Poor John is sick today. Too sick to go to work. Life is just rough that way…
Category: John
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another episode
John and I put together podcast #4 on the big brown bed last night. It should be posted in a few days–after John finishes all of the technical tweaking. :)
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schedule
for a day without the kiddoes:
7:30 wake up and test the bed springs w/John (yup, they still work)
8:30 shower, where I use my new favorite shampoo. It has good lather, a fresh scent, and leaves my hair oh-so soft & shiny! I start the day with happy hair.
8:47 light incense, sit on bed in lotus position and meditate
8:49 pet Elly when she leaps into lap as I meditate in lotus position
9:01 snuggle w/Elly on bed
9:20 get dressed in garden clothes
9:23 ride bike to garden; water
9:58 ride bike home
10:01 change clothes & check email
10:09 start watching ‘youtube’ videos; chat with John about internet tubes, macacas and toilet trained cats.
10:34 make a list of errands we want to run today, including the running store, a local coffeehouse, a plant nursery, a comic book shop, and a bead shop
11:05 go to lunch at sushiboy (blech. stale sushi)
12:00 mail overdue netflix movies on the way to the running store/coffeehouse (I grade papers at the coffeehouse while John buys new running shoes) [FYI Uncle NikeJohn, he bought Adidas this time]
3:15 leave coffeehouse and go to bead shop. I peruse beads while John pops into random stores throughout the adjacent strip mall.
3:45 go to plant nursery where I buy some flowers and John heads for the comic book store across the street
4:45 I join John at the comic book store. He shows me Ticket to Ride and we buy it. [John figures I’ll be willing to play a game that’s about _trains!_]
5:15 we drop by Rite Aid, where they are having a clearance sale on garden kitsch. I buy two solar lamps for the garden at a pretty hefty discount.
5:30 arrive home from errands. I change clothes and head back to garden to plant flowers and attend a Garden Council meeting (I’m the treasurer for our community garden).
8:30 I leave the garden, which now looks like a fairyand in the pale blue glow of the new solar lanterns. The lights turn on at dusk and will illuminate the central pathway of the garden for about 8 hours, running on solar power stored up from the day’s light.
9:00 over a plate of noodles from a local restaurant, we play Ticket to Ride. A super close game, John wins by only a few points.
11:10 reading, writing and time for bed.
A long and enjoyable day. We miss the kiddoes terribly, but they had lots of fun climbing Mt. Baldy with Suz&Chris. :) -
The more you have, the more you’re occupied;
the less you have, the more free you are.
~Mother Teresa
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do I need a nose ring?
Yesterday John and I attended E’s art show–the display of her summer art workshop. As we were thoroughly enjoying all of the projects that she showed us, her teacher came by to introduce herself. She zeroed in on me first, and asked if I was E’s mother. John, who had been standing next to me but was facing away from the teacher, turned around, reached out his hand, and identified himself as E’s father.
The art teacher sort of recoiled for a moment, then replied.
“No, you’re not…you really couldn’t be her father?”
Then the art teacher looked back at me again and sized the two of us up from head to toe.
“Are you sure?”
John was sort of baffled by her insistence that he couldn’t possibly be E’s father. This, despite the fact that E resembles John so much that there can’t possibly be any mystery about her parentage.
When we talked about it later he expressed his annoyance at the teacher. I told him he needs to come up with a snappy rejoinder for such situations (this happens quite often). Me, I need to come up with a comeback, too. I’m starting to get pegged as John’s *Mom*, and I don’t quite know how to deal with it. John suggested that a few strategically-placed body piercings would make me look young enough to belong to him. Unfortunately, I hated getting my ears pierced and can’t really fathom a ring through my nose or brow. Ditto for tattoes (ouch).
So, dear readers, help me here. What can I do?
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because I’d rather be in bed
Many of you have probably already heard the tale of our freecycle bed. It’s a queen sized Ethan Allen, cherry wood, four poster canopy bed. It’s a bed for people have who live in 2-story, 5 bedroom homes with a double garage. It’s not really the type of bed that ‘fits’ in our 750 sq ft apartment (yep, you read that sq footage number correctly, there are no missing digits there). Yet, it’s an extravagance that I’ve justified because of the joy that it brings.
Our bed is the safest place in the world to me. It’s so high that I have to vault into it (yah, the travails of one-legged leaping into a ridiculously tall Victorian style bed). But when I’m nestled it, with its canopy of pale peach silk (gifted in a bag of misc fabric remnants from friend Carole), the world is shut out and I am in my perfectly safe space, like a cocoon. Hanging from the canopy edge is a string of multicolored lanterns, whose soft glow is just bright enough to read by, but just dim enough to soothe (or snooze, as often happens).
It seems apt that John and I have taken to recording our podcasts while in bed. There’s nothing kinky about it–it’s the most sheltered space in the house. The sounds of our voices don’t reverberate around in the bed–they are muffled by the draperies and the wall along the backside. Last night when we recorded our latest ‘cast, I reclined on my belly, foot in the air, totally relaxed in my coziest PJs as I told the story of our changing marriage relationship.
When I am tired or discouraged, I retreat to this bed, where I can nap or lie and dream for awhile. John and I have our best conversations in this bed. Where nothing else can distract and we are completely focused on each other. Our bed, this space, is both haven and heaven.
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John…in a skirt

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Originally uploaded by pilgrimgirl.At ComiCon, John tried on a “utilikilt” and took this picture just because he knew I would enjoy it.
Ooolaalaa. Look at those fine legs….
Mission accomplished :)
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why I blog
I’m preparing to speak about Mormon feminist blogging in a few weeks. So as I’ve been mulling over various thoughts, I thought I’d make a list of the top 10 reasons why I blog….
1)For reflection. Each time I sit at my computer to write a post, I reflect on my life and cull the gems that I feel are worth sharing. This affords the opportunity to recall joy, blessings, frustrations. I like these moments of examination, they offer great insight.
2)For FUN. Often, blogging is play for me. I take an experience and try to render it in text. I experiment with phrasing, punctuation and pauses. I attempt to express humor and pathos.
3)To tell it like it is. I like having the uninterrupted space to tell my stories. No one us cutting me off mid-sentence or censoring my words. It’s probably the narcissist in me that enjoys the blog as both soapbox and pedestal.
4)To speak the unspeakable. On my blog I’ve often discussed my disability. This is a fairly taboo subject in mainstream culture. It’s empowering to me to tell the stories of my different body without framing them in terms of an inspirational or pity-full narrative. Yet, ironically, it is the parts of my life that are the most visible (my religious practice, my academic pursuits) that I discuss least often. I’m not yet sure why that is. (more on this in #10)
5)To share pictures. I’ve just started really enjoying photography. I know our camera sucks and my photos are amateur-ish, but they bring me great joy. I love sharing my ‘lens’ with you.
6)For community. Several of you, dear readers, know me only through my blog. Others of you are old familiar friends who like to continue to keep in touch through cyberspace. I cherish my virtual neighborhood. Your blogs and emails nourish me, your thoughts buoy me, and your comments affirm, challenge, provoke and validate my musings.
7)For memory. What joy it is to scroll through my blog history and remember the fun things I’ve done!
8)Because I’m a geek. Hmmmm….yes, I spend a good chunk of my day sitting at my laptop writing emails and composing blogposts. ‘nuff said.
9)To mimic John. I’m not really the jealous type, but I saw all the benefits that he’s gotten from blogging through the years, and I wanted in on it, too!
10)To be vulnerable. Though the personal essays and other opportunities I’ve had to share the intimate parts of my life over the past 10 years, I have often been afraid. I’ve been afraid to tell the truth as I see it, I’ve been afraid of offending, I’ve even been afraid of ‘discipline.’* But there is something so empowering about laying out truth bare. My truth-telling brings me closer to others, creates bonds with strangers, allows an intimacy that is both frightening and exhilarating.*I suspect that the reason I feel reticent to discuss school and church are because of fear of backlash. Within academia there’s a pretty high barrier to becoming personal and vulnerable. The LDS church has a history is censuring its more outspoken members, especially feminist women. So far, no one in the Mormon ‘Bloggernacle’ has been disciplined by church authorities for what they’ve written on their blogs, yet I am still wary. I love the freedom of the LDS community on the Net. I don’t want to see that change.
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screaming like a girl
John, in the surf near Newport Pier when a big wave suprises him with a splash on his bare chest. And I am standing next to him, grinning ear-to-ear, droplets of salty water burning the edges of my eyes, and my crutches sinking deeper into the sand with each incoming wave.
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pose

Find your own pose!This quiz definitely has some interesting questions….I like how it described this ‘bird in hand’ pose: “The experience and wisdom that comes from possessing and then losing love makes Bird in Handers unusually grateful partners, and they revel in the relief of finding themselves in each other’s arms night after night.”
John and I often sleep in a slightly modified version of this pose–usually it happens if I am in the right side of the bed. If I’m on the left, we tend to sleep facing away from each other.
We used to always sleep on the same side of our bed–John on the left, me on the right. Recently, though, we’ve started switching according to who goes to bed first, or who wants to be warmer (the right side of the bed is against the wall and tends to be a tad toastier).
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on teeth and men…

What is it with men and their fancy-pantsy toothbrushes?John likes to select his toothbrushes by the number of accessories they possess. Soft-grip handle? Tooth-whitening bristles? Gum massager? Dayglo handle with weird stripes down the side? The more the better for him. Same with toothpaste–he’s got to try the latest-greatest flavor w/mouthwash enhancers, polishing power-clumps, and denture-prevention creme.
Me, I pretty much don’t mind what sort of brush I use as long as the bristles are intact (none of those freebie-brushes-with-poorly-anchored-bristles for me). I also don’t like paste with colors. Tom’s of Maine is a personal favorite.
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hack-proof
So this hacker tried to get access to my blog today.
The irony is that I’ve hacked his blog on his birthday, but this techno-genius wasn’t able to hack mine. Makes this year-older girl kinda proud.
:)