Post Turkey

Does anyone else think Thanksgiving is the best holiday ever?
Family, friends, food - lots of good food - football. No specific place to be, no demands but a great long weekend, removed from regular work and responsibilities.
I begin to see why Gamma likes it so.

This is me, full, happy and home for a few uninterrupted days. Perfection.

Thanksgiving 2012

I am not sure how we got here again so quickly but it's Thanksgiving time.
(Which means Christmas is just down the road and I am SO not ready.)
I am particularly thankful for the holiday this year though, which affords me the chance to remember that I am amazingly blessed and incredibly fortunate.
Despite my whining and complaining about how much I have to do and how tired I am and blah, blah, blah, I am thankful. And grateful for the much I have been given.
In that vein, my three kernels for this year:

1. Tarzan, Tarzan and Tarzan. If I only had him to be thankful for I would count myself lucky. He is the best person for me. He's smart, funny, talented, modest, patient, appreciative, cute and he loves me far more than I deserve. I am so thankful we get to be together for all eternity. 
2. Sleep. This is a little more mundane, but I do love the chance I get to sleep each night. I love our bed, and sleep is so unappreciated by those who get to do it most. (That would be children.)
3. Friends. In the past year Tarzan and I have made an effort to get together with our friends (all two of them) for a dinner or movie or something. It's nice to have good friends that we can talk with, eat with, laugh with and discuss with. They're fun and smart and very cool and we have a good time together. It's a blessing. 

I hope you all have equally as special things to be thankful for this year.

This is me with a Happy Thanksgiving everybody!

A Life Beyond #3

These houses that I show are not always well laid out - this one has three wings and you can't get between them without going out to the front foyer and taking a different path, like it's a maze or something - but they are always extravagantly arranged and decorated:

I can't imagine what I would use the room for. None of my friends would feel quite right sitting on the chairs and I know *I* wouldn't. I'd be too afraid of dropping a hair or something.

This is me and I wouldn't want to have to dust it.

Reflections On The Sixth Year

Happy Blog-iversary to me!
To paraphrase someone more famous than me; "it was the best of blogging years it was the worst of blogging years."
It's been six years since I started to write this web log, and while there was a large gap at the end of the summer there, I'm striving to end the year strong.
I've complained much-ly about how busy we are, and how we seem to be getting busier, but during the revisiting of our wedding day - thanks to finally getting to see our photos again - Tarzan and I realized we have ALWAYS been this busy. From the day we said we do, we've been running. Running here, there and everywhere.
I suspect we're feeling our age and just are not recovering like we once could. So it feels harder and longer and we are more tired.
But enough whining.
Though, maybe that's my schtick? The whining...I'm very good at it.
Anyway, thank you all for reading and I hope that more of you will comment in the future and if I get some sleep I might be back this time next year.

This is me and I so did not appreciate naps when I was able to take two a day.
This time last year: Reflections on the Fifth Year.

Hamburger Joint

Tarzan and I had to run an errand this evening, right over dinner time.
We don't eat out a lot  - time and money and location (it's a long way from our house to any establishments, let alone good ones) and logistics.
But tonight all things worked in our favor so we tried out a relatively new hamburger place - perhaps you've heard of 5 Guys?
In most respects, it was a typical burger joint, but the free peanuts offered throughout the place was a new twist.
The fries were really good - fat but crispy and salty.
The hamburgers were big and complex and I really liked the option of a "Little Burger," about half the size of normal, which was more than enough for me.
The really interesting thing about the place is that 5 Guys doesn't advertise. They have a website but no commercials, flyers or billboards. Most of their notoriety comes from word of mouth, which I figure had to have been slow at the beginning but also kept their costs down.
Fortunately the food is good, so it's become one of the next big things.
Crazy concept. But I like the product.

This is me and we are spreading the word.

Suggestions?!

So, there's a wedding coming up at church. It's not usual for us to have to plan and execute a ceremony - typically weddings are at the temple and it's all taken care of - but this is a special circumstance and so in a few weeks we're hosting a wedding at the church.
What I need from you, dear readers, is a suggestion for music for Tarzan to learn to play in time for the wedding. He's good, but doesn't have a lot of time to spend on learning hard stuff.
We need a nice piece or series of easily blendable pieces that are pretty, not hymns, fairly simple piano works that are also appropriate for a wedding.

This is me and it's a lot to ask but you're good peeps.

Visitor

I neglected to mention during my recap of the summer that my baby brother, LBO, started college this fall and had to be outfitted, packed up and shipped out. I didn't get to go with him - for the first time ever in my career as oldest child, I missed an inagural trip to college (Tarzan's parents were in town that weekend) - so I made sure to be on the receiving end of his trip home for Thanksgiving.
As he gets all of next week off, he tripped down today to avoid all the insanity of next week's traveling.
(Tarzan gets a whole week too. Why didn't I get a whole week off for Thanksgiving when I was in school? So unfair.)
He seems to be getting along well up north at school, making friends, going out, getting good grades. Even doing laundry.
The one thing he seems to have not found is a good haircut place so that's the priority when he's home next week:

This is me and our mother will be so disgusted and happy.

Too Soon!

I'm pretty sure I write this post every year.
Sure, the economy is terrible and retailers (also the government) want us to spend, spend, SPEND this Christmas/Hanukkah/Quanza season.
And the day after Thanksgiving is the busiest shopping day of the year
But what is with the decorations and the banners and the music already?
We have an entire week to go until the earliest Thanksgiving Day possible and already the Christmas lights are out and on and the banners are up and the radio is INSANE to be all Christmas, all the time, already.
Seriously?
Is there no money to be made from Thanksgiving, that we have to skip it and go straight from Halloween to Christmas?

This is me and can't we just wait one more week?

A Life Beyond #2

This is slightly less dramatic than the inaugural episode.
Still, it's not every house that has one of these either:

There are two more rows of seats behind the one you can see.
Each with it's own cup holder and space for snacks.
The seats recline, with footstools.

This is me and I could live with that.

Besides Pancakes

Does anyone have ideas for what to do with literally 1/2 a gallon of maple syrup?
We had a "service project" for the Young Women of the Stake and they needed Mrs. Butterworth containers - but empty ones - with about a week's notice.
So I have A LOT of maple syrup in my kitchen.
We don't even live in an area getting snow this time of year, so no making candy in the back yard.
And there's only so many times one can eat pancakes and waffles.
Ideas?

This is me and it could get sticky.

Lights Out

This was not a good day for light bulbs in the house.
First the dining room blew a bulb when I was setting the table for dinner.
Then the light went out in the dryer while I was doing laundry. (Does anyone know how to fix the light in the dryer?)
Then the lamp in the bedroom burned out, the fixture in the living doesn't work consistently anyway and it was having a bad night too.
Oy.

This is me and I need stock in GE.

Or Maybe I Need An iPad Mini

As much as I love my iPhone - and I do, I like it a lot - it was not made for a left handed person. I had to organize all the icons the other way on the home screen because I kept hitting Twitter when I wanted Messages and texting one handed is just so irritating. I can't shift or add smileys or insert numbers...
I know - then use two hands Jane! - but when walking or sitting at an open house or trying to surreptitiously get a message out when in the middle of something else...
Plus with my trigger finger acting up I can't bend part of my hand too easily.
Maybe it's just that my fingers are too short.

This is me and I need to learn to focus I guess.

Veteran's Day 2012

This is part of a poem by an Institute professor of mine from college. He was in the Vietnam War and despite the long hours he stood, teaching, in front of us, the number of activities he went to with us, we didn't know until after we graduated that he had lost a leg in the conflict:

...And now, their offering accepted,
Their sacrifice men will laud,
Because, in offering their gift to man,
They really gave to God.

 

Thank you Brother Parson.

And thank you Grandad, who was born as WWI began and served on a hospital ship in WWII:

Thanks to them all.

 

This is me, on Veteran's Day.

Letdown

And just like that, my lovely sleep high, earned last weekend when we turned the clocks back, is gone.
(I know, you peeps with children do not love the time changes, but I surely do love this one in the fall. I always feel cheated in the spring.)
All it takes is one evening with more than the usual stuff to do, someone needs to be picked up at a different time than usual, preparations for the Saturday activity take longer, dinner is later and then bed is later, rising is earlier and now, no more feeling lovely and well rested in the morning.

This is me and I made it last almost a whole week.

Apparently It's Not Enough

How many people do you think get the police called for them to make sure they are okay?
Apparently it's just me then...
One of the inactive sisters in our ward (church congregation) calls me fairly often. I suspect she's lonely with only her art (she paints) and cats for company. But we have a love of cats in common and I don't live too far from her so I drop by on occasion to see her and take her some food. Whatever she needs.
Yesterday she called me again but I wasn't able to answer because I was driving - remember I am a law abiding citizen - so I let it go to voicemail. She called me several times throughout the day when I couldn't answer - I did A LOT of driving yesterday - and my phone was doing something weird and then I also work in a neighborhood where the cell reception is terrible. So I got a lot of voicemails from her.
None of this is very remarkable at all.
Except.
She called the police last night because she couldn't get a hold of me and wanted to make sure we were okay. Which is sweet but a little weird.

This is me and the RS thing is bigger than I knew.

In Six Weeks

About that trigger finger that has been bothering me - I finally got to see the doctor today for it.
(I know, but Dr. Z is a busy man.)
Turns out my trigger finger does not have enough of a trigger to warrant a Cortisone shot, so it's painful stretching, bending and squeezing exercises for me and my index finger with massive amounts of ibuprofen for the next six weeks.
Then we will revisit Dr. Z and see what he thinks. It might be better by then, OR after all the fun therapy, I might get a shot anyway.

This is me and my index finger.

A Life Beyond #1

While showing houses for Stingy I see many styles of decorating and interior design. Some of it is cool, some is creative and some is downright weird. In fact, there are so many I might start a weekly thing to document it.

The first installment would have to be this.

Imagine walking into your HUGE master closet and seeing this everyday:

So not even kidding a little bit.

This is me and it's a different sort of life they lead.

Election 2012

We voted:

This is not enough though, because many of the things that need addressing were not even on the ballot today. So I have some suggestions for the leaders of our great nation for the coming months.

• Have a single term for each president. 4, 5, 7 year term, that's fine, but make it only one and then the parties wouldn't spend the first four years in office campaigning for the next four and they might actually get something done.
• Consider other parties. We look like a two party country but we don't need to be. We could really benefit from an independent getting a shot at the White House.
• Eliminate the electoral college. We don't need that thing any more, except it makes it easier for CNN to project the winner, but I think it ought to be the popular vote that decides the president. Majority rules and all that.
• Make the job of senator and house of representative be a part time job - they only meet 45% of the time anyway and not everyone sits in each session - and when they're done, they're done. No pension, no security force, no lifelong codling and no insider trading or voting for their own salary raise.
• Make election day a holiday and make voting mandatory. Use ink on our fingers to eliminate voter fraud and have it be harder to get into our bank accounts if we don't vote - fines or something.

This is me, doing my civic duty.

Sad But True

I caught this on FB the other day:

And I laughed so hard. It's true, so true. It's reasons like this that I am glad I don't live in Th Frozen North anymore. 75F in November anyone?

This is me and I've lived it, so I know.

Ode To Twelve Years

Now I know why people pay large amounts of money for photographers.

When Tarzan and I were married - twelve years ago today - digital photography was not really a thing yet. It was, but for things like a wedding most stuff was still being shot in analog. And along with that comes the print discussions and issues.

We got certain images bound in a book. But there was no CD for us to take home and get our own prints from later.

Many years, more money and a few slight issues later we had the original negatives in our possession. However, they were not standard 35mm negatives, no, we had 120mm negatives which can't be scanned on a regular scanner, or on most commercial ones without paying A LOT more money. Again.

I dithered about it for a while and Tarzan finally got tired of me and bought a flatbed scanner with an attachment for 120mm (which was less expensive than getting someone else to do the scanning) so we could scan our negatives and finally, FINALLY have digital copies of our wedding photos.

I finished the scanning a few weeks ago and got our first look in 12 years at our images.

And realized what "retouching" actually means:

Some of the flaws were less noticeable and then we realized how young we were back then:

And then we looked at our families and how young THEY were:

The breakdown of the above photo is as follows, starting on the far left; the adorable flower girl now co-manages a business; the next girl is married, has 2-1/2 kids and has lived in three countries; the next girl has a master's degree and dates like a fiend; the next one got married this last summer and works with animals, curing cancer or something; the girl closest to me has been married, divorced, works as an interior designer and had lived in 12 apartments in her city; Tarzan's brother (going down the other side) has been married, widowed, married again, with two kids; the next brother works for the state, making sure we're free of ingested toxins, is married and has three kids; the next brother is a NASA scientist with a wife and baby; the next brother returns from his mission in three months; and the last one on the right just started college.

Yeah.

A lot of stuff has gone down since we got married - and that's just family - but we have learned so much and done so much and even though we're smack in the middle of a wild ride, I wouldn't want to be in the cart with anyone else:

This is me - HAPPY ANNIVERSARY Tarzan!