2011 Dance Review

Cam's Dance Review was AWESOME! She does such a great job and can really "get down". It was wonderful to see how hard she's worked all year and how much she's progressed. My beautiful dancer-girl. Mindy, Cam's instructor, has some really amazing showmanship. You can really tell she's having a ball up there. She smiles, hoops and hollers, it's so fun to watch. I had to throw in the last picture of the little girl, they were chickens and it busted me up they were so cute and sweet.

End of Softball Season

Chels' season ended a lot happier than the boys'. Chels' played her guts out all year long and succeeded in learning to beat the mental game. It was impressive and quite something to behold. I am so proud of how strong she grew, both mentally and physically. The girls ended with a District Title and a tough battle at state. Games that were still 0-0 in the 6th inning or had extra innings. Nuts! The girls didn't win at state, but they had a fantastic season.

The end of the season...baseball, that is

The end of Ry's Junior year baseball season was extremely tragic. We got the screws put to us by the umps in the District Playoffs. Disgusting. We were ahead by two runs, when the home plate ump called a bock of Ry. Ryan wasn't even on the mound yet, so how in the world is that possible? It all went down hill from there. Right after that, our right fielder made an amazing catch and, due to his momentum, fell over the back fence and dropped the ball. The 1st base ump called it a homerun. Hasn't that fool ever heard of "catch and carry"? So, Danny went out to argue the call (he never lost his temper or raised his voice...I was so proud of him). The ump tells him he doesn't have the right to appeal the call and tosses him from the game. Danny goes to the head ump to appeal the call; during that time some things were said by our fans (mostly arguing that they shouldn't throw Dan out as he has the right to appeal). The comments by our fans resulted in the first base ump grabbing his junk multiple times at the crowd. Nasty little guy. There were several other things that culminated in our catcher, who is a Senior, getting ejected from the game. After Danny was booted, our kids did the best they could to keep playing, but you could see that they'd been taken out of the game mentally. Ry pitched several strikes, but shockingly enough, the home plate ump's strike zone had magically shrunk to the size of a playing card. There was nothing we could do. The boys fought hard, but knew they were done. Ry pitched the ball, Randon caught it and came up to pick the guy off on third. However, the batter hadn't stepped out of the box, so Randon threw the ball and it hit the kid right in the side of the helmet; knocked him goofy. And what happened? The ump ejected Randon from the game. No kidding. Technically the batter should've been out for interference. Disappointing and sad. Our catcher didn't even get to finish the last game he'll ever play. After the game, things got strange. The 1st base ump went to the bus and confronted my BIL Leland. During the discussion, the ump head butted Leland in the face, resulting in a fat lip. When the NIAA director was told about everything that happened his response was, "What? What happened? Who was involved? Oh, Lincoln. There's nothing I can do about it." Truth is, LCHS will never win a district title as long as we are playing at Needles, a school that shouldn't even be in our league because it's in CA. Sad, sad ending to the season. I haven't cried over the end of baseball season, well, ever. It was tragic and felt so unfinished. It is a terrible thing to see grown boys cry due to the frustration of not even being given a fair chance.

Bambi's Dad...watch out!

The power of positive thinking works. No kidding. Friday morning, before tags came out, I very confidently told Judge Papez I would be drawing a 22 tag. He laughed at me and said, "Now there's a great example of hopeful thinking." To which I replied, "No, really. You'll see that I'm a 22 tag holder in just a matter of hours." Yes I was being cocky and partly joking. Funny thing is, I really DID feel confident I would draw a tag. I'm certain you can guess what happened with the draw.

The best part about being a tag holder is that I get Dan Lloyd all to myself for three whole weeks. Indeed, I get to spend three whole weeks with my best friend, hiking in God's beautiful, yet treacherous, country, breathing in the clean air, watching the sun rise/set, and just "being". I LOVE being the tag holder. Unless it snows and it's cold. Then, I'm a disgruntled crybaby, well mentally anyway. I try to keep the griping to a minimum, but if anyone could ever hear my thoughts...

At any rate, Bambi's dad had better be on the lookout for me and the .243, or maybe even the cannon (Dan's 400 ultra). He's in trouble this year as I fully intend to be serving him up on the dinner table. ;)

Heart Attacks and the E.R.

I was enjoying a lovely evening at home, just sitting on the couch watching TV. All by myself. Just me and total control of the television. Danny had gotten called out to work. Cam was at a friend's house staying the night. Chels was with her friends roasting marshmallows at the Sand Dunes. And, Ryan, oh Ryan, heaven bless that child. Ryan went bunny bashing with two of his friends, Mitchell and Joey. They'd taken off for the circle field on their four wheelers to have a little fun.

Just finished up a fascinating documentary on HBO when the phone rang. It was Ry. I knew something was wrong immediately. He told me he'd wrecked, tore up the four wheeler pretty badly, and that he was in bad shape himself. I confess, I panicked a little. I didn't know where the circle field was nor did I have a clue how I was going to load a broken six foot boy & his 800 lb. four wheeler into the truck.

Thank heavens for Donnie, who didn't bat an eyelash when I called him in something of a panic. I picked him up and we went and got Ry. The four wheeler, thank heavens, in is much worse shape than my son.

We met Danny at the house and headed to the ER for what I believe to be Ryan's 9th trip since he was a small boy.

Who should be on call? Why, the same staff as always. Bart, the P.A., and Nurse Jim. There were quite a few jokes made, at Ry's expense, after they'd ascertained that this is one lucky kid and he'd live to see another day. Riding that fast without a helmet, and rolling this machine goodness knows how many times, is beyond dangerous, and all he did was dislocate his shoulder; that qualifies him as lucky. I'm so grateful that Heavenly Father was watching over Ryan. We've officially been offered frequent flyer miles at Grover C. Dils ER.

I'm excessively grateful that Ry is okay. Dang kids.

The Sands of Time

The Sands of Time are unstoppable. The days we spend wishing our lives away are precious moments we will never get back.

My baby boy is a Senior in high school as of two minutes ago. I am happy/sad. I plan on spending the next 12 months hugging him more than ever and savoring every moment.

Ryan, being blessed to be your mom is one of the greatest joys of my life. You are a wonderful human being, and I am lucky beyond belief to know you. I have enjoyed every day thus far in the journey of watching you become who I always knew you would be. You are the son every mother in this world hopes for, the kind that believes in helping old ladies across the street. You are my heart. I love you. No mother could be more proud of the person her child has become and will continue to become.

Oh the sweet strains!

This world would be horrible without music. I love how music, and smells too, can take you back in time. Music is a time machine in and of itself. It brings back the good and bad times. And they're all great.

I've been editing photos from my most recent shoot with my fabulous friend Emilia and her lovely family. As always, you know I've got some jams on. Tonight, the jams are making me melancholy. Elton John was right when he sang "the kick inside is in the line that finally gets to you and it feels so good to hurt so bad...and suffer just enough to sing the blues". Yep, I'm singing the blues while being happy at the same time. Listening to some seriously old school country jams, and I feel so close to my dad right now. He would be really proud of me today. His baby girl got a perfect score on her English test.

I might be old as crap, Daddy, but I can still write!

Easter Egg Hunt

Saturday was such a fun day. We slept in late (loved it!) and made a mad dash to get ready and go watch Cam in what will probably be her last Pioche Easter egg hunt. She was all smiles until the numbers were drawn. Cam didn't win and when I was snapping her picture and said, "Show me what winners look like" this is the happy face I received as a reply. Yep, she's a competitive Lloyd through and through.

The last picture displays all the beauty of Cam's absolutely, not-sure-you-can-see-'em, favorite shoes. Bold and bright, just like their owner.

Got my gear!

In spite of the fact that Dan Lloyd continues to tell us we're going to get jumped by wearing Yankees goods to Angels Stadium, we're wearing it anyway. Hey, I watched "The Fighter" (Christian Bale and Marky Mark were amazing); I feel more than qualified to kick some tush, AND I have stayed at a Holiday Inn Express. We'll be just fine.

Besides, how can you show your team spirit if you're not decked out in their gear? That's right; you can't.

Our Last Science Fair

Cam decided to test window cleaners for the science fair. Can vinegar clean better than Windex? You bet! Cam's vinegar concoction cleans just about anything you can imagine and it does a fantastic job, even if it's super stinky. It's an earth friendly way to kill the cooties in your house. I was incredibly proud to see Cam's display. She worked really hard and proved her theory to be correct.

Wooooooooohooooooooo, Jeter!!!

I can hardly wait! June 3 will see the Dan Lloyd clan sitting in Angel Stadium rooting for our favorite Yankee, Derek Jeter. We've got great seats and, with Jeter on the roster, a fantastic view. I don't care if the critics say he's not as good as he used to be; truth is, he's not. None of us are as good as we used to be. That's called getting older. But who cares?! He's still easy on the eyes and a total class act.

Go, Yankees!!!!!!

New Lease on Life

Haircuts. There are few things in this world that make a woman feel better. Especially a good haircut. You know the kind...you walk out feeling renewed, spunky, fun, and pretty. You stand a little straighter and walk a little more confidently. Cam & I busted over to UT this morning before the baseball/softball games to get our "hairs did". Dan hates mine, but I love it. Besides, he isn't the one who has to style it.

Cam got over four inches trimmed off, a few layers cut in, and Jessie decided she needed some curl. I think it looks fantastic.

By the way, Cam is very interested in photography and does a bang up job. She snapped my head shot and, man, don't her eyes look like mine?

AND, Dan, I thought I'd include a picture of my other twin. Ed Grimley. Gotta love Ed.

AND, AND, maybe it's the lighting, maybe it's the fact that I had way more makeup on than usual, but my eyes aren't enhanced at all. Neat-o, huh? I have GREAT eye genes on the Phillips side.

Curb Your Tongue

"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me." That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard. We should ever be watchful about the things that we say to each other for words can cut one to the quick, and the damage lasts longer than any broken bone.

There are few things in this world that bother me as much as the foolish words we toss out at others without thinking. The hurt we inflict and often never know. Please, can't we just love each other more. Be kinder. Softer in our approach. Gentler in our thoughts towards each other.

And, IF YOU DON'T HAVE SOMETHING NICE TO SAY....

If only I could remember this...

WHEN A MAN SHOWS YOU WHO HE REALLY IS THE FIRST TIME, BELIEVE HIM. THE FIRST TIME.

I was tested...maybe you should be, too

After having been sick for over five months, I was finally tested for Vitamin D deficiency. I tested incredibly low. This deficiency is linked to so many things, including Seasonal Affected Disorder (seasonal depression), fatigue, and suppression of the immune system. All of which have controlled my life for the last several months. I have been taking 4,000IU Vitamin D3 and it's making an enormous difference. For the first time in months, I'm healthy and I have some energy. I have been poked and prodded, took a nasty-horrible round of steroids, and been sick more days than I've been well only to discover this is all caused by one little Vitamin. If you have issues, it's cheap to get it tested. You have the right to ask your dr to test you AND it appears that deficiencies are hereditary among women (my mom is deficient, too). I found this really great link that discusses Vitamin D inside and out. I don't recommend running out and buying D without getting tested; I just know that it's working for me.

http://www.womentowomen.com/healthynutrition/vitamind.aspx

Lonesome

Being or feeling alone is one of the saddest places to be. You can have all the money in the world but if you don't have anyone to share it with, you have nothing. The need for human companionship is universal. In ancient times, people stuck together because they literally needed each other to survive. In today's world, we tend to spread out and live more isolated lifestyles. In some ways this is a luxury (one I've grown to hate). In other ways we had it better when we lived in close proximity. Humans are creatures of community and need each other for companionship.

Ah, the luck 'o the Irish

It was certainly with me when this beautiful baby girl came into my life 15 years ago today. I've been thinking about the first time we met all day. We got up early the morning of the 16th because Dan Lloyd's brother Donnie was going through the LDS Temple to take out his endowments. The whole way over to St. George I was having terrible stomach cramps. I chalked it up to the banana I'd eaten earlier since they always make my stomach hurt. We got to Enterprise and Dan said "You've been complaining about your stomach hurting every X amount of minutes. I bet you're in labor." Of course, I argued, but he was so panicked about it that I consented to go to the hospital just to be checked. Imagine my total shock when they decided to keep me because, yep, I was in labor. I missed the temple session and had the meanest nurse in the world. Michelle was her name. Last name was probably Kavorkian. Anyway, I'd been hooked up to monitors and the whole nine yards for hours before Dan finally came to the hospital. I wasn't making very good progress. Fast forward hours and hours and hours and hours later. Chels made her appearance just a little after midnight. She took my breath away, she was so exquisitely lovely. Her shock of dark auburn colored hair. Her wrinkly little body. The way she felt in my arms. She was by far my most snuggly baby. Still is. I fell deeply, irrevocably in love with this joyous miracle.

This has been a very interesting day. From an impromptu surprise birthday party (I got a text from Chels' gal pals asking if they could decorate her room and throw her a party) to the sweetest text from Aunt Gina ("Top 'o the mornin' to ya! Here's hoping you have a fabulous birthday. I wasn't blessed with a daughter...but a beautiful and talented niece like you is the next best thing."). We had about a dozen or so giggling teenagers, girls AND boys. They showed up, hid in her room, and screamed "surprise!" when she flipped the light on to put her practice stuff in there. Her response? Scream like a lunatic. They stuck around for a while and I enjoyed the cacaphony coming from the downstairs; made me smile.

I even departed from the traditional green birthday cake. We had rainbow cupcakes with green frosting. Funny how I can figure out how to foul up even a cupcake. Oh well, they were ugly but tasted fabulous.

Chelsea, I love you so much. You are everything I hope to be one day. Sweet, kind, compassionate, gentle, loving, forgiving, great freckles, just everything. No mother could be more thankful for such a wonderful daughter.


HAPPY BIRTHDAY, 15 YEAR OLD POPPY TATER! Are your ears pointy yet? (She was convinced she was a leprechaun when she was 4 and checked the mirror every day to see if her ears had come in yet.)