Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Big Y

Years ago when the Things were little we were riding in the car and Thing 2 kept saying, w, w, w, big W.... I finally asked him why and he said " Y, Big Y! "  we found out about the big Y this month. Up on the mountain above us is a big letter Y, for BYU.  People hike up there all the time, whole families go. Some people hike it every day for exercise.  People, but not me. I've never been there.

    We now go to the day before Independence day. Huck had been bugging Papi to find out if they were going to have a Young Men's activity or not.  Someone called Papi about 6:15 to tell him they were going to hike the Y.  He didn't plan on telling the boys because he doesn't like sending them on riskier activities without their own personal escort.   But right before 6:30, Huck walked in the room as Papi was about to go to the church and he had compassion on him and asked him if he wanted to go.  He said he did, and left with him.  Well, Papi wasn't going to be with the YM this time, and about an hour later I got a call from our Bishop.  He couldn't reach Papi, and his connection with me wasn't that great. All I heard was something fell. Then he came through more clearly. Huck fell. On the mountain. They wanted to have the paramedics check him as he hit his head and scraped his back.  In my mind's eye, this was maybe oh he slipped, hit his head slid a few yards on his back, not fun, probably ought to be checked.  Lovely, would I ever manage to get this kid grown before getting himself killed?- I wondered aloud.  I talked to Huck, tried to calm him down so he wouldn't worry.  He was sobbing that he was sorry, that he was scared.  I assured him he'd be all right and not to worry, everyone would take good care of him.  
  Then Papi walked in and I told him what happened . He said he wished he had  followed his instincts and left him home.  Then he said he was going up there and for me to wait at home.  The next time I talked to him, they were on their way to the hospital and he told me Huck had cuts and bruises all over his body. It must  have been quite a tumble! I had to keep waiting as the hospital might want to ask about meds and all. I told the other boys their brother had fallen off the mountain.  Tom asked, "Did he survive?" I assured him he did but would be pretty sore.  They called to get his info while they were stitching him up just so I could hear him cry.  Papi told us to bring up two mattresses to make him a bed in the living room as he wasn't going to be able to go up and down stairs.  Tom was very helpful.  
When they finally got home, with two scout leaders helping to carry him in, I got their eyewitness version of what happened. I am here to tell you if I were an eyewitness, I would have had a heart attack so you wouldn't be able to hear my version. He didn't realize hopping from one rock to another on that steep angle would speed him up so he couldn't stop and would finally lost control and go flying.   He fell roughly 200 feet, all the way from the fork in the Y just about. He bounced on and over huge rocks like a rubber ball flying through the air, and stuck it at the bottom, about a meter from another big drop below there.  His leaders thought he'd be dead or paralyzed when they reached him.  But, although his head and knee had big gashes and he was bleeding, scraped and bruised all over, he was mostly just scared his dad would be mad at him.  So much so, people kind of looked askance at Papi when he got there.  Like maybe he was going to yell or something? What did they think? He'd hit him? After the fact I discovered he was afraid Papi would be mad because the ambulance would cost lots of money. Hopefully he sees the difference now between parents yelling at him to please not waste things that cost money and having money to care for you when you need it.  Ahem! So, Papi was a model parent and took good care of him, imagine that! 
Anyhow, the leaders also gave him a blessing, before I even got the call, and they told me when the paramedics first saw this face, they were worried about his missing ear.  Too bad no one was in the mood to joke around. ..." What?! My ear's gone?! Find it, quick!"   I'm so terrible....Huck now thinks it's so cool they took him down the mountain on an ATV to the ambulance.  He got 13 stitches in his knee and about 8 in his head, I could never see that too good through his black hair.  He literally couldn't walk he was so sore, or lie down flat or roll over.  I couldn't even hug him because everywhere hurt! He had huge scrapes and raw skin on his back and hip and his forehead which was all swollen.  he was a mess.  I figured it would take a few weeks for him to be able to move like normal again. We ended up propping him on pillows on the couch instead and Tom used the mattress to be by him and take care of him all night if he needed it.  Not that I could sleep after his traumatized leaders told me the tale of his near death experience.  Plus, I had to check on him every few hours. Huck told me the whole way down he thought he was going to die.  All night when he dozed off he dreamed he was falling and couldn't stop.  I wondered if it would affect his diving once he was able again: would he be afraid he was falling when he dove now? 
Ok, I didn't take pictures that day or the fourth which was spent taking care of him.  That Saturday I decided to take pictures before there was nothing left to take pictures of.  Every day he was remarkably improved over the previous day.  These pictures really look oodles better than he did the first day.  
No raw skin now, just scrapes.  How did he not break a rib? Or his hip?
 No swelling left, no raw skin, and half the scabs are already gone!
The bad knee is still bandaged here.
Even at the worst, it was hard to see the stitches and bloody head scars, but they look way better here.  At this point, he was walking around with a chair as a crutch.  His team sent him a card, just what I had been thinking....
This whole thing has been so incredible- he still has a slight scar from a scraped up eye from last summer, but there is hardly a bruise or scab on him anywhere at this point, just less than 2 weeks later. Everyone is just amazed.  The only thing that still hurts some is his hip.  He got his stitches out Saturday, 10 days in, and that afternoon we went to the rec center.  He was able to do everything he normally would.  Then he goes to dive.  I in my insanity assumed he will do a simple forward dive. Oh no, he takes off and does a triple somersault. He almost completely made that last rotation... But he smacked his lower back on the water, which didn't feel too hot.  So we decided he can dive, but he's not ready to smack just yet, which happens in diving, so he's giving it another week.  I had hoped he'd learn a bit of healthy fear or at least carefulness from all this, but I wasn't so sure he really had.  Then Sunday, he calls me all excited to watch a video. ....He wants to go skydiving this summer! Right... Over my dead body, not his!  Just one question... Did any of these people survive?  You notice they never show them actually landing.....I am amazed and confused at this personality type.  And scared spitless to be the mom of one of them. (Give me strength!) So, I've decided to look on the bright side.  We are enjoying a miraculous recovery from a miraculous near miss.  I'm so glad today I'm not grieving a tragedy.  

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

My Beauty Campaign Rocks!

My friend Dinorah who got me to do Dressing Your Truth, said I should be a poster child for them. Then Shazam! The next thing I knew, I found out I was going to be one! Her wish was the Universe's command. All I did was answer a survey, and suddenly, I got an invitation to be a part of this campaign. They have partnered up with My Beauty Campaign, which is a mission that a group of photographers have set up to help every woman be able to say she is beautiful, and mean it.
 The founder, Mandi Nuttal was my photographer. She is really sweet and professional.  I told her I always felt like a stick figure in photographs so she agreed to help me learn to pose.  It turns out that it's simple. If you stand there trying to look natural, you don't.  If you stand like a contortionist, in the most unnatural stance possible, with your shoulder bend one way, your leg thata way, your hip at yet another angle, and your head just so, which doesn't align with any of your other body parts,  you will look natural!  I know: it's paradoxical, but it's true. Plus, you feel so silly it makes you smile quite naturally! Whoda thunk! Mandi is also really good at putting you at ease. That could help too, as well as all that camera magic stuff she does.  
  So, I finally went and visited the DYT people for this photo shoot and they aren't little people on my computer screen, they are real life people who are bigger than me! (Sure that one shocks you all). And nicely enough, they are kind, gracious, helpful and overall fun to hang out with in real life too. Emily helped style my hair which my lovely daughter Erika cut so well, and also did my makeup really sweet. Sara helped pick outfits for me and found awesome jewelry for me to wear. I don't think I ever got to play dress up with friends as a kid, (mostly because I was playing with boys,) but now I got my chance to do that. Fun! Their store is fun to shop in too guys, even the cashier is a real buddy.  I controlled myself and didn't waste all my money. So now I want to go back and waste all my money.   Ha! 
So the other half of this is once I got selected, I had to go through a series of exercises to help me see my inner and outer beauty. It was kind of a journey of where I've come from to where I'm at now, and where I'm going. It is such a sweet program, I would love to give this experience to so many amazing and beautiful women I know, especially the ones that don't realize how beautiful they are- not to mention all the girls out there just starting their journey as women. It is a bit silly that at the age when I'm supposed to start falling apart, all these things are happening to stick me back together again and look better than I ever have. I keep thinking that at this rate I'm going to be the most awesome looking cadaver ever to grace a coffin ;)-Ha, ha! The Dressing Your Truth course has helped me appreciate everyone's beauty so much more, even though I already did think everyone was beautiful in their own way already. It would be so fun to send everyone to have themselves fixed up and photo shot like a model...So, when I become a millionaire, I will be sending you all to go through this course.  (:. (If you're really interested, you might not want to wait around for that- Just sayin'!) 
so, ya wanna see my pictures?! I will try to post them now. Wish me luck, this is the techy part which is the part of my life that has simultaneously fallen into an abyss along the same timeline of this beautiful energy type saga. I'll spare you those details (today anyway).






 There's more but this was so painful to try to postl, I may regress to snail mail and telephone calls...

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

How to ...

So after a long pause, I'm posting to explain how to make a necklace. I saw a necklace on pinterest I liked so over time I hunted down the beads I needed and figured out how to put it together. So now people are asking how to do it and this is the best place for me to put together a picture how to, so here goes. This is the finished necklace. 
Here is the layout of each section. There are 11 rows. For each row you need two pins, a big chain and a small chain, two gold beads, a small lime bead, a raspberry bead, a pink bubble gum bead, and an oval turquoise bead. Line up the chains so that you string the first row in the very middle link of each chain. 
The top pin will have the green bead, all the way to the last gold bead on it and the bottom pin will just have the turquoise bead on it.  Here are the first steps: 
See, we have strung the green bead first and then the middle link of the smaller chain.
So as you can see, you simply string the raspberry bead next after the chain, then a gold bead and then a pink bead.
Next, string the middle link of the largest chain on and follow with another gold bead. After this we will use pliers to make a ring to close off the row.
I forget the name of these pliers, but as you can see the tips are rounded. So, you bend the wire back, then twist it around the tip, like so:
OK ,now we will set that down and take the other pin and string the turquoise bead onto it.
We are then going to twist the end just like we did with the top side of the row. 
Use wire cutters to clip off the excess wire on both pins.  You can use your pliers to make sure the ring on the top pin is securely closed.  Leave the ring on the turquoise bead side slightly open so you can hook it through the top ring.
Then make sure you close it off tightly as well.  This will all seem quite awkward if you have never done this before.  Practice makes perfect or better yet, good enough, so make sure you have lots of pins to practice on.  Now you will be doing 5 more rows on each side of this one, in exactly the same fashion. Here's the tricky part. 
This is upside down really, but as you string the chains on each additional row, make sure the chain is not twisted. just flatten it out by running your finger down the chain.  
Make sure on the larger bottom chain that you string the next row 3 links out from the last row.  But, on the little chain on top, you are gradually going to string the links closer together so that the necklace curves nicely.  This will depend on the sizes of your chains so just practice stringing the pins through to make sure you find the right intervals.  My first rows from the center on the smaller top chain were 5 links apart and then I went to four and then three links apart. After you do this, you'll want to place the hook and eye closure on the ends of the bottom larger chain
You use a jump ring for this, which we will also use in the next step so I'll move ahead. Choose the spot where the smaller chain will meet the larger chain on a model or yourself if no one will help. (Not sure why boys aren't up for that job, but oh well. ) Open a jump ring, easy with just your hands or pliers,
and hook it to the ends of the small chain and then hook that to the sweet spot on the large chain where it hangs nicely. You can just mark the links so you don't have to do this on a person. Once you thread the jump ring through the two chains, close it back off with the pliers. That's it! Ta da! You can make matching earrings as well!

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Paranormal Vortex at Walmart

Some life events are so bizarre, you just feel compelled to share them.  Some of us have more of these experiences than others, probably more than our fair share.  This is the other reason we feel we need to share.  We don't want you to miss out on the fun.

So, yesterday, I decided to make the fastest Walmart run of my life right after dropping off my kids at school and before working.  So, hah! I made it in and out of that place in under 30 minutes with close to 30 items! Isn't that awesome? It would be if it weren't for the fact that this is against the laws of nature and so nature threw up in my face.  When I got home and went to put the things away, I was missing the last things on the receipt!  I figure they were all in the same bag.  So after making sure it wasn't hiding in my car or house anywhere, I called Walmart.  The person I explained my sob story to said that this happened all too often and to just bring the receipt to customer service.  But maybe the bag was still there somewhere and they could just hold it for me, I wondered.  Oh, no, I was assured, they just put everything back on the shelves, so just bring in your receipt whenever.  "How trusting, Walmart." I thought, how do they make sure you're not just making this up?  By the time I finished work and went to get my kids I found out my twins were invited to a birthday party so we had to go get a present anyway.  Also, I had been trying to make a necklace but I just didn't have the right size jump rings to finish it, plus, I had discovered a big bag of avocados on my kitchen counter (after just buying a bag of 4!) so I figured it was a great night for Chilean hot dogs and I needed wieners and buns. So,  I went back to Walmart for the second time with my receipt and a son, to recover my lost items and get the other items I was looking for.
First, I have to deal with customer service.  I explain my story and you can see the doubt oozing out of the worker's being.  He gets a notebook where I am not noted.  Well, that would be because the person I spoke to never asked me my name or anything.  I quoted my whole conversation word for word. I exuded polite I'm not lying vibes and I intend to get my things or my money back vibes.  I guess I don't look like a crook, since he called someone to look up the videotapes to see if a bag was left around the time I was there. Finally I was allowed to go retrieve the same items, and as fate would have it, they were all still there.  We picked up our other items, and while not the fastest trip in the world, it wasn't the worst.  Then, I get home and go to put everything away, when what do I find in one of the bags?  An Axe deodorant.  What is not in my bag?  My jump rings.  Apparently, I got my way with Walmart and so nature was still upset with me.  On the way home, my jump rings turned into an Axe deodorant.


This is even cooler than the miracle of two fish multiplying into enough to feed five thousand! This is like two fish turning into enough pizza to feed 5000!  Except I really needed jump rings, not Axe. So maybe it's more like the two fish turning into 50 gallons of soap (that in any case the 5000 men probably needed as much as food). I looked at my receipt.  No Axe, just jump rings.  I rest my case, PARANORMAL ACTIVITY.  Today my husband asked me if I went back to straighten it out.  What was he thinking?  First of all, how do I explain that? Two times in 24 hours, I ask for something back again? they will think I'm trying to get a second something for free, or barter with deodorant in this case.  Or worse, they will think I'm a nutcase to insinuate that little circles of metal turned into deodorant.  They will show me the video of the jump rings going into the bag and not turning into deodorant.  They will at least say they did no wrong and the trunk of my minivan must be possessed.  I figure if I don't want to keep getting sucked into Walmart, I had better just quit while I'm ahead and pick up my jewelry making items at Jo Ann's instead.  (Note: this is not a hidden less than subliminal commercial for any franchise chain whatsoever, it's just what turned out to be more convenient.) Now my only problem is, will Walmart feel wronged by this? I just looked up the deodorant online and it is 88 cents more than the jump rings.  What if I just tip the customer service desk the next time I have no other choice but to go to Walmart?  What if I'm setting a bad Sunday School example of complete honesty with stores here?  Or could the fact that I am coupon deficient and can't price match to save my soul and thus always pay Walmart full price mean I deserve an 88 cent savings on something I didn't even want or need so maybe I can just give it to the homeless like the super coupon lady I saw on some talk show once?  Questions, questions.  The fact that I have spent more time in Walmart in the last 36 hours than I usually do in a month just cinches everything.  I don't even care what is morally right here, my mental health depends on me staying away from Walmart for a long time.  The end.  

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Huck the Diving Wonder


video
I won't press my luck, I'll just post this one video for now and see if I can add more later.
There was this restaurant in Sandy called the Mayan we went to one day.  You could eat a fun meal while watching divers jump off a "cliff" with a waterfall into a big pool below.  Papi and I both thought it would be the perfect job for Huck when he grew up!  He was barely walking when he started diving in and out of the bathtub.  That's how he scarred his brother for life when he accidentally knocked his brother Tom with his foot, sending Tom's chin on a collision course with the edge of the tub, leading to stitches.  Huck obviously wasn't scared of heights, he would jump out the second story window just for fun when he got just a bit older.  Then by the time he was in cub scouts and they went to a swimming pool, the den leader asked me where he learned to dive. What? He had been doing flips off the high dive.  Most kids wouldn't even climb up it.  I decided he really needed to get into this sport. I knew he would love it.  It was his destiny :) It took us only 4 years to figure out how, but finally this summer he got to go to a BYU diving camp and from there got invited to participate in a diving team for kids at BYU.  So, as of September he spends his afternoons diving.  He loves it.  He's pretty good at it. Of course, he needs to learn a lot, but I'm sure he will.  So, he went to his first meet in Boise.  One of my awesomely super friends helped drive us there since I"m too chicken to drive.  My brother and his wife let us stay at their really nice home with them.  It was fun!  But, as is our usual style, it wasn't uneventful.  After doing all his 3 meter dives, while practicing for the 1 meter competition, he hit his head on the diving board.  I was just walking nearby and saw him dive and knew he was too close, saw him hit his head and couldn't do anything about it except freeze and watch him hit the water and then disappear.  Sickening feeling that is, but once the water started to settle, he popped up, upset and I was so relieved! I knew he should be alright.  But as he came up, a coach was diving in after him and they braced him and called the paramedics.  He needed to be checked to make sure he hadn't damaged anything.  I just tried to assure him because I was sure this was now freaking him out.  We got a ride in an ambulance and some nice people made sure he was fine and we were released in time to get back for his things as everyone was leaving.  He got a 4th place medal in the 3 meter though, so that cheered him up.  He will be in a meet at BYU in January so if you're around, you'll have to see him in person, as my camera is old and needs to be replaced.

Why I'm not the CEO of Apple

Or, why am I not on their creative team? I love my iPod, iPod Touch as I lovingly think of it. I can pretty much do everything with it except take pictures because I was channeling someone more practical than myself when I decided to buy the cheaper, older version without a camera.

 It almost replaces a computer if it weren't for the fact that too many internet things flip to the mobile version and there's the fact that too often there are pictures I just can't see since they won't let me enlarge them. If only this device were around when I was younger and had eyes. So, yesterday my nephew Scott (aka Scar) and I were talking about the iPad mini.

Probably the problem with their trying to sell this size device is the name. I really haven't heard all the people who use iPads around me complaining that it is too big. Gee, if only this were just half it's size, I could squint a little more... No, but you will hear a lot of iPod users like me wishing their iPod was just a little bigger. So, Why call this the iPad Mini? I realize it's JUST LIKE an iPad, yet smaller, however, why not appeal directly to those who are tired of using their imagination when viewing images on the iPod? Why not call it something that reflects a pumped up, new and improved iPod? Small enough for a true purse size, more readable than the iPod, chucking the iphonienesss of the ipod, ready to leap small buildings in a single bound, It's the Maxi Pod! WHO would forget that name? I would laugh at the sheer mirth of it every morning if I had one on my nightstand, thus increasing my resistance to disease by virtue of stress busting endorphins;), and even better, I would design a dock for it that had awesome speakers on each side, which I would call the wings dock, so you could wake up to the music blaring out of you maxi pod with wings!!! OK, I'm not expecting any calls from Apple anytime soon. Still, I just feel the need to draw up a prototype. That of course will probably have to be done on my clunky old PC (the pioneer pad)
Ta Da!


Thursday, November 15, 2012

My Favoritest New Clothes

Yes, I know favoritest isn't a real word, I'm just using linguistic license, because it expresses my feeling so much better than most favorite does.  Also, I am testing my blogger to see if I dare do another post :)
I looove this scarf a lot!  And it worked, maybe, just maybe I'll try videos next.

Not missing the black at all.