Author: alicewgold

I would like to state that I am a brunette, but now I am a mix of grey, white, brown, and blonde. I would also like to say that I am 150 pounds, but that would be a boldfaced lie. How about I say I am work in progress because that is the truth? A beautiful work in progress. I love the sound of my fingers tapping on the keyboard and my greatest hope is that something that I write will lift someone else on their journey.

The Pink Tile


The shower and removing the wallpaper Posted by Hello

Ever since we have moved into this house, we have affectionately called the bathroom that we are remodeling, the Barbie Bathroom. Our three daughters prefer this bathroom. Of course, it is so feminine. It also stays a whole lot warmer than the other bathroom.

Now, the only thing that remains of Barbie, is the shower tile. We have even removed the whole top layer of the pink flowered wallpaper.

We have decided to leave the pink shower tile for just a little while, as to not place too much change on the girls all at once, and because we can’t afford another project right now.

The vanity


The former vanity and wallpaper

Shortly after we moved in, I tore out the doors to the old aluminum vanity. The sound that the scraping would make still gives me the heeby jeebies just thinking about it. So, for the past year and half, anyone who has visited was able to see all that we kept above our sink. They could also use the teeny locker mirror that I place behind the shelves if they ever wanted to experience what it was like to be me while putting make-up on. I can’t wait for a new vanity. Not because I am vain and need a better mirror, as revealed by the last sentence, but just because I can’t wait to hide all the beauty supplies that it takes a girl to look good.

Beadboard


Wow, the wall is free of the color pink! Posted by Hello

Beadboard is to the 2000’s as paneling was to the 70’s. It’s also known as Wayne’s Coating. (I don’t know who Wayne is, but he’s gotta be rich) It’s essentially the same stuff, so I don’t know why this looks so good, while paneling looks SO BAD. I don’t really care. Beadboard was our lifesaver in this bathroom. We are so happy that we didn’t have to retile the whole bathroom. I am also very happy to have a bathroom that is so free from color….pink, just gets a little old when you have three daughters.

The Love of My Life


Dollywood’s newest roller coaster
left to right: logan, tyler, jordan, & LG

This is a great pic. of LG. I thought that I better put a picture of him up here because I haven’t yet. Isn’t he so cute? I love his smile and I love this picture because you can tell that he really is having the time of his life…..having any kind of fun is a considerable accomplishment when you are in law school with a wife and three kids. This was taken at one of the best attractions in East TN, Dollywood.

LG took this picture at Christmastime ’04. In the back are his brothers. Logan and Jordan, and our brother-in-law, Tyler, he is a pilot in the AirForce; he flies the F-16 (cool huh?)…Tyler also clogs like you can’t believe, even though he is from Utah. I don’t think that his airforce buddies know about his clogging talent. Flying an F-16 is probably the more amazing talent of the two…depending on who you talk to, I guess.

Well, if I can get my stupid digital camera to download to my PC, I have some more jewels for you later.

News through IM


He’s in!

lgee_97: hey

lgee_97: I’m in class

alice_goldenchild: hi…we got a letter from the mba program. would you like me to open it now

lgee_97: yeah

alice_goldenchild: it isn’t big, but kind of thick

lgee_97: open it

alice_goldenchild: so far, a leather UT MBA coaster…..looking promising

alice_goldenchild: first word…..CONGRATULATIONS!

lgee_97: cool

alice_goldenchild: in hand writing at the bottom….CONGRATS LEGRAND…SEE YOU HERE NEXT FALL DONNA

alice_goldenchild: I am SO PROUD OF YOU

lgee_97: she’s who I interviewed with

lgee_97: Donna

lgee_97: yeah, yeah

alice_goldenchild: what a relief…i thought that you would bottom out, if you didn’t make it

alice_goldenchild: really…that is awesome…other peopel can’t even get in and you got in while attending law school

alice_goldenchild: i have to take credit for my essays though

alice_goldenchild: did you tell jeremy already

lgee_97: yes you do

lgee_97: he’s not in this class

alice_goldenchild: YOu have to go

alice_goldenchild: I want you to

alice_goldenchild: so, you could still IM

lgee_97: we’ll talk about it

alice_goldenchild: alright..i am blogging about penelope…check it out in a few

lgee_97: he’s not online right now

alice_goldenchild: did you know that the perkins paid $750 for their wills to be written

alice_goldenchild: man, we could have made some money

alice_goldenchild: I LOVE YOU>>>>>>CONGRATS HON>>>>NO one deserves it more

lgee_97: thanks

alice_goldenchild: news over IM….this could be an entry on my blog i should cut and paste

alice_goldenchild: except I would have to take out the part about ….. (which I did)

lgee_97: you’re so funny

alice_goldenchild: i’m going to do it

Open mouth, insert Penelope


Who names their daughter Penelope?

Shortly after my husband and I were married, he was fortunate to get a glimpse at the excitement that he would have the rest of his life…and I am not talking about the honeymoon. I am talking about a most entertaining encounter we had with a few old guy friends of mine.

We went into an ice-cream joint with my brother and his wife. As we were about to sit down, I spotted these three friends of mine. They were sitting at the table with another guy that I didn’t know and his wife and baby. She was just a few months old. Now, for the background, you have to know that these guys were the biggest jokesters…..i like hanging out with people of my own kind.

I introduced my husband, they introduced their friend, his wife, and then one of them said, “And this is their daughter, Penelope.” I instantly started cracking up, thinking that they had come up with a pretty good joke on the spot. I said, “Yeah right, who would name their daughter Penelope.” The joke was on me; her name really was Penelope. Poor LG, he could have died right there on the spot.

Madness


emily dickinson…you gotta love her!

The First Day’s Night Had Come
And Something’s odd – within-
That person that I was-
And this One-do not feel the same-
Could it be Madness-this?
-Emily Dickinson (19th Century)

Washington Post
Did a Bipolar Trait Bring a Turn for the Verse?

By Shankar Vedantam
Washington Post Staff Writer
Monday, May 14, 2001; Page A07

“Scholars have long speculated whether the reclusive poet suffered from some kind of mood disorder. Now, a century later, a new study postulates that Dickinson may have had a mild form of manic depression, with periods of high poetic creativity coinciding with exuberant periods that bordered on mania.”

I’m taking on a serious side today because of the frustration that I am experiencing. I have been reading a book called Touched with Fire by the manic-depressive sufferer, mental health advocate, and PhD and Professor of Psychology at Johns Hopkins University, Kay Radfield Jamison. She is considered by many to be an expert in Manic Depression. In this book she considers the mental health of many of our GREATEST creative artists, such as Emily Dickinson. It is her expert opinion that Emily Dickinson, the remarkable poet, did suffer from Manic Depression, as well as Social Anxiety Disorder. From the poem above, you can get a hint that Emily Dickinson, although never diagnosed, that we know of, also had an inkling that something about her state of mind was not always “quite right”.

Like Kay Redfield Jamison and Emily Dickinson, I am a sufferer of Manic Depressive Disorder (aka BiPolar Disease). I was just diagnosed in August of 2004. This has been a HUGE eye-opener for me. I have read everything that I can get my hands on about the disease and people who have suffered from it. I recently read a Biography about Nick Traina, the son of author Danielle Steele. He was a “casualty” of this disease. He killed himself in the late 90’s; he was very bright and creative, but ended his own life at the young age of 19.

Bipolar Disease is a killer, just like heart disease and cancer. It is sad that society seems to turn their back on individuals who SUFFER from mental illness. I emphasize SUFFER, because unless you have experienced the feeling of “going crazy” that comes with this disease, you cannot possibly know the inner turmoil that it causes…many people feel the only way to get relief is to end their own life.

Well, as soon as I was diagnosed, I began the journey of finding the right medications to help me live a normal life. This is a LONG process and it requires pure diligence because you have to constantly analyze whether or not your prescription drugs are working and what you need more or less of….all depending on your own subjective mood. It is a pain. Lucky for me, I have the BEST HUSBAND IN THE WORLD and very understanding family members (my parents both suffer from one thing or another and my in-laws aren’t crazy, but they try to understand me even though I am). I have all the reasons in the world to live and I have still contemplated suicide, even though I don’t know why I could ever think about something so morbid. [Through my studies I have found that my brain is WIRED this way, as all manic-depressives are].

Well, many people in this world don’t have the wonderful life that I do. Many people NEVER get the medications or help that they need because they are too poor, embarrassed, or uniformed. I may be too poor to afford my meds. soon, but we will figure something out because I don’t want to put my husband and kids through the torture of having a TOTALLY unstable ME. I am always a little unstable, but they like me that way. However, it is a really BAD thing when I never sleep and wake up every morning crying uncontrollably.

I have talked to some charities on the phone today researching what exactly they offer to poor people like me. One conversation that I had with the woman at “Ladies of Charity” really struck me. She informed me that they only provide the needy with medications that help with LIFE THREATENING diseases. Not, that I am trying to undermine what they are doing for the heart disease sufferers (many of which are that way because of bad habits), but BIPOLAR DISEASE is LIFE THREATENING and the people who suffer from it, have done nothing to deserve what they suffer from. It is MADNESS that the people in our world want to turn their backs to them, when they have enriched our society so much.

Other bipolar sufferers: William Blake (the poet), T.S. Eliot, Victor Hugo, Edgar Allen Poe, Walt Whitman, Hans Christian Andersen, Charles Dickens, Ralph Waldo Emerson, William Faulkner, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Ernest Hemingway, Herman Melville, Robert Louis Stevenson, Tennessee Williams, Virginia Woolf, George Frideric Handel, Robert Schummann, Peter Tchaikovsky, Hugo Wolf, Irving Berlin, Vincent Van Gogh, Benjamin Haydon, and Michelangelo.

What defines the perfect woman


June Cleaver – what exactly is her role on this earth?

Alright, I have been on here a lot today, but I am finding this rather therapeutic. I am going to make this quick and it may not be too funny, but I HAVE to get something off of my chest. Alright, I was just writing specifics of why I feel the way that I do right now, but my husband warned me that I may lose friends. What is it with our society? Why can’t we all just be honest about the way that we feel without worrying what other people might think?

Well, to make a long story short….a friend of ours is pregnant AGAIN. They will have more children than us now and I AM HAVING THIS TOTALLY CRAZY REACTION to the news.

We do not want any more kids right now, and may never want any more, but once you hear that another woman is going to outdo you with her child-bearing skills, this crazed “I’ll show you that I am more perfect” mentality comes riding to the surface. It is scary. I know it is all wrong, but why do we women do this to each other? It starts in Middle School and it NEVER stops.

If we could all just be honest about who we are, then maybe no one would come out looking like the ms. perfect june cleaver that we know she is not. Personally, I just like to throw myself out there. It’s too bad that too much honesty can make a woman really imperfect.

Gotta go to bed.

P.S. I think perfection is found in making other people feel that they are better than you, not visa versa.

Isn’t She Lovely

So, today, I was at McDonald’s with the playgroup from church. The other moms were watching my youngest, Bella, eat her hamburger. They all admired her and said how cute she is. One mom said, “She is just beautiful.” I said, “I know, isn’t it great, she looks just like me?” The other mom responded with a chuckle and a look of bewilderment, “Wow, I never thought that you would actually turn that compliment into yours!” [Hey, you have to take them how you can get them.] I just laughed because I guess I think I am beautiful…that’s a good thing, right?

I have three daughters and it took me that many to get one to look like me. I told the other mom,”Well, everyone always tells me that she is beautuful and she does look just like me. I am so happy about that.” What could they say; they all agreed that she does look just like me. I guess I really am beautiful. Who would of thought that having kids could overfeed one’s ego?

No Smoke?


Would this sign become obsolete if the world would all convert to smokeless tobacco?

Alright. It is 8:30 am and not much funny has happened yet today. Unless you consider the debate that I just had with my friend’s kid about eating Honey Nut Cheerios funny. (I am watching the two older girls of the friend who had baby #3) The kid already ate breakfast before I went and picked her up, but when I gave my daughter, Sophia, some dry cereal in a bowl to snack on while watching cartoons, she wanted some too. So, I gave her the pick from my pantry. She wanted Honey Nut Cheerios. I poured them out into the bowl and handed them to her; for some reason they weren’t what she expected. She said, “I don’t want that kind.” I said,”You just said that you wanted that kind.” She said,”No, I didn’t.” I wanted to say,”Yes, you did”, but I refrained from the debate with a two year old, and started back at square one asking her which kind she would really like. She settled on Frosted Mini Wheats. Thank goodness they were aesthetically pleasing when I handed them to her in that Dora the Explorer Bowl. I made a big deal out of the bowl, when I handed it to her, to take the attention off the cereal, of course.

Well, I was just thinking of another one of my brighter moments, and thought that I would share it here. I think it is pretty funny. Shortly after we moved here to Tennessee, I found myself at a semi-professional football game. My brother-in-law Jordan was playing for this team that he called semi-professional, but it seemed like the league was made up of fat old guys that were reliving their high school glory days. Note: (in case he reads this) Jordan wasn’t old and he was only a little fat back then.

Well, I found myself in the stands with my husband, kids, and in-laws. I was a little shocked that SO many people were smoking in the bleachers. Remember, I am a Western girl. I spent my first 18 years in California and the next 12 in Utah. (both States have clean-air acts) My husband says that in TN many people farm tobacco and a clean air act would never fly. If the amount of people that I see smoking when I am out and about is any kind of indicator, I am sure that my husband is correct. My husband is a native Tennessee-an and like anyone else he is extremely defensive of his native land. So, I really wasn’t enjoying one of my first TN football experiences because of all the cigarette smoke. If this makes me shallow, sorry, I just do not want my children to die from second hand smoke inhalation.

On with the story, the mother of Jordan’s friend was sitting and talking to me. She was so friendly, like most Tennesseans. There is, for the most part, a breathtaking Southern charm here. During the conversation, I got to complaining about all the smoke and the smokers…me and my big mouth (a few weeks later, at the only other game I could stand to attend, we walked by her when she was smoking…she totally tried to hide it from me.) Well, this woman, started telling me about her son and the football team and her daughter that was getting married. I asked what her son did for work. She had mentioned that he was taking a break from college. She replied with,”He has a great job, and although it isn’t a mother’s biggest bragging right…he works for a smokeless tobacco company.”

O.k., so here is the funny part. It displays not only my naivety, but my blonde side also. I got all excited and said,”How cool…they make smokeless tobacco.” She looked astonished and said, “Oh yes, of course.” Now, there was an obvious miscommunication going on. All the time, she was talking about Chewing tobacco (that is the ONLY thing that I had ever heard it called). I thought that the amazing tobacco farmers had come up with some kind of cigarette that could be smoked without giving off any smoke. I was AMAZED and wondered why in the world more Tennesseans wouldn’t use SMOKELESS TOBACCO. Yeah, I know, I am SO funny.