Thursday, November 27, 2008

And then....well....

Well, for the past three days I have thought diligently about posting and then ... well... life. I wanted to share a recipe or two and try to take pictures...and then...well...I forgot. We made a cake for my sister's birthday; a wonderful, beautiful, creative cake and then....well...we forgot to take a picture to put it on my blog. Tomorrow when I wake up I am going to work on the cure for my "and then...well..."

Part of that cure involves baby proofing the house. Any ideas anyone for all the things that have collected over the years that kids shouldn't touch and what to do with them? I don't want to keep telling Noah, "No, no...not Noah's!" I mean really the kid is going to start thinking he is in the wrong house.

This is Thanksgiving and I have to talk about things I am thankful for...what kind of person would I be if I didn't post something at all? I am thankful for my husband (even when I'm not), and I am thankful for my son. I am thankful to have family to go and spend time that is disjointed at times but has so much fun together. I love that my family respects each other and cares for one another. I am thankful for my inlaws. I am thankful for mashed potatoes and rolls with gravy. I am thankful for my laptop! I am thankful for friends...I am thankful for a soft bed...and speaking of bed I am going to sleep. GOOD NIGHT ALL and HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Yesterday's blog....wrote it at work...

I am writing this blog while I am at work, but will have to actually post it later on tonight. I just have to get this out while I am thinking about it. I just returned from voting at the Senior Citizen Center in Idaho Falls, Idaho. The women in there that were volunteering were elderly and as Mike and I sat there re-registering (we did register at the fair, but think it didn’t get sent in) we were razzing each other about remembering our old addresses. Mike was saying he wasn’t as high maintenance as me and I stuck my tongue out at him. I realized just how special those little moments are when the lady across the table said, “I don’t have anyone to argue with like that, I just argue with myself sometimes and it has been that way for years.” She was laughing as she said it and then the other lady agreed with her. I asked if they had pets and they both said that they didn’t. I am certain at some point they had someone to go home and fight with or stick their tongue out at. Those moments are special! Don’t take them for granted. Don’t waste them away. Fighting, crying, laughing, screaming, whispering, or just talking in brief moments ARE special and will never be replicated again. They may be mimicked, but never quite the same.

The other reason I am writing right now is that I just returned from voting at the Senior Citizen Center in Idaho Falls, Idaho! VOTING! This is a historic race and I was just a part of history. I JUST WAS a PART of HISTORY! No matter who you voted for you are a part of history this time around. I am so excited that I just had to write about it. Who wouldn’t take part and use the gift that we have as Americans to freely cast a vote for the person that we want to see in the office of PRESIDENT of the UNITED STATES! It’s a right that people have fought and died for, people have marched for and petitioned for.

In Obama’s speech on February 10, 2007 he stated how I feel right now and I am going to change it a little bit to come from my heart.

We all made this journey to vote today for a reason. It's humbling and exciting, but in our hearts I know we didn’t come here just to vote Obama, we came here because we believe in what this country can be. In the face of war, we believe there can be peace. In the face of despair, we believe there can be hope. In the face of a politics that's shut us out, that's told us to settle, that's divided us for too long, we believe we can be one people, reaching for what's possible, building that more perfect union.

I believe in change. The last time I respected a president was when I was little and probably only because of my dad talking about him. It was President Reagan. Since that time it has seemed that the presidency has been a joke! I want a man in office that I can respect, that drives a passion in me, that makes me believe that I am a part of a bigger event in this country. I don’t want someone that wavers back and forth, I want someone that stands firm for what they believe and fights for the majority of the American people.

Monday, November 3, 2008

What is me today...

This was on Melissa's post so I thought that I should fill it out too...

1. Where is your cell phone? Have no idea where I left it...
2. Where is your significant other? In the basement playing video games
3. Your hair color? Colored brown and blond
4. Your mother? Is a wise owl...always watching, always pulls through
5. Your Father? The man I respect more than anyone
6. Your favorite thing? Watching my son learn everything for the first time.
7. Your dream last night? I don't remember dreaming.
8. Your dream/goal? To travel and learn another language and have a baby girl.
9. The room you're in? Living room
10. Your hobby? Oh, if I had time...painting, refinishing, scrapping, etc...
11. Your fear? Losing my family
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Teaching people about God and farming...
13. Where were you last night? At home watching stupid Indiana Jones
14. What you're not? Hmmm....
15. One of your wish list items? A garden
16. Where you grew up? Idaho and New York
17. The last thing you did? Nursed by baby to bed
18. What are you wearing? Still in work clothes
19. Your T.V? All My Children
20. Your pet? Three (Kobe, Madeline, and Ms. Fynn Grey)
21. Your computer? Laptop Apple
22. Your mood? Tired and pensive
23. Missing someone? My sister
24. Your Car? Messy!!
25. Something you're not wearing? Shoes
26. Favorite Store? Barnes and Noble, Downeast Outfitters, and The Container Store
27. Your Summer? Not long enough...
28. Love someone? My husband and my family
29. Favorite color? Blue and Green
30. Last time you laughed? Today - at Noah.
31. Last time you cried? Last week