I had my first real meal tonight. It's been nearly a 100 years since my last meal. And I swear it was the best meal I have EVER had. Really it's only been a week, but it seems like a 100 years . Anyway, for date night tonight we went to Blue Fin Grill and I a had the grill marinated salmon on sautee'd spinach. It was absolutely out of this world! I've had this before and it's always been good, but tonight it was exceptional! Mmmmmm! I would have liked to have a nice thick ribeye steak, but I have to start with lighter meats first. But it was still delicious
I've always loved food. I love cooking it and I love eating it. But I never realized just how much I loved it until this last week. Also, during the last week my sense of smell has become so acute. I swear I can smell garlic from a mile away now. I'm like a dog -- constantly distracted by smells, but mostly by the smell of food. :)
Friday, January 16, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
I Can't Believe It's Been So Long!
I really can't believe it's been so long. Christmas is over and New Year's has passed. My! How time flies!
I really wanted to post a bunch of pictures so everyone can see what's been happening with our lives in the passed few weeks (months??!), but I can't download any photos due to a memory problem on my computer. So I'm working on getting an external hard drive so this won't happen again. But that's boring stuff. So I'll try to recap just a little:
November
Robert was the Big Bad Wolf in his school Thanksgiving Play. He did great and was so cute with his Big Bad Wolf mask.
Thanksgiving in Oregon
We hiked and played and laughed. It was a great time! (All except for the tooth incident) We ended up staying an extra day because our flight was canceled due to fog up and down the west coast.
December
We spent the first week back from Oregon just trying to get back to normal after a long trip and then we pulled out the Christmas decorations and spent the 2nd week of Dec just getting ready for Santa to come. As Robert put it we weren't ready until the lights were up on the house. It was a lot of work but very much worth it. The kids made it so.
Let's see....hmm..... Oh Yes! The Parties! It seemed like every week was filled with one or two parties. Oh yeah! And eating!! We ate like there was no tomorrow: cookies and fudge. Pecan Squares and Candy Canes. And the chocolate!! I never thought I'd say this, but I think I'm sick of chocolate ...... well, maybe for awhile anyway. Unless it's fudge. I could totally do fudge again.
Robert lost his first tooth! However, I didn't get to pull it out. He came in to my bedroom one morning and said, "Guess what I have in my hand."
"What?" I ask
"My tooth!" he says as he pulls his hand out from behind his back and shows me his teeny tiny tooth.
So, that night the tooth fairy came for the first time to our house and left a buck under his pillow. I was shocked! After all, I only got a quarter and my teeth were much bigger!
Santa came and treated us all good. The kids were thrilled, yet not so surprised. I guess they just knew he would come. After all, why wouldn't he? Right? The rest of the day we just relaxed and enjoyed the day. After all the Santa hubbub I was able to take a 3 hour much needed nap. It was absolute heaven! After I woke up we had lunch and went to the movies and saw "The Tale of Despereaux" and it was really good! It was the perfect end to a perfect day. I can honestly say that it was the best Christmas ever!
January
New Year's Eve was fun. For the past 2 years we've celebrated an East Coast New Year's on account of the kids. We figured it would be torture for all of us if we tried to keep the kids up (not to mention me. I tend to be not so pleasant when I'm tired). So we ate yummy snacks, played charades and counted down the New Year at 9pm. We donned our party hats and popped our poppers. We screamed out "Happy New Year" to each other and gave each other a New Year's kiss. We then toasted in the New Year with a glass of "Mormon Bubbly" and called it a night. It was the perfect ending to a very a fantastic year. Here's to my hubby and kids!!!!
The following weekend after New Year's we headed up to Utah to celebrate my Dad's birthday. We caravaned up with the Walden's and took our time getting up there. It was actually a lot of fun. Once we got up there we hung out with my parents and ate yummy Mexican food. My mom is the best cook! She taught me some of her secrets and I can't wait to try them out. My dad turned 81 this year. (Wow!! Way To Go Dad!) He's doing great as if he never had a heart attack and plans to be around for awhile.
The Present Day
So as usual at the beginning of every year, I reassess my life and try to figure out which area needs the most work. I've come to the conclusion that there isn't just one area, but many so little by little and line by line, I'm chipping away at being a better person. However, right now my focus is on my physical health.
My husband and I have under gone a complete body cleansing. And let me tell you, this has not been easy!!! In fact, on some days it has been down right torture. For one week, my diet has consisted of nothing but smoothies. Albeit, yummy smoothies, but that's it. Smoothies. And water. Lots and lots of water. We have to drink a cleansing drink before each morning and evening smoothie which consists of psyllium hulls and aloe vera mixed with apple juice with some veggie pill thingies. It's not so bad. We also get snacks between each smoothie which is either juice or a piece of fruit. Needless to say, by the 3rd day I was DYING for some real food. By the 4th day I began salivating at yummy smells. Today is the 5th day and I'm doing much better. Of course, I've stayed in all day so that has helped. Tomorrow I get to introduce meat back into my diet. I can't hardly wait! And in case you're wondering, the cleansing totally works. I won't go into detail, but I'll say this: So far I've lost 5 pounds and that's not fat. That's just whats been in my gut. Amazing! Right now I can't say that I feel better because I'm just hungry. But the booklet says that you don't usually feel a difference until after the cleansing. So I look forward to that.
So there you have. I know - Not too exciting, but I thought I had to fill in all the gaps.
I really wanted to post a bunch of pictures so everyone can see what's been happening with our lives in the passed few weeks (months??!), but I can't download any photos due to a memory problem on my computer. So I'm working on getting an external hard drive so this won't happen again. But that's boring stuff. So I'll try to recap just a little:
November
Robert was the Big Bad Wolf in his school Thanksgiving Play. He did great and was so cute with his Big Bad Wolf mask.
Thanksgiving in Oregon
We hiked and played and laughed. It was a great time! (All except for the tooth incident) We ended up staying an extra day because our flight was canceled due to fog up and down the west coast.
December
We spent the first week back from Oregon just trying to get back to normal after a long trip and then we pulled out the Christmas decorations and spent the 2nd week of Dec just getting ready for Santa to come. As Robert put it we weren't ready until the lights were up on the house. It was a lot of work but very much worth it. The kids made it so.
Let's see....hmm..... Oh Yes! The Parties! It seemed like every week was filled with one or two parties. Oh yeah! And eating!! We ate like there was no tomorrow: cookies and fudge. Pecan Squares and Candy Canes. And the chocolate!! I never thought I'd say this, but I think I'm sick of chocolate ...... well, maybe for awhile anyway. Unless it's fudge. I could totally do fudge again.
Robert lost his first tooth! However, I didn't get to pull it out. He came in to my bedroom one morning and said, "Guess what I have in my hand."
"What?" I ask
"My tooth!" he says as he pulls his hand out from behind his back and shows me his teeny tiny tooth.
So, that night the tooth fairy came for the first time to our house and left a buck under his pillow. I was shocked! After all, I only got a quarter and my teeth were much bigger!
Santa came and treated us all good. The kids were thrilled, yet not so surprised. I guess they just knew he would come. After all, why wouldn't he? Right? The rest of the day we just relaxed and enjoyed the day. After all the Santa hubbub I was able to take a 3 hour much needed nap. It was absolute heaven! After I woke up we had lunch and went to the movies and saw "The Tale of Despereaux" and it was really good! It was the perfect end to a perfect day. I can honestly say that it was the best Christmas ever!
January
New Year's Eve was fun. For the past 2 years we've celebrated an East Coast New Year's on account of the kids. We figured it would be torture for all of us if we tried to keep the kids up (not to mention me. I tend to be not so pleasant when I'm tired). So we ate yummy snacks, played charades and counted down the New Year at 9pm. We donned our party hats and popped our poppers. We screamed out "Happy New Year" to each other and gave each other a New Year's kiss. We then toasted in the New Year with a glass of "Mormon Bubbly" and called it a night. It was the perfect ending to a very a fantastic year. Here's to my hubby and kids!!!!
The following weekend after New Year's we headed up to Utah to celebrate my Dad's birthday. We caravaned up with the Walden's and took our time getting up there. It was actually a lot of fun. Once we got up there we hung out with my parents and ate yummy Mexican food. My mom is the best cook! She taught me some of her secrets and I can't wait to try them out. My dad turned 81 this year. (Wow!! Way To Go Dad!) He's doing great as if he never had a heart attack and plans to be around for awhile.
The Present Day
So as usual at the beginning of every year, I reassess my life and try to figure out which area needs the most work. I've come to the conclusion that there isn't just one area, but many so little by little and line by line, I'm chipping away at being a better person. However, right now my focus is on my physical health.
My husband and I have under gone a complete body cleansing. And let me tell you, this has not been easy!!! In fact, on some days it has been down right torture. For one week, my diet has consisted of nothing but smoothies. Albeit, yummy smoothies, but that's it. Smoothies. And water. Lots and lots of water. We have to drink a cleansing drink before each morning and evening smoothie which consists of psyllium hulls and aloe vera mixed with apple juice with some veggie pill thingies. It's not so bad. We also get snacks between each smoothie which is either juice or a piece of fruit. Needless to say, by the 3rd day I was DYING for some real food. By the 4th day I began salivating at yummy smells. Today is the 5th day and I'm doing much better. Of course, I've stayed in all day so that has helped. Tomorrow I get to introduce meat back into my diet. I can't hardly wait! And in case you're wondering, the cleansing totally works. I won't go into detail, but I'll say this: So far I've lost 5 pounds and that's not fat. That's just whats been in my gut. Amazing! Right now I can't say that I feel better because I'm just hungry. But the booklet says that you don't usually feel a difference until after the cleansing. So I look forward to that.
So there you have. I know - Not too exciting, but I thought I had to fill in all the gaps.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Missing Tooth
Okay. A couple of weeks ago I went to the dentist with severe pain in my right lower 1st moler (that's the very last moler). The pain was so excruciating it radiated all the way into my ear and down my neck. I could barely talk. This all happened on a Friday. So I made an appointment with a local dentist and wasn't able to get in until the following Tues. So I medicated myself with a gajillion Advil and was good to go for the weekend.
So I go in for the appointment and the Dentist, who was super duper nice taps my tooth and asked me if that hurt? To my surprise it didn't. So he tells me that the tooth is dead and we'll have to perform a root canal in order to keep it. He took an x-ray and saw that the tooth was definately abssessed. However, there was a very large space behind the tooth which he was very concerned about. He wrote me a prescription for Vicadin (yeah!) and I made an appointment for the root canal with his colleague.
The following week I go in for my root canal and while the dentist is shooting me up full of novacaine he notices that there is a much bigger problem going on than just a dead tooth. I know this because his assistant says, "Is that what I think it is?" and he says "Uh-huh." He then says, "I'm going to let that (the novacaine) set in for a few minutes and I'll be back in a few minutes." Feeling half numbed already, I look over at the dental assistant and say, "I ate a granola bar right before I came is that what you saw?" She just laughed at me and said "He'll be right back to talk to you about it." By this time I'm feeling a little nervous.
So the Dr. comes back in and says, "Okay. So we have a bigger problem here..... blah blah blah.... dead tooth......blah blah blah..... 12 mm pocket around tooth filled with puss (I know. Gross.)infected jaw bone caused it....... blah blah blah..... have to pull your tooth out." "WHAT?????" I said completely shocked. "What do you mean you have to pull my tooth out?" He explained that it could be either an endodontic or periodontic problem. An endodontic problem would mean that the problem lies in the bone meaning the tooth would have to come out and there would have to be bone grafting and a tooth implant etc... If it was a periodontic infection the root canal would do the trick. However, from the looks of things he strongly felt that this was an endodontic problem. He was very nice and very logical, however, he wasn't going to be pulling my tooth out today. That I knew for sure! So I had him call my brother-in-law who is an excellent DDS in Oregon. Yes. I actually had him call my brother-in-law in OR and explain the situation to him. So he did and they both agreed that since the origin of the infection was unsure we should go ahead with the root canal. After all, this may save the tooth for a few months or maybe indefinately since they were unsure of the origin of the infection. However, since we had taken so long to decide what to do, my dentist could only do half of the procedure today and would have to finish up the following week. Oh joy. At least I wouldn't be in any more pain.
So I go in for the appointment and the Dentist, who was super duper nice taps my tooth and asked me if that hurt? To my surprise it didn't. So he tells me that the tooth is dead and we'll have to perform a root canal in order to keep it. He took an x-ray and saw that the tooth was definately abssessed. However, there was a very large space behind the tooth which he was very concerned about. He wrote me a prescription for Vicadin (yeah!) and I made an appointment for the root canal with his colleague.
The following week I go in for my root canal and while the dentist is shooting me up full of novacaine he notices that there is a much bigger problem going on than just a dead tooth. I know this because his assistant says, "Is that what I think it is?" and he says "Uh-huh." He then says, "I'm going to let that (the novacaine) set in for a few minutes and I'll be back in a few minutes." Feeling half numbed already, I look over at the dental assistant and say, "I ate a granola bar right before I came is that what you saw?" She just laughed at me and said "He'll be right back to talk to you about it." By this time I'm feeling a little nervous.
So the Dr. comes back in and says, "Okay. So we have a bigger problem here..... blah blah blah.... dead tooth......blah blah blah..... 12 mm pocket around tooth filled with puss (I know. Gross.)infected jaw bone caused it....... blah blah blah..... have to pull your tooth out." "WHAT?????" I said completely shocked. "What do you mean you have to pull my tooth out?" He explained that it could be either an endodontic or periodontic problem. An endodontic problem would mean that the problem lies in the bone meaning the tooth would have to come out and there would have to be bone grafting and a tooth implant etc... If it was a periodontic infection the root canal would do the trick. However, from the looks of things he strongly felt that this was an endodontic problem. He was very nice and very logical, however, he wasn't going to be pulling my tooth out today. That I knew for sure! So I had him call my brother-in-law who is an excellent DDS in Oregon. Yes. I actually had him call my brother-in-law in OR and explain the situation to him. So he did and they both agreed that since the origin of the infection was unsure we should go ahead with the root canal. After all, this may save the tooth for a few months or maybe indefinately since they were unsure of the origin of the infection. However, since we had taken so long to decide what to do, my dentist could only do half of the procedure today and would have to finish up the following week. Oh joy. At least I wouldn't be in any more pain.
I get the root canal completed the following week. Ten days later we head up to Oregon to spend Thanksgiving with my sister and her family and my brother-in-law who is the dentist. Up until a day prior to our trip I was pain free. And then to my dismay the pain started to come back which meant it wasn't the tooth. It was the bone.
So I went into my brother-in-law's office kicking and screaming and had my tooth pulled and the bone grafted. In 6 months or so I'll be going back for an implant. I'm so bummed. I'm even more bummed after having seen my tooth and seeing that there is absolutely nothing wrong with it. It was all the stupid bone's fault. And there is no explanation as to why the bone went bad either - just something that's very rare. Furthermore, to make matters worse, I had the tooth pulled the day before Thanksgiving which made my Thanksgiving meal not as enjoyable as it could have been.
My son has a loose tooth which means he'll be losing a tooth soon too. So he said to me, "That's okay, Mom. I'm loosing my teeth too." Cute. But not so funny.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Happy Thanksgiving!!!
We're leaving to go out of town for Thanksgiving and I just wanted to give a big shout out to you all and say....
(Seriously!)
Happy Thanksgiving!!
I'm thankful for you all!!
(Seriously!)
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Alphabet Soup
Carly came to me tonight and said, "I'm making alphabet soup, Mama."
"Oh really?" I said
"Yes. Would you like some?"
"Yes! I would love some." I say.
She runs out and comes back with a pie tin full of wooden alphabet letters from her alphabet puzzle and a big mouth spoon and says, "Here you go, Mama."
PRECIOUS!
"Oh really?" I said
"Yes. Would you like some?"
"Yes! I would love some." I say.
She runs out and comes back with a pie tin full of wooden alphabet letters from her alphabet puzzle and a big mouth spoon and says, "Here you go, Mama."
PRECIOUS!
Class, Style and Grace
Alice Mary Cosby was Mike's paternal grandmother. I didn't know her very well, but yesterday I got a real sense of who she was.
Yesterday we met some of Mike's family at Alice Mary's condo to go through her things (she passed away a couple of months ago). I've done this sort of thing before when my sister passed away. When doing so I tend to separate the things from the person. In other words, all the furniture, dishes, clothes are just things. They aren't the person. I don't know, it just seems to make it easier to go through. However, yesterday was different.
Maybe it was because I didn't know her very well, but I was so interested in everything. I almost wanted to take everything because it was a part of Mike's heritage. So, I just kept looking and looking at things. Not really knowing what I wanted (except the two wood screens. I knew I wanted those). I just kept looking at everything. I ended up wandering from room to room just looking. I came to the room where she kept her clothes and began sifting through her clothes. What I found there didn't at all surprise me. Alice Mary was a very classy lady. She reminded me of a San Franciscan Socialite full of class, style and grace. She had Ann Taylor suits and beautiful cardigan sweaters of all colors and styles. As I looked at those clothes I got a sense of who Alice Mary really was. In fact, I felt her for a brief second with me, because I KNEW who she was for one brief second. She was no doubt one classy lady. I teared up and was so sad I missed the opportunity to get to know her better while she was alive.
Carly found a bag of stuffed animals and with the assistance of Rebecca (Mike's cousin's girlfriend and her new found friend) she pulled them out one by one. There were so many of the same Teddy Bears and a few of the same rabbits and koala bears. All adorable and soft. But I imagined Alice Mary buying these with the full intent of making little children happy - more specifically, her great grand children and perhaps her friend's grand children. There were so many that they would have well covered her family and then some. However, for whatever reason she wasn't able to fulfill her wish.
I may be wrong, but I do believe that Alice Mary was completely misunderstood while she was alive. She was a private woman and no doubt very strong (to be married to a Cosby man you would have to be). She loved her husband so much that she was lost without him when he died. I'm so happy she's with him now.
She was so proud to be a Cosby and if she were alive today I would want her to know that we will do our best to honor the Cosby name and carry on her legacy. But, I think she knows that.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Eleven Years Ago
We met on September 20th, 1996 at a Mobil gas station on the corner of Sepulveda and Sherman Way. I was coming home from work and was in dire need of gas. I had actually passed the gas station and was contemplating on turning around because I really was running on fumes. However, I didn't want to. It was one of those days that I just wanted to get home and I didn't want to stop. I was so tired, but I knew I really should stop, but I really didn't want to and so I was having this internal battle with myself (or an angel who was trying to convince me to turn around. Looking back, I'm pretty sure it was an angel. Anyway....) I finally decided to turn around after having assessed my situation. The nearest gas station wasn't for a few miles and I really didn't think I was going to make it so I reluctantly turned around. I pull into the gas station and began pumping gas.
I wasn't there for 5 minutes when this green Explorer pulls up to the pump behind me. This guy gets out (he was wearing Calvin Klein jeans, a USC sweatshirt and a USC baseball cap on backwards) and I get this distinct feeling to go and talk to him. In fact, it was more like a voice in my right ear that said, "Go and talk to him." Without hestation, I thought, "I'm not going to go talk to him". Now, let me just say that at this time in my life I was so (and I do mean SO) done with guys. I had just ended a very LONG relationship and was not interested in meeting anyone new. In fact, I was thinking about moving to Seattle. So I just stood there waiting for my tank to fill up.
The next thing I know this guy says to me, "You drove that little car all the way from Utah?" (I still had my Utah plates) I said, "Yep, and I had two big dogs with me." From there "this guy" starts asking all kinds of questions about me. I barely was able to get his name, but he was able to get my whole life story within about 10 mins. However, he never asked for my phone number and I figured that after having found out all about me he must want my number. So since I really wanted to go home, I offered him my business card and told him that this was my voicemail number and to leave a message on that and that I check it every few days, blah, blah. (I was so not interested at this point. I just wanted to get out of there. Sorry, Babe. But its true.)
I get home and later that night I decided to check my voicemail. And low and behold there was Mike. He left me a message as soon as he had gotten back to his office and left about 5 numbers for me to try to get ahold of him. I saved the message and went on with my weekend.
I decided to call him back that Sunday right before I left for church. That way, if it turned out I didn't like him or whatever, I had an out. We ended up talking for two hours and I skipped church entirely. We made a date for the following Wednesday and hung up the phone.
To be honest I wasn't expecting much. After all, as I had mentioned before, I was so done with guys and I really didn't care if this was going to work or not. So, to me it was just something to do. We didn't do anything spectacular. We just went down to Third Street Promenade and had dinner at Trilusa (not there any more) and walked down the street. But it was so easy and so comfortable like we had known each other our whole lives.
At dinner, we were talking about what our interests were. We discovered that we both like mountain bike riding and realized that we both liked riding off of Kuehner in Simi Valley. Once we realized that, we both stopped ... looked at each other... and BAM! We realized that we had met before. The image was so clear and precise we talked about it as if it were yesterday. Wierd!
The date ended and Mike was the perfect gentlemen. He took my hand, shook it, held it for a brief second and said "Good Night." and turned and left. I was so impressed. I didn't realized it then, but I fell in love with Mike that night.
After our first date, we were inseperable. And on November 1, 1997 we were married. Two years later we were sealed in the St. George temple.
To say the least, it has been one hell of a ride. We've had our ups and downs and our, "I'm out of here!" moments, but I would do it all over again just to be with Mike. He is undoubtedly my knight in shining armor and the man of my dreams. He is my strength where I'm weak and my sanity when I'm insane.
Here's to another 75 years, Baby!!!!!
I wasn't there for 5 minutes when this green Explorer pulls up to the pump behind me. This guy gets out (he was wearing Calvin Klein jeans, a USC sweatshirt and a USC baseball cap on backwards) and I get this distinct feeling to go and talk to him. In fact, it was more like a voice in my right ear that said, "Go and talk to him." Without hestation, I thought, "I'm not going to go talk to him". Now, let me just say that at this time in my life I was so (and I do mean SO) done with guys. I had just ended a very LONG relationship and was not interested in meeting anyone new. In fact, I was thinking about moving to Seattle. So I just stood there waiting for my tank to fill up.
The next thing I know this guy says to me, "You drove that little car all the way from Utah?" (I still had my Utah plates) I said, "Yep, and I had two big dogs with me." From there "this guy" starts asking all kinds of questions about me. I barely was able to get his name, but he was able to get my whole life story within about 10 mins. However, he never asked for my phone number and I figured that after having found out all about me he must want my number. So since I really wanted to go home, I offered him my business card and told him that this was my voicemail number and to leave a message on that and that I check it every few days, blah, blah. (I was so not interested at this point. I just wanted to get out of there. Sorry, Babe. But its true.)
I get home and later that night I decided to check my voicemail. And low and behold there was Mike. He left me a message as soon as he had gotten back to his office and left about 5 numbers for me to try to get ahold of him. I saved the message and went on with my weekend.
I decided to call him back that Sunday right before I left for church. That way, if it turned out I didn't like him or whatever, I had an out. We ended up talking for two hours and I skipped church entirely. We made a date for the following Wednesday and hung up the phone.
To be honest I wasn't expecting much. After all, as I had mentioned before, I was so done with guys and I really didn't care if this was going to work or not. So, to me it was just something to do. We didn't do anything spectacular. We just went down to Third Street Promenade and had dinner at Trilusa (not there any more) and walked down the street. But it was so easy and so comfortable like we had known each other our whole lives.
At dinner, we were talking about what our interests were. We discovered that we both like mountain bike riding and realized that we both liked riding off of Kuehner in Simi Valley. Once we realized that, we both stopped ... looked at each other... and BAM! We realized that we had met before. The image was so clear and precise we talked about it as if it were yesterday. Wierd!
The date ended and Mike was the perfect gentlemen. He took my hand, shook it, held it for a brief second and said "Good Night." and turned and left. I was so impressed. I didn't realized it then, but I fell in love with Mike that night.
After our first date, we were inseperable. And on November 1, 1997 we were married. Two years later we were sealed in the St. George temple.
To say the least, it has been one hell of a ride. We've had our ups and downs and our, "I'm out of here!" moments, but I would do it all over again just to be with Mike. He is undoubtedly my knight in shining armor and the man of my dreams. He is my strength where I'm weak and my sanity when I'm insane.
Here's to another 75 years, Baby!!!!!
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