Da Haps 4 Ma Peeps

Just one of those catch-up blog posts for my peeps...givin' you all the 4-1-1, or "da haps"...a chance to get all up in our bidness. What?!? Well, any-hoo!

Mark

On a fast track to madness...end of the semester style. He was asked to be on a hiring committee for the assistant librarian on campus and they have to go through over 70 applications, as well as interviews, and decide BEFORE Christmas break...throw a few hundred research papers (7-10 pages) each in there for finals, and you've got a perfect storm, right? Sure sounds like it! Basically Mark is doing his best to keep his head above the mountain of paperwork trying to take his life, and doing pert near durn good at the juggling act! Only casualty is his chronic winter cough is back...I like to call him "barky Marky" this time of year!! LOL!!

Moi

I will actually be relieved when I can go back to my 6-8 hours a week next semester. Keeping up with my work schedule this semester has been challenging. Plus it's getting cold and the snow is going to come and I'm actually kind of looking forward to hibernating for a few months. Sure I'll come out on occasion, but the idea of pj days with Parker watching Dora sounds pretty good right about now. Picked up a side hobby/business venture in the past several months, it's called "online garage saling". I know, perfect for me, right? It's been so fun, and I have really enjoyed it. I've been able to sell tons of my stuff, make some money, and find a large portion of our Christmas presents online for cheap, cheap, cheap! Gotta love that! I have so many projects swimmin' around in my crafty little brain right now...mostly of the wreath variety. Don't ask me why, but I have plans to do a Christmas wreath, halloween, and valentines. I'll letcha know how they turn out.

Maryn



Looking forward to turning 11 soon. She keeps asking me when she can start wearing makeup...like every day, multiple times a day. Her class got another new girl this year and she and Maryn seem to have hit it off. Can you all just take a moment to recognize that God does hear secret prayers? This year is already so much easier for her, I couldn't be more relieved. She totally deserves it. She is such a kind-hearted, compassionate soul. She deserves a break now and then too!! Especially considering all the abuse she has been enduring at Parker's hand. For some reason Parker has really been picking on her lately...grabbing her glasses, pulling her hair, knocking her over. I asked Maryn if it bothers her, and she said no, not really. I wish she had that same attitude when it came to her relationship with Avery....if you know what I mean!! Ha ha! Maryn is learning to play the flute in the school band this year, and it's been fun for her. We'll see how her practice is paying off at the Christmas concert coming up next month.

Avery



Been doing a little better in terms of staying out of trouble...I can tell when she is trying and that's definitely a step in the right direction. The thing about Avery is that underneath her tough exterior, she is soooo sensitive. She needs love soooo much even though at times my first inclination is a swift kick in the behind, if ya know what I mean!! Other than that, she is doing fine. She enjoys playing her ds every chance she gets, and is sooo naturally helpful and nurturing towards Parker. They actually play together and it's really fun to see their close relationship. She's not doing any extra-curriculars right now. It's been nice to just have all the girls home after school, with no real schedule to answer to. She's been reading a lot too. I'm pretty sure she's almost done with Harry Potter series now.

Parker



She is really starting to act like a 2 year these days...she's talking like crazy, she's throwing tantrums more, she's eating less, she's pushing her boundaries more, but at the same time, my gosh!! Could she be any cuter?!? She really keeps us laughing and excited about life. It's so fun to explain and show things to her for the first time. Now if we could just get her away from the tv, we'd be doing awesome! ha ha! She definitely loves her "progrums". And suckers! Did I tell you about her recent obsession with suckers? Let's just say she will pretty much be amenible to anything if there's a sucker in store afterwards.

Well, that's about it for now. We are on our way over to Michigan for Thanksgiving. We'll be dining in the delightful company of my parents, the Griswold's, and the Pierson's...all the way from the rocky mountains! Should be a hoot, can't wait!! Enjoy your holiday everyone, I am soooo grateful for ALL of you!!

Loves and turkeys and punkin' pie,

Suzy

Sista's Reunion '11

Although it wasn't nearly complete due to the absence of the eldest sista, Shauna and our SIL Gretchen; the Sista's Reunion 2011 edition was still jam-packed with food, fun, laughter, therapeutic conversations, tears, flatulence (doh, did I really just say that?!? LOL!), cooking, very little sleep, shopping, and bittersweet goodbyes. It's never long enough, it's always too few and far between, and we always say "when can we do this again?!?" as we pull ourselves away. What can I say?!? I love my sista's and can't wait for next time!!


Dinner Friday night at the Macaroni Grill


Black Forest birthday cake for Melanie at Erin's house


Shopping at the Town Peddler


Lunch at Potbelly Sandwiches


Manicures and Pedicures with Amy and her girls in Milford (where the "friendly" Asian workers talked about our hairy legs!)


Suzy says da!!


A little brother thrown into our Sista's reunion...this pic reminds me of that one they took a looong time ago in their navy blazers and briefcases, remember that one? They were all matchy-match that night at dinner at a Mexican place in Milford.


Melanie and Erin hijack my camera and start getting a little silly.


After dinner we had to do a late-night Target run...you can imagine the hijinks that ensued. LOL!!

Until next time ladies...let's do the dang thang!!

Halloween Pictorials 2011

Ward Halloween Party: Meh...we don't do trunk or treat in this Ward...and Halloween just isn't complete for some reason w/o that. We do classroom trick or treat, a chili cook-off, and carnival games for the kids. I guess it's oooo-kaaaay...ha ha!! wah, wah, wah!!









Town wide Trick-r-treating: Always fun...I actually like the fact that the girls can literally go to every house in town within a couple hours. This year we started in the nice big neighborhood on the hill...you know, where they give out the "good stuff"!! Ha ha! After that, the girls took off with their own friends and we took Parker home. I picked them back up at the town cafe drinking free hot chocolate and cider at 7, which is when the lights go out in town. It's actually one of the neater aspects of living in a small town. Everyone is out, walking around with their kids, you know pretty much everyone, and they all gather at the local cafe at the end. Sounds kind of Mayberry-ish, doesn't it?





(For some reason this is the way Parker "poses" for pictures, with her hands in her face...where does she get this stuff?!?)










(Parker posing with her half-eaten candy bar...it was a great night for her!! Can you say SUGAR RUSH?!?)

Ghosts of Our Former Selves, Part 2

After I finished writing my last post, I realized that it was only part of what I had on my mind after reading cjane's post about the ghosts of our former selves. I realized that there was so much more I wanted to say, to write about. So here goes...

Along with the memory flashes of good times gone by, come the not so happy memory flashes. The flashes from my past that I'm not so proud of, the flashes where I humiliated myself, the times when I said something so hurtful, or the times when I didn't say enough, the flashes where I experienced such sadness that I thought my heart would literally break, the flashes where I was paralyzed with fear. I know we all have them, they are not so pretty and not so pleasant to remember.

Unfortunately they come just as often as the happy flashes, and I think they serve an equally important purpose. To remind us of things we've learned, things we've lost, things we've had to sacrifice for the greater good, and what NOT to do next time. Each memory teaches us and moves us forward, just like the good ones. I wouldn't be the person I am today without them, no matter how unpleasant my bad times have been, so for that reason I accept them when they come. I try and remember how I got through those times, and where I was on the other side after all was said and done.

I also sometimes think back about the person I was when my memories were happening. Who was I? What were my thoughts and feelings like? What were my struggles and fears? Why did I think I knew it all at that point in my life? Or why didn't I give myself enough credit for who I was? Why was I soooo hard on myself? If I could tell her something, anything...what would it be? The person I was 5 years ago, 10 years ago, and so on is not the person I am today. Sometimes she haunts me with regret, but most of the time I just feel sorry for her. I realize how much I've learned and grown from where I was.

I wish I could go back in time and relive some of my memories, especially the bad ones. I would do things so differently. I would realize that the period of my life that I thought I would never get through was really just a flash in the pan. Things do get better, time does heal wounds, and you can overcome. You can become a better person, you are absolutely capable of amazing things. Everything doesn't always have to be so hard. Aaaggh! I wish I could shake some sense into myself sometimes! Ha ha!

But then again, I know I have lived a rich life. I have had so many experiences, both good and bad, and when I think about how all of these things "shall give thee experience", and how truly blessed I am, I am humbled. This is all part of the "big picture"!! This is what the Plan is all about. Living our mortal lives...we get one shot. So be grateful for the time, the memories, and the lessons we are living each day. Live your life knowing that someday it will all come together in one big memory flash...and it will be yours forever.

Ghosts of our Former Selves & Flashes from our Past

I know many of you don't care for cjane. I understand it. I don't care for her for those same reasons, but even with her narcissism and self-indulgences, I still think she's a pretty good writer. Some of her posts are so thought-provoking for me. I really feel inspired to write after I read something she's written. So, if for no other reason, I continue to frequent her blog. (Even though looking at the millionth picture of her freckled face does get old after awhile...lol!)

So today, she wrote about ghosts of her former self that come back to haunt her. It really struck a chord with me this morning. I was just thinking about something like this yesterday. Not exactly what she was talking about, but a different angle and interpretation of it...

I asked Mark this question: do you ever find yourself completely carried away in a memory? A random flash from a place or an occassion that you are swept away to as if still experiencing reality? Almost out-of-body, but more like your spirit is remembering, feeling, sensing, and remembering an event from the past? I do.

Sometimes these memory flashes, as I call them are so real to me, it's like it's still happening. It's like it never ended and I never moved on, that years haven't even passed. It's strange, but I must admit I love it. I love the fact that I can immediately be transported back to happier times, where a treasured memory is burned so vividly in my mind that I know that yes, it did happen, and yes, it was incredible, and yes, it will always be with me. Mine, forever. I love that!

Here is an example before I utterly lose you in my rhapsody. For a long time after returning from my mission, I would have these memory flashes. For no palpable reason (like I didn't smell, touch, taste, or hear something necessarily) that prompted the flash, I would be transported to someplace/something in the mission field. Sometimes it was the bus stop in Hradec Kralove, where Sister Gerdy and I would trudge through the snow from our apartment to catch a bus to our tracting area during the bleak winter months. The light from a street lamp would glow gold and yellow into the night sky, dainty silvery flakes falling gently onto our dark coats. It would be so cold outside that my nose hairs would freeze, but I would feel so much warmth from within. "Click", the snapshot was taken and it was burned into my mind...seemingly forever. Other times, when I smell wood-burning stoves I am taken back to Olomouc and Ostrava...places out in the country where people lived very humble lives. I remember being invited into their tiny, warm abodes and offered warm cups of herbal tea. See how this works???

Just recently, I've noticed that those memory flashes from my mission which seemed so real to me years ago, have faded and are now being replaced with new memory flashes. Maybe because I'm getting older, maybe because my life is moving forward and I am creating new memories to replace some of the older ones. Some that I've especially been aware of recently have come from Pocatello when Mark and I were first married. Our life was so simple then...I remember coming home from work after 10 pm (when I worked for OfficeMax!) and Mark would be doing homework on the living room floor. His papers spread out, tv on, our cozy little basement apartment so warm and inviting after a long day. All I cared about was just getting home...to him, to our little pocket of life that we were just beginning together. Click.

Also another memory from Boise. Our first house...the little white one with blue trim on Latah street. This is the place that I remember having my babies in. Even though Maryn was 6 months old when we moved here, I still remember her and Avery being so little in this place. Our house was so small that I remember getting up and feeding Avery by the glow of the morning news (like 5 am) in the living room, because there was no place else to go. Mark was still sleeping, Maryn was still sleeping; so I would scoop up Avery and we would snuggle up on the couch and fall back asleep to the Boise news every morning after her feeding. Click.

Now I'm in Twin Falls. Fall prompts this memory. The girls and I would bundle up and take walks to the park that was in our neighborhood several times a week. We had a wagon back then, because they were too big for the double stroller now, but the few blocks it took to get to the park was juuuuust a little too far...there and back. As we walked, I remember the sound of crunching leaves under our feet and tires of the wagon. They would intermittently jump out of the wagon at points along the way...to pick up another pretty gold leaf, or a pinecone, to inspect a bug crawling on the sidewalk, or to race each other giggling the whole way to the corner. We'd play at the park for awhile and then head back home, usually for naps and quiet time in the afternoons when I would put a Disney VHS in the 'ole VCR. Where has that life gone?!? Click.

Even now, I know I am creating memories for me to escape to at some future time. Just the other day, as I was going through some of Parker's baby things to try and sell I am immediately taken back to those precious fall days 2 years ago, when she and I would go back to bed after getting the girls off to school. We'd watch re-runs of Jon and Kate Plus Eight between feedings and naps, while watching the leaves turn and fall off the birch tree in the front yard. Click.

Now it's your turn...what's the one memory flash you had while you were reading this post? Don't edit yourself, just let your mind go...see? It's kinda fun.