Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
"And verily I say unto thee that thou shalt lay aside the things of the this world, and seek for the things of a better.
For my soul delighteth in the song of the heart; yea, the song of the righteous is a prayer unto me, and it shall be answered with a blessing upon their heads.
Wherefore, lift up thy heart and rejoice, and cleave unto the covenants which thou hast made.
Continue in the spirit of meekness, and beward of pride. Let thy soul delight in thy husband, and the glory which shall come upon him.
Keep my commandments continually, and a crown of righteousness thou shalt receive. And except thou do this, where I am you cannot come."
Friday, September 26, 2008
This is Motherboard's crazylady. I'm borrowing her for today.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
I'm crazy tired today. I don't know why. Actually I have a pretty good idea. I got up and went running yesterday morning at 5:15. This is the usual time, but I wonder if it was a little too early after the marathon. It actually felt good to run, but it caught up to me today.
Ok, I think the other reason I'm so dang tired is that I told myself I was going to stop drinking Coke until after the marathon. I've cheated a little, but for the most part, I'm staying strong. I'm sure this exhaustion is partly because my body is wondering where its caffeine fix is. I'm this close to caving.
I would really like to have a day where we just sleep in and do nothing all day. That sounds so nice. I should relax and just watch TV or read a book or something. I should. I cleaned yesterday (although it doesn't ever stay clean for long), I'm pretty much caught up on laundry (except I am putting off folding the last batch). Peter gets to go over to her friends for a play date at 10:00. I have AJ today (my cute little neice), but she's pretty easy going.
Here's my way of watching the kids while I'm tired. We all went out (me, Peter & AJ), climbed on the tramp, and I laid down in the middle while the girls jumped over me. Can you say lazy?
I'm also going through a very serious homemaker funk. I am boycotting it all. I have absolutely no motivation or desire to do any kind of housework (no surprise, there), and also any kind of decorating. I see many of you posting your cute little fall projects. I don't even want to walk downstairs to get the decorations I have to put them up, much less take them back down again, just to put away. I don't want to decorate for Christmas either. I am really, really DREADING the holidays. I know....bah humbug. What a grinch. I am planning on getting a Festival of Trees tree this year on auction, so I don't have to decorate. Clint got us on the auction list last year. It goes to a good cause, and my kids will still get a tree. That will be the ONLY decorating I will do this year.
Cooking? Forget it. I went to the Taste of Home Cooking Show last night with my MIL and SILs & GIL. While, I can appreciate eating a good home cooked meal, I have absolutely no desire to make one. Oh, I'm not a bad cook. Back in the day, I used to be a pretty good cook, and I liked to do it. But, it's hard to get into the spirit of cooking when there is no one to eat it. Kids won't eat more than just cheese tacos and mac n cheese, hubby doesn't come home early enough for dinner, unless he gets off early for me to go somewhere (like the cooking show), and we're not eating anyway.
Oh, and my yard is being overtaken by weeds. Cuz I don't want to do yardwork either.
I have lost all desire to do anything domestic. How do I get out of this funk?
Somebody help me, pleeeaase!!!!!!!!
Monday, September 22, 2008
The rules: Go to your pictures. Go to the fourth folder, then go to the fourth picture.
Post the picture, and then tell us about it.
This is my little Peter, December 2005. She was about 6 months old. OK, I cheated a little bit. My fourth picture was of her, too, but it was fuzzy, so I went to the first one that wasn't fuzzy.
Look at how sweet and little she was. I just want to kiss those little cheeks! She is sooo NOT a baby anymore.
Oh, man....now THIS makes me baby hungry.
A little bit.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
I discovered it. I'm following a lot of you.
But, I want you to follow ME, too!
Click on it to follow me! And if I see your picture over there, I'll come over and follow you, too!
It's over there, on my side bar, under the picture of Jesus.
I put it here strategically, so we can all remember to also follow Him.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
|What Sherrie Means|
You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.
You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.
You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.
Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.
Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.
You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.
You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.
At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.
You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.
You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.
You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.
You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.
You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.
You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
I think it finally hit me today that I have to run a full marathon this Saturday. I haven't even really been thinking about it. I'm sure it's because I'm not counting this one as my "real" marathon. This is just my last long training run before my real marathon in St. George in two weeks.
This marathon training experience has been completely different from the last one.
First of all, I'm training with different people. My friend and neighbor that I've run with the last year, introduced me to this group at the beginning of the summer. I've really enjoyed getting to know them, and they are crazy fast, so that's really good for me. I like to run with people who are better than me. I like to be pushed to my limit.
So, I've been training significantly faster than my last marathon. I'm not Boston fast, but there are people in my group who can consistently qualify for Boston year after year. I admire them. That is like the ultimate accomplishment in my eyes.
I've decided that maybe I'll wait to try to qualify for Boston until I'm a few years older. Then the qualifying time is a little easier.
At my age (30) I'd have to finish in 3 hours and 40 minutes to qualify. That's a 8:30min/mile pace. To put that into perspective, my last marathon I finished in 4 hours 28 minutes. I'd have to shave almost a whole hour off my time to qualify.
My goal is 4 hours. I think I can do it. Actually, I really want to do it in 3:59.
Then I can say I did it in the 3 hour mark.
So, this Saturday, I'm running the Top of Utah marathon in Logan. I've heard it's a gorgeous run, and is downhill for the first 16 miles. I love running downhill. I've learned how to just let the hill carry me down, and with minimal effort and I can "fly" down the hill. I love that feeeling. Then it goes back uphill the last 10 miles. I can do short, steep hills pretty fast. It's the long, slow climb that kills me.
I run up Gordon Ave. at the end of all my runs. And I still hate it. It the kind of hill that if you're driving in a car, you don't even notice that it's a hill. But, running at a shallow incline for 1 mile and a half can be really, really demoralizing.
I've given myself "permission" to walk the last 3 miles, if I absolutely have to. But only because this is my training run. I probably won't. Because I get in race mode, and my competitive nature kicks in, and the adrenalin pushes me to try my hardest.
So, today, I am going to go stock up on my GU (caffeine is my friend), take it easy tomorrow, and then have a nice, relaxing, fun run on Saturday.
But, for now, I have to go drive to preschool, volunteer at 1st grade, babysit my neice, do laundry, vaccum, drive to Karate, drive to soccer, cook dinner, go to bed, start all over again.
Thus is my life.....
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
rating: 4 of 5 stars
Wow! What an interesting plot line. I really enjoyed this book, and read it in 2 days. I found it endearing, the bond between the man and his son. I was impressed with the control with which he dealt with the boy. How nurturing he was in such a stressful situation. Instead of losing his cool under duress, he was calming and loving, and open and honest. I think that strengthened the boy's ability to deal with the stress.
The reason it didn't get five stars:
No quotations? This bothered me and I don't know why the author chose not to use them. I found myself count back the lines, trying to keep track of who was saying what.
Why don't the main character have names?
I felt the author owed the man and the boy more definition than he gave them.
What happened, exactly to the world? Why is there ash everywhere? Obviously some kind of apocolyptic fire or burning of the earth?
How long ago did this happen? Obviously before the boy's lifetime. How old is the boy?
What was so horrible that the mother felt it necessary to take her own life?
Aside for all those many questions (which I'm hoping someone can shed some light for me) I really enjoyed the book.
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I remember that she went skiing and broke her leg, or her knee, or something, and was on crutches for a long time.
Interesting how little memories like that creep up on you.
After 5th grade, Mandi went back home to OK. We wrote for awhile, and went she came to visit in UT, we would get together. After a while, we stopped writing, lost touch, and went on with our lives.
In high school, she moved back to UT, and went to my high school. We were the same age, but for some reason or other, we never really hung out together. We ran in different crowds.
Now, how we reconnected after high school is a really funny story.
When I met Clint, he literally had a little black book, full of phone numbers. (He was kind of a womanizer back then. It took a lot of years, and effort to tame him).
Anyway, one day, while I watched him play softball with his buddies, I decided to go through his wallet (which he had entrusted to me to watch, while he played). I found his little black book. I started looking through all the different girls' phone numbers he had, until I came upon a name I recognized. Mandi's. I thought, for sure, this has to be the girl I knew all those years ago.
So, on the way home from the game, I asked Clint about it, found out it was a girl he'd dated awhile ago, and after talking about her for awhile, found out it WAS the same girl.
I wasn't jealous or anything, I just thought it was awesome that he had dated my friend. No wonder we were such good friends. Great minds think alike, huh?
A few months after we'd been dating, Clint got a wedding invitation from Mandi in the mail. He thought it would be weird to go, since he'd dated her. But, I begged him to go. So, we went together. It wasn't weird for me at all. I was reconnecting with my old 5th grade best friend at her wedding reception! I don't know if it was weird for Clint, or not.
After that, we saw each other intermittently over the years....she came to our wedding reception, and 2 years ago, I saw her at her cousin's (my neighbor's) funeral, who had passed away in a car accident.
Then, yesterday, I got an email from Facebook saying someone was requesting to add me as a friend, then I got an email saying I had a comment on my blog. It was Mandi.
I'm so excited to reconnect with her. Even though she lives on the other side of the country, we can talk through the web, like we're face to face.
This is why I love blogging. There are so many people that I wouldn't get a chance to talk to if it weren't for blogging. So many old friends, I've found. So many new friends I've made.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Clint go a little jealous, so I took a picture for him too.
Clint and I bought Redskins jerseys. Don't we look cute? #47 is Chris Cooley the Tight End. He went to Utah State, so we like him.
Like I said, the game was great. I was getting a little stressed. The Saints just seems to stop them at every play. And the Redskins were down at the half. By the beginning of the 4th quarter, I was losing hope. Then, Washington scored two touchdowns in the last 6 minutes! It was so exciting! I'm so glad Clint got to see his team play and win.
Look at how excited he was after the 2nd touch down that won the game.
And not just because he can dance.
Friday, September 12, 2008
"I'm nothing special. In fact I'm a bit of a bore. If I tell a joke, you've
probably heard it before. But I have a talent, a wonderful thing.
'Cuz everyone listens when I start to sing. I'm so grateful and proud. All I want is to sing it outloud.
So I say, Thank you for the music!......"
I love that song! If my life were a musical, that song would probably be my theme song. And of course, it's by ABBA. My fave! I went out with a bunch of my cousins this week and saw Mamma Mia for the 2nd time. This song comes on during the ending credit. We were the only group in the theater, so I stood up and belted it out at the top of my lungs. There is nothing better than singing your heart out. Who needs therapy when you've got music?
First of all, let me just say....THANK YOU!!!! For all the comment love. If I had known that talking about the bathroom would generate so many comments, I would have started talking about it forever ago. 19 comments! That's more than I got for my CD giveaway (should I take that as a hint?) Now I know that for those of you who get 50 comments for every post, you're thinking, what's the big deal? Well, 19 people reading what I'm writing, and commenting on it, is HUGE for me! Now, maybe I can pretend that I'm kind of, sort of, maybe, a little bit popular.
p.s. Thanks for all the great bathroom cleaning tips. I'm gonna try that next spring....when I clean the bathrooms again.
I've been told recently that I just say what's on my mind no matter what it is. This is no secret. I have no filter. And I guess I tend to offend people. Not intentionally. It's like this. Me thinking and talking is a little like eating and going to the bathroom. Sorry, for the disturbing analogy, but that's how I roll. Everything that you eat (goes into your body) comes out, in some way or another.
Well, everything that comes into my mind, comes out my mouth. EVERYTHING. I can't not talk. It's virtually impossible. My dear husband has learned to just tune me out (I think). The problem is that I am a very visual person. When I think, it's like I'm watching a movie in my head. So when I try to put those thoughts into words, it doesn't always translate exactly. So, sometimes, it just doesn't come out right. And I'm often misunderstood. So, if what I'm saying just sounds like total psychobabble. It's probably just not coming out how I pictured it in my head.
Tomorrow, my hubby and I are off to Washington, D.C. Yeah! It'll be a quick trip. Just for the weekend. We are way into politics. We are going just to be around all of the presidential mumbo-jumbo going on before the 'big election'
AH, HA hahahahahah!!!!! *Snort* Oh, you thought I was serious?
Really, the only thing on the agenda is to go see a Redskins game. Have you read about who my hubby is in the fall?
No, really, I am excited. Last Fall, I went to my first NFL game (Chargers vs. Colts) in San Diego and it was AWESOME!
Clint is a diehard Redskins fan. He has loved them for his entire life. So this is like his dream come true. I'm so happy that he finally gets to go see them live, in their own stadium.
It's a little hard for me to go all the way to DC without seeing any history, but he has promised me we'll go back there someday and do all the history stuff.
Sorry, this post isn't very funny. I'm just not feelin' it today.
Here's my list....of music
1. Something Bad - Idina Menzel (from Wicked)
2. Still Holding Out for You - Shedaisy
3. I'm Sensitive - Jewel
4. I Saw the Light - Wynonna
5. Bigger Than Us - Hannah Montana
6. Contradiction - The Kinleys
7. Patience - Guns N' Roses
8. Gravitational Pull - Chris Ledoux
9. Livin' On a Prayer - Bon Jovi
10. High Enough - Damn Yankees
Bonus: Love is Here to Stay - Harry Connick, Jr.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
1) My 3 year old LOVES to scrub toilets. Why do they love to clean when they're little, and then refuse to do it when they're old enough to do it right? WHY?!!
She likes to take the toilet brush, dip it in the sh** water, and drip it all over the house. The floor on my bathroom afterward is quite hazardous. She discovered this, after "scrubbing" the toilet, and slipped and fell on her keester. (How do you spell ceester, quister, chzixysther?)
2) While a tile shower may look all stylish and beautiful, it totally SUCKS to clean. There is some seriously funky junk growing in the grout. NAST!
3) Why, when I have a water softener, does my shower still get hard water spots on the glass. And why can't I get this off, even after mondo effort and scrubbing. (note: I may have mentioned that I hate cleaning, and I may or may not take a lazy approach to it). If anyone has any insight and how to remove hard water spots (the lazy way), let me know.
4) I don't know why, but cleaning bathroom makes me hungry. I am ravenously famished right now. Except the problem is that the cleaner smell sticks with me the rest of the day, after cleaning, and disgusts me so much that it ruins my appetite. I feel like if I eat after I clean, I'm poisoning myself with Clorox cleanup, even though I have washed my hands afterward.
5) My bathtub has little blue smudges on it. And no amount of scrubbing or cleaner can get these little smudges off. What is this from? I can't figure it out. What have my kids gotten on their bodies, that cause little blue smudges on the bottom of the bathtub?
Now that you know all of my little bathroom secrets, do you have any insightful answers to my little potty mysteries?
Monday, September 8, 2008
The change of the seasons, the weather getting cooler, the crisp air, the spicy smells, the harvest, the beautiful colors of nature, the hint that the holidays are on the their way.
I have always loved canning tomatoes, or corn, or peaches, or grapes with my Grandma and Mom and sisters. I loved to go on walks in the brisk cool air, in the evening, or going for drives in the mountains to see the trees as their leaves change with the season.
Fall was by far my favorite season....
for the past 10+ years, Autumn has brought on a whole new meaning.
Now, instead of looking forward to fall, it comes upon me, finding me in a state of dread.
Only one thing could cause this much anxiety.
Ten years ago, I met my husband. It was summer, and we spent a lot of time together. We spents hours together by the pool, stayed up late into the night, just to talk, went to concerts, went camping. Monday nights we made a tradition of getting pizza and renting a movie. Then as August neared it's end, and the impending fall approached, the true colors of my summer romance unfolded.
I discovered that my true love was none other than.....
....a football fanatic.
So now, from the months of September to February, I am alone. Left to bask in the glory of those sportsless summer days, longing for the first signs of Spring.....the first signs that football season is finally over.
I am a football widow.
So, instead of spending our Sunday and Monday evenings, going for walks, driving in the canyon, looking at the lovely fall colors, teaching our children about nature, talking about the Gospel, reading our scriptures, every Family Home Evening is spent in the basement. In front of the TV. Watching Football.
I have become accustomed to taking my Sunday nap to the tune of football noises in the background. It's like hypnosis. If football comes on....I suddenly become tired, and I just can't seem to stay awake.
And the last couple of years, it's gotten even worse, with this new Fantasy Sports craze. So, now, I can't even cuddle with my man during football games. My spot his been so insenstively replaced by his laptop.
I have been shoved into the #2 position by a freakin' computer, people!
As we speak, my man is downstairs, catching up on his games, making sure all his players on his "team" are doing well, so he can get the most points. That about as much as I can understand. Beyond that, I'm as clueless as I am about the actual rules of football.
Don't get me wrong, I truly support my husbands addiction...ahem, I mean, hobby. And I really do enjoy going to live games with him. (Because of the people watching opportunities)
So, I have a new favorite website. WAFS. Women Against Fantasy Sports.
Seriously go check it out. It's like a support group for sports widows, like me.
Except yesterday, my husband asked me if there was a HAB support group. (Husbands Against Blogging). Ha Ha....he's cute and funny!....
So, I ask you. Are any of you out there also mourning football widows?
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Today, was my first day home alone. EVER!
My two little monkeys TJ & Peter started preschool today. I had 2 1/2 hours of time to myself.
It was wonderful!!!
The only problem is that it went by so fast.
But, I didn't curl up with a book, or go back to bed.
I got sooo much done!
So far, today, I have done:
- Ran 9 miles
- Took a shower, and got ready (yes, that IS an accomplishment)
- Dressed and fed the kids and got all of them off to school ON TIME!
- Picked up the drycleaning
- Returned some shirts at Kohls
- Went Grocery Shopping (and was shocked at how much less I spend when I'm not buying "treats"
- Folded 2 batches of laundry, put the 3rd batch in the dryer and started the 4th batch in the washer
- Took out all the garbage
- Made all the beds
- Cleaned up the garage
- Sprayed Febreeze everywhere (because i dont' know why, but my kids' rooms STINK!)
And I did ALL of this before 11:30 when I had to pick up the monkeys from preschool. I am so proud of myself.
p.s. I'm also proud of myself, for not spending the entire two hours blogging.
I could totally be done for the day, and be satisfied. But, alas, I am not done.
We still have to go to karate, soccer, volleyball, make dinner, and then start over and do the whole thing again tomorrow.
p.s. Here are some cute pics of the TJ & Peter for their first day of school!
TJ--doesn't he look handsome? Here is TJ on his first day of school one year ago. 3 years old
This Peter on Tuesday, on her Orientation Day.
This is Peter this morning. She is very proud of her pink cowgirl boots.
Here is Peter one year ago. 2 years old. Yes, she still had her "nummer." Thank goodness, we finally got over that addiction!
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Not to mention the massive headache I've been carrying around all day. The 478 ounces of Cherry Coke I drank today, just doesn't seem to be doing the trick.
And the winner is.......
Jan over at Crazy Lady on Road 80!
Thank you to everyone who commented, and made me feel loved!
After much deliberation, and consideration with the boss, I've decided to keep calling him Clint.
Because that's his name, and that's whats he want to be called.
But, there were a lot of great suggestions!
Jan, to get your free CD, send me an email with your full name and address to
pianorunner (at) yahoo (dot) com.
For those of you who didn't win the free CD, you can still buy one for $5.00 dollars.
Send me an email at the above email address, with your full name, address, how many copies you want, and your preferred method of payment.
I will be setting up my PayPal account today, so you can pay by credit card, or you can mail me a check. Just say so, in your email, and I will email you the address.
Thanks for playing!
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Monday, September 1, 2008
The Blue Man Group has recently add a new member to it's team!
My yet to be nicknamed hubby and I were downstairs watching a movie on Saturday night, when TJ came down to show off his latest "artwork."
I laughed so hard, and he was so proud of himself I just had to take a picture.
Then, I went upstairs, to discover that not only had he painted himself (with my acrylic craft paints, no less).
He had also painted the counter, the floor, the wall in four different rooms, my entertainment center, and today I discovered, that back of my computer chair.
This, after I discovered this week, that they had broken the frame on my couch from jumping on it too much, and nails were literally sticking out the back of it. My hubby cut a hole in the back of my couch to remove the nails, so no one would get hurt on them. The same couch also got "painted" by Peter with fingernail polish.
All of this happened in one weekend.
Remind me again why I WANTED to have children? Seriously.
And yes, we DID threaten to make them sleep outside in the backyard like an animal if they didn't start respecting MY stuff!
p.s. the contest is till going on! I've had some great suggestions so far! If you haven't had a chance to enter, make a comment. I'm going to keep the drawing open until I feel that I have sufficient comments to boost my self esteem.
But I think I'm going to add to it. If any of you have any great ideas for a cover for my CD, or know a really good photographer, who can take a sexy picture of me for cheap (ahem, motherboard, hint, hint) let me know!
nnnkay?? (as quoted by Peter)