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Courtney and I, last Saturday, crossed a bridge. A huge bridge.

Finally, after resisting for many many years, Courtney and I got texting on our phones. :-)

We’ve resisted for a long time because we didn’t want to be that connected, but over time, it has become the go-to communication method for many people, including some dear friends. That, as much as anything, is what finally tipped us over the edge to accept texting.

And we love it! (To everyone who is now saying, “I told you so,” I have a short message: Shut up.)

We told no one that we were doing it, so I took great pleasure in sending text messages to friends who know about my non-texting ways. I am almost famous in some circles for not texting.

The first text message I ever sent was to Mackay, and I did it while peeking around the corner of the house. He was in the front yard of his house playing with the kids, and I sent him a message so I could watch his reaction. He peeked at his phone, got this really confused look on his face, called his wife over, she read it, she got a really confused look on her face, and then I popped up around the corner while he was scratching his head. It was awesome.

Then I sent one to Jeff, and he sent me back a “What is this?” style message.

Then I sent another to Lee, and he waxed poetic: “What? Doth texting come from thy phone?”

Priceless.

I finally sent one to Joe, and he just busted up laughing (I was sitting at the desk immediately next to him at the time).

I’m really glad we did the unlimited plan. It’s only been a few days, but we’re already finding a lot of use and ease with texting. And no… I still cannot convince myself to get data on my phone. I still don’t want to be that connected, and I still find it pathetic (sorry all you data loving friends!) when someone ends up glued to their phone. Why would you stare at a phone when the real world is all around you?

There is nothing on your phone prettier than a cherry tree in full blossom, a friend’s face, or real human-to-human contact.

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And a Happy Birthday to you

We celebrated Courtney’s birthday yesterday. I’m happy to say that, in the tradition of my own mother, she was a spoiled brat the entire day. :-)

I sometimes feel like I’ve failed to do her birthday justice, so yesterday I went all out (well, as best I could). We started the day with the living room filled with balloons and a big Happy Birthday written across the kitchen window. The kids, of course, loved the balloons. After breakfast, I stole Katherine for an hour or two so that Courtney could be relaxed at home with only Myron, and we went shopping. We bought favorite treats that she rarely gets (soda, sugar free ice cream, etc.) and also got ingredients for pizzas.

Later on, I baked her cake, with the traditional candles that spell out an age at least 20 years older than she is (58 yesterday). I also made her favorite asiago bagels for supper tonight (bacon egg sandwiches). One of the fun things was I gave her two baking stones. They are non-glazed terra cotta tiles from Lowes that we’ve cleaned up. They bake things remarkably well, but we’re still perfecting it.

Last but not least, I made four pizzas and invited four friends over. We had a fun evening of good food, games, and just talking. My favorite part was the confetti poppers I bought to pop as we sang Happy Birthday to her. I assumed they’d be filled with paper and what not like those little ones you see around New Years. No…. In fact, each one had more confetti (shiny plastic that sticks to everything) than a dozen of those New Years poppers. And we had six. We all pulled them at the same time, and the immediate silence was deafening as we all disappeared in a cloud of confetti. Finally, I just said, “I’ll go get the vacuum.” :-) We’re still picking up pieces of confetti, and every time we feel like we are done, more magically appear.

Sigh….

Definitely doing those again, but not at our house.

I hope it was a good day. I certainly woke up with a goal of making it simplistically hers.

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I don’t display enough of Courtney’s artwork on my site, and what more appropriate way to celebrate this most special of holidays than bragging about the wonder that is my wife.

The truth is that she’s a stunning artist who is admittedly frustrated by her lack of skill in some areas. I more than support her learning and expanding that skill set, but I also strongly encourage her to really work in her strengths: colored pencil.

Here’s a somewhat recent piece that she did that is so… real. You can just shy of reach and brush the dew away. And honestly this is one of her less life-like pieces. She has a colored pencil drawing of a box of chocolates, and they simple call to you: eat me… eat me….

Just as a reminder, her art site (see my blog roll to the right) contains almost all of her artwork. When you see the rest of her colored pencils, you’ll see exactly what I mean. She’s got skills.

Enjoy!

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Valentine’s Day 2011

I discovered some time ago that Schedule tool. That allows me to write something, set it to go live at a later time, and then schedule it. The post will publish on its own.

The big advantage to that today is that I can tell you all about what is about to happen without giving away my secret to Courtney…. hehehe

Courtney and I celebrated V-Day (not June 6th!) for the first year or two, but it kind of died off. Part of that is because I truly do despise this holiday. I’ve explained my reasons before and have no intention of doing so again, so….

But I’m thinking that after almost five years of not really celebrating the day, nothing would surprise her more than all of a sudden deciding to celebrate the day. I’m taking a half-day today, and I plan on sneaking home while she’s at the school picking up Katherine. That should give me just enough time to wrap the present I secretly bought her (a cover for her Kindle). Then, as soon as she gets home, we’re all going out to lunch.

It’s not a big thing, but after avoiding the day in large measure, it’ll seem huge. Oh, and Katherine really wants to go to the temple tonight for FHE. It promises to be super-crowded, but we’ll have to see if we can’t do just that. It’s supposed to be above 50 degrees today, and I’m quite eager to get out and enjoy the beautiful weather today.

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Yes indeed. My wife has finally entered the blogosphere. Glad to have you aboard!

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LET THERE BE BACON!!!

As you all probably know, Courtney is allergic to sugar. This allergy came about shortly after her last pregnancy, and now, approaching the end of two years of a sugar free life, Courtney has a long list of favorite foods that she’s managed to replace and some she still sorely misses.

Some of the favorites that she’s found sugar-free substitutes for include:

  • Bread
  • Peanut Butter
  • Chocolate
  • Pumpkin pie/cheese cake
  • Cranberry sauce
  • Cookies
  • Cakes
  • Raspberry Lemonade
  • Hot Chocolate

Many of these, she even likes much more than the sugar-filled stuff. But there is a range of things that she still can’t find, like meat. Most meats seem to be cured with sugar of some kind, and while she can certainly do her own chicken, beef, and fish, it’s impossible to find hams, cold cuts, bacon, sausages, and other favorites. So am I surprised to find Courtney fly through the front door five minutes ago announcing in an almost obscene manner that “THERE WILL BE MEAT TONIGHT!!!” Held in her oh-so triumphant hands was a package of sugar-free bacon.

Such is her excitement and joy that she told me that I would be cooking bacon tonight (and immediately) or I would face a most terrible and painful death.

I think it wise to listen very closely to the red-head tonight. Heaven knows I’d like to have a chance at living through this highly anticipated and sought for Thanksgiving Break. :-)

p.s. For those of you in the sugar-free world who took heart at the hope of a sugar-free bacon… It’s the Kroger brand. Enjoy!

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Why

[Watching Courtney drive off cliff after cliff, bounce off wall after wall, and crash into car after car while playing Mario Kart]

Me: This is why I don’t let you drive.

(It should be noted that Courtney doesn’t have a drivers license. It should also be noted that this is a regular joke in our family. Finally, it should also be noted that she took 1st place.)

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Courtney and I recently began (again) the goal to become healthier. Normally that means losing weight for us, but I think I’ve finally hit a key understanding for me: Happiness is an essential measure and component of my health and physical satisfaction.

Let me explain….

We’ve all heard the reports that some obscenely high percentage of dieters don’t succeed and that among those who do, most fall back onto old habits, right? Normally that is followed up with the idea that dieting doesn’t work and that lifestyle changes are needed. And I’m not arguing against that nor would I ever. I agree with the concept of lifestyle changes over dieting. But I also think that we far too often forget to add happiness to the equation.

Surely being healthy is a key part of happiness, and I’m not arguing otherwise. But when we incorporate lifestyle changes as a measure of health, I have to wonder if lifestyle changes equal happiness. Take me for example: I’m a relatively healthy 31-year-old male who exercises regularly; eats well enough; and, like most office workers in America, is hauling a bit more around the middle than I probably should. To be frank, I could lose 15 easily and be better for it. Over the last few years, I have made regular and consistent efforts to lose that weight because, like I said, I’d be better for it and, mostly, because the world seems to think I’ll be happier for it. But who is the world to determine my happiness?

I’ve noticed over those same years of trying to lose weight that I have never succeeded. Oh sure, I’ll lose some or even most of it, but I always return back to the starting weight, a weight I have maintained without effort for almost four years now. And of course, this is the part of the process where everyone tells me “lifestyle change, not diet.”

So let me get this straight… To become physically happy, I have to lose 15 pounds because the world said so. To reach this happiness, I must exercise more than I like to, replace foods I love with foods I don’t love, and stop eating certain “bad” foods? Sorry, but I don’t buy that. Sorry, but I don’t think that makes me happy. And yes, that is exactly what I have read and understood from almost every single source on health, eating, and dieting.

[NOTE: Such a scenario has NOTHING to do with health, but happiness. It's entirely personal as well, so put down your torches and pitchforks. I never expected even a slight majority to agree with me.]

I think, as with financial matters, that this is a matter of contentment and personal satisfaction. I did state my opinion that health was a key part of happiness, and I’ll add to that that health, in at least some senses, can and probably should be personal. For me, it is based on my satisfaction with my physical abilities and appearance. It is also based on my ability to enjoy and really relish those foods and activities that I love. Where some might feel guilty about having dessert, I refuse to, and I refuse to do so partly based on my happiness with my abilities and appearance but also because, like I said earlier, I recognize that my body is comfortable where it is at and because I maintain this weight and physicality giving what I choose to give and being what I choose to be.

In short, I’m satisfied, and that makes me happy.

And that isn’t saying that I couldn’t be happier if I lost those 15 pounds but rather that my satisfaction with my life, my weight, and my health is not based on an arbitrary number and lifestyle that are set by another. This also isn’t saying that I won’t eventually choose to make those changes that will lead to losing those 15 pounds. But if I do, I guarantee you that the choice to do so will be the result of an effort to be happier and more satisfied with who I am and not a shift to a lifestyle that I find incompatible with the sole purpose of losing weight.

Our lifestyle choices should be a result of our desires and not the other way around.

[NOTE: I feel the need to clarify that there are some people and conditions that fall outside this general belief. For example, an anorexic is an obvious case where desires that form lifestyle choices is less than beneficial. The same could be said for binge eating, bulimia, obesity, and a host of other conditions and decisions that do not personally apply to me and the situation I am describing. This type of life assumes at least the ability to make reasonable decisions regarding our health and happiness.]

So all that being said, am I going to continue to try to lose those 15 pounds? Sure, but only in as much as it is an indirect benefit of seeking the personal change in my life that I currently find attractive. My guess is that the changes I am making right now are such that, over time, will find those recurring 15 pounds gone for good, but that isn’t the objective of my goal, my happiness, or my life.

It is a symptom.

And those pounds will stay gone because my lifestyle has indeed changed based on personal desires and goals.

As I said to Courtney earlier today after she complained that she missed hiking and other activities and wanted to lose weight so that she could do them again: Go do them. Such activities are not a result (symptom) of losing weight, but weight loss is, and especially in her case, one of the potential results of adding back in activities and efforts that make her happy.

Seek happiness, not weight loss. Seek contentment, not lifestyle changes. Find both and you’ll either find that you achieve the others or that they never really mattered to you in the first place.

Either way, you’ll be happy.

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So I’ve been gone for a while. Courtney had her wisdom teeth pulled last week, and I say that as if that should explain the long absence. Sadly, it does.

See, Courtney never does medical small. This is the woman who, after Katherine was born, decided that she didn’t have nearly enough attention and had to go to the ER ten days later with a condition that afflicts less than one person in about two million births. This is the woman who decided to do the same thing after Myron was born (ask me if lightning strikes twice). So after having her wisdom teeth pulled, she went after another rare medical anomaly.

While infections themselves are relatively common after having your wisdom teeth removed, the manner of Courtney’s infection was unusual. Instead of affecting the immediate area, it spread to her soft pallet and slowly started closing her airway. When we got to the doctor Tuesday afternoon (after a long 4th weekend with everyone off work) she could not speak, could not swallow, had not eaten anything in two days, was dehydrated, and was having problems breathing. The doctor took one look in Courtney’s mouth and immediately ordered surgery to drain the infection.

Less than an hour later, Courtney went in for surgery. Fortunately, some good friends took the kids (thanks NSG!), allowing me to stay with Courtney the entire time. The good news is, of course, that all appears well. We have a follow up this afternoon to check and make sure the infection is really going away. The bad news is that those are some of the most expensive wisdom teeth I’ve ever seen.

During one of those moments of semi-consciousness when she was coming out of anesthetic, I mentioned that the three most expensive things I’ve ever bought her were two post-birth operations and removing her wisdom teeth. She was just lucid enough to give me that look.

In all seriousness though, I had the distinct thought in the middle of the night lying in a horribly uncomfortable recliner, trying to sleep, and struggling to ignore the constant beeping and whining of the medical instruments that without the gospel and the associations that brings, this would have been a truly awful experience. Who would have watched the kids? Who would have called almost non-stop offering constant support and offers of help? Who would have visited? Who would have blessed my wife?

The silver lining to this experience will always be the knowledge that a legion of people care about us. One of the most interesting stories in the Bible to me has always been the man Christ healed of having a foul spirit. When Jesus asked the name of the spirit, it responded, “We are Legion, for we are many.” When I was a kid, that used to always frighten me for the simple thought of how could a single person battle and win against a legion? Of course, Christ is greater than such power and, truly, so are we for a host of reasons. These last few days remind me, though, that we too can be Legion in our resolve, unity, and faith.

Having Legion–in the form of family, friends, and ward members–on our side was surely a great comfort and assistance.

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This is for my wife, who adores this classic short from Warner Brothers. A coworker and I randomly started singing this song to each other the other day (I played the role of Bugs Bunny), and it had us laughing for hours.

I have to admit, the sheer… volume? … of that horse cracks me up every time.

“Oh, Bromhilda, you’re so lovely!”

“Yes, I know it, I can’t help it.”

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