My Meaningful Mantra I learned at the Water Park

I had a tough one yesterday...lounging by the poolside at the local water park.

As I noticed I was amishly dressed in my modest one piece, with body parts that

are "all natural" and perhaps one of the only adults there without

a tattoo, I took the opportunity to catch up on some light

"chick magazine" reading I have been behind on for three months.

The view from my lap

The boy and his buddy

One chick magazine offered up an article about developing your

own power tool called a Mantra. I have heard of them, spoken in reference

of life coaching. It is a phrase, slogan, word or something that means

something to you, deep to your core. That when you hear it,

you feel strong and alive. You can do anything.

So, I started to think what was my all-powerful mantra?
Was it "I should drive this Sandwich truck"?

Nah, I prefer no onions on my sandwiches.

Perhaps it is this phrase...which if you know me...

it definately could be right up my alley.

But I know what it is. I have it hanging in my kitchen. Above the sink.

"She believed she could, so she did."

Bob the Builder Award: Harold Hepfer: bellringer extraordinaire

Harold Hepfer is a bell ringer during the holidays for the Salvation Army.

In 2008, he raised $26,590 in his bell-ringer bucket. He VOLUNTEERED as a bell ringer six days a week, 8-10 hours a day from November 7th to December 24th. Holy hannah.

His kettle alone represents over 20% of the total amount raised here in our area of KC.

Insert pity party here

Let me take a break from the UK report to insert a little moan of sad here.

I have no reason to complain. I know it. But I want to and then I will be done. "Done" as I say.

We spent a leisurely (yeah, right) morning at the children's hospital yesterday for the boy. Not in the ER. This was scheduled fun. It is now the plan that the boy will NOT be going back to school in the fall. Not full time. Not part time. Just one hour a day.

It is called "Graduated Re-entry." Like a space shuttle or something.

The goal is to get him in full time by January. Which to a mother who has been dealing with very sick people (including my drunken slurry, seizurey self (by the way, figured out I have a six hour window if I forget my medication before that fun starts up again---figured that out the hard way) for the last three years, January sounds like eternity. I wanted to cry.

However, who has time to cry with all the labors that lay before us...that would just be wasted energy and make my exhaustion that much more pronounced....I am too buzy to cry anyway.

So, the good news to this little saga is that we are not in a school change and they know our history. The great news is that things are looking up. Sort of.

I just found a list that I have been keeping, and guess what. It took 29 separate visits with doctors to get his diagnosis. See, sometimes good things do come to those who wait (and work!).

More cheery posting later. :)

"Done."

Wonderful divine Scotland

Edinburgh Castle

established 700 AD

Tweed Valley, Scotland

As great at Northern Ireland was, I am absolutely in love with Scotland. It is only 14 miles across the channel from Ireland but a totally different feel.

Slower speaking, yummy organic yogurt,

and the Tweed Valley drive in sunset is to die for.

The people were more friendly.

There were less places to get money out or find food.

Seth and I had chinese, so you know a country with little food

but still serves Chinese can't be all bad. :)

Northern Ireland

It is so lovely to hear from you guys. Thanks for posting comments. It makes me feel connected to you just seeing your names! :)

Northern Ireland needs a new marketing director. That place rocks. So many people don't even realize that it is it's own country, and state of sorts of the United Kingdom. It was wonderful. We didn't spend much time in Belfast (very industrial and Bono wasn't there so why bother?). We did attend church and for you LDSers, it was a telecast stake conference. Elder Uchdorf told the Brits they need to be better about hugging and greeting each other---

reaching out. Touching isn't their big suit.

We learned that the Northern Ireland problems with the IRA isn't about religion at all (which is what is portrayed in western media). The problem really is that the members of the IRA

(secret militia) want a united island of Ireland and the Northern Irelanders

are happy being part of the UK.

This is the northern coast. There was this spectacular view

and this fellow was snoring his head off. :)

The locals would just lay around wherever they felt like.

Giant's Causeway...google this and learn about it. A-maz-ing.

Matt saw it when he was 11 and now Seth saw it when he was 12.
Seth has already decided that he will bring his son when he is 11 or 12. :)