Pete Ashdown and Six Tablespoons of Blood

Pete Ashdown

The other day a friend of ours noticed the Pete Ashdown sign in our yard. (Pete Ashdown is running against Orrin Hatch here in Utah in this year’s race for the US Senate, by the way).

Ashdown doesn’t stand a chance in hell of winning? You know that all these silly Democrats are really fooling themselves if they really think that he does.

Whether he does or he doesn’t stand a chance in hell, don’t you think it is important for someone out there to at least try to break the Orrin Hatch Dynasty? Wouldn’t it suck if everyone just sat on their asses and complacently accepted the status quo? Don’t you think it is important to at least have hope, hope that someday, someone, like Pete Ashdown, may actually defeat Orrin Hatch?

Thankfully, our friend is not someone who takes things sitting down. Instead, he is a person who actually knows how to make change and knows how to get my goat. Nevertheless, his Pete Ashdown vs. Orrin Hatch comments got me thinking. . .

And thinking is all l I have been doing since I saw the empty embryonic sac on my ultra-sound.

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The Last Day

Kindergarten in the SLC
Kindergarten in the SLC

Today was Kyle’s last day of kindergarten. I can’t believe that kindergarten is over. The year has flown by. And as I drove him to school this morning, he became really quiet and sad when he realized that it was his last day.

Mom, it is my last day. I don’t want it to be over.

You see, I was so nervous for him to start. Ask anyone who knows me. I was a mess. I was so nervous for Kyle NOT to go to the neighborhood school. As time went by and we adjusted, everything was good. Sure, he is now kind of out of the loop as far as our neighborhood goes, but maybe that would have happened anyway. He is still sad he doesn’t get to see friends like Harry and Charlie everyday, but this year I think Kyle found a place where he feels safe being himself. Could we ask for more?

So, moments ago, as we met the kids from his class at the park after school, he and his little friend asked us all to stop and pay attention and then they began to sing a made-up song about how they were about to launch their imaginary rocket. I couldn’t have been happier.

Kyle and his friend, Liam, singing in operatic voices: “Parents listen. We are about to launch our rocket…” (the rocket was a little tree, by the way). “Look this way for you will see our rocket launch do dah dee.”

It took a lot of adjusting, but it has been a good year.

Finally able to form complete sentences

Messing with our kids while they sleep.
Messing with our kids while they sleep.

Every time I tried posting this past week, my brain literally stalled out. It has been extremely hard translating the thoughts in my head onto these pages. I have tried many times over the last several days, but each time, I had to stop because my brain hurt.

Alas, I am feeling better. Nine days later, my head still hurts and if you give me your hand I will let you feel the indentation on my skull. Ask Kat, Alan, Dave and my mom (they all felt it) and yes, the depression in my skull is a kind of disconcerting, but what’s a little skull depression now that I am back (I think).

I have missed writing. I have missed reading. I have missed talking in complete and eloquent paragraphs. I pray I have a greater appreciation for neurological conditions. I hope there are no long-lasting affects of my concussion. There were moments when I felt truly sorry for myself and moments when I convinced myself that my concussion was not real, but all in my head [wink]. I am amazed at how much a bump to the noggin can humble a person. I have spent this past week feeling as though I was looking through someone else’s glasses (a little unerving I might add). Because I have two little boys who depend on me, I pushed myself into forming the words and laughing past the millions of times I unintentionally blended every word that came out of my mouth.

“I know I meant to say Urban Outfitters, but isn’t Burbonitters much cuter sounding than Urban Outfitters? Hey, and I bet Bourbon-Knitters would totally serve you booze while you knit, you think?”

Scary stuff.

Thank you everyone for your awesome birthday wishes. You made my year. For your compassionate thoughts regarding my brain trauma, I will always be grateful. I have so much to say and I will say it. I always feel badly when I promise you a story and then I don’t deliver, but I will. Tonight, because I am able to finally write, however, I simply needed to say how glad I am for my brain, how glad I am to be alright and how grateful I am for all of the support I have received. Thank You!

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Happy Birthday, Beth!

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Copyright CrazyUs.com — Easy E and I Mission Beach, San Diego, CA

Isn’t she the greatest mom, ever?

Welcome to the 2006 edition of the Sappiest Tradition Ever (TM), wherein I hijack Beth’s blog to say how great she is. Well, I can’t let this year pass me by, as Beth’s in kind of a rough patch, with her concussion and all. I’ll admit that I’m not the kindliest nursemaid, by any stretch, and she has a tendency to try to tough out her illnesses and injuries and soldier on with her motherly duties, which usually leads me to forget that anything’s wrong. (As for me, I’m a baby, and just refuse to get out of bed when I’m feeling poorly).

What you see up there in that picture isn’t just a rare Kodak moment; it’s an everyday occasion. That look of absolute joy in Eli’s face, and the spark of fun and mischief in Beth’s: that’s just the way it is around here. Kyle and Eli are the luckiest boys in the world.

I just wanted to say how grateful I am for Beth’s devotion to her family, and especially for her understanding and support when it comes to my crazy projects. When I go out and spend $10,000 on power tools and proceed to build a house, spending every weekday, from sunup to sundown up the mountain (something that would send most wives into fits), she supports me 100% (or at least 99). She encourages me to follow my dreams, and does everything in her power to make them come true.

And she’s not only an excellent friend to me, and to the boys, but to so many other people as well. She’s empathetic and giving to a fault, and people are lucky to know her. Happy birthday, sweetie. May there be many more, and I hope I’m with you through them all.

[Please wish Beth Happy Birthday on the Post Below. If I opened comments on this post, they would go to me.]

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Stop Snowing Already!

Spring Snow in the SLC
Spring Snow in the SLC

“Please snow, stop. It has been Spring for nearly a month and you are killing us. We have had enough!”

Every time I pack up our snow boots and winter cloths, it starts all over again. I, for one, have had enough. Do you have any idea what this grey sky is doing for my self-diagnosed SAD? Enough already!

Me processing the snow. Salt Lake City, Utah
Me processing the snow. Salt Lake City, Utah