Today was the day.
Sis, the Bro-in-Law, and G took E to the temple to be sealed for time and all eternity. It was a beautiful ceremony, even it would have been better if the sealer had talked to my sister’s family before hand–he was honestly confused as to why E needed to be sealed, when Sis and the Bro-in-Law were married in the covenant. That is, until G and E came into the room, and he could see how little they look like Sis and the Bro-in-Law.
Okay, I tried to take the easy route, and find a page that would explain sealing. I couldn’t–at least, I couldn’t find a page that explained it in the way I wanted to.
We believe that temples are quite literally the House of the Lord. They are the holiest places on earth. We go to the temple to make sacred covenants and ordinances with the Lord. (Covenant: A two way promise between man and God. Ordnance: A ceremony with a sacred purpose–like baptism) When a man and a woman are married in the temple, if they both live worthy, they will be married for time and all eternity. Any children born to them are considered “Born in the Covenant” and will also be a part of their family for eternity. If a couple is married outside the temple they can later go to the temple to be sealed together. If they have children, or, in the case of my sister’s family, if their children were adopted, then those children can be sealed to their parents as well.
When G was a baby, he was sealed to Sis and the Bro-in-Law, so he wasn’t part of the ceremony, but was still able to observe. This surprised me a little–the age of 12 is usually the first time a child is allowed to enter the temple, unless, of course, they are being sealed to their parents.
E’s biological grandmother was in the temple with us this morning, and his birth mother was waiting outside. This surprised me–both women have a lot more guts than I do. I’m afraid that in their situation, I’d be sitting alone in my room crying. G was glad to see them, though, E has a biological half-brother who’s only a week older than G, and they are best friends.
It didn’t take long for them to start running around–including literally running circles around random people. Which of course happened all the way back to Sis’s house.
Which was a trick, because they were both strapped in car-seats in different cars.
The party was a success, but we learned a few important lessons:
- A corgi, or a mostly corgi mutt may look like a small dog, but when she stands up on her back legs, she’s tall enough to steal food of the table.
- White plastic table covers and bright sunny days aren’t a good combination. At least for those who like to see.
- If the recipe for your cookies tells you to store them in the freezer, there’s a reason for it. And they shouldn’t be left out on the buffet line on the bright sunny day with the blinding tablecloths.
Five of my dad’s eleven siblings were there–including an aunt who lives in Western Nevada, and an uncle from Wisconsin. (If I missed anybody when I was counting, I’m sorry.) It was good to see the family we don’t get to see all that often, even if after I ate and had a few minutes of conversation, I went to check on Max and Lulu and “forgot” to go back.
I have an uncle who’s in the hospital, he had a bad car accident a few weeks back, and while his injuries were being examined, the doctors found kidney cancer that had spread through his body. Most of the family had lunch here, then went up to the hospital in Ogden to see him. Dad says he’s in better shape than he was expecting, but still in rough shape.
Um, what else? I know I skipped yesterday, and it feels like a ton of stuff has happened since I last wrote, but I suppose I’ve covered all the important stuff. I don’t even really have anything on my mind–except the fact that I don’t want to do any baking for a very, very long time.
The lemon bars were a hit. I’d share the recipe, but that would require getting up and finding the cookbook.
Today has been one of the roughest days of my life. I’m still at Sis’s house, preparing for the party–and E decided that it’s time to start teething.
You know, two days before the temple, three days before his blessing, and the parties in his honor associated with them.
And, because E was getting so much attention, and because he didn’t sleep well last night, G was acting like a little demon all day.
I think all four of us, Me, Sis, G and E, were in tears at some point during the day.
The highlight of the day was Sis’s dog, Polly. She’s an outside dog, and has a hardier digestive system than Max and Lulu (which isn’t hard–they LOOK at something that isn’t their normal dog food, and it makes them sick) so Sis and the Bro-in-Law are much less picky about what they feed her. Well, she became the proud owner of one of the ginormous bones that we cleaned yesterday, which is now her pride and joy.
When I let Max and Lulu out for the last time last night, (they’ve been spending the days outside, but they spend the nights in the bedroom I stay in at my sister’s house) Polly was literally standing over the bone to guard it from them. Polly is a mostly corgi mutt, and the joint on the end of the bone is longer than her legs.
This morning, when I banished the dogs to the backyard (Max’s word, not mine), Polly was again jealously guarding the bone, but as she’d gotten most of the good stuff off the outside, a little less jealously. Still, she’d growl at Max and Lulu whenever they came close. And chase away the flies that landed on the bone.
I should probably mention that Polly has the corgi herding instinct pretty strong. When she first came to live with Sis and the B-I-L, she’d chase the airplanes across the sky. She’ll chase cats, wasps and birds–anything she can, really. I once watched a neighborhood cat walking along the back of a neighbors fence, then, when she got to Polly’s yard, she jumped down into the backyard of the house directly behind Sis’s–the one that had a cinder-block wall separating Sis’s yard from the neighbors, then continue her journey on top of the fence on the other side of the yard.
I don’t know if that last paragraph made any sense, but I’m too tired to care.
Anyway, G’s snoring, the dogs are semi-calm (at least they’re being quiet,) and I’ve been exhausted all day. And I’m not even the Mommy.
So, the cookies I made today were the Rollo Cookies featured on page 11 of the Great Canadian Cookies, Bars, and Squares cook book. I’m not going to type it out, as you can access it through Google Books, and the link I just gave. Only I don’t like pecans, and I used Hershey’s Bliss Creme de Menthe instead of Rolos. They are amazing if I do say so myself.
I’m hoping tomorrow goes better. I really don’t think it could go worse.
I don’t know if the headache I’ve been fighting all day has officially progressed to a migraine, or is just a bad sinus headache. The pressure behind my eyes make me think sinuses, but the dizziness, nausea and sensitivity to light is making me think migraine. All I know is I feel like crap.
So today, went to a St. Patrick’s day luncheon with some friends. Well, my sister’s friends. I took TONS of pictures of other people’s kids, and ate food that had been dyed green–it looked disgusting, tasted delicious. The sheriff’s office had a helicopter flying around the neighborhood much to the delight of the little boys at the party (and my sister), and the local news sites aren’t telling us why.
Anyway, owing to the fact that I’m feeling so terrible, and I really need to get back into the habit of blogging every day, this post is dedicated to the way I coped for the few days I was sans computer.
First, I tried to blog. It didn’t work:
Blogging Sans Computer, pt 1:
- Sans is a great word, it doesn’t get used nearly enough. Sans sans sans.
- There are MEN looking at me! When did this start happening, or have I always been too blind to notice?
- I have a lot to be greatful [sic] for:
- my wonderful family and extended family
- Terry Prachett books. Although I don’t know if I can handle a Rincewind book without demons/running away
- chores that I’ve put off forever that only take a few minutes.
- birdsong on the morning walk
- A little dog (or two) cuddled on the lap is a great way to stay warm on a chilly afternoon, even if they don’t like it when you balance a book on top of them
- I love it when books don’t turn out like you expect–they turn out better. I need to learn how to do that.
- I suck at growing things from seeds.
- I may no longer have a computer, but my printer/scanner/copier will still work as a copier. Sweet!
Like I mentioned yesterday, I pulled out my watercolor pencils for the first time in way to long. Before scrolling down too far, remember, I’m a better artist on the computer then with a pencil and paper, and mostly, I was just trying to remember how to use the darn things, and wanted to see if they would work on sketch paper.
So I got this:
I also wanted to experiment with human flesh tone, but I couldn’t draw a figure well enough to use. I did get this that I quite liked:
but I couldn’t figure out what to do with her hands.
I also spent quite a lot of time writing, and I’ve already got the story that I began in the computer, and am working on it almost as diligently as I should.
Overall, I’m quite pleased with what I accomplished creativity wise. Being without a computer opened a gate, anyway, and hopefully, I’ll keep going on this path.
Right now, though, I just want to go lay down for a bit.
And by bajillion, I mean 26. Still, yesterday was the busiest day that The Storyteller Chronicles has had that wasn’t talking about Josie Greathouse. (Brett, see what I did there?) Just in time for everyone to see me break down over my love life, or lack thereof. So, yay?
Anyway, the magic combination is to tag “depression” and “writing”. Because, bloggers are writers, and most are pretty interested in tips and advice to make their writing better. And writers are depressed. And drunk. And Irish. And live in the Florida Keys with a million cats. Did I miss any?
Thinking about it, it’s not really surprising that I haven’t let myself fall in love before now. I learned a long time ago to keep my emotions in check . This has nothing to do with the church, or how I was raised, but everything to do with the beast.
See, until I started taking Lexipro, any strong emotion–love, joy, happiness, anger, frustration, fear, embarrassment…anything would turn into depression. So, rather than risk a down day, or down week, I just didn’t let myself get too emotional. Which, now, that I’ve got things under control seems really stupid.
Okay, any further thoughts I have on the subject are starting to sound too much like a country song, so I’m going to move on.
I’m getting ready for a party with the grumpy side of the family today. I’m surprisingly looking forward to it.
Family parties have always been difficult for me, whether they be on the grumpy side of the family or the non-communicative side of the family. Mormons are taught, and I was raised to know that the most important thing in this life is the gospel of Jesus Christ. Following close behind that is family. The sense of family that has been instilled in me since I was a little girl is even more powerful then the knowledge that family get-togethers inevitably lead to agoraphobia and depression.
Remember how I don’t do well with large crowds? Well, my mom has 5 brothers. (She’s the only girl in the family) Dad has 11 brothers and sisters. I have close to 100 first cousins. There’s no such thing as an intimate gathering of the extended family.
So this is going to be the first family party I’ve been to since starting the Lexipro. We’ll see how it goes. I don’t know how many people read this blog, (obviously, no more than 26) and I don’t know how I’m going to handle questions about the past few days, so we’ll see how it goes.
Hopefully everyone will be so busy complaining about their own lives, that they won’t bother to ask about mine.
It seems like every family has a month that has the most birthdays in it. Well, in my family, that month happens to be February, with my dad, my grandpa, two uncles, three cousins, and two first cousins once removed all with birthdays–not to mention the Bro-in-law whose birthday is in the first week of March.
Every year, we have a big party to celebrate the February birthdays. I use the term “party” loosely, because my family is the biggest bunch of grumps that I know. Frankly, it’s not a family party until someone gets their feelings hurt. Unfortunately, it’s usually my angel grandmother.
This year, the party will be in Utah county. It also happens to fall in the same time frame that a good friend of mine, who happens to be male, will be in town visiting. I’ve been talking about this guy a lot, and my family knows how excited I am to see him. Apparently, I’ve been talking about him too much.
I was talking to my Dad on the phone last night, and in the background I could hear my mom:
Mom (in the background): “Is that Cori?”
Mom (yelling): “Grandma says to bring [The Giant] to the party!”
Fortunately for The Giant, he won’t be in town the day of the party. I have to say I’m relieved. Not only do I like this guy too much to subject him to the family, I’m not sure I could live with the teasing of bringing what would be considered a date…