Wednesday, January 19, 2005 I need a massage badly. I ask my husband. "What's in it for me?" he asks. "The joy of having a relaxed, calm wife," I say. So no massage for me. posted by Angela Marie at 3:10 AM
Tuesday, January 18, 2005 My friends in high school were always gushing over someone. Some people even gushed over imaginary people they would never meet, but were somehow sure that it was meant to be. Whatever. Then I joined the army and didn't give the opposite sex much thought. I never really had before. Except there was this one guy, in basic tr
Tuesday, January 18, 2005 I was just putting Michael to bed, trying everything. Playing with him until he started to rub his eyes, then going along with him when he indicated that he wanted to read books. So we sat in the hallway where a bunch of his books happen to be scattered around, and he picked up a pleasant cartoonish, but relevant board book, "I Belong to
Tuesday, January 18, 2005 Michael's Words He's 18 months and 20 days old. Gestationally, he's 16 months old. Although he's not speaking in paragraphs yet like Heather L's kids were at 15 months, here are some words he's officially mastered :) Cat (First word 14 mos.) Hot Tree Cheese Dog Dada (It means both Daddy and Mommy) <BR
Tuesday, January 18, 2005 So at 8:30pm we finally got out of our jammies, got dressed, and went for a walk to the commissary. Michael got all bundled up in his super cute columbia ski bib & coat, hopped in his stroller, and away we went. John too. He's off work for a couple days. Woo-hoo! Then when the commissary closed we were on our way home, and I said, "I don'
Monday, January 17, 2005 Michael's Addiction Michael could be throwing a fit, or be in tears for whatever reason, and then, like Magic, I turn on Blue's Clues and he's instantly transformed into a giddy, happy boy. And it took about 400 episodes of Blue's Clues, but I think I'm enraptured with it too. Or maybe it's just Joe. OK,
Monday, January 16, 2005 I think I feel like going back to school again. I'm getting tired of this stay-at-home mommy thing. And Michael is ready to branch out too. I can sign up for the next semester in February. I've got $35,000 waiting for me to spend on education. Yay! What do I want to be when I grow up? The schools here only offer boring majors. I
Monday, January 17, 2005 I woke up this morning with a resolve to have more depth in my life, for the benefit of Michael & our whole family. That means ditching the meaningless things I do; TV watching, video game playing, daydreaming. Oh how I love to daydream. And trading them for...what? I want to instill in Michael meaningfulness. That means that everything I
Sunday, January 16, 2005 A couple weeks ago I was finally able to make an appointment with Dr. Franco. The appointment would have been last Wednesday, but he cancelled my appointment, referring me to Life Skills. My guess is he didn't want to add another person to his workload. Life Skills is the catch-all place to go to talk to head shrinks. Well, I already
Sunday, January 16, 2005 Don't think I dwell on things in the past simply to feel sorry for myself. Oh, no. I genuinely need to sort these things out. The big question I have is: Does the crap from my past still affect me now, leaving a need for me to sort it out before I can be a fully functioning person again? I really feel like I c
Sunday, January 16, 2005 My poor Baby Michael. I've been sleeping so much lately that he's become quite accustomed to waking me up by bopping me over the head with a bottle. But today he woke me up with three kisses on the cheek. If that doesn't make your heart melt... This evening I was making him dinner in the kitchen, and I heard him crying from anothe
Sunday, January 16, 2005 Sigh. This week was bad. Let me start by posting an email from the primary president, and my response to her. Hi Sister Herndon, I wanted to check and see if you and your husband were doing alright. We missed you on Sunday and haven't heard anything from you guys, so we want to see if everything is ok. Plea
Wednesday, January 05, 2005 Some time last year Jenn asked if I'd ever seen the "homeless guy." No, I hadn't heard of such a person. Well, a few months ago I did see him for the first time. It was late at night and I was taking John to work, when there he was. Long, gray hair, long white beard & moustache. The streets were quiet and empty aside from us, and h
Wednesday, January 5th, 2005 Something I ordered a couple months ago just came in the mail today. For the left-brain challenged folks like me, a company put together a set of CD's called "Hymn Helper." It teaches the parts of the hymns individually! You don't know how long I've been dying for something like this. The soprano part of some of the hymns are painfully
Tuesday, January 04, 2005 He closes jar & bottle lids SO tightly that I can NEVER open them. He's even broken water bottle caps by screwing them on so tightly, then said, "These cheap things." Now I'm going to have to spend yet more of his hard-earned money to buy one of those lid-turning aids that arthritic people use. HA! Oh, and he used to do the
"A truly open relationship between teen and parent is difficult to master because it takes the child’s willingness to participate, and their sense of value in the parent's opinion or judgment. This is impossible to gain without having worked and demonstrated year after year after year. This kind of relationship is built on trust, and trust can only be earned through u
Monday, January 3rd, 2005 1 Bar of Soap 1 Toothbrush 1 Tube of toothpaste 1 loaf of bread 1 pint of milk 1 apple 1 banana 1 orange 1 plum 1 grapefruit 1 tomato 1 lettuce 1 cabbage 1 baking potato 1 kraft single 1 samosa 1 vegetable pakora 1 muesli bar 1 pie 1 frozen pizza 1 single
Sunday, January 02, 2005 This year our ward starts at 9am. Yikes! I'm sure I wasn't the only one surprised that our family was there on time today. Even early! The parking lot was so incredibly vacant when we arrived...at only 15 minutes before 9. We had a choice of sitting just about anywhere our hearts desired. Last year church started for us at 1pm. I
Sunday, January 2nd, 2005 Heather G. makes me invisible. I've decided that. She doesn't answer my emails or my snail mails, and while that's not an offense in and of itself, I still think that she likes to pretend that I don't exist. I don't blame her. Back when we were "roommates" (that's what she liked to call it) I was a very rude little girl. I
Saturday, January 01, 2005 My heart pounded extra fast when I saw that two people made comments to my blog! I never expected that. Wow. I'm, like, published. So Cathy's comment reminded me of something I wanted to jot down. I got to see the doctor last week while I was feeling good...before I was "down" again. When I'm feeling good my mind is a lot clear
Saturday, January 1, 2005 I found a fun new game online that I downloaded and forked out $20 for. It's called Rocket Mania, found it on the Yahoo games page. I went there looking for a new game to play while I listen to npr.org, because I've been playing Zuma for so long it's finally getting old. That was yesterday evening. I couldn't sleep last night so I got up
Tuesday, December 21, 2004 Today we babysat Tyson for a while, then the Carter kids came over to spend the night. They're sleeping right now. It's 3:45am. It's Ben & Stacy's 7th Wedding Anniversary! So we agreed to treat them to a night alone together...for FREE! So we've got our own little Michael, plus the three Carter kids. And guess what?! Of all of
Saturday, December 18, 2004 Home Teachers vs. Robin Williams Stacy called me up yesterday, "Are you guys going to the show?" "Oh, I stammered! The show! Well, I want to, but our home teachers are coming over tonight." John had sent me an email about the show last week, and I wasn't dazzled by it. Robin Williams' stand-up is vulgar and in poor taste
Saturday December 18, 2004 It's 4am on a Saturday. I'm up! All this week I've been functioning on 4-5 hours of sleep at night time. I wake up at some odd hour like 3 or 4, it was 6 yesterday, with my heart totally pounding, excited, full of life, can't wait to get my hands working, my body moving, my heart thanking, my soul soaring! This is how I love to feel! The
Wednesday, December 15, 2004 I occasionally get emails from Tim, not addressed directly to me, but always mass emails to "everyone he cares for." (He was my supervisor for a while at Lucent. And all the gals were in agreement that he ought not to be single. Maybe he's married now. I wonder.) Yesterday he sent an email that indicated indirectly that his mom passed
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