Thursday, April 30, 2009

I'm Not Dutch But My Oven Is

My experiment with truth continues... and I can't even begin to express how happy I am about it.

My little buddies greeted me with a bloom today.

A BLOOM I SAY! From my tulips. Can you believe it?

I can.

Because I am Cliff Wilson's daughter. Now the proof is there for the whole world to see. Right in my front flowerbed.

Speaking of Cliff, he's coming to town this weekend and I can't wait to show him my success. Then I'm going to take him to Thanksgiving Point to show him all that I can become with this tulip growing gig.

Maybe we'll even plan a trip to Denmark. To see more tulips. And eat dutch oven of course.

Goodness I think that my experiment with truth has just led me to.....the truth!

My father isn't Scottish at all. He's Dutch! Like the guy on the paint can. After all, he can grow tulips like they do the the motherland...and he can cook like one too! Cliff can make magic happen with just a few briquettes and one of his little black cast iron pots. No other ingredients needed. Just a dutch oven a few pieces of charcoal.

So since I am Cliff Wilson's daughter....and I've successfully managed a bloom....I guess this makes me Dutch too.

Think I can cook a cobbler like one?

I think this warrants a trip to Smith and Edwards where they "sell anything....if you can find it", including dutch ovens. Smith and Edwards is Cliff's favorite place to shop and where Mr. Thompson wanted to do our bridal registry....which is exactly why we didn't have a bridal registry (or a reception for that matter).

Do you think it's it too late?

Monday, April 27, 2009

Message In A Bottle

They say that hydration is the key for health...and weight loss. Does that mean that I can give up the treadmill?

Please say yes.

Because I really want to and if that means I have to drink a swimming pool of H2O every day...I'll gladly do it.

With chlorine.

On second though...maybe not because that reminds me of when I was a lifeguard at the city swimming pool during high school. I remember those summers as a glorified babysitter. But hey - at least I got to get a good tan while tripping over my hero whistle power.

One day as I was perched on my bird stand someone yelled "POOP!" from the pool (or pooh-hole as we thereafter referred). It was kind of like yelling "bomb" in an airport because those hundred kids cleared that pooh-hole faster than a fire drill. Funny thing was, we got the net...scooped it out and then convinced all those kids to climb back in.

That's what happens when you have a bunch of 17 year old juveniles running the city pool.

Anyway, back to my need to chug gallons of non-swimming pool water. Did you know that they say that the amount of fluid in your body needs increases with...increased body weight...activity...and temperature?

What exactly does that mean? I faintly remember Holly telling me once that you should divide your body weight in half...and that's how many ounces of water you should drink.


Sounds like I better go back for IV treatments. And if I need to increase my intake even more according to activity (or lack there of) and temperature...I am double screwed. I don't know what these hot flashes mean but according to this article it isn't good.

I need to hit the bottle at a serious wino level.

So here's to a healthier and more hydrated me. Let's drink to that...with water, of course.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

My Experiment With Truth

These are my little "buddies". They are sprouting. Or doing whatever tulips do.

Everyday I plead for them to....grow....grow....grow!

And surprisingly they do.

This experience of growing something from scratch has inspired me to reseed my front lawn and plant forget-me-nots (my favorite!), snap dragons, poppies, zenias, and a bunch of other seeds that had pretty little pictures on the front of their packages. I'm also strategically plotting my garden spot.

After all....I am Cliff Wilson's daughter and he is a superhero green thumb.

It's amazing how things come full circle. At 34 I'm finally learning that you can take the girl away from the farm....but you can't take the farm away from the girl. As one of the more...dare I say...."urban" Wilson children this is a huge realization for me.

I was actually, literally begging....with Mr. Thompson the other day to move us to Rural U.S.A. so I can have a pasture for my horses (I'm going to find Butch a wife)...and a cow or two (think of what we'd save on hamburger! I could even learn to make our own butter and ice cream....from the milk I would squeeze every morning, noon and night)...and a chicken! Then I could run like Julie Andrews through my fields of joy singing the Sound of Music from the top of my lungs.

Yes little buddies...grow...grow...grow!

Now if I can just keep "Mutt" and "Jeff" away from my experiment with truth. This is the challenge of every good farmer.

Monday, April 20, 2009

All I Really Need To Know I Learned On Facebook

From an early age, kids are taught to cooperate, to share toys, to take turns, explore, and to celebrate their differences by converging into a circle each morning.

When you grow up, you join Facebook.

Here you continue to cooperate, share stories, take turns and celebrate your difference by converging onto the computer each night...with all the people who have slipped out of your life through the years.

As an added bonus, you can continue to explore yourself by taking whatever quiz your husband (or well meaning friend) sends your way.

I get about five of these quiz requests each day on Facebook because Mr. Thompson is addicted and hasn't yet realized that you don't have to pass the quiz on to get your own results.

Intrigued, I've taken each one of them trying to figure out what he's subconsciously trying to tell me.

This is what I've learned so far:

What movie is my life? Footloose. Supposedly, I have a rebellious side and know exactly what I want out of life. (Duh- I just want to have some fun and dance like Kevin Bacon!)

What car suits my personality? Rolls-Royce Phantom. (I don't even know what that is but it's supposed to be "as classy as classy can be'. I guess I really am my grandmother's granddaughter!)

How addictive am I? (this one I love....) It seems that I'm the addiction that everyone craves! (Ha ha ha. I've been trying to sell Mr. Thompson on that one for a few weeks now. This quiz really helped my self esteem....)

Who was I in high school? (get this Mom...) Most likely to succeed. This test could have said a lot about me in high school so I'm really glad that it took this angle. (Right up until it said..."you still think your hot stuff". Ouch!)

What was I born to do? Be a hero. I guess I was born to help others. (Wish I could share that with David Bloomfield who laughed and shamed me when I was twelve after I stated in class that I wanted to be a firefighter when I grew up.)

What type of woman am I? An Independent Woman of course! Seems I like to voice my opinions. "Though I carry a hard exterior...I'm still very in tune with my sensitive side". (but rarely show it).

Which Disney character am I? Gaston (and I have a problem with this one...)

What type of shoe defines me? Ballet slippers. (Have you ever heard the term "bull in a china shop"?)

What do my eyes say? I'm in love. (Told you Mr. Thompson...)

Which 80's movie defines me? Say Anything. (Do you sense a trend here?!.....)

What is my real age? 22! (That officially makes Mr. Thompson a cradle robber.)

Last but not least......

Which Muppet character am I? Gonzo. Yes, you heard me right... GONZO! Obviously Facebook didn't get the memo that I beat up Michelle McDonald in the high school ladies room after she called me Gonzo. I "stole" her boyfriend and she didn't like it... so after we verbalized our displeasure with each other....her parting shot was "at least I don't look like Gonzo!". That's when I grabbed her by the hair and hit her.

That's why my (former) ol' New York City chum DeLeon thought it was so blasted funny when Facebook dared to go where even he hasn't gone with my nose sensitivity. Seems this gave him license to laugh...hard!

Mr. Thompson isn't much better because he's been splitting a gut for two days over it. I think I've walked out of the room twice on him so far.

Brek however...sympathized. Man I love that girl!

So you can see how all l I really need to know I learned on Facebook. Lesson #1....I'd rather be back in the kindergarten circle each morning.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Button, Button...Who's Got The Button?

Tomorrow I get to have a little outpatient procedure done. The doctors are going to dump some blue dye into me and then go through my belly button with a scope to check out all my plumbing.


I can't think of anything I would rather do on a Monday morning that this. At least I get to take Valium afterwards...that's an added bonus to look forward to.

I asked if they could do a little liposuction while there and they said "no".

Awwww Shucks!

So.... here's to hoping that my pipes are good and that they don't screw up my belly button. I kinda like it as it is.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

To Infertility and Beyond

I had a funny little one-sided conversation with someone today. This person asked when Mr. Thompson and I were going to have kids. I just chuckled at her forwardness and smiled. I guess that was the invitation she needed which I truly didn't mean to extend.

I'm sure glad she couldn't hear what I was thinking in my head as she started giving me her infertility dissertation because she would have heard something like this...

"Why are you telling me this?... Wow you think I can relate to that? How presumptuous... No - please don't go there... Whew - now I'm uncomfortable... Am I breaking out in a sweat?...Too much information!... PLEASE don't go there!... Stop. talking. now. "

Instead, I just kept smiling, gave a few nods and cursed the water cooler which was prohibiting my quick exit.

A little while later I went to Walgreens to pick up a prescription and saw a child throwing a temper tantrum in the candy aisle. He was screaming at the top of his lungs and finally fell to the floor kicking and screaming. His mother looked like the most embarrassed and tired woman in the world.

Wow - I sure wish that my one-sided conversationalist could have been with me. It would have given her a new outlook on life and infertility.

It sure did me.

How on earth do you mothers do it? I applaud each of you!

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

I Dreamed A Dream

Hopefully you all know how much I love Victor Hugo's Les Miserable. It changed my life when I read it in high school (unabridged version)...and I fell in love with it forever. As far as the musical goes, I have it memorized and sing it often in the shower (to my howling dog's dismay).

I also love reality TV. I mean...I'm seriously addicted in a mind-numbing way. American Idol...Dancing With The Stars...America's Got Talent....So You Think You Can Dance...The matters not. I love it all.

Which drives Mr. Thompson absolutely NUTS!

So you can imagine my total thrill when I saw this great video clip on You Tube... which combines my favorite song from Les Mis with a really great reality TV moment. I was as dumbfounded as my man Simon Cowell and say....

Bravo Susan Boyle - BRAVO!

Click on my red post title above (I Dreamed A Dream) and enjoy!

(sorry you have to click the link - You Tube has banned me from embedding this one on my blog).

Monday, April 13, 2009


Anyone know anything about sleeping disorders?

I think Mr. Thompson has one.

And since he has do I...and I'm tired of waking up 15 times a night as he tosses, turns, gets up, and stops breathing after finally settling down.

I'm really-really tired...

So I'd like to get him fixed.

(no - not that way! I mean I'd like to get his sleeping disorder fixed).

Then I can be more rested and relaxed at work.

And less grouchy with my staff. Who work really-really-really hard at their jobs. Matter of fact, I'd probably say "thank you" more.

And I'd be more loving with my dogs. Who are killing my lawn and tearing up my garden space.

And possibly a little more patient with Lil' A because although being a step-parent is freakin' hard work...I should probably be much better at it. Actually, my problem isn't with Lil' A. It's with her infringing mother. If I was better rested...I probably wouldn't want to run her over with my 4-Runner like I do.

If I were better rested, I probably wouldn't come home and put on my PJ's. Instead, I'd want to get on the treadmill.

Without the donut.

And I'd have a little more ambition to learn how to cook.

Yes, I definitely need to get Mr. Thompson fixed!

Any suggestions how???

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Friday, April 10, 2009

Our Great Adventure - Day 5

(Still no camera so pardon the less than perfect shot from my cell phone...)

For our final day of this much needed vacation we went to Newport Beach and had a blast! It was especially thrilling watching Baby-Bear as she had never seen the ocean or been on a sandy beach before. The weather wasn't very good as the clouds kept threatening rain so I didn't put them in their swimming suits but I might as well have because they got soaked.

They jumped waves for hours and hours and Baby-Bear "fell in" about 10 times. She squealed the whole time and it was really cute.

We also took our Disneyland bucket and collected seashells for hours. It was fun to walk down the beach hand in hand with the people I love. We did see a pod of dolphins which Lil' A and Baby-Bear loved.

I've decided I can't live land-locked anymore. I longingly looked at the sailboats out on the ocean and remember the few sailing lessons I took off the coast of Maryland. I was meant to live at water's edge....

After a fun day of jumping waves, we loaded into the rental car and headed for the airport. As the plane was lifting off Baby-Bear (sitting by the window) pointed out The Tower of Terror one last time. She doesn't know that Disneyland was long gone and what she really saw was the Holiday Inn. She got so excited I had to let her believe.

That is the beauty of childhood.

Now it's back to Salt Lake City to rescue Meka from the vet...Noelle from Mia (who has graciously been dog/house sitting for us)....and some much needed rest in my own bed.

Viva La Disneyland!

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Our Great Adventure - Day 4

Still no camera. The people at the Lost and Found are sick of me. I told them that they have the hardest job at Disneyland - they have to deal with the saddest people on earth like me. They smiled and said things usually come in during the first 24 hours.

It's been 24 hours....

But my hope remains because the distraught man who was in line in front of me had his back-pack returned...with over $5,000 cash in it. He said this would never happen in his country so Disneyland really must be the Happiest Place on Earth.

Beyond that, it was another great day. We hit Splash Mountain (again)...the Winnie the Pooh ride (again and again)...the flying comets which Baby-Bear almost dumped me out of....the Indiana Jones Adventure which I almost dumped the whole family out of... and a bunch of other rides with really long lines.

After Lil' A got soaked from head to toe on Splash Mountain (I'm still laughing about that one!) she and her dad decided to go back to the hotel for a little siesta.

Not Baby Bear and I. This is our first trip to Disneyland and we are not about to waste it! So we headed off to Princess Fairyland to get the princess's signatures. We were not deterred by a long line of crying little girls dressed as princesses with a 2 hour wait time. About 1/2 hour into it, Baby-Bear asked if she could get on my shoulders. Pretty soon....she was resting her head on the top of my head....where she peacefully slept like a little bird for the next 1 1/2 hours. The man in line next to us thought it was so funny that he had to take a picture. It was a painful 2 hours for him as he fulfilled his parental responsibilities so I was happy to create a little entertainment/diversion for him.

But we got them! Belle....Jasmine...and Ariel. When I grow up, I want to be a princess at Disneyland. Seriously. That's a great job! Baby-Bear and I decided that we are going to do it together.

We also got Brier Bear and Brier Fox. They played a little joke with our autograph books by stealing them and forging other character's signatures. Poor Brier Rabbit!

Then we got Winnie the Pooh...Tigger....and Eyore making it 8 signatures for the day! Our book is nearly full and we are very excited (me most of all!).

The day ended with another fireworks show...and more tears. Mr. Thompson is still laughing about that but I tell you - it's touching in a magical childhood sort of way. If I can't be a princess then I want to be Tinkerbell who swings above the castle during the fireworks display. Another great job!

Tomorrow we are off to the beach! We're goin' down da ocean (another shout-out to my Baltimore cronies!) so we can make a sandcastle and I can bury the girls in the sand.

Muy bien.

Baby-Bear's daily message to her mom and dad: "I fell asleep on Aunt J's head. I was tired. My legs hurt. I bought some good presents for my sisters and you and dad. I can't wait to come home and color eggs. I'm going to eat a bunch. I tried to get Aunt J to go on the Tower of Terror again but she wouldn't. I call her Betsy Wetsy because she was so scared she almost wet her pants. Splash Mountain is my second favorite. Abbi got wet. I'm having a good time. I love you. Good-bye."

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Our Great Adventure - Day 3

Today was the best day of my life! It just keeps getting better and better. The morning started with a 6 year old and a 7 year old springing out of bed. I've never had such an easy time waking up two little sleepyheads. Then it was off to California Land.

Muy Bien.

We started off with more signatures in our autograph books - Handy Mannie, Goofy (again - but in beachwear today), Pluto and Mr. Incredible. Just missed Snow White and Woody but we'll get them tomorrow for sure.

We went on a bee ride inside a giant orange, fell from the sky with the jellyfish, shot a bunch of chickens in the 4D Toy Story ride.... and then I made mistake #1 of the day.

I let a 6 year old (who had let a 7 year old....) talk me into the Tower of Terror. "Do-do-do-do...Welcome To The Twilight Zone." Basically this is a 15 story building and you enter through the creepy gates...into the more than a little scary hotel lobby. Then they load you into an elevator....take you to the top of the building....and drop you all 15 stories! Occasionally you shoot back to the top floor....and the elevator doors open to the empty sky all the way down. Baby Bear can say she liked it all she wants but I saw sheer terror on her face. I swear she was about to cry so I was screaming "close your eyes...close your eyes" every time the elevator door opened. Of course she didn't and when the ride finally ended (por fin!)...

She asked if we could do it again.

No freakin' way! I almost wet my pants. So she settled with going back to the Haunted Mansion. Like that was much better. I counted 98 ghosts. I truly expected this from her sister Banana or Lil' A...but not sweet little Baby-Bear. She spent the rest of the day pointing The Tower of Terror on the map saying, "do-do-do-do...Welcome to the Twilight Zone!".

Then we rode a bunch of other rides (including Winnie the Pooh's Great Adventure multiple times). My highlight was Splash Mountain with all of us getting soaked.

Muy Bien.

We ended the night with the spectacular fireworks show above The Castle. It was so beautiful....that I stared to cry. With tears rolling down my face while Julie Andrews was talking about wishing upon stars and all the magic of childhood....Baby Bear tapped me on my head (she was sitting on my shoulders) and said..."Aunt J - this is the best day of my life! Thanks for bringing me to Disneyland!"

That sweet moment caused more tears. No wonder this is The Happiest Place on Earth!

Bad news (mistake #2 of the day): the day ended with our lost camera. I took a lot of excellent shots...including the pictures with characters for our autograph I could just weep about this. Sure am glad that I shelled out $15 for each of the Tower of Terror and Splash Mountain professional photos. Mr. Thompson isn't so mad at me now for that - only at himself for setting the camera down on the bench while he waited for us to go on the Winnie the Pooh ride...again. Say a little prayer for us that we'll find it today at the Lost and Found.

Good news: Lil' A found her lost autograph book.

Our Great Adventure continues....

Baby-Bear's daily message to her mom and dad: "Do-do-do-do...Welcome to the Twilight Zone. I love you. Good-bye"

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Our Great Adventure - Day 2

Funny thing - Baby Bear thought that the airplane ride was part of Disneyland. This was her first experience being "up with the birds"...and she really really liked it!
(Thankfully the barf sack stayed in the seat pocket.)

First stop of the day, The Teacups. Lil' A's face sums up how Mr. Thompson and I felt when it was over. Sorry Walt but I've renamed this popular attraction....Baby Bear and Lil' A's Revenge.

Then we got onto the submarine and went Down Da Ocean (that's a shout-out to my Baltimore cronies). This Finding Nemo ride was one of my favorites. I have great video of Baby Bear with her face pushed against the glass. It was well worth the 1 1/2 hour wait!

Our Great Adventure collect all of the Disneyland character's signatures in our autograph books. We started with Goofy. As you can see, he liked Baby Bear's hair....

Then we found Minnie. Since Boo (Baby Bear's little sister) idolizes Minnie Mouse, we spent extra time in her house soaking it all in. Baby Bear is prepared to tell her all about it (in great detail - including what she keeps in her fridge).

Then it was off to Mickey's. Basically, he scribbles his name.

Baby Bear and I hit the roller coaster and then the Dumbo ride. Up...Up... and AWAY!

By far, this was my highlight of the day. Baby Bear got her driver's license and took me for a spin in Autopia. I honestly haven't laughed that hard in a really, really, really long time. I don't know how a 6 year old can almost dump a 400 lb woman out of a moving object, but Baby Bear almost did it.
At minimum, I came away with whiplash.

I told Baby Bear that this castle used to be my home. Her reply...."did you used to wash the floors too?" (a reference to Cinderella).
Smart kid.

Thanks for celebrating with us. WE LOVE DISNEYLAND!

Baby Bear's daily message to her mom and dad: "My favorite was the Haunted mansion (not pictured) cuz it was scary. I was sitting on a ghost's lap and they chased after us. I didn't even get scared but Aunt J did. My legs hurt because we walked a lot. I love you. Good-bye"

Monday, April 6, 2009

Viva La Disneyland!

Mr. Thompson and I are sitting at the airport with two very excited little girls. We are off for a week at Disneyland.

I asked Baby Bear (my minnie-me, 6 year old niece) what she is looking forward to the most. Her reply...."the beach". Then I explained that the beach isn't exactly part of Disneyland but rather is part of the ocean which is different than Disneyland. So she amended her response to "Cinderella's Castle". Followed by..."teacups"....and "that mountain that gets you wet" (Splash Mountain).

Obviously this is what Baby Bear and Lil' A have been talking about for the last two nights as they lay in bed whispering. Lil' A has been some 4+ times so she knows all the ropes. How sad that the childlike thrill has almost worn off for her.

Not for me! I'm almost 35 years old and this is my first trip to Disneyland. Baby Bear and I are so excited that our stomachs are in knots.

Matter of fact, I hope she doesn't throw up on the plane. She told the TSA Security Agent that she was "nervous"....followed by "Aunt J - my stomach hurts".

Glad Mr. Thompson didn't hear that!

Baby Bear's daily message for her mom and dad: "I love you. Tell my sisters hi. Aunt J gave me $15 because I jump roped 20 times in a row and ate all my food in the morning. Tell Boo that I'll buy her some real Minnie Mouse Ears. I'm going to ride on an airplane with a TV in the seat. I love you. Good-bye."

Friday, April 3, 2009

Memorial Day

Our Baby Boy

Colton J Thompson

April 3, 2008

Softly in the morning,
you heard a gentle call.
You took the hand God offered,
and quietly left us all.

Silent Footprints
By Elena Wilson (my 10 year old neice)

You never had the chance to play,
To play, to laugh, to rock, to wiggle.
We long to hold you, touch you now,
And listen to you giggle.

Aunt J will always be your mother,
and Aaron be your dad.
You will always be their child,
The child they never had.

But now you're gone...but yet you're here.
We'll sense you everywhere.
You are our sorrow and our joy,
There is love in every tear.

Just know our love goes deep and strong,
We will forget you never.
The child they had, but never had,
And yet will have forever.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Single Ladies

I needed a laugh today. While Justin Timberlake doesn't beat my 6 year old niece Katrina, spoofing as Beyonce's back-up dancer (she's got all the moves down!)...he's still pretty darn funny.


Wednesday, April 1, 2009

April Fools!

I love April Fool's Day. Seriously love it. Those around me, not so much. Tomorrow (after the dust settles)....I'll tell you why.

Until then, crank the prank!