Friday, December 25, 2009
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas to all my family who is not with us today. We love you and miss you and wish you could enjoy the roast and potatoes with us and we chitchat and catch up on what is going on in our lives! May God bless you and prosper you in this season of giving and love!
Monday, December 21, 2009
Christmas Wishes
I think all adults get reflective at this time of year. Maybe its the Christmas season or knowing that another year has come and gone. It goes if we have accomplished the goals we set out for ourselves; or it just goes.
I want to wish everyone in the Robinson family a MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR.
If you haven't had the time to write or call Mom and Dad (Grandma and Grandpa) do it. They love to hear what you are doing and what is going on in your family.
Just a couple pictures of our annual trip to Temple Square to look at the lights.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Thanksgiving Pics
I made homemade Cranberry Sauce it was Yummy.
These are the pies that I made, pumpkin, pecan, apple.
Larry and Michelle were with us this year, we loved being able to see them during the holidays!
LaNece, kids, Lynn, Janell
Cute Allie! or is iy Ally?
The girls all hanging out on the couch, Julie was reading a part of what Connor was Thankful for, he mailed a letter with it.
The line starts here
Mom, does she look stressed? We only had issues with the Turkey, you would think 5 hrs is enough time for one to cook, not so much this year!
The line starts here
Mom, does she look stressed? We only had issues with the Turkey, you would think 5 hrs is enough time for one to cook, not so much this year!
Everyone dishing up!
Daphane, Heather, Kaliee cute as can be!
Larry and his trademark pointing finger to get his point across.
Jonathan and Clara, she is getting so big.
We got together with the Bell's and played some serious Nerts and had a great time!
Larry and his trademark pointing finger to get his point across.
Jonathan and Clara, she is getting so big.
We got together with the Bell's and played some serious Nerts and had a great time!Where does the time go?
It freaks me out when I look at the calendar and realize the short amount of time left before Christmas. I have so much to do and it seems a smaller and smaller amount of time to do it in.
Lana, I am glad that you are doing well! It is good to hear from you and hear how you really are doing. I totally was laughing with the aging thing, I think I am having aging issues too, but I have just realized that there is not a whole lot I can do about them most of the time. I am glad that Stan's surgery went well, I wish I would have know, so I could remember him in my prayers. I have pictures from Thanksgiving here and hopefully will be able to post those soon. I want to express my sadness of you and your family not being here for the holiday, you were truly missed. As were Megan and Stewart and whoever else we were missing.
My life just gets more and more interesting everyday. I have recently been short 2 employee's and I am beginning to feel the stress of it. On top of that we are at our busiest time and I feel frazzled all the time. We hopefully will be getting new employee's soon, but until then I am way way way past stressed. I am trying to see the up side of things and hoping that I will be able to handle everything in front of me.
I am still in Young Women's and loving me time there. The girls really need a reality check some times and I think they are mostly happy about my honesty.
I have to run, Love you all where ever you are. Keep smiling and remember I am waiting to hear from you!
Lana, I am glad that you are doing well! It is good to hear from you and hear how you really are doing. I totally was laughing with the aging thing, I think I am having aging issues too, but I have just realized that there is not a whole lot I can do about them most of the time. I am glad that Stan's surgery went well, I wish I would have know, so I could remember him in my prayers. I have pictures from Thanksgiving here and hopefully will be able to post those soon. I want to express my sadness of you and your family not being here for the holiday, you were truly missed. As were Megan and Stewart and whoever else we were missing.
My life just gets more and more interesting everyday. I have recently been short 2 employee's and I am beginning to feel the stress of it. On top of that we are at our busiest time and I feel frazzled all the time. We hopefully will be getting new employee's soon, but until then I am way way way past stressed. I am trying to see the up side of things and hoping that I will be able to handle everything in front of me.
I am still in Young Women's and loving me time there. The girls really need a reality check some times and I think they are mostly happy about my honesty.
I have to run, Love you all where ever you are. Keep smiling and remember I am waiting to hear from you!
Friday, December 4, 2009
Alive and Kicking (still) in the Southeast
I sit here on a chilly Florida day (56 degrees), facing a long day of rain (Florida snow), feeling the tingle of true Christmas spirit for the first time in three years as I look out on what is finally starting to feel like home. But when it's Christmastime, my heart and thoughts are focused westward on my family.
I spoke with Nece the other day and haven't been able to get the blog off my mind...mostly because I'm filled with shame at how long it's been since I contributed. So I hop on and am immediately moved to tears by the food assignment for the holiday already gone. What on earth is wrong with me?!? I would say I cried for the food missed, but I'd be lying (Jake outdid himself with a phenomenal meal; his foodie planets were perfectly aligned, no lie! The mouth waters just remembering). I know I tear up for my family.
Stan is recovering nicely from another meniscectomy (same knee but 10 years later...guess nine marathons is the limit...?), which he had the DAY BEFORE THANKSGIVING. *sigh* But already doing better, so that's all that matters. He's busy at school. He recently started a running club for the girls after school to develop a team. Josie, of course, loves it. Lately I think he's about had it with the middle-schoolers and wants to move to high school. However, Josie would kill him if he left before she was finished, though. We'll see...they're like the two musketeers, that daddy/daughter duo!
Cody is STILL in high school...and everything that goes along with THAT. He must rise early-early every morning (he catches the bus at 6:15 a.m.) and has been pretty good about getting himself out the door. On the mornings I run, I hate not seeing him off....though I hated it more the one morning I returned home to find him back to sleep on his bedroom floor, in his underwear, having missed the bus. That was one of those mornings he definitely was NOT pretty good about getting himself out the door. On his birthday, he'll be 15 so he can do the learner's permit thing here in FL...that is if we let him. ACK! I need guidance from siblings who have been through this. I'm terrified; Tampa, FL, is the most lethal city in the nation for teenage drivers.
Josie is playing soccer and running and just being a pre-teen...or pre-tween or whatever the heck they call them anymore. She ran the 5k Turkey Trot with us (no training) and beat me by almost 3 1/2 minutes...beat her brother too! She amazes me. I truly don't know what more to say about it. I find myself increasingly...increasingly...what is the right word? Sad? Fearful? Daunted? No, none of those...or ALL of those, I don't know. Maybe disturbed? Yeah, that will work. I find myself increasingly disturbed at watching my baby grow up. The last year has been this teeter-totter of "Oh crap, she's maturing," then "Whew, wait, she isn't"..."Oh crap"..."Whew"..."Oh crap"..."Whew." Now I fear there is nothing left but the "Oh crap" and I'm bugging.
(And now I'm going to weep and moan and gnash my teeth about aging, so you youngsters who may be reading should just go ahead and skip to the end, because you won't understand...I just have to get if off my chest, a catharsis really...)
I don't know if it's being away and watching nieces/nephews grow in seeming leaps and bounds, like some clay-mation character on steroids, but I find myself so taken aback. Because I feel the same as I've always felt inside, you know? And then I catch a glance of myself in the mirror (or out of some perverse masochistic impulse, choose to look closely on purpose) and the jig is up, as they say. WHAT IS HAPPENING? *sigh* And I find myself trying to reconcile what I see in the mirror with what I feel inside. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know all the platitudes by heart (and they're all true, by the way; yes, I AM only as young as I feel...uh, I guess). I'm sorry, this really isn't a serious middle-life crisis...it's just my first (haha...if I weren't laughing, I would be crying = Platitude #2). I guess I'm just trying to adjust? No, shift? No, reconcile? (And yes, I know I already used that word but I'm beginning to think that's what aging is about...reconciling what's on the balance sheet with what's in the bank, so to speak...heh...) That's it, how to reconcile the beautiful, amazing, meaningful things I have gained with age to match/fit/equal who I know/wish/hope I am. Wow, that whole rant sounded much better in my head. Well, I did get it off my chest. I'll let you know later about the catharsis part.
ANYWAY...things are going well with me...seriously, I swear it's true, despite what you just read. Bethany and I have been keeping busy with work. The feast-or-famine nature has been mostly feast...sometimes small feast but feast nonetheless. I get extreme satisfaction from watching my family grow...except Josie...but she's so darn fun to watch playing soccer, I'll get over it. I've been working diligently at toning down my crazy-soccer-mom-cheering-at-every-move-on-the-field technique. (The first step was putting the brakes on "Get it, get it, get it!" and "Fast, fast, fast!" and "Beat her, beat her, beat her!" and the like, hollering at maximum lung-projection capacity...it will be missed...but only by me, I suppose...) I've had a wonderful opportunity to chat with Cody every day since he started high school (it's like roles are reversed: now I hardly see Josie and Stan hardly sees Cody). And even when he's talking gaming (which is mostly), it's nice to connect. I've even achieved spontaneous declarations of affection and a few shoulder squeezes. Not too shabby...I'll take it.
Bethany and Jake are phenomenal but I will let her speak for him/them...as all good wives do. Just wanted my family to know how I miss you and how much I love you all. I am SO grateful for my roots. And though I'm lousy at keeping in touch (and endlessly stuck on that road to h**l paved with proverbial good intentions), please know you are always in my heart. I could get off that road, you know; I could change...anything is possible if you just believe, right? (Oh my, that sounds like a Disney platitude, doesn't it?) But I do promise to try....
(Oh, brrr, it just dropped to 55 degrees...I have to go put some socks on!)
I spoke with Nece the other day and haven't been able to get the blog off my mind...mostly because I'm filled with shame at how long it's been since I contributed. So I hop on and am immediately moved to tears by the food assignment for the holiday already gone. What on earth is wrong with me?!? I would say I cried for the food missed, but I'd be lying (Jake outdid himself with a phenomenal meal; his foodie planets were perfectly aligned, no lie! The mouth waters just remembering). I know I tear up for my family.
Stan is recovering nicely from another meniscectomy (same knee but 10 years later...guess nine marathons is the limit...?), which he had the DAY BEFORE THANKSGIVING. *sigh* But already doing better, so that's all that matters. He's busy at school. He recently started a running club for the girls after school to develop a team. Josie, of course, loves it. Lately I think he's about had it with the middle-schoolers and wants to move to high school. However, Josie would kill him if he left before she was finished, though. We'll see...they're like the two musketeers, that daddy/daughter duo!
Cody is STILL in high school...and everything that goes along with THAT. He must rise early-early every morning (he catches the bus at 6:15 a.m.) and has been pretty good about getting himself out the door. On the mornings I run, I hate not seeing him off....though I hated it more the one morning I returned home to find him back to sleep on his bedroom floor, in his underwear, having missed the bus. That was one of those mornings he definitely was NOT pretty good about getting himself out the door. On his birthday, he'll be 15 so he can do the learner's permit thing here in FL...that is if we let him. ACK! I need guidance from siblings who have been through this. I'm terrified; Tampa, FL, is the most lethal city in the nation for teenage drivers.
Josie is playing soccer and running and just being a pre-teen...or pre-tween or whatever the heck they call them anymore. She ran the 5k Turkey Trot with us (no training) and beat me by almost 3 1/2 minutes...beat her brother too! She amazes me. I truly don't know what more to say about it. I find myself increasingly...increasingly...what is the right word? Sad? Fearful? Daunted? No, none of those...or ALL of those, I don't know. Maybe disturbed? Yeah, that will work. I find myself increasingly disturbed at watching my baby grow up. The last year has been this teeter-totter of "Oh crap, she's maturing," then "Whew, wait, she isn't"..."Oh crap"..."Whew"..."Oh crap"..."Whew." Now I fear there is nothing left but the "Oh crap" and I'm bugging.
(And now I'm going to weep and moan and gnash my teeth about aging, so you youngsters who may be reading should just go ahead and skip to the end, because you won't understand...I just have to get if off my chest, a catharsis really...)
I don't know if it's being away and watching nieces/nephews grow in seeming leaps and bounds, like some clay-mation character on steroids, but I find myself so taken aback. Because I feel the same as I've always felt inside, you know? And then I catch a glance of myself in the mirror (or out of some perverse masochistic impulse, choose to look closely on purpose) and the jig is up, as they say. WHAT IS HAPPENING? *sigh* And I find myself trying to reconcile what I see in the mirror with what I feel inside. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know all the platitudes by heart (and they're all true, by the way; yes, I AM only as young as I feel...uh, I guess). I'm sorry, this really isn't a serious middle-life crisis...it's just my first (haha...if I weren't laughing, I would be crying = Platitude #2). I guess I'm just trying to adjust? No, shift? No, reconcile? (And yes, I know I already used that word but I'm beginning to think that's what aging is about...reconciling what's on the balance sheet with what's in the bank, so to speak...heh...) That's it, how to reconcile the beautiful, amazing, meaningful things I have gained with age to match/fit/equal who I know/wish/hope I am. Wow, that whole rant sounded much better in my head. Well, I did get it off my chest. I'll let you know later about the catharsis part.
ANYWAY...things are going well with me...seriously, I swear it's true, despite what you just read. Bethany and I have been keeping busy with work. The feast-or-famine nature has been mostly feast...sometimes small feast but feast nonetheless. I get extreme satisfaction from watching my family grow...except Josie...but she's so darn fun to watch playing soccer, I'll get over it. I've been working diligently at toning down my crazy-soccer-mom-cheering-at-every-move-on-the-field technique. (The first step was putting the brakes on "Get it, get it, get it!" and "Fast, fast, fast!" and "Beat her, beat her, beat her!" and the like, hollering at maximum lung-projection capacity...it will be missed...but only by me, I suppose...) I've had a wonderful opportunity to chat with Cody every day since he started high school (it's like roles are reversed: now I hardly see Josie and Stan hardly sees Cody). And even when he's talking gaming (which is mostly), it's nice to connect. I've even achieved spontaneous declarations of affection and a few shoulder squeezes. Not too shabby...I'll take it.
Bethany and Jake are phenomenal but I will let her speak for him/them...as all good wives do. Just wanted my family to know how I miss you and how much I love you all. I am SO grateful for my roots. And though I'm lousy at keeping in touch (and endlessly stuck on that road to h**l paved with proverbial good intentions), please know you are always in my heart. I could get off that road, you know; I could change...anything is possible if you just believe, right? (Oh my, that sounds like a Disney platitude, doesn't it?) But I do promise to try....
(Oh, brrr, it just dropped to 55 degrees...I have to go put some socks on!)
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