Monday, August 29, 2011

Makenzie's 17th Birthday Interview



What is your favorite TV show?  Psych

What is your favorite movie? Scott Pilgrim VS The World

What is your favorite color?  Blue

What is your favorite food? Pad Thai

What is your favorite thing to do with mom? Shopping


What is your favorite thing to do with dad?  Playing games

What is your favorite thing to do with your sisters?  Dance

What do you want to be when you grow up?  Professional dancer


Do you have a favorite friend?  No


What is your favorite thing to do when you are not at home?  Ballroom dance

What is your favorite toy or thing?  iPod
  
What is your favorite book?  The Hunger Games

What is your favorite animal?   Cat

Do you want to go on a mission?  Maybe

Do you want kids?  Sure

Raise money for ballroom dance

What have you learned from your Sunday School and YW teachers this year? That everyone is a different color in the crayon box.

What do you love to do?  Play piano

Ah, to be 17 again. What a magical age. More so than 16 I believe.  You are really becoming your own person with your own desires and wishes.  You know what you like in life and those things, such as dance and piano help guide your life.  I am so excited that you made Encore choir this year.  I am looking forward to your many concerts and hearing you sing. You are always willing to help out around the house when asked and you are a good example to your younger sisters.  They look up to you and your treatment of them has become more kinder and gentler as you've gotten older.  Thank you for being an amazing daughter. I am privileged to be your mom.

Decorating advice

Oh my, I just read the most awesome post by Emily Henderson here. It is going to make me think today. 
What is my favorite feeling?

I just don't know.  There are so many feelings to choose from.

But whatever my favorite feeling is then I should amplify that feeling and decorate my house centered around that amped feeling.

Love it.

It's brilliant, Miss Em.

I'll be back later after I've mused over my feelings!

What is your favorite feeling?

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Lost keys, A rental car and Mexico

We had spent a lovely day in the sun and sand at Isla Mujeres just off the coastline of Cancun.  As we got off the ferry we were anxious to get back to the car and into some air conditioning.  Because although we love our time in the sun there is also something to be said for that shock of cool dry air when it hits you through the vents of a car.  It's like a bit of relief from the monotonous screaming sun rays.  When we got to the end of the boat ramp we waited as Chris looked for the keys.  After a few minutes of searching he declared to all of us that they weren't there.  As he ran back onto the ferry to look around I ran out to the parking lot to catch Ross and Nora and let them know what was going on.  We didn't want to be stuck there without them not knowing where we were.  We did not have use of our cell phones there in Mexico so it would be very difficult to get in touch with them.  I managed to catch them before they left and they were able to take the girls with them back to the hotel.  They also left Carmen's cell phone with us so that we could get in touch with them if we needed to.

With a sigh of relief that the girls were being taken care of I headed back towards the ferry to see if Chris had had any luck finding the keys.  He hadn't. I looked through his backpack in hopes that I would find what he had missed. Nothing. We thought back through the events of the day trying to remember when they possibly could have fallen out.  We remembered a time on the beach when Chris went to put something in his backpack and decided that was when it happened.  The problem was that it was a 45 minute ferry ride over to the island and there would not be another one leaving that day.

Chris decided to go out to the parking lot and look through the windows of the car to see if they were in the ignition, on a seat, somewhere.  As he went to the car I sat next to the beach and prayed.  I asked Heavenly Father to help us. To help us find the keys if it was at all possible.  I told him that it would be very difficult to get the rental company to help us since they were difficult to rent from in the first place.  That I knew they would charge us the $500 deposit they insisted we put on our credit card before we could rent the car.  I asked the Lord for help in helping us solve this problem we had. And I ended the prayer in the name of our Savior, Jesus Christ.  I opened my eyes and Chris was walking swiftly towards me.  I could feel that he had some good news although I wasn't sure what it was.  He told me that he had tried the doors of the car and that the car was unlocked but that the keys were not inside.  Although our problem wasn't solved I felt for some reason that we were closer.  I mean, hey, we got inside the car.  I also thought it was interesting that the car wasn't locked because Chris never forgets to lock the car, never.

So as Chris reaches me at the beach he tells me what he has discovered and asks me to come look inside also in case he missed anything.  I go and start looking in every nook and cranny possible.  As I'm doing this Chris walks around to the back of the car.  About a minute later he says, "hey, darilyn, guess what I found?"  And he shows me the keys in his hand.

We had learned when we first rented the car that there was no way to open the trunk from the inside of the car like there is on most cars  nowadays.  But for some reason Chris felt prompted to walk back to the trunk and lift up on it. It came open and there sitting all by itself in the middle of the trunk were the keys.  It was a miracle!

I immediately bowed my head and thanked my Heavenly Father for his mindfulness of us and for his help in finding the lost keys.  Then we called Ross to let them know that we were on our way.

That miracle as we would soon find out, ended up being an even bigger showing of the Lord's hand in our life. 

The next morning as we went to get into the car for our day's adventure Chris wanted to show the girls about how the trunk would open by just lifting up on it.  He went to open it and it was locked tight.  Then as I approached I tried the same thing, nothing.

It was then that we realized that indeed we had not been given a car with a faulty trunk but that we had been witnesses and recipients of the Lord's hand in our lives.

Miracles really do happen in this day and age.

I am grateful for a loving Father in Heaven who knew that we needed help and was able to help us. This experience strengthened my testimony that he is aware of each of His children and loves each of us deeply.  I am grateful that I was taught at a young age to call upon the powers of heaven through prayer and that I have a husband who is worthy of the priesthood he bears and able to listen to the promptings of the Holy Ghost.


Thursday, August 25, 2011

Mamma Mia!



I think the year was 2000.  I was sitting on our couch in the living room watching the Today show and they did a segment about a new musical called "Mamma Mia." I immediately knew I had to see it. More than any other broadway show, my heart desired to see this one because I Love ABBA!.  It was one of the first three albums I ever owned. It may have been the first but I'm not really sure.  It's in the company of Grease and Barbara Mandrell, Live.  Interesting assortment, huh?

Anyway, I wanted to see this show but knew it would be a along time coming because New York City is far away.  Last night my dream came true. I got to see Mamma Mia and it was absolutely everything I wanted it to be.  I went by myself and stood at the end and danced and sang at the top of  my lungs. The music was AWESOME. The acting SUPERB and I LOVE ABBA.

Did you know that once I even planned an entire Relief Society Homemaking around Abba?  Yep, I did.

I've been on a Broadway show extravaganza lately.  Just a few weeks ago I saw Les Mis with Chris for the first time.  I walked away from that one thinking, "huh, it was okay. Expected it to be better with all the hype and devotion it gets."  And I know, people say, "But the music, the music." To me the music of Les Mis is the same music that they just keep recycling with different lyrics.  It all sounds the same. 

But ABBA, Ah, now that speaks to my soul. 

You can just call me a hippie chick rather than an opera chick.  I'm fine with that.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

I'm not her best friend

Yesterday I had some time to think during a 30 minute drive to pick up my oldest daughter and some friends of hers from EFY.  I was thinking about how our relationship has changed over the past six months.  She used to tell me that she didn't mind being around me and she never showed that embarrasment of being around me like my younger two have.  I thought we had a pretty great relationship, i was really happy that I had made it through some core teenage years and I thought we were in the home stretch before sending her off to college.  She turns 17 in two days and I couldn't have been more wrong.  I found out a few months ago that she thought her dad and I hated her, she thought we were mean and she wished she could die.  Wow, talk about shocker, because this was all news to me.  And like any parent in that situation, I was left wondering, with my jaw dropped open, "what has happened?"

When my children were toddlers I envisioned them getting older and  me being the cool mom on the block. The home where they knew they could come for freshly baked cookies and a movie night on weekends.  They would say to my children, "wow, your mom is so nice."

That hasn't happened.

I don't like to bake.

We learned early on that our middle daughter liked to tell her friends how mean her parents were. A lot of it being made up in her head. Wow, the stories that girl could tell. And then she wondered why her friend's parents would not let them come over to our home.  That really backfired on her and she learned a valuable lesson.  I'm not sure why two of our daughters feel a need to make us into monsters to their friends. Are they looking for reassurance, understanding, love, acceptance?  If the answer is yes to any of those it makes me sad. I guess I envisioned a great relationship with my daughters.  And honestly, since i'm speaking honestly, I am very sad that I don't have the relationship that I see my friends have with their daughters.

And this is what I don't get:  We don't have any stricter rules than any other Mormon family I know.  Some are more lenient in some areas than us and we may be stricter in others, but we all have rules.  The difference is that for some reason those teenage friends of my daughters still speak highly of their parents and express their love for them and appreciation.  Sure they may have their moments of disagreement but there is still love and respect there.  Yet I am wished to disappear and not be a part of her life.

I've never been someone who feels that they need to be best friends with my kids but I do want to talk with them and know what is going on in their lives. I thought I had that with our oldest but found I was wrong.

If I had known how painful it could be I'm not sure I would have signed up for this gig.


Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Today I got a pedicure


And I'm feeling really good about that decision.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Monday, August 1, 2011

Traveling the Yucatan -Day 7 - Celestun and back to Merida

After a rough night of sleeping because it was so hot we slept in and then packed up our things to get ready for check out at 11.  After we checked out of our room we ended up sitting in the breezeway of Celeste Vida and talking to Ken and Karen and playing with their 5 dogs for a couple of hours while waiting for our family to come meet us. The plan was to go see the pink flamingos at their breeding area.  You can see hundreds of them and apparently it's really something amazing to see.  We unfortunately did not get to see them.  I had read that after 2 in the afternoon it's not work paying for the boat ride because the flamingos move in the afternoon to escape the heat.  Since the rest of our family was late arriving and didn't get to Celestun until 1 we decided we shouldn't do it.  That ended up being a really smart decision because about 30 minutes after a tropical storm moved in.  As we were leaving town we could see all of the people tht had paid for the flamingo tours being brought back in. I'm sure they did not get a refund of their money either.

Chris and I took the girls down to the beach in front of Celeste Vida where Makenzie immediately started gathering shells.  She has always loved shells and has been a collector of them for some time now. I have brought her shells from Thailand and from Puerto Rico and now she has some from the Gulf of Mexico.

Since it was lunch time we decided to get something to eat at one of the restaurants along the beach.  This time we went to La Palapa and it was even better than the one we went to the day before.  What I liked about this one is that it was really cool inside and had a nice breeze going through it. The service was 5 star and the food was really good. A lot of the same dishes as the previous day and just as tasty.

On the way back we had quite the tropical storm to drive through. I guess that's why it's called the rainy season!