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Thursday, July 17, 2008

Nose to the grindstone...

I don't know where that expression came from... but that is what I have been doing today. Keeping my "nose to the grindstone". Busy working, trying to get the piles of paperwork finished, every one paid, balanced, filed, turned in, mailed out, stuffed, sealed, signed and delivered!
Whew! I only have a few more details to wrap up on my desk, then I can focus on getting everything packed and staged for camp on Monday! I am getting really excited!
Tonight I had to go to dog obedience class by myself, since my strong silent mysterious man had to work late again. It's not like he could do anything to help me, but I really like the moral support.
Taylor was really distracted from the beginning... and I pulled out all the "corrections" and she was not even phased. She was in her own little world tonight. Needless to say, not very obedient.
I found myself tearing up under my sunglasses 3 times, then choking back the tears, I would see a glimmer of hope, maybe she is started to settle into things... then she would be all wacky again!
I was so frustrated!!!
Then they brought out the bunnies!!!
OMG!!!
The good news is, no animals were injured or killed in the process, but let's just say I have bruises and leash burns tonight.
The minute we stepped onto the sidewalk headed to the car to go home, she remembered everything she had ever been taught!! She was a perfect little angel!
I could have throttled her, and would have, except I had no more muscle control in my arms from yanking and correcting her all night.
Next week...
CLASS IS OFF LEASH!!!
How grateful am I to be at camp for this lesson.
Good Luck to the teenager and my Strong Silent Mysterious Man!!!

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Update from Grandma in Seattle on the Teenager...

Since the teenager went through security at the airport, he has not looked back!!!

I can't say that I blame him, he is having a fabulous time in Seattle! Who would interrupt all the fun to call their nagging, chore issuing mother at home if they didn't have to!

Just kidding! He is loving his independence I am sure, and I am not offended, just missing him!

I am so grateful he gets to take summer trips to see his grandparents, I remember going to stay with mine every summer, and I have the very best memories, they are priceless to me!
I am even more grateful for digital cameras and email... and especially for my mother for keeping me updated on all the fun!!

Here he is with his cousins grandmother... affectionately known as Tutu!!

(she is very much like a grandmother to him as well, and spoils him just about as much too, they share a love of chocolate truffles!)

Here he is shopping downtown at American Eagle... really good things come from being able to shop for school clothes in a different city than your own... plus there are extra special benefits from not having to take your mother with you! (and this Mom is so relieved they found shoes at Nike town too... it's the biggest fights we have ever had shopping for shoes together... yipee, the shoe shopping is done!!!!! he's super duper picky now, not like me at that age at all... he he he)

And his cousins girlfriend, Gema came by to take him to his cousins State Farm 1 year anniversary party celebration at Wild Waves! How fun they are including him in that.

Gema, is the best! Her sister lives in Boise, so she came over for the Womens Celebration 5k walk last fall and walked with us. I just love her to pieces! Just like her to be so sweet to come by and get him to go with her. (and if he plays his cards right, she works at Nordys... so maybe she will take him to find some more cool clothes for school. I bet she can really get him looking hip and cool).

Towel, flip flops, sunscreen and their off!!!

Another Pre Camp Day in my life...

I am so blurry.... I caught the title of my blog post from yesterday on another blog this morning (you know the new lists that give you the newest posts titles), and it read "climbing the mountain"... okay that sounds intriguing, so I click on it, and as the photo of the mountain starts to load, I am actually thinking to myself... "wonder who ever this is that climbed that beautiful rugged mountain"???? "Wait, that looks familiar".... Then it hit me like a ton of bricks!!! OMG~ that is my post! What a goof!!!

It was almost embarrassing, like the kind where you look over your shoulder to see if anyone saw you... It is a testament to how tired I am though. I still feel horribly sick, so I am not with it AT ALL!! (yeah that's my story, and I'm sticking to it, I am not a lunatic, really).

However, it did bring me to think about how excited I was feeling to read about a mountain climber, and how disappointed I was to find out it was all about a day in the life of someone working working working, who always seems to be behind.

I was wondering how I would spruce up a day in my life, so it seemed more like an accomplishment of the mountain climbing instead of the dreaded list making, and never feeling like I was accomplishing anything, but working so hard not to get it done?

So after realizing I just don't have the energy to be that creative... I decided to post yet another non eventful very long day yesterday.

Monday night, my strong silent mysterious man called and he would be working late.... well all night on a hot rush project for a customer.... so he would not get home until 3am. I never sleep well without him anymore... you would think with the extra room in the bed, I would be feeling like a princess, but somehow the dogs know how to fill up all the space he would have taken up and even more... so really there is less room when he is absent, not more! Go figure.

So he gets home around 3am'ish... I must have gotten some sleep, because I don't remember the time. But I got up and fix him a small bite to eat since they hadn't stopped to eat since lunch break the day before. It made me think of my teenager :( he loves getting up and having a middle of the night sandwich... he would have been all over a 3am snack!

Then at 6:45am the alarm sounds and he is back up and off to work again... I don't know how he does that, I was exhausted! I stayed in bed a few more min. but soon just got up and caught up on some quick house work. Nothing major, just getting some stuff put in it's place, and a quick swipe and wipe down here and there.

Then I got myself ready, printed some lists and reports and out the door to a camp meeting.

It just takes allot of time and preparation and training to pull off a Stake Camp. This is my 1st time at a Stake Camp and my 1st time involved in the planning, it is fun and my experience at Laurel Camp last year is already coming into play to keep us organized and not forget any details... that's me, all over the details... "Men Only" signs for when the guys are in the showers, emergency services contact info for the nearest town, the number to the locksmith (experience is wisdom), lists of girls alphabetically, by cabin, by ward, by level, keeping track of the emergency medical slips, and much much more... So yeah, I'm all over all the little details, that's my job. If it's tedious, they pass it over to me! But I like that stuff too, so it's a hat that fits well.
The training with the cabin mom's and youth leaders lasted until almost noon, then our Presidency went to the stake center to make copies and begin putting together the camp booklets.
Here are my partners in crime.
We hadn't intended on getting all our books done, but may hands make light work, and we were able to keep up with the copier, so the camp books are all done! (***note to self, leave room in the budget to pay those fabulous people in the printing business to do this next year).
I finally left about 2:30pm, and not having eaten all day, I was really weak. I knew I would not make it to camp, if I wasn't better by next week, so I just took my self straight back to the Dr. Do not pass go, do not collect $100 dollars.
I finally got some antibiotics and more cough medicine to kick this stuff, the Dr. said the meds would cover all the upper resp. problems... when I asked her what did she mean by "all" she said the sinus infection, the bronchitis, and the pneumonia! Duh, no wonder I am feeling so wiped out!
So I run from the Dr. get my prescription filled grab some fruit and healthy food at the store and didn't get home until 4:45pm! Needless to say, my dogs were READY to get outside!!
Poor things had been home alone all day long!
I am so grateful for them, they are patient with me when I am being a work aholic, or trying to play catch up in my office. They relax and catch up on their naps....

But they also never let me forget to stop and have some fun play time!!!

All work and no play... is not in Taylors Vocabulary!

So with the long day out and away from home, I still didn't' get my work caught up.

So when my husband called and wouldn't be home again until the middle of the night, I stayed up trying to get to it, but only ended up organizing all the little notes and stickys and bits and pieces of info I had for camp straggled all over the place. So I got my camp binder and all my detailed lists together, organized and filed... ready for camp. Then off to bed at 10:30pm... laid there until 4am, and the hubby finally made it home around 5am, then back out at 9am again today!

So much for a couple of romantic nights out on the town while the teenager is away. I am just feeling lucky to see him much at this point.

It's not mountain climbing, but it's a day in my life. And I am blessed and happy, loved and mostly healthy! It's a good life, and I love every minute of it!

Monday, July 14, 2008

Monday, climbing the mountain...

Today was the day I would be catching up on all the work that has gotten behind since summer started. What a mountian I have created, that I have to climb. Procrastination is one of my least favorite qualities!
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I sat down in my office looking at the piles of work to be done, wondering where to start. It was quiet, and I wouldn't have any interruptions today, so I knew I had to accomplish allot to feel good about my day.
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The piles were pretty big, but I actually had high hopes of sorting them out, clearing them off and getting down to some actual work.
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By mid day, I had many interruptions, but I was still able to clear all the surfaces in my office, get the refinancing paperwork going on the house (yet another project my strong silent mysterious man added to my list of things to do), finish more paperwork on the dreaded identity fraud nightmare, update girls camp lists with all the thousands of changes to who is coming and not coming; shirt sizes; and cabin changes, pick up and begin assembling camp booklets, meet 15th of the month deadlines and payments for clients, put out a few client fires, and take a breather for my visiting teachers who stopped by, plus all the trips back and forth to let the dogs in and out and in and out (I really need a revolving door, where is that teenager?).
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So by afternoon I felt better about my office and now I would be able to dig in up to my elbows and start getting the work done. Just as soon as I met the pump guy and let him in to pump out the silt around our irrigation pump for our community water.
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I walk down to the pump house to let him in and he explains all he is going to do. He was a big and tall man, very professional, and very much into doing a good job for the money we would pay him, and making sure we were very happy with his service. He reminded me so much of my oldest brother, really a big teddy bear. It was so welcoming to have a conversation with him... I really didn't want to come home and work. I came and got things lined up to work tomorrow, and went back to pay him and make sure the gates were all locked up, and took him a cold bottle of water. He was so appreciative, it was super hot here, you would have thought I handed him a bar of gold! (little did I know, that would come later when he presented me with the bill).
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Then I came back home feeling pretty accomplished, this irrigation pump house thing had been hanging over my head for weeks now... finally it was all finished, everything running smooth, and all preventative maintenance in place.
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It was so quiet at my house, so I sent a text to the teenager. He finally replied, he was working, and I know how my Dad is about slowing up his help. So I let him go back to work, so I wouldn't get him in trouble texting on the job.
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My strong silent mysterious man called and would be working really late tonight, so I fixed me and the dogs some dinner and put him a plate to heat up when he did come home.
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I tried to get some more work done, but I am so tired!

I hate those days that you feel like you were super busy, but you look back and really didn't do that much to be as tired as you really are.... I hate that!
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But tomorrow is a new day, I will begin to climb my mountain again tomorrow!

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Sunday, Home Alone...

With the "teenager" in Seattle, and my husband getting the dreaded call to come into work (it doesn't happen often on a Sunday... but in their busy season, it isn't out of character either).... I would find myself home alone on a Sunday morning.
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Oh good, I would get to sleep in...
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NOT!
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Why is it these dogs have to go in and out and in and out, soooo much more often when I am home alone than any other time, EVER!
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So I battle in my head, I could stay home and catch up on allot of things around the house, that have totally fallen off of my list of priorities, but that are totally bugging me to pieces. Or I could do what I know I should do, and get my spiritual starved self to church where I belong.
I knew I really shouldn't take any chances that an Apostle or The Prophet, or maybe Jesus might show up today and I wouldn't be there to meet them! That's the line I give my teenager when he even tries to fake sick on a Sunday morning... it's not really a guilt trip, just creative parenting, right?
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Okay, I just knew I would feel better about myself if I get showered, shampoo'd and smell like a flower, and get a dress on and get myself to church... I knew I would. I couldn't afford to take any side steps on feeling better. So I went.
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My original intentions were to only go to the 1st hour meeting, thinking that would be good enough for me. But then I felt guilty (yep all on my own) and didn't want anyone to see me sneaking out since my family wasn't with me. What a weird guilt trip I put myself on.
The truth is, probably nobody would have noticed if I weren't there!!!
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But seriously, it was good for me. I am glad I went and stayed.
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It was tiny bit weird thinking about sitting by myself, with my bff on vacation with her 8 children, the row with just me on it, would have been obviously empty; compared to how it normally looks. (We are creatures of habit and sit stuffed into this same bench on the same row every week with all 10 of their family... originally I think they were being nice to us, letting us sit with them; but it kind of took... and her littlest one knows my husband always has candy in his suit jacket pocket, so we kind of became a permanent ornament there with them.)
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So I immediately find a spot next to another friend, with a teenage son... I thought it would help fill the "gappiouso" I was having missing my teenager. He gave me funny looks when I would sing too, so I felt right at home. (hey my throat is still a little off from being sick, that's my story).
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For Sunday School, I was slowly walking to class... hoping someone would need me elsewhere so I wouldn't have to go alone... when I walked passed a class with only one young women and her teacher... so I popped in and asked if I could stay and learn what they were teaching this week.
They happily let me sit in, and the young woman knew me well, so I hope it made it less awkward. We got into some good lesson talks together, so I think it went well. And I got to color... I haven't done that in a long time, but it was on my list of things I wanted to do this summer. So there you go! Check, check!
(I know it wasn't where I was supposed to be, but it was a better alternative than going home).
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Then for the 3rd hour I went into RS and standing at the door, looking, thinking I would feel much less guilty now that I have 2 hours under my belt sneaking out now... then I see a new lady I had made friends with that has a dog in Taylors obedience class, and snuck over to sit by her.
Her little American Bulldog "Rocky" is adorable, so we had lots to chat about our pups before class started. So I wasn't uncomfortable at all, and I found out her husband works out of town so she was at church alone with her kids.
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I had forgotten what it felt like to go to church alone, it wasn't as I might have remembered. We just can't forget about our single sisters, and empty nesters, and widows... if they think about their circumstance all the time, as much as I did for the short time I had to deal with it today... they are way to distracted by it. I know I almost let it get in my way of having some really wonderful lessons and spiritual experiences come my way, by staying home.
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When we are feeling inadequate or less needed, alone, or un-important, it is not coming from Heavenly Father. It defiantly comes from a much darker source. HE would not want us to feel that way about ourselves, most especially on the Sabbath Day, but really anytime.
We have great value in HIS eyes, and most often HE will use us to answer prayers of others. So we always need to be where we are supposed to be and not let the advarsary detour us. We must always be prepared to receive HIS instruction and inspiration and possibly be an instrument in HIS hands!

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