I sort of apologize because this is probably one of the most unkind things I could blog about but I just gotta say it! Ladies: CAREFULLY monitor your clothing before heading out the door into public.
Today I'm driving through a neighborhood taking my children to school (25 mph). The sun is coming from the east which is behind me and there is this woman on the right side of the road. She is wearing black lycra workout like pants that are obviously a little small. Her ass is good size (even bigger than mine!) and she is bent over securing her child into a stroller (so now you get that the sun is shining directly upon her bent over body, right?) She is going commando (no underwear) and there is a hole in her pants right where there is a hole in her body - um, yeah! I let out a very distressed yelp and my twins asked if I was okay.
I have been permanently traumatized by this event and have now vowed to join Kirstie Alley in losing all my excess weight so that my yoga pants fit VERY loosely about my buttocks. I really hope that someone who cares for her quietly informed her of her wardrobe mishap.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
The Invitation
Okay, this is an oldie but a goodie . . . back about 10,000,000 years ago when Danielle (now 24) was in kindergarten, she stood up for sharing time and announced to the class that "my family is going to Hawaii for spring break and my parents said that I can bring ten friends. I pick you, and you and you and, oh yeah, you" etc. Later that evening the phone calls started coming in from parents questioning the invitation. Um, yeah, imagine my embarassment . . .
Flash forward to present day and we find that some things just don't change. So last night I was zoning Danielle's feet in my (may I say GORGEOUS?) office when she said to me, "I've been telling all of my friends about this. I have been giving out your flyers for the special (that would be a massage from Nancy and a zone from me for the low price of $60 - steal of the century!) and they are so excited to take advantage.
The calls have been coming in. This time, however, embarassment is replaced by gratitude. Good job, Danielle, on fixing your bad. Thank you.
Flash forward to present day and we find that some things just don't change. So last night I was zoning Danielle's feet in my (may I say GORGEOUS?) office when she said to me, "I've been telling all of my friends about this. I have been giving out your flyers for the special (that would be a massage from Nancy and a zone from me for the low price of $60 - steal of the century!) and they are so excited to take advantage.
The calls have been coming in. This time, however, embarassment is replaced by gratitude. Good job, Danielle, on fixing your bad. Thank you.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
One of THOSE!!
I attended a luncheon today for the local business people in our area that are trying to network (blah, blah, blah) together to help each other out. That's not what my blog was about in case you were ready to tune out. At any rate, I sat next to this nice man that appeared really friendly (I later realized that I wasn't wearing my wedding ring - I usually don't on days I work because I can't wear it while I'm zoning clients - whole different story but it might explain a lot).
Okay, so we all go up and serve our lunch - buffet style - and I come back to sit down with some vegetables and a little salad on my plate. He leans over and says something to the effect of "you forgot to get your main course. The chicken whichamacallit thingybob with gooey grossness smeared all over the pasta (I think he described it different so I might be paraphrasing here)." I (I think politely) said, "Oh I don't eat meat" with my sweetest smile. He then said, "Oh, you're one of THOSE!"
What the hell was that supposed to mean? I mean . . . really? California? 2009? Yeah, I didn't get it either. I live in a home with carnivores and interact with carnivores in every aspect of my vegetarian life and they all seem to accept my culinary choices just fine, thank you very much. So why the attitude?
Well, I turned to my new friend and said, "Yeah, I'm one of those." It was then my turn to stand up and introduce myself, what I do and a little bit about my business (you know, the whole natural healing through zoning feet thing). I think he got the point.
Okay, so we all go up and serve our lunch - buffet style - and I come back to sit down with some vegetables and a little salad on my plate. He leans over and says something to the effect of "you forgot to get your main course. The chicken whichamacallit thingybob with gooey grossness smeared all over the pasta (I think he described it different so I might be paraphrasing here)." I (I think politely) said, "Oh I don't eat meat" with my sweetest smile. He then said, "Oh, you're one of THOSE!"
What the hell was that supposed to mean? I mean . . . really? California? 2009? Yeah, I didn't get it either. I live in a home with carnivores and interact with carnivores in every aspect of my vegetarian life and they all seem to accept my culinary choices just fine, thank you very much. So why the attitude?
Well, I turned to my new friend and said, "Yeah, I'm one of those." It was then my turn to stand up and introduce myself, what I do and a little bit about my business (you know, the whole natural healing through zoning feet thing). I think he got the point.
Monday, May 4, 2009
It's a Miracle!!
Yesterday was fast and testimony meeting at church. Members of our congregation are invited to come up and share their testimonies on the first Sunday of the month. Sometimes it gets boring and, personally, I get kinda tired of watching people cry. It's not my scene.
However, yesterday was a good day. Most of the testimonies were enjoyable to listen to. There was a return missionary, Matt Haskell, that bore his testimony. He spent two years on his mission in Australia and just came home last week. That was a good one. Then there was Mark Berghoff that shared his testimony. He mentioned a little funny when he said that in high school his daughter, Cassidy, had skipped school with Matt and he was furious. But now things have turned around and he invited Matt to go over to BYU and get Cassidy out of class anytime he wanted to spend the day with him. We all laughed. It was cute.
My favorite testimony, however, was my son, Jacob. Yup, that's right! Jacob asked if he could bear his testimony and I, of course, encouraged him. I was a little nervous about what he was going to say. He then walked up to the podium, adjusted the microphone (I think he learned from watching) and said: "I have a lot of bad days at school. Last week I had a lot of good days and it was a miracle! My Mom and Dad were really happy and that is a miracle!"
Now, I'm not saying that Jacob is a "bad" kid because he's not. He is challenged with impulsivity, hyperactivity and with a difficult ability to focus. He is in a special day class at school for children that have behavioral challenges like his. So, yes, it is a miracle that Jacob had a great week. We are so proud of him for his great week as well as his ability to recognize that his Heavenly Father loves him and is there helping him.
Some Sundays are just so much better than others! Oh, and the fact that Mom and Dad were happy wasn't necessarily the miracle . . . in case you didn't know!
However, yesterday was a good day. Most of the testimonies were enjoyable to listen to. There was a return missionary, Matt Haskell, that bore his testimony. He spent two years on his mission in Australia and just came home last week. That was a good one. Then there was Mark Berghoff that shared his testimony. He mentioned a little funny when he said that in high school his daughter, Cassidy, had skipped school with Matt and he was furious. But now things have turned around and he invited Matt to go over to BYU and get Cassidy out of class anytime he wanted to spend the day with him. We all laughed. It was cute.
My favorite testimony, however, was my son, Jacob. Yup, that's right! Jacob asked if he could bear his testimony and I, of course, encouraged him. I was a little nervous about what he was going to say. He then walked up to the podium, adjusted the microphone (I think he learned from watching) and said: "I have a lot of bad days at school. Last week I had a lot of good days and it was a miracle! My Mom and Dad were really happy and that is a miracle!"
Now, I'm not saying that Jacob is a "bad" kid because he's not. He is challenged with impulsivity, hyperactivity and with a difficult ability to focus. He is in a special day class at school for children that have behavioral challenges like his. So, yes, it is a miracle that Jacob had a great week. We are so proud of him for his great week as well as his ability to recognize that his Heavenly Father loves him and is there helping him.
Some Sundays are just so much better than others! Oh, and the fact that Mom and Dad were happy wasn't necessarily the miracle . . . in case you didn't know!
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Happy Fish
Brian started his job at the Happy Fish Swim School. That sounds like a dorky place to work (cuz of the name) but actually he loves his job. He LOVES working with little kids (especially ones with ADHD like him) and he LOVES how much they respect him and look up to him. Some of you who know the struggles that I/we have had with Brian would think that this is a joke (the part about little kids respecting him) but it has actually saved my son and I am so grateful.
Brian, like many teenagers, has made choices that are (how should I say this?) damaging. He hasn't exactly lived up to the expectations that Skip and I have had for him and for all of our children. But, we love him and we have been through all of this before with the girls and Cory so we have just buckled up and prepared for a rocky ride.
This year has been especially rough. We have had some really bad days. I have shed some serious tears and have felt like there was no hope. I went to the temple on a few occasions and poured out my heart in the Celestial Room only to be left with the impression that my Heavenly Father loves Brian so much and that I needed to back off and let Father care for him. I have, pretty much and now the payoff begins.
Brian told me tonight that his party days are over. He tried it, he liked it, he had hella fun doing it, he doesn't regret a minute of it (funny, I can relate to ALL of this!) and now it's time to grow up (yeah, he said this) and get on with his life. He has too many good things going for him to have the reputation as a "stoner". In addition (and this is the kicker) he noticed that his body was going to heck. He was getting flabby and didn't seem to care about his grades, his body or any other part of his self-image (all part of the scene).
Getting this job has brought my boy back. I'm thinking I need to pay THEM for this gift. However, all I can say is this: Welcome back, Bri. We love you and are so happy to have our happy, fun kid back. You are such a ray of sunshine in my life. Oh, and . . . HAPPY FISH ROCKS!!!
Brian, like many teenagers, has made choices that are (how should I say this?) damaging. He hasn't exactly lived up to the expectations that Skip and I have had for him and for all of our children. But, we love him and we have been through all of this before with the girls and Cory so we have just buckled up and prepared for a rocky ride.
This year has been especially rough. We have had some really bad days. I have shed some serious tears and have felt like there was no hope. I went to the temple on a few occasions and poured out my heart in the Celestial Room only to be left with the impression that my Heavenly Father loves Brian so much and that I needed to back off and let Father care for him. I have, pretty much and now the payoff begins.
Brian told me tonight that his party days are over. He tried it, he liked it, he had hella fun doing it, he doesn't regret a minute of it (funny, I can relate to ALL of this!) and now it's time to grow up (yeah, he said this) and get on with his life. He has too many good things going for him to have the reputation as a "stoner". In addition (and this is the kicker) he noticed that his body was going to heck. He was getting flabby and didn't seem to care about his grades, his body or any other part of his self-image (all part of the scene).
Getting this job has brought my boy back. I'm thinking I need to pay THEM for this gift. However, all I can say is this: Welcome back, Bri. We love you and are so happy to have our happy, fun kid back. You are such a ray of sunshine in my life. Oh, and . . . HAPPY FISH ROCKS!!!
Friday, May 1, 2009
It's Raining!
Many of us thought the rains had left us for a season. However, it's simply not true. This next five days is supposed to be all about the rain! I'm just so dog gone happy I could do the , well, the happy dance! Yup, that's right.
Now it kinda sucks because I have to put my horses away while the rains are here. They make a mess of the hills when it's muddy. They are kind of ticked off at me because they have been turned out non-stop for the last three weeks. They are all ancey in their paddocks and giving me "the hoof." Sorry guys.
Other than that, the rain rocks! I grew up in Washington state where there is no shortage of rain and I thought that I hated it. I couldn't wait to move away from that wretched place to sunny California. Now, don't get me wrong, I love California but I sure do enjoy a little of the wet stuff.
So tonight I'm sitting out in my hot tub enjoying the rain splash on my face. I'm alone at home with Jacob who has no interest in joining me so it will be a super duper meditative experience. After that, who knows?!?! I might just take a little stroll just because I can!
Happy May Day everyone! The rains are here and the flowers are blooming! What could be better than this????
Now it kinda sucks because I have to put my horses away while the rains are here. They make a mess of the hills when it's muddy. They are kind of ticked off at me because they have been turned out non-stop for the last three weeks. They are all ancey in their paddocks and giving me "the hoof." Sorry guys.
Other than that, the rain rocks! I grew up in Washington state where there is no shortage of rain and I thought that I hated it. I couldn't wait to move away from that wretched place to sunny California. Now, don't get me wrong, I love California but I sure do enjoy a little of the wet stuff.
So tonight I'm sitting out in my hot tub enjoying the rain splash on my face. I'm alone at home with Jacob who has no interest in joining me so it will be a super duper meditative experience. After that, who knows?!?! I might just take a little stroll just because I can!
Happy May Day everyone! The rains are here and the flowers are blooming! What could be better than this????
Home alone - almost
Tonight is a big night for me! Skip and Robbie are off to Las Vegas to watch some motorcycle thingy bob. Brian is heading up to Healdsburg to see the love of his life (for now) and Courtney is spending the night at Amanda's. Oooooh! It kinda sounds like I'm home alone. Oh wait, I forgot somebody. Jacob!
Okay, so the little guy and I have the house to ourselves tonight. What to do, what to do. Maybe a movie? Maybe the hot tub? Maybe just hang out and play on the computer? It don't make no never mind cuz he's pretty easy. Just give him a deck of Pokemon cards and he's entertained for literally HOURS! So I can do whatever it is my little heart desires.
Oh, except for the part where we are supposed to be bonding. Well, anyone who knows me knows how well I do that kid/mom bonding thing. Yeah. Whatever. Well, one thing I DO know for sure . . . I'm SO NOT COOKING!!! Yup, you heard it. When the cat's away this mouse will play. So Jake and I will be enjoying something pretty plain and simple.
So one might feel sorry for Jacob right about now. Nope. This kid is getting the evening just the way he likes it. Low key, no stress, no expectations and whatever!!!
Okay, so the little guy and I have the house to ourselves tonight. What to do, what to do. Maybe a movie? Maybe the hot tub? Maybe just hang out and play on the computer? It don't make no never mind cuz he's pretty easy. Just give him a deck of Pokemon cards and he's entertained for literally HOURS! So I can do whatever it is my little heart desires.
Oh, except for the part where we are supposed to be bonding. Well, anyone who knows me knows how well I do that kid/mom bonding thing. Yeah. Whatever. Well, one thing I DO know for sure . . . I'm SO NOT COOKING!!! Yup, you heard it. When the cat's away this mouse will play. So Jake and I will be enjoying something pretty plain and simple.
So one might feel sorry for Jacob right about now. Nope. This kid is getting the evening just the way he likes it. Low key, no stress, no expectations and whatever!!!
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