Monday, January 26, 2009

Happy, Happy Birthday!


Today is Cherie's birthday! It's her 50th (shhhhhhhhhhhhh) She's not really that happy about it, but I am happy that she's here in my life. She's the most wonderful thing in my life. I truly mean that, too. I know I could really go crazy with all the accolades to her, but I really do love her. She's my best friend. It is amazing to have someone who loves you unconditionally. She deserves the very best that life has to offer. We've had our share of ups and downs over the past several years, but we're still here. I'm so glad to have this day to celebrate her. If you get a chance, leave her a wonderful birthday wish. I love you my favorite. Moochies and loves. Me.

Friday, January 23, 2009

What do you want to be when you grow up?

That question is and has been a hard one for me to answer. I think it's my one hang up in all my life. I have so many interests that it has been hard for me to ever precisely answer that question. This morning on the radio station that I listen to they were talking about how things have influenced your career choices in life. They were asking if we have had video games around long enough to really help children decide that they want to be something particular. The one dj mentioned that his son plays the wii guitar hero and now wants to take real guitar lessons. They were also talking about tv shows that might have had an influence. I remember watching the tv show "Quincy". For those of you not familiar with this show, think of a 70's version of "CSI" without the special affects. Quincy was a criminal pathologist. I remember loving that show and wanting to be able to figure out all of these crimes based on science. Quincy was a middle-aged man who had had various relationships in his life and lived on a boat in Los Angeles, California. He had good friends and hung out at one his friend's restaurant a lot. He was quirky and was a pioneer in his field. I was maybe 12 or 13 when this show was on television and I remember telling many people that is what I wanted to be.
Unfortunately, I remember a lot of people poo-poohing my idea. They reminded me that it was television and not real life. They reminded me that it would take a lot of schooling and money to do something like that. I remember feeling really dashed that no one really thought I could do it. As I look back on my life, I see that there really wasn't a lot of support for me in any career choice. My dad wanted me to join the military to get my education. I, however, felt that I had already been in the military just by growing up with him! ha. The military was not for me. I was not of that mind-set. I didn't even enjoy Boy Scouts for heaven's sake! What I really loved was music and marching band and drama and all the entertaining you could provide. I was even discouraged from those, however, because I was told I would never make any money.
So, here I am, sadly, many years later and I'm not making much money and doing something any joe-blow on the street could do. OK, I'm not "blaming" any of those in my past for my choices, they were mine, but I also know that what adults think when you are a young person really does matter. You can either make or break someone. Unfortunately, I was broken and I listened. What frustrates me the most about it all is that I am usually the one who does not listen to those voices, yet in this case I did. I enjoyed college and loved being exposed to all the many things that it offered. I never could settle for one course. I was like a kid in a candy store at college. There were all of these interesting things to learn and I wanted to know it all. Finally I had to graduate and move on with my life, so I settled for a degree in Communications. A very generic degree, yes.
So, what's my point? My point is, that every time I have an opportunity to talk to a young person about what they want to do when they grow up, I suggest they do what they have a passion for doing. Forget the notion that you won't make enough money. My belief is that you will be happy and that constitutes success. So, you may not be a millionaire, but you'll be happy and will more than likely be able to provide nicely for yourself and your family. I remember running into a friend of ours who had teenagers at the time. Her son came over as we were chatting. In the course of our conversation he mentioned that he loved art and wanted to be an artist. His mother immediately jumped on him and said he would never make money at that. My instincts rose up in me and I told him to do what made him happy. There was more to being an artist than living in poverty in a rundown apartment in Paris. There were many ways to be an artist. So, what is this young man doing now? Well, he never went to college or any sort of school after high school and he has jumped from one low paying job to another - none of which have had anything to do with art. He has worked at Wal-mart and various factories. So, whether or not his mother's discouragement really aided in his choices, it certainly didn't help. Too many people have the idea that they want their children to be "better" than they are or were and in some ways that is a nice idea, however, give them a chance to grow into what they want to be. Expose them to all sorts of things in their young lives. Give them choices and they will eventually find their niche. I have a neice who is very artistic and she loves to draw and color. She's not very old, but those talents can become anything as she grows. Sometimes we just need someone to believe in us and offer encouragement.
So, what did I become when I grew up? I'll get back to you on that one - when I grow up!

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Glory Hallelujah


I am so excited that we have our new President of the United States. I am so hopeful and filled with the desire to be a better person. I know these things may sound sappy, cliche and even syrupy-honey sweet, but it's true. This particular inauguration has really inspired many people. Before I go any further, I should state that there has been a lot of controversy in my own personal life as I have shared my own political views with a lot of family and friends this year. I guess because of my religion it has been assumed that I lean a certain way politically. I guess through this blog and conversation I have shocked some. It has been a reawakening for me. I have felt free and yet, I have also felt saddened by some responses. By merely stating that I believe a certain way some have started viewing me with various degrees of caution. One particular person in my life has really surprised me. I won't mention who, but it's been a strange and unusual position to find myself.
So, here's my "confession" of sorts...Yes, I voted for Hillary Clinton during the Primary Elections. I voted for Hillary because one, I really thought at the time that she would do a great job. Secondly, I knew that Barrack Obama was going to win the nomination and that I would vote for him during the general election. I wanted to be able to say that I voted for two historic figures in politics. Maybe that's a little self-serving, but it was of some importance to me. I have always liked Hillary Clinton - even during her unpopular years in the White House as First Lady. I also believe that Barrack Obama will be a great President of the United States.
That leads me to this reflection...on Tuesday, January 20th I was home sick. Yes, I was really sick. I had not been feeling well all weekend long so I took the day off. I had Monday off due to the Martin Luther King, Jr. Holiday. Because of this, I was able to spend the day watching all of the inaugural proceedings. It was great! I watched history in the making. Part of me wished I could have been there, but then looking at those crowds, I was glad I was home, safe in my bedroom. Those who know me, know that I have to comment on Michelle Obama's clothing. She looked fantastic! I was a bit more impressed with the inaugural outfit than I was with the evening gown, but both were beautiful. She does have style. President Obama (we can call him that now) also looked sharp in his tuxedo that evening. They make a striking couple. Their daughters were adorable, too. Melia and Sasha are just too cute for words. For some reason I feel that they would be friendly to each and every one of us. I realize that does not necessarily make a good president, but it's a great start in my book.
Politics aside, the day was an inspirational day for our whole country. Our very first African-American President. As the old slogan goes..."we've come a long way baby!" Watching the different faces in the crowds who were so excited was like watching a version of "It's a Small World" at Disneyland. It made me proud to be an American. I guess everyone has their own versions of how they felt. I had all of these great annecdotes that I was going to share in this blog but they all fail me now. I guess the title I chose says it all for me.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Tag your it???

Well, Shawna Gale got us!!! She has tagged us and we have to answer these questions and tag someone else. We shall see what trouble we get into with the answers to these...hahaha. Love ya Shawna! :)

5 Things Jeff & Cherie were doing 10 years ago:
*Living in Auburn in our apartment
*Jeff was at the Cable Office/Cherie at Roy Jones Dog Shows
*Jeff was playing piano for everything at church/Cherie taught seminary
*Our babies (kitties) were born in the garage at the house)
*Caring for mom and dad's house and driving them to everywhere...running ragged!!

5 Things on our to do list for today:
*Cook and eat dinner
*Visiting teaching
*Make the bed
*Clean cat box
*Clean up kitchen and run the wonderful dishwasher

5 Snacks Cherie loves:
*Always #1 POPCORN
*Nuts
*Potato Chips (I like to use cottage cheese as a dip)
*Cheese and crackers
*ice cream

5 Snacks Jeff loves:
*chips and salsa
*popcorn
*cookies
*ice cream
*cake

5 things we would do if we were a billionaire...
* Pay off debts
* Trust fund for nieces and nephews(for college etc)
* Home for us (dream homes in city, ocean, country and don't forget Europe!!!) and our family
* Cars...for us and family
* Breathe a sigh of relief and gratitude while at a VERY wonderful (and kind to us fat farm)...:)
I don't believe I can comprehend what a billion dollars is...I would find so many ways to help our families, friends and the world!!!!!


Tag your it...Antimony, Sarah Skinner and Liza Hunt. Please answer these questions on your blog and tag someone else...will you play tag with us???

Friday, January 16, 2009

Loving Icicles


Icicles! I remember being a kid and loving it when an icicle would hang down from the roof...or somewhere. We would break them off and suck on them holding them in our gloves or mittens. Well, these past few days...I know what it is like being an icicle. I am sure when that warm tongue touched the icicle it felt wonderful and said thank you human for picking me to warm up! hahahaha.
To make a long blog short...it has been cold and I love having somewhere warm to be. Jeff said yesterday to me..."You know I am so glad we have these walls to protect us from the cold outside." We had just come home from being out. I guess we learn appreciation for things in many ways. I am done appreciating being warm...but...Thanks Heavenly Father for warmth. And PLEASE keep everyone warm especially during this horrible cold spell.
It really wouldn't take long to freeze outside so stay inside will ya?

Friday, January 9, 2009

Sing, sing a song

Yes, I know, it's been a while. Cherie just wrote a wonderful entry about our kitty babies. Yes, they are babies to me and Cherie. They are great. I was sitting here at work, though, and listening to the radio. Snow is coming down and so they are announcing accidents on the roads and to be careful when you go out. What a day! I do love snow - just not the mess. Anywho, as I was listening a song came on that holds some memories for me. It's the song by Shania Twain, "From This Moment On". Well, I was asked to sing at a wedding several years ago. Before teh job I am at now, I worked at a cable company in Auburn, IN. I loved my co-workers and we had a great time with each other. I guess I bragged a bit too much about my singing and so I was asked by my boss' daughter to sing at her wedding - that song. I bought the instrumental soundtrack to it so it would sound more professional. Everyone I worked with was coming. Now, I have to say that I have sung quite a bit over the years - I've sung at church, in California on my mission, at BYU - and even tried out for several things there, including the Young Ambassadors (which I did not make, by the way). So, I was pretty confident about this. WRONG! You always hear how someone has one of those times when something they are pretty good at goes wrong? Well, this was mine. I had practiced quite a bit for me, which is unusual, because I'm usually ok off the cuff, but I dont' usually sing to pre-recorded background music. So, at the rehearsal, it got to the point where I was supposed to do my part. They handed me a microphone and nothing would come out. I am not kidding! I was just off key and could not get the right notes. It was so embarrassing and it really threw me off badly. I mean here I am, the only musical number and I'm also singing while they go up and light a unity candle! This is supposed to be a beautiful moment. I was also playing the organ for the ceremony. The organ this church had was a keyboard - quite elaborate, too. It could do anything. It was one of those where you just stand and play, too - kind of like Laurie Partridge on the "Partridge Family". So, I was a bit out of my element there, too. Plus, I couldn't get the organ to sound the right way for me. I was a nervous wreck. I never did make it through my song that night. The next day was the wedding and I was sure I'd do better. Bad rehearsals usually have meant a good performance in the past for me. Not this time. I did manage to get the right starting note, but my voice was shaky and I missed several notes that were higher. In my opinion, it was awful. We had the guy who made our commercials locally doing the video-taping, too, so I'm sure there somewhere on Becky's wedding video is the worst version of "From This Moment On". Don't ask me why I chose to re-live this, but everytime I hear that song part of me cringes. It was by far the worse performance I've ever had. I have wondered since then was it because I was intimidated by the people I worked with and so I wanted desperately to make a good impression? Was it the music itself? I had remembered Greg, our video guy, saying that when he taped local pageants that a lot of the contestants who used pre-recorded music sounded awful. Maybe that did it. Plus, I knew how they had razed those who had done so poorly in pageants and things. I wanted to make sure I wasn't going to be talked about. How wrong I was. I have never been so glad to have a wedding be done. I even messed up the organ music while they exited. I mean I was shaking. My hands, my voice. I could have just sat down in front and cried, but there I was like Laurie Partridge, standing there playing that dumb keyboard and trying to look cool and composed. Wow, what a day. Eight years later and it still haunts me. I love to sing and I love music, but that was one day that could be easily forgotten. Just thought you'd like to know.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

2009 is here...it is January

Boy oh boy...we don't write on here very often do we? Is our life that boring? Actually, we aren't really exciting, however, things do happen but it is hard to decide what you would want to read about. Our lives the last couple of years have been the same ol same ol. Mom, the new apartment, Jeff's job and all the stress...that is why I don't share a whole lot.
Our kitties are wonderful!!! We don't have kids but we have kits...they are our pride and joy. We are struggling with diabetes in Penelope. She is such a sweet girl kitty. She takes insulin shots twice a day and seems to be doing a bit better. The vet would like to have her stay at the office for observation to check her sugars...but...I can't imagine her staying away from home all by herself. I know...some would say...she is a cat...but you know what? She is my cat...she is my daughter...the only one I will have...I can't bear to have her fret. She is our little worrier anyway. I have thought about asking if I could stay there with her...however, they probably wouldn't let me. Maybe if I took her in early in the morning and then stayed there with her all day and they took blood and such and I could bring her back home at night? At least I could be there with her since she would be in a strange place. Well, that is our Penelope. Our little sweetie girl kitty.
Our boy kitty, Marmalade, is more outgoing. He is resting right now on the bed. He is so tired from running around after his mom, grandma, sister and Papi, and from running and jumping window to window checking all the comings and goings in our neighborhood and, of course, cleaning himself. He has to rest alot! Timi took this picture of them eating their Christmas dinner. They have a can of tuna for special meals. They got a tuna dinner for New Years as well. They LOVE tuna!!!
I feel like a shut in! I am scared to death to try and walk on ice and we have had so much of it since before Christmas. I seem to get out maybe once a week. OK, I am a chicken. I have been chicken ever since I fell about 4 years or so ago. I broke my leg...Chris Filoso, Dave Patterson and Jeff will never forget it. They were the "crane" that had to pick me up!!!! I don't want to fall again! Breaking a bone hurts and my pride is tender, as well. Ha.