Saturday, December 26, 2009
I have family and friends. They may not be nearby and they may not even be talking to me but I have them and they have me and no matter what, I am not alone.
I can read. I may not always read to learn but I read fiction for the fun of it and humor for the laughs, and I can read to my children. Nothing beats the smile on their faces when I read a book well.
I can relate. I am aware. I empathize. I observe. I interact. I accept. I care.
Friday, December 25, 2009
It started with me setting up farolitos (a New Mexico tradition) for the first time in Colorado. We used to call them luminarias but that is apparently not what they are called so take your pick. I will no doubt always call them luminarias. Anyway... I had enough supplies to do about 4 dozen. I didn't use the traditional brown bag but some printed bags with Christmas trees on them. They turned out prettier than I thought they would. I kinda thought they'd be tacky.
After lighting the farolitos we got in the car and went to see the biggest display in the county.
Here is everyone's favorite part of it. Double decker trains. Click on the video link if you're interested in seeing the whole thing. Kinda fun to hear the kids' reactions. It is a driving tour of sorts. We went through three times. All I can say is how would you like to be that guy's neighbor?
We continued to drive around looking at lessor light displays that were beautiful in their own right. Then we came home, ate brownies and marshmallows, watched Polar Express, and went to bed. Well... the kids did. Rob and I stayed up another few hours getting everything out and wrapped. It was a nice time for us to be alone in the quiet of the house. We went to bed tired but it was worth the end result.
Kit Kat and Lola (not pictured) helped...
The kids got many things they love this year but their favorites are hands-down the Dance Cam and the wind-up train. Thank you Grandma and Grandpa respectively.
I'll leave you with a chorus of noise. No, I do not regret getting these. This turned out to be MY favorite part of our day.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Here are some of my favorites:
A horse walks into a bar and orders a drink. The bartender says, "Why the long face?"
This guy gives up his whole life to climb a mountain in search of a guru who can tell him the meaning of life. He reaches the cave and sees the guru and asks, "Oh great and wise guru, I have traveled thousands of miles and climbed many mountains to find you. Please tell me, what is the meaning of life?" The guru scratches his beard, thinking, then says, "Life? Life is a fountain." The guy exclaims, "That's it? I gave up my whole life, traveled thousands of miles, climbed many mountains to find you to ask you the meaning of life, and all you have to say is, "Life is a fountain"? And the guru says, "What? Life's not a fountain?"
Scene from Night at the Opera starring the Marx Brothers:
(After much revision of the contract...)
Fiorello (Chico): Hey, wait, wait. What does this say here, this thing here?
Driftwood (Groucho): Oh, that? Oh, that's the usual clause that's in every contract. That just says, uh, it says, uh, if any of the parties participating in this contract are shown not to be in their right mind, the entire agreement is automatically nullified.
Fiorello: Well, I don't know...
Driftwood: It's all right. That's, that's in every contract. That's, that's what they call a sanity clause.
Fiorello: Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! You can't fool me. There ain't no Sanity Clause!
And my all-time favorite:
Ernie: (Loudly) What was that, Bert?
Bert: I said, you have a banana in your ear, Ernie.
Bananas are food, they are to eat, but not to put in your ear, Ernie.
Ernie: (Very loud) Whaddya say, Bert?
Bert: (Yelling) WILL YOU JUST TAKE THAT BANANA OUTTA YOUR EAR!
Ernie: (Yelling back) I’M SORRY, BERT, BUT YOU’LL HAVE TO SPEAK A LITTLE LOUDER!
I CAN’T HEAR YOU! I HAVE A BANANA IN MY EAR! (whole transcript)
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
I also have a group of friends I don't know what I would do without. You all know who you are, mommas. ♥
The other friends I have are all worth their own blog entries, too, but for now I will just say I have been blessed 100 times over. Thank you, friends.
Friday, December 18, 2009
I am grateful for Walmart and all its shoppers because my local stores are empty and quiet while I shop in them instead.
I am grateful for the beautiful solid wood table my ILs gifted us when we bought our house because otherwise my children would have nothing to spill their drinks on or scrape with their little toys.
I am grateful for all the crumbs that gather on my carpet daily otherwise I would have nothing to vacuum with my fancy Dyson.
I am grateful for so many friends with cellphones they can't afford to use so I don't have to hear my land line ringing incessantly with people who call just to say hello.
I am grateful for health insurance that affords me a visit to the doctor's office where I can catch any number of viruses I didn't already have going in.
I am grateful for the higher postal rates as now I have an impressive stack of used boxes I don't have to part with.
I am grateful for getting foreign change at the market so instead of being able to spend it my kids can see what a Canadian dime looks like.
I am grateful for sarcasm for how else could I get my cynical points across in a thread about gratitude?
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
~ Albert Schweitzer
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Mahalo to the urchin
Mahalo to the sea
Mahalo to the skies above
Mahalo to you and me
Sing mahalo, mahalo
Mahalo for everything
Mahalo that means thank you
Mahalo, mahalo, mahalo
Mahalo for the air I breathe
Mahalo for my dad and my mom
My sisters and my brothers
And my good friends
Mahalo for sharing my song
Sing mahalo, mahalo
Mahalo for everything
Mahalo that means thank you
Mahalo, mahalo, mahalo
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Wasteland?! I think you mean Wonderland!
A two hour delay gave us time to bundle up for real and go out in the snow this morning.
We were happy to frolic for awhile but the chickens had other plans.
This is our dead tree yard art decorated for the season.
The birdhouse in the giraffe tree.
Rhetta insisted I build a snowman for her.
They were both very proud of it. LOL
Winter snow, stunning and serene.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Tonight was her recital. She was so excited when I told her Friday night that she went straight to bed and woke up the next morning insisting it was Sunday. She was ready this morning 5 hours early.
She had to wear make-up all over her face which I did not know beforehand so she did not know beforehand. Never had anything on her face. I was sure this would be a sensory issue.
So far, so good!
Got a little itchy after an hour waiting for their turn.
Willon being so cute in his seat after running Rob around nearly the entire show through intermission and another two classes before Rhetta came on. He hides his guilt well, don't you think?
You can pretend you know which one is her if you want to, it's okay. If you look closely in the video, though, she is the one with her hair in her face. Seated at first on the floor in the group on the left. She is foremost on the right of that bunch in a lavender kimono. When they hop up and move across the stage in a line she is out front. (No matter where she started in practice she would jet to the front so they seated her so she could be in front.) That however put her in the back row all the way to the right for the remainder of the routine. She did surprisingly well! Much better than she demonstrated in class. More proof that when other people think she's not paying any attention they just don't know her very well.
Okay, I guess you gotta squint and probably just had to be there, but here it is:
Thursday, December 3, 2009
When Rob and I reconnected in 1999 we planned a trip out west for the Christmas holiday and he came to pick me up in the Suburban which we then took to CA to visit his folks. His dad took one look at it and started calling it the Subdivision as it seemed to cover acreage instead of a single parking space. We didn't care. We loved it. We could road trip in it, camp out in it, and even live in it.
That's right. We lived in the Suburban. But not just lived in it. We lived in it, at a trailhead, in the deep snow of winter, at 9,200 ft. above sea level. You see, when we decided we could not live another without each other I packed up my little truck and moved to Colorado. Not prepared to buy a home yet we worked by day and slept in the Suburban by night. My new CO license even read "Trailhead at I-70 and Highway 9, Silverthorne, CO." For three months we drove into our little nest through feet after feet of fresh snow. It was cozy, mostly very warm, and downright romantic.
Later we took it to Grand Canyon to get married, then on our honeymoon to the Oregon Coast, and home again. It moved with us to Morro Bay, CA and back again after Rhetta was born. It stranded us and left us with an empty bank account more than once. I called it the Money Pit but Rob was very attached to it so when it needed a new radiator or new tires or a new engine, that's what it got.
Sometime after we settled into our home here it started to cost too much money in gas to take it to work and back every day. Then the transmission started to go out yet again. We opted to accept an economy car from Rob's folks as a gift and park the Suburban until we could afford to fix it. The house needed a new roof after all and we couldn't even afford that. And so it sat.
Until today. Today we donated it to the NPR Vehicle Donation Program. They can fix it and sell it and someone somewhere will get some use out of it, we hope. Perhaps it will go for scrap, we don't know.
To be honest I have wanted to get rid of that thing for years. Sheesh, it's just an old truck. But I'm sentimental. Today I shed a tear when I had to say goodbye.