Brightly Living

Monday, June 6, 2011

Artifacts

While I was in Arizona,
I made Jenny go around the house with me and take pictures
of artifacts
from our childhood and beyond.
My reasoning being:
a. historical record/family history
b.. I don't want to keep all these things in my house, but they bring back many, many memories and feelings so pictures make me happy
c. some things I remember so fondly have already gone the way of DI 

I now commence in recording what I think I know about things I dubbed as artifacts.
It is probably not accurate.
What I don't know I may try to make up.
Let's precede.

This is a star that I am absolutely shocked still hangs in my old room.
It took its place on the ceiling
after I made it from wire at the Mesa Museum for Youth.
I wish I could say I was like 6 when I made it there.
I was more like 16.
And it hangs on.
Pink Starfish here sat on my armoire next to my bed.
He had a very important job.
He rested over the corner of the armoire to protect it from getting scratched
when I opened the closet door.
He was a fine worker for about ten years.
He recently retired when my parents moved the furniture around in the room.
A genius idea.
I never thought of it.
This is a mirror.
I think I have looked at myself in this mirror more than a million times.
And half of those times were with Jenny.
This mirror is at the end of our hallway
in between my old room and my parents room.
Sometimes Jenny and I would gaze at ourselves to see if we really were twins like people kept asking.
Sometimes we compared the height of our belly buttons to discover that even though we are about the same height I have longer legs than she does.
Sometimes we danced.
The hall light here makes us look like angels.
Because we are.

 In the entry way is this hat stand.
Various hats have rested there.
Usually cool hats from the antique store.
 The front door from inside the house.
The mail man delivers our mail right through that slot
and it falls into a pile right on the floor.
Jacqui used to shout
"Thank you!"
every time the mail man delivered.
My boys use it as a peep hole to see the outside world, too.
My grandpa Neff made the door chime.
He used to have a matching door chime in his house, too.
You are now looking at the front porch.
The hanging bench swing on the left is the only thing that I remember being there in my younger days.
That is a good swing to sit on
with mom, sisters, and friends.
And maybe even boyfriends.
Don't tell my dad that though.
My grandparents Allen gave the bench swing to my mom for Christmas one year. 
 These two chairs recently took their places on the porch.
The chair on the left used to be in my grandparents Allen's backyard.
My mom won't be happy I can't remember because she told me like three times while I was in AZ,
but I think the chair was originally my great-grandpa Stapley's. 
The red bench sat at my grandparents Neff house in New River.
Did grandpa make this? 
He could have, but I don't think so. I think he just repainted it.
Sure. That's what it was.  
This is what's left of the wishing well.
Pretty pitiful now in my opinion.
It used to be this cute little brick wishing well with a shingled roof
and then some people went and crashed into it
and ruined it for everyone.
It sticks out just a little bit on the left side of the driveway
and if you don't remember it is there
it will shatter your window or dent your car.
In my case, I once got wedged between it and my dad's truck while pulling into the driveway.
Two nice big dents on the side of the Grand Marquis.
All while our cute neighbor boys were outside playing basketball.
Scarred me for life or something.
Now it's just an irrigation control place.
 My house.
We moved there in 1994.
I think the house was built in the 1950's.
I used to play in the irrigation with boogie boards in this yard.
It's a good house.
 My room is the window on the far right
next to the overgrown bush.
I played school with this bell when I was little.
I'm deciding it was my mom's bell.
 I'm saying this was given to my dad.
It has always sat by the fireplace.
 This is a green box.
I think it currently holds matches.
It is my dad's and he likes it.
I think before that it was a great grandpa's.
Wow. I know a lot about this one.
Or not.
But I really do know a lot about Clyde.
He makes a good date for the prom.
Just kidding.
We never really took him out on a date.
At least, I didn't.
Who knows about my sister's though . . .
But we did make commercials and movies with him as a prop.
 I think we may have been trying to smooch him.
It just looks odd though.
 My grandpa Neff made this clock.
I remember having it when we lived in Phoenix, too.
My grandpa is sooo talented.
 The fireplace
in almost its entirety.

I hope I don't make you too upset stopping right here.
Please don't worry, everyone.
I have more artifacts to share soon.
I just have to go get Kacin from school now.
Until another day
when you can be disturbed delighted by my childhood!

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Instead of Going to a Therapist I Am Writing This

I resisted the urge last night to ask Eric to help me in the kitchen.
We had 10 minutes until the sister missionaries arrived for dinner
and the kitchen counters were covered with bowls, pots, pans, and cutting boards,
I didn't have a single dish ready to be served
and I was tired of being interrupted by rambunctious boys on the trampoline.
I hate being late or making people wait on me.
I hate committing to something and not following through.
I hate that I create all these expectations for myself
and then feel so overwhelmed when I'm not living up to them.
And oh how much I hate and fight the fact that I fit into the stereotype of LDS women
who too often compare themselves to others.
I had imagined what dinner would look like and pictured a mostly cleaned up kitchen
when our guests arrived,
but that obviously would not be the case.
Usually, Eric is so great about jumping in and helping when I ask or give him a specific task.
I know he wouldn't have minded helping out,
but I swear he was hiding evil laughter and smiles as he watched me deal with the pressure 
I was putting on myself. 
I decided that in order to overcome my feelings
I would not ask for help.
I would do it all myself and that it would teach me
to relax and not stress out so much.
So when my heart was pounding and my stomach was sick 
because
gasp
I would not be ready on time.
I fought to deal with it.
And what do you know,
I survived.
Dinner was served 15 minutes late
the kitchen was a disaster
my hair was messy (-ier than usual).
But we did eat
and I forced myself to ignore the kitchen
and imagine that instead of a faded t-shirt and messy ponytail
I was flaunting a stylish up-do and outfit. 
I'm sure the sister missionaries could care less about any of the things
I was feeling anxiety over.
That's not the point though.
It is me who cares too much
if I am late or less than what I think I am capable of.
Maybe in ten years I'll read this in my blog book and
remember this moment as a turning point
in dealing with my expectations and unnecessary stress.

And I'll laugh because
by that time
I will be cooking gourmet meals every night and raising ten kids without ever raising my voice or losing my temper. I'll probably be ironing my husband's clothes, too.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Wallace Falls

I'm starting to worry about our goal to hike all 25 hikes out of our local hiking guide by the end of the year. We have 18 left and so we gotta get going on this. . . It worked out that it stopped raining on Memorial Day Monday so we could get out for a longer hike. We went to Wallace Falls and thought it was beautiful. Very crowded. But beautiful. I am just so impressed with our tough boys who hiked the almost 6 miles, and did it at a really fast pace. We were passing people on the way up and on the way down. The last mile and a half, Kacin started to drag. I kept him entertained with versions of Goldilocks and the Three Bears and The Three Little Pigs. I threw in a spiel at the end of each story about how they had made mistakes but repented and changed. Kyler asked if every story had to end in repentance. So I tried to leave that part off when I got to Little Red Riding Hood's tale. But Kyler said I hadn't finished. She still needed to repent.

Wallace Falls . . .








Saturday, May 28, 2011

Bird Watchers

Binoculars
Book
Quiet Feet
Whisper voices
Listening
Searching eyes
Spotting
Identifying

We are
now
Bird Watchers.










And
we are
still
ice cream eaters.

Asian Market

On our way to see Kung Fu Panda 2, we passed by an asian market a friend had just told us about. We just had to stop and check it out. After browsing, we embraced the asian experience and tried Japanese food for the first time. We weren't fans of the soup or radish/squash dish, but everything else we got was really good. The boys enjoyed the challenge of eating their meal with chopsticks. Eric and I used forks. I'm sure we will be back there again soon!


Kacin Love

Eric found this sweet love note when he woke up this morning.


"I like you dad. You are my best dad. To: Dad From: Kacin"



Kacin noticed I was a little upset one morning. He ran across the room and threw his arms around my waist giving me a great big hug. He looked up at me and said, "You are the best mommy I've ever had!" He paused and then went on, "And I've had a lot of mommies--3 of them!"

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Hello, Park!

We've gotten a few days of nice weather over the last few weeks.
And so park days begin!