Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Mix eight adults, a wet, foggy beach, constant clouds, wind, tents, and too many kids 12-18 years old...and watch what happens


On Thursday, July 30-Saturday, August 1, I was at Dillons Beach and Lawson's Landing for three days and two nights roughing it... in cold, misty fog and scary toilets. We had a stalwart group of youth aged 12-18. I was there with tireless youth leaders who are such great examples to me. April our energizer bunny YW Pres who our Bishop was inspired to call. Erin and Lisa (3 mos away from giving birth to her sixth) who provided more than enough food for all the kids and adults...and then some. Amie who brought the camper for the women leaders, literally saved us. Aaron the YM Pres who like April was unstoppable in energy and joy. Rob who could capture attention without a bullhorn and could get down and have fun with the kids.


We listened at the fireside, to my friend Candice share some frank and inspiring words to the youth about following the standards the Lord has set. Her message warmed our hearts and touched our souls. Our Bishop shared stories from his youth and inspired our youth to strive to be good examples.


I survived, given that I'm no camper. Camping to me is work. When I go on vacation I don't want to work. I came home with three small cuts on my left palm from various camping tasks, and four chipped nails in varying array of annoyance... I don't know why I didn't pack a nail clipper. Oh wait... reread the first sentence of this paragraph.


I returned home to find two little girls who missed me. A sexy husband who not only had a brilliantly fun time with our girls, but who replaced a sink disposal, did yard work and kept the house cleaner than when I left.


I returned with a greater appreciation for the simple task of walking a few steps from my bed to my bathroom in the middle of the night. I even ate strawberries that weren't triple washed in salt water... I hear dirt will do me good...


The last day, the sun finally broke through the clouds. We had an amazingly lovely time out at the beach. Despite the cold, the wet and the wind... the youth remained remarkably positive. As did all our leaders. It was a fantastic youth conference. Perhaps the Lord was smiling on us that last day...."well done".

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

An Honest Man




So I cheated.

Our book group last month was supposed to read John Adams by David McCullough.

I had every intention to. I read fast. I chew through books. For some reason I only got to page 43 of the only 656 pages. I can do that in a day and a half...but not this one.

Not because it was dull or uninteresting... but because it was packed so full of fascinating information. I think I underlined more of the book than I read (is that possible?).

So, since I had to host book group the last Wed of July - I did what any kid in high school probably still does. Find a movie to watch about it.

My friends Netflix and HBO came to the rescue. It's a three-disc, 7 part, miniseries. I watched this with my husband. We were fascinated. It was rich with history, stellar acting (Paul Giamatti and Laura Linney) and heart.



In the discussion at book group - it turned out only one of our number had finished the entire book - just hours before our meeting. Even our discussion leader hadn't finished the book.

Some things came out... as I hadn't finished the last disc of the series. I thought Thomas Jefferson was an amazing character. I came to like him a lot through those first two discs. He was a polished man who was more comfortable writing words than oration. My friend who had read the book - totally disliked him. When I watched the third disc, I found a Jefferson I didn't like much.

John Adams on the other hand I respected. He was a man. A man who desired honesty, spoke frankly and thrived on action. I admire his vision, his fortitude and for his love of Abigail, his indomitable wife. I have to admit - I completely related to, and empathized with Adams. His style, honesty, and sometimes frustration at not being understood totally resonated with me.

I loved the friendship, devotion, and love John and Abigail had. I love that while he was a fiery, man of action who often spoke before he thought - he was willing to be chastised, lovingly by his wife. He would take her kind, criticisms to heart, and change. I loved that he valued her opinion above all others. I love that he needed her, and she needed him. I love that they were both people of strong morals, and deep courage.

I couldn't help but admire our forefathers of this great nation. To do the things they did to bring to life the birth of a new nation, while eeking out survival in a wild country - is nothing short of miraculous. I am grateful that our founders believed in, trusted in, and felt accountable to God.


I am grateful to John Adams' posterity. For the sacrifices they had to make so that their father could build a place of freedom. The book and miniseries deals so much with Adams' own family. It was poignant, and painful to watch. It struck home the simple fact - that yes, we can do great things, but at what cost? Each choice we make demands a sacrifice. We have to decide what we value most, and then - accept those consequences, good, or ill from our choices.

There's a scene where Adams is in France asking the French to help fight against the British. Adams is sitting at a lavish banquet hall with the elite of France. The contrast of an established, wealthy, gaudy country, versus our new, rough and tumble, poor country couldn't be starker. I think one of the French ladies asked Adams about art... or some such thing. He states so eloquently something to the effect that he doesn't have the luxury of studying art or music, he fights so that his sons and daughters will study law and commerce, and that their children will study finance and medicine so that their children will have the opportunity to study art and music. (I know this is a total hack-job of a memory - but you get the gist). Each generation stands on the other generation's shoulders... based on sacrifices each generation makes. It was a perfect response to the French who applauded Adams.

One of the other things I loved about this miniseries is the frankness of how things were done back in the 1700-1800s. There's no glamor - there's work, by the sweat of their brow. There's John Adams, after he's retired from serving as President of the United States, working in his own field, building his own fence, mending his own tools. For some reason I really, really like that. It makes me sad that someone of Adams' stature - the honest type - would never, ever get elected today. (I also hope to be proven wrong)

I also thought it was fascinating how we often hold our founding fathers on pedestals - at least I do. And watching this I discovered that sabotage, politics as usual, and power-grabbing were greatly alive during their time. Benjamin Franklin, Alexander Hamilton and Thomas Jefferson were effective in their use of slyness, and the politics that we despise in our leaders today. It was sad to see that our great war general, George Washington was easily manipulated by Alexander Hamilton in matters of politics.

After we became a new nation, Hamilton for his part wanted war, when France needed our help for their failed revolution. Why? Because it would bolster his party's grab for the Presidency. He even promoted a national debt to keep the federal gov't powerful. I understand certain things were needed... it's the intention, the ambition, that disturbs me. Human nature - hasn't changed.

It was sobering to find out that the media of today was not much different than the media of yesterday. Still sniping, still tearing down, still utterly biased, still completely powerful.

Remember that painting... that revered, famous "Signing of the Declaration of Independence" piece of art by John Trumbull?


Yeah... Adams' hated it. It was something he knew would twist the truth of reality. I'd always operated on the assumption that the signing happened, just like in this picture. All the delegates in a hot, humid, suffocating room. Turns out when the declaration was signed our new country was at war. The signers were running in an out of the city during a dangerous time, signing their names on this document penned by Thomas Jefferson. Not only that - it took great courage to do so. For if we had not been victorious against England, they would be tried, and put to death as traitors to the crown.

I also loved this comment in the movie where after John Adams is President and one of his colleagues says something like "you should be proud - the people are with you." John Adams responds with something like "just because the mob are with you doesn't make them less of a mob."

Watching this, learning and relearning things I had forgotten - made me incredibly grateful. Grateful for this blessed country, with it's faults, and possibilities. I am grateful for the men, and the even more amazing women like Abigail, who counciled their husbands wisely, and raised the next generation of citizens, grateful because I have the privilege of living in this great nation.

The closing quote from John Adams hit home. We show our gratitude for them - the great men, women and children who sacrificed their lives - and for this freedom we take for granted, all freely given... by exercising, protecting, and sharing it.

"No, posterity, you will never know how much it cost us to preserve your freedom. I hope that you make good use of it. If you do not, I shall repent in Heaven that I ever took half the pains to preserve it."
- John Adams

Monday, August 10, 2009

My Hot Baby

so cuddly, so sweet... so kissably cute

We're back... I have loads to say... but right now I'm nursing my baby. She reached a high of 104.2 Sun evening...after dealing with a 101-102 fever Sat. The fever finally broke today - but she also threw up... poor, poor flu baby.

On the plus side, we didn't leave the house all day, I didn't put any clothes on... ran around in my g's all day...and was able to spend some quality time with my oldest working on school work in prep for her first day of Kindergarten next week.

Shockingly, my house is still clean...and orderly. (I have to thank my hubby for cleaning when I was out for Youth Conference - for my Church chaperoning 12-18 year old guys and gals).

Anywho... more later. Tchau!

Monday, July 27, 2009

Goddess of Fundom

I was thinking about one of my friends who works and has children. She's told me how hard it is juggling time to be there, time to work and time to get all the things of life completed.

I started thinking about how grateful I am that for now, during this present time, my husband's job allows me the freedom to stay at home and be with my girls.

It's something I'm so accustomed to that I almost take it for granted some days. I shouldn't take it for granted. I've never been one to enjoy a regimented day, and because I don't work outside the home I have the freedom to create my days with my girls. We can schedule a busy week splashing around at the gym pool, running around a park, enjoying a delish tea party, or on whim spend the day in our pajamas drawing, reading and imagining.

I just feel so free. I have my husband to thank for this, and the blessings of Heaven that he has this job. I know it's not easy in this current time. So for me I almost feel a bit spoiled. Frankly, I am grateful to be a bit spoiled.

I am so grateful to be a woman. I am so grateful to be a wife. I am so grateful to be a mother. I am so grateful that I have the freedom to create nourishing meals, tasty desserts and to share that pleasure with my family. I am so grateful that I can use my strengths to organize play groups, book groups and put together fun parties and events. I am so grateful that I can teach my daughters, and learn right along with them. I am so grateful that I'm just as curious as a 2 and 4 year old. I am so grateful that my husband loves when I want to take classes, try new things and experience amazing events and places. I am so grateful that he is a team player and that he is one of the most supportive and patient men I know.

I don't know about you - but being a goddess of hearth and home is extremely liberating. I get to be here for all the fleeting, precious moments. I get to try and capture those moments for my family. Yeah, I'm spoiled... and I live in a kingdom of fun and freedom - FUNDOM baby. LOVE IT.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Payoff

So I'm looking at a website at toy kitchenettes.

AGG: I LOVE that kitchen.

DD: NO, I LOVE that kitchen.

AGG: No, that's only for me.

DD: I don't like you.

AGG: I don't like you.

QS: You know what - you both can like the kitchen - but I'm not buying it because all you do is fight with each other.

DD: I love you.

AGG: I love you too, can we have the kitchen?

This is all kinds of wonderful



I can't even begin to tell you how much I love this.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

1 Reason Not to Get out of Bed Today


1. Colin Firth called me a "naughty little minx"

....it was in a dream - but worth staying in bed.


Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Obama Care Yay or Nay? The TRUTH About Canada!


Anyone who believes Socialized medicine (government run health insurance) is a good idea - must already have brain damage.




Friday, July 10, 2009

Princely Conversation

Today in the car on our way to Costco.
If you need a reminder - DD is Dauntless Daughter who is 2.5 years. AGG is Avant Garde Gal who is 4.5 years.

DD talking to a Prince Charming figure (Snow White's prince)

DD: Do you think I'm beautiful?

DD (as the Prince): Yes, you're VERY beautiful.

DD: Then you can be my prince.

AGG: I want him to be my prince.

DD: No - it's my Prince Philip because I'm Aurora.

AGG: But there's a Philip on So You Think You Can Dance. He is a Philip too!

DD: Oh, there's another Philip?

AGG: Yes, he can be your Prince.

DD: Um, well, no thank you.

AGG: Remember when we saw Philip dance and we said, "WHOO HOO PHILIP!!"?

DD: Uh huh.

AGG: I like Philip.

--Lady Gaga's "Let's Dance" starts on the radio--

AGG: This is my song!

--both girls start dancing in their 5-point harness car seats...I am thoroughly entertained--

Summer, Summer, Summertime

There's been a lack of posting due to the fact that this summer - I'm doing less cleaning, blogging...more getting out and exploring with the girls. Also... I get tired after all our little adventures because I'm just not as spry...also...uploading pics to blogger takes so long... I feel like lazy Mayzie.

I started a play group this summer with friends from school, neighborhood and church. When we returned from Utah on June 7th - the group started on June 9th.

The week after was CRAZY.

Monday we had a play date at our local CSD park with AGG's friend K. They love this park because of the sand box. I like the soft rubber flooring. We did a picnic of course.


Tuesday we did a little hike in our community. We have tons of trails that the home builder carved into the area. So we took the kids on a "easy" hike. Then we picnicked at a park. The kids did well - but they all kept asking for food, even though they'd had breakfast just before the hike.




Wednesday my friend Valerie and her daughter K came with us to San Francisco to meet up with my fabulous friend from BYU Soccermom - to go through the California Academy of Sciences Museum. It's free every third Wednesday. I guess everyone else decided to go too - so we ended up going to the de jong Museum Cafe for lunch and then strolling the Japanese Tea Garden. DD of course - fell in.

lunch at the de jong museum café - DD, AGG and K

at the Japanese Tea Gardens


This is the pond DD fell into after we'd finished our tour of the garden. This picture is taken at the beginning of our walk in the gardens. The bamboo fence on the right side of this picture is the one that popped off when DD leaned against it with AGG and Kylie. Yes, I am pleased I happened to have a picture of where she tumbled in.

See how she leans...


AGG, DD, S, J, J, S and K


So when we first entered the Tea Gardens the girls noticed all the coins in some of the ponds so I let them have some pennies to throw and make wishes. On our way out of the gardens everyone went to use the restroom - and I was at the ponds with AGG, DD and K. They all wanted to make wishes so I gave them all pennies and asked them to hold on to the pennies until I could rummage out my video camera out of my bag.

I lean down to find it and as I do it I hear a crack, splash and instant crying. I look up to find DD had toppled head over feet into the shallow pond. I step in and pull her out, just as three other tea garden patrons are about to jump in too.

I bring a crying, traumatized DD out of the pond and find a crying, traumatized AGG. I need one of them to stop - so I tell AGG to stop and tell me why she's crying. "Because I don't want DD to fall into the pond." Sweet. Luckily I was prepared for the cold SF weather. By the time this accident happened it was relatively warmer. So I bundled DD in the three jackets we had.

Hey... it was memorable. ;-)

After the Tea Gardens Valerie and I hit up a little Chinese bakery for Dim Sum to take home. They also had dinner food too... it was prefect because I was able to pick up dinner for my family, and Dim Sum for our book group that night.


My friend and roomie from the Chinese House - Soccermom , Me, my friend Valerie.

Thursday AGG and DD had a play date with AGG's friend N and her brother A. Their mother Ruby and I chatted and I convinced her to try a workout with me at my group training.

I think we took a break on Friday.

The next week we had my friend Marina's boys over on Monday so that Marina could pack for their move to Santa Cruz.
DD and M were done before their older siblings were with the water play.

The girls started dressing up as Hula girls and the boys asked to dress up to. M, DD, AGG and E. The best was when E asked for some shoes to match his dress, and when M pointed to his boobies and said, "mine are too small, but when they're bigger I can help mommy feed N" (his baby sister).





Tuesday our play group hung out at Cameron Park Lake.











Wednesday we had Marina's boys over again to play. And they came back later for dinner at our house. I'm very sad they are moving because the girls get along so well with those two adorable boys.

Water War anyone?



M, DD, AGG and E - taking an ice lollie break


N and Marina

Thursday and Friday I think I took a break from all the playing.

So... we've been busy since school let out. And... I actually love it. I love that finally the girls and I can go, go, go. We also do a lot of going to the gym so I can work out and then hitting the gym pool side for lunch and swimming. All in all... a great start to summer, summer, summertime.


ps. I think shortly after all this DD caught a stomach flu bug from Nursery at Church... which took us out of commission for a week. This week we are taking it easy. Also...this week I couldn't take it anymore and am on a cleaning/organizing spree.

pps. I have more pictures on my private blog - cryingoverspiltmilk

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

You Know I'm Bad...

There's been a lot of hullabaloo given over to people who aren't necessarily great people - but who happen to have a skill, a talent. I guess I don't just get bowled over like that.

(side note: Maybe it's also because I don't want to boxed into one thing... like I am only good at one thing and that's it... my entire life is defined by that one thing...and if I don't have that one thing I become invisible... or I don't know who I am. I don't believe in the pursuit of that one thing to define me - I want to be just me...who happens to do a bunch of stuff but doesn't need any of it to be me.)

I've been thinking about excuses and choices. I think people like to make excuses for the choices they don't, or do take. I think people like to feel like they have no control. Because if you don't have control over your own decisions - nothing ever is your fault. I imagine life is much easier because you never have to dig deep to find out what you're truly made of. Challenges mold us, shape us and allow us to demonstrate whether we are made of something worthwhile - or something porous and weak.

I believe we have a choice, in every circumstance, background, situation, you name it - you, your conscious self has a choice. It is up to us to make that choice. And sometimes the act of not making the right choice, defaults us to the wrong choice.

This reminds me of one of my favorite quotes from C.S. Lewis in his book Mere Christianity.

A silly idea is current that good people do not know what temptation means. This is an obvious lie. Only those who try to resist temptation know how strong it is. After all, you find out the strength of the [opposing] army by fighting against it, not by giving in. You find out the strength of a wind by trying to walk against it, not by lying down. A man who gives in to temptation after five minutes simply does not know what it would have been like an hour later. That is why bad people, in one sense, know very little about badness. They have lived a sheltered life by always giving in. We never find out the strength of the evil impulse inside us until we try to fight it: and Christ, because He was the only man who never yielded to temptation, is also the only man who knows to the full what temptation means--the only complete realist.

I don't know about you - but I'd much rather fight against bad choices, people, ideas, regimes, etc... than lay down and take it.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Grateful for FREEDOM




Happy FOURTH OF JULY!!! LET FREEDOM RING!!!

Let us remember the price that has been paid, and the sacrifices still being made so we can have these FREEDOMS. Let us take up that torch and defend, fight and preserve our FREEDOM.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

You know it's a little bit dangerous...

(Roxette... 80's music baby)


Vanity that is... vanity that a group of people can believe, to the core that they know what's better for you than you do. Welcome to the ever so progressive world of soft despotism.

If you're as worried as I am about health care - you should be even more concerned now. Sure there needs to be change ... sure it isn't perfect - but the solution... NEVER is "uh, here, let's hand the reigns over to the government...yee haw."

I recently read this well written article by Paul Rahe, about the problem with Obama's proposed government sponsored heath care reform. I would hope that Americans... the bulk, who are not normally able to see through the hype, emotion and smooth talk - will wake up and fight against the destruction of our individual rights. I highly recommend the article and would hope you forward this on to all your family/friends.

Here are a few quotes from the article:

President Obama responded to a question by acknowledging that his plan aimed to reduce medical costs by aligning "incentives" in such a fashion as to discourage the sick and the dying from undergoing "additional tests" or taking "additional drugs that the evidence shows is not necessarily going to improve care."

Obama's choice of words was, as always, soothing. But anyone familiar with the healthcare debate will immediately recognize what he left unsaid. We all know that, wherever there is socialized medicine, there is rationing. Cutting costs is, in fact, its rationale, and this end is achieved by a refusal on the part of the government to pay for care that the bureaucrats judge uneconomic. Already now, in the semi-socialized system to which we have been made subject, those consigned to HMOs come up against gatekeepers charged with shaving costs by restricting care.


I REFUSE to pick HMO when we pick insurance. I REFUSE. I have seen too many friends on HMOs jump through the same tests to get treatments for the same issues. The amount of wasted time and energy to do this... is ridiculous. BUT it's an HMO so you're stuck following the red-tape. Kaiser is one example of crap health care - we call it "Kaiser, where people go to die". I love having a choice of a PPO so that I make the decisions on health care for me and my family. I have control. It is my life. It's my responsibility, period. Why would anyone want to give up that freedom... that individual right to happiness? Because let's face it - if you're unhealthy and in pain...chances are, you aren't happy.


Defenders of Obama's proposal will reply that I am misrepresenting his proposal. No one, they will say, will be forced to give up the health insurance they have. Technically, of course, this is true. But what President Obama calls the "incentives" will be structured in such a way that employers will no longer have to offer coverage, and to save themselves the expense (which is considerable), they will seize the opportunity to opt out, and then we will have no choice.

Here is where Obama's "incentives" reappear. The government-run insurance program will, for all practical purposes, be a monopsony--the sole purchaser. It will be in a bargaining position enabling it to dictate the price that it will pay, and, of course, it will pay very little. You, as an individual purchaser, will have no leverage at all; and, like those not covered by employer-sponsored insurance plans today, you will have to pay through the nose. Unless you are filthy rich, you may well have to wait your turn for that hip-replacement operation, forego that cataract operation, or do without those expensive tests and procedures. In sum, you will not be in the driver's seat.

"To take from one," Thomas Jefferson wrote, "because it is thought that his own industry and that of his father's has acquired too much, in order to spare to others, who, or whose fathers have not exercised equal industry and skill, is to violate arbitrarily the first principle of association--'the guarantee to every one of a free exercise of his industry and the fruits acquired by it.'" It was on this foundation that Abraham Lincoln objected to slavery, and it is on this foundation that one can object to the health care reform proposed by our President. For this proposal is designed to take from those who have earned and to give to those who have not bothered to do so; and, by way of constraining "incentives," it will take from us the right to manage our own lives in a matter most dear to each and every one of us, and it will confer this responsibility on experts empowered to decide whether, given the cost of care, it is of greater value to society that we suffer or are cured, that we live or die.


How I miss the founding fathers. It is sad to me that in this day of runaway progressives - these great men would never have a chance to be elected.


It is easy enough to see why progressive doctrine should be attractive to our masters. Tyrannical ambition is nothing new, and throughout human history it has nearly always presented itself to men in the guise of idealism. We are all inclined to meddle in other people's business; we are all inclined to think that we know better; and higher education tends to inflate our vanity and to make us more inclined to lord it over those who are less well-instructed. Never for a moment does a Barack Obama stop to ask whether depriving us of responsibility for our own well-being is demeaning. He and his supporters know that they know better, and their putative wisdom in this regard constitutes for them an absolute claim to rule. The logic unfolding within the progressive impulse requires that there be a class of Guardians empowered to supervise our lives in every particular, and to an ever-increasing degree this is the reality with which we live.

Let's not just sit and take it in the rear - let's get up and SAY HELL NO!!! You will not destroy the fruits of my labor. You will not dictate how I live and when I die.

Insect Love

So my husband found a little green praying mantis in our yard when he was busy yanking weeds one Saturday. It's a teeny, baby mantis we think. The girls loved holding the baby mantis.






And then... they found a lady bug. I think AGG's a little more of a fan than DD is of all the insects.