So, Teegan is at that age that he picks up everything that people say around him. This can be both good and bad.
April brought him over for a little while and had stopped at McDonalds and got him an Ice Cream cone prior to that. April and I were trying to fix my bed frame because the hook thing that holds the frame together was very loose. I was holding the box spring up and Teegan wanted to "help" out. April and I were ready to put the bed back together and Teegan decided to push the box spring but when he did that both April and I weren't quite expecting it and we dropped it.
April was quite annoyed and told Teeg in a saracastic voice "Thanks a lot, Teegan." To which he so happily and proudly replied "You're Welcome!"
Then we were trying to make the bed but T decided he wanted to jump on the bed instead. He'd climb up, we'd catch him and put him on the floor, where he promptly ran to a different section to get back on the bed and everytime we asked him to help us, he'd say "yeah, sure", but then just kept on jumping.
Needless to say it took a while to get the bed made. When I was done, I told Teegan, "Guess what, Teegan?" He said, "What?" I told him, "You're never, ever, ever, going to have ice cream ever again." He stopped jumping, looked at me with a funny look and said "What the hell?"
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Wednesday night
So Wednesday nights you will usually find me at church. We have a Bible study service. Anyway, tonight I am watching Teegan while April goes to a concert and I took Teeg with me. I was a bit on the nervous side taking him because he's a very active 2 year old (almost 3) and I wasn't sure how he would do in that setting. When we got there, he decided he had to sit next to my friend Randi and her son Noah. He was SO good. He wanted to sing along with the rest of us and of course he needed his own song book.
Later he and Noah, Elora, Alijah and Chardonnae got to go play in the nursery. Now were are home and watching Scooby Doo and Shaggy and I for one am so glad that April decided to bring over one of her Scooby Doo videos because I'm pretty sure that the two that I have here, I've seen with Teeg at least 387 times. If I have to watch one, it's nice that it's one I haven't actaully seen before.
Anyway, this post is mostly for Heather, since she keeps bugging me to update my blog. Love ya, Heather. :-)
Monday, April 6, 2009
As the song says...
Far away far away, I want to go far away.
To a new life on a new shore line.
Where the water is blue and the people are new.
To another island, in another life.
I want to go far away.
Away away, I want to go far away,
away, away I want to go far away, far away.
Where the water is blue and the people are new.
To another life, to another life.
To another shore line In another life.
To a new life on a new shore line.
Where the water is blue and the people are new.
To another island, in another life.
I want to go far away.
Away away, I want to go far away,
away, away I want to go far away, far away.
Where the water is blue and the people are new.
To another life, to another life.
To another shore line In another life.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Welcome to Holland
A friend of mine read this article and told me about it today and even though I'm not Mormon, I think that it really applies across the universe of singledom.
OK, we have all heard the comments; the crazy things that people say. I remember a single friend who was approached by one of her leaders, who sat her down, and with all sincerity, he told her that her future husband was probably an Ethiopian boy who had died, but would be waiting for her in the next life!
What? To my well-educated, "mover and a shaker" of a friend, this attempt at comforting left her head spinning. When she told me, we shared a good laugh; (Remember, Sister Hinckley said you either have to laugh or cry, we prefer to laugh) I thought that was probably the most bizarre thing that anyone had ever said.
She assured me it wasn't. She had a single friend, who was approached by someone who told her, "You are so brave, to have gone through this life, knowing that no one wanted you."
But wait! A couple of weeks ago, I had a friend who told me that someone she knew who wanted to empathize with her challenges of being single, shared of another friend who had cancer, and was going through the same trial. Of course she was appalled, now she was likened to the deadly disease of cancer.
Surely this doesn't even compare to some of the thoughtless comments that others have had to endure. Someone once said, "Loneliness is enduring the presence of those who don't understand." How true this is. We can feel very lonely in marriage, as a child in a large family, at a business meeting, at our own birthday celebration, or in the middle of a stadium of fans. One of our greatest needs in this life is to be understood. Unfortunately as people attempt to understand or show concern; they can say some of the most off the wall things. Certainly I have done this myself.
I love the Italy/Holland analogy.
Most of us are raised thinking we will be going to Italy, (figuratively speaking) getting married to someone who adores you, having a beautiful family, healthy and obedient children, owning a home and living happily ever after. We spend our early life preparing for Italy, we pack our bags for Italy, we learn the language and customs of Italy, we see pictures of Italy, and we are schooled constantly for Italy. We are excited for the future and all it will bring.
Then for some of us, in mid air, the flight attendant announces there have been a change of plans and we will soon be landing in Holland! Wait, we want to go to Italy. We didn't pack for Holland; we don't know the language or the customs of Holland. We haven't even seen a picture of Holland. In fact we don't know the first thing about Holland. Most of our friends are on the plane to Italy, we want to be with them. But our plane is set to land; before we know it we are in Holland.
Of course Holland is beautiful too, it has the tulips, the windmills, friendly people, truly a character of its own, but we just didn't plan to live there. Over time, we come to appreciate all that Holland has to offer, we even find great joy in Holland. However we still mingle with our friends who are living in Italy. They are living in the country where we thought we would be; this can be difficult for us at times. Many of them have never been to Holland. They don't speak our language, or know our customs, or understand us. Occasionally there are difficult and awkward times when we get together.
Both countries are beautiful, and offer so much joy. It can be difficult however, to understand the customs of one, while you are living in the other. So in our effort to connect, and relate, we might say insensitive things, lending to a very real feeling of loneliness.
As one who has lived in Holland most of my life, I have come to appreciate and even love this place. Perhaps that is why tulips are my favorite flower. It is in Holland that I have gained understanding, perspective, a testimony, discipline, gratitude, and a deep love for my Heavenly Father. It is also here that I have found most of my heroes who have inspired me with their strength and commitment. It is here that I have found people who understand, and love unconditionally. As much as I still want to go to Italy, part of me will be forever in Holland.
As I get older, I am finding that more and more of my friends are coming to live in Holland; life is not going as they expected. I love being a tour guide, and showing them the beauty of this place, watching them as they adapt and grow, and introducing them to some of the most amazing people.
Wherever we live at this time, in Italy or Holland, may we try to understand one another, offering unending mercy, and love; you just never know when the flight attendant will say, "Welcome to Holland."
Living the Unexpected Life: Holland or Italy?
By Becky Thomas
For Mormon Times
Sunday, Feb. 08, 2009
OK, we have all heard the comments; the crazy things that people say. I remember a single friend who was approached by one of her leaders, who sat her down, and with all sincerity, he told her that her future husband was probably an Ethiopian boy who had died, but would be waiting for her in the next life!
What? To my well-educated, "mover and a shaker" of a friend, this attempt at comforting left her head spinning. When she told me, we shared a good laugh; (Remember, Sister Hinckley said you either have to laugh or cry, we prefer to laugh) I thought that was probably the most bizarre thing that anyone had ever said.
She assured me it wasn't. She had a single friend, who was approached by someone who told her, "You are so brave, to have gone through this life, knowing that no one wanted you."
But wait! A couple of weeks ago, I had a friend who told me that someone she knew who wanted to empathize with her challenges of being single, shared of another friend who had cancer, and was going through the same trial. Of course she was appalled, now she was likened to the deadly disease of cancer.
Surely this doesn't even compare to some of the thoughtless comments that others have had to endure. Someone once said, "Loneliness is enduring the presence of those who don't understand." How true this is. We can feel very lonely in marriage, as a child in a large family, at a business meeting, at our own birthday celebration, or in the middle of a stadium of fans. One of our greatest needs in this life is to be understood. Unfortunately as people attempt to understand or show concern; they can say some of the most off the wall things. Certainly I have done this myself.
I love the Italy/Holland analogy.
Most of us are raised thinking we will be going to Italy, (figuratively speaking) getting married to someone who adores you, having a beautiful family, healthy and obedient children, owning a home and living happily ever after. We spend our early life preparing for Italy, we pack our bags for Italy, we learn the language and customs of Italy, we see pictures of Italy, and we are schooled constantly for Italy. We are excited for the future and all it will bring.
Then for some of us, in mid air, the flight attendant announces there have been a change of plans and we will soon be landing in Holland! Wait, we want to go to Italy. We didn't pack for Holland; we don't know the language or the customs of Holland. We haven't even seen a picture of Holland. In fact we don't know the first thing about Holland. Most of our friends are on the plane to Italy, we want to be with them. But our plane is set to land; before we know it we are in Holland.
Of course Holland is beautiful too, it has the tulips, the windmills, friendly people, truly a character of its own, but we just didn't plan to live there. Over time, we come to appreciate all that Holland has to offer, we even find great joy in Holland. However we still mingle with our friends who are living in Italy. They are living in the country where we thought we would be; this can be difficult for us at times. Many of them have never been to Holland. They don't speak our language, or know our customs, or understand us. Occasionally there are difficult and awkward times when we get together.
Both countries are beautiful, and offer so much joy. It can be difficult however, to understand the customs of one, while you are living in the other. So in our effort to connect, and relate, we might say insensitive things, lending to a very real feeling of loneliness.
As one who has lived in Holland most of my life, I have come to appreciate and even love this place. Perhaps that is why tulips are my favorite flower. It is in Holland that I have gained understanding, perspective, a testimony, discipline, gratitude, and a deep love for my Heavenly Father. It is also here that I have found most of my heroes who have inspired me with their strength and commitment. It is here that I have found people who understand, and love unconditionally. As much as I still want to go to Italy, part of me will be forever in Holland.
As I get older, I am finding that more and more of my friends are coming to live in Holland; life is not going as they expected. I love being a tour guide, and showing them the beauty of this place, watching them as they adapt and grow, and introducing them to some of the most amazing people.
Wherever we live at this time, in Italy or Holland, may we try to understand one another, offering unending mercy, and love; you just never know when the flight attendant will say, "Welcome to Holland."
Living the Unexpected Life: Holland or Italy?
By Becky Thomas
For Mormon Times
Sunday, Feb. 08, 2009
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
What Win I?
'What win I, if I gain the thing I seek?
A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy.
Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week?
Or sells eternity to get a toy?
For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy?
Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown,
Would with the sceptre straight be strucken down?
A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy.
Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week?
Or sells eternity to get a toy?
For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy?
Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown,
Would with the sceptre straight be strucken down?
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Who writes fortune cookies?
I got one that said "Soon a short stranger will enter your life." Who comes up with these things? A SHORT stranger? Why not a fat stranger or a tall stranger and a bald stranger? And how soon? And WHY? Why would I want or need a SHORT STRANGER (SS) in my life? What is this SS going to be doing in my life? Is he or she always going to be a stranger or will they only be a stranger only for a little while? The thing about fortune cookies is that they are supposed to be vague right, but this one isn't exactly following the rules, is it. It didn't say 'Soon a stranger will enter your life', which would not make me question it at all. A stranger could be a person you meet at the store or gas station. But here's the thing, they said a SHORT stranger, which makes it a bit more detailed. Anyway, it just cracked me up. And when I say it cracked me up, I'm not exactly sure if I mean it cracked me up as in "made me laugh' or it cracked me up as in "made me crazy." Maybe a little bit of both.
Now how's this for crazy...
Every time I think of short people I think of the Randy Newman song that goes:
Short people got no reason
Short people got no reason
Short people got no reason
To live
They got little hands
Little eyes
They walk around
Tellin great big lies
They got little noses
And tiny little teeth
They wear platform shoes
On their nasty little feet
Well, I dont want no short people
Dont want no short people
Dont want no short people`round here
Short people are just the same
As you and i(a fool such as I)
All men are
the day they die (its a wonderful world)
Short people got nobody
Short people got nobody
Short people got nobody
To love
They got little baby legs
That stand so low
You got to pick em up
Just to say hello
They got little cars
That go beep, beep, beep
They got little voices
Goin peep, peep, peep
They got grubby little fingers
And dirty little minds
Theyre gonna get you every time
Well, I dont want no short people
Dont want no short people
Dont want no short people round here
If you want to hear the song for yourself, listen to track number 108 on my playlist below.
Now how's this for crazy...
Every time I think of short people I think of the Randy Newman song that goes:
Short people got no reason
Short people got no reason
Short people got no reason
To live
They got little hands
Little eyes
They walk around
Tellin great big lies
They got little noses
And tiny little teeth
They wear platform shoes
On their nasty little feet
Well, I dont want no short people
Dont want no short people
Dont want no short people`round here
Short people are just the same
As you and i(a fool such as I)
All men are
the day they die (its a wonderful world)
Short people got nobody
Short people got nobody
Short people got nobody
To love
They got little baby legs
That stand so low
You got to pick em up
Just to say hello
They got little cars
That go beep, beep, beep
They got little voices
Goin peep, peep, peep
They got grubby little fingers
And dirty little minds
Theyre gonna get you every time
Well, I dont want no short people
Dont want no short people
Dont want no short people round here
If you want to hear the song for yourself, listen to track number 108 on my playlist below.
Our very own Leprechaun...
This is Mikey. Today he's a leprechaun. You should see him on national pirates day in September. He's not quite normal, but he's dang funny. And he breaks up the monotony of the day. 
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