That’s what Jackie and I did for our Mommy/Daughter date.  We’ve kind of got distracted from Daddy/Daughter and Mommy/Daughter dates and Jackie is helping us get back on track.

Her and I are as different as night and day so it’s hard to find something that we both enjoy doing together.  But a couple years ago after I had a fun outing with some girlfriends and came home talking about how much I enjoyed antiquing, Jackie realized there was hope for us after all!  So that’s our thing we do together when we make the time for it – Lunch and Antiques.

So after we driven past the Enchanted Frog sign probably at least 100 times over the past year (Highway 35 & Exit 40), we finally decided the last time that we needed to pay them a visit.  We started at Pirates Fish X Chips for a late lunch, where we had their way fabulous Chicken Tenders and then hit the road for the 30+ minute drive to Enchanted Frog.

Right off we were so thankful when we walked in the front door and realized they had some sort of air conditioning.  The first couple of booths, I was afraid we were out of our league.  But then in the 3rd one I looked in, I fell in LOVE!  I mean, for real kind of love!  I found these gorgeous Fostoria Jamestown Pink Water Glasses (set of 4) and Juice Glasses (set of 4).  I haven’t got the first clue as to how much things should cost, but the $10 marked on each glass seemed fair enough.  Especially after a quick look on eBay showed them at $18 a glass.

I rarely ever ask for any deals, but after watching American Pickers and Picked Off, I figured what have I got to loose?  So I went up to the counter and asked the lady if I bought all 8 glasses, did she think I could get a bit of a price break.  It was a very firm no.  Oh well, I still grabbed them anyway.

Jackie, like I pointed out earlier, has very different tastes.  Instead of being all about the pretties, she is into the old WWII military memorabilia.  So while I went for my mandatory my bladder is about to burst every hour break, she found a WWII Military Pouch.  But continuing to go with the “I’m the opposite of my Mom” trend, instead of grabbing it, she wrote down the location, price and description of the item and continued on.  Did her patience ever pay off, because about 2/3 of the way through, we stumbled upon a booth that had all kinds of WWII memorabilia.  She was faced with so many choices!  Would it be the Supply Box, the German Ammo Pouch, Rare WWII Canteen, Medals, decisions, decisions.  Again she wrote down each of her choices with location, cost and description and we continued on.

Then we stumbled upon a booth at the very back corner of the store where I spied a Purple Violin Bottle.  It’s something I’ve just recently decided to collect within the past year or so.  You see, my Grandma Betty (my Mom’s Mom) has a huge collection (well the last big earthquake took out a good chunk of them) and every time I see them, I think of her.  Before today I’d only had 2 (a dark blue one, and a green one).  So of course I knew that Purple would have to be mine.  Then my dear daughter out of the corner of her eye spied to lighter blue ones that were smaller that would be perfect for hanging (they were even complete with their hangers).

We had a young man (probably about Jackie’s age) come up to us and asked us how the fringed brown jacket and cooky cowboy looking hat looked on him.  Being nice the nice person that I am, instead of telling him he looked like a dork, laughed and told him it totally worked for him.

Finally 1 1/2 hours after we arrived at the store we had looked through each booth.  Granted not thoroughly, but enough to get a rough idea.  And Jackie finally decided she was going after the WWII Supply Box.  So she went back to it, grabbed it and we made our way to the front.

That dear lady who wouldn’t go down in price for me, but noticed how the violin bottles I had Jackie bring up earlier asked me if I noticed the yellow violin bottle in the back corner?  Yellow one?  How did I miss that?  Not that yellow is my favorite color, but I don’t know that I even remember my Grandma having a yellow one.  So my new friend took me back to it, and as much as yellow is not my color, it was so pretty.

I paid for our purchases (thank goodness Eric let me transfer some money into my Mad Money account last night).  They carefully wrapped it up for us.  And Jackie and I were giddily on our way home with our purchases.  On the way home I thought I would look up Jackie’s supply box up, and right away we stumbled upon one on eBay that was almost as good condition as Jackie’s was that was selling for $125!  Was my girl ever so proud of herself, as her’s was only $49 (even as she would say).  So not only did she get herself a really cool find, but she got a self esteem boost for having an eye that paid off in a nice way.  Of course she will not be parting with it.  She has decided she is going to be a Military Memorabilia Hoarder.

I can hardly wait for our next Lunch/Antiquing Mommy/Daughter date!  I think I’d like 4 more of each of my new glasses. And wouldn’t a pink violin bottle be fabulous?  And I think I want to replace all my dishes with antique dishes.  Maybe some light blue clear plates, light green bowls, with various clear glass serving pieces.  I would really love to stumble across a Fostoria Jamestown Pink Pitcher!  I’ve told Eric that will make a wonderful birthday gift!  And what I would give to finally stumble across a Mouse and Cheese salt and pepper shaker.  My Grandma Ardella used to have a set.  And when I saw them, it made me think of the story Sandy (my MIL) would tell the girls about the Mouse and the Cheese Factory.  Oh, and a Peaches and Cream Barbie.  And that’s all I need.  And this thermos too.  ;)

 

So Ally (and Jackie) have really been feeling like Erica has been robbed of her childhood. They remember when they were younger watching all the Disney Classics. You know, Cinderella, Snow White, Pinnochio, Lady and the Tramp, etc. They are shocked, especially Ally, who is especially dramatic, when they the find out another movie that their younger sister hasn’t watched.

I guess Erica was never one that would sit for longer than 30 minutes when she went through her toddler years and watch anything for very long. Plus, she had 2 older sisters that during that time thought they were too old for those movies. And Erica was born during the age of Baby Einstein and Nick Jr. And those 30 minute at a time shows, were perfect for her, plus it didn’t hurt that they jump started her brain.

But I must admit it is almost criminal for Erica to have missed out on certain movies. Like the original Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, E.T., Wizard Of Oz, you get the idea. So today we have embarked on a journey of exposing Erica to the classics. And what better time than when temps are in the upper 90s and mid 100s!

I’ve gotten more ideas after posting to FB my embarrassment as a parent, but what would movie would you call a childhood classic?

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So last week the chickens moved out of the Morton building and into their brand spanking new, way overdone chicken coop.  And tonight, the Geese have moved as well into their very own coop!  Two groups of birds down, two more to go.  Eric’s plans are to probably start working on the Guinea Fowl coop next.  Then we have just the Muscovy ducks next.

Then we’ll probably think about adding Wood Ducks to the pond or getting a batch of meat Chickens, as the chickens we have now are for eggs.  Which speaking of which Eric totally got a kick out of me asking him to run to the grocery store the other day to buy eggs.  Not much longer and our Hens will be starting to lay them for us.

Another “Yee Haw” moment was yesterday.  I FINALLY got Eric to let me mow with the Zero Turn (his baby).  I think he’s just so overwhelmed with work and all the work that needs done on the farm, I broke him.  It went pretty well up until the point where I ran over some rope that was hidden by the grass.  Well and the one baby fruit tree I totally took out, and another that I sadly mangled.  I told him with more practice I’ll get better.  Not sure how much more practice he’ll let me have.  ;)

 

With the whole it’s been forever since I’ve blogged, and I promise to be a better blogger, etc, etc?  I’d like to make the same promises, but let’s just say let’s take it as it comes.

I think my biggest force in coming back to my blog (other than the fact that it’s my homepage) is my Ally.  She had a project she had to do for Computer Apps.  And what was the biggest help to her?  Finding and reading my blog.  She came home that day thanking me for blogging.  And it was then, I realized that is who I should be blogging for.  My daughters, my family and my close friends.  The people who truly care.  The people who love me for who I am.

I realized I got so caught up in trying to figure out what would be the perfect title, what I thought everyone would want to hear about our life, and what might not be the right thing for certain people to read.  I spent too much time editing my life as I blogged that it was more of a chore, than something that was therapeutic.  So here I am now, vowing not to blog everyday, but vowing to blog what I felt like I wanted to.  My grammer is not perfect, my spelling is okay but not perfect, and my sentences tend to run on.  I don’t live a glamorous life.  Actually recently we’ve chosen on our own to live a much simpler life.  So with that said, I hope that my family and friends, and anyone else that can lovingly chose to joins me for this new chapter in my life.

So what has happened since my last post?  So much!  But the biggest and the thing I struggle with on a day by day basis, is my Dad’s battle with cancer ended a month ago.  I thought with my understanding of the gospel, and the knowledge he would no longer be hurting or sick, would be enough to comfort me.  I KNOW beyond a shadow of doubt, stronger than anything else, that I will see him again.  That right now, he is with my sweet Grandparents.  But I was not prepared for the pain and the extraordinary sadness and the huge sense of loss I’ve felt since his passing.

I feel like I’ve been cheated!  Most know that from about 4 years old to about 15 or 16, I seldom got to see my Dad.  Reasons I won’t go into right now.  Reasons that really don’t matter now.  The point being, is from 15 or 16, I had my Dad back in my life.  And I really loved every moment of it!  He was, no is, an amazing person.  Such a big heart!  And hysterical!  He (and Eric too of course) was my rock as my Grandma (his Mom) was in her last days and after she passed.  And then I found out he was diagnosed with Lung Cancer just barely a year ago.  He’d known a bit longer, but didn’t tell us because he didn’t want to put a damper on our Christmas.  I was niave in thinking it could be overcome.  That it could be beaten.  That my Daddy would be okay.

This past Christmas, I felt an overwhelming push that we needed to go to California and spend Christmas there.  I will be forever grateful we did.  Eric warned me and warned me that this very well could be the last Christmas I’d have my Dad.  When I arrived, in my eyes, I still saw my Dad.  Other than being tired and for the first time in my life seeing him without a full head of hair, I thought he really did look quite good.  I still prayed and hoped he would still beat this.  And I left despite Eric’s warnings, wanting to believe I’d see my Dad again.  Wanting to believe he would still win.  My Dad was a giant of a man!  If anyone could, it would be him.

Shortly after we got home, Kathy, my wonderful Stepmom, called and said that the growths in the lungs had shrunken a little, BUT they had found something on his liver.  I’d hoped that the something on his liver would turn out to be nothing.  But then life as it so often does, got busy, and time passed and I didn’t hear anymore about the results.

Which was ironic, because the night after I had been thinking about this, Kathy called again and said he was in the hospital and that the doctors were only giving him a few hours to a couple days to live, and it would be a good idea for me to come out.  After looking at flights and Eric and I discussing, all while packing, we realized the quickest way to get to my Dad would be to drive straight out there.  So within an hour of the phone call, the older girls were dropped off at Eric’s Mom and Dad’s and Erica and us were on the road.  Thirty-one hours later, we were in Eureka.

After a quick shower and a short nap, I was there with my Dad.  As much as Kathy and Eric tried to prepare me, I was shocked to see how beaten my Dad looked.  With the exception of a lunch break, next to my Dad is where I was that day.  He was barely there.  Most of it was restless sleeping.  But I was blessed with the briefest of moments in which I held his hand and told him I was there and he acknowledged me.  I told him I loved him, and he said he loved me too.  And there we all sat, Kathy, both of my Uncles, his best friends and their children, Eric, Erica and myself.  Everyone talking and laughing about our memories with him.  And then all of a sudden his breathing changing from struggling to calm.  And we knew.  I cried, I briefly remember calling him Daddy (probably that 4 year old little girl inside of me) and then he was with my Grandparents.

I will never forget that moment.  Never forget that last little bit of time I was blessed to have my Dad.  But again I feel cheated.  I want to be able to call him and see what’s new.  Hear his voice.  Hear him tell me he loves me.  I want to be able to talk to him at Father’s Day, his birthday.  I want him to see my daughters get married.  I want him to see my grandchildren.  I want to laugh with him.  I want him back!  He was so young still, and it hardly seems fair.

So instead I’m left here looking for little things that leave me knowing he can still see my girls get married, still get to see my grandchildren, still there for us.  And for now, most of the time when I see those signs, I’m okay with it.  But oh how I wish I could hug him again!  And hear his big laugh!

My friend Jessica, has helped me so much through this.  Helped me to know this is all perfectly normal.  When I would pick fight after fight with Eric for awhile there, because who else could I be angry with?!, that I was not alone.  That I wasn’t psychotic.  My other friends that have reached out to help and show me love, I am a lucky girl.  Even though during the first week or so after being home hearing the words, “I’m so sorry about your Dad,” were the most painful words I’d ever heard.  That those words would send me crying for at least the next hour.

But I think I have those 5 stages of grief all mixed up!  Ha ha!  I’ve gone through the Anger, the Sadness, I think I’ve accepted it, I can’t exactly Bargain (I know he’s with my Grandparents), right now though I think I’m just bouncing around in Denial.  Right now in my mind, today, he’s still at his house in California.  We are just waiting for the other one to call.  :)

 

It’s 3 in the morning, 3:18am to be exact and I can not for the life of me sleep!

I had a wonderful weekend with friends and scrapbooking in Liberty.  It was so nice to get away.  I got a Wedding Gift done as well as a few layouts for our family, with pictures even!  But of course between scrapping late into the night and then going back to my room a reading way longer than I should have, I was exhausted by the time I got home.  I think I involuntarily fell asleep around 8:30.  Which would be a wonderful thing, BUT I woke up about 1:30am and am hot to trot.

No worries, I’ve decided to take this time to try and figure out what we are going to do at Activity Days this week.  We were going to do a dinner for the Moms of the girls, but we found out that Young Women is having a big thing the same night and most of the Moms would be at that.

The girls and I were all a bit disappointed.  Especially since at our last Activity Days we made all kinds of decorations for the dinner.  The next time we would have been able to do the dinner would have been in December and I just wasn’t so sure how Fall Decorations would look during that time of year.  BUT as I was talking to my good friend Karen in the wee hours of the night over the weekend, it dawned on me we could do a Soup in a Jar Mix for our activity and then they could take it home and prepare it for their families.  It certainly would meet the Plan, Prepare and Serve a Nutritious Meal for Serving for their Faith In God.

So armed with Google I have set forth and searched for the right recipe, and all I have to do is throw in a can each of chicken and rotel for each of the girls and they will be all set.  It actually sounds pretty good too.  Thank goodness I have a girl in Activity Days that will be preparing one for her family.  And the best part is, they can take their fall decorations home they already made with them and they can use them with their dinner.  Note to self:  I still need to mod podge paper circles to their chargers.

Here is the recipe if anyone else would like to try it -

Ingredients for Jar

Mix the following seasonings and place in a thin zipper sandwich bag

Directions:

  1. 1
    In a quart sized jar, place rice, pressing down carefully.
  2. 2
    Then add seasoning packet, making sure it can be seen from the edges.
  3. 3
    Then fill the rest of the jar with crushed tortilla chips.
  4. 4
    Close with lid.
  5. 5
    Tape a can of chicken to the top of jar (or if you wish, include instructions for adding a can of chicken to the instructions below).
  6. 6
    For 12 cups of delicious Tortilla Soup:.
  7. 7
    Carefully empty tortilla chips from jar and set aside in a bowl.
  8. 8
    Remove seasoning packet and also set aside.
  9. 9
    Pour remaining jar contents into a large pot for cooking rice.
  10. 10
    Add 10 cups of water, seasoning packet and one can (10oz) of diced tomatoes and green chilies.
  11. 11
    Bring to a boil, then lower heat, cover and simmer for 20 minutes.
  12. 12
    Add tortilla chips, and cover and simmer for five more minutes.
  13. 13
    Serve immediately.

Read more: http://www.food.com/recipe/chicken-tortilla-soup-mix-jar-gift-172829#ixzz1dfd8QdJP

On a sad note.  Eric called me Thursday night and said Phinear was throwing up and there was blood in it.  Of course it was after vet hours.  So he went to look for him the next morning to take him to the Vet, and he couldn’t find him.  Of course we worried he had wandered off and died.  But after the girls got home they called for him and he came running.  He was wagging his tail and seemed fine.  So it was figured he just ate something bad and had gotten it out of his system.

So Saturday night after feeding the animals, they headed to the hotel I was at in Liberty so we could all go to church the next morning with our friends from the New Mark Ward who were meeting in the new building next to the temple.  Of course Sunday morning we woke up at 10:30am to find that Eric’s phone that had the alarm set on it, had died in the middle of the night.  So very sadly we missed that.  :(

Anyway we get home Sunday afternoon, I laid down for a much needed nap.  The next thing I knew Eric was waking me up saying he was going to take Phinear to the Vet (the vet was making a special trip into his office) because Phin was throwing up with blood.  So I threw on non pajamas to go with him.  During this process he crawled under the house.  We spent well over an hour trying to coax him out from underneath, with no success.  Needless to say we missed our Vet appointment.

As far as I know he is still under the house and still sick.  I’m praying and hoping we will be able to find him in the morning so we can take him into the vet.  And really hoping he is going to be okay.  I love that dog way more than I expected.  He is so good.  So mellow.  And he is of course a huge help keeping as many things (including cows) out of our yard that don’t belong here.

 

I think it’s funny that the one time that my blog has hacked, what I had written under “What Have We Gotten Ourselves Into” was erased.  We thought we were in over our heads when we added a puppy to our family, that has nothing on what we have been up to since the last time I blogged.

A quick update for those who haven’t been following along on Facebook… Erica and Eric turned out to be super allergic to the dog.  We moved into literally our dream house (5 bedrooms, 4 1/2 baths, Theater Room, Huge Scrapbook Room, etc).  We were happy.  Blissfully happy.  And then Heavenly Father sent us a new unexpected plan.

I have to give our out of town summer guest partial credit at least.  He moved in with us during the summer, and his girlfriend/to be fiancee lived in Gallatin.  It was close enough for him to be able to go visit her, but far enough away that he could learn from Eric and get his business going.  Well we went out to Gallatin to meet her family and fell in love with them and Gallatin, and we felt an unbelievable feeling to move there.

We decided when we were looking that we would take a journey and step down and humble the girls a bit.  We figured perhaps we had spoiled them too much when they complained about cleaning their rooms before the housekeepers arrived and they wanted to know how much “we” paid them.  We that is, including them I suppose.  We figured it was time our girls learned what real work was.

So after cruising the Gallatin homes for sale online, we found one that fit what everyone wanted down to the greenhouse in the backyard.  After a looky loo, we knew it was the house and property meant for us for the time.  So within a month, we were packing up and moving out to the country.

It has definitely been a journey.  We inherited 2 horses, 1 dog and several cats.  Everywhere we looked, the house was yearning for some tender lovin care, and everytime we took 2 steps forward life set us back 1.  We’ve had the cows across the street trample through our gardens and 20 acres more times than I have fingers and toes.  One of the horses was escaping several times a day.  Had a close run in with coyotes.  The list goes on and on.

But with the trials and unexpected surprises, we love it here!  We love the people, we love the Branch we are in, we love that small town feeling, and I love that Erica has spent more time playing outside here than she had her entire time growing up in the city.  I love looking out the window and Jackie has taken initiative and is either mucking the stalls, clearing a pile of brush of pulling some weeds.  I love that Ally has made so many new friends and she is so involved with FFA through school.

So for the next 3 years, we’ll keep giving this home some tender loving care and then build our dream house again.  But this time on acres.  But until then we will have taught our older girls especially some life lessons that they really needed to learn.  We will hang on for the ride and know that this is the place where Heavenly Father has led us.

 

So after having a few friends encourage me to blog again and talking to Eric and him telling me that when I post to my blog it will update my Facebook, I’ve decided it’s time to come back. :) Yay!

Boy though was there alot of housework to do on here. My last post completely lost. :( Apparently at some point someone was able to get in and write over what I put, but thankfully for some reason the links didn’t post.

Lots of spam comments to go through! Most your typical Viagra, insurance, etc spam. A couple real comments from friends. And one that is eating under my skin so bad I could spit nails. I won’t go into it here. Trying to take the high road and put it behind me and am going to have to pray hard to get it pushed out of my head.

Anyway, I’m pretty excited to be back! New layout coming soon. Eric’s giving the talk in church tomorrow, so sadly my impatient self will have to wait another day or two, but I’m sure his talk will be great. ;) Changing things up around here, both virtually AND in real life. Maybe it will help me out of this funk I’ve been in.

xoxoxoxo
Christina

 
 

It’s been something we’ve been talking about for the last couple of weeks.  Something until the girls have really started asking for one, I’ve been really not wanting.  But something changed within Eric and myself over the past couple of weeks.  Maybe it was when the two little ones wandered over her from the neighbors across the street and the girls played with and loved on them for an hour.

The last couple of days have been spent with research and I could really see it happening for our family.  I knew something was up this afternoon when Eric went to run unnamed errands.  After about 5 1/2 hours, Eric came home with a 14 week baby boy….

Presenting the newest addition to our family, Yuki (which is Japanese for snow):

Isn’t he just too precious.  Let me assure you this adorable little Bichon Frise has been in someone’s arms for the past 5 hours.  And up until now has been so calm and we weren’t even sure he could bark.  Of course now, the girls are trying to go to sleep downstairs and Yuki is in his kennel so not happy that it’s bedtime.  I’m not sure how much longer I can bare to listen to him cry.  Poor baby.

 

First, a quick recap of my last couple of great days…

Thursday was a great day.  Golf lessons and swim lessons for Erica and then I was off to lunch with friends from church.  It was so great getting to hang out with them and enjoy a great meal.  Then a quick run to the park to pick up Erica from her afternoon with Pappa, a few moments helping her to continue cleaning out her closet and then I was off to dinner with GNO church group.  We got there at 6:30 and just about closed the place done when we left at 9:30ish.  It was such a great evening.  Such a great way to get to know each other better.

Yesterday, golf and swim for Erica again.  Then later the three of us went to the driving range to hit balls.  It was then that I really realized how completely tired she was.  Poor girl fell into a pool of tears right there on the driving range, because she was having such a hard time hitting the balls.  But she wanted to be there so bad and would not let me remove her.  So Eric came in with the Daddy touch and smoothed it all over and she did pretty well.

Afterwards we met the Patillos for dinner at Red Wok, my favoritest chinese restaurant (obviously as I had been there two nights in a row for dinner).  It had been almost three weeks since I had had a chance to talk with her.  We each had been so busy with our kids since school let out, we hadn’t really had much of a chance.

But the best news of all…  The girls are home from Girls Camp.  I had missed them so much, and knew I had, but didn’t realize how much until I saw them.  Jackie went straight for the showers, but Ally has been hanging out with us since she walked in.  She smelled so good.  Like campfire.  Upon sufficiently wetting her sweatshirt with happy tears, I found out that not only had my little girl turned 13 while she was gone, (she’ll kill me if she knew I posted this) but my little girl transformed into a young woman yesterday.  She said she cried about it when she realized what had happened.  And she was especially bummed as she was about to go swimming.

Anyway, Eric and I hadn’t bought her a present yet and she was noncommittal about what she wanted.  And since I’d heard the Jonas Brothers were coming to town, I knew that was something right up her street.  So after talking about possible gifts, new bike, DSi, and Jonas Brothers (which her eyes totally lighted up at the last choice).  We hadn’t bought tickets, but I knew they were still available but didn’t want to buy them until she showed interest in really wanting to go, we threw her off by telling her we didn’t think they were available.

So after her reaction, I went online and bought them.  Not the greatest seats in the world available, but she won’t care.  She’ll just be so excited to be there.  Anyway, we’ll take her to dinner, somewhere not too nice like her favorite, Ruth’s Chris, as I know there will be a scene.  We’ll put the tickets in a card.  And hand the card to her and tell her as she can tell by our pick in restaurants is not the one she would want to go, so things are tight and this card was all we could do this week for her birthday.  She’ll look a little bummed, but she’ll put on a brave face and say that’s okay.  Then she’ll open the card, see the tickets and then there will be much happy sounds and possible jumping up and down her seats.  At least that’s how the scene preplays in my head right now. 

Seriously though, I am really excited about it and can hardly wait to see her face when she sees the tickets.  Oh! I better remember to bring my camera.  Now to figure out where we’ll take her for dinner.  Should make it one of those places where they make a big scene about birthdays. 

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