The GOLDEN boy!

It's this boy's GOLDEN birthday today—24 on the 24th. I can't imagine a better way to become a mother, than the opportunity of giving birth to and raising Clark. He was such a good baby, a quintessential boy, a fun and adventurous kid and a (mostly) respectful and kind teenager. I'm now watching as he navigates his first year of marriage and I couldn't be more proud of the man is has become. I am super grateful for his example and his diligent efforts. 

Clark was there in the beginning when I caught the scrapbook bug. In fact, he is most-likely the very reason I was curious and took my first class. He (and Chase) posed for the cover of my first little book, Core Composition. He and they together were the subject of most of my early scrapbook pages and he has always put up with a camera-toting mother. He is a natural poser as evidenced in the image above and in the scrolling pictures below. I LOVE this kid and all of the memories I have of him. If anything I wish I had MORE photos—although, I will say that it's the ability to find and use photos that makes me happy, not just having them. And yes, that was a subtle plug for my Library of Memories system :)

I've been thinking about doing something FUN for Clark's golden birthday for a while, but I didn't land on an idea I really liked until Tuesday (three days ago!) I looked at my Days of the Year calendar and realized that February 24th is National Tortilla Chip Day (yes, there is one.) That's what I would do—get a BIG cardboard box and fill it with bags of tortilla chips—there are GOLD and they are fairly lightweight for mailing. I picked up Addie from the bus stop and we headed to the grocery store where my idea grew into something much crazier. I filled my cart with all things gold. Things like Golden Grahams cereal, Golden Oreos, goldfish crackers, etc... I bought Reeses Peanut Butter cups and Werther's Original candies and men's "Gold Temptation" body wash — I walked up and down every aisle of the store and came home with WAY TOO MUCH STUFF, but I was super excited, so I packed it all up. Added a birthday card (with gold writing) and a gold gift card for the movies. The CRAZY thing is there after all that, there was no room for the tortilla chips and the super DUMB thing is I forgot to take a picture of my box full of golden goodies and gold/yellow tissue paper and shreddy! Oh well. The IMPORTANT thing is the boxed arrived today. 

Clark liked it. 

Crawling back into the wagon (with roses!)

I was thinking that I had failed. Failed in my goal to blog for 100 days—for obvious reasons—the last 14 days in which I have not blogged, but then I caught hold of an enlightening fact.
Ready? Here it is ...
I'm in charge. I make the rules. I set the goals and I decide who can get back on the wagon after falling off. Today I'm deciding that it's OK for me to jump back in. Part of me believes I must come up with content to post-date for the days that I've missed—the perfectionist part. The other part of me is saying, "Just shut-up already and give the girl a chance!" Yes, I suppose it is a bit odd that I'm having all these conversations with myself. Oh well. The good news (for me anyway) is that I'm ignoring the opinion that I must "make up" what I have lost, at least for now. This is because it won't help me today ...

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Today has been a good day. I attended the temple this morning and then took lunch (Cafe Rio) up to one of my young woman at the high school. Her name is Abby and she and I are teaching the lesson this coming Sunday; so we needed to meet up and look over all of the possible material, so that we could narrow down what we want to use and develop and share with the others. After that, I visited another young woman at her house—it's early release days at the middle school. She just had a birthday and will be joining our class for the first time on Sunday, so we took her a rose and spent a few minutes getting to know her better. Her name is Maci.

FYI: I'm currently serving as a Mia Maid advisor at church. This means I support the Young Women's presidency in our ward and that I share teaching duties for the 14 and 15 year-old girls. I work directly with the 1st counselor in the presidency. Her name is Tara. She is the mother of one of our Mia Maids, and that is extra fun. I love any opportunity to work and serve with teenagers. I gather from interactions with other adults that some people are a little scared of teens, but I really enjoy being around them and listening to them and helping (if I can) as they navigate the world with increasing amounts of independence. It can be both an exciting and terrifying time of life, but I see so much potential in the girls that I work with. They are smart and gaining confidence and beginning to discover their passions and use their unique gifts and talents. I didn't love being a teenager myself. I was pretty shy and felt super awkward most of the time, but I had great youth leaders that I knew loved me. I'm very grateful for the influence they had on my life at that time. 

All of that to say that I stopped at two stores this morning to buy a single rose (to take to Maci) and learned that single roses are hard to come by in February. There are a variety of bouquets featuring roses and there are dozens of dozens of roses (ha!) and lucky for me today, some of those dozens were on sale. After visiting Maci, I came home and wondered what kind of a vase I could put my newly acquired 11 roses in—I don't have many medium-sized vases—just a really, really "too big" one and a bunch of smaller ones. I decided to get a little creative and put together a "rosy" display on the open window sill above my kitchen sink. And then I thought, "Why not buy myself some roses!" I like them. I really like that they are orange. 

And there you go. 
I blogged. I'm back. 
I sat down and wrote whatever came to my mind and symbolically pushed that procrastination monster to the back of my brain.

At least until tomorrow. 

#52 Stories: The Harlem Globe Trotters

My letter written to my Dad, January 1978
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I have very happy memories of going to see The Harlem Globe Trotters as a girl. I do not remember WHY I wanted to see them, but I do remember being in some kind of a large gym on bleacher style seats with my whole family as we watched hilariously funny basketball players, doing tricks and all kinds of silly antics. Not long ago I saw some kind of advertisement for, you guessed it ... The Harlem Globe Trotters in Spokane! I hopped on my computer and purchased 5 tickets. I wanted my kids to experience what I had experienced. It's the first time that I remember laughing so hard I nearly peed my pants. Not long after purchasing the tickets, I was downstairs looking through my "stuff that matters" box, which is just a big Rubbermaid bin with hanging file folders—a memorabilia file—I was actually looking for my "Girl with the Coolest Hair" certificate that I shared in this post and I came across the letter pictured here. CRAZY right?! I'm not sure I remember writing this letter, but I'm SO happy I found it.  I do remember writing my Dad whenever I really wanted something. I also remember sweetening whatever deal I was proposing with homemade pies or cookies.

My note exactly as it is written, reads:
Dear whom it may concern, (Dad) 
Did you know that this Saturday night, you! Yes you can see the greatest basketball game on earth. That's right it's the Harlem Globe Trotters funny, amusing entertainment and you can get a family of five in for just $13.00 and that's the second best seats remember that's this Saturday night January 28, 1978  Be There! 
Sincerely, 
Stacy

p.s. I did make you good cupcakes!

This is the Globetrotters I remember!

So, in 1978 I was 12 years old and obviously did not yet have a grasp of punctuation, but I LOVE that I have this sample of my handwriting. I LOVE that I have proof that family entertainment is MUCH MORE EXPENSIVE today. I paid $52.50 per ticket. 

I just spent roughly 45 minutes watching old HGT videos on YouTube. When this cartoon clip popped up a whole flood of memories came rushing in—Saturday morning cartoons, cold cereal, shag carpet, my mom going to work. She worked for my Dad at his veterinary clinic for a few years, but only Saturday mornings. I totally remember watching the Globetrotters cartoon. I remember there was always a "lesson" to be learned at the end of the show. Perhaps this is why I was so excited to see them in real life?!

The animated adventures of the famous basketball comedy team. The 1st Season 1970

I'll tell you what I'm learning as I recall and document these 52 Stories: Stories beget stories! Almost as soon as you begin a serious effort to recall life stories in detail, there are more details to write and those details are invariably connected to other stories that are begging to be told. 

This is a good thing! It reminds of Lamb Chop and Charley Horse singing "This is the song that never ends!" song, only you would replace the word song with STORY ...