Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
No, this is not a picture of me drunk. No this is not even a picture of me. This right here is a picture of my beautiful daughter, Brandilyn. What does this have to do with me being drunk? Well, actually, there is a story here.
The last time I got slammin drunk, back in 1988, I woke up the next morning with a whoppin hangover. That hangover just kept with me for days. Finally, I decided that something bad was wrong with me - like I was dying or something. A friend gently suggested that I take a PG test. I thought she was daft but did it to humor her. Holy crap! It was positive!!!
Skip and I were pretty scared because I had tied one on not knowing that Brandilyn was on board. However, eight months later when my perfect (except for her different sized thumbs) baby girl was born, we were exceedingly relieved. Of course, there was the screaming and demands of a high need baby and Skip consistently accused me of damaging our child with my carelessness. Several years later we would realize that it was just my darling daughter's determined personality that was shining through.
I'm glad to say that that was the last time I got really drunk. I never touched the stuff while I was pregnant and then I did have some champagne on December 9, 1989 when one of my best friends got married. The next day, December 10, 1989, I went to my first sacrament meeting at our church by invitation from a woman I had met and haven't looked back since. I haven't touched the stuff and, frankly, don't miss it at all.
I don't miss the hangovers. I don't miss not remembering what happened the night before. I don't miss having to apologize for my behavior. I don't miss any of it. So if I can be grateful for my children for one thing, it would be that they motivated me to clean up my life.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
I put this picture of me up here because I look happy. It's been a long time since I remember feeling as happy as I look in this picture. Of course, this was BEFORE everything in my life went to heck. I like my hair color, the color of my face (I'm a total sun worshipper) and this picture doesn't give the appearance of me being grossly overweight (something that ALL pictures of late seem to do).
This photo was shot at the Weltz Family Reunion in San Jose in 2009. I have no idea who shot the picture but I was obviously happy. Probably because I was chilling with my sister-in-law, Julie. I LOVE her and we have so much fun together. She truly makes me laugh.
That (laughing) would have been a difficult task on this day, too. I really do NOT enjoy family reunions. I don't know the majority of the people there and I'm not a big fan of pot luck style meals. I usually bring something that Skip expects me to bring (some meat and fat thing) and then something that I know is Jody friendly.
Anyway, it makes me smile to know that I possess the ability to be this happy. It gives me hope that brighter days are still ahead for me.
Monday, November 22, 2010
But wait . . . that's not all. There is one more movie that I just can't get enough of. Yes, I'm sure that this movie choice will definitely tarnish my reputation as a classy babe (LOL!!!), but I just LOVE this movie!
Yes, Blazing Saddles is crude and rude and downright socially unacceptable. I guess that's why I LOVE it so much. The humor matches my own, somewhat. Actually, I was living in San Antonio, Texas for a spell when I was 18. Young, cute and VERY single. Right there in town is the Lackland AFB and guess what movie was playing there on the base. Yay! So, when these cute desperate young airmen wanted to take a young lady (if you could have called me that then) out on a date, of course the movie on the base was the absolute cheapest game in town. I think I went like 12-15 times. NO JOKE!!
To this day I quote often from this movie. My friend, Nancy, told me that she was tempted to watch the movie so that she could get an idea of where I came up with some of my funky sayings. Heehee.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Every year it is our family tradition to take a family photo for our Christmas cards. This is always a point of contention for our entire family. I've been doing this for about 15 years, you'd think that I would have learned by now. This right here is one of the pictures that we took last year.
Cory, Sarah and Ava weren't able to join us this last year. I guess that's what happens when time marches on and your children grow up and start families of their own.
This picture isn't the one we used. Dave isn't showing us his best side in this picture and this is the year that Robbie has decided that he wants to exercise his rights as a teenager and choose to be miserable spending time with us. Oohrah. However, this was one of the FIRST times in our family history that there was no bickering or arguing over the annual photo shoot. Go us!
For our picture this year I think I will either a) forego the whole dang tradition as there just isn't much peace, love or joy in our home or b) just shoot a picture of those that are present on the particular day that I decide I want to take out my camera. Haven't decided yet.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
Anyway, we (I) decided that we should go out on the Manzanita trail. It's a pretty steep decline and then (obviously) an intense incline after you pass through this gorgeous area down in the bottom of the canyon. It's actually one of my favorite rides (although Brandilyn and Tammie will tell you different after another experience we had several years ago).
While we were coming up the incline Cowboy was working pretty hard. He slipped on a large smooth rock and started going down. It's one of those moments where everything seems to be going in slow mo. Obviously, it wasn't going slow enough because I wasn't able to pull my right foot out from under him quick enough. That 2000 pound animal just came right down on my foot and I have to tell you it hurt like a booger!
After Cowboy got up, Miranda quickly dismounted from her horse and was like, "Jody are you okay? What do you want me to do?" I was still trying to adjust to the fact that there was massive pain shooting out from that foot of mine. All I could whisper at that point was, "Get my horse. I can't walk out of here!" She complied.
Like my momma always told me, "You gotta get right back up there on that horse and ride!" So I did. By the time I got home (after some galloping and (ouch) trotting) my boot was pretty tight and I couldn't get it off fast enough. My foot was swelling up and I decided that the ER would be a pretty responsbile place to head to. They x-rayed my foot and it's NOT BROKEN! So so happy.
However, today I'm not walking very well. It's insanely painful so Michelle is coming up to babysit me which I'm pretty excited about. It's good to be forced to stay down for a day. I'm always on the go and I'm looking forward to today (do you think the kids can stay in bed all day and leave me to this peaceful quiet I'm enjoying right now?).
So . . . a little side note. I don't drink milk - haven't in over 34 years. I'm not a big fan of dairy products - except an occasional bit of cheese here and there. I'm 52 years old and obviously have NO osteoporosis or my foot would have crushed like an old dead twig. Right? Well, I just wanted to throw that out there to all the dairy nazis. "So put THAT in your pipe and smoke it!" (another quote from my mommy).
Monday, November 8, 2010
Today was a good day. I'm so grateful because yesterday was a good, good day too. It was a great day! We had a wonderful day at church and then we had a super spiritual experience later in the afternoon. However, the day ended really awful. Some stuff went down that really killed the high our family had for the day.
But back to today! Yeah, great day. I'm giving a talk in church on Sunday and I actually finished writing it today. Oh, I'm sure I'll take a bit out here and there and probably sneak a bit in somewhere else later but overall, I'm pretty happy with it. I got to talk to BOTH of my sisters - and my daughter. Yee!!
I had a very productive meeting with the principal at Courtney's school today and was very happy to see that immediate action was taken to eradicate (my new word today, evidentally, because I used it in my talk as well, lol) the problem. Courtney is one happy camper this evening and it was such a refreshing sight to see her have some free time to flop on Jacob's bed and watch some cartoon video with him. She even thanked me tonight when I tucked her in for helping her out (like, why didn't you just SAY so in the first place, dear?).
So now it's time to take my weary body to my nocturnal couch and slip into the arms of Morpheus.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
So today I went up there to see what's what. Also, she has offered to help me out with my nutritional needs since I've been to my doctor this week and got the "news" that some things need to change because my body just ain't the 20 year old body that I obviously have thought it always would be. I'm not sick or dying or anythng like that. No, I just have some stuff going on that needs to be addressed.
Enter, Tammie. Tam is now a holistic chef and only uses fresh organic ingredients in her foods. She is a personal chef for a lot of different clients and is busting her buns making her business successful. I'm actually pretty impressed with all of this production of her's. Her clients have a variety of health issues. Some are overweight, some are under doctor's care (ahem, like your's truly here) and some are just plain lazy or hate to cook. Whatever the reason, they get really awesome meals and meal plans from my sister.
I'm hoping that I can help her out with some bookeeping and secretarial (administrative) kind of duties to pay for the help she is offering me. I got to sample some of the soups and various other things that she is making and, I gotta tell you, MAN they are mmm-mmm GOOD! I'm pretty excited to be on a plan that calls for this kind of cuisine!
Suddenly the news from the doc doesn't seem like such doom and gloom. Bring it on! Now, if we could only incorporate the skills of my mommy and my other sister, Gail (the 12 hour sister), into all of this. They run a CSA up there in Washington state. I'm really feeling outnumbered by all of this family talent!!!
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Let me take a step backward to accomodate anyone who reads my blog that is not familiar with my church (although I can't imagine who would be reading this really in the first place other than my mom and my daughters and, oh yeah, my husband). Visiting teaching is a program that our church has for the sisters (women). We are assigned a companion and are assigned approximately three sisters from our ward (congregation) that we visit each month to make sure life is A-OK with them and then also to share a spiritual message with. If and when there is a problem with a sister that you have been assigned you get to do the best you can to help them out or turn to someone who can. Often, we become good friends. It's actually a pretty great program.
Okay, back to your's truly aka ME!!! So my teachers came today. They called last week and made an appointment (imagine that). I haven't had a visit in a year. I have my buddies and my besties and I'm pretty good about leaning on them (and vise versa) when I'm in a bind. Even though these ladies are already friends of mine, I still am pretty difficult about making time for them to come and visit me. I think the drive to my place (1/2 hour from town) coupled with the fact that when I'm home I just want to be in my zone (I don't like phone calls or interuptions) might be the reason for this attitude of mine. I can't really say.
Okay, back to today. They arrived. I'm struggling with a huge family issue right now. It's a pretty big thing and it has me pretty upset and down :( . One of the sisters arrived with a pretty awesome smelling candle (just as a fall gift) that smells AWESOME. The other one made me a green smoothie (a mainstay in my life) that was pretty amazing. We sat and visited in my kitchen and laughed a LOT! It was such a nice treat for me. A nice escape from what's eating at me. When they left, I still had a warm smile on my face.
This afternoon? Life doesn't seem all that bad suddenly. I feel lighter, brighter and more capable of taking on the problems at hand. Maybe I've been missing the boat on this visiting teaching thing all along. Hmmm.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Our coach, Margaret, was really stressed. She was the one in charge of the whole competition this year and therefore our team was not allowed to compete. However, we got to have the coveted spot of performing on Saturday night - the BIG night. Practice Saturday morning was oh so stressful. I even broke down in tears (something I do when things get overwhelming, I guess). After practice I was SURE that our performance was going to be the biggest disaster EVER!
We arrived at the Cow Palace and it was absolutely pouring rain. Like buckets! We were allowed to each take up a stall and bring our horses, tack and gear in. What a relief! Things were tense while we tacked up and went into the practice ring. One member of our team got really delayed in traffic and we thought we were going to have to cancel - she was one of our two lead horses. Margaret was having an absolute meltdown. I felt so bad for her.
So when the time came that we were lined up at the gate ready to go in, the announcer came over the loudspeaker and announced that the San Francisco Giants had just won their division and were headed for the World Series. The crowd went absolutely ape crazy! Some of the horses on our team started to whirl and get very nervous. The crowd was insanely loud.
I was proud of my mare, Ellie. This is her element. This is where she shines. She is a show horse and dang proud of it. (After the performance when Margaret watched the video she said that my horse was absolutely perfect and didn't show any hesitation whatsoever. In fact she said it looked like Ellie was saying, "Yay! I get to lope. Everyone look at me. I'm the pretty pretty princess. I'm the star of the show!" Lol).
When we entered the ring it was like our team suddenly became this focused in-sync (for the most part) group. I am so proud of my team and how we did our coach proud. I'm proud to say that I ride on the Diablo Ladies Drill Team.
Check out our performance. I do, however, have to tell you something funny . . . this was recorded by some women that left our team and, for whatever immature reason I can't imagine, have taken up the hobby of stalking us. They can be heard making crude comments in the background but by the end of our performance, they pretty much are quiet. Hmmm.