[This is exactly what it sounds like, is super long, and I won't be offended if you skip it.]
I first came to Los Angeles alone. I was 24, it was 1996. I had to leave David home to pack and get us ready to move because I'd been offered a great-paying job (a whopping $36K!) with a very impatient boss who insisted I start immediately. I stayed with David's cousin in La Crescenta and immediately began the local ritual of the LA commute through the San Fernando Valley, over Coldwater Canyon into to Beverly Hills. I was an office manager for the independent Laboratory run by Cedars Sinai Hospital, where my first son would be born three years later.
I was so homesick and felt I would never adjust. But it only took me the week to be comfortable navigating the traffic and knowing my way around. I visited the temple that first week by myself one night after work, and as I walked up the steps, never having been there before, I felt more homesick than ever. But as I walked in the doors, an overwhelming peace came over me and I felt a voice say, "This is your home, come back often." Anytime I felt homesick after that, I went "home" to the temple.
We'd already come down for a hasty weekend to pick an apartment in Hollywood. When we finally moved in, realized quickly that we'd been indeed hasty and far too rent-minded (only $725--we'd paid a steep $525 for our swank Capitol Hill apartment). Although it was a relatively nice building, we got a swift introduction to Hollyweird via our stoner neighbors and the gay couple next door with their super-loud (and somewhat hilarious) slap fights. I remember a night waking up to crashing sounds--some crazy person stole a car and drove it at breakneck speeds up our very narrow street lined on both sides with tightly-packed cars. The driver jumped out of the car, ran away, not to be seen again. Ah, Hollywood.
But the Hollywood ward, just as quirky and sometimes eyebrow-raising as the rest of the town, was where I got my testimony of buckling down and doing the work of the Kingdom. It was the kind of place where, as the Primary 1st Counselor, I may be the only adult there to show up, and might find myself conducting, leading music (sometimes while playing), doing sharing time, then teaching a combined class. I might have to keep the Primary President from cussing in front of the kids, and I probably would have to feed the kids granola bars because no breakfast was had at home. I'd leave feeling like I'd given a lot of blood.
It was the first time where it was very clear that if I didn't show up, an important ward auxillary just wouldn't happen. I was accustomed to riding along in the handcart of the church while all the old people pulled us along. Hollywood was where I learned to get out and push.
So, after our 9-month lease ended, we were on to Westwood. This time we we sacrificed space (only 500 feet), but paid the same and got location, location, location, where we could walk to wonderful movie theaters and restaurants, and boy, did we take advantage of all of them. I always say if I could take back the money and the calories from this time I would be rich and thin.
In the short period at Hollywood, we'd been able to walk to the Chinese theater, albeit somewhat timidly at night, but the Westside perks won out.
Although I knew the Hollywood ward needed us, we were led to start going to the UCLA Student Ward over in Westwood, and I think this is where David began to make his spiritual strides. Like our wonderful ward here in Pasadena, it was a ward heavy on the academic crowd, scientists and PhDs and post-docs, and it was an intellectually and spiritually stimulating place.
David was getting his undergrad at USC, now in Religion and Judaic Studies (although we'd come down to study film, he wasn't enjoying the program), and as soon as we came down I auditioned for and began studying opera with with Shigemi Matsumoto's studio in Northridge, paying what was essentially another tithing for the privilege. But this was the reason for my being open to coming to LA.
Meanwhile the lab where I worked was having stability issues and my boss announced he was leaving and suggested I should leave to avoid being laid off, so I took a job with our telephone system provider at the same salary. I was laid off after only 4 months, when the very small company realized they were paying me too much and didn't have anything for me to do.
I was nervous but relieved to leave that dysfuntional pit in Van Nuys, and this firing opened the way for me to interview with the Sprint PCS LA Area Sales and Marketing office, which had only 11 people when I was hired on 5/12/1997, when they had no network, but a bunch of plans, excitement, momentum and tons of money to throw around. Another proud, impatient and demanding boss here, although at least with some cult of personality, and I was hired as a generic project person--he liked me, he just didn't know what he was going to use me for.
He soon persuaded me (against all my protests that I was "past" that stage of my career) to be his Exec. Assistant. He persuaded me with money, which does indeed talk. I should have caught on quick that I would have a lot of fodder for a big, lucrative law suit in that conversation, where my religion, our faith's disinclination toward premarital sex, and later even my bra size managed to come up without any encouragement from me. He called me the "Emperor's Assistant" or his "work wife," a relationship which was never anything but platonic, although most of the office assumed otherwise. Why-oh-why am a nice girl who laughs red-faced instead of calling a lawyer?
The launch of SPCS was a crazy-intense, super-educational, career-boosting and income-generating ride, and left me well-versed in the corporate world, but clear on the ridiculous illusions of its meaningfulness that one must hold when working in it. It was here I met my dear, dear friend Doris, who has become essential to my existence.
Very shortly after taking the job at SPCS we realized that regardless of the fun of living in the "Village," the 500-sq foot thing just wasn't working for the two of us and our cat, Toe Jam. We moved into one of the fancy haunted hospital towers at Park La Brea, coming to terms with the idea that for long-term living we were going to have to deal with the $1150 rent. Our sweet almost-child Toe Jam committed suicide out our 8-story window, a very traumatic experience. We were soon joined by cats Ingrid and Bogey.
During the first two years here, I continued the annoying, expensive and roller-coasteresque ride of infertility treatments that I'd begun years before in Utah, and regular surgeries and hormone treatments were an integral part of life--thank heavens for good benefits! We'd given up many times, but after the most invasive laparotomy (that big, smiley-face belly cut) and ovarian reconstruction, we really felt "done" and started looking into adoption. That surgery was in May of 1998, and we turned down the next round of hormone treatment follow-ups, much to our specialist's disappointment.
Although the surprise career jump at SPCS really made the opera ambition more difficult, since I had much less time for practice, in the fall of 1998 I got one of the lead roles in the Santa Monica Community Opera, my second role with them, coincidentally playing a beatific nun in both: Dialogues of the Carmelites and Suor Angelica. At 26 I was playing in a shortened version (20 minutes) of a heavy-hitting Lyric Soprano role Verdi designed for 40 year olds where I had to cry, scream, sing a high-C and then commit suicide on stage. I'd say I did the best I could with what I had at the time.
But the story was significant personally: having been sent to the nunnery by my wealthy family for having an illegitimate son, my evil aunt comes to have me sign away my portion of the estate for my sister who is marrying. As I desperately and repeatedly ask about my son, she casually mentions the boy got sick and died, and coldly leaves. I am driven suicidal in an attempt to be with my son, take some poison, then suddenly realize suicide is a mortal sin and I'll never be reunited with him in heaven, but then I see a vision of Mother Mary and my son and am redeemed. As I sang and sobbed, lamenting my son and how much I wanted to hold him, I couldn't know that I'd he'd actually been conceived earlier that week.
Due to this, it was my first and last operatic lead. David started law school just a week after Ben was born. After ten weeks, I negotiated a part-time from home deal for a while until other employees' whining about my cushy life (probably due to once being being the big guys "work wife) was unfair. (Let them kiss up to a demanding guy for three years if they want perks!) So, they offered a promotion from my current role as Marketing Analyst and I went back to work full time, now as a Business Operations Manager. I just couldn't do it, I missed Ben too much, and although I liked his day care, he just seemed to have a lost look whenever I went to pick him up.
My last day at SPCS was three years to the day of my first (all us start-up type folks were getting bored with the monotony of daily operations and leaving anyway). I started doing contract graphic design for their ad pieces, and the money crunch, which we never really have escaped for too long, began. I tried odds and ends to bring in money, including my first jabs at entrepreneur efforts and a night job for a law firm downtown. We couldn't afford to continue the voice lessons, but Ben came first.
We bought a condo in Pasadena when Ben was 1, and Sophie was born about a year later--only one surgery required! Then we started the business, and I expanded it quickly although I was undercapitalized. Next I childishly insisted that we sell our condo so I could rent a house with a yard, which we did, making what we thought was a good profit, although the place reached triple that price in the coming years. At the same time, we agreed David would turn down a good job with a good firm because our business was doing well. Those three decisions, all made within a few months of each other, set the financial climate of what looks to be the rest of our lives to "Stormy Weather."
But, I didn't know that then, and I loved the two years we had in that little white house. That was where we had (and lost) Eden, where I had my only miscarriage, where Noah was born (in a birth tub in the bedroom), where we lived when my dad and grandpa died, and where the business thrived then died. That was when we came closer to our friends in the ward, like my sweet friend Michele, who lived just a block away. We entertained a lot, with lots of baby showers, a Mardi-gras party, and, of course, the ritual Thanksgivings. It was an event-filled time, where I felt I aged much more than two years.
In the aftermath of the business going down, we moved briefly to Sierra Madre for a summer, where we enjoyed the pool, the Sierra Madre July 4th festivities, Sophie's fourth birthday, Noah's first, and where he learned to sleep through the night (much to the frustration of our apartment neighbors). Then we were off to Redlands for 7 months where we enjoyed another little white house and our wonderful friends, the Mosses, who then went off and moved to Utah, and we missed Pasadena terribly. In Redlands I became pregnant with Lucy.
While in Redlands, I had a strong prompting in the temple that we would end up back in Utah. David didn't like this prompting. Barring complete necessity, he wasn't ever going back.
So, due to events just as chaotic as was the norm during these years, we moved back to Pasadena rather suddenly, to our current townhouse duplex, with rents now up to $2000 for such a place. We moved just in time for Lucy to arrive eleven weeks early and put us at the wonderfully generous and tender mercies of our old ward family. The almost two years we've been back have drawn us so much closer to the Lord and to the ward, put us more in His service, and has strengthened our friendships as well as our resolve to be of use in his Kingdom.
Our tenure in California has been a tremendous education. I hope I'm not just older, but wiser. Although it took me seven years to come to terms with staying forever, I've spent five years thinking I'd die here. I know I'll miss it terribly, but I'm in "doing" mode now. I'm sure after I'm unpacked, I'll sit on the couch in my living room and think, "Where am I?" Where are all my California friends?" And the reality will sink in.
But the thing I feel most for my time here and for the people I love here and for the Lord for bringing us here, is gratitude.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Cutting the fat
In preparing for the move, the first step has been purging the house of what I don't want that's not trash. I was hoping that would leave less in my house, but it is not noticeably different. Especially in the kitchen, I set the threshold at anything I hadn't used in the past 6 months, and I got rid of very little, as I spend a lot of time in the kitchen and really use all those silly gadgets.
But, there is still a decent-sized pile to discard, it is now taking up a quarter of our garage, waiting for the DI truck to come on Friday. We got rid of a little bit at a yard sale yesterday but it was rainy and cloudy. I think one has better luck craigslisting the bigger items and donating the small stuff, but I'm just looking to shed the stuff. It has felt good to get rid of things.
We only have two weeks left, and my head's in a fog. I'm not letting myself feel sad about leaving my friends until the end. I just feel excited about the change and think on that end. That leaves me in a little impatient limbo, not really living in the "now."
Tomorrow I actually start packing, and taking all the items that go to other people around, doing the daily scavenger hunt behind retail stores for boxes. It's really happening!
The kids are mostly excited now, but there are inklings that feelings are mixed. When I explained to Sophie today that we wouldn't be going to choir because they are practicing for the Easter program and we won't be here for that, she was really upset. She usually gets to play with her friends in the nursery during choir. This minor change seemed to represent all that was being uprooted in her life and she sobbed over it dramatically. Poor thing. Also, Noah was explaining that he wanted to stay at his house and not move anywhere. It is definitely a very major change, but it still doesn't seem real to me.
We had a wonderful lesson in patience in Relief Society today, it was MUCH needed. Patience with people and circumstances really is the key to peace on so many levels.
That's it for now!
But, there is still a decent-sized pile to discard, it is now taking up a quarter of our garage, waiting for the DI truck to come on Friday. We got rid of a little bit at a yard sale yesterday but it was rainy and cloudy. I think one has better luck craigslisting the bigger items and donating the small stuff, but I'm just looking to shed the stuff. It has felt good to get rid of things.
We only have two weeks left, and my head's in a fog. I'm not letting myself feel sad about leaving my friends until the end. I just feel excited about the change and think on that end. That leaves me in a little impatient limbo, not really living in the "now."
Tomorrow I actually start packing, and taking all the items that go to other people around, doing the daily scavenger hunt behind retail stores for boxes. It's really happening!
The kids are mostly excited now, but there are inklings that feelings are mixed. When I explained to Sophie today that we wouldn't be going to choir because they are practicing for the Easter program and we won't be here for that, she was really upset. She usually gets to play with her friends in the nursery during choir. This minor change seemed to represent all that was being uprooted in her life and she sobbed over it dramatically. Poor thing. Also, Noah was explaining that he wanted to stay at his house and not move anywhere. It is definitely a very major change, but it still doesn't seem real to me.
We had a wonderful lesson in patience in Relief Society today, it was MUCH needed. Patience with people and circumstances really is the key to peace on so many levels.
That's it for now!
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Happy Birthday to Me!
I turned 36 on Friday! We had some low-key celebrations and I tried to stretch the birthday perks into sleeping in each morning all weekend and getting a big fat nap today, which worked out pretty well for me. I never thought a nap would be such a cherished gift, but I can't think of anything I want or need more.
Yesterday was great, we went to the temple, had dinner together after we put the kids down, watched LOST (we're one episode behind still), and I finally "caught on" to Guitar Hero. (I wrote more on this new development in my life here.) I finally beat Tom Morello in battle--it only took me 10 times!
Yesterday was great, we went to the temple, had dinner together after we put the kids down, watched LOST (we're one episode behind still), and I finally "caught on" to Guitar Hero. (I wrote more on this new development in my life here.) I finally beat Tom Morello in battle--it only took me 10 times!
Lucy had some assessments this week. She is performing well on problem solving and cognitive skills, and physically is developmentally doing well. She's language-delayed, though. As part of this, both her teacher and the assessment person tell me Lucy's strong personality makes her difficult to work with and get to do things! She clearly knows what they want, but will stare them in the face, take the materials, and throw them on the floor with smug raised eyebrows.
Lucy and her teacher, Anaika, playing with curlers
The fact she's the baby of the family, our family is large by today's standards, and that she started out sickly they said often leads to this--she's spoiled! We also apparently infantalize her, even though she's almost two, because she's so small. We don't talk to her and interact with her like a two-year-old, but simply tote her around and live life around her like she is a baby.
She gets read to simply because she's on the lap if someone else is being read to, but there is no special time where we just sit with her and a book and ask, "Where's the ball? Show me." Honestly, when I saw the teacher trying to get her to do this, I thought, "That is ridiculous, how come they are trying to get a baby to do that?" Which tells you how duped we are.
She still wakes to nurse 1-3x a night like a 4 month old, that's how duped I am. I worked with my other kids to train them to be great sleepers by age 1 at the very latest, and we've all been the happier for it. How did I get here?
I think it is remarkable that I haven't noticed that she's hard. The teachers tell me that this is a credit to me, that I'm not high-strung, I am used to not getting enough sleep, I am juggling a lot of things and people, and that my idea of "hard" has adjusted since I have other children that, we'll say, are "challenging." (Meaning that they care always challenging me!)
They say that if I were a first-time mom and Lucy was my only one, I'd be pulling my hair out over her. Which is funny, because as far as parenting goes, this is nothing in comparison.
I'm glad to have this perspective, though, and after we move (we all agreed we should wait until then) I need to teach her to sleep and welcome her more to the independence and excitement of toddlerhood, along with more age-appropriate books and materials.
It's so funny how overprepared I was with my first, and how behind the ball I am now. I think some middle ground must be the best place to be. I see people at the store stressing out over their toddlers' behavior and I just think, "Oh, honey, let it go, you have no idea what's ahead of you if THIS freaks you out."
Anyway, so there's Lucy.
Noah needs Joyschool or something. I need to figure out how to occupy him in the next month. He still has that half-sick, out-of-sorts thing that comes and goes. Sweet as ever, and into everything.
Ben is doing great on his schoolwork. We are really drilling math facts right now, and we won't go on in our curriculum until he can do 100 multiplication problems in under 6 minutes. He is now doing 50 2-digit plus 2-digit addition problems in almost 5 minutes. We use this website to drill.
Sophie is actually really excited about what she says will be her "whole new life." I know there will be apprehension with the upheaval, but she seems to be going forward with a really great attitude. She is surprisingly unattached to school, although she's going to miss 2-3 of her friends.
David has more long-distance work coming up, but, in today's economy, I'm starting to feel grateful for a job that actually grows more secure with the economic problems (foreclosures can increase his workload).
David sent me this great article that I found very motivating about the potential of frugal living. Now is definitely the time for it!
And now for a very small soapbox:
I have found myself getting more involved in the election process this week, and want to encourage all my friends and loved ones out there to not let the talking heads do all your thinking for you. Seriously, the talking heads should never be your primary source of information on anything.
Get the facts about all the people (not just your people) from the people themselves. If you want to hate somebody, do it smart by knowing what it is you don't like about them.
Here's your assigned reading for the week!
http://origin.barackobama.com/issues/
http://www.johnmccain.com/Informing/Issues/
http://www.hillaryclinton.com/issues/
And, as I said before, let hope direct your vote.
For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.
2 Tim. 1: 7
PS: Finally we're back into our Sunday routine of chore charts and blogging, so blogs for Ben, Sophie, and Suburban Harvest are updated.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Retraction (or, the Story in Full)
If you've been following this blog for a while, you may have heard me say, rather recently, that we are going to live in California forever, that it's the "right" place for us, etc. Well, apparently not.
While we were in Utah, David learned that more of his work will be out of California, and he also realized the quality of life we could have there was better that we could have here. He decided we should move there.
After he decided this, and I had time to pick myself up off the floor from the shock, I was sent off to Utah this past weekend to find a new house to rent (which is why the late post). It was kind of a whirlwind, and we saw 10 properties on Monday, picked one out, then found out that another place was available that we thought wasn't anymore. That was the only one we saw on Tuesday, and it was definitely the one for us. We move March 18th.
For about $800 less than we pay now, we have a much, much better way of life. You can see pictures here, click the pic. It's winter, so the trees are naked and make it look a little unkempt.
It is exactly what I've always wanted--a big garden, a small orchard and vineyard, trees to climb and swing in, big pine trees. Also, perks include a 2-story playhouse in back and a laundry chute!
One thing I love about Utah is that it is normal to have a living room AND a family room--seems so excessive and luxurious by California standards! David is not excited about the red master bedroom, so we'll have to make a few adjustments there, but the house is cute and so big compared to anything we've ever had.
We will also be two blocks from my sweet cousin Kim's house (and go to the same ward). Thanks for finding us this place, Cuz!
So, some very big changes, we're both a bit nervous, but it feels good and everything is opening up to go this direction, which is saying more than anything else we've tried to do in the last five years.
I have so many thoughts surrounding all this that I can't think clearly to formulate them coherently, so I won't. Suffice it to say that I thought we'd have to fix a lot of other things before being in a situation like this, things that would take decades, and I really feel the Lord is showing me that he knows me, cares about me and hears me. Some of the littlest details in this house seem unimportant, but only the Lord would know that they meant something to me.
To all our California friends, we love you SO much and never thought this day would come. Thanks to blogs, email, cell phones and the continual exodus many of you make to and from Utah, I hope to hold on to you tightly.
To all our Utah friends, let's start booking the dinner calendar now!
While we were in Utah, David learned that more of his work will be out of California, and he also realized the quality of life we could have there was better that we could have here. He decided we should move there.
After he decided this, and I had time to pick myself up off the floor from the shock, I was sent off to Utah this past weekend to find a new house to rent (which is why the late post). It was kind of a whirlwind, and we saw 10 properties on Monday, picked one out, then found out that another place was available that we thought wasn't anymore. That was the only one we saw on Tuesday, and it was definitely the one for us. We move March 18th.
For about $800 less than we pay now, we have a much, much better way of life. You can see pictures here, click the pic. It's winter, so the trees are naked and make it look a little unkempt.
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It is exactly what I've always wanted--a big garden, a small orchard and vineyard, trees to climb and swing in, big pine trees. Also, perks include a 2-story playhouse in back and a laundry chute!
One thing I love about Utah is that it is normal to have a living room AND a family room--seems so excessive and luxurious by California standards! David is not excited about the red master bedroom, so we'll have to make a few adjustments there, but the house is cute and so big compared to anything we've ever had.
We will also be two blocks from my sweet cousin Kim's house (and go to the same ward). Thanks for finding us this place, Cuz!
So, some very big changes, we're both a bit nervous, but it feels good and everything is opening up to go this direction, which is saying more than anything else we've tried to do in the last five years.
I have so many thoughts surrounding all this that I can't think clearly to formulate them coherently, so I won't. Suffice it to say that I thought we'd have to fix a lot of other things before being in a situation like this, things that would take decades, and I really feel the Lord is showing me that he knows me, cares about me and hears me. Some of the littlest details in this house seem unimportant, but only the Lord would know that they meant something to me.
To all our California friends, we love you SO much and never thought this day would come. Thanks to blogs, email, cell phones and the continual exodus many of you make to and from Utah, I hope to hold on to you tightly.
To all our Utah friends, let's start booking the dinner calendar now!
Sunday, February 10, 2008
The Story in Part
Another excitement-filled week at the Christensen home. I am still trying to get over that bad bug I brought home from Utah, and everyone has had a tad of it, mainly minor for the rest, though. The house is woefully neglected due to the fact you can't really clean house while lying horizontally, which put it out of the question, since I was so busy doing the latter. I went to Ward Breakfast yesterday under the assumption that by virtue of being sick 9 days I must surely be better, but that just led to being completely wiped the rest of the day. I went to church today, but am now ready for a long winter's nap, not making the lasagne I have planned for dinner.
Lucy is growing up so much, such an independent little pixie. She is also a bit spoiled, which is totally my fault and I'm hoping to rectify that without too much drama. Still trying to fatten her up. Some labs are coming back this week for her, hopefully with some useful information. She is conflicted about her status as a toy for other children, as she likes being played "with" in a friend sense, but not so much being played "with" in the doll sense, which is unfortunately extremely common.
Noah has been having very few accidents (hooray!) but has seemed a little under the weather with a belly thing. He is SO mischevious and takes 100% follow-through on every request, which gets old fast when you are unwilling to leave your bed for any reason.
Sophie is continuing her complaints about school, and I feel bad because I don't blame her. The work is dry and boring and she doesn't have a very friendly teacher. But I try to be encouraging and help her bring out the positive. School doesn't have to be all fun and games, but at this stage it helps if they enjoy learning and have a good relationship with their teacher. Her reading is almost fluent, though, and she enjoys it.
Ben's doing great at home with school and is moving on to 5th grade Language arts, which he's very proud of. He enjoys it. It has been a rather bland homeschooling week, though, due to my inability to do anything, and he has made sure I am constantly aware of that. We've just done the basics.
David is getting ready to do some traveling to PA and NC this week for work. It looks like his job is going to require quite a bit more travel out of CA. That has a variety of impacts on our life and is triggering a re-evaluation of some things. So, this post isn't detail-rich on that, but I'm sure more information will follow.
Oh, apparently Noah has undressed Lucy and started a bath for them both, so I guess this post is over. Go over to mamamelodrama and take my chocolate quiz if you haven't already.
Sing it with me! "to the B to the A to the R to the A to the C - K - O - B - A - M - A!"
Lucy is growing up so much, such an independent little pixie. She is also a bit spoiled, which is totally my fault and I'm hoping to rectify that without too much drama. Still trying to fatten her up. Some labs are coming back this week for her, hopefully with some useful information. She is conflicted about her status as a toy for other children, as she likes being played "with" in a friend sense, but not so much being played "with" in the doll sense, which is unfortunately extremely common.
Noah has been having very few accidents (hooray!) but has seemed a little under the weather with a belly thing. He is SO mischevious and takes 100% follow-through on every request, which gets old fast when you are unwilling to leave your bed for any reason.
Sophie is continuing her complaints about school, and I feel bad because I don't blame her. The work is dry and boring and she doesn't have a very friendly teacher. But I try to be encouraging and help her bring out the positive. School doesn't have to be all fun and games, but at this stage it helps if they enjoy learning and have a good relationship with their teacher. Her reading is almost fluent, though, and she enjoys it.
Ben's doing great at home with school and is moving on to 5th grade Language arts, which he's very proud of. He enjoys it. It has been a rather bland homeschooling week, though, due to my inability to do anything, and he has made sure I am constantly aware of that. We've just done the basics.
David is getting ready to do some traveling to PA and NC this week for work. It looks like his job is going to require quite a bit more travel out of CA. That has a variety of impacts on our life and is triggering a re-evaluation of some things. So, this post isn't detail-rich on that, but I'm sure more information will follow.
Oh, apparently Noah has undressed Lucy and started a bath for them both, so I guess this post is over. Go over to mamamelodrama and take my chocolate quiz if you haven't already.
Sing it with me! "to the B to the A to the R to the A to the C - K - O - B - A - M - A!"
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Let Hope Direct Your Vote
With the understanding the vast majority of this blog's readers will think I'm, at best, misled, and at worst, hell-bound, I'd still like to say that I had completely given up hope on so many things relating to American politics until I started taking a closer look at Obama. I hope today goes well for him.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Wacation in a Winter Wonderland
Our trip to Utah was wonderful. The fact that Mom and Dad Christensen's house is big enough for us to lose our own children, that we weren't on top of each other, was a vacation in itself. In line with tradition, I got terribly sick, but this time only at the very end, so I could bring it home with me and extend the vacation two more (much less comfortable) days in bed. I love my sweet husband!
Here is a rundown of what we did and some photographic evidence that this trip actually took place:
http://web.mac.com/davidchristensen/iWeb/Site/Library.html
Here is a rundown of what we did and some photographic evidence that this trip actually took place:
http://web.mac.com/davidchristensen/iWeb/Site/Library.html
My Thoughts on the End of an Era
As I have read so many tributes to Gordon B. Hinckley this past week, and I've thought much about the influence he has had in my life and pondered what defining messages or moments have had the most impact on me. I loved him greatly and had a testimony of his divine calling, one confirmed to me many times over his long tenure. He spoke to us as a region in a simultaneous Stake Conference across Southern California just a few weeks ago, emphasizing loving marriage and family relationships. He looked very small and frail, yet cried out with power in his frustration at the mistreatment of women.
Then, as in so many other conferences where I heard his voice, I marveled at the ridiculous deception that makes him and his fellow associates out to be oppressive, power-hungry ringleaders of blind sheep. That would be a very well-cloaked evil indeed, masked by constant pleadings to be more loving, kinder, respectful, mindful of those around us, renewed in hope and doing good. And, with each message, comes the never-failing witness of the Spirit that this man speaks with Christ, and for Christ, the great Exemplar which the prophet so clearly emulated.
The adversary will do all in his power to sow seeds of doubt, even in the face of reason, to prevent us from hearing the prophet of the Lord, and accepting His prophet's call to simply humbly come unto Christ and be healed. Our enemy seeks to make us take offense when we are asked to set aside selfishness for service. But the prophet speaks truth: that true healing from pain, disappointment, despair or confusion doesn't come from licking my wounds in a circular path dedicated to self-discovery.
Which brings me to the area where I felt the strongest influence from Gordon B. Hinckley. The story is now well known. When young Elder Hinckley was encountering illness, rejection, prejudice and despair early in his mission, his complaints written home were answered with a short letter from his father: “Dear Gordon, I have your recent letter. I have only one suggestion: Forget yourself and go to work.”
Hinckley recalls, "Earlier that morning in our scripture class my companion and I had read these words of the Lord: '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' (Mark 8:35).
"Those words of the Master, followed by my father’s letter with his counsel to forget myself and go to work, went into my very being" (from Ensign, July 1987, 7). In describing what happened next, he said: “I got on my knees in that little bedroom … and made a pledge that I would try to give myself unto the Lord.
“The whole world changed. The fog lifted. The sun began to shine in my life. I had a new interest. I saw the beauty of this land. I saw the greatness of the people. … Everything that has happened to me since that’s been good I can trace to that decision made in that little house” (Church News, Sept. 9, 1995, 4).
President Hinckley continued by saying: “You want to be happy? Forget yourself and get lost in this great cause, and bend your efforts to helping people” (in Church News, Sept. 9, 1995, 4).
He said more recently: "The best antidote for worry is work. The best medicine for despair is service. The best cure for weariness is to help someone even more tired."
I was at a recent sacrament meeting in Utah where the speaker explained that when we lose ourselves in the service of Christ, it is easier to find our true self, as there will be more of us to find. This losing myself and forgetting myself in service to Christ is not frantically busying myself with family church duties while secretly holding out for expected payback in the form of my own needed blessings, equal returned attention, or even instant personal fulfillment from a given act of service. It is taking the gospel of Jesus Christ "down, deep into our hearts" as Henry B. Eyring emphasized in the funeral. It is seeking to feel and hold within me the love of my Savior for me through communion with the Father in constant prayer and study. I have then felt this love so naturally translate into a similar love for my fellow travelers in this often hard, sometimes joyous journey.
Each time I review this story of President Hinckley's mission, I am reminded of a phrase in my own patriarchal blessing, which after discussing some talents and blessings I would have from the Lord, follows with the charge: "You should make use of them to further the work of the Lord." The Lord understood I would be tempted to use any abilities for better standing in the world, and reminds me that by losing myself in His work I will, in the end, rejoice that I was not distracted from my true mission on this earth by seeking my own comforts. It would be like being sent on an important business trip, only to miss the purpose of my trip as I stayed in my hotel room, fluffing pillows and making sure the accommodations were comfortable enough. I want to return Home without regrets.
After WWII, when Hinckley decided to end a promising career with the railroad in Denver to return to the employ of the church, he told a friend, "This is the Lord's work, and I feel I would make my best contribution in life, by doing my humble part, to further the cause." This is a sentiment I wish to echo. I would like my tribute to Gordon B. Hinckley's life to be my own covenant with the Lord to try to forget myself and go to work, and to lose myself in Christ and in building his kingdom. Instead of finding myself, to let Him find, shape and transform me.
My self is a hard thing to forget, as it is has become accustomed to so much attention, and I know it will take practice. But I always find when I am serving Jesus Christ, that I have access to much greater ability than my own. As Elder Eyring said at the funeral, "His optimism was justified, not by confidence in his own powers to work things out, but in his great faith that God's powers were in place. "
"'Til we meet at Jesus' feet."
Then, as in so many other conferences where I heard his voice, I marveled at the ridiculous deception that makes him and his fellow associates out to be oppressive, power-hungry ringleaders of blind sheep. That would be a very well-cloaked evil indeed, masked by constant pleadings to be more loving, kinder, respectful, mindful of those around us, renewed in hope and doing good. And, with each message, comes the never-failing witness of the Spirit that this man speaks with Christ, and for Christ, the great Exemplar which the prophet so clearly emulated.
The adversary will do all in his power to sow seeds of doubt, even in the face of reason, to prevent us from hearing the prophet of the Lord, and accepting His prophet's call to simply humbly come unto Christ and be healed. Our enemy seeks to make us take offense when we are asked to set aside selfishness for service. But the prophet speaks truth: that true healing from pain, disappointment, despair or confusion doesn't come from licking my wounds in a circular path dedicated to self-discovery.
Which brings me to the area where I felt the strongest influence from Gordon B. Hinckley. The story is now well known. When young Elder Hinckley was encountering illness, rejection, prejudice and despair early in his mission, his complaints written home were answered with a short letter from his father: “Dear Gordon, I have your recent letter. I have only one suggestion: Forget yourself and go to work.”
Hinckley recalls, "Earlier that morning in our scripture class my companion and I had read these words of the Lord: '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' (Mark 8:35).
"Those words of the Master, followed by my father’s letter with his counsel to forget myself and go to work, went into my very being" (from Ensign, July 1987, 7). In describing what happened next, he said: “I got on my knees in that little bedroom … and made a pledge that I would try to give myself unto the Lord.
“The whole world changed. The fog lifted. The sun began to shine in my life. I had a new interest. I saw the beauty of this land. I saw the greatness of the people. … Everything that has happened to me since that’s been good I can trace to that decision made in that little house” (Church News, Sept. 9, 1995, 4).
President Hinckley continued by saying: “You want to be happy? Forget yourself and get lost in this great cause, and bend your efforts to helping people” (in Church News, Sept. 9, 1995, 4).
He said more recently: "The best antidote for worry is work. The best medicine for despair is service. The best cure for weariness is to help someone even more tired."
I was at a recent sacrament meeting in Utah where the speaker explained that when we lose ourselves in the service of Christ, it is easier to find our true self, as there will be more of us to find. This losing myself and forgetting myself in service to Christ is not frantically busying myself with family church duties while secretly holding out for expected payback in the form of my own needed blessings, equal returned attention, or even instant personal fulfillment from a given act of service. It is taking the gospel of Jesus Christ "down, deep into our hearts" as Henry B. Eyring emphasized in the funeral. It is seeking to feel and hold within me the love of my Savior for me through communion with the Father in constant prayer and study. I have then felt this love so naturally translate into a similar love for my fellow travelers in this often hard, sometimes joyous journey.
Each time I review this story of President Hinckley's mission, I am reminded of a phrase in my own patriarchal blessing, which after discussing some talents and blessings I would have from the Lord, follows with the charge: "You should make use of them to further the work of the Lord." The Lord understood I would be tempted to use any abilities for better standing in the world, and reminds me that by losing myself in His work I will, in the end, rejoice that I was not distracted from my true mission on this earth by seeking my own comforts. It would be like being sent on an important business trip, only to miss the purpose of my trip as I stayed in my hotel room, fluffing pillows and making sure the accommodations were comfortable enough. I want to return Home without regrets.
After WWII, when Hinckley decided to end a promising career with the railroad in Denver to return to the employ of the church, he told a friend, "This is the Lord's work, and I feel I would make my best contribution in life, by doing my humble part, to further the cause." This is a sentiment I wish to echo. I would like my tribute to Gordon B. Hinckley's life to be my own covenant with the Lord to try to forget myself and go to work, and to lose myself in Christ and in building his kingdom. Instead of finding myself, to let Him find, shape and transform me.
My self is a hard thing to forget, as it is has become accustomed to so much attention, and I know it will take practice. But I always find when I am serving Jesus Christ, that I have access to much greater ability than my own. As Elder Eyring said at the funeral, "His optimism was justified, not by confidence in his own powers to work things out, but in his great faith that God's powers were in place. "
Thank you, dear President Hinckley, for showing me what is possible when one person simply forgets himself and goes to work for Jesus Christ, and inspiring me to do the same.
"'Til we meet at Jesus' feet."Saturday, February 2, 2008
Welcome me back from 1975!
I have a new cell phone to replace my old, broken one (thanks for the early b-day present, mom). Some of you may know that I was relegated not only to the home phone, but a corded home phone, like back when I was 9 or something, so I could choose to socialize while standing in a rather useless part of the house, or I could just bag that and actually live my life (something I blog, surf, email and phone-chat to avoid).
So, I'm back to being free, or no longer being free, not sure which.
Since most people who read my personal blog (this one), are the same people that used to call me when I had a phone, I just thought I'd let you know here.
PS: Important health warning at MamaMelodrama today.
So, I'm back to being free, or no longer being free, not sure which.
Since most people who read my personal blog (this one), are the same people that used to call me when I had a phone, I just thought I'd let you know here.
PS: Important health warning at MamaMelodrama today.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Shameless Mid-Week Redirecting
If you're bored and bloghopping, take a look. Today's post refers you to yet another post I highly recommend:
http://mamamelodrama.blogspot.com/2008/01/post-i-didnt-have-to-write.html
I understand that this is inefficient and shameless, and take full credit for it.
Valerie
http://mamamelodrama.blogspot.com/2008/01/post-i-didnt-have-to-write.html
I understand that this is inefficient and shameless, and take full credit for it.
Valerie
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Happy Family Birthday!
Our family celebrates the completion of 15 years today. This means bowling and birthday cake, but as it's Sunday, we did the bowling part yesterday.
We only go bowling once a year because it is expensive, and we tell ourselves it makes Family Birthday more special that way. I got the same score as Sophie. That would be 84. She had bumpers, though, so I'm going to hold onto that along with my dignity. Grandpa, however, was beaten by all children, including Ben, Sophie, Noah and the combined game of my 3YO niece Morgan and Lucy, who played alternately. Like me, he can hold onto that fact that they had bumpers.
We are here in lovely, white Utah, where even the angle of the sun and the way the trees move on a windy day like today is so familiar. Bountiful looks older and a little unkempt in places, and it's odd to drive up the east bench onto one of the the multi-million McMansion drives simply to overlook a desolate valley dominated by the refinery, but it is winter.
Do I want to come back? Yes, every time I do the bills. When that time of the month rolls around and it's time again to pay in rent 2-3x what people here pay for their mortgages, I do. When I dream of starting a real garden, one that would sustain canning and plenty of family togetherness in the form of work, then I do. When I see my kids playing with their cousins and enjoying their grandparents and the snow, when I chat with my cousin Kim and California expatriates the Mosses and the Oaks, and see what good friends I have here. There is a big part of me that feels like this is home, that feels more at ease and less tense here.
But there is another part of me, the me of today, which feels like East Pasadena is more my home, that feels like my ward family there is as much my family in some ways. Just living daily life is harder there (in CA) to some extent, but life has gotten harder here, too. Part of me wonders if the idea I have of the Bountiful I would come back to is mixed up with a Bountiful in the past that doesn't exist anymore. It's not like kids can just go out and play in the front yard here anymore than they can there--the world has changed that way.
There is something about being here in Utah that I can't put my finger on, but that I think wouldn't be ideal for our family. I don't know what it is. Like our friend Marlo said after being surprised to find David and I were both from Bountiful, "You guys just don't seem like Bountiful people."
But I love Bountiful people, and the house I grew up imagining I'd have is a Bountiful house. But I think that maybe there is more room for our weirdness outside in the wild. In Pasadena, we almost, almost seem normal, and I feel like that would be unattainable here. And I speculate that Ben's differences are probably better handled in a place where there is so much more difference in so many areas that even kids are more tolerant.
I tell myself I'm above peer pressure and feeling like I "should" be something, but I worry I'd lose myself a bit coming back. And maybe that's just it, maybe you just can't go back, like they say. It would feel a little bit like regressing, because I'm so different from the person that left here almost 12 years ago. In California, I can breathe (the smoggy air) and feel at ease among the other crazies like me (no offense to all my CA friends). And also, in my most focused, centered and spiritual moments, I feel like we are supposed to be there in Pasadena.
So I guess it comes down to feeling financially at ease or psychologically and spiritually at ease.
All of this is moot, of course, because however my husband humors my musings on the topic, when my meandering monologue is over, he gives a tired smile, breathes heavily and moves onto another topic as if I'd never spoken. As if to say "Here in your Hotel California, you can check out (mentally) anytime you want, but you can never leave."
CA is home.
We only go bowling once a year because it is expensive, and we tell ourselves it makes Family Birthday more special that way. I got the same score as Sophie. That would be 84. She had bumpers, though, so I'm going to hold onto that along with my dignity. Grandpa, however, was beaten by all children, including Ben, Sophie, Noah and the combined game of my 3YO niece Morgan and Lucy, who played alternately. Like me, he can hold onto that fact that they had bumpers.
We are here in lovely, white Utah, where even the angle of the sun and the way the trees move on a windy day like today is so familiar. Bountiful looks older and a little unkempt in places, and it's odd to drive up the east bench onto one of the the multi-million McMansion drives simply to overlook a desolate valley dominated by the refinery, but it is winter.
Do I want to come back? Yes, every time I do the bills. When that time of the month rolls around and it's time again to pay in rent 2-3x what people here pay for their mortgages, I do. When I dream of starting a real garden, one that would sustain canning and plenty of family togetherness in the form of work, then I do. When I see my kids playing with their cousins and enjoying their grandparents and the snow, when I chat with my cousin Kim and California expatriates the Mosses and the Oaks, and see what good friends I have here. There is a big part of me that feels like this is home, that feels more at ease and less tense here.
But there is another part of me, the me of today, which feels like East Pasadena is more my home, that feels like my ward family there is as much my family in some ways. Just living daily life is harder there (in CA) to some extent, but life has gotten harder here, too. Part of me wonders if the idea I have of the Bountiful I would come back to is mixed up with a Bountiful in the past that doesn't exist anymore. It's not like kids can just go out and play in the front yard here anymore than they can there--the world has changed that way.
There is something about being here in Utah that I can't put my finger on, but that I think wouldn't be ideal for our family. I don't know what it is. Like our friend Marlo said after being surprised to find David and I were both from Bountiful, "You guys just don't seem like Bountiful people."
But I love Bountiful people, and the house I grew up imagining I'd have is a Bountiful house. But I think that maybe there is more room for our weirdness outside in the wild. In Pasadena, we almost, almost seem normal, and I feel like that would be unattainable here. And I speculate that Ben's differences are probably better handled in a place where there is so much more difference in so many areas that even kids are more tolerant.
I tell myself I'm above peer pressure and feeling like I "should" be something, but I worry I'd lose myself a bit coming back. And maybe that's just it, maybe you just can't go back, like they say. It would feel a little bit like regressing, because I'm so different from the person that left here almost 12 years ago. In California, I can breathe (the smoggy air) and feel at ease among the other crazies like me (no offense to all my CA friends). And also, in my most focused, centered and spiritual moments, I feel like we are supposed to be there in Pasadena.
So I guess it comes down to feeling financially at ease or psychologically and spiritually at ease.
All of this is moot, of course, because however my husband humors my musings on the topic, when my meandering monologue is over, he gives a tired smile, breathes heavily and moves onto another topic as if I'd never spoken. As if to say "Here in your Hotel California, you can check out (mentally) anytime you want, but you can never leave."
CA is home.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Down with moderation!
Everyone who knows me knows that I do not believe in the idea of "moderation in all things." First of all, if this were true, it would be healthy and legal for me to take a moderate amount of heroin on a daily basis. Second of all, it is only in those manic, bursts of focused energy that I accomplish anything in my life.
Which is why I didn't do anything really this week besides doing web programing and designing new sites and getting ideas for other new sites. I'm in a very creative mood these days, which is fun and also tends to exclude all other activities (except eating chocolate). Maybe I'll fall into a pathetic mopey phase later, but it feels good to be accomplishing things that are tangible and linear and cannot be undone by small people in under five minutes.
It's not that I mind cleaning the kitchen or sweeping the floor, but it is how soon and how often I have to do it again, and again, and again that's the problem. The circular pattern of life is not soothing to me, it is crazy-making. I've had children 8 years and I still find myself thinking, "You need to eat again? Seriously? Three times a day, you say?" Linear, check-off-and-move-on momentum on concrete projects of interest are the barriers between me and the house on the hill and the white jacket.
Am I being a little too open with my mental illness here?
Okay, then we'll move on.
The Suburban Harvest website is up but the forms aren't working. The forms are in a mailto: format which is lamer than lame, but I need to learn a little more before I can fix them.
I taught Relief Society today, covering the intro to the new Joseph Smith manual, his life chronology, plus the first chapter of "Life and Ministry" suffice it to say, we nixed the practice song and still got out 5 minutes late. We reviewed his life and all he accomplished in 24 years before he was killed. For each item in his life, I wrote on one side of the board all that was accomplished (first vision, revelation, restoration of the priesthood, organization of the church and its leadership, temples built and templework begun) and on the other, all the hard stuff (poverty, crop failures, no educational opportunities, loss of children, loss of friends, intense persecution, and eventually being killed). I drew a map of the eastern US on the board and we drew lines for all of his (constant) moving around.
We talked about how the world doesn't understand the impact of the first list, and how it just looks confusing and chaotic from a worldly view. But, once God confirms to you that the restored gospel is true, it's clear that it was truly the long, painful labor to bring the restored church into the world.
In the end, we talked about how just like this random and indirect and painful process that restored the gospel to the earth, our own random, indirect and painful wanderings in life also serve to bring about the purposes for which we were sent here. I think the lesson went well, but it was mainly lecture and not discussion because it was that first lesson with the liturgy of historical facts.
It's real folks, it's true, and if you don't believe me, ask the Lord about it.
Anyway, kids are doing well. Sophie is having this thing where she doesn't want to go to school anymore and it's a fight to get her to go. We are going to Utah on Wednesday, so I've tried to persuade her that the 8 days we're taking off really makes it so we can't miss. She is starting to sing more and has great pitch and memory for songs. I just love singing with her. We listed to Carmen today after church and she was singing along--oh, can I just push on you my life dreams, little daughter?
Ben went with his dad and the scouts on Saturday on a long, 7 mile hike in Joshua Tree. They had a great time, and that kind of thing is so good for him. I realize how fast he'll be grown. David's grandpa said that once you get to 14, it's over. If you haven't taught them what they need to know by then, it's too late, and all you can do is preserve the relationship. I sometimes feel he's already there. But even if that's true, that's only six years from now.
Noah has been out of sorts this week. I think he has a low-level bug, same with Lucy, and me, and David. He cries easily and just looks pale. He refuses to eat anything that is that good for him, as in fruits and veggies. I need to get back to the regular alternating oatmeal and smoothies for breakfast after our trip and focus on their nutrition. We usually aren't hit so hard by the cold/flu season, and I am sure our lax diet is part of the reason.
Lucy, aside from the constantly running nose, come-and-go cough, the come-and-go fevers, is happy and very active, now a big climber, always on top of furniture. Yes, I did take her to the doctor after much harassment from my husband, and the doctor said it was a cold and acted (albeit politely) like I should know better after four kids than to bring her in for that. But like I said, we're not used to being always sick. She's just buzzing around, working hard at nothing, most of the day. She enjoys the park and is very independent.
David is good and sweet. I like him a lot. I totally like him. Do you think he likes me? Ask him if he likes me. No, don't. DON'T. He's totally too cool for me. No way.
So, Next Sunday is the big #15 anniversary. When we got married he was asked on video what he wanted to say to his posterity. He said romantically, "Um, we thought this was a good idea at the time."
As for me, I still think it was a pretty good idea, and if I harass him, he will admit he thinks so, too.
Which is why I didn't do anything really this week besides doing web programing and designing new sites and getting ideas for other new sites. I'm in a very creative mood these days, which is fun and also tends to exclude all other activities (except eating chocolate). Maybe I'll fall into a pathetic mopey phase later, but it feels good to be accomplishing things that are tangible and linear and cannot be undone by small people in under five minutes.
It's not that I mind cleaning the kitchen or sweeping the floor, but it is how soon and how often I have to do it again, and again, and again that's the problem. The circular pattern of life is not soothing to me, it is crazy-making. I've had children 8 years and I still find myself thinking, "You need to eat again? Seriously? Three times a day, you say?" Linear, check-off-and-move-on momentum on concrete projects of interest are the barriers between me and the house on the hill and the white jacket.
Am I being a little too open with my mental illness here?
Okay, then we'll move on.
The Suburban Harvest website is up but the forms aren't working. The forms are in a mailto: format which is lamer than lame, but I need to learn a little more before I can fix them.
I taught Relief Society today, covering the intro to the new Joseph Smith manual, his life chronology, plus the first chapter of "Life and Ministry" suffice it to say, we nixed the practice song and still got out 5 minutes late. We reviewed his life and all he accomplished in 24 years before he was killed. For each item in his life, I wrote on one side of the board all that was accomplished (first vision, revelation, restoration of the priesthood, organization of the church and its leadership, temples built and templework begun) and on the other, all the hard stuff (poverty, crop failures, no educational opportunities, loss of children, loss of friends, intense persecution, and eventually being killed). I drew a map of the eastern US on the board and we drew lines for all of his (constant) moving around.
We talked about how the world doesn't understand the impact of the first list, and how it just looks confusing and chaotic from a worldly view. But, once God confirms to you that the restored gospel is true, it's clear that it was truly the long, painful labor to bring the restored church into the world.
In the end, we talked about how just like this random and indirect and painful process that restored the gospel to the earth, our own random, indirect and painful wanderings in life also serve to bring about the purposes for which we were sent here. I think the lesson went well, but it was mainly lecture and not discussion because it was that first lesson with the liturgy of historical facts.
It's real folks, it's true, and if you don't believe me, ask the Lord about it.
Anyway, kids are doing well. Sophie is having this thing where she doesn't want to go to school anymore and it's a fight to get her to go. We are going to Utah on Wednesday, so I've tried to persuade her that the 8 days we're taking off really makes it so we can't miss. She is starting to sing more and has great pitch and memory for songs. I just love singing with her. We listed to Carmen today after church and she was singing along--oh, can I just push on you my life dreams, little daughter?
Ben went with his dad and the scouts on Saturday on a long, 7 mile hike in Joshua Tree. They had a great time, and that kind of thing is so good for him. I realize how fast he'll be grown. David's grandpa said that once you get to 14, it's over. If you haven't taught them what they need to know by then, it's too late, and all you can do is preserve the relationship. I sometimes feel he's already there. But even if that's true, that's only six years from now.
Noah has been out of sorts this week. I think he has a low-level bug, same with Lucy, and me, and David. He cries easily and just looks pale. He refuses to eat anything that is that good for him, as in fruits and veggies. I need to get back to the regular alternating oatmeal and smoothies for breakfast after our trip and focus on their nutrition. We usually aren't hit so hard by the cold/flu season, and I am sure our lax diet is part of the reason.
Lucy, aside from the constantly running nose, come-and-go cough, the come-and-go fevers, is happy and very active, now a big climber, always on top of furniture. Yes, I did take her to the doctor after much harassment from my husband, and the doctor said it was a cold and acted (albeit politely) like I should know better after four kids than to bring her in for that. But like I said, we're not used to being always sick. She's just buzzing around, working hard at nothing, most of the day. She enjoys the park and is very independent.
David is good and sweet. I like him a lot. I totally like him. Do you think he likes me? Ask him if he likes me. No, don't. DON'T. He's totally too cool for me. No way.
So, Next Sunday is the big #15 anniversary. When we got married he was asked on video what he wanted to say to his posterity. He said romantically, "Um, we thought this was a good idea at the time."
As for me, I still think it was a pretty good idea, and if I harass him, he will admit he thinks so, too.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Val writes her congressman (and the newspapers, and all the candidates)
Here is my beef with the state of the nation for today. This is my letter I wrote to pretty much everyone today (this copy went to the presidential candidates). Agree with me or not, whatev. But if you do happen to agree, write your representative! If you don't, love me anyway.
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A New York Times article today about increasing foreign investment touched a nerve that has been getting more raw for me over the past months which I feel should be part of the election debate:
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/01/20/business/20invest.html?hp
I am an independent, and I actually am fine with most immigration, as most of us got here that way one way or the other, and the land we're protecting once belonged to many of those we're protecting it from anyway.
But we are so distracted by concern about Mexicans coming over the border to pick our fruit and clean our houses that we are failing to notice thousands of non-citizens buying up land and homes in the US, taking advantage of a weak dollar and an ailing economy.
While working Southern Californians like me can never hope to own a home here, wealthy investors from foreign nations are snapping up (even over-priced) property with ease, making the American dream even more distant for regular American families like ours.
At the same time, we allow investment firms operated by Arab nations to "save" our nation's banks and corporations, assuming the benefit of propping our tumbling stocks will outweigh the long-term impact. Our government continues to borrow money from some of these same nations, even those with vast idealogical differences, to support our spending habits. The years ahead will show how short-sighted this is.
THIS PROBLEM WILL HAVE MUCH MORE LONG-TERM IMPACT on Americans' lives than illegal immigration of low-skilled and migrant workers doing our unpleasant work. This needs urgent attention. If Americans were aware of the extent and the pace of this investment, they would be alarmed, whether they leaned left or right. Action needs to be taken to protect our ability to have our own home, and not just rent our American homes from foreign and immigrant landlords, however nice they may be.
As a candidate, as a senator, and if you win the White House, please protect American land for American citizens and start now to set strict limits on the purchase of American property by non citizens. Please don’t wait until after the election, but help make this a needed part of the election discussion.
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A New York Times article today about increasing foreign investment touched a nerve that has been getting more raw for me over the past months which I feel should be part of the election debate:
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/01/20/business/20invest.html?hp
I am an independent, and I actually am fine with most immigration, as most of us got here that way one way or the other, and the land we're protecting once belonged to many of those we're protecting it from anyway.
But we are so distracted by concern about Mexicans coming over the border to pick our fruit and clean our houses that we are failing to notice thousands of non-citizens buying up land and homes in the US, taking advantage of a weak dollar and an ailing economy.
While working Southern Californians like me can never hope to own a home here, wealthy investors from foreign nations are snapping up (even over-priced) property with ease, making the American dream even more distant for regular American families like ours.
At the same time, we allow investment firms operated by Arab nations to "save" our nation's banks and corporations, assuming the benefit of propping our tumbling stocks will outweigh the long-term impact. Our government continues to borrow money from some of these same nations, even those with vast idealogical differences, to support our spending habits. The years ahead will show how short-sighted this is.
THIS PROBLEM WILL HAVE MUCH MORE LONG-TERM IMPACT on Americans' lives than illegal immigration of low-skilled and migrant workers doing our unpleasant work. This needs urgent attention. If Americans were aware of the extent and the pace of this investment, they would be alarmed, whether they leaned left or right. Action needs to be taken to protect our ability to have our own home, and not just rent our American homes from foreign and immigrant landlords, however nice they may be.
As a candidate, as a senator, and if you win the White House, please protect American land for American citizens and start now to set strict limits on the purchase of American property by non citizens. Please don’t wait until after the election, but help make this a needed part of the election discussion.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
More Required Reading
This week I was full of good intentions, got sick, did not do much of anything, and have about that much to show for it. The Suburban Harvest website is still close but not done, although I did line up Food Bank centers who are really excited about the project, as fresh produce is hard to come by. I really need to get that on line this week.
Noah made me laugh today because he kept saying goodbye to his church friends by saying, "Goodbye, alligator." Doesn't quite get the catchy rhyme requirement.
So, you are hereby strong-armed into to joining me on my new parenting blog. I recognize that those of you who know me will find the fact I'm writing a parenting blog either ironic, frightening or hilarious. But that is why it is a fun blog to visit. There are plenty of expert sites out there telling you how to parent, but not so many that make you feel like a better parent just by reading.
I'm also taking submissions for entries--anything real, unassuming, amusing and maybe even mildly humiliating, that includes one practical idea that has proven successful on at least one occasion (even if it is likely to never happen again). I'm shamelessly asking you to visit the site, comment on the site, and most of all, tell everyone you know about the site.
I'm doing this for the following reasons:
1. I think sharing real parenting experiences is sometimes more helpful than reading expert advice.
2. I find it healthy (or at least cathartic) to air my dirty laundry in a semi-anonymous setting
3. Maybe someone out there will take comfort in my effort to not hide how crazy it is at my place and realize they’re not alone.
4. I like writing, but I like the comments and feedback--it's no fun to talk to myself (although I do).
5. If I get hits it will say, "Hey, Three Rivers Press, people read this person's stuff so publish her book already." Then I can check that one off, and learn to fly a helicopter, play the cello, knit, speak Spanish, lumber through a sprint triathalon, and then I'll be free to die.
I’m hoping to now cash in all my good Karma from never sending spam and never asking people to forward anything to anyone. Forward this with your favorable comments to your whole address book and I am sure something fabulous will happen to you sometime in the next 5-10 years.
Come, visit, make comments, send submissions. Happy, sane parenting!
http://mamamelodrama.blogspot.com/
Noah made me laugh today because he kept saying goodbye to his church friends by saying, "Goodbye, alligator." Doesn't quite get the catchy rhyme requirement.
So, you are hereby strong-armed into to joining me on my new parenting blog. I recognize that those of you who know me will find the fact I'm writing a parenting blog either ironic, frightening or hilarious. But that is why it is a fun blog to visit. There are plenty of expert sites out there telling you how to parent, but not so many that make you feel like a better parent just by reading.
I'm also taking submissions for entries--anything real, unassuming, amusing and maybe even mildly humiliating, that includes one practical idea that has proven successful on at least one occasion (even if it is likely to never happen again). I'm shamelessly asking you to visit the site, comment on the site, and most of all, tell everyone you know about the site.
I'm doing this for the following reasons:
1. I think sharing real parenting experiences is sometimes more helpful than reading expert advice.
2. I find it healthy (or at least cathartic) to air my dirty laundry in a semi-anonymous setting
3. Maybe someone out there will take comfort in my effort to not hide how crazy it is at my place and realize they’re not alone.
4. I like writing, but I like the comments and feedback--it's no fun to talk to myself (although I do).
5. If I get hits it will say, "Hey, Three Rivers Press, people read this person's stuff so publish her book already." Then I can check that one off, and learn to fly a helicopter, play the cello, knit, speak Spanish, lumber through a sprint triathalon, and then I'll be free to die.
I’m hoping to now cash in all my good Karma from never sending spam and never asking people to forward anything to anyone. Forward this with your favorable comments to your whole address book and I am sure something fabulous will happen to you sometime in the next 5-10 years.
Come, visit, make comments, send submissions. Happy, sane parenting!
http://mamamelodrama.blogspot.com/
Sunday, January 6, 2008
A Fresh Start
Happy New Year! Do you like my new pic on the blog? This year that little trist will have taken place 20 YEARS AGO. Craziness!
I am not looking forward to getting back into the school routine, the laziness has been very nice.
David worked hard on the scout fundraiser all day on Jan 1 & 2, raking in piles of dough to support his program, but stretching out the illness he had before that due to many hours of exertion outside, so he's all cuddled up in jammies today doing crosswords.
Lucy is a little firecracker--since she is underweight and has problems with dairy and soy, she is nursed whenever she wants. Because when she cries hard she starts to have lung issues and wheeze, she is sometimes placated regardless of whether or not it is the best idea. She wakes up at night, wants to nurse and sleep with me all the time, is still easily toted in an infant carseat and still sleeps in a boppy in her crib (for that three hours a day she will stay in her crib--2 napping and 1 at night). Somehow through all of this she has come to feel that she should have whatever she wants whenever she wants. I'm trying to explain to her that she is 19 months old, not 6 months old. Her church behavior today was, I feel, a preview to many sabbath wrestling matches to come.
Noah has been a little bored over the holidays sometimes and has watched too much TV. Potty training is not going so well again, and I thought we'd turned a corner. He sleeps great, I'll give him that. And he's hilarious and sweet and adorable. I need to write down the things he says more often, he gets me laughing almost every day.
Sophie has really enjoyed being home, it has been so nice having her around. She wrote a fully illustrated book about Santa Claus yesterday that was just wonderful, with creative pictures and spelling. She's just a joy.
I am embarrassed to say that all I do in my spare time right now is blog. I'd forgotten how much I love writing. Where am I blogging? You might ask? I'm blogging a tiny bit on suburbanharvest.blogspot.com and two other sites that aren't yet open to the public, but will be soon. I'll tell you about those more next week, when one will be ready and I'll shamelessly ask you to send it to everyone you know. Although I'm very entertained by and learn a lot from several blogs, there is something so egotistical and voyeuristic about blogging. Still, for writing addicts like myself, the ability to self-publish is dangerous. I'm posting like crazy, loving it, and don't even have public sites. Silly, silly Valerie.
Benjamin has had some great time hanging out with his dad, he really thrives on that and is starting to turn a corner in his development where he wants less to romp and play as to be with his dad. For instance, on the 31st, I decided to take the kids to the zoo while David did fundraising prep. Ben chose errands with dad. Here are some zoo pics:
Sophie (with conspicuously missing teeth) and a lion, who had just roared! I never thought I'd hear a lion roar in the zoo! It was loud and intense and amazing. Noah was a little freaked out.
Here is a koala. They were all out and easy to see. I'd been to the zoo a lot but never had seen the koalas well. The ones I took of koalas and my kids were blurry, so here's just a plain one.
A parent and baby giraffe!
Noah attacking a hippo on the zoo playground.
Sophie being a monkey, as she is wont to do.
Eli and Noah both used this phone booth as a fancy VIP Seat for the parade. This is me, Sophie, Noah and our friends Thomas and Kath Chamberlain. The Chamberlains crammed with us in our van to drive over and we had a grand time.
I am not looking forward to getting back into the school routine, the laziness has been very nice.
David worked hard on the scout fundraiser all day on Jan 1 & 2, raking in piles of dough to support his program, but stretching out the illness he had before that due to many hours of exertion outside, so he's all cuddled up in jammies today doing crosswords.
Lucy is a little firecracker--since she is underweight and has problems with dairy and soy, she is nursed whenever she wants. Because when she cries hard she starts to have lung issues and wheeze, she is sometimes placated regardless of whether or not it is the best idea. She wakes up at night, wants to nurse and sleep with me all the time, is still easily toted in an infant carseat and still sleeps in a boppy in her crib (for that three hours a day she will stay in her crib--2 napping and 1 at night). Somehow through all of this she has come to feel that she should have whatever she wants whenever she wants. I'm trying to explain to her that she is 19 months old, not 6 months old. Her church behavior today was, I feel, a preview to many sabbath wrestling matches to come.
Noah has been a little bored over the holidays sometimes and has watched too much TV. Potty training is not going so well again, and I thought we'd turned a corner. He sleeps great, I'll give him that. And he's hilarious and sweet and adorable. I need to write down the things he says more often, he gets me laughing almost every day.
Sophie has really enjoyed being home, it has been so nice having her around. She wrote a fully illustrated book about Santa Claus yesterday that was just wonderful, with creative pictures and spelling. She's just a joy.
I am embarrassed to say that all I do in my spare time right now is blog. I'd forgotten how much I love writing. Where am I blogging? You might ask? I'm blogging a tiny bit on suburbanharvest.blogspot.com and two other sites that aren't yet open to the public, but will be soon. I'll tell you about those more next week, when one will be ready and I'll shamelessly ask you to send it to everyone you know. Although I'm very entertained by and learn a lot from several blogs, there is something so egotistical and voyeuristic about blogging. Still, for writing addicts like myself, the ability to self-publish is dangerous. I'm posting like crazy, loving it, and don't even have public sites. Silly, silly Valerie.
Benjamin has had some great time hanging out with his dad, he really thrives on that and is starting to turn a corner in his development where he wants less to romp and play as to be with his dad. For instance, on the 31st, I decided to take the kids to the zoo while David did fundraising prep. Ben chose errands with dad. Here are some zoo pics:
Sophie (with conspicuously missing teeth) and a lion, who had just roared! I never thought I'd hear a lion roar in the zoo! It was loud and intense and amazing. Noah was a little freaked out.
Here is a koala. They were all out and easy to see. I'd been to the zoo a lot but never had seen the koalas well. The ones I took of koalas and my kids were blurry, so here's just a plain one.
A parent and baby giraffe!
Noah attacking a hippo on the zoo playground.
Sophie being a monkey, as she is wont to do.Now for the major event of the week, the big fat Rose Bowl Parade! Tuesday we popped up and went over to our friends the Hunter's who live by where we used to on the parade route--they saved a space for us. I was going to put some float pictures in here, but theirs are better and she has a good description of the excitement, so pop on over there for the parade pics, then come back and see my people pics.
Ready? Ok:
Eli and Noah both used this phone booth as a fancy VIP Seat for the parade. This is me, Sophie, Noah and our friends Thomas and Kath Chamberlain. The Chamberlains crammed with us in our van to drive over and we had a grand time.
Me and Lucy, both covered in cookie goo from Lucy's 10-minute cookie-eating project.
Sophie and Ella, having wiggled their way into a front spot between all the people who stayed overnight.
Ben and Addy Hunter. Sad story, really. Years ago Ben settled on her for his eternal mate, but Addy has other plans.
Emeril Lagasse! Charisma, cooking skills, complicated recipies. Reminds me a bit of a gangster. But I was excitedly compelled to take a picture, so all my aloof coolness is betrayed to reveal I do get excited about the occassional celebrity--if they are related to food.
I'm reading some great books, I'll tell you all about them on my other blogs later. Wishing you all a very happy new year!
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Christmas
We had a truly wonderful Christmas, quiet, cozy and happy.
Decorating cookies on Christmas Eve
Lucy's version of "decorating"
The layout before kids got to it
Lucy and the new chair she was very excited about (but it was from the dollar store, so it broke before the day was out).
David loves Christmas! (Temporarily Unclassified Information)We got some wonderfully generous and unexpected gifts at the last minute from a Secret Santa, and should that person be a reader of my blog, I wish to thank them deeply for their kindness. There was a loud, quick banging on our door around 9ish Christmas eve that startled us a great deal, and once we figured out what was going on and we brought in the box, I was at first confused, because I thought we'd put together a respectable Christmas layout this year and wondered why we'd been chosen. But then we both read the note, which was clearly from a ward member and was so sweet and loving. We both felt so touched as we realized that it was not a gift of charity so much as one of heartfelt love and appreciation. It must have been the season, because we were both a little weepy over it. I'm sure I've overstepped my wifely confidentiality agreement by sharing that fact with you.
Looking over the past year, I am happy to say that I actually met some of my goals for this year, which generally just doesn't happen. This was the year I really started my family history because of the Stake and Ward goals, and I was able to submit around 60 names for temple work. I finished this fun family tree for my in-laws with eight solid generations from my children:
We gave it to them framed, with poster copies for David's brothers and sister. I felt really happy that I actually did what I set out to do. It's pretty pathetic that keeping a promise to myself is so rare, but it is what it is.
It's motivated me to timidly make more promises to myself for the coming year. I definitely want to continue the family history hour on Sundays, especially with the new fancy consolidated program coming out next month.
But, as for adding new things, the primary one is to build structure in my own life and in my home, because with that structure comes comfort and all of the other things we need to be doing, like exercise, diet (food planning), etc. I find that if just have the discipline to make and keep a dedicated time for something that needs doing, it just happens (like this family journal), and I don't have to fret and worry about it. I'm trying to do that with more things, like family and individual scripture study and prayer. We've done a lot better with FHE this year but still have room for improvement.
So, in addition to structure I'm going to try to learn to be softspoken. There I've said it, it's out there. May the force be with me.
My concrete goal for this year to see if we can't try out a volunteer program Ben thought up. You can find out all about it on our progress blog:
http://suburbanharvest.blogspot.com/
The website is almost ready to go up, just waiting until we want to spend the money for hosting.
I'm excited about it because I think it will help Ben understand better how to organize his plans and ideas and manage a project (since he's so convinced he'll be a self-employed inventor like his Grandpa Wise and I'd like to help him succeed where Gpa did not do so well). It also really touches on things I care about and I believe it provides a needed service. We'll have to see how it goes.
I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas!
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Christmas is coming, and it's not The Goose who's getting fat!
By which I mean, of course, "The Goose," which is my husband's only term for our youngest child (I persist in calling her Lucia [Italian-style] since David rejected that name, but I assume since he has gone so off track with her nickname I can call her whatever I want). The Goose refuses to grow still and is simply burning more calories than ever zipping about the house. As for me, I'm actually skipping regular meals now to make up for chocolate eating--I'm hoping the calories will even out. Yay, Christmas!
It's been a nice, relaxed week. I've just lowered my expectations of myself, and, lo and behold, I'm a much more accomplished person!
Ben is anxiously awaiting a bike from Santa, Sophie asked for a "Puppy grows and knows your name." We've been planning menus and shopping a bit, but have succeeded in having a more modest Christmas overall that is heavy on the Christmas Spirit. Forgive me if I've mentioned this already, but David made me an MP3 CD containing every song from every Christmas CD we own, and it plays on our DVD player--that does much to spread the cheer. He is so useful! I forsee his obituary: "He was a very Useful man."
Ben and Sophie are happy to be done with school for the year. However, now, Sophie is totally sick. She planned on going to the zoo with her best friend Sydney on Saturday, but acted weird in the morning, crying over everything and saying she had a headache. She put herself to bed for a nap at 10 a.m.--very weird. Then she acted all fine, so I proceeded to tell them to pick her up, but while they were on their way over, she commenced throwing up. She has had weird sleeping patterns the past few nights, also. I stayed home with her during church today and her fever got up to 102.5. She's also had a mild cough--random set of symptoms. She has enjoyed all the snuggling and coddling immensely. I might be fostering a future hypochondriac.
Noah needs a 3-year-old-sized hamster wheel. I checked Freecycle, but no go.
I had the greatest night last night, when my friend took me to "Joyful Foot Massage" for their $15 Reflexogy foot special. It was a 60 full minutes! It started with a full neck-to-hip massage (clothed) by some super-strong reflexology genius named Tom while I soaked my feet in hot herbal tea in a darkened room with soft music and animated photographs of waterfalls on the walls. Then I put my feet up in a recliner while Tom kneaded my shoulders, neck and face into rubbery oblivion. Then, we got to the feet part ("foot" apparently includes everything below the knee), which was probably wonderful also but I fell asleep for most of that. I left there a different woman.
I decided that I will give up every treat and non-necessary expense for the rest of my life to go back there on a regular basis. Reflexology is amazing.
Then late last night I started worrying about Tom, and wondering if my $5 tip was all he got out of the deal, and knowing he didn't speak English so I couldn't ask him. I assumed that he was probably illegal, as he is a clearly very talented 40ish man but couldn't possibly be making much even if they did supplement the tip. So, now I still want to go back, but when we're in the money I want to get the $150 for 11 visits so each visit is just over $13, then I will only go when I have at least $10 for Tom's tip. Darn the wonderfully effective Story of Stuff for breaking down my happily compartmentalized consumerism.
So, I guess it is really $25. Email me if you want me to take you some Tues or Thurs night. It. Is. Amazing.
Merry Christmas & Joy to the World!
It's been a nice, relaxed week. I've just lowered my expectations of myself, and, lo and behold, I'm a much more accomplished person!
Ben is anxiously awaiting a bike from Santa, Sophie asked for a "Puppy grows and knows your name." We've been planning menus and shopping a bit, but have succeeded in having a more modest Christmas overall that is heavy on the Christmas Spirit. Forgive me if I've mentioned this already, but David made me an MP3 CD containing every song from every Christmas CD we own, and it plays on our DVD player--that does much to spread the cheer. He is so useful! I forsee his obituary: "He was a very Useful man."
Ben and Sophie are happy to be done with school for the year. However, now, Sophie is totally sick. She planned on going to the zoo with her best friend Sydney on Saturday, but acted weird in the morning, crying over everything and saying she had a headache. She put herself to bed for a nap at 10 a.m.--very weird. Then she acted all fine, so I proceeded to tell them to pick her up, but while they were on their way over, she commenced throwing up. She has had weird sleeping patterns the past few nights, also. I stayed home with her during church today and her fever got up to 102.5. She's also had a mild cough--random set of symptoms. She has enjoyed all the snuggling and coddling immensely. I might be fostering a future hypochondriac.
Noah needs a 3-year-old-sized hamster wheel. I checked Freecycle, but no go.
I had the greatest night last night, when my friend took me to "Joyful Foot Massage" for their $15 Reflexogy foot special. It was a 60 full minutes! It started with a full neck-to-hip massage (clothed) by some super-strong reflexology genius named Tom while I soaked my feet in hot herbal tea in a darkened room with soft music and animated photographs of waterfalls on the walls. Then I put my feet up in a recliner while Tom kneaded my shoulders, neck and face into rubbery oblivion. Then, we got to the feet part ("foot" apparently includes everything below the knee), which was probably wonderful also but I fell asleep for most of that. I left there a different woman.
I decided that I will give up every treat and non-necessary expense for the rest of my life to go back there on a regular basis. Reflexology is amazing.
Then late last night I started worrying about Tom, and wondering if my $5 tip was all he got out of the deal, and knowing he didn't speak English so I couldn't ask him. I assumed that he was probably illegal, as he is a clearly very talented 40ish man but couldn't possibly be making much even if they did supplement the tip. So, now I still want to go back, but when we're in the money I want to get the $150 for 11 visits so each visit is just over $13, then I will only go when I have at least $10 for Tom's tip. Darn the wonderfully effective Story of Stuff for breaking down my happily compartmentalized consumerism.
So, I guess it is really $25. Email me if you want me to take you some Tues or Thurs night. It. Is. Amazing.
Merry Christmas & Joy to the World!
Sunday, December 16, 2007
The Cure for the Limbo Blues: Love, Music and Revelation
Today we had our Christmas program. Our ward has a lot of holiday travel, so we do it early each December. It was a truly wonderful thing, which wasn't necessarily unexpected, but in the past several weeks I was too much in a grumpy cloud for it to reach me.
Still, I went through the motions of all the practices. In each practice I dreaded one particular song. It starts out from the view of a shepherd who sees the star, hears the angels and witnesses the Christ child while he was still a boy. In a later verse the Shepherd says,
Now, I've been having a hard time not seeing my path as clearly as I'd like. I've been really even questioning if there was a plan for us some days. As a result, I had the annoying and inappropriate habit of always falling apart into complete despair exactly at time we sang, "Do not despair, your star is still there." On one occassion I had to excuse myself to the women's room to commence a big baby breakdown: "I don't see the star!"
As mentioned before, I'm guilty of thinking that just because I don't know or understand the plan for my life, that there isn't one.
On Wednesday I was at the church practicing for a small group number to start off the program. The Bishop was there and, in a pathetically resigned, "what-the-heck" way, I decided to ask him for a blessing, which he willingly did. It was remarkable how different I felt afterward. Basically I was reminded there was a plan, and received a great deal of understanding of why things are going the way they are. Not a lot of understanding of where they were going, but some direction at least. But beyond the words, I just left feeling fine about the state of things for the first time in a long time, even though they seem so uncertain still.
Just to know there was a plan, I could be okay not knowing really what it was.
So I spent the remainder of the week practicing Christmas songs, doing our mom's group Christmas music class, enjoying the group cookie exchange and giving away cookie plates to my VTees, visiting with friends, motherly nursing a bad case of poison oak on Ben, reading with Sophie, laughing at and with Noah, making Lucy giggle with kisses and generally feeling pretty good. And nothing really changed in my life, just a reminder that I'm on the Lord's radar. God's love is powerful stuff.
I have a lot of friends in limbo right now--financial, employment, relationship and fertility issues. One sweet friend of mine in a housing/financial limbo gave me this article, and if you are in any kind of limbo right now, I highly recommend it:
Our Unexpected Journey Toward the Promised Land
So I sat down in church today and thought for the first time that hey, all this practice has been for a Christmas program, maybe this would be a good time to get the Spirit of Christmas. In the meeting, President Bradford shared a quote that I instantly adopted as my life creed, a quote from President David O. McKay,
And as we sang and I listened to the narrative, I really felt wonderful. And because of this little reminder of the Lord's love this week, given through revelation, in a week filled with music, I was able to sing "Do not despair, your star is still there." --and really believe it.
Still, I went through the motions of all the practices. In each practice I dreaded one particular song. It starts out from the view of a shepherd who sees the star, hears the angels and witnesses the Christ child while he was still a boy. In a later verse the Shepherd says,
But life goes on, years beyond one brief night of my youth.
Time clouds my vision of truth.
And though I stumble, and fall,
I can hear someone call,
"Do not despair,
Your star is still there."
Now, I've been having a hard time not seeing my path as clearly as I'd like. I've been really even questioning if there was a plan for us some days. As a result, I had the annoying and inappropriate habit of always falling apart into complete despair exactly at time we sang, "Do not despair, your star is still there." On one occassion I had to excuse myself to the women's room to commence a big baby breakdown: "I don't see the star!"
As mentioned before, I'm guilty of thinking that just because I don't know or understand the plan for my life, that there isn't one.
On Wednesday I was at the church practicing for a small group number to start off the program. The Bishop was there and, in a pathetically resigned, "what-the-heck" way, I decided to ask him for a blessing, which he willingly did. It was remarkable how different I felt afterward. Basically I was reminded there was a plan, and received a great deal of understanding of why things are going the way they are. Not a lot of understanding of where they were going, but some direction at least. But beyond the words, I just left feeling fine about the state of things for the first time in a long time, even though they seem so uncertain still.
Just to know there was a plan, I could be okay not knowing really what it was.
So I spent the remainder of the week practicing Christmas songs, doing our mom's group Christmas music class, enjoying the group cookie exchange and giving away cookie plates to my VTees, visiting with friends, motherly nursing a bad case of poison oak on Ben, reading with Sophie, laughing at and with Noah, making Lucy giggle with kisses and generally feeling pretty good. And nothing really changed in my life, just a reminder that I'm on the Lord's radar. God's love is powerful stuff.
I have a lot of friends in limbo right now--financial, employment, relationship and fertility issues. One sweet friend of mine in a housing/financial limbo gave me this article, and if you are in any kind of limbo right now, I highly recommend it:
Our Unexpected Journey Toward the Promised Land
So I sat down in church today and thought for the first time that hey, all this practice has been for a Christmas program, maybe this would be a good time to get the Spirit of Christmas. In the meeting, President Bradford shared a quote that I instantly adopted as my life creed, a quote from President David O. McKay,
"Man's basic needs are love, music and revelation."
And as we sang and I listened to the narrative, I really felt wonderful. And because of this little reminder of the Lord's love this week, given through revelation, in a week filled with music, I was able to sing "Do not despair, your star is still there." --and really believe it.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Something to do instead of read a post from me
You may have noticed that I am late in posting and that I'm playing around with my blog skin. I did that yesterday in place of actually posting, then realized I had to go practice for the Christmas choir program and had used up all my time doing non important things relating to blog skins, meanwhile pretending it was Sabbath-worthy since it relates (ever-so-indirectly) to family history and my family journal.
Last week was ok, somewhat lame, but also we had a wonderful time at the Huntington Gardens on Thursday--an overcast, cool, green day. I'll post pics later in the week.
Our family is just in a funk, I guess. Lame, unblog-worthy issues, mainly. Not for public consumption. Although, I said something to Ben today as we were driving somewhere, and as it came out of my mouth, I wondered if it was a divine message to myself (through myself). Ben was complaining that we were going the wrong way because I was taking a different route he was unfamiliar with. I grumpily said to him:
"Just because you don't know where you're going does not mean you aren't going the right way."
I hope that's true.
So, instead of reading about the details of my week, watch this short video instead, and have your kids watch it (8+ probably). It's a helpful remedy for the holiday gimmee-gimees, and goes along with my previous post on consumption (thanks Cousin Lisa for the link!)
http://www.storyofstuff.com/
The fashion stuff and "planned obsolesence" segment is particularly interesting. It really leaves you not wanting to be a sucker.
My friend from the Netherlands is very surprised that sustainability and concern for the environment is a politicized issue in the US. She said that in Europe, taking care of the environment was a given as necessary thing and not appropriated by one political party. Well, I guess that's one blessing of being an avowed Independent!
Valerie
Last week was ok, somewhat lame, but also we had a wonderful time at the Huntington Gardens on Thursday--an overcast, cool, green day. I'll post pics later in the week.
Our family is just in a funk, I guess. Lame, unblog-worthy issues, mainly. Not for public consumption. Although, I said something to Ben today as we were driving somewhere, and as it came out of my mouth, I wondered if it was a divine message to myself (through myself). Ben was complaining that we were going the wrong way because I was taking a different route he was unfamiliar with. I grumpily said to him:
"Just because you don't know where you're going does not mean you aren't going the right way."
I hope that's true.
So, instead of reading about the details of my week, watch this short video instead, and have your kids watch it (8+ probably). It's a helpful remedy for the holiday gimmee-gimees, and goes along with my previous post on consumption (thanks Cousin Lisa for the link!)
http://www.storyofstuff.com/
The fashion stuff and "planned obsolesence" segment is particularly interesting. It really leaves you not wanting to be a sucker.
My friend from the Netherlands is very surprised that sustainability and concern for the environment is a politicized issue in the US. She said that in Europe, taking care of the environment was a given as necessary thing and not appropriated by one political party. Well, I guess that's one blessing of being an avowed Independent!
Valerie
Sunday, December 2, 2007
The Week in Review
Very tired this week, staying up too late pursuing my own interests. The one time I can use for such luxuries is the time I normally spend sleeping.
Rather uneventful week. David was working in NorCal Wed and Thurs, my mom got into town Wednesday, we went to Griffith Observatory again Wednesday (always amazing) and then to the Noah's ark exhibit at the Skirball for the Thursday Free day (advanced tickets required even for Free Thursdays, I highly recommend this place!)
The Skirball also had a new exhibit outside the children's place showing grains of rice representing people in various categories. Just a pile of rice on a paper with a label, and then another one. I want to come up with vivid, literary imagery to explain to you how interesting it was and how it made me feel, but my sleep-deprived fog is finding that part of my brain inaccessible. Instead, some plagiarism:
It was indeed amusing, surprising and depressing all at the same time. I was most depressed by the enormous pile of people who watched the 2006 finale of American Idol. Not because I have any personal beef with that show, but it just seemed to say something about something else. Not sure what those somethings were, though.
Sunday was busy with church, ward choir, a small vocal group rehearsal for Enrichment, Stake Choir rehearsal, then the Christmas Devotional concert. I wish I sang so much more often, but my voice isn't used to it and I'm out of practice. I can't wait until I can go back and study music more and get some real skills!
Kids are doing great -- loud and chaotic -- cute and wonderful...
Rather uneventful week. David was working in NorCal Wed and Thurs, my mom got into town Wednesday, we went to Griffith Observatory again Wednesday (always amazing) and then to the Noah's ark exhibit at the Skirball for the Thursday Free day (advanced tickets required even for Free Thursdays, I highly recommend this place!)
The Skirball also had a new exhibit outside the children's place showing grains of rice representing people in various categories. Just a pile of rice on a paper with a label, and then another one. I want to come up with vivid, literary imagery to explain to you how interesting it was and how it made me feel, but my sleep-deprived fog is finding that part of my brain inaccessible. Instead, some plagiarism:
Now in a month-long engagement, Of All the People in All the World will feature more than fifteen tons of rice-900 million grains total-equaling the population of the Americas-organized to bring local, national, and global statistics to life. Artists from the innovative British theater company Stan's Cafe will carefully weigh and pile the staple food to quantify a variety of facts, from the serious and sobering to the lighthearted. Each grain of rice represents one individual. From the few women ever elected to the U.S. Senate to the multitudes who eat at McDonald's daily to the Southland residents who walk to work, the statistics portrayed will create an evolving landscape of rice, as the artists dismantle old piles and measure out new ones, often in response to the artists' interactions with visitors.Shocking, playful, dismal, and hopeful in turn, Of All the People in All the World will inspire viewers to celebrate how everyone counts in our ever-expanding global society. (From http://www.skirball.org/)
It was indeed amusing, surprising and depressing all at the same time. I was most depressed by the enormous pile of people who watched the 2006 finale of American Idol. Not because I have any personal beef with that show, but it just seemed to say something about something else. Not sure what those somethings were, though.
Friday we started Christmas music class, which was fun, and I just loved the long-missed rain we got that day. We also went to Souplantation with my sweet Doris.
That day, Doris got me going with a wild hair to write another website, so I obsessed on it until 1 am both Friday and Saturday while Mom and David watched Lord of the Rings I and II. I'll debut it when it's ready--I love a project!
Sunday was busy with church, ward choir, a small vocal group rehearsal for Enrichment, Stake Choir rehearsal, then the Christmas Devotional concert. I wish I sang so much more often, but my voice isn't used to it and I'm out of practice. I can't wait until I can go back and study music more and get some real skills!
Rereading this I realized I said this was a rather uneventful week, but in hindsight, apparently not.
Kids are doing great -- loud and chaotic -- cute and wonderful...
...In this post do I sound like I am rambling as I drift off to sleep? It feels like that to me.
G'night.
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