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Wednesday's Wrandom Wrambling - Thursday edition

2012-01-26T15:09:00.000-07:00

I remember a day when I was all over about keeping my blog updated.

I kind of liked that.

You would think with all this extra time on my hands.....but seriously, I gotta lot of important things to do like sleep, watching trashy tv, sleep, play wwf, sleep

Kinda, sorta solidified my race schedule for the season. I prolly should update my sidebar-------->

I'm gonna work on getting faster this year, and not necessarily mileage. Splenda Daddy says I need to change my nutrition.

I hate it when he's right.

That being said, I did just register him for his first ever 10k. That's 6.2 miles. Easy peasy. I'm so excited for him to do it with me! I don't think he's all that excited. In reality, I suspect he's only doing it for me. To make me happy, excited and motivated to train.

I love him for that.

Have to say that this gig at Wasatch Running is turning out to be a pretty cool thing. I have met some awesome runners whose dedication inspires me. I have also met some pretty inspiring non-runners, who are there to get a decent pair of shoes in hopes of keeping their motivation to get healthy and to someday attempt a 5k.

I love both types.

January sucks. Nothing more to say about that.

Did I mention that I leave for my cruise in 16 more sleeps? Yeah, that's right. I think that's the only thing getting me through January. Pardon me if I slip into "gloat mode"

Or don't pardon me. Either way 'sokay by me

Lately, I've been feeling very "squishy" about my kids. Is that a sign of old age, menopause, or delayed new mom bliss? Not that I wasn't blissful when they were younger, don't get me wrong, but now......it's a whole different kind of bliss.

Weird. I think I might be freaking them out slightly.

Actually, I am feeling kind of "squishy" about a lot of people

Grandma

my mom (did you hear that gasp of disbelieve all the way from Sweden? haha)

special friends who are struggling right now

I get all sorts of weepy.

I think I seriously need to up my caffeine intake and hit the Low-Carb Monsters again. Sounds like I need to balance out the "squishy"

St George Half Marathon 2012 - No man left behind

2012-01-23T10:31:00.000-07:00

St George Half Marathon

I have to admit, I went into this one with ZERO training. Nil. Zip. Nada. Running 6 miles does not count as training. Remember how I was hurt after the St George full marathon? Yeah, it took a long time to heal. Then I got sick. Then it was the holidays. And finally, I just got lazy

However, in order to guarantee me a spot in this years St George marathon, I signed up to do what is called the Runner's Series. Do two St George city races and then you get a spot. This was one of them.

Then, I talked with a friend who works with a pacing group. Pacers run the course at a steady pace with a finish time on a sign so that other runners who are attempting to post that time or better can stay with the pacer or just ahead of them. I have used pacers for myself in the past, but never been one. NGL - sounded kind of fun. I could get this race under my belt towards the Series, and do something different. I offered to take the 2:30 pace time. I knew this was much slower than my usual half finish time, but I figured that with the lack of training, it would work out okay. I don't have a Garmin *gasp* so it was nice to know that there would be another runner pacing the same time. We would work together.

Friday night, Sheri (a new running/gym friend) and I headed down to St Jeezy crammed into the cooper along with April (my bestest Santa Jorge friend/family). The drive went fast since we chatted the whole time. Hens a clucking : )

We headed straight for Texas Roadhouse, and while April and Eric waited for our table, Sheri and I headed to the Expo to get our packets. I met up with the leader of the pace group, got my pacer shirt to wear, pacer bracelet and then instructions on where to meet in the morning. We also got our packets, some last minute Gu for Sheri and spent enough time for me to ogle the merchandise.

After a great dinner and fun night watching terrible tv, I crashed for the night with mild pre-race jitters.

Saturday morning. Got ready, packed my stuff and headed downstairs to get Sheri and head out. First thing out of her mouth was "It's raining."

WHAT THE WHA??? I totally wasn't expecting this. This was not part of the vision I had for this race. Raining? Seriously? This is freaking ST GEORGE! It's supposed to be sunny for the love of all that's holy!

I sighed, snatched my Low-Carb Monster from the fridge and left a thankyou/love note to Ape and Er for letting us stay and we headed out. After a quick stop at the Maverick for the standard pre-race Maple bar, we made our way to the Expo.

Not only was it raining, but it was cold. Had I packed for this? Nope. Shorts, tank top, and a small jacket to drop along the way. I was already deflated. We found the pacer group inside the building, and I finally got to meet face to face some awesomely cool people that I had only known through Facebook. Isn't it cool when you get the chance to actually meet someone in person like that and they turn out to be even cooler? Yeah, it is. And yes, I used the word "cool" too many times in this paragraph.

(why yes, that is me in the flash hat! It's a completely reflective hat which is great for running in but not for pictures)

(the entire pacer group)

(me and Stacy pre-race. I flipped the bill of my hat so it wouldn't flash, but now it just ends up looking ridiculous. Oh well)

We chit chatted, I met my partner for the 2:30, met the leader, got our sign, donned a garbage bag that Jose kindly gave me, and then headed for the start line. Stacy (my pace partner) and I lined up at the back behind the 2:20 guys and started talking to the folks lining up with us. Got some names, talked about expectations, some positive reinforcement...... all things that I would want out of a pacer myself.

Off went the gun and away we went. I quickly learned that I seriously made a judgement in error for choosing the 2:30 pace. It was way to slow for my normal pace. I wondered if I could seriously pull this off for two and half hours.

The course was great! Mile markers at every mile helped Stacy and I stay on pace. We had runners come and go with us, so we met some awesome people. When running and chatting, the time seems to go by fairly quickly. At one point around mile 9 or so, I pulled off to hit the porta potty and told Stacy I would catch up to her. As I was finally getting a chance to push my legs and run at my usual pace, I felt FANTASTIC! Oh, the feeling of sprinting for a while!

We continued on and now as we were nearing the end and passing runners, they would look up at our sign, see the pace time and either groan because they wanted better, or smile that they were exceeding their expectations even though they were getting passed. At mile 10, we came up on a cute, cute lady that once she saw our pace sign tried to kick it up a notch. She told us this was her first half marathon and she so badly wanted to be at 2:30. She was struggling, so we talked, cheered her on, encouraged her, and then I finally told her to save her energy by not talking and just focusing on breathing and her foot turnover.

She stayed with us for a little bit and then started to lag. I so badly wanted to lag with her, but that's not the role of a pacer. Stacy and I kept steady and then cute lady would catch back up, stay a little bit and lag behind again. By mile 12, I couldn't see her at all. I knew she was behind us, but I didn't know how far.

Stacy and I were ahead of our pace by about a minute, but at this point, we didn't have anyone staying right with us, so even though we tried to slow down, it was impossible. We crossed 50 seconds fast. I guess better to be fast, than behind the time right?

As I crossed, I thought of cute lady. I wish I would have asked her name. They cut off my timing chip and I turned around and ran the course backwards looking for her. I remember having a friend run me in once and I badly wanted to finish this with her. I didn't realize Stacy was right behind me for a second, but she too had the same thought. We ran backwards looking for her and also cheering on others who had been with us at one point. Finally I saw her struggling to move her legs but there was a man running with her. I caught her eye, pointed right at her and said, "We are coming for you! Let's go!"

Cute lady started to sob, thanked us, and then tried to kick it harder. I told her to hold off, that she would finish strong, but to conserve for now. She pulled back and we talked her all the way in. She was so grateful and I was, quite frankly, a little overcome myself. What a feeling. As we came in through the underpass, the crowd cheered her even louder. She started to kick again, but I knew if she did now, she would run out of gas before the actual finish line. I cautioned her to hold back and that I would tell her when it was time to kick. She kept moving forward, sobbing all the way, I was now getting teary eyed and watching the clock and the finish line. I finally saw the spot in the road where I knew she had enough in her to kick hard and finish with more than she believed she had in her.

I pointed to the line in the road. "Do you see those white lines?" When we hit those, we're gonna push. Hard. Okay?" She nodded and gasped yes. As soon as got to the designated spot, I yelled, "NOW" and bless her heart - she kicked it with every last ounce of energy she had in her! I was SO happy for her! She crossed the finish line and collapsed in her husbands arms ( he happened to be the man who was with her when we found her). Lot's of happy crying. Some hugs, some thank you's, congratulations and then I bolted away from her and her husband. Stacy had disappeared too. We both made our way to our pacer leader to give him our pacer tank tops (yes sweaty and all). Right then, I realized that I hadn't even gotten my medal. I was in such a hurry for them to cut off my timing chip and turn around, that I hadn't gotten the medal. I wandered back and sheepishly told them I forgot to get mine (lame, I know).

By now the rain was really pouring down. At some point earlier in the course, I had ditched the jacket and garbage bag because I had warmed up and it was just a light sprinkle. Now, however, it was pouring, I was trying to protect my ipod, and desperately wanted to stretch. We found some shelter near the building in an overhang, stretched out quickly and then headed for the warm car.

After a quick stop at Chili's for food, we hit the road and headed back home. Nothing like running 13 miles and then sitting in a car to have everything tighten up. And unfortunately, the rain quickly turned to snow in some parts of the drive and so it took us even longer to get home. NGL - some scary slippery parts were freakin me out slightly.

Once at home, I relived the whole thing for Splenda Daddy and that's when I let myself get emotional about cute lady. For me, it was no big deal. I've done many a half and 5 full's so this wasn't a big deal. The hardest thing for me was to hold back to a slower pace than I am used to. But for her, this was a HUGE milestone. I kept thinking about how she would lay in bed that night hurting, sore, exhausted but with the knowledge that she did it. No one can ever take that from her. SHE DID IT! I remember those feelings and was happy that she was feeling them too. My only regret was that I didn't get her name. I think she told us where she was from, but I don't even remember that. At any rate, cute lady is the one thing that made this race for me.

Great race learning lessons for me:
1. I don't think I am cut out to be a pacer. At least not at that pace. If I ever choose to do it again, I will choose a pace that is closer to what I normally run. That being said, I'm not sure I like the responsibility of maintaining a steady pace and having others rely on me. I usually vary my time throughout the course so I would hate to have to maintain something steady because someone one is counting on me.
2. I am more competitive with myself than I have previously acknowledged. In the couple of days since, I've been reviewing the course and wondering what I could have REALLY done. It was a great course. Some up, some down, some flat. Beautiful.....what could I have really posted?
3. The fact that runners are the greatest people in the world was confirmed. There is really nothing quite like running a race on a course filled with others that share your passion. The camaraderie, the fellowship, the encouragement that exists from start to finish and beyond is truly something one should experience at least once in their lifetime.

Even better life lessons learned:
1. No matter what stage in the race of life someone is in, they always need a kind word, a friend to run alongside with, and encouraging words.
2. You always have more in you than you believe you do. You can do hard things. Physically, emotionally, spiritually, We all have more in us that we give ourselves credit for. We sell ourselves short too often.
3. Because we sell ourselves short, we need to be a little kinder to everyone around us, and no matter what - offer a hand of friendship and support.
4. No man left behind. If someone slips away from you, get out there, find them and bring them back. Sometimes just knowing that someone cared enough to find you is the lift you need to get through another day, another trial, another dark time in life.

And that my friends, is the recap of the first race of 2012 for me. Hoping I have lots more in the next 12 months to experience and learn from. A big thanks to the following:
April
Eric
Sheri
Chris
Stacy
Walter
Skip
Bill
Sina
Jose
and cute lady that made the whole experience for me one that I will remember fondly forever,

And don't forget:

No man left behind

Cookin in the K(c)itchen with mCat - Episode 3

2012-01-22T22:27:00.002-07:00

First of all, my hair is all kinds of B.A.D! Um, who forgot to tell me I had some sort of rooster tail going on and what is up with the sides?? I blame Chief who was on vacay when I needed her on the set.

Second, speaking of "on the set" - it also appears that I need make up......

Gah! I just watched it again.......please laugh WITH me friends, WITH me. *shaking my head at my own lameness*

That is the grooviest thing..... I want one

2012-01-19T21:02:00.000-07:00

After some time on the firing range this week, a buddy sent me this link.
Mama gonna need this

Cooking in the k(C)itchen with mCat - Episode 2

2012-01-16T12:11:00.000-07:00

mmmmmm..............Brownie's! (for the record - I DO NOT HAVE A LISP!! I blame poor camera quality)

43 minutes later......

Thankful Thursday

2012-01-12T09:44:00.000-07:00

I know right? It's been a long time since I've done a TT post, but I've something on my mind lately that I most definitely should express gratitude for.

I have to be the luckiest and most blessed woman when it comes to daughter-in-laws(daughter-in-love's)

Serious. When I realized that I would never have daughters of my own, I feared that once my sons got married, we would lose touch since daughters seem to gravitate to their mother's and sons kind of get the leftover time. I hoped and prayed that whomever my sons married would feel a part of our family, want to be with us and would want a great relationship with me.

I started with a great example with my own mother-in-law. I've already mentioned that if we were Catholic, she would qualify for sainthood. A great woman who has raised a successful family with both sons and daughters with spouses who do their best to honor her. She has always allowed us to be our own family, while making sure we stay connected with Splenda's siblings and his parents. I have always had a great example.

When Corbin met and began dating his first wife, I wanted to follow that example. Circumstances were different and I found myself growing to love her, worry about her and we developed a great bond. Many nights spent talking, laughing and bonding. I miss her. I wish that there was more that someone could have done for her. With some outside perspective and help from someone much more qualified than me, I have finally come to the realization that her demon's were more than a single person on their own could assuage. So even though there were offers of help, from every direction, she battled something much more than she could fight. That being said, she really set the bar for me on the kind of relationship I hoped to have with my sons future spouses. Someone with whom I could bond with, be friends with and could share fun family times together.

Enter Karalee. Words cannot even describe how much I love her. I have seen her calming spirit and force at work with every person in my family. We loved the times she spent with us while Corb was finishing his training. Watching her unconditionally love Chloee. Watching how she instantly bonded with her and loved her more than I could imagine anyone loving someone else's daughter. And yet, never feeling threatened. She has done everything possible to honor Jill's memory while at the same time allowing Chloee to move forward and enjoy a stable, loving family home. I see how much she loves my son. She is the perfect mate for him. He's not the same person he was two years ago, and while the USMC played a part in that, he really deserves the credit and in part his wife who came into his life at the precisely the right time. I love that she will text me, or call me, or send a message on FB just to keep in touch. I especially loves that she will post special pictures of Chloee that clearly shows what a sweet and happy life that lil punkin is now enjoying.

And now, Montana. What is so fun and unique about this darling is that I have known her most of her life already. She grew up one street over. She and Tuffy went to pre-school together and while she was a couple years younger, they attended the same schools and knew all the same people. I got to know her better through the Young Women's program. Watched how she developed leadership skills and strengthened her testimony about being a daughter of God. I watched her at camps be sweet and friendly to the other girls making sure that they felt included. When Tuffy and she started dating, I couldn't have been happier. Knowing her family, and how solid they are, eased my mind about what she could bring to Tuffy's life. Watching the two of them together, is like watching two old souls who have known each other forever. They function together like clockwork, and a Mom couldn't ask for more than her child to be happy. And she too, sends me texts, or calls, or fb messages. If she sees something she thinks I would like, she fires it off to me. Love that she will come and just hang out for awhile and be perfectly comfortable with it

(found this on my fb wall from her this morning - she knew I would love it)

So one can see, that indeed I am a lucky and blessed woman. I couldn't have asked for better mates for my two sons. They are exactly who they should be with, and complete them in a way that I feel like God intended couples to complete each other. They are all still young, but life's experiences have teach each of them in their unique ways, how to be a good spouse.

Sometimes, when I let my mind really think about it, I am excited to see what kind of outstanding woman Luke will choose as his bride. I anticipate seeing all three boys happily married, starting their families, and becoming their own units, with Splenda and me on the sidelines simply basking in the happiness that good women bring to good men. I'm not naive enough to believe that they won't have trials, but I am confident that so far, my married sons have chosen wisely, and have by their sides, the person who will see them reach their full potentials.

The icing on the cake is that I am blessed to have a great relationship with them and have now gained the daughters that I never birthed myself.

Wednesday's Wrandom Wrambling

2012-01-11T11:45:00.000-07:00

My my my, how time goes by.

Whether we want it to or not, it just keeps moving. Right now, I am finding that a good thing.

This semi-retirement thing is awesome. So very awesome! The freedom that comes from being able to do what you want or need to do WHEN you need or want to do it, is so liberating. Sure, I'm doing more hours at Wasatch than I really cared to right now, but they are short on help and the busy season is starting, so I'll keep at it until things slow down a little. Then I'll scale back and give myself more time to just..........I don't know, be myself.

I'm scheduled to be a pacer for the St George half marathon next week. Luckily, I asked for a much slower than my normal time since training hasn't been what it needs to be. You'd think with the wacky winter we are having, I would get more running in, but I'm still struggling to want to run in the cold.

I'm a wimp like that.

Do you ever have times where you are so proud of your children, you think your chest might burst?

Feeling that way right now about my oldest. Not gonna share what's going on currently, but I couldn't be happier for him and more proud of his life right now. Happiness. Maybe later I'll talk about it. Right now, just plain 'ole happiness.

So what are you thinking about the Republican doings right now? I get bored to tears with all the sniping, finger pointing and mud slinging. I prefer to just hear about their plans, research and then make my decision. Leave the crap out of it. I can figure that stuff out on my own..

Addicted to the show Breaking Bad. I have now caught up on all the previous 4 seasons and I am DYING for season 5 to start. It will be the series last season, and I'm sure that I'll suffer even bigger withdrawals, but for right now, I need a fix.

Yes, I realize how that sounds. And if you watch Breaking Bad, you can see how it's totally appropriate.

So doc started me on a low dose of thyroid medicine (sucks getting old) and so far, I have lost 5 ellbees. Mama likey. Mama likey a lot.

So, it seems that the cooking episode went over fairly well. I think we'll keep doing some segments. Now remember, I'm limited on my culinary talents so I'll have to really tap my inner creativity.

If I have any.

In one month, I am leaving for a cruise. I've never been on a cruise. I am so excited I can't stand it. I only hope I don't get sick on the boat. Normally, I am totally a seasick kind of person, but I am hopeful that the ship is large enough that I won't feel it. Suggestions (other than the patch or dramamine) are being solicited.

And this would be why I am okay with the time flying by right now. I have stuff to look forward to.

Cookin in the k(C)itchen with mCat - Episode 1

2012-01-08T23:22:00.000-07:00

(in my book this is a spatula, someone told me it was really a pie server. I say, meh)

For the record, no animals or children were harmed in the making of this film, although I'm sure a little piece of Emeril died.....

(at the end of the day, if you have leftovers, aluminum foil is out friend)

Really??

2012-01-07T19:11:00.000-07:00

So, I spent some time with my cute lil Shark last night/today while she was recuperating from some surgery.

In no less than 12 hours, I was twice, TWICE PEOPLE, called/named/referred to as her mother!

Rude.

Worst part? Tib heard them both times in her medication induced fog.
It's never going to go away.
Ever.

I finally made the RN on the day shift *shout out Nona*, write the following on the eraseboard that they use for messages in her room:

I thought about taking it a step further and taping a sign on the door to her room for those fifty million random staff members that come through and don't pay attention to the board, but then I got distracted with ice chips and green jello.........

*Healing vibes to my Tiburon**

PS - she's doing great and on her way to recovery.
PSS - U of U med center, STAT means NOW! As in right away and not Some Time Awhile laTer! Soooo not impressed.

Best text I've gotten so far this year

2012-01-06T10:43:00.000-07:00

You now have 359 days to top it:

Happy 90th Bithday to an incredible man - A legacy of success

2012-01-06T10:29:00.000-07:00

I am SO late posting this. I took pictures with the idea of doing a post to honor him, but then life got busy/crappy and the pics have just sat on my computer.

Splenda Daddy's uncle (dad's brother) is an amazing individual. Uncle Earl has been an educator for his entire professional life. Starting as a teacher, and then into administration as a principal. He just recently celebrated his 90th birthday. His family threw a nice open house for friends and family to come and honor him.

I don't know Earl as much as I would like to, and I plan on studying his biography when I can get it in my hands, but I learned a whole lot more about him during the event.

His two sons are the most upstanding, outstanding and talented guys around.

Bill, is a kindred spirit in that he spends his time running and competing. I can't even remember how many marathons he has under his belt, and multiple Ironman events. He's an athletic stud and my race hero. He is also a talented wood worker who does cabinetry and other pieces of art. In fact, he just delivered some race plaques to WRC for their New Years run. His ability is amazing.

Ed is a bit more famous in the public eye. He is the same Ed Catmull who founded Pixar. What I admire most about him, is his humility and kindness. He is the most down to earth fella ever. And by the way he runs his business and treats his employees, I think many more CEO's could take lessons and keep highly productive businesses with happy staff. From the time that Toy Story came out, my kids have loved to watch the credits and find the Catmull name. He's such a talented creator.

I remember Uncle Earl's first wife very vaguely, having met her early in my marriage to Splenda and more recently his second wife, but I also learned that Earl is a magnificent wood worker himself. Bill taught him the trade and he has found a lot of fulfillment in that hobby

He is also a Marine. He is a World Word II veteran. Considering that there are not many of those around still, I find that remarkable.

Splenda and I spent a half hour or so at the open house, looking over the displays and talking to Earl and his family. I was astonished at how many of his former students and those who were teachers for him, came out to see him. And at 90 years old, he REMEMBERED them! I loved listening to people approach him, congratulate him, and then reminisce their common memories.

I left there thinking about what would happen if I turned 90. What would be written or talked about regarding my children? I'm proud to say, that they are each successful men with beautiful wives and beginning legacy's of children. Would people remember me and have common memories to laugh about? Would the get together require an entire cultural hall to accommodate all the well wishers? Would I be able to remember ALL the people who came to see me? Would I still be walking around, even if I had to have some cane assistance?

So many things to think about. I know some of these questions people ask themselves when thinking about their own funeral, but the difference I found is that Earl's friends and family chose to honor him NOW, while he was still here to enjoy it and to be grateful for all the wonderful associations he has been blessed to have throughout his many years.

My deep thoughts takeaway?
1. If I am gonna live a long time, I better be doing something worthwhile to myself and to others. I better be doing something that makes a difference in people's lives.
2. If I don't live a long time, I still better be doing those things.
3. Make relationships meaningful so that I will remember all those who would bother to take the time to come see me.
4. Make sure I keep all my own teeth so I can easily enjoy all the yummy food that shows up at these kinds of events.

2012 - A new outlook and some new blog features

2012-01-05T21:40:00.000-07:00

2011 was a little like this ^

Most def a year I would like to never repeat that's for darn sure.

2012 has started off a little rocky as well, but today, I have decided bullshi** on that.

I've had enough. This is going to be the year of F.U.N!

First off, I have to do some housecleaning. My google reader is OUT OF CONTROL! I have been so sucked into some life events that the reader has been neglected. There is no way in hell I will be able to catch up, so I am doing the unthinkable and clicking mark as read and starting fresh. I promise my bloggy friends that you will have my undivided attention. I will be better at staying in touch with my virtual besties and enjoying the friendships that have come into my life from this wonderful thing called the internets. Isn't it funny that some of your very best besties - you met on-line or even haven't actually met? Love that whole thing about blogging.

Second of all, I gotta get my funny back. Serio - it's been lurking in the back of my self, but when it starts to creep out, some other life situation forces it back to the dark side. Piss on that! It's coming out. Look forward to more whimsical posts. More irreverence. And I'm happy to announce, ................drum roll please................some vlogging. Yeah you read that right - some VLOGGING!

You see, I am such a fantastic whiz in the kitchen and that damn Pioneer Woman is getting so much attention that I thought "Hey! I have my own unique flair for handling things in that room that has a stove, a fridge and a microwave thingie, I could display some of my finer talents"

The plan is for a weekly segment, but since Splenda Daddy will be the cameraman, his schedule might interfere. Stayed tuned. I've got some nice recipes and ideas up my sleeve that you are SO going to want to add to your own repertoire.

Updates on my spawn will continue. They are all leading very busy lives, so it might be hit and miss there.

Still gonna have the wramblings since it seems to clear my head

And every once in a while I'll throw something political in here. You know, it is the season of course.

And let's not forget that once in awhile I seem to get a Spiritual side that I bring out with thoughts and ideas about religion. Those will still keep coming.

So my friends and stalkers - prepare for the year of happiness!

mCat's gonna give her best shot.

Instead of the picture above, I hope to more like this:

Nothing but laughing baby, nothing but laughing!

Peace out

xoxox

mCat

Wednesday's Wrandom Wrambling - Thursday Edition

2011-12-29T13:23:00.000-07:00

Holy time time flying by Batman!

Today is my Splenda Daddy's birthday! The yin to my yang, the vanilla to my diet coke, the A-1 sauce to my steak. I am incomplete without him. Gosh! We've been married forever and weathered sunny skies as well as brutal storms. And here is he, another year older, and I am just as in love with him as I was 27 years ago!
How will we celebrate? Prolly low key. I hang out at Wasatch Running tonight so we'll do something another night. The beauty of getting older is that you care less and less about celebrations.
Speaking of Wasatch Running. Loving it! What a fun gig! I am def learning much more about my passion than I ever thought possible, but it's the kind of learning that's enjoyable. That's fun and interesting. The staff there are also very fun to be with. Every last one of them are nice, decent people. But what does one expect from runners? : )
Got hit with a cold bug a couple of days ago. Yesterday, I was pretty sure I was gonna die. This morning, however, I think I turned the corner. Sick sucks.

Been obsessed with Breaking Bad. OB-SESSED! Did a marathon of viewing and finished 3 seasons in about as many days. Now eagerly awaiting some way to watch season 4 so I can be ready for season 5. The series is most def not for everyone, so don't take this as a recommendation, but if you happen to like real and raw - it's a goodie. Forewarned, the DVD's that you can buy are NOT edited. I repeat NOT edited. Must watch on AMC or Netflixx. Damn those boys of mine for getting me hooked.

Christmas is over, so there's that.

2012 looks to be a better year. I have a good feeling about it. I think. Cautiously optimistic. However, thanks to Splenda Daddy, we have a few things on the agenda to look forward to:
1. A cruise to Cabo in February for just me and him
2. A family trip to Disneyland in March

He ain't called the Splenda Daddy for nothing....man has EARNED that name!

Due to my complete and total obsession with the above named series, I have gotten seriously behind in my google reader and staying up to date on all my friends lives and adventures. Catching up and commenting about Christmas seems lame. I'm sorry. I love you.
GOP debates and race is getting old. Tired of hearing the same old, same old.
Debating on whether or not to go back to acrylic nails. I've always had them, then got to a point that I was tired of paying for them and taking the time to get the fills. Now I am missing them and debating whether or not I jump back into that boat. Thoughts?
We got to Skype my Mom in Sweden on Christmas. What would we ever do without Skype? So weird to think that we are talking to her, seeing her and she is clear across the world.

This is the first New Year's day that I haven't had to be up at the butt crack of dawn to do year end. Thinking I might actually get to go to a party of some kind. Or do a midnight 5k. Options are fun.

Moving to a 9:00am church however is not that fun. I like my sleep in Sunday's. Must come to terms with that in 3 days. Wish me luck.

Remembering......

2011-12-24T10:15:00.000-07:00

Rest in Peace Jilli......

Things that are making me happy

2011-12-22T01:00:00.001-07:00

As most anyone who is close to me, or has had to be within blog or FB reading distance, knows that I am more than a little blue lately. Okay, for most of the past year I've slipped into a leeeetle bit of a depression funk. It's all good, nothing stays the same and I fully expect to kick this to the curb soon. But for now, I am kinda, sorta letting myself wallow in sadness. I post this not for sympathy, but to journal the fact that the ever happy mCat had a period in her life where she wasn't quite so happy.

Each day I am trying to find at least one thing that makes me smile, even if for a minute. I try to take a pic and then go back and look at it again to feel that "happy" for a sec

Getting a paycheck to do something I love

Lunch with besties (missing you Ree and Ana)

A niece who isn't afraid to demonstrate her newly learned skills on the guitar

Ella's big blue eyes

Ella and Colson exploring the wonder of the Christmas tree

Ella and Splenda's smiles

My cute lil Bird singing with her school choir at our ward party

Biscuits at Ruth's diner

Breakfast with Nicole and Tib

Getting Adam and Nicole to put those lemons in their mouths like that. I bet their teeth hurt for hours after

A vegan dish that was better than any bacon and eggs

You can tell I hardly liked it

Cleaning under the bed and coming across one of Chloee's socks.

Having a bestie bring a fun new ornament hoping it'll help me find some Christmas spirit

Happy Mail!!

Love notes!

Yup - all things that brought or still bring a smile to my face. One small kick of these blues at a time.

SoCal, Chloee and early Christmas fun

2011-12-21T19:11:00.000-07:00

Let me start of by saying, I have one fantastic husband. Books me a flight and sends me to my kids for a week since they can't come home for Christmas. I packed all of their Christmas, checked an extra bag and headed for sun, warmth and all the lovin I could get!

Warning - a lot of pictures....... you can totally skip this if you want to

Aren't they just the cutest family? I'm sad that they can't come home, yet it gives them a chance to establish their own traditions. We had them open our gifts the first night. We skyped in Splenda and videotaped it all. So much fun to see them happy!

At the USMC family Holiday Festival (of which I wrote a little bit about here), we noticed that they hung the sign that had been made in October. Handprints of the children of Marine's. We found Chloee's right off

We had lazy mornings just snuggling, having "conversations", and playing games

Lunch at McSlop shop is always good

Taking in a movie..... I loved the Muppet Movie, but Chloee was a little bored. I think it was really targeted to those of us that grew up watching the show.

Some playing at the park

A burying Mimi in the pillow pets

Their ward party was "A night in Bethlehem" Including a small petting zoo outside at the entrance

Chloee wasn't particularly interested in petting anything. Not even the bunny. We tried, but she wanted nothing to do with them

They started the decorations outside with the tiki torches and palm fronds everywhere

The missionaries were stationed at the entrance and gave you your gold coins to enter the town and purchase your food

I have never seen something decorated so nicely and as authentic as you could possibly get within a ward cultural hall. Almost everyone was in costume (we weren't)

They had a large canopy over the city

And a cobble stone path through town

Families brought their own blankets to spread out and eat on

Lot's of scenery to make you feel like you really were in a different place. This one was set up so you could pose for pictures if you wanted

In the center of the town was a water well. You could get fresh water for your drinking glass from there if you wanted. NGL - pretty cool

At the start of the food line. Chloee asking for her kids meal : )

It was a nice dinner that many ward members pitched in to provide. Pulled pork over rice, salad, veggies, fruits, pita bread and hummus and then a variety of desserts to choose from

After we ate, and before the program, Chloee was humming with happiness and silliness! "Take a picture of me Mimi" was repeated over and over again!

Seriously, aren't those the most gorgeous eyes you have ever seen?

The young men were dressed as the Roman soldiers - nice touch

For the program they played a video depicting the birth of Jesus and then we all sang a few hymns

After that, the kids all lined up in a different area of the building to see Santa!

Chloee found a friend from her Primary class

At home, Chloee had made a Christmas countdown and loved taking a ring off every morning

We tried to build a gingerbread house from a kit

It was fun, but the end result was an EPIC fail! Chloee didn't care, she still loved it!

My days went by way too fast! Before I could even blink it was time to take me back to the airport! : (

I'm so glad that Splenda makes it a priority for us to visit. I'm glad that they are as close as they are (Can you imagine if he got stationed in Japan?) And I'm more than glad to be able to be a small part of their cute family!

Merry Christmas to my SoCal kids!

Chuck Woolery and Class Warfare

2011-12-19T21:10:00.000-07:00

I think Chuck and I have a new "love" connection

At least I like his take on class warfare

An few interesting USMC observations......An Officer, A Gentleman or Not?

2011-12-16T21:26:00.000-07:00

So, I squeezed some extra cash from Splenda and made my way to SoCal for an early Christmas with the kids. They won't be able to come home, which is both good and bad. Bad because they miss Utah, the snow, and family. Good because they have time alone to be just their own little family and establish some traditions of their own. Every family needs that. You take the good from your own past, incorporate them with your spouses, and create your own. As sad as I am to not have them there for Christmas morning breakfast, I am so happy that they get some time alone, to be their own little fam. Christmas eve night and Christmas morning are the most special, and I am glad that they get to have that time just to themselves.

Anyhoodle..... I digress........

Spending time on base and doing some different activities has been an interesting exercise in people watching. I thought airports were the funnest place, but I think a base family activity, interacting with people at the base commissary, and their version of the Sev are all just as fascinating.

Over the past couple of years, since Corb embarked on his USMC leg of life, I have learned several things. They are hardcore bad -A brothahs. They have to be. They are loyal, honest and full of integrity. At least the majority of them are. There is also a small pool of them referred to as "garbage Marines". They don't take pride in their title of Marine. They tend to be lacksidasial in their oath of integrity and respect. I can't always see it on the face value, until I see their children, and then the differences are very clear.

The base has community centers that host a lot of family events for different holidays. We did the Harvest one around Halloween and then they happened to have a Holiday one this week. Just observing the children tells me a lot about the Marine.

Most of the children are obedient, disciplined, and respectful of lines, other people, and property. They don't run around like a bunch of banshees but run around having a great time, being kids but being disciplined kids. However, in the mix I will always see the exception. I was particularly astounded Thursday night.

Holiday event. They have FUN at these things. Big bouncy things for the kids to romp in. Games, food and other activities. Of course, there was Santa. The line was long, but in order to get to any of the other stuff, or the food, you had to stand in the line for Santa. I got a spot saved in line and slowly inched my way towards the entrance of the center and once we finally got in the building, Kar and Chloee joined me. People are very polite. "Excuse me" "Oh, I'm sorry" "Thank you" - all very common. I love the atmosphere.

In front of us in line was a family with small children. About three of them. The youngest was a toddler and he was in the middle of a horrific fit. Of EPIC proportions. I couldn't imagine what could possibly be so awful that he would be completely unhinged. And the parents did nothing but wrestle and take turns holding him while he screamed, cried, hit and attempted to limp noodle out of their arms. This went on for several minutes as we inched forward. All around us people were trying not to stare while also attempting to ignore the noise the small creature was making.

The community center had been decorated to the T! Obviously, it had taken days, and many hands to make it look like a Winter Wonderland. There were places to pose for pictures and in the main room there was cotton on the floor to simulate snow, with trees, lights, tinsel and bows everywhere. Nothing was left undecorated. It was very nicely done with cones and ropes to indicate that people were to stay on the main path and not venture out into the decorations. We were commenting on cool it looked, when I realized that the noise in front of us had stopped. I looked around to see what had placated the monster only to be sorely disappointed. All along he had wanted to get down and destroy the decorations and now he was given free reign. He crawled under the ropes, kicked all the cotton around and basically began destroying the set up. As little ones behind us who didn't get the pleasure of the hissy fit, and saw him break the obvious guideline, a few of them followed suit.

REALLY?!?! At what point do these parents not understand respect for the hard work and efforts that were put into an event FOR THEM! I was proud of Chloee who wasn't even tempted. She noted the ropes, asked what they meant, and when told that they were to advise us to not go past that area, she accepted it and amused herself in other ways. I looked around much closer (and now with several other families in the large room) to see if she was an anomaly or if she was the norm.

Interestingly enough, she was not the only well behaved youngster. The majority of the children understood boundaries, understood rules and complied without whining, cajoling, or begging. It's just natural to them to observe their surroundings and act appropriately. I find this fascinating. Absolutely fascinating. This is not to say that they aren't normal kids, they most certainly are, but when it comes to respect, they are on a whole different level. They get naughty just like others and have to be reminded about things, but in general are extremely respectful of others, waiting their turns, listening to directions etc.

The ones that I noted as the exception? I started looking a little closer at the parent who is the Marine. Most cases it's not hard to tell and the majority of them are the fathers due purely to logistics. I compared the physical appearances (don't judge until I finish my thought) of them to the others whose children understood respect. I also compared their facial expressions, their conversations with their children and their spouses, and their general deportment. It doesn't take too long to see the differences. There are Marines who love and respect their duty, their title and their job. And there are those who don't. And while I only see a few of them in their actual jobs, you can tell by how their families behave.

Am I guilty of being judgemental? I will argue not.   Just an observation and some food for thought. The Marine Corps prides itself on their values that are deeply instilled during boot camp and then expanded on throughout their careers. Most of the men and women who undertake the journey to become a Marine do so with these things deeply ingrained and quite obviously passed onto their spouses and families. I overheard the woman behind me on the phone with her husband, telling him to come and meet her and the kids. Yes, it was okay, he didn't need to change, there were others in their cami's having just gotten off work. I could tell that he was concerned with proper presentation. Even at a family festival event. I paid attention to his wife and children. Very respectful, kind, friendly and the kids well behaved. She was there by herself with two little ones and a stroller and she had everything under control simply because she wasn't having to wrangle wild, hellion little ones

I think it comes down to Pride. Not a bad pride. A respectful pride.   Signs at all the markets and commissaries are hung with pictures of what is acceptable dress and appearance when on base. Period. No questions, you are to be cleanly dressed and groomed. So it goes that not only do Marines develop a sense of pride in their duty, country, fellowman, and jobs, but in themselves. They are better than a sloppy G with pants around his butt cheeks and hat on sideways. There is a place for that, but not in the Corp and not on Base. And most certainly not in their children.

For the next several days, I have been more observant of the people on base. I can now usually tell right away, who are the ones that have that sense of honor and respect instilled and practiced, and those that don't. To the guards at the gate and the manner in which they wave us through, to the men I pass in the commissary. I even walked past a neighbor who had clearly just gotten off work (still in his cami's) who allowed me a wide and respectful berth of space when he clearly didn't need to. Just out of respect.

So why is this so appealing to me right now? Why does it strike a chord with me? I wonder if it is the sense I am getting of general disrespect that our society seems to have fallen into. I am sure many agree, there are some wonderful people out there, but in general it feels like there has been growing a seed of discontent in the general masses. That discontent seems to lead to disrespect of oneself, and then to others and to basic society norms.

What will it take to get us back to manners? Back to civility? Back to basic kindness and respect? For some, like a true Marine, it's already there. They've got it down to a science. They leave bootcamp with it, if they didn't have it in the first place. For the rest of us, it's a matter of choice.   We can't all be Marine's, let alone Officers, but we can be Gentlemen. And then, it is our responsibility to instill that same conduct in our children. Sure, they will ultimately choose for themselves their paths in life, but having the basic, core values of honor, respect, love, integrity, and service to others, embedded in them, will in turn lead to a more civil and respectful society.

At least that's just my observation.

Do you like what I like?

2011-12-12T15:13:00.000-07:00

Years ago, we had some super fun neighbors that we were close with and we ADORED their children. Their youngest son felt totally and completely comfortable just walking in the front door, getting something to eat, or finding something to do. I think he might have been 3 or 4.

One day, he came in and went into the office to talk to Splenda Daddy. Next thing you know, he's asking Splenda if he likes what he (the little boy) likes while absentmindedly slipping his hand in Splenda's sleeve to touch his arm. We STILL laugh over that scene. It was so odd, out of place and it kinda surprised us both.

Now, our inside joke at home is...."Do you like what I like?"

PS - I really hate cats, even though I am called mCat. But I do think a laughing cat is funny. As long as I don't have to live with it.

And today, is our first edition on the ole blog......

I like........

My bed. Totally have the best bed of all time. Cal-king, tempurpedic, heavy blankets and comforter. Nice and tall, so much so that the dogs have to have their own stairs to get up. (yes I am one of those people) I have a hard time getting out of it once I am in. My bed freakin rocks.

A paid for home. Serio - best feeling ever. No mortgage. I can't claim any credit for this, it's all Splenda Daddy's wise and fiscal responsibility. But the feeling that if the whole economy were to collapse, I have a roof over my head is comfort indeed.

Food that I don't have to prepare. I have to be the laziest person when it comes to food. I want it fast, ready and good. I hate cooking or putting any kind of time or effort into concocting something good to eat. I enjoy a good driveup where I can yell my order through some garbled box, or a nice place where I sit down and people bring me my food. Heck, I'm even good for a spicy dog that's been on the rollers for hours at the sev! Just so I don't have to think it up, or make it. Makes it problematic when we buy groceries. Splenda wants to buy things we can make meals with (normal) and I want to just buy crap I can snack on without any kind of prep (not normal). What's really scaring me is that Splenda mentioned that perhaps we should start growing some of our own food. I have two words for that...... CA - RAP!

Shoes. I am such a girl shoe. I wish I had 15 different pair of running shoes. I wish I had 10 different pair of boots. Maybe 8 pair of different black dressy shoes. Several pair of flip flops....you get the idea. I like shoes. Mucho!

Product. In fact, you could say I'm kind of a product whore. If there is a new mascara, or shampoo, or lotion, or perfume, or fancy gadget of some kind, I am ALL OVER IT! New kind of hair goop? Check. New improved mouthwash? Check. New style of jeans or sweaters? A new fad? Check and Check!

Happy people. I just like to be around happy people. Whiners, murmurers, complainers, fault finders, I have no need for. Listen guys, people in general have enough downers in their lives, that we don't need to go adding to it. Be happy or get good at faking it. If nothing else, STOP WHINING AND COMPLAINING. 'Cause that totally helps right?

My Kindle Fire. A total surprise from Splenda Daddy and I.Am.Loving.It! I downloaded some games that Chloee can play on it. I'm kinda addicted playing around with it. It rocks. Fo shizzle.

When Jace comes to play. Totally occupies Jack and helps to release his energy. 'nuff said.

In less than 24 hours, I will be in SoCal. I like that Splenda lets me spend the money to go. I like that the kids let me stay and play with them. I like that I get to snuggle Chloee, and play barn, and hide in the closet, and play at her park. Good times. I like it!

Sunday nights. We usually get the kids for dinner and then movie night. I like tradition. I like routine when it comes to my family. I like all my lil chickens gathered together. If only 2 years and 8 months would pass by quickly. Then I have them all.

Retirement. Okay, sorta retirement since I'm working the gig at Wasatch Running. But that is part time. The rest of my days are filled with stuff I want to do. Gym, hot baths, reading, sleeping, sometimes lunch with besties......stuff I want to do with people that are genuine friends whom I love. So NOT overrated at all!

and finally......

I like my diet brown bubbles. Every day. Someone asked me last week if I had a certain "drink". Not really. It just has to be diet, brown, and bubbly. If it's coke or pepsi, then I'll add some vanilla. Other than that, I am just a DBB girl.

So there's the first of hopefully many "I like ...." lists.

Do you like what I like?

Where's the line to see Jesus?

2011-12-10T07:57:00.000-07:00

I got the following in an email yesterday from my bestie SIL:

"About the Song

While at the mall a couple of years ago, my then four year old nephew, Spencer, saw kids lined up to see Santa Claus. Having been taught as toddler that Christmas is the holiday that Christians celebrate the birth of Jesus, he asked his mom, "where's the line to see Jesus"?

My sister mentioned this to my dad, who immediately became inspired and jotted words down to a song in just a few minutes. After putting music to the words, and doing a quick recording at home, he received a great response from friends. He sent the song off to Nashville without much response, except for a Christian song writer who suggested adding a bridge at the end of the first chorus. My dad then asked if I wanted to record the song to see what we could do with it. I listened to the song, made a few changes to the words to make it flow better, and we headed to Shock City
Studios.

It was at the studio where Chris, owner and producer, rewrote the 2nd verse and part of the chorus... with goose bumps and emotions high, we were all hopeful and felt like we had something special. The demo was recorded in just under 2 hours and sent off again to Nashville ... still no response.

Then 2 weeks before Christmas last year, my cousins Greg and Robbie decided to do a video to see what we could accomplish on YouTube. The first day we had 3000 hits and it soared from there. We received e-mails, phone calls, Facebook messages from people all over asking for the music, CD's, iTunes, anything... we had nothing. After a couple of meetings with Chris following the amazing response, we got serious. We headed back into the studio this past spring... this time with guitars, drums, bass, pianos, choirs... the real deal.... and here we are today.*

Getting iTunes set up, a website put together, and loving that thousands upon thousands of Christians have come together... remembering the true meaning of Christmas. Out of the mouths of babes come profound truths that many adults can not understand. Hopefully Spencer's observation will cause people all over to reflect on the love of Jesus, and that one day we will all stand in line to see Him. We are most thankful to our Heavenly Father to have this chance to share our music with you. Merry Christmas everyone."

Enjoy the video - I loved it and the message it sends......

mCat's Family Annual Christmas Card - 2011 version

2011-12-09T15:06:00.001-07:00

Because I don't send out Christmas cards or letters, well, I used to when I was young and it all seemed romantic to me, and I had time, and I cared, the blog is going to serve as our Family Christmas Card and yearly update.

I know what you're thinking and I totally agree. Lame. Lazy. And very scrooge-ish.

I'm okay with all of those adjectives right now, really.

All throughout blog land, and even in my very own mailbox, everyone has these beautiful professional pictures done and I can't even get my entire family in one spot. Well, we did at Tuffy's wedding, but I was thinking wedding and not Christmas cards, on account I don't send them. And since it will be 2012 before I get them all in the same room again, I had to improvise.

Behold - our beautiful Family 2011 Christmas picture!

back row - Splenda, mCat, Jordan, Jack, Corbin, Karalee, Chloee

front row - Luke, Tuffy, Montana and Jace

Aren't we a good looking bunch?! And LOOK at our tree! Gosh, you will be hard pressed to find anything else out there even comparable. Really. Isn't the touch of camo on Corb pretty cool? And the pink skirts on all of us girls matching just so? And we even got the all the dogs to sit still and smile. A Christmas Miracle!!

Okay, if you can just peel your eyes away from the stunning photo, I will now commence with our family update for the year 2011

We began it all with a very rocky start by losing Jillian on Christmas eve. 2011 was going to be tough. January was spent with Corb finished up his USMC training. Luke enrolled in school in Orem. Tuffy and Montana kept dating and working and finishing school.

Jordan got fat

Jack got crazy.

Spring came, Corbin finished up his combat training in CA, his specialty training back east and was getting ready to get established back in Camp Pendelton.

Karalee became a huge part of our lives.

Luke still doing school and working and dating

Tuffy and Montana still dating and working

Jordan got fatter

Jack got crazier

Summer showed up for a minute.

Corbin and Karalee got married on the beach in California.

Luke was working, schooling and dating.

Tuffy and Montana were working, dating and planning a wedding.

Jordan kept getting fat

Jack kept getting crazy

Fall struck too early.

Corb working in the armory as a small arms tech stationed at Camp Pendleton.

Karalee doing school part time and jewelry on the side.

Luke still schooling, working, dating.

Tuffy and Montana got married and moved into a cute little apartment not from from here.

Jordan still packin on the ellbees

Jack still whirling around in his own craziness

Now it's winter and the end of the year fast approaching.

Corb's fam is doing fantastic in SoCal. USMC is good to them. They are good for the USMC. Win-Win relationship

Luke is still working, schooling and dating. I think he likes the dating part the most.

Tuffy and Montana got a new puppy and both working and loving the newlywed life.

Jordan is helplessly tubby.

Jack is hopelessly nuts

and Jace the new puppy is adorably cute.

And Chloee? Well she spent the year being the cute, adorable, litte punkin that she is. She justs get cuter every day!

So what have Splenda and mCat been doing all year?

*blink* *blink*

*blank stare*

Surviving.

We are just along for the ride with our kids. For us, that's what our world is all about.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!

PS - if you are interested in the amazing pictorial art above, send me an email and I could prolly make one happen for you family. Unless you have a bazillion kids and then most likely not.

PSS - if you need one for your fridge to hang up with all the other cute ones you get, just click the print button and make sure you have paper in your printer.

PSSS - This won't be the last post on Christmas so don't get your socks spinning yet, just needed to get the cards out you know!

Wordless Wednesday - almost

2011-12-07T07:31:00.000-07:00

Karalee walked into the kitchen to this........

Clearly there is a little girl who adores her daddy~

Festival of Trees - 2011

2011-12-06T13:18:00.000-07:00

Last year I spent a good deal of time explaining it all here and since feelings are especially tender this year, for a couple of reasons, I'm just gonna share it all in pictures and minor commentary.

First off is decorating day. It's the day where anyone who is placing a tree, wreath, or other item brings their things and sets it all up. Everything has to pass inspection (ornaments glued or wired on, lights working, appropriate stand and pole, etc) So in addition to decorators, there are several volunteers there working to make sure it all gets done just perfectly.

Decoration day. I didn't get many pictures since I was back and forth finding extension cords, fluffing wreaths and basically anything I could do to help Debbi

This scene of people, boxes, random odds and ends will be transformed into something beautiful by the end of the day

I had to snap a picture of this painting. I think it's my favorite ever. On the brass plate there at the bottom are the words "I do believe"

A lot of people were trying to figure out how they could get a bid in on this one!

This was one of the highlights. Just as I got there, a news crew from a local station was doing a story for the evening news, so I had to wait until they all left before I could get a decent shot. It was quite the masterpiece!

The next day is the bidding night, and it's invitation only. Most of the items get sold that night. Sometimes the buyers will allow their names to show who purchased it, or they can remain anonymous and simply are listed as "Friends of Festival"

In past years when I have had the opportunity to work these nights, it's either been in the gift shop, or small fry house. This year, Splenda and I had the best assignment of all. Spend the evening at Debbi's house so that Rob wasn't left alone. Her grown sons needed to be home with their young families and she needed to be at Festival, so it was Splenda and I's privilege to go hang out with Rob. The first night, he felt like he needed to stay up and chat, which we loved doing, but it tired him out. We promised to make sure he went to bed the rest of the week.

On Friday, I had an extra ticket so I dragged Treasure with me and we went during the day with the intent of taking our time and enjoying each tree.

This cute spider tree in the small trees section. I thought of Chloee and how much she would like this one!

The tree was made out of books with the topper a reading lamp

Patriotic honoring all the armed forces

It was titled

"On Hallowed Ground"

This jumped out to me. Maybe because it's how I am feeling right about now

all things dog

No question that this was one of my most favorites. All USMC. Everything about the tree, I loved. The dogtags, the ornaments, the colors......it was stunning to me

This one was made completely of tires. Totally cool

Another unique piece. It was a puzzle, but in the missing pieces sections were scenes from Jesus' birth. Very well done

This is a kids dream true - I reminded me of Super Skyler

A piece had been added to the Peanuts themed tree - a real Charlie Brown tree. Love it

Another military one about the Challenge coin. I love knowing that Corb carries his own challenge coin with him. A hard earned coin indeed.

This was another favorite. Based on "A Christmas Story" See the leg lamps, the bunny jammies and slippers, ornament made of bars of soap and famous sayings from the movie

The tree topper is a little boy with his tongue stuck to the pole. You can also see the Red Ryder BB gun

Love me the leg lamp!

Okay, so I see this sign and KNOW that I have to get a picture of Treasure next to it

And I sincerely apologize to the people that I totally stepped right in front of while they were trying to take their own picture and then instead of moving aside since they were there first, I just went ahead and snapped my shot. I think Treasure wanted to run far, far away from me. I really wasn't being rude, I just figured since I was already there, I'd just hurry and finish up. Yeah, I suffer in the manners department.

A tree made entirely of vintage barbies! A little girls dream!

This is another favorite of mine. My cousin and her husband are firefighters with the UFA. In honor of the 10th anniversary of 9/11, they did this tree dedicated to those firefighters who lost their lives on that date. Behind the bookshelf that contains actual pictures from ground zero, is a flag displaying each firefighters name. NYFD were contacted when they started and donated much of what is pictured here. It was another tearjerker.

Then it was time for the Gingerbread houses

The Up house

A beehive. There were actually four of them this year. Each one amazing

This is stunning. The theme is Madagscar. Treasure noted it was decorated by a Women's shelter. I am very impressed. They also decorated and submitted this awesome White House one

The barn made me think of Chloee. She has a barn set that she likes to play with over Skype. Makes it kind of interesting : )

The camping one was so unique

Who doesn't love a beach theme?

Tangled

This one was just cool. Look how they used little bite sized shredded wheat pieces. People so are talented

We spent time in the gift shop, ate a scone, sipped our diet coke and Treasure bought her hubby some fudge. What a great afternoon just enjoying it all. And best part?

Wait for it..........

there wasn't ONE TWILIGHT THEMED TREE!!!!!!

A good day indeed.

Saturday night is clean up night. Trees have to be bagged and loaded onto trucks. Shops have to be taken down and cleaned up. Forklifts are buzzing around picking up pallets of things and loading them onto trucks.

Our cute neighbor boy rounded up some volunteers as his Eagle Scout project and of course Splenda and I would have been there anyway to do whatever Deb told us to do.

Fun for me, was that a lot of our youth were there, including one of my bestie YW!

Me and 'nae

No these were NOT our helper kids. While it was pretty funny, it was terrible waste of shrink wrap

Brockie driving the forklift

The Peanuts tree all bagged and dismantled

What was once a bustling shop, is quickly taken down and loaded onto pallets

No one drives a forklift like our Deb!

A funny thing. As part of prep work for Festival, some kids in our neighborhood started a "Candy Crusade" gathering any leftover Halloween candy or otherwise unwanted candy to be used in the Kids Korner and Small Fry shop. As 'nae and I were sweeping up, we ran across a piece of taffy that had been at Tuffy and 'Tana's wedding but was extra and donated. Small little co-winky-dink don'tcha think?

We finally left at about 1am, even though others were still there working hard long into the early hours of Sunday morning. I have to say, this year was a success. Sure, I haven't heard the actual dollar numbers of what was raised, but for our experience, it was another year of not just fun, but of service and lessons in humility.

Looking forward to Festival 2012!

Young Women and why our investment in them is critical

2011-12-02T22:56:00.000-07:00

A little set up for those of you who are not familiar with my religion which is The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Often referred to as Mormons.

We serve in different capacities on a volunteer basis. There is no paid clergy. We have a primary which is for children ages 18 months to 12yrs. Our youth programs for boys and girls from age 12 to 18. The Young Men are also encouraged and work directly with the Boy Scouts of America. Both programs have a pamphlet with outlined projects and assignments for them to complete and earn associated jewelry or other significant sources of recognition. The projects and activities are designed to instill positive habits of clean living, resourcefulness, individual spirituality, interpersonal relationships, communication, public speaking, teaching and ultimately develop their individual testimonies of Jesus Christ as their Savior.

In Young Women's the program is called Personal Progress. Which is exactly that. Every activity and project is designed to allow the young woman to progress and grow in seven different value areas. It generally takes a young women a couple of years to earn it.

As leaders in the YW organization, we are instructed to encourage and provide opportunities for the girls to work on their Personal Progress and to appropriately acknowledge their progress. It's a fun challenge and often very difficult and time consuming to complete. It's certainly something that one could compare to a young man earning his Eagle in the scouting program.

I've been blessed and lucky enough to serve for several years in the YW program in various capacities. When I was first called several years ago, I was wary. I didn't even LIKE girls let alone have to work with them at least twice a week? Sundays and then one evening a week for activities? And don't get me started on a week of camp with them. Wary, indeed.

One Sunday with them is all it took. I was instantly in love. With every single girl. From the youngest 12 year old to the oldest 18 year old. In love. And an instant testimony of the importance of the program.

The past couple of weeks, it's been on my mind. I've quietly observed our girls. I've put a lot more thought into our personal interactions and then spent time thinking about each girl. Her strengths, her weaknesses, her needs, her individual personality. Our particular ward of YW is about 25 girls, so it's easy enough to manage and get close with each girl. It doesn't take much to get to know them each personally.

Over the past month or so, a particular idea has been zeroed in my mind. Yes, I have known this truth always, but for some reason, I feel very compelled that it's of the utmost importance RIGHT NOW.

The idea, or rather the truth, is that these young women (and young men for that matter) are really and truly, the future. We are teaching them by word, and more importantly example, on how to be leaders. One day, my little Mia Maid who is 14 years old now, will grow up and be a YW leader herself. How will she know how to lead? How will she know how the organization is supposed to be run? How will she know to step out of her comfort zone and love girls that are younger and much different than herself? From the simple act of conducting a meeting and teaching a lesson, to the more complex of prayerful decisions for the organization, the administration of the organization and following the rules in the handbook. How will she know these things?

Quite simply from us. From her leaders. From the other adults in her life that set the example and give them opportunities to practice and serve. Too often, we are afraid to let our children fail, and that extends to our ward children that we have stewardship over. Too often we forget that they don't know. In fact, that was one of the mistakes I made as a parent. Without realizing it, I was assuming that my kids just knew stuff. I don't think I am the only one guilty of that. And I certainly appreciate my children who kindly brought that attention to me, and now I am responsible for acting on it. I no longer have children in my home to raise, but the principle applies.

In fact, whether or not you or a member of my same religion, doesn't the truth apply regardless? Each one of us have interaction with young people on some level. As a parent, teacher, aunt/uncle, grandparent, teacher or friend. And all children need to be taught the same leadership principles. It might not necessarily apply to their religion of choice, but it most certainly applies as members of a community. As part of society. As one who will be a future adult, one who votes, leads in their areas, and determines the course of their individual circles of influence.

It has struck me hard the past little while and caused me to assess if I am fulfilling this stewardship responsibly. Am I following the rules, being organized, reaching out, conforming to the particular guidelines my church has outline for the program? Where can I improve?

With the world moving at a neckbreak speed, we have no time to waste. We don't have the luxury of relying on someone else to do this. We have to step up to the plate. It's crucial. It's not something to be approached haphazardly, but instead with a zeal and passion, and a belief that you are INDEED making a difference for the future simply by teaching, leading and being an example of how things should be done to the young people with whom you interact or whom you have stewardship over.

This past week we had our annual YW Christmas party. Now one would think, with a party, what is taught?
1. Traditions are important. For several year, our girls have gone out and tied Christmas ribbons on each mailbox in our neighborhood. Service is taught.
2. It's usually cold. We can do things that don't seem particularly fun or comfortable.
3. They go out in groups of 3 or so. Learning to work together and to be as efficient as possible.
4. We come back to the church for a simple dinner. They learn that things don't have to be super fancy to be special. Homemade soup and rolls teaches the importance of learning some basic homemaking skills. Simple decorations teach that they don't have to be "over the top" with decor to make a room fun and cute.
5. An organized table that is designed to allow several girls to serve at once. Lesson in organization and efficiency.
6. Unassigned seating. Learning to reach out to someone who isn't sitting with anyone and including them in your group. Befriending, socializing and the importance that everyone is important.
7. Noticing which girls are missing and texting them to let them know you miss them. Teaching to notice the girls not there and then reaching out to let them know you miss them and wish they were there.
8. A DVD of our pictures of activities throughout the year. Lesson in learning to laugh at ourselves and sometimes our silly pictures. Sadly, we mostly had camp and very few of other activities. Lesson in the importance of documenting your life. Pictures included as well as journaling.
9. A small and simple gift. The girls each received a simple Christmas tree ornament with their name painted on it. Lesson that gifts don't need to be elaborate, just personal.
10. When the activity is done, everyone tends to jump in and help clean up. Lesson that many hands make light work, and that simply walking away means someone else is doing the lions' share of the work. We all enjoyed the activity, we can all take the time to help clean up.

Clearing a Christmas party has become a learning experience. That should happen each and every single time we interact with our youth. No matter the event, they are learning from us. Our examples, our words, our attitude's A heavy responsibility to be sure, but is absolutely critical since these young people will some day be the leaders and if don't teach them the right way, we could likely be headed for chaos of some kind. Not just in our respective religions but in our world and society as well.

I love my opportunity to serve with the YW. They are amazing girls who never cease to astonish me with their level of maturity and willingness to serve and learn.

I can only hope I live worthy enough to continue to be with them. I love them to the moon and back. Every last one of them.

( I didn't know how to set the timer, so I had to do a different pic with me in and with TeraAnn's awesome hat!)

Wednesday's Wrandom Wrambling (debbie downer style)

2011-11-30T14:24:00.000-07:00

*Feel Free to click mark as read....just voicing some thoughts and feelings*

Dude!

It's almost December. As in, TOMORROW!

What the crap happened to 2011? It seems one big, blurry bad dream.

Thanksgiving was nice. Not what I expected, though I'm not sure exactly what I was expecting, but it was nice. Loved family coming in from Vegas and spending time catching up. Love the positive vibes my SIL brings with her.

And now, everyone expects Christmas.

Can't do it.

Just can't do it.

I did hang the wreath on the front door so it wouldn't look naked there, but I really have no desire nor ambition to put up the tree, decorate the house or buy a single gift. I really want to just take my tree and ship it to my kids in Cali. Splenda wants it to stay here and get put up and decorated. The idea of it makes me want to crawl in bed.

Scrooge much?

I have been excited for Festival of Trees. Spent a little time there on Monday finishing a few last things for my bestie and watching the decorators set up their things. Made me realize that if I had planned a little better I could have done a tree this year.

Instead, I have determined that I will do one next year. Dedicated to Jill and Suicide Awareness and Prevention. I am still pondering a theme for it. Something she loved, her hobby, her passion. All I can come up with is that she loved her daughter. More than anything she loved Chloee. I think I will go with a Mommy Angel theme. Thoughts?

For those of you new to my blog click here to get the back story There are subsequent posts and videos that further tell the story. But you get the gist.

I think that is why I am struggling to really get into Christmas this year. Memories are painful. I can only imagine her own parents. If my heart hurts, then they must be in agony. And whether we are friends or not, I feel sad for them.

I think doing the tree will be a good thing. Starting with the day after Christmas this year and all the sales, I will be looking for ornaments and decorations to fit our Mommy Angel tree. I will be stepping out of my comfort zone and approaching a business to see if they would be willing to donate something like a TV or other hot ticket item that will attract a bidder. I will try and get Chloee out here next year so she can help with the tree. I'll be tracking down pictures and special things to go with the tree. I am concocting a plan and that feels good.

The healing properties of doing something for someone else can never be underestimated. And if I haven't mentioned it before, every single thing for Festival is donated and all the money, ALL OF IT, goes straight to the Primary Childrens Medical Center. No admin fees or skims off the top. Every last cent. So many good things to be involved with.

And yet, I am still so sad.

I have an exit interview with my previous employer on Monday. That closes another chapter in my life. A chapter that once was so happy and fulfilling and cruelly twisted to a sour ending. Even though I know I made the right decision and am happy about starting a new chapter in that area of my life, it's still a little sad.

Change is hard.

My house is empty. My sons have their wives and lives.

Change is hard.

Still not able to run. So frustrating. I think if I could just get a good 10 miler in, I would feel so much better. For now, I am stuck on the bike, in the pool and satisfying my running needs by smelling the new shoes, checking out the gear and mingling with other runners at Wasatch Running Company. That's cool.

Got a flight booked for SoCal in a couple of weeks. Makes me uber happy! Now just gotta figure out how to get all the kids' Christmas down there. This is pretty cool too. Happiness is seeing Chloee all settled in with her Daddy and her Mommy. Their little family is so amazing. Watching Corb being such an awesome father and Karalee love Chloee as if she were her own and Chloee loving the fact that she has a family. A mommy and a daddy. A family. The sweet lil punkin is THRIVING! That makes me happy! For those of you who have married children who are parents, nothing brings you more joy than seeing them become great parents themselves. Some call it a parent pay-off. I don't know what I call it, all I know is that it brings a smile to my face and a lift to my soul.

And yet, I still feel sad.

Memories can be hard.

Change can be hard.

Wow - this really did turn out to be a debbie downer eh? Sorry, if you made it this far. Just processing some thoughts and feelings.

Really, life is good. Life is damn good.

xoxox

Peace Out

**PS - if you are lurking, which I know you are, and you feel inclined to leave more anonymous mean comments, please refrain. It didn't get you anywhere last time and won't this time either.**

Thanksgiving day 2011 - Wrap up

2011-11-25T11:49:00.000-07:00

HAH! Since I did no Halloween post, I felt the urge to include theeee Cutest Care Bear in all the land!

So, when Corbin got married and had Chloee, and Luke left on his mission, I decided it was time to break off from the extended family dinners and do our own. Since we all know, I don't cook very well and I am usually doing some sort of Turkey Trot the morning of the big day, I voted we make a new tradition of....wait for it......The Golden Corral.

I knew Corb, Kar and Chloee wouldn't be coming in for Thanksgiving, Tuffy and 'Tana would be going to her family so that left Luke, Splenda and me. Splenda's family was having the HUGE get together since fam from LV were coming. I succumbed to the peer pressure and so that's where we ended up.

I made my famous pumpkin dessert, baked a Marie Callendar's frozen pie and whipped up a huge batch of mashed potatoes. I grabbed some boxes of Stove Top stuffing since I heard a rumor that it hadn't been assigned and since we all know how high class I am, the boxes were on hand in case, indeed the rumor was true.

(I'm tellin ya - that the real shiz right here. The bomb.com! One of the very few things I can make and am proud of!)

Splenda's sister reserved the local LDS meeting house, and between her and his Mom, they had the place all decorated and looking nice by the time we got there.

And to start it off right.......

Any guesses where my place is? Thanks to my SIL from LV! She had my back. Yes, she did!

I don't know about your family gatherings, but this group can never start on time. Dinner was set at 2pm, but we didn't eat until 3:30. Which, in part is frustrating, but does allow time for chatting, laughs and a lot of screwing around.

I was glad that Tuff and 'Tan were able to join us for a little bit. By the time we actually ate, they were scarfing and hustling off to her family.

Clearly, I DO NOT LIKE MY FOOD TO TOUCH!

And where's the stuffing? Splenda took matters into his hands and got those boxes whipped up!

After sufficiently feasting on yummy, traditional food, it was time to bring out the desserts!

Oh mama - there was some good ones!

My funny nephews (and a niece)

And then, if you can believe it, Jan asked for some help making some snowflakes for her RS activity. After Splenda made me pee a little by asking if it required ovaries, I decided to give it a try. That's right, I actually attempted to make a 'craft'

Let the record reflect that there is indeed some Christmas foil in my hands, WITH SCISSORS and I am cutting a snowflake.

I only could manage three of them, but hey - I consider it a Thanksgiving miracle

After cleaning up, we headed to ANOTHER local LDS meetinghouse and joined 'Tana's family just in time for a rousing game of dodgeball!

EVERY family should play dodgeball on Thanksgiving - it.is.AWESOME!

Luke and Tuffy discussing strategies

The other team in action

Jumping and dodging and huckin balls - all fun stuff

Making another run for it!

Dayton's team had everyone out but him. He had all four balls so he was lining up and deciding his best strategy. The fun rules were that if you actually shot and made a basket with the dodgeball, your entire team could come back in. Made for some dang good fun! And the best line of the night? Poor kid takes a ball in the face, some quiet tears as he heads off to the sidelines, a shout from the other team "It's okay, I hit him, but it's okay, he's my kid"

I don't know who that woman was but I fell in love with her.

Later at my house, Splenda, Luke, Mike, Rosa, Robert, Ryan, and eventually Tuffy and 'Tana came over. I forgot to get a picture but imagine if you will - all 8 of us, plus 3 dogs packed into my bedroom, on the bed, the floor and chairs watching the Thanksgiving episode of Modern Family. SO FUN!

After our guests left, Luke pulled up the movie Memento and amazingly I was able to stay awake for it. I didn't get it and it had to be explained, but overall - good film.

What a great day it was. We got a few minutes on Skype with our SoCal kids, lot's of time with Splenda's side, and then family time with just my kids.

Best part? I slept in while Splenda hit the Black Friday doorbusters - perfect ending!

I've been punk'd - all in the good name of Bill Walton

2011-11-21T10:45:00.000-07:00

I should get the ultimate award for being a good sport. Or for being gullible. Or for having no shame whatsoever.

Okay, so here's the downlow. My bestie Tiburon is in Tucson doing the JDRF Ride to the Cure. It tags along with Tour de Tucson. It's her big event of the whole year, and this was her first year as coach of the Utah chapter. So of course, we been in contact back and forth as she kept me updated on all the fun stuff.

Turns out Bill Walton is the celebrity rider for the Tour de Tucson! Okay, while we all know I am a HUGE Yankees's fan, I am also a fan of basketball and some of the great legends. Bill Walton is big name. A college championship, two NBA championships, a hall of famer, and then overcame a stuttering problem and became a great color analyst. Anyone who knows NBA, knows who he is.

So when I hear that he's there at the ride, I am ORDERING Tib to get his autograph for me. I know if the opportunity presented she would do it, she's not afraid to approach people. I had full faith in her.

Sunday, she posts on Facebook that she is sitting in a hot tub with Bill Walton! WT FLAGNON?!?!?! I am madly commenting telling her to get a autograph! Some back and forth, some other friends jump into the conversation, and it is apparent that there are some who are fans and some who dislike him as a person. I only knew GOOD things about him, and I WANTED AN AUTOGRAPH! Of course, Tib is in the hot tub so no pen and paper handy, but I warned her with EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING, that if she ran into him again, I didn't care what she pulled out of her purse, a receipt, scrap of paper with her gum in it, a spare tampon......I didn't care just get his autograph!

I leave it at that, and continue on with my normal Sunday morning, Facebooking, pretending to care about football, reading blogs etc. I stepped away to shower, and when I check my phone next there is a text from a number I didn't recognize:

"Hello Melissa. I have a friend of yours who insists I say hi to you because she doesn't have a pen and paper.
All the best, BW"

Holy mother of NBA!!! I start screaming at Splenda! "oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!! Bill Walton JUST SENT ME A TEXT!!!!! Holy freak! I am beyond giddy, literally shaking with excitement. I could picture it. They are standing there and with Tib's wit and humor gets him to send the text. He uses a phone (not his own cause I could be a crazy) and sends a simple text for fun! Giddy I tell you! I was beyond excited!!

I send back a message:
"Thank you! I am seriously peeing with excitement! The famous Bill Walton! College championship! Two NBA championships! Amazing color guy! Thanks!"

I.kid.you.not. Yes, I said peeing myself with excitement to an NBA legend. Count them SEVEN exclamation points. Gushing much?

After I sent it, and I was patting myself on the back for having a text convo with THE Bill Walton, I decide to call Tib and just make sure it wasn't a hoax.

I get her on the phone (not even saying hello)
Me: "Tell me that wasn't a hoax!"
Tib: "Wha? What are talking about?"
Me: "You know! The text - tell me it wasn't a hoax!"
Tib: "I have no idea what you are talking about"
Me: "You didn't just have Bill Walton text me?"
Tib: "NO! I'm waiting for a friend to pick me up for lunch! I don't even know what you're talking about you dork!"

Huh. Strange. I start racking my brain as to who was a part of the Facebook conversation and suddenly my mind turns to a certain feisty, diabolical red head who would pull this kind of an evil stunt.

I dial Chief and get her on the phone (not even saying hello)
Me: "If you sent that text, I am gonna kid your redheaded ass down the street!"
Chief: Howling with laughter. Can't speak. Snorting, chortling, and basically rolling all over her bed in hysterics. And not just her, but her whole family is having a grand time laughing their arses off at how I fell for it all!

I give her props. She got me. Hook,line and sinker! And of course, I find it hysterical. Okay, a little sad that it wasn't the real deal, but honestly a great prank. I was punk'd! And punk'd good! I wish I could think of something that clever!

The only thing that could make this any better is if I trip over myself while climbing the podium, with my skirt tucked into my nylons, to claim my trophy as the Most Gullible Girl of the year!

Red Corner China Diner (and check out Wasatch Running) GIVEAWAY!!!

2011-11-20T10:08:00.000-07:00

Do you remember when I raved about this place? I still love it and is one of my favorite places to grab some great chinese food.

So, as it happens that while I was cleaning out my wallet (trying to get it back to a normal size) and amongst an old library card, receipts from 2009, and an outdated Living Planet aquarium membership card, I stumbled upon TWO 10.00 gift certificates for Red Corner China Diner.(click over there < to check out their website). I had forgotten that Sam had given me another one to do a give away and then one to me for helping promote his business.

Well, it is Thanksgiving time, and I am more than thankful for all my friends both IRL and via the internets. So, I am going to give away BOTH of them in one swoop. Which means, for my mathematically challenged friends, you could win $20.00 in gift cards to the awesome chinese diner! Dude! That is a dinner out for you and a friend while starting the Christmas shopping season!!! Yeah, I know........it's pretty cool.

Rules? Of course there has to be rules, because it's a giveaway after all, and I DO NOT BELIEVE in getting something for nothing. Remember that principle kids - it's an important one. Another important principle? Support small businesses. Guys who take their passion, make it a business, provide jobs, and a meaningful service. That's what this country is founded on people!! So as we are in the season of expressing thanks, I want to include my buddies at Wasatch Running.(click < over there to check out their website).

So here's the deal.

1. Leave a comment = one entry

2. Come into Wasatch Running, make a purchase. ANY purchase - even socks, a gu or a gel, running tights for the winter, shoes, jacket, hat....ANY purchase. Tell them I sent you. = one entry. If you happen to come while I am there and can practice using the cash register on you = two entries.

The contest starts Monday November 21, 2011 at 10:00am and ends Friday December 9 2011 at 10:00pm (mtn time). That gives you 3 weeks.

For my friends not along the Wasatch Front? Sucks to be you. I wish you could be here! But I will make you this promise, you make it out to Utah, I will personally treat you to dinner at the Red Corner Chinese Diner and bring you into Wasatch Running to see how fun of a place it is. And if you come during the winter, you get to experience the greatest snow on earth! Win-Win for you!

Alrighty then kids..... let the contest begin!

**PS - you can find both of these businesses on Facebook - which is AWESOME!**

Wednesday Wrandom Wrambling - Friday night edition

2011-11-18T18:08:00.000-07:00

I know right?

That's just kinda been the whole week. It's like, whoa - what just happened? Oh, FRIDAY happened!

Not that it's a bad thing, quite the contrary.

Contrary. Who really uses that word anymore anyway?

Sooooo.....I guess I should finally announce it formally and for realsies.

I retired.

EEEEPPP!!!! (if you don't know what that means - it's me squealing with delight)

I know right?!?! Dream come true. I submitted my letter of resignation/retirement and wrote a kind email of how much I have appreciated my time at Intermountain. Earlier this week, Splenda and I went in the evening and cleaned out my desk and cubicle. It all fit into one box. My entire career of 24 years with the same company, in the same business all amounts to one little box. Yep. My official last date it 12/1 so in the meantime, I will be moving all my 401k to an IRA, which actually might make it safer, and then enjoying the freedom that is now mine.

Maybe I should use it to buy gold. Hmmm....

I've started hanging out at Wasatch Running Center.

I've always purchased my running shoes there, except for the one time I won a free pair from a place in St George, and most of my gear. I did the Grand Slam with them last year. They are an awesome business. We are working together as I train in the business of running shoes. I wouldn't call myself an actual employee yet, but if over the next week or so, we both mutually agree that it's a good fit, I will pick up some part time hours there. All perfectly suited for a retired grandma who just wants to support her habit. Straight from the dealer no?

There is a lot to learn. They don't just let anyone fit and sell you running shoes. They only hire experts. They only trust experts. Great guys who run the place and go ahead and ask me how much fun it is to walk around trying on different shoes, learning their technical differences, the pros, cons, and features of each shoe so that you can figure out which one is best for a particular person and their gait. Very cool stuff. I am learning a TON! I just hope I can retain it all. I am kinda wicked old after all.

And smelling brand new running shoes for hours at a time is like.....well......it's bliss.

Tuffy and 'Tana got a new puppy. I KNOW RIGHT?!?!?! Gosh he's cute. Jace. Little black mini schnauzer. And what is fun, is he comes over to be babysat and entertains Jack. Win-Win!!

Having some serious Chloee withdrawals. Like for real serious. Like, I kinda want to just get in the car and drive there. I guess it's good that I have made some commitments here so that I can't do just that.

What would I do without skype? And even then......not the same. Achey heart here.

On the bright side.......they have less than 3 years of active duty. So there's that.

Okay kids, enough rambling thoughts, I think I'll finish watching Rick Perry bumble around on the O'Reilley factor. Serious - dude is kind of a joke. Perry not Bill.

Peace out!
xoxox
mCat

An open letter to Glenn Beck and Keith Ablow MD.........

2011-11-16T13:31:00.000-07:00

Dear Glenn and Keith,

(yes I am using first names, we ARE that close now)

I feel compelled to issue a heartfelt thank you for the collaboration of your efforts and the resulting book

The Seven Wonders That Will Change Your Life

I realize it's been out for almost a year now, but I've always been a little slow on the uptake and didn't actually pick up a copy until a week or so ago. I picked it up at the right time of my life, for the right reason, and I don't chalk it up to coincidence.

A more personal email will come your way, with direct expressions of gratitude for the specific lessons I learned, or rather, was reminded that I knew already but needed them in print and in someone else's words so that they would stick. You need to know that your hard efforts weren't in vain. At least in the life of this lowly little lady.

For anyone else, I cannot emphasize enough the need to read this book. It doesn't matter if you agree with Glenn politically or even religiously. That is NOT the point of the book. Ignore everything you have ever heard or read about him. Good or bad - ignore it all and take this book at the face value it offers. And if you aren't a fan of "self-help" books? Well, neither am I. I was prepared to get partway through, get bugged and put it down just like every other self help book I have ever read. This is NOT in the same caliber. Not even close. I didn't even find it in the self-help section of the library since I won't go there, so don't dismiss it as that genre. It's so much more than that. So much better.

As someone who recently confronted some life changes and decisions smack in the face, it served as a conduit to reinforce my decisions and to remind myself of the most important things in life. The real things that are of true value. And, then to take it further, reminded me how to be the REAL me. The true mCat. The genuine article. I was able to put the last several years and particularly the LAST one and put it into a different perspective and then apply that perspective to my life.

I have always admired Glenn for not just his former TV show on Fox, or his radio show (which BTW - I find his, Stu and Pat's sense of humors right up my alley so I am always entertained as I am enlightened), or even his new GBTV adventure, I like them all, but once you understand his life story, how low he sunk, and then how he found his way out, well it's just plain inspiring. The guy has a story that if read carefully, non-judgemental but with an open mind and allowed to sink in, can help others understand their own value as human beings.

Please don't dismiss it because of something negative you may have read or heard or previously believed about Mr. Beck based on politics. This book has NOTHING to do with politics. Absolutely NOTHING. Instead, it has everything to do with providing tools, reminders, instructions, inspiration, advice on how to create your own happiness. How to stay true to that happiness and then show others the way.

Please find it in the bookstore, online, or even the old fashioned way like I did, in the library. Take the couple of days it takes to read it. If you have your own copy, highlight the sentences that stick out and ring true. Allow Glenn's story and Dr Ablow's insights to trigger something inside yourself that motivates you for good. It will, I promise it will. And then, when you are finished, you will turn the final page, close the book and be compelled to think long and hard about yourself, your relationships, and the deeper meaning of it all.

Back to the authors, I again cannot thank you enough gentlemen. I wasn't ready for this book in January of 2011, I was too raw. Too injured. Too much in shock, grief, anxiety and quite frankly too full of adrenaline. But I thank God, that I found it on November 1, 2011......I am now very much the same person, but happier. More inspired to do good, be good and live good. More authentic and genuine in all my relationships. More compelled to release the toxic people in my life and fully embrace those that bring out the best in me and I in them.

Please keep collaborating your fine efforts. There is more to say and more people to inspire and influence for good. You have the voices to articulate it, and then the means to get it out there. Keep it comin baby!

Sincerely and will all my very best regards,
xoxoxo
mCat

Spiritual Sunday......reminder in kindness

2011-11-13T07:00:00.000-07:00

I read a blog post of a dear friend the other day, and I have been thinking it over for the past little while.

A clear reminder to stop judging and to extend more understanding to others.

The often quoted adage "Be a little kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting a battle"

Wouldn't it be nice it we really practiced that? Instead of assuming we know the story, how about giving the mercy of the benefit of the doubt and if we must assume something - assume another's best intents.

Click here to read her post

**Comments are off....if you have anything kind to say - leave the love and encouragement for Debbi**

Wednesday's Wrandom Wrambling

2011-11-09T17:31:00.000-07:00

Oh my.......

*sigh*

Oh my......

Okay, first off - google changed their reader format, and with all my genius dinking around have managed to screw it up and now I get NO updates to ANY of the blogs I read. And I just got caught up yesterday. If anyone would like to hold my hand and get it fixed.... well, that would be cool.

Proof that I shouldn't be allowed to "dink around" with anything. I break it.

I'm really behind on posting. Like all of Halloween. More wedding pictures. This week. For sure, this week.

I just realized that my blogiverary is this week. On the 12th. I should do something special.

Or not.

Seems like blogging 3 years ago is certainly different than it is now. Many of my favorite bloggers have stopped altogether. Like bell bottom pants, it seems to have gone out of style. Facebook has exploded. Google + tried to explode but there are still crickets chirping over there. People move on.

I'm still here. Mostly because I need to journal. I need to document.

"gimmee gimmee gimmee....I need...I need...I need..." (name the movie)

I thought I would have a lot of free time lately. Thankfully, it's filled up with all worthwhile things.

The newlyweds are happy. They are so damn cute, I can hardly stand it!

My SoCal family is happy. They are so damn cute I can hardly stand it!

My college student is happy. He is so damn cute I can hardly stand it!

I clearly am crazy about my family. Completely head over heels in love with them. Every last one of them!

I really need to do something about Jack the dog. He's wearing on my very last nerve. Jump roping with it! If the weather were warmer, we could do more walks outside and work off his energy. Right now, the thought of being outside makes me cringe. So I just keep throwing the stupid toy down the hall and he brings it back. Again and again and again and again.

Might be getting a rotater cuff issue with all the toy hucking I'm doing.

It looks like my tradition of Thanksgiving dinner at the Golden Corral won't happen this year.

Ticked.

Tired of politics already. Tired of the posturing of the candidates, the allegations, the finger pointing, the bickering.

And the Dem's are bugging too. But then, they always bug sooooo......

Still having a little right calf issue. Running hasn't been happening. Makes this Ironman challenge I am doing right now a leeeetle difficult. See, you do an Ironman (1800 meter swim; 112 miles on the bike, and 26.2 mile run) but you have two weeks to do it. My "running" is more of a brisk walk. Takes a long time to get mileage.

Ticked.

I just realized that perhaps this seems like a whiny post. Accept my apologies. Actually, I am happier than I have been in a long time. Yes, there are issues that bug, but deep down inside, I am damn happy!

Except for this friggin dog and his friggin toy!

Cancer Sucks

2011-11-08T21:03:00.000-07:00

Plain and simple. That dreaded C word sucks rocks. It affects babies, small children, teens, young adults, people in their prime, middle age and sunsets of their lives. It's no respecter of person's. It doesn't discriminate. Anyone can be it's target. In fact, who knows? You may have the big bullseye on your own back right now.

It's been about a month since we got the news that one of our bestie bonco friends was diagnosed with a brain tumor. After a biopsy, it has been labeled: High grade Glioma - 4th stage. Don't google it, it's disheartening. They have been told it's inoperable. They can do chemo and radiation to attempt to abort it's growth, and buy some time, but the time they are talking is anywhere from weeks to 9 months. As you can imagine, watching our friends, ones that we count in our bestie circle, go through this is hard.

These guys are in their mid 50s. Their children are grown and they are now enjoying their grandchildren. Certainly too young to be handed a death sentence. Especially one that came at them seemingly out of the blue.

Splenda and I have been processing it all. Doing what we can to serve and help them. Imagining what it would feel like to be in their shoes, but most of all - appreciating life. Why is it that it takes someone close to you, or even a family member face their own mortality to force one to look a little deeper at their life, their contributions to society, and their own meaning and mission?

Have Splenda and I been more introspective? Absolutely. Have I re-evaluated my priorities? Most certainly. But more than anything, my heart breaks on a daily basis for my friends.

But let me tell you this. I cannot come away from their home after a visit without smiling and laughing. Rob hasn't lost a bit of his wit, charm and sense of humor. Debbi is still her positive, upbeat and optimistic self. She still finds time to serve others, write our ward missionaries and serve in her capacity on the board for Festival of Trees. I am in awe of them. Both of them. They are facing this trial head on and with both barrels loaded.

I am learning from them. Not just to appreciate life, cherish every moment, express my love more openly, prioritize better, but their examples of strength is absolutely inspiring to me.

When we first moved into our home over 22 years ago, Debbi was one of the first neighbors to reach out and welcome us. I will never forget her standing in our living room with a pan full of goodies, introducing herself and apologizing she couldn't stay long. She had just suffered a significant accident and was burned over a good portion of her arms and legs. AND YET SHE BROUGHT US GOODIES!

Over the years, our friendship has developed. 20 years ago, we started a bonco group with some other couples in our ward. We actually played the game for the first year and then got bored. Since then we get together every month for dinner. We have had some amazingly fun times together. The fun bus to Wendover, the mock trial for two guys turning 40, the overnnighter at a bed and breakfast for my 40th. The long nights talking and laughing and sharing our lives. We've been through kids, marriages, parents dying, grandchildren, a divorce in the group - we've done it all. Not only is our bonco besties been a huge support network for us all, but Rob and Deb in particularly have blessed my own life in too many ways to even count.

She has hosted more showers, did most of the work on Corbin's first wedding, brought treats to my kids, and made sure our bonco group adopted a family every year for sub-for-santa. My loyalty to her was sealed several years ago, when one morning I awoke to see flowers planted in my flowerbed and a love note left of the door. I was going through a particularly hard trial, she knew it, and at some point in the early morning hours, got down on her hands and knees and planted flowers in my dirt. I will never forget that as long as I live. It was the kindest, most generous thing ever done for me. A friend, in my dirt, helping to give me something beautiful. So illustrative of true friendship. My loyalty and love for her was sealed that morning. I will defend her, help her, love her to my death and beyond. And even then, no matter how I help her, I will always feel like it's never enough. How can I ever demonstrate how much I love these too?

You can imagine then, the heartache that Splenda and I are feeling for them right now. BUT - not anything compared to their own emotions. I don't blog this to focus on my feelings, but rather, to extend a plea for prayers for my dear friends. Prayers of comfort, peace, health, and for the pain to be minimal. Prayers for their sons and grandchildren. Prayers for Debbi for the strength to do all that lies ahead of her. Prayers for Rob that, God willing, will grant him as much time as possible. Prayers for those of us that love them so, will know what we can do to best serve them, help them and support them.

And to Deb and Rob - if you happen to see this. I love you. Splenda loves you. More than words can ever express. We are learning so much from you, and will never be able to reciprocate but know that we will do whatever you need or want us to do. You have our undying love, respect and loyalty.

May God grant them as much time as possible with peace, comfort and serenity.

(this was taken at last years Epic Christmas party)

I love Deb's email auto signature that contains this:
What Cancer Cannot do...

It cannot invade the soul
suppress memories
kill friendship
destroy peace
conquer the spirit
shatter hope
cripple love
corrode faith
steal eternal life
silence courage

I can only hope that if I am ever faced with a similar trial, that I will have half the strength of my dear friends. They are quite simply.......inspirational!

oxoxoxox
mCat

An mCat family Christmas letter?

2011-11-08T13:51:00.000-07:00

Oh, yeah - it COULD happen. But only if this funny lady writes it.

Click here to check out this post. Donate 5 bones and then maybe mention that I sent you there. Maybe she'll give me another entry. Or not, but it's worth a shot right?

And then, if I do happen to win (that would be a MIRACLE), then I promise to send EACH of you a copy of the letter. It will be EPIC!!!

Go - GO! Click up there and get on it!

**comments off - go leave them with DeNae**

The Wedding - Video that makes me cry

2011-10-31T20:03:00.002-06:00

Splenda spent HOURS on this.
Finding just the right music.
Setting the pictures to just the right lyrics.
And I still cry.

Every time.

My babies.....

Tissue anyone?

The Wedding - An EPIC success!

2011-10-31T14:26:00.000-06:00

First off - I don't have the best quality pictures yet. Waiting for the REAL ones from the photographer but for now, these will have to suffice.

The morning started off beautiful (for it being fall and all) and after toodling around in the pool and chatting it up with Lisa, I hit the ground running.

Ironing my men's shirts.....

There were last minute errands, and then getting stuff ready and at the church.

The next several photos are from mostly from a cell phone, so quality....less than stellar - but I think they capture the moments nicely. Thanks Mitzi!

My boy is lookin GOOOOOOOD!!

Meanwhile, the bride was primping herself

One last hug from Momma

BFF Mitzi with each of them

and then it's off to the church!!

More photos before the ceremony

And then it was time for the ceremony

Ladies and Gentlemen.........

Mr and Mrs Preston Catmull

After several more photos that I hope to get from the professional soon, there was a small catastrophe. Chloee was playing with all her new family friends and a chair collapsed on her hand. Her fingers had to be pried out and then off to the Instacare she went with her Mommy and Daddy. Took some xrays, verified no break, bandaged up and then met us at the luncheon.

Sadly, I don't have any pictures from the luncheon yet. I guess the wedding will span over several posts. Splenda Daddy made a beautiful video that even though I have watched several times, still makes me cry. A lot. It deserves it's own post. Will be forthcoming.

After the luncheon at Buca di Beppo's (highly recommended BTW), it was back to the church for the reception,

Now to understand the next three pictures, you have to understand the beginnings of their relationship. Two years ago, there began a summer chalking war. The girls would chalk my driveway with notes to me and Tuffy. Tuffy would retaliate. That is how their flirting began. With sidewalk chalk. The school year started, and the Homecoming dance.....they have been together ever since.

Her colors were purple ( a couple of different shades) and silver. So gorgeous. The decorator lady did a great job in changing the cultural hall to something magical. The lights added the night before and the disco ball the DJ's brought gave it the final touches.

Cake lady adding the live flowers

Candy table for guests to create their own bags of candy

So tempting

The food table which really consisted of treat after treat after treat! So yummy!

The table centerpieces were framed photos of the kids and a floating flower. Simple yet very pretty

Did I mention a lot of treats?

The final product of the cake was stunning!

Outside in the foyer, the decorator added some beautiful tables, a large easel for their pictures and then we had a large screen playing the video for guests to watch as they waited in line

Their first dance

Time to cut the cake - the two were unsure how to go about it at first.

Montana's aunt and uncle are amazing singers/musicians - Emme sang first, then the two of them together. It was absolutely beautiful!

Time for the garter (no pics of the bouquet toss - prolly cause Mitzi was elbowing it out for it! : )

Apparently, the DJ informed us of a tradition that whomever catches the bouquet and whomever catches the garter have to dance together. Since Montana's youngest sister Alexis (14) and then a friend from her work (20something) it wasn't.awkward.at.all.

And then it was time to party (thanks for the additional pics Tib)

This next picture? Honeymoon. We booked the Treasure Island room for them at the Anniversary Inn. So glad that this is the only picture they sent us!

and this very last picture is my most favorite of all so far

All my lil chickens. Under the gazebo together!

Can't wait to get more official photos! I'll warn you so you can just click mark as read......unless you are my Mom and then you have to look at EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM!

Great job Dana on the whole shebang! You did a beautiful wedding!

Congrats kids - I love ya like a fat kid loves cake!

Wedding Fun.....Bridal Shower numero dos

2011-10-22T10:17:00.000-06:00

I am a blessed girl with a lot of friends. And GOOD friends. No doubt about it!
So in addition to the family bridal shower, some of my bestie besties threw a friend/ward shower. And the beauty is, since Tuffy and 'Tana have grown up together in the same neighborhood/ward - the guest list was easy!

Food, women and presents - does it get any better??

l-r sister Alexis, Mom Dana, 'Tana, and friend Donna

add in on the left cousin Savannah

me and one of my former YW - Anita (Braydee in the background) Where the hell did those extra chins of mine come from? That's it - no eating for the next week!

ooh la la! Remember, these are church friends. Us Mormons know how to partay!

'Tana wanted to know if the frosting was supposed to be for the cake

Opening her future MIL's first gift

Wha??? I think she SHOULD be wearing this on her wedding night. Sheesh!

opening the second gift from her future MIL

Okay, we all know this is what she WILL be wearing....GAH!! Brain bleach please!!

So many friends came out to show support

Freaking LOVED this card - again, us Mormon girls.......bow chika wow wow!!

Thanks to our good friends for all the hard work to make this shower so much fun and so beautiful

l-r Me, Lisa, 'Tana, Jeri, Deb's, Whitney and Kristin

Not pictured is Debbie whose home she graciously opened up to us. Details on why she is missing is coming in another post....... Love you Debbie

And another HUGE shout out and thanks to everyone who came, laughed, ate, giggled, and hopefully did not leave offended!!

6 more sleeps and we have a married couple on our hands!!!

Wednesday Wrandom Wrambling - Thursday edition

2011-10-20T10:33:00.010-06:00

GAH! What a week! Good things, bad things......in the middle things.

No stress fracture. That's good. I still can't run without pain in my calf so I'm not buying the diagnosis of a shin splint (believe me, I've had those), but the MRI showed nothing to be worried about, so along with my business I go. Running will come when it doesn't hurt anymore.

The doggies got shaved (badly needed) but now they are cold so the extra snuggling has begun. Jordan totally gets the idea of spooning, however Jack has no concept of personal space. My face is NOT an appropriate snuggling spot!

Speaking of cold....the temps are dropping and it's getting cooler. Mama no likey. It's no secret how I feel about any season other than summer. I'm gonna try really hard not to get too depressed until next June. Without my hot lightbulb bed, it'll be hard, but I'm gonna give it a try. Maybe I just need to schedule more time in Chloeefornia.

Yeah, I call it Chloeefornia now. Thanks Lisa!

The wedding plans are solid and just about all set. I'm still looking for matching ties, but I think I am gonna get that nailed down today. After that, there are some minor detail things, but they are things that have to be done the day of. Looking good!

Speaking of weddings. Is it just me or do people in general NOT give an RSVP anymore? I'd like to get a final headcount for the luncheon, but not getting responses. Oh well, I am just glad that people want to celebrate with us!

Qadaffi is dead.......so there's that.

Biden should not be allowed to speak. Ever.

Second bathroom coming along well. Splenda Daddy is a rockstar!! I like when he comes up with the vision, the colors, the layout and then just asks me what I think. I always like it, so it then becomes easy. I have no eye for stuff like this, and not particularly picky so win-win for both of us!

And with that in mind, I have lot's to do today........ peace out, girls scouts!

xoxox

M-Cat

Wordless Wednesday - Dedicated to Tauna

2011-10-19T01:00:00.001-06:00

Because I love you. Because you asked me ~~not~~ to. And since she is likely reading this at work, for the love of all that's holy, someone please get her an emesis basin.

Pre-season

Post season......

wait for it........

wait........ for............ it..........

You're welcome!

xoxoxox
M-Cat

Wedding fun.....Bridal shower numero Uno

2011-10-18T10:05:00.000-06:00

Montana's aunt and I decided to host a family bridal shower. Just the two families, a chance to get together, meet and get to know each other. It's been several weeks in the making and, not gonna lie, I am glad to have this checked off my list. I really didn't do any work, other than host it at my house. Splenda made the chicken salad, and then Montana's aunts did the rest! Easy peasy for me eh? Okay, I may or may not have put together a thank you favor, but even that came in a kit SHEESH, don't get any ideas about me and "crafting", I got a reputation to uphold : )

'tana's sisters, friend and cousin decorated. So cute - they did such a great job!!

The thank you favors. Simple box with some purple confetti paper and Hershey's kisses. Her colors are purple and silver, so they were perfect. It got a little dicey with tying bows...but I prevailed

All set up and waiting for guests

A full house

Montana and her BFF Mitzi (of course Jordan needs to be on her lap)

Bow chicka wow wow!! Love the fact that her fam gives her lingerie - exactly my own tradition!!

Aunt Karen, myself and Montana's mom Dana - love these girls!

We both love this girl!!

Next up, a ward/friend shower.......PARTIES!! So much fun!

Another one bites the dust......

2011-10-12T13:16:00.000-06:00

No..... I'm not talking about my toenails, I almost don't have any more to lose.

INSTEAD - I am talking about another one of my pseudo-sons.

Having three boys all fairly close in age, my house was the GO-TO-HOUSE. Especially since I worked full time and they could get in to all kinds of mischief without anyone really knowing. Imagine the things we have uncovered while converting the home videos. Silly boys didn't think about the consequences of actually VIDEOTAPING their escapades! But really, what a cool thing that there has been a core group of boys who have stayed besties their entire lives. And that the same core involves all three of my sons. Imma lucky Mama!

Over the past year or two, they have slowly been getting married and moving on with their lives. Last night was my second to last one (not counting my own boys).

Chris and Luke have been friends since elementary school. As they grew older, the friendship stayed intact and only grew stronger. Through girls, high school, sports, missions, it was always there. Funny story - we used to buy a lot of food on a regular basis. I used to call all the boys who came over "the locusts" because it was like they would all swarm and hover over my house and do nothing but EAT! Chef Boyardee ravioli was something that was a frequent hit since the cans would always be gone, almost as quickly as I put them in the panty. Then Luke left on his mission and Chris was not around quite as much. He still hung out with Tuffy, but just not as often. When Chris went on his mission, the entire ravioli stash remained untouched. It wasn't until then that we realized Chris was the lover of the Chef Boyardee ravioli! Come to find out, that kid would open it up and eat cold straight from the can! What is WRONG with him?!? I keep a couple of cans in the pantry now, simply for sentimental reasons.

Yesterday was Chris's big day.
It started off early at the Salt Lake Temple. Love that temple! Love the beauty of the grounds, and the kindness of the workers. So fun to take pictures and enjoy seeing how beautiful he and his bride Erin are!

Griff and Luke on the back row; Kristin (Griff's wife), Chris and Erin (his bride) on the front. The other three girls are friends of Erin's

Scooter and Splenda

Deb's and me

I'm not sure what they were told to pose, but it was funny

Later, it was a wedding luncheon at Tucano's. I was making sure to take notes for the luncheon we will be hosting in a couple of weeks. It was fabulous. The food was wonderful and the chatting with our besties was great as always!

The evening brought the reception and REAL party. Luke was at the reception center early for pictures, so Splenda and I picked up Tuffy and headed over shortly after it began.

My boys (sans one)

Holy Hannah! A line to wait in right off the bat! A very popular couple! We greeted Chris parent's (and our good friends),

Aren't they both beautiful people?

and then found a table to sit, chat with people coming and going, and to watch our boys have fun. Luke, Tuffy and the gang got to work on decorating the car. Knowing them and the group's sense of humor, we quizzed them on the appropriateness level of the decor. Convo went like this:

Splenda, Debs and Scooter: "You kept it tasteful right?"
Luke: "Define tasteful"
Me: "Okay, so here's mom's tolerance level (right hand raised high) and here's dad's (left hand down low) - where does it fit in the spectrum?
Luke: Head back, gut laughing - "Mom's"

and then he got up and hurried away. Picture me wiping a proud tear from my eye. That's my boy!

did you know that if you stick a small banana in the tail pipe and then cover the tail pipe with a condom that after about 500 yards of driving, the condom inflates and blows with the banana? Yeah - me neither......

The wedding cake, the dancing, and then the guests headed out to the car to light sparklers to send off the happy couple!

Luke waiting to catch the garter. He HATES this part of weddings. HATES! But that just goes to show you what a good friend he is for playing along. AND, he was the one to snag it so.............

I loved the sparklers idea - much better than bubbles and it was timed just right so that they were lit when the kids came out and got in the car

Whit, Kristin, Luke, Griff and Tuffy - these kids have literally grown up together

and don't forget Jessie there next to Tuffy!

Congrats my little Christopher! Mama C is so happy for you!!

Next up? Tuffy's wedding in just over 2 weeks. Oy Vay! It's coming up fast!

I hope to be able to get ALL the kids in one shot. ALL of them - the ones that I see in my heart everytime I walk through my house!

Sushi simply makes me laugh - Well done Geico

2011-10-08T01:00:00.003-06:00

Happy Birthday Maw!

2011-10-07T04:00:00.001-06:00

I'm a day late - but wishing my Mom a very happy birthday!!

She's off in Sweden enjoying serving in the temple there for our church and touring the country and surrouding areas with her husband John. Such a rough life eh?

Hope your day was the greatest Mom- I know it was pretty awesome for me! Without your being born, there would be no me. Without me, there would be no three little boys who grew into fabulous men, without the oldest of those now grown and incredible men, there would be no darling 4 year old who has stolen all of our hearts.

I learned my best swearing at her feet. But I also learned how to get on my knees and seek God's help when I need it. To hang on when the going gets tough, and most importantly - don't forget where I come from. All perfectly wonderful lessons.

So you see Maw, you got a pretty good legacy going!

Happy Birthday!!

Thankful Thursday

2011-10-06T04:40:00.001-06:00

I am thankful for an AWESOME facebook status that I saw yesterday:

If you didn't hear it with your own ears or see it with your own eyes, then don't invent it with your small mind and share it with your big mouth.

'nuff said

PS - My close friend is feeling crappy and having some health issues - if you're the praying kind - can you offer one or two for a stranger that needs them? He, his wife, and I will be most grateful!!

PSS - thank you Mel xoxoxo !

Wednesday's Wrandom Wrambling

2011-10-05T16:35:00.000-06:00

A lot of time on my hands. A lot of time in my head. Not sure either is a good idea.

Actually it really is. Good times.

WWF - love it, but can't win a game to save my life! I used to be smart - I swear! I was intelligent once.

And then mid-life hit and like a teenager, my brain cells spilled right out into some gutter to be washed away with the next rainstorm. Teenagers get theirs back in their early to mid- twenties. Will I get mine back or am I doomed?

Speaking of rainstorms, it's been raining today. Is that why I can't seem to get my arse outta bed?

My whole schedule is off. No gym since I have been resting the leg. I still wake up early and make myself do something (not exercise, just moving around), but I am missing the daily talk with my peeps. Will be getting back there next week.

The leg is strange. I now have pain in my knee as well. Probably because I have some strange walking mechanics because of the calf. Freak. I'm trying not to walk, but geesh - a girl has to get around you know.

Splenda is still moving all our home videos to files on our computer. It has been so much fun to see stuff I had totally forgotten about. For Splenda he is able to keep the years straight based on my hair style and color. See my frequent changes are HELPFUL!

I can't wait for the boys to see the final product. The memories......... I have the best family - I swear it.

Speaking of memories, with the old tree now gone. Cut into firewood, my oldest expressed a little sadness that their climbing tree, their batting practice tree, their shade tree, their hide and seek tree is no longer. As it was cut up for logs, we found it infested with carpenter ants. Pretty sure the neighbors might want to treat their trees that are in close proximity. I've a feeling they are everywhere. Insidious things!

Catching up on a lot of reading. Reading that should have been done on a regular basis. Loving it. Need a good thriller book, or fascinating biography to get lost in though. Taking recommendations.

Started watching Modern Family on Hulu. FUNNY show! FUNNY stuff! I have a new fav to add to my short list.

Speaking of funny. I get a distress message that a bestie's basement is flooding. I offer to head over and help. I don clothes, get out the rubber thigh high boots, and google how to work a shop vac only to get a follow up message that the electrician had cleaned it all up. I went back to bed.

Um, that was funnier in my head.

I have a new phone. No smart phone for me. I'm pretty sure I could never figure out how to work one. Just a nice basic phone with a camera, and keyboard. Momma doesn't need fancy. But, I can't type a single message yet without it taking 20 minutes and no less than 8 errors. Okay, THAT is funny.

*sigh*..........teaching an old dog new tricks or even the SAME tricks is a challenge..........

More diet coke - peace out friends

Things that are making me happy

2011-10-04T07:49:00.000-06:00

Drawing of Tuffy and 'Tana that has been on my white board for several weeks now

The wind storm that took down my dead tree last night. It was on our list to get cut down for firewood, the wind just made it easier!

Cade wearing the appropriate jersey (indoctrinate them young I say)

I can't find mine. And it's okay today, I don't have to.

And that makes me happy!

What making you happy today?

St George Marathon 2012 - A little mental defeat, a lot of summer heat, some staggering and in the end SUCCESS

2011-10-03T13:56:00.000-06:00

I knew it was take me a few days to compose my thoughts on this last marathon of the season. It was a unique, hard, and very interesting experience physically, mentally and emotionally.

Splenda and I headed south Friday afternoon, went straight to the Expo so I could pick up my packet. I also had forgotten to pack shot blocks and Gu so I grabbed some there. One year, I am going to get there early enough to spend a lot of time browsing the expo. So much cool stuff. I could wander among the tech shirts, shoes, glasses, and shorts for HOURS.

After the quick pick up, we met Ape and Er at Pier 49 Sourdough Pizza place for some serious carb loading. My favorite!!! The Alcatraz -no cheese. I love the looks that people give me when we order no cheese. It's like they have to repeat it several times to make sure they understand : )

Being suitably stuffed, we followed the kids back to their home where they graciously allowed us to stay. They have a couple of guest bedrooms and I, being cocky, chose the upstairs one. We got settled in and then it was time to get to sleep.

At 3:15am, the alarm went off - I dressed quietly and made sure I had everything packed and ready to go. Splenda and I quietly sneaked out and drove to the finish line where the buses were loading. After a fast run into the rec center for safety pins, I got on one of the first buses. They are SO organized that they have volunteers everywhere doing just about everything. I've never seen buses loaded so quickly and efficiently. I glanced around and realized that I was one of about 4 women total on that particular bus. The rest were dudes. Imagine, if you wil,l the smell : )

I popped my ear buds in and closed my eyes. I hate the bus ride to the top. It's discouraging when you just keep going and going and going knowing full well that you will run every step of the way back. I kept my eyes closed - no psyching out for me this time.

Before I knew it, we were stopped and unloading. Again, a mass of volunteers to help, direct, assist in any way they can. It is seriously the most organized event ever. I made my way to one of the first fire stacks, wrapped myself in the foil they handed out, put on the freebie gloves and laid down trying to sleep and rest more.

That's where I started to get crazy ideas in my head. I had looked at my BQ time. 4:00.59 - could I do that? That would mean shaving a full 33 minutes off of last year and 16 minutes from my best time. I thought about last year and where I could make changes to be faster. I let myself start to think that it might be possible. I start calculating my strategy. No holding back. No wasting energy with carrying a water bottle. No talking on the phone. No stopping to take pictures. No unnecessary walking. Full Boar! I wanted to finish knowing that I tried the very best that I could and that there wouldn't be any regrets or "if I had only"'s. If I qualified fantastic, if I couldn't then at least I would know that I had given it my everything.

Next thing I know, I hear someone walking around and the clicking of a camera. Just outside of my little cocoon that I had made for myself, I saw the flash and heard the snap. Someone had just taken a picture of me. Out of curiosity, I sat up, looked around saw a STG volunteer taking a shot of every person gathered around the firestacks. I also noticed that there were now some other guys sitting with me who were inclined to chat. I obliged.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again. Runners are a rare breed. And unless you understand it, we may seem psycho. Crazy. Insane. Stupid even. But the more I meet and hear their personal stories, the more I am convinced we are the exact opposite.    I am so inspired by others that I think that's the best part about sitting at the start line, trying to keep warm, and waiting for the gun - being uplifted and motivated by fellow runner's stories.

They finally came around and lit our firestack. Immediately it was like moths to the flame - people were scrunching in to get a little warmth. Really, the temps weren't that cold, but it's nice to warm up your legs enough to start stretching.

I looked at the porta-potty lines and knew I better get in one fairly soon, or I would miss the start. First I made my way to the aid station, got some water and a banana. They were playing music and a DJ was talking, giving interesting facts about the marathon and keeping everyone pumped up. By now, it was getting very crowded.

I found a line for the johns, and patiently waited my turn. I still knew there was plenty of time, but wow, how do you get 7200 runners a chance for one last pee all within a short period of time? Not easy. And not very pretty smelling.

After my turn, I headed to the start line. They put the elite runners up front and then pacers every so often. If you have a goal set, you want to line up with the pacer that will get you there. I looked and saw 3:45 and then the 4:00 pacer. I decided to line up between them and as long as the 4:00 hour didn't pass me, I was safe and could meet the qualifying time.

The national anthem. The start of the handcranks and wheelchairs. Some more jostling of bodies and pictures and then the masses started to move. The minute I crossed the line, I started my watch and away we went.

The first three miles are always a tussle of bodies and legs. Moving around people. Getting moved around yourself. Shuffling from one side of the street to another to be able to move ahead. I quickly ditched the gloves and thought the temp was perfect, if it could only stay this way!

After about mile 3 or 4, it thinned slightly. I was still ahead of the 4 hour pacer and as I checked each mile marker and my time, I could see that I was about 3 minutes behind the gun time. As long as I stayed within the 3 minutes and ahead of the pacer, I had a shot.

My left calf, ankle and tendon have been bothering me, but I had already popped an anti inflammatory and sprayed Ironman on them so while I could feel some definite discomfort, it wasn't a deal breaker. I knew I could push through it. Usually by mile 6 or 8, they are starting to numb up anyway.

The beginning is a beautiful down hill, and the sun begins to rise. Words cannot express the feelings I have for the next several miles. Looking ahead there is just a sea of runners. Each working hard at their own pace. Each with a goal in mind. Each with a personal reason for doing this. And while there is still passing and getting passed, it's never a negative thing. It's just a part of the race and everyone's different paces.

Once we hit Veyo, the crowds start to build. We come down hill and then at mile 7 we hit the up"HILL". The dreaded Veyo hill. I knew it was hard last year, but I had done it with Lisa at my side. This year, I was solo. And it was much harder.   I had to keep telling myself, that I had done Park City, so this should be a piece of cake! My legs weren't believing it. It was much harder than I remembered.

There is also a phenomenon called muscle memory. Boy did that kick in. My legs most definitely remembered running long distances, and they were rude enough to remind me that not only did they have a vivid recollection, but that they didn't particularly care to do it again so soon after Top of Utah. They were rebelling. My left one in particular was ticked off!

Finally reached the top of the hill, and I am starting to feel the heat. Now, it's still the morning hours, but this is the southern Utah desert. It gets hot and fast. I was making sure to drink water at every aid station, and I will commend the organizers for AGAIN having so many volunteers and fantastic aid stations. I watered, sometimes downed some gatorade and just kept running.

By now, my left leg pain had extended beyond my ankle and calf. My knee (IT band) was angry and there were now odd jabs of pain that seared the entire length of my leg. I was only at mile 13. Not a good sign.

As we came down Snow Canyon, I saw off to the side my friend, neighbor and fellow running fanatic standing off talking to his parents. This guys is an ANIMAL and I couldn't even believe I was looking at him on the sidelines! I called out to him and motioned for him to come run. He shook his head, I kept motioning, and then he ducked, started moving and caught up to me. It was hard to talk since we were flying downhill, but I got the idea that at mile 2 something had happened and he was in pain. We stayed together for about a mile talking. He asked my goal time. I told him if I finished sub 4 I could qualify. He asked if that was based on the old BQ standards or the new ones. I was alarmed. I thought the new ones didn't go into effect until NEXT season. He informed me that they were effective now. As of the Saturday prior, Boston had filled up for 2012 and so now the new qualifying times were in place. That meant instead of 4:00.59 - I had to do it in 3:55.59.

Mentally that killed me. I felt punched in the stomach. I looked at my watch, gauged my pace, knew I couldn't continue at the quick rate I was clearly at now. The realization that a BQ was NOT going to happen completely deflated me. I gave in to the screaming pain in my legs and slowed my pace. Rob encouraged me to keep up, but I told him to keep pushing and get his BQ. I really just needed to run alone for a sec and process.

How could I have ever let myself even DREAM it was possible. I'm such an IDIOT! No speed training. New to marathons in general, and I entertain the idea of a BQ? Nuts. So stupid. I let myself get angry and frustrated but kept running. I gauged my pace again, checked the time and mileage, evaluated my pain level and knew that I would be lucky if I could even better my time from last year.

The next several miles were hard emotionally. Negative self talk, physical pain and emotional frustration was all encompassing. I was still maintaining about the same pace, but I wasn't enjoying it like I normally would be. By now, it was also getting extremely warm and I was feeling the effects of dehydration.

I saw a porta potty up ahead, and knew I should take the few seconds and make the most of it since there was no line. I rushed in, emptied my bladder and was amazed at how hot my pee was. Gross I know, but it was hot and strong. I knew hydration was going to be an issue for the rest of the course.

As I continued on, I started my inward self talk. I was able to set aside the negativity and focus on my accomplishments. I was HERE! I was running the St George Marathon! A coveted marathon - one of the best in the country. I was surrounded by amazing athletes. I was watching people with new eyes. Each person had a story behind them. Why were they there? Why were they running?

I caught Rob again. He was walking with another guy. That was my signal that he was in pain. Rob doesn't walk. We continued to leap frog with one another. It hurt more for him to run, and it hurt more for me to walk. So between my steady pace and his run/walk we were within each others sights most of the time.

It was now getting very hot. I was taking advantage of every single aid station, but instead of sipping the water like I should, I was so thirsty that I was gulping, thus making me feel sick. I knew I had to keep drinking though.

I rounded a corner only to come across an ambulance loading a runner in. I could see the shoes and the IV poles that were attached the nameless body. I started to cry. This runner was done. Dropped with heat exhaustion I am sure. I could only imagine how they might feel. What if this was their first marathon? What if this was the one that they were gonna qualify? I felt so awful knowing that someones goal and dream might very well be ending in the back of an ambulance bus.

By now, the shuttle vans were starting to circle and more and more aid bikers were along the course. I passed another runner down, but she was already getting help so I didn't stop. She didn't look good at all.

At mile 20 - that shuttle van looked VERY appealing. I was hot. Tired. Dehydrated. In serious pain even though I had popped some more advil at mile 19 and feeling like I was running in mud. I couldn't get a decent foot turnover to safe my life. Just getting one foot in front of the other was a huge challenge. But I was raised to never quit. It's not in me. And physical pain I can most certainly push through. I've done it before, I could do it again. I wanted the satisfaction of crossing the finish line and not only getting my finishers medal, but my Grand Slam medal as well. If I quit now, the Grand Slam was for nothing. I stopped looking at the shuttles longingly and pushed them out of my mind.

Determination to finish was now my only thought. Finish. I no longer cared about time. I no longer cared about pain. I was going to finish or pass out trying. The second seemed a valid reality in the heat.

As we came down the big hill into the city of St George, there were now spectators lined up. Cheering, clapping, little ones standing hoping you'll slap their hands as you go by, and encouraging each runner. As I passed through the intersection, I stayed on the right hand side to avoid most of the crowd on the left. I was struggling. As I looked up at the spectators, an older gentleman looked right at me. It was like there was no one else on the course but me. He looked straight into my eyes and said, "You got this! You're doing great! Keep going - you GOT this!" and as he talked he nodded his head and clapped his hands at me in encouragement. I don't know who he was, but I felt like he was placed there just.for.me. I started to cry - again.

That kind gentleman who took the time to be personal got me through the next couple of miles. I was able to keep my feet moving and even when I saw the 4 hour pacer pass me, I didn't let myself think about it. I just focused on moving my feet forward and staying upright.

At about mile 24 there was someone handing out free popsicles to the runners. GOD BLESS YOU!!!! It was the most welcome treat ever! Cold, sugary and while it took some energy to hold the popsicle, eat it and still run, I didn't care. It was the most blessed thing ever.

We rounded the corner and came into the neighborhoods as we neared the finish. There were people with cold, wet towels you could place on your head, or wring out down your back - thank you. More and more people lined up cheering and signs everywhere!

I was focusing ahead when I noticed a girl starting to stagger and sway. The runner next to her caught her, put her arm around her but was struggling to keep her upright. Just then two medics on bikes pulled next to me on their way to her. I said, "She's going down - hurry!" The one dropped his biked, ran towards her and gently held her while she collapsed. I turned as I passed her only to see her face completely devoid of any color whatsoever and watched as her eyes turned back in her head.    Again, I felt the sting of tears in my eyes. She was SO CLOSE. She was within a mile of the goal! My heart hurt for her.

The finish line is now up ahead and around the corner. I know this. The 4:15 pacer has now passed me, but I can picture Splenda and Ape waiting for me. I can picture the National Guard guys in their fatigues waiting to assist anyone who needed it. I saw in my mind's eye the hundreds of people waiting and watching for their "special someone" to come within view. I had nothing left in me to sprint. I had to mentally focus on one foot in front of the other.

Earlier when Rob and I had first started together in the canyon, he said, "lets finish together" I knew that I had passed him last during our leap frogging and hadn't seen him since, so I slowed enough to turn around to see if I could see him behind me. I would finish with him, if he were within eye sight. I couldn't see him. I turned back around and then the stars came, the nausea, and the limp legs were hitting me all at once. I heard my name being yelled and looked over to see Splenda and April cheering and April's awesome sign. I tried to shake off the shut down of my body and find something left in me to sprint.    Nada.

I think I was able to speed up a little but sprint was not part of that equation. My legs were rubber, I was seeing double, and wanted to puke. I literally staggered across the finish line. I remember a volunteer grabbing me and asking if I was okay. They are certainly trained to see the signs. I lied, said I was fine and kept shuffling towards the misters. Once in the misters, I grabbed a pole to hang on to and keep me upright and just stood there for I don't know how long. The cold water was the only thing I could focus on. I could hear things around me, but it was like they were muted. You know how in movies, when it goes slow-mo? Yeah, it was like that. I stood there until I was sure I could move. I staggered some more in the gate and another volunteer held my arm and asked if I was okay. I lied, said I was fine, and shuffled forward some more. I stopped, placed my hands on my thighs, leaned over and fought the urge to vomit. I stood out of the way a bit, but was right where finishers were coming in and heading to the runners recovery area. I wanted to see Rob.

As I watched him cross, knowing he was hurt and frustrated, my admiration for him grew. He found me. We congratulated each other. He expressed disappointment with his time, but never once gave an excuse. That is what I love about him. He didn't excuse it. He was frustrated, but he's been running long enough to know that stuff happens and you deal with it. We separated ways, I was now feeling like I could walk but desperately wanted water. Thankfully, again with so many volunteers there was water shoved in my hand, a cold cloth pressed in the other and offers of food and aid all around me.

I could feel my phone vibrating in my running belt but honestly didn't have the energy to pull it out. I kept walking around in kind of a daze trying to formulate what I was supposed to be doing. I was pretty sure I needed to meet Splenda and Ape, but I didn't have it in me to pull out my phone. I also knew I needed to get my shoes off since I could feel some serious blisters had formed.

They finally caught my eye and Splenda asked how I was. I started to cry. He motioned to head out the exit and he would meet me. As I finally got to them, I was now able to walk without staggering and the stars had disappeared. I was still sure I could throw up at any minute but instead, all the emotions came pouring out.
"so brutal.......I was foolish enough to think I had a shot.......so hot.........runners dropping.........why do I do this?............I hurt.........I feel sick............so hard..........I know what I need to do next year."

You might laugh at that last one, but it's true. After berating myself for what I felt like a poor performance, the next step was planning on how to attack next year. *shakes head at own craziness*

I visited with April and Splenda for a bit and got some pictures with her awesome sign!

Love it! Love you Ape!! That gesture meant the WORLD to me! And the fact that she knew exactly how I was feeling was a comfort too. Then she left to run errands, Splenda found some shade to sit in, and I waited in line for a quick massage.

I knew I had Cassie coming Monday after I got home, but I needed someone to quickly pound out the lactic acid that I could feel built up. Nice girl who worked on me, and I am grateful. But there is no one like my Cassandra.

After the rub down, pound out. I walked to the results tent and got my official results. I knew from my watch what the general was, but it was nice to see it in print. Then off to the Wasatch Running tent for my Grand Slam medal and shirt. I thanked the Wasatch Running guys for the great experience with the Grand Slam. One noticed the sign about toenails and asked if I had lost some. I laughed and said, "You don't even want to know". He laughed as well but insisted on seeing my feet. After he fought the gag reflex he chuckled that they should have given an award for the worst feet at the end of the season, because I would have surely won. I choose to take that as a compliment. There was also a couple who loved the sign and asked if they could pose for a picture with it. See Ape?! The sign was a freakin hit!

I picked up my drop bag and then waited in the shade while Splenda fetched the car. As I was waiting, I saw another runner drop. She had been waiting for her ride as well, and collapsed in the sun. Two medics were laying her down and radioing for back up. I was counting my blessings that while I came close, I was able to hang on and stay upright.

A quick lunch at the Taco Time and then back to April and Eric's for an ice bath, hot shower, more advil, and the afternoon session of General Conference.

The best was that I had finally allowed myself to feel successful. I had bettered my time from last year. I battled the physical pain. I fought off the dehydration. I conquered the mental enemy that wanted to bring me down. Success indeed.

As I have had time to process my thoughts about it all, the same theme always comes to mind and I've expressed it before with marathons. They are distinctly different in race attitude. With Ragnar Wasatch Back or other relay events, it's all about the roadkills. And to be honest, when I first started running, that was my mentality all the time. The road kills. Keeping track of the number of people who I passed. Then counting that as part of my success. I no longer feel that way. Okay, on a relay yes. But not in a marathon.

People who run marathons have an attitude of shared admiration for every runner they encounter. Whether it's the runner they just passed by, the one they see walking or limping, the one who breezes by them and the one that might be on the side loaded into an ambulance. Only another marathoner can understand and appreciate the physical, emotional and mental endurance it takes to run 26.2 miles. We understand that the tiniest bit of encouragement can go a long way. A quick stop at an aid station and a glass of water from someone who calls you by name and tells you that your doing great, is sometimes enough to get you to the next aid station. It seems as though there is no competition just a sense of camaraderie. We are all in it together and attempting to reach the same goal.

How I wish people in general were more like marathoners. Instead of paying attention to those we "pass by" and counting them as defeats, or comparing ourselves to someone who seemingly is "breezing by", why aren't we more concerned with the runner on the side who has dropped. Why aren't we cheering on each other when we can see struggles? Where are our signs, applause, and words of encouragement? Where is our attitude of shared admiration and sense of camaraderie? Has society created us to become such competitive, cut throat and malicious humans, that we can only feel good about ourselves at someone else's expense?

I like to think not. Yes, there are those in the world who will continue to raise their own self esteem's through the downfalls of others and I believe most of those people don't even realize that they are doing it. But more so, I have faith in mankind. Most of us, in our core selves, DO give a crap about others. We DO want to encourage, lift and inspire those around us. We ARE holding our "signs" of encouragement hoping we can help someone. The problem is, most of that is internal. We think it on the inside, but we don't necessarily act on it. I am challenging myself to act on it. In turn, I challenge you. Be a cheerleader. Be a motivator for good. Be inspiring simply because you are kind. Be more patient with others. Be encouraging even if it means someone goes farther than you in some particular area. Be happy for them. Be a marathoner in life.

Official results.:

Time - 4:22.18 (11 minutes faster than last year)
Roadkills - 7 (5 snakes and 2 unidentifiable carcasses)
Not going to even figure out where I placed in my division, among women or among the entire field. It doesn't matter. I finished. I staggered at the end, but I finished. That's all that matters to me.

PS - a final shout out and thank you to our wonderful friends Eric and April (watched these two grow up ya know) for opening their home to us. We had such a great weekend with you guys - Love you more than a fat kid loves cake!

Why I run Marathons

2011-10-01T04:00:00.001-06:00

I'll be doing this today. Going into it a little hurt and sore. Not sure how it's going to go.

Full recap coming later in the weekend.

Wish me luck - this is likely going to be it for the season!

Happy 23rd Birthday Jillybean

2011-09-30T07:04:00.000-06:00

Thinking of you today.
Wondering what your life would be like now.
Knowing you would be so proud of your baby girl.

Missing you.

A beautiful tribute that my bestie put together - a snapshot of the life we knew with her and her legacy moving forward.

Missin you and loving you Jilly.

Wednesday's Wrandom Wrambling

2011-09-28T19:43:00.000-06:00

Holy freakin cow, it's Wednesday!

I've lost track of days. Literally, I have to LOOK at the calendar to know what day it is. Sorta nice, sorta pathetic.

I like home projects. Ones that I can actually help with. Last week, I spent the week organizing, de-cluttering, cleaning. So cathartic

This week has been a little project I like to call "make a bathroom". We had a plumber come in (still waiting on the bid), but in the meantime, I have started taking down drywall, ripped up carpet, removed baseboards..... who knew that a hammer and a flathead screwdriver could be so much fun.

And feel so good.

So I'm talking to the dermatologist today (full body check), and she of course notices my nasty rast feet and immediately knows I run. She has run the Marine Marathon TWICE! I am oozing with jealousy. She got all choked up just trying to describe it to me! Corbin and I HAVE to do this next year! If it's the only race I ever run next year, I WILL DO THIS!

And maybe I'll get a chance to meet my peeps in DC - hollah!

And, and she took a thingie off my arm. Most def not melanoma, but it was bugging me, and she wanted to see what it looked like under the microscope.

I dig my doctors.

My family practice doc? Dude is a freakin saint! My "talking" doctor? LOVE HER!

I got good ones.

Wedding plans are in full gear. Making address lists. Finalizing family shower, the DJ, the wedding luncheon. Tagged along to visit cake lady. Then pictures on Sunday and work on invites, flowers, decorations. I am grateful I only have a small portion to do. But luckily, Montana and her family let me tag along and enjoy all the fun things too. I couldn't be happier that those two kids are getting married! Little peas in a pod they are - and her family is so fun to be with! I don't think I could have arranged a better one if I were a professional matchmaker!

Speaking of happy kids. My Corbin, Karalee and Chloee! So happy! Such a cute family. I think about them all the time and am so glad that they have found each other and have made such a beautiful, strong family.

Luke is starting his own business. Stay tuned. I will most def be pimping him out here!

It's good to feel happy about your kids.

Splenda Daddy got a special little thingamajig for the computer that records our old VHS tapes to files on the PC. He started one tonight, and oh my holy hannah! How fun is it to see the boys when they were little.

It isn't fun seeing me 20 years ago. Aye carumba! I certainly was one to embrace the 80's. Could my hair BE any bigger? And Splenda's mullet? OH EM GEE - we have giggled all night watching.

It's also been sweet to see videos of his Dad. We miss him and all his funny quirks. It will be fun to take these videos and make some DVD's with them.

At least I think it will be fun for Splenda. I'm more into taking down drywall right now.

Getting muy nervous for St George this weekend. I've had a sore tendon/calf issue and it's not really getting better. Icing, taking it easy, antiinflammatories both topically and orally......... still not getting where I feel good about it. Hopefully, my dear Cassandra and her magic will get it under control tomorrow.

I just realized that if I can do this in 4 hours or less, I qualify for Boston. That means shaving 33 minutes off of last years time. It feels like it's just within my reach, and yet so unattainable. I guess we'll see Saturday eh?

Halfway through SIL"s next book. Just the draft. Loving it! I smell another success..... and the fact that there is a reference to Mimi in there made me smile!

Did you know that a six pack of Lynn Wilson burrito's makes the perfect ice pack?

Now you do

Peace. Out.