Once again a month has passed. Here is my segway into the lament "why I can't seem keep my blogging consistent these days". The guilt is just overwhelming.
My goodness, it's been a whole month since my last post and I haven't even had a baby or moved! I have totally and completely lost my groove, never to be found again, I'm sure of it. Some transitions can be recovered from and everything resumes as before. And some transitions throw you into a whole new realm. I am slowly finding my footing. My baby is not a baby anymore, I have four kids in school and a house that is more my own than any we have lived in before. I feel busy. I certainly don't have the same tempo or rhythm that I did before. That's not a bad thing. I like change. I think I might actually crave it just a little bit. I do wish that my footing could be a little more sure as these changes take place but there are some things that never change and for that I am grateful. I love my family. We are like a traveling party (for better or worse.) No matter what we are doing here at home, it's like a little party and all of my favorite people have been invited. Family life includes a lot of crazy, a lot of chaos and a lot of noise. But we are blessed with these glimpses of perfection just often enough to know that it is all worth it.
It's Facebook's fault really. Clark pointed that out. I am on Facebook more than I used to be and with little one liners that get right to the point, who needs blogging? I do! I miss blogging. I miss having something to write about and getting into it instead of vague statements of activity. Sometimes I read things on Facebook and it feels like someone has come up and slapped me and then run off. You can't just throw something out there and then leave it at that. There's no dialogue. No discussion. No elaboration. It's getting old to me. I'm ready to come back to something with more substance. I miss my blog. I know I write to an audience as though I have an audience to write to, but I think it makes it easier for me. I am a talker. I am an introvert big time, but I am a talker. And I enjoy going back and reading my blog books that I put together each year because it's kind of like I am talking to myself. And I just happen to find myself, kind of entertaining (audience of 1 perhaps?) I'll take it. I also have to remember that when I start thinking that my writings are of the boring and mundane, who exactly am I trying to please? I enjoy reading about current issues, though I completely dispise debating them. I love history and the arts. I wish I could tell you what my hobbies are, or what they would be if I even had time for one right now. But I don't and I will tell you why I am OK with that. This is my hobby. This is what I do. It's what I want to be doing right now. Because someday I will be sad that this part is over. I know that I have a lot to look forward to, and that will be wonderful too. But I love this, right here, right now.
The Texas sky. I really just can't get enough. I also kind of love my phone. It takes better pictures than my digital camera so for the time being, its all I carry. Ah! Just look at that sky.
Cousins. What can I say? Family is the number one reason we moved here. There were lots more reasons after that but family was number one. I wish that I could have my own family here as well - there would be nothing sweeter but for the time being, we will take the job that came with the bonus package of two grandparents, four aunts, three uncles and 12 cousins (soon to be 13.)
Most of us get together for Sunday dinner every single week. I will be honest, before we moved here I told Clark that I just didn't think I could do it every week (introvert, remember?) It is so loud and overwhelming, it was just too much. And now that we are here and doing it I can't stop. I would feel like I was missing out, even though I see almost all of these people several times a week, if not every day. They are a part of our lives. It will make the possibility of ever leaving here, near impossible.
What a blessing it is to have such close cousins. Again, I wish my kids knew all of their cousins this well but you can't tell me that these match ups weren't written in the stars. These kids love each other.
My Mom spoke in General Conference. What a surreal experience and yet she blended in as though she had been doing it her whole life. Her address was amazing. Watch it. Then go watch the rest of it. I cannot fathom the state of my life without the teachings and direction that the gospel brings. It is precious. It is irreplaceable. There is nothing better or more important than our Heavenly Father's plan. That cannot be argued. There just isn't. Show me one thing, just one. I beg, it cannot be done.
These people make me happy. I said it: a party, right here, all the time. Even when I don't want it to be a party, it's a party (meaning that sometimes I wake up Monday morning to a house that looks like the morning after a frat party.)
And this Dad. I love this Dad. He is perfect for me. He is perfect for each one of them.
The weather is lovely. Now that it is not so miserably humid and hot, I can enjoy the decision to move here a little more. Our backyard may not be able to hold a candle to the size and privacy of our last home but it still serves its purpose. As long as we can avoid members of my family being eaten alive by the fire ants. Which happens, almost daily.
Chevron has ushered us into the world of civilian life. It's been a pretty good transition. With the exception of familiarizing ourselves with things like health insurance, life is good. They treat their people well. They are a good company and I see Clark more than I ever have in the 13 years we have been married. So that's a plus. He is happy and he likes what he is doing. I worried that doing anything after riding submarines would be boring for him but I should have known better. Clark jumps into everything with both feet. He is enthusiastic and enjoying what his job.
Remember that thing I said about the party? It's a party.
Let it be noted that even though he is 16 months old, Jonah had his first bubble bath this week. He did not like it. Sometimes he is a strange little thing.
We went to a BYU vs. U of H football game at Reliant Stadium. I am not a huge sports fan. I enjoy baseball games and playing sports myself but I can tell you the two reasons why I avoid all the rest. 1)Football games are too long. 2) The fans. Fans are obnoxious. Especially at a game where obviously everyone wearing blue is Mormon. I am seriously surprised by the ignorance and lack of decorum by adults. But oh well, whatcha gonna do? We beat the other team. So that was nice. Clark and Mike felt obligated to root for the other team since they both got degrees from there. They chose poorly.
My goodness, it's been a whole month since my last post and I haven't even had a baby or moved! I have totally and completely lost my groove, never to be found again, I'm sure of it. Some transitions can be recovered from and everything resumes as before. And some transitions throw you into a whole new realm. I am slowly finding my footing. My baby is not a baby anymore, I have four kids in school and a house that is more my own than any we have lived in before. I feel busy. I certainly don't have the same tempo or rhythm that I did before. That's not a bad thing. I like change. I think I might actually crave it just a little bit. I do wish that my footing could be a little more sure as these changes take place but there are some things that never change and for that I am grateful. I love my family. We are like a traveling party (for better or worse.) No matter what we are doing here at home, it's like a little party and all of my favorite people have been invited. Family life includes a lot of crazy, a lot of chaos and a lot of noise. But we are blessed with these glimpses of perfection just often enough to know that it is all worth it.
It's Facebook's fault really. Clark pointed that out. I am on Facebook more than I used to be and with little one liners that get right to the point, who needs blogging? I do! I miss blogging. I miss having something to write about and getting into it instead of vague statements of activity. Sometimes I read things on Facebook and it feels like someone has come up and slapped me and then run off. You can't just throw something out there and then leave it at that. There's no dialogue. No discussion. No elaboration. It's getting old to me. I'm ready to come back to something with more substance. I miss my blog. I know I write to an audience as though I have an audience to write to, but I think it makes it easier for me. I am a talker. I am an introvert big time, but I am a talker. And I enjoy going back and reading my blog books that I put together each year because it's kind of like I am talking to myself. And I just happen to find myself, kind of entertaining (audience of 1 perhaps?) I'll take it. I also have to remember that when I start thinking that my writings are of the boring and mundane, who exactly am I trying to please? I enjoy reading about current issues, though I completely dispise debating them. I love history and the arts. I wish I could tell you what my hobbies are, or what they would be if I even had time for one right now. But I don't and I will tell you why I am OK with that. This is my hobby. This is what I do. It's what I want to be doing right now. Because someday I will be sad that this part is over. I know that I have a lot to look forward to, and that will be wonderful too. But I love this, right here, right now.
The Texas sky. I really just can't get enough. I also kind of love my phone. It takes better pictures than my digital camera so for the time being, its all I carry. Ah! Just look at that sky.
Most of us get together for Sunday dinner every single week. I will be honest, before we moved here I told Clark that I just didn't think I could do it every week (introvert, remember?) It is so loud and overwhelming, it was just too much. And now that we are here and doing it I can't stop. I would feel like I was missing out, even though I see almost all of these people several times a week, if not every day. They are a part of our lives. It will make the possibility of ever leaving here, near impossible.
What a blessing it is to have such close cousins. Again, I wish my kids knew all of their cousins this well but you can't tell me that these match ups weren't written in the stars. These kids love each other.
