My thoughts and prayers are with my sister, and the family of her longtime friend.
28 February 2011
26 February 2011
22 February 2011
In between the lines
(NOTE: This is another old draft. I'm really good at starting posts and not quite finishing them. But every once in a while I either delete them, or upload them. So...here!)
The other day I was talking to a good friend about how human interaction works. First there are the words exchanged. I like to call that the superficial conversation. Then there's the real conversation; voice inflection, body language...all that nonverbal stuff.
I really hate when those two parts don't add up. Like when you think you're having one conversation, but really it morphs into something entirely different. It makes me wish people could be genuine all the time.
MA definitely gets one point for realness. People are just naturally more honest, and blunt here. It's refreshing. But there's always room for error...
Story time!
The end.
(Disclaimer: The thing is....I wrote this one before the appointment. I kinda, sorta feel bad because they were all so sweet and understanding when I took Sophie in. And they were so good with her, too. Buggy didn't cry at all, and loves the new doctor and nurse....and fish tank in the waiting room. I am absolutely grateful to have found them.)
The other day I was talking to a good friend about how human interaction works. First there are the words exchanged. I like to call that the superficial conversation. Then there's the real conversation; voice inflection, body language...all that nonverbal stuff.
I really hate when those two parts don't add up. Like when you think you're having one conversation, but really it morphs into something entirely different. It makes me wish people could be genuine all the time.
MA definitely gets one point for realness. People are just naturally more honest, and blunt here. It's refreshing. But there's always room for error...
Story time!
Ginny: Hi, I'm calling to schedule an appointment for a my daughter.
Receptionist: Okay, is she sick?
G: No, just a well checkup. She's two, and a new patient. I actually have two chickies that I'll be bringing here.
R: Then I need information from you first.
G: K, shoot!
R: What insurance do you have?
G: [Gulp. Cringe] The ghetto kind.
R: Hm..lazy. Okay... I need some number off the card...
G: Oh, I gotta find it real quick. Sorry! I'm a total scatterbrain... Okay! Here it is...xxxxxx.
R: Okay, now info on both children?
G: Blah, blah, blah...
R: Two young kids close in age, huh? Ghetto insurance, huh? Do you all have the same last name?
G: Ugh, YES! If I was in Utah you would assume better, and not even ask me that.
R: Now I need emergency contacts.
G: *my info*
R: That's just one. I need two people.
G: Seriously??
R: Yes....
G: [Cringe] Hmm... *my mom's info*
R: Is this Grandma??
G: Yup, but don't call her that.
R: And you live with her?
G: BOTH parents, yes. I know what you're thinking! Stop it!
R: [Sighhhh] When you come in you need to have the insurance card with you, and both of their medical records.
G: I don't have medical records...
R: Well, we need at least the immunization records so we know what shots to give.
G: Ya know what? I know you're annoyed. I get it. But I don't like it....so I'm pulling it!!---- I was widowed, and we've moved a lot this year. You have nooo idea. So maybe I should have records, but I do not.
R: Oh, so you're actually one of those people "the system" wants to be helping.... I get it! I'll be nice now! ---Totally take your time! If you don't mind having the other pediatrician fax immunization records that would be great. No pressure though.
G: Yeah, see that? I won't be white trash forever! And I'll spend extra time making myself look pretty so that I don't look trashy when I come in with my ridiculously cute baby. See ya next week! ecks, oh!
(Disclaimer: The thing is....I wrote this one before the appointment. I kinda, sorta feel bad because they were all so sweet and understanding when I took Sophie in. And they were so good with her, too. Buggy didn't cry at all, and loves the new doctor and nurse....and fish tank in the waiting room. I am absolutely grateful to have found them.)
20 February 2011
I've mentioned it before...
But I just really love when I get it!!
Sometimes I just need little reminders.
:)
Sometimes I just need little reminders.
:)
16 February 2011
Mountain Goat
So, remember back (3 days ago) when I posted about Sophie's shiner, and how she inherited my clumsiness. It got me thinking....
I am painfully clumsy. I don't even try to play it off or excuse it.
I keep remembering the first time Ben and I went hiking together. It was at the end of May 2003, and he was dropping his sister off at West Yellowstone. She had got a job at Old Faithful. He had picked me up along the way; any excuse to spend time together. (He wrote Lindsay about it.)
Anyway... While she was at orientation we went for a walk. We happened upon a rocky spot with huge boulders, and immediately Ben wanted climb them.
I remember not feeling very surefooted, and blaming my Roxy sneakers. [Cringe.] But of course Ben was a different story. I tried to hide my awe as I watched him jump from rock to rock like it was effortless. I teased him about being a mountain goat. He smiled. It was cute...
Eventually, we got to the top of one of those boulders. He wanted me to sit with him close to the edge. Have I mentioned how much I hate heights? It was maybe a 30 ft drop, so I insisted on sitting in the center of the boulder. He reluctantly compromised.
I felt silly, and over exposed. What could he possibly be thinking of me? He was adorably agile, and I was just a mess. What if we were too different?
And yet, none of that mattered to him. My flaws had somehow become endearing, redeemable qualities.
I miss that.
I miss him.
I love Ben.
I am painfully clumsy. I don't even try to play it off or excuse it.
I keep remembering the first time Ben and I went hiking together. It was at the end of May 2003, and he was dropping his sister off at West Yellowstone. She had got a job at Old Faithful. He had picked me up along the way; any excuse to spend time together. (He wrote Lindsay about it.)
Anyway... While she was at orientation we went for a walk. We happened upon a rocky spot with huge boulders, and immediately Ben wanted climb them.
I remember not feeling very surefooted, and blaming my Roxy sneakers. [Cringe.] But of course Ben was a different story. I tried to hide my awe as I watched him jump from rock to rock like it was effortless. I teased him about being a mountain goat. He smiled. It was cute...
Eventually, we got to the top of one of those boulders. He wanted me to sit with him close to the edge. Have I mentioned how much I hate heights? It was maybe a 30 ft drop, so I insisted on sitting in the center of the boulder. He reluctantly compromised.
I felt silly, and over exposed. What could he possibly be thinking of me? He was adorably agile, and I was just a mess. What if we were too different?
And yet, none of that mattered to him. My flaws had somehow become endearing, redeemable qualities.
I miss that.
I miss him.
I love Ben.
14 February 2011
Valentine's Day '11
Happy Pink Day!!
Love,
The Hill girls
(Ps.. Yes, I totally forgot a cheesy group shot.)
Love,
The Hill girls
(Ps.. Yes, I totally forgot a cheesy group shot.)
13 February 2011
Shiner
Short story, shorter:
Sophie has inherited Mommy's clumsiness, and definitely not Daddy's cat-like reflexes.
Poor Buggy!
Sophie has inherited Mommy's clumsiness, and definitely not Daddy's cat-like reflexes.
Poor Buggy!
05 February 2011
Blah blah blah
Remember how I mentioned that I think too much?? And remember all those posts about the random things that go through my head? Want more?
(If that last answer is a "No!" you can skip this one.)
I'm starting to wonder if I have a legitimate hot chocolate addiction. Seriously. I've had no problem passing up any other sugary substance. I've been proud of myself; it's not even deliberate. But hot chocolate just seems to be my Achilles' heal. Someone may have to pose an intervention soon. For now I'll blame it on the weather. I've been doing that a lot lately. ;)
I insert those little faces a lot too; maybe too much.
I really need to paint my toes. I might go with red this time.
I reallllly need to email a recipe to a friend. I keep forgetting. I'll send it right after I finish this (if I remember). I think there was someone else I've been meaning to email, too.
I'm pretty excited for March, for the most random reasons. Maybe I'll post about them after that trip...
I've been thinking of downsizing to two columns. I don't know why I have three anymore.
Back in the eighth grade I swore I'd never ever break 5'. I felt defeated by genetics. One day out of frustration, I measured and marked 5'2" on the wall in my parents' entryway (just putting it out into the universe. :))
They still have all those pencil markings on the wall. Maybe I should take a photo for prosperity... Anyway, when I hit that 5' mark on 14 Aug 1997, I was thrilled. It felt like an accomplishment. Then I hit 5'2" on 26 Nov 1999 (and then I never grew again).
My sister is always telling me that I am shorter than that. I always disagree. Yesterday I decided to finally end the debate... I'm freaking 5'1.75"!! What??! When did I shrink?? I'm 27, not 87. Maybe I could yoga that quarter of an inch back? Whatev.
Ben would probably insist that I claim 5'1". He was(/is) 5'11.75" and he never ever told people he was 6' tall. He said it would be too much like lying. Hm..
Really, it doesn't matter. I have this weird personality quirk where I always envision myself as being eye-level with everyone else. Rationally, I know when I'm shorter (which is most of the time) or taller (that's pretty rare). But in my head I feel like I'm the same height as any other peer. Does that even make sense?
I always refer to my scatter-brained-ness as having "blonde moments." Really, I should just call them "Ginny moments." I'm pretty sure that widow-brain pass has expired.
That Diddy song is stuck in my head. Blah. Jocee sings parts of it allll the time. Love her. She practically lived in timeout today. Sophie was pretty disgruntled with me too.
Yeah...I'm just scatter-brained. And now you may or may not understand why.
xo
:)
(If that last answer is a "No!" you can skip this one.)
I'm starting to wonder if I have a legitimate hot chocolate addiction. Seriously. I've had no problem passing up any other sugary substance. I've been proud of myself; it's not even deliberate. But hot chocolate just seems to be my Achilles' heal. Someone may have to pose an intervention soon. For now I'll blame it on the weather. I've been doing that a lot lately. ;)
I insert those little faces a lot too; maybe too much.
I really need to paint my toes. I might go with red this time.
I reallllly need to email a recipe to a friend. I keep forgetting. I'll send it right after I finish this (if I remember). I think there was someone else I've been meaning to email, too.
I'm pretty excited for March, for the most random reasons. Maybe I'll post about them after that trip...
I've been thinking of downsizing to two columns. I don't know why I have three anymore.
Back in the eighth grade I swore I'd never ever break 5'. I felt defeated by genetics. One day out of frustration, I measured and marked 5'2" on the wall in my parents' entryway (just putting it out into the universe. :))
They still have all those pencil markings on the wall. Maybe I should take a photo for prosperity... Anyway, when I hit that 5' mark on 14 Aug 1997, I was thrilled. It felt like an accomplishment. Then I hit 5'2" on 26 Nov 1999 (and then I never grew again).
My sister is always telling me that I am shorter than that. I always disagree. Yesterday I decided to finally end the debate... I'm freaking 5'1.75"!! What??! When did I shrink?? I'm 27, not 87. Maybe I could yoga that quarter of an inch back? Whatev.
Ben would probably insist that I claim 5'1". He was(/is) 5'11.75" and he never ever told people he was 6' tall. He said it would be too much like lying. Hm..
Really, it doesn't matter. I have this weird personality quirk where I always envision myself as being eye-level with everyone else. Rationally, I know when I'm shorter (which is most of the time) or taller (that's pretty rare). But in my head I feel like I'm the same height as any other peer. Does that even make sense?
I always refer to my scatter-brained-ness as having "blonde moments." Really, I should just call them "Ginny moments." I'm pretty sure that widow-brain pass has expired.
That Diddy song is stuck in my head. Blah. Jocee sings parts of it allll the time. Love her. She practically lived in timeout today. Sophie was pretty disgruntled with me too.
Yeah...I'm just scatter-brained. And now you may or may not understand why.
xo
:)
04 February 2011
Team Work
I love when I hear giggling in the next room, and find something like this...
These little chickies can be resourceful!
And just for the record, they didn't have any help from Mommy.
So lucky to have them!
:)
These little chickies can be resourceful!
And just for the record, they didn't have any help from Mommy.
So lucky to have them!
:)
02 February 2011
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