A Day in the Life

Gingerbread Cookies (no molasses!)

2010-12-20T13:48:00.000-08:00

I dunno about you, but I love gingerbread at this time of year. It's a time honored tradition, a classic that must be honored. Admittedly, when I say 'honored' it should be literally translated as 'bought'. As in, I don't make it; I just eat it. But not this year.*

Ya wanna know what holds me back (aside from general apathy and all around laziness)? It's the lack of molasses. Yup, you heard me. One ingredient. Is it hard to find? Expensive? Short shelf life? No, nope and uhn-uh. I just have no desire to traipse in the snow to the local Wal-marts (the added 's' is in honor of my dear departed Grandma) for the one ingredient I know I won't use again until a full year later. Oh, and that's traipsing in the snow, 5 miles, uphill both ways (this one courtesy of my Dad.)

So, I've officially declared this a molasses-free zone. Unless, some stray friend or loved one happens to accidentally abandon theirs.

Anyhoo, I finally did it. I hunted down a recipe that's gingerbread with no obvious use of molasses (I say obvious cuz it does call for brown sugar which is widely known to contain, yep you know it, molasses.)- and by obvious, I mean 'mentioned as an ingredient by name'. So, this is a shout out and a rescue mission to all those, molasses-impaired peeps.

Gingerbread
1 small (3.5 ounce) package cook and serve butterscotch pudding mix
1/2 cup butter (softened is always the recommendation unless otherwise noted)
1/2 cup packed brown sugar (we used dark brown)
1 egg
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1 1/2 teaspoons ground ginger
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon

DIRECTIONS
Cream together dry butterscotch pudding mix, butter, and brown sugar until smooth. Stir in the egg. Combine the flour, baking soda, ginger, and cinnamon; stir into the pudding mixture. Cover, and chill dough until firm, about 1 hour.

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease baking sheets. On a floured board, roll dough out to about 1/8 inch thickness, and cut into man shapes using a cookie cutter. Place cookies 2 inches apart on the prepared baking sheets. For glittery goodness, sprinkle sugar on top.

Bake for 10-12 min(large cookies), 5-8 min (small) in preheated oven, until cookies are golden at the edges. Cool on wire racks.

Don't get overexcited tho folks, this makes a family-sized portion only (read: small-ish). You may want to double it if you intend to share. Me, not so much.

* Full confession? Maybe still this year since technically I may not have made them, yet again. Technically, maybe Gigs mixed, rolled and baked. But, perhaps I can take credit since I did rescue them from the oven. O, and I did eat of them and love them.

Daring in Dallas

2010-01-14T10:54:00.000-08:00

Has it really been a near year since my last post?? What can I say? I'm slacktastic, and I'm not apologizing. (Miracles do happen.) I spose'd I should break the compositional drought, mostly so I can take another sabbatical immediately following this one. Kind of like working between vacations. And, since we are on a type of vacation (which sadly seems to include work) the indexing of it seemed necessary and appropriate. You know as proof. And for the Alzheimer YeaRs tO coMe (it seems irreverent, I know, but it runs in the family).

We are in Dallas.*

We're trying to make the most of it, since it'll be a 3 month+ stint. If we gotta be here, might as well be happy about it. So, I've been doing my research- you can always graduate the student, but ... o, what am I saying? I was always this way. Thanks, mom.

So far, we've seen the:
Dallas aquarium (small, pricey, but interesting- they had live mayan dancers. I know- the live part is what got us too.)
Architectural tour of Dallas (I.M. Pei made a lot of moolah designing buildings here.)
Dallas Art museum (Way more fun if you do the cassette tour and recreate in living color- human still life. Some of you may need a stiff drink to relax enough for this kind of fun. That's a byo whiskey alert; the museum does not provide. You're welcome.)
Farmers market (Don't eat before you go- they'll see your pinched face staring wistfully at the fruit, and, voilá! You are full.)
City Hall (I.M. Pei. Enough said.)
Dallas City Library (But only the outside, apparently librarians get Monday off too. Dang government jobs. Or, er, state job? Should I cuss city jobs?? Anyway...)
Fort Worth Stockyards (Sadly, we missed the actual cattle drive due to an incessant chatterbox who couldn't bear to part with the phone. No, not me. Surprisingly, no, not Gigs either. Ding, ding,ding. Yep, it was Leroy, Dang it! Was sooo bummed- missed it by an inch- the dust was still settling and the herdsmen yet lingered. But, was there a sign of prime rib? Well yes, actually, there was one a little up the road- the faux wood kind, a lá Wild West, swinging in the wind. I digress...)
Downtown Fort Worth (It counts. I'm counting it- it was a separate trip from the first!)
San Antonio Riverwalk (Ok. no joke. Listen up: i. Love. the. riverwalk. Take the boat ride- it's way less than a stupid venetian gondola (still bitter about not taming one. At least we have the water taxi's.), and there's still singing. Well, it does fade in and out- we pass by an amphitheater with paid professionals of the singing sort. Of course, Gigs and Bubs both did the Simon Cowell. It takes a lot more to impress them than some silly singing yokels.)
Austin (unimpressed. Nothing more to say. Well, it could be becuase the Goveror's mansion, the one we kept circling like vultures around long dead prey, was entirely covered in scaffolding. so much so, that we couldn't see it from across the street. O, and everything noteworthy was closed. It was New Years Day. We did some perfunctory outlet haunting on the way back- there were several large villages of them.We had to stop; they were uselessly irresistible- useless in that we got not one thing. >sigh< We had just had Christmas.)
Well. That's all she wrote, folks. Oh, unless you want to number the countless and enormous malls they have here. All but one of which we've visited. Purely in a sightseeing, cover all the jots and tittles way, if you wanna know.

We have plans for the Fort Worth zoo (reportedly superior to Dallas') and the Log Cabin Village and mini railroad, Nature/ScienceChildren's museum (it's an all for one, since they reside together in the same building), and the Fossil Rim Conservation Center, a petting zoo on steroids since you can feed the deer, rhinos and giraffes, etc. that live there.

Speaking of feed, we have found a human feed store of note (we've now 'fed' there 3x's): Eatzi's Market and Bakery. Oh, the yeasty aroma of the fresh baked artisan bread! Gourmet sandwiches made to order! Mile high lasagna! Big as your fist Shrimp! The fresh imaginings of the on-site chef! Tantalizing sweet treats- morsels of Olympian delight. A taste symphony! Meanwhile, a joyous Marriage of Figaro cavorts about in the background coercing the customer into triple the consumption intended; we left heavier of stomach, lighter of purse, but giddier of manner, and completely satiated. But, I digest. I mean... uh, I need to run a quick errand.

*Pictures to follow.

A wasted trip: Four Corners marker off by 2.5 miles

2009-04-21T16:06:00.000-07:00

Imagine my chagrin when i read this article:

Monday, 20 April 2009

Readings show Four Corners marker off by 2.5 miles

The Associated Press

SALT LAKE CITY -- Tourists who want to put a hand or foot in each of four states at the Four Corners area are apparently off the mark -- by more than a couple miles.

According to readings by the National Geodetic Survey, the Four Corners marker showing the intersection of Arizona, Colorado, New Mexico and Utah is about 2.5 miles west of where it should be.

The only place in the United States where four state boundaries come together was first surveyed by the U.S. government in 1868 during the initial survey of Colorado's southern boundary line.

The intended location was 109 degrees west longitude and 37 degrees north latitude. But, because of surveying errors, the popular tourist spot is actually just a bit off.

The accurate location would be downhill to the east of U.S. 160 in Colorado and northeast of the San Juan River as it flows into New Mexico.

"That's a long ways to be off," said David Bronson, surveyor of San Juan County, Utah. Still, he said the monument's present location is the accepted one.

Bronson said that given the crude equipment of the era, it's amazing surveyors were as accurate as they were around the time the marker was established.

Do they not appreciate how long a drive it is? How on the way to nothing this means?? They have managed to negate the not-to-be-repeated memory-making experience, nay precious bonding moments with my bored out of their minds, tired into delirium, way-to0-small-to-appreciate-the-extra-drive children??? Aarghh. Researchers, phooey on you. I mean, really. Is this information a matter of national security? Will it bring on world peace?? Will it reverse global warming??? I thought not. This, dear scientist is not a matter of interest at all. TMI, is all I have to say.

Yup. We all fell for it, even Roxie the dog. Hook, line and sinker.

Deep Thoughts

2009-03-16T15:59:00.000-07:00

"It's more honorable to question your beliefs, then to hold convictions without knowing, the latter is a lie. Believing something blindly is not belief, its fear. If you knew that 12x2=24 you would have no problem working the math out… Questioning something doesn’t disprove your belief, it’s actually the contrary. Unwillingness to question is the result of disbelief. Work the math out."

Seriously, think about it.

Making Connections

2008-12-05T11:12:00.000-08:00

I saw this on another's blog and appreciated this:

Music is powerful.

It's nice to understood, to be 'got', to step away from life and other people's judgments, prejudices, opposing opinions. It's nice to connect with someone or something else. Be: Less alone. More significant.

I don't need music for this, other people do this for me too, but sometimes, a song can really be moving. It can make a difference.

Things we're thankful for: (Our Family, Thanksgiving 08)

2008-11-27T15:54:00.000-08:00

I've been challenged

2008-10-27T14:39:00.000-07:00

Actually, I've just been tagged. This is not a once in a lifetime occurrence being that it is about the 29th time, it's just that this one is different. I'm not even sure I'll be able to succeed. But, I think I'm up to the challenge.
Here are the rules: I have to answer the following questions with one word answers and one word only! Then I must pass it on to seven others. (See how diabolically complex and yet supposedly simple this is?)
First problem, one word answers. On the surface it seems uncomplicated, but when you're me, sooo many words are screaming, kicking and shoving to get out, that I require floodgates of Niagarian proportions to hold me back. (I know; suddenly I have Herculean restraint; you thought I talked a lot already, just imagine me without the verbal levees.)
Problem two, conquering the monster of inconclusiveness, practically undefeated in my lifetime. Not to mention, a recurring one.
But, having confessed all (well, bearing Herculean effort in mind, perhaps not quite all) or most, I find it has had a cathartic effect. I may be able to do this after all. Wish me luck and Remember, if I do it, you have to too!

Tagged

1. Where is your cell phone? Andrew!
2. Where is your significant other? car
3. Your hair color? Brown
4. Your mother? Avon
5. Your father? pre-occupied
6. Your favorite thing? travel
7. Your dream last night? ?!!!- disturbing
8. Your dream/goal? actualization
9. The room you're in? confining
10. Your hobby? reading
11. Your fear? inadequacy
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? -???!!! here!
13. Where were you last night? bed
14. What you're not? Tibetan
15. One of your wish-list items? Dinero!
16. Where you grew up? NJ?
17. The last thing you did? shop
18. What are you wearing? eyeliner
19. Your TV? dusty
20. Your pet? fatter
21. Your computer? Slower
22. Your mood? Grumpier
23. Missing someone? Maybe?
24. Your car? Reliable
25. Something you're not wearing? panties ; )
26. Favorite store? target
27. Your summer? scorching
28. Love someone? 'course
29. Your favorite color? azure
30. When is the last time you laughed? noon
31. Last time you cried? Yesterday

Look at me: the picture of self restraint.
**Was so excited, almost forgot. I nominate:
Brooke
Sally
The Jen's (Jen, Jenny, Jennifer, and sundry others)
Alissa
bloggers all...

...to be NEXT

This is a figment...

2008-09-04T21:15:00.001-07:00

and therefore part of your overly active imagination. My blogging, that is, when I have 38 other things I should be, need to be, doing. But, I find I need to do this more than say blog about the kids first day of school (this is the 5th and 7th time for each of the Biggies, after all) or Bub's scoring of his first goal of the season (again, since it's not his absolute first, does it really count as crucial blogging??) The fact that Andy is finally (geez- the little guy took his first steps two months ago) walking/waddling penguin style (it actually resembles Frankenstein more accurately, but it didn't make for an attractive mental pic; couldn't do him that much of an injustice since I'm already outting his lack of perambulation) should definitely cause some blogging angst. Yet, no. Well, yes, it is still coming soon to a Blogger site near you.

Anyway, I sit before you writing my little heart out because of stinky politics. Yep. You heard me. I am more bound up now than an 8 day constipation would make me. Ewww. Scratch that. You get the drift. I can't decide how to vote! I should already have the candidate's name and 80 kilowatt Grin tattooed on my lower back already! *This is not to be taken literally. I only have so much room on said back after all and elections come every 4 years, or sooner if including local...)

The point is, I am not etching either Obama or McCain's name in any sort of wood pulp ever. I sinply do not heart either one and I have tried hard. Now that the VP's are in it too- even worse. I mean, Palin for Pres is on the rise after what, 6 days? Biden didn't exactly stay out of the kitchen with his patronizing 'good looking' response to Palin. Seriously, that's what you have to say about her??

On the other hand, she did come out swinging. Or should I say biting, mastiff style. Gotta say, after hearing her speechifying, the girl's got talent. She was made for politics with her: needle-sharp wit (and a great writing staff), good looks and charm-a-plenty(hey, I can say it- I'm a woman, and DANG, she's hot), pit-bull mentality (that one could come back to bite her- and already has), combined with mass appeal (she's a middle class hockey Mom, kinda. ) What's not to like about that? Meanwhile, she underscores McCain's pro-life policy with her erstwhile seventeen year old >who plans to keep the baby and marry the now infamous boyfriend, while her special needs child tugs the heartstrings of any who have some. (Am not mentioning the Female part of things. SO obvious and overstated.)

She takes her opponent unawares with a surprise lefty delivering a sharp 'community organizer' quip, trucks in a sideways jab with her Scranton/San Fran taunt, hooks him hard with her entrenched interests and power broker gibes, and lays on a muscle-packed uppercut with her drilling/pipeline allusion, among several notable other direct hits.

All I'm saying is, she complicates things. >Do people elect a pres merely for an appealing vp? Don't count out Obama and Biden- they're in it to win it. The rabbit punches are already coming, fast as, well rabbits. They have some fancy footwork to exhaust/confuse and have a sharp eye out for the counterpunch with the ruthlessness to draw blood. This one'll definitely be a bleeder folks while they duke it out for the swing voters like me. I guess I'll just wait it out til there's one left standing.

Savin some for later

2008-07-01T23:05:00.000-07:00

I have lost control...of the spoon.

Guess who has it?
The opening is around here somewhere. If I could just find it...

I'm afraid he insists, and there's no turning back now.

Gloating is so unnecessary. And rude.

Nor is there any quiet wrestling to win back some measure of control. Come to think of it, there's no quiet anything, now that he's found his lungs. Yup, they're workin.I've seen that look before- wasn't it at Thanksgiving?

It's no wonder he's low on weight- very little makes it in. Just on, under, over, and generally all around. It's a work in progress.

He wins; to the victor go the spoils.

Tutorial: Changing the Date on a Post

2008-06-30T07:56:00.000-07:00

As per request: Those of you who have Google Reader, which monitors favorite blogs and sites for new content, have wondered if my post, appearing new to you yet having an old date, is really new. Rest assured, it is. The reader does not have some strange bug nor is it leading you astray. I simply change the posting date; this can be done at any time, pre or post-posting. I do this to reflect the actual date the event occurred, particularly useful to me since I am the quintessential blogging slacker, and because I wish the Hartman Annals to appear chronologically. If you want to know the how-to, read on.

How to Change a Posting Date:

Select 'New Post' option at the top left of your blog.
You should automatically land on 'Posting Tab' .
Click on 'Post Option' located at the bottom left.
'Post Date and Time' will appear at the bottom right with a text box beside each.
Make changes at will.
Publish post.

Andy's First

2008-06-20T21:43:00.000-07:00

HaPpy BirThdaY to a 1 Year old.

Just can't wait. lemme at em.

The Boy likes cake.

The future foretells: Days after, we are still digging out baseball lacing a la crimson creme from his ear canal.

Weeks beyond that, a stale cake crumb will be found in the folds of his armpit.

Months later, errant morsels and latent frosting will be discovered in hidden crevices and heretofore unexplored crannies.

Until, it is again a birthday. At which he will, cookie monster style, descend and destroy, crumbs a flyin'. Again. But, for now it's great to be One.

Barbeque and Camping Day

2008-06-16T11:40:00.000-07:00

Ok. Otherwise known as: Father's Day.

I, the constantly guilt-ridden (shoulda been a Catholic), am feeling bad about something; my parents finally move here after years of role-reversed nagging, and we aren't even here for Dad's 1st Father's day with us. So, my apologies are extended in a sincerely offered note of regret.

That said, we did (guiltily, of course) have a lot of fun at Dinosaurland (alas, no pics made it- what can I say? Those dinosaurs are voracious eaters. Luckily, we went armed with sandwiches.) And Flaming Gorge - where the area is beautiful, but the fishing less than generous (meaning no fish at all. Sad. Hot. Rather boring if you ask me.)

When all was said and done, the best part of the trip, you know, the one thing/event/place the kids can't stop talking about, was the mini 'KOA Kabin' we stayed in. Andrew did have a traumatic moment the first nite, however. He, unbeknownst to us, slithered under the bed and fell asleep, then loudly awoke when he couldn't rollover at 2am. Since we were in deep, exhaustion induced sleep, not to mention utter darkness, it took us (me) a frantic and extended (ok, 9 minutes- but who's counting) amount of time to find him. Meanwhile, Roxie, ever the sympathetic mutt, joined Andrew in protest of the situation. I'm fairly sure the mass exodus by the other campers might have been pre-planned, but the extra thanksgiving in their hearts at leaving was all us. Silver lining: at least we had solid walls around us. Other campers, you can thank us later.

The Hartman Ritual- it's now required, oh boiled ones.

Morgan, fresh from her other camping trip (pre-burned, but only slightly this time), Jared, and Andrew. In the very back, behold our Kabin. The kids are sad this is all we got of it. Therapy will ensue shortly.

The token pic of me: to prove I was there. Thx, little mIss.

School Daze

2008-06-02T20:00:00.000-07:00

The school part refers to the kids; the daze, me. I can't believe the school year is over already (something I say each year at summer's end. Boy, am I repetitive.) But, really, it's over? I find myself waxing nostalgic at the end of the year. A kind of days gone by regret- I wish I had done...moments missed, activities un-numbered. The days seem to be speeding up like a car accelerating on the freeway and I am sad. (I can guarantee to have the same lament at summer's end as well, tho I may choose not to torment you with it. I'll simply refer you to current posting. Ahhh, the favors I grant.)

Thus, here I am, belatedly cataloguing the past year's sad ending. Farewell, 3rd grade. And a sad so long to 5th. Here comes summer.

Morgan and Mr. Bunker, a favorite teacher.

5th Grade Dance: the Cha Cha.

Jared with Ms. Mattinson: just a tiny crush on his cute teacher.

3rd Grade Dance

Fan club Pres.

A groupie. (Brynn)

Engrossed. Those Hartleys just can't get enuff.

Red Rock Happiness

2008-05-26T08:51:00.000-07:00

Every year (excepting one), we have gone to Moab.
The past few years, we've hit the Moab Arts fest with the kids, minus the hubbys. Apparently, the hubs have long since met their Arts quota. We haven't, however.

Last year, the big smash was the Giant Slingshot. Actually, I don't know what it's called. All I know is once the kids saw it, they couldn't forget it. Which means, neither could we. Now, we have to top it.

This year, the sleeper hit was the skate park. No skates involved for our crew tho. Just heelys for the Hartmans and scooters for the Stewarts. (Morgs did Hijack a scooter at one point. That poor child never saw it coming...don't worry, no permanent damage was done.) Not really. I just stated it that way for alliterative purposes.

One of the best things about the arts fest is the children's corner. They organize free activities (art, of course) and entertainment round the clock for as long as the fest is open. They always love the magician (he even made it to the big stage this year. Don't scoff. That's big time.) You can always count on an interminally long, scorching hot, sweaty wait for lightning streaks, butterflies, snakes, and flowers. There might even be a cloud or two. Very tame, rather small, generally minor stuff- hardly worth the wait in Moms eyes.

However, we pulled out all the stops. Well, technically, we had nothing whatsoever to do with it, besides the aforementioned waiting. Did I mention how hot it is in the line?? I keep looking for heat lamps incognito, but so far, nada. At any rate, somone got creative all over Bubs and Jules faces. And I mean All over their faces. If we could have seen through the thickly spackled paint, we'd have seen two beaming, I mean shade your eyes from the glare, kids under it.

Monster mash and Geisha girl

Immediately after, we retire to the The Money Pit, conveniently situated next to the chilldren's corner. Where, wonder of wonders, is The Pond (ie. blow up pool) complete with boats (of the paddling variety), sponges (of the dollar store variety), and one interfering yet well meant 'ride operator' (typical fair variety). Technically speaking, that would be Morgs and Jules, but traditionally it's the one charging and enforcing the payment of the astronomically expensive, ridiculously small pieces of cheap construction paper labelled 'TICKET', of which surrendering several at once is required. (Don't worry. I have two of them and I really won't miss the right one much; I will quickly master writing with the left. You'll see.)

Anyhoo, Morgs and Jules could not contain their excitement, since this was the very first time this 'ride' was here and there was no waiting (a big draw for all of us). Pipes and Bubs, the jaded 9 year olds, set their minds to the proven high of the Slingshot, rather than the watery thrills this one might lack.

As you can see, however, thrills is what they got. Apparently, the ticket taker, possibly to attract more than the 4 more interested would-be-boaters, decided to make it a little more interesting, becoming actively involved in the be-wetting of the riders. Utilizing running hose, now airborne sponges, and splashing hand, he did a thorough job.

Unfortunately, something wasn't waterproof.

Giesha girl meets water.

Sadly, none survived the 6 minute ride. (I know, we thought it was extraordinarily long too.) Jules was all smiles, even as Jen wiped off, mid-chuckle, all of her Geisha makeup. I think her makeup might have lasted all of 8 minutes. Maybe a touch more since none of us could stop laughing at her makeup-run face.

After all the excitement of the day, neither of us Moms were surprised when all four big kids were found sleeping on the ride home.

Bated Breath

2008-05-22T12:27:00.000-07:00

ALthough I should be blogging about the fun girls nite w/Laura, Miss Jen, and Bon (luv to u all), I will simply direct u to Laura, the Wonder Blogger, where she has miraculously blogged about it, as usual, approximately 2.4 minutes after it happened. How'd u get home and on the computer so fast L?

No, I'm really scratching an itch via blog- I am obsessed. I never thought I was one of 'those' people, the crazies, who just can't let something go. Of course, any one of you probably noticed that long before spotting the lopsided eye (yur gonna look now, aren't ya) or the occasional but insistent peek-a-boo strap (v-back bra straps are not modesty's friend.) No, turtle Traci has just now realized (so much for that expensive education) that I am queen 'o the crazies (ya know I'm pulling a leg, right?)

OK. Fine. Impatient reader. My point: I finally found a bag I want bad enough to >dramatic pause< pay full price for it. (Me Praying: Plees let Lee not read my blog til this is longgggg gone. Amen.) But now I wait...and wait....and wait while it's being made (yippeee.) This is like waiting for an ordered meal to arrive after you've just completed a two day fast (whatever)- 'is there really a need to pluck the whole thing and bake it? Just nuke it already!'- or so it seems.

A trifle on the busy side 4 me, yet amazingly, still I luv it.

Pockets on both sides.

Close 2nd:

Sadly, pockets on one side only. A shame.

Thank you. Consider itch scratched.

Morgan's Violin Concert

2008-05-17T23:01:00.000-07:00

Her last, if she has anything to say about it. Therefore, blog-worthy. Must document the talent while it exists. She played beautifully and was very composed (minus one runaway giggle), something she's worked on throughout her concert-playing tenure.

Love you Little Miss.

Diligence amidst distraction.

right to left: back row- Henry and Reuben. front row- ??, Madeline, Megan, and Morgan.

Luminous and poised

The unofficial chamber group.

Resting between numbers.

No reason, just because

2008-05-10T23:41:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I just can't help myself- they're so cute. (Note: This surge of love could be prompted by the fact that when I got home from shopping, yup another good reason in and of itself, they had cleaned the house, top to bottom, inflamed by Dad's 'insistence' no doubt. It remained clean for about a nonosecond, but at least we got degrimed first.)
Not my fav pics, but in the words of Pooh, "It'll do pig, it'll do."

Happy Birthday Honey

2008-05-01T22:09:00.000-07:00

One of several commemorative celebrations in honor of the Old One. (harharhar. No matter what, you're still older!)

"Hey old man, let me help you with that."

"Could someone please rev this party up? We're falling aleep over here."

The star of the party (Dad thinks its him, but we know better.)

It's a birthday sing-a-long: Happy Birthday to You

The Graduate!

2008-04-26T21:44:00.000-07:00

And here's proof (it's unofficial, but unless they rent the cap and gown to just any goon, here he is after ten+ prolonged, grueling, brain-busting years: The Graduate.)

Congrats little bro- u did it!

Happines and releif..with just a touch of 'can-we-go-now'.

Celebrating.
Grad & Dad.

Can we handle the excitement? Not Miles, nor his cousins- only too happy to help hold the sign.

Grad +16 Elated family members.

A proud Isaac. His Hero: Dad.

*Karen, I was sooo tempted to put the sob-a-thon image up 'cause it's so sweet. But, I reconsidered since I figured you wouldn't love it as much as I.
No thanks nec.

Best o' the Best

2008-04-24T16:49:00.000-07:00

Not sure u've ever read the'Best of Craigslist', but u are missing out on at least a chuckle, at most some belly laughs. 'Best' Browser Beware: screening is a must for those with delicate sensibilities. Since I am made of coarser stuff apparently, let me do the preview for u. This is the best of April, thus far. Read on, and ready your laugh mode:

Date: 2008-04-06, 7:59PM EDT
FREE: Giant Lawn Ornament

FREE: BACKHOE ATTACHMENT
I have 1 free backhoe attachment. Approx wt. 1000-1500lbs. It has been sitting in my yard for the last 4 years. It came from someone else's yard for 8 years prior. Time for it to go.
Be the envy of your neighborhood with this in your yard. Put it out on the front lawn, that way everyone will see it. Your neighbors will be envious, and you will be proud.
THERE ARE THOUSANDS OF USES FOR THIS ATTACHMENT:

Have a neighbor who pisses you off?, Put it on the property boundry, that way he will have to look at this every day.
Need a place to tie the dog to for the day? He'll never move this thing.
When you have your 4th of July BBQ, This is a great conversation starter. You can brag how you will strip it, paint it, and how well this thing will work after you put all that work into it.
A lovely place to hang your tarp! Makes a unique cooler for that 4th of July party or trellis for those rambling briars. Bragging rights - yup, worth mentioning twice.
F.A.Q.

Q: Can u load this on my trailer?
A: No my wife is a wimp. It will have to be partially dismantled. I have a loader that can lift approx 500-700 lbs.
Q: Can u hold this for a couple of months till I decide I don't want it?
A: NO; 1st person to arrive gets it.
Q; Do u think my wife will be pissed if I came home with this?
A: No The only thing about this that will upset your wife, is that she did not find it first, that way she could surprise you.
Q: Would you be able to deliver this fine piece of equipment?
A: SURE; why not, if you like, I can also dismantle it, strip the paint off it, repaint it, lubricate it, deliver it, reassemble it, and make sure it is in fine working condition, all for a GEE, THANKS ALOT MAN.

In closing, this is free, you need to move it, it needs alot of work, it does have a value, but not to me. (THIS IS NOT FOR THE FEINT OF HEART, IF YOU ARE NOT SURE ABOUT THIS, NOT SURE IF YOU CAN FIX THIS, OR NOT SURE YOU HAVE THE TIME FOR THIS, DON'T BOTHER)
THIS COULD END UP BEING A GIANT LAWN ORNAMENT IN YOUR YARD. We've enjoyed it - now it's your turn.

Girl Time

2008-04-20T23:23:00.000-07:00

Sorry ladeez- but these are the only fotos i got o' the occasion, and it must be documented for posterity, and myself when Alzheimer's/senility (whichever hits first) sets in. Sadly, we were few in number, but loud in voice, high in spirits, and to the regret of the employees, late in leaving. After all that, none of us are giving Napolitalia high marks foodwise. Seriously, that's the best pizza Utah County has to offer??

Happy Birthday Miss Jen (what? 29 again? Me too!)

I see everyone got the memo- Nice color conformity.

It only comes once a year...which seems all too often lately.
Livin it up anyway.

- luv ya!

Easter Sunday

2008-03-26T22:28:00.000-07:00

I'd really like to say we celebrated in our Sunday best, but we degenerated into everyday wear moments after church. I didn't even get a pic o' the fam in their Annual Easter Finery (thank you Easter candy- the gift that starts immediately and just keeps on givin in spite of our best efforts otherwise. How, just how I ask you, does milk chocolate and something pink? appear on Andrew's shirt-who didn't even have any chocolate- next to the bib, on Bub's tie, and on Morgan's skirt ensemble) And we all coordinated too (waaaaahhhh.) I even slaved away and made Miss a skirt (purely out of desperation, mind you.) Me! Good thing I'm not a vain, shallow person who thinks coordinating outfits make the Holiday. Those people oughta be shot (since mine wasn't worn long enough to be appreciated by all and sundry.)
J/K, I spose. Don't worry, therapy worked, I'm over it.

*Will (possibly...not probably...never) upload a pic of the baskets- a sure case of 'my basket runneth over' since there were 200+ eggs, 6 participating kids. Those are good odds.

Here we are. Happy Easter.
Morgs and Bubs with their culinary masterpiece.

Moments before mass pandemonium.

Morgs posing; Alissa, hanging out.

Lemme at 'em.

What's candy??

This is fun and all, but what's all the excitement over plastic about?

Hope you like 'em boiled

2008-03-26T18:21:00.000-07:00

OK. It's a little late. But I was in the mood for eggs. Too bad they've already been eaten. I suppose it's never too late to admire them however. At any rate, here's MnM, Bubs and Madison with their snazziest creations (thanks to the Beaumonts-namely Mary.) Myana and Drew kept cozy, if sopping, in the sink. She loved it. Andrew, not so much. Both were soaked. Got gills anyone?

A New Discovery, a Current Fav

2008-03-19T21:52:00.000-07:00

Nothing worth trumpeting, but I am in luv with a new song/songwriter. It isn't just her simple lyrical harmonies, but her ballad-like sentiments. Check it out (second to last on my playlist.) may you fall head over heels as I have. It's good to luv. At any rate, here are the lyrics. Think about it:

Breakable

Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts.
So it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess,
And to stop the muscle that makes us confess.

And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.

You fasten my seatbelt because it is the law.
In your two ton death trap I finally saw.
A piece of love in your face that bathed me in regret.
Then you drove me to places I'll never forget.

And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.

And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls-
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls-
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.

(Speaking about meaningful music, check out The Fray, How to Save a Life, also deep and therefore beautiful. The back story: Slade, the lead singer, was a mentor at a camp for troubled teens. This is his story about an unreachable boy chock full of problems and how his loved ones tried to reach him. Or, What Sarah Said, by Death Cab for Cutie, where he explores love and death. After absorbing it's significance, you almost need a moment of silence as tribute. Pure poetry- poignant and captivating.)

11+ Minutes you won't regret losing

2008-03-18T19:39:00.000-07:00

Watch this lecture on attaining your Childhood dreams, and you won't regret it. This is a lecture given by a dying professor. it's his last one. And, it's worth the time.

http://video.stumbleupon.com/#p=ithct48cqw

Pre-Easter Hunting in Earnest

2008-03-13T20:25:00.000-07:00

Have you ever noticed that anything and everything is adorable in miniature? It could be dog ugly, but if you make a mini version, suddenly it's de-liteful.

So here's my dilemma.

Easter is around the corner, and Morgan is getting ever bigger. Don't worry, she still ranks as super-cute in my book. Unfortunately, the Easter dresses in her size, don't. I have been everywhere. Unsuccessfully as you might have already guessed. (Aren't you smart.)

I'm about ready to call it quits. Except, I'm no quitter. Instead, I call on all of you: help me. Please? I need a lovely (but will settle for merely attractive at this point) pink, white, green or yellow (unless it's captivating, and available, in a different color) economical (be reasonable) Easter dress (or shirt/skirt ensemble) preferably with sleeves (unless a stunning sweater is available for a song, though dancing is better). If I ask for shoes, is that pushing it? Ok, I won't ask.

Oh, and a matching/coordinating tie for Bub's (sorry kid, it's all about the dress.) Not to mention one for Andy (not mandatory- he can't speak his displeasure, tho I'm confident if he could, it would not be about the lack of coordinating Easter ties.)

Can you stand how easy to please I am? (Yeah, neither can Leroy.)

Tagged!

2008-03-10T15:36:00.000-07:00

Instructions:

Four people will be tagged.
You have to answer the questions, then post on the person tagged, let them know they are tagged, and then they post the answers. It is always fun to learn more about people!!!

10 Years Ago I was: A wife of 5 years and a new mother of two (Bub's was almost 5 months old, Morgan had just turned two.) We were living in Indiana, 7 doors down from Leroy's Uncle Jimmy & entourage, and 13 doors the other way from his Dad and Stepmom. I was also Young Women's pres, vteaching 6 people (they were not close either), and was on the tail end of a stake mission. Leroy was working, in school (Purdue), and coaching High School a girl's basketball team (he was non-existent. I went to games or practices to see him.) Those were the exhausted years.

5 Things on my To Do List Today:
1-Attend school
2-Pick up Andrew
3-Pick up kids
4-bake cookies with Morgs (new recipe, will report)
5-FHE

Things I would do if I became a billionaire:
1-Buy a really great cabin! (do i hear an echo??)
2-Share the wealth with: causes I feel are important, friends, and family.
3-Put money in accounts for the future education, missions, & weddings of my children!!!
4-Travel with the fam. ( I want to take the kids to a 3rd world country- we are far too entitled. Then to Hawaii? Gotta throw some fun in there.)
5-Invest (the Market, and local businesses)
6-Finish school
7-Find a plot o' land

3 of my bad habits
1-Apologizing
2-Neuroticizing
3-Not exercising

Places I Have Lived other than here:
1-Valparaiso, IN
2-Rockaway Township, NJ
3-Colonial Heights, VA
4-Charleston, SC (SC 2x)
5-Belleville, IL
6-Memphis, TN (2x)
7-Jonesboro, AK
8-Rexburg, ID
9-Richland, WA (WA 3x)
10-Oceanside, CA
11-Seoul, Korea

Jobs I Have Had (that Paid?)
1-Library
2-Grocery store checker
3-Many burger joints (I am multi-talented in this venue)
4-Receptionist
5-Framer (of art)
6-Newspaper delivery
7-Babysitter

Things Most People Don't Know About Me:
1-I have a bald spot on my head (only noticeable in high winds)
2-I have been in three brochures (have only seen two: for work, but was told of another: for Ricks).
3-I have no naturally occurring birthmarks.
4-I can wear a size 2 shoe in girls.

YOU ARE TAGGED:
Alissa
Brooke
Tammy
Crystal

A gift from Me to You

2008-03-06T09:11:00.000-08:00

If you have been a mother for any length of time, you (and this is virtually 100% guaranteed) have felt like a crappy mother. No one knows as well as you your failings, mistakes, and do-over moments (though the kids may think they do).

Well, ladies. This is a moment for you. Anytime you need a pick-me-up-see-I'm-not-that-bad-moment, here's one ready made and in black and white.

Read on:
"[We were ready to leave the Ikea parking lot when] this chick pulls up next to us. I was busy putting the boys in their carseats when I hear this lady talking to Greg. I could hardly believe what she was saying. She asked Greg if he was in a hurry. I am sure Greg thought what I thought..she needs help loading something in her car...which was just fine because he does have awesome muscles..(at least thats what I hear him telling himself every morning in the mirror!) Oh, no..just wait. Greg said he had about ten minutes before he needed to leave for an appointment. She proceeded to tell Greg that her CHILDREN had fallen asleep in the car and was wondering if he would watch them while she shopped. That was about when my jaw hit the freaking pavement. I should have gone over and questioned her right then and there but I was in shock.. instead I told Greg he didn't have time. But, Greg is way way WAY too nice. He said, well, I have ten minutes but that is it. She said, "oh, well, how long are the lines? I'm not sure I can be that quick." Greg told her they weren't to bad and there she went. She ran off into the store. She didn't ask us our names or anything. So here we sat in the IKEA parking lot watching some lazy unfit parent go into shop while we watched her children. No joke. Poor kids. When she ran off I seriously said some choice words and then in typical "Becky Fashion" I started looking around smiling and wondering where that camera was. Was I being punked and if I am, I just said a potty word. I couldn't help myself. What kind of mom leaves her children with complete strangers? I know we are in Utah and I know Greg and I look like "upstanding citizens"..okay maybe just Greg does because she didn't ask me...but say we decided to take the kids..or even better..ditch the kids because we waited so long. I couldn't get over it. Greg thought it would be funny if we just moved the car so when she got back she freaked out....oh funny until you get arrested Greg for kidnapping!!!!! That would be a real knee slapper. Anyways we waited and she came back about ten mintues later and just said thanks and hopped into her car."

There you have it, if you've never done that, you are ahead of at least one person in this world. If that doesn't reassure you about yourself, I don't know what it's gonna take. (Of course, there are so many other angles you could take about this story, but none of them fit my purpose, so it can wait for your comments!)

Have a Great Day, and Happy Parenting!

Double digits +1

2008-02-26T18:37:00.000-08:00

It's birthday time for our numero uno kiddo. We luv ya sis. Here's Morgs and her week-long Birthday jubilee. Since Leroy wasn't here for her actual birthday, we extended it into several mini celebrations. Lucky Eleven festivities included: a family party, bday breakfast, super celebratory supper, girl's only gala, family-n-friend party, & school party.

We are so glad Morgs is in our family. Must admit- it's soooo fun to have a girly girl!! Have a Happy, Little Miss. All our love to you on your special day!

An Ode

2008-02-20T15:34:00.000-08:00

to the greatest invention ever: the google reader. Much like Google earth, it gives you an overview of places you care about and a whole lot more if you so choose. Only, instead of seeing your house, you see the latest blogs/website of anyone and anything you want to regularly follow. (This is going in entirely new directions now- reminiscent of stalking, internet style.)

ANyway, it updates the latest blog entries for you. It comes to you rather than you going to each and every 'it'. Like an email inbox. Genius. Why didn't I think of that!

For those of you who enjoy a perpetual treasure hunt, do not follow this link. You will be sorely dissatisfied to find that by doing so (along with adding everyone's blog addresses) your personal hunt for red october will cease. But, never fear, Traci's here. If this does happen, despite your best intentions, you are invited to my house where I will supply you with many other things to hunt for (mateless socks, disappearing keys, errant homework, the battery cover for one of 13 remotes, a single AAA battery- that's gotta be a gimme- it's still in it's pack of 36!, my husband after 6pm, Bubba when 'shopping' is mentioned, Morg's when it's chore time...it could be endless bliss.)

For the rest of you, here's the address:
http://www.google.com/reader

An Attempt

2008-01-29T15:16:00.000-08:00

I was happy when I first heard the news, but later hit at some point, and it was a different emotion altogether. I have tried to write something about the passing of the Prophet repeatedly. As you can tell by my prolific blogging and the constant maudlin blathering, I've gone overboard. (Sarcasm in writing doesn't always translate. DIdn't know til now.)

It's gotten to where I'm verbally constipated in other areas of my life as well. I think the problem stems from the inadequacy which any words of mine have in expressing my feelings about it. Particularly as there are so many other ones floating around in cyberspace, some so well written I want to plagiarize their words as representation of my own sentiments. Even now, determined as I am to say something, anything, my fingers wander away of their own accord in this unworthy side-note slash excuse for my absence.

Did I mention I attempted to go to the viewing? Again, I attempted, while Leroy succeeded. Why? At any rate, I made my northern pilgrimage in a vain attempt (here's that word again) at I-don't-know-what. All I know, is when we arrived, the conference center more resembled an army of ants at a leftover picnic than the sparse lines of solemn mourners I had imagined. Maybe hoped for.

When we were told (by Jamie, from our last ward) that it was a good 5 hour wait, hope, which I didn't realize I had, adjourned. I felt like a child who's favorite toy has been taken over by that alien, and no good, other child and I have no way of knowing that I'll get it back. Not that the prophet is my personal toy. At any rate, as we stood on the street corner waiting for the light to change, my biggest urge was to wail. Sound melodramatic? Since I didn't want to scare the kids, or my companion street crossers, I suppressed the urge. No strait jackets for me today.

Eventually, i managed to swallow the knob of sadness and even enjoyed the rest of the evening surrounded by the other thwarted mourners as well as the wax figures of past Prophets, afterwards eating banana pie with Miss and Bubs. Much like any other Friday night.

Here I sit, mostly happy, generally consumed with everyday living. But every now and then, I am momentarily sad again. That is, until I remember that he has had a happy reunion with a dearly missed eternal companion, lived a life of no regrets, and is free from a sick and tired 97 year old body. ANd, that Thomas S. Monson will not just attempt, but succeed in being a great Prophet.

I leave you with another's sentiments anyway. My words alone were not enough. Maybe his will be.

I pledge Allegiance...

2008-01-21T18:20:00.000-08:00

to the Bumbo seat.*

Here's to being a bad Mom; I love the bumbo seat, nay love is too common a word for the intense affection I feel for this present-day miracle worker. I know, I know. It's a safety hazard to infants everywhere. Don't I know it's been recalled? I suppose if anyone wants to liken my love for Andrew with my refusal to ban the bumbo, I will come out stinking like the Narcissus ('fragrant', my foot- have you ever smelled one? The stench is by no means pleasant, as implied by use of the word 'fragrant' in it's package description.) But, I digress.

The point is, there are moments or things which we cannot remember a time before. Husbands. Children. Owning a home. Domestic slavery. Etc. Such is true of the Bumbo.

Andrew, by the time he is steady enough to graduate from it's soft, yet simultaneously firm, azure embrace, will probably have a bumbo shaped bum for years to come. By that time, we will likely have to use the jaws of life to extricate him from it (I swear we could write 'Gone with the Wind II" by the time he's a stabile sitter.)

Until that time, I am savoring it's existence in my heretofore unpriveleged world. To all the bumboless, save yourself many futile moments daydreaming of growing additional arms. Think of the expense saved: bumbo seat- $40. new wardrobe to accomodate new arms- $700 (this is a custom wardrobe we're talking about here). Countless mutually satisfied moments (yours, your baby's, and anyone rescued from holding him/her whilst attempting another task)- priceless.

And to the bumbo have's, welcome to a bright new future: just you and your bumbo (and your baby).

*Caution: Since they can fall out, it's best used on the ground or very closely supervised. This writer takes no responsibility for it's use, abuse, or any accident that may befall it's occupant.

All choked up

2008-01-04T19:10:00.000-08:00

Well, we're all done.

It's official and irrevokable- Andrew's ours! We were sealed in the Mount Timpanogos temple on Friday, December 28th. It was such an incredible experience and everyone seemed to be especially benign and congenial there. Of course, sympathy could have been inspired by the constant sniffles and errant black tears, but we'll take kindness on a special day (or heck, any day) regardless of the motivation.

Funny how trivial things unravel a string of others. Just walking the kids into the temple youth center brought home my own walk into another temple nursery some 32 years prior. I remembered so clearly all the ladies in white, several cribs, the layout of the room, and many coloring books. (But, most of all, i remember being bored - my parents had endowments to do at the same time and they were of the old school variety!)

What I don't remember was the actual sealing. I'm surprised because, of course, that's all I'll recall about this one- What a moment. They were so beautiful in their spotless white ensembles: Morgan in her frosted pearl floor-length dress, and Bubba in a dwarfed replication of Dad's white shirt and tie. They were wreathed in smiles- even Andrew. He was exquisite; they had brought him straight from napping, his little red cheeks and clear blue eyes contrasting with his creamy porcelain skin and the snowy white of his gown. He put his hand on ours and kept it there throughout the sealing, looking from Leroy to me and back again for the duration. Near the end, he gave me a luminous, delighted grin- which set me off into the 'ugly' cry. (You know, the one where you can't contain your lip twitch, your face crumples like a wad of paper, and black rivers stream down your face.) Fortunately, I was otherwise engaged and didn't care until later.

Regardless, the moment was sublime. It still seems like a picture in a children's book, but rather than some anonymous faces caricatured there, they're ours.

Although we weren't able to get our group together in the traditional group foto posed before the temple, the sisters did get permission for a brief all white pic of our family outside. Which I don't have yet, it being held without bail or parole on Dad's camera until the sentence is served and is freed from it's dark Canon detention center. Talk about cruel and unusual. The moment of its release, you can be assured of a media frenzy by numero uno.

Until then, I recline in blissful and utter relaxation to collect and compose myself ... but the alarm goes off, and chaos reigns again. We're back from the Magic Kingdom. And I don't mean Disneyland.

Check out my Slide Show!

2007-12-21T21:22:00.001-08:00

1 Down,

2007-12-21T19:23:00.000-08:00

2 More to go.

Today was our Adoption. He is officially and federally ours. Yippee. Will post pics when I receive them.

This morning was a bit stressful for unknown reasons. You can just say I was tense. It didn't help that our attorney, the very experienced Randy Kester called this morning and casually announced he would not be there. The conversation went a bit like this:

Randy: "Something, something, something-and by the way I won't be there-something, something..." WHOAAA.
Me: What??! Whadja say? Who WILL be there?!
Randy: "Oh, you'll be fine, he's great. He's Tyler Young and he's a son of one of the partners."
My response: Is he even an attorney?? How many adoptions has he done?
His: "Oh, this is his first, but it'll be fine." (It turns out he was nice, nervouse, and nice lookin. What was I complaining about?)

Anyway, do you feel where I was at 'tense-wise'?!

Not to mention, Leroy forgot what time it was ('I thought you said it was at 3 o'clock.') which means he was late. Did I mention that, in the flurry of leaving late, we forgot the diaperbag? And, that Andy woke this morning with green snot all over his face and a fever? Did I mention my state of mind??

But, all's well that ends well. Gabe, Karen and Terry were all there waiting (LJ was there with Alyssa, but she got sick and they had to go home.) At any rate, we might have forgotten our camera, bottles, diapers and wipes, but Gabe and Karen remembered theirs. Small miracles do happen.

For the record, Judge Davis has a heart of gold. He was really warm, really patient (with our somewhat fumbling but very nice attorney) and really happy for us. It was interesting hearing him talk about the seriousness of the occasion and how this formality made Andrew, in the eyes of the governemnt, our 'birth' child. I flashed back to what my parents must have heard at my adoption. Full Circle.

Judge Davis also included the kids by asking them questions (like he asked us, only in abreviated form) like how they felt about Andrew, whether they were going to be a good brother/siter, and if they were goiing to be a great helper for Mom. Theya re now lawfully required to do so!

All joking aside, the whole thing was wonderful. Having family there with us really made it special too. But, I loved most that he took a moment to recognize Ibby (our birthmom) for the selflessness it took for her to carry to full term a baby she loved, but couldn't keep and to give that baby a better life by giving him away. Talk about tears. Although, I needed duct tape from the moment I stepped through the metal detectors.

We got great pictures of us and the kids, the kids and the judge, the kids and the robe with gavel in hand, us and family, us and the judge, us and the attorney, the attorney and the judge...you get the picture. Or, you will get the pictures, when I post them.

In the meantime, I am off to CHILL out for a few hours since tomorrow I will be tense in anticipation of next week. The saga continues...

I Bring you Good Tidings of...

2007-12-12T16:39:00.000-08:00

Great Joy.

Unless you already know the tidings, have been reminded of said tidings and are being nagged with these now old, redundant and tarnished tidings. For those of you in this category, my apologies. You can skip to the next blog coming soon (hey! It's a relative term, ok. get off my back already---Don't frown, just kidding. Really.)

For the rest of you, our Adoption, Sealing and Blessing of Andrew dates are set. They are:

Adoption - Friday, December 21, 1:30pm.
Sealing - Friday, December 28, 5:00pm at the Timpanogos Temple (be there half an hour early.)
Blessing - Sunday, December 30, 9:00 am.

We are so excited! If you know us well enough to be reading this blog, you are invited to the Sealing and Blessing (we'd iinvite you to the adoption, but we figure that's overkill.)

Can't wait!

Wading

2007-12-10T15:28:00.000-08:00

Here I sit, wading in...homework. A touch overwhelmed, and my grades are beginning to show it. Am seriously considering lowering my academic standards. I figure I can, since I set them. And also considering what they were before. (Use your imagination, or think back to how serious you were at 18.) Ugh.

At any rate, I decided a lonnnnggg time ago that if I set my standards low, it's much better for my self esteem and even gives me bragging rights. After all, failing is such a drag. Of course this blog entry now means I can never let my kids see this site. Must destroy all evidence... anywho, all you underachievers, show your face. We can start a losers club. I'll be president. Until I get back on track, that is. Until then, a happy mediocrity to you!

I give

2007-10-27T09:18:00.000-07:00

I've been trying to put ea month's recap with individual pics and captions. So not happening. I have succumbed to lame blogging aand pics. Oh wait, this isn't that recent of an occurrence. All is well. Anyway, verbal descriptions of the sad 4 pics that remain:

Man with robe: Ed. Wiccan. Spring Semester. Must I continue?
Dad and Sheryl wtih kids- Sept.
Morgan and unknown boy- Morg's and dance partner Tyson. A naturally gifted dipper, apparently.
Andy and Gavin- Andy 2 wks old. Gavin was huge, eh? (They're about the same size now.)

Details, Details

2007-10-03T21:00:00.001-07:00

So, there may be a few other things that have happened. It's been so long, I must sift for incidental info in my cerebral jelly.

Here's the most interesting stuff, in brief:

March- Went to Puerto Vallarta (Mexico) with Dad and Sheryl (Lee's Parents) and our family. Yes, we traveled with the kids. We swam with dolphins, went on zipline tours, shopped, sat on the beach and ate at fabulous places. It was fun; we managed to avoid 2nd dgree burns even. Well, all except Lee. Par for the course though.

Spring semester I was enrolled in an anthropology class- we had a group project on the Wiccans. It was really fun and I even got my tarot cards and my palm read. FYI: Things have changed. They want green instead of silver. What, no green? they'll take plastic too.

April- Morg's and the entire 4th grade had their couples dance. They learend lots of dances and performed them for us with their partner. Since i have a girl, I can say this: They were so cute!

June- Family reunion in Paragould, Arkansas. It was my Gramma's 90th birthday party. And the first time she's seen my kids (except for Andrew- he hadn't made his appearance yet.) We spent some time with my parents, brother and fam (Terry/LJ), and stayed with my cousin Eva and her fam. Visited my Uncle at his church/school and had a great lunch at...I can't recall. (Don't bother looking that one up.) Tons of fun.

June again- Gavin's born (nephew.) Gabe and Karen's 3rd son. Lots of dark hair and huge. He was 9lbs+. I could have gotten him from the rotisserie section at Costco- for the serious eaters. He's no joke- and seriously cute!

Also June-
Andrew's born on the 19th, at 11:06pm. 6lbs 6oz. 19" long. Blond hair, blue eyes. It was a damp occasion. Notable moment: Standing by Ibby's side, holding her hand and realizing...I'm the Dad. I finally know the helpless, anxious reality of being the Significant Other. I clung to the opportunity to offer ice chips. That pitcher of water was mine- to offer to her. It was crazy. I now have some pity for Dad's everywhere. Don't get excited, it's still a snowflake in a blizzard, but whatever. Kudos to Dad's everywhere! And to us. Yea us (as Morg's would say.)

End of June- finished the math class I had shortsightedly taken. It was complicated, but I finished it. All turned out well.

July- Mom and Dad are here for Gavin's baby blessing and, incidentally - to see Andrew. We got all the grandkids together and got an official family foto of the Dayley progeny. Such fun (as family pictures always are- it's not the kids who need naps, it's definitely the adults.) Celebrating the 4th together was fun too. Sidenote: took Gabe and Karen for their first time to Ikea. Truly a magical moment. I can't believe all the great pictures we got too- who knew Ikea was ideally lit for photo ops??? Settle down folks, I'M JUST KIDDING. I accidently left the camera at home.

August- Got together with some old friends from Ledgewood, NJ for a mini reunion. Although we were sooo late, no one had left yet and we got catch up on current events with all. It was so fun, I think Carolyn and Ruth should Definitely do this again soon.
Oh, and school started for Morgs, Bubs and me. Morgs is in the 5th grade, Bubs in 3rd, and I'm stillllll in college. And will be for the forseeable future. It's been a challenge, but worth it. I'd linger with details, but we can't have you drooling on your keyboard- it's not waterproof.

September-
Dad and Sheryl came to see Andrew. And us. We had a lot of fun tho there were several soccer games for both the kids but they were game enough to attend them with us- the kids loved showing off. While they were here we took side trips to Cascade Springs and Park City and took our usual trip to...Tucano's for dinner. Bring on the protein! But, the most entertaining thing to watch was our new driveway being poured. We Hartman's are forever immortalized in concrete now- including Rico and Roxie, our dogs.

And that's about the size of things.

Helloooo?

2007-10-03T20:44:00.000-07:00

Been awhile, eh? Not that anyone's gonna know I'm even writing again. I suppose I'll write for my own pleasure. Of course, I already know everything that's been happening.

Alright, for all those strangers who couldn't care less this is the cliff notes version of the last... 8? months:

Adopted adorably cute boy. Named him Andrew Hayden Hartman. He's cherubic- seriously, a great baby. (Don't be jealous.) We are all head over heels for him. What a blessing.

Well, that about wraps things up here.

Nice chattin.

*For any who does know me, it's curious isn't it, how much less chatty I am when I have to write it. If I've ever driven you to bedlam with my inane chatter, this is your time. ; )

Volunteer Mania

2007-01-09T10:25:00.000-08:00

SO, school's in, right? In one of my new classes, intro to soc. work., we're required to volunteer at a nonprofit org. I picked the united way. Do you have any idea how big that org is??? CLearly, I didn't. SO I'm surfing away through the pages and pages of suggestions, and every so often I indicate my interest by opting for more info. *Did you know that if you go volunteer crazy, they put the big kabosh on you? (Just imagine the red alert button flashing away; I can hear it now, "We got ourselves another crazy. A real nut job this time.") Just kidding. However, after a certain few, don't ask me how many- I lost track- just know they definitely get alarmed. Now I'm wondering, R they thinking I'll go postal over all the volunteer stress? Either way it'll be interesting how many responses I get. We'll see who's desperate enough to accept the nutjob. Who knows, maybe they all are and I can enlist the fam to vol. with me.

DIscussion #1- Wal-mart: Friend or Foe?

2007-01-04T08:45:00.000-08:00

Question: What do you think of the impact of Wal-Mart on our lives and the American economy? Do you think that the U.S. government should do something about it? Why or why not? --Dr. Chou

My Thoughts:
"I love the idea of a small town grocery store where you walk in and everyone knows you by name, it's as American as apple pie. Ideally speaking that is. But, much as I love the idea of small businesses, and though I feel for them, I also feel we are moving on; nothing stays the same.

We could spend much of our time romanticising about the way things used to be, or we can appreciate what good things there are here and now. Wal-mart does not have that small town appeal. It offers practicality, a way to quickly do the necessities so we can get on with the more enjoyable parts of our lives. Wal-mart is very aware of the various needs of its customers and brings the pricing down within the reach of the majority shoppers as best as it's able.

Although many businesses close because of wal-mart, many people are also employed. Wal-mart has a knack for enticing other businesses, and rsidences too,into the area also. So, to say that Wal-Mart only closes businesses would be mistaken.

Some contend that Wal-mart pays unbelievably low wages and can get away with it because of their market power. But, if I were to get a job at the local Allens, would I not get paid around minimum wage there also? What about other jobs commensurate with the types/level of jobs Wal-mart offers? In essence, walmart offers grocery store wages because it is...a grocery store, and a mechanic, and a pharmacy, etc. Most of these places, do not offer part time employees benefits and try to limit the hours so they can avoid doing so, just as Walmart does. It seems to be the amercian way.

I do feel the government has a right to step in, somewhat like a volleyball referee. What would basketball be but a courtside free-for-all if there were no ref's? Would football or soccer be half as enjoyable if there were not someone there to oversee that rules are being kept, or make impartial judgements? As much as we like to criticise referees, they are necessary. As is government intervention. This is not to say that rigidity in ruling is welcome, but there needs to be some guidance in the form of authority.

Once again, it would be nice going to a pharmacy that knows name when seeing the face. It's great calling a store and actually talking to a real person after just two rings. But, the convenience, the low pricing, the online advantages aren't to be sneezed at either. I dislike spending the majority of my time running necessary errands versus playing soccer with my kids, or getting a head start on my homework. Sometimes I want to just browse to kill time- it's a form of entertainment and it's far better when there's more to see in one place (think of your favorite zoo- bigger is better, right?) So, while I continue to go to my local fabric store where they actually know my quilts, I'll also run into walmart for my family's basic needs, and that forgotten thread. And, if i need a quick haircut while I'm waiting for my tires, I might even throw that one in too. After all, it's the American way."

--T

Lets Discuss

2007-01-04T08:35:00.000-08:00

Any of you reading this entry who know me well, know I am fond of verbal debates/discusssions. Therefore, it would be uncharacteristic of me to omit this feature from my blog.

Recently, I took an online sociology class. Discussion topics were posted weekly, and our assignment was to respond with depth and insight accordingly. In the interest of furthering these discussions, I would like to post some of the discussion questions along with my opinion. Please respond with your thoughts. Not only am I a fascinated audience, but a captive one too.
--T

Rat?!

2006-12-23T13:58:00.000-08:00

I was just reminded I was born in the year of the Rat. May I just state- it's bunk. Or, at least, I want it to be. (As far as I know, the rat is unsavory.) Okay. Maybe I should find out more about it. Still bummed. You know, I don't have an official birth cert. maybe I was really born in the year of the horse. It could happen.

Watch out World...

2006-12-23T13:52:00.000-08:00

Here I am. Again. This is officially my second attempt. Maybe I'll actually blog. And share it. Perhaps, I may even attempt to remember it exists and where. Hmmm. It remains to be seen, of course. but, this is my official prediction. Or, maybe justa wish. Either way, I'm here.

(ps. me and the fam at our 2nd annual End of Summer Bonfire)