Monday, October 31, 2011

Happy Birthday Mom!

Today would have been my mother's Birthday.
This is the eulogy I gave at her funeral.
I love you Mom.

“A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet”. Shakespeare wrote this long before October 31, 193* when my mother was born in IA. She was named Bernell by her Mother, D. L., after a girl friend in Denmark. Her father J. T. was working as a farm laborer, and her crib was an orange crate with a pillow for a mattress. I think she always seemed to internalize the humility of that orange crate, but to me it is lovely to think of the sweet smell of orange blossoms enveloping a newborn on a soft feather pillow. My mother hated her name. I must admit I was relieved when she emphatically assured me she did NOT want me to give it to any of my children. Whether you knew her as Bernell T., Bernell S., Babs C., Lorraine C., Babs S., or Mom, the words of Shakespeare ring true. My mother was as lovely as a rose and smelled just as sweet. She continually blossomed among the thorns of life, while sharing her beauty with those who knew her. She appreciated the variety of people she met, the places they came from, and the beauty they added to the garden. She had difficulty choosing a favorite flower, because she saw the beauty each brought in its season and habitat.

Mom grew up in Council Bluffs IA after her parents divorced when she was 6. That was always hard on her, especially being separated from her brother Larry, and sister Evelyn. Life with a stepmother was difficult, and she often wondered why her mother did not want her. She always loved having her brother Roy and the younger brothers and sisters that came from her Dad’s marriage to Margaret. It was a large family with seven step-siblings. She didn’t have a lot of material things, and started to work early. I remember mom scaring my kids by telling them about her first job at age 10. She got 5 cents an item for ironing laundry for the neighbors. She was always hated to go because she had to go down into their dark cellar basement where there were spider webs. In high school, she got to work at the Strand Movie Theatre which she always spoke of fondly. She got to be a “soda jerk” and an usher and wear a spiffy uniform, which she said was probably the nicest set of clothes she had. I think it must have been there that Mom decided she liked to have a sharp outfit. She always said how much she loved being a teenager in the 50’s with all of the fun music, fashions, and cars of the day.

It was preparing for her high school graduation that she learned encountered the first variation of her first name. Her whole life her father had told her her name was spelled “BURNEILLE”, but when she obtained a copy of her birth certificate to present for her diploma, the spelling was “BERNELL”. Imagine her surprise to learn she had been spelling it wrong her whole life. To add insult to injury, the school got it wrong on her diploma and wrote “DERNELL”.

Upon graduation she was anxious expand her horizons and tore out of Iowa as fast as she could. She headed to Salt Lake City to work as a telephone operator, which she thought was a great adventure, and was earning money to meet Dick in Hawaii so they could marry. They were married in the Hawaii temple in October, 195*. Mom loved everything but the bugs in Hawaii and gained an appreciation for a good party when she participated in the festivities of Hawaii becoming a state. She had Rick in 195*, Doug in 196*, and Jodi in 196*. They were living in Salt Lake City when she and Dick divorced. It was at this time she decided she wanted a fresh start and started going by “Babs”. She had heard this name on a TV show, and thought it was cute, and it stuck. She was terrified to be a young single mother, and was very optimistic when she married my dad, Boyd C. in 196*. From there they moved around Utah and California some before coming to Sacramento, California where they had Bradley. Things were tight with finances and mom was always trying to make bread and cookies to sell for extra money when she could.

It was in 197* they moved north to Paradise, and that was where she spent some of the happiest years of her life. I was born there in 197*. She loved the pine trees, the temperate weather, and the sociality of church members. She made many lifelong friends there, and it was there that she enjoyed a period relative comfort. In 197* she and my dad built her dream house on Valley View Dr. and it was there that she thrived. The December after they moved in their home was featured in the local Parade of Homes and she worked tirelessly to make her home “magazine perfect”. She had a talent for making things beautiful and loved attending to the smallest detail to make it just right. What she wanted more than anything in the world was to be a good wife and mother. Homemaking was her chosen career and she pursued it with passion. She was so happy to not have to work outside the home and to be able to devote her energies to her family. She had never been raised or taught the finer ways of life, and she wanted to give that to her children.

While in Paradise she served in many callings in the church including Relief Society President and as director of Girls Camp. She loved to serve and be involved in all that she could. She was constantly seeking to improve herself and to learn more. She was quick to say she wasn’t smart, but was equally as eager to find opportunities to learn. She was always attending the “know your religion” series or reading the paper. She loved to attend Education Week at BYU and would come home armed with books and tapes she would listen to as she worked around the house. She loved to listen to talk radio and write letters to the school board or city council when social issues concerned her. When she came upon a series of books about home organization she changed all of our lives forever. Sorting, cleaning, and labeling became a way of life. She spent so much time organizing, it made me wonder if it would have been faster to just lose something and look for it, but it gave her great pleasure. She would organize any kitchen she could get her hands on, and gave many lectures to groups about how to do so.

It was during this time she sought to begin traditions for her children, especially with the holidays in mind, most notably, the legendary “C* Christmas”. I think all the children, even me at age 3, agree we remember that Christmas on Wagstaff as one of our favorites. Mom said it was the first Christmas she ever had any money to spend, and she went hog wild. The joy she had at watching our delight at the magic of Santa planted a conviction in her to always make Christmas morning as magical as she could. There wasn’t a gift given that she didn’t choose very specifically and carefully, often fretting to the last that the receiver appreciate and love it as much as she hoped. She wanted to give us all she never had and more. “Life is hard enough” she would say. “I’m going to spoil them whenever I can.” And she did. She started a self imposed tradition of staying awake all night on Christmas eve, not only because of the volume of gifts she had to wrap, but because she insisted on being so meticulous about how she wrapped them. Her love was manifest in the coordinating ribbons and bows, and perfectly crisp corners of carefully selected wrapping paper. I could never figure out why she was so tired Christmas morning when Santa was the one who had been up all night. She also started a tradition that she would stay up all night after Thanksgiving so we would wake up to our house magically transformed and ready for the Christmas Season. I confess since I have had 6 children of my own and attempted to decorate with them awake I have wondered if her motive was more of convenience than surprise, but she would never have let us think otherwise. Then, that day we would pile in the suburban and drive to her favorite tree lot in Chico and pick out a Christmas tree. She always loved how the lot owner knew her by name and would often have a tree he cut with her in mind. From there it was off to see Santa, and then to McDonalds for breakfast.

There were the Easter treats from Joy Lyn’s candy with their handmade candy eggs and chocolate baskets, homemade divinity on Valentines day, picnic cake for the fourth of July, and Clam chowder (occasionally without the clams) on Christmas eve. For birthdays, she would always make a poster filled with photos of us from birth to display. Though her birthday was on Halloween, she never complained about it being about us and our trick or treating or parties. I think she loved having her birthday on a holiday, especially because of all the treats. She would always decorate to the hilt, and enjoyed the change in seasons.

When I was a freshman in high school, she was called to be a seminary teacher. While intimidated by the challenge, she put all of her energy into being the best seminary teacher she could. She not only spent hours studying the scriptures to prepare for her lessons, but spent as much time trying to ensure she conveyed to her students her love for them, and her desires for them to have a testimony of the gospel. A dear friend of mine sent me an email this week telling how her influence on him at that time remains a light in his life to this day.

She pursued the ideal in home life for herself and her children despite circumstances that constantly challenged her selfless desires. She had great sorrow and struggle in not having the type of support she longed for in trying to raise a family to the Lord. She wanted to give us what she had never had growing up, and fought everyday to try and do so. I cannot fathom the courage and faith it must have taken, and I will always admire her bravery.

Throughout her life my mother developed a Christ like charity, and could find the best in all around her. That woman made an awful lot of lemonade in her lifetime. Only she and the Lord know the courage it took for her to create her own happiness. I can only hope to appreciate it as I daily reap the benefits from it.

January of 198*, when I was the only one left at home, she decided it was time to start out on her own again and leave my dad. It was the start of a period of great uncertainty and turmoil as she struggled to enter a competitive workforce without the skills needed to make that easy. She put on a brave face and faith and did her best, always trying to stay positive. She worked several different jobs to keep afloat. She moved between Arizona, and California before finally landing in Utah. It was while working a phone sales job there that she started going by Lorraine (Babs was difficult to understand over the phone.) Finally, at the spry age of 54, she went to cosmetology school in Provo. There she thrived. While the book study was difficult for her, she blossomed in the association with her peers. She was loved by her instructors, and particularly fellow students who enjoyed her wit, optimism, and tenacity. She was so happy to finally feel like she had a direction for herself, and her confidence grew. But, always doubting her abilities, took a job in sales again after graduating.

In these years she sought to have as much fun and as many adventures as her time and meager means would allow. She loved to see her children and grandchildren whenever she could, her dear sister Peggy in Salt Lake, and extended family when possible. She relished a trip to Disneyworld with Doug and Shauna, and a month spent in Jackson Hole one summer with me. She was active in her singles ward and found a group of ladies she enjoyed going out with. She even did a little bit of dating and formed some more dear friendships. She loved going to the theatre, traveling, cooking, and being in nature. She loved Sundance and Jackson Hole, seeing Doug and Shauna in Idaho, and an occasional visit to the old stomping ground in Paradise. She beamed with pride about her grandchildren as they came along, and always had pictures of them up everywhere. She always thought her kids were the best and brightest, and as is typical of mothers, thought we were much better than we probably were. She continued to be faithful to her covenants, and was hopeful to someday be able to marry and spend the rest of her life with someone.

Early 2002 was a thrilling time for mom when she got to be a part of the Winter Olympics as a volunteer. Just like at the Strand Theatre in Iowa, she loved wearing her bright gold and black Olympic uniform and felt privileged to be a part of something so magnificent. Mom believed anything worth doing was worth doing well, and was inspired and awed by the majesty of the mountains, the athletes, and the spirit of the Olympics. It was later that year when she met Harold. Aunt Peggy said she was like a high school girl with a boyfriend, and was so happy to marry again in July 200*. I was her escort and the temple and got a little miffed that everyone kept asking if I was the mother of the bride, but mom thought it was hilarious. Before her illness took hold, she enjoyed being able to establish a home again, have someone to cook and clean for, and to travel and make new friends. She enjoyed working in the Mt. Timpanogos temple where they were married, and doing some genealogy. Mom loved a road trip, and she and Harold took many across the country in that little red Saturn. Mom was not a difficult person to please. A stop at a gas station for a coke and a candy bar could be the highlight of day. She was perfectly happy with a Motel 6 if it was clean and meant she could be on an adventure. I remember her recounting sleeping in a tent at some music festival while on their honeymoon, and how they had sat around listening to someone play the banjo and the dobro late into the night and what fun that was. She came on a girls trip to NYC when her granddaughter Amanda graduated from high school and traipsed all over that city without a word of complaint in the August heat. She was having the adventure of a lifetime, smiling and giggling the whole time. I remember she wanted me to take pictures of EVERYTHING so she could show Harold when she got home. She was so child like in her excitement of the big city and all the things to see, taste, and experience.

She was excited to be able to move to Idaho in 2007 and be closer to Doug and Brad. It was always good for her to have something to clean and organize, and a new house provided just the opportunity. While the loss of my sister Jodi was devastating for her, she was happy to be able to see Lucas more, and found hope in the future he could now have. She delighted seeing him in his plays and dance concerts, and was so proud of his efforts at school. Seeing him grow and progress helped ease her sorrow at the loss of his mother. In my head, I keep picturing Mom and Jodi laughing and giggling as they used to now that they are together at last, free from earthly cares.

She used to comment “Oh, so and so’s so classy…I’d like to be like that.” Without her noticing, her efforts day by day helped her become the woman she so admired. She was beautiful, classy, smart, kind, and above all selfless. She loved the Lord. She loved her testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ. She hated contention, and used to sing “Love at home” whenever we would argue. As much as we used to roll our eyes at that, that was what she wanted more than anything, for us to love one another.

Mom used to say she heard of gravestone engraved with the words, “She loved all, and all loved her”. She said she thought that was lovely, and would love for it to be said of her, and I think it’s safe to say that is true. That was how she tried to live her life. Even when it wasn’t easy, she tried to love all she met.

I am forever grateful to God for giving me such a mother. I testify of His goodness and grace, and love for each of us individually. I am grateful for temple covenants and the knowledge that I will be with my mother again, forever. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

*I was advised to leave out certain details to help prevent identity theft, hence the missing names/dates

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

A change of venue...

Remember when this happened?

I do.

He doesn't.

At least not, enough.

Below is an actual "text-ersation" I had with Jack while I was out of town.

Jack: Rugby was good. My position is a jumper.
Me: What's a jumper do?

Jack: two people jump me into the air and then i have to catch the 'high' ball. then while i have the ball the two people use me as a battering ram and get me as far as they can before we all get tackled.

Me: You should not have told me that.

Jack: why?

Me: Because I love you and don't want you to get hurt?

Jack: they use my butt as a battering ram. not my face.

Me: That's only slightly better.

Jack: i will be fine. they said bruised butts broken coccyx or bruised elbows (they hold me by my armpits)

Me: I think you should stop talking now.
Me: Love you. Go to bed.

Jack: sorry? its better than a broken neck

Me: I guess that helps

I am assured its safer than football and lacrosse.
Wish us luck, we'll keep you posted.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Thank you for asking.

For those who may not yet know, my mother passed away almost 2 weeks ago, Sept. 28, 2011. I was able to be by her side which I will always count as one of God's tenderest mercies to me.
I will share more about that when I am up to it, which I hope will be soon. There is just so much to process. In the meantime, thank you to all who have offered their condolences and kind inquiries into how I am doing. I feel actually remarkably well. The gospel of Jesus Christ makes that possible, and I am grateful.

In the meantime, I must continually remind myself that "six children is a lot". As I am home and trying to adjust from my mother's passing, while still not even close to being settled in our new house, I find myself repeating that to myself as a source of consolation and perspective. There is so much I would like to do in a day. For example, download my photos from our off-site server since they were all wiped off the hard drive when the computer crashed during the move. (Thankfully they are there, just not downloaded yet) Hence, no photos to post, until I sync my iPhone at least, so not tonight either.

Did I mention, six kids is a lot?

My BFF Jennie said once, "Having kids is like having a ball and chain on your ankle. Everything you do is just that much more difficult." I was of course initially shocked (as many often are with things Jennie may say), but as usual, I realized she was spot on. So when you are cruising around the race track of life, and you hitch yourself to one ball and chain on one ankle, you can get close to keeping your old pace. With two, it evens the strength in your legs and you can fake it pretty well. By the time you've got 3 on each leg, your attempt to make it around the track in a manner less than pathetic borders between hilarious and just ridiculous. Surprisingly enough, I still get up and try it everyday.

Which is what life is, ultimately, all about.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Misc. Observations from Moving in Day

Our computer didn't enjoy it's trip in the moving van much, so I'm unfortunately unable to post any pics of the house or trip until we get it back. But for your amusement, or mine, I did keep track of some thoughts now that we have been in a sea of cardboard for a week.

1. I know a place where you can get a great deal on a refurbished refrigerator. It is also a great place to learn to negotiate while keeping one hand on your pepper spray in your purse. Cash only type store, naturally. Conveniently located next to pawn shops and bail bondsmen, should you have a need for that sort of thing. Thankfully, not located anywhere near our house.

2. "How can there be more boxes for the kitchen, the cupboards are full?!"

3. I have 7 frying pans. SEVEN. No wonder the kitchen cabinets are full.

4. Why don't they install pantry shelves far enough apart to stand a box of cereal on them?

5. The super nice guy who shows up on your porch is not a friendly neighbor. He is a meat salesmen who has caught you at a vulnerable, confused, sleep deprived, poor decision making moment. You pass it off to your husband who obviously is not thinking any clearer than you are, and before your refrigerator is delivered, your freezer is plugged in and full of half months grocery budget of meat. Still trying to figure out how that happened.

6. Screened porches make wonderful places to relax and have quiet time. Definitely my favorite part of the house when I ever find time to sit. They are also fantastic baby jails.

7. Do NOT send your oldest 2 children, who also happen to be your babysitters, on vacation out of state the week you move.

8. Do NOT let the baby teethe the week you move.

9. Do NOT get the stomach flu the week you move.

10. Mormons Rock. 3 people from our new congregation showed up today to babysit kids, bring dinner, and cookies. I could never do this without that.

11. No matter how much help you have, or how great things may in reality be, moving is still a HUGE pain in the patoot. It reminds me of being pregnant and just trying to get through a day at a time, knowing that eventually all the misery will be a distant enough memory, you think you're up to trying it again.*

*Note to self: You're NOT.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Moving is sooooo much fun!

Ah, two weeks from today the moving truck will pull away with all our earthly possessions stowed inside. I will have been sipping lemonade while watching the strong and oh-so-careful packers gently tuck things into boxes as if they were their own. We can then hop in the car for a leisurely cruise in our SUV across these United States to beautiful, sunny, Atlanta. Our six children, who have been magnificently entertaining themselves since school got out, will sing songs, read books, and tell awesome chicken/road jokes along the way. We will memorize our "Family Move Scripture", and perhaps make up a song with lyrics about all the things we will miss (or not miss) about Minnesota. Everyone will be sure to use the rest room PRIOR to leaving the gas station, and nobody will want that nasty cuisine from restaurants that begins with "Mc". Along the way, we will strictly adhere to bedtime routines while staying in hotels. We will arrive in Atlanta refreshed and ready for our new life to begin.

Upon entering our new abode, I will have personal revelation about which furniture will be assigned to which room to prevent having to rearrange the heavy items once the movers leave. I figure it will only take 3 or 4 days before I find "a place for everything, and everything in it's place", just like my mother taught me. Then we can spend the rest of our summer at the pool while reading summer book lists so we are all ready for school to begin.
Yes, I think this is going to go just swimmingly.
Don't you?

Sunday, June 5, 2011

I miss everything about you.

In getting sentimental about leaving MN, I came across this classic. suffice it to say Ethan loves to play with my iphone as much as he loves music.

It's nice my children document themselves for me. Bad Mom. I know. (I can't tell you the guilt I have over missing taking photos the last day at their school....)

Monday, April 25, 2011

Easter Weekend in Atlanta

In our excitement over being in Atlanta last weekend, I completely neglected the traditional Easter photos. (I think we were pushing our luck asking the Easter Bunny to find us as it was) Besides, you can't take Easter pictures without everyone, and since we left Susannah and Reed with kind friends (who are no doubt ready for us to leave after) the weekend, we can forgive ourselves, right?
The kids were very impressed with the cool trains from the terminal to the rental car facility. They were also very impressed it was 76 degrees and GREEN.
And while I don't have photos, Olivia was completely sold on the place once she had her first taste of Chick-fil-A chicken nuggets. Her love only increased for Georgia as we passed one on practically every corner. That girl is easy to please.

Next stop was the open house for the Atlanta Temple. A definite highlight of our trip. You can watch about it here. I can't describe how touching it was to be in the temple with my children. Just lovely.

Of course any stay in a hotel requires a dip in the pool, even if it is 11:00 o'clock at night and you were all up at 5:00 am for a flight. (And for mom who didn't get to bed 'til 1:30 the night before because the baby had an ear infection) The Easter Bunny will totally be able to be awake and able to wait for you all to fall asleep before leaving the loot.

Dad's new office! Bonus is that it's part of the distribution center, so bringing home frozen confections will be much easier than it is now. The kids can also gear up and see the ginormous freezer kept at -20f anytime they choose. In case we get to missing Minnesota winters.

The highlight for me of course, was having a perfectly legitimate excuse to eat at our favorite family restaurant (Maggiano's ) for Easter Dinner. We told the waitress we had to move from Minnesota because they closed the one in Minneapolis. (Atlanta has three :)

Of course there was more to love than Chick-fil-a, Maggiano's and Easter Candy. (What more could you need though, really?)

We met some very nice people, went to church, and even got the kids fantasizing abut a gorgeous SEVEN bedroom home we looked at. (Not in the area I think we'll end up, but it got them excited) Jared and I will head back soon for the heavy lifting of house hunting.

Did I mention it was WARM and GREEN? *sigh*
(34 today. fyi)

In the meantime, I'm busy, busy, busy, making our house here irresistible.
(more on that later)

I'll try to keep you posted.

Friday, April 15, 2011

Georgia on my mind

Our Minnesota House
(uh...NOT in Winter)

I was planning on doing a nice long post on my (OLDER) friends 40th birthday, but things took a crazy turn when I got home.

Jared had a "surprise" meeting on Tuesday letting him know his position was being "eliminated" company wide. *gulp*

BUT, the great news is he was offered a promotion in Atlanta, Georgia, starting in June.
*gulp* We feel very, very, blessed that we have such a great opportunity, especially in this economy.

I should have seen this coming since I've been going on and on about how much we love Minnesota (despite the crappy weather) and how we hope to stay for a good long time. I guess when I joked we needed to move because the kids were getting midwest accents the Lord agreed.

And while there are many wonderful things here, bundling up my kids in their snow gear in APRIL and putting on a pot of chili to warm our bones TONIGHT WHEN IT SNOWS, are not on the "miss about Minnesota" list.

Besides, I think having my kids learn to say "Yes, ma'am" and "Yessir" will be positively adorable.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

The Devil is in the Details

Susannah, carefully folding rags to put away.
Reed, not so carefully un-putting them away.

I hate details. Hate them. I am a big picture kind of gal. I can even think up big pictures in great detail. I notice details. The little things that make the difference between excellence and ordinary. I make great judgements about others based on exacting details. I am constantly harping (pretty much everyone) about details. ("Put your shoes in your cubby", "Did you call the lawyer about that yet?", "Start with a capital, end with a period.", etc)

But ask me to be the one to execute the details, and I'd rather execute myself.

Doing a budget is like torture to me. Not because I'm opposed to a budget, but because I hate details. Planning my primary songs to teach from week to week? I have to FORCE myself to sit and focus on it for an hour to plan a month at a time. It makes me break out into a sweat. (I once knew a primary music leader who planned out the entire YEAR in advance. I'd stroke out)

I married under the assumption that if one of you is not a detail person, your spouse will be. Again, I didn't bother to check the details on that one. Apparently, neither did he.

I've had people they tell me they admire my ability to do "big" "courageous" things, like say, act as general contractor on our first house ever, or waltz into a school board meeting and tell them why their reading curriculum is hideous and what they need to do fix it. (and then personally oversee that it happens) I don't mind getting up in front of a large group and talking about pretty much anything. I'll even sing for them. No prob. Ten minutes notice to speak in church? Okay. Might not be the best talk ever, but I could do it. Sounds kinda fun actually.

I don't see what's so difficult.

But please don't ask me to plan out the next 10 years of family vacations. (I'll need a vacation to recover from all that planning.)

I've been very fortunate to have been blessed with at least 1 child who loves details. She keeps us all on task. Hands me the coupons at the grocery store checkout line. Reminds me to give people their medicine. Let's me know I promised them ice cream 3 months ago. Tells me how I'm 3 miles over the speed limit, etc.
Very helpful.

It's a curious thing that we admire and envy those who can so easily do what torments us. It's even more curious that we give ourselves so little credit for what comes easily, and question why others can't "just" do the same.

It makes me very glad for this scripture.

Friday, March 25, 2011

Building up my parenting self-esteem

A short while back we had a really fun family night.

It was so touching when Jack brought down a certificate for me just before bed that read as follows:

"Parent Award for (fill in the blank) for being the Best of the Best parents anywhere
To mention only a few of your many honorable qualities: (fill in the blank)
You will be held in honor forever by your loving and dutiful (Son/Daughter) (fill in the blank)
Signed and delivered (fill in the blank)"

I looked at it, and though he had not taken the time to fill in the blanks, (he is a 13 year old boy), it was so sweet that he thought to retrieve and present it to me. I mentioned that maybe I could put it on my desk and he could fill it in for me.

((hugs)) and off to bed he went.

Fast forward a few days. Said (blank) certificate is still on my desk.

We come home from an outing which had apparently stirred some affection for me from Olivia. Having taken notice of the blank certificate on my desk, she was inspired to fill it out and present it to me.

She filled it in thus:
If you can read through the scribbles, it says: "To mention only a few of your many honorable qualities: WHEN YOU YELL AT US"

(It wasn't scribbled when she handed it to me) Puzzled, I asked, "You like it when I yell at you?"

Olivia responded, "That's one of your horrible qualities"

Thankfully, when I told her the word was "honorable" not "horrible", she quickly crossed out her remark.

I guess the good news is, even if I yell (sometimes), they love me, right?

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Our Last Baby's First

Is it just me, or does this one look like the E*Trade baby?

So excited for his birthday!

Just plain handsome.

Looking pensive. Or pooping.

"Ha Ha Ha. Mom said 'pooping'!"

Monday, January 31, 2011

This relationship was doomed to fail...

Dear January,

It is time for our relationship to end. You have been nothing but cold to me. You think you are pure as your wind driven snow, but there is ice in your soul. Even your tenderest caresses give me chills, making me numb to your overtures.

We began the year with such promise, but you are nothing but a flake. You may dump your insults, another several inches of them today if you must, but I shall plow on.

I am leaving you for February, and though you may howl and weep, there is nothing you can do to stop me from moving on.

Warmest Regards,

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Dave Ramsey, Debt, and Dumpster Diving

As a reward for all our hard work to pay off a lot of debt, we promised ourselves a family vacation this summer. Then we need to go to my niece's wedding, (which we unfortunately could not tag onto the vacation). Couple that with growing young men who want to experience Scout camp, High Adventure, Youth conference, and EFY, not to mention swim lessons, tennis, summer school, etc. When you add it all up, we needed some more cash. So even though I swore it off years ago, I got the dumb idea that maybe I needed to finally have the dreaded:

Garage Sale.

Because really, how much money can a 12 and 13 year old make? Not nearly enough to pay for all the above. I don't like to farm them out to babysit because I have first dibs on their time for that, and frankly, they are not skilled labor in any menial task. (I doubt anybody with cash in hand is willing to stand over them and nag as they weed or clean toilets, right?) It would take an entire summer's mowing to earn the cash they need, and with all those camps, they won't even be here to do it.

The deal was sealed yesterday afternoon when I noticed my neighbor, who is moving to GERMANY in 6 weeks, had this beauty parked in her driveway.
As I watched her husband throw in a perfectly good wheelbarrow and patio set, I could no longer take it. I swallowed my pride (she's moving to GERMANY, right?), and called to ask if we could do a little "dumpster diving". I swear I could hear her thinking "I'm so glad I'm moving to GERMANY" as she said, "Uh, sure. Whatever you want I guess. They're coming tomorrow to pick it up though."

So this AM I tromped out and began digging. My thoughts were thus the whole time:
"I could get $50 bucks for this!"
"If my husband's boss saw me doing this he'd give Jared a raise for sure."
"I bet I could get $100 for the patio set! That would almost pay for a week of Scout camp!"
"I bet my neighbor is soooo glad she's moving to Germany, where you surely won't have broke neighbors with 6 kids digging through your garbage."
"I just may have to keep this totally awesome wheelbarrow. I think I saw it at Costco for 100 bucks last spring!"
"I bet nice neighbor Susan, who just waved at me, is wondering if we're going to be the first neighbor into foreclosure."
"I wonder if anybody would pay for a 4 foot tall, wood statue of Brett Favre in a Packers uniform?"
Etc. Etc. Etc.

But after an hour, I have a garage full of loot, a sampling of which you see below. Suffice it to say, if my neighbor had called me first, should could have saved the $300 dumpster fee.
D*** that Dave Ramsey !

Monday, January 3, 2011

Reasonable Resolutions Rock

(the kiddos, in full anticipation of the goodies that await downstairs Christmas Morn)

Last year I resolved to have accomplished 3 things only, and for them to all happen by the end of March. It had been a rough year, and I felt it was important to be kind and realistic with myself.

I am happy to report that I successfully achieved all of them within the time frame I had set for myself! By the end of March I had succeeded in 1. having a baby 2. losing 20 pounds 3. taking down my Christmas decor (the last was a nail-biter, I have to admit)

I was so pleased with myself, I even decided to take on something I had avoided my whole life. I decided to learn to make bread. Shocking, I know.

Again, although it took me until Thanksgiving to really test my first weak efforts, I managed to make the the MOST delicious, fluffy rolls for Thanksgiving. They were "freezer rolls" so I had actually sworn my way through the whole process wondering why I didn't just buy stupid Rhodes Rolls, but to my utter surprise and delight, come Thanksgiving day, they were fantastic! I was so surprised, I haven't had the nerve to make them since, afraid it was a fluke. Nonethless, I'm checking it off my list as a success.

So this year, I am feeling cautiously more ambitious. (really, I ought to know better)
I have managed to narrow my list down to a few items.

1. To write and submit an article for the BYU Alumni magazine. Not an article really, but little ditty telling how I have used my college education in an unexpected way in my life. The $50 check for accepted submissions is the golden carrot. (If I succeed, I think the prize should go towards a spiffy new pair of shoes for myself, but it will likely go toward our debt snowball to pay for said college education)

2. (upping the above ante) To write and submit an article to the Ensign Magazine. I am narrowing my list of possible topics, but I think I have an awful lot to say to folks, and flatter myself that someone else actually wants to hear it.

3. To pay off our last credit card and car payment, EVER! We have been working very diligently this year to get out of debt except the house, and it is looking within reach by March. (We will then attack those stubborn student loans with a VENGEANCE)

4. To shower before the kids get home from school. (Oh, wait. That's for today. sorry.)

So, there we are. I think I ought to be able to do those by March, and then I may go for one more by the end of the year. Like my usual, "get organized". LOL