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What girls discuss

LG was amazing to notice that two of my friends and I were all recently wearing red shoes at a wedding reception. It’s so unlike him to notice anything like that. I felt so “hip” as my friends always look perfectly in style and modern, and I don’t usually care too much about fashion.

I was so excited to be lumped in the same coolness status by my attentive husband, even if the moment only lasted as long as it took to snap a photo. How cool is it that even if I can’t be a size two like the two of them, my feet can look just as good. My feet may have even outdone them in this one instance if I had any kind of pedicure this summer, but hey, a girl can’t have everything.

(look, that is cute Caroline’s foot in my lap)

And just to keep an accurate record, here are the things that I have been discussing with the girls, and NOT blogging about:
canning food, (if I found the time to do it, anyone can)
kids’ recreation, (throw them out on a tennis court with a racket and some balls cause it’s free)
the love a girl has for her sisters, (& how hard it is to be far away from them when crisis occurs)
using whole foods, (who knew you could feed a family solely with rice, beans, and potato pearls?)
literature, (I want to go back to school, so I can sound smarter on this subject)
how to make money on youtube, (be lucky)
sewing, (it can be a little tricky)
most husbands can’t grocery shop (but some can and do every month),
werewolves vs. vampires, (I love me a werewolf)
cooking from scratch, (it’s not fun to do all of the time)
art, (it’s awesome and even more awesome if you can create it yourself)
living within our means, (what do you do when your means is nothing?)
the crappiness of feeling crappy while pregnant, (no, I am not announcing anything)
no husband knows his wife’s social security number by heart, (what’s up with that – they can tell you what team won the SuperBowl, The World Series, and the NBA Finals every year since before they were born)
the deliciousness we call chocolate, (ooo..what do you do if you have to choose between the ice- cream kind or the cheesecake kind?)
being educated and poor in today’s economy, (another stifling and confusing concept)
couponing, (as a direct result of that last one)
microwaves in school cafeterias, (why doesn’t every school have one?)
and last but not least,
the black hole we all call facebooking. (why does it have to be so time consuming?)
I think I have almost pulled myself out, so I hope to get back to blogging something more interesting. Until then, I will be thanking God for all my friends who wear red shoes, and even you boring ones who don’t.
As I have been paying closer attention to real life (and not my cyber one) and the blessings I receive, I have noticed that a lot of what I need comes from the hands of my gal pals….Thanks to all of you for being so awesome and supportive.
Have you had any interesting discussion topics with the girls lately?

Who’s your nut?

I admit it, I am definitely the nut of the family.
My family is mostly nutty with a few sweets,
but somehow I am still the nuttiest
It wasn’t until I got married that I realized that not all families are nutty.
I often ask myself how a girl like me married into a family that’s just sweet?
They never really had any nuts before I joined.
Oh yeah, except for Uncle Dirk.
I love Uncle Dirk.
His family has made me feel right at home from the very beginning.
My love for the Dirk’s nutty Golds was solidified forever
the day I honeymooned in their trailor.

Here is Uncle Dirk.

Oh look, Dirk’s family looks so sweet.

Then all HECK broke loose.
At least they let him blow the candle out first.
(We may be nutty, but at least we’re sober.)
It’s no wonder that Catherine fits right in the nutty family too.
Look at the joy on her face as she smears her brother in law.
Take that Grant.
Not so fast Jarrett.
Oh yeah. You forgot I have the headlock.
And you must have forgot my black belt in cake karate.
But look whose laughing.
And
They still love each other.
Because
that’s what nutty families do best.

It’s all how you look at it.

Caroline is 4 weeks already. I can’t believe it.

Here was my mommy conversation with my 7 year old the other day.

Sophia: “Mom, Caroline is so so smart.”

Me: “I know, all my girls are smart. Why do you think she is smart?”

Sophia: “Oh it’s so easy. She already learned how to cross her eyes. It took me forever to learn how to do that.”

All of my older girls have been in heaven for the past week while Uncle Jordan’s family has been visiting. There is a younger kid around for each of them to have one to themselves at all times.

I love America

A while back the Reader’s Digest was all about what we love about America. The issue included a contest to see who could capture in six words the heart of why we love America.

I can only remember one of the winning entries. I guess it was the one that resonated with me the most.

America: everyone I love lives here.

We have several very loved family members and friends out of the country. But truly the ones I love the most are right here with me in the walls of the home photographed above.

Although there are so many awe-inspiring things to love about my country like freedom, justice, the pursuit of happiness, the American dream, and the Grand Canyon, I am not embarrassed to say that I think I love my family even more.

Yes, I would love my country without them, but the Americans in my own household are what I truly love most about America.

What’s not to love?

facebook

My brother Adam has been guilting me about it for over a year.

I had been a member about four years ago, but it was back in prehistoric times and wasn’t that exciting when it only included a couple of moms from church. (no offense to you moms)

So, I got a rare e-mail from a high school friend Shelly. She just had her first baby.

I wanted to comment on cute little Carlos. No, I NEEDED to comment. He is adorable and this mom HAD to tell that mom.

The next thing I know, I am SUCKED in. I mean, like I have been at my computer for two days straight. It’s a really good thing that I have a newborn to blame for my inproductivity! (Sorry honey…no dinner again…she’s just been so fussy all day)
Besides getting a sweet message from my first kiss, (If you are reading, you made my hubby cringe with your sweetness) (And LG, you know, I only have eyes for you!) I found another awesome find today.

It’s a blog by two friends from High School. I loved this post by Chelsea about the Current Top 10 kids books. You all know how I love to read. And Where The Wild Things is my favorite of all time.

And on a sidenote. It’s amazing how after almost 20 years, you can still share so much in common with classmates. Does this sentence from their “about” page not just sound like I could have written it:
“They love being a mom but have no problem admitting it’s hard.”

O.k. I admit it.

I cried when I watched this with my kids on Saturday.

LG made fun of me during Sunday School yesterday

while he explained that just because one has emotion

it doesn’t mean that they are feeling The Spirit.

I would like to make an argument that it could have been

The Spirit

and not just my well of tears that we call mother’s emotion.

Galations 5:22-23

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith,
Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law.

I was feeling love for Michael Jackson.

I was feeling joy in knowing that back in the day,

all those artists gave to the greater good.

I was feeling peace, thinking back on simpler times we called the 80’s.

I was feeling longsuffering because let’s face it, that diamond studded glove can really make one suffer in pain wondering what’s the point.

I was feeling gentleness as I explained for the 20th time how amazing was the phenomenon of We Are The World.

How can one not feel faith at the lyrics:

“As God has shown us, by turning loaf to bread.”

Especially when the voice singing is Willie Nelson?

And now I am tired and don’t want to think too hard of meekness or temperance.

But, I am sure that I could come up with something.

If I knew that I was going to have to defend my tears

in Sunday School next week.

Consider this a warning for ratting me out LG.

Cheap Entertainment
Yep, us and our girls, we were all still partying last night.

There was none of this.

Or this.

Or this.


There was only this.

Thank you
Grandma and Grandpa Gold.

We love your music.
It’s as if you saved the collection just for us.
Because you knew we wouldn’t be able to
afford to go to Chuck E. Cheese.
Because those tokens are a whole lot more than $1.89!
This one was one of the night’s favorites.
When the girls stopped dancing and started
dressing up like mom, the party suddenly came to a close.
I have no idea why.
I thought Abigail did a great job of imitating me.
Here she is taking pictures for the blog.

Bella was really the most accurate though.
I spend all my time in my robe and baseball cap.


We can’t wait for Sunday.

Tomorrow night, I am pulling out the piano music of
“We Are The World”.
And we will move on to a new decade.
The one owned by the late Michael Jackson.

He’s an adjective.
He’s doting
Me: “C’mon girls, help me come up with adjectives for dad.”
Girls: “O.k.”
Abigail says, “Ooo ooo, I got it. Ah man, the word is on the tip of my tongue.”
Me: “What does the word describe?”
Abigail: “You know, stuffing your face with hotdogs.”
Me: “Gluttonous”
Abigail: “What does gluttonous mean?”
Me: (referring to the dictionary)
“One who eats too much.”
Abigail: “Yeah, that’s the word.”
I was thinking more along the lines of outdoorsy,
but I guess gluttonous will do.
(Thanks for all the campfires LG…
and the hotdogs)

Abigail: “Electronic – ee”


Sophia says “Happy”


Sophia says, “Sporty”
How about retired? (from coaching that is)
This man has seen enough pink soccer balls to last a lifetime.
Abigail says, “Seriously.”

Bella: “Too much cents.”
Or maybe she meant “too much sense.”
Either works.

Abigail says, “Like father, like daughter.”
(You have to understand that Bella is the chip connoisseur at our house)


Bella: “Love- ish”
Me: “You mean loving?”
Bella: “Yeah.”

Metrosexual.
(The kids all look at me in awe because I just said the word sex)
Beachy?
Sophia agrees.


Engaged.
(The kids are losing interest in my game)

Interested.
Abigail wants to prove that she isn’t losing interest.
She says that this should be
“O.k. Bella, o.k., I heard you the first time.”

Abigail says, “Freakishly weird.”
I was thinking more along the lines of
Cooperative.


He’s the leader, but that’s not an adjective.

How about trusted?

Tender.


Abigail says, “Focused.”
Accurate.


Cuddly.

Picture perfect.
This one is for Cally because she said that Conan was perfect
and I don’t want LG to be outdone.


I say sensitive.
Abigail says “Sensitive Four Eyes.”


Abigail says, “French…or not.”
“His name is French.”
She must be listening.
How many times have I said it?
“His name is LeGrand, it’s French, it means The Big.”
Or the best interpretation: “The Big and the Mighty.”


And lastly,
Completely unique, never to be duplicated, and certainly not cloned.

I love you LeGrand.
Words just don’t do justice in telling how wonderful you are as a father.
Apparently, pictures don’t do it either.
Sorry.
Next year I’ll try to be as sweet as Cally.
This year it’s just a good thing I finally finished this post after a week.
I love love love love LOVE you!
Happy Belated Father’s Day.