19 March 2012

Slow as a Turtle

Quite often, I am slow.

Eventually, I will get it.  Whatever "it" is.  Guess that's why I have eternity.

This particular "it" that I finally got is about Doug and electronics.

He loves them.

He loves me.

One of the ways that he shows love is to get me that electronic gadget that I eyeball.

Now that I understand that?  I will be careful about what I eyeball. 

Now that I understand that?  Things from the past almost 8 years make more sense.

Why, when I drag my feet making a "bigger" purchase, he gets annoyed.  And I get annoyed because here I am thinking...and re-thinking...and re-thinking...and in the meantime, I'm saving him money.

Right?

Wrong.

So when my new toy is delivered this week, I will not feel one iota of guilt.  I will completely enjoy it.

And I will let him know that I enjoy it.

By the way, when my brain figured this out...it sure made it EASY to shut my mouth about his new $50+ mouse.  I mean, we only have a jillion "new-and-improved" mice.  Okay, not a jillion.  I look at the mouse in the cart and I think, "go for it man...you deserve the mouse...enjoy..."

No eye-rolling.  No comments about the last mouse...or the one before that...

I got it.

I get it.

18 March 2012

Sunday Share - Kathlene


Sometimes, you look at those that you count as family and you just feel blessed.

(bare with me here...it's going to take a second to get to today's share)

My dad's oldest sister...man...what a woman.  I dare anyone to find a single person who met her and didn't love that lady.  She was beautiful, inside and out.  She has always been a hero of mine.  She always treated each one of us as an individual (as the 5th of 10 kids, that's a big deal), not just a number.  She paid attention.  AND...she talked softly!  What a concept!

She was just graceful.

And then, as an adult, you start seeing things differently...I only admired her more, but I noticed the way that her husband would tease her.  It was so sweet.

Him?  He's an amazing man also.

Not a hugger.  Didn't express his love for you with mushy words.  But if you paid attention, you saw it.  In so many ways.  The way he'd teach you to "always take the coins" vs. paper bills.  The way he never made you pay for candy or gum from his candy machines.  How he never got tired of showing you magic tricks (how DO they put the needle through the balloon!!!  don't tell me...i like the magic...), I mean, I'd cringe every time that blade would cut the carrot but not his finger!

Just awesome and amazing folks were/are my Uncle Stan and Aunt Audrey.

No finer folk.

Unless...you want to look at their daughter.

Whom I have always looked up to and admired.

She's beautiful...inside and out.

And she's the perfect combination of her parents.

She loves and adores her people.  She'd do anything for her people.

And sass?  Oh...she has sass.  Which I love.

But she's true blue.  And I'm proud to be from the same stock.

She loves her kiddos...but she LOVES her grandbabies.

She calls them her 'perfects'.

So...my dear blog reader...here is what my cousin, Kathlene, wanted to share with you on my blog:

"per-fect

[adj., n. pur-fikt; v. per-pekt]

1.  complete in all respects; without defect or omission; sound; flawless
2.  in a condition of complete excellence, as in skill or quanitity; faultless; most excellent; sometimes used comparatively
3.  completely correct or accurate; exact; precise
4.  without reserve or qualification; pure; utter; sheer; absolute

And to think that I have been blessed with 27 of these.  Welcome to my side of the veil, Eden!!"

17 March 2012

St. Patty's What?

I don't do St. Patrick's Day.

I mean, I live it.  Don't get me wrong.  I'm very much alive as I sit here typing this.  I just don't "do" St. Patrick's Day.

I don't really have anything against it.  And I do have Irish blood in me...of which I'm very proud...

It's out of respect for the younger adult Connie.

It was a bad day for the younger me.

Time heals most wounds.

Time healed that one.

So, I'll have my corned beef and cabbage tomorrow.

Cuz I LOVE that stuff.

In the meantime, you can read an earlier post HERE...cuz it has a little tidbit about one of my cute little girls.

So you read that and I'm going to go shopping with my husband.

He's itching to spend some green.

And Happy St. Patrick's Day to you!!!

16 March 2012

Flashback Friday


Warm Weather - 1992

Kimberly, Tara, Adam, & Tyler

15 March 2012

Movie...Now the Book...

There are quite a lot of movies on my queue that I put in there some time ago and I don't remember why I wanted to watch it.  But, I think to myself:  Self, at some point, there was something that intrigued you...or someone told you to watch it...so go ahead.

Anyway...the other day, I watched a movie while ironing Doug's work shirts

Because watching t.v. or a movie makes the whole process less "painful".

I don't know how long this movie has been on my list, but it came to the top so I watched it.

'The Prize Winner of Defiance, Ohio'


A rather interesting little movie.

It's not a fast-action flick.  It's a story.  A memoir.  An insight to women's roles in marriage and society...at one point.

And I kept thinking of my mom.

Not because my dad was a mean drunk.  Not because she had no voice.  But because a lot of the belief system back then was ingrained in her.

Like, take care of business and put a smile on your face.  No matter the cost.

Seriously...at one point in my first marriage, at a point of extreme distress, I was talking to her over the phone and she told me, "Now is the time that you earn your academy award...put a smile on your face and don't say anything to him."

Umm...well...you mean well, but...I'm gonna say something.

Anyway.  Well-told story.

I'm going to read the book now.

Well, not RIGHT now.  But it's going towards the top of my 'to-read' list.

14 March 2012

Flower Cookies All Over...

A few weeks ago, I was very happy when the ladies in charge of our church activities asked me to make cookies for our upcoming Relief Society Birthday Dinner (which was last night...).  A cookie order?  Heck yeah!  Make a receipt?  Ummm...well...perhaps...I mean, how exactly does one charge the church for cookies?

Fast forward to Tuesday morning around 1:00am...Kim came into the kitchen and I was sitting at my table...just holding one of my decorating bottles upside down.  I imagine it looked like I was not doing well...it being in the early hours of the morning and I'm just sitting there, with a bottle upside down...exhausted and just looking at her...insert chuckle here...she said, "Your hand okay?"

I looked at my hand.

Honestly, at this point, it was not okay.  I felt like it was permanently in that position...good thing the bottle fit the cramp.  This would be what I dumped in the sink an hour later...this would be why my hand is still screaming at me...


Seven colors...what was I thinking?

Left them to dry overnight...





Thought I'd get them all "bagged and tagged" in under two hours.  Sometimes, I underestimate things.

Mid-afternoon, I'm cutting and bone folding my tags when I get a phone call...there's been a last minute cancellation for one of the presenters...as the president (yeah...i'm a few days into my new calling as r.s. president...feel free to take a moment to take that in, i thought for sure i was safe from that calling...), did I want to do that or did I have someone in mind?  Ah heck...I'll do it...as I look at the clock...

Mod podge a few ideas together...it'll have to do...

Get my folded tags and stapler to my bagged cookies and...HAPPINESS!!!  I'm just happy with how they turned out.  Even though I got the theme wrong.  It was 'NEW ATTITUDE'...not 'GOOD ATTITUDE'.

My bad.

Luckily, the ladies in charge were very nice and said it was fine.  Here's a front and back view.



And then...the final project.  Four dozen cookies, bagged and tagged in a brown baker's box.


I could go crazy and notice and not let go of mistakes...or rather, imperfections, but...whatever.  I'm learning to let go.  

There was a good turn out, the food was good, conversations were fun...I didn't leave emotionally exhausted (which i usually do...after pretending to not be shy for hours...leaves one worn out).  Didn't get around to every lady, but I'm at the beginning of my learning curve.  It was just a good evening.

11 March 2012

Sunday Share - Jaycey

Today's share comes to us via my youngest daughter, Jaycey.

Ever watched 'Over the Hedge'?


Yeah...there are rumors in our circles that Hammy may have been based on Jaycey.

Technically, we ought not to have gotten her...I'm glad that God doesn't run on technicalities.

She's my shadow...and I do miss her.

And now I'll let her words do her speaking for her...Miss Jaycey:

"My Big Sisters

My sisters and I are very close, in age and in relationship.  Brittany is 3 years and 3 days older than me and Kim is between us.  I'm sure that was nice for my mom in some ways, but not so nice in other ways.  Having three little kiddos to entertain each other must have been nice.  While on the other hand, having to bathe three kiddos and get them all to bed must have been a headache.

I can only imagine how nervous my mom was about our teenage years.  Teenage girls are emotional, teenage siblings usually fight a lot.  I'd like to think my mom got lucky with us.  We are siblings so of course we bickered, but I don't think we ever really fought.  We went through a lot together..for example: multiple marriages, lots of new schools and houses.  The entire time we had to stick together.  We were, and still are, the only ones who understand what we go through.  We had to build something strong with each other or life would have been a lot harder.  I wouldn't trade those hardships for the world because without them, I wouldn't have my strong relationships with my older sisters.

Brittany and I were a team from the very beginning.  She was the super cool old sister and I was the baby.  We would play games, have photo shoots, and cause all sort of mischief.  I wanted to follow every footstep she took and she would always let me.  I appreciate that she never made me feel stupid or little.  She was always there to stand up for me when bad guys were around and she helped me love school.  She was my closest friend from birth until she left for college.

At that point she and I were still close, but we were in different states and that's when I developed a relationship with my very best friend in the whole world.  Kim and I never disliked each other, we just weren't very close until after Brit was gone.  While Brit was home, we still lived in Utah.  We were around a lot of people and we honestly didn't know each other very well.  Right before my sophomore year of high school, our family moved to Wyoming.  Brit was in college, so she stayed in Utah.

Kim and I were stuck in this terrible, windy, frozen dust-town in the middle of nowhere.  So we joined forces.  Don't get me wrong, Wyoming isn't all bad, there are good people and good things there, but as teenagers used to our home in Utah, Kim and I were not happy campers.  We decided to weather the Wyoming storm together.  That was the best decision I ever made.  Although Kim and I are different in many ways, I was surprised to find out how much we had in common.  It's amazing how you can live with someone for 15 years before getting to know them.

It eventually got to the point where Kim and I could basically read each other's minds.  One of us could walk in the room and the other would know why she was in there.  We cream our competitors when playing things like pictionary and charades.  We shared wardrobes, jewelry and secrets.  To this day I don't think there's anyone who knows more about me than Kim.  She is sweet, trustworthy and just a good person.

Then came Kim's senior year.  That was just too sad for me.  She moved out and I was alone at home.  I love my parents so much and I was delighted to have all their attention but I missed my sisters.  I just wanted to spend time with them again.  My senior year, all I wanted was to get out of Wyoming and be near to my sisters.

Finally, June 2010.  I was out of high school and out of Wyoming.  I was living less than a mile from Brit and two freeway exits from Kim.  I was the happiest of all clams.  I got to be close to my sisters again and that was such a delight!  Kim and I had sleepovers every Saturday and sometimes other nights as well.  Brit and I had iPods we could communicate with and I could see her face all the time.  Oh happy day!

The two of them moved away from me, not by much, but I started seeing them less.  Kim was renting a room in a house in our old neighborhood.  She had the master bedroom right next to her and was trying to convince me to leave my rent-free living and move into the big room with her.  I thought about it and eventually decided to do it!  Too bad for Kim, she was working when I made this decision so she missed her opportunity.  I called Brit and we made arrangements with the landlord to move in the following month!  It went so quickly but I am thrilled that we did it.

Kim has moved back to Wyoming, and as much as I miss her, I know it's doing good for her.  Brit and I are still here and happy as hamsters.  I'm so lucky to have my big sisters because they are my best friends.  Kim's room is still empty so hopefully she will move back where she belongs."