Wednesday, March 31, 2010
He turned 41, right?
So imagine our surprise when he got carded at the grocery store last night when he went to buy....rootbeer.
As in rootbeer floats.
For his birthday.
So when he was asked for his ID, he laughingly said "you're kidding, right?!".
Ummmm....No. The young cashier wasn't kidding. At. All.
Didn't even crack a smile.
Which made Mr. Thompson curse as he was fishing for his drivers license.
Because he's 41.
And he was buying rootbeer.
Root. minus the beer.
Thank you Smith's cashier. You have now successfully launched my two year plan to get out of Utah.
Monday, March 29, 2010
The myth of the "mid-life crisis"...is no myth at all.
and it strikes with a vengeance with men when they hit....oh say....
How do I know?
Because this is what Mr. Thompson wants for his birthday tomorrow.
Audi TT Roadster...and he's convinced he's going to get it.
Even offered me a pink scooter as a consolation prize.
Something to think about.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Mr. Thompson has been worried since we gave Meka (chocolate lab #2) away to a new family that we would come home one day and find her tied to the pillar on our front porch with a lawsuit attached.
Knowing that she was full of energy and that she needed the "right" family situation (that we couldn't provide the little demon) we worked hard to find her a good family (being 100% honest with them about what they were getting). Rich older people from Park City who were very acquainted with energetic chocolate labs (they've had them for 25 years) seemed like the perfect solution.
Here's what was in my inbox yesterday....
Hi Aaron and JaLae --
We have a dilemma. After 8 weeks with Meka, we have come to the conclusion that she will not be able to live with our cat. Our cat dearly loved our old dog, and we did not even consider that Meka and the cat would not be able to co-exist. We believe we have done everything humanly possible to bring them together, yet Meka is distressed and aggressive with the cat, and the cat is extremely upset as well. We have separated them completely now, yet Meka continues to fret and whine at the barrier.
Three different trainers/vets have recommended numerous solutions, none of which has worked even slightly. We do not wish to use a shock collar or drugs with Meka, yet the situation has become hard to bear for all of us. Meka is unhappy and distressed, and we have to face the fact that we cannot provide the home for her that we thought we could.
We intend to find a new placement for Meka, but wanted you to have a say in that process. Would you like us to return her to you? Did you receive other inquiries about her in February that you wish to pursue? Or would you prefer that we proceed on our own?
We have really worried about this decision, but are now convinced Meka would be much happier in another, less stressful home. Please let us know your thoughts.
L & J
Can we say, HELL NO! That dog is not coming back. We've had peace for the first time in a year and although I feel bad.....Mr. Thompson is more adamant than me that she isn't coming back.
So much for him crying over the fact that I gave his dog away.... (now I just have to keep her away!)
Friday, March 26, 2010
TGIF! Here's this week's wrap up:
1. Polished off the last box of Girl Scout Cookies just to get them out of the house. After looking at the calorie counter on the treadmill...I got off, crawled into bed and pulled the covers over my head. I'll have to walk for a week straight to get rid of those damn Tagalongs...
2. I love spring and all it's weather whiplash. Sunny 68 degrees one day....1 inch of snow the next. But hey - my tulips have broken ground. Viva la Spring!
3. Ever taken progesterone for a week straight? It's bound to make a demon out of the best of us! (Sorry Mr. Thompson....)
4. Health care debate? Not going to join in. Nope. Not. Gonna. Do. It.
5. I'd rather just feed my non-controversial blog addiction. Peeps + Comments = World Peace
6. Put a sign on Mr. Thompson's computer at work today which read: "I married Mr. Right. I just didn't realize that his first name was Always". (love the man dearly but....he's a man!)
7. Had an amazing experience this week. I signed up to clean the Oquirrh Mountain Temple on Wednesday night from 10pm - midnight. Confession: after a long workday...vacuuming until midnight wasn't exactly my idea of a good time. But I went because I gave my commitment. Fast forward to the amazing part......only 4 people out the 20 who signed up actually made it. My responsibility was to vacuum and clean the entire third floor by myself. In my church, we believe that our temple is a sacred place so imagine what it felt like to be there by myself. After we were done cleaning the two night staff encouraged us to explore and mediate in rooms by ourselves for as long as we wanted. I stayed until well past 2:00am...doing exactly that...which is exactly what I needed. Eat. Pray. Love (which is a great book by the way).
8. On April 3rd (next Saturday) it will be two years since we "lost" Colton. Realized as I meditated at el templo that I haven't "lost" anything. Being a mother to an angel is a pretty amazing thing. After two really long years of grief....I finally think I can feel the peace and beauty of it all. It was a huge breakthrough for me. HUGE.
9. Mr Thompson is going to be 41 on Tuesday. Unfortunately, I blew all my money at Costco (would someone PLEASE explain how you get out of that place without spending at least $150 more than you planned on?!). So.....I need some good (cheap) birthday ideas for my #1 guy. S.O.S. (can you see my smoke signal? send help please...)
There you have it. Enjoy the weekend and visit Danifred and join the FNL fun! Remember....comments are like hugs!
Thursday, March 25, 2010
I'm no dream interpreter but this is what my dream book told me (which I got when my college roommate and I tried to sharpen our psychic abilities):
To hear pleasing music from a bagpipe, signifies good fortune and contentment.
To hear unpleasing music from a bagpipe, signifies that misfortune will head your way. (uh oh....my "music" can technically be considered as unpleasant according to Mr. Thompson and my neighbors....)
To see a box in your dream, signifies your instinctual nature and destructive impulses. Alternatively, you may be trying to preserve and protect some aspect of yourself. The box may also symbolize your limitations and restrictions. Consider the pun of "being boxed in". (uh oh...I'm claustrophobic...)
To dream that you are standing, suggests that you are asserting yourself and making your thoughts and feelings known. Be proud. You need to make a "stand". Alternatively, the dream means that you are detached from your surroundings.
Put it together and what do I have?.....
I'm destructive, detatched and headed for misfortune.
No es bueno. I think I need a second opinion...
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
We met 4 1/2 years ago on a hurricane assignment. First came "Katrina"....then came "Rita"....then I went to Miami for vacation with "Wilma".
That's where I met Miss Miami (who's a grandmother by the way).
Have you ever met someone that you immediately and genuinely liked within the first...oh say...two seconds....of meeting them?
That's how I felt (feel) about Miss Miami.
She told me at least 500 times a day that she was going to slap me (or "lap" if you are speaking in her rich Cuban accent) and she was about as insubordinate as anyone has ever been to me on a disaster assignment...but we laughed the entire three weeks.
Stressed out of our minds....and we were laughing like two drunk fools.
Because after Katrina and New Orleans - I was on vacation! (in the plastic surgery and thong capitol of the world)
She helped put me there.
We've stayed in contact over the years because like me, she is a political junkie. Actually, Miss Miami goes beyond junkie. She is an outright extreme activist. I swear on my life that she...and she alone... swung the vote in Florida for Obama.
Because she is Miss Miami.
...and I love that she has the urge to call me every time that something historical happens. She screams "YES WE CAN!" and I laugh the entire time.
Because I haven't stopped since I had the pleasure of meeting her.
Viva la Vida.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Yeah, well....although he's forgotten about that bet (does that mean I technically won by default?)...that number still taunts me.
I know I have more peeps than that.
Speaking of Mr. Thompson, it is his birthday next Tuesday. He'll be 41. Any ideas?
Saturday, in addition to yard work, we took an evening drive to Cabelas. I don't know how it happened but before I knew it, I was.... shopping.
Yes, you heard me right.
When in Rome, do as the Romans, right?!
You are not, however, supposed to become a Roman! Which is exactly what I did when I forgot my PETA membership.
At the gun counter.
When...I was slipped some GHB and put into a trance by a cute little revolver called "Lady Smith".
Simple explanation of defense: It was shiny object and shiny objects distract me. (especially when they have pretty little cherry wood handles).
Before I knew it... Mr. Cabalas was taking her out of the cabinet...offering...so I grabbed her and pointed her towards the ground like I knew what I was doing....aiming....and then I pulled the trigger....and felt a thrill of excitement.
Like I was an outlaw.
I think Mr. Cabelas asked me if I was going to keep her concealed in my purse, and I found myself nodding. (like I said - I was slipped GHB!)
Then I found myself saying, "I want that one. I want Lady Smith. She's the one".
And Mr. Thompson beamed.
Like he was falling madly in love with me -
A Roman Soldier.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
In the "quiet of time".
I like that. I've been pondering that phrase for almost a week trying to figure out what it means to me. Today, I got my "ah ha" moment.
Perhaps this journey that I'm on is less about fertility...and more about faith.
There - I said it.
Let me say it again...
This is really about faith (or rather - how I need more of it).
Wow - that's big. Which is exactly why I think that I've been getting a big fat "F" on this test since I sat down to take it.
I've struggled... I've been weary.... and I've prayed - oh how I've prayed. Yet, I don't think that I've fully recognized that in the darkest moments...I was not alone.
Because, I'll be honest, I've felt very alone.
What I need to do is be still and lift up my head.
Answers come in the quiet of time.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
After yesterday's snowy squall, it was a pleasant surprise to wake up this morning with the sun shining in my face. What felt even more wonderful was that I was able to just lay there and soak it all in. Before I even got out of bed I determined that I was going to make the most out of the day by doing one of my favorite things - digging in the dirt.
Sunshine + Saturday = Yard Work
Actually, before I could get to the actual "yard work" I had to uncover the yard. Dog + Winter = Backyard Toilet
Not cool. But I love Mr. Thompson...who loves his dog....which left me no choice.
Two hours later (yes - it really took me that long to pick up dog presents!) I was able to lean against my shovel and dream of grandeur for my dead lawn and demolished garden spot.
My dad is a farmer which makes me...a farmer's daughter. He is so proud of me with this bagpipe gig but I know that I'd really rock his socks off if I learned how to actually plant something (and keep it alive)!
I'm up for the challenge.
So I raked the lawn, cleaned up and tilled the flowerbeds, picked up rocks out of the garden and prepped the patio for the BBQ and furniture.
I also determined that I am going to build a litter box and train Mr. Thompson's beloved dog to do her business in one specific area in the farthest corner of the yard. Is that possible? I don't know... but come hell or high water, I'm going to try!
I thought I was going to burst with pride when I saw my little tulips breaking through the ground.
Hello Spring! It's soooo good to see you again.
(all gardening advise and suggestions welcome!)
Friday, March 19, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
- 100 pounds? Seriously? okay...I don't have that much weight to lose...
- To directly quote Mr. Thompson, "hell no you're not going to embarrass our family...and besides, you're not that fat!"...
- Katie Jo and Holly are way better than Jillian and Bob....
- Three Friends...One Goal is more motivating (or rather it could be if anybody would actually write a post)...
- I would be forced to quit my job and I kinda like my job...
- This season really isn't that good...
- I would probably yell back...
- My treadmill will be kinder to me than the one on the show...
- I wouldn't be able to blog and y'all know that I love to blog...
- I'm not a loser...I'm a winner!
okay. thank you. goodbye.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Mr. Thompson laughed and told me that I'm not big enough (thanks!)... but I'm still going.
I need an intervention...
and it has "Jillian" written all over it.
Cross your fingers and wish me luck!
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
I'm more fragile than you think so could pretty please not make me go 48 days again between cycles? It just leads to a lot of hope and then a dark empty place when the doctor calls to tell me "negative". I told myself not to even entertain the thought because I didn't want to be disappointed...again, yet my mind and my heart told me something different. They were wrong.
Send me some mercy please. I could use it.
p.s. I don't enjoy trying so hard not to cry during meetings so could you please tell that doctor not to call me during the weekday, most especially right before I walk into a room full of people? I don't think that "something in my eye" trick really fooled anyone...
Monday, March 15, 2010
Tides Riviera Maya
"This luxury Mexican resort, close to Cancun, offers couples an ancient Mayan fertility ritual that begins with Xtabentum, a honey and anise-flavored liqueur that the Mayans used to induce a deeper connection to the divine. Once the liqueur is consumed, couples are wrapped in blankets of seeds, symbolizing fertility, and gently massaged while poetry and songs of love are chanted to the accompaniment of native drums..."
If he doesn't go for liqueur, seed blankets and love chants perhaps the following would be more his style....
Marco Island Marriott Beach Resort
"The Fertile Turtle package (that's really what it's called!) at this Florida resort is available from May through September, during the mating season of the sea turtle, a fertility symbol in some cultures. A couples massage with chaste berry - an Herb thought to increase fertility by balancing the sex hormones - is also included in the package, as is access to the spa's pool, sauna, and other amenities. Couples who conceive while on their visit will receive a complimentary three-night stay for a return visit...."
Not a fan of fertile turtles? Perhaps we could go to the Philippines for a three-day dance fest in May to join couples, farmers and fisherman who gather together to encourage fertility of all kinds - healthy babies, bountiful harvest and abundant fish-catching.
Or join the thousands who congregate in Edinburgh, Scotland, every April 30th for this wild, all night, fire-filled traditional Celtic fertility celebration. Hey - who needs chants when you have the bagpipes!
Wow - there are a lot of fertility answers out there that I might have to explore. This could actually be quite fun....
Sunday, March 14, 2010
So imagine me yesterday when one of my dearest friends got married. I was a wreck. An absolute wreck.
She smiled through the whole ceremony looking like an angel and there I was, behind her, dealing with a personal flood. Trying unsuccessfully not to mess up my mascara.
I couldn't help it. It was beautiful.
And as I watched the joy in everyone around me I realized what kind of trade off I made when we went to Hawaii. That was our solution when it felt like it was going to turn into a big huge uncontrollable wedding. With mucho family and an entire company to invite...we wanted to keep our focus where our focus was....so we ran away to the beach with a few family members in tow.
Don't get me wrong, it was breathtaking and beautiful. It just lacked one thing.
My friends and family.
There was every intention of sending out announcements to a big party when we got back - but life happened and the party didn't. More would come later but the "later" has proved longer than we thought. I've never, not once, regretted that.
But as I watched Noelle and Jason I realized that it wasn't about them - it was about all the people around them. All the love and the people who share in it.
Watching all her nieces and nephews reminded me of the sweet memories I have of being a little girl dancing around my aunt's wedding standing in awe of her white lace dress. I can still tell you what my mother looked like in Burgundy and how pretty she smelled.
And with those beautiful quilts hanging around the reception hall last night, I couldn't help but remember my mom, sisters, aunts, grandmothers and their friends gathered around quilting frames conversing and laughing together as they stitched a lot of stiches. Mormon women coming together in friendship with the preparation of my sisters weddings.
I missed that love.
I missed those moments.
Which is why I am so excited for this summer when I will go to the temple with Mr. Thompson making it forever (which is what we do in our religion). I'm incredibly proud of my him and the journey which has led us to this point. The wait has been worth it.
There we will be with all the people we love around us, including (hopefully) you. It will be bliss complete.
And heaven will smile.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
and no... the balcony isn't an option.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Did you get that? I believe that definition said "attempt". Which is exactly what that beef stroganoff was.....
To show my love.
To express it.
Which gave us food poisoning and made us sick.
So much for romance and the old adage that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.
Even when it's masked under candlelight and fine china....
Friday, March 5, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Dear Tax Guy,
You get a bad rap. Sometimes.
Sometimes, however, deserve it. Like right now.
You know, I really don't need one more reminder that I am D.I.N.K. (double income no kids).
If I had my choice, I'd have a dependent.
That oughta count for something, shouldn't it?
Monday, March 1, 2010
He loves me.
He's also every proud of me.
Because I had my first bagpipe recital this weekend.
If I would have realized that a bagpipe recital would make my Pa so extremely happy...
I would have done it years ago.
Because with it, I have finally clinched the deal on my inheritance. Not to mention regained my rightful place as the Chieftain's favorite in Clan Wilson.
In other news, we recently took Lil' A, and my sista's kids to some very cool ice castles that we saw while at our Zermott Resort anniversary get-a-way.
With this, I also clinched my rightful place as #1 Auntie and put the "step" in "step mom". Very cool (and highly recommended if you are in the Park City/Heber Valley area). Who knows what kind of diseases the kids picked up with all that licking but hey - you're only a kid once.
p.s. Mr. Artist who spends 14 hours a day forming and hollowing out my little path through them -I salute you!