I Don't....

1. like zucchini or squash or yams even tho my mom say I would if I just try them. I have. Still gross!
2. eat soggy cereal or soggy-squishy-feely foods like in number 1.
3. care for Salt Lake City
4. have blonde hair
5. like fruit punch
6. like sugar in anything I drink, and Yes that means coffee, tea and Kool-aid!
7. like the sound or the feel of a nail file...on me or anyone else for that matter.
8. like it when your pencil has no earaser and you try to erase anyway and the metal scrapes.
9. like to file papers.
10. like people who stop completely in order to turn while driving.
11. understand why Phillip won't finish the last bite of a Snickers or the last swallow of soda.
12. know why Texans say "You-ston" instead of "Houston."
13. understand why Peanut still (at 14mths old) isn't sleeping thru the night.
14. like to fold or put away clothes, but I will...eventually.
15. like to dust or empty the dishwasher, but I do anyway.
16. go #2 with Phillip anywhere near the bathroom.
17. like math of any kind.
18. like syrup on my pancakes or waffles.
19. really care much for ketchup.
20. like cherry flavored medicine.
21. like the placement of the lightswitches in the house.
22. like Jelly watching The Simpsons or Family Guy.
23. like the Telletubbies or Calliou (cartoons for kidlets)
24. much care for spicy food.
25. like having to sweep the floors every 5 minutes because of the mass amounts of doghair.
26. like dog hair on Everything.
27. like cleaning out the catbox since Jelly doesn't do it right.
28. like that Jelly thinks she is "too old to be tucked in at night."
29. really care for talking on the phone.
30. eat bananas if they have brown spots on the peel. Refer back to #2.
31. like dates or figs or anything with them in it, even tho mom tells me they're soooo good!
32. like walnuts....all all!
33. vote.
34. do mornings or wake up happy, ever!
35. have a green thumb, but I try.
36. understand how it is that your head can hold that much snot when your sick.
37. like that Jelly is obsessed with boys at age 7.
38. like that my breasts didn't go back down to 'normal' cup size after Peanut was born like they did after Jelly.
39. eat red apples...or yellow ones.
40. think I'll ever forget the rotten cabbage and warm poo smell in Korea. Unfortunately.
41. think I could tolerate anyone other than my husband.
42. like that my sister has 3 kids and goes to the club as often as she does.
43. know what I'd do if I didn't know my friend, 'Anais.'
44. go a day (a moment really) without coffee! EVER!!

Stay posted. I'm sure this isn't the end of the list.

I don't care for Salt Lake City

Last night Phillip told me(and I NEVER thought he would EVER say this)that he misses Salt Lake City. Aaaahhh!
1. Phillip is NOT from there! He is from the Dallas area.
2. My family moved there because of my dad's job. I am NOT from there! I am from Oregon.
I miss Oregon. So pretty. I love the smell of the fresh air, especially after it rains. If they could bottle it, I'd have to buy stck in it! Texas is great but it smells like dirt here when it rains.
SLC, Utah***
Phillip clarified that he misses the weather there. He says it was nice. There actually seemed to be seasons in SLC and the summers, altho hot, were not scourching like they are here. If you don't believe there is a Hell, come to Texas in mid-summer....you will start to rethink things! Texas would be where the Devil would go for vacation, if that were remotely possible.
One of my favorite things about living back in TX is the people. There is a general hospitality and simple courtesy here that is so nice. People actually talk to you here, even tho they don't know you! It's amazing! I'm sure they do in a lot of other southern towns but I haven't been to those yet, altho TN is pretty great as well.
I remember one time with my brother, we were on a road trip and there was a guy in front of us on the highway (2-laner) going slower than we wanted to. He kept dirving but veered off to the side of the road so we could pass. Freaked my brother out. He had never seen that before and hasn't seen it anywhere else. He thought that was pretty cool.
SLC IS NOT like that! If you are not Mormon (a blind Mormon can tell you're not Mormon) you don't fit in. They will not talk to you. Believe it or not, they won't hire you. Phillip had gone on a job interview and they actually asked him(out loud) if he was or not. He didn't even get a phone call to say he wasn't hired.
SLC is surrounded by mountains. I do mean surrounded! Even the mountain passes are so narrow you'd think you were walking trails in the Grand Canyon. The feeling there is dreary, like it's impossible to get out. Like a fly floating in a soup bowl...try, try, try, drown. They suck at their grid-map street system and their driving and their hospitality. You can forget about eye contact. One thing they are good at is pretending(and believing) you don't exist. I dreaded just going to the corner store for milk. My sister (29) and my brother(28) both hate it there for the same reasons I do, but they won't leave because my parents are there.
Friends in SL? Two...and they were the neighbors next to us and across the street. They also weren't practicing Mormons. One was raised as such and couldn't stand the people herself. Go figure. Phillip had two friends at work. One Mormon but also understanding that not everyone is the same and one wasn't.
SLC doesn't make you feel warm-n-fuzzy! Come to find out, that's another thing Phillip liked and misses about it! I find that very funny. The one thing he complained about on a daily basis is one of the things he misses. Doesn't it just figure. I guess it makes sense to me tho.
Phillip doesn't really care for people. No certain type, just people in general. Too many useless ones and they take up his oxygen. He liked the fact that SLC people are rude and point blank. Whatever they say behind your back they would more than likely say to your face. Most people don't like that. Phillip does because he is one of those people. Brutaly honest. His thought is if you don't want the truth you shouldn't ask him the question.
I once asked him if he thought a certain pair of pants made my butt look big and without hesitation he said Yes. I was mortified! He was honest and I was dumb enough to ask. I've never asked him that since.
Texans are different. They are so-so-so nice to you to your face but some of them will stab you if you turn your back. Phillip can't deal with those people. He is finding it difficult to deal with those types and still be professional. He has his business (http://www.northtexaspainters.com/) and altho he does AWESOME work, he needs the honesty with the work he does. He yearns for it I guess you could say. Frankly, he doesn't see why more people can't be brutaly honest.
I try to tell him not everyone can be like him. Not everyone has an On-Off switch. Not everyone sees things only in black and white. For him there is no gray margin for excuses or otherwise. He is a 'Yes' or 'No' kinda guy. Most other people are 'Maybe' kinda people. You would think after this long of us being together that he would know this to be true. He married a 'Maybe' kinda person. But in business, there is no room for 'maybe.'
He doesn't regret moving back here to the Dallas area. I guess he would've just liked to have brought some of the SLC people here. Wouldn't that blow! I need happy. I need smiles and sunshine and strangers to talk to. I don't like stand-offish people and that is my feeling of Utans (quite fitting: my brother calls them U-tards).

Hide & Seek with my mind

I swear, somethimes I think I've lost it!
My mom is close to losing it so it only seems right, being the oldest of 3, that I am next in line. I mess with my mom sometimes. OK. I mess with her all the time. She will be off in her own little world(for a really long time)and the whole world has faded...then she hears me somewhere in the distance..."Mom.....Mooommm......Mother!......Earth calling Pluto!" She laughs and tells me to stop saying that.
But really Mom, it's the only way to get your attention half the time. Has she lost it? No more than the rest of us(i hope). She just had 2-million things going on at once and only has the ability to successfully take care of one thing at a time.
Me too. Seriously, I have to write down Everything! My problem...I have too many lists all over the house with things I'm supposed to remember to do or take care of or whatever. You would think that since I do have this problem that I would designate one Special Spot for my notes to be for when I need them. Well, wouldn't that make sense!
I can't multi-task to save my life. What a train wreck that is! Oh sure, lemme try it. I promise you will die of laughter and whatever I was supposed to do will only be half-assed.
Speaking of half-assed....I used to hate it when my dad would say that to me. He used to tell me I always did things half-assed. Well, he was right and now I know why! I can't multi-task. He also told me(and still does) that I am just like my mom.
I'm good with that. I like that I can be so much like someone who strives to always do what is best and what is right. Someone who is funny and fun to be around. Someone who always tries to find the good in people and be the nice and extra-caring person. Someone who put all other before herself. I'm glad I am like my mom. Everybody should be more like my mom. I would probably like more people. My husband, who doesn't care for many, would probably like someone. :) My fave: that my mom gets so giggly about something and laughing so good that she can't finish her story in anyting other than random high-pitched squeaks. She snorts and cries when she laughs. Me too. ;)
I guess I will just have to deal with losing it. In the meantime, I will continue to write everything down or... forget it.
Whatever happends first, I guess!

My 34th

I wrote part of this the other day because I got my birthday card in the mail and I almost started to cry. Why does everything revlove around a Number? Your age. Your weight. Your height. Really, does it matter? I would normally think 'No' but aparently, it does. I have had an issue with birthdays ever since I turned 30(so, so, so long ago...winkwink ) and I have an issue of weighing more than my husband.
09-18-08 Birthdays are starting to not matter to me anymore, or so I thought. I got a card from my grandpa today. My favorite grandpa. My favorite relative next to my uncle, actually. In reality, the card is from my grandpa’s girlfriend. She remembers everything. My grandpa is suffering from Parkinson’s so there's a lot that C. does for him.
I miss the times when he would send me cards. I miss those cards. I wonder if I still have some somewhere. I hope I have at least one card. He used to write notes to me. Just short ones. And it was always signed by him. Now, C. signs it for the both of them. Don’t get me wrong...I love that she cares and that she remembers and I really do appreciate that. But I also love the cards from just him.
I think my other problem is that it seems that my birthday always gets screwed up somehow with my husband. I know he forgets his own but how many do I have to go thru before I just scream? It’s just not worth it anymore.
Valentine’s doesn’t matter(one of which he totally forgot even came and the rest...just went). Mother’s Day hasn’t mattered, except now, 'Jelly' is now 7 and with her imagination, my gifts are really sweet! :) . Christmas wouldn’t matter either...if we didn’t have kids and that’s sad because I really love the holidays.
I like Fall. My favorite time of year. New Year’s is another 'holiday'. My husband (Phillip) and I have been together for over 8 years now and there is not a single time when he has stayed up with me to ring in the New Year. Unfortunately, the kids aren’t old enough to stay up that late yet. 'Jelly' starts dropping between 10-11 and now 'Peanut' is barely over the age of 1 so she really doesn't even care yet.
Will my outlook change? Will it get easier to accept the fact my grandpa isn't the one to pick the cards out anymore? The bonus is that Phillip was a Scrooge when we first got together and over the years he's gotten better. I guess, at this rate, we will enjoy every holiday together by the time I'm 80. Hopefully I'll live to see it.
All I can hope is that Jelly and Peanut will carry on the love for the holidays yet not get wrapped up in the mess of "things" that come with them.