Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Finger Lickin' Good

My house doesn't have an oven.  Actually, that's not quite true.  I have a very spendy Thermador double oven, only I can't use it.  It has no oven racks and nobody can find any to fit.  I know that sounds impossible, but it's true.  I've lived here for a year and a half and still no oven.  It is really and truly the only thing I can think of about this place that I don't love.  My house is practically perfect in every way.  Only good thing for me that my Auntie Kaye loves me and for my Birthday or Christmas or some such winter holiday last year she gave me the money to buy a convection oven.  (On a very important side note my afore mentioned birthday is this Sunday, November 22, beginnig at 4:20 a.m.  Not that I expect gifts and/or doting on, on that day.  I'm just sayin'.)  So, when Auntie gave me the money I did a lot of research and got the perfect one for me.  It's much bigger than any other one I could find on the market.  It bakes, convections, and rotisseries.  It's actually perfect and I've not missed my oven one bit except if I want to cook something in a 9x13 pan.  Which again, I usually don't because I only cook for me and I don't need a 9x13 pan of anything, except for maybe brownies or cake or cream cheese chicken.  One of my favorite things to cook in my oven is rotisserie chicken.  I'd been hankering for one, so last night I made one.  It's turned out to be a fun activity for Hank:

He sat and watched that Chicken rotate forever.  If I were a cat, I'd think I'd want to keep my eye on a moving chicken too just incase it decided to rotate into my mouth.  However, after a while he got tired:

Note that he didn't quit watching, he just decided that he could watch it just as carefully while lying down.  He's pretty much my favorite. 

Plus, also, since this is a story about chicken, I should probably show you how scrum-diddly-umptious it turned out:

And that's all.  The end.

Monday, November 16, 2009

A Pretty Much Perfect Day

Dear "Hurbilly" Anonamous Commentor, This blog is maybe a bit "long winded" for you, so you may want to not read it if you think it will be too taxing to look up all the big words in the dictionary as you read.  I'm just sayin'. 

I feel like I want to blog today, but I'm not sure what to blog about.  I just had one of those days where at the end you feel content and like you accomplished what you wanted to.  Those days seem to be rare because I always want to get a lot more done than I ususally do.  Maybe you should just have a play-by-play of my day and then you'll know about how productive I really was.

6:00 a.m.--This doesn't sound like a pleasant hour at all, but it was because I got up to be on conference call with Julianne, my Mary Kay National Director.  Incase you think she's crazy for having everyone call at 6:00 a.m. or I'm crazy for doing it, she also has a 7:00 p.m. on Sunday night one for those of us that are morningly challenged.  I could have gotten on that one last night but a couple of people I know were yacking my ears off and I missed it.  (You know who you are.)  Good thing I love their guts :)  You probably remember Julianne because it was her good thing idea for me to go to New York and see Wicked.  I love that lady because she has good ideas.  She's always so excited and before you know it you are excited too.  You don't necessarily know why, but it doesn't matter because excited is always a good thing.

7:30 a.m.--I went to school.  I had not been there since last Tuesday because of the death illness that didn't quite kill me but left me mostly dead for about 4 days.  I was somewhat behind, needless to say, but I got caught up lickety split and the kids missed me sorely.  Having a sub for a few days will do that to them.  Sometimes I'm tempted to stay home just so they will love me more when I get back. 

8:00 a.m.--I taught my first period and we did a fun thing that they enjoyed.  They got to work in groups so they hardly noticed at all that they were learning hard stuff that they hate.  It's easier to be happy at school when all the littles are happy too.  Plus, it's nice when you have those days were you feel like you are a good teacher because you came up with an awesome activity.

9:50--I was eavesdropping on my 3rd period class as they worked in their groups.  I am very good at working at my desk while listening to 4 or 5 conversations at once.  It never occurs to them that I'm listening to what they are saying.  A group of 3 boys was having a conversation that involved "that time of the month."  What do 13 and 14 year old boys know about "that time of the month," I ask you?  And furthermore, why would they talk about it?  I don't have an answer because I missed the beginning of the conversation.  I decided that it was a good thing that they didn't know I was listening because them I'm off the hook for having to ask them why they were talking about that.

11:45--Lunch.  Yummy tomato soup in the quietness of my room.

12:15--Lots more teaching until...

3:00--I got a phone call from one very small Roxie that was missing me and wanted me to come and see her.  I'm pretty sure she is my biggest fan.  At least in the under 4 year old category.  It broke my heart a tiny bit.

3:10--I left school and went to see my new Nevin friend. I had a HUGE bee in my bonnet and he was very helpful in how to handle that very pesky bee.

5:15--Hillyerie did not answer her phone even though she knew it was Monday after 5:00, and I was going to tell her about how the bee conversation turned out.

6:00--Delivered some Mary Kay product in Highland.  I wandered around a bit looking for the place, but when I got there I was rewarded with $50.

6:20--Delivered some more Mary Kay product in American Fork.  This time I was rewarded with $70.

6:35--Went to Walmart.  Found a filter for my humidifier and a fun Christmas thing.

7:10--Panda Express orange chicken dinner--Yummy!

7:30--I went to Roxie's house to see her and the other zoo animals that live there.  I was not rewarded with money but with something even better--lots of snuggles and loves from all three animals.  Plus, I managed to hear Family Home Evening AND get my birthday present.  Best idea I had all day was to go there.  This is what my present was:


It is the biggest, most wonderful Wicked calendar ever.  The photos are huge and the actual calendar is small, as it should be.

8:30--Came home, changed in to my warm jammies, and loved on Hank a bit.

9:15--Blogged.

See how full and productive and fun that whole day was?  Now to top it all off, I'm going to snuggle into bed and have a sleep.  Yey me.  I hope you all had a day that was equally as great.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Polyanna

When I was in the 4th grade I read the book Pollyanna. It became my favorite book and I was mad at that Haley Mills for making a movie about it that wasn't as good as my imagination. Only that's not my point, just a bitter side note. My point is that Pollyanna always played the glad game. No matter what the horribleness, she managed to find something to be glad about it. Today I decided to play the glad game. Here is the horribleness that I'm having to find gladness about:



I think that snow and cold is in my top 3 things that I don't love.  One thing that I do love about it is that it puts me in the mood for this:

I LOVE Christmas and Christmas lights.  I decided that if it was going to look like Christmas outside, then I'd enjoy my lights on the inside.  Hank enjoys them as well.  

The snow and cold also makes me want to have this:

I think that wassail is one of the few redeeming qualities of winter.  I love the orangey, spicey, sugary goodenss.  So, I had some today.  Since I've still got a yucky head and throat, it was a pleasure.  Only there was something that was even more of a pleasure than the wassail:

Yup, my mug has a cat in the bottom of it that peeks out at you as you drink your beverage.  When I was a wee one my mama's cousin Hazel had a mug with a frog in the bottom of it.  One day she made me some hot chocolate and told me that if I'd drink it all, there was a surprise for me at the bottom of the mug.  Can you imagine the delight of my 4 year old heart when I saw that frog?  My sister bought me this cat mug several years ago because she knew how much I loved that frog mug.  So, I'm glad that the cold brings Christmas and wassail and cat mugs.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Snogginess and Such

I meant to blog sooner only I've been sick. And by sick I mean S-I-C-K. The kind that leaves you floating in and out of consciousness for a couple of days.   I'm feeling a little better tonight after two days of sleeping and a long, hot bath tonight.  I'll probably live.  Who do I blame for this affliction? 

Ruby, that's who!  I happened to see her a few days ago and she was all snoggy, as Hillyerie says.  I really don't think she got me sick because what I have is far worse that a little snogginess, but she's as good as anyone to blame.  Plus, also, if I blame her then I can include that cute photo of her, which is my true motive.

Before my affliction I was going to blog about grocery shopping.  Mostly because I needed to go so badly that my fridge looked like this:

Incase you didn't notice I only had corn tortillas, applesauce, eggs, a couple of Diet Cokes and a couple of bottled waters.  That's because school teachers only get paid once a month, and toward the end of the month when the food is gone, it's gone.  Then blessed pay day came and my fridge looked like this:

 Do you see how relieved Hank is?  He's looking at actual fruits and veggies and meats and cheeses.  I guess the moral of this blog is that if I happen to show up on your doorstep around dinner time, check to see if it's the last week of the month and you'll know why.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Summit

Today I had a super-fun Mary Kay conference what that is named Summit.  Only it wasn't just any conference because I got to speak.  I got to speak about my tip to New York.  What does Mary Kay have to do with Kesk and I going to New York, you ask?  Well, I'm going to tell you.  Only I'm going to tell you by letting you read my speech.  This works out for me in a couple of ways.  First of all, you get the story and secondly, I have a record of my speech.  I want to make sure I document this because it was such a powerful, important thing for me.  Before you get to read my speech I think I should introduce you to my Mary Kay friends that will read about.  The first photo is of me and my Amy friend.  I think you are probably acquainted with her and how much I love her guts.

Then there is my Laurie friend.  She's sure a good egg.

And finally, Julianne.  She is the one that I actually have to thank for my most fabulous trip and a present she gave me, as you will soon see.

Now for the speech--

Good afternoon! When Julianne asked me to speak to you today about the power of a dream I felt deeply honored, a lot inadequate, but mostly I felt terrified. I just hope you can hear my heart today incase my words don’t come out the way my heart would like them too.


A little about me and my journey is that I started my MK business about a year and a half ago. I was, and still am, an 8th grade English teacher. There are a couple of reasons I decided to start. The first one is Amy Haider. In addition to being my director she is also a coworker and best friend. Back before she was my director and had just started her own MK business, she invited me to her parties. Of course I went because I’m pretty sure I’m her number one fan, and I wanted to support her. Which on a side note, actually brings me to my second reason for starting MK…every time I went to one of Amy’s events, Laurie Ashby would give me a call to follow up. After 9 months of telling Laurie no, I decided that if I signed maybe she’d quit calling me. Boy was I wrong about that! I really can’t shake her now. Truthfully, I’m just teasing Laurie a bit because I liked her so much I actually looked forward to Laurie calling. Looking back, I realize that if you can call someone repeatedly for 9 months to follow-up and they still look forward to the call, you are pretty much amazing. However, before Laurie wore me down I had no intention of ever becoming a consultant until the day Amy came to work and told me that she decided she was really going to do this MK thing for real and quit teaching school. If there is one thing that I cannot abide by it is being left behind or left out. I was not going to be left in that Jr. High alone while Amy played with makeup. I guess it’s true that when you can’t beat ‘em, you join ‘em. What I know for sure about all of that is that starting my MK business has been one of the most important decisions of my life. I have experienced immeasurable personal growth, come to recognize my strengths, and have had the opportunity to work on my weaknesses. 


One of the greatest things I’ve learned is the power of a dream. I find it ironic that I’m speaking today about that because before MK I’d never dared to dream. I was raised with scarcity mentality. My focus was always on what I didn’t have instead of what I wanted. Surviving from day to day was enough. However, when I started MK everyone seemed to be obsessed with dreams and goals and they always wanted to know what mine were. Since I honestly couldn’t wrap my head around what that really meant, I’d just make something up that sounded good. Then one day last December just making one up to didn’t work out so much for me. I was on my way to St. George for the futurity trip and I had the chance to ride for a while with Julianne. Practically before we got out of the parking lot she began to talk to me about my dreams. I didn’t know what to say. Dreams were frivolous things for people who could afford them. Only apparently, I was wrong. Julianne was having none of that, and I’m not so sure she would have let me out of the car until I had a dream that I could get excited about. That is the first step to building a dream—it must be something from your heart. This was tough for me because I had to push aside years of scarcity mentality—years of thinking that I never had enough, and I had to start thinking in terms of abundance, because I found that dreams don’t come cheap. Julianne and I threw around a couple of ideas, but nothing spoke to me until the heavens opened up and choirs of angels began to sing. You think I’m kidding, but I swear I heard them singing and the songs they sang were from the musical Wicked! One thing I knew I wanted to do more than anything was to see that play and see it on Broadway in NY. 


Now that I actually had a dream that I was excited about I thought I was done. Julianne would be happy with that, right? Come to find out, I was wrong about that too. She started asking me pesky detail questions that forced me to really envision what that dream would look like for me. One of the things she wanted to know was who I would take with me. I have a friend that is a little bit obsessed with Wicked like me, and I knew that she was the one who needed to go with me. It was something she would probably never do for herself, but it was a gift that I could give to her. 


Now, let’s be clear ladies…I don’t know how many of you have ever ridden with Julianne or in a car like hers, but you are eyeball to eyeball in that thing, breathing the very same air. Personal space is not an option. In that kind of environment you’ll commit to most anything. You’ll commit because who wants to be disagreeable with someone you are sitting that close to in a car that is going 90 mph? I sure didn’t and so even though I never believed that I’d really go to NY, I sure as heck told Julianne that I would. Only too bad for me, because I was officially in the dream making business and Julianne was not going to let me forget it. Which brings us to another crucial part of making your dreams come true—you must tell someone about it! If no one else knows what your dream is, you probably won’t accomplish it. It’s so easy for us to let ourselves off the hook when things get difficult. However, someone else expecting you to do it is a strong motivator. In my case Julianne wasn’t the only one who knew because if I remember correctly, and I do, she promptly told everyone in the continental United States. 


The next step and by far the scariest one for me was telling my friend that I was planning on taking her to NY to see Wicked. That is truly the point of no return. Someone else knowing is important, but if your dream involves your family or friends, you must commit to them too. It’s a lot harder to disappoint the ones you love. A couple of weeks after that fateful drive with Julianne I gave my friend 3 boxes for Christmas. Since Wicked is about the Wicked Witch of the West and Glinda from The Wizard of Oz, she got a witch hat in one box with some clever poem I wrote, a broom in the other with another clever poem, and in the 3rd box was a copy of the itinerary of our trip, a NY photo album, a NY calendar to count down the days, and of course another clever poem. I’m pretty sure there was a 30 second period where she didn’t breathe. To be honest, I wasn’t breathing either. What had I done? 


Something I learned real quick about dreams is that they require a lot of planning! They don’t just happen. I had to do quite a bit of homework if this was going to work. I had to find out how much it was all going to cost and then figure out how I was going to pay for it. I had to research airfare, hotel, Wicked ticket prices, the cost of the tourist attractions that we’d want to see, food and cab money and of course shopping money. Since I didn’t have a few thousand dollars hanging around I had to break it all down month by month and week by week. I figured I needed an extra $300 a month. Really, that was only 6 miracle sets or a few extra parties a month. When you break it down like that, it feels less overwhelming and more obtainable. I set up a NY savings account that I did not touch unless it was for NY. The first thing I bought were the Wicked tickets. A couple of months later I got our airfare. Next came the hotel. 


Bit by bit my dream became a reality, and on October 18, 2009 at 8:00 pm Eastern Standard Time, to be exact, I was sitting 5th row back, center section of the Gershwin Theater in NYC living my dream. Even though my friend and I had been in NY for a couple of days, it wasn’t until that moment that it really hit me that I can accomplish whatever I want. I felt so proud of myself because for the first time in my life I set a huge goal and I hung in there and did it. I think we frequently worry about trusting other people, but for the first time ever I realized that I could trust myself. I did what I said I would do. It also hit me in that theater that I did not do this alone, and I was so grateful for all those that helped me along the way. Lest you believe my journey was all smiles and fluffy bunnies, know that there were many bumpy days where I wanted to give up. But, here’s the good news: because I was surrounded by positive people that loved and believed in me, when those times came I had my own cheering section. You cannot achieve a dream without these people. In fact, if you surround yourself with Debbie Downers I dare say that when you feel discouraged you will give up for sure because Debbie Downers will only pull you down more. On the days I thought I must be crazy for thinking I could take someone to NY, I would inevitably get an email from Julianne asking me how it was going and telling me how awesome I was. However, on a day to day basis I relied heavily on my MK friends and director like Amy and Laurie and even Deanna was checking in on me. They have dried more than their fair share of my tears. On the flip side, it also meant the world to me that they weren’t just there for my bumps and bruises, they were always the first ones there to help me celebrate my successes. YOU HAVE GOT TO SURROUND YOURSELF WITH PEOPLE WHO BELIEVE IN YOU! Involve your directors because they are just itching to see you grow and succeed, and conveniently enough, they actually know how to get you there. 


I don’t know how many of you have seen the play Wicked or are familiar with the music, but there is a song called Defying Gravity. Some of the lyrics say, “Something has changed within me, something is not the same. I’m through with playing by the rules of someone else’s game. Too late for second guessing, too late to go back to sleep. It’s time to trust my instincts, close my eyes and leap. It’s time to try defying gravity. I think I’ll try defying gravity, and you can’t pull me down.” 


In my own way, I defied gravity. Now that I know what I can do, there is no going back. It only gets bigger and better from here. If you don’t have a dream, get one! What speaks to your heart? Is it a trip, a house, a gift for a loved one? It doesn’t matter, as long as it is something from your heart. Do you know what the power of accomplishing a dream really is? Sure you get something fun from it, but more importantly it gives you self-confidence, you will experience personal growth like never before as you stretch to make it happen, and it will give you hope. Hope for something better and a vision of who you can become. Think of how you want to defy gravity and then make it happen! Thank you.

During the speech Julianne showed photos of the trip on a couple of huge screens and then when it was all over, she played "Defying Gravity" as everyone cheered and clapped.  It was so amazing and I felt honored to be able to tell my story.  After all said clapping and cheering was done, Julianne loved on me for a minute and said some really nice things and then she gave me a present.  I was not expecting that and when I saw it I squeeled like a little girl.  Lucky for you, I have photos:

You're eyes do not decieve you because that is a Barbie collector's doll.  The only Barbie I have ever loved.  She got me the Nessa Rose doll, which those of you who are not acquainted with Wicked, would call The Wicked Witch of th East. And when you push a button it sings, "Ding, Dong, the Witch is Dead."

She looks really pretty and really grumpy because in the TRUE story she was both of those things.  She was also not-so-nice and to prove that you should probably know that it is her fault that the Tin man became the Tin man and doesn't have a heart.  Also, look at her tiny little stripey legs and ruby slippers:

I wanted to open her and get a good look at her, only Julianne about stroked out because apparently you can't open collector's editions or they are not collectable so much anymore.  I didn't think a peek would hurt, but apparently it does.

All in all it was a most wonderful and "wicked" day!

Friday, November 6, 2009

The Nerve!


It's time for me to come clean...I'm crazy. Okay, so maybe crazy isn't totally accurate, but it's not totally inaccurate either. I'm guessing that this isn't really a newsflash to the handful of you that read my blog. Maybe a better description than crazy is that sometimes I tend to lean toward the "glass is half-empty" side of things. I've taken every pill on the market and talked myself blue with therapists. If you promise not to tell anyone, I'll even admit that I've been hospitalized and had my brain shocked for it. One day maybe I'll tell you some of my stories from the psych ward. I met Jesus there and delivered an alien baby in the middle of the night for starters. However, that will have to wait for another day because this blog is about something else.

It's been a couple of years since I've seen a therapist because I had one for a long time named Erin that I know Heavenly Father put on the earth just for me. She patched me up pretty good and I had my brain shocked, so life was a pleasure and I had no need. The last several months, however, life has slowly felt less pleasurable and more glass half-emptyish again. Since being sad is not my best or most favorite feature, I decided to go back to therapy. I called Family Support and Treatment Center in Orem because they are so wonderful at that place. I’ve always had a girl therapist because who wants to tell their feelings to a boy? Not me, that's who. They happen to be on my list of reasons that I have a therapist in the first place. However, I failed to mention that when I called for the appointment. The nice receptionist put me on a waiting list and 6 weeks later I got a call telling me there was an opening. The same nice receptionist girl left me a message telling me that my new emotional best friend's name was Nevin Alderman and would Mondays at 4:00 be okay? I called her back and my conversation with the receptionist went a little like this:

"So, my new therapists name is Nevin, huh? That sounds suspiciously like a boy's name."

"Yes, Nevin is a boy. He's super nice."

"Oh, I'm, sure he is, only I'm also pretty sure I don't want to find out how nice. I don't know if I want to talk to a boy. I’ve tried to convince myself that I’d be okay, but now I'm thinking maybe not. Only I don't know as I want to wait another forever hoping that a girl therapist gets an opening. So, basically I don't know what I want to do. What do you think?"

"Well, Nevin really is so nice. We really love him here. Why don't you just come in once and give it a try? If you can't do it, then I know he'll be happy to help you figure out what to do."

I decided to do what she said. After all, my first appointment was a week away and I had plenty of time to chicken out. All week I convinced myself that I was feeling pretty good and not so depressed anymore. The closer Monday came the more I wanted to puke, so I decided that I'd call and just cancel all together. The Monday of my appointment I was having lunch with my Amy friend and telling her my plan to just not have therapy at all. She told me basically what the receptionist did and that there was a reason I went to the trouble to get the appointment, so I'd might as well go and see what happens. What was the worst that could happen? Mostly puking was the worst so I decided that she had a point, and I didn't call and cancel. However, I did decide that as soon as I got there I'd tell him that it was nothing personal, but I didn't like him and would prefer a girl therapist or maybe none at all. I would never tell someone what that isn't a therapist that I didn't like them, but I know that therapists are trained to be loving no matter what and that they really don't care because after all it is a crazy person telling them that. It's like when my kids don't love me best. I'm not sad because they are dumb kids and I don't need 14 year old friends.

When I got to the Family Support and Treatment Center, Nevin made me wait for 10 minutes past when our appointment was supposed to start and that made it all the easier for me to tell him I didn't like him. Finally, he came to get me and he acted like maybe meeting me was the highlight of his whole day. Darn it! How am I supposed to tell him how much I don't like him if he's going to act like?! Plus, the fact that he is fairly young and flashed a million dollar smile didn't help much. I have a student named Bryan that does that very same thing when he's doing something naughty 'cause he knows I'm a sucker for it.

We went into his office and he was just chit chatting with me about this, that and the other. I kept waiting for a good time to give him the bad news. Before I knew it, he pulled out some paperwork and said that he just wanted to go over that real quick. Okay, I'd tell him right after that. That seemed like a good time to do it. Only too bad for me because we never got through the paperwork! He tricked me by having lots of questions in that paperwork that required me to tell him lots of stuff I had no intention of telling him. I still thought that maybe I could work me not liking him into the conversation. Only he did something totally nervy. As I was talking he kept using phrases like:

“Wow, you are really ambitious.”
“You are so funny. I can tell that we are going to get along great.”
“Your kids at school must really love you.”
“I can’t believe how strong you are and what a survivor you are.”
“Do you know how amazing you are because other people with your experiences are typically so glum and absorbed in always being a victim.”

Don’t you think that was pretty nervy of him to say all that nice stuff when I’m doing my best to not like him? He was downright charming, and I didn’t appreciate it one bit! At the end of our session he said that he was excited for our time together and that he was really surprised that I was willing to work with him because he now knew that boys aren’t high on my list of trustworthy people. NOW was my chance. Only too bad for me because by then I really did like him. So instead, I told him that I meant to tell him in the beginning that I didn’t like him and that I wanted another therapist but that it didn’t work out so good for me because now I actually liked him. He laughed because I think he knew how tricky he was.  Maybe next time I try to hate someone it will work out better for me.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Halloween

My major Halloween plan was to not be home.  Living in the same town you teach in has the potential to be anything but a pleasure.  The last thing I want is for a bunch of 14 year olds to come to my house dressed up, begging for candy.  I see them plenty enough during the week.  On Thrusday a girl named Annie talked to me about this very subject. Our conversation went like this:

     "Ms. Haymore, we are going to come to your house on Halloween and Trick-or-Treat." 

     "Go ahead and knock yourselves out.  I won't be there." 

     "Why not Ms. Haymore?" 

     "Because there is no occasion I can think of that I'd ever want any of you at my house."

     She didn't really have too much to say after that.  True to my word, I made other plans.  I went to my Aunt Kaye's house for the weekend.  She had a knee replacement last Thursday, so I thought I could maybe be of some use to her.  It's a win/win as far as I'm concerned because I'm not at my house on Halloween and she gets the pleasure of my company.  This is my favoritest photo of me and my Auntie:

Not bad for one I took myself with my phone.  While at my auntie's house I carved my pumpkin.  I LOVE carving pumpkins.  It is my favorite part of Halloween.  Aunt Kaye needed to be in her room lying down with ice and junk on her knee, so I carved it on her bedroom floor.  That way neither one of us had to be lonely.  This is my pumpkin: 

 I think the hardest part of pumpkin carving for me is choosing the pattern.  After an hour of searching, I finally settled on this one.  I felt a little bit sorry for that kitty what that almost got left behind, but he was so funny I couldn't resist.

That's all I have to say about Halloween.  The not-so-spooky end.