Thursday, March 29, 2012
Sixteen years ago today, you made me a Mom. You made me PROUD then and you make me PROUD now!!! I could not ask for a better daughter and friend. I love the way you make me laugh (our inside jokes). I have to admit bra shopping with you is amusing. I love how you get the other customers in the store to help us. I love how we like the same movies. I love watching Desperate Housewives with you (sad it is coming to an end). I am a scared you are of dating and driving age now. Drives with you at the wheel and I know my blood pressure is kicked up a notch or two (I am sure it will be the same for dating). I like how it doesn’t seem to bother you, that I text “Choose the Right” when you are out with your friends. You are AMAZING inside and out! Happy Birthday Kennedy!!!
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Yesterday, Ireland turned 9! Her day was filled with cake, candy, ice cream, mylar balloons (latex allergy), friends, and family! We actually have been celebrating her birthday since Saturday, when Ireland had a “Princess Party”! Our home was filled with 12 giggling girls and lots of fun! After her party she went to Build-A- Bear to build a stuffed chipmunk (Brittney). At the register, while paying- the checker informed me that an anonymous stranger had left a $10.00 gift card. He wanted it to go towards Ireland’s stuffed animal. We were touched by his kindness!!!
Yesterday was also a bittersweet day. Vicki passed away. Vicki was a BFF to our family. We will never forget her…. We have known Vicki’s time was limited over the last few weeks. It seemed like she was going to go sooner- but she held on for two weeks. She happened to die on Ireland’s birthday. Vicki loved Ireland. I can’t help but wonder if there is some connection here. I would like to believe that Vicki is going to be one of Ireland’s guardian angels.
I hope Vicki will be scoping out all the best golf courses on the other side. Some day we will play another round……
We love you Vicki!
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Friday, March 16, 2012
Friday, March 2, 2012
A question I have been given often over the years is ‘Where are you from?’ When I arrived at work last night, the new girls in my office said, “Here she is, the girl from Germany”. I asked, “Is it my accent?” They smiled and nodded, “Yes”. In my room were sitting four teenage boys. They thought (due to my accent) I was from Germany. While laughing, I told them, “I am not from Germany”. “Then, where are you from?” asks one of the young men. “I am from ____, Utah”. All four of the young men at once say “That is where we are from?!”
It is amusing to me. I have lived in ____, Utah all of my life. Yet, I am constantly asked ‘where I am from’ by people who are from and live in the same area I am from. This accent is all over the globe. This was a first for Germany. Kennedy had a boyfriend a few years ago who could not get it out of his head that I was not from Denmark. Another young man from school thought I was from Ireland. He would always greet me with “They’re magically delicious” (from the Lucky Charms Leprechaun). After giving directions to the school (on the phone) to a parent one night, they finally found their way in. To their surprise I was not Polynesian as they thought from my accent! I must have a great Polynesian accent, because they were Polynesian and thought we had something in common!
Last year a student was trying to convince his girlfriend (and me) that I was from Minnesota. He had me say “Costco” a few times to prove I was from Minnesota. I guess it was all in the ‘o’ at the end. His mom was from Minnesota and he could recognize the Minnesotan in me. Only thing is, I have never been to Minnesota.
Ed should be the one with an accent. He was a navy brat and lived all over the country. He also served an LDS mission and lived two years in Argentina. But, I guess he has picked up the Utahn dialect (in just a few short years) better than his wife who was born and raised here.
Kennedy gets in disagreements quite often with her friends on the subject of my accent. She recently received a text saying , ‘I don’t mean to be rude, but where is your mom from?”
I am not from any place cool- just ____, Utah. But I guess I do have a major rockin’ accent!