Family week!

It's been a crazy week. Last weekend, I flew down to Utah to join my family in celebrating my Grandma's 80th birthday. It was kind of a crazy trip. I hadn't intended to go, as I had some other obligations scheduled for that weekend. However, those got moved until the next weekend. I did have to get back for an appointment on Sunday, so after a lot of deliberation, I decided to fly instead of driving down with Lori and the kids. It was a pretty crazy flight schedule. Interestingly enough, It was cheaper for me to fly if I bought a package that included 2 nights in a hotel in Salt Lake City. My flight back was at 6:00 am, so I needed a 4 am wakeup call. Pretty crazy. Anyway, the party was great. We had a family dinner for Grandma at noon on Saturday, and then began an open house at 3. She had quite a surprise. I think she knew about the party, but she didn't expect me to be there. Even more, my uncle Don, who lives in Hawaii, flew over to be there, and my aunt Ronella and her husband Clay made it as well. Grandma was moved to tears, and the look of joy on her face as she saw Don and Ronella was precious. All of her children were there for the party, and a large number of her grandchildren also. We took a number of family photos, then had a nice lunch. Most of the family pitched in, either cooking, or decorating the church cultural hall. My mom and siter-in-law did the table decorations. The center piece was a vase of Grandma's favorite flowers, and photos from early in Grandma's marraige. During lunch, my uncles and aunts did a little program. Each of them talked about things they remembered about Grandma as they grew up. They recorded the stories, so hopefully they'll digitize the audio and share it around with the rest of the family.

After the lunch, an open house was held at the church. I think it went very well. It wasn't so busy that Grandma felt overwhelmed. Several distant relatives came to visit, as well as some of Grandma's neighbors over the years. It was good to see so much of my family. I've missed the family reunions over the last several years, so it's been quite a while since I have seen many of these people. All in all, it was a very satisfying trip. On the way back, I again had a short layover in Denver. While there, I ran into a family that goes to our church, and sat next to them on the flight. It was a pleasant surprise, and a lot of fun.

My birthday also happened this week. Lori totally surprised me. I thought she had forgotten. I wasn't really all that concerned about that. We really didn't have anything planned, at least as far as I knew. I teach at WSU on that day, and Lori had called me earlier that day to tell me that she had a meeting at 7:00 that night, so I told her I'd meet her at Sierra's gymnastics so that she could attend the meeting. When I arrived, Lori took me out of the gym and told me of her plans. She had a friend taking Sierra home from gymnastics, and a babysitter at home for the other two girls, and we had a few hours for a dinner date. It was a lot of fun.

Anyway, that's all that's happened this week :)

Procrastination

So, I mentioned in a (much) earlier post that I had purchased a book on procrastination called "The Now Habit," and that I'd be posting my thoughts on it periodically as I read it. Well, I procrastinated reading the book on procrastination, and so I've only recently spent some time in the book. I'm nearly halfway through it at this point, but already I think it's having an impact.

One area the book discusses is the procrastinators internal dialog. You see, procrastination is actually a defense mechanism (and an extremely effective one at that). According to the author, people don't procrastinate because they are lazy (I'm not sure I agree with that assessment totally), the procrastinate to avoid something that is painful or undesirable. It could be that the person is a perfectionist, and is afraid that they will produce something that is not totally perfect. However, if they procrastinate, they could say that the reason that their work wasn't perfect is because they didn't give themselves enough time to complete the task. If they'd only started earlier, the project would have been perfect. That way, they can keep their sense of self worth intact. He also points out that people can be afraid of success. Yeah, I did a double take on that one myself, but after reading what the author means by that, I can actually relate to that one. Being afraid of success means that you fear what comes after success. Not the recognition, but the assignments that may come your way after you are successful or that if you are successful, there might be less work for you to do. The procrastinators internal dialog can give a lot of insight into what motivates the procrastinator to, well, procrastinate. Phrases like "I should do this," or "I need to do this," are attempts by the procrastinator to will themselves into action, but usually have the opposite effect. By saying that you "should" be some way, you are comparing the imperfect now with a perfect vision of now. Finding yourself lacking can be depressing, leading to even less motivation to improve. Saying that you "need" do something sets you at odds with some authority figure. You are being forced to do something that, given the choice, you wouldn't be doing. This allows you to play the victim, and by procrastinating, you are "sticking it to the man" to some degree. Though I haven't made many changes to my internal dialog, the book has made me far more aware of how I talk to myself with regards to tasks and assignments.

The author also points out that procrastination is very successful as a defense mechanism. That's why people use it. Procrastination almost immediately relieves stress (though it piles it on later!), and often, if one procrastinates long enough, someone else may step in and do the job that they were supposed to do. This reminds me of the Demotivator poster on procrastination "Hard work pays off over time, but laziness always pays off right now."

Birthday party or insanity?

I think we now have definitive proof that my wife is a masochist. The first clue was that she married me, but the latest demonstration happened this last weekend. Sierra turned 7 on Friday, and so my wife insisted on having a birthday party for her. I'm not sure when people started having full parties for every birthday. Growing up, there were certain ages that my parents would actually throw a party for, and the rest of the time we were allowed to invite one friend to Sunday dinner the week of our birthday. Anyway, We have a close group of friends that who have children near the same ages as our kids, and we usually invite all the kids of each family. Unfortunately, that means that we end up with 10 kids just with the families of these friends. This year, since Sierra is in first grade, Lori wanted to make sure that a few kids from her class were invited as well. Then she invited the children of another friend. In all, we had more than 20 children at the party. Things went well at first, the kids spent most of the time outside, and Lori had set up some Pokemon themed games. Everything seemed to be going well, until we brought the kids inside so Sierra could open her presents. As usual, I was taking pictures and didn't notice that the children staged a coup. They all had surrounded Sierra, with all the adults standing in a circle around the perimeter. It became a present free-for-all. Kids were practically throwing presents at Sierra to be opened, It was absolutely out of control. But the kids had fun, so I guess that was the point of the whole thing.

It being a Pokemon themed party, Sierra got a lot of Pokemon stuff. Several stuffed Pokemon, Pokemon trading cards, the whole bit. One item she got, Megan pretty much adopted. Sierra got a small stuffed Pokemon named Buneary that fit inside a Pokeball, and when the ball is thrown pops out. In keeping with a habit Megan's had lately, she got the Pokemon wet. Usually she does this when she has gotten one of her stuffed animals dirty, and wants to clean it. This time she was trying to make the Pokemon grow. Anyway, Lori put the Pokemon up to allow it to dry out, and as a punishment for Megan getting it wet. Later on Saturday, Megan kept coming up to Lori and saying "Mom, you're happy!" We weren't sure why she was doing this, but she did it 3 or 4 times. Finally I asked her why Lori was happy. Megan replied "Because she wants to give me Buneary." I had to laugh. Lori had gotten angry with Megan for getting the Pokemon wet, so now that mommy was happy, she must be ready to give it back! My kids crack me up sometimes.

I'll edit this post later once I have the pictures from the birthday party posted.

Disturbing events

A lot has happened since I've posted last (that's what happens when you let more than a month go by). Just to summarize, we bought a new car (Lori's car was dying), adopted 2 dogs (ostensibly to help Megan), and Sierra and Megan started school at the new elementary school. A lot of things, but not the focus of this post.

I called our insurance company today to get our old car removed from our insurance, and the new car put on it. I told the lady who answered the phone my name and told her that we had just purchased a new car, and traded in our old one. I gave her the details of the new car, and then she informed me the change had been made. I was a little shocked though. With nothing more than my name, and a few details about the cars that we drive, I was able to effect a change to my insurance. It seems to me that they should have at least asked me a security question to verify my identity. Pretty crazy.

A Dangerous Hobby...

OK, so I have to tell someone this, or I'll explode, and I don't really want to tell my wife, cause she'll worry the next time I run off to take pictures. This evening, I noticed that the sunset was an odd color, so I decided to take some pictures. I hopped in my car and drove up Kennedy road a bit to get away from the houses and trees that would block my view. I stopped where the road crests the hill right before it curves around candy mountain, and pulled out my gear. For 5-10 minutes, I snapped pictures, until the color I was looking for left the sky, then I put away my camera. Just as I got my camera in the bag, and had closed it up, I heard a voice behind me. I had been so wrapped up in taking pictures and breaking down my camera that I didn't hear him approach. I hadn't made out what he had asked me, so I turned around and said "huh?"

"What're you up here taking pictures of?" The light was a little behind him, so I couldn't make out facial details, but I thought for a second it was someone I knew playing a trick on me. He looked fairly young, late teens or early 20's, but it was hard to tell in that light. He had his hands resting on something that came about chest high. His tone of voice was slightly hostile or accusatory, but I didn't immediately pick up on that. Again, thinking that he was someone I knew, I responded "taking pictures of the sunset."

"Don't you bullshit me!" he said. It was about this point that I realized that I didn't know him at all. In my mind, I just thought "whatever", and snorting in derision, I turned and walked around my car, and got in the drivers seat. As I did, he turned and walked away, and I saw what it was he had been resting his arms on. In his right hand he carried a rifle with a scope on it, and I was struck how that conversation could have turned out very differently. I was a little frustrated, because of the 2 of us, only he was doing anything close to illegal (Coming out with his gun could be considered brandishing), and yet he probably thought he was defending his property or privacy or some such nonsense.

Busy week

This is the first week of summer vacation, though it seems like we are more busy than we were during school. Lori has been driving all over the valley. The kids are enrolled in swimming lessons, still doing gymnastics, and Sierra just started piano lessons this week. She likes playing the piano, but not the drudgery of practice, so I know she is definitely my daughter. The teacher (Lori's cousin Audrey) gave Sierra an assignment for practice, which pretty much constitutes the first 3 pages of her work book. But I think Sierra is getting bored with playing the same thing over and over again, because she keeps wanting to move on beyond those pages. She's getting better at playing the assigned passages, but I hope, for her sanity and mine, that Audrey will let her move on next week.


The other exciting news (aside from all that and buying a piano too) is that Sierra began riding her bike without training wheels this week. She had been begging to get them off her bike, ever since her friend Gage had his removed last week. So, Monday evening, I ran out of excuses (I really wasn't looking forward to chasing her bike up and down the street while holding the seat to keep it steady), and removed the training wheels. The first pass up and down the street, she did pretty good, though she kept leaning to one side. She denied she was doing it until I let go of the seat briefly to prove my point. After the second pass though, she had it down! All in all, I think it took about 10 minutes for her to be able to ride without the training wheels, though it took a few practice turns for her to be able to make a turn without putting a foot down to save herself a fall. She's been zipping all over the neighborhood since. We've gone on a few small rides together, and perhaps this weekend, we'll go down to the parks along the river and ride for a bit. She's a little nervous about that, because of all the people that walk/ride along the bike path, but I think with a little more practice, she can handle it.

Camping 'n stuff

My friend Erin over at flarinerin has been giving me a hard time about posting, so that's a clear sign that it's time.

It's been a busy few weeks. Over the Memorial Day weekend, we went camping with our church congregation. Lori and I were not all that thrilled about going when the day came, but the kids were already pumped about going camping, so away we went. Our church maintains a campground in the Cascades near White Pass. It's a beautiful area set on a small reservoir. Once we got there, we had a great time. The kids were instantly interested in going boating, but since we had gotten to the campsite so late, we promised them an outing Saturday morning. There were skits and dutch oven cooking that night. The kids enjoyed the campfire most of all though. Sierra was a marshmallow roasting machine. I think she was more interested in making smores than eating them. The other attraction was throwing pine cones from the huge pile of them near each fire pit. Eventually, we did get them to settle down and go to sleep. The next morning, the kids were impatient to get on the lake. Unfortunately, the boats were locked up so we waited until after breakfast (also provided by the church). When we finished, the boats were still locked, so Lori hunted down the caretaker for the camp and got him to come unlock them. There was one row boat, and 5 canoes. We never really considered the canoes, there was no way that we would be able to keep the kids from standing up in the boat, and we really had no desire to end up swimming. We rowed around the lake for some 10 - 15 minutes, dodging trees and fishermen. But eventually we had to take the boat back. Hailey could have spent the entire day in that boat, and she protested at the top of her lungs! Once back on land, we cleaned up camp, and returned home. Later that afternoon, we headed over to Evans house to celebrate the birthday of Daniel, Evan's stepson.

Sunday was pretty crazy. Lori and the girls went to church with Evan and his family, while I rehersed our church choir and conducted then during church. I then ran over to Evan's church to be there as Daniel received the priesthood, and then ran back to church to substitute leading the music in primary in my church. I had a few other things planned that night, but was able to get out of them so that we could spend the rest of the evening with Evan's family.

Monday, I attended a memorial program for the veterans in the Tri-cities. The stake choir has sung at this event for the past 2 years, and it's something that I've really looked forward to. The program is always very touching, and it reminds me of my grandfather, who served in World War 2. This year, I took my camera and took several pictures during and after the program. I'll have to post them sometime.

This last weekend, our church engaged in a service project for several single older ladies. The week before, I had been asked to lead the activities for one of the projects, so Friday night, I and another member went to Home Depot and spent about $70 on flowers and other supplies. The plan was to do as much for these ladies as we could in just 2 hours. I don't know how the other projects went, but ours went great. A couple of young men spent most of the time planting flowers, and they did a great job. I replaced a couple of electrical outlets for her, and checked out the fire alarms. The toughest part of the whole project for me, was crawling into the crawl space below her trailer to pull a dryer hose from the dryer to the vent exit on the side. I hate spiders. I don't mind getting close enough to kill them, but the idea of crawling under that trailer, especially after opening the door and seeing all the spider webs. There was quite a bit of debris, and I just knew there were spiders in every corner. It took me a few minutes to work up my nerve to belly crawl to the hole in the floor where the dryer hose came through. Ten minutes later, I had the hose pulled through and hooked up, and you couldn't have gotten me back under there for anything. We finished by fixing a cabinet door, which required that I run home to get a drill to modify the mounting hardware. The project was a great success.

Wow, I didn't mean for this to be such a novel, but I guess when you post once a month, lots happens between posts. I have a few posts I'm working on that aren't travel logs. Hopefully I'll get one of those out here for your enjoyment.