The Holiday of Downward Spirals

I've been missing...but just here...not in life...life has been a flurry of activity since the summer-- with school starting...and family and friends visiting....and soccer season...and church activities...and Pinterest...and...now I'm full on in the throes of the holiday season.

I was answering an email to a good friend of mine, and with the state of my life right now, it didn't seem real to just rattle off all the comings and goings of the Terry family. So, I laid it out for her. That things are hectic...that I'm stressed...that I bring so much of it on myself. And I realized something. It was C.A.T.H.A.R.T.I.C.  Making the list of everything that is killing me right now helped to put it in perspective. And, I wanted to share. Because this friend had shared something with me that was real and personal and prompted my catharsis. I don't know if it will make me slow down at all. But, for today, I feel better. So, here goes. Maybe it can help you to re-evaluate your life and put things in perspective too.

"I'm chagrined that it took me so long to respond, but my happy, busy life is spiraling out of control right now because I have too much to do and not enough time to do it. I apologize ahead for being so real, but I miss you, and talking to you, and your email sounds like you are happy, but not truly content...I totally relate, to find the little joys in the everyday things of raising my family, but really missing connections with people and missing those I love.

So, here goes....I'm supposed to be finishing up thank you's for donations for the joint spouse conference we had....in October. Wrap up meeting is the 1st....I know I'm behind...as always.

Then, there is our Christmas social for Relief Society at church...on Dec 1st...I've got to get my ducks in a row for that. Yes...the same day as our meeting for JSC. Don't call me that day...I may explode.

Then there is cooking a fab Thanksgiving meal, that we don't have anyone to invite to, and my family won't truly appreciate, but I can't stop myself. Really. I can't.

My dining room table is covered with the joys of card making...I can't find time to sit down and finish, but it has to be cleaned up by tomorrow. Or we have no where to eat.

I have way too many cute things on my Pinterest that I want to try immediately, and no time to do it.

Also, I started a FB page this week, Lisa's Paper Art and Gifts, for my clipboards and cards, which I have some on hand, but will genuinely freak out if I have to make something specific on a time crunch. People have been telling me I should really sell them, and I know it's late in the season, but I hoped to get some business before Christmas.

On top of everything, it's that time of year when I think of Christine and the fact that at the last Thanksgiving we spent with her we had no idea she would be gone from us in 2 weeks.

So, thank you for keeping in touch, for understanding my life and being someone I'm truly thankful for, this time of year and always."

 

That's how I truly feel...today...stressed...and happy...and spinning...and grateful. All wrapped up in one bustling mom of a body. Each of those things give me something to be grateful for, whether it is food on our table, creativity, or people that have come into my life and made a difference.

I'm thankful for the things I am blessed with in my life; for the people I love, my resolve and my strength that allow me to take on so many wonderful things, and the faith that Heavenly Father watches over us, and is there for us in times of trial and times of gratitude. Now, go on...make your list of crazy things you are grateful for. It will help...if nothing else, it will let you take a breather before you make another pie.

How cool is this?

Ok, I'm already 40, but saw a fun post on Organizing Junkie's site that she had an ugly dress party to celebrate. That, in itself, seems so fun...too bad I've passed that milestone. But I fell in love with these decorations. Fell.In.Love.



You can find lovely instructions here. Instead of hanging them, she had them laid on the counters and such. It makes me want to have a party...or maybe just hang them around the house and pretend we'll have a party. Then have some Pink Lemonade cupcakes for dessert.

Sabrina's birthday is coming up next week. This isn't the year for a big party (she'll get one next year when she turns 16). But how fun would it be for her to wake up to her room decorated with pom poms and have cupcakes for breakfast? I'll let you know how it goes.

Drool-worthy...

I know I'm behind...again...

I've been enjoying a fun and relaxing summer...mostly without the pressures of kids' schoolwork...so much so, that I've been taking weekly outings with the kids and sitting by the pool every Friday...yes, EVERY Friday. All part of my master plan to keep my tan into September. More info and pictures to come...from March...I know. Forgive.

BUT! I have been trying to catch up on favorite blogs, and you know that thing called the web? It's called that for a reason...one yummy food blog linked to another yummy food blog...and soon you find yourself sitting on the couch, catching up on summer TV, and literally drooling on your keyboard. So, I thought I would share some links to my favorites and new finds...so you can drool too!

Favorite Family Recipes
I combed this site pulling all sorts of yummy options. I have tried and tested several recipes...spot on! They are fabulous! I love her pictures for each recipe and the fact that she lived in Hawaii and has several local favorites...She is diligent in creating accurate copy-cats of some of my favorite restaurant meals. How about German Chocolate Oreos or Cafe Rio's Cilantro Lime Vinaigrette? You won't be disappointed.

Bakergirl
New favorite! She has a sweet tooth that I can relate to, and her yummy photography is worth drooling over. I've pulled 5 recipes today to try...Real.Soon. Like Birthday Cake Popcorn and Chewy No-Bake Cookies & Cream Treats.

Foodgawker
Love this site! They comb for unique and tasty dishes...I mean who wouldn't want to try Neapolitan Cake in a Jar? Or Blueberry Crumb Pie Milkshake? I mean, drool, right? The hardest part may be deciding what to try first.

A Farmgirl's Dabbles
Delish! I love the visuals of Hatti's Strawberry Chiller and the Mushroom & Cheddar Sliders with Chipotle Ketchup. What a combination that would be...drool...

Janiel Miller Food
I love this lady! She has a great, fun blog, and this is an off-shoot of her regular blog. I love her commentary, as entertaining as the recipes are delicious! I mean look at this title for a blog post: Lazy Lasagna. Seriously. No. I Mean It. And who wouldn't love anyone with a beautiful red couch on their header?


Kevin & Amanda's Recipes
I found this blog from a scrapbooking blog, and was intrigued by the step-by-step instructions, complete with photos, so simple I think my teen could follow along and create a perfect dish! Just check out the Mini Lasagna Cups!

So, if you find that it's too hot outside...spend the day inside you'll be all wet and cool from the drooooool by the time you're done. Nice added bonus...all of the delicious photos are completely calorie free!

A Mom's Job is Never Done

I hope all of my fellow-moms out there had a great day yesterday. And, even if you're not a mom, yet. Just being a woman gives us a nurturing nature that means we can be an example and a teacher to any child. I have a beautiful friend that is a fabulous person and the best Kindergarten teacher, but doesn't have any children of her own. She's touched many lives already, and all without having to go through 36 hours of labor! ha ha

So, I won't tell you all how old I am. I will tell you it's older than I look. And old enough to know better. But, this week I did a bad thing. I did a childish thing. And my mom called me on it. That's what moms do. They don't care if you're 4 or 40, you're still their child, and they still teach you.

I love my mom. She made it look so easy. (Why is that always the case?) She stayed home with us until around my Jr. year in high school. She cleaned the house and had the floors done by 10am every day. She taught us responsibility and independence (sometimes to her chagrin, I think, ha ha), and taught us that the church was true. Bumpy roads notwithstanding, I think it's a testament that all 4 of her children are active in the church. And, I truly appreciate the sacrifices she made for us as I make them for my own children.

When I was married, to my military man, I think I broke her heart. Being a mother was her life. I was the oldest, first one to leave home, and about to move across an ocean and start a new life, and I don't think I took into account how deeply she felt that. 17 years, 3 kids, and 5 moves later, I really understand how much you miss your children when they aren't there. I've missed my family all these years, and I didn't even give birth to any of them.

There's been times when I was jealous that all of my brothers were in proximity, traveling to my dad's for holidays and getting together for family occasions. But I made a choice, and that choice has given me the chance to experience wonderful things, but it's also meant I had to give up other wonderful things.

But, in all, it's made me grow and appreciate what is truly important in life. To appreciate the gospel, that it's the same no matter what country I'm in, or on what island I live. To be grateful for the visits we do get, and the phone calls that help us keep in touch. I love that I can call my mom for that recipe I can't find, or ask what to do with my hair, or how to not lock my teen in her room until she's 30.

Which brings me back to my initial point. A mom's job is NEVER done. You don't kiss them on their wedding day and say goodbye. We are responsible to raise these children to be responsible adults, good communicaters, and loving human beings, and then continue the cycle with their own children. She did that for me. She taught me to stand on my own, but keep coming back for more. And for that, I'm forever grateful, that she continues to be there for me...to tell me when I've screwed up, then turn around and tell me she loves me anyway. Just like our Heavenly Father. Love you, mom! 

Choose Ye, but there are consequences...

I just read a post at a blog I follow about what would happen if your teen decided they didn't want to attend church anymore. It can be found here, MormonMomma . Here's the comment I left following the post:

I just taught our Relief Society lesson this weekend using Elder Lawrence’s Conf talk from Oct ’10 on Courageous Parenting, so I’ve been thinking about things like this lately.

I think it’s important to have Agency, but realize that there are consequences to every decision. To let your children choose to stay home, without any adverse consequences, is not teaching them to make the RIGHT choices. You wouldn’t just let them stay home from school, would you? If we were “sick” enough to stay home, then we were too “sick” to play, right?


I have also heard recently that if you raise your children right, in the gospel, then they will be better prepared to return to you, no matter what the situation. I do believe that a good, open relationship with your children is important in any case. They should know why you believe what you do, why you wish them to follow, and what will happen if they don’t.


One last point, if your teen does choose to not attend church, I’d think they’d still have to follow your rules of the house, which would include family prayer, study, and FHE. They should still have the same rules when out with friends, and standards that they would if they were attending. They could essentially be still “living” the gospel without attending the meetings. This could get them past this tangled point in their growth until they decide to come back. And, if they don’t they will still be better prepared to handle adult decisions.

The Bucket and the Dippers

So, I'm trying to do some inspirational reading on Sundays along with the other uplifting activities we already have. I've been reading Mary Ellen Edmunds, MEE Speaks. She has a sense of humor, tons of experience, and really just tells it like it is. I like that in any woman, but especially an LDS woman. Stand up and be counted, I say.

In today's reading, she says that we all have buckets. These buckets hold our good stuff..."peace, comfort, love, joy, strength and such." We can help fill each other's buckets with "hugs, listening, sincere praise, pointing out strengths, being sensitive to needs (and doing something about them when you can), cheerfulness, honest, patience..."

But, then there are our dippers. We each have one, and we can get our dippers in others buckets. Instead of positive uplifting, we point out faults, criticize, ignore, and chastise. We need to recognize right away when we have our dippers in someone's bucket and start filling it instead.

She also points out that when our buckets are empty, we act differently. We push people away, try to put the "lid" on our buckets, and don't have anything to give to others. So, if we just work to always fill buckets, instead of dipping in buckets, we will find ours filling too. We'll be overflowing and have so much more to give.

I love that. I'm a visual person, and I like the idea of me pouring love into someone else's bucket. I'm going to work on that. I think people know their faults enough. We don't need to keep pointing them out. And what is that saying-- that when you point at someone there's 3 fingers pointing back at yourself? I don't need that. So, here's to filling the buckets, to overflowing. We can do it! Anyone with me?

Our Princess Problem

Recently, McKenna and her BFF put on a play for us entitled, "The Life of a Princess," which amounted to "a princess is pretty and doesn't have to do anything for herself."

I'm sure Disney is to blame. I mean, have you ever seen an ugly princess? Only the wicked step-sisters have some facial disfigurements. And Cinderella...she was completely wronged by having to cook and clean. You never saw her do any of that after she married the prince.

So, of course it couldn't be that she's our youngest. Or that she's too darn cute that she gets away with everything. Or that she has the sweetest temperament and anyone would do anything for her. I'm sure it's not that fact that her older brother carried her...on his back...through all of Rome. And anywhere else she doesn't want to walk. To. This. Day.

And I could probably be on board with the whole princess thing if we didn't have one little problem (because did I mention she's nearly perfectly adorable?)...this princess has a princess room...lots of pink...lots of toys....lots of pretty dresses and shoes. What the princess doesn't have, is a maid. She has completely taken to heart her views that a princess has everything done for her, and we can't get her to clean her room.

I read a post today that described various methods of getting an end-goal with her daughter. I've tried them. I have offered rewards. I have withheld playtime. I have tried, "You can't come out til it's done." Eventually she does have to go to school. Or, "Do one section at a time." I think it just shifts from area to the next. I have gone in and helped and directed. I have offered siblings to help. They end up frustrated and leave. What finally takes a week or more to do, is undone in one afternoon.

The thing is, I'm an organized person. She has bins, and shelves, and baskets. Everything in her room has a place. She is content that the new place is on the floor. I've considered taking away toys, putting them in a tote until she asks for them back. But we tried that with the oldest. Didn't work.

I know some that ignore it...treating their kids' rooms as "their" space. And I try to keep the complaining about it to a minimum. But, day after day, it's getting old. And this morning, when she couldn't find her shoes, which were in the midst of her dress-up clothes, I hit my limit. Any suggestions for getting a princess-in-training to at least pick up her room?

Safe and secure?

Being in a military community for all of these years, I think I've gotten a false sense of security. I've never had to deal with much crime, or fear of crime. With ID checks to get onto the military base, we falsely think we are immune to the impulses of criminals. That's stuff that happens "off-base," right?  Or what about those of us living in small communities, or primarily "mormon" locations? I have family on the mainland that rarely locks their doors.

Almost a year ago, we heard tales of some that may have been gaining access to our base housing over the fences and trying to access homes. I believe they were caught, or it went away, but we didn't hear any more.

Then a few weeks ago, I found out a friend of mine had a stroller taken out of her garage by a woman passing by. In broad daylight. That seems kind of bold, but still could have been a small, one-time incident.

So, Friday morning, when I was awakened at 4:50am by a car alarm, I didn't think much of it. Someone accidentally set it off, I thought. But, when I left the house just before 9am, I found the street covered with police and neighbors out checking homes and cars. Someone had had a hey-day heading down our street, vandalizing and thieving along the way.

I think that we may be initially shocked when things happen that we didn't see coming, things we don't understand. Like criminal acts. I know that at the first report, I was shocked-- at first. And, then again, when I heard the second report. But, it went away and a sense of security returned.

But, when it really affected us, this last time, that's when it really hit me. That you never know how safe you are. Living on a military base, or in a Utah community, you never know.

So, how can we really feel safe? I figure we do what we can to protect ourselves and our family, and we put the rest in the Lord's hands. The faithful part of me believes that living right and making good choices will be all of the protection we should need. But, then that would mean that bad things don't happen to good people. Which I know is not true.

Then, the cynical part of me believes that the Lord helps those that help themselves. So, a certain level of our safety and security is up to us. So maybe that is the answer...it's a little, or a lot, of both. We take precautions. We teach our children safe practices. Then we pray for God to watch over us and keep us safe.

I love hearing my children in our evening prayer asking for their Heavenly Father to watch over them and those we love. I do it too. But I love that, for them, it IS that simple. Their faith is that pure. Another example of greatness by our pure and precious children...

What a blessed day!

Today was a fabulous Easter Sunday...everything went so well, and I felt so much peace and swelling in my heart today at church. I invited a neighbor to come with us, then have dinner afterwards. It was so good to share this day with her family.

I'm feeling blessed. I know my cup is full, and I have so much to be grateful for. I have really felt the Lord's influence in my life, especially lately. What a joy and a privilege to be able to share this with my family and those around me.

And here's a picture of my greatest blessings...all 4 of them. I love you guys! (And, yay, he wore the purple tie, although not so original...I saw at least 6 purple ties today)

Sunday Serenity...part 2!

Tomorrow is Easter. Last Sunday didn't go so well...as you may know from my post. I have high hopes, however, that tomorrow will be better.

First of all...it is 20 minutes shy of midnight, and we are finally done dying Easter eggs.

Second, I have successfully found Easter Sunday dress in varying shades of lavender for all members of our family. And, yes, Dennis WILL wear that purple tie...(I hope!)

Third, I had a lengthy visit getting to know my neighbor today and am assured that she is still planning on going to church with us tomorrow.

Fourth, I have planned and prepped a yummy Easter dinner. I also invited my neighbor, who's alone due to her husband being deployed, to dinner. I've been there, you know...

And last, because our meeting time is late in the day, we'll spend the morning sharing in the little joys of eggs and chocolate, and being together. Then I'll go to church and enjoy the talks and lessons focusing on the Savior's Atonement, surrounded by my family and friends. I am humbled by His sacrifice, but know I need to apply it more fully to my life.

At the end of the day, I hope to regain my lost peace from last week. I hope to be uplifted and spiritually fed. I hope to have spent an Easter Sunday welcoming the blessings of family and faith in my life. And, I wish the same joy for all of you this Easter!

Happy Birthday, Hayden!

12 years ago today, the sweetest, gentle boy joined our family. He really was a gentle sweet baby, and has always been such an even-tempered child. He has such a strong moral sense, always rooting for the underdog and giving empathy to others. I'm really proud of the young man I know he's becoming. He's a loyal friend, an honorable son, and a responsible human being.

This year is a huge milestone, turning 12. He'll be honored with the Aaronic priesthood, and start passing sacrament. He'll start "officially" babysitting McKenna, although for the past 6 years he has already been unofficially doing it; making her happiness his personal mission.

Hayden can always be counted to finish a job. He usually completes his homework at school, freeing him up to read, and play, and be my big helper. His interest in reading has really taken off. His book count since his last birthday is 47 books... real, independent reader books.

And, Hayden's doing fabulous in school all around. He's a math star, often given upper level work to keep him challenged. This one may just be an engineer someday...although he's always wanted to be a policeman, and now is talking about serving in the military. One thing is certain. He knows what he wants, and he's willing to work to get it. So, no matter what, he'll be ok. He'll be a good father and husband. He'll make us proud.

Hayden loves to swim, and read, and play computer games.  He is fast and tenacious on the soccer field. He loves ribs and ordering off the grown up's menu. He's the coolest kid I know.

 

So, Hayden Milo- Remember always, you are a child of Heavenly Father. You are our dear child. You are special. You are so loved. Happy Birthday!

Dear Eve, Mother of Man

Today I was chatting with a pregnant friend about possible baby names for her awaited little girl. She said she has recently considered "Eve" but wasn't set on it. Despite our understanding of Eve's essential role in the progress of man the rest of Christianity views her as having made a terrible mistake.

It brought to mind another recent instance where a FB friend of mine had posted that the life of Eve is an encouragement to her. She then went on to say that she, "can relate to a woman who has really made a mess of things," and that "God uses the life of Eve to remind us that we all make mistakes and are broken and wounded people." My first thought was, "how sad!"

Eve was a glorious, strong woman, willing to make a choice that would remove her and Adam from their idealic life. Making the choice to give them the opportunity for progress. To finally know pain, but to also know true joy. To play a role in a plan to bring all of us to this earth to be challenged and grow.

Other faiths don't understand the necessity of her choice. They don't respect her for the decision. It's sad that her name may be associated with "mistakes" and "broken." From my heart, I say, thank you. Thank you for your strength. For your love of our Heavenly Father. For choosing a life that may not have been easy, but was worth it.

Photography fun…

Last week was our photo outing for our photography group, a group of women sharing tips and motivation to enjoy and improve our photography skills. The group leader set up a location shoot at an old housing site here by the water using young women from our ward. It was a fun opportunity to get some great shots of my beautiful daughter.

Here are some of my favorites. Disclaimer: I don’t have a DSLR camera. I don’t want a DSLR camera. I’m too lazy for a DSLR camera. So, while I know that if I had used a high-end camera that my depth of field could have been better or my lighting could have been fixed with some aperture settings, I’m happy with my mid-size Canon. And, I think they are pretty good. All without any editing. Enjoy!

A Bumpy Road to Sunday Serenity

I take my family to church every week. As a matter of fact, in over a year and a half, I’ve missed 3 Sundays; one stake conference and two days when my grandma passed away, and I went to the mainland for a week. So, for me, Sundays are a day to get away from everyday life. To focus on my faith, my family, and build my spiritual reservoirs for the week ahead. I can’t remember a time when I just wanted to get up and leave church. I’m usually running toward church, not away. I feel good being there and am always glad that I’ve gone.

So, yesterday, when we were rushing to church, I was ok. When I “unknowingly” pulled into a handicap spot, then caught my scarf in the mechanism of the van door and it wouldn’t budge, I was dipping, but still ok. Tugging and tugging, a little help from a passerby, and I was able to get it closed. Then, when I finally got inside, Sabrina said there were no seats.

Row after row were “saved” by scriptures and bags, and a few people here and there. So, we ended up sitting in one that just had some sheet music sitting on the bench. Turns out, I think it was being saved by a member of the bishopric for his family. (Doesn’t everyone know that scriptures are the agreed upon “savers” for a bench in church?) I felt a little bad over that…

Anyway, I was walking down the aisle and one of my leaders told me that an activity we’d been working on for over 6 months (and had already been thwarted twice) was going to be cancelled by a newly scheduled stake emergency fair on the same date, I was definitely NOT ok.

I went out to move my car…(in my feeble defense, the handicap symbol was faded and not readily seen). I actually thought about driving away, to just keep going, and crawl back in bed. But my 3 kids sat on a bench awaiting my return. So, I sucked it up, and went back inside.

I sat through the meeting, really trying to not let this news get the best of me. Following which, I ran into one of my daughter’s leaders and was informed that the girls camp that had been cancelled was now being done on a ward level, and the cost per girl is going to be $200.PER.GIRL. AAAACK!

A friend caught up to me and asked “how’s it going…?” Wrong timing…A series of unfortunate events were scheming to steal my Sunday serenity. Instead of my spiritual tank being filled, it had been drained. I wish I could not be frustrated. I wish I could be more flexible. I wish that I harbored no ill will toward those putting me in the position of regretting going to church today. But, I’m not that person, not yet…

I actually made it through the three hours of meetings. Without too many silent tears, I’m proud to add. When we pulled into our shared driveway, and our new neighbor was getting her girls out of the car, I was really just focused on just getting in the house and letting it all out. When Sabrina commented that “we need to meet our new neighbor.” I replied with a snarky, “so you can play with her little kids?” Even as I said it, I felt a little bad.

The kids went into the house, and I stuck around to make sure all of our church gear made it out of the car. The neighbor came back out to clean out her car, and asked me where I went to church. I told her it was an LDS church in the Halawa area. She asked if it was far, and what ward we were in. **LIGHTBULB** (Not many non-LDS people even know the word “ward”.) So, I asked if she was LDS. She said she’d grown up in an LDS family, and her daughter that will come for the summer goes to church.

I told her that I could give her information or let her follow me to church some week. She then asked me, “How about next week?” I may have actually dropped my jaw to the ground. What an amazing interaction! Prompted by my 14 year old daughter’s sweet spirit. Thank goodness she was in-tune, when I was not. A day that had been one disappointment after another had turned out to be a glorious opportunity to help someone that may have been looking for something.

I believe the Lord puts people in our path that need us, and that sometimes we need to be needed. After this experience, I was able to spend my Sunday evening trying to fill my reserves back up.  Instead of letting the day get the best of me, I got the best I could out of the day. What a blessing!

Disappointment of the Week

My disappointment of the week- purchasing an anticipated Avril Lavigne album and finding, not one, but 4 songs with “bad” words. Great songs with great beats. Some great messages, even. Too bad I can’t play them in the car. Too bad I’ll have to upload the clean songs to Ipod if I want to play just them. Too bad such a talented girl felt she had to be so “rough” and “raw.”

I have a confession to make. Years ago on an album by this same artist, I convinced my kids she sang, “damp,” cold night. Maybe that was a sign. I guess it wasn’t a one-time thing.

I’m disappointed that this album didn’t have a parental warning on the label. I’ve purchased “clean” version albums before. I didn’t think that there would be CD’s without the label that had offensive language. I checked into it, and found that there’s no standard for using the warning. Did you know that? I also found out that retailers like WalMart won’t stock CD’s with the warning. Seems like there’s an incentive to leave it off.

You can preview most songs online, but unless the snippet includes the bad words, you still won’t know. And you can’t take it back once you’ve opened it. There’s $14 out the window…

It just makes it harder as a parent to keep up with what your kids are listening to. I usually get Sabrina’s music and rip it to her Ipod for her. But a lot of parents don’t. How many parents have listened to every CD their kids own?

So, here’s the other issue: The standards. When researched, it seemed only blatant, face-blushing language was given a warning. I’m not a prude, but it seems like the standards have changed fast. What used to be “offensive” isn’t considered so. And, yes, I know my kids have heard the words before. But, they’re not pretty—or intelligent vocabulary. Why expose them repeatedly until they are desensitized?

In searching for anything “virtuous, lovely, of good report, or praiseworthy,” it sure can be difficult, can’t it? But, it’s so worth it. So, goodbye to Goodbye Lullaby. I’m disappointed that you weren’t appropriate to truly enjoy.

Parental Fail #42

Hubby and I were watching a parenting-themed show the other night. They are all sitting down to dinner like a good American family. There’s a little tension and the teen daughter says, “Hey, I scored 3 goals in my game today.” To which her parents replied, “That’s great!” And “Good Job.” Dennis says, “Why weren’t they there?” Good question. If your child is such a star and can score 3 goals, why would you not be there? And, even if they aren’t, shouldn’t you still be there?

Which brings me to my parental fail today. I received an email from Sabrina’s coach that there won’t be a game this weekend. And, as hard as it is to admit, I was a little giddy.

In my defense, this is her 12th year playing soccer. And we also have Hayden’s last game on Saturday. I just thought of all the freed up time.

And, don’t get me wrong. I’m a huge advocate for kids’ soccer. It teaches teamwork and stamina and discipline. It’s great exercise. Plus, as they’ve gotten older, it’s even been fun to watch as they’ve gotten aggressive and skilled. And, it’s not a bad way to get some sun (unlike the freezing cold Friday nights in October when we lived in Germany).

So, I guess after a hectic week of appointments…and church activities…and homework…etc., I’m feeling like I just want to sit home on a Saturday. Or splash at the beach with the family. So, here comes the guilt that followed the giddy. I’m off the hook. But I felt bad for even thinking that.

Because, deep down, I do think a parent should be there for their kids’ soccer games. And music concerts. And pack meetings. And roadshow performances. Whether they are the star or not. Because, really, they should feel like a star. And when parents take the time to be there for all of their special and everyday moments, especially when they want to be there, kids will feel like stars. Definitely NOT a fail.

I Don't Measure Up!

I'm feeling a little manic at the moment. I spent a lot of time re-vamping my blog. I feel all empowered and fresh, and yes, a little beautiful. And, I have all of these ideas of what I want to say here. Unfortunately, I'm getting them all from other fabulous ladies in the blog world. It goes like this:

1. I read a fabulous, funny, insightful post.
2. I comment on said post, always being genuinely complimentary, then sharing how I concur...or have learned...or will try to do better.
3. Which leads to, "hmmmmm, maybe I should write that revelation on my blog?"
4. Which leads to guilt over the stealing of ideas...so much so, that I even went so far as to look it up. Apparently you can "steal words" but you can't "steal ideas."

Which doesn't do much for my confidence in my creativity. So, in the end, I just.do.nothing. It's all so exhausting, really. I think I'm trying to come up with something relevant to add out there. And, all I get is crickets...(literally, it's quiet and the crickets from my kids' gecko feeder are driving me nuts!)

I should be content in the fact that others have my struggles. Revel that others share my enthusiasms. And, yes, even sometimes, I'll find another that has a little bit of my crazy. But, we all want to be a little special, right?

I think I'm freaking out a little because I've had a few commenters lately that checked me out after my commenting on their blogs. What if they read my post say, "hey! That was MY idea!" Or even worse, what if they think they could have said it better? Or funnier? I don't think I could handle the unknown rejection I've built up in my mind. So, again, I.do.nothing. I've quit before I've begun.

Maybe I'll just write and write, and don't care if they see it. And, if they do, imitation is the best form of flattery, right? Or maybe I'll just write about writing...yeah...that's original.

New home for My Moments…

Hey all…I have a new look and a new address for my blog. I have spent some time evaluating changes and growth, and felt like making some changes here, too. I have updated photos and profiles, and plan to keep this an uplifting place to visit and share my moments (95% of the time…with, maybe, just a weeeee 5% spent on venting now and then…teehee).
I have some more “Noble Woman” challenge posts in the works, and still lots to post from our recent visits with family and friends. Stay tuned, and be sure to bookmark the new home: www.lifemomentsandmusings.blogspot.com . See you there! (or here…or whatever!) And, let me know what you think!

New email subscription box...

I'm working on my new look. It's been ages since I updated our profiles or pics...so that is next.

This week, I found Blogger added an email subscription feature that I had previously gotten from a different service. In an effort to keep it streamlined, I am now using the new one. If you have subscribed to email updates of my posts in the past, I don't know if they will continue. If you do seem to be missing my posts, just submit your email in the box under my profile information and you'll be all set!

An apple a day...

About 2 1/2 years ago, I bought a caramel apple at my kids' school fall fair. It was covered in caramel and drizzled with white and dark chocolates...I couldn't resist! Half-way through, though, my mouth began to tingle. I'd never experienced anything like it.

I wondered if I was allergic to something it was made with. I tried out variations of the ingredients....caramel, fine...chocolate, DEFINITELY fine....apples, not so fine. I had never had a problem with apples, but had a friend that suddenly became allergic to nectarines, so I knew it was possible. The dilemma? I LOVE APPLES!! I mean, not just some apple pie, or the crunch of one once in a while. I ALWAYS have apples in our fruit basket.

So I wondered, since we were in Europe, was it a pesticide thing? A locale thing? A variety thing? Over the course of the next year, I washed apples with soap; I tried Gala, Fuji, Granny Smith, Red Delicious; I waited until we came back stateside and tried them here; I peeled apples; All with the same result...minor itchy mouth and a little phlegm, like with a cold. I tried taking a Benadryl in conjunction with eating some apple, and it did help. The only apple variations that are symptom-free are cooked apples or apple juice.

Plus, when we were moving back stateside, I grabbed a handful of fresh cherries. Mid-way through, I started getting the same symptoms. Uggghhh! I was losing my fruit choices! I did a little online research and found that a fruit/vegetable allergy often stems from an allergy to a particular pollen...for apples it's birch tree. And, with that allergy, there are more items I could have issues with, carrots, almonds, etc. None of which I ate as often as apples. Or I'd miss as much.

So, for the last year, I've stayed away from my fruit of choice. Longingly staring in the produce section...only buying varieties my kids enjoy. This week I was reading an article that referred to it as "oral allergy syndrome" (not to be confused with my allergy to speaking in Sacrament). It explained that my "mild, mouth only symptoms" should go away in a few minutes, and that only classic food allergies (fish, shellfish, soy, eggs, wheat, nuts, milk) should be concerning and warrant a doctor's attention.

I've missed apples so! I've tried to substitute tropical fruits which are plenty where we live now. And, I love them. But, they aren't the same for me...that crunch, that watery juice, the tart of a Granny Smith. And, I know I'm not eating near enough fruit anymore. So, I think I'm going to add them back into my diet. Maybe smaller portions. Every now and then. With a Benadryl.

Sometimes the reward is so worth the mild irritation. I'm sure mothers would agree...(wink!)

Time's a changin'

Just a heads up to all of my followers...yes, both of you.

I've had this blog background and name for over 2 years now. It's been two years of growth and self-discovery, and I have updated my life. So, it's time to update the blog accordingly. Look for a fresh new look at a fresh new address.

Coming soon!

Great Quote!

I finally got the hankerin' for some chocolate this afternoon and ripped into a small box of chocolate covered macadamia nuts given to me as a gift. It was wrapped in some netting with a great quote attached.

"A grateful heart...comes through expressing gratitude to our Heavenly Father for His blessings and to those around us for all that they bring into our lives."
Thomas S. Monson

This speaks to me right now. I'm feeling so grateful for the people in my life lately. I feel so full from the love I've been given and the people that make me strive for greatness in all that I do. I am who I am because of those people that I choose to share my life with. What a true blessing!

Noble Woman Challenge

Ok, so I'm behind...what else is new? And, since I have had two sets of visitors in the last 3 weeks...plus you'll notice my last update was of Christmas. I have lots to post. I've just been lazy about doing so. But, I've had something on my mind...

When Krystal came for her whirlwind visit to Hawaii, it was the best girl time! We laughed, and we played, and we talked. Really talked...about kids, about marriage, and about gospel doctrine. I can honestly say, she left me better than she found me. That's a beautiful friend that can do that. I've been trying to make great improvements lately, and I loved our discussions about that so much.

I also recently stumbled upon a blog, Mormonmomma, with some really thought provoking topics. I love the author's charitable and realistic views of life and others around her. And, while I love a good discussion, I feel that a few of the commenters on some posts are a little close minded, and a tad judgemental. I think that one improvement I've been trying to make is to keep lightness around me. I want to be like Krystal, bringing joy to others, having an open heart, and improving myself every day.

So, thanks to my friend, Julie, I was steered toward HessesMadhouse. Now, SHE seems amazing, which can be a little intimidating, but I like her "voice" so I think I'll follow for a while. I especially enjoyed a recent post about a blog she found that had a A Woman of Noble Character Challenge. I think this goes right in line with some of my goals for the year, so I'm going to try it. She notes that she just recently started it, so I'll be catching up right alongside her. It seems that each week's challenge is based on parts of Proverbs 31.

The challenge states, "Celebrating A Day In Our Life is wonderful and being grateful for the many blessings God has bestowed upon us is good, but are we blessing those around us with strength and dignity. Isn't it more important to be A Woman of Noble Character? Are we worthy to be rewarded for all we do?"

So, for as long as I can keep up, I'll use my blog, not only for family updates, but for reflection, more "musings" and hopefully a little self improvement.

Week 1's challenge: Proverbs 31:10-12 Are you a virtuous and capable wife more precious than rubies? Does your husband trust you, and do you enrich his life? Do you bring him good everyday? Write a post about something you would like to change about yourself, and something you love about yourself. How does this add to the enrichment of your husband's life?

Hmmm.... That's a good question. I believe I'm virtuous...I like to think I have value above rubies. As a daugther of God, I know I do...but some days.... You know...you're tired, and life just gets you behind the eight ball. I know my husband trusts me, and I trust him. We are actually, after 20 years together, in a really good place. I know I work hard to keep our home and raise our kids, so I know that enriches his life. But, I also know that I don't do enough personally just for him.

One thing I love about myself, is that I am organized and can multi-task. I know I accomplish a lot, and have been told by more than one person that it can be intimidating to keep up with.

So, I think that's the one thing I'd also like to change. To slow down, stop trying to do it all. Not that I'd like to accomplish less. But, I want people to feel enriched by me. I want my husband to know he has my full attention. I want my friends to know they don't need to feel less around me. I want to make sure people know I have time for them, not that I'm so busy they can't keep up, or that I can't spare a moment. That will help me enrich and bring joy to him...and others.

You can't whaaaaat?

Dear Leslie,
You may have thought that you had encountered the only crazy person working in a military facility...But, I have to tell you that AAFES does not have the monopoly on hiring people with mental disorders.

Tonight I went looking around the appliances at the Navy exchange. I have been contemplating red appliances (I know, you're thinking "I luuuuuv me some red!" right now...) So, I saw on an aisle they had on display a red toaster, coffee maker, crockpot, rice cooker, and hand mixer. I started looking for the toaster...an off-brand, but hey, for $15, I could afford to replace mine for a trendy pop of red on my counter.

So, I finally found a box....uh, empty. None other could I find. But, a salesperson was right there. I asked her about it. She said it was probably the display box....

Me: I don't see any others...
Her: We've probably sold them all.
Me: Can I have the display?
Her: We don't sell the display.
Me: Are you going to get more in?
Her: No, it was promotional for Valentines.
Me: So....what happens to the display?
Her: It's NEX policy, we don't sell any displays (as she leans down to PUT THE EMPTY BOX BACK ON THE SHELF!)
Me: So, why do you have a toaster on display you can't sell me?
Her: Um....
Me: Don't you think you should take down the display if you don't have any more, and can't sell the display?
Her: Oh, we will....(as she turns and walks away from me, back to the end cap she was straightening...)

Yes, Leslie, Navy has their own brand of crazy! BTW, had the ending ruined for any movies lately?

New Post for the New Year! Albeit...a little late.

I just realized I "lost" this post in my draft folder. It was supposed to be a January update, but seems I never went back and finished it. My bad...

So, January had spirit week at the kids' school. My little material girl dressed up for "80's day". Isn't she, like, totally awesome?

Hayden decided to join in the fun for "Nerd Day." Look at our sweet little nerds. Don't you want to just have them fix your computer or something?

Then, our friends, the Scotts got here. They followed us from Germany, 'cause we're tight like that. They hotel-hopped for a few weeks, so we took them out to some sights and enjoyed some meals with their family til they could get settled.

Then, later in the month, Hayden lost a tooth in a bloody display of testosterone. He yanked and he pulled. That's just like Hayden to take matters in his own hands. Literally.

That's about all of the happenings for January. Other than our regular comings and goings...Dennis left for the Senior NCO Academy on the mainland. I guess the rest of the time just kept me busy as a temporary single mom. It passed without too much incident. Happy and healthy. Definitely blessed!

Belated Holidays Report

Ok, so I was "justly" chastised, that Christmas is over, spring will soon be here, and I have neglected my blog....again. (Thanks Kristine, for the kick in the pants all the way from Texas!)

So, here is a December wrap-up. I decorated early...just to get it out of the way before our fabulous Relief Society Christmas Social, for which I was in charge. It always amazes me that we can transform a basketball gym into an evening of twinkling lights, amazing food, and festive music.

So, this is the month for performances...all of the kids had great stage time...

We enrolled McKenna in a Showtime Performers group. They spent time every week learning holiday songs and movements and put on a show for friends and family in the base theater. She LOVED it...Rockin' Around the Christmas tree...

Then, there was the school program. Each grade did a different song or two. That's my little wreath down front...again Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree...

Hayden wasn't so pleased. Sixth grade did a song I've never heard about how Christmas is "No Time to Diet"??? Ok, so take the oldest, coolest kids in school...and put big yellow bibs on them...I feel for you, babe. The boy next to him, however, obviously thought it was the best thing ever!

Sabrina has been spending the semester practicing every Friday with her Glee club for a holiday performance. She really loves going, but she stands in the back and is still a little stage shy...she's working on it. It has been slowly helping her confidence.

Then, there's the kids' program at the Ward Christmas party. Poor, poor baby...from yellow bibs to fuzzy hats...I know you're still cool under all those accessories.

At the start of winter break, we headed up to the north shore to the Laie Temple visitors center to look at all of the trees decorated by each stake on the island. It was a great family night, with some beautiful family pictures.

Of course, it wouldn't be Christmas without my table covered in plates and plates of chocolatey goodness...yum...wish I still had some of that fudge about now...or the peanut butter kisses...or the raspberry jam logs...or the...moving on...

McKenna was up to all kinds of antics, like climbing furniture to feed her sweet tooth...got caught "hand in the cookie jar" style.

I got this chocolate fountain for our RS dinner, and it didn't work right. So, before I took it back, we tested it out at home afterwards...McKenna LOVED it! Why dip fruit and marshmallows in when you can go straight to the source by sticking your tongue in it?

And, while the rest of America was buried in the "snowpocalypse", we had sunshine and rainbows...of course the grass is always greener, right? McKenna decided she needed some snow, so she spent a half hour chopping up paper, and the next 10 seconds throwing it up in the air, to "make it snow", then the next half hour picking up each and every tiny scrap of paper.

This Wii commercial was, hands down, my FAVORITE of the season. Did you see it? The mom that played Wii to get chores done? The losers have to do the housework. I love when she slides the laundry basket over to her son right after he loses the game. It's hilarious. I also LOVED her hair. So, I took a picture, and when I finally decide to go and get my hair cut off... I hope it ends up like this:

I really enjoyed getting the decorating done early this year, and setting a pretty holiday table. These are my new Christmas plates I got for a deal at Ross...they remind me of our time in Germany.

It took the whole month to get our family picture done...the Sunday before Christmas, Dennis was working 12 hour shifts due to world events. So, this was staged post-Christmas...one camera timer, two trippings over the tripod running back to take my spot, and 15 pictures later, this is the Terry family 2010:

And a good "Charlie's Angels" pose for good measure. These are my "Lisa's Angels":

Hope you all had a full and bright holiday season. We are so blessed to be together and enjoy all the memories we made...next stop...2011!