A Peek at the Lotts

Skin Cancer is Ugly (Warning: Graphic Image)

2011-10-21T10:00:00.000-07:00

At 41 I've had skin cancer. I guess it shouldn't come as a surprise. I have fair skin, freckles, blue eyes. I wasn't a sun lover, hated laying out like my friends, but I have had a few bad sunburns in my time. My Grandma has had multiple skin cancers. My Dad has had multiple skin cancers. He's had melanoma, the worst of all skin cancers. Luckily, his was caught at the earliest stages. Still, it was a surprise. It just was.

Last February I had a little abrasion appear on my shoulder. I just scraped it off and didn't think much about it, but it kept coming back until it formed a little oval, about the size of a pencil eraser if they were oval. It caught my attention often because it just wouldn't go away, but it didn't look like a mole. Then, when I found the lump in May and went into my doctor's office, I also mentioned the little abrasion. My doctor told me I should get it checked out. This sounds simple enough, but there just aren't a sufficient amount of dermatologists in Great Falls, so she recommended a clinic in Helena. The receptionist called and set up an appointment for me.

With all the breast biopsy stuff going on, the abrasion was overshadowed. Then, in August, my cousin, grandmother, sister and I made a day of it in Helena as I went to have my little abrasion checked. This doctor felt it needed to be biopsied, and she cut it off. Before I left the office, she told me she thought it was basal cell carcinoma, but wouldn't know until it was analyzed. I was glad she planted that possibility in my mind because the call telling me it was didn't catch me as off guard as it would have.

I was told the next step was Mohs surgery and the soonest they could fit me in was Oct. 19th. (The doctor only does them on Wednesdays). Basal cell is a highly common form of skin cancer and very treatable, so I wasn't overwhelmed with worry. Kurt, Cooper & I went to Helena and made a fun day of it as the surgery wasn't until almost 2pm. Right before surgery was a full body check in which they did 2 more biopsies. I'll get the results in a week. The surgery took about an hour and a half. I was very blessed that the doctor got it all the first time.

Today I removed the bandages. I was caught off guard once again. That little oblong eraser end was much more menacing than it appeared. Skin cancers can be like icebergs, we only see the tip. I feel a little like Frankenstein, which is appropriate for October. This is my story, my experience. Everyone's is unique. I don't like to show off my skin, at all. I'm a bit prudish. In this case though, I want my family, my children, to realize the importance of listening to the Spirit, of following those promptings, of paying attention, of knowing your family history. I don't even want to know what this would have involved had I put it off even longer. Skin cancer is ugly. The picture below is ugly. Knowing the cancer is gone is beautiful.

Ramblings of a Couch Potato

2011-10-08T09:01:00.000-07:00

It's a week and a half post surgery and I think I'm at about 80% of my old self. I don't really like it. All of the sudden laying in bed and never leaving sounds enticing. Not pretty, but not surprising. I had my post op appointment yesterday. The bad news: I will feel lethargic for a few weeks. It will take a few months for my insides to heal. The good news: It's okay if I'm not all that hungry, that will subside. I'll never have to worry about my gall bladder again. As for now, I'm panicking. Having nightmares. How does one teach having a bout of low energy? How am I going to get up on time? How am I going to efficiently put away books with my 20 lb lifting restriction? If there isn't something to worry about...I'll make something up.

So last night I was alone and, of course, didn't sleep well. The boys were camping. Yep...CAMPING. Did you see the pouring rain for days? I kept thinking of my poor little skinny Cooper freezing in a damp tent. It just sounds miserable to me. I was never meant to sleep in a tent. I remember going to girls camp in my teens and using all my camp bedding to try to create furniture in the tent. Cabins are another story. I think real women sleep in cabins...or hotels.

Today is an extra special day. I get to attend 2 baptisms, one of a sweet little girl and the other my kind, compassionate cousin's. There is a peaceful joy that attends these events and it's a blessing to all who attend.

How much do you think a laundry basket full of dirty clothes weighs? Do you think that is over my weight restriction limit? How about a dirty plate? The vacuum? I'm now wondering if the doctor should have written a prescription for a housekeeper for the next couple of weeks. Get up Leslie. Get up.

Expendable Parts

2011-09-30T15:18:00.000-07:00

It's fairly incredible to think of all the body parts we can live without. There are quite a few. My newest escapade involved a teeny little part called the gall bladder. Who knew something so tiny could cause such a commotion. I wasn't all that unfriendly with my gall bladder so it came as a surprise when it decided to make my life misery.

2 am Monday: I wake up covered in sweat with a horrible pain in my stomach, like someone punched or kicked me there. Sometimes Kurt is a little combative in his sleep, but I was pretty sure this was the flu as the feeling would not go away. I called into work, which I really did not want to do because I'm new and am trying to figure my job out. I was pretty much miserable all day, but I was determined to go to work.

6am Tuesday: I decide to go to work even though I'm not feeling great. The sweats had stopped and the pain in my stomach was coming and going so I figured I just needed to get through the day and I could rest that night. It wasn't the greatest day, but I survived.

2am Wednesday: Woke to that same horrible kick in the stomach and sweating like a crazy person. I got up, worked on my lesson plans to make sure they were super detailed and then stayed awake until 6am when I started calling the sub clerk again. Meanwhile, the pain would not go away.

10am Wednesday: I called the clinic to see if this strange flu was going around and they told me to come in right away. I called Kurt and off we went. Within 15 minutes of being there, my doctor pinpointed the gall bladder. Then I had blood, urine tests and xrays. He made an appointment at the GF specialty clinic for an ultrasound.

We went straight to my parent's home where Kurt & my Dad gave me a priesthood blessing. I was feeling pretty horrible. I tried to watch a show with grandma but couldn't concentrate so we went home.

2:30pm: We headed out for the specialty center, adding a throw up bowl to the mix. I pretty much started crying at this point and it didn't stop for most of the night. The ultrasound was painful and this is why: Gall bladder is distended and full of stones. Surgery is set for that night. Still...no relief from the pain.

4pm: We arrive at the surgery center where the OR is tied up so I have to wait. At about 7pm, I was wheeled down to the OR where the dry heaves decided to make an appearance. Finally I was wheeled in to the OR and the rest is gall bladder history.

After a night at the surgery center, I was able to leave yesterday afternoon. Now I am sore, and tired, and have a little bit of incision pain, but so much better than when I had the gall bladder flu. I'm so glad it isn't contagious.

I have had so many well wishes, prayers, food, flowers, socks,and visits that I'm feeling pretty spoiled. If you ever feel like you have been kicked in the stomach and it doesn't go away, keep the gall bladder in mind. It's expendable anyway.

The Apron Strings are starting to Fray

2011-08-02T22:01:00.000-07:00

This has been one of my favorite summers. Toasty warm during the day, cool and cloudy in the evening. I can't believe how fast it's flown, but this is reflective of time in general. Hunter left for Basic Training at the end of June. Gone. Just like that. I've turned into one of those mother's who haunt the mailbox and super glue the cell phone to my hip on weekends. I've never frequented either device more than I currently do. Another delightful surprise has been wet eyeball syndrome. I can't finish writing a letter without watering my mascara. It feels as if my maternal responsibilities are dissipating, but I have so much more I need to teach them. I have so many pitfalls I need them to avoid. I have so much hope for the futures they can have.

Hunter was bad enough, but all of the sudden Cooper has peeked his head around my apron and found a whole new world. He went to Scout Camp with Kurt for 6 days and didn't even miss me a blink. I admit the next one was my own fault, but the thought of walking around the Fair for 5 hours while Coop went ride hopping convinced me to encourage an adult free fair experience. Today he and a friend took on the challenge, although Coop did voice his concern a couple of times. Upon retrieval, after the exuberant R.V. report, I asked him if he did okay with any parental shadowing. His response? It was his best Fair ever. My apron strings are starting to become thread barren. It's painful but necessary.

I promise one thing. No matter how much wear and tear occurs, I'll never give that apron away. It's a part of who I am, who I was meant to be. A reminder of blessings of the past, challenges of the present, and hope for the future.

Positive Reinforcement

2011-05-19T20:32:00.000-07:00

Motherhood is hard. Seriously challenging. I remember when my boys were babies thinking it was hard because I was exhausted all the time and they were so dependent upon me. I felt so much responsibility for every thing I did with them, or forgot, or messed up. Many an adult told me how difficult the teenage years would be, how you just get busier as they get older, but I couldn't imagine it. It couldn't be true. Yet, here I sit, in the midst of it. One who is considered an adult and one who is in the twilight of his tween life.

On one hand, I reflect on what I could have done better, the teaching moments I missed, the pieces that don't fit. I try to read between the lines and pick up on the clues, yet so much remains a puzzle. Then there are the times I can't believe the goodness in my children, much more than I could have taught them. Those moments where their individual gifts are unmasked and I know I had no part in it, but I'm still so proud. Today I saw one of those moments.

Due to my new work location next year, Cooper will be attending a different middle school than all of elementary friends. He was broken hearted, sobbing for hours which was quite reflective of how I was feeling. I've watched him deliberately try to warm up to the idea. Today was leap day and he was able to meet his team teachers and tour the school. I took him, but stayed back and peeked at him from time to time.

One of the games they played was a type of "who did this" scavenger hunt and the kids were asked to approach other students they didn't know to get their initials on the things they had done. It took me back to the many times I was forced to do this kind of thing, even as an adult, and how uncomfortable it made me feel. I watched Coop go from person to person. Part way into the game, a new girl came into the cafeteria. It was obvious she had some special needs and there was an adult there to help her. Immediately, Cooper went up to her. He smiled at her, asked her to inital something on his paper, and then he initialed something on hers.

Tears filled my eyes as I watched his kind heart work. I don't think I would have done that. So I became the student and challenged myself to be more like him. Moments like this are the kind of positive reinforcement mother's need. The reminder that sometimes we get it right, or at least our kids do.

Adversity

2011-04-26T20:33:00.000-07:00

Winter can be beautiful with clear, crisp air and a pure white landscape. Winter can also be gray, gloomy, bitter, Sometimes it seems like the winters of our lives linger far too long. I feel like I've been stuck in winter for a while now. Most of the things that matter to me (family, health, shelter, employment) have come under attack, some multiple times. Winter can be tiring but it's imperative I keep a grateful heart during my winters so hope can flourish.

As a woman, there are a few things that make me feel vulnerable. Recently I found a lump in my breast (anyone who knows me realizes it took great effort for me to type that). The next day I called my doctor and she got me in within 30 minutes of my phone call. I was in a state of subdued panic. No one at work had any idea what was swirling in my thoughts. I didn't want to tell my family. There's been phone calls of this job loss and that job loss, of painful family moments, of this move and that move. I just couldn't make another emotional call. I figured my family would quit taking my calls if I was always the voice of doom and gloom.

After going to my doctor, she felt I should get a diagnostic mammogram and ultrasound. It would be my first mammogram, not the circumstances I was hoping for. After pretending to be made of rubber, I was taken in for the ultrasound. The technician had to keep asking me where the lump was, which I took to be a good sign. After a bit she said she thought she would just take a look around since she wasn't finding my lump area. She didn't have to say a word when she passed a black hole that appeared to be the size of a silver dollar. She took several pictures, then brought in a doctor to let him look at it.

They let me get dressed and then both came back in the room. The doctor explained my mammogram was clean and the lump I had found was nothing but an enlarged something or the other. I wasn't really listening because I knew there was a "but". Then he revealed there was a secondary finding and because they couldn't tell what it was, I would need to have a biopsy.

Biopsy. One word with so much emotional power. Kurt was in the waiting room. When I walked up to him, he immediately started to question me, but I told him to wait until we got outside. I was barely holding it together. As soon as we left the building, I fell apart. I couldn't believe it. We went straight to my parents house so my father and Kurt could give me a priesthood blessing. The same message was repeated over and over, trust the doctors. After getting myself back together, I went to work. I wrote the word "trust" on a 3x5 notecard and taped it to my desk. When I felt my mind slipping to dark places, I looked at that card because trust wasn't just about my doctors, I needed to remind myself to trust in God and to let as much of the fear go as possible.

The days leading up to the biopsy were mostly normal with a dash of evening tears. I just needed the emotional release each day. Wednesday, the day before spring break, was biopsy day. Kurt and I went back to the hospital and he had to sit in the waiting room again. I can't say the biopsy was pleasant, but it wasn't horrible. It was a little more involved than I thought and the recovery wasn't as simple as I figured it would be, but when it was done I did feel some relief. Until Friday. Friday afternoon was results day. The big reveal if you will. Friday was horrible. I can't explain the tricks my mind was playing.

I thought about having to give a bad news diagnosis to my boys and my life would change forever and how treatment could affect my kidney. I imagined how wonderful it would be to give good news and tried to cling to those thoughts. Time ticked by. No call. I decided to give it to 3 pm and then I would call. I did not want to wait the weekend. 3pm: I called my doctor and....they were out of town. I had to know so I called the doctor who performed the biopsy and luckily, he was there. He looked up my results and give me the clean diagnosis. Once again, I couldn't control the emotional release. Lots of women have biopsies, but for me, this moment was incredible. I prayed in great gratitude and I thought about the many women who do not get good news and I cried for them. I was reminded life is a gift and how significant that this was Easter weekend, the event that celebrates the life of the One who saved us all.

Winter is easing. Winter makes us stronger, shows us what we're made of. I'm a better person because of winter, more empathetic, more at ease. And I'm ready for spring. Aren't we all.

Pass the Kleenex

2011-03-14T20:20:00.000-07:00

Cough. Runny Nose. Barf. Pain behind the eyeballs. Breathing in Dust. Stuffy Nose. Fever. Fatigue. Loss of appetite. The other end. Less smiles. Less laughs. Less notes.

All around a brutal winter. We want our healthy Coop back.

Ontongeny and the Man Child

2011-03-14T20:14:00.000-07:00

Hunter is in such a strange position in life. He purports independence yet clings to playful opportunitites. He stands at the fork of a road, not knowing where to take his next step. I remember when he was a child, standing between my car and my parents house, sobbing because he couldn't decide whether to stay with Grandma & Grandpa, or come home with me. This happened frequently and I was always perplexed by the situation. Yet, the past 7 months have found him in this same place. I have been heartsick, wanting him to plant his feet, to take a stand, to commit.

Today he did. It was his choice, his decision and I had to let go of my immediate hopes for him and recognize the importance of this moment. He took a step down his path. I could read it all over his face, the weight of this choice. There will definitely be refining moments ahead as he works his way through boot camp and tech school, but those moments are necessary for growth. My prayer for him is when the fire gets hot and the path gets lonely, he will turn to the one and only being who can bring peace and comfort to his soul, his Savior, Jesus Christ.

Hunter has so much to offer, so much to give. He will accomplish anything he sets his mind to. This is his time to realize his potential, the potential I have seen all along.

Not Guilt, Just Moments

2011-03-07T05:53:00.000-08:00

For awhile I was feeling guilty about my sporadic blogging over the past 18 months or so. Hmmm...what could be the cause of that? Let's see, job loss, move with all of our stuff in storage, full time employment and masters classes, the rotating of house guests, move, unpack, and, of course, we are now repacking to move again. I'm just going to relish the moments I get a chance to journal.

I wanted to make note of a sweet gesture by my little (12 now) Coops. Yesterday was hard. I'm not sure why, but I was feeling the weight of life's circumstances and reflecting on how I could have been a better mother. It wasn't pretty and Cooper happened to come into my room in a moment of weakness to see me crying. He crawled up on my bed and wrapped his arms around me. He whispered in my ear, "I love you. It will be okay." Then he left.

About 10 minutes later I heard him yell, "Mom, come out, I'm ready". I stepped out in to the hall to see a note at the end of the hall, on the floor, that read, "Dear Mom, I love you with all my heart. I know tha tyou are going through a hard time, but we will help u get through it. Follow these pictures to get ur prize! love, Coops".

I followed a trail of little colored pictures to a blanket fort where he jumped out and embraced me. Those are the moments I need to remember, to have in reserve for the days that are difficult. How blessed am I?

Star Struck

2010-11-10T15:35:00.000-08:00

Last year Cooper started down the road of musicality. He started taking violin and joined Young People's Choir. He also took the brave step of trying out for the school play and loved it.

This year he added piano to the mix and tried out for a full fledged Young Actor's Guild play, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. Keep in mind he had to sing a solo during tryouts and had to read lines. He was cast as Walter, a school boy. He had a few lines and sang in the school scene and thoroughly enjoyed himself. I loved the play and watching Cooper, but the process was a bit much.

Practices were long and intense and the very young directory was quite rigid. In the end, it was a great experience for Cooper. I'm so proud of him for trying something new and following through with it. Although he won't be trying out for the next Screen Actors play (too much Sunday involvement), we'll be keeping our eyes out for more performance possibilities.

Man Child in the Making

2010-09-16T13:48:00.000-07:00

I'm too young. I shouldn't be at that stage where I reminisce about his sweet newborn disposition or full blown temper outbursts. I shouldn't be hoping he'll make the right decisions while never knowing what he's thinking. I shouldn't have random emotional fallouts because I miss his face and his easily expressed laugh. I shouldn't be wondering if he is eating and doing his laundry and getting enough sleep. I shouldn't be thinking of all the worldly influences and dangerous situations that destroy the invincibily so fully embraced by teen adults.

Yet I am experiencing all of this. Hunter left. Just like that. He moved back to Boise and is currently looking for employment and hoping to take some classes next semester. He's meeting new people and learning what it's like to be responsible for almost all parts of one's life. I'm sure he is bringing joy to those around him. I'm glad for them. I'm sad for me. I'm hopeful for him. I love him. I miss him.

Germ Junction

2010-09-16T13:19:00.000-07:00

Sick season full power throttled through our family. It hit me hard with all sorts of nasty symptoms and, almost 2 weeks later, I'm still dealing with the cough and cold portion. Kurt embraced the bug next and ended up missing a little work over it. Cooper has a few symptoms but seems to pull through...until today.

He has been up for about 20 minutes when he approached me with a fever, rolling tummy, and runny nose. So he stayed home and, after working the majority of the day, I returned to medicate and take care of him. Maybe I decided to blog a bit as well.

I hope the beginning of this school year is not foreshadowing for the year to come, but nothing makes you appreciate your health like a large dose of the flu.

Tweet Tweet

2010-07-12T20:56:00.001-07:00

Sometimes it takes me a couple of tries to fully embrace something new. For example, I created a Facebook profile a couple of years ago and within a week shut it down because it seemed so overwhelming. About 8 months later, I was ready to open myself to the Facebook experience again and give it a month before making a drastic decisions. Now, I love Facebook (minus the games, virtual gifts, and people who are constantly trying to get you to buy things). I even embrace the inappropriate (not to be confused with profane and vulgar) status updates...so entertaining.

About 8 months ago I created a Twitter homepage. About a week later, I pretended it no longer existed. I didn't get it (still don't completely). What was all the hubbub (real word) about anyway? Today, in the laziness of a hot and windy summer afternoon, I decided to revisit Twitter. My favorite poster is the channel 3 news here in Great Falls. I love feeling like I know what is going on in my community. It might get old eventually, but for now it's so intriguing. I like that I can have some tweets come to my phone and some I can just read when I go to my Twitter home page. I love that I could care less that I only have 1 follower because I'm too busy following lots of other people, businesses, and services groups. The jury is out for a month, but so far...so good. Remember when I said Tweet? Kind of makes me giggle with a nerdy nose crunch!

Motel reviews

2010-06-28T09:04:00.001-07:00

The first night we were on our trip we stayed at a Super 8 motel near Sandpoint, Idaho. It lived up to your average Super 8. There was no pool, but there was a hot tub. The room was small but great for us with 2 queen beds and a small t.v. The bathroom was nothing fancy, but served it's purpose. They did have a continental breakfast with the always popular self serve waffle machine. I didn't take any pics, but if you have stayed in a Super 8, that is pretty much what ours looked like.

The other 2 hotels booked for this trip were reserved by bidding on Priceline (I'm a risk taker like that). The way that works is your pick the location and the star rating (the highest I could go was 3 stars...so I did). You enter the price you are willing to pay, give your credit/debit card info, and bravely click the "book my room now" button. Priceline picks the hotel...you heard me right.

Both of the venues I bid on with Priceline were accepted, one in Pasco Washington and one in Spokane Washington for the way back. Both ended up costing about the same as the Super 8. Last night we were booked at the Red Lion in Pasco. When we arrived at the hotel, we were surprised at the enormous size of it. The lobby was grand, very upscale. Looked like we won with Priceline...at 1st. Priceline also decides the beds and we were set for a room with king, but the clerk saw there were 2 of us and graciously gave us 2 Queens. Great service for sure.

After walking aimlessly for awhile, we bumped into our room. The 1st problem was getting in the room. It looks like they took refurbished electronic door openers and glued them to the door. Needless to say, it takes about 7 attempts before I can get into our room...every single time. Once in the room, it looks fabulous. It was spacious and decorated nicely. Then I realized we were in an adjoining room. That made me a little uncomfortable. Who wants a door between you and the unknown serial killer next door? Not me.

Then I noticed the sliding glass door which took up one whole wall that led to the ... Parking lot. The best part, the door wasn't locked and anyone could have been in the room. Time to check every nook and cranney for the local crazy guy. The entertainment center with fridge and microwave was great. The bathroom area is beautiful....almost. There are chunks out of the door (even in our main room door) and the worst part...a little mold in the corners of the shower. SICK!

So, I like the room, but I didn't feel safe and the mold threw me over the edge. Plus, there's no continental breakfast (what's with cheap hotels having them and pricey hotels making you pay?). Make your own decision as to whether you would stay here...I already have.

Road Trip

2010-06-26T16:16:00.001-07:00

It has been far too long. Almost a year when I think about it. The last time I jumped in the car and headed off to roam the countryside was last August and I think that' s a shame, but it was a crazy year and surviving was number 1 on my agenda. Now, I'm making up for lost time. Currently I'm in the town of Sandpoint Idaho which is encased by waterways and mountains.

Cooper will be singing for the Great Falls Young Peoples Choir tomorrow. Unfortunately, I thought it was today and signed up to play and sing at Silverwood...a huge amusement park. Then, after committing, I found out that day is tomorrow...Sunday. I'm going to do the best we can in the situation we are in to remember the importance of the day and enjoy our time together. Guilt will be a part of the equation though.

I can't help but absorb the majesty of God's creations while in this divine venue. Did I mention my brother and his family have arrived to add to the population of Great Falls, MT? In 2011, they will add one more. Wendy is here as well. Just to make it homey.

Guilt

2010-06-23T14:49:00.000-07:00

I feel guilty when I don't get in any blog posts for awhile. It's not because I have a huge fan following or because some magazine is calling to ask if I'll guest write for them. It's because my blog is my journal. I know it's public and any ole' who can read it, but for me it's a way to document my life. I think I'll just remember that I blog a lot better than I journal and continue to try and be more consistent.

Too much has happened to try and play catch up in one post, like a big black birthday party and a green and gold graduation. Plus, I like to have photos with my posts, so this time I'll just talk about these photos.

Right before Father's Day, I had a grand game night. Remember my fabulous free party gig I have going with myhouseparty.com? They came through again, providing me with 3 games and tons of treats. So, I invited a bunch of people I think know how to have a good time and we put our IQ's to the test. Luckily, if you couldn't answer a question correctly, you could bid on answers and purchase Trivial Pursuit pie pieces. This is the strategy that keep the ladies in the lead pretty much the whole game, until the end. Enough said about that. For your benefit, you might see a little Violet enjoying the night as well.

Then came Father's Day and this was one of the best because I was able to be with my husband and my Dad on Father's Day. I'm not necessarily promoting the move-back-in-with-your-parents strategy to make this happen though. My dad is an incredible person. Although he isn't perfect, he is witty, smart, driven, hard working, and service oriented. He's a super grandpa too! My husband is also service oriented, compassionate, playful, hard working, and kind. I've noticed the older he gets, the better father has has become.

Since it's been so long, here' s a few random updates:

As a teacher, I'm supposed to have summer off, but I gladly have gone in almost every day to stay on top of a few things. It's nice to go in when I want and leave when I want, but also get tasks taken care of.
I was a college teacher for a day and it was great!
I got a sunburn and I'm irritated at myself for it.
Coop & I are going to Silverwood and Randy's this week
Kevin is moving here...he is bringing his family too!
Heidi is pregnant.
Mike is dealing with a crazy woman and I want to toilet paper her house...I'm mature like that.
Hunter volunteered for day camp this week while working full time night shifts. I see a headache in his future.
Calie came to visit and I didn't take a single pic...ugh!
I hate long lists of bulleted items. The end.

Baby Girl Smith

2010-05-13T20:51:00.001-07:00

She's here. She's beautiful. My sister is a bonified soldier. She worked hard today.

Being an Auntie is pure joy. I can love them, spoil them, tease them, kiss them, and, when they are tired and fussy and stinky, let their mother take over.

I can't wait to know what her name is. Welcome to the family little one.

For the Birds

2010-05-11T19:11:00.001-07:00

We've got birds. In the eaves. And I love it. My parents have eaves that have holes equally spaced apart. They used to extend the entire length of the house, but as my Dad begins a front exterior makeover, he has torn down some of the eaves.

This has forced the birds who were building their own little homes in the eaves to the eaves directly in front of the door and big picture window.

As a non-animal type of person, it's strange I enjoy birds so much. Right after my grandfather passed away, I was on a walk in my Meridian neighborhood, grieving and missing him. A small bird appeared on the sidewalk a few feet in front of me and started to sing. As I walked a long, the bird flitted from bush to bush along side me, communicating in it's lullaby ways. For some reason, the encounter lifted my spirits and calmed my emotions. Since then, I love taking moments to watch and listen to birds (in their natural habitat...not inside the house).

Friday, I opened the front door to head to work when immediately a patch of straw fell in front of me. I looked up to see a large beak poke through the hole in the eaves. I stopped, fascinated. Good thing, too, because within a few seconds, a large, sleek black bird (my mom thinks it's a woodpecker) swooped out of the hole and swooshed to the field across the street. I'll admit I screamed, and it was no lovely bird like melody, but I wasn't scared, just surprised. I stopped to watch for a little before scurrying off to work. Soon, the birds will be displaced as my dad works closer to their nests, but until then I'll enjoy.

Also, they keep leaving little white gifts all over the sidewalk for my parents. Thoughtful. I do avoid walking directly under the holes.

Best. Mom. Ever

2010-04-05T16:01:00.001-07:00

I realized as I looked back on my lack of posts that I forgot one very special occasion between the last 2 posts. Cooper turned 11. His grandparents were visiting and we had a lovely celebration despite the cake drama.

Have I mentioned how much I love this kid? He's not your rough and tumble kind of boy. He's your funny, dramatic, entertaining type of boy. He cares about others and has a zest for life. He likes to ask questions...lots of them and I usually don't have the answers.

He's a cuddler. He can entertain himself for days and if you are lucky enough to spy on him, you'll be entertained too. His smile is contagious and he smiles a lot.

I'm certainly blessed to have this child. It was tough getting him into this family, but he was worth it!

Every Moment in Life is a Gift

2010-02-27T19:24:00.000-08:00

Today started off wrong. I woke up with a resistant-to-swallowing sore throat and other flu like symptoms. Little did I know that something far worse would make an appearance in my day and leave me with a heart full of gratitude.

I had left for a quiet moment in Barnes & Noble and then to stop and say hi to the nieces before I head out of town on Tuesday. After an entertaining hour, I decided it was time to head home. When I noticed the car wash at the local gas station didn’t have a line, I knew I had to fill up and wash my mud layered car. I slowly pulled into the car wash, put it in park, and closed my eyes when my phone started to ring with the familiar 007 tune attached to calls from Kurt and only Kurt.

I answered the phone but knew immediately something was wrong from the tone of Kurt’s voice. He said Cooper had asked if he and a friend could go to our neighbor across the way to visit their barn and see the animals. Kurt & the other boy’s father agreed. Kurt went back to work rotating his tires in the driveway. A short time later, Kurt saw a fire truck and police car, sirens wailing, cross the Sun River bridge. After they were out of his view, he thought nothing of it.

About 10 minutes later, he heard a man’s voice and turned to see a police officer. The police officer asked Kurt if he had a young son to which Kurt replied yes. The police officer then went on to say that a car spotted two boys out on the ice of the Sun River and had called the police, but the boys were missing and the police couldn’t find them.

Background: Our across the way neighbors live on the Sun River.

Kurt, incredibly upset, went to the others boys house next door to talk to his dad when he spotted Cooper and the friend playing in the backyard. The police talked to Cooper who had indeed been playing on the ice of the river.

Today we are so grateful that our child is safe and that he was caught doing this the 1st time in dramatic fashion (the only way Coop does things). I can tell you Cooper will never do that again. Sometimes you take your loved ones for granted. Today, besides the many conversations we have had with Cooper, I have also hugged and loved on him over and over again. Do the same with yours.

Intermittent

2010-02-13T18:00:00.000-08:00

The next couple of months will be spotty at best. Homework has overtaken any free time I once had. Two classes is a lot to juggle with my job, but it's going to be worth it. Here's a brief photo catch up:

Cooper designed a fancy non-vehicle pinewood derby car. He took 3rd in his age group and I think it was the first time he really enjoyed a pinewood derby. Could the winning have anything to do with it?

Hunter had a wonderful eagle court of honor. He, his dad, and his Grandpa Lott, among others, spoke. I liked Hunter's make up. It was classy and sassy.

Cooper learned a valuable lesson. Don't suction cups to your face for lengthy periods of time or you will be left with a visible consequence. Personally, I got a kick out of his hickey moustache. It was mysterious and debonair.

I cut my hair off. Maybe not all of it. Cooper told me he would have to get used to it. Kurt told me he liked my hair long. Luckily, my coworkers, sister, grandma, and mother-in-law took a shine to it.

We'll talk later.

The friend hunt

2010-01-10T10:47:00.000-08:00

As you all have realized from previous posts, moving back to Great Falls has been a roller coaster transition. When we found out we would be moving, one of the things I was most distressed over was finding friends. I'm the type of person who needs a small group (6-10) of friends. You know, the group of gals you can call at the last minute and say, "Hey, do you want to come play games?" or "I need to go on a walk, want to join me?". It took me a couple of years in Meridian to find an amazing group of friends. For the 1st two years there, I wandered around like a lost sheep, hoping I could entice someone to induct me into their friend circle.

You see, finding friends in your 30's is more difficult than finding friends in your 20's and I'm beginning to think it gets more difficult as your age. By the 30's, women have already found their circle of friends though their children, job, church group, hubbies, etc. It's hard to break into those circles. On top of that, I'll admit, I'm fairly picky. I like having lots of friendly acquaintances, but real girlfriends usually have to meet some criteria. Here are a few girlfriend attributes I try to follow and my deep, down, forever girlfriends follow as well:

Don't have to talk to each other every minute of every day, but are ready to step it up when one of the gals is in need
Can go for a week or 2 (or months/years for long distance girlfriends) and you pick up right where you left off
Punctual. I feel a little jilted when a friend feels their time is more important than mine. It's demeaning.
They are there if they say they are coming. It really bothers me when someone says they are coming and then they just don't show. Now, there are emergency exceptions, but those should be rare.
Realizes you are faulty, and doesn't care.
Avoids drama (honestly, I swear there are people who thrive on it)
Doesn't take themselves too seriously

So, I'm on the hunt again. It's just as difficult as it was in Meridian. I'd love to have a group to play volleyball/walleyball with monthly. How about the group that gets together to celebrate our birthdays? I miss that for sure. I'm not giving up. Girlfriends are worth it. They keep me sane. Do you think putting out a want ad would sound too desperate? Probably.

Socks, how I love thee.

2010-01-01T11:52:00.000-08:00

Every Christmas season for the past 5 years or so, I've hosted a fun & crazy sock exchange. I long for socks the way most women collect shoes. This year was a bit more of a challenge due to the moving and the communal living and the new life and all, so I wasn't sure what to do. My sister was hosting book club for December, including a sock exchange and, much to my delight, an ugly sweater contest. Contest? Did someone mention contest? I'm in!

Coop & I went to Goodwill to find a couple sweaters which would meet my ugly standards. I profusely apologize in advance if you were once the proud owner of either sweater, but really you owe yourself a reward for letting go. Luckily, prior to the sweater hunt, I told Coop not to say anything about the true intent of our trip as to avoid offense. When I went to checkout, the cashier gushed over the fuchsia sweater, asking me where I found it in the store. Cooper kept a straight face the entire time. The cowboy sweater was my favorite. I love the short, square form with just the right indentation at each side. I didn't win, but I was one of the kind-of-hosts, so I asked for no votes. The opportunity to wear my find was reward in and of itself.

Socks are another story. I know socks and I was out for toesies that night. You're jealous...I know, but I was meant for these socks. I did end up hosting a small sock party just a couple days before Christmas. It was a small group but we enjoyed a relaxing evening of food, conversation, and threads for our tootsies. Unfortunately, I forgot my camera.

Hi, ho silver...Away!

Digital 2009 Christmas Card Post

2009-12-25T20:55:00.000-08:00

For the 1st, and hopefully only year, I won't be making & mailing Christmas cards, but I didn't want anyone to miss out on the lengthy and incredibly interesting yearly wrap up on our family. Here's the run down:

2009 found Kurt jobless as the economy took down his place of employment in dramatic style. He puts out hundreds of resumes and fills out a multitude of applications trying to secure employment, when low and behold he is hired by a contracting firm in the place of our former residence, Great Falls, MT. He is doing what he loves which is lambasting computer issues for the computer impaired. He works hard for our church ward (that isn't like a hospital ward for the most part) and is trying to live without most of his personal computer parts and gadgets.

2009 found Leslie working as a full time graduate assistant and participating the BSU Educational Technology Master's program full time. The move was bittersweet as she left her incredible friends and beloved home to embrace her missed family and live in the Fairhurst commune. She found a job as the Technology Instructional Coach for East Middle School where she has met the most incredible teachers and staff members and has a job she couldn't love more. She does miss her kitchen utensils, scrapbooking supplies, and belts.

2009 found Hunter finishing his junior year and working at the movie theater which provided free entertainment for his family and an income for his bills. He was thrilled about the move but left behind great friends and mentors. He followed the path of his Great Grandpa to work the summer on hardwood floors with his Uncle Mike. His car broke which was sad for both of us as we have to share and he doesn't share very well. He will finish up his senior year in a few short weeks and then will work to save some $$ for his mission. He is also an Eagle scout so he doesn't have to dodge his Grandpa Lott anymore.

2009 found Cooper in a new school in Meridian with a teacher he enjoyed a great deal. The move has been difficult for him, but he's adapted better than expected. He is in 5th grade now and walks over to my school every afternoon which is a wonderful way to end my work day. He is taking violin in school and is a member of the Young People's Choir here in Great Falls. I love to listen to him sing and hope he continues to work on that talent.

So, if you are still around, that's where we are in this moment. Our home is still for sale in Meridian so we are incredibly blessed to have my parents home to stay in. We know Jesus Christ lives. We are grateful for spiritual guidance and strength as we have worked through this year and for the support of our family and friends. We hope this entry finds you happy and healthy and grateful. Merry Christmas!

Explanation

2009-12-04T19:57:00.001-08:00

Meet Wendy, the newest addition to our family. She's Canadian, so she has brought some international flair to our household. Here are some Wendy facts:

She is very thin. She only weights about 3-4 pounds.

She's an insomniac. Sometimes she will lie down but can never get any shut eye. She gets so punchy that she will often find herself in someone else's bed.

She doesn't talk much. Since it's hard to get a word in around here, it's a refreshing change.

Wendy is a prankster. It's almost an obsession. Watch your back.

Wendy is a people person. It's amazing the animated reactions she invokes. People scream, laugh, cry...when they initially meet her. I've never seen anything like it.

She's a party girl, but only likes to go with us. So, if you are ready to meet her, let me know and we'll be glad to accompany her to your upcoming holiday bash.

Ready or not, here she comes.

Squeeze Me

2009-11-30T20:48:00.001-08:00

I'm just going to squeeze this in before December. Blog entry condensed style:

Welcomed a new member to the family.

Met the house of mold.

Saw a lady twirl in her skirt time after time.

Was given a lucky stone.

Lost a child, gained an adult.

Had a little help from my sweet in-laws.

Saw a lot of shirtless males.

Laughed.

Cried.

Ate.... a lot.

Saw the exhibit "Poo on a chair"

Slept too little.

Was married longer than ever.

Wished one loving, kind mother a Happy Birthday.

In your face November!

Distant Memory

2009-11-01T13:32:00.000-08:00

It's over. October is over. November is such a bully, so I'm going to soothe October by paying homage to our memories.

Hey October, remember when we started off with General Conference? That was one great way to start off a month. Then, remember when Hunter finished his Eagle project?

The snowfall & freezing temps weren't very welcoming, but you ended on a high.

I really enjoyed the opportunity you gave me to teach some trainings. My grandma's birthday was a blast. The Windows 7 party offered some shockers with a set of party goers leaving as another set arrived. Fun times October.

Then there was Halloween. Aside from the wind, it was warm and sunny and full of addictive promise. All in all, you did pretty good October. I would have given you an A+ if you had found a family for our home. I guess you had to leave some fun for November! See you next year and I promise to be more on top of things and ready to decorate and celebrate.

The bird has flown the coop

2009-10-25T20:27:00.000-07:00

I've never felt jilted having only boys. Boys are fun to raise. They are fairly easy for the most part, but there is one thing about boys that chills me to the bone. You may remember a previous post titled, "Scouts, schmouts" I wrote. For me, scouts is a pressure filled, treacherous program fill with risk taking in the hopes of attaining a badge, belt loop, knot, or some other masculine trinket.

The epitome of a true scouter is the rank of Eagle scout (do you hear the harps playing...I do). If you dare to take your boys down the path of scouting, be prepared for the wrath of eagle lovers everywhere if your child doesn't make it to eagle scout. There are whispers in the halls and the closer your son gets to the ripe old age of 18, the louder those whispers become.

Here's the deal. I don't do my children's homework. I don't hound them every second of the day about it either. I don't force them into sports. I don't force them into music. If they want to try something, I'll support them (except drugs). I don't micromanage their lives. AND...I don't do their scouts projects for them. So, I'm happy to report that Hunter, at this own direction and in his own, sweet, procrastinistic time, has completed his Eagle project with the help of some incredible people.

Throughout this journey, Hunter has had some dedicated leaders, friends and family who have been loyal to the scouting cause. I appreciate them a great deal. Yesterday it rained, thundered, lighteninged, and hailed...but the dedicated crew pushed on. Congratulations Hunter!!! I knew you could do it.

To all you all whisperers, call me later and tell me who we're whispering at next.

Slow on the get go

2009-10-18T09:36:00.001-07:00

It's October, actually half way through October, and I just barely changed my blog appearance (as in seconds ago). I haven't put up a single decoration (packed), baked any Halloween goodies (lack of beaters), and I just started gathering Cooper's costume parts. I'm an October failure this year.

What have I done? Well, I started buying winter gear (still in storage unit) because winter came calling in a megaphone sort of way. I did hang out with a very sick Coops. Stomach flu one week, real flu the next. I did purchase more work clothes because naked isn't in this year. See, I've done things, but I sure miss doing my October things.

I've heard through the grapevine there was an open house at our Meridian home yesterday. I wonder if it's true. Last week was my parents 40th anniversary and my in-laws 44th anniversary. They are 2 couples who know how to stick together through the roller coaster of life. This week is full of crazy..which I guess is fitting for Halloween. Besides my full work week, I have 2 district trainings I'll be doing on Tuesday & Thursday evening. Then, on Saturday, Hunter and friends will be working on his Eagle project and that evening I'll be hosting my Windows 7 launch/Halloween party. The biggest event though...it's my Grandma's birthday on Thursday. Too bad I'm working a 11 hour day. I'll be sure to make it up to her the next week because I love a good birthday.

Speaking of spooky, yesterday I let Hunter go with a group of friends to Missoula to visit Brooke. This was not easy & I'm not fully convinced it was worth it yet.

ps. Did you know my sister is expecting? It's true.

I hope everyone is fully taking advantage of October to make up for my downfall.

Gingerbread personalities

2009-09-27T14:49:00.000-07:00

Last week for family home evening, we created gingerbread people in small teams. Kelli came up with the activity and we were pretty excited to play. As we split into teams and began to build our g-people, certain personalities of team members slowly began to emerge.

Our g-people guidebook was given to us before we started our creations.

The teams were split as follows:

Hunter & Leslie
Cooper & Kurt
Mike & Gracie

Kelli was the manager of the activity and Molly was the taste tester.

Kelli handed out the bowls of frosting in the following order: 1st to Hunter & I, then Kurt & Coop & Finally Gracie & Mike.

As soon as Hunter & I received our frosting, I was ready to win. Hunter started dipping the cupcakes, but I didn't feel he was going as fast and efficiently as he could, so I took over. Hunter could care less and started eating accessories and playing with Molly. When Kurt & Coop received their frosting, it took them (Kurt) about 5 minutes to plan out what he was going to do while Cooper kept begging to get started. Mike and Gracie got their frosting and went to town, with little forethought of a final product.

If this was a timed race, Mike & Gracie would have won. They were the first to finish even though they received their frosting last. Hunter & I (basically just me) finished close behind while Kurt & Cooper (really Kurt) took forever to finish. As the leader of my team (not appointed of course), my goal was to create a gingerbread person that closely mimicked the book picture with a couple of original ideas. I think Kurt's goal was to create the most perfect frosting lines in the history of this field while making sure the accessories were symmetrical. Mike & Gracie's goal was to decorate with grandiose style, throwing anything they wanted on.

In the end I think we all accomplished our goals.

Identity Crisis

2009-09-13T21:21:00.000-07:00

On Friday, after helping students in one of our computer labs, a student came up to me and asked if I was the "technology expert" for the middle school. Kurt happened to be visiting me at the moment, so I deflected the student toward him but it did make me wonder about my new identity as a working mom. Who am I? Last year at this time I would have quickly replied, "I'm a stay at home mom, wife and student". I'm now a mom, wife, student and teacher, but none of those labels really capture who I feel I am.

I was visiting with my Grandma and she was telling me that she can't think of one thing she is an expert of. I feel the same way. People who are true experts in their field cannot separate their identity from their expertise. They are so entwined they can't be completely distinct. Those people win the Nobel Peace Prize, have highly successful careers in the arts, are the top of their field in athletics, etc. My identity is one of a dabbler. The closest thing that defines me is my religious beliefs. They are tied to my soul and cannot be untangled. Other than that, I have a lot of things I feel comfortable with but not one thing I solely focus on. I'm okay with that.

So when people as me what I do, the list is too long to name. It's as if they are asking me to bundle all of my interests and intriques in a few short words. It just can't be done. I'll let all the experts of their fields continue to make impressive and sometimes frightening societal changes while I work in the background doing good where I can and learning from others. What do I do? I'm a dabbler. What are you?

Routine..new & old

2009-08-30T20:20:00.000-07:00

What do frantically shopping for jeans that will fit Cooper, buying a pair of jeans for Hunter in the hopes he will wear them at least once, and traversing retail establishments looking for that last elusive pencil case have in common? It's school time again and it's bigger and better than ever.

Hunter is a senior. I think some dust just flew in my eyes. How can it be? This I know for sure: Senioritis is a real ailment and Hunter is stricken with it. On his first day of school, hold on tight people because this is going to come as a huge shock to you, he wore basketball shorts. The shorts are new. The shoes are new (as usual). The shirt...is old. He's just that kind of kid.

Cooper enters the 5th grade and we were able to enroll him in a school near my job. He has been belly aching about getting back to school all summer and I'm fairly certain he couldn't have waited a second more. He wore his new jeans and hoodie, but the shirt is older. Taking after his older brother, he'd decided the more shiny the shoe, the better.

I'm back in school with a double dose. I began my fantastic job as the Technology Instructional Coach at East Middle School and I started my new semester at BSU. I know I'm still in the honeymoon stage of my job, but I LOVE it. I move fast, really fast. Lunch lasts 10 minutes at the most. My tasks are diverse. Unfortunately, the glitz of my job has overshadowed my normal love of my grad classes. I'm delving deep to find some motivation.

Kurt, Cooper & I ride to our various locations together every day while Hunter heads to seminary (early morning for the 1st time). Gracie peeked her bright eyed head out for a goodbye on the 1st day as well. My busy life was just amped up and hopefully we, as a family, can rise to the challenge.

Reception at Hotel Fairhurst

2009-08-18T20:21:00.000-07:00

It was a grand event. The stage was set in her favorite color with a sprinkle of flowers and a puff of balloons.

140 cupcakes adorned the triad of tiers and a chocolate fountain bubbled and pulsated with delight.

We were all there to honor our good family friend, Barbara Lee Raynes and her new groom, Lincoln. My grandma was a hostess beyond measure as she mingled and mixed with friends old and new.

It was such a magical evening that guests arrived 30 minutes early and stayed 30 minutes late. What a wonderful time was had by all.

Back in Blackfoot

2009-08-15T09:32:00.000-07:00

Family reunions. Gotta love 'em. Kurt, Cooper & I headed to Blackfoot, Idaho for the Lon & Ruby Lott family reunion. As you know, my sister also lives in Blackfoot, so we had a partial sister reunion as well. I would love to share all the photos I took at the Lott portion of the weekend, but I was always so freezing cold that getting my camera did not appeal to me.

I will say this, some of my more daring family member joined in a human pyramid that weekend and I know a certain scrappin' sister-in-law took a photo. I'm really hoping she will email it to me (both sides) so I can post it.

The reunion just wasn't long enough. I feel like I got a small dose of Lotts and a small dose of Pearsons, but not enough of either.

I did take my camera to the park when Misti & I took the kids. So, those are the pics you get. I have to mention the fact that every night we came home smelling roasty and we just pulled that aroma with us into the Pearson household. Many of you know my niece Bostyn tells it like it is, so it did my heart good when she would lean toward me and take in a long sniff and exclaim, "You smell goooood". For some reason no one else in the Pearson family backed her up.

One more thing. I did get some Pirates Booty from Misti and this delectable chex/golden graham/coconut/almond/gooey snack from Jen. If you beg, she might just give you the recipe.

Punctual...Oh how I wish

2009-08-06T17:23:00.000-07:00

We were supposed to leave town an hour ago. Here we are. Things happened. Things out of my control. I'm Type A and punctuality is very important to me, but...

There was a glitch in Kurt's payroll software and he couldn't leave work until it got fixed

Kurt did not pack a single thing last night

There is a weird sound in the van we are going to have to look at (when he is done packing)

We still need to eat dinner at some point

Why is it when you are leaving town, something is bound to bog you down? (Catch the rhyme?) Wish us luck and hopefully no tornadoes will track us down. I'll report on our adventures or misadventures soon.

(Right now I'm using all my mental energy to help Kurt know what he needs to pack next. He said he was done 10 minutes ago. Still waiting....)

I cannot believe it is August and, oh, how things have changed!

2009-08-03T16:27:00.000-07:00

Sometimes, when I'm writing posts for the blog, I wonder if I'll ever be able to come up with something interesting to write about again (interesting to me at least). What I have found is I have a lot more to write about the more frequently I write because the longer I wait the more experiences dissipate and become an unmanageable mess. So today is a fresh start with a rewind beginning.

REWIND: July ended on a high. I'm officially employed which means I'm excited, nervous, anxious, relieved and very busy. My job title: Technology Instruction Coach. Can you imagine a better job? When technology and creativity combine, the possibilities are endless.

I finished my summer classes. This summer marks the end of me ever taking classes full-time again. I'll take one this fall. ONE. It seems strangely fabulous.

I went to Moodle Boot Camp. I love saying that because people either pretend they know what I'm talking about and just nod and say "uh huh" or they ignore me and swiftly change the topic of conversation.

I went to the pet and doll parade with my sister, Laura and kids in tow. If you don't have this type of parade, it's where children can get dressed up and/or dress up their animals or dolls and be in a parade. It adorable.

July also signified the end of summer for Hunter. He has basically been gone the entire month working. It's great because he is never anywhere he can really spend the money he is earning. Sadly, his car broke as well.

Another incredible event occurred in the Fairhurst commune in July. My sister Kelli joined me in my current decade..the 30's. I'm on my way out and she is just starting the journey. My sister Misti and my grandma and some wonderful friends surprised her with a chocolate party.

TODAY: There was so much more that happened in July, but it's already fading away. So let's talk today. Today I went to the doctor's office to get a TB shot for the school district. While I was there I was able to hear a man tell about recently getting bit by a rattlesnake and having to walk miles to his vehicle afterward. He said you don't die, it's just very painful. Is that true? I don't plan on testing his theory. I don't really believe it anyway...I think he just got lucky.

I also had to go to the County Superintendent to get an official seal on my MT teaching license. I was SO happy I was able to walk right past the incredibly long line at the motor vehicle dept to the one lone stall for the Superintendent. It was worth all the glares and hateful glances.

Did you know it's Beanie Baby time at McDonalds? Cooper is well aware of it, so today I ordered myself a happy meal so he would get 2 little goodies. Is that against some McDonald rule or something? I did feel a tidge guilty about it.

For the next 2 days I have more Moodle training here in town and then I'm off to the Lott reunion this weekend and to see my sister Misti & her family. I have one more wish floating loudly through the universe and that is hoping my house will sell. And it will.

Bang!

2009-07-07T19:42:00.000-07:00

It's July and "Bang" seems to be the theme thus far. Of course you except some bang on the 4th of July and this year was no exception. Part of DJ and fam, Kelli and fam, & Kurt, Cooper & I staked our spot on Central Ave. to watch the annual 4th of July Parade. We were there for over 2 hours. It was a fabulous parade, but 2 hours is a long time with 4 small children, 1 nearby smoker, and melting ice cream. Later, the guys lit off our fireworks which are always a hit. This year the only injury belongs to me with a slight burn on my finger from trying to stick a still hot sparkler into the box so it wouldn't end up on the ground somewhere.

Another bang we can't seem to get away from is the bang of thunder as storm, after storm, after storm rolls in. The 4th of July ended with the bang of a storm and a 4 hour blackout.

Kurt called 911 when he heard two bangs late one night. He's pretty good at deciphering gunshots from fireworks, but I think some manufacturer tricked him.

We have been also lacking in the "bang, bang, bang on the door" department. No one has knocked down our door to steal our beautiful home in Meridian which sits empty and forlorn, just looking for a loving family. In addition, no one has knocked down my door to hire me. It's a bit sad for me as I've just been waiting to teach and now no one wants to retire.

Now that I've banged this post out, it's time to bang out some homework.

ps. I promise I won't do another play on words post for at least a week or so!

Oh Wo!

2009-06-20T12:28:00.001-07:00

Wisdom teeth. The troublemakers of one's mouth. Prior to moving, our fantastic friend & dentist offered to remove the last 3 of Hunter's wisdom teeth. Hunter was up for it, so off he went. I think he would have dragged his feet a bit more if he knew what was coming.

The tooth pulling went as fine as could be expected. This was about 10 days before we moved. Hunter lumbered down to the basement to recover in his cave. The first few days, he managed the discomfort with the X-men Trilogy and vicodin. Monday, things took a turn for the worse (we moved that Saturday). He was in so much pain, but couldn't miss any school because he had to finish out his semester early.

He looked miserable and was barely holding it together. Tuesday he walked in from school & wept (which he never does) because the pain was too much. We took him back to the dentist to find out he had 2 dry sockets. Figures. Hunter is the man of many strange anomalies. For the next 3 days he went in every day to get the holes packed and then would rest. Needless to say, he couldn't help much with the move but I'm so happy he was almost healed by the time we headed out and now we don't have to worry about that issue any more.

Edith continued...

2009-06-20T12:17:00.001-07:00

The final meeting of Archie has lost it's zing a big seeing as I haven't been on in so long, but I need to write it down or I'll forget it for sure.

Prior to leaving Meridian, I gave Archie the name, address, and phone number of our storage unit with the following instructions, "Someone from the office has to let you in with a key, so make sure to call and let them know the time you will be arriving." I told him this twice. **Foreshadowing Alert**

Tuesday morning, the day the truck was to arrive, my phone rang at 8:20am. Archie. He wanted to let me know that they were at the storage unit but no one was there to let them in. I asked if he called ahead of time and he ignored me, but told me to get there when I could. So I got ready and made it there about 9:15 am at which time I went to the office (right in front of Archie, his truck & crew) where a sign explicitly stated the office didn't open until....10am. Archie was a bit crabby, so Hunter & I took off for a bit and when we got back an hour later, Archie and entourage were in the gate and unloading.

I let him know I was looking for 3 boxes to pull out, my computer, my monitor, and our printer. They found the monitor and the printer in the first hour of unloading (Hunter & I were there in the hot, hot sun for 5 and a half hours while they unloaded). We made our usual donut and drink run, but Archie did not partake of the non-Krispy Kreme donuts. As the day went on, the processor was no where to be found. In an act of pure non-Archiness, Archie apologized over & over because they couldn't find it (not his fault at all). I was close to tears as my dearest Archie drove off and my processor was no where in sight.

Summer classes were going to start and I need some specific programs on my processor. I drove home & waited for Kurt to come home so I could lean on him for a bit. As I told him my sad tale, he reassured me we would find it before classes started. He decided to set up the printer in the meantime. I went to open the door to our lovely office space Kelli & Mike cleaned out for us when lo and behold...there was my processor sitting in a box on the desk. I turned my eyes on Kurt with a look of wonder to which he exclaimed, "YOU MADE me put that in my van to bring here". It didn't matter that he was in the wrong as usual, all that mattered was my processor was in arms reach. Sorry Archie, all that looking for nothing. Until we meet again (hopefully never in this capacity)!

EDITH!

2009-06-08T11:10:00.001-07:00

Meet the moving truck driver. You may recognize him. We had the pleasure of interacting with this crusty on the outside, somewhat mushy on the inside with a dash of boundary issues persona during our manic move to Montana.

The day before the movers were supposed to show up, I received a call from the mover's office telling me our driver would be contacting us by 3pm that afternoon to let us know when he was going to show up on move day..Friday. Of course, there was no phone call, so we figured they were running late and would show until about noon on Friday. Keep in mind, we had all of our things boxed up and ready to throw in the truck.

Friday morning, with a stomach full of agitation, I got up and started getting ready. I happened to walk past the front room window when low & behold a HUGE moving semi rounded the corner. I ran to check the time: 8:05 am. Kurt & I about fell over. This began our adventure with Archie. He was a mumbling, grumbling kind of guy who brought 2 box lifters with him. He would throw little jabs at them here & there and then talk about how marvelous they were. I read you are supposed to feed the movers if they are there during meal time, so I asked if they would like some donuts. Archie replies, "What kind of donuts? I'm very picky about the type of donuts I'll eat." I told him I was headed to Krispy Kreme and, with a glint of a grin he said, "Those are the only type of donuts I like. Want me to ride along with you?".

Well that threw me for a loop. Come with me? That wasn't going to happen and when I started listing all the places I needed to go he stated, "Well, I better stay. I need to supervise the guys anyway". PHEW! After getting the donuts and drinks, I figured they would be out of there in a couple of hours. Never in my wildest dreams did I think it would take them 8 hours to load my boxes. I quit feeding them, hoping the hunger would drive them. Sometimes I would hide in a vacant room, curl up in the fetal position, and rock away my worries. Meanwhile, Archie was telling Kurt to disassemble this & disassemble that and reminding the "lifters' that if they couldn't get it right he would have to show them how it's done. Oh my. When they finally left, a feeling of sweet relief washed over me, but Archie and I would meet again...on the other side of the mountain. To be continued....

Thinkin' Employment

2009-05-29T20:25:00.000-07:00

Now that we've been in Great Falls for less than a week, I've really begun to think about employment. Of course, my number one hopeful desire, is to be a teacher, but it seems they don't have as many openings as I once thought, so I started browsing the job service employment site to see the types of jobs I could possibly qualify for. Let me reiterate: I would really LOVE to be teaching in the fall, but sometimes you have to be open to other possibilities.

I'm a woman of many talents. If there is a need for someone who still likes to do a little moonwalking, I'm the gal for the job. If someone desperately needs a warm body to browse through their fantasticly manicured yard to ooohhhh and ahhhh...call me. If a special someone is searching for a person talented in hiding and then jumping out and scaring people, I'm a pro. As I looked through the Great Falls employment listings, I came a cross a spectacular one, but I'm fairly certain I'm not qualified. If you know someone who can hold their breath for a long time, doesn't mind a humid environment, and has great physical endurance, send them to my blog for the following job information:

Mermaid / 1363925
Wage $10.00 Hourly Location GREAT FALLS, CASCADE, MT, 59403
Local Motel/Lounge seeks a part-time Mermaid. Wage is $10.00 per hour plus tips. Must be a great swimmer and have swimming experience, as will be swimming in pool for the entire shift. Ability to work in chlorinated water, hold your breath for long periods of time, perform in front of public, great physical endurance and work in humid environment. Will work 10 hours per week to include every Friday and Saturday from 8:30 PM TO 1:30 AM. Essential functions: Swimming, holding breath for long periods of time, good physical conditioning, swimming in front of public.
Open Date 5/18/2009 Close Date
Days Off Mon, Tue, Wed, Thu, Sun
Openings 1 Work Schedule 8:30 pm to 1:30 am each Fri & Sat
Lifting Capacity Up to 20 lbs

39 (for reals)

2009-05-16T12:38:00.000-07:00

For all of you who haven't heard, I had a birthday yesterday and I loved every minute of it. I turned 39, for reals, not 39 and holding, just 39.

I had lots of birthday wishes from friends and family through phone calls, facebook and websites. A couple of my favorite stores sent me birthday wishes and, as a special gift, my possible jury duty trial was settled out of court so I didn't have to go in.

After cleaning the tops of my cupboards (note to self, cupboards that extend to the ceiling in the next house), Kurt took me out to lunch for my free Red Robin veggie birthday burger. After which he surprised me with an unexpected, drama filled stop by the unemployment office to finish some moving company details.

We came home and Kurt took Hunter to run an errand and to get movie tickets while Cooper went to a friends house for the evening. All of the sudden, I was completely alone...and I liked it...for a minute. Kurt dropped Hunter off before heading to the movie, threw my gifts on the bed, and told me to open them when I want. That guy is a keeper. So, I coaxed Hunter up so I could open the one from Kurt in front of someone and I saved the one from Cooper to open in front of him.

Then, I went to a store I've been wanting to visit with my friend Alicia who then took me to my Walleyball party...and what a party it was. I had the best candy gram given to me and they ordered my favorite giant cookie from my favorite cookie place. They dressed me up like Strawberry Shortcake meets the Hawaiian Tropica model and sent me on to the court, but I eventually had to disrobe...too distracting.

Afterward, a few of us went out for a bit to eat. Those ladies know how to keep me up late at night. I'm sure going to miss all my wonderful friends here. I've learned so much from each of them. Thanks for making my birthday so memorable.

ps. I waited for Cooper to get up this morning to open his gift. When he walked in the room I said, "Coop, I waited to open this until you could watch". He responded, "Why?" to which I replied, "Because it's from you". I opened up the gifts & thanked him but he only said, "I didn't get that for you," and walked away. Another keeper.

Exhibitionist in the Making

2009-05-12T17:05:00.000-07:00

This past weekend was a rare treat, a girls only trip for the ladies in my family. We headed to Colorado Springs to spend Mother's Day with my parents. I'll tell you a bit more about that trip in a different post. This post is dedicated to the unexpected accosting I was the recipient of at the Boise Airport

Misti & I flew out of Boise together. After my good friend Shawna drove us to the airport, we checked our bags & headed to security. I gave the uniformed gentlemen my I.D. and then headed for the x-ray machines. Somehow, a non-girl ended up between Misti and I, so I graciously let him step in front of me so Misti and I could gawk at people together.

I took off my shoes & jacket, placing them in a container and then put my juvenile looking backpack in the next one. As I started to move toward the conveyor belt, a woman opened a magical glass door and, with a smile, ushered me in. FOREBODING: Feeling a bit comical, I said, "I know you are trying to make me think I won something, but I know what you are up to", when in hindsight, I had NO idea.

The kind, girl-next-door officer said she was going to have to wand me and if it went off, she would have to pat me down in the area. She then offered a private room to which I replied (still feeling giddy), "Only if you are going to touch any private areas" to which she replied, still smiling, "I may have to pat down your behind, but I'll use the back of my gloved hand". That was a huge red flag I missed.

So, I stood with my arms held out to the side (you have to be in shape and a showgirl for this situation) while she started to wand me. The first place she stopped: My bosomy area. You see, I wear an underwire bra made out of plastic explosives...or so the wand thought. The patting began, all over my bosomy area and between the girls, in front of everyone. Now, that may have silenced some people, but it brought out the embarrassing giggly girl in me. So, I said to Misti, I guess kind of loudly, "I just got felt up". Guess what? When you say something like that, all men look in your direction. It's true. It was a hypothesis before, but I proved it on this trip.

Then, there was this little girl, staring at me like I was a peculiar animal in a cage. The now, not so friendly, touchy security lady asked if she was my daughter to which I responded, "No, she's just in enjoying the show". Those security people totally lack a sense of humor. Also, whenever I would make eye contact with Misti, she would blush and then avert her eyes.

After getting my rear patted, pulling the top of my pants down (hope you all enjoyed my silkies) and watching my security guard go from friendly to way TOO friendly, I was out of there.

Note to self: Don't ever let someone cut in front of you in the airport security line and don't wear an underwire bra and take the private room.

Alter Ego: Shaggy Montana

2009-05-04T20:58:00.001-07:00

Escaping from a time portal and entering this era is the creepy perv you used to see trolling the roller rink. He looks harmless, but there's always a little bit of spittle sliding out the side of his mouth and his eyes always seem somewhat weepy.

In full leather and metallic attire, he slips on his white roller skates and finds himself where ever small groups of young girls are congregated. Sadly, they aren't even aware he is there. Be safe girls. Be safe.

Shake your Prom Prom

2009-05-03T11:23:00.001-07:00

I knew Hunter was going to prom and that's about all I knew. Boys don't get giddy and they are pretty tightlipped about their plans which can only make a mom anxious.

The first shock of the day was when Hunter asked where his jeans were. That may not seem like an abnormal questions for most mothers, but I happen to know that Hunter doesn't wear jeans. I know that because I have spent money on jeans that sit in his closet year after year. This was a paparazzo moment.

The 2nd shock was the entire prom date. Did you know in the Boise, Idaho, area that prom isn't just a dance? It's an all day affair. ALL DAY. Hunter was out the door at 10:30am and got home at 1:30am (today). First, they went to the mall to play some game like cops & robbers. I hope they weren't being literal.

Next, they went to Panda Express, got food and went to the park. Somehow, it didn't start to rain again until they were leaving.

Then, it was home for about an hour to get ready (those poor girls). Hunter barely made it and it usually takes him about 6 minutes to get ready for the day.

They were supposed to meet at our house at 4:15pm for pics, but, not surprisingly, the deadline lapsed. I left at 4:45 and they were still waiting for 2 couples. Kurt became the photog and probably did better than I usually do.

Note: The fabulous corsage was made by Kristin Whitby. Isn't it gorgeous??

They guys took the girls to the Cheesecake Factory for dinner, then went to the park for formal pictures, then off to the prom. Hunter drove his date and Calvin + date in my fancy Ford Escort that he has cluttered up. Classy. After prom, from what I know, they went to John Doe's house and watched a video. I loved getting to see all the girls in their beautiful dresses. Hunter's date is a doll and is a friend of Hunter's which makes prom a lot more fun. Now this sporadic annual event can be crossed of the list. PHEW!

Time is Vanishing

2009-04-30T17:34:00.001-07:00

I hope our house does.

Old stuff

2009-04-29T17:31:00.001-07:00

Trying to do my best mom impression, I went along on Cooper's field trip last week. We saw a lot of old stuff and a lot of dead stuff. First we went to the pioneer cemetary. When Coop told me that was where we were headed, I didn't really believe him. He does mishear things sometimes, but sure enough that is where we went. We tromped through wet grass to look at pioneers who made an impact on Idaho History. Well, not the pioneers themselves...that would be inappropriate.

We then went to a park to eat where we shivered and shook until we got to go into the Idaho History Museum. I really like the stuffed 2 headed lamb and the portrait room showing pictures of child labor. Cooper's teacher took a ride on the wild side and I played chaperone to 7 very fun children. I was glad to get home and take off my soaking wet socks & shoes and think about how happy I am to be alive.

Get down

2009-04-29T17:26:00.001-07:00

Hunter, much to his disdain, participated in our regional dance festival. Kurt, Cooper & I had a blast watching him and A LOT of other youth shake their money makers. For the opening and closing number, which included a little too much gyrating, Hunter held the flag off to the side, but he did participate in one dance number and the only reason I have proof is because I found the picture on his dance partner's (for that part) blog. I stole it. But I'm giving her credit...thanks Ashley. Let me tell you, Hunter was fantastic. I had no idea. Work it Hunter!

Surprise!

2009-04-19T08:38:00.000-07:00

About a week or so ago, Hunter worked up enough courage to ask a girl to prom. He wasn't going to go to prom until his senior year, but since we are moving he wanted to go with his friends here. He made a little basket with eggs. Some of the tiny eggs held golden chocolate eggs with a one word message and the young lady put them all together, they spelled out an invitation to prom.

He's been waiting, not quite with baited breath, but waiting nonetheless. Last night he got home about 11:15pm from work. About 11:30pm there was a BANG, BANG, BANG on the door. We were in bed, but still awake. A few seconds later, Hunter came into our room carrying the yummiest looking cake with a little flag designating the whole thing to Hunter, even the muffin on top. Darn!!

Like excited little puppies, Kurt & I followed Hunter into the kitchen, possibly hoping for a piece of the delicious looking concoction. We had no idea was the "EEE" on the muffin meant, but we figured it was buried in the cake. Hunter started to cut the cake when it became very apparent it was not a cake at all.

Kurt & I helped him scrape off all the frosting only to find a phone book. Ahhh, not "EEE", "333". The search through the frosting edged phonebook began. One section after another, Hunter flipped and prodded. Until finally, with blue frosting fingers, he found what he had been looking for. "Yes".

Good Old Days

2009-04-13T14:29:00.000-07:00

Remember waking up in the early hours of Easter morning and tiptoeing downstairs to see if the Easter Bunny had filled your basket? Magically, every year baskets were filled and dreams fulfilled.

Remember getting a new dress or finding your best dress and taking care to look extra special for church? Everyone would admire each other and fill fresh and renewed.

Remember coming home and changing as the air began to fill with the mixture of sweet and salty smells permeating from the kitchen. Then, sitting down to a smattering of all of our favorite dining pleasures and eating to our hearts content.

Remember playing with cousins and laughter coming from the "adult" room? Somehow the kitchen sparkles as you try to sneak one more piece of candy. The day is full and long and you wish it would never end.

I loved those days. Now, it's more like this: Start baking and cooking Saturday, even though there is only four of you. Wait for the wee ones to sleep (one of which gets home at 1am), then deciding to set the alarm early to help the bunny with the baskets. After rising for that task, more cooking. Then enjoying the faces of your youngest as he explores the goodies, but having to wake up the oldest and beg him to come downstairs.

Quickly throwing on some clothes to make it to church on time where you finally can relax and feel the true spirit of the day. Unfortunately, church is only 3 hours long. You race home to get the ham in while making sure the crew eats something other than sugar. Then, fix 3 more dishes and enlist the help of the hubby to cut the strawberries for planned dessert. Dinner seems to last about 3 minutes before tummies are full and dishes are waiting. Once again, hubby to the rescue (with a teensy bit of prompting). Incorporated in the day is an egg hunt for the young one. Myself and the older one hide them in unique, hidden places and then giggle as we watch the young one flounder.

The day is ended with scripture and prayer. I love these days as well. Happy Easter.

Gettin' the fabulous word out

2009-04-03T20:11:00.000-07:00

First, my sister is having another vinyl giveaway at her online store Cottage Quotes. You don't want to miss out on it, so hurry over and leave a comment.

Second, I have an incredibly creative friend here in Meridian who has started doing flowers for weddings and formal dances. Her prices are incredible and the product is top notch! Go take a peek at Kristen Whitby Weddings and Kristen Whitby Flowers.

Third, don't forget to check out the gorgeous jewelry at my sister-in-law Heidi's site, My Favorite Things Jewelry. Her latest pieces are beautiful.

Last, my super scrappin' sister-in-law Jennifer has started an online scrapbook kit store. She has been doing this quite a while and is very talented. Go to Lotts to Scrap About and splurge a little.

I can hook you up. Don't even get me started on Sheena's photography!!!!

Change

2009-04-02T21:02:00.000-07:00

Yesterday. Four simple words sent my in to an emotional tail spin. "I got the job". A moment we've been waiting for, praying for, hoping for. In that moment I called family and denied the possibility that I was playing a cruel April Fools joke. Then, it hit me. It hit hard. We are moving. We are moving which means packing, cleaning, errand upon errand, selling our home in a tough economical situation, new schools, new dentists, new doctors. Leaving our friends. Those people who have changed us in this place. Who have laced our life with joy and fun. Who have encouraged and supported us through difficult times. Who have guided, loved, and embraced our children. Then I felt dizzy, my mind swimming with seemingly unmanageable tasks and my emotions torn between the people we love in the places we love.

I couldn't do my homework. I couldn't do housework. I became paralyzed, gripped by the overwhelming nature of the moment. Sleep was difficult. I couldn't get comfortable. I couldn't relax. Thoughts were whirling, swirling, colliding in my head, but, eventually, I succumbed. And morning brought perspective.

A job. We have a job again. Yes, we'll be leaving the physical location of our friends, but we live in a digital age and have the opportunity to maintain and cultivate friendships with the click of a mouse. How dare I act so silly? Our prayers were answered. Goodbyes are a thing of the past. I've always hated them anyway. I've had the opportunities to enlarge my circle of friends and they have made me a better person. I've been so blessed. Now, I'll return to the vast blue sky of Montana, to the place of my birth, to friends and family I left not long ago. Clarity. Life is good. Have hope. Embrace faith. Celebrate relationships and cherish growth. Montana here we come.

Blackfoot...at least that is what they say

2009-03-27T11:17:00.000-07:00

Cooper & I decided to go to see my sister Misti and her kids for a few days, just a short trip. I didn't bring any homework so we could just visit and play. I was very nervous about snowy roads, but it didn't start snowing until we actually hit Blackfoot, or what I thought was Blackfoot. As I'm cruising along I-15, watching the snowflakes start to fall, I see a sign "Blackfoot exit 1 mile". I like to follow directions and there were no signs saying there were multiple exits, so I took it. I knew I made a mistake as soon as I got off the exit, but I figured Blackfoot was a very small town so I could figure it out. WRONG.

I couldn't find any of the cross streets I had on my mapquest sheet, so when I saw a mailman, I decided to stalk him. I finally ran him down and he didn't have a clue as to the address I was looking for. Meanwhile, the snow started to fall harder and harder. Being that I'm a woman, I'm not afraid to ask for directions so I stopped at Maverick and decided to call Misti on the pay phone. Outside. In the snow. Thank heavens Misti jumped in her van and came to get us. I don't think I would have ever found her place.

The 2 nights and 3 days I was there was so much fun. Bostyn & Kams are hilarious. So much drama in those tiny little bodies and so much personality. Misti made me the best soup ever and I really need the recipe. We stayed up too late both nights playing Rock Band and Mario Party 8 on the Wii. I favorite was just visiting and being entertained by the kids. It was just what I needed, although I wish I could have stayed longer. Cooper, on the other hand, did stay longer. He is still there. Oh my. The secrets Misti will find out about our family. Maybe I cried a little when I left him. Maybe Misti thought I was my dad. I guess we'll never know. Tag! Misti...it's your turn for a visit!

My Puh-Pah

2009-03-14T10:01:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow. March 15th. The celebration begins. It's my dad's, Freddy Leo Fairhurst, birthday and for the force-to-be-reckoned with kind of guy he is, I think the whole world (at least my little blogging world) should celebrate with him and wish him a Happy Birthday.

Since most of us can't make it to Colorado Springs, CO, where he is serving his mission, the best way to celebrate with him is to celebrate Fred style. I'll give you some choices, or if you're Fred enough, you can try them all at once.

Take a Pepsi, pour peanuts straight into the Pepsi, and drink/chew it down. Salty & sweet all at the same time.

Eat Gizzard without having to chew each one more than 10 times. (My Dad was born with T-Rex teeth)

Ask someone to pull your finger, but be prepared to deliver.

Bring out THE CLAW...and the evil laugh.

Drive a vintage Ford Mustang or mist up a little every time vintage vehicles pass your view.

Although all of the above are true...I make no joke about that, if you are really going to celebrate Fred style you have to do anything for anyone, forgive easily, think all people are beautiful, try to fix anything and it actually works afterward, actively adore your grandchildren, have incredible public speaking abilities, and love God in word and deed.

It's a lot to live up to. I miss you Dad. Love you. More than all of your other children. Happy Birthday!

Taboo

2009-03-05T21:10:00.000-08:00

To associate yourself with any particular religion has become taboo. Why? Because if you are religious, you are now deemed a zealot or extremist. Instead, it has become trendy to be “enlightened” or “spiritual”, but not religious. For those of you who haven’t received the social memo, what is the difference between the two?

If you are religious, you read designated scripture, consistently attend church, pray (a lot). You probably abstain, or try to abstain, from certain socially encouraged behaviors. You believe in God. Not some mystical, theoretical idea, but an actual loving Being who knows you and has expectations of you and communicates with you. You probably believe there are consequences to poor choices. Your values and traditions are often considered old-fashioned, but they have brought considerable joy and peace in to your life. You aren’t swayed by the latest and greatest theory or finding. You believe in a plan of self-improvement and work hard on inadequacies.

I can’t really define the new social “enlightenment” because there are so many contradicting attributes to those who have jumped into this category. From what I have observed (so a very biased perspective), enlightened individuals are the proponents of socially acceptable ideals. In other words, it’s the absolute correct belief until society in general disagrees. You have to be keen to societal inclinations to stay a member of this group. The great thing is you can almost always do what you want when you want, except call yourself religious, unless it offends another “enlightened” individual.

So, I’ve been shunned. I’m religious. And…hold on….I’m Mormon. My first, and main order of business, as a religious zealot is to take personal inventory each day and work on those things that are not in accordance with God’s will. Why? He loves me. I love Him. What’s important to Him is important to me and You are what is important to Him. So through my shunning, I will look for divine qualities in all I meet. And hopefully improve along the way.

"For whosoever will save his life shall lose it; but whosoever shall lose his life for my sake and the gospel's, the same shall save it. For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?" Mark 8: 35-36

Religiously Yours.

Beginning

2009-03-01T17:59:00.000-08:00

It's March and it's begun. The quest for teacherhood. I applied for my first teaching job this week and it was an experience, one that will continue at least a couple more times. There was no class explaining the excruciating length and boundless hoop jumping of teaching applications. I have reach into the cobwebbed corners of my vast memory to find the teensiest bits of applicable information. If anyone knows a good mind detective...let me know.

You have to have pertinent schooling information, job experience information, letters of recommendation (2-3), copies of Praxis scores, copies of certifications, copies of transcripts, a background check with fingerprinting, and it seems each applications has at least 3 pages of instructions..which prove to be very necessary. The one thing you don't have to provide: urine. That did surprise me a bit. I could have a bit of an advantage if urine was collected, unless sugar is deemed a drug.

It's all worth it though. To be a teacher. To realize my goals. I hope I can do it. I hope my love of learning will shine through to my students. It's time. A new beginning.

Spit shine

2009-02-21T16:19:00.000-08:00

Tonight Hunter went to his first formal, the Sweetheart Ball. He looked so handsome, even with his little scruffy chin. He may have been a bit grumpy since he fell asleep and didn't wake up until I went to see what he was doing 20 minutes before his date came to pick him up. Waking Hunter up has never ended pleasantly. I hope he has fun tonight...but maybe not TOO much fun.

You're never too old

2009-02-20T15:43:00.001-08:00

You made it 10!

2009-02-16T16:08:00.000-08:00

Today we celebrated Cooper's 10th year of existence. He has brought a lot of energy and buzz to our home and we just love that he is a part of our family. He took some friends to the movie and then they came back for a super large pizza and a super large cookie with ice cream. I surprised him with a black and white table setting since he keeps reminding me he would like to change his room to black and white. Hopefully this will hold him off for awhile. I know he would have invited about 10 more people if he could have. I think he said thank you about 50 times. I just love my little double digit guy. Enjoy the pics!

Valentine Cheating

2009-02-14T20:17:00.000-08:00

I'm a very honest person. And no...the title isn't some sordid introduction to a desperate housewife situation. But lets face it, sometimes boxes of chocolates can be deceiving. Unless there is a code breaker on the lid, you are just biting into some unknown confection. Now, if you love every type of chocolate ever invented (I bet I could find something you wouldn't like) then boxes full of mystery chocolates is no big deal. Personally, I love chocolate and nuts, chocolate and coconut, truffles, but I don't like chocolate and fruit. Don't judge..I'm just stating a fact.

I'm going to share with you my code breaking tactic that comes with a beautiful side benefit. Warning: You need to be hungry to attempt this. Open up your box of chocolates and take a tiny corner bite out of each chocolate. You will quickly break the code regarding chocolate guts. I used to do this by poking a hole in the bottom of the chocolate, but if you do that the side benefit doesn't work. Once you have bitten the corner off each chocolate...no one else will eat them. That's right. You can save them for when you are really in the mood. You don't have to scarf them down before someone else gets their mitts on them. It's a win-win situation. The ones you don't like? You would have thrown them out anyway. Happy Valentines day!

Visitors

2009-02-11T09:18:00.000-08:00

My brother Kevin and his family came to visit for a few days. We found time to relax and enjoy each other even though the stomach flu invaded the Lott territory.

Here are the Highlights:

Playing Rock Band together with Heidi & Kevin stealing the vocal show
A tight game of Mexican Train (between Kevin & Heidi, Kurt and I weren't so close)
Rolling around with Chloe on the floor
Snuggling Ashton
Reading books to both
Kevin treating us to Red Robin (YUM!)
Bead shopping
Taking the kids to Krispy Kreme
AND...getting to meet this little lady, Oli, for the first time. She and I had a grand time talking to each other. She is so verbal and made me laugh and want to smooch her all at the same time.

Here are the Lowlights:

The puke flu whipped through the house. Kevin's kids had it before getting here, but Kevin got it Saturday night. Cooper, Heidi, and Kurt all got it Sunday night. Hunter got it last night. I got a very small version where I just can't eat and feel a little nauseous. It was fantabulous.
That's it.

We are so glad they came. Hopefully next time we will all be in good health and can do a few more outings.

It has begun.

2009-02-06T09:51:00.000-08:00

Young Men's basketball season is in full swing. Last night was "THE" game. When I picked Hunter up after school he was pumped, jazzed, fidgety. Tonight's game was against the other top team. It proved to be a tight game with the score fluctuating between the wards, but in the end....defeat of the most disconcerting kind. A loss by 3 points.

At home Hunter turned into a bitter little man. So, we watched The Office together and that pacified him a bit. Then I suggested he & Kurt go to a movie. When all else fails...distract. Maybe they can redeem themselves in the championship. If not, I'll be prepared.

Giveaway Alert!!!!

2009-02-02T16:30:00.001-08:00

You want it don't you? Me too! Go to Cottage Quotes and post a comment for your chance to win. The lady who made this is so super fabulous and, even more important, she has the best oldest sister a girl could ask for. (Random Trivia for your entertainment)

Don't delay, enter today!

Haircut and stuff

2009-01-30T21:23:00.001-08:00

It may not look like it, but I had many inches of my hair removed this week. My favorite part was after Sumer cut a chunk off and Coop came in. He said, "Your hair looks different. Let me see. Yep, it looks longer". Phew! He hates it when I cut my hair.

Speaking of, Coop is feeling much better. He still has the nagging cough but his boundless, tiring energy has returned. So, he & Kurt took off for UT today for my niece Brinlee's baptism. I'm supposed to be catching up with my homework. Shhhhh.

Can I rage for just a second? I am so incredibly sick of recent celebrities who call Mormon's names. Tom Hanks thinks we are "un-American" (he did slightly recant..only slightly though). Samuel Jackson says we are "misinformed". Misinformed and un-American about what? Voting our conscience? Taking a stand without calling people names? Using our democratic political process responsibly? Because we don't follow every whim the world deems the new "right"? Well, Mr. Jackson & Mr. Hanks, I won't be apologizing for my beliefs. If I were to change my mind every time a celebrity announced the new moral line in the sand, I'd have perpetual whiplash.

Done. For now.

Just Rest

2009-01-27T16:25:00.000-08:00

2:30 pm: Cooper fast asleep.

If you know him, you know that is NOT normal! No, it's not. He's sick. I hate it when my kids are sick. Do I coddle him, smother him, treat him, play with him, or will that make being home so much fun that he won't ever want to leave? No, I have him lay down and rest. I make him hot cocoa and soup. I hug him. I worry.

Get well my little guy.

Product Review

2009-01-21T10:07:00.000-08:00

Meet the Hoover All-Terrain Steam Cleaner, a.k.a my new best friend. Our carpets are disgusting, but we haven't really had the $$ to clean them (except the one time we rented that monstrous contraption which cost over $100 and took 2 days to use). Then, Kurt's parents got us this carpet cleaner and it is FANTASTIC! I give it 5 stars out of 5 stars. I would suggest reading the instructions in full before attempting to clean the carpet. When I did the boys rooms it seems I only rinsed the carpet. For those of you who have been to my home, I included photo's of my living room carpet so you can be amazed and in awe. That will be $2 please.

Internal Chatter: Grocery Shopping

2009-01-12T11:45:00.000-08:00

I love Mondays..I've stated it before. The type A personality that has swallowed me whole loves routine and Mondays bring back routine. In the morning, after exercising, I create THE LIST. I love creating the list and looking at my dinner schedule and thinking about those extra essentials we've run out of. My grocery run includes 2 stops: Costco & Walmart. I make sure my Costco coupons are reading to go, in the order of what I want the most and what I need the least, I gather my coat and THE LIST and excitedly head out the door. Except every once in a great while, I forget THE LIST and find it resting on my desk where I left it at the beginning of my excursion. Today was one of those days...of course I didn't know it until I was in the parking lot of Costco. I took deep breaths and started to recreate THE LIST in my mind..which isn't fully functioning in the memory department.

Then I zip to get gas if I need it. Today I ran into an old family friend. Kurt. But he was too busy on his pay-as-you-go cell phone to give me the time of day. Secret: I was super excited to run into him...I find that odd since I see him every day and only hope he has somewhere to be every once in awhile.

Walmart. Do any of us like to admit we shop there? I don't, but a girls got to do what a girls got to do. It seems that always one wheel on the cart makes an annoying squeaky sound and that every time you turn down an aisle there is someone parked right in the center of it. Come On people...pick a side. Then, when I'm trying to race through the person hygiene section so no one will catch me buying stuff...2 people block me in and I run into someone who I'm friendly with but not THAT friendly with.

The grocery section is awesome. I try to have sympathy for the mother with the screaming infant who you hear no matter what aisle you are in, but really I just feel bad for the infant.

For me, the most crucial section of the store are the check out lanes. There are certain clerks I try to avoid. There is the gal who is unbelievably slow. No...seriously, it's like watching slow motion and it takes everything I have to not just grab a can, slide it across the scanner, and say, "See...how hard is that?". Then there's the gal who is a chatterbox. I like some conversation just as much as the next person, but I don't need to know you are depressed (you think I'm joking..I'm not) or how you just can't keep weight on no matter how hard you try or how you really should be on break (these all came from the same clerk at different times). Last, but certainly not least, is the guy who keeps a folded rag next to the register so he can dab is dripping nose after each swipe of an item. GO HOME.

Once I've made it through the gauntlet, I joyfully drive home. Grocery shopping (the end result..just like exercise) makes me happy for a few reasons. There is something about opening the fridge or the cupboard and seeing them full of food that balances out the fear you face during times of unemployment. Shelter: check. Water: check: Food: check. I also love to hear my boys come home from school and exclaim, "Yes! Groceries". Finally, I remember doing the same thing when my mom went shopping and then trying not to let Randy know about all the goodies hidden throughout the kitchen.

Ahhh...another grocery day come & gone. All is well. All is well.

Celebrate

2009-01-05T19:08:00.000-08:00

I decided tonight was a great night to celebrate. It's cold and the streets are filled with snow creating a warm circumstance for getting comfortable with family.

I set the table with my favorite tableware which happens to be white plates with red trim, the red trim encasing gold stars. I bought them at Target at least 12 years ago on an after Christmas clearance sale. My mom bought the goblets years later to match. What goes better with fun, festive dinner than candlelight and non-alcoholic bubbly?

And nothing is better than the company of my boys...all 3 of them. They are much less energetic at the dinner table and we can have delightful conversation, even if the discussion turns to topics I deem "gross".

Sometimes one small child gets the camera and takes pictures of what he thinks are the most important objects surrounding us. He is also the small child who loves to see a fancy set dinner table and immediately creates name tags for the dinner guests.

Today is a day to celebrate, even if the boys had to go back to school and my eliptical machine broke. We were together. We ate, we sang, we listened, we read, we prayed. Celebrate.

Secret Santa Strikes Again!

2009-01-01T14:22:00.001-08:00

He did it again. Secret Santa stealthily left a bundle of gifts on our doorstep Christmas Eve. Boy does Santa know us. He is very generous as well. It seems Santa knows Cooper better than I do because Cooper went wild over the Bakugan (pronounced bock-oo-gone) game he received. I had never even heard of Bakugan. I could have sworn it's a middle Eastern country.

Hunter, to his most inner central delight, received a gift certificate to Gandolphos...one of the best sub places ever. When he speaks of it, his tone becomes hushed and reverent.

Kurt & I received a gift card to Walmart (I had a fabulous grocery trip) and to Whitewater Pizza & Pasta (same as McKenzie River). I LOVE that place. When my relative girls used to live here, it was "our place".

So thank you Santa of the secret order. We love our surprise Christmas gifts!

Christmas Eve

2008-12-26T15:23:00.001-08:00

Who else out there has the tradition of pajamas on Christmas Eve? How about taking pictures so one's child looks extremely tall?

We also played Texas Hold 'em. Then, some friendly Apples to Apples.

We also had ham, mashed potatoes & gravy, rolls, veggie tray, fresh pineapple, fudge, peanut brittle, and Tums...well, we should have had that available. There weren't many of us, but we had a great time!

Wondering

2008-12-22T19:55:00.000-08:00

I love the song, Mary Did you Know, and one of these is my favorite artist(s) singing it. Who do you like? Who's my favorite?

2008-12-22T19:52:00.000-08:00

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2008 Lott Family Christmas Letter

2008-12-21T16:16:00.000-08:00

We made it through another year and, like often is the case, it was filled with joy and happiness with a dappling of anxiety and sorrow. We just celebrated our 4th year in Meridian which is hard to believe. As our family gets a little older it seems you can find us nestled in the same room enjoying the nearness of one another, or, more and more, spreading in different directions to work, play or something in between. Here’s the lowdown:

Kurt: For the better part of the year, he was employed by MPC until being laid off in October. It was big news around these parts and MPC has filed bankruptcy since. So, once again, he is hunting employment. He still loves to delve into all things computer and keep up on technology trends.

Leslie: I graduated with a degree in elementary education this past spring and then grappled with the decision of applying to teach or continuing on in my education. After securing a graduate assistantship, I decided to work towards a Masters of Educational Technology. It’s been tough and I often think about the day I get to be a teacher.

Hunter: He is still working at the theater. In fact, he reached the year milestone last week. He is a junior this year and is a driving maniac. Due to problems with his car, he has had to start sharing mine which means using your hands and feet to drive. It took a little getting used to and a lot of late nights worrying for me (still ongoing), but he’s got it down..I hope. He’s tall and handsome and is an enjoyable young man to be around.

Cooper: He’s in 4th grade studying Idaho history & loving it. He moved schools mid-semester and has a male teacher for the first time who is wonderful. Cooper is still Mr. Imagination. He loves to love and can be incredibly goofy. He adores animals, but is only allowed to have the stuffed kind. He always talks about moving back to Great Falls so he can be by family. I love hanging out with Cooper and he is a great little helper to me.

This summer my beloved grandfather passed away. This is still difficult for me and we all truly miss him. Our grief is eased in knowing he is whole and we will see him again. My parents are sharing the great message of the gospel as they serve a mission in Colorado Springs, CO. At this time, we celebrate the birth of an infant who would come into the world to live an exemplary life and provide redemption for us all. The best way we can show our devotion and love for him is to serve each other and live our lives with integrity and compassion. Merry Christmas to you all! We certainly feel blessed for our association with each and every one of you.

How do you rate your cave?

2008-12-18T13:33:00.001-08:00

How do you rate your cave? I don't mean your house, I mean your actual cave. OH, you don't have one? Well, I know of one for sale. Go here: http://montana.craigslist.org/reb/962890862.html

Ode to my Desk

2008-12-15T16:14:00.000-08:00

Desk. Oh Desk. Where art thou my trusty companion?

I glimpse thee here and there, yet never fully exposed. (eww..that sounded a little naughty)

My daily log lies neatly upon thy blackened, dusty back.

Partially addressed Christmas cards are solemnly protected.

What is that I see? An application for future employment possibility?

Alas, my graduate plans are nestled beneath the fondest transcripts of my past.

And the fondest of my kin and non-kin alike trapped within the bindings of green.

Never hast thou gone unadorned by the fairest young lad of the castle.

Thou has kept my greatest secrets though cluttered they may be.

What would my days become without thee? Yet, I wouldst approve of tidying.

Choo Choo

2008-12-14T17:14:00.001-08:00

Yesterday Hunter got tickets for Cooper & I to see Bolt (fabulous benefit of a son working at the theater). So, we went to the first matinee and it was a great movie. A definite compliment seeing as I don't really enjoy animated movies. Then we hopped over to WalMart and got all of our groceries & baking ingredients. When we walked outside we were suddenly transported to the center of a snowglobe. Beautiful, swirling white flakes glittered the ground but hadn't quite started compiling...perfect. We zoomed home to settle in for a winter weekend. Cooper decided to make the above train. I kneaded the frosting, set out the pieces, put the frosting in for the sleigh parts, put the frosting in for the reindeer. Kurt used the frosting to help decorate. Cooper put a little frosting here & a little frosting there. He put a little candy here and a little candy there and a lot of candy in his mouth and a bit of candy on the floor. Then, the masterpiece was complete.

Today, he started eating it. Good thing I got a picture.

ps. He wrote "I love Mom" in the snow. Santa loves that boy this year.

No Problem

2008-12-13T20:07:00.000-08:00

I was talking about Christmas cards the other day with Calie & she told me she wanted to do a Christmas card with the boys but she was running out of time. Friday she came over to practice a Christmas song & brought the boys with her. Brilliant idea: I'll just quickly take a picture of them in front of the tree. No problem. Won't take but a sec. I can't believe I've forgotten already.

I told them to look serious, trying to get them not to be crazy, instead: Drugged

This is them "smiling".

I finally told them to just make a funny face.

Individual shot: Poking model #1

Individual shot: Facial tick.

I give up.

Remember?

2008-12-10T21:09:00.000-08:00

The question is, will this guy remember? He has a spelling test tomorrow. He lost his spelling list. His class does spelling uniquely so I can't borrow one. Each child has their own list of 10 words.

So, I told that guy to just write down as many words as he could remember. This is what he came up with, letter by letter:

#1: analyze

#2: muscle

#3: anti-biologyst

#4: omnovore

#5: herbovore

#6: multiplacation

Interesting. The first 2 are definitely on his test. The middle 3 are definitely not. The last one might be. I made him write the last one 3 times. What else can a mother do? But I do wonder what he has been reading. And...is anti-biologist a word? I think not.

Receivers

2008-12-07T13:18:00.000-08:00

I'm a receiver. I don't like it most of the time. There are some debts with which I'm grateful for and realize I can never repay. My debt to my Heavenly Father for all the earthly joy and spiritual understanding he gives me. My debt to Jesus Christ for living in a way as to always be both my savior and my mediator. My debt to my parents who have spent & still spend countless time, money, and other resources on me and I'm sure I caused them more than their fair share of worry and trepidation. Well, the list is long.

For some reason, I've had to live with the challenge of unemployment numerous times. This has also put me in the receiver position in an uncomfortable way. It is VERY hard for me to take things from people. Luckily, the people who really know me are very aware of this and give in a subdued way. Don't get me wrong, I'm still so grateful, but it's just a little embarrassing. I guess it's that dumb pride thing.

This past weekend I was the ultimate receiver. It seems I'm incredibly loved. Here are just a few things I received over the weekend:

The gift of service from my husband. You are going to be so jealous. He got the expensive parts for our dishwasher, then, saved us at least $100 by downloading diagrams, pulling the dishwasher apart, and fixing it himself. How manly is that?

The gift of entertainment: When Kurt's job lost him, I put our beloved NetFlix on hold. Oh how we have missed it. Those little red envelopes showing up in the mail offset the junk mail and bills. Well, my incredibly kind grandmother bought us 2 months of NetFlix just because. It was an unexpected pleasure.

The gift of memories: We received our Christmas package from my parents. Along with the wrapped gifts were goodies, stickers, a DVD, and THE ORNAMENT. When the boys & I went to Colorado Springs last spring break, my parent's took us to the Michael Garman Studio. We had a fabulous time. At one point Cooper & I were looking at one area of the miniature building when an older gentleman began to explain how special effects were used in some areas of the building. It was very interesting and then he left. A little while later we were watching a video and the artist, Michael Garman, appeared on the screen. Lo and behold it was the same man we were speaking to earlier. We were so excited. He came out and my Dad introduced himself and we all got autographs. Cooper has talked about him off & on since. When Coop saw the ornament, he quickly went upstairs and got his autographed Garman catalog to browse through it once more and locate our precious ornament.

We also received a special gift from Kurt's parents which will help us a great deal. So, I guess I will always be a receiver. I know it's a blessing and it definitely keeps me humble, but, at some point, I want to be a giver because I know how much joy givers have brought to my life.

Shake it

2008-12-04T07:27:00.000-08:00

Send your own ElfYourself eCards

Thanks Calie!

Dishpan Hands

2008-12-02T08:17:00.001-08:00

This is what happens:

When my husband does this:

I miss my dishwasher already.

Rockin' Around

2008-11-30T14:45:00.001-08:00

Brie came over last week & helped me set up the Christmas tree..before Thanksgiving *gasp*. After she left, we went gangbusters and got the place looking quite festive. Cooper decided to take some pictures which I know you want to see. I love the one with fire coming out of my head, but really...great pics Coop! Plus, he took the one in our title on the blog.

Finally Twilight

2008-11-29T15:27:00.000-08:00

Are you allowed to use flash photography in the theater? I was just wondering. No reason in particular.

Calie & I went to Twilight yesterday and we went into this movie the best way possible...absolutely, unequivocally, NO expectations. Pure entertainment. That is what we were seeking and that is what we found. Was it full of high class cinematography? Nope. Did Carlisle look like he was made from play dough? Yep. Did they serve this movie with cheese? Sure, but who doesn't like a little cheese now & then. I laughed out loud and I'm pretty sure Calie & looked at each other about 50 times with a half eye roll and a giggle or two, but we had a blast.

Some tips for New Moon:

You don't have to overtly squint your eyes to convey hatred
With make-up, less is better most of the time
If you flutter your eyes too often you are going to run into something
Football huddles don't make for convincing protection scenes

Honestly, I hope there is a New Moon movie.

ps. The next Harry Potter trailer was in the previews and I can't wait to see it. But I'll have to since it's coming out until July!

Black Friday, Teen style

2008-11-28T11:18:00.000-08:00

Another first. In the dark of night which turned to dawn, Hunter became a black friday shopper. Being the vigilant mother I am, I'm not completely aware of his arrival time, but when I got up for breakfast there was a gift on the counter for Kurt, Cooper & I. I think I love my teen mascarading as a BF shopper. I went downstairs to get some laundry and low & behold, there he was...sound asleep in his ninja shopping gear. Shoes still on. Knees bent. And 2 flashes didn't even bring a flinch.

Thanksgiving...Need I Say More

2008-11-27T20:53:00.000-08:00

Hunter Bunter Bear

2008-11-26T09:01:00.001-08:00

17 years ago, after struggling with an odd pain, my doctor sent me for an ultrasound. It was November 25, 1991, and I was due with a baby boy just a few weeks later on December 13th. After the ultrasound, I was wheeled to the elevator where my doctor said, "How would you like to have your baby today?". Seems I had a rather large cyst that was causing chaos. So, up to labor & delivery I went. I was put on pitocin and immediately fell asleep for 2 hours. When I awoke, I could hear screaming in the room next to me...I started to panic. A nurse came in to check my progress (always a lovely little event)and I asked her how far along my neighbor was. She was at a 4. I asked the nurse where I was at & she said I was at a 6. I'm so glad I have somewhat easy labors.

For both my boys, I was unable to get an epidural so when I pushed, I pushed like a crazy woman. 15 minutes of pushing for both boys. At 12:15 am on November 26, I was blessed with a little 6lb 13oz baby boy who had a gush of black fuzzy hair. When Kurt first saw him he said, "Ewww, he looks gross", but I thought he was beautiful & still do.

Once Hunter was 6 weeks old, he was golden. He slept through the night and has the sweetest disposition. He was a community baby; I passed him around to everyone and they just adored him.

Things changed at 18 months and the temper tantrums flew. It was a nightmare. He would tell me he hated me, throw things at the door, throw himself on the floor and there were many days when Kurt would get home from work that I would need a breather & would leave for an hour or so.

It was about the time Hunter went to school that the temper tantrums began to dissipate. He loved school and made lots of friends. He's my little athlete who has a tender side as well.

This morning I snuck up to his room to tape the doorway so he could bust through it like a superstar. I don't know how he does it, but he managed to do so with his eyes closed. He used to be a morning person. I love my little Hunter and hope he has a wonderful birthday. I've got his pumpkin pie made and we'll be ready to celebrate in a few short hours. Happy Birthday Hunter!

Dear Elle

2008-11-25T15:10:00.000-08:00

Dear Elle:

I'm in a quandry and need your advice. This year I'm hosting Thanksgiving at my house and I'm worried some family members won't bring their portion of the dinner. What if one of our most treasured dishes is forgotten? Please help!

Your most devoted follower,

Turkey Lover

Dear Turkey Lover,

I've come up with a plan you just might be gutsy enough act on. I'm guessing you are worried about specific family members who tend to not follow through. Here's the Plan:

When the assignments are made, call flaky guest and gushily tell him/her how excited you are that he/she is coming and how you look forward to tasting their version of a Thanksgiving family favorite.
Tell everyone that Thanksgiving is 15 minutes earlier than you tell flaky guest...this is critical to the next part of the plan.
Let the other guests know that when flaky guest arrives you will all chant "turkey, turkey, turkey" or whatever the assigned dish(es) is.
The last part of the plan also involves advanced organization. Get a group of somewhat small children and one dramatic adult to practice crying and throwing fits. If flaky guest arrives withOUT the beloved food item, have the group go into hysterics, crying loudly for their ever-hoped for food item.

If this fabulous plan does not work, you may just have to have a heart to heart with flaky guest. I hope all your Thanksgiving food dreams come true.

Elle

Hi Friend

2008-11-21T12:54:00.000-08:00

Today I met up with my friend Sherri. I've mentioned her before, right here. Sherri & I go way back. Back to those beautiful days when they made these crazy shirts for women that basically were an overgrown onesie with long sleeves and possibly a turtle neck. The days when the higher the bangs equaled your place in heaven and when wearing stirrups didn't mean you were on a horseback ride.

Sherri was my gal pal in high school when she moved from Wyoming to Montana. One of the things I really like about hanging out with Sherri (now or then) is you can just be your nerdy, imperfect self. We like to laugh at ourselves and maybe (please don't tell) at others.

My sweet, spunky friend got tapped on the shoulder by that mean nasty cancer-asaurus. She has her little twin boys and her darling 8 & 9 year old children and is in the process of kickin' cancer's trash. She just had her 2nd chemo treatment 2 days ago & was ready to hang out. No disease has a chance against her.

My plea: Keep Sherri in your prayers. As tough as she is, prayer is the first rate weapon against tribulation.

Together

2008-11-21T09:33:00.000-08:00

The chase is over and father and son are getting reacquainted again. Prayers have been answered.

Pssst...

2008-11-19T13:55:00.000-08:00

You...yeah, you. I have some juicy news to share, but before I do let me pose this question, "Why do I feel like I'm profaning when I type pssst?"

Remember that one time when I posted that crazy-but-filled-with-hope ad on Craigslist? Well, stuff happened. Mainly, lots of scammers emailed me (through craigslist) and a bunch of insurance peeps tried to sneakily interview my hub (still gettin' those cool responses), but yesterday I got a legit response. And it was creative...I liked it. It said something like, "Wife, call me to set up interview for husband." And, the guy signed the email with his actual name and company and phone #(scammers don't usually include all that info). So I called that dreamy guy today and set up an interview with he & my hub for Friday. The job is NOT located here though.

Also, my bum is numb. I don't believe it was meant to be planted on a metal folding chair for a multitude of hours each day. I think my thut is getting bigger and flatter. It's the homework. I think my brain might be melting. If things continue this way, my backside from my head down will be completely flat...like an old, wrinkly, tainted paper doll. My brain and my bum need a break.

I read yesterday, somewhere in America..but not here, gas was $1.53/gallon. I would move there but by the time I got there it might be up to a ridiculous price again.

Good news: I have a 2 pack (abs) Bad news: They protrude the opposite direction of a 6 pack.

One more thing. If we have to move, do you want to buy our house for 1 MILLION dollars? Just keep an open mind about it.

Se-stAhs!

2008-11-13T11:04:00.000-08:00

Life's been tough. It's not easing up as of yet either. It hit me in my kidney the other day, low blow. I don't like to cry, I really don't, but I've noticed my eyes have been oozing a substance that looks like water a lot lately. And I have a pimple, a big one.

Last night I was wallowing after Hunter's vehicle kicked me in the shin. I've been very nice to that car, even put a little gas in it yesterday, and that's the thanks I receive?

But something wonderful happened last night as well. A favorite little treat was dropped off on my porch by a mysterious bearded man. It was 2 bags of Mint M&M's with a little note from my sisters. I love having sisters, especially mine. Who cares if we are a weensy bit far apart in age, we are soul sisters. They could read my bluesy vibe through instant messenger and sprang into action.

Thanks soul sisters, you make some of that bizarre substance leak out of my eyes sometimes. A big thank you to parents who gave me such beautiful sister friends. I wish I could thank them, all of them, in person.

Desperate Times My Friends

2008-11-09T13:41:00.000-08:00

Desperate Times call for this type of action:

http://boise.craigslist.org/res/912199738.html

Enjoy!

New Adventure #1

2008-11-08T15:03:00.000-08:00

I decided to number this adventure as I believe it will be the first of a few over the next couple of months. Cooper started at a new school last Monday. We were both quite anxious about it, but so far I'm very pleased with the change. First of all, their colors are blue & brown...how hip is that (by saying hip I might have just been knocked down a couple of cool points in your book...if I even had any remaining). Second, they have a mascot....a horse. I don't think his other school had one...maybe a paint palette or something.

A word about horses: I have a short horse thread in my history. My good friends, the Thares, had horses when I was young. One time we were riding in the pasture (I feel so Montanan right now) when my horse kept walking me into the tree overhang, which would sweep me off the very tall horse onto the very cold, hard ground. The first time I acted tough and got right back on again, but that horse wasn't done with me yet. The next time around the pasture he swept me off again....same tree overhang...come to think of it, why didn't I duck? Anywho, I grabbed my side and said my kidney hurt and that I lost my other kidney because of falling off a horse (a teensy, tiny white, blatant lie). I limped home. The Thares couldn't have friends on the horses anymore. Sorry Thares...all my fault! I've been bucked off a horse and a pony. Does it count as bucking off if you are taller than the pony and when you are "bucked", you never actually fall to the ground...you just slide off onto your own 2 feet?

Back to Siena. Third, I went to school with Cooper's new teacher and we graduated at the same time. He might be slightly younger than I am. He went through the same math program I did and his name is Mr. McMahan (pronounced Mick-Man)...how is that for a mnemonic device built right in your name? Lucky.

So, it's the start of something wonderful. At his parent teacher conference (2 days ago) the man did mention Cooper has high energy. I'm pretty sure that is code for hyper, but I'm going to pretend I don't know the code. On to the next adventure...high ho silver (car that is).

Think Next Year

2008-11-03T15:17:00.000-08:00

My very thoughtful, genius friend, Brie, brought over some materials for a craft for Cooper.

Materials List:

Smallish water bottle

aluminum foil

x-acto

pencil

water/glue solution in ziplock bag

cheesecloth

a very small piece of black felt

googly eyes

Cut 2 "x"s on opposing sides of the water bottle. stick the pencil through (see above). Mold aluminum foil into a head shape on top of the bottle. Stick the cheesecloth in the ziplock and mush it, mush it good.

Then, very extremely carefully, take out the cheesecloth and unwad it, making a bizarre face while doing so.

Drape the cheesecloth over the bottle and let dry overnight. Try not to let a fly get trapped on it or under it (just a hypothetical possible situation).

Finally, let everyone think your child made this marvelous little craft item. When in reality, he did unwad MOST of the cheesecloth, but left the rest for his can't-leave-things-undone-most-of-the-time-mother. Ta Da!!!!

ps. You might want to be in charge of the x-acto knife unless you like making your kids learn things the cruel, painful way

Ouch, my eyeball hurts

2008-11-01T13:15:00.000-07:00

Sometimes on the darkest, most sinister eve of the year, an eyeball makes it into a trick or treat bag. Not just any eyeball, a sticky, non-wrapped, partially tore, candy eyeball.

The eyeball, it seems, was in the costume spirit. It was dressed like a bouncy ball, but I when I suggested to Cooper that is what it was (the eyeball tricked me), he said it was candy. How did he know? That's right, he licked it. The eyeball became my walking parter for the rest of the evening as to prevent any more spontaneous lickage.

I bet that eyeball is missing home about now. I can only imagine a poor little child meandering the house in a sugar crash haze muttering the following over & over again, "eyeball, eyeball, whose got my eyeball".

I do.

Foxy Alert

2008-10-29T15:26:00.000-07:00

She's on the prowl again. During a week filled with all sorts of rotten, Foxy makes it all o.k. Did I tell you she is one busy lady? Well, she is, but she still took the time to make something for me.

And all because a little bug is weaving its way through my system. Thoughtful, kind, caring Foxy. Thanks!

Looky Lou

2008-10-27T09:21:00.000-07:00

I've been dipping my toe into digital scrapbooking and if you like what you've seen, go to the above link. It a week of prize giveaways and, believe me, you want to WIN!

Where's Waldo, I mean Hunter?

2008-10-25T18:02:00.001-07:00

He went to Young Men's this way. He vowed to stay awake all night so his hair would stay this way. He went to school this way. He only got caught up in the ceiling fan once. Marge Simpson is so proud. And he took his friend slicka with him too.