From Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale
People disappear when they die. Their voices, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living mempry of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continut to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humour, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.
--Diane Setterfield
--Diane Setterfield
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Eating the hospital bed...
evidently he got really sick a day later...
does that say something to you?!
I'm thinking:
ironic that the place we go to heal physical maladies is so dangerous to go to if you are healthy...
Aidan ALWAYS gets sick... so perhaps it's not really the hospitals fault that it's bed was RIGHT THERE where a kid can eat it...
American treatment facilities are not as 'sanitary' as we'd all like to believe...
HE is SOOO CUTE!!!
does that say something to you?!
I'm thinking:
ironic that the place we go to heal physical maladies is so dangerous to go to if you are healthy...
Aidan ALWAYS gets sick... so perhaps it's not really the hospitals fault that it's bed was RIGHT THERE where a kid can eat it...
American treatment facilities are not as 'sanitary' as we'd all like to believe...
HE is SOOO CUTE!!!
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Thursday, January 24, 2008
Yesterday I finished playing wih my pictures on the computer and shut down. But Scott wanted to see what I had done...oops.
So i pushed the power button toturn my computer back on. Nothing. I was not too worried because I was not even sure it had finished shutting down. I waited a bit and tried again. Nothing. So I tried three time in quick succession. NothingNothingNothing.
I said to Scott, is ther a cool down time on my computer before I can turn it back on?
No, why?
It won't turn on...
Scott lept from his game and started 'looking into the problem' within minutes my computer was in pieces all over the floor. I was too tired to think of taking more pictures... but he had taken the motor out and off the motherboard and had opened the fan... there were screws and all sorts of wires and what not all over.
The diagnosis was grim. I need a new power supply. (well maybe not so grim after all, but you should have seen the look on his face!)
Tomorrow He'll go to Fry's and pick one up.
I was grateful that i had not completely ruined my computer and went to bed.
In the morning Scott had piled up the computer parts in to a little stack.
I went to work.
When Scott picked me up for lunch, he had started on a big project that I have in mind for this weekend AND my computer was up and running. He had not gone to Fry's and bought a new power supply. Instead he had gone shopping in our closet. We have a upright legal size file cabinet that is filled with computer parts. Usually I moan about all the wasted space and useless junk. Well I'm not complaining today!
Thank you Scott!
So i pushed the power button toturn my computer back on. Nothing. I was not too worried because I was not even sure it had finished shutting down. I waited a bit and tried again. Nothing. So I tried three time in quick succession. NothingNothingNothing.
I said to Scott, is ther a cool down time on my computer before I can turn it back on?
No, why?
It won't turn on...
Scott lept from his game and started 'looking into the problem' within minutes my computer was in pieces all over the floor. I was too tired to think of taking more pictures... but he had taken the motor out and off the motherboard and had opened the fan... there were screws and all sorts of wires and what not all over.
The diagnosis was grim. I need a new power supply. (well maybe not so grim after all, but you should have seen the look on his face!)
Tomorrow He'll go to Fry's and pick one up.
I was grateful that i had not completely ruined my computer and went to bed.
In the morning Scott had piled up the computer parts in to a little stack.
I went to work.
When Scott picked me up for lunch, he had started on a big project that I have in mind for this weekend AND my computer was up and running. He had not gone to Fry's and bought a new power supply. Instead he had gone shopping in our closet. We have a upright legal size file cabinet that is filled with computer parts. Usually I moan about all the wasted space and useless junk. Well I'm not complaining today!
Thank you Scott!
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Babies, babies, everywhere part II
So everyone I know is pregnant. Or they JUST had a baby. And they are all girls.
Well Alison and Jen are having boys... but that's two boys out of *counting really hard* seven that I can count off the top of my head. So there are lotsa girlies out there.
And they all are wiggelers. I am hearing stories of babies kicking and squirming and punching more than normal, and in one instance breaking mom's ribs from moving so much.
And Crystal's grossly accurate and graphic description of an epidural... shudder... well right now I am glad that I don't have to worry about miscarrying, high risk-ness, twins, eight kiddos in the house, not being able to lay down, peeing all the time, hunger and no room in your abdomen for your stomach to hold food, EPIDURALS!!!, getting fat, breast feeding for the first time, not sleeping for 9 months, and rearranging our home to fit all the baby stuff. Plus what ever else I am forgetting that is yucky about being with child.
Now I understand that not everyone has complicated and or hard pregnancies and that the result is way worth the bleh, but I don't have to deal with that right now. And I am glad.
However, I miss my boys!!! My little ready-made family.
When we were in Colorado for the funeral I met Scott's other sister for the first time. She has adopted 3.5 of their 4.5 kids (The .5 is a foster daughter that they are trying to adopt). Bingo! Ready made family... to order.
I've talked with some people about fostering and adopting and it sounds like fun.
well, no... not really.
But an adventure!
To foster, here, I need 8 sq feet to dedicate to the child and a 6 week parenting class. That's it.
It sounds super easy. And foster parents are always in demand. I could even foster pregnant teens... who were disowned(?)... Cool, huh? I wouldn't do that right now... I'd have no 'mother authority' since I'm just recently an adult myself. maybe when I'm 30-ish.
However, that gets to wait until I am not a corporate working fiend.
I wonder if fostering and then adopting is cheaper than just adopting... either way I feel called to adopt. I have since we got married and started planning for our lives. But I think one is sufficient, I'll leave the 5-1000 kids to Bethany. :)
Well Alison and Jen are having boys... but that's two boys out of *counting really hard* seven that I can count off the top of my head. So there are lotsa girlies out there.
And they all are wiggelers. I am hearing stories of babies kicking and squirming and punching more than normal, and in one instance breaking mom's ribs from moving so much.
And Crystal's grossly accurate and graphic description of an epidural... shudder... well right now I am glad that I don't have to worry about miscarrying, high risk-ness, twins, eight kiddos in the house, not being able to lay down, peeing all the time, hunger and no room in your abdomen for your stomach to hold food, EPIDURALS!!!, getting fat, breast feeding for the first time, not sleeping for 9 months, and rearranging our home to fit all the baby stuff. Plus what ever else I am forgetting that is yucky about being with child.
Now I understand that not everyone has complicated and or hard pregnancies and that the result is way worth the bleh, but I don't have to deal with that right now. And I am glad.
However, I miss my boys!!! My little ready-made family.
When we were in Colorado for the funeral I met Scott's other sister for the first time. She has adopted 3.5 of their 4.5 kids (The .5 is a foster daughter that they are trying to adopt). Bingo! Ready made family... to order.
I've talked with some people about fostering and adopting and it sounds like fun.
well, no... not really.
But an adventure!
To foster, here, I need 8 sq feet to dedicate to the child and a 6 week parenting class. That's it.
It sounds super easy. And foster parents are always in demand. I could even foster pregnant teens... who were disowned(?)... Cool, huh? I wouldn't do that right now... I'd have no 'mother authority' since I'm just recently an adult myself. maybe when I'm 30-ish.
However, that gets to wait until I am not a corporate working fiend.
I wonder if fostering and then adopting is cheaper than just adopting... either way I feel called to adopt. I have since we got married and started planning for our lives. But I think one is sufficient, I'll leave the 5-1000 kids to Bethany. :)
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
people
I've only been working on a computer for a little bit, but already my typing is so much better. If I slow down a bit and think, I can type sorta accurately without looking at the keys!!
Scott invited some people from our ward over for dinner tonight. They had already eaten, bu they came to hang out for a bit. It was fun to sit and chat.
I have never seen either one of them before... ever.
Our ward is transient, and I don't at all profess to know everyone, but Scott chats with these people all the time and they gave us concert tickets and we are cool with them. I was very surprised to realize that we are friends with a couple that I had never seen before... not just have not met, but I have never seen them.
crazy!
On a completely different note, I really love to eat corn. It is just so yummy.
Scott invited some people from our ward over for dinner tonight. They had already eaten, bu they came to hang out for a bit. It was fun to sit and chat.
I have never seen either one of them before... ever.
Our ward is transient, and I don't at all profess to know everyone, but Scott chats with these people all the time and they gave us concert tickets and we are cool with them. I was very surprised to realize that we are friends with a couple that I had never seen before... not just have not met, but I have never seen them.
crazy!
On a completely different note, I really love to eat corn. It is just so yummy.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
I got a promotion last week and I was SO stressed over it.
The Saturday after coming home from Hawaii I was so distraught that I threw up a lovely dinner of Vietnamese soup. And as I have told my wonderfully concerned friends, I am not pregnant! I totally just get the symptoms when I am stressed... for reals!
Here is what is going on:
So much time with family
James leaving
the boys gone
the house is a mess
companies fighting over me... literally they were jus this side of 'pulling out the big guns' (I know it's a compliment, but I was in the middle and I was stressed over it)
the new responsibilities are overwhelming me (on Tuesday I get to be the personal assistant to a VERY important guy, who is used to having him every whim catered to...even the whims he does not know he has, it's intense!)
so much LAUNDRY!!!
still mourning Megan's death
scanning family photo albums for the Quigley family.... and it's a LOT of pictures.
scrap booking some of those pictures
going through everything and sorting out James' stuff and shipping some of it to him
deciding what to do with the rest of it
keeping myself busy and active, physically, so i don't have another stress meltdown
remembering to make time in all of this for Scott
phew!
But my visiting teachers and visiting teachee are great and they have been helping me through a lot of this. THANK YOU LADIES!
and James gave me great advise, I can work for 4-5 years and climb that corporate ladder and get as far as I can go, and have fun and enjoy it; and then jump into becoming a mom and enjoy that. OR I could wish that I was a mom while I have to be working and therefore not enjoy the time spent and then when I do become a mom, wish I was working and resent my kids for keeping me at home. It's my choice.
It was so novel. So I have decided to really enjoy my career life.
so there!
ha!
The Saturday after coming home from Hawaii I was so distraught that I threw up a lovely dinner of Vietnamese soup. And as I have told my wonderfully concerned friends, I am not pregnant! I totally just get the symptoms when I am stressed... for reals!
Here is what is going on:
So much time with family
James leaving
the boys gone
the house is a mess
companies fighting over me... literally they were jus this side of 'pulling out the big guns' (I know it's a compliment, but I was in the middle and I was stressed over it)
the new responsibilities are overwhelming me (on Tuesday I get to be the personal assistant to a VERY important guy, who is used to having him every whim catered to...even the whims he does not know he has, it's intense!)
so much LAUNDRY!!!
still mourning Megan's death
scanning family photo albums for the Quigley family.... and it's a LOT of pictures.
scrap booking some of those pictures
going through everything and sorting out James' stuff and shipping some of it to him
deciding what to do with the rest of it
keeping myself busy and active, physically, so i don't have another stress meltdown
remembering to make time in all of this for Scott
phew!
But my visiting teachers and visiting teachee are great and they have been helping me through a lot of this. THANK YOU LADIES!
and James gave me great advise, I can work for 4-5 years and climb that corporate ladder and get as far as I can go, and have fun and enjoy it; and then jump into becoming a mom and enjoy that. OR I could wish that I was a mom while I have to be working and therefore not enjoy the time spent and then when I do become a mom, wish I was working and resent my kids for keeping me at home. It's my choice.
It was so novel. So I have decided to really enjoy my career life.
so there!
ha!
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Pictures from Hawai'i

Aloha! We were in Oahu, Hawai'i for Christmas and New Years.
Here is the view from the airplane. Beautiful!

I took a nap o n our private patio and woke up to this!









This is me SURFING! On the first day ever... I got up on the board and here is the proof!
Probably the most fun thing we did.









So AWESOME! It's my favorite memory.







THEN, as we got ice cream one store over there was a shooting right outside. The casing ended up in front of the car next to ours. Officer Ramerez was kind enough to let us leave, even though we were part of the crime scene. I like him. It was LATE and we were flying out the next day.





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