Hard Day To Be Wife.
I love my husband, and he's usually quite wonderful. The things that bother me are almost always small, human quirks rather than anything really harmful that he does to me or himself. I'm probably mostly just extra sensitive today because I'm sick and exhausted. Anyway, for the sake of our marriage I won't go into details about the things that made me want to be single today. But some days are just like that, and it's NORMAL, and since no one ever told me that I figure I ought to tell you! We all have days where we can't help ourselves, and I'm sure he's had far more of those kinds of days than I have since I'm not always the easiest person to love and understand. But today it is my turn to be irritated, and I just had to get it out there. Here's hoping tomorrow will be better.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
For posterity: my thoughts on CURRENT EVENTS
I'm not one to keep up with the news, because most of it is depressing and terrifying and unless it directly affects me and my family I don't really want to know about it. It's not that I enjoy being ignorant, but when the costs exceed the payoffs, I think that's a no brainer. So I'm not careful about keeping up-to-date.
Yet in my grandparents' stories, I really enjoy hearing about the then-current events that shaped their lives, mostly because I enjoy seeing people in the context of history. Learning about how my grandparents perceived the world as children during the Great Depression, or seeing the pride of the relatives of my great-uncle that died young in Normandy during WWII, or hearing my dad talk about when Neil Armstrong landed on the moon--in those moments history becomes real to me, contextualized, complex, and I realize why it's so important to record these details as much as possible.
I remember writing in my journal on New Year's Eve of Y2K (I was then a junior in high school) about the panic everyone had when they were certain our technology would crash and the world would effectively end. I of course remember September 11th, 2001, as I had only been in classes at BYU for a week when it happened. With many of my family members being in the military and having toured overseas in the last few years, things like war in Iraq and Afghanistan are not just abstract concepts that will someday be reduced to a few lines of dates and names in a history textbook to me. I understand a little bit firsthand the sacrifices our military makes to defend principles they believe in, and whatever I may think of any war on an intellectual, abstract level, I can never find fault with the real men and women who fight them.
I guess my point is this: that living in a time such as ours, with new technologies, new debates, advances (and certainly regressions) in society, natural disasters, and more, we don't really understand how much a part of history WE are. I love that history isn't just about politicians and militaries, but it's about the everyday people who see and live through their aftermath from day to day. It makes me want to learn a little more about current events and record my own impressions and experiences with them so that someday my own grandkids will have these weird things in their history books become real to them, too.
Yet in my grandparents' stories, I really enjoy hearing about the then-current events that shaped their lives, mostly because I enjoy seeing people in the context of history. Learning about how my grandparents perceived the world as children during the Great Depression, or seeing the pride of the relatives of my great-uncle that died young in Normandy during WWII, or hearing my dad talk about when Neil Armstrong landed on the moon--in those moments history becomes real to me, contextualized, complex, and I realize why it's so important to record these details as much as possible.
I remember writing in my journal on New Year's Eve of Y2K (I was then a junior in high school) about the panic everyone had when they were certain our technology would crash and the world would effectively end. I of course remember September 11th, 2001, as I had only been in classes at BYU for a week when it happened. With many of my family members being in the military and having toured overseas in the last few years, things like war in Iraq and Afghanistan are not just abstract concepts that will someday be reduced to a few lines of dates and names in a history textbook to me. I understand a little bit firsthand the sacrifices our military makes to defend principles they believe in, and whatever I may think of any war on an intellectual, abstract level, I can never find fault with the real men and women who fight them.
I guess my point is this: that living in a time such as ours, with new technologies, new debates, advances (and certainly regressions) in society, natural disasters, and more, we don't really understand how much a part of history WE are. I love that history isn't just about politicians and militaries, but it's about the everyday people who see and live through their aftermath from day to day. It makes me want to learn a little more about current events and record my own impressions and experiences with them so that someday my own grandkids will have these weird things in their history books become real to them, too.
Monday, November 29, 2010
It works! It really works!
So, I have a very dear friend, Clair, who's very into herbal and dietary remedies and, more especially, prevention. I'm not too smart about these things, but I'm smart enough to listen to her. :) Today, I tried curing an earache with onions. IT WORKS! It really works. Since I figure I'll forget someday, and since most of my friends and family have small children and probably are curious how to save a couple of bucks AND save their children from pain, I thought I'd write it down. For you and for me. :)
I had a sort of sinusy-pressure kind of earache, not a full out ear infection. I think that's important, but maybe it isn't, or maybe not to you, at least. Anyway, first I took Clair's advice and cut an onion in half, heated it up (in the microwave, I was antsy) 'til it was steaming, let the halves cool until they weren't too hot to handle, and held them up to my ears. It felt SO GOOD. Kept them there for 15 minutes. AMAZING. BUT, when I took them away my ears started to hurt again within a few minutes. So then I squeezed the warm, squishy onion 'til the juice came out, mixed it with a little olive oil, and made ear drops out of it. That really did the trick. I did the drops twice within 20 minutes, massaging the ear as the liquid went in and then again to get some of it out. I'd had an ear ache buliding up for two days, and finally tried it--it "cured" the pain within an hour, and it has lasted all day. Only now, after lots of sinus pressure all day, has it started to come back, and even then it's NOTHING like it was this morning--I won't even tell you what I'd been considering trying before this! Anyway, I'm a believer! At least in the power of onions. :)
Funny enough, when I told Paul about this and explained what I'd researched about the amazing anti-inflammatory nature of onions, he said, "Oh, THAT'S why my dad always put onions on my ankle when I sprained it!" :)
It's funny, all this wisdom that the older generations have, home remedies, that sort of thing, and they usually work pretty dang well! And yet either they don't pass it on to us, or we don't listen. Well, I'm going to listen a little bit more carefully from now on. Why be dependent on doctors and drugs when (sometimes) everyday foods can do the trick just as well? Of course, I still take Excedrin for my migraines and I plan on using the doctors and drugs when I need to...I'm just beginning to learn how to take care of MYSELF and my family when I can.
Also, today I made ginger tea with lime and honey. YUMMY. But I made it a little too strong for Paul's sore throat and it burned all the way down. :( But I'm sure it'll be good for him and his perpetual cold, anyway. And I discovered that ginger and lime are AMAZING together. That, naturally, led me to this. Tell me that doesn't make your mouth water! I'm going to have to make this VERY SOON...
I had a sort of sinusy-pressure kind of earache, not a full out ear infection. I think that's important, but maybe it isn't, or maybe not to you, at least. Anyway, first I took Clair's advice and cut an onion in half, heated it up (in the microwave, I was antsy) 'til it was steaming, let the halves cool until they weren't too hot to handle, and held them up to my ears. It felt SO GOOD. Kept them there for 15 minutes. AMAZING. BUT, when I took them away my ears started to hurt again within a few minutes. So then I squeezed the warm, squishy onion 'til the juice came out, mixed it with a little olive oil, and made ear drops out of it. That really did the trick. I did the drops twice within 20 minutes, massaging the ear as the liquid went in and then again to get some of it out. I'd had an ear ache buliding up for two days, and finally tried it--it "cured" the pain within an hour, and it has lasted all day. Only now, after lots of sinus pressure all day, has it started to come back, and even then it's NOTHING like it was this morning--I won't even tell you what I'd been considering trying before this! Anyway, I'm a believer! At least in the power of onions. :)
Funny enough, when I told Paul about this and explained what I'd researched about the amazing anti-inflammatory nature of onions, he said, "Oh, THAT'S why my dad always put onions on my ankle when I sprained it!" :)
It's funny, all this wisdom that the older generations have, home remedies, that sort of thing, and they usually work pretty dang well! And yet either they don't pass it on to us, or we don't listen. Well, I'm going to listen a little bit more carefully from now on. Why be dependent on doctors and drugs when (sometimes) everyday foods can do the trick just as well? Of course, I still take Excedrin for my migraines and I plan on using the doctors and drugs when I need to...I'm just beginning to learn how to take care of MYSELF and my family when I can.
Also, today I made ginger tea with lime and honey. YUMMY. But I made it a little too strong for Paul's sore throat and it burned all the way down. :( But I'm sure it'll be good for him and his perpetual cold, anyway. And I discovered that ginger and lime are AMAZING together. That, naturally, led me to this. Tell me that doesn't make your mouth water! I'm going to have to make this VERY SOON...
Sunday, November 28, 2010
For posterity: my thoughts on THE MOST IMPORTANT COMMANDMENT
Doctrinally, of course, the Lord has made clear what the greatest commandment is:
"But when the Pharisees had heard that he had put the Sadducees to silence, they were gathered together. Then one of them, which was a lawyer, asked him a question, tempting him, and saying, Master, which is the great commandment in the law? Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets."
(Matthew 22: 34-40)
I cannot profess to live these commandments fully yet, but I do try. Obviously, the Lord knows what He's saying and these are the two greatest commandments. I believe that as we come closer to living this law, we come closer to becoming like our Savior, Jesus Christ, which is kinda the point of our whole mortality. Go live it!
But I've also heard it said by wise people that the most important commandment is the one you're having the hardest time keeping. I think there's a lot of truth in that one, too. Not that we can ever be complacent in our keeping of the commandments, and not that we shouldn't be keeping ALL of them...but when it comes to knowing where to begin the process of sanctifying ourselves, I think this saying hits the nail right on the head.
I've been thinking about self-improvement as the Lord has set it up for us. And I've had this quote running through my head all day. In the interest of full disclosure, I will tell you the two commandments that I personally have the hardest time keeping:
(1) Be of good cheer.
I've suffered depression since my teenaged years, and while certainly everyone's experience is different, my own personal periods of intense depression come when I am not keeping the commandments as I should--not so much sins of commission as sins of omission. To be sure, even when I'm doing my best I still struggle, and I probably will my whole life. Depression, anxiety, obsessive behaviors, and other mental disorders run in my family, and that's just a fact. This commandment to be of good cheer is just not my strength. So it's something I certainly need to focus on A WHOLE HECKA LOT in my life!
(2) Thou shalt not covet.
I don't know if this is a recent development or if I just never recognized the signs earlier in my life, but this is a commandment that is very difficult for me to keep. It's not that I covet what other people own. I really couldn't care less about STUFF. I covet what other people ARE. I covet talents of others, especially when those talents are something I've been working towards myself and I can see more starkly the difference. I covet praise and acknowledgement, attention sometimes (though you'd never know it by talking to me). I covet the social lives of some and the personalities of others. I covet spiritual gifts, not just seeking them but actually feeling personally injured when I see others who have them. I suppose that goes with a lot of things, actually. I covet what some people DO...teaching professionally, or traveling, or raising children. I know that at the heart of coveting is pride and judgment, comparing others to myself and finding where one of us is lacking. I get that that's bad no matter how we both stack up. But I still do it!
I've got a LOT of work to do before I'm perfect. I keep hoping that means that I'm gonna live a LONG time...maybe another 50, 60, even 70 years? MAYBE I'll be a little closer by then. :) I'm SO SO SO grateful, though, for the knowledge I have of a Savior that loves me and that not only forgives me when I mess things up, but who helps me through the process of the refiner's fire. And He makes up the difference in the end. How AWESOME is He?
"But when the Pharisees had heard that he had put the Sadducees to silence, they were gathered together. Then one of them, which was a lawyer, asked him a question, tempting him, and saying, Master, which is the great commandment in the law? Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets."
(Matthew 22: 34-40)
I cannot profess to live these commandments fully yet, but I do try. Obviously, the Lord knows what He's saying and these are the two greatest commandments. I believe that as we come closer to living this law, we come closer to becoming like our Savior, Jesus Christ, which is kinda the point of our whole mortality. Go live it!
But I've also heard it said by wise people that the most important commandment is the one you're having the hardest time keeping. I think there's a lot of truth in that one, too. Not that we can ever be complacent in our keeping of the commandments, and not that we shouldn't be keeping ALL of them...but when it comes to knowing where to begin the process of sanctifying ourselves, I think this saying hits the nail right on the head.
I've been thinking about self-improvement as the Lord has set it up for us. And I've had this quote running through my head all day. In the interest of full disclosure, I will tell you the two commandments that I personally have the hardest time keeping:
(1) Be of good cheer.
I've suffered depression since my teenaged years, and while certainly everyone's experience is different, my own personal periods of intense depression come when I am not keeping the commandments as I should--not so much sins of commission as sins of omission. To be sure, even when I'm doing my best I still struggle, and I probably will my whole life. Depression, anxiety, obsessive behaviors, and other mental disorders run in my family, and that's just a fact. This commandment to be of good cheer is just not my strength. So it's something I certainly need to focus on A WHOLE HECKA LOT in my life!
(2) Thou shalt not covet.
I don't know if this is a recent development or if I just never recognized the signs earlier in my life, but this is a commandment that is very difficult for me to keep. It's not that I covet what other people own. I really couldn't care less about STUFF. I covet what other people ARE. I covet talents of others, especially when those talents are something I've been working towards myself and I can see more starkly the difference. I covet praise and acknowledgement, attention sometimes (though you'd never know it by talking to me). I covet the social lives of some and the personalities of others. I covet spiritual gifts, not just seeking them but actually feeling personally injured when I see others who have them. I suppose that goes with a lot of things, actually. I covet what some people DO...teaching professionally, or traveling, or raising children. I know that at the heart of coveting is pride and judgment, comparing others to myself and finding where one of us is lacking. I get that that's bad no matter how we both stack up. But I still do it!
I've got a LOT of work to do before I'm perfect. I keep hoping that means that I'm gonna live a LONG time...maybe another 50, 60, even 70 years? MAYBE I'll be a little closer by then. :) I'm SO SO SO grateful, though, for the knowledge I have of a Savior that loves me and that not only forgives me when I mess things up, but who helps me through the process of the refiner's fire. And He makes up the difference in the end. How AWESOME is He?
Cutest Christmas decor EVER. :)
http://familyfun.go.com/crafts/faux-fireplace-661702/
I SO want to do this! :) Can't wait to have kids.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Still Thanksgiving to me...
Because we still have family in town, and because we just had our Thanksgiving tacos yesterday, and because we haven't decorated or gone Christmas shopping, and because our Christmas decorations were up 'til JUNE last year, I'm holding on to Thanksgiving just a little longer. :)
I'm truly thankful for SO many things. First and foremost is my best friend and husband. While not every moment is pure fairy tale, we have a great marriage and it's only getting better as we get more experience. Even in our most frustrating moments, we still love each other and we always work through it. I'm thankful for ALL my family, really. And that includes his. Our families are crazy and occasionally difficult, but in the end each member is something amazing and we are blessed to be family.
I'm thankful for the gospel of Jesus Christ. I'm thankful for my testimony. I'm thankful that I understand the gospel and try to live it the best I can, not making excuses, not fearing correction from His spirit. I don't understand everything, of course, and what I do know I only have touched on, but I'm grateful for the Spirit that's in our home and our lives, and especially right now I feel the urge to invite it into every day more "on purpose."
I'm thankful for good friends. The few I have are QUALITY. I'm thankful to be finally reaching out a little and making new friends in our ward after all this time. Speaking of which, I'm grateful for our callings as primary teachers together. I'm thankful for our amazing kids that teach me every week. They are our friends as much as anyone!
Isn't it funny that when you ask people to get serious and name the top few things that they are grateful for, it's usually stuff like this? Family, friends, faith, food and shelter and all our basic needs being met. I love this time of year mostly because it forces me to reflect on what matters most, and appreciate what I have rather than me focus all my time and energy on getting more and taking care of day-to-day matters.
There are lots of things I'm thankful for every day, though. Every day is a new miracle and it brings with it a new something to be grateful for. I'm happiest when I remember those things, writing them down each day so I can see more clearly the Lord working in my life and the many small ways our day is blessed. I'm grateful for the moments that make me laugh out loud. I'm thankful for many beautiful things that I come across each day. I'm thankful for the things that "just work out" with or without my sincere effort to make them happen. I'm thankful for the HOPE each day that I'll learn something new, make a new friend, travel somewhere magical, deepen my relationship with God, and get that much closer to understanding *happiness*. Among my many gifts, being of good cheer is not one of them. But in times like these I think, maybe, it could become one.
I'm truly thankful for SO many things. First and foremost is my best friend and husband. While not every moment is pure fairy tale, we have a great marriage and it's only getting better as we get more experience. Even in our most frustrating moments, we still love each other and we always work through it. I'm thankful for ALL my family, really. And that includes his. Our families are crazy and occasionally difficult, but in the end each member is something amazing and we are blessed to be family.
I'm thankful for the gospel of Jesus Christ. I'm thankful for my testimony. I'm thankful that I understand the gospel and try to live it the best I can, not making excuses, not fearing correction from His spirit. I don't understand everything, of course, and what I do know I only have touched on, but I'm grateful for the Spirit that's in our home and our lives, and especially right now I feel the urge to invite it into every day more "on purpose."
I'm thankful for good friends. The few I have are QUALITY. I'm thankful to be finally reaching out a little and making new friends in our ward after all this time. Speaking of which, I'm grateful for our callings as primary teachers together. I'm thankful for our amazing kids that teach me every week. They are our friends as much as anyone!
Isn't it funny that when you ask people to get serious and name the top few things that they are grateful for, it's usually stuff like this? Family, friends, faith, food and shelter and all our basic needs being met. I love this time of year mostly because it forces me to reflect on what matters most, and appreciate what I have rather than me focus all my time and energy on getting more and taking care of day-to-day matters.
There are lots of things I'm thankful for every day, though. Every day is a new miracle and it brings with it a new something to be grateful for. I'm happiest when I remember those things, writing them down each day so I can see more clearly the Lord working in my life and the many small ways our day is blessed. I'm grateful for the moments that make me laugh out loud. I'm thankful for many beautiful things that I come across each day. I'm thankful for the things that "just work out" with or without my sincere effort to make them happen. I'm thankful for the HOPE each day that I'll learn something new, make a new friend, travel somewhere magical, deepen my relationship with God, and get that much closer to understanding *happiness*. Among my many gifts, being of good cheer is not one of them. But in times like these I think, maybe, it could become one.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
The other crafts...
I ran out of yarn for my scarf, so it looks like I'll have to wait a while before I finish it since we can't afford more yarn for at least another week. :) But here are the promised pics of the other crafts I did this week:
These pilgrim hats turned out to be SO cute, and since I always have spare flowers lying around, they were pretty cheap, too! You can find general directions here, but to be honest, I made it WAY simpler. I just took terra cotta planters (I picked SMALL ones, so they'd be cheap [$2.50 for 6 of them at Hobby Lobby] and I could make several for the different houses we were invited to this year) and spray painted them black. Then I used black cardstock from my scrapbook supplies and some black felt doubled together to make the brim of the hat, making sure to have a hole in the middle. I used hot glue, which I always have in abundance, to glue together the floral arrangements, then stuck them right in. A bit of yellow felt for the buckles, and I was good to go! WAY EASIER than the ones at FamilyFun, but those probably look better, too...so do it the way that suits you. :) I think l someday, when I have actual family coming over to MY house for dinner, I'll make even SMALLER ones and use them as place card holders. Wouldn't that be cute??? You could also fill them with candy instead of flowers, or small slips of paper to write what you're thankful for...very versatile for families of all shapes and sizes!
I also found this great digital camo duct tape at WalMart, and decided to make Paul a new wallet since it's more his thing than bright red is. :) He loves everything military, so he got pretty stoked when I gave it to him. Also, since I've made a few of them now, he got one that was put together a little better. Have I mentioned before how awesome this duct tape goodness is? Because it is. I will never, ever buy a wallet again! I'm thinking about using the rest of this duct tape for another wallet for one of my many military family members...but who? (P.S. One roll of fancy duct tape makes like 3 or 4 wallets. Even with the designer styles,it's still less than $1 a piece! If you want to make these as a gift, they are REALLY easy to make (check out a tutorial here), and then you could stuff them with gift cards or money or pictures of family or whatever you want. :) One note of warning: you'll have to experiment with sizes and such. None of the tutorials online gave me the sizes I wanted. So my first one was HUGE. Use your current wallet or some money and cards to make sure everything fits *just so*. :) If you like the three-fold style instead, MAKE IT! I did this for my niece's birthday so it would fit in her little purse, and it turned out quite nice, too. You'll thank yourself for it!
I also found this great digital camo duct tape at WalMart, and decided to make Paul a new wallet since it's more his thing than bright red is. :) He loves everything military, so he got pretty stoked when I gave it to him. Also, since I've made a few of them now, he got one that was put together a little better. Have I mentioned before how awesome this duct tape goodness is? Because it is. I will never, ever buy a wallet again! I'm thinking about using the rest of this duct tape for another wallet for one of my many military family members...but who? (P.S. One roll of fancy duct tape makes like 3 or 4 wallets. Even with the designer styles,it's still less than $1 a piece! If you want to make these as a gift, they are REALLY easy to make (check out a tutorial here), and then you could stuff them with gift cards or money or pictures of family or whatever you want. :) One note of warning: you'll have to experiment with sizes and such. None of the tutorials online gave me the sizes I wanted. So my first one was HUGE. Use your current wallet or some money and cards to make sure everything fits *just so*. :) If you like the three-fold style instead, MAKE IT! I did this for my niece's birthday so it would fit in her little purse, and it turned out quite nice, too. You'll thank yourself for it!
Beautiful things.
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| Getting up at 6 am has its perks...like seeing the beautiful sunrise every day! (This was yesterday's.) |
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| Gorgeous tea set sent to me by Clair. I'm in LOVE. The teapot has a tea infuser, too. It's like magic. |
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
A brief explanation...
I've been REALLY bad about writing in my journal lately. It's not that I don't love or value the insights gained as I write, and it's not like I don't have the time. There's just something about it that I dread. Maybe because I try to catch up on EVERYTHING and have a hard time just skipping to little relevant tidbits. Maybe because I feel the PRESSURE of trying to write something grand that future generations will use to learn all about me and who I was, painting an image of their ancestors, and sometimes I don't think I like what I write, so I censor my own writing. Or maybe because that gets old and then I write down EVERYTHING in a moment of passionate feelings, and all the anger/hurt/confusion or total joy/elation/excitement comes pouring out, and I'm afraid people will think I'm bipolar or something.
That's why I've been trying to update my blog every day. It's not quite as personal as a journal, and I still write in there when I'm feeling inspired to do so...but as for the everyday stuff, the general thoughts, and the insights into our lives during these first few years of marriage without children, a blog is much more convenient. And I can post pictures. :)
That's why I've been trying to update my blog every day. It's not quite as personal as a journal, and I still write in there when I'm feeling inspired to do so...but as for the everyday stuff, the general thoughts, and the insights into our lives during these first few years of marriage without children, a blog is much more convenient. And I can post pictures. :)
Keeping busy...
This is what I did yesterday...more pics to come of another Thanksgiving flower arrangement and a CAMO duct tape wallet! Wahoo! I heart being crafty. :)
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| My first EVER floral cornucopia. I'm in love! :) |
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| What do you think--does it need a bright orange ribbon around the basket? I think I need to go raid my ribbon box and see what I can do to make it even prettier... |
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| My first ever crocheting project...thank you to a special YouTube video for making this moment possible! SOMEday, this will resemble a scarf. :) |
Monday, November 22, 2010
For posterity: my thoughts on TRAVEL
Other than Canada (which IS very pretty, but it's not exactly a whole new world), I've never been anywhere outside of the States. I WANT TO TRAVEL! Paul and I are stoked about saving up for real vacations across the oceans. It's expensive, but not THAT expensive that we should go our whole lives without ever seeing the world! Really.
I took French in high school and college (other than 2 semesters of ASL), and because of that I have a LOT of Eiffel Tower stuff. Don't get me wrong, I'd LOVE to spend some time in Paris and even moreso some of the southern countryside of France. But there are several other places we'd love to go first:
Japan. Pretty much anywhere. I don't want to do anything too touristy, really, (at least not more than a day or two) but I just want to stay in a small village and explore the coasts and get to know the "real" Japan. And I want to visit my dad's old mission sites.
Italy. There are SO many places in Italy we want to visit, I'll bet we could spend a whole month there and still never see them all! Rome, Venice, Florence, Naples, Genova...seriously.
Vienna. Mostly because of the Billy Joel song. But I'm sure it's really awesome. ;) This would be part of our western Europe tour, because we want to see France and Germany along with Austria and Switzerland. While we're there, we'll totally hit up Ireland and England. Because we can. Paul wants to see WWII sites and I want to eat the food.
Australia. I don't know that Paul and I have really talked about Australia, and it's not at the top of either of our lists, but I'm pretty sure if we got to go there we'd be pretty stoked. We wouldn't have to learn a new language, and we'd be quoting "Finding Nemo" all the way!
South Korea. Here we would be TOTALLY touristy and go visit all the Korean drama sets we've seen (they tend to open them as museums/tourist attractions after they use them). We'd also gorge ourselves on yummy Korean food and visit some friends we've made over the years that live there.
I guess I'd really like to go to China and Thailand, too. I heart Thai food and, well, China's China. 'Nuff said.
Personally, I'd love to visit the Phillippines since that's where Paul's family lives. He's never been there! And he doesn't really want to go, mostly because he says it's too dangerous and he couldn't stand to see puppies being eaten. But if we get the chance to actually go someday, I'm sure he'll go. I don't know what we'd do there, but I'm sure we'd figure something out. :)
Also, a cruise. I've never been on one, and I want to go, just once, just to say I did it.
Guess we'd better get to work if we're going to go all these places, especially if we want to have kids, too! These things add up! I just can't wait 'til teleportation devices are invented.
I took French in high school and college (other than 2 semesters of ASL), and because of that I have a LOT of Eiffel Tower stuff. Don't get me wrong, I'd LOVE to spend some time in Paris and even moreso some of the southern countryside of France. But there are several other places we'd love to go first:
Japan. Pretty much anywhere. I don't want to do anything too touristy, really, (at least not more than a day or two) but I just want to stay in a small village and explore the coasts and get to know the "real" Japan. And I want to visit my dad's old mission sites.
Italy. There are SO many places in Italy we want to visit, I'll bet we could spend a whole month there and still never see them all! Rome, Venice, Florence, Naples, Genova...seriously.
Vienna. Mostly because of the Billy Joel song. But I'm sure it's really awesome. ;) This would be part of our western Europe tour, because we want to see France and Germany along with Austria and Switzerland. While we're there, we'll totally hit up Ireland and England. Because we can. Paul wants to see WWII sites and I want to eat the food.
Australia. I don't know that Paul and I have really talked about Australia, and it's not at the top of either of our lists, but I'm pretty sure if we got to go there we'd be pretty stoked. We wouldn't have to learn a new language, and we'd be quoting "Finding Nemo" all the way!
South Korea. Here we would be TOTALLY touristy and go visit all the Korean drama sets we've seen (they tend to open them as museums/tourist attractions after they use them). We'd also gorge ourselves on yummy Korean food and visit some friends we've made over the years that live there.
I guess I'd really like to go to China and Thailand, too. I heart Thai food and, well, China's China. 'Nuff said.
Personally, I'd love to visit the Phillippines since that's where Paul's family lives. He's never been there! And he doesn't really want to go, mostly because he says it's too dangerous and he couldn't stand to see puppies being eaten. But if we get the chance to actually go someday, I'm sure he'll go. I don't know what we'd do there, but I'm sure we'd figure something out. :)
Also, a cruise. I've never been on one, and I want to go, just once, just to say I did it.
Guess we'd better get to work if we're going to go all these places, especially if we want to have kids, too! These things add up! I just can't wait 'til teleportation devices are invented.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
For posterity: my thoughts on APOLOGIES
If you owe someone an apology, give it. Not apologizing and making genuine efforts to make it up, especially if this is a pattern in your life, makes a relationship grow sour. Apologies aren't followed by excuses or accusations. Being right isn't as important as making it right. Especially if it's someone you love. I don't know why it's so hard to say, "I'm sorry," or even explain what you MEANT to say/do/think/whatever...some people let pride get in the way, I guess. But as difficult as it is to forgive someone, it's ten times as difficult when they show no remorse for hurting you. A genuine apology when you've wronged someone (even if you didn't mean to) is what kind, thoughtful, flawed-but-good human beings in healthy relationships do.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
For posterity: my thoughts on STUFF
I don't know a better word for some of my material possessions than just plain ol' "stuff." Junk. Things. Treasures? Effects. Goods. Property. Nope, none of them quite work as well as just "stuff."
It turns out I have a lot of stuff. And I always want more. I go through these kicks where I want to purge myself of all sorts of STUFF, but then when I go to do it I'm like, "No, I need that just in case..." or "Maybe I don't need this now, but someday I'll wish I had it..." or "But this has such sentimental value, how could I part with this?" And I end up MAYBE getting rid of some clothes that don't fit me, but only if they don't fit me by A LOT because I also think, "But when I lose 15-20 pounds, which is going to happen very soon, I'll need this!" And then some old junk. OR, sometimes, I DO end up throwing it away and then later I really DO need it and wish I'd kept it! Vicious.
I am not a hoarder or anything! I think our house is fairly clean and void of clutter and junk. And I'm pretty reasonable about not worrying about getting more stuff just for stuff's sake, at least for an American. :) But sometimes I wish I could break free of all my stuff. I envy those people who live out of suitcases or backpack across the world, who live in a studio apartment and, instead of acquiring STUFF to do inside (not that I don't love my jam-packed craft closet or our shelves of books and movies and games), spend their lives out in the world doing...well, STUFF.
I'm still a work in progress. :)
It turns out I have a lot of stuff. And I always want more. I go through these kicks where I want to purge myself of all sorts of STUFF, but then when I go to do it I'm like, "No, I need that just in case..." or "Maybe I don't need this now, but someday I'll wish I had it..." or "But this has such sentimental value, how could I part with this?" And I end up MAYBE getting rid of some clothes that don't fit me, but only if they don't fit me by A LOT because I also think, "But when I lose 15-20 pounds, which is going to happen very soon, I'll need this!" And then some old junk. OR, sometimes, I DO end up throwing it away and then later I really DO need it and wish I'd kept it! Vicious.
I am not a hoarder or anything! I think our house is fairly clean and void of clutter and junk. And I'm pretty reasonable about not worrying about getting more stuff just for stuff's sake, at least for an American. :) But sometimes I wish I could break free of all my stuff. I envy those people who live out of suitcases or backpack across the world, who live in a studio apartment and, instead of acquiring STUFF to do inside (not that I don't love my jam-packed craft closet or our shelves of books and movies and games), spend their lives out in the world doing...well, STUFF.
I'm still a work in progress. :)
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Teehee. :)
So, tonight in all the hullabaloo of emergency grocery shopping, a baby shower, and Psych night, I COMPLETELY forgot about this bread that I had rising.
I forgot about it for 6 hours.
I cooked it anyway.
It was still edible...but it looked like this:
Most of that is air. The whole loaf sank as soon as I cut into it.
On the plus side, it's so huge it still filled us up faster. For the first time, we have leftovers from our midnight snack for Paul to take to work tomorrow. :)
I forgot about it for 6 hours.
I cooked it anyway.
It was still edible...but it looked like this:
On the plus side, it's so huge it still filled us up faster. For the first time, we have leftovers from our midnight snack for Paul to take to work tomorrow. :)
For posterity: my thoughts on TRADITIONS
I've already mentioned a few things along this vein, but I want to mention just a few more. :) My family didn't have a lot of traditions growing up. And what we did have didn't last long, especially once we became teenagers. But now Paul and I are figuring out what WE want for ourselves, and we have more ideas for traditions than I can really count or remember most of the time. :) I'll have to make myself a calendar or something!
One tradition, which we get to celebrate next week, is our annual Thanksgiving Tacos. This tradition is especially handy since Paul's allergic to turkey! Also, my sister is a vegetarian, so it's more easily modified to her needs and tastebuds than the traditional dinner. This whole thing started right after my parents' divorce. Mom had just moved a few weeks before Thanksgiving into her own apartment, and no one had a lot of money or the spirit and energy to put all that work into a big feast for only a few people, anyway. So Mom decided to take us out to Taco Bell. It stuck! While we go all out and make our own EVERYTHING tacos each year now, it's still way cheaper and, in my opinion, way yummier than the traditional feast. Mom's meat is just incredibly moist, because she puts tomato sauce in with the mixture and lets it simmer for a long while. And no one's allergic, and no one has to stay up for DAYS cooking. And we still eat pie. I'm SO SO SO excited for tacos this year!!! You don't even know.
But while it's fun and yummy and very unique, I do still like the traditional concept of Thanksgiving, and I'll probably end up doing something along those lines when we have kids. But I'm thinking a hybrid. :) Maybe turkey tacos (and some regular beef for Paul) for the day-after-Thanksgiving? Or just a bunch of tacos alongside my favorite Turkey Day side dishes, like that green bean casserole and sweet potatoes. And, of course, PIES.
Other fun traditions I want to keep: 25 days of picture books for Christmas (we've got about 2/3 of the books now--we're getting there!), our "Happy Birthday, Moon" birthday eve tradition, a 12 days of Christmas service thing, handmade Christmas gifts within our nuclear family, eating only round foods on Columbus Day, and I don't remember what else. I'll have to look through my journals to remember the rest. :) I want us to celebrate Flag Day somehow, I'm thinking maybe by making our own individual flags for that year and then using them for special celebrations, etc. Also, I was searching for good floral cornucopia ideas (which I REALLY want to make, like, NOW) and I found this GREAT idea to fill up the crevices in the centerpiece with little things that symbolize what you're thankful for...like a family picture for the family, a coin for the money you have, some autumn leaves and acorns for nature's beauty, etc. I'd love to see what everyone else puts in there. :) I want to have a Thanksgiving Tree, too, like I've had almost every year since I started college.
What are some of YOUR favorite family traditions? I could use some more ideas! (Especially for the non-holiday-season ones...I guess that's just on my mind a lot right now since we're THERE!)
One tradition, which we get to celebrate next week, is our annual Thanksgiving Tacos. This tradition is especially handy since Paul's allergic to turkey! Also, my sister is a vegetarian, so it's more easily modified to her needs and tastebuds than the traditional dinner. This whole thing started right after my parents' divorce. Mom had just moved a few weeks before Thanksgiving into her own apartment, and no one had a lot of money or the spirit and energy to put all that work into a big feast for only a few people, anyway. So Mom decided to take us out to Taco Bell. It stuck! While we go all out and make our own EVERYTHING tacos each year now, it's still way cheaper and, in my opinion, way yummier than the traditional feast. Mom's meat is just incredibly moist, because she puts tomato sauce in with the mixture and lets it simmer for a long while. And no one's allergic, and no one has to stay up for DAYS cooking. And we still eat pie. I'm SO SO SO excited for tacos this year!!! You don't even know.
But while it's fun and yummy and very unique, I do still like the traditional concept of Thanksgiving, and I'll probably end up doing something along those lines when we have kids. But I'm thinking a hybrid. :) Maybe turkey tacos (and some regular beef for Paul) for the day-after-Thanksgiving? Or just a bunch of tacos alongside my favorite Turkey Day side dishes, like that green bean casserole and sweet potatoes. And, of course, PIES.
Other fun traditions I want to keep: 25 days of picture books for Christmas (we've got about 2/3 of the books now--we're getting there!), our "Happy Birthday, Moon" birthday eve tradition, a 12 days of Christmas service thing, handmade Christmas gifts within our nuclear family, eating only round foods on Columbus Day, and I don't remember what else. I'll have to look through my journals to remember the rest. :) I want us to celebrate Flag Day somehow, I'm thinking maybe by making our own individual flags for that year and then using them for special celebrations, etc. Also, I was searching for good floral cornucopia ideas (which I REALLY want to make, like, NOW) and I found this GREAT idea to fill up the crevices in the centerpiece with little things that symbolize what you're thankful for...like a family picture for the family, a coin for the money you have, some autumn leaves and acorns for nature's beauty, etc. I'd love to see what everyone else puts in there. :) I want to have a Thanksgiving Tree, too, like I've had almost every year since I started college.
What are some of YOUR favorite family traditions? I could use some more ideas! (Especially for the non-holiday-season ones...I guess that's just on my mind a lot right now since we're THERE!)
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
For posterity: my thoughts on BIRTHDAYS
Two of my favorite people ever, Emilie and Caida, celebrate birthdays this week. Paul's was just under a month ago. I LOVE BIRTHDAYS!!! I even kinda like mine, as long as I don't get my hopes up too much. ;) I feel like birthdays are so amazing we have to celebrate them for a whole week. How many times do we get a day completely devoted to everyone's appreciation for YOU? Just once a year! I try to make birthdays extra special.
Special doesn't necessarily mean expensive, but it sure is nice to have money. Not that I care much about presents, really. I usually get things I don't really want or need, and I often forget who gave me what, anyway. But I LOVE using birthdays to celebrate and make memories. We try to do something new and fun every year, whether it's going to LegoLand or an off-Broadway play. Traveling places, eating good food, and doing new things make birthdays SO MUCH FUN!!! And we have fun birthday tradition with "Happy Birthday, Moon," that makes birthday eve the best!
I want a few birthdays to be even MORE spectacular than the others: specifically, 8, 12, and 16. Those are the milestone years in the church, I think, and more importantly, they were the years in our house we were allowed to have a birthday party that included more than just family. I don't know what special thing I'm going to do for my sons on their 8th and 12th birthday (maybe I'll leave that up to their dad), but when my daughters turn 8 they're going to get a handmade-by-me dollhouse. Old-school and cherished, the kind of thing they could have for YEARS and give to their own daughters. And when my daughters turn 12, I'm getting them a hope chest. We got one when we were 14, and it made moving out SO much easier on the wallet. Of course, I don't think I have ANYTHING I had in my hope chest since I've moved SO many times, but that chest now holds all our board games. So it's still got some use in it. :)
When our kids turn 16, I'm totally going to steal one of my dearest friend's husband's mom's idea (yes, Clair and BJ, I'm talking about you) and send them on an adventure all by themselves. I LOVE this idea. My parents didn't mean to do this with us, but I got to celebrate my 16th birthday in Florida with our high school bands over Spring Break. We marched in the Mardi Gras parade at Universal Studios, played at the Epcot center in Disney World, and I think on my actual birthday we went to Cocoa Beach, the Kennedy Space Center, and Medieval Times. I know my family was actually pretty poor at that time, but they sprung for this trip and I am SO GRATEFUL to my parents for doing so. Even though I wasn't in a very happy place at that time in my life, it's a memory that not everyone gets to claim. I find that amazing.
Other great birthdays: 12th birthday (basketball party at the church!), 15th (even though my parents announced their intent to divorce just 3 days before it, they made up for it by taking me to Indy to see "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat"), 19th (my new BYU friends threw a surprise party for me and it was actually a SURPRISE!), 24th (Lindsey and I got pedicures--my first and last so far--and then we went to a Chinese restaurant and ate everything we'd ever been too chicken to try, then went to try on expensive shoes with our new pretty feet), and 27th (student teaching, the Melting Pot, and "Beauty and the Beast"). This year will be pretty amazing, too--we're going to NYC to visit Emilie on her spring break! And I'm sure the best is yet to come. :)
I enjoy planning other's birthdays even more than my own, though. Paul's 25th LEGO birthday will go down in history as possibly the coolest party ever. :) And I have more ideas than we'll probably have birthdays, so I can't wait to grow up!
In sum: BIRTHDAYS ROCK!
Special doesn't necessarily mean expensive, but it sure is nice to have money. Not that I care much about presents, really. I usually get things I don't really want or need, and I often forget who gave me what, anyway. But I LOVE using birthdays to celebrate and make memories. We try to do something new and fun every year, whether it's going to LegoLand or an off-Broadway play. Traveling places, eating good food, and doing new things make birthdays SO MUCH FUN!!! And we have fun birthday tradition with "Happy Birthday, Moon," that makes birthday eve the best!
I want a few birthdays to be even MORE spectacular than the others: specifically, 8, 12, and 16. Those are the milestone years in the church, I think, and more importantly, they were the years in our house we were allowed to have a birthday party that included more than just family. I don't know what special thing I'm going to do for my sons on their 8th and 12th birthday (maybe I'll leave that up to their dad), but when my daughters turn 8 they're going to get a handmade-by-me dollhouse. Old-school and cherished, the kind of thing they could have for YEARS and give to their own daughters. And when my daughters turn 12, I'm getting them a hope chest. We got one when we were 14, and it made moving out SO much easier on the wallet. Of course, I don't think I have ANYTHING I had in my hope chest since I've moved SO many times, but that chest now holds all our board games. So it's still got some use in it. :)
When our kids turn 16, I'm totally going to steal one of my dearest friend's husband's mom's idea (yes, Clair and BJ, I'm talking about you) and send them on an adventure all by themselves. I LOVE this idea. My parents didn't mean to do this with us, but I got to celebrate my 16th birthday in Florida with our high school bands over Spring Break. We marched in the Mardi Gras parade at Universal Studios, played at the Epcot center in Disney World, and I think on my actual birthday we went to Cocoa Beach, the Kennedy Space Center, and Medieval Times. I know my family was actually pretty poor at that time, but they sprung for this trip and I am SO GRATEFUL to my parents for doing so. Even though I wasn't in a very happy place at that time in my life, it's a memory that not everyone gets to claim. I find that amazing.
Other great birthdays: 12th birthday (basketball party at the church!), 15th (even though my parents announced their intent to divorce just 3 days before it, they made up for it by taking me to Indy to see "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat"), 19th (my new BYU friends threw a surprise party for me and it was actually a SURPRISE!), 24th (Lindsey and I got pedicures--my first and last so far--and then we went to a Chinese restaurant and ate everything we'd ever been too chicken to try, then went to try on expensive shoes with our new pretty feet), and 27th (student teaching, the Melting Pot, and "Beauty and the Beast"). This year will be pretty amazing, too--we're going to NYC to visit Emilie on her spring break! And I'm sure the best is yet to come. :)
I enjoy planning other's birthdays even more than my own, though. Paul's 25th LEGO birthday will go down in history as possibly the coolest party ever. :) And I have more ideas than we'll probably have birthdays, so I can't wait to grow up!
In sum: BIRTHDAYS ROCK!
Monday, November 15, 2010
For posterity: my thoughts on TALENTS
I've been thinking A LOT about the talents I've been given (even in their infancy) and what I want to accomplish with them. How can they help me serve? How can they help make our family better? How can I get greater fulfillment with them? How can I use them to earn me money? ;) Et cetera.
I really have been blessed to have a wide arrange of gifts, and I don't say that boastfully. I'm certainly anything but overconfident. But I acknowledge that the Lord has blessed me with abilities and inclinations that I am SUPREMELY grateful for, things that make life easier or more fun. Some of these gifts are demonstrable, and some aren't. But we all have gifts and I believe they are meant to be used to help us leave the world better than we found it. (Which is my whole philosophy of life, and by its standard I am not really LIVING. Yet.)
Anywho, some of my too-often-neglected gifts, spoken of in my patriarchal blessing, by family members and friends, or just accidentally discovered along the way:
very often ever, but I'm impressed to say these two things.
I really have been blessed to have a wide arrange of gifts, and I don't say that boastfully. I'm certainly anything but overconfident. But I acknowledge that the Lord has blessed me with abilities and inclinations that I am SUPREMELY grateful for, things that make life easier or more fun. Some of these gifts are demonstrable, and some aren't. But we all have gifts and I believe they are meant to be used to help us leave the world better than we found it. (Which is my whole philosophy of life, and by its standard I am not really LIVING. Yet.)
Anywho, some of my too-often-neglected gifts, spoken of in my patriarchal blessing, by family members and friends, or just accidentally discovered along the way:
- Music. This is a neglected gift lately. I love to play piano, but I get frustrated when I can't sight-read something so I don't really practice and become better. I also love the flute, but haven't used that gift in AGES. (Thanks to a ward choir piece, I'm realizing how RUSTY I really am!) I kind of sing, or at least I can hit the pitch. I also want to learn the guitar, SO BADLY, but I hate the callouses. But beautiful music really adds to the spirit in our home and our meetings, and I feel like it's a gift I need to rediscover.
- Art. This covers a wide range of things, I know. I'm also including anything crafty and just the general ability to create something beautiful with my own hands and imagination into this category. I love making beautiful things. I just LOVE it. I especially love working with silk flowers, scrapbooking (I've gone digital--see some pages above), and ModPodge lately. And making crayons. There are still SO MANY things in the world of arts and crafts I want to experiment with, from glass etching to stained glass, from woodworking/burning to sewing, from sketching to painting. And cake decorating. I pretty much want to do it all!
- Learning. I love to learn, and I've been blessed with the ability to absorb, process, and store information efficiently. :) More than that, I have a passion for learning new things. I hope to be one of those people who is always taking a class, developing a new talent, reading, watching documentaries, and teaching others what I discover. I think the key to being a good teacher is being a lover of learning. That passion and enthusiasm really is contagious. I've seen it!
- Words. I love words. I love reading them, I love writing them, combining them in new ways. I don't talk much with people I don't know, or even people I do unless I'm really tired or anxious about something, but obviously by how much I write I have lots on my mind all the time, and the words have to come out somewhere. It's usually in a journal or blog entry or when I'm praying aloud that words make sense of my world. And I am in a get-it-all-out-there, remove-those-inhibitions-and-walls kick right now, so you get long-winded entries that perhaps tell you more about me than you really ever wanted to know. But you're reading this, so something must be propelling you onward. :)
- My patriarchal blessing didn't really mention any of those above talents, or any other talents I thought I had. What it did mention were gifts of the spirit that I never really viewed as talents. Specifically on my mind as I write this all down is that I was blessed with a "reverence and respect for life and other sacred and beautiful things." This line runs through my mind OFTEN. I'm still figuring out what it means. But it's interesting that this is a talent of mine. I hope I can live up to that.
- Also, I had a really, REALLY AMAZING experience a few years back that I feel impressed to record here. I was having a really rough time of things...basically my whole life was changing in radical, painful ways and, as a young adult, I wasn't really sure what to do. I know our Father in Heaven has a plan for us as people, and generally that plan is the same for everyone--come to earth to get a body, be good, suffer, have joy, and progress to be like him, die, return to Him, continue the work, etc....but I also believe that each of us has a SPECIFIC plan and part in all of it. I believe we came here, now, where we are, with the people around us, for a specific reason, and that knowing that purpose that only we can fulfill in our small circles of life (and then following through) are what bring us REAL happiness. In all the confusion and frustration of my life at that time, I was praying one night to understand this personally-tailored, specific-to-me plan. I told Heavenly Father how useless I felt, how lost I was, and then I asked Him in all sincerity of heart, "What did You make me for?" And the answer came as clearly as if He had spoken the words to my mind, which has never happened before or since to this day: "I made you to love people." Now, certainly, this is true of all of us in a general way. Charity is at the crux of salvation, any way you look at it. I wholeheartedly believe that if we understood and could only follow the commandment to "love one another as I have loved you," this world and all its problems would literally melt away. But at that moment, especially considering the things on my mind and the answers I was expecting to receive that differed SO GREATLY from this one, I knew the Lord was talking directly to me, Celeste Darland, as His daughter. It was a profoundly personal and spiritual moment in my life, and I haven't really talked about it with anyone until now. Mostly because I don't really live up to this charge, especially lately. But when I look at the gifts I've been given, the feelings of my heart, the truth is I really do love the people I love with all my whole heart. I believe what makes me a good teacher is that I love and can see potential in each and every one of my students, perhaps especially those who are difficult to love. I get the most joy out of serving others. I especially look forward to serving and loving my own children. I am saddest not when I don't feel loved by others, but when I feel like I don't really love others. In contrast, my greatest happiness comes from loving others even when they may not show that love in return. It's a powerful gift, that love. I need to "neglect not the gift that is in thee" now more than ever, because if there was ever a world in need of greater love, it's this one.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Random
Obi may be ill. She has weird wart-like blisters on her face that cropped up about two weeks ago and they just keep coming, busting open and bleeding all over. We don't have money for a vet. :( We are worried.
Did you know fortune cookies actually started in America, presumably based on a Japanese cracker recipe? Apparently they not only DIDN'T originate in China, but when companies try to sell them in China they don't succeed because people see them as "too American." People just popularized them for Chinese-American restaurants here around the turn of the century, and especially during WWII they became associated with Chinese-American stuff...probably because of the Japanese internment camps. Huh.
Did you also know that even though we don't have any children and at this rate may never bear our own biologically, we have our first three daughters named? My middle name means nothing and has no particular significance, so I wanted my daughters to have meaningful names. We're going down the maternal line. First daughter, named after my mother's mother's mother, will be Lillie Pearl. Lillie was the only other schoolteacher in the family (that I know of) and she loved flowers. I think we would've gotten along together nicely. Second daughter, with the middle name after that of my maternal grandmother's, will be Esperanza (we think) Lorraine. Esperanza after the book Esperanza Rising AND a family friend of Paul's. We may change our minds about that one, because her initials would be ELF...so we'll see. :) And our third daughter, after my mom's nickname, Aerie, and her middle name, Lee, will be Aeryn Lee. If I didn't want Lillie so badly, Aeryn would be the first, because I think mom will LOVE having another granddaughter named after her (my niece, Caida Lee, got there first. :) And what if I only have two girls and a bunch of boys? What will I do? Lillie Pearl, Espy, and Aerie Berry...I know it's kinda weird, but I feel like I already know and love them and call out their nicknames in my daydreams and I--WE--just can't wait to have them in our life. One way or another...
Boys, however, are much harder to name. At least I think so.
We want to end up in Seattle someday.
I don't like mushrooms.
Did you know fortune cookies actually started in America, presumably based on a Japanese cracker recipe? Apparently they not only DIDN'T originate in China, but when companies try to sell them in China they don't succeed because people see them as "too American." People just popularized them for Chinese-American restaurants here around the turn of the century, and especially during WWII they became associated with Chinese-American stuff...probably because of the Japanese internment camps. Huh.
Did you also know that even though we don't have any children and at this rate may never bear our own biologically, we have our first three daughters named? My middle name means nothing and has no particular significance, so I wanted my daughters to have meaningful names. We're going down the maternal line. First daughter, named after my mother's mother's mother, will be Lillie Pearl. Lillie was the only other schoolteacher in the family (that I know of) and she loved flowers. I think we would've gotten along together nicely. Second daughter, with the middle name after that of my maternal grandmother's, will be Esperanza (we think) Lorraine. Esperanza after the book Esperanza Rising AND a family friend of Paul's. We may change our minds about that one, because her initials would be ELF...so we'll see. :) And our third daughter, after my mom's nickname, Aerie, and her middle name, Lee, will be Aeryn Lee. If I didn't want Lillie so badly, Aeryn would be the first, because I think mom will LOVE having another granddaughter named after her (my niece, Caida Lee, got there first. :) And what if I only have two girls and a bunch of boys? What will I do? Lillie Pearl, Espy, and Aerie Berry...I know it's kinda weird, but I feel like I already know and love them and call out their nicknames in my daydreams and I--WE--just can't wait to have them in our life. One way or another...
Boys, however, are much harder to name. At least I think so.
We want to end up in Seattle someday.
I don't like mushrooms.
For posterity: my thoughts on ANIMALS
My house was a zoo growing up, and I'm not just talking about my brother. :) My mom LOVES animals, and grew up with dogs and horses, so even on our humble little half-acre we always had LOTS of animals. All the time. Like, there was a time when we literally had 4 dogs, a dozen or so cats and kittens, a hedgehog, 3 geckos, 2 rabbits, 2 guinea pigs, 2 degus, and an aquarium of fish, ALL AT ONCE. I don't even know how many dogs and cats we've had over the years (Mom bred collies for a while, and our cats always had kittens), but the total of animals was just HECKA LOT.
Because of Mom, I like horses and dogs, too. But because we had so many pets, the novelty of them has worn off. I'm not in love with them. I don't get uber excited about them. I don't have the knack for caring for non-people living things like my sister does. I kill plants. I am sort of apathetic towards animals. I prefer people.
So, when we went to go adopt a dog (on January 18), all the dogs were up on their hind legs and barking up a storm. Not Obi. She has this thing where she smushes herself up against the cage so you can pet her and looks up at you with these sad eyes even when her head is down (think of that scene in Bolt), and that was our first impression of her. While I did agree to get this dog mostly for Paul's sake, I wanted her to be a sweetie since I was the one who would likely be taking care of her most of the time. So she had me at hello. But I was deceived! While she certainly can be that sweet puppy I first fell in love with, 9 days out of 10 she's destroying something, jumping up on me and giving me scrapes and bruises, talking back to me (yes, she does that!), and pretending that I'm choking her as I drag her away to the cage. Obi is part pig (I mean, just look at her!), part cat (she rubs up on our legs like a cat), part goat (she'll eat anything), and I forget what else. But for all her faults and quirks, she's our first puppy, our first pet, and we think of her as sort of our first child. (Albeit a very strong and energetic one!) For that she will always be loved. :) We hope she lives long enough for our children to play with when they're young, but if not, I want Obi remembered as the first creature loved and raised by us.
Because of Mom, I like horses and dogs, too. But because we had so many pets, the novelty of them has worn off. I'm not in love with them. I don't get uber excited about them. I don't have the knack for caring for non-people living things like my sister does. I kill plants. I am sort of apathetic towards animals. I prefer people.
That may explain the relationship I have with Paul's and my first dog, Obsidian. We adopted her from a shelter almost a year ago now. She was a year or so old when we got her, so we missed her adorable puppy years. When we first had her, I was student teaching, and all she was to me was another little one to train, feed, clean up after, and keep me up at night (she barked ALL THE TIME!). Now, though, since we spend so much time together, I have a love-hate relationship with her. I try to love her, she bites or scratches and bruises me or abuses any trust I give her, I get angry, she tries to make it up by being adorable, all is forgiven and we start the cycle anew. :) But here are some things that I LOVE about Obi:
1. She loves peanut butter. I give her the PB jars when we're done with them, after taking the paper and lid off, and let her go at it. It's better than any chew toy and keeps her happy for literally HOURS. It's actually really cute to see her hold down the jar and stick her snout all the way into it and breathe and fog up the thing. Also, her tongue is REALLY long, and I never knew that before. Other favorite foods of hers: mango, rice, bananas. And whatever is on our plates for dinner. As Paul's mom said, "Aw, she's Filipina!"
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| Obi with a jar of PB. |
2. Obsidian (coolest name ever, BTW) knows the words "treat," "cage," "outside," "food," "water," "ball," "dinner's ready," "down," and her nickname, Obi. She also knows the following tricks so far: sit, lay down (formerly "worship me!"), beg, dance, stay, come here, shake, crawl, kiss, and speak. Sometimes, when Emilie's here, she remembers "How many is this?" when you hold up two fingers and she barks twice. It's fun having her learn new tricks, especially when she performs for others. Which she rarely ever does, so if you see it, consider yourself lucky. :)
3. Even though she's 50+ pounds, she thinks she's a lap dog. This is my favorite side of Obi, the curl-up-and-sleep-with-you sweetheart side. I get that most of the day...'til Paul comes home. Then playful, destructive, spoiled, back-talking, disobedient Obi comes out and I feel like pulling out all my hair. But she really could be SO much worse.
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| Sleeping Obi. |
Saturday, November 13, 2010
For posterity: my thoughts on COOKING
Not baking, cooking. 'Cause there's TOTALLY a difference. :)
IN BALANCE, the pros outweigh the cons, so I do cook most every day (even if it's just storebought pasta) and I don't totally hate it. But my dishes do pile up. It's a compromise. :)
(For the record: I heart baking...mostly. Except for those dishes and the calories. But what can you do?)
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| Valentine's Day pancakes (just a touch of food coloring and some heart-shaped cookie cutters make all the difference!) |
I have a love-hate relationship with cooking, and, like so many things, I think it's best demonstrated by a list.
REASONS I LOVE COOKING:
1. I enjoy eating. :)
2. I get tired of food fast (rarely eating leftovers, I give them to Paul), so I enjoy trying new recipes. And I'm usually not too bad at it.
3. I have two very appreciative eaters at home...Paul, who likes everything I make, and Obi, who would eat it whether she liked it or not.
4. Sometimes it's fun to try and create something new, or especially colorful, or to copy something we've had at a restaurant. 5. It's cheaper (usually) than eating out. And I get a say in what goes into my food.
6. In our house, whoever cooks the meal gets a BIG kiss on the cheek after we eat. It's my favorite part of every meal. We are totally doing it even if we have 80 million kids. :)
7. SOMETIMES, I'm lucky enough to cook WITH Paul. That's always fun. We can talk, sing, teach each other things, and then we BOTH get kisses afterwards. :)
REASONS I HATE COOKING:
1. The clean up!2. The time some dishes require...if I have to chop or actually WORK for more than a half-hour for a meal (this doesn't include baking/simmering time), then I probably won't even try cooking it. Not that I have a lot to do right now, but I don't enjoy cooking enough to devote an entire evening to it. Especially when all that work lasts 15 minutes before it's completely devoured, anyway.
3. I fear and hate failure, especially in the kitchen. This goes for baking, too. When I waste food because I burn it, over- or under-cook it, forget an important ingredient, or it just tastes really bad...I'm not the person you want to be around! Unfortunately, because of my limited skills, this happens more often than I'd care to admit (especially in baking...even classics like fudge or no-bakes!).
4. The cost. While it's cheaper than eating out, it's not always cheaper than black beans and rice. So too often, mac-and-cheese supreme wins out over anything truly tasty or healthy because we lack the funds (or the space) for all the ingredients for every dish I want to make.
5. THE BIG ONE: You have to do it, like, every day! I wish we were camels and could make our food LAST, or were bears and could hibernate, especially in the winter...or anytime I'm super busy and wish the cooking fairies would come do it for me. I feel the same way about dishes and laundry. I tire of the tedium. We are such inefficient creatures!
(For the record: I heart baking...mostly. Except for those dishes and the calories. But what can you do?)
Friday, November 12, 2010
For posterity: my thoughts on DEATH
Since this blog is obviously more for posterity than for trying to get a lot of people involved in my life, I thought I'd spend the next few weeks sharing a few of my thoughts about a wide range of things that have been on my mind. Or maybe not even that, just stuff I want to talk about. Today is the first installment, and it's a long one, but there's a reason for that. I've been thinking about death a lot lately. I'm not uber-depressed or terribly morbid (well, maybe a little of the latter ;)...but I've had a few family deaths in the last month and I'm finally ready to share my thoughts. This is my own personal memorium about Grandma and Uncle Rick, both of whom have passed away recently, and the thoughts that their passing have inspired.
On October 16, my dad's mom, my grandma Darland-Tucker, passed away. She'd had a stroke and she was older, so it wasn't a big shock she died...in fact, I mentioned in a previous post how we were able to go to her home in Peru, Indiana, and visit a bit since we were expecting the worst. What I didn't say was that she was unconscious the whole time we were there. What I didn't say was that I feel like the world's worst granddaughter because even though she only lived an hour away I haven't seen her for seven or eight years. She's never met my husband. I thought about visiting, but never really made time for it. My extended family and my core family have never really been close; we were raised very inward-looking. I have a hard time reaching outward. Everything feels like a hassle, a distraction from my life. And then our time is up and we're out of chances and I feel intense regret.
Not heartbreak. But regret. Because I never really knew my grandma. Not as an adult. She was a sweet lady. I have lots of memories when I was younger of going to her house. She and my step-grandpa would take my sisters and brother and me to Lake Mississinewa in the summers. We'd also eat a lot of pizza and coney dogs (hey, what are grandparents for?). She bought Catalina dressing just because she knew I loved it. She had a stash of cookies we used to "sneak" at night. Grandma loved to sing and play piano...in fact, if it weren't for her I probably wouldn't know how to play today, because she taught me to love it and then gave my family the piano I learned how to play on when she thought I showed promise. Grandma mostly loved to TALK. Ohmyword did she! Dad tells us stories of when he was younger...like when she picked up the phone during dinner and was gone for over an hour, and when she came back they learned that it was a wrong number...but did you know that they are related to so-and-so! Grandma was the primo (prima?) family historian. That was her truest passion. She wrote down family histories and had a bajillion boxes of photos and catalogued cemeteries and told me stories about people and most of the time I really had no idea who she was talking about. But she loved to talk, and she loved family, and I wish I had more of her records and more of her memories to draw on.
It surprised me how sad I was, not knowing this woman, not being able to claim a real relationship other than blood, when she passed away. I wish, like we all do when that day arrives, that we had more time.
On Friday the 29th, my great-aunt died. I don't think I ever met her, but she was one of my dad's favorite aunts. Her son was a race car driver. That's all I know about her. So I wasn't too saddened by her loss, but I grieve for my dad and those that knew her well.
On Tuesday, November 2, my dad's brother, Uncle Rick, passed away from esophageal cancer. Again, he'd been battling poor health for a while now, and he finally had had enough and decided to go off his nutrients/fluids. He lived a surprisingly long time after that. But even though his death did come and it wasn't a shock, it is still really sad. I don't have many memories of ANY of my uncles. One was in prison for most of my life (though he's made some AMAZING turnarounds and gives me hope for my brother), one was absent and OLD, one was in Utah, and one died a few years ago. But Uncle Rick was a cool guy. I remember IDOLIZING my cousins, Danielle and Ricky, when I was younger. They were athletic and COOL. They had a sand volleyball court in their backyard. They played with us! Uncle Rick had a lot of cool toys. He furnished his basement. Mostly, though, I remember that he was a quiet, gentle kind of man that sort of reminded me of my own dad back in the day. Another generation of silent worker-confidant-my-word-is-my-bond kind of man that you just don't find often anymore. He loved to fish. I didn't. He loved to work with his hands (he was in construction), and I learned at his funeral that he was the kind of worker you couldn't rush, but you still wanted him doing your work because it was QUALITY. Later in life, he found Jesus and became an associate pastor (or something like that), and spent a lot of his life inspiring others and spreading the word of God's love...perhaps especially when he was diagnosed with cancer. He was a Vietnam vet. He liked John Denver. He was all right. :) His funeral was filled with amazing memories by people who knew him. I wouldn't have been able to say much of anything.
Because of this, my sister and I decided that (a) we're planning our own funerals NOW so that (heaven forbid) should something happen unexpectedly no one will have to worry about that, and (b) we're going to throw funerals for family members BEFORE they die so that we can get to know them. :)
SO. My funeral. I want it to be short and sweet and filled with song. I want "Each Life that Touches Ours for Good" and "Families Can Be Together Forever" as the opening and closing songs, respectively. I want "Consider the Lilies" sung by a quartet (or double-quartet). I want a solo or trio of "Nearer My God to Thee" sung. Maybe an instrumental piece or something. I want Lindsey, Paul, and any family member who wishes it to have 5 minutes max each to share a favorite memory or a few thoughts. Then, I want it to be over. Buried. I love the poetry of cremation, but I don't want that for me personally. Then, I want everyone to come to our home and be with Paul and eat lots of food and play happy music and share stories and laughs and be happy.
But hopefully, Paul and I have decided, we'll be 80 years old and die in our sleep or a car accident or something TOGETHER so no one has to worry about missing the other and no one mourns the death of anyone so young. In that case, go to my mom's house ('cause she'll probably STILL be around) and do all the partying there. And I'll be watching, so you better make it the party of the century!
My thoughts on death: what a miracle. I really, really do have a testimony that death isn't the end. It's almost something to look forward to, in a way. I know that God lives and I believe that moving on, back to His presence, is a wonderful thing and a necessary step in our eternal journey. "To die would be an awfully big adventure!" But I think life is a great miracle, too. And we only get one shot at it. We never know when it'll be over. We never know what people will remember, think, say...and if I were to die right now, I would have SO MANY REGRETS. I think of all the time I waste in a thousand different ways and I know that I'm nowhere near ready to die. And I'd probably only have a handful of people at the funeral. We inward-looking people don't make friends easily. And no one will know us well enough to mourn us when we're gone.
On October 16, my dad's mom, my grandma Darland-Tucker, passed away. She'd had a stroke and she was older, so it wasn't a big shock she died...in fact, I mentioned in a previous post how we were able to go to her home in Peru, Indiana, and visit a bit since we were expecting the worst. What I didn't say was that she was unconscious the whole time we were there. What I didn't say was that I feel like the world's worst granddaughter because even though she only lived an hour away I haven't seen her for seven or eight years. She's never met my husband. I thought about visiting, but never really made time for it. My extended family and my core family have never really been close; we were raised very inward-looking. I have a hard time reaching outward. Everything feels like a hassle, a distraction from my life. And then our time is up and we're out of chances and I feel intense regret.
Not heartbreak. But regret. Because I never really knew my grandma. Not as an adult. She was a sweet lady. I have lots of memories when I was younger of going to her house. She and my step-grandpa would take my sisters and brother and me to Lake Mississinewa in the summers. We'd also eat a lot of pizza and coney dogs (hey, what are grandparents for?). She bought Catalina dressing just because she knew I loved it. She had a stash of cookies we used to "sneak" at night. Grandma loved to sing and play piano...in fact, if it weren't for her I probably wouldn't know how to play today, because she taught me to love it and then gave my family the piano I learned how to play on when she thought I showed promise. Grandma mostly loved to TALK. Ohmyword did she! Dad tells us stories of when he was younger...like when she picked up the phone during dinner and was gone for over an hour, and when she came back they learned that it was a wrong number...but did you know that they are related to so-and-so! Grandma was the primo (prima?) family historian. That was her truest passion. She wrote down family histories and had a bajillion boxes of photos and catalogued cemeteries and told me stories about people and most of the time I really had no idea who she was talking about. But she loved to talk, and she loved family, and I wish I had more of her records and more of her memories to draw on.
It surprised me how sad I was, not knowing this woman, not being able to claim a real relationship other than blood, when she passed away. I wish, like we all do when that day arrives, that we had more time.
On Friday the 29th, my great-aunt died. I don't think I ever met her, but she was one of my dad's favorite aunts. Her son was a race car driver. That's all I know about her. So I wasn't too saddened by her loss, but I grieve for my dad and those that knew her well.
On Tuesday, November 2, my dad's brother, Uncle Rick, passed away from esophageal cancer. Again, he'd been battling poor health for a while now, and he finally had had enough and decided to go off his nutrients/fluids. He lived a surprisingly long time after that. But even though his death did come and it wasn't a shock, it is still really sad. I don't have many memories of ANY of my uncles. One was in prison for most of my life (though he's made some AMAZING turnarounds and gives me hope for my brother), one was absent and OLD, one was in Utah, and one died a few years ago. But Uncle Rick was a cool guy. I remember IDOLIZING my cousins, Danielle and Ricky, when I was younger. They were athletic and COOL. They had a sand volleyball court in their backyard. They played with us! Uncle Rick had a lot of cool toys. He furnished his basement. Mostly, though, I remember that he was a quiet, gentle kind of man that sort of reminded me of my own dad back in the day. Another generation of silent worker-confidant-my-word-is-my-bond kind of man that you just don't find often anymore. He loved to fish. I didn't. He loved to work with his hands (he was in construction), and I learned at his funeral that he was the kind of worker you couldn't rush, but you still wanted him doing your work because it was QUALITY. Later in life, he found Jesus and became an associate pastor (or something like that), and spent a lot of his life inspiring others and spreading the word of God's love...perhaps especially when he was diagnosed with cancer. He was a Vietnam vet. He liked John Denver. He was all right. :) His funeral was filled with amazing memories by people who knew him. I wouldn't have been able to say much of anything.
Because of this, my sister and I decided that (a) we're planning our own funerals NOW so that (heaven forbid) should something happen unexpectedly no one will have to worry about that, and (b) we're going to throw funerals for family members BEFORE they die so that we can get to know them. :)
SO. My funeral. I want it to be short and sweet and filled with song. I want "Each Life that Touches Ours for Good" and "Families Can Be Together Forever" as the opening and closing songs, respectively. I want "Consider the Lilies" sung by a quartet (or double-quartet). I want a solo or trio of "Nearer My God to Thee" sung. Maybe an instrumental piece or something. I want Lindsey, Paul, and any family member who wishes it to have 5 minutes max each to share a favorite memory or a few thoughts. Then, I want it to be over. Buried. I love the poetry of cremation, but I don't want that for me personally. Then, I want everyone to come to our home and be with Paul and eat lots of food and play happy music and share stories and laughs and be happy.
But hopefully, Paul and I have decided, we'll be 80 years old and die in our sleep or a car accident or something TOGETHER so no one has to worry about missing the other and no one mourns the death of anyone so young. In that case, go to my mom's house ('cause she'll probably STILL be around) and do all the partying there. And I'll be watching, so you better make it the party of the century!
My thoughts on death: what a miracle. I really, really do have a testimony that death isn't the end. It's almost something to look forward to, in a way. I know that God lives and I believe that moving on, back to His presence, is a wonderful thing and a necessary step in our eternal journey. "To die would be an awfully big adventure!" But I think life is a great miracle, too. And we only get one shot at it. We never know when it'll be over. We never know what people will remember, think, say...and if I were to die right now, I would have SO MANY REGRETS. I think of all the time I waste in a thousand different ways and I know that I'm nowhere near ready to die. And I'd probably only have a handful of people at the funeral. We inward-looking people don't make friends easily. And no one will know us well enough to mourn us when we're gone.
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