Sunday, February 28, 2010

Old fun, no fun.

Man, am I lame. I accidentally erased this picture which was at the end. When I added it again, it's at the top. I really should take some time to figure out how to do this properly. Maybe in a few weeks. ha. I do dream, don't I??
You'd think I'd remember to put the pictures in reverse order when uploading. Not so. This is a sad try at a cool picture op. Didn't have time for a retake, because they called our name for a table at THE OLD SPAGHETTI FACTORY. Emily and Tate had coupons for free kid meals because they are geniuses. Love that veggie lasagna. Hayden ate a whole adult portion of ravioli and some salad. Sheesh. No more kid meal prices...
Hayden and Tate hang with the giant fake coral.
Tate and some girl who wouldn't get out of his picture.

For Human Rights Day we went to the Aquarium in Sandy. It was a quick trip because I couldn't handle a longer trip. The aquarium and dinner and then home. I used the generous Greenhalgh's wheelchair at the aquarium. I was grateful, and it presented a unique experience. Kids kept coming up to me, much more than when I am upright. One even came over on his crutches, cast on his leg, to sympathize with me. I told him I'd used crutches before and I knew how tough it was.

This was the last thing that we did that was much fun. Well, except for being rear-ended on Feb. 13. Can't catch a break, eh? I think next time I will post all two of the pictures from Tate's birthday.
I just checked the camera and there are pictures of dish o' dirt from Groundhog day and family goof-a-lympics. That was special.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Mom and Dad

Here's a picture of my mom and dad. This June will be my parent's 40th anniversary. We're not having a party this year because my brother is getting married. So next year we'll have a big huge party. With mints that really are mints and not pats of butter in fancy shapes. Maybe I'll go nuts and get chocolate transfer sheets. You should check them out--pretty dang cool. Now would be a good time for me to wax gushy about my wonderful parents because they are wonderful. But I'm a private person (don't laugh, I really am about personal things) and I try to tell them that I love them and appreciate them as often as possible by note or by phone. So here's to long happy marriages!

Monday, February 8, 2010

Master of Nothing

Most days I just do my thing and if there is time leftover, I do something I like doing. Then there are days when I realize that for all the things I've tried (and bought equipment for), I'm not really good at any of them. My birthday cakes will never be on a magazine, my sewing should never be closely inspected, my scrapbooks fall just short, my singing is only for choir, my cello is elementary (0r worse), my blogging just gets the job done. My pictures require heavy editing, my cross stitch projects have gone off the grid, my woodworking actually falls apart. Now mind you, I am not fishing for compliments. That is not my point. My point is, making a hobby of collecting hobbies sometimes leaves me wishing for more. There are days when I wish I was really good at one thing. I realize, of course, that such success would require extensive effort on my part and that is just not going to happen. How could I pick? The repetition would become monotonous for me. So there I am. Don't worry, I'm not asking you to fix this for me, I just wanted to tell you about it. Will the next thing I try be my thing? Should I get rid of that calligraphy stuff since I never really caught on? At least I got rid of my latch hook rugs when I went off to college....

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

A bit of this and that.

Above and below are just two examples of all the lovely flowers I received. Thanks, everyone!
What was left of my cool fall display in Mid November.
Typical snow time: Mike shovels and the younger two play. Note the curved sled track.
Our Christmas village. It's small, but we add something every year from the after Christmas sales.
Mike is a way nice daddy. He makes grilled cheese for Tate almost every Saturday, and most times he makes it artistic. I won't do it. Too much pressure.
Sadly, this is an all-too-common sight: Kids attached to a DS. Even at Grandma Julie's house.
Grandma Julie and Grandpa Dave working on dinner.
The kids all bundled up at Temple Square. The kind Greenhalgh family loaned us their sporty little wheelchair so Mike could push me around. haha
PS I learned to spell miscellaneous by working hard in school. Get the hint, kids? Hard work?
PPS I went to physical therapy today. I can only do little baby exercises for a while, being very careful to keep my spine immobile. This could take a while.