Anti - Napite

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KT frequently refers to me as an Anti - Napite. He likes to take naps, I don't. It's not that I don't like sleep, it's that I have a hard time relaxing enough to fall asleep if there is so much that needs doing. My brain rarely shuts off during the day enough to embrace sleep. Not to mention, my body automatically just wants to stay up if the sun is up. Daytime isn't the time for sleeping.

But, the other day I put my nap prejudices aside. After a busy week of work/school, basketball practice, games, and all my other mom duties, I found myself overwhelmingly tired. I came home at noon to a quiet house and thought, "What the heck?" I got more comfortable, closed the blinds and pulled back the blankets. I had to pile on extra blankets because without my personal furnace in bed to keep me warm (he's like a Jacob in that capacity), it just wasn't going to happen. Then, I found myself burrowing under the covers pulled up over my head, like a fort to block out more light. Within a short time, I was out and it was divine. I think I am cured of my Anti - Napiteness.  I think a nap a day is just the answer for more energy in the evening.

Giving Thanks

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What a wonderful time of the year to count our blessings and express our gratitude! So many bloggers have been taking the whole month of November to express something they are grateful for each day.  I decided to do it today, Thanksgiving, even though I truly am thankful for these little babies every day!  While you are reading this, I will be in the kitchen cooking.

1. KT - my eternal companion, hard worker, self-sacrificing, my best friend

2. TJ - my oldest son, funny, helpful, grown up, my friend

3. Miguel - 2nd oldest son - HILARIOUS, full of energy, happy, spiritual rock

4. Ladybug - my baby girl, fun, helpful, dependable, my mini me

5. My Parents - my friends, live close, family dinners, my rock

6. My brother & his family - great cooks, family get togethers, fun to be around. baby Z satiates my baby craving.

7. My Home - needs new carpet, but has a new strong roof to weather the storms. My shelter from this world.

8. My mini van - I complain because it isn't cool and it's old, but it's PAID FOR.

9. My job - reliable, fun, great people to work with, being around youth, allows me to be there for my kids.

10. My Savior Jesus Christ - Yeah, He probably should have been at the top. My Brother, my Redeemer, loves me unconditionally.

11. My Church - great people, sense of belonging, gives me direction, helps me live a good life.

12. Health - you don't realize how grateful you are for it until you are sick. I am SO GRATEFUL for all the days I am normally healthy.

13. Running - I am grateful that my body has the strength to let me do this. Happy endorphins, endurance, exercise, feels great

14.  Marriage - 20 years!  Reliable, stable, comfortable, nurturing

15.  Micron - It still pays the bills despite pay cuts and layoffs.

16.  Books - reading, escape, entertainment, drinking in good words.

17.  Food - I am always battling with a few pounds here or there.  I should be grateful because it means I always have good food to eat.
18.  Quiet afternoons - time to catch up on cleaning, reading or exercise before everyone comes home.  I am able to collect myself.
19.  Music - guitar, piano, country, lifts my spirits, brings joy
20.  Chocolate - need I say more?

Definition of my worth

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Contentedness fills my soul today. My clean home sparkles and the smells of fresh baked bread is emanating from the kitchen. Clean fresh laundry is stacked and waiting to be put away. Service to my family is what can bring me the most pleasure. I am so grateful for my womanhood. I love and embrace my role as a mother and wife. It is the job that the Lord meant for me to have. As a natural born nurturer, my jobs at home are the ones that bring the most reward and the most pleasure. I have decided that my paycheck is not what defines my worth, but the happy, contented smiles of my husband and children. Thank you Lord, for making me who I am.

Woww

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"Thanksgiving dinners take eighteen hours to prepare.

They are consumed in twelve minutes. Half-times take twelve minutes. 

This is not coincidence."

~Erma Bombeck~

The Other Day I was Dorothy...

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Sometimes I feel like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, the whirlwind and tornadoes of life often whisk me away to various appointments, meetings, sporting events, performing arts, etc. Often these myriad of activities has me plodding through from one thing to another when secretly I long to just be home. I am a self-professed homebody. What is more divine than the a warm cozy home surround by those you love? Longingly I wish to click my heels and chant, "There's no place like home, there's no place like home" where I would then be magically taken back into the safe comforts of my home. Instead, as I check my watch, the steady rumble of my tires on the pavement slowly propels me back toward my oasis.

I love running, but?

I love running, but not this much! This is so dang gross, screw the win, go use the bathroom not your shorts! This is why I don't run marathons; First of all, I know my limitations, second, this picture.

Woww

"Success is always temporary.

When all is said and done, 

the only thing you'll have left is your character."

~Vince Gill~

Football, Say What?

***If you are easily offended, then I would suggest not reading this post. 

Please forgive my often perverted mind.***

I'm not gunna lie here, I think Football is a sexual sport. It is a place for men to get out all their male aggression and sexual frustrations. I mean what's with all the butt slapping and tight pants? Who came up with that? And some of the verbiage the commentators use like PENETRATION...I take a quick glance at KT to see if he caught it, he knows what I think. .

Has anyonelse noticed these sexual innuendos? or do I just need to get my mind out of the gutter?

Not the one...

I recently posted when I knew my husband was the one.  What about the one you thought was the one only to find out later that he wasn't the one?    In high school, I thought I had found the one.  He was a Senior and I was 15.  He was my first kiss, my first boyfriend and it was amazing. We dated off an on for almost 4 years.  In my little girl mind, I thought we would always be together.  But choices and circumstances created differences and things changed.  In His infinite wisdom, I was led elsewhere.  I know the choices I made were right, I am happy, have a great husband and three beautiful kids.  There is one regret, though.  The family...

When you are part of someone's life for so long, you also love their family.  They were an amazing bunch.  I had little sisters!  Four of them!  They loved me, at least I thought that they did, and when we broke up it was like I broke up with them, too.  I mean it would have been awkward to invite myself to family gatherings or offer my babysitting skills.  But, I missed them...

I recently became reacquainted with one of my former sisters via the blogging world.  She was a beautiful little girl who I adored.  I got to babysit her for a couple of weekends.  One weekend I babysat her was the weekend of my Seminary graduation.  My parents couldn't make it, I think my dad had a work party or something, but I took Lindsay.  I wonder now what people thought.  A big sister or a single mom?  I am grateful to have found her again...

It's been a year

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Last night I had a strange dream. Not that that is news worthy, I have strange dreams all the time, but this one was different. It was about my Grandmother. She visited me. I didn't recognize her face, she looked different, but I knew her. My spirit knew her. My chest felt heavy, it was a weird sensation, perhaps skeptics might chalk it up to heart burn or something, but I think it was our physical connection. I believe when we sleep we are a lot more open to messages from the other side, the veil is that much thinner. I know this sounds like "new age" weird stuff, but seriously. My life is so noisy, when else would I hear. A lot of the specifics of the dream are too fuzzy to remember now, but my grandma told me a couple of times, "It's been a year."

When I woke up this morning, the dream and the message was still pressing on my mind. I asked KT what day it was, and sure enough, it has been exactly one year since my grandmother passed away. Members of my faith will understand the significance of a year after passing. It is the time that we can perform religious ordinances on behalf of our deceased loved ones. I did not go to bed thinking of my grandma and my grandma was not a religious woman. But, I think I understand what she was telling me.

Have you ever had an experience with a deceased loved one?

Woww

"I remember hearing in a talk that the more we express our gratitude to God for our blessings, the more he will bring to our mind other blessings. The more we are aware of to be grateful for, the happier we become."

~Ezra Taft Benson~

Haircut Woes

 

I am thinking of getting my hair cut. When I say cut, I mean cut...Presently It is hangs about a 1/4 of the way down my back. While I love my long hair, it is VERY high maintenance. I am thinking of going short, but not not sure. Let's just say I am CHICKEN! I am looking for input from my blogging friends. You can see my present hair length in my Sunday post. Here are some cuts I am eyeing. Do you think I will regret going short? 

17 Again

I know I'm a little behind in the posting about 17 Again. But, with my oldest who is 17 fixing to graduate in two months, It has got me thinking.  I am a 17 year old stuck in an old ladies body.  This is a brain storm list of 17 things that I remember from being 17 and things that remind me of being 17 again...

1. The smell of text books

2. A swig of Martinelli's. (My fav back then)

3. Extra Spearmint gum

4. The smell of flowers in the Spring, there is a certain scent that kind of smells like candy. Reminds me of the smell around my high school and spring fever.

5. Driving with the windows down with the wind blowing through my hair reminds me of driving down the highway in my boyfriends Landcruiser with the top down.

6. the smell of auto grease

7. Singing in my car to the tunes of Yaz

8. The movie Grease II. I knew all the lines and could sing along to all the songs. I was a freak!

9. 1977 Orange Volkswaggen "Wabbits". I see them every once in a while. The ones that haven't been condemned yet.

10. The book Gone With the Wind. (I read that my Senior year!)
11.  Drive In Movies
12.  Halstons Perfume
13.  Days of Our Lives on tape
14.  Summers at Chatfield Resevoir (sometimes Cherry Creek)
15.  Ashby & McCreadie (where I worked)
16.  4 wheeling
17.  Church dances

What reminds you of being 17 again?

Yesterday

Yesterday...Was a perfect day

for outlet mall shopping.

Ladybug and her find...

Me and my Jack Bauer bag...

Can't leave without treats from the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory.

Chocolate covered raisins, here I come...

Retraction

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Today I am officially retracting my post from yesterday. KT was perturbed with me for my post yesterday saying it isn't a correct representation of him. I will and have admitted to sarcasm and teasing in the past. Though this does happen at my house probably not nearly as often as my post may have eluded to. So in order to keep the dear husband happy, I am stating here that it doesn't happen that often, and more so with the boys. Often because their hands are cold, and it is a warm place to take the chill off. I will admit to warming my cold toes in KT's region at times. Sometimes it is just more convenient than a pair of socks.

KT, does this suffice?

Is it still there?

Is this a problem in your house? I don't remember my dad ever doing this, I guess he still had his invisible lines of propriety. But, in my house, you can catch every male member at some time or another sticking his hands down his pants. What the *#&~!? There is no shame! I've been known to throw out snide comments like, "Is it still there?", "Have you found it yet?", or "Go wash your hands, you pee with that thing!". I don't understand the male psyche. They say, "Well it itches!". Even so, I itch, and you won't catch me with my hands down my pants digging around. I mean, come on, that really would not look right, would it? Gratefully, they have never done this in public. My embarrassment and mortification on their behalf is, thankfully, limited to my home.

Does this happen in your family or are my guys just fixated?

Cha, cha, cha, chia

This is at the top of my Christmas list for everyone who is dear to me.  So, if you are a loved one or close friend, this is what you can expect to get this year.  What could be more coveted than a Chia head of Barack Obama?  It really is the perfect gift whether you are liberal or conservative, democrat or republican.  The liberal democrats will truly treasure this statue of the beloved 44th president, while the conservative republican's will laugh and snicker at their blasphemous, graven image of the "chosen one".   With just a chia planter and a packet of seeds, you'll wonder if you, too, can make his grassy afro grow.  The answer is:

YES YOU CAN!

Woww

"Whoever is happy will make others happy too. He who has courage and faith will never perish in misery."

-Anne Frank

Invisible Lines

When we first marry, there are these invisible lines of propriety. There are things that you just don't do in front of each other. The bathroom door remains closed when using the toilet. Farts, burps or other bodily functions are suppressed so as not to disrespect and embarrass ourselves. Even running to the toilet to throw up necessitates a few extra seconds to shut the door so our spouse doesn't hear the vile things coming from our mouths. Somewhere along the way the invisible lines of propriety become fuzzy and simply disappear. I don't know when it happened, for KT it was probably month 2, but for me it was several years into our marriage.

Are your lines of propriety still clear or have yours simply become fuzzy and disappeared, too?