I have come to realize that the length of time, or rather, its perception is entirely reflective of ones positive or negative perspectives. For some --time stretches on and on until its seemingly endless expanse causes varying degrees of depression and despair. For others the time is not but a drop in the bucket and one is left to wish for more of it or the has the feeling that things have been left unrealized.
As with most things -- the perspective of time has its middle grounds. Congratulations to those that have been able to find it and maintain a hold the perception.
It is my hope that for most -- that time becomes a side note to those things that we are here to do...that we relish in every moment we are given and live life as we are intended to do -- fulfilling every moment with that which is worthwhile and needful...even if it is doing the 7th batch of 12 load of laundry or loading the dishwasher one more time before dinner. "Carpe Diem" !!!
It has been over two months since we made it to Idaho -- for those who we will leave behind in the Boise valley -- the time spent may not have been long enough and yet for others we may have over stayed a generous welcome -- but I would like to think that there is more of a probability that both perceptions are playing with their psyche.... Anyway -- whatever the case may be....the time that we have been here, there, and just about everywhere has been full of experiences of which I am grateful.
Mom and Dad -- thank you!
The kids (now five) and I will leave at the end of the week to join John in Eastern Idaho (a highly wonderful and much anticipated event). I will again be without access to a computer regularly -- but that too will only be for a short while -- so unfortunately, I won't be able to update this blog or answer emails with much consistency. -- Please keep checking in --
7.17.2008
Cindyann Camilla Hyde
Cindyann Camilla Hyde
She is absolutely wonderful! She was born on July 10th at one minute shy of 1pm. It only took about 4.5 hours. She weighed a "little" (for me) 8lbs 6oz and was just shy of 20 inches. It took us a while to finally decide on her name - but Cindyann sure fits her. Cindyann is a combination of my mom's first and middle names. Camilla comes from a couple of different sources -- but mainly from Camilla on Anne of Avonlea
.
Only here for a week and I can't imagine life without her!
We are all doing well.
She is absolutely wonderful! She was born on July 10th at one minute shy of 1pm. It only took about 4.5 hours. She weighed a "little" (for me) 8lbs 6oz and was just shy of 20 inches. It took us a while to finally decide on her name - but Cindyann sure fits her. Cindyann is a combination of my mom's first and middle names. Camilla comes from a couple of different sources -- but mainly from Camilla on Anne of Avonlea
.
Only here for a week and I can't imagine life without her!
We are all doing well.
5.10.2008
Rebecca's SOAP BOX
"Nothing ever comes to one,
that is worth having,
except as a result of hard work."
Booker T. Washington
that is worth having,
except as a result of hard work."
Booker T. Washington
Today is Saturday & at our house that means pretty much only one thing -- WORK. Yard work -- house work --- chores, chores, chores and more chores. Work until there is nothing left to do (which is usually never) or until the sun doesn't shine (however since the discovery of electricity that little phrase no longer holds true because the lights can radiate until the rooster's "cockadoo" signals the sunrise).
It's common knowledge that this is the rule not the exception with the Hyde family -- so why then is it such a battle each Saturday (daily really -- but I'll not go there right now) -- to get everyone's participation without having a major melt down by them or us to get things accomplished?
Actually, I can't say that I don't know the answer to that question -- at least, with regards to our current circumstance in this life..... In fact, I've known what the underlining issue is for the past year and some ... & have been waiting for one of the kids to be brave enough to bring it up.
FINALLY it happened today -- Shealyn voiced what she and her siblings have so wanted to scream at the top of their lungs each time they have been told to do this, that or the other.
The comment went something like this, "I don't know why we have to work so much when all of the neighborhood kids get to play after school and on Saturday. All we ever get to do is work, work, work. Why can't we do what we want to do...."
So -- there we have it ...all the other kids ...
I have to admit - it does seem that way...I can count the times that I have seen kids who associate with my children outside doing chores -- I can't say that there is nothing required of them within their own homes BUT I do know that my kids are constantly having to turn friends away because they have to mow the lawn, do the dishes, clean up their rooms, help with the laundry, pick up their stuff that they have left throughout the house, sweep, vacuum, dust, watch after their little sister, help with with that and the other... etc. --
Now --- these are not assigned things that have to be done on a daily basis -- they are usually things that are asked of them only when there is need to ask for their help. So it isn't like they never get to do anything else.
To be honest, there is sooooo much more that could be required of them -- I remember having to work -- I remember feeling like my dad was cruel task master and OH how I hated doing the dishes, ironing, folding laundry, cleaning the bathroom... weeding the garden and the tams were one of the worst things ever (aaaahhhhh) -- I did really enjoy mowing the lawn... but perhaps that was a flaw in my genetic make up -- actually I still enjoy it.
John - now he was required to work!
I hear about those daily chores that he was required to do on their family "homestead" when he was not older than AnnaMerin and then the hard work that he did on top of those required things for others as means to earn money as a teen. OOOOHHH -- My experiences could never compare -- I have often thought that although I learned work in theory -- he learned work in action -- all you have to do is watch him work -- To me, John totally embodies the quote by Arnold J. Toynbee
"The supreme accomplishment is to blur the line between work and play."
To this day he sincerely finds true joy working HARD and in the accomplishment of a job well done.
I will never apologize for requiring my children to work. Don't I have a responsibility to them now and to who they will become in the future. It is such a disservice to them if I fail in this (as well as many other things -- but those things can be another SOAPBOX topic).
I know that I am showing one of my major personality flaws by saying this -- but, ...
I so want to see how these "other kids" are faring when it comes time for them to keep a house, a yard, a garden, a job..... Maybe they will do well -- I honestly hope that they do --
Learning to work is a hard work in and of itself,
but learning to work is a necessary lesson and a basis for so many other lessons in this life
and the sooner it is learned -- the better off we will be
and the further along the road we will find ourselves.
It's common knowledge that this is the rule not the exception with the Hyde family -- so why then is it such a battle each Saturday (daily really -- but I'll not go there right now) -- to get everyone's participation without having a major melt down by them or us to get things accomplished?
Actually, I can't say that I don't know the answer to that question -- at least, with regards to our current circumstance in this life..... In fact, I've known what the underlining issue is for the past year and some ... & have been waiting for one of the kids to be brave enough to bring it up.
FINALLY it happened today -- Shealyn voiced what she and her siblings have so wanted to scream at the top of their lungs each time they have been told to do this, that or the other.
The comment went something like this, "I don't know why we have to work so much when all of the neighborhood kids get to play after school and on Saturday. All we ever get to do is work, work, work. Why can't we do what we want to do...."
So -- there we have it ...all the other kids ...
I have to admit - it does seem that way...I can count the times that I have seen kids who associate with my children outside doing chores -- I can't say that there is nothing required of them within their own homes BUT I do know that my kids are constantly having to turn friends away because they have to mow the lawn, do the dishes, clean up their rooms, help with the laundry, pick up their stuff that they have left throughout the house, sweep, vacuum, dust, watch after their little sister, help with with that and the other... etc. --
Now --- these are not assigned things that have to be done on a daily basis -- they are usually things that are asked of them only when there is need to ask for their help. So it isn't like they never get to do anything else.
To be honest, there is sooooo much more that could be required of them -- I remember having to work -- I remember feeling like my dad was cruel task master and OH how I hated doing the dishes, ironing, folding laundry, cleaning the bathroom... weeding the garden and the tams were one of the worst things ever (aaaahhhhh) -- I did really enjoy mowing the lawn... but perhaps that was a flaw in my genetic make up -- actually I still enjoy it.
John - now he was required to work!
I hear about those daily chores that he was required to do on their family "homestead" when he was not older than AnnaMerin and then the hard work that he did on top of those required things for others as means to earn money as a teen. OOOOHHH -- My experiences could never compare -- I have often thought that although I learned work in theory -- he learned work in action -- all you have to do is watch him work -- To me, John totally embodies the quote by Arnold J. Toynbee
"The supreme accomplishment is to blur the line between work and play."
To this day he sincerely finds true joy working HARD and in the accomplishment of a job well done.
I will never apologize for requiring my children to work. Don't I have a responsibility to them now and to who they will become in the future. It is such a disservice to them if I fail in this (as well as many other things -- but those things can be another SOAPBOX topic).
I know that I am showing one of my major personality flaws by saying this -- but, ...
I so want to see how these "other kids" are faring when it comes time for them to keep a house, a yard, a garden, a job..... Maybe they will do well -- I honestly hope that they do --
Learning to work is a hard work in and of itself,
but learning to work is a necessary lesson and a basis for so many other lessons in this life
and the sooner it is learned -- the better off we will be
and the further along the road we will find ourselves.
4.29.2008
"Gotta Dance"
Being a majority female household - Dancing with the Stars has become a diversion that practically rivets us to the TV each Monday night. As fun as it is to watch the stars perform -- for me, the best part is watching Loralee. The phrase that comes to mind is from one of my more favorite movies - Singing in the Rain -- "Gotta dance!"
4.21.2008
Our Tree
We have a huge White Oak in our front yard. It doesn't shade the house, it leaves a thick caking of 
pollen on everything in the Spring, it has these little hangy things that stick to everything and causes a nasty pasty stuff when it is wet -- not to mention ALL of those leaves each fall. BUT OH... I will miss every aspect of this tree! I so enjoy watching the wind rustle through the branches, hearing the kids jump in the leaves that it leaves behind and watching them use it as a jungle gym. Their laughter has been the best part of this tree. Being as hormonal as I am -- I started to cry today when I realized that when this house sells I will no longer get to enjoy watching it go from season to season. I think leaving this tree will actually be right up there with having to leave Walker. I have decided that no matter where we end up -- there will have to be at least one HUGE tree in my front yard.
4.12.2008
(Grass) Surfing (Ga) USA
We decided to take advantage of the beautiful 75 degree spring weather and head off to the Stone Mountain Laser Spectacular on Thursday evening. They have changed it from last year - quite dramatically-- they had taken out some of the favorites we've come to know and they used a different version of my "Devil Went Down To Georgia". It is okay --worth seeing if you aren't too attached to the older versions -- but you just don't mess with my Charlie Daniels Band. ANYWAY -- before the whole thing started - the kids took apart the sides of our wagon and used it to grass surf. Even Loli got into it this year. You don't have to view the whole thing to get the idea.
4.03.2008
Tag -- About Me and My Husband
What is his name: John Leslie Hyde
How long have you been together? 13 years, 95 days and some hours
How long did you date? On and off OR off and on -- depending on how you look at it from May 1993 until December 1994 -- give or take a few months here and a few months there.
Who eats more? He does -- but I seem to be the one who weighs more.
Who said, "I love you." first? He asked if I did and I said yes -- So, I guess that I was the one that caved first.
Who is taller? Right now -- he is by a couple of inches.
Who is smarter? That would definantly be ...... well, it depends in what category. He'd win hands down in some things and I in others.
Who does the laundry? Me -- he'll do his clothes if he runs out of them before I feel like doing wash.
Who does the dishes? Me -- or whichever unlucky kid gets tagged before they can leave the dinner table.
Who sleeps on the right? Facing the bed -- he does. Closest to the door. Now if the left was closer -- he'd sleep on the left. Something about being closer to the door. Which is fine with me because I have a thing for being closer to the window.
Who mows the lawn? He more than I -- and really the kids more than I , too. But I do it often enough.
Who cooks dinner? I usually do -- unless it is a "fend for yourself" night. Although -- when he cooks -- he does a great job!
Who is more stubborn? I am -- Yet, he is doing a lot better at it and may surpass my streak soon.
Who kissed who first? That would have to be John -- mainly because I'd never kissed anyone before and my first attempts left A LOT to be desired -- at least I thought so -- he didn't seem to mind -- He just stated that we'd have to practice OFTEN.
Who asked who out first? He called me. Blind date type of thing. We went bowling with his brother and sister-in-law and then to a movie. It was my first "official" guy ask girl date.
Who proposed? He did. He spent all day making me a video. I thought that it was very clever and totally endearing. In fact, he's just made good on one of those proposal video promises -- I now have a red entry door.
Who has more siblings? Well, - we both come from six. I have more siblings living. He has 3 sisters and 2 brothers and I have one brother and four sisters.
Who wears the pants? To be honest -- I really think that we do pretty well at sharing the pants. It is just deciding on who has to get the zipper up and the button fastened that creates some issues.
I tag - any who read this blog and wants to participate.
How long have you been together? 13 years, 95 days and some hours
How long did you date? On and off OR off and on -- depending on how you look at it from May 1993 until December 1994 -- give or take a few months here and a few months there.
Who eats more? He does -- but I seem to be the one who weighs more.
Who said, "I love you." first? He asked if I did and I said yes -- So, I guess that I was the one that caved first.
Who is taller? Right now -- he is by a couple of inches.
Who is smarter? That would definantly be ...... well, it depends in what category. He'd win hands down in some things and I in others.
Who does the laundry? Me -- he'll do his clothes if he runs out of them before I feel like doing wash.
Who does the dishes? Me -- or whichever unlucky kid gets tagged before they can leave the dinner table.
Who sleeps on the right? Facing the bed -- he does. Closest to the door. Now if the left was closer -- he'd sleep on the left. Something about being closer to the door. Which is fine with me because I have a thing for being closer to the window.
Who mows the lawn? He more than I -- and really the kids more than I , too. But I do it often enough.
Who cooks dinner? I usually do -- unless it is a "fend for yourself" night. Although -- when he cooks -- he does a great job!
Who is more stubborn? I am -- Yet, he is doing a lot better at it and may surpass my streak soon.
Who kissed who first? That would have to be John -- mainly because I'd never kissed anyone before and my first attempts left A LOT to be desired -- at least I thought so -- he didn't seem to mind -- He just stated that we'd have to practice OFTEN.
Who asked who out first? He called me. Blind date type of thing. We went bowling with his brother and sister-in-law and then to a movie. It was my first "official" guy ask girl date.
Who proposed? He did. He spent all day making me a video. I thought that it was very clever and totally endearing. In fact, he's just made good on one of those proposal video promises -- I now have a red entry door.
Who has more siblings? Well, - we both come from six. I have more siblings living. He has 3 sisters and 2 brothers and I have one brother and four sisters.
Who wears the pants? To be honest -- I really think that we do pretty well at sharing the pants. It is just deciding on who has to get the zipper up and the button fastened that creates some issues.
I tag - any who read this blog and wants to participate.
4.02.2008
"Sing..Sing A Song...
Sing out loud, sing out strong. Don't worry if it's not good enough -- for anyone else to hear. Just sing. Sing a song. Lalalalala -- Lalalalalala -- Lalalalalalala......"
Does anyone else remember this song from Sesame Street? Doesn't it just make you smile!?!
Today I was picking up lunch for John and there was this young man in the car next to mine, sitting in his driver seat -- SINGING. He saw me ... and the other people who looked his way -- but he kept singing. It brought a smile to my face and I stated, "Good for you!" (Actually, I thought, "Bully for you kid!" "Bully" meaning the same thing a "Way to go" or "Good for you" -- Verbage I have seemed to pick up from my better-half's wonderful family).
Maybe it was that the song was appealing to me and/or his voice blended rather well with that of the song arteest -- I don't rightly know -- but I do know that it reminded me of those days when listening/singing(at the top of my lungs -- so that anyone else could hear) to my favorite song brought me happiness. Oh! -- the songs that still to this day will bring a leap to my heart, a twinkle to my eye and a bounce to my step.
I sang songs all the way to John and all the way home again, today. And ya know what -- it brightened every aspect of my life this beautiful spring day. May we all have a song in our heart and SING -- Sing OUT LOUD so that everyone else can hear!
Does anyone else remember this song from Sesame Street? Doesn't it just make you smile!?!
Today I was picking up lunch for John and there was this young man in the car next to mine, sitting in his driver seat -- SINGING. He saw me ... and the other people who looked his way -- but he kept singing. It brought a smile to my face and I stated, "Good for you!" (Actually, I thought, "Bully for you kid!" "Bully" meaning the same thing a "Way to go" or "Good for you" -- Verbage I have seemed to pick up from my better-half's wonderful family).
Maybe it was that the song was appealing to me and/or his voice blended rather well with that of the song arteest -- I don't rightly know -- but I do know that it reminded me of those days when listening/singing(at the top of my lungs -- so that anyone else could hear) to my favorite song brought me happiness. Oh! -- the songs that still to this day will bring a leap to my heart, a twinkle to my eye and a bounce to my step.
I sang songs all the way to John and all the way home again, today. And ya know what -- it brightened every aspect of my life this beautiful spring day. May we all have a song in our heart and SING -- Sing OUT LOUD so that everyone else can hear!
3.27.2008
Choice & Consequence
CHOICE #1: Playing in the creek on a hot June day.
CONSEQUENCE #1...
CHOICE #2: Continuing to stand in the creek on the slick rocks.
CONSEQUENCE #2...
~~~~~"Oh, my poor Jarom!"~~~~~~~
MORAL #1 Slick rocks equal wet bottom and bruised ego.
MORAL #2 When in doubt blame your older sister.
Before and After
Look what almost 2 years, three wall color choices later and hours upon hours of work have done.
3.25.2008
Anna Did It!
John said to AnnaMerin, "Go climb that tree." So that's what AnnaMerin did. Check out the stance at the end -- our own little "Peter Pan" in training!(Turn the volume down -- unless you really want to hear the little neighborhood spat between the other kids over the welding of a golf club)
3.12.2008
Spring Has Sprung
One day, there was a blind man sitting on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet and a sign that read: "I am blind, please help." A creative publicist was walking by and stopped to observe. He saw the blind man had only a few coins in his hat. He dropped in more coins, and without asking for permission, took the sign and rewrote it. He then returned the sign to the blind man and left. That afternoon the publicist returned to the blind man and noticed that his hat was full of bills and coins. The blind man recognized the publicist's footsteps and asked if it was he who had rewritten his sign and wanted to know what he had written on it. The publicist responded: "Nothing that was not true. I just wrote the message a little differently." He smiled and went on his way. The new sign read: "Today is the first day of spring and I cannot see it."
My sister emailed this story the other day -- I have reflected upon it several times since then -- but as I read it the first time through it brought to mind an experience I had while serving a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Spain. Hna. Trinidad and I were on our way to somewhere (the "all important" location has long been forgotten) -- The weather was really nice but we had a good amount of walking to do up some of Orense's hills -- and we were late! I was raised to be punctual and being so was enough to put me into a foul mood. As we walked past a park, my companion stopped next to a tree. -- I am almost positive that had you been there you'd have seen my arms crossed and my foot a'tappin and I am sure that my companion could feel the tension that I exuded. -- As I approached her, she asked me to take a look at the new blossoms that had just bloomed on the tree. "Oh, ...yeah..., they're nice -- we're late let's go!" (At least that what I'd intended to say -- but, even today I am not sure of the accuracy of my then ability to speak my second language.) She sighed, turned away from the tree and began walking with me. After a while she turned to me very humbly and explained to me the importance of stopping to see those blossoms. I don't remember her exact words - but the message that stays with me even after these 17 years is...
There are times when it is needful to stop and listen (or see) the testimony of the Savior's love exhibited by the beauty of those creations he has given us. Since that day I make it a point to stop and enjoy the beauty of our world and to give thanks for the blessing in my life that these beautiful things bring as well as rejoice in my testimony that our Savior lives and loves me. Happy Easter Everybody!
3.08.2008
A Love for the Lack of Historical Civility
Our family has always enjoyed traveling to various locations (our unplanned "on a whim" trips seem to be the most fun) and learning what there is to learn -- history seems to be a common thread in our make up -- I have often wondered if it is because we all enjoy it or if I and John are being appeased by the children to keep the peace -- but whatever the reason we have had many an adventure.
We have found that our greatest historical interest has been in the Civil War and all the mesmerizing history surrounding an era that seems to be "Gone with the Wind". How can we not be so enveloped into it -- are we not in the heart of the southland -- where
so
uthern hospitality & sugary-sweet congeniality are found in the hearts of the true southerners -- Not to mention where the fantastically enchanting drawls roll off the tongue and the pride of a rebel yell is passed down from generation to generation. (Perhaps it is no more than a hopeless romanticized longing for what was -- but, oh how I will sincerely miss being here in Georgia -- my southern home -- I honestly would like to think myself a true southerner at heart -- at least that is what I am choosing to believe. -- Let's face it -- how else could I say "Ya 'all" without batting an eye and think'n it "proper" English.) Anyway, our latest --- was a return trip to the Civil War's Chickamauga Battlefield. It turned out that this battle was one of the worst of the war. The main reason was that this one was fought in the dense trees & thick undergrowth surrounding Lookout Mountain instead of preferred open ground. The plaques that indicated the various positions of the different units/batteries -- amazingly showed that confederate forces were literally on top of the union ones. The close proximity and abundant miscommunication created a ripe environment for a great loss of life.
3.07.2008
The Chattanooga Challenge
Today, we
decided last minute to take a trip to the Chickamauga Battlefield just outside of Chattanooga, TN. So we picked up the kids a bit early from school and headed off on the 2 hour drive.
After the self guided tour of the battlefield we headed into Chattanooga to a place near the Aquariums called Cheeburger Cheeseburger.
There we were met with a challenge -- eat the "Ultimate" hamburger and get your picture place on the Wall of Famers. About four years ago -- we took a trip to Chattanooga -- again on a whim-- and were recommended to this little burger joint. At that time, John took the challenge and did well (meaning he finished it) and was immortalized on the walls. Okay - eat a hamburger -- no big deal -- that is until the realization hits that the cooked monster weighs in at 20oz -- and that is just the hamburger patty -- add the toppings and you are looking devouring a meal worthy of a small army. Well -- Jarom boastfully took the challenge. The wait for this monster to cook was about 15 minutes -- Jarom began to doubt himself -- of course it didn't help that John started "talking trash". Did he finish the pound and a quarter cheeseburger with lettuce, tomato, pickles, mayo and ketchup? Watch and see...
Yahoooooooo! He finished! Even before his dad. Did you notice that he was still chewing the last bite of even at the 48 seconds mark? It actually took him literally over a minute to finally swallow that last bite. The "pants"thing that he mentioned -- that is a father to son hammy down bit of advice -- "if you want to eat more -- just unbutton the top button on your pants". TIGHT tummy. OOOOOOHHHHHHH! John asked him afterwards if he wanted to head off to Golden Corral -- there was no comment made -- but if looks were any indication -- John would have been held over for psych evaluation at the nearest hospital.
decided last minute to take a trip to the Chickamauga Battlefield just outside of Chattanooga, TN. So we picked up the kids a bit early from school and headed off on the 2 hour drive.After the self guided tour of the battlefield we headed into Chattanooga to a place near the Aquariums called Cheeburger Cheeseburger.
There we were met with a challenge -- eat the "Ultimate" hamburger and get your picture place on the Wall of Famers. About four years ago -- we took a trip to Chattanooga -- again on a whim-- and were recommended to this little burger joint. At that time, John took the challenge and did well (meaning he finished it) and was immortalized on the walls. Okay - eat a hamburger -- no big deal -- that is until the realization hits that the cooked monster weighs in at 20oz -- and that is just the hamburger patty -- add the toppings and you are looking devouring a meal worthy of a small army. Well -- Jarom boastfully took the challenge. The wait for this monster to cook was about 15 minutes -- Jarom began to doubt himself -- of course it didn't help that John started "talking trash". Did he finish the pound and a quarter cheeseburger with lettuce, tomato, pickles, mayo and ketchup? Watch and see...
Yahoooooooo! He finished! Even before his dad. Did you notice that he was still chewing the last bite of even at the 48 seconds mark? It actually took him literally over a minute to finally swallow that last bite. The "pants"thing that he mentioned -- that is a father to son hammy down bit of advice -- "if you want to eat more -- just unbutton the top button on your pants". TIGHT tummy. OOOOOOHHHHHHH! John asked him afterwards if he wanted to head off to Golden Corral -- there was no comment made -- but if looks were any indication -- John would have been held over for psych evaluation at the nearest hospital.
3.01.2008
Four score and seven years ago (minus the four score)
our family was blessed with a little 7lb 1oz little girl. We named her AnnaMerin and she was a miracle. She continues to be a miracle in our life -- full of life and the definition of drama queen.
Happy Birthday my AnnaMerin! We love you!
2.25.2008
It's Official
After studying for the last year and procrastinating the inevitable -- I learned, a little over a week ago, that I had passed my boards. So not unlike most 1st time parents announcing a pregnancy the day the two lines show up -- I emailed family and announced the news -- how can you withhold the prospect of good news from those who you'd think would appreciate it the most. -- however, I may have jumped the gun. Being that the information came from the testing center and not from the governing body in Georgia -- the results were unofficial. It would have been a real bummer if there had been some mix up -- not that I thought that that would have happen -- but it sure could have. Imagine the embarrassment -- and oh the heartache!
Well, my Georgia State Board of Nursing LPN # came last Friday and today I received the piece of paper that allows me to practice nursing in the state of Georgia -- my license. SOOOO -- I can, now officially say -- my name can be signed Rebecca Lyn Hyde, LPN.
I have long been of the thought process that if I were to ever earn an education/pass a test that would allow abbreviated titles to be signed after my name -- I would not sign those letters (unless, of course it is required that I do so). Many have thought me insane -- "You earned it!" they say. Well that may be true -- but those three letters don't do anything other than say that I did the time, learned the stuff and passed a test. They don't earn me the respect of others -- or at least I don't believe that they should -- my actions, my attitudes, my ethics and my ability to carry out the duties that are expected under that license -- THAT is was should earn the respect of others. Not some abbreviated title attached to the end of my name --
So anyway -- I guess that what I am saying is that I could if I wanted to -- but then -- me thinks -- anyone could attach a few abbreviations to the end of their name if they really wanted to. Maybe I could put -- L.W. (loving wife), G. M. (great mom), B.G.(big sister), O.D. (oldest daughter), A.A. (awesome aunt), O.P. (outstanding person), V.T. (visiting teacher), GD (good listener), AF (affable friend)... -- So my name could read Rebecca Lyn Hyde, LPN, LW, GM, BG, OD, AA, OP, VT, GL, AF.... Just knowing what a great person I am -- I am sure that I could fill many a line with all the abbreviated titles that I felt were appropriate. Sooo, what is my point, you ask -- well... at the very least if I chose to sign that abbreviated title -- those three letters -- at the end of my name -- it would be board certified and licensed back -- or in other words -- IT's OFFICIAL!
Well, my Georgia State Board of Nursing LPN # came last Friday and today I received the piece of paper that allows me to practice nursing in the state of Georgia -- my license. SOOOO -- I can, now officially say -- my name can be signed Rebecca Lyn Hyde, LPN.
I have long been of the thought process that if I were to ever earn an education/pass a test that would allow abbreviated titles to be signed after my name -- I would not sign those letters (unless, of course it is required that I do so). Many have thought me insane -- "You earned it!" they say. Well that may be true -- but those three letters don't do anything other than say that I did the time, learned the stuff and passed a test. They don't earn me the respect of others -- or at least I don't believe that they should -- my actions, my attitudes, my ethics and my ability to carry out the duties that are expected under that license -- THAT is was should earn the respect of others. Not some abbreviated title attached to the end of my name --
So anyway -- I guess that what I am saying is that I could if I wanted to -- but then -- me thinks -- anyone could attach a few abbreviations to the end of their name if they really wanted to. Maybe I could put -- L.W. (loving wife), G. M. (great mom), B.G.(big sister), O.D. (oldest daughter), A.A. (awesome aunt), O.P. (outstanding person), V.T. (visiting teacher), GD (good listener), AF (affable friend)... -- So my name could read Rebecca Lyn Hyde, LPN, LW, GM, BG, OD, AA, OP, VT, GL, AF.... Just knowing what a great person I am -- I am sure that I could fill many a line with all the abbreviated titles that I felt were appropriate. Sooo, what is my point, you ask -- well... at the very least if I chose to sign that abbreviated title -- those three letters -- at the end of my name -- it would be board certified and licensed back -- or in other words -- IT's OFFICIAL!
2.21.2008
In limbo...
Webster states that limbo is a place or state of restraint or confinement or a place or state of neglect or oblivion or an intermediate or transitional place or state or a state of uncertainty.
During the last few months I can honestly say that I have experienced each of these states of being. I am sure that a majority of it is my own doing -- but none the less I have felt as if I am in a state of LIMBO.
It dawned on me last night as I was talking to John that being in limbo isn't necessarily a bad thing. Although definitely not a comfortable state of being and not one that is coveted by many IT could be a place for a lot of learning and growth.
I have been pestering John to get some answers to various questions involving some major decisions in his life and our life. I am sure that I have crossed the line of periodically requesting to constantly nagging. I am a planner or at least I like to think myself one -- I like to plan the will happens, probably will happens, possibly could happens and even the hopelessly optimistic it is a long shot happens -- Be Prepared -- isn't that a motto for some organization.
Anyway, I am at a standstill with the future plans -- there are too many unknowns to even put together the long shot plan -- I don't even think that I could comprise a "an ice cubes chance in hades" plan right now. Things have not moved fast enough for me and there are many things that I want to have planned out and ready to put into motion if and when decisions are made.
Don't get me wrong -- we are not standing still on preparations that will lend to an easier transition if things become a "go"-- but there is so much more that could be in place -- many more unknowns switched to the knowns -- and I could be in so much more control.
So...last night as I was talking with John, I realized -- It was just that -- This is a control issue and the control is out of my hands -- it is unnerving ....no, it is down right upsetting for me. Ahha! You see we had made some goals that needed to be realized. These were goals that would not necessarily be effected by the answers to those questions I do desperately desired to know. The time line may be a little altered -- it would add some excitement with absolute deadlines to meet -- but the essence of these goals would not change. I was reminded of the sentiments I'd felt regarding these changes that could happen to our lives -- it was one of peaceful resolve. Things were to happen the way they were meant -- my job ...was to trust in that feeling and do those things that I knew needed to be done by me. Keep focused on the goal, constantly moving forward, and "peace, be still".
During the last few months I can honestly say that I have experienced each of these states of being. I am sure that a majority of it is my own doing -- but none the less I have felt as if I am in a state of LIMBO.
It dawned on me last night as I was talking to John that being in limbo isn't necessarily a bad thing. Although definitely not a comfortable state of being and not one that is coveted by many IT could be a place for a lot of learning and growth.
I have been pestering John to get some answers to various questions involving some major decisions in his life and our life. I am sure that I have crossed the line of periodically requesting to constantly nagging. I am a planner or at least I like to think myself one -- I like to plan the will happens, probably will happens, possibly could happens and even the hopelessly optimistic it is a long shot happens -- Be Prepared -- isn't that a motto for some organization.
Anyway, I am at a standstill with the future plans -- there are too many unknowns to even put together the long shot plan -- I don't even think that I could comprise a "an ice cubes chance in hades" plan right now. Things have not moved fast enough for me and there are many things that I want to have planned out and ready to put into motion if and when decisions are made.
Don't get me wrong -- we are not standing still on preparations that will lend to an easier transition if things become a "go"-- but there is so much more that could be in place -- many more unknowns switched to the knowns -- and I could be in so much more control.
So...last night as I was talking with John, I realized -- It was just that -- This is a control issue and the control is out of my hands -- it is unnerving ....no, it is down right upsetting for me. Ahha! You see we had made some goals that needed to be realized. These were goals that would not necessarily be effected by the answers to those questions I do desperately desired to know. The time line may be a little altered -- it would add some excitement with absolute deadlines to meet -- but the essence of these goals would not change. I was reminded of the sentiments I'd felt regarding these changes that could happen to our lives -- it was one of peaceful resolve. Things were to happen the way they were meant -- my job ...was to trust in that feeling and do those things that I knew needed to be done by me. Keep focused on the goal, constantly moving forward, and "peace, be still".
2.16.2008
Dat Boyz A Thinker
We have long thought Jarom to be a thinker -- at times too deeply! It is a very common for me to become exasperated by all of the multiple questions that come at me one after another so fast and furious that I feel as though I am about to put my hands over my ears , rock back and forth while shouting "lalalalalalalalalalala"-- just to block it all out. BUT, there are many times that he will have ideas that amaze me with their creativeness and ingenuity. Here is an example. The dolly is serving as the main body of the vehicle, the skate board is the front wheel and steering mechanism and the brake is his right foot hung over the wheel of the dolly.
2.13.2008
A little momento
This post is to serve two purposes - the first is to test out how to upload a video and the second is to share something about myself that only a few may know.
I have long enjoyed listening to (and attempting to sing along with) a song that I have absolutely no recollection as to where, when or how I learned its lyrics -- or for that matter why I like it so very much. In the last five years that we have lived in Georgia -- I have been introduce to a new venue of this loved song and with the possibility of an upcoming move away from Georgia... I have realized that I will truly miss it when we leave. My only hope is that we will not leave until I have once again been able to sit upon the lawn at Stone Mountain and bask in all the enjoyment. Luckily, I now have this little momento (although a bit dark) to help me remember those nights at the "World's Largest Laser Show".
I have long enjoyed listening to (and attempting to sing along with) a song that I have absolutely no recollection as to where, when or how I learned its lyrics -- or for that matter why I like it so very much. In the last five years that we have lived in Georgia -- I have been introduce to a new venue of this loved song and with the possibility of an upcoming move away from Georgia... I have realized that I will truly miss it when we leave. My only hope is that we will not leave until I have once again been able to sit upon the lawn at Stone Mountain and bask in all the enjoyment. Luckily, I now have this little momento (although a bit dark) to help me remember those nights at the "World's Largest Laser Show".
2.12.2008
Owed to Toronado
I thought it interesting that the two cars we have used for the majority of our stay in Georgia both had something to do with bulls. Yes, I do mean as in bovine and not basketball. The purple car is a Taurus and the "other" one an Oldsmobile TOROnado. I have many a time curse the existence of that car in my life. I had had no say in its purchase and I refused to drive it unless I had absolutely no other alternative -- meaning that I would have toted my baby on my hip a mile to have not had to drive this car. I consider myself a fairly good driver. I keep my cool and have confidence in my ability to handle a vehicle. But this car scared me!!
John enjoyed driving -- I haven't determined if it is because it was fun to drive with its failing transmission, no brakes to speak of and rollercoaster effect whenever he hit a bump OR if it was because, for me, it seemed to be cause for a "sigh" every time I had realize its existence.
In reality it became a novel thing for me to insist that any and all who visited us take at least one ride in this vehicle. It was an experience that I am sure none have forgotten. I would tease John that all he needed was a bandana head dress, furry dash cover and set of 4"cubed dice hanging from the rearview mirror with perhaps some sort of music blaring from the radio. He would add to the illusion by slouching way down in the drivers seat with one hand on the steering wheel -- bobbing his head as though listening to music. I have to admit -- it made me smile in spite of myself.
In August, the TOROnado had an issue with its battery and because we had just purchased a suburban -- it had sat in the driveway ever since. I have alluded frequently to the idea of selling it -- but it wasn't something that John was prepared to do yet -- did I mention that he sincerely enjoyed driving that car. Perhaps it was more of the idea that the car was there and if he really wanted to -- he could repair the battery cable and drive it again -- NOT that he would -- but that he could if he wanted to. Well...to John's shagrin -- the TOROnado was sold last night to a man with a truck that could tow it away. It is a true testament to the power of craigslist -- we posted it on Sunday and sold it by 9am Monday morning. The speed of the transaction was probably for the best - because I think that given any more time -- the TOROnado would still have its place in the driveway today -- I say this because as John walked in from work last night - he commented that he almost shed a tear over the vacant spot where the TOROnado has once sat.
I will call the insurance company today to cancel the insurance, file the bill of sale and then go to Lowe's and buy the paint needed to finish painting the house. And that will close the chapter on the TOROnado.
Honestly, for all the mental turmoil that I spent over this vehicle -- I have to admit that not only has it brought joy to my husband and thrilled the kids (free amusement park ride), -- it many a time rescued me when the Taurus failed. So by way of tribute to a faithful -- and sadly under appreciated vehicle -- a long owed "Thank you!" to you - Oldmobile TOROnado.
1.28.2008
A Great Man Has Died
As I awoke this morning and clicked on my internet connection - I had the feeling that I needed to look at the church website (www.lds.com) to catch up on the news. Although the news was not truly a surprise because somehow -- I feel I had been prepared to read that a man I have come to love and admire had died -- Gordon B Hinckley -- a prophet of the Lord had died. I shed a tear or two and then a sweet feeling of peace and joy overtook the sadness. This wonderful man, again, is going to see his Lord and Savior. He will be with his beautiful and loving companion - Sister Hinckley. He was a faithful servant and his service could not be matched by many. His example was a beacon and a comfort for me -- I will truly miss him.
1.20.2008
"Is that snow?"
So, where to start? .... Well, when all else escapes you -- the weather seems to be the natural topic of choice. Perhaps something else will develop from there...
It actually snowed in Atlanta, GA. It actually snowed for most of the day yesterday. The kids played the whole day in the snow -- well, practically. You see, snow is not common here and therefore snow playing equipment (snow suits, snow gloves, water repelling coats, etc) are not a normal purchase and unless you choose to hit the higher elevations not necessary to purchase/pack/maintain from year to year. Therefore, I believe that each of the kids came in a total of 5 times to strip down and put their clothes into the dryer for a half hour -- then reclothed themselves and headed out again. Jarom and his friend made a snow fort -- Shealyn created a snowman(that later became a casualty of the slope in the back yard and the undermining of its foundation by her brother) and Anna just ran around skipping and dancing. Loralee has an ear infection and runny nose -- she didn't get to go outside this time.
The kids' only regret was that it wasn't a school day. This thought leads me to the previous day when there was the threat of icy road causing a problem with the buses ability to collect the kids for school. At 615am, I woke up the kids for school -- Jarom rushed downstairs to watch the Weather Channel to see if he could hopefully return to bed. As we watched the report, I could hear him quietly saying, "just one more, just one more." I thought perhaps he was hoping that the ticker at the bottom of the screen would repeat itself and hopefully show that his school had been canceled. It wasn't until he'd left for the bus that I realized he was actually pleading with the tv to drop the temperature -- our area was showing one degree above freezing.
We'll Try This Again....
My father-in-law has often made the comment the instead of "New Year's Resolutions" that maybe we ought to call those "get my life together" goals made at the first year --"New Year's Revolutions". So -- as with every new year - I have made the goal to keep better in touch...or at the very least make our lives available to friends and family far and near.
I created a blog about a year and a half ago -- with every intention to keep it up -- but my life seemed to enter a craziness similar to that of my newly found favorite sport of NASCAR. I have since forgotten how to access that blog page ...thus the new one -- hopefully, I will gain inspiration from a couple of my sisters and a friend that have been able to successfully keep their family blog sites ongoing.
I created a blog about a year and a half ago -- with every intention to keep it up -- but my life seemed to enter a craziness similar to that of my newly found favorite sport of NASCAR. I have since forgotten how to access that blog page ...thus the new one -- hopefully, I will gain inspiration from a couple of my sisters and a friend that have been able to successfully keep their family blog sites ongoing.
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