It's been good driving weather the last little while. Last weekend Sean and I went for a little drive up around Rockport, and we stopped in at the Spring Chicken Inn for the Big D special. The Big Salad and fries. It was pretty dang tasty. This weekend we went up to check out the cabin and see how much work there is to be done this spring. Doesn't look too bad. We made it through March! The end is in sight. I never got around to having a March party this year. Maybe an April party instead.
I'm so excited. We're starting the Rasmussen Family Monthly Family Night, starting this month. Yay! I've been wanting to do this for a while now. Should be fun.
Brittney registered for next year. She's taking French class so that when we go on the Amazing Race she'll know some French and I'll know some Spanish. We are gonna kill it! I'm extremely navigation-challenged though, so hopefully Brittney can take charge of that part.
Went to the Democratic caucus meeting last week. The one benefit to being a Democrat in Utah is that if you are interested in getting involved, there is plenty of room for you. So I am, once again, my precinct chair, county delegate, and state delegate. It was pretty tough getting appointed to all of those positions, seeing as how I appointed myself. I wasn't sure I was qualified, but in the end I gave me the benefit of the doubt. We actually have two candidates running in our House District, so that's pretty high excitement.
We worked in the yard today. It was so nice! Sean did most of the work, but I planted some red potatoes and onions. It's an experiment. And another primrose. I planted pansies last week so I could have some color in my yard. Love the pansies and primrose in the spring.
March goals: I pretty much sucked. I'd say I did around 50% overall on all of it. I did try to be a little more social, I did something for people outside my family twice out of the four weeks, I ate more treats than necessary, drank more Pepsi than necessary, and not even sure what the other goals were, if any, so that doesn't bode well.
April goals:
Less treats
Limit Pepsi
Work on extended family relationships
Be more consistent with homework/bed time/reading to kids at night
That should do it.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Family Fun & Other Ramblings
It's been so much fun having Heather here! So sad you had to go home!
Two weeks ago, we all went to Brigham City and stayed overnight just for fun. It was a blast! I loved it. Poor Heather had a crying baby all night, but it was fun to let the kids swim together and just sit and talk that night and the next morning. I love getting out of town, even if it's only a little ways away. I'd love to be able to do that once a month... just take a little road trip somewhere and then stay overnight.
Courtney has my pics of Brigham City and still hasn't uploaded them, and I'm waiting for Heather and/or Wendy to put up pics on their blogs that I can steal. I am terrible about taking pictures.
It's been two years since my dad's death. It still doesn't seem real sometimes. I still think of things that I need to call and tell him or ask him about, and that realization when I remember is yuck. Sean's starting to work on the boat and we're starting to think about getting out on the lake, and I'm so glad that I have those memories and the physical reminder of the boat. It makes me feel close to him.
I was listening to Kenny Chesney's "I Go Back" the other day, and the line "Living life with no sense of time" struck me. I was thinking about being a kid, back when summers felt so long. The month of December stretched an eternity, waiting for Christmas to finally come. The years lasted so long in between birthdays, and you couldn't wait to get older. And then I was thinking that, really, I feel like I've lived my life with no sense of time until just last summer. Last summer I had a whole disturbing shift in perspective, and I haven't quite been able to recover. To set things back to how they used to be. I used to really just enjoy every stage of my kids' lives. I loved having little babies, and then I loved seeing them learn to walk, and then to talk, and then it was fun to see them learn to play and use their imaginations, and then to go off to kindergarten and ride a bike and play soccer, and then to play an instrument or learn karate or start junior high or run track or... I loved each new thing and didn't mourn the phases that had passed. But then last summer, the train went off the tracks. I was totally derailed by the thought of Courntey graduating high school and Josh starting kindergarten. And now... It's like, I can't see things through my old perspective. I can't find the joy. It's been replaced by a constant low-grade fear that underlies everything. It's not that I'm totally unhappy... just scared for what's to come. What if my kids grow up and leave me and life is no fun anymore. That fear paralyzes me for some reason now. I'm hoping that once Courtney graduates and the world doesn't end, I'll be OK. Also, I feel like I'm setting myself up in my head that this summer has to be epic, and if it's not I'm going to be so upset, because there's so little time and you have to pack it all in and have The Most Fun Ever. I've got to get my mind straight and just come what may.
I love my job. I do. Kids are so freaking funny. I got to go up to Weber State for English Quest again this year. I'm always so impressed by what kids are capable of. This is an optional activity, not an assignment, so it's double cool to see them write poetry and create videos and perform Shakespeare scenes and compete in spelling bees just for the fun of it. I was gone a day for that, and then took the next 2 days off because Lexi was sick, and when I came back my kids were like, "Where were you?? Don't leave us again!!" Which is so funny, because when I'm there they are wishing I'd leave. :) One of my boys said, "You can't be gone anymore. I had a hard time without you." And another told me he wrote a poem in his English journal about me being gone. So goofy! These are teenage boys. They are not serious. But it's nice to hear anyway, especially since they are always complaining about everything I make them do when I am there.
I love being on a college campus. It makes me want to be a student all over again. How fun. Maybe in about 5 years I'll be ready...
One more day, and then the weekend! Life is good.
Two weeks ago, we all went to Brigham City and stayed overnight just for fun. It was a blast! I loved it. Poor Heather had a crying baby all night, but it was fun to let the kids swim together and just sit and talk that night and the next morning. I love getting out of town, even if it's only a little ways away. I'd love to be able to do that once a month... just take a little road trip somewhere and then stay overnight.
Courtney has my pics of Brigham City and still hasn't uploaded them, and I'm waiting for Heather and/or Wendy to put up pics on their blogs that I can steal. I am terrible about taking pictures.
It's been two years since my dad's death. It still doesn't seem real sometimes. I still think of things that I need to call and tell him or ask him about, and that realization when I remember is yuck. Sean's starting to work on the boat and we're starting to think about getting out on the lake, and I'm so glad that I have those memories and the physical reminder of the boat. It makes me feel close to him.
I was listening to Kenny Chesney's "I Go Back" the other day, and the line "Living life with no sense of time" struck me. I was thinking about being a kid, back when summers felt so long. The month of December stretched an eternity, waiting for Christmas to finally come. The years lasted so long in between birthdays, and you couldn't wait to get older. And then I was thinking that, really, I feel like I've lived my life with no sense of time until just last summer. Last summer I had a whole disturbing shift in perspective, and I haven't quite been able to recover. To set things back to how they used to be. I used to really just enjoy every stage of my kids' lives. I loved having little babies, and then I loved seeing them learn to walk, and then to talk, and then it was fun to see them learn to play and use their imaginations, and then to go off to kindergarten and ride a bike and play soccer, and then to play an instrument or learn karate or start junior high or run track or... I loved each new thing and didn't mourn the phases that had passed. But then last summer, the train went off the tracks. I was totally derailed by the thought of Courntey graduating high school and Josh starting kindergarten. And now... It's like, I can't see things through my old perspective. I can't find the joy. It's been replaced by a constant low-grade fear that underlies everything. It's not that I'm totally unhappy... just scared for what's to come. What if my kids grow up and leave me and life is no fun anymore. That fear paralyzes me for some reason now. I'm hoping that once Courtney graduates and the world doesn't end, I'll be OK. Also, I feel like I'm setting myself up in my head that this summer has to be epic, and if it's not I'm going to be so upset, because there's so little time and you have to pack it all in and have The Most Fun Ever. I've got to get my mind straight and just come what may.
I love my job. I do. Kids are so freaking funny. I got to go up to Weber State for English Quest again this year. I'm always so impressed by what kids are capable of. This is an optional activity, not an assignment, so it's double cool to see them write poetry and create videos and perform Shakespeare scenes and compete in spelling bees just for the fun of it. I was gone a day for that, and then took the next 2 days off because Lexi was sick, and when I came back my kids were like, "Where were you?? Don't leave us again!!" Which is so funny, because when I'm there they are wishing I'd leave. :) One of my boys said, "You can't be gone anymore. I had a hard time without you." And another told me he wrote a poem in his English journal about me being gone. So goofy! These are teenage boys. They are not serious. But it's nice to hear anyway, especially since they are always complaining about everything I make them do when I am there.
I love being on a college campus. It makes me want to be a student all over again. How fun. Maybe in about 5 years I'll be ready...
One more day, and then the weekend! Life is good.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Embracing the Frumpiness
Oops... I missed a goal in my reporting on last month. It was the one on being quieter. Yah, we probably did about 10% on that one. We are just loud people, and I don't know how to change that. Not sure if I want to even, anymore. Hmmmm....
Heather is in town! Yay! Can't wait to party it up. Pictures forthcoming.
Got my hair cut and colored the other day. Not sure I like how it turned out. I'm OK with the individual parts, but not sure how I feel about the sum total. I'm not sure the color goes with my skin coloring, which, if you don't know, is baby's butt pink. I have vitiligo, so I don't have pigment in most of my skin. Anywayyyyyzzzz, this brings me to another, more interesting (to me) point. I often berate myself because I don't work harder on my appearance. I want to be cuter. I want to be higher-maintenance. So why don't I? I always write it off as a lack of time and money, which is surely a factor. But I think another big part of it is that I don't think it will really help. I spent $85 on a cut and color that I don't really love. I realize this isn't actually expensive... it's pretty average. But it's a lot for me. Even if I shopped for more stylish clothes, I would have a hard time finding anything that fits the way I like. Even when I get my hair done, I don't think it looks great. Make-up... doesn't ever seem to help, in large part because of the aforementioned pigment problem. Lipstick, and most everything else, looks stupid on me. It would be fun to have nails, but not like that's going to turn me from frump to diva. So I think that's why I just really don't try.
Been watching American Idol. Brittney told me yesterday that one of her friends was like... There's 2 hours of AI on Tuesday, and 2 hours on Wednesday, another hour on Thursday... watching American Idol is like having a part-time job! LOL And true.
Today on the way home from school, Lexi was giving me the report on what she thought everyone was doing. Josh, she informed me, was "at the doctor really bad." Apparently, he swallowed Jello. Since I mostly hate Jello, makes sense to me. And Courtney was at the mall, dancing. Lexi wanted us to go to the mall and check on her.
And speaking of checking on her... guess I better go do that. She and her boyfriend are making dinner, and it sounds like it's heading towards a food fight. Off to save my kitchen and my dinner...
Heather is in town! Yay! Can't wait to party it up. Pictures forthcoming.
Got my hair cut and colored the other day. Not sure I like how it turned out. I'm OK with the individual parts, but not sure how I feel about the sum total. I'm not sure the color goes with my skin coloring, which, if you don't know, is baby's butt pink. I have vitiligo, so I don't have pigment in most of my skin. Anywayyyyyzzzz, this brings me to another, more interesting (to me) point. I often berate myself because I don't work harder on my appearance. I want to be cuter. I want to be higher-maintenance. So why don't I? I always write it off as a lack of time and money, which is surely a factor. But I think another big part of it is that I don't think it will really help. I spent $85 on a cut and color that I don't really love. I realize this isn't actually expensive... it's pretty average. But it's a lot for me. Even if I shopped for more stylish clothes, I would have a hard time finding anything that fits the way I like. Even when I get my hair done, I don't think it looks great. Make-up... doesn't ever seem to help, in large part because of the aforementioned pigment problem. Lipstick, and most everything else, looks stupid on me. It would be fun to have nails, but not like that's going to turn me from frump to diva. So I think that's why I just really don't try.
Been watching American Idol. Brittney told me yesterday that one of her friends was like... There's 2 hours of AI on Tuesday, and 2 hours on Wednesday, another hour on Thursday... watching American Idol is like having a part-time job! LOL And true.
Today on the way home from school, Lexi was giving me the report on what she thought everyone was doing. Josh, she informed me, was "at the doctor really bad." Apparently, he swallowed Jello. Since I mostly hate Jello, makes sense to me. And Courtney was at the mall, dancing. Lexi wanted us to go to the mall and check on her.
And speaking of checking on her... guess I better go do that. She and her boyfriend are making dinner, and it sounds like it's heading towards a food fight. Off to save my kitchen and my dinner...
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