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10 Dec 2012 1 Comment

by ladystamper in Uncategorized Tags: blog of the year

I have to admit, I am a ‘words of affirmation’ kind of gal. I love it when people tell me I do something well. That is why I am all teared up and squealing at the moment. My fellow bloggin friend over at “Finding order in chaos” has nominated me for Blogger…..of….the…..yeeeaarr……! (I hope you read that in the big echoy voice I was trying to convey.)

The ‘rules’ for this award are simple:

1 Select the blog(s) you think deserve the ‘Blog of the Year 2012’ Award

2 Write a blog post and tell us about the blog(s) you have chosen – there’s no minimum or maximum number of blogs required – and ‘present’ them with their award.

3 Please include a link back to this page ‘Blog of the Year 2012’ Award – Thought Palette and include these ‘rules’ in your post (please don’t alter the rules or the badges!)

4 Let the blog(s) you have chosen know that you have given them this award and share the ‘rules’ with them.

5 For ALL of the rules, please refer to the link in #3.

There are many blogs that I could have chosen for this award. Here are the ones I narrowed it down to. Enjoy!!

1. Laughing at everyday life. Cuz it makes me laugh! http://tadams4u.wordpress.com/

2. Storytelling Nomad. Deep, insightful and fun.

http://storytellingnomad.wordpress.com/

3. Maggies one butt kitchen. You’ll gain weight just looking!

http://maggiesonebuttkitchen.wordpress.com/

4.Live simply, travel lightly, love passionately & don’t forget to breathe. Beautiful pictures and thoughts. http://mselenalevontraveling.com/

5. The Junoesque. My tall friend with her tall thoughts…. http://thejunoesque.com/

6. The magnificent something. http://themagnificentsomething.com

7. Lady or not… Rebecca at http://ladyornot.com/

Gotta get the kids up for school now. Thanks again for the nomination!!

move along

23 Jun 2012 2 Comments

by ladystamper in Uncategorized

People are so great, they just make me smile. I love how unpredictable people are. I am one of those people that just assumes everyone is good until they decide to prove me wrong. That being said….I don’t think I actually ‘know’ any BAD people, and if I don’t ‘know’ a person….how could I judge if they were good or bad? I guess that means there are no bad people in my life.

I truly believe that what Dr Greene says in his book, “The Explosive Child” is true for all people. People are good when they can be. It’s a true statement that sometimes people do bad things. But I really don’t think anybody, deep down, WANTS to be bad, I think they are just in a situation or frame of mind, that causes them to do bad things. Or they are too stupid to know when they do something bad.

I will admit that it is very possible that I could be completely wrong about this. I don’t know everything, nor would I ever want to come across as someone that thought they knew everything. But I think it makes a nicer world when you assume people are good. Why go looking for the bad? You find what you are looking for….

Being good when you can be can also be applied to musical performers. I went to a trifold concert tonight with my sister. The first ‘band’ was….how do you say it…. ‘awful.’ They were loud and abrasive and best when heard from a block away, wearing ear plugs. The last band was a woman who’s name shall remain Lita Ford. As my sister’s fiancé stated….’she looks amazing for a 90 year old!” She isn’t really 90, but she is ‘seasoned.’ It didn’t help that she made a point to mention she was part of the second video shown on MTV…..nothing like dating yourself Lita! She definitely had a lot of energy, but she didn’t sing the same notes as the guitarist was playing so…it made it controversial in a way I don’t think she intended.

Continuing on with the topic of rock and roll….I went and saw Rock of Ages today. Sigh, I had such high hopes for the movie…..but alas. I must admit, the music was outstanding. I loved, I repeat LOVED how they entertwined all those great 80′s songs into new butterfly creations. It was amazing. I just wish they didn’t have to go all ‘chicago’ on me and show about 60 too many sets of butt cheeks. The final straw was when Alec Baldwin and Russell brand decided to show how “versatile” they were as actors..and they kissed. I’d like to take a moment and send a memo out to every actor in and out of Hollywood. Ahem, when you show your “versatility” in this way, all it shows me is that you have ZERO standards and morals. Any and all respect I may have had for you instantly leaves, just like I did in this movie. Yes indeed….I walked right out. My only regret is that I did not walk out sooner. I admit I sat in the theater with my eyes closed for about half an hour, just because I thought the music was so great. When the wannabe fags kissed I suddenly realized, I could just buy the soundtrack! Yep, out I went. EWW!

So, to return to the topic of people being good…you may wonder how it all ties in with my movie review. Well, first off, let me remind you that this is my blog and I don’t have to tie anything together if I don’t want too. Secondly, It totally does tie in. People are good when they can be. Actors are good when they can be. I think the root of the problem here is the directors of the movies because, as we all know, they are not actually ‘people’ but aliens sent here to send the human species into a downward spiral in which we destroy ourselves so the aliens can take over without feeling guilty for actually ‘killing’ anyone with their own hands. Instead, they brainwash us and force actors to make horrible movies to lure us into submission.

It could be a far fetched idea but so is thinking that anyone in their right mind would enjoy seeing Tom Cruise with his shirt off…..cause I said so.

Photo credit: http://pocketcultures.com/2008/05/23/camels-replace-tractors-in-rajastan/

anyone….?

19 Jun 2012 2 Comments

by ladystamper in Uncategorized

I really stink at names. I mean, I can call you a name, no problem, but the chance that it is the ‘right name’ is not so great. I don’t know why I am so bad at that but it is annoying.

I remember one day when I was in Sam’s club in Alabama…or California….or somewhere…anyway, I was in a Sam’s club with my husband….or was it my kids? I forget. The point is, I was in the store and a woman came up to me and said hello, called me by name, and then smiled and walked away. I KNEW this person’s face. I could NOT for the life of me remember who she was though. This incident haunted me for months. It drove me crazy wondering who this person was. I never did figure it out but a that point I made the official realization that I stink at names.

I’ve tried different tricks to help me remember a person’s name. You know the games….think of a vegetable that goes with their name that will help you remember them. Make up a little rhyme to remember their name. Repeat their name back to them and then in your head to solidify the name. None of these things work for me. It isn’t just the ‘meet me once and forget my name’ kind of thing either. I have had the same 12 kids in my primary class at church every year now for six months and I still can’t remember all the boys names right.

I know a lot of people have bad memories but the weird thing is that I can remember other things. I can remember the

photo credit: http://chicagoist.com/2012/01/26/ferris_bueller_will_make_magnificen.php

Bob’s your uncle

03 Jun 2012 2 Comments

by ladystamper in Beckie, Uncategorized Tags: celebrities, gym, health, health magazines, healthy-living, meaningful, mindless dribble, pepper jack cheese, pounds, therapy, turkey breast, weight loss, whole living, writing, writing exercise

I read an article yesterday in one of those health magazines. The magazine is called Whole Living and I am not sure where it came from. I get it in the mail each month and usually glance through it half heartedly before I put it in ‘the pile’ and eventually throw it out. Yesterday I actually sat down and looked at it while I ate my incredibly healthy lunch of pepper jack cheese on super whole grain crackers (that almost broke my teeth) and sliced turkey breast. The article I found was very short, only a paragraph, and not only had pictures, but was actually printed over a picture.

The article is called “write off the pounds” and it talks about how writing about something you really care about can not only make you happier but also slimmer. I don’t know if I believe it…but it says that a study showed that women that were frustrated with something in their lives were able to lose 3-4 pounds over about three months after a ‘meaningful’, one-time writing exercise on a personal topic for 15 minutes. The study also said that women that wrote about something unimportant actually gained three pounds.

I have a few issues with this. First off, ’3 pounds’?? I lose and gain that regularly, week to week. I don’t see that as a huge weight thing. Maybe for my baby sister it is since she only weighs about 50 pounds, but for the rest of the general, normal sized population….is three pounds over three months really a noticeable thing? Also, it says this is all based on a ‘one time writing exercise.’ Does that mean if I write for say….four hours on something important to me I will lose 48 pounds? On the flip side, if I write slobbering dribble will I gain 48 pounds? This could really be important on a bigger scale. I need to know if all these posts on my blog about things that are incredibly important to not only me, but mankind…could actually be keeping me at my current weight. Maybe that is why I am able to eat a pound of m&m’s in one day and not gain weight….simply because I wrote something profound?

I am kidding of course. I never eat a whole pound of m&m’s in one day. I usually takes me at least two or three days to ingest that much chocolate. Unless of course, I am stamping. In that case, my tolerance to chocolate goes way up and I am able to eat until I pop.

I do think there is something to this. In spite of my snarky attitude. I think that women in particular are really good at taking our stress bottling it up inside. That stress is what I refer to as a ‘hoarder’. It doesn’t just sit in the back of our mind and rest quietly, oh no. It collects things like fat cells, and hides them all over our body. When we do something to take away that stress, like writing or even therapy, it opens the door and lets a bit of sunshine in on that hidden area and some of the collective hoarding is let loose.

Maybe this is why all the big, beautiful celebrities go to therapist. It isn’t that they really need the mental help, it is part of their weight maintenance program. Golly, if I can count a verbal vomit or writing exercise as a trip to the gym this week….I’m doing it! Cause I said so.

photo credit: http://www.quotecounterquote.com/2010/07/no-peace-or-rest-for-wicked.html

don’t blink

29 May 2012 5 Comments

by ladystamper in Beckie, Uncategorized Tags: aging, Arizona, baby soft, crypt keeper, Florida, grandmother, hands, lotion, Marcy, mother, pedicures, photo shoots, pictures, Q, skin, slimy

I think I look pretty good for my age. I get that from my mom and my grandma. They have both aged well. My mom gets mistaken for my sister pretty often. She loves it….me? well….at least I’m not mistaken for her mother. That would be a bit of a downer. People are usually surprised when they hear my age and then hear that I also have six kids. For some reason, I don’t look old enough to have six children. I wonder if it is because I usually wear makeup and have my hair fixed. I think a lot of people may assume that mothers of six kids run around looking like a chicken without a head, or fixed hair. I do feel like that a lot, but I manage to put a good face on it most days.

Even though I may feel and supposedly look somewhat young, nothing changes my feelings like pictures of my hands. Marcy sent me the pictures (the best ones I assume) from our photo shoot yesterday. They turned out pretty good. I am happy with them. She did one picture of our hands together. I have to say….nothing makes me look older than my hands. Sometimes I feel like the mother with the daughter inside her on Freaky Friday…..”I’m the crypt keeper!” My hands definitely show my age. I’m sure it is mostly my fault since I don’t lotion very much. I don’t like to feel slimy and greasy and sticky. Most lotion makes me feel that way. You would have thought that the time I lived in Florida would have moistened me up for a while but my skin was actually drier there than here at times. That is where I started using lotion, finally, late in life. Regardless of my recent lotioning….the damage has been done.

When we went for our pedicures on Saturday, Q sat by me and watched every move the pedi-tician (?) did while doing my toes. She tested the water and checked out all the ‘tools’ and asked me lots of questions. One of the questions was about the cheese grater they used on the bottom of my heels. I told her it helped make my skin ‘baby bottom smooth.’ She smiled up at me and said, “you mean like mine?” Yes, dear….like yours. She still has that super sweet, soft skin of a little girl. I wonder if I ever really had skin like that…..

I joke with my parents that I raised them, since they had me when they were so young. At times I feel I still am raising them actually….but in a good way. I’m just taking credit for all the good stuff they do now. I wonder if my early maturing made my hands prematurely age? Is this something I can blame on my immature parents instead of my rebellion against lotion? I doubt it. I am not one of those people that spend time and energy blaming others (especially my parents) for the choices I have made. I figure, if I am going to blame someone else for all my mistakes, I would equally have to give someone else credit for all my achievements. I mean, it has to balance out somehow, right? I’d rather take credit for both, and hope I come out ahead on the achievement side of the scale. I guess I better stop taking credit for my parents good stuff or they will be happily giving me credit for their mistakes too. Darn it…thinking things through can really throw off a girls back patting. Oh well, I think I’ll go lotion my hands…..cause I said so.

photo credit: http://www.treklens.com/gallery/photo450261.htm

snickerdoodle

27 Apr 2012 1 Comment

by ladystamper in Beckie, Uncategorized Tags: Boyfriend, bunnies, dogs, evening, fantine, French Kiss, killer bunnies, Mr Holbert, protector, running, swimming, twilight, walks, water, waterdogs

I had a good friend named Katie when I lived in Florida. She lived in my neighborhood and we would go for walks sometimes. She had a golden retriever named “Mr. Holbert” that was basically my dogs boyfriend. Whenever we would get the two of them together it turned into a major make out session. I don’t think they realized how inappropriate it was but, we would all laugh and blush a bit when they would go at it. If you have never seen dogs French kiss…you are really missing out.

Fantine (my dog) would get excited whenever I would ask her if she wanted to go visit Mr Holbert. She totally recognized his name. I remember one time, when we took her over to his house to swim. We had never taken Fantine swimming before, but…seriously…what dog doesn’t love to swim? All of the dogs I’ve ever had have loved to jump in the water and ‘doggy paddle’ for hours. Even Barney, the dog I had as a child that didn’t know how to swim, turned into a regular water dog after a bit of coaxing. When we got to the pool, Fantine hung back a bit. I figured she was playing hard to get and being lady like and all that so, I helped her out. We grabbed her and threw her into the pool. Did you know that dogs can totally give you a dirty look? Indeed. If the look Fantine gave was judged on a scale from 1 – 10…one being slightly perturbed and 10 being daggers to your heart, her look would have been an 11….meaning she would like to pee in my cereal while chewing my favorite shoes to oblivion. She was NOT happy.

Although we tried at other times to interest Fantine in the cool joys of swimming, we have yet to be successful. She is NOT a water dog. That being said, she is really great at bath time. She will stand very still and let us do it. Its surprising actually.

One of the reasons I got Fantine in the first place was to be a protector for me when I went walking/running/biking with Katie. Now, if you knew Katie at all, this might surprise you. Katie is a tough gal. She was in the military for years and frankly, could kick any normal guys butt. I figured walking around the neighborhood with this gal would be not only fun, but safe. She ‘had my back’…..or so I thought. One day we were out walking at either dusk or early ‘before light of day’ and we had a huge dog (small dust mop) run out at us and attempt to defend it’s property. This is the part where Katie would be my body guard…. But instead of that, she grabbed my arm and hid behind me. It was a bit funny and not a bit disturbing….to have my protector being protected by my scrawny arm. We laughed about that a lot and I got Fantine to be my protector.

The first time I took Fantine out for a walk….we didn’t get far.Every time we would hear a dog bark, baby cry, old person breathe…she would cower behind, and under, my legs like a total baby! The idea of running with her was quickly put to rest due to the fact that she runs like a drunken sailor, weaving all over the road, distracted by any and all scents. I gave up on Fantine being of any use on outings other than muscle building to which ever hand held her leash. She can be taught and is pretty good at heeling….and I have amazing arms….

I admit to mocking Fantine openly about her scaredy ways. It is true that she is very protective of my youngest, and always has been. She would stand over him when he played on the floor….just to protect him from being squashed we assumed. Other than that, we consider her a big baby.

I was out walking with Sarah the other evening when I decided to stop thinking of Fantine as such a baby. We were having a nice brisk walk when all of a sudden something moved in the corner of my sight and I almost jumped into Sarah’s arms. Granted, I was closer to the ‘action’ and could possibly have shrugged it off as jumping ‘in front of her to protect her’ but…we both know I got startled and jumped almost out of my skin. In my defense, we live in the desert and there are all kinds of undesirable critters out there roaming around in the half light. The sad thing is that it was only a small desert rabbit. Or what we lovingly call a ‘bunny.’ (said in the voice of ScoobyDoo)

So, now I’m the big baby. Its okay tho, really. Maybe that is why I have all these really tall kids. They were sent to protect me from all the big bad wolves and…killer bunnies. Cause I said so…..

Photo credit: http://bunniez.hubpages.com/hub/When-Bunnies-Attack-What-To-Do-When-Your-Rabbit-Bites

Honor-rama

26 Apr 2012 6 Comments

by ladystamper in Beckie, Uncategorized Tags: blog honor, cocolate, organizing, preparedness, tall, Tim Burton

There is nothing better than knowing that someone not only reads my blog, but thinks it isn’t a total waste of their time to do so. I received this blog honor from fellow blogger over at New View From Here. I really enjoy his blog and am honored that he enjoys mine!

When a person gets this nomination, there are two steps. First, I am to share 7 unknown facts with my readers and then nominate 15 other bloggers. Here goes….7 unknown facts about me in no particular order other than how they bounced into my head…brace yourself.

1.I stole a small Winnie the Poo plastic cup from my neighbor when I was seven. I reached through the chain link fence and just snatched it. I kept my marble collection in it for years. I still feel guilty about that….it’s the only thing I ever stole.

2. I hated chocolate until I moved in with my roomate during college. She was addicted and coerced me into walking to Dairy Queen late at night to get peanut buster parfaits. I blame her for my love of chocolate, and fluffy hips to this day.

3. I don’t like Tim Burton movies. In spite of the fact that they are very well made, the macabre element in all of them disturb me and give me nightmares. Yes, I’m a baby.

4. I’ve never been mean to my baby sister. I was a beast to my other siblings, so when Baby was born….at my age 14….I swore I would never hurt her, yell at her, or be mean to her. This could explain why I moved out when she was four. The things we do to keep our promises….

5. I love old black and white movies. When I was a newly wed and ‘broke’….our entertainment consisted of whatever we could do for free. The library had free movie rentals so we spent many a night watching old Bogie and Bacall movies. I still love them and the memories they bring.

6. I am directionally challenged. Okay, so this fact is probably well known by my family and close friends, but they don’t read my blog often. (losers). I absolutely can NOT remember where N, S, E, and W are. I hear knowing that can really help navigation but…why would I want the creators of my GPS to feel unneeded? I want them to feel good about their efforts. See how kind I am?

7. I am afraid of the lawnmower. Okay, so not so much now as I used to be, but I didn’t mow the grass until just recently. And that was only because I had to step into dad shoes after Brad died. I absolutely refused to learn to start the mower or attempt to mow the grass until that time. I had a friend in high school that lost a toe to a mower and that was enough for me. Some things are just Guy Jobs.

So…there are my seven random facts. Now I get to nominate 15 other bloggers to the honor and we all get to know about them!

Again, in no particular order, here are some bloggers that I think are pretty amazing.

1. Sassy Sass over at http://artoflemons.wordpress.com makes me laugh with her snarky view of mommy-hood

2. Elizabeth over at http://sonnemann.wordpress.com has some incredible insight for such a youngster. I love reading her blog….I predict she will be quite the author someday.

3. http://manipalphotoblog.wordpress.com not only has some Ah-Mazing photos, but some real thought provoking poems and quotes. He is also a good writer. Some people have all the talent….

4. Elayna and Myiehsa over at http://thejunoesque.com are awesome cuz they make me feel short! Not really, but they have a wonderful sense of humor for all things ‘tall.’

5. Fellow organizer (is that another unknown fact?) over at http://findingorderincorpusa.wordpress.com has not only wonderful organizing tips, but great quotes and fun reads.

6. Mary has some incredible insight and advise for us all over at http://marysilverwhite.wordpress.com. She doesn’t hold back.

7. Although she doesn’t update it NEARLY often enough, my sister is an amazing writer that will make you laugh out loud. http://rhealynae.wordpress.com

8.Find some awesome diets and health tips at http://health-heaven.tumblr.com, I’m trying the GM diet she recommends starting today!

9. Another great blog with way to FEW entries is at http://imthemom1.wordpress.com. Maybe this will inspire her to write more?

10. Pictures are worth more than a thousand words over at http://photobotos.com. Amazing photos!!

11. Emilie at http://ayearoffhe.blogspot.com has some awesome ideas for preparedness and parenthood. She makes it doable!

12. Find some amazing re-crafting and decorating ideas at http://goodwillionaire.blogspot.com.

13. Betsy is a great author and inspiring friend. http://betsyloveldsauthor.blogspot.com

14. Lovely new and creative hairstyles at http://myyellowsandbox.blogspot.com

15. if you are looking for some truly thought provoking writings….go visit the mongoose. http://rabidmongoose.wordpress.com

It is harder than one might think to pick out 15 blogs that are reader worthy. I hope you find something useful in my little list. Old, new, borrowed, blue….everyone has something to offer someone out there. Cause I said so.

sweet dreams

21 Apr 2012 1 Comment

by ladystamper in Beckie, Uncategorized Tags: Big Band Theory, children, laughter, medicine, meditation, night owl, relax, sleep

I haven’t been getting enough sleep. I can tell because the signs are there. I don’t get the regular signs of sleep deprivation like….sleepyness. The signs I get are strange. My legs start itching, I start craving pickle juice, and I can literally go into a coma when I brush my hair.

I don’t have any really good excuses for not getting enough sleep. I mean, I don’t have any toddlers or babies waking me up at night. My bed is fairly comfortable, especially when it has two kittens in it. There is no one snoring or kicking me in the night. (see kittens in bed) I don’t have anything pressing on my schedule tomorrow that would require burning the midnight oil. No, I really don’t have any excuse other than I am a night owl. I always have been. I remember staying up all night in high school just to finish a paper or other project. Those were the things I usually got the best grades on so….it didn’t really detour me from staying up late.

My kids are even worse than I am. If I am out late they are almost always up when I get home. They see no reason to go to bed if mom is not there to remind them that sleep is needed. Jared is a bit of an exemption to that rule at times. When he was just a wee lad, around ten months old, we were living in Colorado. We had some friends over to play games one night and I could not get Jared to go to sleep! I rocked him, fed him, walked with him, sang to him,….everything I could think of. Nothing worked. He was frustrated, I was frustrated, and I’m pretty sure our company was frustrated. I finally just took him to his crib and laid him down. “You’re on your own buddy…” I remember saying, ( or something like that) Instead of crying, he sighed a very loud (FINALLY!) sigh, and rolled over and went promptly to sleep. I was amazed. All he had wanted was for me to just put him in bed! Let’s just say, life changed after that episode.

Thorin was even better when it came to nap time. I would lay a blanket out on the floor and say “Nap time!” And he would crawl over to it, lie down and fall asleep. It was awesome. Now the boy stays up til three in the morning and sleeps all day. His life it like a nap with breaks for consciousness. He could easily be mistaken for a vampire by his sleeping/waking patterns.

I think part of the reason I am such a night owl is because night time is when the kids were finally all quiet and asleep and Brad was finally home from work or church or basketball or whatever it was he was doing at the time. Now that it is just me, I find that the quiet time after the kids go to bed is even more needed. I need that alone time to decompress and gather my thoughts for the next day.

Doesn’t that sound great? Don’t I sound like the kind of person that would be so ready for each day? After a nice, quiet evening of meditation and reflection….whose day wouldn’t start out great? Well, truth be told, what I am doing is feeding my addiction to the Big Bang Theory. After I get all the kids to bed, I watch and laugh til my sides hurt and I’m crying. Not exactly the vision of calm meditation but….laughter is the best medicine they say. I’m up for a good big dose of it, every night! Cause I said so.

monkey business

20 Apr 2012 1 Comment

by ladystamper in Beckie, Uncategorized Tags: Amazonia, ben, book rack, books, grandma, horror, monkeys, scary stories, writing

I’m not overly fond of monkeys. Something about them cause a little freak out in me. Maybe it is because of the way they seem almost human like, or maybe it is because my parents subjected me to many, many Planet of the Ape movies when I was a mere child. Who can tell. Whatever the reason, I don’t love monkeys.

That being said, I have called my children by ‘monkey names’ many, many times. Cute little monkey buns, monkey face, etc. It sounds cute, but in reality, monkeys are far from cute in my opinion.

In spite of my feelings about monkeys, I bought my son a monkey book at my favorite little book store the other day. The Book Rack is an awesome store. For one, it is close to my house and full of new and used books I haven’t even read yet, and two it is run by a cute set of twin guys that know everything. They are my kind of people! They know books, movies, music, and love to talk about them too. They are also amateur film makers and expert lego builders. I call them the Renaissance men of Mesa. I think of any reason I can to go in and browse and visit with them.

The book I bought is called Monkey Tales. I thought it was a book of cute little stories about monkeys. When I started to read the book to Ben I realized, quickly, that it was actually a collection of fables, folktales, and legends all about monkeys throughout the world. Some people might have been disappointed by this but for us it was a happy accident. Ben actually prefers stories with facts in them. He is like a sponge that soaks up all the information around him and then shares it with the rest of the family at just the right moments. He amazes me with his ability to retain information. I, on the other hand, cannot remember how old I am.

Last night we read a story from Amazonia about a group of monkeys that hated the rain. Every time it rained they would hide and promise to build shelter the very next day. When the next day dawned all bright and sunny, they had no interest or desire to build houses. I thought it was a good story about procrastination and spent a few minutes talking about it to the boys.

“Yeah, yeah,….that’s great. Time for scary stories with Ben now.” Ben stated as soon as I stopped to take a breath. He then spent the next ten minutes or so telling me a story that gave me nightmares last night. Every story starts out with,”It was a dark and stormy night….” and includes zombies and people getting mangled in some way. This story had traces of horror films I have only seen trailers to through the cracks between my fingers as I tried to hide my eyes. He has never seen these movies so I wonder where he gets his information from. He was able to take the yuck from the unseen movies and mix them up with fairy tales and make them into something pretty frightening. He loves it when I tell him, “too scary!” and I squeal in fright. Maybe I am encouraging him too much?
Sometimes I think I should just write down the stories he tells and put them into a book. Of course, I would have to put a warning label inside the from cover, “Not for the faint of heart, or grandma…” cause I said so.

photo from :

http://www.google.com/imgres?q=images+of+monkeys&hl=en&client=safari&sa=X&rls=en&biw=1301&bih=585&tbm=isch&prmd=imvns&tbnid=lp9hzBsSJr7L_M:&imgrefurl=http://www.wadewegner.com/2011/02/families-and-the-oil-of-monkeys/&docid=Ul8pxppl310_oM&imgurl=http://www.potstuck.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/the-3-monkeys.jpg&w=400&h=300&ei=H–MT6_yDIvYiQKc__S9CA&zoom=1&iact=rc&dur=635&sig=113066672481944259300&page=1&tbnh=107&tbnw=143&start=0&ndsp=24&ved=1t:429,r:3,s:0,i:141&tx=37&ty=42

knee knocked

13 Apr 2012 4 Comments

by ladystamper in Beckie, Uncategorized Tags: giraffe, graceful, heels, injury, knees, lunch, running, shoes, stairs, temple

My husband and I had a thing for the giraffes at the zoo. We went to the zoo with his mother once, not long after we were married. The giraffes were being silly, without knowing it, and we got a good laugh out of it. I can’t give details….let’s just say, they weren’t pole dancing. Ever since that day, I’ve liked visiting the giraffes at every zoo we go too. The zoo in Florida was really nice. The platform you were able to look at the giraffes from was at their head level. You had the option of buying extremely overpriced ‘special rye looking crackers’ or just letting them gnaw on your hand. There were sentinels everywhere to ensure you didn’t bring your own crackers or try to feed them your gum or cotton candy. Nobody likes a giraffe on a sugar high…they are totally out of control. (or so I’ve made up)

Giraffes are cool for lots of reasons. Their coloring is really cool, as is their long neck and soft, sarcastic looking eyes. They can’t help but look down on us wee humans and think we are amusing.

Although I have always liked giraffes, I’ve never actually felt like I was related to one until today. I started the day in a really good mood. The tiny scab covering the last bit of my healing knee came off in the wash and I could finally see what looks like a closed knee hole. (Shout for joy!!!) I was so excited, I decided to wear ‘real’ shoes to go to the temple with Brian today. I wore one of my favorite pairs of wedgie heels, cuz they went with my outfit like a dream, and …hello, they are dang cute! I didn’t choose them because they are easy to walk in, cuz they aren’t the easiest, but I was only going to be wearing them for the walk in and the walk out so….they would totally do.

The temple was wonderful. I love being in there. It was even more special because it was Brian’s first time and I was sitting next to my mom. All around good day. After our session, I zoomed out (cuz women are WAY faster getting out of the temple then men are…..) and went over to Seagull book. I have to space out my visits to that store cuz I get sucked waaay far into the sale racks. I saved a TON of money today! (you know what that really means….) I texted Brian as I was leaving the temple so he would know where I was. We had planned to get lunch after we were done. I was a bit surprised when I was able to finish a shopping trip without hearing back from him. I got back in my car and headed back over to watch at the front door of the temple. After a few minutes, he texted me asking where I was. Nobody had told him there was a back door, and that men are WAY slower than women at getting dressed. (now he knows)

We went to lunch at Haven burgers and then parted ways. I was about to leave when I noticed there was a little flower shop in the same plaza as Haven. I decided to go back in and buy some flowers. Why not? I was in a happy mood and I wanted flowers darn it! I went in and had a nice chat with the man running the store for his wife. He was adorable…and pretty darn good at wrapping daisies. I was feeling pretty good as I left the shop with my cheerful daisies in my hand. I got half way across the parking lot before the previously unknown relationship to giraffes came upon me in full force. My legs suddenly became twice as long and gangly and then proceeded to get tangled in each other. I swear I thought I had sprouted two more legs for all the tangling I was feeling. As I started my decent to the asphalt, I can’t be sure, but I think the words “NOT THE KNEE!!!” escaped my lips at a louder than ‘indoor voice’ level. In that split second before hitting the ground, I saw my knee splitting open and my mind flying right out through the hole it made. I was sure I would lose my mind if my knee was cut back open.

I was somehow, by sheer will, able to keep both my knees from hitting the ground, as well as not damaging any other parts of my body. I really think I hovered for a moment before landing softly on my fingertips and toes, like a scared cat…but with a slightly less arched back.

As I climbed back onto my shoes and made my way across the remaining parking lot to my car, I realized that ‘just because I can, doesn’t mean I should’. totally applied to my shoe choice for the day. Yeah, my knee bends good and I don’t have an open window to my knee cap anymore, but that doesn’t mean I’m ready to climb back on the saddle of my high heels. I think I better take it slow and learn to walk again.

As a side note, I fell again when I ran up the stairs after I got home (different shoes) . Two more lessons learned from my second close call of the day. One, I’m not ready to run up stairs yet, and two….I really need to go shoe shopping…..cause I said so.

photo source : http://tywkiwdbi.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleeping-giraffes.html

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