week in review

As one of my favorite Mary Engelbriet sayings goes,"Time flies--whether you're having fun or not!" This week has flown by, leaving me feel like I haven't accomplished much in its wake. Being the list person that I am, perhaps I'll feel better if I document a few of the things I did accomplish.

• While shopping for an interior design client (a.k.a. my boss's wife) I found my 2009 word in a packet of scrapbook embellishments. I found a home for it in my work area and like the cheerful green reminder.

• Talked to Charlotte and/or Emily one or more times every day this week. Yes, I actually took a SP while doing so once.

• Documented Sarah's new haircut! Jacquelyn cut it--at Sarah's request--in a much shorter style. I'm a fan, as it's not only cute, but also much easier to take care of. Here's the Before:

During:

. . . and After:

Ta Dum!

Disclaimer: I hate my shower curtain, just so you know.

• I spent a day designing and hanging a family photo collage at the above-referenced client's house. They were out of town, so it was nice to have it be a fun surprise for them when they returned home. The wall is fourteen feet long and the collage will soon have a large sofa underneath it. I was pleased with the result, especially because my boss's wife was so pleased! (Their last name is Davis--hence, the "D.")
  

• Started gathering costumes for the musical I'm costuming at the high school this year, Once Upon a Mattress. Don't worry, the scary dragon head will not be part of the cast. I usually sew a lot of the costumes, but with a fairytale/princess theme it will actually be less expensive to rent most of them this year, a relief, I must admit.
  

• I love Linda, the owner of my favorite costume shop Marcia's, because she's so helpful and lets us take a carload of things to try on the kids before committing to rent them. I made her pose for a photo.

• This one's a biggie: I actually cooked real dinners almost every night this week. I tried new recipes, resurrected a few favorites, and generally felt like a Good Mom. Unfortunately, the only meal I thought to document was tonight's Dumb Dinner Night (a Wood family tradition of sorts). I made homemade caramel corn, buttered corn, and sliced some apples on the side for good measure.
  

Note Sarah's technique of using latex gloves to combat the stickiness of candied corn. It made me smile.

So there you have it! I guess I did accomplish a few things, after all.

even if I could afford to remodel my kitchen I would never hire this man

No custom countertop is worth such "hideous copy editing."

I was born of goodly parents

Today is my parents' 65th wedding anniversary.

We didn't have a big party or a fancy cake. We did what we always do--and enjoy doing on Sunday--attend church and have dinner together.

One of our Sacrament Meeting speakers talked about the importance of keeping the Sabbath Day holy, and the strength that comes from doing so. I experienced such a wave of gratitude for my parents, for their steadfastness, for their teaching me correct principles. I am so grateful that I have never doubted their commitment to the Savior or the depth and strength of their testimonies. They have provided for me such a sure foundation of faith, one which has been a strength to me my entire life.

I have never doubted their love for me. The strength of their love makes me feel safe and secure, even as an adult. I feel so blessed to be a part of their everyday lives now and try not to take that blessing for granted.

This picture was actually taken a couple of weeks ago on my Dad's 89th birthday. I love to see the love they have and express for each other. It is such a blessing to grow up in a home where love is freely expressed and shared.

Thanks, Mom and Dad. Thank you for staying married through good times and bad. Thank you for standing by me through good times and bad. Thank you for showing the world that two people can stay faithfully and happily married for 65 years. I love you both.

airing my dirty laundry

9 a.m. Saturday morning:

9:05 a.m.:

8 p.m. Saturday night:

8:35 p.m.:

8:42 p.m.:

Oh well. At least I was caught up on laundry for seven minutes.

recognizing God's kindness

In a General Conference talk given by Henry B. Eyring in October 2007, he admonished us to reflect upon, recognize, and remember evidence of God's kindness in our everyday lives. I love this talk, especially in light of my word for 2009, and before I go to bed want to record His kindness shown to me today.

I've had a very busy day, leaving the house shortly after 8 a.m. to go to the high school to measure the choir kids for musical costumes. After a couple of hours there, I ran home to pick up a set of plans needed at a jobsite (I work for a custom home builder), then picked up my mom and left for the construction site to deliver said plans. From there we went approximately 20 miles north for a slew of errands, stopping at Marshalls, Homegoods, Capabilities (a store with aids for the blind), Penneys, Lamps Plus, and Hobby Lobby. (Good thing my 82-year-old mother still has shopping stamina!)

I arrived home at 4:30 p.m., just in time to take the kids to their piano lessons, stopping at another store on my way home from dropping them off to make a quick return. After preparing, eating, and cleaning up dinner (by this time about 8:30 p.m.) I ran over to my friend Paula's house (nearby) to borrow a tool needed for framing pictures. We chatted for over an hour (so fun, as we haven't done this for a while) and when I got in my car to leave at 10:15 p.m. it wouldn't start. Would. Not. Start.

I tried the Wiggling-Wire-Trick that had worked for me previously in the parking lot of Sam's Club when my car had not started. I tried swearing at the car under my breath. I finally called Mark (who was already ready for bed) and I said a prayer that--if my car was going to die--please let it die a peaceful death at home, rather than behind my friend's car in her driveway.

Upon Mark's arrival, and with the help of Paula's handy husband--who used a broom handle to prod some contraption connected to the starter--my car started and I drove it home.

The hand of God, you ask? Think of all of the places my car might have died today, leaving my mom and me stranded far from home. Of all the stopping and starting my car did today, it gave out in the nearby driveway of a very dear friend with a very helpful husband. For this I am very grateful.

Guess I'd better look for an old broom to throw in the back of my car.

rockin' end to a snowy day

I woke up to about four inches of snow, which continued to come down heavily all morning long. Mercifully, Mark traded me cars, as mine is not so good in bad weather and I have a longer commute to work than he does. This photo doesn't really do the day's weather justice. I took my camera with me to work, thinking I would be an awesome blogger and snap a photo along the way. My drive ended up being of the white-knuckled variety so thoughts of blog posts were put aside.
It had stopped snowing by the time I got home around 1:30 p.m. and I decided to shovel a bit, "a bit" being the operative phrase here. The snow was much heavier than I bargained for and I still had my high-heeled boots and skirt on. I decided it was a good project for John to finish when he came home from school.

I decided to try one of Michelle's recipes from her blog for dinner, a creamy potato soup, which--when paired with a loaf of my mom's homemade bread--made for a tasty meal at the end of a snowy day. For FHE we talked about Remembering (sound familiar?) and wrote thank-you notes. Before the kids went to bed, John cajoled Mark and I into joining the family rock band for a round of Guitar Hero. I sang the vocals on "Heart Breaker" and must admit that I've never really listened to the lyrics of that song before. It was a little weird to sing about "releasing my inner fantasy" with my kids.

The evening had a few rocky spots, but I'm choosing to remember the good parts. Remind me next time to let someone else take the group SP so my head doesn't look so large.

back in the rafters

I finally managed to dismantle my Christmas decorations and put them all in plastic bins, ready to stow in the garage rafters until next year. I'm sure glad that Storage of Christmas Boxes falls under Mark's job description, as I am not very good at standing on high ladders while hoisting large, heavy bins over my head.

The tree always seems a bit lonely after all the decorations come off, but I still think it's pretty (though I did notice a few strands of lights are not working--oh well, I'll deal with that next year).

Susan sent me a large box of beautiful assorted red ornaments to add to my tree this year. It took me way longer than in years past to sort and wrap everything. One idiosyncrasy of mine is that I like to dust the ornaments before I put them away. After all, they've been on the tree for about six weeks and no one dusted them while they were hanging there!

Moosey kept me company, cuddled up on the dirty table cloth (from John's birthday dinner) that hadn't yet made it into the laundry pile.

So now I feel a little blue and rather tired, but mostly relieved that I can now clean my house and move on with January.