Tuesday, December 30, 2008

P.S.

Have I mentioned how much I love my IPOD Classic that Santa left?

Man, I love that guy!

Saturday, December 27, 2008

2009 is a comin'

I honestly can't wait for New Year's Eve!

We are going to Idaho with Lil' A so she can ring in the new year with another horse ride and visit with her calf "Curly".

We'll ring in the new year with a the Wilson girls which I can't wait for. The highlight of our party is when we sit down that evening with paper, crayons and a paper shredder. This is how it works:

  • Amid a lot of laughter...we each draw pictures of all of the things in the year that we didn't like...that we are going to get rid of. (I've been formulating my list for weeks)
  • After we are all done, we consolidate our pictures and go through them together as a team. Each person has to explain their picture and why they drew it.
  • Together, we shred the papers into a big garbage sack.
  • At 12:00am we run around the yard screaming like wild banshees...hitting our pots and pans...and throwing our confetti high into the are, ringing in a new year and starting a new beginning.

Out with the old...in with the new!

This is a great tradition that the girls remember and look forward to each year. They still remember what we shred last year...so that shows what an impression it makes.

I like to think of it as our New Year's Support Group. Works better than therapy!

And is a lot cheaper too...

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Number 1...

(Confession: Conveniently this is my #1 every year.)


The Christ Child


This is the Reason for the Season.

He is the source of all of my gratitude and why I am journaling it on my blog this month.

He is the reason why I always campaigned to be Mary in The Nativity each year when I was a little girl.

He is the reason why I now love to direct my own favorite tradition of The Nativity each year on Christmas Eve. I don't know if my flock of sheep always get it... or if my donkey "Tigger" always gets it...but each year I know that Mary will. I know that because I always select her from an eager group of little Wilson Clan girls who are all campaigning for the role. Sometimes we do the play more than once...each time with a different Mary.

He is one of the reasons why I was so excited when I originally looked at the calendar and did the math with Colton. I thought that this year we could finally stop using a doll for Baby Jesus. In the end, I guess this fits even better.

He is the reason why I tear up listening to Breath of Heaven...and looking at the plastic camels pointed northward on the City Hall snow covered lawn.

He is the reason why I am thankful for everything that I have each year...why I document these Reasons for the Season as part of an annual tradition... and why I love Christmas so very much.

Christ is Christmas.

Hopefully as you gather around friends and family this year... enjoying your own nativity play... you too remember the real joy of this time of year.

Christ.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Number 2...


I love this guy. More than a little. More than a lot!

He's my Mr. Thompson.

3 years+ ago, I knew that he was God's greastest gift to me. That is something which has only strengthened with time. Lucky me.

Mr. Thompson and I play a little game when I travel out of town. I hide "reasons why I love you..." notes everywhere. I keep hiding them and he keeps finding them.

I opened his drawer the other day and found where he's been saving them. Here are a few of them (randomly)...

Reason #6 - You make me feel safe. I love you!

Reason #18 - You open doors for me. I like that a lot...

Reason #9 - I laugh so much when I am with you.

Reason # 27 - Your dimples are cute...but sets. Remember, I love you!

Reason # 3- You are a great dad. Abbi laughs with you and I love your giggles. Both of them.

Reason # 43 - You can read me mind. How do you do that?! (What am I thinking now? Yep you got it - I love you!)


Reason #4 - You hold me when I cry even when I am a messy crier.

Reason #38 - I know that you won't ask my dad for a "refund". Because you honestly don't want one...

I'm on Reason #64 and my list keeps growing.

Lucky me, indeed!

Monday, December 22, 2008

Number 3...

Number 3...


"The surest way to have heaven in your home...is to have someone from your home in heaven."

I'll leave it at that.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Number 7...6...5...4...

Number 7...
Platt
Meet Noelle (aka: Sister Platt; ...or just Platt; Waldo). I remember the first time that I "officially" met this dear friend. It was Dyker Heights... in Brooklyn, New York... and for some reason I went to the Sister's pad (NYC lingo for apartment)... for a sleepover. For the sake of this story and public knowledge...let's say that we were having a street sweep (NYNYS lingo for approaching strangers in the streets) the next day. I don't know, maybe that really was the reason.

Anyway, I was there playing a game with Hermana's Razy and Verue...and I vividly remember a game with the three of us slapping cards on our foreheads... and Platt sitting in the bed/chair (some questionable contraption they got from the street garbage) next to us laughing. I immediately liked this girl! I don't know why but I had this misconception about Platt being serious. Not that night. She was F.U.N.! From the point forward... I secretly hoped that I would get to live with her (serving as comps was out of the question unless I flunked out of the Spanish program).

Fast forward a few months....I got called to be a Sister Trainer over the Spanish Hermanas (President Croft's idea of a joke)...and moved to Jamaica, Queens to live with the English Sister Trainer...who was Platt! From that point forward, she was one of my dearest friends. Man, we had some great times.

10 years later...we're still having great times. I love this lady! She has been the truest of friends and continues to inspire me every day.

Consequently, my BIG SCOTTISH family loves her too. My Grandma asks about her every time I see her and my dad lovingly calls her Waldo.

Luckily, I call her friend.



Number 6...
Krazy Razy

Meet Karen (aka: Hermana Razy; ...or just Razy; or just Krazy; ....or just Krazy Razy). I love this picture of my dear mission and life buddy Razy. It just proves what I knew all along...that she was going to make a great mother some day. She's proved me right!

I met "officially" met Razy when I got transferred to Corona, Queens in Rego Park. We lived together in an apartment which was no more than 400 square feet...with 6 other sister missionaries. It was the most fun that I'd ever had because Holo and Verue were two of those other sisters. The four of us had a blast...and somehow still got a lot of missionary work done.

Razy
saved me from killing Hermana Nielson. Then the next month she saved me again when I was assigned to the training role of a "greenie" (NYNYS lingo for new missionary). This wasn't just any "greenie" either. President Croft put it this way when I begged him a month later for a transfer (this was right after she ditched me at the Laundromat and ran away for the day). He said, (and I quote) "Hermana Wilson I can't transfer you because frankly there is no one else that I can put Hermana "X " with (for the sake of this story we will keep it anonymous) because frankly....nobody else can handle her. Can you imagine her with Hermana "Y" (my previous companion)...or Hermana "Z" (another anonymous sister)? She would eat them alive! No, you're it. I like to think of Hermana "X" as an untamed filly (young horse). If anyone can break her...it will be you!"

Razy
was my saving grace during those months because I swear that I was a thread away from murder. She was also training a "greenie" so she was out of the running for taming my "filly" companion ... but you know how they say that God doesn't close a door without opening a window?

Razy was my window.

I love this lady!


Number 5...
Katie Jo

Meet Katie Jo (aka: Kate; Katie; Katie Jo and her Cat). She's my old Red Cross pal. We are bonded through Crazy Like A Rox. During my first year with the Red Cross I met Katie when our Director, Crazy Like A Rox, hired this wonder child to take care of all our problems... all of Holly and my problems to be more exact. It was true. She did. All except one....

You see, Crazy Like A Rox was our #1. Even though she was a "Wonder Child"...she couldn't solve that one! But that's okay because we now have a lifetime of things to laugh about. All of which are associated with our boss Roxana.

I love this picture of her because it really shows her personality. Aggie sweatshirt of course (she works at USU)... a peace sign (she believes in world peace)...and a big tree (because she is an environmentalist). Just kidding. Katie is a card holding NRA member. About 7 years into our friendship I discovered that she owned a big gun and shot elk.

That's just one of the few things I love about her!

She's always surprising me...


Number 4...
Holly
Meet Holly (aka: The Princess). She would get me into trouble at the Red Cross. I'm still suprised that Crazy Like A Rox didn't fire us...but she couldn't... because we ran that joint and kept her honest (or at least tried).

What I love most about Holly is that she pitched the biggest fit in Washington DC when we went on a "work trip" and played homeless... after our boss couldn't mooch people for free food, shelter and cab fare. Holly called her dad and I think they threatened a lawsuit. I don't care what they did...it landed me in a hotel and that was enough to solidify my devotion for life.

Now she can't get rid of me. I'm like her dog.

Fast forward a few years and she ironically moves to Nampa...becomes a ward missionary...in my beloved Clay-Baby's ward...and activates his family....helping to a) marrying my brother to his non-legal wife of 15 years (Trust me- I tried EVERYTHING!)...b) baptizes said wife (when she really was his wife. Trust me - I tried EVERYTHING!)...c) baptizes my favorite niece Lenard... d) and Anna Banana my other favorite niece... e) helps get them to the temple so their family could be sealed together...forever.

I'll never be able to repay her for that. Now she really can't get rid of me. I really am her dog.

Forever.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Number 10...9...8

Sorry - I had to call another "time-out" due to Mr. Thompson's pneumonia and trip to the Emergency Room. The darn boy has coughed so bad.... that he has broken ribs and separated cartilage/muscles from his chest wall. Silly Mr. Thompson! Poor chap is in a lot of pain...

But my "Reasons for the Season" gratitude countdown must continue...


Number 10...

Vive the New York New York South mission! They were the best of times...and the worst of times (worst meaning hardest). I remember when I made the decision to serve a mission everyone (except a handful of people including my parents) claimed that I couldn't/shouldn't serve a mission because... I wasn't "the missionary type".

12 years later, I'm still trying to figure out what that statement meant. If they were saying that I wasn't a "Molly" then I'll graciously say thank you because that is what allowed me to more effectively walk the streets of NYC and understand the people that I served. With the exception of that drunk Puerto Rican who kept Hermana Mann and I hostage in his apartment for 6 hours...and Dinora's (investigator) husband who beat her in our presence...and Doralyce's (convert) husband who gave her and her son (she was pregnant) AIDS through his unfaithfulness...I truly loved all of the people I met.

One guy called me "La Rockera" (the rocker) and another told me in the street one day "that ol' Joe Smith would be rolling in his grave if he saw you. You are much too sexy to be a Mormon missionary". Bless that man!

I learned my biggest life lessons, strengthened a testimony of my religion, and met my truest friends.

Vive NYNYS!


Number 9...

Eight is Enough!

Confession: Growing up I hated being from a big family. I had a secret wish that it would have just been Bart and I instead of all the others. Oh the stupidity of youth...

I love my BIG FAT SCOTTISH family! I love that there are eight of us...that these eight have a bazillion little children (okay - slight exaggeration as there are only 25) ...and that these eight are so flippin' different.

Number 8...

Testimony

The church is true. Families can be together forever. Amen

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Number 11...

Mia & Me



Hollywood got that Marley & Me thing all wrong. It's really Mia & Me.

The Story


Broken-hearted and unsure of her preparedness in raising children, Mrs. Thompson confesses her fears to her husband who comes up with the perfect solution. The Thompsons should get a puppy. "There's nothing to it," says Mrs. Thompson. "You walk 'em. You feed 'em, you let them out now and then."

Then came Mia.

The Thompsons find a tiny cute 10 pound Chocolate Labrador on KSL, who in no time at all, grows into a 75-pound (not yet fully grown!) steamroller of unbridled energy that turns the Thompson's new home upside down. She pees on the carpet, chews up the sprinkler system, consumes flowers, demolishes the vegetable garden, barfs on the bed, and steals a steak out of Mr. Thompson's hand at the dinner table. Even a newly trimmed Christmas tree isn't safe from Mia's voracious antics.

Amidst the mayhem she generates through her first seven months, Mia sees the Thompsons through the ups and downs of family life. As the Thompsons come to realize, Mia - the world's worst dog - somehow brings out the best of them.

This Christmas, heel the love.

Number 14...13...12...

Wow - I'm behind! Don't worry, this usually happens in my journal too...

Number 14...

If You're Last Name Is Wilson...

Meet my brother Clay-Baby...his wife Brown Sugar...and their children Lenard, Banana, Baby-Bear, and Boo.

I love them.

When I am in Nampa with family there is always a bazillion children running around. If I'm babysitting (such a funny word) and need action from these four little ladies (who I am generally responsible for even when their parents are present!) all I have to holler is, "If your last name is Wilson..."

If your last name is Wilson...please find your shoes.

If your last name is Wilson...come down from the top of that tree!

If your last name is Wilson...find your way to my car.

If your last name is Wilson...remember I love you!

Works every time. Having only one brother with children close is so easy...

And they're cute too!


Number 13...

Good Books


Have any suggestions?

Number 12...

Christmas Cheer


I love this time of year!

Last night I braved icy roads and when to the craft store (4 of them to be exact) in search for a $3 item that would make my "looks like Christmas threw up" house complete (direct quote from Mr. Thompson). Only in America would we spend $20 in gas looking for a $3 item...

Anyway, I didn't find what I was looking for, but I sure did have a great time! Now, I've officially finished decorating my house (it's been a 3 week project) and am sitting here...sipping yummy wassail....next to my Christmas tree...with a big fat smile on my face.

I love Christmas.

And yes, I do believe.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Number 18...17...16...15...

Number 18...

My Job

Ha! Funny that I just drew that one after returning from an out of town trip. Actually I love my job. It challenges me...and I love a good challenge! I work with outstanding people, have the best staff, get to carpool to work with my hubbie and truly enjoy doing what I do. Being a recipient gives me an added perspective so this year I am not only grateful for a great job...but one that truly makes a difference. This holiday season, donate blood!


Number 17...

My Parents

Cliff and Peg. I love them. Them's good people!

Number 16...

My House


You should see my house right now. Aaron says that it "looks like Christmas threw up". I like to think that it looks lovely....

I'd snap a photo but my camera broke. (hint hint Santa Claus).


Number 15...

Alta


Viva La Alta! I can't wait for this year's wipe outs...


(Please notice my ski buddy...Cody...laughing in the background. Typical!)

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Time Out

I'd like to call a "time out". I'm traveling in Portland this week...and my laptop crashed (again). Numbers 18, 17 and 16...will be coming at you shortly.

Stay tuned...

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Number 19...

Health

How funny that I drew this one today...when I'm feeling under the weather. I've had this croupy cold for the last week and today it kept me in bed. I'm traveling for business this week and wondering how on earth I'm going to make a 5 hour drive to St. George in the morning...and then board a flight to Portland tomorrow night.

Drugs.

Tylenol
Cold is my new best friend. I highly recommend it.

It helps keep me humble. Besides my annual flu/cold which I get every year despite a flu shot...I have little to complain about. That was most apparent in the first three months of the year as I went (sometimes daily) to the Huntsman Cancer Center for my IV treatments. Watching all of those people...young and old...shuffle in for their cancer treatments gave me such a gratitude for my good health. What's a little cold compared to that?

Nothing

For that, I'm grateful.

(haaaaah...chu!)

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Number 20...

My Sister "Lynny-Ka-Lu Lu"

I love my sister. Although all of my siblings are pretty cool...I owe something special to this little angel because I was brutally cruel to her growing up. Why?

We shared a room.

For that, I roller skated over her arm fracturing it...and then pushed her down the stairs for the final break.

She wouldn't let me sign her cast.

So I told her that I had x-ray vision and could see through her clothes (not a nice thing to do to a chubby girl).

That always made her cry.

Since I was such a rotten younger sister...I've spent the better part of adulthood trying to make it up to her.

I love you Lynny-Ka-Lu Lu. Forgive me?

Friday, December 5, 2008

Number 21...

My Chi


I really don't mind if you hum Carly Simon's "You're So Vain" while you read this...

Two quote my dear friend Katie Jo (and her cat)...there have been three things which have totally changed my life. 1. The Gospel... 2. the IPOD... 3. The Chi.

She told me that over a year ago so I decided to steal Mr. Thompson's IPOD (erasing all his ITUNES and replacing them with my own - he wasn't happy!)...and ask Santa for the CHI. Santa decided to go to Nordstom's Rack because Katie Jo said that they had this very expensive flat iron on sale for 1/2 price. Santa got it...and when I opened it...1) it didn't work...2) it was dirty with hair that wasn't mine. I promptly took it back to Nordstom's where they apologetically told me that they mistakenly sold Santa a return. Unfortunately, they didn't have anymore CHIs in stock.

I cried.

So Santa felt bad and bought me the non-sale version. I didn't think he would ever do it but he shelled out $150 for the CHI...and boy was it was worth it!

Shallow as it may sound, The Chi has changed my life.

For that, I am grateful.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Number 22...

Butch

One of the things which made Aaron laugh really hard lately is when he caught me on the computer looking at my parent's pasture via Google Earth....looking to see if my 100 year old horse Butch was still alive. Happily, he is!

The story started something like this:

Growing up I was often shipped to my grandparents ranch...the Diamond A...a lot (that's what happens when you misbehave for babysitters!). There, I roamed like a wild banshee. My cousin Buster (yes that's really his name) and I usually got in a lot of trouble. There was a lot of land to do that on...since the ranch straddled the Idaho/Nevada boarder 25 miles in one direction...and 40 in the other.

Anyway....my grandpa had a good friend named Johnny and Johnny had a beautiful young horse name Butch. He looked like Black Beauty and ran the mountains like the Black Stallion. One year when I was about 10 I think...Johnny and my grandpa went hunting in the mountains on the ranch...and Johnny had a heart attack which killed him. His wife, gave Butch to my grandpa. My grandpa loved Butch a lot, probably because he loved his friend Johnny.

That's where I enter the picture. I went...I saw...I fell in love. Gone were the days of roaming the ranch as I didn't go beyond the meadow or corral (depending on where Butch was) on my visits. Horse on the brain.

Then I turned into a rotten teenager. When I was 14...my uncle showed up at my parent's house with a horse trailer. In it...was my Butch.

That was 20 years ago and I love him just as much as a 100 year old horse...as I did when I was 10. He's not as quick as the Black Stallion anymore...and his black coat is no longer as vibrant as Black Beauty's...but I love him just the same.

My siblings will tell you that I'm spoiled...but that's not what happened. I just fell in love with a horse named Butch.

Luckily, my grandpa noticed.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Number 23...

Being a "Stepmom"

"Stepmoms" kind of get a bad wrap. I know...because I am one. I'm actually grateful for it because I love watching Mr. Thompson as a dad. He's a great one! Actually I don't have it bad because Mr. Thompson's Lil' A doesn't refer to me as her "stepmom"....she actually just calls me..."J.J."...just like 23 of her new cousins.

I love it.

I love her.

Because Aaron loves her...and that makes it easy!

Last week we took her to Idaho for her first Thanksgiving with my family and you would have thought that she was going to the moon. She was so excited...feeding baby calves...riding horses...playing with 5 little girl cousins her same age...calling my parents "grandma" and "grandpa" (her choice)...and laughing when "grandpa" called her "Fred" (he has pet names for everyone!).

Yes, being a "step" anything is pretty cool...especially if it means being a...."J.J.".

Abbi feeding "Curly"...a one week old baby calf.

Abbi riding "Soupey"...for the much anticipated horse ride (which she's been talking about constantly for 6 good months!). I have never heard her laugh and giggle like she did when my niece Kindee took her galloping off. Pure bliss for this 7 year old!

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Number 24...

When I was a child money was hard to come by. Luckily, I had parents who taught their children the value of hard work so from the time I was eight years old...I began working very hard to earn money. It started with 4-H and I vividly remember that when that check would come at the end of each summer...I thought that I had all the money in the world. I counted, admired, and polished each coin carefully. When Sunday came, I would reluctantly put my 10 percent into the tithing slip to pay my tithing. As hard as it was to surrender my precious dollars to the bishop, I still remember now how good I felt after it was done for being obedient to the Lord and to the parents who taught me.
When Mr. Thompson and I were married in Hawaii, our kindred spirit "Bishop K" married us and told us that if we would faithfully pay an honest tithing, the Lord would bless our marriage and it would be the best investment that we could ever make.
It's true.

Number 25...

My little sister Becca Boo.

If you know my little sister you know that she is spunky...funny....outspoken...strong...a wonderful mother...and one of the most giving people that I know. As with most sisters, we haven't always seen eye to eye (she's taller) but she's always been someone that I've been incredibly proud of.

During our lowest point this year she was the first person that Aaron called in the middle of the night and there was a reason for that. In our fog, Aaron called her because he knew that she would be there in a flash and would help us make some of the most important decisions of our life. In my weakest moments it has been her strength and testimony which I've been able to lean on...countless times...and for that I'm eternally grateful.

She is honest...she is good...she is my little sister...and I love her!

Thanks Becca.

The Reasons for the Season

If you know my mother...you know that she loves the holiday season! I'm a pretty big fan myself which I guess I get it from her. Like mom....I relish every moment of hanging garland, stringing lights, traipsing through the woods in search of the perfect tree and all of the other simple pleasures that go along with this magical time of year.

One of the things that helps my December be so great, is a little tradition I have with myself. Each day in the month of December I write in my gratitude journal about 25 gifts from God for which I am most grateful...building up to a gift that I will give to Him on Christmas Day which is my focus for the next year (my New Years Resolution of sorts). I put a lot of thought into it...wrapping that gift in a box and opening it up on the next Christmas (with hopes that I've been at least a little successful).

This was always something that my mother would do with us on Christmas Eve and building on that lovely tradition with my gratitude journal is one of the highlights of my year. It helps me be mindful and grateful for all that I have been given and really helps me keep the spirit and stay focused on what is important to me during the holiday season.

Since I am blogging this year...I've decided to post my entries here (in no particular order because I draw one out of a box each day for reflection).

Happy Holidays!

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Afterglow

Last night was the best night of my life. Ever! I mean it. I swear I do.

Why was last night the best night of my life, you ask? Well, if you have been paying any attention to my blog...you will know that Coldplay came to town. My favorite band. Ever! I mean it. I swear I do.

Mr. Thompson danced next to me (probably because the Utes beat BYU...which he was watching from his cell phone during the opening band/subliminal messaging act). And he is sure that this is copyright infringement but why stop with my blog header? I figure while they said no video recorders or cameras... they didn't say anything about cell phones. So here are some of the highlights from our seats last night. Enjoy! I swear you will.

Viva La Vida Live from Salt Lake City (11/22/08)


42! (Which is also my dad's cattle brand....hummmmm...coincidence? I think not!)






Viva La Vida!




Fix You! (One of my favs)



Politik!




Yellow!




Cemeteries of London!




The Hardest Part!




Lovers in Japan!




Clocks!




Violet Hill!



Coldplay going into the crowd...



Don't be alarmed if you see me in the same shirt for a while. Mr. Thompson sprang for a Viva La Vida T-shirt....

What's this foolishness about celebrity stalking?!?!?!

Saturday, November 22, 2008

I've Been Tagged...Again!

Since my old missionary pal Karen "Krazy Razy" has put another "tagged" curse on me...I guess I better play along so yet another plague doesn't threaten to befall my house.

Krazy's Curse:

Seven Things I Can Do

  1. Drive well in urban and international settings (loved driving in Scotland on the other side of the car and street!)
  2. Laugh
  3. Engage strangers in conversation
  4. Play a good joke on Clay-baby
  5. Make Tigger furious by the mere mention of "calf pens on veal farms" (after all...baby calves can only grow as big as their environment so the fact that they put them in small pens on veal farms....for long periods of time...and then harvest them for veal... is unpardonable!). Gets him going EVERY time!
  6. Beat my ma at Canasta
  7. Love people who the world sometimes gives up on.

Seven Things I Can Not Do

  1. Any type of creative/artsy craft
  2. Scrapbook
  3. Cook
  4. Sew
  5. Cry
  6. Not laugh at inopportune times
  7. Have patience
Seven Things That Attract Me To Mr. Thompson (I like this one!)
  1. He loves me even though I can't cook...sew...scrapbook...do crafts...cry...not laugh at inopportune times...and have patience.
  2. He's my #1 supporter in my career, always encouraging and never criticizing!
  3. Believes that my success is his success (and vice versa) in all things.
  4. Has the cutest dimples.
  5. Is a great dad.
  6. Can make everyone laugh...including me.
  7. Loves to hold me.
Seven Things I Say Most Often
  1. Oh my hell!
  2. For the love...
  3. Gay Bob
  4. Are you freakin' kidding me?!
  5. "You did then what you knew how to do. When you know better...you do better." So...now you know!"
  6. It's okay to be mad...it's not okay to be mean!
  7. I'm sorry.
Seven Celebrity Admirations (this is a stretch for me because I really don't admire most traditional "celebrities"...)
  1. Gandhi (he was one if you think about it!)
  2. Mother Teresa (so was she!)
  3. Victor Hugo (for writing a hellava book - that made him a celebrity, right?!)
  4. Joseph Smith (sure he was a prophet but since he's in American History textbooks...doesn't that qualifiy him as a celebrity of sorts too?!)
  5. Barack Obama (McCain made the celebrity status accusation so he must count...)
  6. Tom Cruise (not my favorite actor but he stands by his religion and wacky ways despite unpopular criticism. Gotta admire that!)
  7. My grandpa Owen J. Barton. He is in the Cowboy Poet Hall of Fame...and will always be my most favorite "celebrity".

Seven Favorite Foods

  1. Floutas
  2. Tacos
  3. Cody's Deep Fried Turkey (from the turkey fryer I bought him!)
  4. Clay's Grilled Kabobs
  5. The Wilson Brother's Elk Jerky (secret spices)
  6. Hagen Daus Chocolate Peanut Butter ice cream
  7. Sayid's New York Italian Pizza (made by my favorite middle easterner. Only in America!)
Seven People I'm Tagging
  1. Katie Jo
  2. Becky
  3. Holly
  4. Noelle
  5. Julie
  6. Alisa
  7. Kati

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Viva La Coldplay!

I'm so excited! For 3 months I have patiently been waiting for the concert experience of my lifetime. My favorite band, Coldplay...is coming to town! I know every Chris Martin song by heart and plan on singing my lungs out from my floor seat (which Mr. Thompson still doesn't know how much I paid for). Viva La Vida!

Speaking of Mr. Thompson....I don't think that he has put 2 and 2 together enough to realize that he will miss the Utah vs. BYU game... so if anyone has any pointers on how I can break that news to him...I could use it! I've dropped every hint imaginable since learning kickoff is at 4pm. I had planned on using my "if you really love me..." but totally exhausted that option with the drink of water I had him fetch at 3:00am this morning. (Clearly, I should have thought that wifely trick through a little more closely!)

Viva La Coldplay!

Monday, November 17, 2008

Calling All Angels

I was reading through my journal last night and I ran across something my sister said to me in the hospital...

"The closest thing to having heaven in your home...is to have part of your home in heaven."

That's a nice thought. It helps get me through.

Why I'm on the subject of my little angel....most of you didn't have the opportunity to attend our memorial service but sometime I want to share with you the song that my sister sang. Somehow she always finds the perfect words. For that I love her.

It helps get me through.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

The Gas Watcher - Jackpot!


"A failure is a man who has blundered but is not
capable of cashing in on the experience"

$2.08

9 cents and counting... (11/11/08)

(p.s. wish you all could have seen Mr. Thompson...who filled up the gas tank at $2.17 feeling like it was Christmas...only to drive back by about an hour later and have it dropped to $2.08. We might need a good doctor by the time this is all over!)


$2.03

4 cents and counting...
(11/12/08)


$1.97

Jackpot!
(11/14/08)

Mr Thompson called me with the news today (I'm in Idaho). I thought that was pretty big of him (Katie Jo must have put the pressure on with her insider comment). Don't worry y'all...I'll honk and wave as scoot through town on my pink scooter!

Sunday, November 9, 2008

52 Cents and Counting

I have the pleasure of driving to work with my Mr. Thompson every morning. Along the way, we have a conversation very similar from the previous days..weeks...and months. As we come within about a block of our neighborhood gas station, it most recently goes something like this...

Mr. Thompson: Oh my hell! Does that sign really say $2.51?
Me: Yes...looks like it does.
Mr. Thompson: You've got to be kidding! It's dropped 12 cents since yesterday!
Me: Yes...looks like it has.

Mr. Thompson: Yesterday it was $2.63!

Me: Yes...it was.

Mr. Thompson: We are so desensitized! Those damn oil companies raise the prices so high despite record profits....and we are so shocked and outraged! Then when prices start dropping below $3.00 a gallon we are desensitized enough that we feel like it's Christmas for $2.51! I remember a time that prices were topping a dollar and I didn't know how I was going to fill up my tank with such high prices! Then we hit almost $4.00 a gallon this summer and you remember what that was like! Now...it's drops to $2.51 and I feel like I should be grateful. We are so desensitized! I hate politicians. I hate oil companies. I hate OPEC! Those Saudi Arabians make me feel like I should go and kiss someone.....

If it drops below $2.00 a gallon...I'll give you anything you want!

Me: Anything I want?


Pink scooter it is.

Who would have thought that Mr. Thompson would be so passionate about the price of petro?! Just to keep that promise fresh in his mind...on our way home I'll start predicting a price increase/decrease about a mile from the gas station. Without fail he'll get on his soap box and continue his animated tirade from that morning about how desensitized we all are. He'll then update me on OPEC and barrel prices of crude oil which he has monitored throughout the day. I don't understand a lot of it but this much I do understand: I've gone from my Mr. Thompson having a heart attack as prices skyrocketed this summer... to offering me anything I want as prices drop this fall.

For that, I am grateful.

The way I see it...OPEC might be the ticket to my pink scooter! 52 cents and counting....

Thursday, November 6, 2008

I've Been Tagged...

Since Noelle and Holly both put the "tagged" curse on me...I guess I better play along so a plague doesn't befall my house.

Holly's Curse:

7 Random/Weird Facts About Me...

  1. I'm superstitious.
  2. I'm afraid of public restrooms.
  3. I alphabetize my pantry.
  4. I sort my closet lights to darks...short sleeves in front of long...same colored hangers...all clothes hung the same direction...finger width between each hanger on the rack.
  5. I'm a closet Twilight fan.
  6. "You're obsessive compulsive about toilet paper" (Note to self: don't ask your husband this question unless you really want the answer. In my defense, if you go to ANY hotel in America you will find that they too put the toilet paper roll with the paper over the top... and a triangular end fold...
  7. I once won a Boccie Ball tournament at Spaghetti Park in Corona Queens...being invited to play by a bunch of old Italian men who admired my Boccie abilities (and would tell me old gangster stories as we ate lemon ice). Those where the days...

Noelle's Curse:

4 songs I loved as a child that I still adore...

  1. Somewhere Over The Rainbow...check out my Rainbow Child entry on 9/20 to learn why.
  2. One Night In Bangkok (Murray Head)...which I'm still trying to figure out.
  3. Ballerina Girl (Lionel Richie) because I dared Clay to call it in on the radio's request line...and he did!
  4. Copacabana (Barry Manilow) because the movie was sooooo cool!
4 friends I had as a child that I still keep in touch with...
  1. My BFF (best friend forever) Mendy Jo Rasmussen. We bought the necklace in 6th grade... each taking a half of the heart...and will always be BFFs just like we pledged.
  2. Bubba Legg - recently hooked up with him again on Facebook. Funny kid - I used to kick his butt in 4-H.
  3. Chris Tester, the neighbor boy who was (and will always be) my nemesis.
  4. Annissa Ashcroft...still one of the funniest people I know.
4 weaknesses I had as a child...
  1. I loved to pit my sisters against each other so I could watch them fight (all I had to do was tell Angie that Lynda threw her clothes on the floor...then the hair pulling would start!)
  2. I would cause so much trouble between my siblings that if my parents had to leave town...they would send me to my grandparents ranch...so I couldn't cause problems for the babysitter. I truly just thought I was special and getting rewarded for good behavior!
  3. I would do anything to get out of work.
  4. I would get into my mother's jewelry.
4 strengths I had as a child...

  1. I would cause so much trouble between my siblings that if my parents had to leave town...they would send me to my grandparent's ranch...
  2. I could do anything to get out of work.
  3. I could always get my dad to take me with him to the store.
  4. Somehow I could always make my mom forget that she grounded me.
4 people I want to answer these questions (or you'll all be poxed)
  1. Katie
  2. Julie
  3. Noelle (Holly's Curse)
  4. Holly (Noelle's Curse)
Note: Thanks Noelle and Holly! What did we all learn through this? I have OCD and was a manipulative rotten child. Thanks....

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

How This Happened

This morning I received an email which made me smile and remember a phone call from my brother last year. It was around Christmastime and Craig called from London to tell me about how my nephew Ben "made it happen". What exactly did he make happen? Well...he saved Christmas of course, by putting a snowman on the roof of their house. He was behind it all and took great pride.

Much like Ben, I have strutted around all day after receiving the following email from my friend (and President Elect) Barack:

JaLae --

I'm about to head to Grant Park to talk to everyone gathered there, but I wanted to write to you first.

We just made history.

And I don't want you to forget how we did it.

You made history every single day during this campaign -- every day you knocked on doors, made a donation, or talked to your family, friends, and neighbors about why you believe it's time for change.

I want to thank all of you who gave your time, talent, and passion to this campaign. We have a lot of work to do to get our country back on track, and I'll be in touch soon about what comes next.

But I want to be very clear about one thing...

All of this happened because of you.

Thank you,

Barack

I made it happen!

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Mr. President...I Believe!

Many of you wonder why I love Barack Obama. This is why...


He inspires me.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Come Here My Little Pretty...

I love The Wizard of Oz and I love Halloween... so it is inevitable that I love being a the most Wicked Witch of the West for Halloween! As you know, cackling is as natural as breathing for me so I look forward to October 31st each year because this is my night to shine!

This Halloween was no exception. Mr. Thompson, dressed as Mr. Thompson, wasn't really looking forward to the holiday...until we picked up his very excited Lucy from Narnia (Abbi).

With time to kill before the Erickson's Halloween Party we took her to dad's favorite store...Smith and Edwards. On the way there I tried to explain Smith and Edwards to her but how do you explain an army surplus store to a 7 year old?! In the end, I stuck with their slogan "we have everything you need...if you can find it!". For 20 miles she threw out random things and I said yes to each and every one...Smith and Edwards has it all! Upon arrival, Mr. Thompson took her to the yard and let her climb on a tank and examine a few rockets and bombs. I had to chuckle as they walked away from the bomb shell when Lucy (trailing behind her father) said, "I bet that would hurt if it landed on somebody's head". My point exactly!

For hours we hung around Smith and Edwards and I have to say that it was the most fun I've ever had there. We put on army hats (Lucy was a WWII bombardier, Mr. Thompson was a KGB Spy and my Wicked Witch of the West was a Navy Nurse)...we played on crutches...loaded Lucy up on a WWI field stretcher (which they were selling as a packing devise for deer hunt)...wheeled her to the army tent and fixed her "broken leg" on a field hospital surgical cot from the civil war. Then it was back to the crutches where we tried unsuccessfully to talk her dad into buying us a pair. Finally, a little old man came and asked if he could help us. At that point we took General Washington's winter wool coat off and replied "no thanks....just looking".

Humbled, we went to the fishing, hunting, camping section where we played in the center of the hanging sleeping bag "fort" (while dad looked at guns of course)...then on to the horse section where we put on pink cowgirl hats and admired the saddles, whips and tack. Mr. Thompson drew the line when we tried to negotiate the sale of an electric cattle prod (perfectly logical if he wouldn't buy us the crutches)!

Then it was off to the Ericksons. We rolled up and there was sweet little Tinkerbell (Keriegh) sitting all alone in the front yard carving her pumpkin with a butcher knife...with the sister missionaries approaching. After swapping her for my pumpkin carving kit she and Lucy got busy on the pumpkins. Pretty soon, every kid in the neighborhood was playing in leaves and carving pumpkins in the front yard (safely I might add). Lucy and Tinkerbell had a blast!

At about 5:00pm new BFF's came to paint my face, neck and hands green. You should have seen Lucy light up at the idea of painting the most Wicked Witch of the West. It wasn't a perfect paint job but it was definitely worth it because they had a blast painting me up. When Bubble Bee (Dalyn) saw me he ran away crying. Then we all put on our costumes, had a pizza party and hit the neighborhood with a group of about 15. Lyn taught me a witch song and they made me cackle at every house we went too. Bumble Bee quickly warmed up to the fun. The funniest was this little old lady who was outside handing out candy with her little dog barking wildly from inside. I walked up and said my Oz line... "Come here my little pretty...and your little dog too!" and everyone thought that was funny and the little old lady just laughed and laughed.

Eventually it got dark which made my scare tactics even better. As we passed on group of Trick or Treaters...I cackled and made a Ladybug scream/cry and that was about when Lucy reached up to hold my hand for the duration of the night.

At 7:00pm we left the Erickson party (who continued around their neighborhood) and we went to Kaysville so Lucy could "hit every house in her whole ward!". Note to self: if a kid wants to trick or treat for 3 hours... leave the high heeled witch boots at home! We had a great time just Lucy and my most Wicked Witch of the West on door steps hollering "trick or treat" (with Mr. Thompson patiently waiting on the sidewalk). It was actually the most fun I've had in a long time! It was even funny when we went to Lucy's best friend and neighbor's house and had her mom reply... "Wow, it's true- Abbi's step-mom really is a witch!".

Yes, I am!

On the way home Mr. Thompson squeezed my hand three times (our non-verbal cue for "I love you") and thanked me for making Halloween so much fun. I haven't had my traditional party for a few years and I don't think he ever "got it" until last night. He promised that next year we could go back to Idaho so I could do it up right. Mark you calendars little Wilson children because the most Wicked Witch of the West is coming back to town!

52 Cents and Counting...

I have the pleasure of driving to work with my Mr. Thompson every morning. Along the way, we have a conversation very similar from the previous days..weeks...and months. As we come within about a block of our neighborhood gas station, it most recently goes something like this...

Mr. Thompson: Oh my hell! Does that sign really say $2.51?
Me: Yes...looks like it does.
Mr. Thompson: You've got to be kidding! It's dropped 12 cents since yesterday!
Me: Yes...looks like it has.

Mr. Thompson: Yesterday it was $2.63!

Me: Yes...it was.

Mr. Thompson: We are so desensitized! Those damn oil companies raise the prices so high despite record profits....and we are so shocked and outraged! Then when prices start dropping below $3.00 a gallon we are desensitized enough that we feel like it's Christmas for $2.51! I remember a time that prices were topping a dollar and I didn't know how I was going to fill up my tank with such high prices! Then we hit almost $4.00 a gallon this summer and you remember what that was like! Now...it's drops to $2.51 and I feel like I should be grateful. We are so desensitized! I hate politicians. I hate oil companies. I hate OPEC! Those Saudi Arabians make me feel like I should go and kiss someone.....
If it drops below $2.00 a gallon...I'll give you anything you want!

Me: Anything I want?

Who would have thought that Mr. Thompson would be so passionate about the price of petro! Just to keep that promise fresh in his mind...on our way home I'll start predicting a price increase/decrease about a mile from the gas station. Without fail he'll get on his soap box and continue his animated tirade from that morning about how desensitized we all are. He'll then update me on OPEC and barrel prices of crude oil which he has monitored throughout the day. I don't understand a lot of it but this much I do understand: I've gone from my Mr. Thompson having a heart attack as prices skyrocketed this summer... to offering me anything I want as prices drop this fall.

For that, I am grateful.

The way I see it...OPEC might be the ticket to my pink scooter! 52 cents and counting....

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Yummy Mummy Cookies

A co-worker made one of the most scrumptious little Halloween treats (no trick) that I simply must share. You all know that I looooove Halloween...and can sniff out a great carb within a 100 mile radius...so trust me when I say that this is a recipe that you'll want to enjoy!


INGREDIENTS

1 cup butter of margarine, softened

3/4 cup sugar

2 teaspoons vanilla

1 egg

3 cups all-purpose flour

64 miniature chocolate chips (about 1 teaspoon)

1 cup white vanilla baking chips

  1. In a large bowl, beat butter, sugar, vanilla and egg with electric mixer on medium speed until light and fluffy. Add flour; beat on low speed until dough forms. Roll dough into a ball. Cover with plastic wrap, refrigerate 30 to 45 minutes for easier handling.
  2. Heat oven to 350 degrees F. Divide dough into 8 equal pieces. On lightly floured surface, roll each piece into rope 14 inches long. Cut each rope into 4 (3-inch) and 4 (1/2 inch) lengths of dough. Roll the 4 (1/2 inch) pieces into balls and attach to 4 (3-inch) pieces as heads. On ungreased cookie sheet, place 1 inch apart. Press 2 chocolate chips, point side down, in each mummy head for eyes.
  3. Bake 8 to 10 minutes or until very light golden brown and tops are set. Immediately remove from cookie sheets to cooling racks. Cool completely, about 15 minutes.
  4. In small resealable freezer plastic bag, place vanilla chips; seal bag. Microwave on high 40 - 60 seconds or until softened. Gently squeeze bag until chips are smooth; cut off tiny corner of bag. Squeeze bag to drizzle frosting in a crisscross pattern over cookies to look like mummy bandage. Let stand until set, about 20 minutes.

High altitude (3500-6500 FT): Bake 10 - 12 minutes

These cookies can be made ahead and frozen. After they set up, they can easily be stacked. Cover tightly before freezing.

TIP: Prop these cute cookies up in a glass using orange and black jelly beans.

Enjoy!

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Life Worth Living

Well...I didn't come away with a pink scooter but even without it, I still had one of the best birthdays of my life!

My special day started with this delivery to work...

and included dinner at my favorite restaurant (forget what I said about PF Changs - Mr. Thompson is from Texas!)...
where I "saddled up" (literally) in the spotlight and blew out my birthday candles amid claps and whoops of Yee Haw (way better than the Great Wall of Chocolate!)...

then was whisked away to The Cliff Lodge and Spa at Snowbird for a weekend of rest and relaxation... ...where I got another flower for my hair (not to mention the 5 star restaurant which was beyond anything I've ever experienced before)!

I sure love birthdays but I love Mr. Thompson more. He makes life worth living.

Maybe a pink scooter for Christmas?...

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Mr. Thompson, Please Don't Forget...

Birthday Wish #1
(The Pink Vespa...I promise I'll drive it responsibly!)











Birthday Wish #2
(A repeat of last year's birthday massage at the spa day...don't you like the flower in my hair?!)







Birthday Wish #3
(PF Changs for dinner...something we can both enjoy!)







Birthday Wish #4
(The Great Wall of Chocolate birthday cake...something else we both can enjoy!)
 
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