Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
The list concludes with a note " . . . OR money to go towards any of these items".
I think I'm going to go back to the tube sock tradition.
So Rachel is turning 21 today. She told us a while back "It will be cool to turn 21. I will be able to do everything . . . except rent a car". So what will be different for her this year from last? Not much. She is now old enough to rent a hotel room all by herself when she travels, but she can't rent a car (age 25 is the normal limit there). She doesn't drink, so nothing new with the age change there. She almost failed her written driving test when she was 16 even though she had thoroughly studied the handbook. She said she got all the DUI questions wrong. "I knew I'd never drink so I didn't study that section" . But what will be different is that she will end this year with an associate degree, which is pretty cool. In fact, she will be completing that in just a few weeks, halfway to a Bachelor's degree -- with many of the basic classes out of the way, now she can focus on music. She recently bought a new car, ok . . . not new, but less old than her old car. She has a whole lot of new, fun, adventurous friends. She is attending an incredible ward. She is becoming a very accomplished musician. Her grades are fantastic, her sisters love her to death, she is out with friends every night of the week, she is smart, funny and beautiful. What a way to start your adult life!
Happy Birthday Rachel!
For more info on this beautiful daughter of mine (or to wish her a Happy Birthday): http://www.rachelhale.blogspot.com/
Thursday, October 18, 2007
I ran across these photos the other day and I don't know if we've shared them with the family. It was a fun addition to our family reunion. Here are some of my favorites: Elizabeth had to do this jump about 7 times. Each time she would jump in with a joyous "TA DAAA!" Then she would she would come up out of the water (coughing and sputtering) and ask me if I got a good picture of her. Unfortunately her jumping expertise was much better than my photography expertise and she had to repeat her plunge again and again (each time equally joyous). You can't tell from the photo, but I was worrying about her water-filled lungs before we were done capturing that jump.
What could be better than a family reunion?
Monday, October 15, 2007
A hundred years is a LONG LONG time, but made me realize how old I am. I am closely associated with someone who was born 100 years ago! And not just associated in a distant, pedigree-chart kind of way, but I lived with my grandparents during college, I have fond memories of my grandpa as a fun and vibrant man.
My other grandfather was born in 1900. I always thought that was a cool year to be born -- it was easy to remember his age when I was a kid. But that puts him at 107 this year.
So who else have we been associated with in our lifetime?
Ronald Reagan would have been 96 years old this year.
David O. McKay was the prophet when I was a child. He would have been 134 years old this year.
Kathryn Hepburn and John Wayne are two great American icons that were both born the same year as my grandfather -- 1907. Although well known to me, they probably wouldn't be recognized by my children by name or by sight (even John Wayne's very recognizable voice is unfamiliar to them). In 1907, World War I was still several years away.
Here's a tidbit of information that may help you in a game of trivia one day. UPS was founded in 1907. Who knew? (Who cares?)
It shouldn't surprise me that we are all aging. It's a fact of life. It just surprises me that the numbers are looming so big. Half of my siblings have passed the 50 year mark. Luckily several of us are so much more youthful and have a ways to go to that mark. We'll all get there soon enough . . .
In the meantime, let's just enjoy the ride!
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Rachel, the Peacock
Brady, the Peacock
Unfortunately, the bird costume died before Melanie was born and the peacock tradition sadly passed on, too.
Here is Cindy, the clown
Then in some cruel twist of fate, I seem to have graduated from the green clown costume to the red clown costume!
For my own kids, the most dangerous costume by far was Rachel's Pippi Longstockings. She had a coat hanger wire wound over her head and down each braid. She quickly learned the lethal effects of a quick head turn.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Cindy has always sounded like a little girl name to me. There is only one song that I know of that uses the name:
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy,
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy,
(What is the meaning behind that song, really . . . ?)
There are many Cindys in the world -- too many really. I could differentiate myself with the more formal name. In the meantime, Ms. Tanner and I address each other as "Cindi, with an eye" and "Cindy, with a why".
I was not consciously aware that there was an appropriate time frame to submit a name change. So I started my adult life as Cindy. I know someday if we retire and move to a new city, I will introduce myself with a new name. However, I don't know if that will ever happen. And I know I can't ask my friends of 20 years to call me something new. The next best choice is to have multiple identities. I recently joined a new "club" - I was new to the group and no one knew me . . . not from church, not from school, not from our neighborhood. It was a clean break -- I became Cynthia for a whole day. Now I have to train Dave when to address me by which name. If he can be successfully trained, then we're good to go!
Dave: "Do you want to see the tractor I bought?"
Friends: (momentary surprised silence -- then they break eye contact with Dave and turn their heads in my direction and lock eyes with me while still speaking to Dave) . . . "You bought a tractor?"
I am guessing they want to see my reaction to the fact that Dave has a tractor. Yes, I am aware, at this point, that Dave has purchased some tractors (notice the plural? yes, there is more than one) and I have come to peace with it.
Friends: "What are you going to do with a tractor?"
To understand the surprise in their voices you have to understand that we live in central Phoenix, the sixth largest city in the country, very urban, very inner-city. Our house sits on a typical averaged-sized city lot. Our neighbor's home sits approximately 20 feet from ours. There is not an empty lot nor open acreage for miles in any direction. So what is the tractor for? No one has quite figured that out yet. Dave calls it a "Nuper" (NUPR - No useful purpose, really).
He has been accused of going through a mid-life crisis. If that truly what it is, I think there are a lot worse things that could be enticing to a man in his 40's. However, I think it has just come to a time that he gets to focus on his own interests for a while. Dave has been truly disciplined over the years - I don't think he stepped inside a convenience store for over 10 years -- no soda, no junk food. He was willing to take lunches from home and drive old cars and trucks to make ends meet. While our kids have had braces and school trips and we've paid for home improvements and car insurance for multiple teenagers, he has put his own interests on the back burner. He has worked 2 and sometimes 3 jobs at times and has always put family first. Now . . . 2007 has become the "The Year of ME !". And why not?
The tractor that he is restoring is actually a type of tractor that his dad used on his farm in Idaho. It is an Allis Chalmers Model G. It was designed for use by small farmers in 1948 and was sold for about 8 years. It has interchangeable implements so a farmer could use one machine for multiple purposes. Now, if we could only figure out its purpose for our yard.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
I have been reading a few blogs recently. I have thoroughly enjoyed reading about our adorable neices and busy nephews and my very 'deep-thinking and way-smarter-than-me' friends. It is fascinating to read insights into the life of others. There are a lot of interesting people out there! But I still feel like I'm ignoring a taboo and reading secret diaries.