Wednesday, May 31, 2006
7 things I want to do before I die:
Buy a house that I LOVE
Travel outside of the US with my dh
Lose the weight I know I should (I figure if I give myself until before I die, it may happen!)
Become the crazy old lady in the neighborhood (everyone has one...I want to be that one!)
Run a marathon (again, with "death" as my deadline, it may happen!)
Finish college and become a sign language interpreter
7 Things I can't do:
Run very far, or very well
Pass up the chance to hold a baby (crying or otherwise)
Give up on myself
Sing a solo (give me a choir...)
Play piano WITHOUT sufficient warning (like 2 or 3 weeks)
7 things that attracted me to my spouse:
His singing voice
His positive attitude
His desire to have the better life
His bod (yes, dear, I said your bod!)
7 Things I say often:
Come here....come here....come here....
I'm going to sell you for a million dollars! (to Cam when he's ornery!)
I love you! (to my dh and Cam!)
7 Books I love:
The Work and The Glory Series by Gerald Lund (there are 9 books...does that count??)
Fire and the Covenant by Gerald Lund
Harry Potter Series by JK Rowling (6 books there...do they count??)
ANY Dr. Seuss book
The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein
Any book by Anita Stansfield
The Book of Mormon
7 Movies I could watch over and over again:
Monty Python and the Holy Grail
The Princess Bride
The Little Mermaid
Head over Heels
A Walk to Remember
After this there was one called "7 people I'd like to tag." But since most of the people she tagged are the same ones I'd tag, I figured I'd leave this part off! As I've said before, if you feel the need...then consider yourself tagged! :)
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Monday, May 29, 2006
The topic is: In memory of....
This is my father's parents. This post is in memory of my beautiful grandmother H. She died August 25, 1999. She wasn't very old when she died, only 58, but she led a very filling life. She had colon cancer and she lived for over a year past her initial diagnosis. Her last year was an eye opener for me.
My grandma LOVED life. She was an outdoors woman that taught me to love the outdoors. She loved fishing, hunting, camping and just being outside. Thanks to her I have MANY memories of camp outs with my family and names for things that probably shouldn't be called what she called them. One of my favorite memories involves the place we went camping this weekend. She had to go to the bathroom, and the only facilities around was a small outhouse down the road. She HATED spiders and if there was a chance that one would be around, she'd take preventative measures (many times, me!) She grabbed my hand and told me that we needed to take a walk to the "pinky-stinky!" So, for many many MANY years I called outhouses "pinky-stinkies!"
I was her oldest grandchild and I have memories of her for as long as I can remember. I can remember coming to her aid time and time again when she'd find a spider (I was her spider killer) and I remember her outside of her home without shoes. The woman hated shoes of any kind and had the funniest flip-flops I'd ever seen. There was no top to them, just the soles! It was one of her prized finds! She only wore the things a few times, but it was funny to see her coming toward us, barefooted...except she wasn't really!
Going to her house, I would be assaulted with smells. Smells of yummy food and cigarette smoke. She was a smoker until about 3 or 4 years before she died. So for a long time the smell of cigarette smoke was a comfort to me, now it just makes me gag!
One of the funniest things about my grandma was her love of the color orange. EVERYTHING in her house was orange, from the carpet in her living room, to the laminate in her kitchen. When I think of her house '70's orange is the color that comes to mind! She loved collecting things too. She had a small bookcase filled with Garfield toys, her fridge was covered in magnets, and she had spoons and knick knacks on her walls. She was a mother to 8 kids. Many of them have inherited her sense of humor. My dad told me that one of her famous sayings was one that my own mother adopted when we got too obnoxious. "I'm going to change my name to a bad word, so when you say it I can slap you!" Of course, since it was from my grandmother, she'd actually put in the swear word, but I'm not a swearing person, so I've omitted it! But she was very funny and passed that quality onto her family.
One of the best memories I have of her happened a few months before we found out she had cancer. She was a bus driver for the local school district and she even taught driver's ed for CDLs! She was an amazing driver! Every year she'd have to go to Boise for the state bus driver meetings and that year she asked me to go. We had so much fun. She told me stories of her growing up years and we giggled like little girls. That trip will ALWAYS be a highlight in my life!
Ever since I was a little girl I wanted to have my grandmother come to my wedding. As a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, I knew I wanted to be married in the temple and I also knew that she wasn't able to go because she had several faults that prevented it. So on that trip to Boise I let her know that I wanted her there. Shortly after that she and my grandpa became active once again in the church and a year before I got married they were able to go themselves! After I met Steve, she drilled him with questions about what our lives would be like and how many kids we'd have. I was happy to know that she approved of him and that she'd be able to go to my wedding. We set our wedding date for early August, but unfortunately, things weren't working out, so we had to move the date back to October. She died the end of August and I was heartbroken. I wanted her there badly! We had been praying for her to be released from the pain of her small, broken body, so it was a relief, but all the same I was upset she wouldn't be there. On my wedding day, I was blessed to know that she was there in spirit. There was an empty seat beside my grandpa and I knew that she was there!
I love and miss my grandmother. There are days when I think about her ornery attitude and I see it in Cam or feel it in myself. She was a wonderful woman and I dearly, dearly miss her!
To Read OTHER MLMs go to Rachelle's blog.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
I've been packing to go camping all morning. I'm so excited. We go to Island Park Reservoir every year! It's usually dry and windy, but with the wet spring that we've just had I think it will be different! Our normal camp outs get rained on and so we are expecting to get wet. So for me, rain reminds me of camping. I can't tell you how much I LOVE rain. The sound, the smells, the clean feeling it gives EVERYTHING! I'm just excited to be going soon! I hope you all have a wonderful Memorial Day weekend...no matter what you do! :)
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Okay, onto my funny story from this weekend. It has similarities to a post I've done previously that was pretty disgusting, so I will warn those who get easily disgusted to not read the rest of this post.
Okay, have we gotten rid of those prudes who think that accidents don't really happen?? I'll wait for a few seconds to get rid of them......are they gone? Good, here goes:
I was at a wedding luncheon on Saturday for one of my cousins. He and his new bride were just beaming with that new-love glow and I was having an enjoyable conversation with my grandparents, my mom, and my brothers. I had brought Cameron, but he had reacquainted himself with my cousin's daughter and they were roaming the church playing in every unlocked room they could find. I was beginning to worry when I didn't hear crashing, running feet, or the usual kid-noises. Soon we were laughing and joking around when my cousin's daughter came up to me and said in a very matter-of-fact voice, "Your son pooped his pants."
The first thing that ran through my mind was, 'Oh, no!! I don't want to clean this mess up.' The second thought was, 'It can't be that bad...he's old enough to know better, I'm sure it was just a mistake.' I turned to find my son standing behind me, here's where it gets gross, he was DRENCHED in poop. He was dripping all over the floor. I was mortified. I grabbed his hand and led him quickly out of the gym searching desperately for the room that had been destroyed by my son's accident. I ran down the hallway asking him which room he was in when it happened. He couldn't remember. I then asked the little girl who had been with him where he had pooped and she said, "He pooped his pants." I asked her again and her reply was, "He pooped his pants." She wouldn't stop saying that OVER AND OVER AND OVER! Finally I asked her the appropriate question for a 4-year-old: "What room was he in when he pooped his pants?" She told me it was in the restroom. So I searched out the restrooms feeling grateful that it was on a hard floor and the clean-up should be simple.
After looking in the bathrooms I found no evidence of his mess. So I asked them where he was when his accident had happened and they told me that he was by the piano. Okay, so now I knew he WASN'T in the bathroom like I had thought....now I had carpet to deal with. (UGH!) So searching the "piano" rooms I found a small mess in the Young Women's room. By this time I had stashed my son in the nearest bathroom for safe keeping. I hurried to him. He was completely embarrassed and I proceeded to clean him and his clothing.
After 15 minutes worth of cleaning my son, I deposited him outside by the church so he wouldn't drip that NASTY water all over the building and I proceeded to the Young Women's room. I promptly cleaned the carpet as best as I could with what little resources I had. The janitor's closet was locked tightly and I had resorted to a wet, soapy paper towel and a dry one to soak up what I had left. I cleaned and scrubbed all the time thinking naughty words about the mess I was left to clean up. I wasn't really mad at my son, I know accidents happen and I'm sure he didn't know that this would have happened to him, I was mostly mad at the mess that I was left to clean up.
As soon as my frantic cleaning was done I hurried to find my mom so we could go to my house to get Cam into clean clothes. People were asking me where Cameron was and I told them that I had left him outside while I cooled off. Then I rummaged around the kitchen for a plastic bag to set the boy on while we were in the car and when I turned around there was my pathetic looking son, wet shoes in hand with his head down-turned. I hurried him out the door and told him that I asked him to stay outside for a reason. I think he thought I was punishing him, so I had a heart-to-heart talk with him. I told him that I was not mad at him, but I was disappointed in what had happened and told him that the reason he had been outside was because I didn't want to make the church messier than it was. He seemed to understand and we went home where I cleaned him up properly.
At the time I was grossed out and not happy in that situation, but looking back I can see the humor in it. I'm just glad that it was resolved quickly. I guess potty-training doesn't end when I thought it did.
Monday, May 22, 2006
My life Monday this week is: My parents named me __________ because . . .
*Sounding very much like a junior high English paper...* My parents named me Dawnyel because my mom liked the name Danielle, but it was too popular in her opinion, so she revamped the spelling and pronunciation and came up with Dawnyel (pronounced ‘don-yell.’) She tells me that she came up with my name when she was 16 years old and she was able to use it a few short years later when I was born. (She was only 18 when she had me.)
Growing up with that name was a difficult thing. I was called all kinds of things that weren’t even CLOSE to what my name really is. I was called: Donell, Donkeyell, Dogsmell, Darnell, D’nell, Dougyell and many other variations of those names. My rubbaundiesluva partner in crime, Carrie, was notorious for coming up with new nicknames for me almost weekly. I can’t even remember all of the things she called me while we were growing up. Most of her nicknames had NOTHING whatsoever to do with variations on my name, but her own creations. While I was in school I really HATED my name. It was too hard for substitute teachers to pronounce correctly and WAY too easy for other kids to make fun of.
Growing out of school I have slowly come to LOVE my name. I appreciate now that I had a UNIQUE name and not just a regular name that would force me to use my last initial for differentiating between me and others. As the years go by I have actually run into other people who’s name is pronounced the same way as mine (there’s even a professional basketball player who’s name is the same as mine...but he’s MALE!) But no one, yet, has the same spelling and pronunciation as my mother’s creative attempts!
As a funny side note...I was reading someone else's MLM and she put up a link to find out what your name means about you...I did my own name and it TOTALLY describes me! I'm shocked!!
To read other MLMs go to Rachelle's blog!
Friday, May 19, 2006
Okay....I did it...I got my hair chopped. I have been dying to do it for a while now...but today while Steve and I were wandering the streets of our town he pulled into a parking lot and asked me if I was ready and willing to cut my hair. I enthusiastically agreed and we hurried into our new hair cutting place and asked if there were any available stylists who could chop my hair. Luckily enough someone had just cancelled and there was ONE opening. It was fate....I know it!!
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Van: We just bought our "dream" car...and it's not a car, it's a van. I don't know what it is about vans that I love, but they're so much fun.
Valentine: My hubby, who sometimes drives me crazy, can also drive me crazy in other ways! I love him sooooooooo much...sometimes I just need the reminder that he is my best friend and soul mate.
Vision: I have very rotten eyesight. I've had to wear glasses since I was in the first grade. Any "four-eyed" comments that have ever been said, I'm SURE I've already heard it! I someday WISH for lasik eye surgery. It seems I've even passed my lousy vision on to my son...he has astigmatism (like me!)
Value: I believe in looking for something in stores that has a great value.(a.k.a. INEXPENSIVE but not CHEAP) I'm not big into shopping for things, but I do love finding things that have a great price and is just what I've never known that I've always needed!
Vent: I'm not one of those people who holds in all of their emotions. I believe whole-heartedly in venting...in proper places, of course. I have a few tried and true places, or people to vent to and, so as not to overwhelm those people or places, I have many venting venues. (This blog being one of the many places I can go and feel complete acceptance of my rants and vents!) I vent most often to my mom, who over the years no longer feels like my mom, but like a really good friend. I love how I can start complaining about something and she picks up on it and helps me get the feelings out, or sometimes, makes me angrier than I was before. Most times after venting I feel better, but sometimes my venting can lead to more vents about venting. (How many times can I use that word in one sentence??)
Voila: A word I learned many, many, many years ago in French class that I NEVER knew actually started with a "v," I always thought it was "wallah!" Silly me!!
Victory: Someday I hope to claim this word in every aspect of my life. From victory over my weight to victory over my infertility problems. This word gives me hope!
Virginia: Actually, when I think of this word I think of two different things. One: this was the state where one of my brothers served his mission. He really grew up while he was there and thanks to him I now know that Virginia is a part of the South! Two: an exchange student that I knew in high school. She was VERY nice and sweet, but she and another exchange student friend would often laugh at my weaknesses and shortcomings. Fun memories.
Virgin: Okay....uh....what can I say about this one?? I have a 5 and a half year old....so......
"VERY": I love using this word (in case you couldn't tell!) It reminds me of a time when I was in school and we had to write in our journals every day. I did NOT like to write, but one day a friend challenged me to write more than her. So in order to fill up the page I wrote about "very" about a hundred times. Looking back at that journal makes me laugh, but to this day I have yet to find a word that I can use in place of "very!"
That's it! Gee, it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. If you want to play our little alphabet game, let me know in comments...and I'll give you a letter. Don't worry...I won't give you "v!"
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
I convinced my husband to get them for sentimental reasons and wouldn't you know it...he agreed with me (either that or he got fed up with my begging!)
Cam wanted to wear them too. He's such a cute and sweet boy!
Monday, May 15, 2006
Week 2 is here. Topic? How I met my spouse....this ought to be fun!!
I was attending ISU in Pocatello. I lived in the dorms at the top of the hill and I attended the LDS Institute at the bottom of the hill. It really wasn't that long of a walk, but there were nights it seemed long. I had no money for living there, but I knew in my heart that the Lord wanted me there...so I could meet my future husband. I knew it would only happen if I lived in Pocatello, and not somewhere else commuting!
I have always loved singing. Since I was little music has been one of my FAVORITE things! I was in the Institute's choir and loved it. The Institute presidency decided to put on a musical of sorts that spring, and desperately needed a choir for back up. So our teacher, Brother Homer, volunteered all of his choirs for the job. We practiced and practiced the music. One night at practice I was talking with my friend, and a guy sitting behind us put his two cents in. I turned around to see who it was and I laid my eyes on the cutest guy I had ever seen. He was tall, blonde, and handsome. I immediately knew that this was the man I would marry. I know it sounds corny, but I just knew! (Thanks to Rachelle for putting it into words for me!) My spirit recognized his. I had actually dreamed about the boy growing up and knew that he was the man for me. As soon as I glimpsed his face I turned back around and whispered to my friend that I thought he was cute!! We giggled, naturally, and tried to focus on practicing our songs. Another night when practice was over, I went with another one of my friends and stood by as this man that I knew I wanted to spend time with asked HER out on a date. She had just sent her missionary off and was a bit gun shy, but she agreed to go. As soon as he left she begged me to go along with her on this date. I happily agreed. I then told her that I really liked this guy and wanted to go out with him and she was all for helping us get to that point.
Saturday, May 13, 2006
- I love that she has instilled in me and my siblings a sense of who we are and who we can become. Without her I don't think I'd be the same person I am today.
- I love my mom's sense of humor. She's constantly laughing about something and it makes me happy to hear her enjoying life with her kids and family. She also claims that we got our father's sense of humor, but I think a healthy dose of that came from her!
- I love my mom's love of her family. She is always showing her family how much she loves and appreciates them by doing things for them without complaint and with a willing heart.
- I love my mom's laughter! I know I've mentioned before that her laugh is unique and I inherited that same type of laugh, but it always brings a smile to my face to hear her laugh.
- I love my mom's love of God and her religion. Because of her love for God I've also learned that I can turn to Him in times of need or times of prosperity and He'll be there for me.
- I love that my mom LOVES kids. She is known all around for her love of kids...she's the sucker-lady in her neighborhood...she takes crying kids to soothe them in church...she makes faces at crying babies in stores...she just loves kids and it shows!
- I love my mother's example to me of her love for her husband. I had a WONDERFUL example of two people being madly in love and I want the same for me and my family.
- I love that when I was being a major pain in the butt growing up she always told me that she loved me and that would NEVER change. I was very hateful, but she showed me that I could never change her love for me.
- I love that my mom is my mom. She has shaped me into the person I am and I know that without her I am nothing. She has given me the values I have, the love I have for others, and the attitude I have for life. There is no one like my mom in the whole wide world and I love her for all that she has done for me.
Friday, May 12, 2006
Thursday, May 11, 2006
The 4 Tag
Four jobs I've had:
2. short order cook
3. clothes sorter in a large discount store
4. secretary for a carpet cleaning company
Four movies I watch over and over:
1. Head Over Heels
3. Charlie and The Chocolate Factory
4. Moulin Rouge (for my Ewan McGregor fix!!)
Four places I have lived:
1. Idaho Falls
4. My old 1971 Pontiac Bonneville (when I was going to college in Rexburg)
Four TV shows I love to watch:
1. Desperate Housewives
2. A Baby Story (torturing myself most times)
3. Deal or No Deal
4. Family Guy
Four places I have been on vacation:
3. Nauvoo, Illinois
Four places I would like to go on vacation:
4. New York
Four websites I visit often:
1. My Blog
2. Other Blogs
Four favorite foods :
1. Sandwiches from a local place here in town
2. Tacos (homemade)
4. Chicken Critters, baked sweet potato, and house salad from Texas Roadhouse
Where I would like to be right now: (not all at once, but one would do!)
1. sleeping in bed with my sweetie
2. talking with my mom
3. In the Temple
Two for Togetherness Tag
2 things you compliment your husband on while in his presence:
1. His cuteness
2. His daddy skills
2 compliments you make about your spouse to your friends about your spouse:
1. He is such a good poet
2. He has a beautiful singing voice
2 traits you married him/her for:
1. His personality
2. His desire to want the best for me and him
2 Days you cherished the most with your husband being together:
1. Our wedding day
2. Our first camping trip together
2 Material things you could give your husband if you just inherited a fortune
1. Several more children either through adoption or invitro
2. A house of his own
2 things you would miss the most if she/he left for two weeks:
1. Cuddle time while I sleep
2. Someone telling me that I need to lighten up (he says I lie when I say this, but sometimes I really NEED someone to tell me to lighten up!)
2 thoughts that crossed your mind when you first met/saw your spouse:
1. He is cute
2. He is the man I'm going to marry! (maybe I'll say more about that later!)
2 favorite dates:
1. Staying home with him...without the boy!
2. Getting together with a group of friends(ususally my cousins) and playing games...then he's on my team and I'm not the bad guy if I win!
2 funny odd things you love.
1. His whiskers
2. The way he knows when I need a good squeeze!
2 two places you have lived with your spouse:
1. Idaho Falls
2. Idaho Falls (I guess we haven't been married long enough to have moved around a lot!)
2 favorite Vacations
2. Our trip to his grandparents' farm in Northern Idaho
Well, that's it....I guess I'm just a boring person....but who knows!! I should tag people...but I don't know who hasn't been tagged yet. So if you feel the need...then you are tagged! :D
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Today I realized why I hated it so badly...I have PMS. Yes, this affliction makes me hate my hair even more than usual! SO I still want to cut it, but it's not as bad as it was yesterday! I'll have to update my picture when I finally get it done!
Monday, May 08, 2006
Saturday, May 06, 2006
I had a blast on my short trip to Utah yesterday and today. I went, mainly, for my good friend's baby shower. It's her first baby and I am SOOOOOOO excited for her and her husband. I've known the girl since we were in middle school....feuding, most of the time. But after a very rocky year we've been buds since. Her shower was lots of fun. I got to meet a bunch of her new friends and I had a strange sense of deja vu. See, when I hung out with her in middle school I was the weird/funny one, she was the serious/thoughtful one, and another friend was the smart/quirky one. She has found herself the same group of friends in her town. I'm just so happy for her! She's doing well and seems ready to have her baby boy soon! (Her husband is excited too!)
I figured that if I was going to go to Utah that I would try to spend some time with my sister. So that's the whole reason that I left yesterday. I was hoping that Steve and I could both spend time there together, and maybe catch a session at the temple. But his work schedule got messed up, so he had to stay and work while I was stuck going all by myself.
Yesterday I was talking on the phone with my friend who's baby shower I was attending to see if I could spend some time with her before the shower,when Steve rushed into the house and annouced that the car was acting up. I was a bit worried since I was supposed to drive the thing to Utah, so we ran all over town yesterday trying to figure out what was going on. It turns out that our car, like most cars in the world, is wearing down. Our pistons aren't quite working the way they should, so we are in need of a full tune-up. The mechanic was telling me that it would cost us up to $400 for all of the repairs....OUCH! So I asked him if it would be okay to drive until we could get it fixed and he said it was fine. But all that worrying and trying to get it fixed took all of the time I thought I had yesterday, so I didn't get to my sister's house until after 10:00!! Not only was I late getting there, but once I did arrive I got lost trying to find her home! I could have sworn that I heard my sister tell me left instead of right....oh, well. (I also got lost going to my friend's house...I guess I'm just a bad direction follower!)
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Monday, May 01, 2006
And now for the much anticipated second part of my piggy story. As you can see by the picture the second big event that I wore those slippers to was my wedding reception. (And I encouraged my bridesmaids to wear their slippers too!)
I figured that since they were a part of the proposal, that I would be COMFORTABLE and wear them for my reception. After all, no one would see them....except for when I raised my dress to show them off...which I did often! Our photographer commented that he had NEVER taken a picture quite like this one at any other wedding. Needless to say, I was proud to be unique! And part of the uniqueness came from having my reception at my parent's home. After thinking back on anything I would have changed, I probably would have had it at a church. My parents' home is very large, but not quite large enough for the reception. We did have a good time and it was very memorable, but it was quite cramped.
ANYWHO...I decided to wear my slippers because I HATE high heels. I didn't want to be uncomfortable on my big day...so I wore those slippers and now I have an unusual memory that I can now share with all of you....now that I finally scanned this picture! I still have our proofs from the wedding. The week after I got the proofs from my wedding the photographer's company went out of business, so I still have them and I STILL need to call the guy and get the package that we had paid for. (If you wonder WHY I wouldn't call the guy...you must have missed my post about phonophobia.) Steve tells me often to call the photographer and get it over with...but I kinda like having all of the pictures to look at and remember...
We decided to get married in the fall after he proposed. I had talked to one of my good friends and she told me that she was also engaged, but that they were going to be married in August and gee, wouldn't it be cool to be married within a week of one another...I mean...we always do EVERYTHING together (born 4 days apart...engaged within days of one another...) So after discussing it with Steve we decided to get married a week before my friend. As the time got closer to the date we realized that it wouldn't work out...so we pushed the date back to October. My main concern about pushing the date back was that my grandmother wouldn't live to go to it. She had cancer and was in the last stages of it...and just like I had feared she didn't make it. But I will talk about that later.
The day of the wedding the day was bright and sunny...but the wind was blowing. (For those of you from Idaho, you know how bad it can get...and it was that bad!) My dad was working like a crazy man to finish some parts of the house, he's a carpenter and we always joke that the carpenter's house is never finished! So I went to get my hair fixed and came home to go to the temple. My dad was nailing the doors up. I told him that we had to be there in a half hour and he said that he had to finish and then he'd shower and we could go. I freaked out. We were about 10 minutes late and I knew that Steve was beginning to worry. We got to the temple and then we did all of the preparations and I was dressed and ready to go really fast! But the matrons in the temple told me that he wasn't ready, so I had to wait in the bridal room for him so that he could wait for me. We got to the beautiful room and right next to my grandfather was an empty chair. I could feel my grandmother's spirit and I just cried and cried. The words were beautiful and so was the ceremony. Then we went out to the bridal garden outside of the temple and took all kinds of pictures. My cousin actually took my favorite picture of the whole day...we were sneaking a kiss under the knotty tree. If you were to go to the gardens now that tree would not be there...I guess it got too diseased and they had to get rid of it, but it was a beautiful backdrop for a lovely picture. We had our post-wedding activities and had a fun reception. It was something that I will always remember and cherish...and my piggy slippers were a part of that special day!