have seen me watching parades, going on hikes, attending late-afternoon-movies with friends, as well as visiting with local family.



Three years ago on the fourth of July, my aunt called to tell me that one of my (favorite) cousins* was going to be dropping in there en route home from Bear Lake. So, I went over and visited for a bit. I wasn't able to stay too long though, because I had made a prior arrangement to go up the canyon for a bit with a guy that I'd just started dating. Both aunt and uncle made tactful attempts to get more information out of me about the guy in question, but I was leery of saying too much, and parried them off as best as I could.



Five months later, almost to the day, I showed up at that same home, with the (secret) news that I'd just been ring shopping with that particular guy.



I like to think about that sometimes.





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Getting back to the present, things are good with us. We're gearing up for the Corry reunion, the opening of the opera season, and just life in general. Heather has a tooth coming in, and because of that (I assume), she's been less predictable and a little more volatile lately. It's been a bit of an adventure, but sometimes I like a little adventure, so it's all good.



And that's about all I have for now.



Oh, except for one thing. I'm looking for recommendations. As you'll remember, we don't subscribe to cable or dish or anything, and we don't get television reception without it. So, when I need a little downtime, sometimes I'll pop a DVD into the player. The problem is, I don't generally need (and can't generally spare) two whole hours of downtime, ya know? So, I've been getting television shows from Netflix.

Lately I've been on a Smallville kick, and I'm almost through with Season One. I like the show because it's interesting, and clean. There's a problem though. See, (don't laugh please) watching that many episodes in a row makes my brain think I live in Smallville, and I keep having nightmares about evil meteor-mutated villains coming after me and mine in the night.

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So, I think I need a break. Really, I'd like to take a break with a comedy, but I'm a little stuck. Do you know of any television comedies that have been released on DVD that are funny and clean? Will you share?












*extraneous details for (Corry) family members:
Cousin: Julie Liddle
Aunt: Aunt Liz

Friday, July 03, 2009

He's going to think I start these conversations just so I can blog about them. (I don't)

SCENE: The living room*, Charlotte and Eric are kneeling by the couch, prior to saying their evening prayer.

CHARLOTTE (with a mixture of cheek and sentimentality): You know, you are my very best friend.

Eric takes Charlotte's hand and kisses it, saying nothing.

CHARLOTTE (here's where the cheek manifests itself): Now you're supposed to say that I'm your very best friend too.

ERIC (playfully): Oh, is that what I'm supposed to say?

CHARLOTTE (with a smile): Yup.

ERIC (with teasing eyes): Huh.

CHARLOTTE (with mock desperation): You're not going to say it, are you? Why not? What is it? Do you have another best friend? Do you like James** better than me?

ERIC (calmly): Nah.

CHARLOTTE: What about Brian***? Is Brian your best friend?

ERIC: Nope.

CHARLOTTE (with slightly exaggerated drama): Who is it then? Who do you like more than you like me?

ERIC (again with the teasing eyes): No one.

CHARLOTTE (triumphantly): So I AM your best friend, aren't I?

ERIC: Yup.

CHARLOTTE (petulantly): You know, it doesn't really count unless you say the actual words.

ERIC (chuckles): Oh, I have to say the words, do I?

CHARLOTTE (with authority): Yes. Say them.

ERIC (with resignation): Charlotte dear, you are my best friend.

CHARLOTTE (showing a few teasing eyes as well): It doesn't count if I have to tell you to say them.

Eric looks down, silently smiling to himself.

CHARLOTTE (with authority): Okay, now you have to say something else really nice, but it has to come out sounding like it was all your idea, and not that you're saying it just because I want you to say something.

Eric laughs, kisses Charlotte's forehead, and bows his head as if to say, "enough of this silliness, let's pray already".


So we did.

Rhetorical Question:
How many men do you think would put up with a woman like Charlotta the great?


Thankfully, at least one.





*We say our evening prayers in the living room now, if you want to know. That's because once I started running (walking) at 6:30 a.m., my bedtime moved up to be about 90 minutes before Eric's.

**Eric's fellow geek/comic book enthusiast friend

***Eric's cousin
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