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lovingeveryminuteIrony? . . . or Synchronicity!

Well, it certainly is not what I was expecting this morning, but the timing could not have been better!

I ended up going to bed late last night, so as soon as I woke up I was thinking about this goal, and why I keep putting various Go-To-Bed-Early goals on my list when I am obviously not ready to abide by arbitrary rules for MY bedtime. On the other hand, this is the third time in my seven years here that I’ve had this sort of goal on my list. I worded this one myself, thinking I would be able to relate to it.

But no.

But then again, yes!

I posted an entry last night before I went to bed, relating what this goal means to me. When I woke up this morning, I decided to make another post (this post), explaining to myself the reasons I might have for continuing to tell myself to go to bed “on time” and then never doing it.

Meanwhile, I awoke to a comment that kind of told me I was doing it all wrong (not that she meant it that way). It got me to really delve into WHY this is one of my goals at all, and I had a nice breakthrough, which ended up addressing the very issue I opened my computer to discuss this morning.

And now, I don’t have to rewrite the whole thing because it’s right here. 1 month ago

lovingeveryminuteI have . . .

. . . already told everyone who calls me late at night without even realizing it IS late, which includes my mom, all three of my daughters, and a very close nightowl friend who knows I’m usually up as late as she is. They all know about this goal of mine.

They also already know they can’t call the house phone after 9pm because my Dearest has to get up at 5am and nobody wants to wake him up because he will have a big, loud fit if the phone rings right next to his head.

HOWEVER, I never, ever want to be an Only-Call-Me-If-It’s-An-Absolute-Emergency kind of person. Ever. That is absolutely not me. I want my mom, or my girls, or my friends, or even my husband’s crazy relatives, to be able to call anytime they need me and not feel like they’re imposing. I do have the ability to sleep till 8am most mornings, so even if I’m up till 1:00, I can still get enough sleep.

I think I’m still trying to figure out WHY going to bed “on time” is a goal of mine at all. It really doesn’t bother me to stay up late, especially when I’m talking to people I love.

I’m afraid it’s because the Dearest goes to bed early and he wants me to be in the bed with him. That really isn’t good enough motivation to change my entire way of life . . . except for the part where my marriage is supposed to be for HIM, just as his is for ME, and if he wants someone sleeping next to him, that needs to be just as important to me as my wanting any of the many, many things he does just because I want him to.

I’ll be honest, I perceived a presumptive tone in your comment, which irritated me at first, but now I am really grateful for your words! You have prompted me to examine my motives and I think I actually approve of them. I will keep trying not to stay up late for no reason, and I will keep answering the phone when my favorite people call, no matter what time of the day or night it is.

This is good progress, yes. :) 1 month ago

lovingeveryminuteThis is what the goal means . . . . I guess.

I was on my way to bed at 10:56 and my mom texted me R U up?

I suppose I could have lied and not called her back. But I don’t lie, so I called. We talked about the day and what we each had accomplished. I had quite a list today! And because I did have such a great day, I decided to upload a few pictures to my computer, and then after I hung up the phone, I found myself here, posting said pictures, along with the stories they belong to.

Tomorrow I have to put my laundry away, study muscle anatomy, have a piano lesson, meet with the Gilbert temple presidency, make dinner, and prepare a poster for an upcoming meeting.

Looks like another busy day. I’d better get to bed! 1 month ago


Succulence on a bone.


And what side dish doesn’t want to be served alongside ribs?!

These didn’t last long. I’m glad I took the picture as I was taking them off the grill. 1 month ago

lovingeveryminuteChicken Noodle Soup

The Dearest didn’t want noodles in his, so I served him up and then added the fusilli. I like its wild curliness.

You know what? I make some pretty dang good soup!

I hadn’t been feeling my best, so I did what I would do if someone else didn’t feel good:

Make chicken soup!

Doesn’t matter if I had to make it myself. It’s goo-ooo-ood when I make it. :) 1 month ago

lovingeveryminuteInstitute Class

I somehow volunteered to play the piano while a dozen or so ladies sang along one day, and now I have become the Institute pianist.

I have yet to play a song perfectly while people are singing, but they don’t seem to mind. They keep asking me to do it, and I keep getting compliments like, “That’s a hundred times better than I could do” and “You’re so brave” and “You just keep going when you lose your place!”

So, good. I am being brave and the experience is making me practice differently . . . and more! And my piano teacher says I play strong now. 1 month ago

lovingeveryminuteAnother delighted bride . . .

She was super happy to see me. I love it when brides have their hair all done and their tiaras/veils attached, but they’re still scrambling around in jeans and tee-shirts. They look so cute, like they’re just hanging on the cusp between being their daddy’s little girl and becoming an adult.

It’s one of the perks of being a florist—I get to see behind the scenes. 1 month ago

lovingeveryminuteOmigosh---Check THIS out!


All by myself.


:) 1 month ago

lovingeveryminuteI'm not sure . . .

. . . whether I did this (the FABULOSITY part) or not, but I have quietly become “nifty” and although it is still very difficult to wrap my head around it, I don’t feel any different, so I guess it’s ok.

There was no surprise party, which if I admit it truthfully, was pretty disappointing. The Dearest took me over to my mom’s, where just one of my brothers showed up with his love interest. My friend who was supposed to come with us remembered she had to take an elderly neighbor somewhere and indeed, did not show up. She did leave a cute gift on my door while I was gone, though, which was very sweet. My own sister did not even remember, nor has she contacted me since. No surprise there at all. What a flake. I remember everyone in her family and send gifts to all 6 of her kids, and I do not even get so much as a phone call?! Whatever. My mom talks to one of my childhood friends at least once a week and that one never even acknowledged my birthday.

However, my very dear friend who lives a couple miles away did sneak into my yard at midnight so that I would wake up to a flock of flamingos bedecked with feather boas, mardi gras beads, and big signs proclaiming Happy Birthday to me! THAT was a lot of FABULOSITY!!!

My Dearest refurbished my bicycle and we’ve been going on bike rides together, which is HUGE. He also says I’m just as beautiful as the day he met me (a lie, but I think he actually means it), and the only reason my daughters were not here to celebrate with me is because they were all out of the state, one at Disneyland having an absolute blast with her friends. They all called and/or texted, so it was all good. My mother celebrated nicely, too, by giving me a card with a nice picture of a founding father in it.

So all-in-all, turning 50 is not very special. It is not fabulous. There are no fireworks. Maybe that’s because it’s really not the earth-shattering event it’s built up to be. So I have one more calendar behind me. So what. I’m fabulous enough as it is and I can still work on whatever’s not fabulous during the next 50 years. ;) 3 years ago

lovingeveryminuteBlue Man Group

I have wanted to see them in concert ever since their first full-length show, TUBES, came out in 1991. I watched the PBS Special, “Inside the Tube,” every time it came on. I was simply mystified.

I finally got to see Megastar in Orlando in May. It was awesome. I’d love to see them in Vegas. I think it would be even better. [It would be a lot closer, too!]

When they come out with a new show, I’m going! 5 years ago

lovingeveryminuteOH, WOW!

The interventionist I subbed for yesterday ended up having to have open heart surgery and won’t be back at work until May, so now I am long-term subbing for him.

This will be great. He (obviously) has not been feeling well all school year, so has been giving himself an easy time of it with the groups. The WHY is understandable, but his little students have not been making very much progress. After all, the point of Intervention is to make yourself increasingly unnecessary. (As is the point in all of teaching, really!)

So I get to step in and catch them up, maybe even get them to surpass their goals. Their last big Benchmark test of the year will be during my last week there, so I definitely have something to prove, which is that their opinion of my championship qualities is justified. 6 years ago

lovingeveryminuteI'm changing this goal.

Oh, it’s still my goal, but the way it is worded somehow bothers me now. I like to look at life by focusing on what I want to have happen, not what I want to NOT have. It’s true – I do want to NOT have an extra 40 pounds to lug around every day, but every time I look at this goal lately, I think to myself, “What I really want is a 145 pound body that is young and strong and healthy.”

What I really want is a body that fits me. “Lose 40 pounds” seems random to me now, for some reason. I need to change the wording of my goal to match what I want it to do for me.

How about,
Have a body that fits me and give thanks for it by taking good care of it.

That’s kind of long, but it’s all important. I will explain in my entries under the newly worded goal.

Thanks so much to all those who have encouraged me with this goal over the past several months. I appreciate your kind words and advice. Best of luck to all of you in this and all your goals!

6 years ago

lovingeveryminuteOhhh, this is a doozey!

My brother decided that I wasnt’ doing enough for our mom, who is housebound, caring for our waning grandma, who is almost 93.

I call my mom nearly every day and go over to help her as often as I can get into Phoenix, but she rarely leaves the house while I am there because she wants me to help her go through my grandma’s old junk so she can get rid of the bulk of it.

What this amounts to is that I am already doing the very best I am able to in the service of my mom and grandma. My brother is also doing what he can do, which is to go over there occasionally and sit in the house while my mom runs errands. This is good. It gets her out of the house for a while and gives him the satisfaction of being a useful son.

So what is his problem?! Well, he only sees things from his own perspective (since he considers his to be the only correct perspective) and this distorts his reality gigantically from the true reality.

In other words, he considers himself to be the only one helping her. Our other brother has some forgiveness issues concerning our grandma, so he rarely goes over there at all. So finally tonight, the brother who blew up at me made some brutally harsh and unfair comments. He was making irrational assumptions and jumping to false conclusions. He was belittling everyone else’s best to try to make himself feel better. He was being reprehensible with his Word.

What did I do? Well, at first I yelled at him. I didn’t expect his tirade and wasn’t in the mood for his crap. I got defensive, but pulled back short of saying anything really stupid. Then I asked him what this argument was about—that I was pretty sure we were on the same team here. We both calmed down and finished our conversation on civil terms.

Afterwards, however, I completely fell apart. Emotional poison is BITTER! Blecch! Intellectually, I know that whatever service I give my mother in her time of need is really none of his business, and his opinion of it is none of my business. This I do understand, BUT IT’S MY BROTHER! His opinion matters to me, so I was crushed that he thought my best wasn’t good enough.

Crushed until I realized that he has no idea what my daily life is like. He was only making those critical assumptions from his own limited point of view. At this point the antidote for emotional poison rushed through me: Forgiveness. I sat down and wrote him a short letter, which I will send off tomorrow, after my husband reads over it. I want to make sure it doesn’t sound sarcastic or martyrish.

The 4 Agreements in action. It rocks! =) 6 years ago

lovingeveryminuteThree Friendships

1. DJN
Selfish so-called “friend”
Bows to teenage daughter’s whim
. . .

2. SNM
Neighbor tries so hard
Smallish son out of control
Tears fall every day.

. . .

3. AVD
Delightful lady
Artistic movie-goer
Friend to everyone. 6 years ago

lovingeveryminuteNO LINE!!!

My daughter and I stayed up till midnight so we could go over to the Wal-Mart and watch all the weirdos stand in line for their copies of the book. (No offense to anyone reading this who dressed up for the occasion ~ it’s fun, but we weren’t planning to BUY the book Friday night!)

Anyway, the line was insane. There were not many people dressed up in W-M, but they weren’t having a big party, either. Just posters and cake. WE LOOKED. WE LAUGHED. WE LEFT.

On the way home, my daughter asked me if I thought the W-M Neighborhood Market a couple miles to the other side of our house would have the book. I didn’t even know if they carried books, but we went over there just for kicks.

There were maybe 2 other customers in the store. We walked around. No books. As we turned to leave, I saw a rack with crossword puzzles & magazines and on the other side was a small selection of books, but no Harry Potter.

Since we were there, I went to ask a completely unrelated question at the Customer Service desk and mentioned that until just then, I had not known they carried books in that store. I asked if they had gotten the Harry Potter book and the girl said yes and went to the closet to get me a copy!!!!!

NO LINE! NO HASSLE! No pre-sale discount, either, but believe me, it was SO worth the extra 89 cents to avoid that crazy line. We were already home before the presalers even got their books. =)

The best part: Going to that store was my daughter’s idea and she is so excited that she gets to take credit for the special experience! 6 years ago

lovingeveryminuteHanauma Bay ...

... is where we started. My husband and I and our 3 little girls. Two got too tired or scared, or whatever, and went back to shore, but the middle one stuck it out.

We saw a giant sea turtle and followed her for a while, until all of a sudden, she disappeared. We looked up and found that we were about a mile out to sea!

Do you have any idea how deep the water is around the atolls of Hawaii???!!! Scary-deep!

It took us what seemed like all day to get back to shore, and we couldn’t find the pass we went through when we left the Bay, so we got very scuffed up on the rocks.

It was a memorable vacation experience like none other. We will do it again some time. Probably near Laie next time, though.

So FUN! 6 years ago

lovingeveryminuteSuddenly doing pretty well at this!

We don’t even have daylight savings here, but ever since it kicked in this year, I’ve been getting to bed way earlier. One of these nights this past week, I was up till midnight getting things ready for the next day, and then got up that next morning at 5:45. I think that did the trick. I’ve been getting tired earlier ever since, and therefore turning in earlier, and therefore getting up earlier, etc.

It is already 11:30 here tonight, but I’m still impressed that I’m not just up doing random stuff at this hour. I’m actually headed for bed . . . as soon as I send one more email. 1 month ago

lovingeveryminuteYippee! Tonight can be Day One . . . not that I'm counting

It’s barely 9:30 here right now and I am beyond tired. It has been a good, full day of cooking wonderful masterpieces, but I’m wiped.

All I have left to do is feed the animals and clean the kitchen (my kitchen is always less than half an hour away from being shiny, so even though I’ve overused it today, it won’t take till 11:00 to get everything cleared out and put away) and then I’m off to slumberland. A place I haven’t been before 11pm in a LONG, LONG time.

hurray . . . 1 month ago

lovingeveryminuteJust Make Time

I only live 4 miles from the Mesa temple but I get sidetracked by all the other things I have to do. I could go on Thursday mornings, so that is my goal: to go at least one Thursday morning per month. =) 7 years ago

lovingeveryminuteFebruary/March 2014

I did get the minions on there after all! I ♥ minions!

bah-bah-bah. bah-bah-nah-nah!1 month ago


Thanks! 1 month ago

lovingeveryminutep f f f f f f f t . . .

It’s 1:17am.

Does that count?

Bah. 2 months ago

lovingeveryminuteI came up with a new method for outlining.

I’m telling myself the story. I go along, writing it down as though I’m talking to someone, just yammering on about my wonderful Work in Progress.

Oddly enough, I find that it is mostly in present tense. The books will not be written in present tense, but it plays out in my mind as though it’s happening right in front of me. First this thing happens and then Gus responds thusly, and then some characters go somewhere together, and so forth. It’s like a rambling journal entry.

Of course my hope is that within a month or so, I’ll have the entire story told to myself, and then all I’ll have to do is go back and tell it to everyone else! 2 months ago

lovingeveryminuteExtraordinary Life, Happy People, and one of My Many Strengths

So a week and a half ago, I was asked to head up a committee to prepare activities for the women’s group at church. OK, fine. I can do that. I already knew that there was an activity planned for last night at the time, but the former committee chair had moved away. They’ve been advertising this activity for months and even had a cute poster made, and handed out invitations to it, so naturally I assumed I’d be sort of “watching” this event unfold, and not really take over leadership of the committee until we moved on to our next activity.

Guess again! I got thrown in the deep end on this one. The only thing that had been done was that the leadership of the organization had decided what they might like to do and someone made a misspelled poster and smaller copies of it to hand out as invitations (by misspelled, I mean “Thursady”, and I may have been the only one who noticed it).

THEY HAD NO PLAN!!! They just told me, “This is what we’d like to have happen. Go!” Oh brother.

So off I went. Apparently, as right-brained as I know I am, my left-brained instincts can kick in rather quickly, and I can organize other people with lightning swiftness. Probably being a first-born has made me excellent at bossing people. heh heh. :)

So, I made assignments and put together an email group so the committee could communicate easily and we could all stay on the same page as to what was being accomplished. Unfortunately, no one else on the committee had ever been part of an egroup before, so they didn’t use it effectively and I still had to spend hours on the phone babysitting everyone.

No matter, though! I know how to keep things super simple, yet extraordinarily beautiful, and we pulled off a wonderful evening without a hitch.

I wrote a poem that made them all say, “ohhhhh”, which made me feel like writing a hundred more poems just so I could read them out loud to people!

We served dessert off a cart so the women who came to the event wouldn’t have to stop what they were doing, or walk all the way down to the kitchen and carry their plates back.

The set up didn’t take the former hour or so. It took all of about 15 minutes the way I planned it, and I got a lot of thank yous for that. The clean up was lickety split, too, because everyone tossed their own plates in the trash (except me, actually. I was writing something and a hand reached around me and took my plate away. sweet!) and the decorations were simple, so they were simply taken care of.

I could go on, but I think I’ll write the rest in my journal. Overall, we couldn’t have done a better job if we HAD had two months to prepare. It was awesome! 2 months ago

lovingeveryminuteDid I seriously not take a picture of that?!

I had such a cute pedicure for the first half of February. It was pink and black, with red accents. Different patterns on each toe. Stripes, polka dots, hearts, jewels, and a textured heart for Valentine’s day. I can’t believe I didn’t take a picture of it.

Anyway, now my toes are all cleaned off and in need of another idea. hmmm. Minions, maybe. That would be fun, but I don’t know if my toenails are big enough. I guess we’ll see. 2 months ago

lovingeveryminute5 years later . . .

. . . so those girls have graduated by now, right?

How did that project go, anyway? What did you/they do with the worry dolls they made? 3 months ago

lovingeveryminuteJanuary 2014

I love these deep, rich colors. 3 months ago

lovingeveryminuteDecember 2013

Red, white, green and silver plaid. I’d been planning this one for a while. I like the way it turned out. Hardly wanted to take it off, but my January one turned out great, too. :) 3 months ago

lovingeveryminuteNovember 2013

Argyle. Love it! :) 3 months ago

lovingeveryminuteOctober 2013

I wasn’t at home the entire month of October, so I used my daughter’s nail polish. She has a whole bucket of the same brand. It was kind of interesting to make tiny lines with a toothpick again. I’ve been spoiled with my paintbrushes, but they turned out pretty well. 3 months ago

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