I’m not so crazy after all!

I knew there was wisdom in having 2 blogs. This morning I couldn’t get into this one! Ha, all you who thought I was crazy!!! Because I misspelled my entire blog address when setting it up, I couldn’t remember it! Ok, maybe I am a little crazy.

Anyway, I am not going to write the same thing on this one  as I did on my other blog , so you’ll have to read the other one, too. (see here for other blog) Why? Because I’m the mom! (well, it works for my son, anyway!)

 I want to say how much I love my sweet husband and little boy! They are the two best guys in the whole world! Eason is always giving me hugs and kisses, and Merritt is always making sure I have everything I need…. along with hugs and kisses, too! Thank you guys for making me feel like a princess!!!

                               

PMS and Taxes

     This is it, tax time is definitely here. I can tell because my pulse quickens, and becomes irregular. My hair tends to be unmanageable during tax time, as well. My eyes seem to become shiftier, my sentences more clipped, and my mood agitated. Ok, it could be PMS, as my symptoms are identical, but I am certain it is tax time because Merritt gets a twinkle in his eye. Yes, anything finance related and Merritt gets absolutely giddy….. something that doesn’t happen when I’m PMS’ing. I, on the other hand, absolutely HATE discussing, mentioning, thinking about, smelling, looking at, anything related to money! Ok, I do like to spend it, but that’s the only thing I like about money! So, when this time of year comes around, I just want to get a heating pad, a pint of Ben and Jerry’s “Everything but the….” and crawl into bed watching “Pride and Prejudice”. (I do the same when PMS’ing, if you must know! )

Incidentally, when the two come simultaneously……. watch out world! Put a sign on our door that says:

Beware! Proceed with great caution! Enter at your own risk! We are not responsible for loss of life or limb in the event things should go badly while inside. If Erin starts to twitch, even a little, and her breathing becomes shallow and quick, run for your life! (and please take Merritt and Eason with you!)
or perhaps a simpler one would just read:
Watch for flying objects!

I Am A Yoga Goddess!!!!

Yoga Freak!

“Breathe……. deeply, slowly………. feel the strength flow through your body as you slowly and smoothly rise off your mat while exhaling……..”

NO, this is not a dream, it was my morning yoga instructor. No, I don’t go to a public place to humiliate myself in front of a class full of skinny, freakily limber yoga maniacs, I watch it in the privacy of my livingroom on a DVD. (where my son laughs at me and tells me I’m not doing it like the lady on the screen…… Ya, I know!!!)

I have issues with Yoga, but I am forcing myself to do it anyway. In the end, I really do feel more “centered”…. whatever that means, and I am at least stretched out. I can bend more easily throughout the day to pick up countless socks and crayons. And I guess I am a little more patient and calm, so I continue to force myself into this routine almost every morning. Did I mention the yoga instructor from “High School Musical 2″ is in my ward? Ya, so I feel like I’m already semi-pro, ya know?

“Gently place your yoga brick underneath your bottom as you sit straight and reach for the sky…”

Ok, gently? I have to roll totally off the mat to get the yoga brick where I’m supposed to sit on it, then try not to fall off it as it wobbles underneath me. Am I doing it right? I look at the tv and she is perfectly still and calm. I must be doing it wrong, but how many sides to a brick are there? I try it the long way, the tall way…. Owe! That can’t be right! Besides, it’s made of foam… It’s not like it’s the sturdiest thing around. Although, before I had the brick I was using soup cans. Believe me, sitting on the brick is MUCH better than the soup can!!!!

“Reach your hands outward and breathe.” (Yes, I have to constantly be reminded to breathe. It’s true. I have no problem every other minute of my life, but when doing yoga I tend to stop breathing altogether. ) “Breathe…… and as your reach your hands out, feel yourself widening, reaching, becoming freer…..”

Ok, I definitely feel the widening part. But, I thought I was supposed to fix that with yoga! The free part? Well, I feel shaky and wobbly, and a little faint? Are you supposed to see spots in front of your eyes doing this?

“While placing your hands on your brick, gently lift your bottom into the air. Lengthen your legs and feet……… equally distribute the weight between your hands and feet……….. feel calm…. relaxed……. be present…..”

Present? Where else would I be, trying not to fall over sideways onto the dog who seems to think I look strange for some reason! How does one “gently” lift ones bottom into the air while feeling calm and relaxed, anyway? It isn’t a natural position. Do you ever see people in the grocery store doing that? “Oh ya, I do it when I get stressed out a the meat department! It helps me feel calm and relaxed.”

Merritt comes in the room. I hurry and try to look relaxed, calm, present. I’m trying to lay on the mat with my feel “firmly” on the ground while lifting my abdomen high into the air. I try as hard as I can to look like I know what I’m doing….. to look like the lady on tv. He looks at me for a minute, then says…”are you sure you’re doing that right?” One look from me sends him scurrying from the room.

My routine is finally over. However, I refuse to say “Namas-te” at the end like the lady does. It feels strange….. are Mormon’s supposed to say that? (tee hee) Boy, do I feel “present”, though. I can’t understand why anyone wouldn’t want to do that every day!

Tomorrow I think I’ll make Merritt do it with me!

It’s Not Too Late To Save Yourselves… If You’re Under 6!

“A 6 year old should be able to discipline himself. He should be self-motivated. He should be able to do his work without being reminded.”


(These are the words my son’s teacher said to me this morning when I went to his class to see for myself why he hasn’t been able to get his work done in class. )

I’m sorry, but if any of you have had a 6 year old, you probably laughed at that statement. I mean, Really!!! I would be very worried if I had a child that WAS self motivated, and didn’t have to be reminded to do things! Yes, it would be heaven, but part of our punishment on this earth for having tormented our parents is that we have children just like us, who have to be constantly reminded to do things- it’s the part of the “trial” phase of this earth life that is supposed to “afflict and torment” us! So, when my child’s 1st grade teacher tells me that she expects all her children to manage their own time and be self-motivated, I have to wonder, what planet did you get your degree on?!

I sat in that classroom today during what is supposed to be reading time. Every child in there was talking and laughing with eachother, their stack of books left untouched on their desks. (with the exception to the 2 or 3 who were actually reading, there’s always the quiet introverted ones.) The teacher sat at her desk making phone calls, or writing, never once telling the class to be quiet. In my day…. oh, here I go, sounding old. I guess it can’t be helped, to my son I AM old! Anyway, in MY day talking was NOT allowed in class! Remember how your teacher would make you all be perfectly quiet, and there’d always be that one kid who’d make a vulgar noise and the whole class would laugh, and the teacher would look up and demand to know who it was! Anyway, this teacher just expects the kids to get their work done while they talk! First Graders!!!

Now, I don’t have a teaching degree, but I did go to college for 6 years. It seems to me, first grade is where the teacher actually teaches the children. (College is where they teach themselves. At least in my case!) Is it too much for me to expect that when I pay taxes for my son’s education, that he might actually be educated? That includes teaching a child how to focus during class, and how to stay on task, doesn’t it? According to her, school is different now then it was when I was in school. (Ya, they show DVD’s in stead of videos, have computer lab where each kid gets their own computer whereas my day the whole class crammed around one brand spankin new computer and no one know how to use it, and text messaging is banned instead of passing creatively folded paper notes.) Other than that, it’s pretty much the same- first graders are still 6 and 7, boys still think girls are no different, (cooties comes next year, I think), kids talk until told to be quite…. or else, and self motivation is in the far distant future!

I recall becoming somewhat self-motivated and self-disciplined somewhere during my Junior year, I think it was a monday, and I was motivated to get out of bed early for school, but that was probably because there was actually a cute boy in my first period who I wanted to sit by, now that I think about it.

So, I guess all this ranting and rambling isn’t going to solve the problem- my son is not self-motivated, or self-disciplined. Yes, he is 6, but that’s no excuse. I guess I’d better stop telling him to clean his room, do his homework, pick up after himself, stop teasing the dog, be nice to his friends, don’t sneak toys to school in his backpack, wear his coat, don’t wipe his face on his shirt, eat all his green beans, and don’t wipe boogers on your bed sheets. I mean, if he doesn’t do it by now, he’s never going to, right? So, when should it be taught? I think those of you with 9-15 months olds, you’d better start drilling self-discipline into those babies right away, when they turn 6 it’s just too late! We’ll be filling out our papers for the State Penn next week. I hear they may be making breakthroughs in teaching self-discipline to people over 6, but we’ll see.

Snow-Driven to Madness….

(a Haiku in 3 parts, by Erin Taylor)

Ehhhh……. Hem………

Part the First:

Little Devils

Oh, little snowflakes,
Why do you torture me so?
I have had enough!

Part the Second:

Retribution

I will take revenge!
Choppping, Throwing, Violently
ending little lives…

part the Third:

 Inner Peace

Warmed by hot chocolate
I laugh at their muffled cries
for here comes the snow plow!

Going To Paris!!!

I think it’s time I start getting excited. Merritt and I are going to Paris, Wales, and England in June! (Thus the french music you are now listening to~) We are going with our choir, and we’ll be there for 14 days!
First, we will be stopping in Wales to have a druid ceremony in cloaks and hoods at Stonehenge. (Ok, well maybe I’ll bring my druid cloak, if I can find it!)
Then it’s on to the birthplace of William Shakespeare, and then to Cantebury, where we get to stay in an awesome castle-looking thing!! I am just soooo excited~ After the awesome castle-looking thing, we go to Paris! I am going to make Merritt buy me a rose and wear tight pants and dance around the streets with a tight butt and sing to me like Gene Kelly in “An American in Paris”. 
(one of my all-time favorites!!!)
I hope we get a chance to see the Palace of Versailles!!!

I am totally obsessed with all things castle and palace! We will be singing in the Cathedral of Notre Dame! Merritt is pretty excited about that!

So, it should be a totally awesome trip! I’d better watch “French Kiss”  a few times to brush up on my French!

If You Didn’t Laugh, You’d Run Screeming From The Room!

 Being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints is the greatest thing in my life. With that said, I must comment that some of the people in my church aren’t always what you would consider “normal”.  Let me just recount some of the interesting people I have attended church with over my 34 years on this earth, who have certainly made life interesting….

1)
In my ward growing up, there was a funny little man who was just a little “off”. He got up one Sunday for testimony meeting and as he walked to the front of the chapel it became blaringly obvious he was wearing a wig. He bore his testimony, and at the end he said, “and I just want you all to know that sometimes things are not as they seem….” at which time he then quickly pulled off the wig in a dramatic fashion and walked off the stand. We were all stunned! Of course, being children, my brother and I had no hessitation whatsoever at bursting into laughter!
2)
Our ward had a talent show one night.  A young woman was going to play the accordian, and walked up onto the stand. The accompanist started, and she began her song. Shortly into it, though, something must have gone horribly wrong, although it wasn’t aparent to any of us, because she suddenly started sinking down. She just kept sinking and sinking until she was completely out of sight behind the 3 foot wooden wall on the stand! I wondered how long she was going to lay down there before she had the courage to get up again! She eventually slunk off the stage. We never found out what went wrong.
3)
We had backwards day in our Sunday School one day when I was little. Everyone was to come dressed backwards. When my brother and I arrived at the church, we were mortified at what we saw. My brother’s Sunday School teacher was wearing not only her clothes backwards, but her bra and undies outside her clothes. She was, well….. very well endowed, to say the least, and there’s nothing like having your teacher’s 48 triple-E’s staring you in your 10 year old face!!!! I think it messed my poor brother up for life!
and the last one:
4)
In my current ward, there are several people who make me giggle, but one stands out in particular. She is the salt of the earth, don’t get me wrong! I actually admire her ability to speak her mind and not care what anybody else things. But, it makes me laugh because in Sunday School she is in charge of getting the role around the room. She takes this job seriously! She announces at the beginning of class which way the roll is supposed to travel around the room, and then throughout the class she keeps a constant eye to make sure no one strays from the outlined way. If it somehow finds itself going across the row when it should go back, or vice-versa, she will stand up and in her loud voice direct those committing the crime to do it right!  There is no thought to how this disrupts the lesson, or if it interrupts the teacher’s very spiritual moment…. the roll must go on!!!!!  It makes everyone laugh!

Afraid of the Blog!

When I started this blog, I received a strange reaction from more than one person who will remain unnamed (for my protection)! It seems some people may be threatened by blogging. I guess it’s just ignorance about what a blog really is, but when I mentioned the word “Blog” it sent a certain green- eyed monster sniffing the air in hungry desperation. Maybe some people feel threatened of the possibility I could spend all my time blogging, which might cause me to neglect other duties, or maybe it’s the possibility I might write something incriminating? The following conversation took place regarding my blog:

“So, you’re blogging now?” (like it’s a bad thing)

“Yeah. I really like it. It’s fun.”

“Can anyone read your blog?” (note the focus on the word anyone)

Well, yes, I suppose so.

It’s like you live in this whole other world that we know nothing about, now!”

“It’s just me keeping in touch with people I know. It’s not like I have an alter-identity or anything. ” (which, as you know, is tempting )

“I feel like I don’t know you anymore!!!”

“Well……. you can always read my blog! :)

Blonde Roots, or Multiple Personality?

Yes, I admit it, I have two blogs. This one, and one on Blogspot- http://iluverin.blogspot.com/ . Ok, the real reason: you know how in high school when you’d get back from Christmas vacation you would forget your locker combination? No? This never happened to you? Well, I would forget my locker combination after the weekend! I started carrying ALL my books in my bag so I didn’t have to face the humiliation of standing and staring at my locker with a blank look while everyone passed by saying, “Hey Erin, do you have blonde roots?” ( I started coloring my hair blonde so people would stop asking me that question.)

Anyway, I figured if I have two blogs, the chance of me forgetting one are pretty high, but with two, I’d be pretty certain I’d at least always be able to find one!  At any rate, I have two, and maybe I’ll just keep them and put different things on each….. who knows? Maybe I’ll create a whole alter- identity (I already change my haircolor about as often as that chick on “Alias”) and live in a fantasy world on one one blog, where I make up exciting things that happen to me ….. hmmmm……… tempting!

The Principal is a Vampire!

conversation with Eason this morning:

“Mom, I’m having a hard time today.”

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“My principal is a vampire.”

(me, trying not to laugh……)

“What makes you think that?”

(Eason trying not to cry…. lip quivering)

“I had a dream he turned into a vampire and chased me at school.”

“Well, sweetie, it was just a dream. You know Mr McClellan would never do anything like that. Besides, he looks just like Santa Clause.” (only he’s really thin!)

“No, Mom. I looked out the window this morning and the school looked just like it did in my dream, and the street lights were on just like in my dream, and the neighbor’s house looks like it did in my dream!”

“Well, maybe you’d better not go to school today, then. If you really think your principal is a vampire! Maybe we should call the police! Go get me the phone right now before any other kids get to school, hurry!”

(short pause……)

“Mom, you know that couldn’t happen! Mr McClellan looks just like Santa Clause!”

“Ok, then go get ready for school”.

* reverse psychology has never failed with him yet!!!!!!

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