Nothing too exciting on the Jensen home front for Christmas this year; we just stayed home and had our own celebration. Christmas Eve we enjoyed a raclette dinner. It's a Swiss tradition (although we are not Swiss) where you have a tabletop grill to cook potatoes, meats, and various ingredients and then melt cheese over your portion in your own little "skillet."
It is sort of like fondue, and is way fun and yummy. We tried shrimp (a big hit) this time, brussel sprouts (NOT a big hit--but hey, a mom's gotta try!), and the traditional combo of potatoes, pickles, carrots. We also had some ground beef that I browned with some sun-dried tomatoes and onions. Everyone enjoys making their own combination of things and then trying out the different cheeses to melt on top. This time we had Gouda, Fontina, Jarlsburg, and Muenster. BonAppetit!
Monday, December 22, 2008
It's snowing again! We are definitely going to have a white Christmas! I feel some snowshoeing coming on, but for now we are just preparing for Christmas with wrapping gifts and making cookies.
The Vegas snow has now officially become Utah snow. It started coming down at 11:00 this morning and stopped about 5:00 p.m. We have a lovely fresh blanket covering everything. Not fun to drive in, but very pretty to look at.
Our own snow dog.
Our little spruce looks so pretty with the lights shining through the powder.
Making candy . . . yummy, but dangerous for the waistline!
Breaking news today from all my friends in Las Vegas--it snowed! And not just your sissy flakes, it really came down. And as of 8:00 pm Mountain time it was STILL snowing! Of course, the town is practically shut down because there are no plows or salt trucks to take care of the roads.
Similarly, my mother-in-law posted pictures of the snow they got in Jefferson City, MO. Again, an anomaly. Not to mention the cold and ice storms in the Northeast that caused blackouts a few days ago.
We expect cold temps here in Utah, but this week is especially cold. It snowed on Sunday, and now it is just clear and COLD. Look at Sunday's temps! Yikes! What is going on with the weather?
This time last year I was feeling rather guilty that I had so much time to myself: all three of my girls were in school, I didn't work, and I had a perfect church calling (YW Secretary) that didn't demand too much time or stress. I had plenty of time to do projects (which I love doing), volunteering in Megan's class and in the school library, eating bon bons, watching soap operas--just kidding. But you get my drift: life was pretty darn near perfect.
Well, that all went out the window these past few months. In September I started working part-time at Megan's school. I am a teaching assistant for the "gifted and talented" students 4 days a week. I meet with groups of students from grades 3-6 (18 classes), each for about 45 minutes a week. I am also the Student Council adviser, and I'm in charge of the Geography Bee, Spelling Bee, etc. So that has gobbled up most of my time when the kids are at school. My leisurely days of showering at 10 AM are over. (What a pathetic whiner I am!)
THEN, the Bishop paid a call to our home a few weeks ago--Nov. 10th to be exact. A lot of changes were happening in our ward. Mike had just recently been released from his Young Men's calling, so I was secretly hoping the Bishop was only coming to talk to him. I was dreading his visit, because I knew our YW Presidency was possibly going to be released. Well, I was partially right. The bishop extended a call to Mike (Sunday School president), and then he asked me if I would accept a call to be Young Women's president. Alas, my worst fears had been realized! I had that calling in Las Vegas when my girls were really young (Megan wasn't even born yet), and I know what kind of commitment it entails. I love working in the Young Women's program, but I hate the meetings and responsibility that goes along with a president's calling. It is kind of like winning the lottery and having a tornado hit your house at the same time. But I said "yes" of course (glutton that I am), and was sustained last Sunday. And so, that is how life as I once knew it ended. And now my "adventure" begins! I anticipate it being a very busy, activity-packed year or two. I hope I have the energy and patience for it!!! Moral of the story: never, EVER feel guilty when things are going great, because circumstances can make a 180 awfully fast.
(The photo is of our young women last summer at camp. Since then we have had several girls turn 12 and come in to Beehives, and about 8 new girls join our ward when the boundaries changed a few weeks ago.)
On Tuesday I had a terrible scare with Megan, and it made me realize how much I take my family for granted. I had to take Brooke to her dance class at 3:30, which is about the time Megan gets off the bus. So I asked my neighbor LaDawn to watch for Megan and have her wait for me there. On my way home LaDawn called me and said Megan hadn't come home from the bus. So I asked her to call some of the neighbors to see if Megan had gone to one of their homes. I got home a few minutes later and called the school to see if she had missed the bus. She wasn't in the office. LaDawn came over and told me that no one had seen Megan.
Panic set in. In the past several months, we have had 2 possible abduction attempts with kids from our school, so THAT was running through my mind. I didn't know what to do, so I went to the school (1 minute away) to see if she was waiting for me in my office. She wasn't there either. So the secretary Marianne got on the PA system and called for Megan to come to the office. The prinicipal and I walked all around the school to see if Megan was anywhere. I checked in her classroom, but her teacher said she didn't know if Megan got on the bus because the kids had gone home straight from art. I searched the playground, and when I saw she was nowhere to be found, I called Mike and told him what was going on (in tears by this point). He said "Call the cops, I'm coming home right now."
I went back to the office, where Marianne was keeping a cool head (thank goodness). She asked what other friends we could call. I told her Brea and Ashley. I called Brea's house and her mom's cell phone--no answer--while Marianne called Ashley. I was just hanging up when Marianne said "She's there! She's at Ashley's." Relief swept through me, and I suddenly remembered that the day before Megan had asked if she could go to Ashley's after school. I had said yes, but we hadn't talked about it further to confirm the details. I realized that Megan had assumed it was okay to go home with Ashley straight from the bus. I had forgotten, and it hadn't come up again before school on Tuesday. So technically I guess it's my fault for getting all worked up. But now we have a new rule that no matter what I agree to, the kids have to remind me about it on the day it's going to happen, and call me when they get to their destination so I know they are alright.
When things like that happen, it very forcefully reconfirms how much I love my kids, and how much I take them for granted. I am guilty of not taking time each day to consider what a blessing they are in my life. For those minutes that I felt that I could have lost Megan forever, I was sick and overwhelmed thinking what life would be like without her. It's cliche when we say that our kids are our reason for living, but it is so true! What else but intense, enduring, parental love could motivate us to work, teach, protect, and sacrifice for another human being like we do?
Thankfully, tragedy did not visit our family that day. I got a miniscule taste of what some families who have lost a child have to endure every day. I honestly don't know how they carry on. I thank my Heavenly Father that Megan was safe, and could kick MYSELF for being so forgetful (it's happening more and more). Time to go buy some Ginko Biloba I guess!
Here are some recent photos of my beautiful girls. I can't imagine life without them!
I really don't like getting tagged, and I know I don't HAVE to do this, but it's much more fun when it's not about me. Plus, I haven't had anything to post lately, so this is a good way to get me to actually do something on my blog.
HUSBAND TAG (from Kim)
5 Things he loves:
Mountain biking
Good shoes
Oreo shakes
Getting outside to enjoy nature
Lincoln Park (editorial note 12/2/08--okay, so I didn't even know that it's "Linkin Park." Shows you how much of an interest I take in my hubby's "likes!" I don't particularly like their music (too much screaming), but he likes a couple of their songs quite a bit.)
5 Things on his "To Do" list:
Rid the world of injustice and crime
Buy iPod docking stations for Danika and Brooke for Christmas
Finish filling in dirt in the bedding area along the side of the house
Finish reading the autobiography of Parley P. Pratt (this is the longest book he has ever read, and he actually might finish it this year!)
Swap the locations of the printer and the scanner
5 foods he enjoys:
Anything and everything from Great Harvest Bread Store
Cafe Rio Pork Barbacoa Salad
My homemade pizza
Ben and Jerry's ice cream--pretty much any flavor
Kozy Shack Rice Pudding
5 things you might not know about him:
He has invisible hair
He loves Karen Carpenter songs
He cried during "My Girl" and "Steel Magnolias"
He makes a mean whole wheat pancake
(This is bragging) he graduated 2nd in his FBI Academy class, but really should have been 1st :o)
5 places he's lived:
This question was a bugger on the FBI application (we had to list everywhere he had ever lived, including exact addresses).
Tucson, Arizona
Brazil
Utah (various cities)
Quantico, Virginia
Las Vegas, Nevada
5 quirky things about him:
He loves carrot juice and thinks it tastes like chocolate milk
He has a serious case of wanderlust--he always wants to move
He will NOT EVER button the top button on his dress shirts
He has an entire Rubbermaid tote full of free t-shirts from computer shows in the basement, but he wears the same 3 t-shirts all the time
He is a paradox: super health-conscious, but also overeats (and has little self control with sweets); frugal, but also sometimes a compulsive shopper (especially @ Costco); very attentive to detail when he wants to be, but also ADD when it comes to other things But I sure love him!
This is a favorite poem of mine by Barbara Kingsolver (in her poetry collection Another America). She is one of my favorite authors (The Poisonwood Bible, The Bean Trees). I like to read it when I'm having one of those "bad hair" days to remind me my frustrations are just so trivial. I'm sure I'm violating all kinds of copyright laws by posting this here. The poem is entitled Reveille--which means "a signal to arise." Warning: contains anatomical terminology that may make you blush!
Reveille by Barbara Kingsolver
I am the woman whose flesh does not move when she walks, the nipple-less, the bloodless, sweatless woman who cries copious tears from the pressure of all other prohibited secretions. I am painted in the colors of no flower that ever really bloomed, I do not smell like any living thing. I am the woman at war with body hair: who curls her oriental hair, straightens her African hair, garnishes her eyelids with hair and removes it from her eyebrows, pursues it and relentlessly destroys it, engaged in war with her mammalian origins. Literally you have seen me a million times: the radically altered female who doesn't stand out in the crowd of radically altered females, I remain because the potential of my body is a universe. If I should abandon the battle and turn my pious fury on something less persistent, more conqureable than my sex, if I should go away to war and leave my fields behind, unmowed, unmanicured, and let the weeds spring up, if I were to become the animal that I am, then what?
Does anyone else ever feel like this?. . . as if the things we do to ourselves in the name of "Beauty" really just distracts us of from real potential and strength? Or that we are sabotaging our own gender by trying to keep up with--or one up--each other in the beauty arena? Sometimes I think it's more about competition with our own sex than for being "pretty" for the male species. Just think of what we could accomplish if we didn't feel obligated to spend our time on such trivial pursuits!!! I know, I'm waxing idealistic, but I just don't like waxing at all! I want off this treadmill!
Sahuaro High School class of 1988 (just had my 20-year reunion, but didn't go).
DID YOU DATE SOMEONE FROM HIGH SCHOOL? Yes, Mike was in my Seminary class. He was a senior, I was a sophomore. It was love at first sight...see how cute he was :)
WHAT KIND OF CAR DID YOU DRIVE? 1984 Toyota Corolla hatchback which pulled dangerously to one side.
WHAT WAS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT IN HIGH SCHOOL? I have no idea. I've repressed the whole thing.
WERE YOU A PARTY ANIMAL? Heck no! I was a good Mormon girl. I never was offered anything either, even though some guys at my 16th birthday were snorting cocaine in my bathroom unbeknownst to me.
WERE YOU CONSIDERED A FLIRT? I don't think so. Ask Mike.
WERE YOU IN BAND, ORCHESTRA, OR CHOIR? None of the above. I'm a quitter. I played the flute in elementary and jr. high though.
WERE YOU A NERD? By whose standards?
WERE YOU ON ANY VARSITY TEAMS? Nope.
DID YOU EVER GET SUSPENDED OR EXPELLED? No, no, no. I was a good girl.
CAN YOU SING THE FIGHT SONG? Nope. Don't even know if we had one.
WHO WERE YOUR FAVORITE TEACHERS? Ms. Walters--Sr. English, hands down. Perhaps my Art History teachers as a close second. Everyone else pretty much stunk.
WHERE DID YOU SIT DURING LUNCH? With my friends Kristi, Shari, and Nicole. When I started driving I went home for lunch. This is Kristi, my best friend.
SCHOOL MASCOT? SHS Cougars
DID YOU GO TO THE HOMECOMING? WITH WHO? Never.
IF YOU COULD GO BACK AND DO IT ALL AGAIN, WOULD YOU? NEVER!
WHERE DID YOU GO ON SR. SKIP DAY? Don't have any recollection. I probably asked my mom if I could stay home that day. I really wasn't part of the whole school scene--I was a loner. However, I hated my Algebra class which was first period, so Kristi and I would go to the Seminary building (which was locked until 4th period) and hang out by the back door until our next class. Once we got caught by her dad, who was a counselor in the stake presidency. That was pretty embarrassing, and I never ditched again!
WERE YOU IN ANY CLUBS? Nope. Loner.
HAVE YOU GAINED SOME WEIGHT SINCE THEM? Uh...yeah! What kind of dumb question is that?
WHO WAS YOUR PROM DATE? Went with Mike to his senior prom. Almost didn't go to mine until my friend Scott Levin found out and asked me--I was his charity case.
WHAT CLIQUES WERE YOU IN? The "Mormon" one, I guess. But we all did our own thing. I hung out with Kristi and her sister my Freshman and Sophomore years, and then Mike during the 2nd half of Sophomore year. When Kristi moved and Mike left on his mission, I was buddies with Mike's little brother.
That was painful. Why do we fill these dumb things out? I don't even know how I tag anyone else. How about Rachel and Kysha?
SEven though it's rainy and yucky outside, I am just smiling inside! Do you want to know why? Aren't you just dying to know how it is that I could be so blissful? Well, it's silly really. Most people couldn't care less about books, and you, dear reader, most likely don't have a warped sense of reality because your best friends are probably PEOPLE, not books. But some of MY best, beloved friends ARE books, and even scarier is that certain stories have almost become personified to me, with distinct personalities that I love to revisit, remember, and hang out with. Weird, I know.
So back to why I am floating on cloud nine: I was fortunate enough to attend a Shannon Hale book signing with my daughters for the new graphic novel Rapunzel's Revenge!!! (If you don't know, graphic novels are a relatively new genre. Basically, they are comic books with a bit more mature slant.) RR It is a retelling of the fairy tale in a old West setting. It's geared toward younger audiences, but it's still a pretty fun read--for a "comic" book. Shannon (yes, I'm on a first-name basis with her now) is an extraordinary author of children's fiction, including one of my favorite stories, Goose Girl and it's sequels Enna Burning and River Secrets, Newbery-honor winner Princess Academy, and her more recent adult novel Austenland. Many of Shannon's books belong in my "friend" category, so getting to meet her and hear her talk about her writing just made my day, or maybe my whole month!
Shannon, her co-author and husband Dean, and illustrator Nathan Hale (no relation) were at All Tucked In bookshop in Bountiful this morning. It's a quaint little boutique on Main Street full of wonderful children's books, handmade jewelry, clothing, handbags, etc. It's etsy.com incarnate.
They spoke about how the idea for the book transpired and came to fruition. The dialogue took about 8 months to write and revise, and the artwork took 16 months. Poor Nathan had never done anything like this project, and he thought it would take 4 months! One interesting thing that we learned is that Nathan did all the art at the size it is in the book, which was very hard to add detail when the frames are so small. However, they are now working on a sequel, "Calamity Jack," and Nathan is doing the artwork at 200% and then the publisher will shrink it down.
Shannon also said her publisher would like her to write a sequel to Princess Academy, but she says she won't be writing one because the story just isn't in her.
She explained that she always hated the original Rapunzel story and she always wanted to "get in there and FIX it!" She told the background of the Grimms' Rapunzel, in which the prince comes to save her and he has to keep leaving her in the tower to fetch more silk for her to weave into rope for a ladder. Evidently, whilst "stringing" Rapunzel along (no pun intended), the prince has his way with her and they have a "love child." At this point, Shannon says: I can't really say this in mixed company (the love-child part) , but I have to wonder about the motives of this prince. I mean, are there NO ropes in this kingdom?!!!
So the Hales' version makes Rapunzel into the hero (she gets herself out of the tower--yah baby!), and she hooks up with Jack (of the Jack and Beanstalk). Rapunzel figures out how to use her lavish locks as weapons, and she and Jack do some awesome tail-kickin', free Rapunzel's real mother from slavery, and save the territory from Gothel's terrible reign. Pretty great girl-power story if you ask me. What I love about Shannon's writing is that her heroines are neither male-dependent, nor male-hating. Often when you have a female protagonist, the writer makes them so anti-male that the story is unrealistic and perpetuates a negative feminist agenda. I'm not into that.
Here's a little blurb of the three of them reading a part of the book. Sorry the sound is so terrible. Shannon is wearing a wig that Nathan's wife knit for her. Each one of the individual strands in the braids is a knitted chain, not just strands of yarn--it must have taken forever to make!
I was delighted to learn that Shannon Hale was everything I imagined her to be: spunky, articulate, humorous, unassuming, passionate, friendly, likeable, and genuine. Fame has not "ruined" her, and I hope that never changes. She told of an experience she and Dean had when they were flown out to New York to do an appearance on the Today show with Al Roper. They were wined and dined, Shannon got to go shopping for a new dress for the show, and had their hair (well Shannon's hair anyway) and makeup done--all the show biz stuff. So after the show they had to go to the airport to catch their flight. Well, it started to pour, and they tried to catch a cab for 45 minutes. All the cabbies were getting ready for a shift change and nobody wanted to drive to the airport because it would take too long for them to get back for the switch. So there Shannon and Dean were, standing on Broadway with their luggage, soaked to the skin, feeling very deflated and un-famous. They finally had to take the subway to the airport. That experience reminded her that as soon as you start thinking you're something pretty special as a writer, an experience will come along to remind you not to get puffed up. I think it's great that she and her husband get out and meet their fan base at local bookshops. To me it's indicative of their being grounded in where their success lies--their readers.
If you're a Shannon Hale groupie, check out her blog. I have a link over there on the right-hand side somewhere. She said she has some Rapunzel paper dolls that Nathan drew that can be printed and colored http://spacestationnathan.com/rapunzelpaperdolls.pdf. And, hey kids, he'll post the really good ones on his blog if you send him a scan of them! Check out Nathan's other books as well--The Devil You Know and Yellowbelly and Plum. He's trying to support a family of four as an artist, which is not exactly a lucrative profession, but one that he loves.
Here are some photos of the day:
She TOUCHED my book! WOW! I am never washing that book!
Danika talking to Dean (on her right) and Nathan (left)
And one of the best parts. . . I bought a new copy of Book of a Thousand Days (that Trixie destroyed) and had Shannon sign it. All has been restored! Sigh. . . it's like Christmas!