The Back Dor: January 2009

Monday, January 26, 2009

Snow and Sunshine

We woke up to more snow (maybe 3 inches) and only on the vegetation!!! WHEW! He finally listened and got it right. For years I've been praying for snow, but only if it doesn't fall on the road.

Anyway, I went to work out and by the time I returned there was still ice on my windshield—it still hadn’t melted all the way. It is FREEZING out there. At least my boot hills won't sink in the mud this time. I'm lookin' on the positive side of life today becuase it is sunny! YES THE SUNSHINE IS BACK!

The sun has shown for the past three or four days which is good and bad.

Good—because it makes the world and life seem bearable.

Bad—because I see all the dirty spots on my windows.

Good--because the kids will go outside and play.

Bad—because they come back in freezing cold.

Good—because I can get my car washed.

Bad—because all that water then freezes in my locks and I’m stuck in my car until the kids find an extension cord long enough for the hair dryer.

Good—because I love to wear sunglasses (don’t have to put on eye make-up to run an errand).

Bad—because I can’t find my sunglasses since the last time it was sunny—I think that was 1994, but I could be off by a year or two.

Good--because we can all sing happy songs.

Bad--because we are all now singing those sunshine songs and you can't get them out of your head no matter how many hymns you hum. You know the ones I'm talking about: "Sunshine on my Shoudler" (John Denver) on and the Beatles "Here Comes the Sun" and there other smash hit "Good Day Sunshine" and my personal favorite: "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine..." (You're very welcome.)

Good--because it makes me want to make dinner.

Bad--because I realize that when it is time to put the burgers on the grill the sun will have already set--it is January in the North after all! (Do you think Steve would mind doing it with a flashlight and his parka if I promise him I won't put my cold feet on him in bed?)

Good--because I need the vitamin D.

Bad--because the only exposed part of my skin while outdoors is the tip of my nose. (I wonder how long I will need to stay out to get the Daily Recommended Dose of vitamin D when only 1 square centimeter is exposed. I probably don't want to find out because we probably don't have that much daylight right now anyway.)

Good--because when I tell my kids "If you don't I'm going to kick you outside." I can really carry out that threat.

Bad--because they will want hot cocoa when they come in and I think the last time I needed a chocolate fix I snorted it all. (Boy was that high good. Guess I better get to the canery and get another 2 year supply. I wonder, do they make it in an IV drip formula?)

Good--because my puppy sits in the sunshine and it makes his coat shine.

Bag--because he won't come sit in my lap and warm me up--and boy, he needs a bath!

Good--because it tells me that the Second Coming hasn't happened just yet and I missed it. I was beginning to wonder with all the darkness...

Bad--because I still have to be good!

Have a happy sunny day!

I'm bored!

My daughter is constantly telling me she is bored. I try to remind her that she is human, but she just rolls her eyes at me.

One day, I told her to find something to do and she did this:

If you can't see it very well, I'll tell you that it is a mermaid made out of modeling clay.

Monday, January 19, 2009

It finally happened

I finally had a dream about my mom.

This was the mom I had a dream about. I was this girl for a good part of the dream but then I turned into this age self. Patetic how I could age 20 plus years, but not my mom.

I'm not sure how the dream began, but all of a sudden I was sitting on my living room carpet, the one we had when I was a little girl reading scriptures with my mom. We were knee to knee, elbow to elbow on the floor reading the scriptures. She would stop and give a little lesson every so often, but we just knelt there reading.

It then hit me I was dreaming about my mom, I got to be the real me--the old me--and I tried to ask her questions about heaven and what it was like and she kept Shhing me and told me to read my five verses.

I then woke up. DARN! But at least she finally was in my dream--at least that I could remember.

I miss her something awful! Have lots to tell her and ask her. But mostly I just want to say, "I love you" and give her a squeeze.

Friday, January 09, 2009

Mr. Buttons

I know for a fact that my husband didn't know this element was in the movie and I don't fault him for taking me to it, but I guess I'm still too raw.

Steve took me to see The Curious Case of Benjamin Buttons over the weekend. The movie is fantastic. What a wonderful love story, but....

he didn't know that it was a dying mother explaining to her daughter the story. That was a killer for me!

Just before my sister died I went to the movies with a bunch of girl friends and we didn't know this at the time nor did I know how it would effect me, but the movie was about a sister dying.

Boy I better vet the movies I see just a bit more.

TEXTING should be OUTLAWED!

Ok, I've had it with this new found craze called TEXTING!

Our sons have cell phone and we foolishly thought that they would obey the rules of our family "no texting". Ok, it didn't help that one of our sons' youth leader thought that even though we had told them not to text it was ok so he sent Kray some text messages. (great run-on sentence there teach!) So we over looked the four or five messages and the $20 text bill. We over looked the $7 one the next month as well. Then BAM! The next bill was over $200 and the next one over $300! Needless to say, that son lost his phone for the Christmas break.

We looked over our plan--we don't need texting--and found out that we had to PAY to have this feature--which we don't want nor use--disabled from plan. GRRR!!!

THEN......
this past weekend my wonderful husband took me to see a movie (more on the movie in another post) and even though it said multiple times to silence phones and NO TEXTING, two rows in front of us some blankity, blank teen age girls texted the whole movie. It would have been one thing if they would have done it below their waste, but NO! They had to hold their phones up to their face (you know it is small type) to read as well as send text. Now, you see the problem is that the screens glow! And the light hit me straight in the eyes!

They are just darn lucky I wasn't sitting directly behind them or I would have grabbed the phones and said, "You can have them at the conclusion of the movie."

Now, you may ask why didn't I just switch seats. The answer is simple: the place was packed!
I still am hopping upset at those unthoughtful, "the rules don't apply to me" teenage snobs!

Monday, January 05, 2009

Happy Birthday

Today is my mom's birthday.

She isn't here to take my phone call, open my card or blow out her candles. She is probably so busy in heaven she doesn't even know that she is 75 today. She is in her 29 year old spirit teaching, preaching and loving those who need love. Her knees work, her mind works and she is having the best birthday ever.

My birthday letter to my mom,

Dear Mom,

There is no word known to man that can express the hole in my heart. I miss you so very much. I miss knowing that within nine digits on a phone I can hear your voice. That sweet voice that never once had the tone of, "OK, what is it now my silly daughter. You know you have interrupted me." Instead it was a cheerful, "Hello" in the tone of "you are the most important person in the world and let my meal burn!"

I miss your motherly advice, and boy do I need it know. But I know what you would tell me anyway--PRAY! You would say, "Pray, my darling, and He will help you." You are right, He will, but it still sounds so much better when you say it. And of course it humbles me enough to go and do.

I miss knowing that when I take Kray in the next week or so to visit one of the Dr. Ostlers I can stop by, just for a moment and see your smiling face. Instead I will only go and place a rose on your grave. I will smile and know that you love me and think I'm silly for wasting money on a rose that will die. But I can't hug you so you will just have to take the rose.

Tonight we celebrated your birthday and we tried very hard not to cry--but it was hard--VERY HARD. We each wrote something to you on a piece of paper and let it go. We could only watch them for a few feet because it gets dark so fast in January. We love you mom!

Oh, and on your cake, I put the number 29 because I know that's what you would have wanted and you would have laughed at it. I couldn't find enough letters to spell "Older than dirt" so I got the numbers 29. I might just have to use them in 8 months on my birthday cake.

I love you to pieces mom and miss you every day.

Love,

Doreen

Saturday, January 03, 2009

Happy 2009

When you turn over a new calendar you are supposed to make new goals and resolutions--RIGHT!?!
Well, here are mine:
1. Get healthy. (I'm not going to say lose 40 pounds becuase that ain't gonna happen.)
2. Read every day from the scriptures--personal reading, not family.
3. Attend the temple twice a month (hopefully once a week, but I've got to make it a goal I might achieve.)
4. Build my business (sponsor one new consultant a quarter and keep $500 a month in sales going--that's hard for me because I'm not a pressure type of gal.)
5. Don't kill my kids (had to do with stubborn teens.)
6. Have fun!

Well, we will see how it is working.

The Back Dor

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