29 November 2005

Days like today

What a beautiful day! The sun was shining. The weather was a perfect 73 degress and I had stuff to do out of the house. After Rachel woke up from her morning nap, I lunched her, changed her and packed her into the car. Off to our weekly pilgrimage to Target we went. I bought all the things I had on my list--including her birthday party decorations--and was done in less than 45 minutes. Surprisingly it was still only 12:45. I started to drive east toward home, but not wanting to waste the perfect day indoors, headed west instead. There is a playground at Moonlight Beach that I've been wanting to take Rachel to for a while. Today was the perfect opportunity. Rachel had a ball at the playground. She chased the birds, climbed up and down the stairs, walked back and forth across the bridge, let the sand run through her fingers (instead of eating it) and even went head first down the big slide. She was having the time of her life; I was definitely enjoying it too!

It's days like today that make me love being alive; they fill your soul with such happiness. I had so much joy watching my little daughter discover, learn and be happy. Days like today remind me that there is a God who loves us and wants us to have joy. Afterall, "Men are, that they might have joy." Days like today remind me that God has created this wonderful world for us to live in. He has given us sunshine, the ocean, beautiful flowers, and blue skies (not to mention many other things). I don't realize that enough. It's days like today that make me eager to know what tomorrow will bring.

28 November 2005

What kind of a world do we live in?

Tonight I was doing laundry. We live in an apartment complex and do not have the luxury of having a washer and drying in our apartment, so I have to go to the laundry room. When it was time to change the clothes from the washer to the dryer, I headed back to the laundry room. I took my delicates out and put them on the counter while I was putting the wet clothes in the dryer. These included a shirt I had recently obtained. I picked up everything but the shirt unknowingly. Spencer went later and got the dry clothes. He saw the shirt, but not knowing it was mine, didn't pick it up. That was two hours ago and I just realized I forgot the shirt! I ran back to the laundry room and it was gone. Who would steal someone's cold, wet shirt?? Granted, it was a nice shirt, but...who would steal someone's shirt? I keep imagining in my head a person looking at this shirt, wet on the counter and thinking to herself, "Wow, this is a really nice shirt. I think I'll just take it home with me" with no thought of who it belongs to. I am amazed at the lack of conscience some people have these days. Spencer keeps telling me to wait until morning and check at the office to see if someone will turn it in. I doubt that will happen, but I hope it's true. I hope who ever stole my shirt needs it more than I do...

26 November 2005

I Love Thanksgiving

I love Thanksgiving! I'm sad it's over. We just got back from 3 days in Arizona with Spencer's family. Although the drive out there with idiodic and oblivious drivers was a bit frustrating, we had a great time. Might I say, Rachel did remarkably well with the 6 1/2 hour drive too (there AND back). I'm so proud of her. Only the family we were staying with knew that we were coming. We had originally planned on something else, but you know how plans change. We got there at 10:30 on Wednesday night while they were all watching Pirates of the Carribean. They were not expecting us at all and were totally surprised. It was a fun surprise to pull on them! Thursday was fantastic! My sister-in-law made a superb Thanksgiving dinner with all the fixings. We happily scarfed them down! Later that night, we all hung out in the backyard around the firepit while Spencer and four of his brothers played bump-out. It was so fun to talk and watch the boys play basketball. Something about that night made me really enjoy being with Spencer's family. Friday we just hung around relaxing and eating leftover turkey and stuffing sandwiches. It was such a great Thanksgiving and I look forward to doing it again! I hope that everyone had a happy and safe Thanksgiving too!

24 November 2005

For the love of the fast lane

I love Thanksgiving! I love the food, the family, the get-togethers...But I hate the travel! For the last few Thanksgivings our family has gone camping at the beach with my parents. Carlsbad beach is only about 30 minutes away from where we live. It's been nice to wake up in my own bed and just drive to the beach to stuff our faces. This year the beach trip was scrapped for Mexico and Spencer and I didn't want to go. Luckily, one of Spencer's brothers said they would host Thanksgiving this year. The problem? They live in Arizona.

So yesterday we rented our car, packed it up and headed out for the 6 1/2 hour drive. Luckily it didn't take us too long to get out of San Diego and we didn't even hit too much traffic the whole trip. Of course we encountered those dimwits who insist on hanging out in the fast lane even though they are going 15 mph below the flow of traffic. They are the ones who are oblivious to what and who is around them. They hang out in the fast lane and refuse to change lanes even though there is a line of cars behind them. Then, there are the big mac trucks that change lanes super quick and cut you off. They think because they are bigger, that they can just cut right in front of you. Beause they are only going 45 miles an hour you inevitbaly have to slam on your brakes to avoid hitting them. We encountered both of these kind of imbiciles plus more.

The good this is we made it to Arizona without any episodes of road rage. It took a little longer than we hoped, but we all arrived happy and safe. I'm excited to spend the weekend with family and eat lots of good food. The only thing I'm not looking forward to is the return trip home...

Happy Thanksgiving!

19 November 2005

Ughhh, Santa Anas!

I hate Santa Ana winds. The wind, the dryness, the heat, the dryness. Did I mention how dry the air gets? For those who don't know, Santa Anas are a "blustery, dry and warm (often hot) wind that blows out of the desert." Click here for more information. These winds make the temperature usually in the 80's with often less than 25% humidity. It's the lack of humidity that kills me. My skin dries out and becomes itchy; my noes dries out and hurts; my lungs dry out and it makes it hard to breathe. Right now it's 84 degrees with 6% humidity!! I have put coats and coats of lotion on already today and my skin is still dry. I have drunk more than my daily requirement of water before 11 am and I'm still thirsty. Better go fill up my water bottle and lather myself in lotion again. I can't wait for the winds to die down so we can get some moisture in the air. (Then of course my allergies will pick up). I guess that's one of the costs of living in America's Finest City.

17 November 2005

72 hour kits

President Gordon B. Hinckley said in October 1998 General Conference "that the time has come to get our houses in order. . . . There is a portent of stormy weather ahead to which we had better give heed." Has this come true? It definitely has! Since October 1998 we have had El Nino twice in San Diego. There have been scores of hurricanes this year and last; not to mention the earthquakes, tsunamis, tornadoes and any other natural disaster that you can think of. It seems like every day there is something else that would warrant "getting our houses in order."

Spencer and I have been thinking about getting our 72 hour kits together for about 6 months now. We made lists of things we need and even went to the Dollar Store to look for inexpensive supplies. It just never came together for us. Then about a month ago we had a Stake FHE focused on emergency preparedness. We went without our 72 hour kits and I felt so out of place. I was determined that day that not another month would go by that we didn't have our kits. So we did the cheater route and bought a pre-made 72 hour kit from Be Ready. It has everything we need in it: water, food, flashlight, first aid kit, blankets, ponchos, plus a crank/solar powered radio. We also put together one for our daughter, Rachel. We are set!

I can't tell you the weight that was lifted off my back when I finally purchased the kit. It made me feel so good to know that I was finally obeying the counsel that I had heard for so many years. The Lord has given us this counsel through his prophets and will bless us for our obedience. He tell us, "If ye are prepared, ye shall not fear." I used to fear the unknown. I used to fear that day that the "Big One" would hit, and me and my family would be unprepared to survive on our own until help could arrive. I no longer fear. I know that because of our faithfulness, the Lord will bless us when that day wil come, and it will come.

15 November 2005

I'm on a rampage

A domestic rampage that is. Sometimes I have the desire to just clean and clean and today was one of those days. I had the house vacuumed, the kitchen clean, my clothes put away and the bed made--all before 8:30 this morning! After I put Rachel down for her nap at 9:15 I picked up the ironing. I hate ironing...with a passion, but today it was fun!

Now mind you, this does not happen very often. Usually I lollygag around the house, playing with Rachel until she goes down for her nap. Then I'll sit at the computer guilty because of the cleaning I should do, but don't want to. If I have time after I take a shower then maybe I'll put the dishes in the dishwasher, but only if I feel like it. Mornings usually just are not my best times but I was proud of myself today. Now I'm off to clean the bathroom. If only I can keep this up...

14 November 2005

Dance monkey! Dance!

Dancin'...dancin'...dancin'...dancin' machine! My baby loves to dance! When she hears music she stops, gets the hugest smile on her face and then bounces that little tush away! She has now started to do the "raise the roof" move with her hand while bouncing. Spencer and I like to dance and try to as much as well can, but this girl beats us with moves, rhythm and beats. She is hilarious to watch!

She'll dance to the background music on her Baby Einstein movies, classical music quitely playing the background, rock and roll, country--you name it, she's dancing to it. She's not picky, as long as it's got notes. She was even dancing yesterday in church while we were singing hymns.

A couple weeks ago we were in the grocery store and the guy that was bagging our food was singing to Rachel. She looked at him for a while as if to size up his musical ability and then started gettin' down in the cart! The checker saw this and told me a story of her two friends. They both have babies born within days of each other. One baby loves dancing and will boogie till the cows go home, but the other one couldn't care less about what music was on in the background. This facinates me. Why do some babies like music and others don't care? Does this mean that Rachel is going to be very musically talented (many of her aunts and uncles play instruments and/or sing) or does it mean sometihing totally different? I'm interested to find out.

12 November 2005

This sickens me

Here's a link to a story I found on FoxNews. It's about a woman who fell asleep on her baby while breastfeeding and suffocated her. She didn't just fall asleep though. She passed out drunk. Her blood alcohol level was between .15 and .27 way above the legal limit. So not only was she drunk and passed out while feeding her daughter, she was passing much of that alcohol to her baby. The alcohol level in a mother's breastmilk is close to equal to the level in her blood. Can you imagine how drunk the baby was? She probably had liver poisoning as well.

I am so sickened that something like this could happen to a child. I see my child grow, learn and I love her to death and wonder how a mother could be so irresponsible. The woman was on probation for neglect of this same child and was forbidden to drink alcohol as well. Where is the responsibility these days?

I would hate to be our downstairs neighbor

We live on the third floor of an apartment building. Between my daughter falling on her butt every 5 minutes, me dropping everything, hammering, or tenderizing meat I can only imagine what kind of noise we are making! I feel sorry for our neighbors who have to listen to us every day. It's a wonder they haven't complained!

New blog!

I have been thinking a lot about starting my own blog lately, so here goes!