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Friday, July 31, 2009

If you think you've had a bad day, wait til you read this!



It started out a seemingly early, but normal day. There were things scheduled all day long, and the kids, although they could sleep in, decided to arise before 7am. Ugh. So it was on to all the normal things, breakfast, getting dressed, you know the drill. I had a rather lengthy email that needed to be sent. I typed it all out. Started spell checking it when WHAM! It's gone. Fabulous, got to rewrite long email. Ok, done and sent. It was Violet's school registration day and since we were up, I figured we'd go at 8 - 8:30am, before volleyball. I got everyone loaded in my car when the horrible, terrible, no good, rather bad day began.

I got a phone call from someone, and I needed to repair some damage that I had inadvertently done, again. So it was a rush back into the house while the kids were in the car, to send another email to hopefully clarify the matter. Flustered and in a hurry because I was behind schedule I hurried back out to the car, closing the door behind me. It wasn't until the door was completely shut that I realized my keys were still in the house.

I had thrown them down by the computer so I could have two hands to type - and didn't pick them back up before I left the house. I tried for about 20 minutes to break in - but to no avail. Every door and window was shut tight. Woo Hoo for me! By this point I was a blubbering fool - emotions - who need them? I think I would rather be an android!

So, I had available to me, only the things out side of my home and in my car. Luckily I did have my phone, which helped. I got to walk over to the school with my kids and my sprained ankle. Mostly register Vi - but I did not have my checkbook, so some will need to be finished later, yay. Then I got to push the over 80lbs stroller of kids, uphill (no joke) 6 blocks or 7 or 8 blocks to play volleyball. And all this walking was done in sandals for me not very sturdy for a sprained ankle. Violet ended up with a blister by the end of the afternoon.

My biggest problem was that my kids had swimming lessons at noon. Oh - on a side note, I had called Darin, but he had already made it to work. He is an hour away from home. He was only working a half day that day because work was paying for everyone to go to Boondocks. It is a very fun (and expensive) place that has go carts, bumper boats, batting cages,mini golf, that kind of thing. And then he was scheduled to have a meeting to work on his computer game after work. Well, since Darin was only supposed to work a half day anyway, he was told that if he needed to leave to bring me a key (it would take him over 2 hours for the round trip) that he would need to use vacation time, of which he didn't have any since he just had the 24th off.

Thus, I was on my own until Darin could make it home after his half day of work. So, swimming lessons. All three kids are in lessons, and I go with Myra to the mom & me class. So that means I need to find 1 baby, 1 boy, 1 girl, 1 mom swim suit, 4 towels, 2 swim diapers & 2 plastic pant to go over the swim diaper. There was no way I was going to purchase new things - so the phone calls began. I got a few answering machine, but was eventually able to round up most of what I needed - minus one plastic swim pant (don't tell!).




I had to leave volleyball early so I could walk over to my friends house. She lent me most stuff - but she has only girls and I had another friend bring some swim trunks. So we got all changed (she is smaller than me so her swim shorts were a little tight - but manageable) and she drove us to the pool. So nice not to have to walk up the huge hill. By this point my ankle is hurting pretty bad and is more swollen than usual. When we got to the pool, Myra saw the playground and wanted to swing and not swim. Her tantrum began.

She was mad for the entire lesson and eventually ripped off my sunglasses enough times that she broke them. And then she would splash me in my eyes (I wear contacts) and my eyes are still in pain. I tried for about 5 minutes to get the screw from the bottom of the pool, but it is hard when you can't open your eyes under water. So - no more glasses for me.

So, we get back to my friends (who is a life savor by the way. Thanks Aubrey!) and we changed out of her swim things and threw them in the wash, realizing something was missing. Crap! Nothing I could do about it at the moment, so I'd deal with it later. She fed us - mostly so she didn't have to listen to my kids whine any longer and appeased them.

At this point, I called Darin to see if he was coming home. He was. I was relieved, but felt horrible since he was not getting to go and play at Boondocks like he had been looking forward to doing for months. He decided it wasn't worth the gas to come all the way home and then go back. I felt so bad, and he was severely disappointed as well. I'm sure I'll hear about that one for a long time to come.

So, around 2pm (5 and 1/2 hours later) I am able to get back into my house. I have a brief moment to shower, and then take Ashton to the dentist to check on a filling. We were in question as to whether it had fallen out or not. Filling good - but now I was late to my visiting teaching appointments. One plus was that I didn't have to take my kids with me. Myra slept until 5pm because she was so exhausted. So after my visiting teaching I go back tot he pool and retrieve lost item, return it, then return home to chaos.

I try to clean and make a couple follow-up phone calls that I needed to make for the heart walk. I ask Darin when he is going to his meeting. He informs me that they are not meeting today because he can't be there (the meeting's take place near his work) so everyone is going to be behind their goal schedule now. Great, more guilt for me. Head off to another visiting teaching appointment after dinner with a very unhappy husband - get there, no one's home. She forgot. Go back home and find that Darin was going to take the kids to a softball practice and now they are pissed they don't get to go and play. Fine. We all go. Luckily it was a cool night and I could just think and do nothing for a couple hours. Oh, I had fixed my sunglasses, but Myra broke them again at the ball park.

I think that my face is still puffy, red and swollen from all of the crying. It is so easy to do when you are upset, frustrated and feeling bad for disappointing people. Mostly Darin. We had a whopper of a fight before ball practice. I don't think it will ever be resolved. Ugh, I hate fighting and feeling crummy. Boy was I glad to crawl in bed with enough Ibuprofen to abate the throbbing feet and put the day behind me. I kept repeating to myself, all day, "Tomorrow is another day!"
And yes, we have a spare key at a neighbors house, but they happened to be on vacation this week. Lucky me. I am glad that I had my kids with me. Imagine if I would have locked Myra in the house by herself? Bad Bad. This is long, and I have a list a mile long to get done today since so much got abruptly changed yesterday. Enjoy your day.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Help spread CHD Awareness

Paul Cardall put together this wonderful video. If you watch close you will see Elaine. Thank you Paul!

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Helping with the Dishes: Follow up to helping with laundry

When I was around 12 or 13 years old my family moved to a new home in Healdsburg, Ca. The home had one of those "New Fangled" contraptions called a "Dishwasher". Previous to this we had almost always used one sink to wash and one sink to rinse to do the dishes.


It was my turn to do the dishes with the dishwasher. I rinsed the dishes off and placed them in the dish washer. I poured the dry granules of dishwasher detergent into the detergent receptacle, closed the door and started the washer. about 30 minutes later all of the fun happened.


Endless suds were pouring out of the front vents of the dishwasher out on to the floor of the kitchen. It kept pouring out until the whole kitchen floor was covered in a mix of bubbles and water.


What happened? I used laundry detergent in the dishwasher! Note to the wise - Don't do that! Putting dishwasher detergent in the laundry was much more calm and un-eventful when compared to the disaster of using laundry detergent in the dishwasher.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Reading Labels is important.

A little background on Darin, he has not really had to do much of his own laundry. He lived with his parents, then to the MTC where he did his own laundry for a few weeks. On his mission they lived with families and had the mom do their laundry. After the mission it was back home until he got married and had me to do laundry.


So, while I was on vacation in California without him, he needed some clean clothes (surprise surprise) and so he ventured into the world of laundry. He was so proud of himself, that when I got home, we said he was going to continue to do laundry...okay, fine. Well, I was in the laundry room with him while he was starting a load of laundry and saw him put the detergents. "What is that?" I ask. "Laundry detergent.", comes the reply. "Umm, I think you should really read the label on tat one!" Yep, that's rights, he'd been washing clothes for two weeks with dishwasher detergent. You go, Darin! In his defence they were both white powder, although similar but different containers.

He hasn't done laundry since.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

The sealed portion of the Hymn Book


I remember a time in out ward as a youth, that we would sing absolutely no familiar songs at church. Our music leader would say, "there is no sealed portion of the hymn book." She was a firm believer in that statement. I agree it is fun to learn new songs, but when you have a squirming, screaming kid on your lap and you don't know the song in the slightest, you don't get to sing. I don't know how things are in your ward, but we don't have many loud singers, so when it is a mystery song....it sounds like everyone is mumbling.


I love singing. It is a great way of giving praise. If I don't know a song (or any sung int he meeting) it is sad to me because I don't feel like it's acceptable. I feel like it should feel similar to when you perform a song - you sing well and enjoy it, not stumble through and mumble.

I can appreciate singing one song during a meeting that is less sung. How else would we familiarize our selves with it, but all four is far too much! I did recognize one, but still couldn't sing because of aforementioned kids on my lap.

Just for you to learn a little about me, in case you are interested, I love to sing Christmas, Patriotic and Eater (not the depressing sounding ones - there aren't enough uplifting Easter songs in the hymnal in my opinion) songs with as much gusto and feeling as possible, because - I don't know why. I love singing "Hallelujah!!" They make me all emotional and happy = crying. Like I heard today, maybe my kidneys are next to my eyes....? I really enjoy singing. It can be the highlight of my day!

Monday, July 6, 2009

What can you do?

I saw this list on Andrea’s blog and thought it was a great thing to share. I whole heartedly agree with what it says. I hope this helps you in future situations. I think the list should be distributed at all funerals to avoid bad situations.

mICHELLE'S LIST(ANGEL JAMES' MOM)

When Someone you Love is Bereaved

I know a lot of people just "don't know what to say/do" so they don't do anything. Not doing anything is the wrong answer. Hopefully this list can help you help the ones you love in their journey of Grief.

1. First and foremost TALK about the loved one who's passed. Even if it uncomfortable at first, it will become easier.

2. If you didn't know the person at all or very well, ask to hear about them and learn of them through stories.

3. Don't ever put a time line on someone's grief.

4. Saying things like, "They are in a better place." Really isn't comforting. It makes the bereaved feel like the place they had with them wasn't good.

5. If you don't know what to say, just say, "I'm So sorry you have to go through this."

6. If the person needs to analyze the circumstances surrounding the death, let them just talk and rehash anything as many times as they need to.

7. Don't assume they are ever "better." It never gets better and will be a part of them for the rest of their lives.

8. Don't underestimate how frazzled, absent minded & spacey grief can make you.

9. Pamper them if you have means. Retail Therapy worked great for me! So did pedicures and getting my hair done, I felt awful on the inside, at least I could try to feel good about me on the outside.

10. Love notes. Emails. Thinking of You cards. Thinking of the bereaved person cards.

11. Do not, I stress Do not get offended if your loved one doesn't answer his/her phone or return your calls. Don't assume that they don't appreciate your effort. It's just that someone bereaved doesn't want to put on a "happy voice." and burden everyone with their grief.

12. Most bereaved people will not offer information on how they are doing unless they truly feel like you want to know.

13. Validate.Validate.Validate. Please whatever you do, don't compare your loved ones loss to someone elses' "harder loss". Every loss is hard. Comparing makes the person feel like they shouldn't struggle because it could be worse.

14. The comment "but aren't you grateful you know you'll see them again" isn't comforting. It is not a fix all. It is comforting, but it doesn't take the pain out of not having them now.

15. Just make sure they know you love them. Be a shoulder to cry on.

Death by Zucchini




I am in need of any fabulous recipes to use zucchini. We have a plethora in our garden already. I have a couple good ways to use it, but need more. I know it can be added to chocolate cake recipes and such. I am open to any ideas and suggestions. If you want some, come and get it!!