Tuesday, January 27, 2009
I recently bought a bunch of skirts on-line from Target. I'm on a quest to find church appropriate clothes for my teenage girls that don't make them look like young hookers. I've been to every major retail store out there, and the clothes are all short, short, short. It's near next to impossible to find dresses....that aren't short, low cut...or otherwise not acceptable. So, I ordered several "knee-length skirts" on line. Of the four skirts and one dress, Elle found two she liked, Riah (of course) liked nothing...and Dom took two skirts.
Dom is the easy one to buy clothes for. She's not picky, and as long as she thinks it's cute, I'm good. I bought her two skirts the other day when we were out, and it was not my intention to give her two more.
So...tonight I said, "Dom, you made out like a bandit."
Dom: "I made out with a bandit?"
Dean: (laughing) "like a bandit"
Dom: "I don't know what that means."
Wendy: "And you probably don't know what it means to 'make out,' either.
Dom: (long pause) "That's what you think!"
Um....she's 10. I may be in for big trouble because 1) she doesn't know a standard, albeit colloquial expression, but 2) she does know what it means to make out.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
As we're getting older, our health problems become more pronounced, and over and over again, the common denominator seems to be weight. While weight is a measurable goal, I have other goals as well:
1) Not to be as tired as I am all the time;
2) Not to have to use a seat belt extension on an airplane;
3) Not to have to lay on the bed to zip up my jeans;
There are many more, but those are a start. I'm confident that by trying, that those goals can be met and met in a relatively short period of time.
I'm grateful for Dean, and I want him around and kicking for a while. We have plans to retire to San Diego...to go on a mission and to enjoy our lives. It's imperative that we work on our health to be able to enjoy the rest of our lives!
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Also today-Dominique was recognized in an assembly at school as one of the Students of the Month for exemplifying the quality of integrity. It was supposed to be a surprise, and I tried to throw her off the trail by telling her that the letter sent home was requesting a parent-teacher conference for issues related to her reading. We did our very best to sneak in the back and truly surprise her, but one of her little friends "outed" us in the crowd of parents. Oh well...it was a surprise almost until the end.
Were proud of both of all of the kids, and we love to celebrate their extra-special days with them.
Below: Dom, Wendy and the Shark; Domi and Dean
Dom and Mrs. Dahl-Houlihan (Principal)
Below: Video of the Award Ceremony
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
I had already told them that I didn't want anyone going anywhere on Tuesday. I told them we were going to watch it, but I honestly expected a bit of a protest. No one complained...not even a little bit.
I think that they knew it was important to me. I also think they knew on a greater scale that it was important. I don't know if they truly understand "why" it's so important, but they sense the energy. They were amazed by the number of people (as was I).
They listened patiently as I pointed out who was who in the crowd, how the process of the inauguration would go, and my Washington, D.C. geography lesson. After President Obama's speech, Elle said, "is that all we have to watch."
I said, "Yep, you're free to go clean your room now." To which Mariah and Domi said, "I think I'll watch some more."
I hope that years from now that they'll remember that we watched the Inauguration together. I remember my first Inauguration. It was Jimmy Carter in 1977. My 1st Grade reading teacher rolled in the TV and had us watch it. We were first graders, and I still remember that. The year before in Kindergarten, I had been part of a school-wide 1976 Bi-centennial program where I learned all of the patriotic hymns. I still remember every, single word. I firmly believe that we are influenced by trusted adults at an early age, and my love for my country was definitely affected from the time I was very young.
Maybe years from now my grandchildren will not understand why "judging a man by the content of his character, not the color of his skin" is even an issue....because it will be something that is standard. Maybe a generation from now we will no longer define individuals by their race, gender, religion, or sexual preference. I sure do hope so!
For today, I will celebrate that part of the dream has been fulfilled, and this enables us to continue to dream. I'm very excited to see what we can dream and what we can do!!!
Monday, January 19, 2009
I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
Monday, January 12, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
This is Mariah with Nan, our favorite hairdresser.
The brows are gettin dyed! (One of the not so pretty parts!)
A close up
Saturday, January 10, 2009
The kids went back to school this week! Hallelujah! It was all about trying to get everyone back to normal and back into a routine.
I (Wendy) spent the week at meetings in lovely San Diego. I love that place, and it's my aspiration to one day finally live there. I experienced great food, great conversations...and one minor earthquake.
I also managed to drop my cell phone in the toilet last night (Friday). I can't BELIEVE I did that. Dean is working on drying it out with some technique he learned on You Tube. I'll let you know if it works.
Sometimes no news is good news...but let me tell you...there will be something new and exciting to report soon...I'm sure of it!
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Oklahoma and Florida can battle for the BCS. But we've already crowned the true national champ.
by Rick Reilly
USC? Great year. Wonderful. Let's all go to SkyBar and celebrate. But it lost to Oregon State, a team Utah beat.
The Utes won't get the trophy they really deserve, so we gave them one of our own design.
Do me a favor. Call Ohio State president Gordon Gee and ask him why he won't support a playoff. He's one of the most powerful presidents in the NCAA. He could get it done. If he says anything other than, "We don't want to share the loot" then you know he's lying his bow tie off.
"This is not how we normally do things in America," says Utah president Michael Young. "In America, quality usually wins, not conspiracy. And there's a reason people usually enter into a conspiracy. It's money. You make money doing it. And those that are in on the conspiracy want to stay in and keep everybody else out."
Sure, BCS blowhards will hand you schlock about how the college football season is like a playoff, how it's an elimination tournament every week. Really? Well, how come Florida and Oklahoma weren't eliminated with their losses? Utah ran the table, beat everybody set in front of them, including Ala-damn-bama in no less than the Sugar Bowl, and gets the bagel.
Oh, by the way? It was Utah's eighth straight bowl win, the nation's longest streak. Among the losers during that run? Let's see USC, Georgia Tech, Pittsburgh, and now the legendary Houndstooth Hats.
"What else do we have to prove?" asks Utah's magical quarterback, Brian Johnson. Good question. He and the Utes essentially whipped Alabama at home. Handed Nick Saban a garlic necklace to wear the entire off-season. Stepped on his team's neck 21-0 in the first three possessions and never looked back. Let's see. Who was it that was losing to Alabama until nearly six minutes into the fourth quarter? Oh, yeah. Florida.
What, you want the Utes to win a spelling bee? Make a prize-winning souffle? Knock up Angelina Jolie? What?
It just slays me. It really does.
Call Myles Brand, president of the asleep-at-the-wheel NCAA, and ask him if he and his greedy presidents are going to stand in defiance of president-elect Barack Obama, who wants a playoff and wants it yesterday.
Ask Brand what he's going to do if Obama starts asking the Justice Department to look into anti-trust hearings against the BCS. The Utah Attorney General has already launched an investigation into that very thing. Or ask him what he'll do if Obama asks the Department of Education to consider withholding federal funds from these schools that have entered into this secret club called the BCS. You don't think playing in the title game means millions in general-fund donations for a school? That's as unfair as anything Title IX fought against.
Until all these people do the right thing, I'll be celebrating with the true national champions—the undefeated, untied Utah Utes.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
A co-worker shares my fascination with the show. And this is the Christmas card he sent me. It made me laugh and laugh and laugh. A bit of explanation as to why this tickled my funny bone....Bill is the Hubby...Barb, Nikki and Marge are the wives....and inside the card are all of the kids...and some extended family...ending with the stocking of the "prophet." What a hoot....and yet some more insight to the slightly twisted sense of humor that I have! Enjoy!