Emma, Sarah & Simba enjoying the water mister.
Sarah soaking wet. Emma waiting her turn.
Two wet angels posing for the camera.
July 20, 2005
dog days of summer
I feel like such a wuss complaining about 85 degree heat in an earlier post when it is now 106 degrees outside! Our air conditioner is struggling, but hanging in there-thank heavens! When we're not at a waterpark or the movies here's how we keep cool at home.
July 19, 2005
my life: a Seinfeld episode
Last week Gene and I went to Golden Corral (an all-you-can-eat buffet) for dinner because they were advertising baby back ribs. Gene enjoyed the shrimp. It was the fast and furious pace at which he ate the shrimp that reminded me of a Seinfeld episode, titled "The Comeback".
So I said to him:
"Hey, Gene, the ocean called and they're running outta shrimp."
to which he said:
"Oh yea, well, the jerk store called and they're running outta you."
(We laughed)
Then I said:
"What's the difference? You're their all-time best seller!"
(More laughter)
A couple days later we were all over at my bro-in-law's house discussing Terry Schiavo and comas and pulling the plug. I said "Well, as far as I'm concerned, about my own life, Elaine from Seinfeld had the right idea. She said 'Yank it like you're starting a mower.' "
In that same episode of Seinfeld, Kramer was exploring the options of a Living Will after seeing a movie where a person fell into a coma. He picks Elaine to be the executor of his Will. Elaine's reaction is my favorite part.
KRAMER: "Yeah, because you're perfect. You're a calculating, cold-hearted businesswoman. And when there's dirty work to be done, you don't mind stomping on a few throats."
ELAINE: (smiling, flattered) "Oh, ho, c'mon."
So I said to him:
"Hey, Gene, the ocean called and they're running outta shrimp."
to which he said:
"Oh yea, well, the jerk store called and they're running outta you."
(We laughed)
Then I said:
"What's the difference? You're their all-time best seller!"
(More laughter)
A couple days later we were all over at my bro-in-law's house discussing Terry Schiavo and comas and pulling the plug. I said "Well, as far as I'm concerned, about my own life, Elaine from Seinfeld had the right idea. She said 'Yank it like you're starting a mower.' "
In that same episode of Seinfeld, Kramer was exploring the options of a Living Will after seeing a movie where a person fell into a coma. He picks Elaine to be the executor of his Will. Elaine's reaction is my favorite part.
KRAMER: "Yeah, because you're perfect. You're a calculating, cold-hearted businesswoman. And when there's dirty work to be done, you don't mind stomping on a few throats."
ELAINE: (smiling, flattered) "Oh, ho, c'mon."
The rest of the episode has George saying to Reilly (as a comeback to the best-seller line) "Well I slept with your wife." His boss leans over to George and says "His wife's in a coma."
It's a very funny episode. As is my life at times. Some day I'll have to tell you about the legendary Gene encounter at the Ceasars Palace buffet.
July 7, 2005
a picture is worth a thousand words
Finally! Here's some pictures of our summer (so far). Like I said in my last post we've been on vacation. Every summer we go somewhere with Gene's side of the family; this year it was Capitol Reef. It was beautiful weather in the mornings (so we got all our hiking done early) and stormy in the evenings. Desert storms are amazing! We had a ton of fun hiking the Grand Wash and the Pioneer Register and Little Wild Horse Canyon. In the afternoons we'd all come back to the hotel and swim in the pool, until it started to rain with lightening.
Sarah is having a blast playing with her cousin Lydia. Sarah is only 5 weeks older than Lydia so they share the same interests: princess' and domestic role-play. They are best friends and play together wonderfully. Emma tries to keep up and mimics everything they do.
In between all the vacations and trips to the water park, I've put up 3 batches of cherries and planted our veggie garden and a flower garden. It has been a busy and fun summer. Enjoy the pictures!
Cousin Lydia (left) and Sarah playingat Grandma & Grandpa's.
Sarah, Emma & Lydia playing in our play room.
Another alternative to speed limit signs: Fake cop! 
Some of Gene's family at the Pioneer Register trail head.
Cousin Steven, Cousin Hannah and Sarah playing
July 1, 2005
out numbered 400,000 to 1
My daughter, Emma, who is only 16 months old, talks in her sleep. How do I know this? She still sleeps with us. Did I say us? I mean me. That is to say that at some point in the night Gene is on some other bed in the house, so that he doesn't wake up his wife and baby. In truth, it's so that HE will get a good night sleep. But that's all another issue.
It came to my attention, while Emma was babbling on in her sleep (and I'm sure SHE knew what she was saying) that I had heard one time a statistic that women speak, like, 400,000 words in a day. Men speak about 1 word a day. Usually it's "Dinner?" Okay, my numbers might be off by a few, but still, I thought: "Poor Gene. Here he is...the only guy in a family with 3 girls. There's going to be a lot of chatter for the next 18 years." And then I thought: "It would do him wise to learn how to better listen." Not that he doesn't try, and not that he doesn't do a good job at times. But, really, what man doesn't have room for improvement in that area?
At the same time, I'm sure, it would do us girls wise to learn how to scale back the wordy-wordage in our conversations. To pick our words carefully and to speak only when truly conveying something important. This is going to be challenging genetically. You see, down the K-nibbens line of my family, for centuries, the women have talked simply to hear themselves talk. No offense mom (it's not YOUR fault -it's genetic). We talk to ourselves in the bathroom mirror. We bore others with the "excruciating minutia" (-Elaine Benes, Seinfeld) of our daily lives. Like this article, for example, I really have no point other than to say "Poor, poor Gene."
Despite the lack of sleep I got last night, I feel my brain is not the mush it has been for the last couple weeks. We've been vacationing and camping and home-canning, and I wanted to share pictures, but that will have to wait. I felt somewhat intelligent this morning when I woke up, and I just wanted to hear myself talk. About the vacation? That will come next time (hopefully with some pictures), and I will try to scale back my words to only 200,000.
It came to my attention, while Emma was babbling on in her sleep (and I'm sure SHE knew what she was saying) that I had heard one time a statistic that women speak, like, 400,000 words in a day. Men speak about 1 word a day. Usually it's "Dinner?" Okay, my numbers might be off by a few, but still, I thought: "Poor Gene. Here he is...the only guy in a family with 3 girls. There's going to be a lot of chatter for the next 18 years." And then I thought: "It would do him wise to learn how to better listen." Not that he doesn't try, and not that he doesn't do a good job at times. But, really, what man doesn't have room for improvement in that area?
At the same time, I'm sure, it would do us girls wise to learn how to scale back the wordy-wordage in our conversations. To pick our words carefully and to speak only when truly conveying something important. This is going to be challenging genetically. You see, down the K-nibbens line of my family, for centuries, the women have talked simply to hear themselves talk. No offense mom (it's not YOUR fault -it's genetic). We talk to ourselves in the bathroom mirror. We bore others with the "excruciating minutia" (-Elaine Benes, Seinfeld) of our daily lives. Like this article, for example, I really have no point other than to say "Poor, poor Gene."
Despite the lack of sleep I got last night, I feel my brain is not the mush it has been for the last couple weeks. We've been vacationing and camping and home-canning, and I wanted to share pictures, but that will have to wait. I felt somewhat intelligent this morning when I woke up, and I just wanted to hear myself talk. About the vacation? That will come next time (hopefully with some pictures), and I will try to scale back my words to only 200,000.
June 15, 2005
soak up the sun
I don’t have digital
I don’t have diddly squat
It’s not having what you want
It’s wanting what you’ve got
Today's soundtrack is Soak up the Sun by Sheryl Crow.
Long ago my friend Jamie wrote about her life having soundtracks. She'd make the mix tapes with songs that told the stories; a certain summer, a certain romance, etc. I had never thought of it in that way before, but I sure liked it and I started to wonder what my life soundtrack would be. Lately my life seems like it's two steps forward and one step back; with losing weight, home remodeling and getting out of debt. What would that be? A tango? I'm grateful that it's not one step forward and two steps back! There's a lot I don't have, but I love what I do have.
I love my backyard. It's big enough for everything to have it's place, but not too big. I love the trees. Dozens of trees that provide ample shade for my girls while they're playing and to hypnotize me for hours. I love the ground under our apple and cherry trees; all bumpy and organic. I love the wildlife that my backyard attracks. We get robins, finches, hummingbirds & butterflies (of course) also doves, quail (a whole family), ducks and squirrels. Sometimes I look out my sliding-glass door and fully expect to see a deer prancing through the trees. But it's only Simba. Speaking of which, I'm happy to say that he finally got neutered last weekend.
I'm gonna soak up the sun
gonna tell everyone to lighten up
gonna tell 'em that I've got no one to blame
every time I feel lame I'm looking up
gonna soak up the sun
I love yard work and spring cleaning! Oh joy, rapture! They are satisfying on so many levels. Not only does every thing get clean, and organized, but, more than likely, repainted and decorated; so every thing is pretty AND I get to check it off my "to do" list. Few things are better than getting your fingers dirty planting a garden; smelling the dirt, feeling the sun on your back and listening to the sprinkler (or rain) water your work.
What's your soundtrack today?
I got my 45 on
so I can rock on
I don’t have diddly squat
It’s not having what you want
It’s wanting what you’ve got
Today's soundtrack is Soak up the Sun by Sheryl Crow.
Long ago my friend Jamie wrote about her life having soundtracks. She'd make the mix tapes with songs that told the stories; a certain summer, a certain romance, etc. I had never thought of it in that way before, but I sure liked it and I started to wonder what my life soundtrack would be. Lately my life seems like it's two steps forward and one step back; with losing weight, home remodeling and getting out of debt. What would that be? A tango? I'm grateful that it's not one step forward and two steps back! There's a lot I don't have, but I love what I do have.
I love my backyard. It's big enough for everything to have it's place, but not too big. I love the trees. Dozens of trees that provide ample shade for my girls while they're playing and to hypnotize me for hours. I love the ground under our apple and cherry trees; all bumpy and organic. I love the wildlife that my backyard attracks. We get robins, finches, hummingbirds & butterflies (of course) also doves, quail (a whole family), ducks and squirrels. Sometimes I look out my sliding-glass door and fully expect to see a deer prancing through the trees. But it's only Simba. Speaking of which, I'm happy to say that he finally got neutered last weekend.
I'm gonna soak up the sun
gonna tell everyone to lighten up
gonna tell 'em that I've got no one to blame
every time I feel lame I'm looking up
gonna soak up the sun
I love yard work and spring cleaning! Oh joy, rapture! They are satisfying on so many levels. Not only does every thing get clean, and organized, but, more than likely, repainted and decorated; so every thing is pretty AND I get to check it off my "to do" list. Few things are better than getting your fingers dirty planting a garden; smelling the dirt, feeling the sun on your back and listening to the sprinkler (or rain) water your work.
What's your soundtrack today?
I got my 45 on
so I can rock on
May 30, 2005
muffins and memories
Top of the muffin TO YOU! -Elaine Bennes (Seinfeld, The Muffin Tops episode)
Elaine: "I'm sorry, I don't like the stumps."
Mr. Lippman: "So you just eat the tops?"
Elaine: "Oh yeah. It's the best part. It's crunchy, it's explosive, it's where the muffin breaks free of the pan and sort of does it's own thing."
I love Costco chocolate muffins-yummy!
Today is Memorial day and it is raining and, despite the rain, Gene is outside planting a dozen lilac bushes along the fence, courtesy of Lorraine. I hope the weather clears a little this afternoon so we can get more planting done. However, while it's raining I thought I would reminisce about my loved ones who have passed on. Before I do, I just want to thank all the military men and women who have fought and are fighting to make this world a better place. Thank you.
My dad passed away when I was 13. He made a lot of mistakes in his life, some that left wounds and scars that run deep, but I want to focus on my personal memories of him in better times. These are some of my memories. My dad had a moustache. I don't remember him without a moustache. When I was a little girl and he would give me a kiss hello, or good night, I would kiss him on the top of his moustache (I think because lower, on the lips, tickled). I remember one morning waking up early to watch Sesame Street and finding my dad already watching it. We sat there together, just the two of us, watching children's shows. That was fun.
My brother passed away at the same time as my dad. He was only 23. I remember him playing the piano beautifully-I could listen to him all day. I remember him making art out of broken glass. I also remember him teasing me, at the tender age of 6, telling me that every time the heat came out of the floor vents that it was the devil trying to escape -scared the crap out of me.
I never knew either of my grandpa's. My paternal grandma, Mabel, was so much fun! She also played the piano wonderfully and with much soul. I wish I had a recording of the specific music she would play every time we went over there. She always had on hand, colored mini-marshmallows that were so hard and stale they would turn to dust with the first bite. She would make ice cream sodas with starlight mint ice cream and 7-up or Sprite. She would play hide the thimble with us grandchildren and entertain us with her buckets of popsicle sticks with which we would build cabins. She always had a 6 foot pile of newspaper in the corner of her bedroom. And, when I was 12, and had just learned for myself how to play "uncle" I enlisted her in a game, and of course, even at 89 years of age, she wooped my butt -seriously. She was from strong Idaho farm stock.
My maternal grandma, Annie, was fun as well, and a little like a 2nd mom. She always had Pringles and Sugar Crisps cereal. The stairs in her house were multi colored and we would pretend the blue ones were water and the tan ones were quicksand. She had a big, dark closet downstairs that the older grandkids would tease the younger kids by locking them in it (for all of 10 seconds). Grandma would make Swedish dopa for breakfast after sleep-overs. She would fall asleep while watching M*A*S*H. She crocheted beautiful pieces, and wanted to teach me but, alas, I never had the patience. She had a little poodle dog named "Foo-Foo". She would read me stories and paint my fingernails. She always called me her little princess.
I'm grateful for these people and the memories I have of them. The sky is a little clearer now. Time to get to work in the garden.
Elaine: "I'm sorry, I don't like the stumps."
Mr. Lippman: "So you just eat the tops?"
Elaine: "Oh yeah. It's the best part. It's crunchy, it's explosive, it's where the muffin breaks free of the pan and sort of does it's own thing."
I love Costco chocolate muffins-yummy!
Today is Memorial day and it is raining and, despite the rain, Gene is outside planting a dozen lilac bushes along the fence, courtesy of Lorraine. I hope the weather clears a little this afternoon so we can get more planting done. However, while it's raining I thought I would reminisce about my loved ones who have passed on. Before I do, I just want to thank all the military men and women who have fought and are fighting to make this world a better place. Thank you.
My dad passed away when I was 13. He made a lot of mistakes in his life, some that left wounds and scars that run deep, but I want to focus on my personal memories of him in better times. These are some of my memories. My dad had a moustache. I don't remember him without a moustache. When I was a little girl and he would give me a kiss hello, or good night, I would kiss him on the top of his moustache (I think because lower, on the lips, tickled). I remember one morning waking up early to watch Sesame Street and finding my dad already watching it. We sat there together, just the two of us, watching children's shows. That was fun.
My brother passed away at the same time as my dad. He was only 23. I remember him playing the piano beautifully-I could listen to him all day. I remember him making art out of broken glass. I also remember him teasing me, at the tender age of 6, telling me that every time the heat came out of the floor vents that it was the devil trying to escape -scared the crap out of me.
I never knew either of my grandpa's. My paternal grandma, Mabel, was so much fun! She also played the piano wonderfully and with much soul. I wish I had a recording of the specific music she would play every time we went over there. She always had on hand, colored mini-marshmallows that were so hard and stale they would turn to dust with the first bite. She would make ice cream sodas with starlight mint ice cream and 7-up or Sprite. She would play hide the thimble with us grandchildren and entertain us with her buckets of popsicle sticks with which we would build cabins. She always had a 6 foot pile of newspaper in the corner of her bedroom. And, when I was 12, and had just learned for myself how to play "uncle" I enlisted her in a game, and of course, even at 89 years of age, she wooped my butt -seriously. She was from strong Idaho farm stock.
My maternal grandma, Annie, was fun as well, and a little like a 2nd mom. She always had Pringles and Sugar Crisps cereal. The stairs in her house were multi colored and we would pretend the blue ones were water and the tan ones were quicksand. She had a big, dark closet downstairs that the older grandkids would tease the younger kids by locking them in it (for all of 10 seconds). Grandma would make Swedish dopa for breakfast after sleep-overs. She would fall asleep while watching M*A*S*H. She crocheted beautiful pieces, and wanted to teach me but, alas, I never had the patience. She had a little poodle dog named "Foo-Foo". She would read me stories and paint my fingernails. She always called me her little princess.
I'm grateful for these people and the memories I have of them. The sky is a little clearer now. Time to get to work in the garden.
May 28, 2005
star wars and a 4am wake up call
Last night Gene and I doubled with Jeff & Felicia for date night and we finally saw Star Wars: Episode 3, Return of the Sith. I was surprised at how much I liked it, and even though we all know how it turns out, (unless you've been on Mars, in a cave, with your fingers in your ears) I got so upset when Anakin turned to the dark side. I got choked up when OB1 said "You were the chosen one...you were my brother."
There are a lot of great one-liners (especially from Yoda) in this movie, but the one I liked was "Fear of losing what we love is the first step toward the dark side." Isn't that so true in "real" life? Fear is such a paralyzing feeling, and Satan is perfectly happy seeing us just stationary. Paralyzed. Too fearful to do anything, let alone any good. Dr. Laura says "All that evil needs to succeed is for good people to stand by and do nothing."
The end of the movie totally reminded me of the story in the Book of Mormon where Korihor goes about deceiving people and turning them from Christ and he asks Alma to show him a sign, to prove that there's a God, and Alma strikes Korihor dumb (as the sign). Then Korihor has to go from house to house begging for food and gets run over, and verse 60 (Alma chapter 30) is the clincher: "And thus we see the end of him who perverteth the ways of the Lord; and thus we see that the devil will NOT support his children at the last day, but doth SPEEDILY DRAG THEM DOWN to hell." The Chancellor did not support Anakin in the end, but wanted him miserable like himself.
Forgive me for drawing spiritual comparisons with Star Wars, I am so NOT a Star Wars junkie, and I know others out there see their own spiritual resemblance; I just had to pontificate.
This week Sarah "graduated" from Joy School. It was a cute ceremony with all the kids wearing little black graduation hats, and holding certificates. Actually, it was more like a comedy of errors trying to get all six kids sit still at the same time for a picture. Sarah will miss the time together with her friends, but we'll of course still have play dates. Truth be told, I'm glad to be done with Joy School. My turn was every six weeks and it seemed like every six weeks we caught somebody's cold.
I really don't like summer. I'm more of a Fall/Winter/Spring kind of girl. Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy some aspects of summer: campouts, BBQ's and who doesn't like a good suntan (the healthy glow kind, not the faux leather look). It's just the heat and the bugs and the weeds (and the hey hey, it hurts me) make it my least favorite season.
It's just that at this time of year, every year, I wake up at 4:00 in the morning, wide-eyed, and I lay there pleading with my body to go back to sleep, like I did last night. I've heard that when that happens, you should just get up and do something. Honestly, how reasonable is it to do yard work at 4 am? Sometimes I fall asleep around 6, but then I'm overly-tired and groggy the rest of the day.
Today I hope to plant a garden....mmm....after my nap.
There are a lot of great one-liners (especially from Yoda) in this movie, but the one I liked was "Fear of losing what we love is the first step toward the dark side." Isn't that so true in "real" life? Fear is such a paralyzing feeling, and Satan is perfectly happy seeing us just stationary. Paralyzed. Too fearful to do anything, let alone any good. Dr. Laura says "All that evil needs to succeed is for good people to stand by and do nothing."
The end of the movie totally reminded me of the story in the Book of Mormon where Korihor goes about deceiving people and turning them from Christ and he asks Alma to show him a sign, to prove that there's a God, and Alma strikes Korihor dumb (as the sign). Then Korihor has to go from house to house begging for food and gets run over, and verse 60 (Alma chapter 30) is the clincher: "And thus we see the end of him who perverteth the ways of the Lord; and thus we see that the devil will NOT support his children at the last day, but doth SPEEDILY DRAG THEM DOWN to hell." The Chancellor did not support Anakin in the end, but wanted him miserable like himself.
Forgive me for drawing spiritual comparisons with Star Wars, I am so NOT a Star Wars junkie, and I know others out there see their own spiritual resemblance; I just had to pontificate.
This week Sarah "graduated" from Joy School. It was a cute ceremony with all the kids wearing little black graduation hats, and holding certificates. Actually, it was more like a comedy of errors trying to get all six kids sit still at the same time for a picture. Sarah will miss the time together with her friends, but we'll of course still have play dates. Truth be told, I'm glad to be done with Joy School. My turn was every six weeks and it seemed like every six weeks we caught somebody's cold.
I really don't like summer. I'm more of a Fall/Winter/Spring kind of girl. Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy some aspects of summer: campouts, BBQ's and who doesn't like a good suntan (the healthy glow kind, not the faux leather look). It's just the heat and the bugs and the weeds (and the hey hey, it hurts me) make it my least favorite season.
It's just that at this time of year, every year, I wake up at 4:00 in the morning, wide-eyed, and I lay there pleading with my body to go back to sleep, like I did last night. I've heard that when that happens, you should just get up and do something. Honestly, how reasonable is it to do yard work at 4 am? Sometimes I fall asleep around 6, but then I'm overly-tired and groggy the rest of the day.
Today I hope to plant a garden....mmm....after my nap.
May 23, 2005
who needs a house dog?
"SARAH! Leave your sister alone. Why is she crying?"
"I just pinched her cheeks."
"Oh, well, thank you for telling me the truth, but that's not okay."
"But they're just so squishable. Am I in trouble?"
"No, just don't do that again."
"I'll try, but Mom, sometimes I just can't help myself."
I'm feeding my daughter, Emma, peaches and cereal (the real stuff, not baby food). The highchair is still in the car from taking it to Jeff & Felicia's yesterday, so I'm feeding her on my lap or sometimes standing at my side. Our house isn't the cleanest, but it's not a health-hazard either. (Some of you may have a different opinion -keep it to yourself.) Emma bends down to pick up a peach that fell on the floor, and as I'm saying "Icky, icky" she puts it in her mouth. I think to myself "I don't see any hair stuck to it, she didn't mop the floor with it first, so whatever." Sarah comes into the kitchen wearing an awfully tight pair of shorts.
"Mom, my shorts have a bow on the front of them."
"Are you sure those are yours?"
"Yes, they're pink."
"I just pinched her cheeks."
"Oh, well, thank you for telling me the truth, but that's not okay."
"But they're just so squishable. Am I in trouble?"
"No, just don't do that again."
"I'll try, but Mom, sometimes I just can't help myself."
I'm feeding my daughter, Emma, peaches and cereal (the real stuff, not baby food). The highchair is still in the car from taking it to Jeff & Felicia's yesterday, so I'm feeding her on my lap or sometimes standing at my side. Our house isn't the cleanest, but it's not a health-hazard either. (Some of you may have a different opinion -keep it to yourself.) Emma bends down to pick up a peach that fell on the floor, and as I'm saying "Icky, icky" she puts it in her mouth. I think to myself "I don't see any hair stuck to it, she didn't mop the floor with it first, so whatever." Sarah comes into the kitchen wearing an awfully tight pair of shorts.
"Mom, my shorts have a bow on the front of them."
"Are you sure those are yours?"
"Yes, they're pink."
May 20, 2005
Welcome.
Welcome to our blog. I feel like the last kid to be picked for a team with this blogging craze-it's all new to me. Those of you who are most likely to take the time to read this already know our family and the main players, but just for the heck-of-it I'll give a brief introduction.
Gene (a.k.a. Daddy) is 30 something, the youngest of seven of a very tight-knit family and is also a returned LDS missionary from Pusan Korea. He is a professional student of many colleges and universities, and a very hard worker in sales. He married me (Carla, a.k.a. Mommy) in '95 and we have a home, 2 kids, and a dog-that is out of control. He loves his kids more than life itself. He also loves Korean food, biking, camping and BYU football. Oh yea, and me.
I, Carla, am also 30 something, the second-youngest of 5 of an equaly tight-knit family. I am also a returned LDS missionary from Raleigh North Carolina (which explains my occasional use of southern terms like y'all). I am an eternal Junior (Art major), who took that "break" that turned permanent to have kids. I love my kids, but want my life back to the point that I can have some time to enjoy my other loves: organizing, decorating, art, reading a book without interruption. Oh yea, and my husband. No, really, they all are the best things that ever happened to me.
Sarah, 5, loves everything princess. She is starting to read and is very sweet to her little sister Emma, 15 months. Emma prefers to stick her perfectly sized fingers up her perfectly shaped nostrils and scratch her eczema. (Not necessarily in that order.) She also loves doggies and babies.
Maybe I'm corney, but I like the play on our name. I'd like to believe that I'm the Queen Bee and that everything revolves around me, just like Gene would like to believe that he's a Drone bee and that his sole duty is to mate with the queen. In reality, we're both more like the worker bees: getting the food, feeding the young, repairing the hive, etc. The only thing I actually have in common with the queen bee is that she's bigger than the rest of them. However, with all this walking I have lost weight. I hope to keep it up (the walking that is).
Maybe I only crack myself up but the other thing I get a kick out of is my Seinfeld-isms. Get it? A site about nothing?! I see aspects of myself and my life in the Seinfeld episodes. Ask anybody who knows me well, I'm always relating. I relate to Jerry in that he's been referred to as "Even-Steven" and I feel so down-the-middle average in my life, a happy medium. Also he's clean and neat (although that's more of my former, pre-kids life). I relate to Elaine in that she's always angry about something. Whether it's politics, the media or Frued-like issues I am there, sister! And I relate to George in that I've always wanted to pretend that I was an architect. Kramer...I'm not so sure about. What do y'all think? Do you agree/disagree? Who do you think I'm most like in the show and why?
There's nothing really brewing in the 'bee hive today. Gene's been working over time all week, so I've felt very much like a single parent. It makes me appreciate him all the more. Thanks honey for your hard work. I love you. We have yet to turn on the air conditioner and it's 85 outside. I hate the heat. I miss you, Gene!
I'm not an English major like my friends Laureen and Jamie, and I know I won't be able to blog every single day, but I will try at least once a week. With that said, visit here often and make your self at home.
Carla
Gene (a.k.a. Daddy) is 30 something, the youngest of seven of a very tight-knit family and is also a returned LDS missionary from Pusan Korea. He is a professional student of many colleges and universities, and a very hard worker in sales. He married me (Carla, a.k.a. Mommy) in '95 and we have a home, 2 kids, and a dog-that is out of control. He loves his kids more than life itself. He also loves Korean food, biking, camping and BYU football. Oh yea, and me.
I, Carla, am also 30 something, the second-youngest of 5 of an equaly tight-knit family. I am also a returned LDS missionary from Raleigh North Carolina (which explains my occasional use of southern terms like y'all). I am an eternal Junior (Art major), who took that "break" that turned permanent to have kids. I love my kids, but want my life back to the point that I can have some time to enjoy my other loves: organizing, decorating, art, reading a book without interruption. Oh yea, and my husband. No, really, they all are the best things that ever happened to me.
Sarah, 5, loves everything princess. She is starting to read and is very sweet to her little sister Emma, 15 months. Emma prefers to stick her perfectly sized fingers up her perfectly shaped nostrils and scratch her eczema. (Not necessarily in that order.) She also loves doggies and babies.
Maybe I'm corney, but I like the play on our name. I'd like to believe that I'm the Queen Bee and that everything revolves around me, just like Gene would like to believe that he's a Drone bee and that his sole duty is to mate with the queen. In reality, we're both more like the worker bees: getting the food, feeding the young, repairing the hive, etc. The only thing I actually have in common with the queen bee is that she's bigger than the rest of them. However, with all this walking I have lost weight. I hope to keep it up (the walking that is).
Maybe I only crack myself up but the other thing I get a kick out of is my Seinfeld-isms. Get it? A site about nothing?! I see aspects of myself and my life in the Seinfeld episodes. Ask anybody who knows me well, I'm always relating. I relate to Jerry in that he's been referred to as "Even-Steven" and I feel so down-the-middle average in my life, a happy medium. Also he's clean and neat (although that's more of my former, pre-kids life). I relate to Elaine in that she's always angry about something. Whether it's politics, the media or Frued-like issues I am there, sister! And I relate to George in that I've always wanted to pretend that I was an architect. Kramer...I'm not so sure about. What do y'all think? Do you agree/disagree? Who do you think I'm most like in the show and why?
There's nothing really brewing in the 'bee hive today. Gene's been working over time all week, so I've felt very much like a single parent. It makes me appreciate him all the more. Thanks honey for your hard work. I love you. We have yet to turn on the air conditioner and it's 85 outside. I hate the heat. I miss you, Gene!
I'm not an English major like my friends Laureen and Jamie, and I know I won't be able to blog every single day, but I will try at least once a week. With that said, visit here often and make your self at home.
Carla
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