Pandy is My Real Name

Out of the Mouths of Babes

2010-04-17T20:55:00.000-07:00

I don't feel in the least embarrassed or sad that haven't kept up on my blog. I live in the real world and that world doesn't have even a smidge of extra time in it right now. However, I do miss keeping up on the reading of my favorite blogs. I'm optimistic that summer will bring sunshine, vacations, and extra time.

Of course, it would be Bailey who is the subject of my first...and probably only...post for awhile. I have to share some of her outrageous language to document just what can come out of her little 2-year-old mouth. So, here's a list of some of her latest:

1. She got in trouble (not an unusual thing for her) the other day and was put in her room. She called out, "Mom....MOM.....MOM!!!" for a minute or so. When Kelly didn't answer, she said, "Fine! I go shopping with Melly (Lindsay)!!"

2. Kelly and Lindsay got her ice-cream tonight, which she enhaled. When she got home, she started hitting up PaPa (Mark) for his ice-cream. He said, "Ok, just one bite." She answered, "Two bites, Papa!" When he came back with, "Only one", she said, "Just a tiny one??????"

3. I bought her a "Princess Dress" in New York. When I gave it to her, she immediately had to put it on. Then she slapped her hands on her cheeks and said,"Oh my goodness!! It's adorable!"

4. Every night when she gets ready for bed, I ask her, "What does Nanna love about you?". Her reply (and I'm not kidding) is, "My mitochondria!" (I use to tell her I loved all of her cells, including her mitochrondria).

5. She was begging for attention the other night. When she was ignored (for only a minute, mind you) she said, "Fine! I'll just go to sleep!" Then, proceeded to flop herself down on the sofa.

6. This was our conversation at bathtime last night:

Me: What are you doing with your shovel, Bailey?
Bailey: I'm making birthday cake. (She was "mixing" the water.)
Me: What kind of cake are you making? Chocolate or vanilla?
Bailey: It's "trawberry".
Me: What will be on top your cake?
Bailey: Mater(Cars)and presents
Me: What kind of presents do you want?
Bailey: Princess dresses and toys
Then she picked up her doll and started washing it.
Bailey: I wash da baby's ears, eyes, mouth and bum-bum.

7. She is OBSESSED with shoes. Last week Kelly was in Limited trying on some shirts. In the dressing room next to her was a lady with red, patent leather spiked heels. Bailey looked under the door and said, "Shoes.....I try em on!!"

8. At dinner the other night she told Papa, "I need money....in my hand."

9. Every morning she climbs into bed with me and says,"Under the cover, Nana. Read me a book."

10. Tonight I was finishing up some preparation on a salad and didn't hear the call for prayer. Bailey, ever-so-sweetly, said, "Nana, it's prayer. Fold arms."

As you can tell, she keeps us in stitches. I ordered a girl...and boy did I get one. She insists on wearing bows, high heels, and a tutu or princess dress every day. She attended her first dance class on Tuesday. She's only two and the class is for 2 1/2year-olds, but she was a star. As we left, she cried out, "Nooooo...don't want to go. I'm a princess/ballerina!!!" Finally, I got a girly-girl and I'm loving every minute of it.

A Tale (Tail) to Remember

2009-09-17T09:22:00.000-07:00

Everyday we get a call, or two, from Lindsay with some outrageous story. Most are about her interesting customers, but some are random sightings. Yesterday's story may have topped them all.

Kelly got the first call. I would love to have been in on that one. So here's the story, paraphrased. Lindsay stopped at AM/PM for a nutritious dinner of Doritos and sour cream on her way home from work. She notices an extremely thin girl looking at the beverage cooler. Her thinness caught Lindsay's eye first, but when she bent over she got the shock of her life. The girl had a tail! Yes, a real tail coming out the top of her jeans. Lindsay, being the cool chick she is, almost started heaving. But, she couldn't stop staring. As luck would have it, she got behind Lindsay at the checkout counter. Lindsay hadn't had quite enough, so she invited the girl to go ahead of her so she could check it out again. Yep, there is was! She almost broke her neck getting to the car so she could call Kelly. Her only regret was that she had left her phone in the car....so we have no photo.

Just another day in Warnerville. We'll store it right beside the story of Kelly seeing a goat in a car in the Nordstrom's parking lot. And life goes on.

Photo posted by Kelly. I refused to be a part of it.

What I Learned (and Learned Again) This Summer

2009-08-28T20:04:00.000-07:00

1. I'm a terrible blogger.

2. I never do the projects I plan to do in the summer.

3. The beach always sounds nicer than it is.

4. Babies take up lots of room.

5. There's nothing nicer than waking up every morning to the sweet sound of
Bailey saying, "Hi, Nanna!"

6. Kelly and I are addicted to Bannagrams.

7. Saturday lunch at Cafe Coyote in Old Town with the fam is a tradition worth
keeping - except we need Lindsay there....she works every Saturday.

8. I won't die if my house isn't clean.

9. A groomed yard without toys is overrated.

10. Everything tastes better when eaten on a patio.

11. Grilled anything tastes better.

12. It is possible for two families to live together and not kill each other.

13. No matter how many times I tell myself I'll work out in the summer, I never do.
Too hot!!

14. Flowers in my yard make me happy.

15. I still consider Pat Conroy my favorite author.

16. Summer TV is a joke.

17. No problem, Bailey. I don't need 8 dinner plates. 7 will work fine.

18. Nothing lights up a home like a child's laughter.

19. I haven't forgotten the moves to Hokey Pokey or The Ants Go Marching One by One.

20. There's a reason 56 year-olds don't have babies.

21. I never imagined I'd have a 17 month-old grandaughter who smacks her booty and
says, "What??? What???" Thanks Kelly and Lindz.

22. I always look forward to returning to teaching in the Fall.

23. I start looking forward to Halloween in July

24. Playing Ping-Pong with the family is a great way to spend summer afternoons.

25. MY HOUSE IS TOO SMALL!!!!

Randomisms

2009-08-03T20:18:00.000-07:00

My brain has been cooked by Summer, so connecting thoughts and paragraphs is way beyond my capacity. The following are some very random half-thoughts I've glimpsed as they've flown in one ear and out the other. Dare not try to make sense of them.

Random Thought #1: What happened to quality???

Several months ago Lindsay mentioned that while shopping at DI with her friend, Nick, she discovered a piece of vintage luggage. She loved it, but Nick laughed at her, so she didn't get it. She later found out that he went back and bought it himself (little sneak). Anyway that got my wheels turning because I happen to have an old set of Samsonite luggage that I received when I graduated high school. Don't count....it was a long time ago. I thought it would make a great birthday present for her July 17th birthday, so I had it cleaned up and gave it to her. I think she really liked it. The photo below shows what it looked like in 1971. My thought is that I can't think of another thing I've owned that long. After all those years that Samsonite still looks pretty good. The inside isn't torn and all the locks work. To compare, the luggage I bought about five years ago looks like Jane Goodall shared it with her apes. It seems that everything I buy today has to be replaced often. Washing machines don't last very long. Furniture wears out more quickly. Even purses and clothes are short-lived. Is it just me or does anyone else miss quality?

Random Thought #2: I made it too easy for my kids, but I got lucky.

I was the only girl and oldest child in my family. Because of that revered position, I did lots of babysitting and lots of housework. I've wondered if my childhood wasn't cut a bit short by all the responsibility I was given. When I had kids of my own, I promised myself that I wouldn't overdo the chores. I didn't. As a matter of fact, I may have overshot my plan. They all had to clean their rooms and help with dishes and trash, but I don't remember them doing yard work or cleaning out the garage or scrubbing bathrooms. I've worried about this. But, somehow they all turned out to be fairly responsible and capable of taking care of themselves and functioning in the world. I think there's a fine line between too much and too little. Childhood is a precious time that cannot be relived so I don't believe there should be too much adult-like responsibility. And, I believe it is in the home that children are taught to be responsible. Hummmmmmm. I think I just got lucky.

Random Thought #3: Never Give Up

I have been the only active member of the church in my family for most of my life. My two brothers were baptized, but were never really involved. My oldest brother, Rick, will turn 50 soon and my younger brother, Rob, is 42. Several months ago Rick had a heart attack and was forced to spend quite a bit of time at home recuperating. As many do when they come face to face with mortality, he started evaluating his life. That led him to read the Book of Mormon. That led to the Doctrine and Covenants and Pearl of Great Price. Soon, he had read them all including the Old and New Testaments, The Miracle of Forgiveness and Jesus the Christ. Now he's reading the BOM for the second or third time and he's half-way through the biography of President Ezra T. Benson. His conversion is far too personal for me to share, but I can say that angels have intervened. He has experienced miracles and I have had years of prayers answered. I'm glad I never gave up.

Final Random Thought: A weekend with the "girls" is just what the doctor ordered.

I've always had good friends. It's a great blessing....and it saves a lot of time on a psychiatrist's couch. Husbands are great, but women need women in their lives. A few days aways with a bunch of crazy women can cure about anything that ails you. It's the best, least expensive therapy I know.

Such was the case last week. Three of my friends and I left right after church and headed to Newport Beach for a couple days. Equipped with games, Diet Coke, a navigator, and a great driver, we managed to crawl our way to Orange County in about 4 hours. Thanks to the son of my friend, Christina, we stayed in connecting suites at the Marriott for $59 a night! We ate, went to Crystal Cove (a must), played games, went to Balboa Island, ate, went to Fashion Island, ate, played games, and laughed like a bunch of fools. It was just what the doctor ordered and plans are in the making for our next adventure. Thanks, Girlfriends!!!!

Bailey Goes to Utah

2009-07-11T16:26:00.001-07:00

Last week Kelly and I took Bailey to Utah to visit Grandma and Grandpa Warner and to attend Angel Sadie's viewing. It's one of the first trips to Utah that did not end in someone being sick - ooops - that's not right. Bailey got an ear infection two days after we got home. Anyway, the weather was great. There were a couple great thunder storms (which I crave) and all our visits were great. We indulged twice in a Caramel Cashew Concrete. I'm so happy we don't have those here. They are truly the treat of the gods.

Here's how Bailey fared in Utah.

Finding some serious TP entertainment five minutes after entering hotel room

Taking a foot bath - a daily routine!

A princess poses on her throne.

Taking a dip into the icy water at Sugarhouse Park

Hanging around at the park

Lunch at Training Table with Balmforth cousins, Jaxson and Lydia

Cousin Ryan and Bailey - two of the cutest kids ever!

Seriously taking notes on Ryan's escape techniques!!

So happy to see Grandma and Grandpa Warner! Bailey, showing off her goofy grin.

Bailey - still with goofy grin - loving Nanna's lap.

Looking a little shy on handsome Grandpa's lap.

Getting a love from Grandma.

Playing Grandma's piano. Goofy grin alive and well.

Such visits really make us miss our family in Utah. The invite is always open for visits to San Diego. Please come!!

A Prayer for the Huish Family

2009-06-24T22:55:00.000-07:00

We just received word that our sweet little friend, Sadie Huish, is in her last hours. She has fought long and hard and is now ready to go Home. We love you, Sadie, and will miss you terribly.

Please remember Sadie, her parents, Zach and Tiffany, and her little sisters, Sam and Olivia, in your prayers.

For more information about Sadie and to learn about DIPG log on to her blog at sadiehuish@blogspot.com.

We will never forget you, Sadie.

Note: Precious little Sadie passed away at 7:11 am Thursday morning. She went peacefully in the arms of her loving parents. Our hearts are broken.

Check It Out

2009-06-24T09:36:00.000-07:00

I rarely recommend movies, but I couldn't resist this time. My friend Shelley and I saw The Proposal yesterday and loved it. It's a little more than your typical chick-flick (I am not knocking chick-flicks) and I laughed hysterically at some scenes.

Combined with popcorn and a Diet Coke (no Pepsi at my theater) it was a great afternoon escape. I highly recommend such diversions.

Lady Bai

2009-06-18T19:53:00.000-07:00

Kelly and I decided to take some pictures of Bailey today and we were shocked to realize how grown-up she looks. It's really hard to do a post on your grandaughter and not be absolutely obnoxious - so I'm not going to worry about it. I'm perfectly okay with being obnoxious. I waited a long time for a grandchild and I intend to finally take full advantage of the perks.

Bailey will be 15 months old on Saturday. I still pinch myself when I see her - she's almost too good to be true. When a rare day goes by that I don't see her I physically ache to hold her and get those sloppy kisses and hugs. There's a small, low window by our front door that is just the right size for Bailey to reach. Her routine is to put her face up to the window and wait for Nannas to open the door. The minute she sees me she screams with excitement. Can't get better than that.

Bailey is definitely her mother's child. She never walks. She runs...and climbs, and tries very hard to jump. She is never still. Never has a child been so excited to land on this planet. Her curiosity is insatiable and she greets every day with genuine anticipation for her next discovery. Seeing the world through her eyes has given me new perspective. Rocks and leaves and water and lizards are a little more interesting. It's a wonderful gift to witness the beauty of discovery.

Here are some facts you may not know about Bailey.

1. She's such a girl. She loves shoes and jewelry. Yesterday at Nordstrom Aunt
Lindsay put a necklace around her neck. She promptly walked over to a mirror,
smiled, and patted her hair. Three women said, "She is adorable and she knows
it, doesn't she?". Can't argue with that

2. She's a girl who knows what she wants - and she's quite vocal when she doesn't
get it. If yelling doesn't work, she falls back on her stand-by - bite anything
and anyone. Very cute.

3. She's been using sign language since she was about 8 months old. She knows about
15 signs. We mostly see "more" and "please" - even when she doesn't know what
she wants! Kelly says she wakes up every morning and, with her eyes barely open,
signs "MORE!"

4. She gives the greatest kisses in the world. But, Jon gets a head butt.

5. Her language includes lots of vowels, but almost no consonants. She can give the
sounds of most animals, but insists that the cow says, "BAAAA". Who am I to
argue?

6. She loves books. She'll pick out a book, back up until she's snuggled in my
lap, lean against my chest, and turn the pages until she's "read" the book. The
whole process takes about 2 minutes, but is repeated several times.

7. She loves to be outside. When I go to her house, she grabs my finger and walks
me to the door. At my house, she's outside most of the time, usually playing
in the fountain until her fingers freeze.

8. Her favorite thing to do is drive my car. She knows how to find the nob for the wipers (and window wash), how to open the door, how to move the seat up and back, how to flip the seat warmers on, and how to turn on the signal. What she doesn't know is that she can't "drive" two hours a day.

9. Her favorite foods are spaghetti, mac and cheese, any juice, ice-cream, Nillas,
fruit, and french fries. Sounds kinda like my diet.

10. I could stare at her all day. There's finally someone in my family who can
live up to my Irish roots. She's very fair, has big brown eyes, and red hair - and a great-great grandmother named McAllister. She's absolutely the most
beautiful thing I've ever seen. We're never going to let her see a bottle of
beer.

11. I've never seen such a light sleeper. Circulating air wakes her up. I remember
my kids sleeping in the car, on the stairs, on the sofa, and about anywhere else.
Bailey only sleeps when the Earth stops spinning.

12. She loves escalators, but mostly the down part. I think she likes the people at
the bottom saying, "Look how cute!".

13. She likes to push, pull, and haul. We're quite sure she could challenge Baby
Huey. Once, she walked through the house carrying both of Dave's five-pound
weights. No kidding.

14. She loves Lindsay, but we figured out it's because Lindsay does her make-up.

15. Everywhere she goes people stop and talk to her. She, however, will not be
bothered with the serfs. This breaks Kelly's heart.

16. Kelly always wanted a cuddly, social child. She got a kid who doesn't liked to
be touched and only likes HER people.

17. Bailey believes that anything that looks like hers, is hers. And, she doesn't
hesitate to reclaim it.

18. She thinks she's a grown-up. Strollers are for her to push and high chairs are
for babies. She prefers a big person chair.

19. Her laugh is pure music...and she laughs constantly.

20. She loves the Black-Eyed Peas and chimes in with "Boom Boom Boom" when she hears
"Boom Boom Pow".

21. She does lunges every morning with Kelly. Her thighs have definition.

22. When Kelly tells her it's time to get dressed, she runs to her dresser to pick
out her outfit, then she chooses her shoes. When she's completely dressed she
checks herself out in the mirror.

23. She watches Handy Manny every morning. She actually brings the remote to Kelly.

24. She's intrigued by other children. I think she thinks they're dogs. She treats
them just like she does Oakley.

25. She's the closest thing to perfect I've ever seen.

Submitted by a truly obnoxious, totally smitten Nanna.

Fancy Dancin'

2009-06-14T22:12:00.000-07:00

Please tell me there are some So You Think You Can Dance followers out there! I'm addicted already and I think this season might be the best ever. If you're not watching, you should. Holler back if you're a fan!

Just a Little Jealous

2009-06-14T21:41:00.001-07:00

Lindsay has had an exciting couple of weeks. First, she was forced, at her doctor's request, to move from her apartment. Seems Lindsay and mold don't get along. That left her with less than two weeks to find another apartment and/or a roommate. Then, on Friday her Nordstrom's store manager told her there was a assistant manager's job opening at Fashion Valley in the jewelry department AND asked if she was interested. It's the opportunity she's been waiting for, so she didn't hesitate for a minute. With no interview or forewarning, she got a call on the next Friday from her current manager telling her that she had been offered the job. So, on Monday she became assistant manager of the fourth largest jewelry department in the Nordstrom's chain. She gets to tell people what to do, so she loves it.

Still, there was the apartment issue. She spent hours on the internet and we spent hours looking, but not much was happening. The places I would let her live in she couldn't afford. Rent here is ridiculous!!! Finally, last week Jon recommended a place near him in Mission Valley. We both loved it the minute we saw it. It doesn't look like an apartment complex, it looks like a resort. She got a one bedroom with a balcony and it's perfect for her.

I'm happy for her, but I couldn't help but think of the first apartment Mark and I had in Provo. It was probably about 500 square feet and had one bedroom, a living area, and a kitchen in a hallway. We used a card table and decorated with plywood and cinder blocks. We thought we were in heaven.

Lindsay's apartment complex has two pools, a hot tub, two gyms, a clubhouse, a grocery store, a spa, a couple of restaurants, a technology center, and a partridge in a pear tree. They provide cooking classes twice a week, an outdoor movie every Saturday night, a nutritionist, and every kind of workout class you can imagine. Her apartment is decorated to the hilt with furniture she bought a few years ago. Her balcony faces a courtyard with soothing fountains and tropical vegetation that could rival any resort I've ever seen.

I'm waiting for her to leave town so I can stay in her apartment. It's much nicer than my house.

Yes, I'm just a little jealous.

Take a Look at a Good Book

2009-06-08T22:52:00.001-07:00

I few days ago I had a couple of hours to spare. That's a rare thing for me, so I took advantage of the situation and headed straight to Barnes and Noble. I meandered around the shelves for awhile, but wasn't desperate since I have a stack of 8 books on my dresser just waiting for me - a truly delicious state of being by the way.

After 10 minutes or so I headed to my ultimate destination and that, of course, was the children's section. I love children's books and have a rather admirable collection of well over 100 of my favorites. For several years, at Grossmont College, I taught a Language and Literature class and cultivated my love of children's books into a healthy obsession. Whenever I travel I bring two things home - one is a Christmas ornament and the other is a children's book. Every Christmas since the kids were very young I have selected and read a Christmas book to the family on Christmas Eve. It's one of our favorite traditions. Now that the kids are grown, I have had fewer opportunities to research new favorites. That was, of course, before Bailey was born. Now I have every excuse to return to my favorite obsession. That's how I ended up spending an hour reading children's books at Barnes and Noble.

There are good children's books and not so good. One thing I've learned, however, is that what I consider wonderful is not always in sync with kids. For example, Kelly loved Make Way for Ducklings. I found the illustrations boring and the story uneventful. Four-year-old Kelly would spend hours looking at the pictures and worrying about the baby ducks crossing the street. I left Barnes and Noble with only one book - one that I've loved for years. It's called The Carrot Seed. It's simple, but the story is so sweet. I was anxious to bring it home to Bailey and was thrilled when she signed "more" after the first reading - and after the second and third. She loves the book and enthusiastically shakes her head "no" when the parents say, "I'm afraid it won't come up." Since my children are not readers I sincerely hope that Bailey will grow to share my love of books. The signs are looking good.

I know you didn't ask, but I'd like to share some of my favorites with you. These are all for young children and are considered picture books. I'll have to come up with another list for older children.

1. The Napping House- my favorite picture book - or anything by Don and Audrey Wood
2. Good Night Moon
3. Chicka-Chicka Boom Boom

4. There's a Nightmare in my Closet
5. For slightly older children anything by Patricia Polacco
6. An authentic book of nursery rhymes
7. Any Spot book - for infants and toddlers
8. Caps for Sale
9. Any Corduroy or Curious George book

10. Any Elephant and Piggie book - I just discovered these and love them!
11. Amazing Grace
12. That Rain, That Sky - just because I love storms
13. Where the Wild Things Are
14. Tikki-Tikki Tembo
15. Are You My Mother?
16. Yo

17. Strega Nona
18. The Little Engine that Could
19. Rainbow Fish
20. Stone Soup
21. The Carrot Seed

22. The Paper Bag Princess - a must for young girls!
23. Swimmy
24. Jamberry
25. Any Fancy Nancy book - for girls
26. If You Give a Mouse a Cookie ...or a Pig a Pancake, etc.

27. Stellaluna
28. The Little House

29. Animals Should Definitely Not Wear Clothing
30. Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Actually, it's an impossible list to make. I haven't even touched on my favorites. I recommend an hour or two alone in a bookstore to discover your favorites. By the way, I left off Dr. Seuss, though I really like some of his books. And, you won't see Disney books on my list even though I think they have a place.

If you haven't read any of these, give them a shot. You won't be disappointed. And, I'd love to hear about your favorites.

Just What I Ordered

2009-06-07T20:12:00.000-07:00

You can't choose your kids. That's scary enough. What's even more scary, however, is trusting your kids to choose their mates. I've seen some "interesting" characters come through my front door - but, none more interesting than some invited by Kelly. There were some close calls, all thwarted I believe by the desperate pleas from Mark and me for divine intervention.

Kelly has always walked a somewhat convoluted path to get where she needs to be, so I shouldn't have been surprised when I saw her logging on to LDSplanet.com. But, I was. That is sooooooo not Kelly. Anyway, it only took a couple responses before Dave found her. They emailed, they talked, then they met. Kelly was pretty smitten - as was Dave. The entire courtship was about 6 months. They were married on July 22, 2006.

My first impression of Dave was.....we're going to eat him alive! He appeared painfully shy which did not compute in our family. What would we do with him? What would KELLY do with him? Would he ever be assertive enough to survive our crazy brood?

Those were all legitimate concerns, but proved to be irrelevant when I saw how much he loved my daughter. It's hard not to love someone who loves your daughter so completely. We later discovered that this union was meant to be. They both attended Utah State and one day while walking through the PE building, he saw Kelly's picture on a softball poster. The friend he was with knew Kelly and Dave asked if he would introduce them. They didn't meet then...but I guess it was destiny. Dave also has a certain "image" on his body that says Warnermaniacs.(I hope your Mom isn't reading this, Dave!) Sounds like a match to me!

Dave is one of the most patient people I've ever known. Any little thing that Kelly or I try to do that requires finesse and patience is usually, rather quickly, turned over to Dave. He fixes plumbing problems, electrical problems, and untangling. He also loves to do yardwork and, conveniently enough, I love to see him do it. He does the dishes better than anyone....well, he does finish the Sunday dishes on Monday...but everything is spotless when he's finished. He works hard and never complains.

So, all those things are good, but his real character came through when he survived Kelly's pregnancy. It was hard on Kelly, but it was brutal for Dave. He had never seen her without medication. It was the lamb and lion thing. Not many men could have maintained such devotion in the face of such stress. He didn't know what hit him, but he stayed strong and provided constant support during Kelly's most difficult time. That makes him a saint in my book.

I'm not sure I've ever seen such a devoted father as Dave. I marvel at his patience with Bailey. I've seen him sit forever on the stairs with her so she can walk up and down...up and down...and up and down. Often I see him on the floor in her room playing blocks or reading that favorite book again and again and again. He takes her for long walks, he bathes her, he changes as many diapers as Kelly, and he puts her to bed. He even joined her in "swimming" lessons. Bailey adores him.

In many respects the past few years have been difficult for Dave. Right after he and Kelly were married he finished his Master's Degree in Forensic Science. Seemed like a good idea. Then the recession hit and jobs have been very scarce. I can't even count the number of jobs he has pursued. He never lets up, but it has been hard.
We have assured him that he will get the right job when the time is right. Kelly has been very supportive, but still it's discouraging. We have prayed and fasted for him and we're absolutely sure that the tables will turn soon. He deserves to have that blessing in his life and it will come. Through it all, he has held his head up and continued to do what has to be done. I have genuine respect for his tenacity and complete trust in his ability to take care of his family.

So, I guess I got just what I ordered for Kelly. We love Dave. He still doesn't talk much, but that gives us more time to talk...and we don't mind that. He's good and honest (and handsome) and he has been a wonderful husband to Kelly and a truly amazing father to Bailey. He is devoted to the church and gladly fulfills his callings. He is neat, clean, dresses nice....and hold on.....he cooks! And cleans. And laughs at my jokes. And has a great body (see above).

What more could I ask for?

FINALly

2009-05-25T20:25:00.000-07:00

Don't mistake this for a student.....I promise it's a teacher!

Every time I hear a student complain about finals, I offer to trade straight across -I'll take the final IF they grade all 200. No takers so far. As I look at the weary faces of my students, I imagine they are seeing something similar in my face. Teaching four classes this semester has humbled me. I can't remember a week that I didn't have stacks of papers to grade. It's kinda like cleaning the house - the minute I finish one room, it's time to start on the next. I can't ever get ahead. I've spent so much time sitting around grading that I've gained weight. I'm too tired to exercise. And, I'm so busy most of my meals come from someplace with a drive-through. I think grading is becoming a health hazard!

I give my last finals tomorrow morning. One last stack to grade and I'll be paper-free until September. Sounds like heaven. Some of my students have said, "Come on, you know you'll miss us." I actually will miss some of them. Others I sincerely hope to forget. But, I'll NEVER miss grading papers.

Good-bye red pens
Good-bye blue
Good-bye grade sheets
Good-bye you.

Hello sun and hello beach
Hello nights with extra sleep
Hello days with nothing due
Hello me and good-bye school!

Until Fall........

Happy Birthday Big Guy!

2009-04-30T22:14:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow is Mark's birthday. I, for one, am really happy because for four months every year I have to hear him say that I'm older than him - by four months. Finally, we're the same age.

I have to be honest. I've put off doing a post on Mark, mainly because the task is so overwhelming. I've been married to him for 33 years and I'm still trying to figure him out. He's so simple, he's complicated. He's smart, yet does everything he can to hide it. He's selfless and selfish. He's obsessive and reckless. If you look up the word PARADOX in the dictionary you'll see his name.

So here are some things you probably don't know about Mark:

My friend, Shelley, claims that her husband, Tim, is the most oblivious male on the planet. My claim is that Mark is TOOblivious. He notices everything. When I go shopping, I call him when I exit a store to ask if he's found the purchase on the bank account yet. I swear he monitors it 50 times a day. He doesn't do it to control what I spend, it's just one of his obsessions. It's kinda spooky when he calls me the minute I walk in the door to ask about what I just bought at Gymboree. Definitely Big Brother stuff.

Several months ago he shut his thumb in the car door. The results were...uh.....less than lovely. It turned several delightful colors before settling down to black. He was given sympathy of course. Any reasonable person would have accepted that and moved on. Not Mark. Every day for weeks he showed that nasty thing to EVERYONE. And, he made everyone TOUCH it - like a black nail might not feel the same as a non-black nail! On Sundays he would gross out the kids during Sacrament meeting by sticking it in their faces. Eventually, people gave it and simply asked to see it. It's grown out now, except for a funky ridge at the end and he still humors himself by asking others to EXAMINE it. He's gotten some serious mileage out that nail. When this ride is over, he'll probably poke his eye out. Imagine the attention then!

When Mark gets something in his crawl you can forget ever trying to change his mind. This can be a good thing. Some obsessions are beneficial. Mark's latest is food storage. Several weeks ago he decided to take it upon himself to update our storage. Let me preface this by saying that he never does anything in a small way. For example, if you send him out for Chinese he comes back with enough food for a small army. He buys 3 dozen donuts for 6 people. I digress...back to food storage. His most current "pride and joy" is a food storage shelf he bought online. We call it "The Monster". He was like a kid on Christmas morning when it arrived. Immediately, he set out to fill it. He did. But, he didn't stop there. Lest our children be found foodless, he put together smaller shelves of food for each of them. I had to laugh when I noticed yesterday that he's added BOXES of cereal. I'm not so sure about the shelf life of Trix, but, thanks to Mark we'll have a use for all that powdered milk.

Several years ago, after returning from Hawaii, he decided he wanted to turn our backyard into a tropical paradise. When his birthday came around we bought him tiki lights. He's loved those lights. He built little PVC supports for each of them and painted them with water resistant paint. He tenderly fills their little oil containers every Spring. I have to admit that it's fun to light them for our BBQ's in the summer. They actually do add a little tropical flavor, so I can't complain about this little obsession.

Several Christmases ago he surprised the kids with the fruits of several months of labor. On Christmas day he presented each of them with a set of notebooks. One was a personal commentary he had created on the Book of Mormon. It included articles, talks, graphs, maps, and about anything you could imagine that would help in understanding the Book of Mormon. Another notebook was all about families - the Proclamation, etc. The final notebook focuses on just the atonement. Needless to say, he spent long, long hours compiling these. The kids love them and consider them treasures. I'm just impressed.

Currently, he's in the process of compiling his "stories". If the kids are like me they'll think this is completely futile since we have all MEMORIZED his stories. We joke that even Oakley, the dog, runs when he says, "Got a minute? I don't think you've heard this story". Impossible. We've heard the same stories for decades and they haven't changed except for certain embellishments that he has added for interest. It hasn't worked. Get some new material, Mark!

He loves to read church books. His library rivals Deseret Book's. I actually think he deals with Sheri Dew more than he does me. She is his lifeline to Deseret Book. I am merely his wife. I try not to complain TOO much about the space all those books occupy. I think at some point that may be the leverage I need to get that new house I want.

In many ways Mark is the husband that every woman wants. He never has forgotten a birthday, anniversary, Mother's Day, Christmas, or Valentine's Day. Not ever. He never complains when I ask him to go to the store - for the 3rd time - because I've forgotten something. He's ripped off wallpaper that he just put up - just because I couldn't bear to look at it - even though I picked it out. He fills my car with gas when I don't ask. He knows I hate emptying the dishwasher, so a couple weeks ago he told me he would take over that job. He inputs my grades for me and is amazingly patient while trying to decipher my writing, which I can't figure out myself. He just shakes his head when I come home with another 4 bags of clothes or toys for Bailey and says, "You love doing that, don't you?" Many have compared us to a annoying Chiwawa and a Bulldog. I yap and yap until I get in trouble, then he shows up and protects me. He has been my greatest advocate and has encouraged me to do whatever I want - no matter how crazy. I could go on, but his head will get too big. And, trust me, it's big enough.

Mark is a devoted father. He loves his children unabashedly. He's also a sap. All our kids have to do is give him the "look" and they get what they want. He can't bear to see one of them suffer or go without something they need. As good as that sounds, his sense of responsibility is somewhat debilitating. He worries constantly about them and when he can't think of something to worry about, he worries about that. He worries that they won't get jobs, that they won't get married, that they won't have a house, that they won't....... It goes on and on. I'm not a worrier and I guess that's a good thing. Except, I think Mark worries about that.

He loves this little red-head.

He's a good man. Happy Birthday, Big Guy!!

A Prayer for Sadie

2009-04-24T10:05:00.000-07:00

In the midst of your busy days I invite you to log onto a blog that will change your lives - sadiehuish@blogspot.com. The blog is about a little girl who has had a year long battle with an inoperable, terminal brain tumor. Her mother, Tiffany, is a good friend of our family. Kelly met "Pug" when they played softball together at Utah State. She receive the call from Pug, a little over a year ago, telling her that her little 5-year-old, Sadie, had been diagnosed with DIPG, a rare cancer that has no cure and is not conducive to surgery. We have followed her blog religiously and have been humbled by Sadie and her family as they have lived the worst nightmare a family can face.

Please take a minute to read her blog. Then, hug your children a little tighter and tell them again and again how precious they are. Try not to take for granted the joy they bring to you and the miracle they are to you.

Then, say a little prayer for Sadie and her family.

Shipping Out

2009-04-01T09:16:00.000-07:00

I haven't even boarded this ship, yet I'm already in love. I'm fantasizing about walking up the plank (okay, it's really a ramp), being greeted by a handsome guy dressed in white, accepting the offer of that first ice cold Diet Coke (sorry, no Pepsi), and walking out onto my beautiful balcony to an endless view of blue ocean.

Thankfully, this is one dream that will come true on Saturday. We're headed for a 7-day cruise to Cabo, Mazatlan, and Puerta Vallarta. This is our fifth cruise and we've loved all of them. In my estimation, it's the purest way to vacation. I don't plan to do anything more exerting than raising my hand for another drink and pushing my chair up to the table. No phones, no emails, no students, no cooking. No worries.

I'll report in after my trip, but, until then - Bon Voyage!!

When Does a Mouse Become a Rat??

2009-03-24T16:29:00.000-07:00

Last Thursday we celebrated Kelly's and Bailey's birthdays by going to Disneyland. It was an attempt to help Kelly forget what she was doing last year on her birthday.
Everyone went, except Jon, who is still in the doghouse.

The weather was perfect and the day was greatly anticipated. I thought Dave might burst before we finally got there. To say he is a Disneyland fan would be a grave underestimation of his feelings. In all honesty, however, we were mostly anxious to see how Bailey would react to the ULTIMATE overstimulating environment. We imagined her being enthralled with the colors and movements...and, of course, the characters.
I should have known better. It's my job. In the end, her experience with Disneyland was exactly what it should have been for a one-year-old - a perfect place to run, eat, and get lots of attention.

Here's a pictorial depiction of Bailey's Disneyland debut:

WHAT SHE DIDN'T LIKE!!!

Strange men singing to her...

The Rat and His Girlfriend...

The BIG Rat and His Girlfriend....

Spinning Teacups.....

WHAT SHE DID LIKE!!

Aunt Lindsay Spinning Her Around...

Going Up and Down Stairs...

Making Funny Faces...

Chillin'...

Drinking Dad's Powerade...

Watching Weird People...

Playing with the Trashcan...

Showing Off Her Svelte Figure...

Pushing Her Stroller...

Riding on Aunt Lindsay's Back...

Seeing Mom in a Funny Hat...

Hangin' with Aunt Lindz...

So, the answer to the question, "When does a mouse become a rat"???....When it scares your little, teeny, tiny grandaughter!!!! Shame on you, Mick!

I'm a Little Bit Country

2009-03-14T21:14:00.001-07:00

I grew up with that awful D-I-V-O-R-C-E country music and I hated it. To this day I cringe when I hear Bluegrass or old country music. I'm talking about Waylon Jennings, Johnny Cash, and June whats-her-name??? Oh yeah...Carter.

So, after 18 long years of being tortured by that "throw yourself off a bridge" kind of music, I swore never to listen to it again. I held true to that until about 5 years ago. First, it was Kenny Chesney, then a little Garth Brooks, and finally came Rascall Flatts. And, soon I was converted. I don't, however, put them in the same category as those other old timers. My favorite songs by Kenny Chesney aren't really even country. They're more like island music. So, I guess I'm a semi-convert.

A couple of years ago Shelly (my good friend) and I decided to take our girls to Vegas to see Flatts in concert. It was a great trip and we loved the concert. So, when I saw they were coming to San Diego, I thought it would be a great night out for the "girls". We got great tickets and took off about 5:00 for the trek to Chula Vista (or, as we say, Chulaveesta). The traffic was horrible and we couldn't find anywhere to eat, so it was a quick stop at the TB, then on to Cricket Amphitheater.

Let me pause here to say that the trip alone, with Kelly and Lindsay jabbering the whole way, was worth the price of the tickets. If there's one thing that our Warner Women share it's love for a good belly laugh. An hour trip with them is sure to bring on some serious hee-hawing. Last night did not disappoint.

Jessica Simpson was the opening act and, of course, we couldn't wait to see her to check out how fat she was. Trust me, that's where the interest ended. When she came out,the first thing we said was, "She's got great legs!" Unfortunately we saw about as much of her other parts as her legs(note photo). About 10 minutes into her performance we all decided it was time for her to SHUT UP! It wasn't that her singing was so bad, it was just that we didn't go to see HER. She really is quite dumb sounding and I found myself getting a little embarrassed for her. I was happy to see her walk off the stage. (Oh, yeah.....she's a little chubby, but nothing to support all the hooplah!)

THEN, Rascall Flatts came out with a bang. They were amazing. The stage was electric. The music was flawless. They are masters at playing the crowd. It was everything we hoped. Only one problem....it was outside and it was 48 degrees! That's serious cold for wimpy San Diegans. Nevertheless, it didn't dampen our spirits one bit.

So, the concert was great. But, what I really enjoyed was spending time with my girls. I'm all for chalking up memories and this is one I'll have for a long time.
Twenty years ago I would have thought it impossible to be sitting in a country music concert with two beautiful daughters. Life is full of great surprises and for that I am grateful.

Dropping Shopping

2009-03-07T20:33:00.000-08:00

It was a beautiful day in San Diego today, so Kelly and I decided to go to Fashion Valley (not Fashion Place) mall and roam around. Of course, The Bai went along. I was reminded of how different it is to shop with a baby - especially a very mobile baby. However, I decided it wasn't having Bai with us that was tough...it was the shopping itself. I sometimes wonder if I don't have masochistic tendencies. Going shopping is not fun. Even when I'm buying stuff, it isn't fun. So, why do I find myself doing it again and again and again? I honestly don't know. This is what I think about shopping:

1. Only when I'm in a hurry and don't have money do I find exactly what I want.
When I have money and time, I couldn't find something if my life depended on it.

2. The mirrors in dressing rooms should dispense Valium. By the time I exit I'm
ready to perform lipo on myself, without anesthesia. I don't deserve it. And,
must they have lights that turn my skin green and show every wrinkle????

or???

3. There is NO shoe comfortable enough to withstand 5 hours of shopping. So, do I
go comfortable (sorta) and frumpy or stylish and screaming? Frumpy has been
winning. And, by the way, who does wear those 5" heels? Okay...so Lindsay does.

4. Today I saw some mannequins in a storefront that had to be size -0. No kidding.
There wouldn't be room for a kidney if they were real. Who in h--- wears those
sizes? Show me a size 14 in the window and I might go in and actually buy
something because I feeling svelte.

5. Sales clerks either stalk you or treat you like you don't deserve their
attention. That might have something to do with the frumpy shoes.

6. No matter how much I love something when I buy it, by the time I've pulled in
my driveway I've convinced myself that I would embarrass myself and my entire
family if I ever wore it.

7. Today I was trying on bras. Humiliating enough as it is. Then, a sales
clerk knocks on the door and asks if she can come it to check the size. WHAT??
I almost hung myself trying to get on a bra before she stepped in and saw what
even I don't look at in the daylight. Is nothing sacred?

8. When will they start making petite clothing that can be worn by anyone younger
than 75? I thought Gloria Vanderbilt died.

9. I won't even start on bathing suits.

10. Have you ever noticed that you have to add a couple of miles onto your shopping
route just to access the elevators when you have a baby in a stroller? I imagine
men were the architects. And, of course, once you find one, it's filled with
everyone except those who have strollers or wheelchairs.

11. How about teenagers at the mall??? They travel in herds and delight in throwing
stuff onto poor unsuspecting souls on the lower levels. It's real funny. And,
they act like.....well, they act like TEENAGERS!

12. Everything in stores should be computerized. If I choose to shop at a particular
store, then it is the store's responsibility to keep track of what I bought. It's
absurd to think that I should keep track of a receipt the size of a post-it note.

13. Statistically, there are more homicides in mall parking lots that anywhere else.
I, myself, have contributed to those statistics. I'm sorry, but women are the
worst. Is is really necessary to call everyone you know, put on your make-up,
polish you nails, and clean your teeth before giving up that sacred parking spot?
Apparently so.

14. One good thing about shopping and not finding anything is that you don't have
to worry about dislocating your shoulder hauling all the packages. When we
shop with Bailey, her stroller looks like a traveling refuge camp. It's filled
with everything except Bailey, who has been left to roam around and steal other
kids' binkies.

15. Last, but not least, is, whose idea was it to place FOOD COURTS in every mall?
I either eat before I shop and can't fit into anything smaller than a size 20 or
I'm so depressed after I shop that I stop by for a little chubby girl pick-me-
up. I think it's a conspiracy. They want us to buy clothes in 4 different
sizes. It's all about the money.

Note: All the above are null and void IF there's a great sale!!

The Juan and Only

2009-02-27T20:09:00.000-08:00

I remember, after having Kelly, thinking it would be impossible to love another child the way I loved her. Many mothers have told me they feared the same thing after having one child. Between Kelly and Jon I had three miscarriages and I began to wonder if I'd ever get a chance to challenge my fear. When Jon arrived, I, of course, learned what every mother learns and that's that your heart simply grows with each child. Jon was a welcomed, cherished little guy - until about the second week. That's when that sweet baby boy morphed into something straight out of an Alien movie. He cried every day and all day. He didn't sleep through the night until he was nearly three. He didn't like me and was never content until Mark came home and held him. I wanted to punch them both. To this day I don't know how I ever survived that first year.
It was a heavy price to pay, but in the long term, it worked out. By the time he reached one year he was the sweetest, easiest baby in the world. And, in all honesty, he has remained that way throughout his 26 years. When I think of Jon, I imagine an oasis in a hot, barren desert. He has been the calm in the middle of the two female storms we call our daughters. He doesn't whine (except for Snickerdoodles). He always makes me feel good. He is NOT emotional. He does what's right - most of the time. He is like a breath of fresh air. Here are some other reasons I love my Jon.

Describing Jon isn't easy. He is, by far, the least attached of my kids, yet he is probably the most sensitive and caring. Sometimes I think he tries to hide that side so he can appear more macho. But, mammas know all!

For as long as I can remember Jon has not liked change. He use to freak out at the suggestion of getting a new bedspread or rearranging his room. That remained the case until he went on his mission. Of all the great things he took from his mission, one of the most notable was his new found sense of adventure. I think he may have learned that the world is bigger than he thought and he didn't want to chance a door closing before he walked - ran - through it. I like this about Jon. He has assured me that he probably won't stay in San Diego - a thought that would put Lindz and Kelly in an institution. He doesn't hang around the house like the girls, but he remains connected in all other ways.

Over the years I have felt sorry for Lindsay at times for being the little sister. Jon takes his role as Big Brother very seriously. Maybe too seriously. I don't think he's ever liked a guy that Lindsay has dated....well, maybe one. He isn't nice about it either. I fear Lindsay will never find someone who can pass the Big Brother test. I know it irritates Lindsay, but I can't feel too bad about it. I always thought it would be so cool to have a big protective brother. Regardless, I think Jon will always "have Lindsay's back".

I know I sound redundant, but, like the girls, everyone likes Jon. Even though he claims to be a little "antisocial", his social life doesn't support that. I received several calls while he was on his mission from people who he had worked with. They couldn't sing his praises loud enough. They genuinely loved him and he has kept in touch with many of them. Everywhere he goes, he collects friends. It seems that every weekend Jon's got big plans with his group of buddies. He has millions of them....and most of them live in Sacramento. (A family joke...).

Hardly a week goes by that someone doesn't ask me why Jon isn't married. The answer is pretty simple. He's not ready yet. One sister in our ward told me that the reason they had moved to San Diego was so their daughter could marry Jon. No kidding. A bishop once told me that he wanted his daughters to marry someone just like him. Another said he hoped his son grew up to be just like Jon. Sometimes I feel like wearing a sign that says, "YES, HE'S 26 AND WONDERFUL, AND NO HE'S NOT MARRIED" - and I might add, NOT GAY. It's a pretty hard concept for some members to wrap their brains around. I learned a long time ago that Jon does things on his own timeline. However, if you happen to know a cute, great............ Sorry, Jon.

Jon has never been afraid or embarrassed to show his love for his family. Even now he kisses me every time he walks in the door and every time he leaves. Same for the girls. He is genuinely one of the most caring, compassionate men I've ever know. He has always been respectful to me. Even during the hard teenage years, he always showed me respect. That may have been due to Mark's threats, but I don't think so. He makes me feel important and very loved.

Manipulation is his game. He thinks he's been able to guilt me into doing most anything. "Okay Jon I'll cut your waffles." "Yes, Jon, just bring your laundry over." And, as a young boy....."Yes, Jon, I'll heat up your pajamas in the dryer...". I wonder if he ever figured out that I was onto him? Yes, I did all those things, but not out of guilt, rather out of the pure joy it gave me to see him so happy. Even now he probably thinks I don't expect him to call me every Thursday so I'll take him to lunch. He's sounds so innocent when he says, "Hey, Mom, just wondering what you're doing......."

Jon makes doing the right thing seem easy. I know it isn't...and he's told me so, but he seems to be immune to the pressures that most of us feel. He has been an example to me for as long as I can remember. I could always count on him....and I rarely had to worry about him. That was such a gift as he was growing up. He has always been easy to be around and easy to love. He has truly been my oasis.

You can relax now. I only have three kids, so I'm through with the bragging thing...until I do another post on Bailey. I can't help myself.

One of a Kind Kelly

2009-02-21T20:23:00.000-08:00

I've often said that Lindsay was born an "old soul" and simply tolerated us "newbies". She always seemed in a hurry to grow up and was impatient with those of us who felt more inclined to get caught up in the frenzy of life. If I believed in reincarnation I would think that this is her 20th life and she came to us with a boatload of past experiences.

Kelly is her opposite. She is the ultimate "newbie". Life has been an adventure for her since the day she opened her eyes. She flew through her childhood like a Tasmanian Devil. Her body and mouth were constantly moving - ESPECIALLY her MOUTH. I gave up trying to win an argument with her when she was 4. Through it all, however, I saw glimpses of the woman she would become and I was not disappointed. Here are some of my favorite things about my Kelly.

I've never met anyone who doesn't like Kelly. I really mean that. Old people, young adults, babies.....it doesn't matter. They all like her. Several years ago we went on a cruise to the Caribbean. Jon hung out with Mark. Lindsay, of course, found some guys. Mark and I hung out with our friends, Tim and Shelley. Kelly, true to form, found a 5-year-old little girl. They spent most of the cruise together. The little girl loved Kelly and so did her parents. They kept in touch for months after the cruise. This is not unusual for Kelly.

Several years ago I had a surgery which required me to stay overnight in the hospital. Kelly stayed with me, sleeping at the end of my bed, and catered to my every need. I've always told her that I will be in good hands when I'm an old fart and too decrepit to care for myself. She's the best nurse in the world and genuinely loves all the nasty stuff that goes with caring for others. I'm not the only one who has benefited from her careful administrations. When Lindsay broke both elbows it was Kelly who bathed her, bandaged her, and helped her with her hair. She even cared for Oakley when he had bladder surgery. She may have missed her true calling!

Few people know that Kelly has rather severe OCD (Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder). She's had it most of her life, but not until college did it require medication. Her medication changed her. Life became much more tolerable and she was able to control many of her obsessions and impulses. When she became pregnant with Bailey she had to go completely off her meds. I'm not sure anyone who doesn't have OCD can truly appreciate how difficult this was. The effects were compounded by the fact that her hormones were going crazy and she was trying to adjust to pregnancy. Then, she had a baby who didn't sleep for 2 months, which meant, of course, that she didn't sleep either. Dave was working nights, so she was alone most of the time. Needless to say, it was a difficult time. Things got better, but never easy. As I watched her during this time I wondered if she would survive it. My admiration for her is beyond measure. I don't know that I could have done it. She finally started back on her meds a few days ago and hopefully she can regain her "old self" soon. She deserves all the peace she can find.

Kelly is my personal champion. No matter how hideous I look or how rotten I behave she always has something kind to say. This may seem like a small thing, but it has saved many days for me. I have many letters from her where she has expressed her love and appreciation. They are treasures. She loves her family with a passion that is staggering. We never have to doubt her loyalty or her love. She never misses an opportunity to support us in anyway she can. She is, in fact, the glue that holds us together.

Motherhood came as natural to Kelly as breathing. As long as I can remember she has loved children. Before she was married, she was constantly being told that she just HAD to have kids. In spite of the fact that Bailey looked like an alien when she was born, Kelly still fell instantly in love with her. She is an amazing mother. She is patient and loving and genuinely lights up when she's with Bailey. One of my greatest joys is seeing my child parent my grandchild. She does it so beautifully and with such love that it often overwhelms me.

When Kelly was in Middle School she was voted "Best Athlete" and "Best Legs". I still laugh when I think about that. I'm happy that she selected to go with "Best Athlete" (you could only be one) since it ended up paying for her college education. She does have good legs, however. From the first time Kelly picked up a softball she was a natural. She pitched her way through middle school, high school, and college. I was forced to give up my dream of having a ballerina when her first ballet teacher told us she might be happier in another activity. We didn't end up seeing Kelly on stage much, but we saw her on every softball field in Southern California and many other states. It was brutal watching her (my nerves couldn't take it) so I breathed a sigh of relief when she decided to end her playing career in her senior year at Utah State. Just in time, I might add, to start following Lindsay around softball fields! When I think of Kelly as a young girl my first vision is of her in a softball uniform, looking in the crowd to find me as she approaches her first batter. It's a very sweet memory.

Okay enough is enough. One final thought. When I had Kelly I knew she was a girl from the moment I found out I was pregnant - and I called her by name throughout the pregnancy. I never had a sister and was sure I would be blessed with daughters. I was and have loved every minute (well, most minutes) of it. Kelly has been a daughter and a friend and I am grateful for every minute of her life. She, along with Lindz and Jon, have taught me what family is all about. They are my very heart.

I Stand Corrected

2009-02-15T22:00:00.000-08:00

As I was, once again, writing a post about Bailey, Lindsay came in and said, "You're not really writing another post about Bailey, are you!??? Do you realize you only write about her and you neglect your own kids?" Hummmm. She could be right. I MAY be a tad myopic when it comes to Bai. I can take constructive criticism, however, so I've decided that my next posts will be about my kids...and maybe even Mark. First is Lindsay Nicole. Here are just a few things I love about my Lindz.

In honor of Valentines's Day, I went all out with red placemats and heart shaped naptkin rings at dinner today. (cough, cough) I also made a pathetic heart cake, just to say I did. Lindsay, however, arrived with hand selected candies from her favorite candy shop for everyone in the family. That is Lindsay. She thinks of everyone. She even handed out Barbie Valentines to her friends at Nordstroms. And, they always know they can get a little sugar fix by visiting her candy drawer in Jewelry.

Lindsay is a gift guru. If you want a creative idea for a gift for someone, she's your girl. When you receive a gift from her you know it was selected only after careful consideration - and it will be a perfect match. Even her customers recognize this. She is honest with them, she spends time with them, and she respects them. Recently she was given a letter by a customer listing the many ways she had been helped by Lindsay and thanking her for her professionalism, expertise, and time. I've watched her carry packages out to the cars of older customers. I've seen her run from department to department putting together outfits to match a certain piece of jewelry that someone was buying. She's the top salesperson in her department and several times has had the highest sales in the entire store. Simply said, she is very good at what she does.

Lindsay is the kind of student that I wished filled my classes. I've never had a student like her. She has mastered the art of studying and can patiently spend hours preparing for a test. Her notes are so meticulous that several professors told her she should publish them. It's not especially easy for her. Her grades are a result of incredible effort. She challenges teachers and takes her learning seriously. That means she is either loved or hated in class. I learned a long time ago not to argue with her, not because I couldn't win, but because I couldn't talk louder and longer than her!

Lindsay has been beautiful her whole life. I often wonder how I ever came up with such beautiful kids. I had people offer to pay for a portfolio for her so she could get into modeling - at age 4. Modeling agencies approached her and asked her to model. Just a week ago a perfect stranger walked up to her and told her she was too beautiful to work at Nordstroms and she should be on the runway. I can't imagine having such attention, but she has handled it pretty well throughout her life. She's never been cocky or self-absorbed, and she still looks genuinely surprised when someone compliments her. I admire her for that....and I'm incredibly jealous!

When it comes to cooking, Lindsay is definitely the "go to" girl. I grew up on meat and potatoes, so I have no idea where her gourmet tastes come from. But, she can flat out cook! A couple of Christmases ago I had a dinner party for five of my friends and their husbands. Lindsay created the menu and cooked the entire meal. She even announced and described each course as she served it. The menu included bruschetta with white beans, sun dried tomatoes and basil; a vinaigrette salad with homemade croutons and dressing; phyllo wrapped asparagus; Parmesan crusted chicken; garlic mashed potatoes and creme brule for dessert. It was amazing....and to think she learned it all from the Food Network!

I could go on and on. She was a gifted athlete and still holds a record at her middle school for the 100 yard dash. She's a wonderful aunt to Bailey and a great sister to Kelly. (I'd have to check with her and Jon to see if the same holds true for them. It's a day to day thing.) She thinks nothing of handing $20 over to missionaries walking down the street or anyone else who might be in need. My adult friends love her. She likes to hang out with me and I love to hang out with her.

She has brought great joy to my life and I love her dearly. I sometimes find it hard to believe that she's related to me. However I came to have her in my life, I am grateful. She is a gift.

Note: Please forgive me if this sounds like one of those obnoxious Christmas brag letters. My philosophy is if you don't brag about your kids, who will?

Rules of Life

2009-02-14T15:55:00.000-08:00

Last Monday I was wandering around my classroom while my students were involved in a project and came across these "Rules for Life" posted on the wall. They were credited to Bill Gates, but upon further investigation, I discovered they actually came from an educator named Charles Sykes and first appeared in his book "Dumbing Down our Kids". I guess they've been around for years, but somehow I missed them. I think they are worth repeating. I've seen far too many kids in my classes who I fear will never be prepared for the realities of life. I probably could have used these, too, as a teenager.

Rules of Life

1. Life is not fair - get used to it.

2. The world won't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to
accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.

3. You will not make $60,000 a year out of High School. You won't be a VP with
a car phone (ok, this was years ago.....) until you earn them.

4. If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.

5. Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your grandparents had a
different word for burger flipping. They called it opportunity.

6. If you mess up, it's not your parents fault, so don't whine about your mistakes,
learn from them.

7. Before you were born your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got
that way paying your bills, cleaning your clothes, and listening to you talk
about how cool you thought you were. So, before you save the rainforest from the
parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your room.

8. Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In
some schools they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as many
times as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest
resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.

9. Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and very few
employers are interested in helping you find yourself. Do that on your own time.

10.TV is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop
and go to jobs.

11.Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.

Those of us who have worked or have jobs, know most of these to be true. I think I might have my students write an essay about about them. What do you think?

It Ain't So Bad

2009-02-11T19:19:00.000-08:00

I turned 56 on January 24th. There....I said it. I am over half a century old. I will never be 40 or 30 or 20 or even 50 again. And you know what? I don't care. When I was
twenty, fifty seemed ancient. I imagined myself in one of those electric carts rolling through K-Mart looking for deals on denture adhesives. But,I imagined that would be okay since I'd be suffering from dementia and not fully aware of my pathetic state.

What a surprise when I hit fifty and didn't feel that different than I did at 30 or 40 - except for the creaking bones and breasts so saggy that they reside in a different area code...oh...and the extra 30 pounds. Other than that (and a few more tiny little things) being 56 ain't that bad.

It's important for you "youngins" to know this. It would be a horrible waste for you to spend even an hour worrying about what you'll be like when you're 50 or 56. Trust me, it's not as bad as you think. As a matter of fact, I kinda like it. Here are some reasons why:

1. I don't have to worry about dying before I reach 50.

2. I'm expected to do ditzy things, so most people don't say anything when I can't
remember my kids' names.

3. I finally figured out who I am.

4. I get discounts on cruises.

5. I have a grandchild, which is like having a kid without the yucky stuff.

6. My psycho kids have turned into humans. It took 56 years.

7. I CAN sleep in if I want.

8. I don't have to ask permission to do anything.

9. I don't have a curfew.

10. I don't have to prove I'm a good wife and/or mother by baking the best cake
or raising the brightest, most perfect kids.

11. I can read any time I want.

12. I get to buy a pair of shoes without feeling guilty about it.

13. I don't have to please anyone but myself.

14. I like myself much more than I did 20 years ago.

15. I get to give "sage" advice to my kids and students - and anyone else who will
listen.

16. It's better than not being 56....which is DEAD.

17. I don't have to attend Back to School Night.

18. Or make Halloween costumes

19. Or drive the car pool.

20. I'm much more comfortable with being "round". (Not a good thing, by the way.)

21. I can spend more time playing with my kids and less time taking care of them.

22. I don't have to cook as much.

23. I'm old enough to have some "experiences" under my belt, but not so old that
I can't have lots more.

24. I qualify for AARP.

25. I don't sweat the small stuff. (a valuable lesson to learn).

Jealous???

The Good Ole Days

2009-02-09T17:23:00.000-08:00

Elder Holland's talk came to my mind today (the one Ashley posted) and I started thinking about the importance of looking to the future rather than the past. I had a birthday recently and that triggered some interesting memories. Even though I don't spend lots of time thinking about "what should have been", I do ocassionally dip my toe in the memory pool. So, appreciating the fact that I can't go back, here are some things that I've truly missed as I've grown older:

1. The excitement of Christmas morning as a child

2. Catching lightening bugs (fireflies) on a hot, sticky Southern night

3. My waist

4. The pure joy of nursing a sweet, new baby

5. Carefree summers where my greatest worry was making it home on time after the
street lights came on

6. The excitement of waiting for that cute boy to call and ask me out. On a date.
Remember those?

7. The smell of early mornings as I drove to Seminary

8. Long, curly hair

9. Thunder storms

10. Giving my kids baths

11. I Dream of Jeannie and Gilligan's Island

12. The group Chicago

13. Letters from friends in the mailbox. Remember those?

14. The Book Mobile

15. My Toyota Corona

16. Friday night parties with my YW/YM group

17. Brut cologne

18. Being the Tooth Fairy

19. The Salvation Army Santas on Hickory's mainstreet at Christmas time.

20. Christmas Specials - not movies.....the ones with Andy Williams and the Osmonds

21. Holding my babies in my arms for the first time

22. The smell of my Maw Maw's muffins baking in the oven

23. Fitting into size 4 clothes

24. When I could run and "not be weary"

25. My memory.

26. Valentine boxes stuffed with Valentines (especially in Miss Monroe's class)

27. My father's cooking

28. The plays the neighborhood kids would "produce" for the parents

29. Charles Chips (amazing potato chips delivered to your door!)

30. Dressing every year as a hobo for Halloween

I have an even longer list of things I DON'T miss. All in all I'd rather be the age I am than any other age. I guess that's a good thing. What do you miss?

Touched by an Angel

2009-02-02T16:33:00.000-08:00

If we are lucky we will meet one, or maybe two, people in our lives who will impress us in such as way that we will never be the same.

I met Lenna Morgan over ten years ago when she was assigned to be my mother's visiting teacher. She was sharp, beautiful, and well into her late seventies. The moment I met her I knew I would love her because she was crazy about my dog, Oakley, and she treated my mother like her best friend. She was no ordinary visiting teacher. My mother, whose social circle was mostly limited to my family, became her "partner in crime". They went to movies, had lunch together, visited floral gardens, and generally had a great time together. We eventually came to call her our Angel.

However, it was after my mother's death that I really came to know Lenna. She was one of very few members in her family and she was married to a wonderful man, who was also a nonmember, named Glenn. Lenna and Glenn were perpetual sweethearts. After Glenn entered a care facility because of failing health, Lenna visited him every day. Lenna told great stories, after Glenn died, of "smooching" on a park bench in the garden where he lived while listening to music she had carefully selected for the event. Her heart broke after Glenn died. And, one of my most memorable temple experiences is being in attendance at her sealing to him.

Lenna loved a party and hated to be left out of any celebration. She attended every wedding, shower, baptism, or whatever and always came with gifts. She loved to go out to lunch and always had a number of people waiting in line for the privilege of taking her. Her home was beautiful and she welcomed you like a long lost friend when you visited. I actually thought I was her best friend. Then, I started hearing others say the same thing. That was her gift.

Several months after Glenn's death, she called me with amazing news. While working on her genealogy she discovered a death certificate for a baby born at the very time and place of her birth. After much research, she learned that she had been a twin and her sister had died at birth. No one in the family knew it. Lenna was an only child and said she often felt that someone was missing in her life. She announced this great news to everyone she knew. She had a sister - and someday she would meet her! This brought great joy to her life and to all those who loved her.

Several years ago Lenna was diagnosed with cancer. She underwent the treatments and before we knew it, she was back to normal. Normal for her meant a schedule that few twenty-year-olds could manage. She served EVERYBODY in the ward. She wrote to every missionary (and sent them all gifts at Christmas and birthdays). She prepared meals for anyone who needed it. She visited the sick and she participated in any service project that was physically possible for her. And during it all, she was in great pain. She suffered from arthritis and other ailments. No more than six months ago she fell in Relief Society and broke her arm. But, she never slowed down.

About six months ago she called to tell me her cancer had returned. And, in her words she said, "Pandy, when I heard the news, I felt this incredible sense of peace and an unmistakable feeling that it would be alright." She opted to receive no treatments. She died Sunday afternoon surrounded by her family at about 4:20. She finished her visiting teaching on Friday. She lived and died exactly the way she chose.

Today I had the opportunity and great privilege of being one of five women who dressed her in preparation for her cremation. Through all the sadness the thought that kept coming to me was, I am a blessed woman. On the way home I felt a small smile come to my lips as I thought of her reunion with Glenn. I would love to be at that party!

So, good-bye my dear friend. Thank you for showing me what perfection looks like. Thank you for teaching me about graciousness and gratitude. Thank you for teaching me about service and charity. And, thank you for sharing moments of your beautiful life with me and my family. I will never write another thank-you without thinking of the dozens you have sent me. I will never envision an angel without your face. I will tell Bailey about a woman I once knew who changed my life by her example.

I will tell her that I once knew an angel.

We love and miss you.

A Call for Help

2009-01-27T19:53:00.000-08:00

I'm beginning to think I have a big flashing "sucker" sign on my forehead. I was asked several months ago to teach a class for the Relief Society in Stake Leadership Meeting. It was postponed because of Prop 8 and I almost forgot about it. Then, I got the call that it was rescheduled for this Thursday. Not a problem, except I started back to school on Monday and I've been up to my elbows in alligators. I love teaching, so I'm not dreading the class, I'm just a little braindead right now.

So, I thought I would ask for help. The topic is teaching. Simple enough. I'm going to focus on teaching by the Spirit and specific methods for improving participation and learning. It's not a hard topic and I actually have more information that I can possibly cover. What I need is personal experiences. So, if you have felt the Spirit in a lesson, would you please tell me about it? And, if you've seen effective teaching methods, would you please share them? I promise to give you credit. I will gladly repay the favor upon request.

Fastasy Island

2009-01-25T19:48:00.000-08:00

What's the deal with January? Nothing to look forward to. No vacations or school breaks. Crummy weather. Maybe it was meant to be a time to recoup after Christmas. Maybe it exists just to make us REALLY appreciate Spring. I'm not sure.

All I can think about in January is WHERE AM I GOING ON MY NEXT VACATION??? I need a vacation. I really do. This is how I know I need a vacation:

1. Everyday I get up, I swear my house shrunk overnight.

2. I cry when I get cruise brochures in the mail.

3. I look forward to traveling on a plane (that's just sick).

4. I leave my bed unmade expecting the maid to take care of it.

5. I look for a mint on my pillow every night.

6. I find myself only buying travel-size toiletries.

7. I can't remember what day it is.

8. I wear Hawaiian shirts and leis to school.

9. I'm thinking that I've never been to Montana. Maybe I should go.

10. I'm thinking that food storage isn't all that important....maybe the
money could be better used on a classy resort somewhere in Jamaica.

These are serious signs. The remedy can only be a vacation. Now, where should I go? There's always that trip to Paradise (Hawaii). It never fails to please. I could go back to my old high school stomping grounds at Myrtle Beach. Maybe a trip up the coast of California - Monterey and Santa Barbara are beautiful. Or perhaps a place I've never been. I don't believe in aiming low. I go for the fantasy. I know it won't happen if I never give it a shot. If I have to settle for something a little less appealing....there's always the next dream.

I'd like to know what your ultimate vacation would be. Where would you go? Who would
you go with? What would you do? Remember it's a fantasy, so go big!

Let's hear it for dreams!!!

Walking to School

2009-01-21T15:58:00.000-08:00

Children fascinate me. They always have and probably always will. I never tire of watching them. Their innate curiosity and drive to make sense of their world is proof of how well equipped they are when they come to us. Fortunate for us, we do not have to instill in them a desire to move, communicate, problem solve, and adapt. Parenthood would take on a whole new dimension if that responsiblity fell in our laps!

At no other time in life do we approach new experiences and opportunites for learning with such gusto and determination. The infant brain is almost complete at birth. As a matter of fact, many brain cells are pruned in the first years because they are not used or needed. Infants are learning not only the skills needed for survival and function; they are learning about relationships. Each hug, kiss or act of affection or love shapes the brain and "builds" the hardware with which the infant interprets life. Babies who are deprived or neglected approach the world with fear and hyperviligence. Babies who are loved and exposed to many opportunities for exploration see the world as a safe place where good things will happen.

The bottom line is this - the most important achievement in the first years is attachment to a caring adult who loves you, meets your needs, and keeps you safe. Without that learning is difficult, if not impossible. It's really quite simple. The good news is that poor parents can parent as well as rich. Things are not that important, but relationships are. If you want the brightest kid on the block, make him or her the most loved kid on the block. I love this truth.

So, what else do babies learn in the first years? Maybe I can illustrate by showing what Bailey learned in her 15 minute walk today.

Flowers are pretty and smell good.

Going fast is fun!

Cars make lots of noise!

Rocks are heavy and don't taste too good.

Bark isn't very interesting.

Walking is a fast way of getting around!

Riding in my new wagon is fun.

Hi Grandma! I know you.

People love me.

I can climb a step.

A step can pose a problem!

So, my message is - forget the flash cards and the classes. Go for a walk. Remember that children have a fresh, unfilterd view of the world. Everything is new and everything is game. In one hour of play they pretty much cover their math, science, language, physics, and kinesthetic courses for the day. And, they do it with a pure joy of learning. Wouldn't it be nice if we could do the same?

Shady Lady

2009-01-19T21:11:00.001-08:00

It was 82 degrees in San Diego today, so Bailey decided to sport her new shades.

How's the weather in your neck of the woods??

A Retail Tale

2009-01-16T20:50:00.000-08:00

My sweet Lindsay is beautiful, talented, kind, and a great aunt to Bailey. However, she has a problem. She works at Nordstrom. Before Nordstrom, she was perfectly happy buying clothes/shoes at American Eagle, Abercrombie and Fitch, or Sun Diego. She didn't know YSL (Yves Saint Laurent) from Christian Louboutin. (I still don't, by the way.) Then, the contamination began. It started with a Marc Jacobs bag, then proceeded to Tory Burch shoes, and on to a Philip Lim dress. It hit like a tidal wave and shows no signs of receding.

The shoes and clothes she absolutely can't afford she "visits" on her breaks. And like a snake chasing a rat, she attacks the minute they go on sale. She has strategically placed "watchers" in certain departments who feed her addiction like a drug lord. They hold items that she "absolutely has to have", then flatter her until she can't resist. It's cruel.

Of course, Lindsay believes each purchase was "meant to be". "But, Mom, there was only one of these dresses in my size in all the stores....so it was fate when I found it in MY store!" She honestly believes that not purchasing one of these "cosmic gifts" is a form of neglect.

I can understand obsessions. I have a few of my own. But, what I'm really worried about is she has started sucking in the other family members. Mark was one of the first to go. ("Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly"...)He feels sorry for Lindz when her sales are down, so what does he do? He helps her out by buying a watch. Lindsay, the spider, is quite masterful at manipulating her dad. He just hasn't figured out that he'd be smarter just to loan her the money.

Others have fallen, too. Kelly calls Lindz before getting dressed just to make sure she doesn't commit some critical, life altering, fashion faux pas. I have hidden my Eddie Bauer jeans...I just can't take the insults. Even Jon has become a "Lucky" groupie. Once, Oakley refused to let us put his Petco shirt on him. He was holding out for Tommy Hilfiger.

It is what it is and I will have to adjust to this very shallow, materialistic side of Lindsay. However, what I saw today scared me witless. Our sweet Bailey was sitting on Lindsay's lap, in all her innocence, staring at a pair of designer shoes on the computer. Then, she reached out to caress them. Wasting not a minute, Lindsay handed her a credit card. I think I saw a sparkle in that sweet baby's eye.

I fear we have lost her...at the ripe ole age of 10 months!! PLEASE HELP!

I've Always Wondered

2009-01-14T23:27:00.001-08:00

Here's a mind expander for you. In a fight to the death who would win....

Batman???

Superman???

Just curious.

Parenting 101

2009-01-13T23:21:00.000-08:00

I just read Amy's blog and felt quite comforted by the fact that parenting doesn't look much different than it did 30 years ago. As you all know, I've taught Child Development for many years. I've also taught more parenting classes than I can remember. Since I'm old and you're not, I thought you might benefit from some of my wisdom and experience. So, here are twenty things I think every parent should know about children and parenting:

1. Kids are and always will be smarter than you. Even if they're not, you're
usually too tired to challenge them.

2. God made kids cute so we wouldn't drown them.

3. You'll like your kids more if you dress them cute.

4. Forget putting your kids in time-out. Put YOURSELF in time-out - preferably
on a beach or cruise ship.

5. Your spouse's genes are responsible for all the psychotic and neurotic behaviors
in your kids.

6. Never leave your kids alone - not even if they're 30. They have "trouble finding"
genes.

7. Kids have radar. They know when you're in the bathroom, even if you're quiet
and the room is dark. They have sensors on their fingertips, so when you see
those fingers under the door BEWARE!!!

8. Kids have an impairment which prevents them from hearing you the first
88 times.

9. Never have more than one kid. Sibling rilvary and fighting don't exist when
there's only one.

10. Boys are great, but their "handle" has been known to destroy bathroom walls
and floors. It seems there's no way to control it. (Same when they're grown.)

11. Girls are great, but they turn on you like a rhino when they reach 13.

12. Tell all of your children they are the favorite. Write them each letters
to verify it. You never know which one will be rich enough to take care of
you in your old age.

13. Make sure, if you do have girls, they are ugly as a dog's backside, so boys
won't come sniffing around.

14. Don't ever let your sons drive. Their brains are disconnected from the foot
that presses on the gas pedal.

15. Hide everything you own. Kids don't understand the notion of personal ownership.
They think if it's in your house, in your room, in your drawer, and you paid for
it, it most certainly is theirs.

16. Never enter a teenager's room without proper equipment. Your backpack should
include Lysol, a medium strength acid, a shovel, a mask, gloves, and several
garbage sacks. Also, NEVER enter alone. Parents have been known to disappear.

17. Don't get too caught up with safety and child protection laws. YOU know what
works best for your kid. See below for suggestion. If you get caught, claim
that you've never seen the kid before in your life.

18. Lower your expectations. If you expect them to act like they were "raised in a
barn"...and they do....you're not disappointed.

19. Don't sweat the small stuff. They don't really need to eat or go to school.
If they steal candy from the store, they were probably just hungry. Let them
yell at you and hit you. It's important that we teach kids to be assertive.

20. Finally, be sure that you always show your kids that you love them. They will
use this love to bribe and torment you, but at least you can say that you did
your part.

Pause for a Cause

2009-01-12T22:54:00.000-08:00

I met Barbara Chernofsky over 18 years ago when she was hired as a full-time faculty in our Child Development Department at Grossmont College. She was a tough old bird and I liked her almost immediately. My family grew to love her. Since she had no children of her own, she focused enthusiastically on others. I often found chocolate or a cold Diet Coke in my classroom waiting for me on those days I taught long 3 hour classes. My kids loved when Barb and Paul (her husband) would stop by - mainly because they knew they would be the center of attention for the duration of the visit. She loved her convertible, cats, and gambling (she almost always won!).

Barbara was diagnosed with breast cancer several years after I met her. She endured chemo, radiation, and numerous medications, but never missed a day of class. She showed up bald. She showed up with wigs. She showed up sick and she showed up exhausted. But, she always showed up. After several years in remission the cancer returned and she died at home with her dear husband by her side. Her last days were spent at home surrounded by those who loved her. I was proud to be among them. I miss her terribly.

My step-sister, Tina, was diagnosed with breast cancer at age 31. Her cancer was invasive and fast growing. She, too, endured months of painful, exhausting treatments. Today she is 34 and is cancer-free. She has just adopted a beautiful little girl named Katie and her future is bright.

My cousin, Judy, is a breast cancer survivor. My aunt, Clara, was a victim of breast cancer and died in her 30's. My neighbor, Ann-Louise, is a breast cancer survivor.

Just yesterday I learned that another dear friend has breast cancer. She is a fighter and a woman of great faith. Her life has had challenges and with each she has grown stronger. This will be no exception. She will not battle alone. There are many of love her and will be by her side. I will be one of them.

My point is.....we all know someone who has had or has breast cancer. This is evidence of its prevalence. My OBGYN told me once that he had never lost a patient to cancer who routinely had mammograms and exams. That was good enough for me, so I'm religious about getting in every year. I am shocked when I hear women say they haven't had a mammogram in years. Breast cancer is highly curable when caught early. It's a no-brainer.

Sorry about being a "mother", but I plan on all of you being around for a very long time. If you haven't seen your doctor for awhile....CALL TODAY!

Submitted with love.

The Wait is Over

2009-01-11T19:19:00.000-08:00

I caught on to "24" much later than most. When I finally did, I became an addict. I rented or bought every season I had missed and forfeited sleep, family, and school until I finished them all. It was my drug of choice for a long time. Last season was very disappointing, but hope springs eternal, so I'm counting on this season to knock my socks off again.

The premier is tonight at 8:00 and continues for 2 hours tomorrow night. So, I probably won't be blogging much. It's a matter of priority. Go, Jack, go!!!

My 100

2009-01-08T19:58:00.000-08:00

According to Brooke, you can't be a real blogger without posting your 100. I'm extremely intimidated by the task....I try not to think THAT much about myself. But, maybe I'll gain some insights that will finally help me achieve the adolescent task of identity formation.

So, here's a sneak peak inside my slightly irregular brain.

1. Halloween is my favorite holiday.
2. I love the smell of Pirates of the Caribbean.
3. I don't mind wearing glasses.....I think they make my nose look shorter.
4. No one can make me laugh like my brother, Rick.
5. I'm still surprized at how much I love my kids.
6. I hate the soft center of bread.

7. I love my shower.
8. I dream every night and can remember every dream.
9. In college I had a 20 inch waist. Now I have a 20 inch forearm.
10. My mother was the most honest person I've ever known.
11. I fantasize about having a condo of my own.
12. I love being alone and could take a cruise by myself and love it.
13. I am addicted to reading.
14. My dream home would have ceiling to floor windows with no curtains or blinds
to obscure my view of the woods.

15. The two most beautiful places I've ever seen are the mountains of North Carolina
and the Swiss Alps.
16. I think I may have been a druid in another life.
17. I detest arrogance.
18. One of my most favorite childhood memories is swinging on the front porch with my
Maw Maw Herman. The smell of fresh peaches from the tree in front of the porch
and the sound of the squeaky swing will forever suggest peace and safety to me.
19. My father was both an honorary member of the KKK and a Renaissance man. He loved
classical music and literature, but was intolerant of anyone whose views differed
from his.
20. I wear black, white, red and blue. Pastels make me look like a faded
Impressionist painting.
21. I collect art depicting children and books.
22. My hair is short because when it grows out I look like Cousin It.
23. I started liking pigs when my friend in high school, Shelley Martin, started
illustrating her notes to me with cute little pigs. She married a guy whose
last name was Swineheart. No kidding.
24. My favorite singers are James Taylor and Simon and Garfunkle. I've seen
both in concert.
25. I can't sleep if doors or drawers are open.
26. Roses are cliche and boring. I'd rather have no flowers than roses.

27. I love Bailey's new expressions.
28. I'd rather spend time with my kids than anyone.
29. I married a man who is my opposite in almost every way.

30. I love horror movies, but not the slasher ones.
31. I was Relief Society President for over 3 years and loved it.
32. My only fear is having something terrible happen to my kids or grandkid(s).
33. I once was so moved by a Van Gogh exhibit that I cried.
34. I've never won a trophy...not one.

35. I've never seen a more beauitful color than the blue in a Caribbean ocean.
36. The funniest movie I've ever seen is Young Frankenstein. My brothers and I have
watched it dozens of times....and we still laugh like fools every time.
37. I love the sound of crunchy snow.
38. I feel conflicted about whether I'd rather have a second home in the mountains
or at the beach. Yes, I can dream.
39. Seeing the movie Eight Below nearly put me in an institution.
40. I love raw potatoes.
41. When I was a young child - probably 4 or 5 - I was spending the night with my
cousin and had to get up in the night to use the bathroom. When I walked past
my uncle's bed I saw his shoes dancing. Honest to gosh.
42. When I was a little girl I use to design graves and decorate them with the
flowers from the neighbor's gardens. No comment.
43. We owned the very first microwave in Hickory, North Carolina. When my dad brought
it home and told us what it would do, I thought he'd lost his mind.
44. My greatest gift is my ability to teach.
45. I tried to learn to play the piano as an adult, but couldn't keep my left hand
from following my right. So, I gave it up and went shopping.
45. I've had nearly every calling in the church except Scouts, Enrichment, Activities
Committee, and Seminary teacher.
46. When I first started teaching we had very little money. One day I heard some of
my students taking bets on what I would be wearing. I was so embarrassed that I
told Mark I had to get new clothes. About a week later I was wearing one of my
beautiful new dresses (navy blue striped). After class a student approachd me
and told me never to wear the dress again because it gave her a migraine.
47. I once had a boyfriend who came to visit me in North Carolina. I took him out
to our house at the lake and left him for a week. I've since tried to locate him
to apologize. To this day, I feel horrible.
48. I'm obsessive about squeegying (is that a word??) my shower.
49. I hate to be hot.
50. My favorite color to wear is red, my favorite color to live around is green.
51. I love old people.
52. I love word games and play online Boggle every single day. My kids tease me
about my "opponents". "Who ya playing today, Ma....Sally from Mars....or Omar
from Wisconsin???"
53. The first time I went to Europe I took 7 suitcases. The last time I took 1.
54. The only other member of the Church in my family is an aunt. Regardless of their
religious beliefs, however, my extended family includes some of the kindest, most
generous, loving, devoted, Christ-like people on the planet.
55. I genuinely love all my nieces and nephews and their spouses.
56. On my side of the family, I have only one niece and no nephews.
57. Almost every Thursday Bailey and I take a trip to Target. She likes to look at
the stuff....and I like to look at her.
58. Even though I've never had a strong Southern drawl, I love to listen to them.
59. I love being alone in my own house.
60. My family knows to NEVER enter my "getting ready" space in the morning until
I'm dressed.
61. Listening to Miles Davis and John Coltrane makes me wish I lived in a different
time.
62. During stress I mentally go to one of my "safe" places. I can end up floating
on a raft in the Caribbean or sitting on a pier in Myrtle Beach, S.C. Both work
very well.

63. I have many friends but my soulmate is my cousin, Linda. We are very different
but are connected at the heart.

64. I never thought I'd own a dog. Then we got Oakley. I'll never be without one.
65. More than anything I want a bigger house to accomodate my growing family.
66. For years (way before Twilight) I've been entrigued with vampires. I think it
started with Dark Shadows back in the 70's.
67. My childhood crushes were Paul McCartney and Davey Jones.
68. I'm a Weather Channel groupie.
69. My friend, Shelley, and I love ghost stories. We took a trip to Charleston,
South Carolina once and went on two ghost tours. One of the tours was of an
old prison. As we were leaving a crew was setting up cameras to film a special
on paranormal activity. By the time we returned to our room, we were certain
a ghost had followed us home. We scared ourselves half to death!
70. I loved school as a child and still remember much of what I was taught. I
remember all of my teachers and still feel very fortunate to have been taught so
well.
71. I was the only girl in elementary school invited to play baseball with the boys.
72. I loved living in Salt Lake City and still consider our neighbors there the best
in the world.
73. I cooked for an apartment of boys in college. One of them was an NCAA decathlon
champion. I took all the credit.
74. My first car was a Toyota Corona. When I put on the breaks the back seat fell
out.
75. When I started attending church at about age 8 we met in a Woman's Club. We
would have to clean up every Sunday morning before church began. Often the
prayer, talks, and lessons were given by the same people. Attendance was
usually 15 or so. I learned the Articles of Faith in that building.
76. A man who is meticulously dressed turns me on. I prefer an average man who
is well dressed to a gorgous man who isn't. (dressed well, that is...)
77. I have two types of pants. One is black dress and the other is denim. My
favorite jeans are David Kahns.
78. When I dream about myself, I have long hair.
79. My husband would do anything in the world for me. Sometimes that scares me.
80. I wouldn't go back to any earlier age. I'm more comfortable with myself now
than I've ever been and I truly think my best years are yet to come.
81. I can't stand Uma Thurman.
82. I love anything that Will Smith does - even his rap.
83. Every Sunday my heart races as I wait for my kids to show up. Things aren't
right until they're all here.
84. I've lied about my height for years. I think I'm only 5'1", not 5'2".
85. My mother was so beautiful that I always felt ugly by comparison.
86. I could live forever without sweets, but could eat my weight in chips and salsa.
87. I love mashed potatoes and any kind of bean.
88. I love the smell of fresh-cut grass.

89. I'm horrified of spiders, but decorate my house with hundreds of them at
Halloween. Aversion therapy?????

90. I want to smack tall, thin women.
91. I love setting a beautiful table, but hate cooking.
92. The faster and crazier the ride, the more I like it.
93. I cry when I hear children sing.
94. Every February or so, I walk outside, throw my arms in the air and say, "This is
why I live in San Diego!"
95. I love to sleep in a cold room with lots of covers.
96. My favorite flavor is GRAPE. I think I could love wine.
97. I have a wonderful stepsister named Tina. She is a breast cancer survivor and
she just adopted a beautiful baby girl named Katie. Welcome to the family, Katie!
98. I am 14 years older than my youngest brother. I raised him until I left for
college and still think of him as my child at times.
99. I knew the church was true the first time I heard it...at age 8.
100.In spite of all the crazy people and happenings in the world, I still think
there is more good than bad. Mostly, I believe you find what you're looking for.

Amen.

Movies Worth Watching

2009-01-08T17:16:00.001-08:00

I love movies. Almost as much as I love books. Going to the movie theater is an EXPERIENCE for me. I love the dark, the popcorn, the "20", the reclining seats, and especially the Diet Coke. I rarely remember who's with me. For that 2 hours or so I literally live another life. It's a mini-vacation at its best.

My friend, Shelley, and I have a standing "date" every Tuesday (it's $1 popcorn day) for lunch and a movie. Recently we haven't done so well because of the holidays, etc. But, we're anxious to get back on track. We consider our movie time to be a critical part of our survival. All our friends know this and treat it as something sacred - which it is.

I hesitate to recommend movies. Tastes are so different and I don't want to feel like an idiot for ranting on about a movie that someone detests. However, I'm going to go out on a limb today and mention two movies I've seen this week. The first is Doubt, which Shelly and I saw on Tuesday. The second is Benjamin Button, which I saw today, alone. I probably forgot to mention that I love going to the movies alone.

I think the recent events involving sexual abuse by priests in the Catholic church may tend to sway how one might approach the movie Doubt. The subject is a difficult one and usually makes us want to place blame - on someone. I expected a clear line and what I got was quite different. One sign of genius with writers and producers is the ability to entice the audience to look at a subject from a new angle. In Doubt, you leave the movie not knowing whether the good guy or the bad guy won. As a matter of fact, you're not even sure who is the good guy or bad guy. The story reminds me of the story lines from one of my favorite authors, Jodi Picoult. Reading one of her books is usually an eye-opening and frustrating experience. If you haven't read her, I recommend My Sisters Keeper. Okay, back to the movie. It's slow, but the performances by Amy Adams, Phillip Seymour Hoffman and Meryl Streep are brilliant. The theme of the film was perfectly supported by the setting and characters. I actually shivered in some of the cold, rainy scenes. Many questions remained when I left the theatre....but one was answered very clearly....I'm glad I didn't go to Catholic school! Let me know what you think.

Benjamin Button takes place in the South (New Orleans) and has lots of old folks. In my book, you can't lose with those two components. I had heard lots about the movie, and have to admit, it was much what I expected. The best thing about it is the story itself. It's loosely based on a short story by F. Scott Fitzgerald. I don't know how loosely since I haven't read it. Like all great stories, it includes romance, relationships, adventure, and believable characters. The special effects are impressive. I can't figure out how they put Brad Pitt's face on that little old body. There are several story lines including Benjamin's curious aging process, his introduction to his father, his relationship with Daisy (played beautifully by Cate Blanchett), and his philosophy that life should be lived everyday to its fullest. All in all I loved this movie. I cried and laughed and wished it wouldn't end. That's a pretty good recommendation. Cate Blanchett was perfectly cast and Brad Pitt was beautiful. I'm glad it lived up to the hoopla. What do you think?

Back to School

2009-01-07T20:42:00.000-08:00

In a couple of weeks I will begin my 23rd at Grossmont College. In that time I've missed only 2 semesters (one when I had Lindsay and one when I took a break). I've also taught at several other colleges in San Diego. This semester I will be teaching 3 classes at Grossmont and 1 at Palomar. I've taught many subjects including Developmental Psychology, Math and Science (for young children), Language and Literature, Infant and Toddler Development, Infant and Toddler Curriculum, and others. I've also presented workshops for various community agencies and have done training for the California Department of Education, Child Development Division. The point is that I have been busy in my discipline for many years. I have loved it. I'm in the unique position of doing something I love AND helping to improve the quality of care for young children.

Every semester is an adventure. I never know what I'm getting myself into and I guess the students would say the same thing. I've taught 16 year-olds and 80 year-olds. Some are right out of high school (or still in it) and others are PhDs starting new careers. I've had great semesters and some I'd rather forget. I've had students who stalked me, students who cursed at me, students who have bribed me (it works....I usually recommend chocolate or Padre tickets), students who I consider friends, and students who scare me.

In commemoration of those 23 years, I'd like to provide a list of 23 things I've learned or experienced in my teaching career. Here goes....

1. The smartest students are not always the best students.
2. Classes have personalities and ONE student can set the tone for the whole class.
3. It's difficult to take into consideration all the cultural variations. One
student became very upset with me when I refused to let her barter for her grade.
4. I take chocolate to all my classes. I can bribe students with it.
5. I allow my students to demonstrate their talents in class. Last semester I had
a stand-up comic perform and another, who had auditioned for American Idol, sang.
I've also had dancers, artists, cooks, etc.
6. My night classes are usually adjacent to the cooking class. Smelling the food is
pure torture. I made friends with the chef and he has invited us to "come
taste". In December he invited my class to a wonderful buffet the students
had prepared as part of their final project. All we had to do is provide drinks.
What a deal!!
7. Usually, the best students sit in the front.
8. I've heard every excuse under the sun. My favorite is, "I couldn't come to class
because my horse was in labor." In San Diego??????
9. Very few guys take Child Development classes. When they do it's usually to meet
girls.
10. One of my students told me he was afraid that smoking pot everyday would effect
his sperm production. I assured him that it would.
11. Students will tell you anything. Especially what you don't want to hear.
12. I've seen a critical shift in the past 20 years. Students use to be embarrassed
when they were caught cheating. Now they brag about it.
13. Every semester I have a panel of adolescents come to class. They range in age
from 13 to about 22. A few semesters ago everyone on the panel aged 15 and up (about 6 students) admitted to using drugs routinely - 3 said they got the drugs from their parents.
14. I don't accept late work - EVER.
15. I don't have to deal with parents. One of the great perks of teaching college!
16. I can always keep the attention of my students if I talk about sex and/or teenagers.
18. A scary number of students can't tell me how a girl gets pregnant.
19. I've taught thousands of students and I remember very few of them.
20. Technology has become my good friend.
22. I work with an amazing group of women (mostly) who are selfless and genuinely
committed to improving the lives of children.
23. Teaching Child Development and applying the principles are two different things.

Doctors Make Me Sick

2009-01-06T22:26:00.000-08:00

Today was not a pleasant day for Kelly. Bailey, who has had a cold since Christmas, got progressively worse and ended up in urgent care on Sunday Night. After a "thorough" exam, it was determined that her desperate cries, loss of appetite, sleeplessness, and 103.5 temperature were caused by a virus. I didn't buy it. And, more importantly, the diagnosis didn't help Bailey feel any better.

Last night Bailey was up crying all night....and probably so was Kelly. Thankfully, her well-baby check-up was today and we were all looking forward to what Bailey's "real" doctor would say. Just as I expected, she had an ear infection. As relieved as we were to get a diagnosis, it was frustrating to know that a correct diagnosis on Sunday would have prevented a lot of pain for little Bai. When I last saw Bailey tonight she was asleep, but it was her first sleep since yesterday. It breaks my heart. So, you can imagine what it did to Kelly.

I have little faith in doctors, clinics, hospitals, or any other health care facilities or programs. It's unlike me to be so negative, but when I consider some of the experiences I've had in the past ten years, I think my negativity may be justified. Here are a few:

* My mother had a brain aneurysm when she was 56. She lived in North Carolina at
the time. After researching the best places for her rehab, we decided to bring
her to Sharp's Hospital in San Diego. Our contacts here assured us that timing
was important, so we pulled some strings and had her flown here within days of
her release from the hospital. She was in the hospital here for two weeks before
she was involved in any kind of therapy. But, they did manage to lose her. I
went to see her one day and was told that they couldn't find her. After quite a
search, she was found at another hospital about a mile down the road. She had
simply walked out of the hospital....and no one had noticed.

* About ten years later, Mom had a mild heart attack and was admitted to a local
hospital. It was determined, after a day or so, that she needed an angioplasty,
but would have to be moved to another facility for the procedure. She was moved
by ambulance. She was in intensive care for a couple days, then moved to another
room. The room had no pillow, no water....and no nurses. When I asked for a cup
of water I was told that I shouldn't bother the nurses...I should just ring the
call button. I was in her room for over two hours before anyone bothered to check
on her. Several days later, she had her angioplasty. The doctor performing the
procedure slipped and tore a vessel in her heart. She was scheduled to come home
the next day, but instead, I got a call at 1:00am. She was dead.

* A few summers ago Lindsay fell on her longboard (skateboard) and injured both
arms. We took her to the emergency room at our local hospital. She was in
excrutiating pain, but that didn't stop the x-ray technician from twisting her
arms to position them for the scan. Kelly and I could hear her screaming down
the hall. A doctor looked at the film and said she was fine - had probably just
bruised them. After a week, the pain continued, so we took her to our orthopedist.
He took one look at the film and said, "This bone is broken". Then, he picked up
another film and said, "Ooops, I must have picked up the same film." He checked
again and claimed he had never seen such a thing....but both arms were broken in
the same place.

* Several months ago Kelly got some funky little bump that we all thought was from
a spider. It grew from a small spot into a large one with red rings radiating
from it....and it was incredibly painful. It got so bad that she went to...you
guessed it....urgent care. She was told it was an infection and was given an
antibiotic. It eventually went away. We didn't think much about it, until
another one appeared several weeks later. This time she went to her dermatologist.
He immediately diagnosed it as Mersa, a very serious antibiotic-resistant
bacterial infection. She was put on two hard core antitiotics and was under the
constant care of her doctor. We didn't find out until later that the urgent care
doctor knew it was Mersa, but didn't tell her. By the way, Mersa can be life
threatening.

* Lindsay was very sick on Christmas Day this year with an extremely sore throat.
Her neck and throat were swollen and she was miserable. It didn't get better the
next day, so we took her to URGENT CARE. They were packed and we were told the
wait would be at least 2 hours. We were asked if we'd like them to make an
appointment for us with a doctor in the clinic. He could see her later in the
afternoon. We returned and Lindsay was told she had a virus. In all his wisdom
he told Lindsay that, "Common viruses are common and uncommon viruses are
uncommon". Not a joke. She should just go home and gargle with salt water. Two
days later he called back to tell her she had strep.

Anyway....I could go on. Note that the reason we always ended up in urgent care is because when we tried to get appointments with our doctors we were told that there were no appointments available. Then, it was suggested that we go to urgent care.
I don't get it. Whatever happened to Marcus Welby? Please tell me that my experiences are unique and that there really is good health care out there. I need to have my faith restored.

To All You Experienced Bloggers

2009-01-05T17:00:00.000-08:00

So, I managed to change the appearance of my blog - took about 90 minutes - and now I need information. So, here goes.....

1. How do you add photos in the middle of text? Mine always end up on the top.

2. What gadgets should I add?

3. What's a gadget?

4. How do I add followers?

5. How do I add music? Not that I would. Just good info to have.

6. How do I find time to keep this up once my classes begin?

I would appreciate any help you can provide. I'm way beyond being prideful.

About Sons

2009-01-03T21:03:00.000-08:00

We all appreciate the money that Mark makes, but in all honesty, it's the perks that really make us smile. For example, thanks to Mark's "hook-ups" he got to sit in a stadium with Jon and 70,000 other people as the Chargers miraculously beat the Colts tonight in a playoff game. I love watching football (and baseball)so I imagine you're wondering why I handed my precious ticket over to Jon. I have to admit that my first notion was to sell it - I think they were going for over $1,500.00. Then, I decided that the thrill that Jon would experience would be worth far more than the money. That's what I love about having a son. Sons are simple. Give them a few tickets to sporting events, a good meal once in awhile, and fridge full of Gatorade and they're happy. For Jon, however, it takes one more thing to get that look of pure bliss. That would be Snickerdoodles. He feels about Snickerdoodles the way Ashley and Brooke feel about Oreos. Except, he can probably challenge their intake by about 2 dozen.

Every Sunday all the kids come over for dinner and there's always some goodie baked after dinner. A couple of Sundays ago, Jon begged for Snickerdoodles, as he does every Sunday, but I was too beat to make them. So, he decided to give it a shot. The results were, shall we say, less than edible, so Jon was sorely disappointed. Being the guilt-ridden Mom that I am, I felt awful. So, today I baked him his Snickerdoodles, put them in a Christmas bag, and sent them to the game with him. Why did I do this?? Because it was simple and it made him happy. Doesn't that about sum up the whole motherhood thing? Seeing our kids happy is our payment for all the hours, days, and years we spend caring for them. It's not a bad payment and I have to admit that as long as I see those happy faces, I'll continue to cater to their funky little vices. It's what mothers do. And we do it forever. And, that's okay.

Some Things to Know About Me

2009-01-02T15:55:00.000-08:00

Kelly has already nagged me about posting everyday. She's a blogger groupie, but doesn't have a blog, so I'm not sure she's qualified to make suggestions.

So, here's my subject for today - ME. I'm taking lessons from Brooke.

10 Things You Should Know About Me

1. I'm from North Carolina and Southern blood runs thick in my veins.
2. I'm never happier than when all my "ducks are on the pond".
3. I've been a college teacher for 23 years and still love it.
4. I read, on average, 1-3 novels a week. Only fiction. I live non-fiction.
5. My ultimate vacation is a cruise. No phones, meals 24 hours a day, cabin boys who make my bed and leave me mints, and unending Diet Pepsi delivered to me at poolside. How could it get better???
6. I honestly believe that LAUGHTER is the best medicine.
7. My kids call me Pollyanna. I'm sometimes dangerously optimistic.
8. I credit my religion for almost everything that has brought joy to my life.
9. I have wonderful female friends who have saved me thousands in therapy bills.
10. I have a secret crush on Hugh Jackman.

Ten Things I REALLY Don't Like

1. Looking for stuff
2. Drivers who speed up at yellow lights and leave me sitting at the red
3. Students who give me lame excuses for absenses, late papers, etc. and really
think, after 23 years, that I haven't heard them before.
4. Dishes left in the sink
5. Whining
6. Parents who don't discipline their children
7. A slow computer
8. Emptying the dishwasher
9. Size 12s that are too tight
10. People who don't take responsibility for their own actions

Ten Things Few People Know About Me

1. I have to fight the urge to jump the counter to work the registers at stores
2. One M&M can satisfy my sweet tooth
3. I was a basketball star at Kenworth Elementary in Hickory, NC.
4. I was in Jr. High when the first Black was integrated into my school.
5. I have a secret desire to flash back to the 40's and go dancing in one of those smokey piano bars.
6. I once read an 800 page novel from cover to cover without taking a break.
7. I'm a Southerner who doesn't eat grits, greens, black-eyed-peas, or livermush.
8. I'm in love with a guy named Mitch Rapp. Thank heavens he's a fictional character!
9. I have a serious need for speed. I went motorcycle riding with an ex-Bishop friend (no kidding). When we hit 120 mph I thought I had reached nirvana!
10. While I was in high school, my car got locked in the parking lot of the public library. Seening no other option, I drove it right through the shrubs. I figured facing the police would be much preferred over going home without my car.

Ten Things I Hope to Do Before I Die (Bucket List)

1. Go to Italy
2. Go to Ireland
3. Write a book
4. See my brothers become active in the church
5. See Jon and Lindsay married
6. Fit into size 6 again
7. Get a family photo taken (without the complaining)
8. See Bailey dance on stage
9. Get all the female Warners together for a vacation
10. Get a new hairstyle

Ten Things...

2008-12-31T23:18:00.000-08:00

I love New Year's resolutions. As a matter of fact I love them so much I keep the same ones every year. Lose weight (the goal ranges from 10-40 pounds), work on my genealogy, organize my school files, exercize every day (cough, cough)and finish some project (they vary) are among the standards. I've decided to be much more realistic this year. I need to feel successful. So this is what I'm aiming for in no particular order:

1. Watch more TV. It relieves stress.
2. Drink a little more Diet Pepsi. No explanation necessary.
3. See more movies and eat more popcorn. It relieves stress.
4. Play more with Bailey. A hardship, of course. And, it relieves stress.
5. Cook less. It cost money and is not prudent in this economy.
6. Read more books, especially those that aren't mentally taxing - like Twilight.
7. Give more multiple choice tests. I love those scantron machines.
8. Shop more for Bailey. The stress thing, of course.
9. Stop visiting teaching. It bothers the sisters I teach.
10. Clean house less. Wait, I don't clean house at all....ditch that.

It's just a start, but I'm bouying myself up and feel positive that this time next year, I'll be feeling pretty proud of myself. That's what really matters, isn't it?

Farewell 2008.....

2008-12-31T22:32:00.001-08:00

The fact that it's 10:00 on New Year's Eve and I'm blogging makes a pretty clear statement about how I celebrate the arrival of a new year. I just heard that there are a million people in Time's Square and it's 1 degree. And, I just heard two sirens fly down the street. All in all I'm feeling pretty smug about staying home, eating soup, and watching Bones reruns.

At the risk of sounding somewhat schmarmy, I did take a moment to consider some of the memorable events of 2008. I honestly tried...and I'm sure there are many. But, I honestly can't get past the single event that has changed my life forever. That, of course, is the arrival of my first grandchild, Miss Bailey Jean Balmforth. My sister-in-law, Linda, told me for years that nothing is better than being a grandma. I did believe her, but no matter what anyone tells you, words fall critically short in describing what it's like to watch your child birth and care for their own child. Kelly and I often talk about how the world seemed to shift the day Bailey was born. I'm sure all mothers feel that way. I certainly did with my own children. However, I never imagined that what I felt for my own children could be duplicated and maybe even expanded. Bailey has turned Jon into a proud uncle, Lindsay into a childrens' wardrobe consultant, Mark into a peacock, and me into one of those obnoxious, bragging (unashamedly)grandparents. I make no apologies.

Bailey joins a rapidly growing extended family. Brooke, Ashley, Jenny, Jen, Heidi, Melissa, Jamie, Sarah, and Kelly have all had babies in the last couple years. There are more coming. All these beautiful babies are as loved and adored as Bailey. Congrats to all you young mothers who work so hard and so selflessly. You're doing the most important work in the world and you're GREAT at it!

I can't think of a better reason to look forward to a New Year than all those amazing babies. Nieces, try to remember that when you're peeling glue off your carpet or fishing your shoes out of the toilet. Oh yeah, I just remembered another great advantage of being a grandparent.....you get to send them home!

Happy New Year!!

Christmas Reflections

2008-12-28T16:15:00.000-08:00

Soooooo, you know how on a rare occasion you find the perfect gift for someone?? Well, I outdid myself when I found the perfect gift for Lindsay...in the produce aisle at Vons. I still crack up everytime I see it. I guess you have to understand Lindsay's aversion to feet to really appreciate it. I took great pains in painting the potaTOE'S nails. What do you think???

Let's Get This Out of the Way First

2008-12-28T13:15:00.000-08:00

I'm sensitive about names. I think parents who name their children odd names should be arrested for child abuse. No "Sunshine Peaches" or "Cowboy Spurs" or "Misty Rivers" or "Lyndzee" or "Makealle" for me! I go for the most simple spelling of the most simple names. And, no, I don't care if there are 10 kids in the neighborhood with the same name.

Growing up a PANDY will do that to you. I have to repeat my name MANY times before somone gets it....and then they usually don't. My life is constantly complicated by my name. Take ordering pizza, for example. Here's how it goes....."Hello, I'd like to order a pizza for delivery". "Okay, can I have your name?". "Sure, it's Pandy."
"OK, Candy......... "No, I said Pandy, with a P, like candy, with a P." "No problem, Sandy........" Anyway, you get my drift.

Mail is a whole other story. One day my daughters, Kelly and Lindsay, and I decided we would write down every name that had appeared on my mail in the past 10 years. Here's an abbreviated list: Panzy, Panby, Panelpy, Pandpee, Penelope, Paudy, Pauly,
Pansey, Paneldy, and, my personal favorite, PANTY. This, of course, is only a partial list. I think we came up with over 25 names.

If I thought I could remember it, I'd probably change my name. Ann sounds pretty good...or maybe Mary. I just hope my children, KELLY, JON, and LINDSAY appreciate that they didn't end up, "Jermajesty" or "Sweet Cheeks".