Thanks and Pics

Thanks for all your nice messages and emails. If I was fishing, which I wasn’t, I surely scored many fish.

I tried to post pictures via my new magical email method last night and they didn’t go through, so I posted them the old way in a few posts (below).

Today Seaworld came to my work (we sell a LOT of Sea World tickets) and they did a short presentation with a kookabura, a porcupine, a great horned owl, a baby kangaroo, a hawk, a lemur, a reindeer and a camel. I didn’t plan on doing it, but my coworkers said, “hey, the boss is out, go get your kids and let them see it, it was great last year!) So I surprised all my kids and picked them all up and we saw the animals and I just went home after that, with only the permission of all my co-workers, no real permission. It was over at 3, and I couldn’t see dropping them all back at care to arrive back at work at 4 or 4:30.

It was fun but bittersweet, because we all had such a nice weekend together and I could tell the kids were really bothered about the whole work thing–and so was I. It’s not an optional thing, but I’m missing them more and more. Every day Noah says, “Mom, I don’t want to go to school or Lincoln’s, I want you.” And I think about how it won’t be long before this sweet little four year old won’t feel that way anymore–it is such a short time, and I’m missing so much of it. I’m just really sad about it today. Sadness I guess in the air the past few days.

But again, thanks for your sweet words.

And for those of you who are asking me, “It looks like Obama will win? Are you happy?” I say no, although I will feel relieved. If McCain won, I would be wonderfully off the hook for all the negative future events which will surely be blamed on the next president, whether within the realm of his influence or not. With my being outspoken for Obama, it’s like a personal liability for every dumb thing he will do, and every dumb thing that happens, whether he did it or it would have happened either way.

Yes, I think we’ll be better off, but since we can never know what “would have been,” and since we seem to be headed for even more difficult times, I think it will be the easy road for folks to take to comfort ourselves with how great it would have been if we’d only chosen otherwise.

And then there’s the fact that he’s a politician, and for all the things I like about him, he’s still that. So it’s a matter of seeing how he will disappoint, while believing he’ll disappoint less than the alternative.

To quote Jon Stewart, “Oh Obama–how will you break our hearts?”

I’ve already voted, and I’m in Utah, so that’s all kind of anticlimactic.

Oh, and Gina, on the gay marriage thing, I read an interesting article about that last week:

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/01/us/politics/01marriage.html?_r=2&hp=&adxnnl=1&oref=slogin&adxnnlx=1225511260-d/kZUCg84l1R8pwJ7/1QTw&oref=slogin

Personally, they both are against it, Obama for religious reasons, McCain in the name of tradition, and it sounds like both of them are mired in federalism, state issues, and policy technicalities on why they will or won’t support various laws surrounding it. But when it comes to respect for the family, I think Obama has shown much clearer support of it personally with one wife whom he shows respect. McCain has shown very little concern for family matters in his treatment of his ex-wife and shockingly misogynist statements toward women in general.

But blah blah blah. It’s all over tomorrow. Thank heaven for that.

Thanks and Pics

Thanks for all your nice messages and emails. If I was fishing, which I wasn’t, I surely scored many fish.

I tried to post pictures via my new magical email method last night and they didn’t go through, so I posted them the old way in a few posts (below).

Today Seaworld came to my work (we sell a LOT of Sea World tickets) and they did a short presentation with a kookabura, a porcupine, a great horned owl, a baby kangaroo, a hawk, a lemur, a reindeer and a camel. I didn’t plan on doing it, but my coworkers said, “hey, the boss is out, go get your kids and let them see it, it was great last year!) So I surprised all my kids and picked them all up and we saw the animals and I just went home after that, with only the permission of all my co-workers, no real permission. It was over at 3, and I couldn’t see dropping them all back at care to arrive back at work at 4 or 4:30.

It was fun but bittersweet, because we all had such a nice weekend together and I could tell the kids were really bothered about the whole work thing–and so was I. It’s not an optional thing, but I’m missing them more and more. Every day Noah says, “Mom, I don’t want to go to school or Lincoln’s, I want you.” And I think about how it won’t be long before this sweet little four year old won’t feel that way anymore–it is such a short time, and I’m missing so much of it. I’m just really sad about it today. Sadness I guess in the air the past few days.

But again, thanks for your sweet words.

And for those of you who are asking me, “It looks like Obama will win? Are you happy?” I say no, although I will feel relieved. If McCain won, I would be wonderfully off the hook for all the negative future events which will surely be blamed on the next president, whether within the realm of his influence or not. With my being outspoken for Obama, it’s like a personal liability for every dumb thing he will do, and every dumb thing that happens, whether he did it or it would have happened either way.

Yes, I think we’ll be better off, but since we can never know what “would have been,” and since we seem to be headed for even more difficult times, I think it will be the easy road for folks to take to comfort ourselves with how great it would have been if we’d only chosen otherwise.

And then there’s the fact that he’s a politician, and for all the things I like about him, he’s still that. So it’s a matter of seeing how he will disappoint, while believing he’ll disappoint less than the alternative.

To quote Jon Stewart, “Oh Obama–how will you break our hearts?”

I’ve already voted, and I’m in Utah, so that’s all kind of anticlimactic.

Oh, and Gina, on the gay marriage thing, I read an interesting article about that last week:

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/01/us/politics/01marriage.html?_r=2&hp=&adxnnl=1&oref=slogin&adxnnlx=1225511260-d/kZUCg84l1R8pwJ7/1QTw&oref=slogin

Personally, they both are against it, Obama for religious reasons, McCain in the name of tradition, and it sounds like both of them are mired in federalism, state issues, and policy technicalities on why they will or won’t support various laws surrounding it. But when it comes to respect for the family, I think Obama has shown much clearer support of it personally with one wife whom he shows respect. McCain has shown very little concern for family matters in his treatment of his ex-wife and shockingly misogynist statements toward women in general.

But blah blah blah. It’s all over tomorrow. Thank heaven for that.

Last Harvest Pictures (See post from many weeks ago)

This was a beautiful day. We literally had 3 HUGE wheelbarrows of squash. Everyone helped all day that day—Sophie and Ben helped pick grapes, Ben chopped down corn stalks, and we all carried our 30 pumpkins around in a festive mood. We have so many kinds of squash I don’t even know what some of them are. (Note to self for next year—Valerie, please WRITE DOWN and MARK all your plants like EVERY gardening book tells you to! Why do you ALWAYS think you are the exception to the most basic rules??!)

Last Harvest Pictures (See post from many weeks ago)

This was a beautiful day. We literally had 3 HUGE wheelbarrows of squash. Everyone helped all day that day—Sophie and Ben helped pick grapes, Ben chopped down corn stalks, and we all carried our 30 pumpkins around in a festive mood. We have so many kinds of squash I don’t even know what some of them are. (Note to self for next year—Valerie, please WRITE DOWN and MARK all your plants like EVERY gardening book tells you to! Why do you ALWAYS think you are the exception to the most basic rules??!)

Sophie’s Birthday


September 27th—that’s how far behind I am on pictures. We went to the Kangaroo Zoo—a bouncer-house play place. Ben was there, but somehow I managed to not get a picture of him. I can’t believe my girl is seven! Not because she’s grown up so fast, but because she already acts like she’s 17!!

I’m in for it!

Sophie’s Birthday


September 27th—that’s how far behind I am on pictures. We went to the Kangaroo Zoo—a bouncer-house play place. Ben was there, but somehow I managed to not get a picture of him. I can’t believe my girl is seven! Not because she’s grown up so fast, but because she already acts like she’s 17!!

I’m in for it!

Not rainy days but Sundays always get me down.

Forgive me, Californians, but I had totally forgotten how glorious a real autumn was–we had a picture-perfect Halloween, with leaves of every color imaginable blowing gently in a moody wind under gloomy skies, Ben’s vampire cape fluttering Hollywood-style after him as he ran (literally ran) from house to house. He ran because he was excited about candy. He ran because he loved the way his cape fluttered so perfectly.

Sophie was an adorable witch, Noah a very muscular spider man, and Lucy rejected her Bumblebee costume for one of our many princess dressups (see her 2-year-old pic). David is working in No. CA, so I had no camera. My mom took a few on her phone, which I’ll post if we figure out how to get those to me.

I have never seen so much candy in all my life, and our cousins were shocked to hear that my children had never before been trick-0r-treating! Of course, in post-apocalyptic Southern California where supposedly creepy pedophile murderous psychopaths find joy in poisoning children’s candy, were were relegated to trunk-or-treating. I always thought that was fine, but now I know that –sorry my sweet CA friends–it is a very distant second. Our Halloween was something like Norman-Rockwell perfect. I was sad David had to be gone, but we made do, thank again, as always, to my mom.

But, if my sweet CA friends are feeling slighted, take comfort in how miserable I get every Sunday when I go to church, but you aren’t there. I take my kids to the park (albeit rarely), but you aren’t there either.

Today at church I finally indulged myself fully for a moment in what I swore I would not do–total and utter sobbing self pity. Sure, my farm life is what I always wanted–the children have never been happier–Dave’s career is taking off–I have a perfect job I love that is helping us get a leg up financially (albeit just one leg)–there is hope I’ll be able to transition to more time at home–family is close and helpful–there’s more peace, more hope–the marriage is great–the weather–the holidays–it is all perfect.

So really, all I lost when I left California is 1) all my friends and 2) everything that gave my church activity meaning.

That’s all.

I have always been very annoyed by people who don’t feel included, yet don’t actively work to include themselves. I figure if you don’t like the way it is, you just work to change it. But today I let myself be that annoying person for a minute.

Remember that Valerie who, along with Shauna P and Lori M all realized we felt lonely in the ward and decided to unionize? Remember the MEPAF Valerie? The “come-join-me-today” Valerie? The one that just LOVED everybody–even the people she didn’t like? Ya. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again–she’s dead. She fell out of the Van en route and her mouldering bones lie on the side of the I-15 somewhere south of Filmore.

I’m so sad to discover that the person I thought I was–a person I was really starting to like–wasn’t really who I was at all, but a product of where I was and who I was with. I really mourn that, it’s like a huge step backward from where I thought I was headed as a person.

I go to church and I’m not excited to see anyone, and no one is excited to see me, and I’m not even sad about that–I’m just sad they aren’t other people–how pathetic is that? I go to church and I want to be useful and needed, but there are no needs–and although I know that on an individual level, secret needs lurk and the old Valerie would go and try to dig them up and help fill them, I encounter too many walls and just a whole language I don’t understand that seems so unreal to me, so I just am not even trying anymore.

And my schedule is crazy anyway, which only made it worse–my working apparently is a big, very public mark against me–add in the Obama signs (which honestly was not a statement of rebellion but were placed in attempt to make others like us feel less lonely, like we did when we saw them in other yards)–add in my relation to my cousin, who is both a decades-long pillar and bastion of the ward while having crossed, it seems, almost everyone in the ward at some point (the strong opinion gene runs strong in our family–just not the same opinions, apparently–but love her I do).

And my every-other-week calling of playing primary piano (which I do like) is made to seem like a real calling, and if I have to do two Sundays in a row, I am sincerely apologized to about being made to work so hard. And while I’m thinking, “You’re kidding me, right?” and feeling so superior about knowing what “real” work for The Kingdom feels like, guess who hasn’t bothered to EVER visit teach those I was assigned to SEVEN months ago? Yep. Can you believe it? Never even met them–and couldn’t tell you who they were in a crowd.

This from a person who had her testimony of visiting teaching unmistakenly sent home that weekend last year between the suicide and the funeral–what would have happened that weekend if over all those months prior I hadn’t kept trying, against her will, to keep touch with her and show love to her? There she was, with NO family and no real support and not even able to stand up from grief over her son yet facing funeral and burial plans? By itself that was an edict to never, EVER forget my visiting teaching. What kind of culpability does that kind of experience give me now, when I don’t even try?

Man, I’m a blubbering idiot now.

I’ve never had trouble connecting with people, making conversation and getting to the real stuff quickly. I don’t like talking to people so much if it is not about the real stuff. I feel like I don’t speak the language here or something–I know there is real stuff, everyone has it. Either they don’t want to talk real stuff, or they have enough people to talk real stuff with. Or maybe what they ARE talking about is their real stuff, which means I’m a big jerk and find their real stuff completely inane?

And, if I actually found a new friend, instead of just lamenting the absence of my old ones, where would I put them, anyway? Honestly, I’ve met two nice, down-to-earth people that I consider friends here, but they, like me, are working moms of four and five young kids and although we can share moments of concern in the church hallway, outside of that there is simply no time anyway.

So, I can’t say I lack friends, I just miss all of you so much, and I miss having time for you, I miss talking to Doris every single day, and park day, and talks while we wandered the zoo. I miss how I happy I was on Sundays knowing I was going to be with my friends doing The Work and trying to lift each other’s burdens. Man, I just miss you guys!

And–I really, really miss the person I was when I was with you.

Not rainy days but Sundays always get me down.

Forgive me, Californians, but I had totally forgotten how glorious a real autumn was–we had a picture-perfect Halloween, with leaves of every color imaginable blowing gently in a moody wind under gloomy skies, Ben’s vampire cape fluttering Hollywood-style after him as he ran (literally ran) from house to house. He ran because he was excited about candy. He ran because he loved the way his cape fluttered so perfectly.

Sophie was an adorable witch, Noah a very muscular spider man, and Lucy rejected her Bumblebee costume for one of our many princess dressups (see her 2-year-old pic). David is working in No. CA, so I had no camera. My mom took a few on her phone, which I’ll post if we figure out how to get those to me.

I have never seen so much candy in all my life, and our cousins were shocked to hear that my children had never before been trick-0r-treating! Of course, in post-apocalyptic Southern California where supposedly creepy pedophile murderous psychopaths find joy in poisoning children’s candy, were were relegated to trunk-or-treating. I always thought that was fine, but now I know that –sorry my sweet CA friends–it is a very distant second. Our Halloween was something like Norman-Rockwell perfect. I was sad David had to be gone, but we made do, thank again, as always, to my mom.

But, if my sweet CA friends are feeling slighted, take comfort in how miserable I get every Sunday when I go to church, but you aren’t there. I take my kids to the park (albeit rarely), but you aren’t there either.

Today at church I finally indulged myself fully for a moment in what I swore I would not do–total and utter sobbing self pity. Sure, my farm life is what I always wanted–the children have never been happier–Dave’s career is taking off–I have a perfect job I love that is helping us get a leg up financially (albeit just one leg)–there is hope I’ll be able to transition to more time at home–family is close and helpful–there’s more peace, more hope–the marriage is great–the weather–the holidays–it is all perfect.

So really, all I lost when I left California is 1) all my friends and 2) everything that gave my church activity meaning.

That’s all.

I have always been very annoyed by people who don’t feel included, yet don’t actively work to include themselves. I figure if you don’t like the way it is, you just work to change it. But today I let myself be that annoying person for a minute.

Remember that Valerie who, along with Shauna P and Lori M all realized we felt lonely in the ward and decided to unionize? Remember the MEPAF Valerie? The “come-join-me-today” Valerie? The one that just LOVED everybody–even the people she didn’t like? Ya. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again–she’s dead. She fell out of the Van en route and her mouldering bones lie on the side of the I-15 somewhere south of Filmore.

I’m so sad to discover that the person I thought I was–a person I was really starting to like–wasn’t really who I was at all, but a product of where I was and who I was with. I really mourn that, it’s like a huge step backward from where I thought I was headed as a person.

I go to church and I’m not excited to see anyone, and no one is excited to see me, and I’m not even sad about that–I’m just sad they aren’t other people–how pathetic is that? I go to church and I want to be useful and needed, but there are no needs–and although I know that on an individual level, secret needs lurk and the old Valerie would go and try to dig them up and help fill them, I encounter too many walls and just a whole language I don’t understand that seems so unreal to me, so I just am not even trying anymore.

And my schedule is crazy anyway, which only made it worse–my working apparently is a big, very public mark against me–add in the Obama signs (which honestly was not a statement of rebellion but were placed in attempt to make others like us feel less lonely, like we did when we saw them in other yards)–add in my relation to my cousin, who is both a decades-long pillar and bastion of the ward while having crossed, it seems, almost everyone in the ward at some point (the strong opinion gene runs strong in our family–just not the same opinions, apparently–but love her I do).

And my every-other-week calling of playing primary piano (which I do like) is made to seem like a real calling, and if I have to do two Sundays in a row, I am sincerely apologized to about being made to work so hard. And while I’m thinking, “You’re kidding me, right?” and feeling so superior about knowing what “real” work for The Kingdom feels like, guess who hasn’t bothered to EVER visit teach those I was assigned to SEVEN months ago? Yep. Can you believe it? Never even met them–and couldn’t tell you who they were in a crowd.

This from a person who had her testimony of visiting teaching unmistakenly sent home that weekend last year between the suicide and the funeral–what would have happened that weekend if over all those months prior I hadn’t kept trying, against her will, to keep touch with her and show love to her? There she was, with NO family and no real support and not even able to stand up from grief over her son yet facing funeral and burial plans? By itself that was an edict to never, EVER forget my visiting teaching. What kind of culpability does that kind of experience give me now, when I don’t even try?

Man, I’m a blubbering idiot now.

I’ve never had trouble connecting with people, making conversation and getting to the real stuff quickly. I don’t like talking to people so much if it is not about the real stuff. I feel like I don’t speak the language here or something–I know there is real stuff, everyone has it. Either they don’t want to talk real stuff, or they have enough people to talk real stuff with. Or maybe what they ARE talking about is their real stuff, which means I’m a big jerk and find their real stuff completely inane?

And, if I actually found a new friend, instead of just lamenting the absence of my old ones, where would I put them, anyway? Honestly, I’ve met two nice, down-to-earth people that I consider friends here, but they, like me, are working moms of four and five young kids and although we can share moments of concern in the church hallway, outside of that there is simply no time anyway.

So, I can’t say I lack friends, I just miss all of you so much, and I miss having time for you, I miss talking to Doris every single day, and park day, and talks while we wandered the zoo. I miss how I happy I was on Sundays knowing I was going to be with my friends doing The Work and trying to lift each other’s burdens. Man, I just miss you guys!

And–I really, really miss the person I was when I was with you.