Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Why October Rocks . . .


Fan-flippin-tastic!


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Monday, September 29, 2008

A Few Things I Know.

I work with a bunch of teenagers. At the gym. At church. Surrounded by young'uns. Young people whose lot it seems to be in life to make me keenly aware of how old I am. To painfully remind me of how much I don't know anymore and how much of modern life I am not aware of. So sad. Anyway . . . I thought about it today and I have a lot of my own wisdom to impart. I don't hold out a lot of hope for my coworkers benefiting from it, but maybe my children. I'll preserve these things for them:
  • McDonald's has the best Coke. If you happen to be out for a Big Mac and you're thirsty, definitely get the Coke. If your sole purpose in going out is to get a Coke, definitely go to Micky D's.
  • Food tastes better if you don't have to cook it yourself. Most of the people I know cannot afford to eat out every night, so a crock pot almost works in a pinch. If you put the food in the night before and then remember to start it in the morning, it just about almost feels like you didn't cook. Kind of.
  • Beauty really IS in the eye of the beholder. My husband thinks I'm stunning. Seriously. And I've had his eyes checked and everything. Go figure.
  • Bath & Body Works' Japanese Cherry Blossom is MY scent. I smell fabulous when I wear it. Every woman should find her scent.
  • Running is NOT the ONLY way to work out. Fastest, most efficient, most effective? Yes. Only? No.
  • When you can only justify buying one pair of shoes on a given shopping trip always go for the hot pumps, not the sensible flats. You're welcome, men.
  • As long as we're talking about shoes, every woman should own a pair of knee high boots. And it's OK to wear them every Sunday, with every dress you own from October through February. Though you may need brown AND black to pull that off. Successfully.
  • When every fiber of your being is begging you to just go back to bed any opportunity you get, RESIST! The exhaustion is like a tidal wave that will completely consume you unless you stand firm and fight. Just because all my kids are in school all day doesn't mean I can sleep my life away. (The only exception to this is when you've recently given birth. In that case, SLEEP if you're ever lucky enough to find the opportunity.)
  • Just because my kids are all in school all day doesn't mean I have to spend all day cleaning, either. Happy medium. Keeping busy doesn't always mean work.
  • Pay your tithing. It's always worth it.

That's what was on my mind today. Welcome to the madness.


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Sunday, September 28, 2008

Hangin' With My Girls!!

Here is a brief account of the wonderful time I had last weekend. I've struggled with writing this post because something always seems to get lost in the translation from my memory to the written word. There is something about 15 year (and 24 year, Cathy) friendships that is unspeakable. True friendship is a unique, special, almost sacred thing. It might have something to do with feelings that can only be understood heart to heart and spirit to spirit. It might be how these people contributed so much to the person I am today. It might just be that they "get" me. Just know, as you read this, that where my words run thin there is an abundance of emotion that refuses to be pinned down and boxed up by my limited vocabulary.

WEDNESDAY
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We are all in three different states running around packing, cleaning, and preparing our homes and families for our absence. No small task. I am panicking as I look around my exceedingly humble home and wonder what these women are going to think of what I have done with the past twelve years and how it will stand up in comparison to their own. Then I realize who I'm talking about here, put those irrational fears out of my mind and just get excited. Cathy comes in first. I pick her up at the airport and we go get dinner. It's just like old times -- and we lament Aryn's absence. Then it's back to the airport for Maren and then Cynthia. I miss out on much of the conversation because Brent is texting me to see how much time he has left to finish folding the mountain of laundry I left him with. He's a dear. We head back to my house and I invite the girls into Campaign Headquarters/ Amy's Sweatshop. They all sit and hand write Sydney G 4 VP on 200 stickers for my daughter to pass out at school the next day. Now that's friendship. Talk a little, laugh a lot, my kids keep sneaking out of bed to spy on us, and then we go to sleep.
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THURSDAY
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Get my kids off to school. When I get home from student council drop-off everyone is up. We toy around with the idea of going to the gym to work out, but let the window of opportunity gracefully slip shut as we eat a leisurely breakfast and talk. A lot. We go to the nail salon for pedicures, but cannot convince Cathy to partake. No big. I TOTALLY get anxieties in any form.


There is some major cuteness going on here . . . Cynthia went lime green with white polka dots, I was chocolate brown with an intricate flower, and Maren got the iridescent purple, no design. Very elegant. Then off to lunch at Benihana.


Notice the Red Hat Club in the background. Such cute old ladies. Hope that's us in 30 years. After lunch we shop a little. Cathy and I get shoes. Cathy and Cynthia get matching sweaters. We run home and hang out with my kids until Brent gets home from work. We check into the hotel that evening. It is . . . . adequate. Humble. Fine. What was I expecting for $160. Total. For 3 nights. We head out for dinner at a cheap little Mexican place then go walk the mall to kill time before the sing-along showing of Mama Mia at the movie theater. Decide to call it a night early and head back to the hotel instead. Smart Maren brought Loaded Question which we play and laugh and then talk and laugh and then laugh and laugh until bedtime. The conversation turns toward the risque. It's about time! To be continued . . .


FRIDAY

This is the day designated for shopping. I get up early (not much of a sleeper-inner) and begin to get ready for the day. Everyone else gets up shortly and decide to go out walking. I stay behind -- I'm on vacation, folks. They come back before too long. We eat breakfast at the hotel then run over to the outlet mall. Maren finds a lovely maternity dress, we all shop for our kids and then convince Cynthia to get something spicy to surprise hubby when she gets home. Ooh la la. (She just had a baby -- what are friends for?!) We eat lunch at Olive Garden, which really hasn't changed a lick since we ate there in college. Thank goodness. We spend the afternoon laying around the hotel and laughing some more. Convince Cynthia to buy something really spicy for when she gets home and order one for Cathy while we're at it. Happy birthday. In the evening we head up to Scottsdale to the Jesterz Improv Comedy show. Poor Cynthia came away almost deaf in one ear thanks to a loud neighbor. We go to Applebees for half price appetizers then back to the hotel for more conversation and a little sleep.

SATURDAY

I drag everyone to my ward's Super Saturday. We spend the morning crafting and talking and generally enjoying life, I think. Aren't the magnet boards cute??? Back at the hotel we watch a documentary. OK, Cathy and I watch The King of Kong and giggle like school girls while Cynthia and Maren drift in and out of sleep. We plan to meet Brent and John and Marla (other old BYU friends) for dinner at 6:00. At 5:15 we go for a swim. Or more of an awkward "stand" in the water, but at least we can say we took advantage of all the amenities. We make it to dinner on time and enjoy a lovely evening catching up.

Back at the hotel after dinner we play Loaded Questions again and laugh some more. We watch Made of Honor and mourn how quickly the weekend passed. Don't want to go to sleep, but too tired not to.

SUNDAY

The alarm rings bright and early. We get Cathy to the airport then get ready for church. We look a little like a polygamist family sitting in the pew with Brent, the kids, and three women. Except that we were shy about 20 kids. Good times. Cathy texts during Relief Society to say that she made it home. Happy and sad at the same time. We go back to my house. Cynthia and Maren play games with my children and then we eat dinner. All too soon it is time to take them back to the airport, too. Sydney comes with us this time as now she feels a part of this "club" of friendship as well. On the way home from the airport she comments on how she hopes she'll have friends like this someday. Me, too, Sydney. I want that for you, kiddo. Everyone should have friends like these. Especially a girl who doesn't have sisters.

For a less verbose description of the weekend and to see where I lifted these fantastic photos from visit Cathy's blog. You'll be glad you did!


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Tagged, I'm IT!



The fourth image from the fourth folder in My Photos on my computer.

There are several other pictures I would have rather shown the world today, but I'm game. (Aryn, how did you know I needed some blogging motivation this week?!) This is me and B in Ensenada, Mexico in March. We were away from the kids together for the first time, I think, in our entire marriage. It was good. Real good.

Cathy, Tammy, Kristen, Sarah . . . GO!!! You're IT!


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Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Mean Girls

What is it about being 10 (or 8 or sometimes even 6) that turns some little girls into pure evil? Is it society? Do they learn it from their mothers? Or is it just the natural testing of boundaries and struggle for independence that causes this fierce competition in girls? And, AND, why can't they take out these aggressive feelings the way boys do? A little healthy sporting. Heck, even a shoving match as long as there were no bitter feelings when it was over.

My experience with girls this age (and now my vicarious experience through my daughter) is that they are pretty much divided into two groups: the jealous, conniving, back-stabbers and the naive innocents just trying to keep their head above water as they swim amongst the sharks every day. OK, maybe the lines are not so clearly drawn in the sand, but my heart breaks for my daughter when she gets mean little e-mails from her girl friends who want to "break up" with her. Why? No real reason. Jealous that she got a little attention for winning her election? Maybe. Heard from a friend who heard from a friend that Sydney wants to be BFF with someone else? Quite possible. Can't stand that she is friends with the boy this little girl likes? Also probable.

Sis and I spent the afternoon going through every possible scenario . . . Did you gossip about her? No. But if you did you need to apologize? I didn't. OK. I'm just saying IF. That's not it mom!!! OK. Have you been hanging out with other friends? Yes. Because M. won't talk to me. But why won't she talk to you? I DON"T KNOW!!!! Did you kiss her boyfriend? MOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!!! 'Cause girls don't like that you know. . . MOM! Stop! That is not why she is mad. Then why is she mad? I! DON"T! KNOW! Did T. tell her a lie about you to mess things up. Maybe. I wouldn't put it past her. Ugh! . . . . On and on and on for what seemed like forever.

Conclusion: One of three things is happening. 1. Sydney made a mistake, said something she shouldn't have and needs to apologize. Happens to the best of us. 2. M. (the mean friend) is being a brat to get attention and Sis just needs to hang out with her other friends until she gets over herself. That happened often when they were in bowling league together last summer. Or 3. T. (the super mean friend) has been stirring the pot and Sis just needs to hang out with her other friends and not look back. Ever. That's the scariest option because things always get worse before they get better with these kind of girls. Assuming they ever get better. Yikes.

That post about Girl's Weekend is still coming. My brain has been commandeered by this little tiff. I'm going to the library web site right now to find that book Queen Bees and Wannabes so I can maybe give my baby some more helpful advice. Right now "Keep hanging out with the boys" is the best I've got for her. Cathy, Cynthia, Maren: My kids have fallen in love with you. They speak of you fondly. And often.

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Monday, September 22, 2008

In Any Contest Someone Has to Lose . . .

The good news for Sydney is that someone also has to win!!!!!! And win she did with all the grace and gratitude a ten year old can muster. I am so dang proud of my baby girl today. Not only for running a good campaign and working hard, but for having such courage at such a difficult age. The courage to put herself out there so completely. The courage to throw caution to the wind and say to the world, "I want this," and then to go for it with all her heart even though it might mean being let down or embarrassed in the end. The courage to let her light shine and stand out in a crowd. All lessons she learned from her father. Today she is Brent's child through and through. (And you all know how much I love to take credit for all the good stuff our kids do.) I'm such a lucky, lucky girl to be surrounded by these fine people. Congrats to Sydney, B.E.S.'s newest Vice President. You Rock, Sis!

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Coming Soon:

A whole post about the super-wonderful Girl's Weekend that ended yesterday.

I'm exhausted today and I didn't take any pictures with my own camera (Cathy and Cynthia were very prolific photographers). I can't even think straight enough to put together an interesting post about it. Here's a teaser: fancy feet, tons of food, painfully loud laughter, documentaries, Super Saturday, Matthew Fox and non-stop catching up. Good, good times. More to come . . .

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Tuesday, September 16, 2008

A Day in the Life of a Potential Juror

Today, for the first time in my life, I had jury duty. Now, I've been called in the past and had it excused because of my children (breastfeeding, etc). Today I had no excuse. And I served. Here is what my day looked like:

9:45 -- Leave my house thinking I'm going to be WAY early and make a good impression. (On whom I would be making that impression, I'm not sure. Turns out I was simply one among the herd of cattle they had gathered in today. But it's nice to be prompt.)

10:15 -- Thanks to my lack of familiarity with the downtown area I pull into the parking lot just minutes before I am to report. Lots of anxiety. Can't see the shuttle I'm supposed to take so I decide to walk to the courthouse.

10:25 -- Going through security. Thank goodness I'm not late. Explain Brent's consecrated oil on the key chain to security x-ray lady.

10:30 -- Squeeze into what looks to be the only remaining seat and wait. Laugh silently at people coming in behind me who have to stand. Should have been as prompt as me.

10:40 -- Many names called and numbers handed out. Not mine. Feel a little inferior. If only I had left home earlier. Maybe then they would have wanted me for their stupid jury. Begin texting flirtatiously with Brent.

11:20 -- More names called and more numbers handed out. Still not my turn. What is wrong with me??? Anxiety heightens, but I get to move to a more comfortable seat. Small victories.

11:30 -- Released for lunch. Must be back by 1:00. Go outside and wander aimlessly with the rest of the herd.

11:45 -- Run into a lady I recognize from the gym. We eat salads together. Surprisingly, not as awkward as I anticipated.

12:45 -- Head back to juror assembly room. Explain Brent's consecrated oil to another security x-ray lady. Seriously, it's not a bomb, folks.

12:50 -- Oooh! Hitch is on. I lost my comfortable seat, but new one is almost as good.

1:30 -- Four more groups called in quick succession. Nobody wants me. Mope and try to read.

1:40 -- They send a bunch of people home, including my new friend from lunch. Sadly, I remain. Not good enough to make the cut, Not lucky enough to get sent home.

1:50 -- Consider laying on the floor for a nap, but decide the "tacky factor" is too high for me. Look around the room and marvel at the many and varied interpretations of the business casual dress code.

2:05 -- Finally my name is called!!!!! To go home!!! Yeah!!!!!

2:30 -- Waiting in line for shuttle, I decide to just walk back to parking lot since I made it OK before.

2:35 -- Realize I parked in the wrong lot (maybe that's why there wasn't a shuttle in the a.m.) and the lot I have chosen has a 2-hour limit. Sprint to car praying that I haven't got a ticket on my windshield.

2:36 -- Sigh of relief . . . no ticket. Drive home.

End of story for 18 months. It was an interesting day. Hope yours was fun, too.

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Sunday, September 14, 2008

Follow Up

My folks are fine. No power -- maybe for two weeks -- but fine. A neighbor's tree fell in the cul-de-sac and some water leakage through windows, but no real damage. Hooray!!!

My own little hurricane has been on house arrest all weekend. He seemed somewhat remorseful when he was writing his letters of apology tonight, but I don't know if I'm thoroughly convinced. I want to believe the best about my son, but I do know him pretty well . . . He definitely wants to avoid suspension (the next step, as the school has warned me) so maybe tomorrow will be a better day.

I have jury duty Tuesday. I don't even want to talk about that. I am soooooooo ready for GIRLS WEEKEND starting Wednesday. Seriously!

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Friday, September 12, 2008

Preparedness

I'm worried, as is anyone who knows anyone in Houston tonight as we all wait with bated breath for this monster


to make landfall. To say it's troublesome is an understatement, but what can you do? Sit and wait and pray. And brace myself for another storm that has been brewing closer to home. That is how I spent my day. You see, Dylan has been sent to the Principal's office again. And again. And yet again. Twice yesterday and once today. He has been caught with those stupid Bakugan toys at school (they don't belong to him and he "doesn't remember" where they came from) and he lied to his teacher, the assistant principal, and the principal about it. Nice. He needed to be grounded. He needed to spend some serious time in his room. I knew it. I think he knew it. And history told me that he wasn't going quietly into that good night. So, he had a few hours to prepare to give me his worst and I also had a few hours to make sure our home would weather this storm. FEMA would be proud.




Turns out it was mostly unnecessary. He was very humble and went straight up to the room without a word when I told him to. Humble, but not very remorseful from what I can tell. Arrrrrrgh!!! What is a mom to do? I was a good student. I don't even understand what is going through his mind at all. I keep thinking of something my mom always says: You have to laugh otherwise you'd cry. That helps a little. Anyway . . . Mom, Dad, if you have power tomorrow morning and you can read this, I love you!!! Good luck and be safe. Come to Phoenix if you need.

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Thursday, September 11, 2008

Strategery

So, I confessed my wicked little campaign poster plan the other day to help ensure that my daughter wins her election at school. I fear I have another confession to make. (Is there some kind of support group for this?)

Anyway . . . I got to thinking . . . there is only one kid running for President. The "crazy popular" kid who so intimidated Sydney must have also scared other children away. There are 4 kids running for VP. Count 'em, 4!!! The popular kid is a shoo-in for Pres because he is running uncontested, right? He's also a friend of Sydney's. They are supposed to make commercials for the morning announcements. Hmmmmm . . . (that's the sound of me scheming). I (innocently) thought that maybe Sydney and Lukas could do their commercials together and essentially endorse one another. Just for fun. Brilliant, huh? Now all she has to do is convince him. Is it wrong that I care so much about this? Does that make me one of those sad, kinda' creepy stage moms who live vicariously through their children? Whatever. Shut up.

VOTE SYDNEY G & LUKAS ON SEPT. 19!!!

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Tuesday, September 9, 2008

IF . . .

IF Brent had taken the van to work today and left me the car without air conditioning. . . .
IF I had just gone straight home after hanging Syd's campaign posters this afternoon . . .
IF Brent had not called me at that exact moment . . .
IF I had not been stupid enough to answer my cell phone at that exact moment . . .
IF I had just gone back to bed this morning and stayed there all day like I wanted to . . .
I would have avoided this:

Fender bender. Totally my fault. Totally sucks. So many ways this could have been avoided. So many promptings ignored. Ah, well. No injuries. No sense beating myself up over it.

If I had done any of those things I maybe could have avoided this accident, but I may have also missed the super fun field trip I went on with Riley. Or the great food and conversation with friends at the Mongolian BBQ place for lunch. Or the smile on my son's face when we finally found those elusive Bakugan balls at the third store we visited. Would I have traded any of that? I don't know.

Life is a series of little oppositions. The highs and the lows. The good and the bad. The joyful family reunions and the crappy car wrecks. You can never know what the day's going to bring. But you can know (as I now do) not to answer your phone while driving. What a loser!

[PS: This wreck may have been karma because I did a really mean thing this afternoon. This not-so-nice little girl named Makenna is also running for VP at Syd's school. She hung her posters up yesterday. Today we walked through the school and hung one of Sydney's posters next to every one of hers. And I maybe might have made sure that Sydney's posters were more prominent than hers. Every time. See, mean! I didn't say that plan out loud to my child who was just carrying the stapler and putting up whatever I handed her wherever I suggested. But it was definitely my plan. My evil, evil, terrible plan. Don't judge me!]


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Monday, September 8, 2008

It's Just Not the Same Without Brent Around . . .

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Here's proof that almost anything is more fun in my man's company. OK, maybe not a trip to the "lady doctor" or the fabric store (I know from sad experience), but certainly a cruise. Enjoy! (After about 3 minutes it's all just more of the same -- feel free to turn it off early.)

(Mom, Ann, Kennedy, avert your eyes for a moment when he removes the microphone from the stand. You can thank me later.)


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I'm Just Going to Vote for Her . . .

My own little Sarah Palin. Cute, huh? This was family night tonight -- coloring campaign posters. I was hesitant to encourage her to run again this year after her devastating loss in the election for Treasurer last year. Brent's wisdom prevailed, however. He thought she needed to get right back on that old political horse and this time go for the whole enchilada. She planned to run for president until some kid who is "crazy popular" also decided to run. VP is good enough for our baby. And it rhymes with G, so, you know, destiny. Win or lose she'll be OK. She's crazy tough like that. And she'll have a staunch supporter/ campaign manager/ early morning chauffeur to student council meetings/ warm hug at the end of election day in her mom. What more does a little girl need? Ummm, a good speech writer? 500 "Sydney G 4 VP" stickers? T-shirts? Oh, yeah. Wish us luck . . .

VOTE SYDNEY G ON SEPTEMBER 19!!!

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Sunday, September 7, 2008

What a Great Weekend!





My little boy's all grown up and accountable for his own sins now. Ha ha. It was really fun to have both sides of the family, friends both older (John Arnold) and newer (the Arizona gang), and coworkers in attendance. What a blessing to be surrounded by family and friends on such a special day. We almost didn't all fit in the primary room for the confirmation. I loved it.

We all had lunch back at the house after. Riley wanted a cupcake buffet -- actually those are my words, not his. He said something more along the lines of, " . . . a table full of cupcakes -- more than one kind". Got it. I made 4 kinds -- chocolate mousse, cream cheese spice, peanut butter and jelly, and ice cream cone. 18 dozen mini cupcakes to be exact. (Thanks for frosting them all, Ann!) And two huge salads. Yummy.

It was a near perfect day. I only regret that there is just one of me and so many people I wanted to talk to in such a limited amount of time. And that I forgot to put on the perfectly beautiful bracelet I had planned my whole outfit around. Ugh! I also hope that the sheer quantity of my family members in this tiny house didn't scare Don and Ann (Brent's parents) away for good. It was probably a little overwhelming. Anyway . . . Riley is a pretty special kid. He's been given some heavy burdens to bear and I know that he has already felt the comforting influence of the Holy Ghost. It'll be fun to watch him grow and progress as he prepares to serve his mission. What a great little guy.

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Friday, September 5, 2008

Hello, Lovely! Where Have You Been All My Life?

Some people are ironers. My friend Tammy is an ironer. Brent's mom is an ironer. I am not. Have not ever been. Will not ever be. And now I won't look like quite the slob that I really am. It's a dream come true. Downy, have you been reading my diary?

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Thursday, September 4, 2008

Let's Dish . . .


Soooooo, Sarah Palin. What do you think?! I watched her speech last night and I think I like her. In fact, I really like her. Am I dumb for liking her? Am I missing something when I feel like I maybe want her to be my Vice President? And am I sexist or too old fashioned when I think that her sweet little 4 month old baby needs her to not be my Vice President?


Every time they showed that sweet, tiny little boy in the arms of his not-much-bigger big sister, I wanted to cry. Kids that little need a mom who's home when they come home from school. A warm hug at the end of a long school day and, sometimes, a shoulder to cry on. Years from now when her little guy is grown up will she regret missing all the hours she could have just spent cuddling him? I know these thoughts never cross my mind when I think about the male candidates. They never even crossed my mind when I considered Hillary. Last night I found myself liking this woman so much, I just want her to do what's right for her family. I want her to be a great mom and Vice President. I'm just not sure it's possible to do both. I'm also not sure it's fair to use my vote to make that decision for her. Do we focus on her qualifications and leave the family stuff to her or do we consider the big picture? Who knows?!

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Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Hanna, Ike, Josephine . . . We Need to Talk.


I don't usually hold intimate conversations with hurricanes, but this is real important so I'm making an exception.

You know I don't wish ill on anyone. Certainly New Orleans needs a break. I guess I don't really know what I'm asking of you, but I feel I must tell you that if my parents can't fly out of Houston Friday to come visit me, your fury will be no match for mine. Hear me now and hear me good. Not Houston. Not Friday. After I have them in my possession here in Arizona, you may have your way with the Gulf. (Minimal damage to their home would be a bonus -- I'll put that out there.) I will gladly keep them here for as long as you need. Just get them here. Thanks a million! Have a great day, now.

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Tuesday, September 2, 2008

And Friends Like These . . .

NOW, I don't mean to brag, but I'm going to for a minute here. I've had darn good friends my whole stinkin' life. And when you know that I moved every couple of years growing up and was always having to make new friends, you know what a feat that is. Not once did I get in with a "bad crowd" or anything remotely like that. I enthused about my most recent friends yesterday. Today I'm going to rewind a little bit to my college years. The BYU phase, if you will.

These are some of the people I remember most fondly and with whom I have kept in touch. (Another near-miraculous feat for a phoneaphobe like me.) In fact this photo was taken two years ago at a Girl's Weekend in Vegas. Sooo fun. And they're coming here to Phoenix in three weeks for round two. I'm so excited I can hardly stand it. I'll introduce you:

Aryn was sort-of the ringleader for all our wildest adventures freshman and sophomore year (before her mission and law school when she got all smart on us. . . ) She is one of the funniest, most enjoyable people you could ever hope to spend time with. She is also extremely smart and just altogether "with it". She (probably unintentionally) reminds me that I need to be a better citizen and inspires me to do so. She can't come to the Girls Weekend this time and I will miss her dearly. (OK, we all will, but this happens to be MY blog.)

Cynthia went from total stranger to life-long friend in the space of about 5 minutes when, first week of school at BYU, she came into the dorm room Cathy and I shared, laid down on the bed and cried out her homesickness. That's just how she rolls and I admire it. Emotional honesty is something I'm barely familiar with. She is fun and generous and creative. Can't wait to see her . .

Cathy . . . I could go on forever about Cathy. She is my oldest friend --and I'm not talking age because she's obviously the same age as me which is young, people. We met when I was an awkward, unattractive twelve year old and we moved to Minnesota. I lived on the wrong side of the tracks --EWWW, Richfield -- and I had, literally, no friends at school. She was from Edina -- that name still makes me shrink in inferiority -- and she had more friends than she knew what to do with. Everyone has always liked Cathy. And for some reason, against all odds, she liked me. When we were twelve we made plans to room together at BYU. No one took it seriously. We were just kids. What did we know? Six years later there we were in 2120 Stover Hall unpacking our boxes while Cynthia cried on Cathy's bed. The rest was history. She is fantastic because I can always be myself with her. And as a result she has seen me at my worst. But also my best, I think, sometimes.

Maren is not in the above picture, but she will be coming to Girls weekend , too. I didn't really know her freshman year, although we were in the same ward. She lived on the third floor and I was the second. Those were hard stairs to travel, I guess. The boundaries of my world were pretty small back then. I remember Maren most from the Campus Plaza years. She made the best turkey sandwiches and knows everything about Russian literature. She was the voice of reason, but she was still soooo much fun to be with.

September is shaping up to be a pretty good month for me. Family comes this weekend for Riley's baptism and then . . . . GIRLS WEEKEND!!!! Super fun. End brag.


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Monday, September 1, 2008

Everyone Should Have Friends Like These.

We just got home from the funnest Labor Day pool party and I decided we must really be livin' right. (That's what my mom used to say when good things happened.) We have the best friends any family could ever ask for. I don't know if it was on purpose or not, but they have totally taken care of me and the kids while Brent was gone. They've invited us over almost every day and fed us and helped entertain our kids. Life is pretty stinkin' good. And it will be better at 8:10 p.m. when Brent's plane lands at Sky Harbor Airport. More than one person today commented on how it's just not the same without him around. And they were right.

So, Riley asked me the other night how long I thought we would be friends with these families and I told him that when he got married these people would probably be there. "Wow," he said. "That's gonna' be a long time." Yes. Yes, it is.

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