Mother's Day - revised

I received my first (of a couple) of Mother's Day cards; this was from my son. I cannot even tell you the last time I was given a handmade card - but, they are my most favorite.

This is the outside of the card. Very nice. Impressed! Love the big "MOM" and the flowers and the hearts and especially the "V."


This is the inside of the card. Okay?!? Really?!?!

Well, at least he has a good sense of humor and, luckily, he got that from me! It is a good thing that I only have one "wonderful son", I am not sure I could live with two of them!

So, one might wonder where Garrick got the idea that he was such a wonderful son....wonder no more.

This is Kayla's, his girlfriend, card.



What wonderful people I have in my life. How can I ever count the many blessings in my life? What a very lucky mama I am!!

Addendum: Here is the wonderful card my wonderful daughter made me...

Dreams

"Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true."

Some mornings I wake and wonder where the heck the dream I had came from. I wonder what I had eaten or what I had read or seen that made me dream such a dream. With a good dream, I wake and hope and pray to return to sleep; however, with a nightmare, I will myself to stay awake.

I once read in Calvin and Hobbes something like we dream so we don't have to be apart. If we're in each others dreams, we can be always together. I wonder if this is why we dream of people who have passed in and out of our lives. People who may, or may not, have made some impression on our inner self. What about the people in our dreams that we do not know or have never met; who are they are why are they there? What about the people who have died? Are they trying to tell you something? What about the people that you once knew...why are they invading my sleep? Is it my subconscious that brings them to me? Why? When I dream of laughing with an old friend, it is a premonition of what could happen or perhaps an old memory buried?


I often dream of being chased. I don't know by who or why, but there is a chase. I used to think I was running away from something, but I often wonder if I am running towards something else. I never get where I am going, but the feeling of someone pushing up behind me never leaves. It is really all about the interpretation. Am I leaving or am I arriving? Are you there to help me or hinder me? When I take your hand, will you lead me down the right path? Should I avoid your hand? Should I put my trust in you? If I trust you, will I be okay?

Too many questions and not enough answers. I guess I will just continue to dream and wake up wondering what that was all about.

"Dream a little dream of me.
Say "nighty night" and kiss me
just hold me tight and tell me
you'll miss me.
While I'm alone and blue as can be,
Dream a little dream of me."

Some things you may not know about me...

I was thinking the other day about things people may not know about me. Here is what I came up with:
* I laugh at my own jokes. I don't just giggle; I all-out laugh. I find myself rather amusing. Sometimes I can bring myself to tears.
* Patience is something that truly lack. I try, but I fail.
* I am terribly terrified of the dark. I hate closets and small places because of this.
* When all alone in the house, listening to the radio or iPod, if a song comes on that I love, I will turn it up and rock out! This includes dancing and singing (sorry if you ever drive by and hear me) at the top of my lungs.
* When I ask people how they are,I truly want to know. I wont ask if I don't care.
* I love being read to. I does not happen very often, but I love when someone reads out loud to me. I love to listen to a voice telling a story as I listen.
* I love the beach and being around water - but I hardly ever go.
* I let people hurt me, emotionally, over and over again.
* I always shower with the door shut and locked.
* I hate being told, "I told you so." We both know you told me and we both know you were right. Can we just leave it at that?
* When someone close to me fails at something, I often feel like I could have, should have done something to prevent it. I take responsibility for their failures.
* I have never seen a movie twice in a theater. I will watch one over and over again on television, however.
* Along those same lines, I have never read a book twice. There are too many others that I want to read.
* I am naive enough that people still surprise me and disappoint me.
* I love to sit, usually with my daughter, and watch people. They fascinate me.
* I sleep with the electric blanket on -- even in the summer.
* If you ever need dental floss, ask me. I have some in my bathroom, in my bedroom, on my desk, and in my purse.
* I am obsessed with things being even (thus this last entry!).

There ya go...I let you into my head - I hope you are not forever mentally damaged! I wonder if I surprised anyone...

Speeding? Who me?

Okay, so Natalie and I were on the way home from Target. I was speeding (no, really!). There was a copper. On a motorcycle. I did not see said policeman. He zoomed in right behind me. I slowed down (duh), but still speeding just a bit (5MPH over), I refused to give him the benefit of the doubt that I was going to go the speed limit just because he was behind me. He followed me a bit. I looked to Natalie and said, "If I get pulled over and get a ticket, get my phone out." Natalie said, "Your phone? Why?" I said, "Because I am going to twitter it right from the side of the road if I get a ticket!" Natalie says, "You are going to twitter that you are getting a ticket?" I said, "Yeah." She just looked at me and shook her head. I am not sure exactly what that meant.

For the record -- no speeding ticket! (finding something made of wood to knock on -- my arm? I am Velvet Wood (although Natalie says I cannot knock on myself because I am fake wood -- whatever, Natalie!)

Whatcha gonna do?

Okay, so today I had a very good day with an old friend. Let me preface this by stating my sweet, baby, girl has left for Paris and left me at home childless. I would say this is the first time in nearly 21 years that I have been left without at least one child home for more than a couple of days! My heart is still beating and I am still breathing -- not dead yet. Anyway, it has been a pretty rough couple of days so I was so grateful that my dear friend from Utah came to visit.

Lena calls earlier in the day to make sure I am not going to flake out on our lunch (unfortunately, something I have been known to do), I tell her I have no intention of doing such a thing. Because she is driving in from the Bay Area, she offers to come and pick me up so we can have a little extra time to chat. She is supposed to be here 12...she calls around 11:40ish to tell me she is running a bit late...of course, that ol' Mormon Standard time!!! I laugh and tell her it is against the law to talk on your phone and drive in the state of California. WHAT?!?! We quickly hang up (Not really! I keep her on the line for a while until she starts to panic) Aside note here...I have this great picture of Lena getting a ticket outside of my house. She did not want to repeat that Kodak moment.. however, I would have LOVED it!!

Anyway, she gets here and we head off. I suggested Thai and she thought that sounded great! We talk of good times and laugh. We talk of not so good times, and end up laughing. We remember stupid things and laugh. We remember not to stupid things and end up laughing. We talk a bit of family and some issues we have, we are appalled at what the other has endured yet are willing to do anything we need for each other to make it better. The definition of a really, really good friend.

Okay..so here is the funny part of the story. We are going down a less traveled road in Stockton because frankly we are a bit lost. She probably found a couple of the worst roads in all of Stockton. We go down one road and she makes the car...well, she sort of makes the car fly! We laugh and I say, "Well, it's not your car!" (She had flown in from Utah and was using her brother-in-laws car). She commented that it had over 240,000, it had seen better days! We laugh. We stop at a gas station and have a three minute conversation about which side the tank filler upper is on. She finally gets the car filled up and we are headed back to my house.

Okay, so she drops me off and a little while later I get the following text, "Remember how we joked - its not my car, so....I am now sitting in a tow truck on the side of the freeway. Thought you'd get a good laugh. No pics, but still funny." I replied, "ROFLMAO!!!! What did you do? Shoulda got pics." She replied, "I know ROFL but what does the MAO stand for (funny here is that I am teaching her how to text, so I use these things as a lesson)? The radiator cracked-this time not my fault. Now just waiting for the tow truck to take it to my mom's house." I replied, "MAO = my @$$ off. The whole 'not my fault' thing cracks me up." She replied, "Glad you are laughing - just decided to get Quinn a radiator for his birthday gift. (Quinn would be the newborn baby of her sister, the reason for the trip). I replied, "'It's not my car'. LOL. Happy birthday, Quinn!!" She replied, "You are making me and my mom- she is waiting with me for the tow truck-laugh. So good to have someone to laugh with about the crazy stuff."

You may not be laughing...but as I sit here and write this, I have tears streaming down my cheeks! Thanks Lena for a great Monday!