My youngest child turned 25 today. How did that happen? I can still remember when he was little.
Yesterday at our Mother's Day gathering, this same son asked me if it was my 40th Mother's Day. The oldest child corrected him and said it was my 39th Mother's Day. The youngest then made the comment that his girlfriend's step dad is 42. Everyone was amazed at the relationship of the age of my oldest and the age of my son's girlfriend's step dad. I then realized that had I given birth to a child after a year or two of marriage, I could have a child that's older than the step dad.
Really? Really? This is just weird. I'M NOT THAT OLD! Am I?
Monday, May 9, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Always Remember
There are certain events in history that have such a great impact that people will always remember where they were and what they were doing when it happened. In my lifetime, there are three or four such days.
When John Glenn first took his first flight in space, I was in the 10th grade. His son, David Glenn, attended my high school. As his father went into orbit, the radio commentary was piped through out the entire school. I listened to the broadcast in the school office where I had a class period as an office aide. There was a collective cheer through out the entire school when Glenn's space mission ended successfully. After all, he was OUR astronaut.
When John Kennedy was shot, I was a senior in high school. I was an officer in the Future Business Leader's of America club. Our big event for the year was sponsering the Miss JEB Stuart contest. During my last period class, English, I had been allowed to go to the stage to do some decorating for the event which was to be held that evening. The announcement about the President being shot in Dallas came over the loud speaker. I immediately returned to my English class and listened to the rest of the events that transpired. School was released early and all school events for the next few days were cancelled.
On September 11, 2001, I was living in Salt Lake. That morning, I had a Church Building Hosting Board Meeting on the 2nd floor of the Joseph Smith Memorial Building. The events on the east coast were just unfolding as I was getting ready to leave for my meeting. By the the time the meeting started at 9 AM, all the attacks had transpired in New York, and Washington. Members of the Hosting Board gathered in a Public Affairs conference room where there was television feed. Our meeting was forgotten. I watched the towers fall with a large group of people from Public Affairs and the Hosting Board.
Last night when news came of bin Laden's death, I was in my son's living room in Denver watching something mindless on television. My son was upstairs studying for an exam, the grandkids were in bed, and my DIL was upstairs with my son. She came running downstairs and told me that Osama bin Laden was dead. We watched the news together.
When John Glenn first took his first flight in space, I was in the 10th grade. His son, David Glenn, attended my high school. As his father went into orbit, the radio commentary was piped through out the entire school. I listened to the broadcast in the school office where I had a class period as an office aide. There was a collective cheer through out the entire school when Glenn's space mission ended successfully. After all, he was OUR astronaut.
When John Kennedy was shot, I was a senior in high school. I was an officer in the Future Business Leader's of America club. Our big event for the year was sponsering the Miss JEB Stuart contest. During my last period class, English, I had been allowed to go to the stage to do some decorating for the event which was to be held that evening. The announcement about the President being shot in Dallas came over the loud speaker. I immediately returned to my English class and listened to the rest of the events that transpired. School was released early and all school events for the next few days were cancelled.
On September 11, 2001, I was living in Salt Lake. That morning, I had a Church Building Hosting Board Meeting on the 2nd floor of the Joseph Smith Memorial Building. The events on the east coast were just unfolding as I was getting ready to leave for my meeting. By the the time the meeting started at 9 AM, all the attacks had transpired in New York, and Washington. Members of the Hosting Board gathered in a Public Affairs conference room where there was television feed. Our meeting was forgotten. I watched the towers fall with a large group of people from Public Affairs and the Hosting Board.
Last night when news came of bin Laden's death, I was in my son's living room in Denver watching something mindless on television. My son was upstairs studying for an exam, the grandkids were in bed, and my DIL was upstairs with my son. She came running downstairs and told me that Osama bin Laden was dead. We watched the news together.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Weiwa Speak
My three year old grandaughter can't quite pronounce the letter "L". So her name, Leila, comes out Weiwa. She wants to sit on my wap and cowor. She has a Rapunzaw dow. She asked me to pway princesses with her. This morning, as she was leaning backwards from my lap, she told me "I'm swipping.".
I know that she'll eventually out grow it. But I hope not too soon.
I know that she'll eventually out grow it. But I hope not too soon.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
A Life Changing Experience
For at least four years and maybe longer, my cell phone was one that I inherited from my son when he upgraded from his Razr. Way back when my son got this Razr phone, it was the latest and greatest. But then the iPhone came out and my son and his Razr parted company very quickly. I was the happy recipient. From time to time, I'd think that maybe I wanted an iPhone. But talked myself out of it because I didn't use my current phone that much. Well, that's all changed.
Last week, when I took my cell phone off the charger, it wasn't charged. I had dropped it in the garage earlier in the week and the back came off of it. I thought that perhaps the phone had been damaged as a result. Later I was telling my daughter that my cell phone wasn't working and I didn't like the idea that I'd have to wait until next week before the husband was available to pursue getting me a new one. She asked me when I had last upgraded my phone. "Well, I've never upgraded it. I've had this phone for at least 4 years.". She told me that you can upgrade a cell phone every two years so I was definitely due. So it was off to the AT&T store.
After the sales clerk got over his amazement at seeing a Razr phone still in use, he told me that I could definitely upgrade. He pulled up the account and found that there was a $100 credit on my number. So, to make a long story short, the $100 covered the price of a new Android with all the bells and whistles.
That part about not using my cell phone much? Ain't so any more. I can see that I may easily become like those people who are joined at the hip with their cell phones. I love my phone and the technology.
There is a small confession, however. I discovered that the reason the old Razr didn't charge was because the GFCI plug that the charger was using had been tripped. So does anyone want a perfectly good Razr phone? Because I'm not going back to it....ever.
Blessed technology!
Last week, when I took my cell phone off the charger, it wasn't charged. I had dropped it in the garage earlier in the week and the back came off of it. I thought that perhaps the phone had been damaged as a result. Later I was telling my daughter that my cell phone wasn't working and I didn't like the idea that I'd have to wait until next week before the husband was available to pursue getting me a new one. She asked me when I had last upgraded my phone. "Well, I've never upgraded it. I've had this phone for at least 4 years.". She told me that you can upgrade a cell phone every two years so I was definitely due. So it was off to the AT&T store.
After the sales clerk got over his amazement at seeing a Razr phone still in use, he told me that I could definitely upgrade. He pulled up the account and found that there was a $100 credit on my number. So, to make a long story short, the $100 covered the price of a new Android with all the bells and whistles.
That part about not using my cell phone much? Ain't so any more. I can see that I may easily become like those people who are joined at the hip with their cell phones. I love my phone and the technology.
There is a small confession, however. I discovered that the reason the old Razr didn't charge was because the GFCI plug that the charger was using had been tripped. So does anyone want a perfectly good Razr phone? Because I'm not going back to it....ever.
Blessed technology!
Monday, April 11, 2011
Emily Speak
My granddaughter, Emily, is 3 1/2. She tells me that she has sisters named "Rella, Della, Ella, Galney, Numa, Gwena, Bella, Rellin and Downa. And dat's it".
She has says that she loves me this much and holds all ten fingers up.
She wants to talk about her "own earf" and her sisters "own earf". These things are all on her "earf".."My fishes, my bed, and my aminals place in my bed. And dat's it."
She has says that she loves me this much and holds all ten fingers up.
She wants to talk about her "own earf" and her sisters "own earf". These things are all on her "earf".."My fishes, my bed, and my aminals place in my bed. And dat's it."
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Definitely the end of an era....
There's a restaurant in our neighborhood that's been around for many, many years. My husband and I had one of our first dates at the Pagoda back in 1978. His family had been going there for years prior to that. With my husband's family, food from the Pagoda always meant there was a special event, something to celebrate or you were just plain craving it. Pagoda quickly became a family tradition with my husband and I as well. When we lived in Park City and my husband worked in Salt Lake, he would order Pagoda for take out and then drive the 30 miles back home with it.
Pagoda Chinese food wasn't necessarily authentic. If anything, it was somewhat Americanized. But our entire family absolutely loved their ham fried rice, chow mien, sweet and sour short ribs and BBQ ribs. The take out portions were large enough that we could get a least two meals from them.
A couple of years ago, the last original owners died and the Pagoda changed ownership. My husband and I went there with friends raving over how great the food was. We were disappointed. The sauce for the sweet and sour had been changed slightly. Not a good thing, IMO. But the chow mien and BBQ ribs were still the same.
Last week, my husband ordered chow mien and BBQ ribs from Pagoda. It would appear that with the change in ownership, that all the owners got was the name and not the recipes. Both dishes were vastly different and disappointing. The take out portions were small and over priced. We won't be going back. I wonder if other long time Pagoda patrons feel the same way.
I'll miss the ribs, rice and chow mien. Darn.
Pagoda Chinese food wasn't necessarily authentic. If anything, it was somewhat Americanized. But our entire family absolutely loved their ham fried rice, chow mien, sweet and sour short ribs and BBQ ribs. The take out portions were large enough that we could get a least two meals from them.
A couple of years ago, the last original owners died and the Pagoda changed ownership. My husband and I went there with friends raving over how great the food was. We were disappointed. The sauce for the sweet and sour had been changed slightly. Not a good thing, IMO. But the chow mien and BBQ ribs were still the same.
Last week, my husband ordered chow mien and BBQ ribs from Pagoda. It would appear that with the change in ownership, that all the owners got was the name and not the recipes. Both dishes were vastly different and disappointing. The take out portions were small and over priced. We won't be going back. I wonder if other long time Pagoda patrons feel the same way.
I'll miss the ribs, rice and chow mien. Darn.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Problem Solved
My five year old grandson unwittingly revealed my secret stash of Cadbury Mini Eggs to his Grandpa. In his defense, my grandson didn't know that I was keeping the stash a secret and he had seen me get one or two out to give to him and his sister as a treat. (Yes, I have to hide those precious little things from Grandpa if I want them to last more than ten minutes.)
A little later, I saw that my grandson had taped a picture to the cabinet door that he had drawn of a mini egg with a circle around it and a line through the circle. When I asked him about it, he replied, "That's to tell Grandpa that there aren't any treats in this cupboard so he won't eat them.".
Oh, dear boy, if it is was only that simple.
A little later, I saw that my grandson had taped a picture to the cabinet door that he had drawn of a mini egg with a circle around it and a line through the circle. When I asked him about it, he replied, "That's to tell Grandpa that there aren't any treats in this cupboard so he won't eat them.".
Oh, dear boy, if it is was only that simple.
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