Cookie of the Day: Gingerbread Boys
Word of the Day: Pontificate
Website of the Day: http://www.thisisreverb.com/
Color of the Day: Aquamarine
Activity of the Day: Shopping with Jon
Memory of the Day: Worst Parenting Moment of My Life -- ask Jon about the Mervyn's parking lot and his mother and siblings driving away while he sat on a curb.
Quote of the Day: "Where there is great love, there are always miracles."
---Willa Cather
Song of the Day: "When Love Comes to Town" -- U2 and B.B. King
Rule of the Day: Rule #2 - Close the fridge. Seriously... close the fridge.
Scripture of the Day: "I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth." (3 John 1:4)
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
General Petraeus' Tongue In Cheek
He came to BYU last March. He's a serious soldier. But he also has a sense of humor. He included the following... (and I laughed a lot):
General David H. Petraeus' 10 reasons BYU grads make great soldiers.
10. They have already been on many a mission.
9. Army chow is no problem for folks accustomed to eating green Jell-O and shredded carrots.
8. It's no problem if they don't know what rank somebody else is; they just refer to them as brother or sister.
7. They never go AWOL; they prefer to call it being less active.
6. They will seize any objective swiftly if you tell them refreshments will be served.
5. They know how to make things happen. In fact, if you ever need a base built quickly in a barren wasteland, you have only to stride out to where you want them to start, plant your walking staff firmly in the ground, and say with a loud voice, "This is the place!"
4. They have innovative ideas for handling insurgents, like assigning them home teachers.
3. They always have a year's supply of provisions on hand.
2. They are the world's most reliable designated drivers.
1. They understand how far Iraq has come over the last seven years; in fact, they think that Iraq's old spot in the "Axis of Evil" can now be filled by the University of Utah.
General David H. Petraeus' 10 reasons BYU grads make great soldiers.
10. They have already been on many a mission.
9. Army chow is no problem for folks accustomed to eating green Jell-O and shredded carrots.
8. It's no problem if they don't know what rank somebody else is; they just refer to them as brother or sister.
7. They never go AWOL; they prefer to call it being less active.
6. They will seize any objective swiftly if you tell them refreshments will be served.
5. They know how to make things happen. In fact, if you ever need a base built quickly in a barren wasteland, you have only to stride out to where you want them to start, plant your walking staff firmly in the ground, and say with a loud voice, "This is the place!"
4. They have innovative ideas for handling insurgents, like assigning them home teachers.
3. They always have a year's supply of provisions on hand.
2. They are the world's most reliable designated drivers.
1. They understand how far Iraq has come over the last seven years; in fact, they think that Iraq's old spot in the "Axis of Evil" can now be filled by the University of Utah.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
The Benefits of Moving
We're on the move again. To a cute little brick "grandma" house within walking distance to where we work. While we wait for the housing and construction markets to stabilize a bit, we'll pass the time walking to work, the grocery store, the BYU football and basketball games and who knows where else. I'm quite excited about it.
But, what I'm really excited about is this: I'm going to get a utility bill from Provo City. Do you know what that means? It means I can get a Provo City Library card. Do you know how exciting that is?
During my convalescence, my sister Marian the Librarian (otherwise known as 'She Who Must Be Obeyed), came to take care of me. She brought her way cool iPad with Kindle and other eReader software loaded on it. I read "The Book Thief" and "Game Change" while faking like I'd just had major surgery so I could be waited on hand and foot. (I'm a sneaky one, eh?) Between the books SWMBO had on her iPad and all the perusing I've done on GoodReads (along with the recommendations I've gotten through my GoodReads friends -- shout out to Shelley, Jaclyn, Juliann, Sue and Jackie), I've got quite the list of books to read.
Considering how small our new home is, there's no room for bookcases so buying more books isn't an option. So, until Christmas comes (hint, hint Captain Santa) and I unwrap an eReader of my own, I plan on taking advantage of a well-stocked library or two (Provo's and Orem's, to be exact.) For the record, the Ridge was wonderful and all, but the Payson City Library that serviced the general area was dismally understocked.
Now, back to my sister. I kind of like referring to her as 'Marian the Librarian.' (That isn't her name, but it is her profession. It kind of cracks me up to visualize her in the lead role (look out, Shirley Jones) and dancing around in the "Marian the Librarian" number from The Music Man. Actually, it cracks me up A LOT!
But, what I'm really excited about is this: I'm going to get a utility bill from Provo City. Do you know what that means? It means I can get a Provo City Library card. Do you know how exciting that is?
During my convalescence, my sister Marian the Librarian (otherwise known as 'She Who Must Be Obeyed), came to take care of me. She brought her way cool iPad with Kindle and other eReader software loaded on it. I read "The Book Thief" and "Game Change" while faking like I'd just had major surgery so I could be waited on hand and foot. (I'm a sneaky one, eh?) Between the books SWMBO had on her iPad and all the perusing I've done on GoodReads (along with the recommendations I've gotten through my GoodReads friends -- shout out to Shelley, Jaclyn, Juliann, Sue and Jackie), I've got quite the list of books to read.
Considering how small our new home is, there's no room for bookcases so buying more books isn't an option. So, until Christmas comes (hint, hint Captain Santa) and I unwrap an eReader of my own, I plan on taking advantage of a well-stocked library or two (Provo's and Orem's, to be exact.) For the record, the Ridge was wonderful and all, but the Payson City Library that serviced the general area was dismally understocked.
Now, back to my sister. I kind of like referring to her as 'Marian the Librarian.' (That isn't her name, but it is her profession. It kind of cracks me up to visualize her in the lead role (look out, Shirley Jones) and dancing around in the "Marian the Librarian" number from The Music Man. Actually, it cracks me up A LOT!
Did I mention she lives in Texas?
You may wonder where she got the 'She Who Must Be Obeyed' title. I believe it was her husband who borrowed the term from the British comedy Rumpole of the Bailey. Never seen an episode??? Two words: "Netflix, baby!"
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Chronicles of Convalescing - The End
So... after two days of anxiously waiting for pathology results, Dr. Glenn (OB/Gyn extraordinaire) bursts into my room on day 3 of the hospital stay with the happy news.
Speaking of which, a heartfelt shout-out to my mother and my sister who came to take care of me for the first 14 days post-surgery. I am now missing my mother's cooking and my sister's iPad. Another shout-out to all who sent flowers, plants, text messages and other well-wishes. A particularly personal "thank you so very much" to the Captain -- for the attentiveness, the calmness, the meals, the prayers, the concern, the 'taking the wheel' of moving before surgery and now moving again.
"Well, looks like we dodged a bullet." Turns out the tumor (Lucyfer as the Captain named her) was "pre-cancerous." So... to do my best Pollyanna/Mary Sunshine... it was a good thing that Mabel the Mass began to encrouch uncomfortably on my innerds or else I would never have known about Lucyfer lurking in the background.
Crisis averted. Cancer avoided. All things are good with the world. I am now back at work and reengaged in my real life.
A special thank you to the wives and husbands of Dr. Glenn, Dr. Grover, Dr. Platt, Dr. Thomas and Dr. Urie for sucking it up while they went to medical school. To all the doctors themselves... it was rude of me to doze off like that in the operating room rather than meet and greet each of you. I apologize -- my mother taught me better manners than that, I promise.
Speaking of which, a heartfelt shout-out to my mother and my sister who came to take care of me for the first 14 days post-surgery. I am now missing my mother's cooking and my sister's iPad. Another shout-out to all who sent flowers, plants, text messages and other well-wishes. A particularly personal "thank you so very much" to the Captain -- for the attentiveness, the calmness, the meals, the prayers, the concern, the 'taking the wheel' of moving before surgery and now moving again.
Did y'all know he has a mass too? Only his is in his brain. You think I'm kidding? I'm not. We'll be doing this 'mass removal' thing again in October when he goes under the knife. I plan on doing my part and stepping up while he's laying down.
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