Mo Tab Inspriation

SOOOO – yesterday we my friend L.N., my husband, and I were driving home from seeing the Mormon Tabernacle Choir in concert here, I was sharing about my recent post….ya know, the part about how I said I would to a triathlon…but didn’t. Remember?  WELL – it seems as though there is a women’s only triathlon in July (won’t be here this year) 2014.  Hubby recruited my friend and I – so, the goal is July 2014 I’ll do my first triathlon 🙂

Picked up my currencies today. CHF, super pretty bills.  I’m sure there are laws somewhere prohibiting photos of money – so just google it.  One of the prettiest monies out there.  Random note – have to get a “European wallet” little USian wallet is too short for the extra tall European money!

The choir – small army.  Loved the concert, loved Come Thou Fount.  Sure, 10 years ago I probably would have thought this choir to be an “old people’s choir” – but I’ve changed that perspective.  They’re a disciplined, well-oiled machine and their dedication shows through their performance.  I teared up as they stood and sang their first song. Tears came again as they sang Come Thou Fount (my wedding march and a dear hymn) is a video of it, but super more fantastic in person 🙂



long time

SOOOO – it’s been a year and a half!  What has happened…I really never finished my trip to Italy in Summer 2011..but it was fun and I made lasting friendships..hence my return March 2012!  And THAT, dear friends, leads me to NOW!

Scott and I celebrated 10 years this past March *woot woot*  Some days it seems like yesterday..others…whoa, am i cut out for eternity?  It’s definitely not easy, but I know it’ll be worth it 🙂

This past May (though not a triathlon and 18 months later) I completed my first half marathon.  Started off with me ripping my bib off my race belt – Scott teased me about being a rookie the whole time.  No photos are logged because my bib wasn’t visible to log my photos 😦  Also, completion was not a record of a time, my dear husband got a leg cramp after about 1-2 we walked it in 3 hours…and…50 minutes 🙂  However, my time didn’t log – for all we know, I set a world record!!!

After that, I stopped – pretty much all – gym going.  Didn’t shed an ounce this entire time either…so that’s moderately…majorly (nothing moderate about it!) frustrating. BUT, I figure…my lungs are probably healthier!

Well, June 1 rolls around and we take part in our second mud run, Warrior Dash. Totally fun, totally uphill!! click Butler, OH Saturday and bib # 9969  Don’t know how long the link will be available, so good luck!

Anyway, there’ s more – I  shall log later!! My darling husband is competing in Ironman Zurich – his first full Ironman – – why not be crazy and make it a destination!

You’re caught up.

Blessings to you and yours.



Gee whiz! Time sure does fly! I know I’m not a loyal poster, but that’s just cuz I don’t have tons to say 😉 I should have looked at the last post before I started this one….oh well!

SINCE the last post, I’ve not really been training hard for a triathlon – things got switched up a bit. Instead, I’ll be spending some time in Italy though CISV. Myself and another leader will be taking 9 kids to Padova, Italy – while there, each of us will live with a different family. After about 3 weeks, we come home and await our new Italian friends to come and live with us. The idea is promoting peace through gaining an understanding of others through experiencing their culture. If you get super curious, a parent set up a Facebook page CISV Padova is the name..I think 🙂

Aside from that, I’m finishing my 2nd year as an interpreter in a school. It’s a blast, but it’s tuckerin me out these past two days!

Moving on from triathlons and on to mud runs… my friend at work, her husband, me, my husband – we’ll be doing that on September something. Should be fun.

Anyway, that’s my brief update – planted a garden – keeping the neighborhood cats out is the biggest challenge, but so far so good.


She started traveling in her 70s.  She managed to make it to most places on this earth. She kissed the Blarney Stone, visited the wailing wall in Jerusalem, rode many exotic animals such as a camel, (maybe) elephant, donkey – and of course, a horse.  She was “under fire” but was so curious she went to the door to watch. She taught me to embroider.  She loves fried green tomato sandwiches, sauerkraut, and popcorn.  She’s a fighter. She’s independent. She’s who I aspire to become, even one one-hundreth of.  She’s my great-grandmother. 

She’ll be 101 – yes, one-hundred-one years old in August.  I’m not necessarily going to Africa for her, but in her spirit.  Grandma Great fell yesterday and bumped her little noggin’ – gave me a reality check about how long I’ve been able to have her in my life here on this planet…and how numbered our days are.  She has moments of recognition and still gets excited about popcorn.  I LOVE popcorn too – she passed that on to my mom who passed it on to me.  I love my Grandma Great and worry that she’ll get promoted while I’m away.  She wouldn’t want me to stay behind, she would want me to go and have fun – but be careful, of course.  I think I’m packing more than she ever would – but it’s ok 🙂  If, in the event, she does get called to heaven while I’m away – I’m sure she’ll stop by on her way up and give me a kiss as she whispers in my ear “Remember, you’ve always been my girl – I’ll see you later. I love you!” 

Me and Grandma Great - 2004


  • become a school counselor
  • be in a musical
  • sing with a band again
  • write a children’s book
  • learn guitar
  • learn piano
  • write songs – lyrics and music
  • be a mommy
  • travel to australia
  • travel the country
  • be happy with my body
  • take dance lessons
  • learn how to swim (as a sport)
  • make a difference
  • be courageous


There’s this song out there – makes me cry every time.  Carrie Underwoods Temporary Home..can’t get the homes not to be blue, sorry.

Little boy, 6 years old
A little too used to bein’ alone
Another new mom and dad,another school
Another house that’ll never be home
When people ask him how he likes this place
He looks up and says with a smile upon his face

“This is my temporary home
It’s not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I’m passin’ through
This is just a stop, on the way to where I’m going
I’m not afraid because I know this is my
Temporary Home.”

Young mom on her own
She needs a little help got nowhere to go
She’s lookin’ for a job, lookin’ for a way out
Because a half-way house will never be a home
At night she whispers to her baby girl
Someday we’ll find a place here in this world

“This is our temporary home
It’s not where we belong
Windows and rooms that we’re passin’ through
This is just a stop, on the way to where we’re going
I’m not afraid because I know this is our
Temporary Home.”

Old man, hospital bed
The room is filled with people he loves
And he whispers don’t cry for me
I’ll see you all someday
He looks up and says “I can see God’s face

“This is my temporary Home
It’s not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I’m passin’ through
This was just a stop,on the way To where I’m going
I’m not afraid because I know this was
My temporary home.”

This is our temporary home

I saw the video on the television a few days before my Grandpa died – it was a moment where I knew he was leaving me.  Happened, the last verse was the part I tuned in to.  It’s been almost 4 months and sometimes I do ok, other times I miss him so terribly.  I can’t say I’m grief stricken because I worry that I’ll never see him again.  I know, as in Brad Paisley (my self-proclaimed and husband approved boyfriend 😉 ) says in the song “When I Get Where I’m Goin”

I’m gonna walk with my grandaddy,
and he’ll match me step for step,
and I’ll tell him how I missed him,
every minute since he left.
Then I’ll hug his neck.

I think, when I cry, I’m just missing him so much. Contrary to the song “Heartbeat Away”  from the movie Charly, forever seems like forever away.

Don’t you fret – I’m not going to move the process along to reach him any faster! – in an interview I did with him around Christmas time, his advice was “Be Happy” – ironically the same thing his mom, Grandma Hart, told me too just before her promotion.  So, I’m being happy and seizing a wonderful opportunity to travel to a far away mysterious land.  It kills me inside that I can’t share everything with him and hear him on the other end of the phone (we talked everyday when I got home from work as I do now with Grandma).  I miss him more and more each day. I suppose it has to get worse before it gets better.

Today my little Cub that I interpret for and I were talking about facial hair.  Grandpa was smooth sometimes but often had a little scratchy scratch to his face..weird the little things you remember and miss.

If there’s internet access in Heaven, Grandpa – I’m missing you terribly today!  I can’t wait to catch up.