Wednesday, July 26, 2006
My phone has been dead for 3 days.
On one hand it has been really nice not to have the phone ringing.
On the other hand, it is a huge nuisance to not have the access to the phone when you need it.
The Qwest guy came and did the troubleshooting today.
Our cordless phone base has been fried by lightning.
It will be thrown away and I will use a corded phone for a while.
As much as that stinks, (it won't work for long), I'm glad to have my phone service back.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
There they are, all 6 of them.
Did you know I wasn't supposed to be able to have children?
What does medical science know anyway?
When I had been married for about 8 months, I had a miscarriage. I was about 12 weeks along, and I ended up in the ER, bleeding A LOT. At that point I was diagnosed with endometreosis, "the worst case I have ever seen", my doctor said. Two weeks later, I had a laporotomy (serious surgery similar to a c-section sans slicing the uterus open), and then started on Lupron, a hormone (should that be AN hormone?) that stops your body from producing hormones and allows you to experience menopause (because it really does stop your cycle and creates the same issues menopausal women go through!). When I had taken Lupron for 3 months, and waited for 3 months for it to clear my system, my doctor said, "IF you EVER do get pregnant, have your children quickly and close together". (he he...like we needed permission to try!)
That was in 1994.
Bug was born in 1995.
Miss M in 1997.
Angel Face in 1999.
Tiny in 2000.
Lucy in 2002.
Bam-bam in 2005.
I think we listened to my doctor! I know that this isn't the "normal" outcome for a woman who has faced infertility, but I remember the devastation of being told I would never have kids. I am so grateful for these 6 miracles in my life.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Clay Aiken, (of American Idol Season 2 fame), is an amazing vocalist as well as being an inspiring person. He is a UNICEF ambassador for education, a former teacher for children with special needs, and a man who would not bend his will for all the "people that be" within the music industry.
I am not a real fan of many singers. I like various different musicians, and styles of music, but honestly, Clay is the only one that I REALLY like...so if you haven't had a chance to listen, preview a couple of his songs.. , and plan on picking up this new CD...you won't regret it!
(I read the following today):
Today, we received confirmation from Clay's album Executive Producer, Jaymes Foster-Levy:
The sophomore album will be called
A Thousand Different Ways.
Other developments today:
- Foster-Levy said she was impressed with Clay's 'instinct' and 'talent' and that Clay has choosen some 'amazing' songs that will 'showcase his talent'. She reassured us that the album will be "worth the wait."
- Joining the likes of FYE, Media Play and Barnes & Noble, Variety magazine reports that Clay's album is due out September 19 -- "But before the pre-Thanksgiving rush of tyro Idols, there will be an onslaught of releases from "AI" vets. Clay Aiken's third album is due Sept. 19, Ruben Studdard's third CD bows Sept. 26 and Fantasia's soph effort is due Oct. 17."
- A formal RCA Records announcement is expected by the end of the month.
Monday, July 17, 2006
Today, I entered a writing contest.
The last time I did that, I was in high school.
The topic was "some aspect of life in Southwest New Mexico."
(Note: New Mexico's motto is "The Land of Enchantment").
Here is my entry:
It’s not the residence,
Or the physical trappings surrounding me,
It’s found in sincere smiles,
In warm embraces,
In simple sincerity,
In open hearts.
It’s in star-studded skies above,
In juniper and pine after the rain.
In summer monsoons and
In winter snow.
the feeling that this is home,
The home of my heart.
The land of enchantment.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Our Potato-Crop Prayer
Edward C. John, “Our Potato-Crop Prayer,” Ensign, Oct. 1989, 40
Those potatoes changed everything. Early in the spring of 1947, my dad took a week off from his job in the coal mines so he could plant the crops on our small farm in southwestern Colorado. Generally we planted only enough potatoes to get us through the year and used the rest of the ground to raise vegetables for our family—consisting of Dad, Mom, two brothers, and a sister at home—and feed for the cows, pigs, and chickens. Our land was plowed and ready to plant when the missionaries stopped at our house for their weekly meal and visit. Seeing our family, even though we were only partially active in the Church, boosted their spirits as well as ours.
When Dad mentioned his plan to plant the potatoes, the missionaries were eager to help. Dad was nervous about nonfarm men helping, but they were persistent, and he finally agreed. The next morning, the elders arrived just as we kids were getting ready for school. We listened as Dad explained to them how to prepare the seed potatoes for planting. “It’s easy. This is the eye of the potato,” he said, pointing to a small, round bump. “Cut each potato into small pieces and make sure there is at least one eye in each piece. Understand?”
“Oh, yes,” the missionaries replied, and they enthusiastically started working.
Dad left to borrow a team of horses and a potato planter, and we went off to school.
At noon, we arrived home for lunch just in time to view the disaster—the expensive seed potatoes had been ruined! The elders, unaware that each eye needed some of the fleshy part of the potato to nourish its growth, had decided that they would help us by leaving less potato around the eye and more potato for our family to eat. So instead of cutting each potato into seedling cubes with an eye in each cube, they had peeled each potato into very thin circles with an eye in each circle. The rest of the potato was put into a tub so it could be cooked and fed to the family.
Dad was furious when he returned home and saw what had happened. But he did not want to offend the elders, so he dipped the peelings into a solution that protected them from disease and loaded them into the planter. The missionaries, feeling guilty for the serious mistake they had made, waited to help with the planting.
Just before we kids returned to school, we watched our dad drive the potato planter into the field with the elders perched on the back. I knew it would be their job to make sure that only one seedling dropped into the ground at a time. This would be a difficult and time-consuming job, since the planter was designed for a potato cube and not a thin peeling.
The planting was nearly done when we came home from school. Unfortunately, because each peeling had only one eye, not the usual four or five, the potatoes had taken up nearly all of the plowed ground. Where would we plant the corn and wheat we needed for stock feed? Seeing our consternation, one of the missionaries said, “Brother John, may we offer a blessing on your potato crop?”
Dad shrugged his shoulders and said yes. I can still remember the promises of an abundant harvest and great blessings that the missionary pronounced upon our fields. Dad thanked the elders for helping him and invited them inside to share our supper of fried potatoes. After dinner, Mom bottled the remaining seed potato cores for us to eat later, and Dad left to take the horses back.
Dad was discouraged as he returned to his job at the coal mine. He was sure we would have no crops that year. But to our surprise, all the potato plants came up! Our family was flabbergasted, and the elders were elated.
A short time later, the elders were transferred and never knew the outcome of our potato crop. On the Fourth of July, Mom needed something to cook for supper, so I dug the first hill. We were shocked—the potatoes were nearly full-size! Mom said that if the rest of the hills were like this one, we would be able to sell some of them. As we continued to dig up the potatoes, we found about ten pounds per hill! When our neighbors and the general stores found out about our early crop, they bought our potatoes all through July, August, and September. It hardly made a dent in our supply. Not only that, but the potatoes’ taste and quality were superior.
At harvesttime, we dug the rest. What potatoes! Some weighed five pounds each, and none of them were hollow or pithy. I remember one that was eleven inches long and four inches in diameter. We harvested five times the normal amount per acre, and since we had planted five acres instead of the planned one acre, our harvest was twenty-five times what we had originally planned. Word got out, and we sold all of our harvest. Dad had lost his job, but the proceeds from our potato patch paid for school clothes and supplies, feed for the cows and chickens, and our food and fuel the following winter.
But the greatest blessing was to our spirits. To us, those potatoes were a miracle, a testimony that God hears and answers the prayers of his servants. Our family’s faith grew, and we became much more active in the Church. (pulished in Ensign, October 1989, Mormon Journal)Thanks, Dad John for sharing this story with all of us, and more importantly, for letting it change your life!
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Wanna know something? I was WRONG! P took a look at the clanker and pronounced the bearings had gone out on the brush. So, I called Dave at Vacuum Cleaner Specialists (VCS) and asked if there was a repair that could be done. While the answer to a repair was "No", the option was given to REPLACE the brush was given, and I jumped at that offer. I ordered Tuesday, the brush was in yesterday, and today, I put that new brush into the vacuum. Guess what? IT WORKS BETTER THAN EVER! (well, maybe not ever, but better than lately!) And....it was only $30 to replace! Way better than buying a new vacuum! So, Dave is still on my good list, he didn't really sabotage my vacuum...and he provided a way cheap option for optimum productivity. P, utimately and finally, is my hero. I'm glad he's my honey, and that he knows a bearing problem when he hears it.
In your car?
When you think you are alone?
'Cause everybody does it...even if they say they don't.
It really helps if you blow your nose every morning, and blowing it really does a pretty effective job most of the time. But, realistically speaking, sometimes the residual snot really needs to go. So, especially if you have nose hairs, check your nose regularly. Mostly because it's just not pretty to see a hanging booger.
Friday, July 14, 2006
Do you think it hurts more when you get hurt as an adult? I tripped last week outside and along with a couple of deep brusies on my legs, that cut up there on my hand was the result. It hurt so bad for a couple of minutes that I had to just sit and refrain from screaming. Now it just itches...A LOT! Bam-bam on the other hand fell onto the same kind of rocks...and had multiple cuts and scrapes on his face. (That was at the end of June though, and all of his wounds have healed nicely. And yes, that is birthday cake from his sister's b-day on his chin!) The funny thing about my cut is that it made me really grateful for running water...and the ability to clean it out well. No wonder our ancestors died from infection. A simple cut like that one up there, full of dirt, would have almost certainly become a serious infection without proper cleansing and covering. Can you imagine washing an injury in week old bathwater you had saved because your water was so rationed you didn't have any other to use? I honestly counted my blessings that I could take care of my injury properly.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
I love this absolute joy. And it comes from being able to get messy...without getting in trouble. We had huge puddles all over outside...and as you can see, we live on a dirt road...so any jumping means mud splatters up the wazoo. But look at those faces...they make me smile just seeing them again! (Angel Face in orange...and Tiny in blue).
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
On my blogger dashboard, it lists this notice: Scheduled outage at 4:00pm.
I may take my cue from this.
The sign for my door will read:
Mom's scheduled outage
The only problem I forsee?
Only 2 of my kids could read it.
And neither one of them would know what it meant.
(And it's really not necessary, I just thought it was funny!)
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Friday, July 07, 2006
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
*Scones Friday night (always a reason for a celebration here!)
*Geocaching Saturday and a great birthday party with pizza (Thanks Grandpa!) for Angel Face
*A calm, enjoyable Sunday with a talent show, given by all the kids and parents
*Girls' day out Monday (shopping and lunch included!)
*Boys shot the BB gun while we were gone
*Parade (2 hours in the sun made everyone a little sick, but...), Silver City Museum, ice cream, Ward Party, Karaoke, and fireworks...what a wonderful Fourth of July!
The cousins left today...we were sad to see them go. It was a wonderful visit all the way around. Drive safely...and quickly!
Sunday's sacrament meeting was powerful, due to the fact that everyone focused on the upcoming 4th. We truly are blessed to have so many freedoms. I love this country, and the fact that it is sustained by God.
(side note...I had a friend visiting Silver this weekend...it was nice to see and visit her...she even came to see us head into church Sunday morning...Hi Susan!)