I write. I save. I delete. I write. I save. I delete. And the cycle continues. Maybe sometime within the next year I will actually post this on my blog.
The past month has been an interesting one to say(or write) the least. Much has happened in the life of those I love, including myself of course.
~Aching for a sick child
~Seeing potential in a loved one and holding on to the hope that they too will see what you see
~Realizing some things don't last forever
~Heartache after a break-up
~Feeling strength from those who matter most
~Fear of failure, but enjoying the journey wherever it may lead
~Publishing research in a national journal
~Worrying someone you love will be gone too soon
~ Cherishing every moment
~Road-tripping with the girls
~Sleep-overs and bedtime stories
23 October 2007
11 October 2007
Quick Trip, Great Stories
I went to the land of snow and wind this past weekend. Snow covered the mountains and several times while driving I wanted to stop and climb the mountain and look out over the land below. I didn't climb anything except the stairs to my parents home for many reasons: I was wearing flip flops, wasn't wearing a jacket, and I was tired.Anxious to see Syden and Avy Shae, I called my sister Pip as soon as I unloaded the car and said hello to the parentals. Grandma Bingham, Pip, Travista, and the kids came for Sunday dinner and some free entertainment.
Let me tell you about the entertainment. Syden pulled out a tooth and 'played' the piano. Avy Shae insisted on playing the piano with her behind and laughing uncontrollably while doing so. This little girl doesn't like people to sing to her...unless they sing off-key, which I just happen to do professionally. It's difficult, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make her happy, even if everyone else clears the room when I sing.
Pip, Syden, and I drove to grandma Bingham's house to see the snowman and to play in the backyard. My grandpa built a tree house when I was younger and I think it has shrunk a little.
On Monday morning Syden was worried I would make him miss the school bus. I was sitting in the living room and Syden said to me: "When are you going to be done with your face so we can go?" WHAT?! I laughed so hard. Kids these days.
My favorite part of the weekend was hearing my dad read to the kids and seeing Avy Shae follow my mom around the house giving her hugs and kisses. Doesn't get much better than that.
09 October 2007
What's next?
I haven't blogged in awhile and I have a lot to say, so pay attention.
I'd like to start with a story and I know we all love story time. I thought the day was going rather well until I left work to buy milk. I couldn't decide what size milk to buy and the smaller containers were so far back I would have to climb into the freezer to get one or ask for assistance and who wants to ask for help? Not me. So I grab a gallon of milk and get everything else on my list. Okay, I didn't actually make a list, but I knew what I needed to buy. I decided at the last minute that I didn't want a whole gallon of milk so I went back and climbed into the freezer for a smaller container. I proceeded to the self check-out and the strap or handle on my purse breaks. You might be thinking that it could be worse, but it was.
My bag wasn't zipped so most of my belongings fell onto the floor. I laughed and put everything back into the now broken bag. A few of the items wouldn't scan so that delayed my shopping experience as well. I made it home and had to figure out how to get everything up the stairs to the condo. I had a brilliant idea that I should pour my water out so the bottle would be lighter. Smart? That's what I thought...until I dropped one of the shopping bags and had to pick up the items. Then I picked up the bag with milk inside and the bottom of the bag was filled with milk. 
Of course some of the milk was on my seat and I didn't have any water to clean the spillage. I again laughed and wrapped the now soaked loaf of bread and popcorn in a poncho I had in the trunk of my car and made it to my home. What a day. Maybe I shouldn't go out in public for the rest of the week if this afternoon is a preview of what is to come.
I'd like to start with a story and I know we all love story time. I thought the day was going rather well until I left work to buy milk. I couldn't decide what size milk to buy and the smaller containers were so far back I would have to climb into the freezer to get one or ask for assistance and who wants to ask for help? Not me. So I grab a gallon of milk and get everything else on my list. Okay, I didn't actually make a list, but I knew what I needed to buy. I decided at the last minute that I didn't want a whole gallon of milk so I went back and climbed into the freezer for a smaller container. I proceeded to the self check-out and the strap or handle on my purse breaks. You might be thinking that it could be worse, but it was.
My bag wasn't zipped so most of my belongings fell onto the floor. I laughed and put everything back into the now broken bag. A few of the items wouldn't scan so that delayed my shopping experience as well. I made it home and had to figure out how to get everything up the stairs to the condo. I had a brilliant idea that I should pour my water out so the bottle would be lighter. Smart? That's what I thought...until I dropped one of the shopping bags and had to pick up the items. Then I picked up the bag with milk inside and the bottom of the bag was filled with milk. 
Of course some of the milk was on my seat and I didn't have any water to clean the spillage. I again laughed and wrapped the now soaked loaf of bread and popcorn in a poncho I had in the trunk of my car and made it to my home. What a day. Maybe I shouldn't go out in public for the rest of the week if this afternoon is a preview of what is to come.
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