THE DAILY ABBOTT

2011-08-10T18:26:00.000-07:00

Death, be not proud (Holy Sonnet 10)
by John Donne

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou'art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy'or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

2011-08-04T11:37:00.000-07:00

18

2010-07-28T15:21:00.000-07:00

May 23, 2010, marked 36 years of life. That makes 18 years since I graduated from high school, left home, and started my life as an adult. It has been interesting for me to compare the first 18 years of my life with the second 18 years of my life.

It is amazing to think about all that was accomplished in the those first 18 years. I learned to sit, crawl, walk, talk, childhood explorations, elementary studies, followed by Jr. High School (it wasn't called "middle school" back in my day) and High School. Thrown along in there was forming lifelong friendships, first time crushes, learning to drive, character development, heartbreaks and disappointments interspersed with success and elation, boundary checks and searching for gospel truths.

The last 18 years include learning to live on my own, a mission to a foreign land, marriage to a wonderful man, graduation from a university, start of a career in teaching, the birth of my first child and my second and my third and my fourth and my fifth and my sixth. Along with all of that I learned to live with many different roommates, escape bad relationships, severe unhealthy friendships, become a wife and mother, put other people before myself, find value in all people--even those who I will never understand and more searching for gospel truths.

Not an exhaustive list; only scratches the surface of each 18 year time period, but it is enough for me to see how life builds upon itself. Each experience prepares for the next. I am learning that more important than each accomplishment that can be checked off my list are the lessons learned in the process. I continue to remind myself that life might by counted in days and years but living is done in the moment. This habitual "list checker" needs that as a frequent reminder.

Makes me curious about the next 18 years.......

My birthday fell on a Sunday which, unlike how I felt as a child, is the best day to have a birthday as an adult. I actually had my husband with me all day, and he and my children were so nice and considerate of making my day special. It was also fun to go to church and have my friends wish me a Happy Birthday. Funny how a simple rememberance that it is your birthday means so much as an adult--far from the child who is just counting presents:)

That evening, my wonderful father-in-law made me one of my absolute favorite dinners, Philly cheese steak sandwiches. I would say that everyone needs to try them except that it ruins other cheese steak sandwiches forever. So you might want to pass if you intend on enjoying other "inferior" versions.

Most impressive of all was that my husband made me my absolute favorite cake in the world, carrot cake with cream cheese frosting. Not just any old carrot cake, but he actually called my mom and got the "family recipe" . To top it all off he had Bryers Vanilla Bean Ice Cream, my absolute favorite ice cream of all time. (A sacrifice for him who always wants chocolate. It is the never ending debate in our house.)

I am so loved!!!

where has the summer gone.......

2010-07-26T14:31:00.000-07:00

I don't even know where to start. I never intended to stop blogging; it just happened. Day after day, I just couldn't find a moment to sit down and type. The more days that past, the harder it became. Then this afternoon, I typed in my blog address, read and caught up on my family and friends' blogs, and decided that I wanted to write.

I have missed my blog and yet it has been a much needed break. I always love a good paradox: the thing I needed to do the most was the same thing that I needed a break from the most. Sometimes time and distance affords me what I lack in the moment to be able to record my life openly. I in no way mean to sound like catastrophic events have taken place in my life during the last 2 months that are undocumented on my blog. In fact we had some wonderful experiences in the last two months. I even hope to back track and include some of them (that may or may not happen).

I don't know that I have the words to describe some of the other parts of the last two months. Maybe they will emerge as I try to write. In a nut shell I have felt like someone had punched me in the stomach, threw me in a swift moving river, and forgot to give me a life preserver. A little dramatic? Yes. Has it really been that bad? I don't know; I'll let you know when I catch my breath and figure out where I am.

Savvy and Flint woke up from their naps and demanded some attention from me. Upon returning to the computer and rereading what I had wrote, I thought that maybe my entry sounds way too ominous and mysterious. The real truth is that not all in my life is mine to share. To protect the privacy of someone I love and respect, it makes it hard to openly share.

running

2010-05-24T11:08:00.000-07:00

A new post is long overdue. So much is always happening, and I have a really hard time keeping up with life, and after I miss a few significant events then I feel overwhelmed and guilty, and I just want to give up and never blog again because it feels like too much work, and I'll never get it all done, and it will never be good enough, and I should just stop trying. (Yes, I know that that was a horribly long run on sentence, but it is representative of my run on life.) Ironically, today's post is about running.

May 1st 2010, I ran the annual Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure. I have always enjoyed the energy and fun at a race, but this was unlike any race that I have ever competed in. With about 20, 000 people in downtown Las Vegas- crowded would be an understated description. I couldn't help but think about my father-in-law during the race, and have irrational thoughts like "what if I could win the race and if by winning he could be automatically be cured." (Lest anyone reading this begins to think I'm crazy: let me clarify; I knew even while thinking it, that one thing had nothing to do with the other.) Dad has now completed his last round of chemo and is awaiting a mastectomy. It has been a hard road, and he is in no way out of the woods. It is just great to make it this far. I couldn't help but feel hopeful by all of the "survivors" participating in the race.

I completed the 5K (3.1 miles) in 23:07 min. and was surprised and excited when I later found out that I had placed 2nd out of the women ages 35-40 and I was 140th overall out of all participants. It was super fun receiving my award in the mail too! I know that sounds lame for a grown woman to be excited about a silly certificate, but I will admit that I love a little recognition now and again, and no one is giving me awards for how quickly I clean up a glass of spilled milk or how well I clean the bathroom or how slow I am to get upset when my children really try my patience or whether or not I make my bed every day or if I got all the bills paid on time or made a fabulous dinner or...... you get the idea.

Here are my wonderful children who woke up early to come watch their mom run. Thanks Jon and kids for your support!

Now fast forward to this past weekend May 22, 2010. I had the opportunity to go to Flagstaff AZ, and do a 10K mountain trail run. I had never been to Flagstaff before. It is such a beautiful place. I kept feeling like I was camping except with the most wonderful modern conveniences of home. I have to thank my friend Carrie for inviting me(standing to the right) and her Aunt Diane (standing to my left) for letting me stay with her family. I use the word "Aunt" with a smirk because Diane is 4 months younger than I am. I would tell you the names of the outer two women except that I can't remember them so I will just call them "Diane's friends".

I am a new convert of trail running. I will admit that it does take a little extra effort and concentration to dodge tree roots and maintain sure footing on the rocks, but you can't beat the beauty of the run. I have been getting over a sinus infection and bronchitis so my breathing was already compromised and then adding in the 7000ft. elevation with plenty of hills to run up, I'll admit that I had to walk a couple of times during the race when I started seeing stars from lack of oxygen. I completed the 6.2 miles in 54:02 minutes, and I was thrilled. I am excited to do another trail run sometime. The best part of the trip though was the company. I love Carrie (who also got me to run the St. George half marathon with her). I also loved getting to know Diane better.

As you can tell from this picture, I was not only sweaty after the race, but very dirty.

We continued our tradition of eating soup and salad at the Olive Garden followed up with a movie. We watched, Letters to Juliet, which was sweet and romantic and made me want to go to Italy.

I love running. I have always loved running, and I imagine that I always will. I will give a true confession though. There are always moments in every race- usually the middle-- when I think, " I hate this. It hurts and I'm never running another race!" And then I finish the race and think, "It feels so good to push myself, and I can't wait until the next one." Now I just need to figure out how to run fast enough to keep up with my life.

goodbye

2010-04-22T18:07:00.000-07:00

After a decade of use in three different homes, our high chair found its way to the street to await the garbage truck. It was with mixed emotions that I left it on the curb.

A deep sigh of relief as I reentered the kitchen with a much less crowded eating area; a table for eight doesn't leave much extra space for a high chair. The relief is more than just more space. It is also the signal of new era in my life. I'm not naive enough to believe that means easier. It will be different challenges, but one that leaves behind the hardships of pregnancy, sleep deprivation, and cranky teethers.

A wave of sadness also swept in as it is just one more sign that I am done having babies. A reminder that time keeps moving forward and high chairs wear out and children grow older and I can't stop any of that. I am left wondering: am I enjoying life enough? Am I making the most of all I have? Am I doing enough? AM I GOOD ENOUGH?

The relief/sadness paradox is one that has nested into my life. I have always wondered how I would know when I was done having babies? Intellectually I always knew that there was a limit. I'm human; I'm aging, but my heart knows no limits and wants to welcome one more and one more and one more. Each child has brought such amazing dynamics to our family that it makes it hard not to want "one more" to join the party. In contemplating this decision I have struggled to find "the answer". It is only as life starts stacking up a little higher on the relief side and a little lower on the sadness side that I am beginning to embrace the reality that I am probably done having babies. Notice that even as I typed that I had to return and type in "probably". I refuse to give a definitive answer to this question just in case I wake up tomorrow and the stacks start shifting.

For now, I'm enjoying the extra space in my kitchen as I try to figure out each new day of my life!

side note: as I was typing this Savanna came by the computer looked at the screen and giggling, pointed to the picture, "look the timeout chair at the garbage". She was delighted to see it gone! I will admit that the last four months my baby has refused to sit in it anyway, and it has been used only as a discplining tool. Maybe it was a little premature? No, we have a million more places we can make into the "timeout spot".

And for anyone wondering I do believe in hand-me-downs and normally would have tried to find it a new home, but this chair was really hideous. The picture doesn't do its condition justice.

hospital bars

2010-04-18T14:51:00.001-07:00

This picture is representative of how Flint and I spent the day on Thursday (April 15, 201o). He had to have his tonsils and adenoids out and have new tubes put in his ears. His surgery was scheduled for 8:30 a.m. we were told to arrive by 7:00a.m. even though I had already registered and filled out all of the paperwork. . . .I arrived at 7:15 thinking that it was a happy compromise and would make the waiting seem a little less long. By 8:00 a.m.Flint was dressed in his Looney Toons hospital gown and ready to go. Actually he was ready to eat and kept asking "bite, pease". I tried to keep him busy with endless games of peekaboo and "where's your . . . . " and reading the one book I had thrown into the diaper bag "Guess how much I Love you". At first I was pleased with how distracted I kept him. He was still in a good mood when 9:00 a.m. hit and I was sure we would see the Dr. any moment. Then we started making circles around the little cubicles of patients waiting that turned into a wagon ride, followed up with lots more peek a boo and "give me five, on the side, break the pickle, tickle, tickle" Where did that last game came from? Must have been buried deep from somewhere in my youth. It turned out to be Flint's favorite throughout our hospital stay. As the minutes passed I became desperate for ideas to entertain and many songs and silly things seemed to keep popping out of my mouth. In all Two and half hours passed before the Dr. and anesthesiologist finally emerged and apologized for the wait. Unforeseen complications during the previous surgery. All I could think was as hard as it was for me to entertain my hungry, thirsty little boy it must have been a thousand times worse for the parents sitting in the waiting room while their child's surgery extended 2 1/2 hours past the scheduled time.

We had to stay over night for a "23 hour" observation because of his age. In a way it felt like a bit of a vacation for me. I had plenty of reading time when Flint was sleeping. In fact I read almost the entire book for book club this week, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, by Mary ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows. It was a good book. I finished the last few pages Friday afternoon during Flint's nap. It was so nice to have only "one" kid to meet the needs of. No after school craziness with homework frenzy and dinner complaints. No agonizing bedtime routine. I was feeling pretty lucky to have this wonderful one on one time with Flint. I had endless channels and movies to choose from on the T.V. Flint was surprisingly happy in spite of the anesthesia and pain of surgery. I just had to hold him and feed him Popsicles and Gatorade and make sure that his blankie and puppy were picked up every time he dropped them. As well as the Duckie and Goose he acquired during his stay.

I had a friend bring me a Cafe Rio salad to share that evening and that was the beginning of the end of my hospital vacation. Flint wanted to eat. He begged. He cried. He grabbed and in the end I gave in. He had tortilla and beans and pork and even tried the lettuce but spit that back out after a few moments. All of this was after the nurse had expressly said, "absolutely no food until tomorrow." She wouldn't even let me give him applesauce. He was so hungry and quite honestly so was I. So I had sympathy and shared my dinner with him. I did put my foot down when he tried to eat the chips. From that time on the rest of the hospital stay Flint can be characterized by one word, "unreasonable". He wouldn't go to sleep until 11:00p.m. and then of course the nurse had to come in and check on him and woke him up at 1:00a.m. and the true horror settled in. He wanted me to hold me only if I stood and I had to keep all three of his animals from falling and he had to have his blankie wrapped half way around him with the other half clasped in his hand. Meanwhile I had try to keep all the wires and tubing from coming unplugged or getting tangled up so bad we couldn't move. I kept getting whacked in the head with his book and he couldn't get comfortable and was fidgety and I was tired and I just wanted to lie down, or just even sit down, but every time I tried he ended up in hysterics. After awhile I gave up on trying to get him back to sleep and turned the T.V. on. We were watching "Bolt", or I guess I was dozing while Flint was watching and this worked for about 20 min. Then he started in all over again with me having to stand and balance all of his stuff in the exact way that he wanted it. By 4:00a.m. I was ready to loose my mind because now nothing was soothing him. The truth was he was overly tired and just needed to go to sleep, but was so far past the point of tired that he was crazy. I just wanted to go home. I knew if I could just put him in his own bed with all of his stuff and shut the door he would cry for a couple of minutes and then just go to sleep. Finally around 4:15 a.m. he let me just sit him in the chair with all of his stuff perfectly arranged and while sitting perfectly upright, he started to fall asleep when in enters the nurse. She couldn't understand why he was sitting in the chair, "doesn't he sleep in the crib at home?" she asked. "yes" I replied as calmly as I could, "but he doesn't like this crib and he just screams when I put him in it because he can see me and wants me to get him out."

"Oh well why don't you try rocking him to sleep?" she so helpfully suggested.

Ya, I was in no mood for parenting tips from some nurse who was the reason he woke up in the first place. I crankily said, "He didn't want to be held anymore. He just wants to sit here." She just stared at me for a moment and then went about her business to check his blood pressure (which he absolutely hated) and temperature and then make sure his i.v. was still in correctly and in the process knocked down his animals and messed up his blankie and he went into hysterics once again. We both breathed a sigh of relief when she left. By 5:00a.m. Flint had fallen asleep sitting upright in the chair and I could move him to his crib and finally lie back down on the "bench/couch" thing.

It felt like I had just fallen asleep when again their were two nurses in the room. I realized it must be after 7:00a.m. and it was shift change time. I rolled over and refused to talk to or acknowledge either of them and mercifully they managed checking Flint without waking him and he continued to sleep until after 8:00a.m.

I didn't wake up in the best mood, but when the nurse came in with discharge papers at 8:30a.m. that quickly perked me right up. 20 minutes later a sweet elderly woman was wheeling us to the curb. She was horrified that no one was there with a vehicle to pick us up. I explained my car was parked over there and we could walk. She felt that there was no way I could carry the baby and diaper bag and overnight bag and walk all that way. I assured her that we could, thanked her for help and nearly sprinted to the car before someone yanked us back inside the hospital prison!

So glad to be home!!!

resolve still being challenged

2010-04-08T14:05:00.000-07:00

I don't have pictures for these experiences, but the one would have caused the digestively sensitive readers to possible loose their lunch. So just use your imagination.

I have not given up on being the kind, patient, caring, loving, nurturing, calm mother that I want to be, but I had a few questionable moments yesterday. I will only mention the two most disturbing.

First, while I was cleaning up the kitchen after the hurry and get three kids out the door to school morning, I realized that I was hearing a lot of giggling down the hall from the two youngest kids. My first thought was, "I'm so glad they are getting along this morning. It will make my day so much easier!" I continued loading the dishwasher without much more thought. I was almost done wipping the counters when I realized that I was also hearing "splashing" and "swishing" with the giggling. Suddenly I was alarmed and rushed down the hall opened the bathroom door to be sprinkled with flying water. It took a moment to register what I was seeing. Savanna with toilet brush in hand was dipping it in the toilet, wildly flinging water as she quickly raised it to Flint's head and brushed his wet, blond curls. I screamed. I know there goes my no yelling goal.

There was an unplanned extra hour of work as I gave them both another bath (it hadn't even been an hour since their last one), and then scoured the bathroom from top to bottom and washed all the rugs and towels.

This next experience doesn't involve anything that would make you want to vomit, but the possible ending that might have happened makes me want to put a death grip on them and never let them out of my sight again.

It was about 2 in the afternoon. Colt was at preschool, and Flint had just woken up from his nap. Savanna and he were playing in the family room and I thought, "I still haven't made it to my scripture reading yet. I better hurry and go do it now because once the kids come home from school there is no chance I will be able to sneak it in, and if I wait until tonight I will fall asleep." So I start reading Jacob 5 (allegory of the olive tree--ya wouldn't be too easy to stay awake reading at night). I'm on verse 20 something when I realize the giggling and talking has completely stopped. "That's weird" I thought and then read another verse. Then I thought, "something's not right. I better go see what is wrong." I ran down the stairs and immediatley could see that they weren't in the family room or kitchen, I glance in the living room and my eyes scan the front door. It is safely locked and deadbolted. I immediately feel a little easier as I continue my search. I quickly checked the guest room and closet. Nothing. Then I see both of their "blankies" (which lately they are both inseperable from) laying in the middle of the hall and the bathroom door closed, but the light is on. As I fling open the door expecting the worst, I was shocked to find no one there. The laundry room door is open; the room is dark and no little kids. Now I'm feeling panicked. I open the garage door and find the light on and the garage door open I fly to the front yard. No kids in sight. I look up the street--nothing. I look back at the garage and notice Savvy's bike is gone. It only takes a minute to guess where she might have gone. I sprint barefooted to the end of my street and turn to see up in the distance a little pink helmett bobbing along with little blond curls toddling beside her. How thoughtful that she took the time to put her helmet on, even if it was unbuckled! Horror quickly turned to relief as I caught up to them and asked, "Savanna what are you doing?" She matter of factly stated, "riding my bike to Susy's house (Aunt Susana lives one street over).

I marvel time and time again at how hard this mothering thing is. Hard doesn't even begin to describe it. Consuming approaches it. I need to find the perfect word to hold all of the energy, emotion, and work that goes into this thing called motherhood. This that the world raises her eyebrows at, cocks her head and snidely replies, "oh, you don't work!" after asking about your employment.

nighttime shenanigans

2010-04-06T21:32:00.001-07:00

Here are few pictures to illustrate what I mean by nighttime "shenanigans". They are definitely not limited to any specific age, but definitely peak in severity and frequency from the moment my child leaves the crib (for me that is usually at 18 or 19 months because a new baby was always coming needing the crib accomodations) until at least 3 1/2. The shenanigans haven't skipped a single one of our children yet. . . . .Flint you are my last hope (no new baby on the way and he is keeping the crib as long as possible)! These pictures have all be taken this year. . . .thankfully not all on the same night. Although these pictures are of Savanna, they are only representative of how all of my children were at this age with their own set of idiosyncrasies.

This first picture is of Savanna on a night she decided she was sleeping in the garage. She dragged the beanbag out of her room, down the stairs and into the garage. I wasn't up for the battle that night and just watched her go thinking " She'll get scared and come back. She didn't. She actually slept out there. On any given night I can go into her room and find her in her closet or just in her room playing. A clean and tidy room can turn into a disaster in a matter of seconds with this child.

This is her bed. The toys change from day to day or week to week, but it is always full of toys. Even if I clear it out before tucking her in bed, this is how it looks when she comes and beggs me to "lay by me and scratch my back". (Really she wants her back tickled, but it doesn't matter how many times I explain the difference, she still says she wants her back "scratched".) I ask, "Where am I supposed to lie?" She so kindly moves one or two dolls and says, "Right here."

You might wonder why I care what she does in her room if she just stays and plays and leaves me alone. I agree. I wouldn't care if she didn't keep her sister awake, run in and out of her brothers' room, turn the water on in the bathroom after plugging the sink to cause a flood, and surprise me by standing at my bedside at 10:30 p.m. just as I doze off to sleep!

Here she is in all her fashion glory with her nighttime wardrobe changes. She never wakes up in the same clothes that I put her to bed in.

Let's just say nighttime in our home is not the model that other parents want to follow. Occasionally she and the other kids can be bribbed for good nighttime behavior, but it doesn't happen often enough.

dissolving resolve

2010-04-06T14:22:00.000-07:00

After a spiritually uplifting weekend of listening to the general authorities and prophets counsel us and feeling refocused and ready to meet my challenges, I am sad to report I am already loosing the battle. It seemed like so many of the talks were about meeting the needs of the youth of the church, calling parents and leaders to step up and teach and love and nurture growing testimonies, to be more diligent in FHE, scripture study and prayer, to seek the Spirit for specific answers to problems. I found myself committed to being a better mother, more patient, kind, nurturing. I was really excited by the prospect of doing better.

Then the T.V. turned off at the end of conference and life resumed.

I tried to capture in picture form just a few of the moments that have tested my resolve and leave me questioning whether or not I can ever really be the mom I desire to be.

First off here is a picture of my boys' closet after I asked my five year old, Colt to "pick up" his room. Ya, I wasn't impressed. That IS a Sunday shirt buried in the shoe, shin guard, shoe rack, mess.

Along with the constant messes yesterday, I had Little Man (He has another ear infection/sinus infection per our doctor's visit yesterday. Yes, more time wasted at the doctor's office while trying to entertain three kids) who was particularly needy and discontent refusing to quench his thirst with anything other than his sister's mini tea cup! Any idea how many refills he needed before he was satisfied? TWENTY-TWO. Who has the time or patience for that? I guess I did after he chucked the first cup of water I gave him all over the floor and whined and pulled on my shirt demanding I fill up "the cup."

And last but certainly not least is my biggest nemesis of all, the bookshelf! Savvy and Flint find some kind of perverse, unmatched joy at throwing all of the books off of the bookshelf and doing a victory dance on top of them before settling in with a couple to read/rip to shreds.

This is my life: messes, disciplining, doctor's appointments, homework help, meal planning, grocery shopping, cooking, magical accounting, scrubbing toilets, vacuuming, mopping, dishes, and endless other dreaded cleaning chores.

I then have to remind myself that my life is also: kisses, hugs, six sets of beautiful eyes watching me, reading books, cuddling on the couch, whispering secrets, holding hands, listening to newly discovered life's mysteries, special notes left on my pillow by thoughtful children, bike rides, walks, exploring the desert behind our house, art projects, and playing "beauty shop", trains, and house. (Why is it more fun to be a kid and "play house" than to be an adult and "keep house".)

In spite of my frustrations and complaints, I know I'm blessed; I'm just convinced that the answer to my problem of being a better mom is to hire a house cleaner and a professional chef!!!

life continues

2010-03-24T13:51:00.000-07:00

My blog has slumbered silently while everything else in my life swirls around me sucking my breath and leaving me empty and tired. So much has happened; so much continues to happen. I find myself composing blog entries in my head; what I would write if I could even sit and type for a few moments. I find it to be a coping mechanism. It takes the place of talking to myself in conversation form and even replaces the would be conversation with this friend or that friend if they were here for a chat or talking on the phone while folding the laundry, etc. As time passes and more and more of my life stacks up unwritten, I find it even harder to write. How do I pick from all of things bouncing around my head screaming to be heard; begging to be freed from the constant over-thinking, over-analyzing of my brain?

Life continues even when I want to hit the pause button and savor a particularly sweet moment. I can't hit the fast forward button and speed through the weighty trials and heartaches. The rewind button doesn't work either when I want to "take it back" or plead for "do overs". The play button has been pushed and life is in progress.

Yesterday, March 23, 2010 marks the passing of Thelma Abbott, ninety-five years old, nearly a century. I only enjoyed twelve of those years with this wonderful woman and yet it feels like so much more. My first introduction to Grandma was when Jon and I were dating. Driving in the Abbott driveway, I was sure to see her most days up in front of her house sweeping up the pine needles and leaves, pruning her rose bushes, rinsing out her dishes in the garden hose, picking up trash that thoughtless passersby discarded, left to blow in her yard. If not in the front of the house, then she would probably be found around back, raking the gravel where "the renters" had hurriedly pulled in or out leaving tire tread marks or watering her garden, or planting something new. Grandma was a worker. She worked and worked and worked. I have wonderful memories of Sunday Dinners at her house followed by a game of Aggravation or Rumikub. After Jon and I were married we had the opportunity of renting one of her basement apartments. We lived there for three plus years. During that time we visited daily. I loved listening to her stories and hearing about her life. She was a wonderful cook; we enjoyed exchanging recipes and sampling each others food. My maternal grandmother had died when I was 14. I had lived next door to her, and had been very close to her. I missed her terribly. Grandma Abbott didn't replace her, but she filled a void that I needed filled.

Her death was not unexpected. I knew it was coming. I thought I was prepared to say goodbye. I thought I would feel relief for her being able to shed her ninety-five year old body and let her spirit greet all of her loved ones who have gone on before. Instead, selfishly, I feel loss and sadness that I will no longer be able to visit with her, learn from her, or soak up her wisdom.

Death like birth is a bitter-sweet process, full of patience, waiting, pain, sorrow, joy, relief, and love. For one we gather and celebrate a new life just beginning; for the other we gather and celebrate the life that was lived. Grandma Abbott, thank you for the privilege I had to know you and love you and be loved by you.

note: the above pictures were taken on September 28, 2008

I'm a winner!!!

2010-03-15T20:58:00.001-07:00

O.K. technically I am the runner-up so that means I am second place, but hey, I'm happy. When do I ever win anything. . . .o.k sometimes I'm lucky at random drawings, like at Kid's Club, but never do I win someting of merit.

I mention from time to time about how much I enjoy reading http://www.thechocolatechipwaffle.blogspot.com/. Terresa is an amazing, gritty, witty, descriptive writer, and I love the pictures she posts. She sponsored a "6 word memoir" contest and the winner was announced today.

(here were the rules copied from her blog)
If you had to condense your life into six words, what would you write?
Here are some of my own six word memoirs {a few are reposted from my archives}:

Met myself in writing, Uruguay, homebirthing.

Motherhood cracked open life, my heart.

Melting chocolate, wiping faces, all poetry.

Homebirthed twins, sixteen pounds of love.

Count 'em, each memoir has six words. Kind of like haiku but easier. And, like Dove peanut butter chocolate eggs, it's hard to stop at just one.

I like this exercise because it nudges you to condense your full-to-bursting-life into a couple of distilled words. And it makes you sweat a little. And it's good fun. Kind of like poetry itself.

Here is the winning entry:

The Damsel In DisDress said...
Reluctantly surrendered life; it returned ten-fold

And here is my runner-up entry:

Rachelle said...
Motherhood: silent applause of unknown fame.

This was a fun contest. . . . .and I even get some chocolate out of it. Thanks Terresa!!!

Check out my sister's photography blog

2010-03-15T11:12:00.000-07:00

Not just because she is my sister, but because she does great work and is fun to work with, I want to let everyone know about her photo session giveaway. Her button in on my sidebar so just click and it will take you there, or you can go to http://www.photographybylynette.blogspot.com/.
I have been meaning to post this for a week, but with all the kids home and running a million different direction everyday, I never got it done. Hurry and post a comment because it ends tomorrow, the 16th!

10 signs my kids are on track break

2010-03-05T16:16:00.000-08:00

in no particlar order. . . .

1- My blog is neglected

2-I have dark circles under my eyes (I don't get my nap with all the kids home--sometimes the babies don't either).

3-No time for facebook or friendly chit chats on the phone.

4- We spend lots of time at the park.

5-We clean everyday, but the house still gets progressively worse until the kids finally return to school.

6-I'm far too happy to see/talk to an adult.

7-"My, you have your hands full" is constantly ringing in my ears.

8- Kids might not make it out of their pj's on any given day.

9-Less "schedule" stress

10-Never know how many kids will be at my house at any given moment (a little more time for play dates!). This was shocking to a door to door salesman who stopped by this week and saw 10 kids playing behind me.

yard sale a success

2010-03-05T16:08:00.000-08:00

Wow. . . . .is the only thing that comes to mind when I think about the succes of the yard sale. The day was forecasted to be pouring rain, but the heaven waited until noon to release the water works. So between 7:00 a.m. and 12:00 p.m. we raised a over $2500 through the kind donations of so many. (Keep in mind most things were being sold for .50 and $1). I meant to take a picture so I could post it, but I didn't. There was an insane amount of stuff. When it was all over we called the Desert Industries out with a truck to pick up everything that wasn't sold. Hopefully the donated items will continue to bless the lives of those who end up with them.

I don't have the words to thank the Tanner's for hosting this event, nor can I adequately thank te countless others who helped in so many ways.

save the date Feb. 27th, 2010

2010-02-25T11:18:00.000-08:00

Very kind friends of ours, Mont and Michelle Tanner, offered to host a community wide garage sale with all proceeds going directly to the "Garth Abbott-Cancer Fund".
I am including here part of Michelle's note:

I will do the garage sale on Feb. 27, 2010. That would give us a good month to collect items that people would want to donate. I am willing to come to any one's home to pick up items. All proceeds will go directly to the "Garth Abbott Cancer Fund". It will be from 6:00 am to 2:00 p.m. on Saturday only. If weather is a factor, we will move it up to the following weekend of March 6th. My address is 639 Foxhall road (cross streets of College and Paradise Hills in Henderson NV) and my phone number (702)-525-5512, or 702-434-4411. If anyone wants to donate, they have plenty of time to do some spring cleaning and help out the cause. The more we get the better! All things not sold, can either be held for another garage sale, given back to the donor (only if specifically marked, because I will get confused) or taken to the DI (Deseret Industries for anyone not familiar with that acronym).

Help spread the word so that we can make this a success!

a decade

2010-02-20T19:13:00.000-08:00

A decade. Ten years ago tonight I gave birth to my beautiful Josephine; a baby girl was born and my journey in motherhood commenced. Happy Birthday to Josie and Happy Birth Day to me.

The moment captured in the top picture is ingrained in my mind in a way different than any other picture to date. It was the moment I was born a mother. I had 9 months to dream about it, read about it, and prepare for it, but this is the moment she was placed in arms for the first time. Somewhere in the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I remember wanting to turn back, take back everything that had brought me to that moment. It hurt; I was scared. I felt guilty for feeling that way, but it was more intense than anyone's birthing story I had ever heard, more than any book about birthing I had read, and was definitely more than portrayed in the movies. Then they lost her heart rate, and the nurse began telling me to breath, and she stuck an oxygen mask over my face. My husband joined in with the nurse telling, "just breathe, breathe, breathe," and I ripped the mask off and said, "I am breathing!" (Those are the first and last birthing instructions ever uttered by my husband.) Things were intense for a few minutes as the room filled with the doctor and more nurses. When Josie was born she had the cord wrapped around her neck a few times cutting off her oxygen supply, which caused the drop in the heart rate. She was not placed immediately on my chest after birth, still connected, the way my subsequent children were. I didn't realize until later births just how scary the first birth was. She was blue and didn't cry immediately, but after a little work she did and when they had her all checked out and cleaned up, they placed her in my arms for the first time. We looked at each other eye to eye, and my life forever changed. In that moment I saw into her soul and knew that I had a herioc feat ahead as I figured out how to do it. How to be a "mother".

The second picture was taken a little after 6:00p.m. tonight. Only now do I realize that makes it exactly 10 years from her birth. She was born at 6:08 p.m. on a rainy Sunday evening.

A decade is a long time to figure things out. I have learned a lot. I have failed many times; those failures hurt. I have suceeded in many ways; my heart soars with each success. Josie is my first born; she was with me from the start of my motherhood journey. In no way do I love her more than my other children. My love for each child is infinite. I do feel a little extra guilt that she has paid the price more often and more heavily as I have tried to figure it all out. Not just becuase she is the first, but also because she is too much like me; unfortunately, she inherited many of my negative qualities that I have had 35 years to try and overcome. When I see them mirrored back to me- as a three year old, eight year old, or now ten year old-- I have often been less than compassionate. Somehow seeing my faults in the mirror of my child is a painful reminder of all that I have tried, am trying, and will continue to try and change. I irrationally expect her to listen to me and "fix" these things the same way I am. Maybe this is God's way of teaching me charity; Charity for her and charity for me. I think that in order to have unconditional love, it must somehow include it for myself. Maybe sendng me Josie is God's way of helping me learn to love myself. I love her so much. She has so many wonderful qualities. I will save those qualities for a post that focuses solely on her.

Thank you Josie for all that you are, for all that you teach me, and for being my daughter. I love you.

tender mercies

2010-02-17T21:12:00.000-08:00

My mother in law called this morning and asked if I could arrange things so we could go to lunch and maybe the bookstore afterward to browse around. I have been married 11 1/2 years and we have never done that before today-- we have been missing out. I'm sure that part of this invite comes after years of begrudging my husband's numerous "business" lunches and "father/brother get togethers" while I sit at home eating PB&honey with the kids. Really I try not to be petty, but I'll admit this one thing has gotten under my skin quite a few times over the years. I think it must be because I love food and talking so much-- which is what "going to lunch" entails.

12:30 p.m. couldn't come fast enough as I tried to finish up laundry and make lunch for the kids and get Colt ready for preschool and Savvy and Flint down for naps so Jon could work from home while I was gone without interruption. . . . perfectly planned! So of course that isn't how things worked out. In the middle of trying to make lunch our mortgage company called; my heart sunk. These are never enjoyable calls, but I had been expecting a call. We have been in the process of trying to get a loan modification done. We had a forbearance agreement with Chase that ended on December 23, 2009. This enabled us to make drastically reduced mortgage payments while hoping that our income would improve and then we could qualify for a modification. On Dec. 29, 2009 we did a over the phone reevaluation and the Chase representative explained that we still did not make enough to qualify but it would take about 60 days until someone would be assigned our case and then at that time the underwriter would request updated information about our finances (in the hopes that we would then be bringing in enough money)and work on the modification from there. So when the caller i.d. told me Chase Bank was calling that was what I figured it was about. I didn't have time to deal with it at that moment while trying to feed kids and get them asleep so I could leave, but it iwas a little too important not to so I picked up.

The nightmare began. "No, you are in collections. No, the record indicates that you do not qualify. No, you need to proceed with a short sale or a foreclosure. I'm sorry I can transfer you to another Department." Three transfers to different departments and one disconnection and call back later I discovered that the representative on Dec. 29th didn't do what she said, and we had been kicked out of the homeowners assistance program and were in collections ready to start foreclosure!

Sick. My worst nightmare in broad daylight! So many thoughts swirled through my mind. All the things that have been weighing on me over the past 18 months. I don't want to move. I don't want to leave the house that has my kitchen painted just the way I want it. Jon did it for my birthday two years ago. The place where I have brought home my last two babies. The only nursery that ever got decorated, one time out of six kids. (I couldn't even redecorate when I had a new baby boy to bring home. He still sleeps in a beautiful purple room). The Christmases and the Birthdays and all the holidays that have been celebrated within these walls. The feelings of loss and failure. The pictures hanging on the walls claiming this home to be ours. The ceiling fans that we finally have hung in most of the rooms. The basketball court in the backyard(It somehow made up for the one my Dad had always promised me growing up, but never materialized. The one Josie used to brag to all of her classmates about when they were telling her about the swimming pools being dug in their backyards). The apricot tree we planted in the front yard along with rose bushes and pomegranate tree and lemon tree. The unfinished planters in the backyard for our future garden. The hopes and dreams for future days and events that are supposed to be spent, here, on our street, in our neighborhood with all the people we love.

I was feeling a little emotional--o.k. I was crying when Jon walked in and I began to tell him all that I had just learned. With calm grace, he just said, "We don't need to worry about the future and things we can't control. It will work out the way that it should, the way that is best for us." Even as he said it, I knew the truth of it in my heart, but my head wouldn't shut up.

"Knock Knock knock" and in walks a tender mercy from the Lord. Mom didn't have a clue what had just happened. When she called out of the blue this morning, she definitely didn't know that this news would be dropped today. God knew. He didn't take away my burden, but he definitely eased it that I could bear it. Mom and I went to lunch at Pei Wei and I finally got to try the "spicy chicken salad" that so many of my running buddies talk about. It was delicious. We talked and we laughed and I got to eat uninterrupted. Afterward we browsed the book store and mom kindly bought me a book at her insistance. It was a wonderful afternoon. The weather was perfect. The sun was shining. The future looked bright even with some heavy dark days looming over my head in the near future. I can't say that I didn't think about it while we were out. I did. I did, in between bites of salad and shifts in conversation. I thought about it in peices, never with the whole weight bearing down. I could feel my mother-in-law's love for me, and more importantly I could feel God's love for me. I felt him say, "I knew today would be tough. I hope this helps." It did.

We won't be out on the street tomorrow. We still have time, and I still have hope that are income can change and that a modification can be done. If not I hope I can remember that a house doesn't make a home. If we must leave this house, the paint and plants and every "thing" will be left behind, but we can take the "home" we have created!

Can my friends kindly remind me of this in the coming months? I'm sure I will have many emotional days about this subject in my future.

Kindness

2010-02-16T21:11:00.000-08:00

Did you know that this week is the official "random acts of kindness" week? I didn't until I saw it on Fox 5 news last night.

Kindness can go a long long way in making a hard day a little better. I tried to look around today at how many kind things are being done and how they make me feel.

First off I am thankful for so many kind good friends and loved ones who are willing to commiserate when needed, help when needed, point out the good when needed, and offer endless examples of kind-hearted service.

I took Flint to his doctor's appointment this morning which was way out in the North West at 9:00 a.m. I had a kind friend keep my school age kids and preschooler. (and others who offered to help and still others who would have offered to help if they knew I needed help.) My sister kept Savanna, and Flint and I got to explore the vast unknown world of Summerlin. The office staff was friendly. . . .more than friendly. I would say they were extremely efficient and nice at the same time (usually it is one or the other). We had seen the doctor and were ready to leave before I had even finished the paper work. . . . That's a totally new experience for me.

The good news is Flint got in to see an immunologist/allergist. The bad news is he is still sick after 5 more days on Zithomax. He now has been prescribed 21 more days of Omnicef and they sent us to Quest Diagnostics for the vampires to suck out 5 vials of blood.

There we were greeted with kind smiling friendly phlebotomists (I don't know how to spell that but it is the people who take blood)who thought his "white curly hair" was so cute. Even the people in the waiting room were friendly as Savanna spilled TWO cups of water and Flint wanted to be best friends with anyone who would smile at him-- even the lady whose purse narrowly escaped the rummaging of a 19 month old didn't seem phased as I wisked it away and handed it to her.

I have decided that there is nothing better than being treated kindly. I realize that most of these acts were not "random" acts of kindness but rather kindness from friends or family or people just doing there job; nonetheless, it has inspired me to be kinder. . . .not just to the people in my family and circle of friends, but I want to go out of my way to be nice to everyone.

my valentine

2010-02-14T21:18:00.000-08:00

This is the valentine I was handed tonight by my four-year-old son Colt. Isn't it precious. For anyone who can't read it it says: I lov m mom lov m dad I love m
Translation: I love my mom. I love my dad. I love me.

The sweetest part of all is that he taped two "Toy Story" pieces of chocolate from the "Toy Story" valentine box of chocolates that I had given him earlier today.

From a kid who loves food and chocolate, it is like giving the widow's mite.
Thanks Colt!

Stole Grandpa's heart. . . .and hat!

2010-02-14T20:16:00.000-08:00

So here is Dad in his bald glory. Monday, last week, Dad called right at nap time and asked if Savanna was up or already asleep. She wasn't asleep yet so he drove out to see her. He hadn't seen her the day before on her birthday. I think having to stay away from his grandchildren is one of the hardest parts about chemo for Dad. He has always been a doting grandpa.

I remember way back when Josie was born; it was his second grandchild, but the first that lived in Las Vegas. Not only did we live in Las Vegas, but a hundred yards from his front gate was Grandma's basement apartment where Jon and I lived the first 3 1/2 years of our marriage. Everyday after Josie was born we were guaranteed a daily visit. Often he would stop by on his way home from work before he even went home. I always enjoyed his visits. That continued all the way until Josie was almost two and we bought our first house. . . .a mile down the road. Even then most days guaranteed a visit. He came to the hospital to greet each of our six kids when they were born. Even now that we are a little further away out here in Henderson, he often drives out just to get a "kid fix". At family gatherings he is always asking to hold the babies and toddlers and thoroughly enjoys them until they are poopy or fussy and then he is happy to pass that one off and hold another. With 18 grand kids, one is always available.

It has been hard on him to keep his distance from the kids since he has started chemotherapy. With chemo the immune system is compromised, and we don't want to risk exposing him to illness. Unfortunately my kids have had plenty of that lately and are missing Grandpa. Last Monday he couldn't help himself. He wanted to see Savanna, so at his request, I let her get out of bed to wait downstairs for Grandpa to come. He walked in bearing gifts-- M&M's for the kids-- and Savanna ran right to him. He took off his hat and she saw his bald head for the first time. She hesitated a moment just staring at him and then ran and gave him a "hug abyss" (see earlier post if you don't know what that is.) Grandpa came equipped with Clorox wipes, and I had sanitized her before he got there. It was a sweet moment to see the joy on both of their faces. I hope is around for a long time. Not just because Jon and I enjoy his company and counsel, but because my kids love him so much!

dark day. . . .and today was finally sunny

2010-02-11T22:05:00.000-08:00

I'll probably regret writing this in the morning, but that is still a few hours away and right now, I just need to unload my thoughts and feelings.

Today was a dark day. I started with great hopes at finding some answers and help for my sick baby.

Flint has been struggling with ear infections and now sinus infections for a year now. Last June we had tubes put in his ears and his adenoids removed. After the surgery we still had a faucet nose and the ENT suggested that we look into allergy testing. . . . . We never did.

I know that maybe that makes me a bad parent. I am feeling that way even more as things have gotten worse for him. Today culminated in the lowest moment of my life standing in a doctor's office being denied help because they wouldn't take medicaid. (Didn't anyone think to tell me that before I filled out 16 pages of medical history?) Worse yet when I asked if I could do cash pay I was informed that the doctor wouldn't see him unless Flint had a contracted insurance. I barely made it to my car before the dam burst.

As I sat there sobbing with my baby staring at me in bewilderment all I could think was, "How did I end up here? How is this my life?"

The answer is simple: one day at a time!

This chapter in my life story really begins a couple of months after Flint was born. In Sept. 2008 September 11th to be exact. My husband's engineering company called him in after many previous layoffs to inform him that they were cutting his salary in half. Not a typo-- half. From that moment on we began weighing options and seeking opportunities. After looking at the job market for civil engineering we saw that hope was bleak, nonexistent. Nonetheless he started sending out his resume. He even considered learning pest control and doing that to supplement. I was way less than enthusiastic! By the end of October my husband was jobless, but with much fasting and prayer we felt that the best thing to do was start our own Engineering Company. Battle Born Engineering was born! We cashed out our 401K (remember what the stock market was like in the Fall of '08? Yeah we took a serious hit, but it was, we felt, the best option). With hope and excitement we pushed forward each day. By May all of our savings were gone and "Abbott Pest Control" was born. We feel great promise in the future for both of these businesses, but right now in the present, they haven't been covering the bills. By September there was absolutely no money left and we could no longer pay the premiums for the health insurance policy that we had taken out when Jon lost his job. It was a long slide down the mountain until we found ourselves in a miserable pit with not many options (unless we wanted to move to another state which we don't). This lead to the second hardest day of my life. . . .filing for medicaid and food stamps. Even now, typing this and seeing those words bring a sick, constricting knot to my throat. Words like "welfare" and "food stamps" and "medicaid" didn't apply to me. See, I work hard, I've always worked hard, and I'm educated and I am fiscally responsible and. . . . the reasons just stacked up, but reality stacked up higher. We were responsible for six children and they deserved better than my pride or my husband's pride. I waited my turn in the welfare line. I bore every judgement I had ever passed on the subject and every judgement that I had ever heard passed on the subject by anyone I had ever heard in my life time. It weighed heavy. Breathing became a chore, a mental effort. After I filled out the application, I signed my name and looked at my phone for the date, September 11th--coincidence? irony? poetic justice?

After submitting financial records and bank statement we were immediately issued an "ebit card" much like a debit card, only it can only be used to buy food, and it is paid for by all the hard working people in their weekly paycheck deductions. A hard pill to swallow and yet it put food on my table and food in my children's tummies and no longer was I obsessing about how to make a meal stretch or why do the kid's teachers' always need snack donations and why do they need to have a school party and why do I begrudge the spilled cup of milk on the floor?

Medicaid took longer to approve but finally in November the kids were covered. I took Flint into the doctor because he still had his constant running nose and wasn't sleeping well. The doctor prescribed Singulair (allergy medicine). By December things definitely seemed worse but it was such a busy time and every day I hoped he would be better. By the 26th of December he had a golf ball hanging out the right side of his neck. We took him to urgent care. He was diagnosed with a lymphatic infection and a sinus infection. They gave him a shot of Rocephin and 14 days of Omnicef. Which of course puts us in the middle of January (the heart of the auction, a preoccupied mother who hopes every day he will be better--and some days he seemed to be, but the glands remained swollen and he still had a green nose.) So By the end of January we took him back to the doctor and he was given Augmentin and they sent him for blood tests to rule out Lymphoma--which they did. At the end of that, he still wasn't better and now had an ear infection on top of the sinus infection so he has been given Rocephin shots everyday this week-gotta love taking a sick toddler to the "sick waiting room" -- while waiting to get into a allergist/immunologist. We finally had the appointment for 9:00 a.m. this morning which takes me back to where I began: the parking lot of the immunologist crying wondering how this could be happening??

I don't know why I am posting this information except that maybe in the hope of explaining to the world . . . .o.k. maybe just myself how I could be in this situation. I know that we are not the first people to struggle financially (the four hour wait with three impatient children in the welfare line was proof of that). I know that everyone has personal struggles and trials. I'm sure that some who will read this might have a million judgements and suggestions and might even feel that we have handled our resources and options poorly. Maybe we have. Maybe we should have sought work out of state sooner. Maybe we should have not had six kids. Maybe we should have had more savings. Maybe we should have. . . . .insert your own judgement here. I don't claim to have all the answers. In fact with each passing day I find more questions than answers.

The one thing I do know is that my heart broke today with a sick baby whose pediatrician doesn't know why the antibiotics aren't working, a specialist who can't see him without contracted insurance, and a mom and dad who despite their personal best efforts aren't doing enough to help him. At first I was angry. Angry at the doctor. Angry at the pediatrician's office staff making the appointment when they knew he had medicaid, angry at lost jobs, angry at no more savings, angry that my husband chose to be a civil engineer--couldn't he have chosen a more profitable profession? angry that I chose to stay home and raise my children and no longer was teaching with health benefits, angry that my baby was sick, ANGRY!!!! The anger soon melted away and was replaced with deep sorrow. Sorrow that I can't fix EVERYTHING!

My baby is still sick. We still don't have any answers. We still are waiting to have an appointment with an immunologist who will take medicaid. We still haven't solved our personal financial problems, but I have hope that the dawning of a new day tomorrow can bring hope and answers and help.

P.S. I did learn one important lesson today. Don't cry while talking on a cell phone. The tears got inside my phone and ruined it. (I almost see the humor in this. I'll probably even laugh about it tomorrow).

joy in giving

2010-02-09T12:12:00.001-08:00

TWO "WOSAS" (Rosas)

Josie and Grandma spent Saturday afternoon making a "Rosa" for Savanna (and repairing Josie's Rosa's eyes). Coming home that evening Josie was bubbly and excited. She couldn't wait for the next morning when Savvy's birthday would dawn and she could bestow her gift. She has talked about this doll she was going to make Savanna for almost a year now. Anticipation was had her up early Sunday morning! She was extra helpful in getting heself ready for church so that Savvy could open her presents. When the moment came, I don't know who was more excited Josie or Savvy.

Judge for yourself!

Observed through my daughters, I am reminded again about the joy of giving. There is nothing better than finding the perfect gift to give to someone you love.

I think one of the best gifts I have ever surprised my husband with was Father's Day after our first son was born. Jon loves guns. I don't know much about guns and quite honestly, I am a little bit afraid of them; however, I wanted to get him "the perfect gift". I had to go way beyond my comfort zone and go explore gun shops. Once I found what I thought I wanted or rather what I thought my husband wanted, I had my father-in-law come down and confirm that it was a good deal and what my husband wanted. I will never forget how long it took for Sunday to come. Jon is hard to surprise. He is eternally optimistic and is always "hoping" for wonderful things. In fact it is one of his many qualities that I love so much. It does complicate birthdays and Christmas and other holidays because his hopes and dreams always seem to exceed what I actually do or give. I tend to be a little bit under dramatic, very conservative and practical to a fault. The gun gift was one of the few times in our marriage that I blew him away with a present. He reminded me of a little kid on Christmas morning, cheshire cat grin, hands clasped under his chin, and eyes dancing with excitement.

What "perfect gift" have you given?

birthday fear

2010-02-08T21:52:00.000-08:00

A strawberry shortcake birthday cake + candles = excitement
A strawberry shortcake birthday cake + candles + a match = fear Daddy couldn't keep her on her chair once the candles were lit.

With a little coaxing and Daddy at her side she was able to blow the candles out.

She is very afraid of fire. This summer camping at the Lake we had to sit her on chair a couple hundred yards down the beach away from our camp site and the fire while we roasted hot dogs and marshmallows. This must be the Mason coming out in her. (Bad fire history in our family).

I must set the record straight from my last post; the men were great to interrupt the game to do the party celebration stuff like open presents and blow out candles! I just like giving Jason a bad time. He was very nice to let us do her party at his house since we don't have a big screen T.V.

Super Bowl Sunday

2010-02-08T20:48:00.000-08:00

What do you get when you combine a three year old birthday party with a Super Bowl Party?????

This picture answers that question better than any words. . . . .

Savanna

2010-02-07T22:03:00.000-08:00

It was about this time (10:00 p.m.) exactly three years ago that I prepared myself to meet my second baby girl. Around 10:00 p.m. I felt the pressure and knew it was moments away. . . .the nurses held my legs shut and told me to wait the doctor was in route, but not here yet. I remember thinking, "Who cares? Just get her out!" The doctor eventually made it in the room, but he didn't have time to get all his scrubs on nor cover his shoes. I won't be so graphic to describe the details. . .I'll just say if I were him I probably would have thrown the shoes and clothes away.

I will never forget the first time I held her on my chest, connected, a part of me, a part of Jon. She was beautiful. Being number 5 of 6 she seems to be in a rush to grow up. Kinda like the rush she was in to get here. For just three years old, she reads people like a sage old woman. She senses if someone is upset and tenderly tries to assuage their pain with sweet hugs and tender kisses. She also is a big tease and can discover your weakness in moments and know just how to push your buttons. She has a huge smile that doesn't stop at her mouth but extends to her eyes. She definitely knows how to fill a room with her presence and work a crowd to get what she wants. Everyone in our family usually gives into her with the exception of "baby Fint". Josie has nicknamed her "tornado Savvy" and the name does apply. She doesn't play lightly. The entire house is her playground and she thinks that she is exempt from house rules like "keep upstairs toys upstairs and downstairs toys downstairs", "eat all food at the table", "stay out of mommy's lotion", "Don't get into Josie's things" and "Don't tease your little brother"--just to name a few. Along with the extra work she brings, there is an extra measure of joy. Her emotions are always in the extreme form. So love, joy and happiness are oozed in abundance. (We run and hide during her mad, sad, and angry moments).

Savvy Happy Birthday! We love you and are blessed to have you in our family!

Rosa

2010-02-06T20:21:00.000-08:00

Rosa was sewn into our family almost a year ago. Josie and her Grandma Abbott made her, and she has endured a lot during her year of life, as evidenced by her missing eye and stained pink skin. She shows up unexpectedly at all sorts of places like sacrament meeting, when she has been told she absolutely can not come. She has made it to school a few times, and I'm sure Josie's primary class is well acquainted with her even though she has been told to stay home. Not only does Josie love her creation, but so does Savanna.

Savanna calls her "Wosa", and she takes precedence over all of her other dolls. . . .which are very numerous.

Here she is in all her glory! (I have to laugh at the latest addition of the hair elastics used to form her waist.)

Here is Savanna napping on Josie's bed with "Wosa". Notice that they are both naked. Savanna loves to dress and undress her and her dolls all day long. I wouldn't mind if I never had to help redress the dolls (they are little stubborn at times) or do extra loads of laundry because even a drop of water on a sleeve constitutes "dirty" and must be put in the hamper. (Secretly I rescue many outfits and put them back in her drawer when she isn't looking).

"Wosa" is a treasure in our home, loved by two little girls. Sometimes it is the simple things that bring the most pleasure!

the price of The Help

2010-02-04T21:06:00.000-08:00

I have been paying the price for this book all day. A friend recommended this book to me in the Fall. I went online to the Henderson library and put it on hold. I was number 48 in line. Three months later I finally received a notice that it was in and waiting for me. Of course I went and picked it up, but of course it would finally come at the most inconvenient time, right in the heart of the auction.

I snuck in a few pages each day as I lay by Savvy waiting for her to fall asleep for her afternoon nap. I really enjoy my afternoon routine. Every day after lunch I put Flint in bed and get Colt busy doing something and then I say, "O.k. Sav time for a nap." and she always says, "I don't want a nap." I follow this with, "I know you don't want to, but you have to so pick. Do you want to sleep on your bed or Josie's bed?" She always chooses Josie's bed. I lay down by her with whatever book she has chosen--Peter Rabbit is the current choice lately--read it to her and then I say, "o.k, now mommy needs to read her book." Then I get to lie down on her bed and she plays on Josie's bed while I read. I can usually only last 10 minutes max. before I doze off to the distant clanging noises of Savvy changing the clothes on her dolls and rearranging the tea party she has arranged on top of Josie's bed. I usually nap for about 15 min. and usually wake up to a little girl sleeping in the middle of her "party". It works for me. I wish I didn't wait to discover the absolute necessity of my afternoon recharge time until my 5th child, but I really savor this 30 min. stretch of my day.

I did not get very far in the book even though I fell in love with the book in by the first two pages (that was all I got in the first day before I fell asleep. . . because I was so tired not because it wasn't good.) The next thing I knew I had an email telling me my books were due back in the library in three days. I didn't panic. I calmly went to the website and so expectantly hit the renew all button to extend my time with my new best friend. The computer said I couldn't. It said it was reserved. It said someone else was waiting for it. Then I panicked. I hate reading good books fast, but I read every spare moment that I could find. It wasn't enough. Monday night I was feeling so sad because I hadn't finished it yet, not that I couldn't have sped through doing speed reading. I could have if it was anything less than what it was. The language was so rich and the story line so engaging I couldn't bare skipping over even a single word. I wanted every word of that book weighed and measured, treasured and savored. I said to my husband, "I think I am going to have to buy that book. I don't think I can wait another 3 months for a copy to be available to me again." He replied with the most novel question, "Will it cost more to pay the late fee than to buy it?" Why hadn't I thought about that? Yes, return it late. I hate late fees and avoid them at all costs--even so much that it wasn't even a possible solution to my problem without my husband pointing it out. I had already planned to go to the library on Thursday for story time for Colt and Savanna and so that became my new deadline--truth is I knew it would be another week if I didn't do it then and that would mean another week of late fees. Plus I really felt like I was being rude to the person next in line waiting for the book. Needless to say, I stayed up until 12:45 a.m. reading last night and then got up at 6:00 a.m. to finish. Yes it was so good that I even gave up my morning run to make sure that I could finish it. As I read what I just typed I'm left questioning, "Was it that good? or am I that frugal?" (Because my morning exercise is sacred and it was supposed to be my 4:30 a.m. 10 mile run.) Either way I loved, loved, loved this book.

I am now in mourning that it has ended, and is no longer in my possession. I miss it. I just want to reread little pieces. I am not typically one who rereads books very often. I will reread this one at some point I'm sure, but it will never be the same. It will never be like the first time. Skeeter and Minnie and Aibeleen and Mae Mobly and Hilly and Elizabeth Leefolt are swirling through my brain. They are real. I want to know more. I want it to continue. I am always sad when I finish a good book. It is like saying goodbye to a good friend moving far away. I will think about every day for awhile and then slowly it will only be a couple times a week and then less and less, but still every time I do it will always be with affection, sweet memories, and comfort, like hot homemade chocolate chip cookies dunked in milk.

I have been tired all day because I sacrificed sleep to read that book. I have decided that this time my frugality has crossed a line to stupidity. I should have just went and bought the book or rudely kept it longer and slowly savored every last word. Afterall the price of sleep is. . . .priceless.

hair

2010-02-04T18:56:00.000-08:00

Last night Jon came home and told me that Dad had lost all of his hair. I was shocked, but I shouldn't have been. The doctors had said that he would loose his hair about 2 weeks after his 1st treatment. I was hoping that it wouldn't happen. Yesterday was the three week mark. When the second week passed, and his hair was still in place I felt relief for each day that it was still there. It is probably my own vanity about my own hair projected on my father-in-law, but the cancer just seemed less threatening if he still looked the same. Besides how many people make it into their 60's with a full head of ungrayed hair??? I sure won't. I found my first gray hairs in the MTC at age 21 and it has been a loosing battle ever since. I'm just grateful for Ms. Clairol or whatever other brand sends me a coupon.

Honestly, I don't know how Dad feels about loosing his hair. I never asked. I just hoped that it wouldn't happen. I think it is the same hope I felt each time I found out I was pregnant. Each time I thought, "They say each pregnancy is different. Maybe this time I won't be sick or if I am sick maybe it won't be as bad or maybe for not as long.!" I really hoped that each time. Six kids and 2 miscarriages later, I have to say for all my optimism it never changed the outcome: first thing each morning straight to the toilet, followed by many repeat trips throughout the day. Fatigue and tiredness were my constant foe. I would drag myself through each day of endless chores and child rearing with self deceiving promises that soon it would pass and I would feel better. My youngest baby is 19 months old and I still haven't "rested" sufficiently; however, I am happy to report I haven't thrown up since his delivery. People often shake their head and say to me, "six kids in eight years! I don't know how you did it. You must have easy pregnancies!" I usually just smile at the ignorant assumption--not worth my time to tell the truth to some stranger or random acquaintance who really doesn't care one bit about my pregnancies (usually they are just relieved that they aren't me).

Hope is my ally. It was the hope that things could be different or that better days were still ahead that got me out of bed each morning and helped me wade through the deep waters on difficult days. It was hope (and a good husband) that held my hand and helped me courageously and knowingly walk the path to the shadow of the valley of death all those times. The fact that the outcome never changed doesn't lessen the power of hope.

Dad's bald head is a visible sign of the cancer he is fighting in his body. It is a casualty of his warfare. I'm sad his hair is gone; I am not sad that I hoped it wouldn't happen.

Dad received his second chemotherapy treatment today. I have faith it is killing the cancer in his body.

messes

2010-02-02T21:46:00.000-08:00

These two pictures speak volumes about the last month of my life. My life has been a little bit overrun by the auction, and this has led to a little less supervision for my kids. Don't get me wrong even on my most vigilant days we can have plenty of messes, but the severity and frequency exponentially increased over the past 30 days.

I wish I had pictures of all the craziness, but I didn't even have time or maybe a good enough sense of humor in the moment to capture them all. Let me just give a random sampling of a few of these incidents.

The one pictured above is Savvy (almost three) helping Flint (19 months) brush his teeth-- the other half of the tube was all over the sink and bathroom floor!

A whole giant bag of honeycomb cereal gnawed through and dumped all over the family room couch and floor, an entire brand new giant box of gold fish dumped all over the kitchen floor with a victory dance performed on top of them, middle of the afternoon and time to pick up kids from school with the two youngest in the downstairs bathtub, naked . . . .Savvy had attempted to change Flint's poopy diaper and was then trying to give him a bath (she needs a lot more practice--poop was everywhere), an entire roll of toilet paper unrolled and strung throughout the downstairs, food crumbs and pieces strung throughout almost every room in the house (I have a strict no eating outside of the kitchen policy that these two think they are exempt from), piles of clean folded laundry shoved off of the bed and jumped into like a pile of leaves, and every blanket, pillow, and soft animal drug out and downstairs time and time again, along with tea parties set up in any room of the house at given moment of the day. Six kids are a lot of work. Six kids without a lot of supervision is chaos! This is by no means an extensive list. Just the ones that popped into my head while typing this.

The auction stuff is coming to an end. I only have a couple of people who have not claimed their item and only one or two of them that I don't have any contact information on. Hopefully if you have paid, you have been contacted or given contact information to get your item. If this is not the case. . . . please contact me again. I probably got interrupted in the middle of sending your email, and thought I sent it and never did. I can't thank everyone enough for their patience with me. I am so excited about the outcome of this auction that it is worth all the stress and mess that have plagued my house. I can't thank everyone enough for their donations. I will give a final donation amount when everything has been paid for. I know everyone is curious about the final number and so am I. It is always inspiring to see your part combine together to create something grander and better. It is amazing to see what all of us working together has done to help one of the best men I know.

message from Garth

2010-01-29T23:18:00.000-08:00

Dad sent this message to me this morning and asked that I post it here for everyone to read.

January 29, 2010
It is a wonderful but uncomfortable burden to be the recipient of such an overwhelming outpouring of love and support from all of you. Words are inadequate to express the appreciation I have and the love and support I feel because of all of you.To you who are friends and relatives, your friendship and association is a treasured gift. To those who don’t know me but helped because they knew my family or just wanted help out, I hope that God will touch your heart that you will feel my love and appreciation and more importantly God's love for you. Thank You All. Garth Abbott

P.S
I recently went to Albuquerque to get a pet and cat scan on a special machine. The radiologist was amazed given the aggressive nature of this type of cancer that it had not spread beyond one lymph node and the left breast area. This great news comes because of priesthood blessings and the prayers of a multitude of good and faithful people. Dr. Wu, my oncologist, upon reviewing the reports from UNM radiology said that the one lymph node is probably two or three nodes fused together by a tumor because the tumor there is so large. He said that I will have to complete the 6 chemo sessions, have a mastectomy and a left lymph dissection, followed by radiation treatment and then pill therapy for 5 years.

dilema

2010-01-29T22:15:00.000-08:00

O.K. I opened my email this morning and read a comment that was left on my last post, and I felt so sick to my stomach I almost vomitted. Could someone reall write that on my blog? There are some really disturbed people in the world.

During the auction I had removed restrictions so that anyone who wanted to bid on an item could do so even if they didn't want to sign up for a google account. This opened the door for "anyone" out in the sick world to post on my blog. I apologize if anyone saw it this morning before I was able to figure out how to remove it; then I had to figure out how to change my settings back to give me more control over what can be posted to my blog.

This has left me contemplating two different questions. One, how do I feel about free speech? And two, how do I feel about blogging and technology in general?

I support free speech. I think people should have a voice. I think they should be able to believe how they want, and they should be able to express their views. With this freedom comes responsibility. Every freedom has a price. If someone wants to express themselves in a sexually explicit way, I guess they have that right, but only if it doesn't take away my rights to honor theirs. I have rights too! They shouldn't have the right to enter my space and force me to read there perversions. Everyone has the right to relieve themselves of a bodily function, but that doesn't mean they have the right to walk in my house and defecate on my kitchen floor! That is how I felt this morning after looking at my own blog. Needless to say I have changed my settings.

My husband has long been leery about blogs! He is a big part of the reason that I didn't start a blog until 7 months ago. He doesn't like it that he can google my name and find pictures of me and the kids on the world wide web. He doesn't like it that people can come peek into our lives through the things that I write on my blog. He is also ultra paranoid about crazies and stalkers and he thinks this is a perfect opportunity for the deranged to find me. (Now I don't really think that I'm interesting enough for some deranged stalker to bother to come find me.--and I am not issuing a challenge). I admit to being an open book and I pretty much say what I think and feel all the time anyway. Even if I don't say it my face usually does. I'm not good at hiding anything. Out of respect for my husband though, I do try to leave him out of my blog as much as possible. . . .well sometimes. The truth is he hardly ever reads it anyway. I know that there are dangers with technology. I found myself highly offended this morning; however, I can't throw away all the good that comes with the bad.

Through my blog and facebook I have been able to contact and stay in contact with so many people that I love and care about. I have also been able to document the daily happenings in my life that probably wouldn't have been recorded otherwise. And undeniably, I never could have had such a quick response and outpouring of love and help for my father-in-law without blogs and facebook and other networking sites. I am still in "shock and awe" (remember that overused phrase of a few years ago) that we, the collective people who love Garth Abbott or just good people who wanted to help him, were able to raise almost $30,000 in a matter of three weeks. This came from people donating items, services, talents, and then more people donating their money for these things. The auction itself raised $20,000. Another $8,000 was raised just in straight donations, and I'm sure that more donations will continue to trickle in. All of this is happening in the midst of the worst financial crises in our lifetime. Money is not the only miracle in this experience. The greater miracle is the uniting in prayer and fasting and love. Many more people were able to pray for him because they knew.

I am left asking myself is it worth it? Do the potential risks and evils of this technology weigh heavier than the potential good? I can't answer for my husband or anyone else, but for me it is worth it. It is powerful to be able to cross lakes, leap mountains, and stretch across oceans from the lonely computer desk sitting in my loft. To be linked to people, good people, in such a way renews my faith in mankind. It helps to chase out the bleak, dark moments that lurk in the shadows of my day. It restores hope to the things I believe. It strengthens me to see so much goodness in others. I will not be deterred by deranged sickos!

a day away

2010-01-27T22:02:00.000-08:00

Saturday was a much needed day away from home. No kids. No husband. No auction. No housework. No responsibilities. We left at 5:00a.m. and headed to St. George for the "Painters 1/2 marathon". (For all my non running friends that is 13.1 miles.) Coming out of the Gorge with a light covering of snow and fog hanging in the mountains I began to wonder what I had committed to do. We arrived in St. George to a frigid 36 degrees and overcast, but no snow and no rain. Carrie and I begged some stranger to roll down his window and snap a picture of us before the race started. We made it to the starting line 30 seconds before the start of the race. This was not because we weren't there on time, with plenty of time to stretch (Thanks Kody Okuda for your stretching expertise). It was the bathroom line that held us up and almost made us late to start the race. The story of my life!

It was a great experience. As always I am pleasantly surprised by how much my body can put up with. I had been nursing an IT band problem in my knew and hip for about 10 days before the race and I was a little worried about how I would do. Thanks to so many late nights with the auction, I only ran the Monday before the race. It was probably a blessing and allowed a little healing that I wouldn't normally have given myself.

I was very pleased to finish the race in 1:55:10! It is always more fun to remember the race than actually doing it! I'll admit it hurts, but the endorphins and sense of accomplishment are enough to make me do it again. . . .maybe.

After the race Carrie and I and another friend enjoyed a meal at the Olive Garden, followed by window shopping and actual shopping. Of course it wouldn't be a complete day away without a movie with popcorn and milkshakes for the drive home! (Hey we deserved after 13 miles, right?)Thanks for a great day Carrie. I enjoyed all the talking. To my sweet husband, thanks for keeping things intact here at home. I'm sure it makes you wish you could stay home everyday:)

wrapping up the auction

2010-01-25T14:55:00.000-08:00

As far as I know everyone who has contacted me and paid for their items have been given information on how to get in touch with the donor of the item, or the donor was given the buyers information. If this isn't true for you, then I have made a mistake. Please contact me again so that we can get it done. I have a name for every winner except for one, item #149. If you have not paid yet. Please get in touch with me and let me know how it would be easiest for you to pay. The email address is helpgarth@yahoo.com. I want to thank everyone again for all of the help, love, and support.

GOOD NEWS IN NEW MEXICO

2010-01-21T22:28:00.000-08:00

Yes. . . I'm swamped trying to get everybody "married" (donor to bidder that is), but I had to take a moment and give a Garth update!

Dad had his Pet/CT scan today and the results are a miracle. It shows that the cancer is contained in his left breast and one left side lymph node. Considering the length of time of symptoms and the aggressive nature of IBC, this is truly a miracle. Fasting and prayer and faith are powerful! He will be coming home tomorrow and I will spare everyone the horrible details of the actual scan (and he had to do it twice). We are all so happy and feeling so blessed. Please keep praying for him. There is so much power in united prayer!

I will give my disclaimer and excuses for not having everyone contacted already . . . .I am averaging about 2 interruptions per email that gets sent during the day, and at night when the kids are finally in bed and asleep well I'm just tired and slow. I promise I am working as quickly as I can. Thanks for your patience and understanding! I have a busy day tomorrow and Saturday I will be gone to St. George to run the painters 1/2 marathon. I'm so excited to have a girls day out, but I promise I am not abandoning you wonderful, patient people. I will get as much done as quickly as possible. If you need emergency contact just put 911 in the subject line of your email and I'll skip ahead and get back to you. Thank you all again. This has been an amazing experience!

as a thank you to all donors

2010-01-21T16:48:00.000-08:00

Dave Hall, owner of http://www.nevadamama.com/ , wanted to add an extra thank you. This is for anyone who helped out with the auction by donating a product or service. He is offering three months of free advertising to anyone who is interested (about a $600 value). If you are interested, he can be contacted at (801) 628-4324. I have included the information below. (click on the images to enlarge).

Thank you Dave and thank you to everyone who participated to make the auction a success. I also want to thank everyone who has made and will make donations to this cause. I am amazed as word continues to spread about Garth, people continue to offer love and support in whatever means they have available.

Bid Results

2010-01-20T01:45:00.000-08:00

Wow!!! Thank you all so much for helping to make this a success! I don't know if this is the best way to post results, but at 1:45 a.m. it is the best I can come up with. My husband was kind enough to stay up with me, and he typed up this spreadsheet. I know the picture is small, but if you click on the picture it will enlarge, hopefully enough! If not you all have magnifying glasses sitting around right?

Please double check to make sure the information is correct. If I don't have your contact info. or if I have it incorrectly please email me at helpgarth@yahoo.com. Hopefully everyone feels the same excitement/joy that I do at seeing so much money raised to help this great man! $19,713.00 Hopefully no hard feelings if your favorite item was snatched in the final moments of the auction. If you want to see the most intense battle, check out #145 the cotton candy machine. . . that was brutal!

For payment instructions I'm going to redirect you to the post titled, "all good things must come to an end." Just scroll down. I know it is a pain but the copy & paste button won't work for me and I'm too tired to retype it all. In addition any further correspondence would be so much simpler if you could use the item # as a reference.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I don't think I can say it enough!

more good news

2010-01-19T12:09:00.000-08:00

Garth met with the oncologist yesterday and blood tests confirm that the chemotherapy is working the way they had hoped--that means no more additional shots until the next round of chemo in two weeks. I didn't realize that the stuff in the shots is more painful than the actual chemo. . .at least in my father-in-law's case!

The other good news is that Jason, his son, has been able to schedule a Pet Scan, which will help to check his entire body to see if the cancer has metastasized anywhere else. They finally found a machine in Albuquerque NM, that can accommodate Dad. He will be "flying" there tomorrow for a 7:00 a.m. appointment on Thursday. He and his son Lucas will be driving there together. If I were a betting girl, and I'm not, I would bet that Garth drives the whole way that is why I said they are "flying"! Add a few extra prayers that he doesn't get any tickets along the way :)

I can not thank everyone enough for all of the prayers, love, and support!

all good things must come to an end

2010-01-19T07:36:00.000-08:00

I love and hate endings all at once! Today is the last day to make your bids. Whoever has the highest bid by 10:00 P.M. tonight is the winner (This will be determined by the time that your comment is posted to my blog. I apologize in advance if you are a 10:01 or after bidder. In the spirit of fairness I will have to stick to the posted rules). I will post all of the winners as soon as I can, please don't be impatient with me. . . .I still have six kids to take care of and a husband! :)

Here is how it will work. If you are the winner you can pay one of the following ways:

1- The donate now button on the upper left corner of my blog. This is a paypal account linked directly to the "Garth Abbott-Cancer Fund" at Wells Fargo Bank. If you choose this option, just send me an email to helpgarth@yahoo.com so that I can match your donation to your bid. I will receive an email automatically from paypal when you pay this way. Sending me an email will just make it easier if you identify the amount with the item/items that you won. Hopefully that will help avoid confusion!

2- You can bring the money to my house. If you choose this option just email me at helpgarth@yahoo.com and I can give you my address and/or phone number. This might be a good way for those who actually need to pick up their item from my house.

3- You can mail the money to my address. If you choose this option email me at helpgarth@yahoo.com. So I can send you my address and then watch for it in the mail.

Once funds have been verified, we will proceed with item/service exchange. I will notify the donor when the bidder has paid their money.

All winners must contact me by Sunday, January 24, 2010 and inform which payment method will be best. Hopefully this will eliminate confusion. If I have not heard from the winner by the 24th then on the 25th I will start conacting runners-up to give them the option to buy the item.

Does that make sense??? I'm sure if it doesn't I will get a lot of questions and then I can clarify.

Thank you all donors, bidders, and well wishers. This has been amazing!

home town

2010-01-18T09:19:00.000-08:00

Home means Nevada! My roots begin in rural Nevada and burrow all the way to my current home in Henderson NV. Alamo, NV, which is nestled in the Pahranagat Valley and includes places like: Richardsville, and Ash Springs, and Hiko, and the Whipple Ranch, and Buckhorn Ranch and many more Ranches, is where I called home for the first 18 years of my life. My mom's grandfather, William Thomas Stewart, is credited with the "founding" of Alamo in 1901. It is a community with no stop lights, no movie theatres, no bowling alleys, no "shopping" to speak of, and no "fast food chains". I have often been asked, "then what did you do for fun?" Don't worry I still had "fun" growing up. In fact it is the fun I had growing up that my kids and other urban children are missing that sometimes causes me inner turmoil about raising my kids in the city, "Sin City" no less, but that's an entirely different post. Really, my "home town" is about a twenty mile stretch along Highway 93 that has a population totaling maybe 1500 people (and I think that is a generous estimation). Growing up in a small town has many advantages and well. . . disadvantages too. Unfortunately that which makes it so great is sometimes what makes it so difficult.

For example, everyone knows everyone and that builds a sense of community and invested interest and helpfulness; everyone knows everyone and that leads to rumors and toxic gossip and misplaced judgements. A blessing and a curse. I guess it is the bitter that is attached to everything sweet.

When I was twelve, my siblings, cousin, best friend and I were camping at the "P"--the mountain on the east side of town, with our white lime stone painted "P" boasting our school spirit. We were on our way home that August morning when my father drove up, in his little Toyota dump truck and said, "get in". I was still trying to process why he wasn't at work. It was a Monday morning and my dad never, never, ever missed work! I just stared at him dumbfounded and asked, "Why aren't you at work?" His reply was the last thing I had ever thought he would say. "Our house caught on fire last night. Now get in the back." We threw our stuff in the back and then climbed in. I sat there stunned. Was he joking? It wasn't very funny if he was joking. It was only moments later as we were nearing the street that I lived on that I knew he wasn't joking. I could smell it long before I could see it. I will never forget the smell. Not quite the earthy smell of a campfire nor the harsh smell of trash burning (people did that when I was little; burned their trash in their yard.) It was somewhere in between. It was an pungent smell, and yet almost sweet as it lingered. As the realization of "my house caught on fire" began to set in, my mind began to race. What about my mom and my little sister and baby brother? Where are they? Are they O.K. What about my stuff? Was it ruined? my photo albums, my journals, my clothes, my sticker collection, my jewelry box? My mind couldn't process fully what this meant.

The hours and days following that moment though made things a lot clearer. It meant we had no place to live. It meant I literally had only the clothes on my back. Even that which was not burned to ashes had water and smoke damage. We were instructed to "leave everything". Most of it was thrown away, but we were able to salvage some picture, family history, and other sentimental items, but almost everything integral to the first 12 years of my life was gone. GONE.

Teenage years are hard even in the best of circumstances. These weren't the best of circumstances to begin my Jr. High school experiences. I was angry. School was a week away from starting. I now had no clothes. No home. And I was moving from the elementary school to the high school (Only two school building in that day. K-6 in one and 7-12 in the other). As one who craves stability my world felt rocked beyond repair. To make matters worse, a day or two after the fire I was informed that the town was holding a "benefit dinner" for the Masons! I was mortified. I behaved horribly; I threw a screaming, yelling, crying tantrum and said, "I will die before I go to that dinner and be a 'charity case'!" Yes, I was a typical, ungrateful, self-centered, teenage brat!

I was drug to the dinner by my parents who loved me enough to fight that battle . Truthfully, even my twelve year old self would have to admit that it wasn't "that bad". People were kind and genuinely offered help which we needed. After a few minutes, I even forgot that I was a "charity case" and enjoyed myself. My thirty-five year old self would say that it was one of the most formative moments of my early years. The benefits that were received that night extended way beyond the needed money that was donated. The money helped a lot, especially until the insurance money arrived. But the real value was feeling the power of love and unity. Knowing that we weren't left alone to solve our own problems. And being taught how to look beyond myself to help other people. I think most people would rather do the helping rather than be the one who needs help, but it is important to learn to do both graciously. I have found myself on both sides of this situation throughout my life ,and hopefully, each time I am learning to handle it better.

That was a really long story to bring me to my point. Doing this auction the past two weeks has brought me that small town feeling that I miss-- the good part that is! The irony is that this auction has included people across the entire United States so that doesn't even qualify as a small town; nonetheless, the result is the same. We have all joined together with a united effort to help someone in need. It has been fun to reconnect with people I haven't heard from in years. It has been a great opportunity to hear from people that I haven't met personally, but I have heard about. It has also been great to be in contact with complete strangers who just see a need and join in to help the cause. Amid so many dark moments in this life it is comforting to be a part of something so bright! In the words of William Shakespeare, "How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world." ~ Merchant of Venice.

auction update

2010-01-17T10:33:00.000-08:00

I have had many people ask how much money has been raised so far so I decided to take a minute and give the update. There are a total of 192 items donated. Last Sunday Jon added up all the highest bids and came up with the number of $4,053. One week later the grand total is $12,821. Words falter at expressing my amazement and gratitude. Thank you to everyone who has participated thus far. I'm excited to see what the last three days of the auction bring!

through small and simple things. . . .

2010-01-15T20:51:00.000-08:00

I just saw this on Emily Rowland Newberry facebook status and had to pass it on. She and her kids held an afternoon bake sale in her neighborhood to raise money for Garth.

In her words, "THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!!!! To all our generous friends, and neighbors who came to the bake sale and donated to help Garth Abbott! We were able to take him over $550!!! I am truly touched by the generosity of people who don't even know him! You are all amazing, THANK YOU!!!!"

I can't help but include this proverb here with this post. I have seen so much of both sides of this in the last 10 days. There is no question about how much goodness exists in this world!

If you have much, give of your wealth; if you have little, give of your heart. ~Arabian Proverb

Endings and new beginnings--an update on Garth

2010-01-13T22:59:00.000-08:00

Tonight marks the end of adding new items to the auction. I can't even find the words of gratitude to express my love and appreciation for everyone who has been supporting our efforts to raise money for Dad's treatments! This has been an amazing experience for me personally as well as the entire Abbott Family. I would bet you could catch any member of the Abbott Family at some point during the day sneaking a peak at the auction. Not just because there are so many fabulous things and services being offered, and not just to see who is bidding on which item, but to see the people and the love and the generosity behind each bid. Thank you everyone.

Tonight also marks the beginning of Garth's first chemotherapy treatment. I will spare everyone the details that have brought us to this moment. It has been a fight just to get treatment started. It is a battle that has allowed so many of our family, friends, and even strangers to join together in prayer, faith, love, and support. Many small miracles have lead up to being able to start treatment today; it is only the beginning of many more miracles that we will see through this process.

I talked to Dad tonight to hear about the day and how it went. I thought I would give a little report here for all of you. He had the surgery this morning to have the port put in so that he could receive chemo. After he came out of anesthesia he went to begin his first treatment-- 3 1/2 hour process. Mom was a trooper and was able to spend the day with him and it literally was an all day process. This marks the first in the series. He will need another treatment every 3 weeks for 18 weeks. He says he feels o.k overall--just like he is coming down with the flu. In his words, "I feel the aches and pains all the way in my bones and my muscles feel like the lactic acid you get built when you exercise really hard after you haven't exercised for a while." The doctors have warned him that he will loose all of his hair within two weeks and that he has to stay away from people completely for a full week after every treatment and be cautious for the other two weeks before the next treatment because his immune system is now compromised.

When it came time to leave the treatment center, Dad pulled a fast one on Mom. While Mom was busy finishing up with paperwork, he said he needed to go to the restroom and needed the keys because he wanted to sit in the truck and wait until she was done. She unwittingly gave him the keys only to find him pulled up in front of the building waiting for her with all doors locked except the passenger's door. Yes, he drove home!

At the end of our conversation he said, "the auction is about so much more than the money!" He is right. This auction will result in helping to get the cash needed for the medical care he needs to fight this disease, but it also is giving him so much more in love and support than can ever be shown in dollars and cents!

item #192

2010-01-13T22:55:00.000-08:00

offered by: Linda Thiriot
contact: (70) 376-4578
item: homemade baby blanket (click on picture to enlarge and see fabric)
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item #191

2010-01-13T22:52:00.000-08:00

offered by: Linda Thiriot

contact: (70) 376-4578

item: homemade baby blanket (click on picture to enlarge and see fabric)

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item #190

2010-01-13T22:50:00.000-08:00

offered by: Keith Buck Jr.

contact: it is at the Abbott home ready for pick up/delivery

item: This is a brand-new, high end, embroidered rug. It measures 6ft by 8ft. (retails for $1000). The color is more accurate in bottom picture. If you want to see it in person, email me and we can arrange it.

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item #189

2010-01-13T22:49:00.000-08:00

Lee and Ben Bateman are offering a 1 week stay at their Duck Creek Village, Utah log cabin. The cabin sleeps 8 and is 45 miles from both Bryce Canyon National Park and Zion National Park. Visit their VRBO listing for more details:

http://www.vrbo.com/113086

1 week's stay is valued at: $1270-1420/wk

Minimum Bid for 1 week in:
January-April: $500
May-September: $800
October-December: $500

All proceeds (your entire bid) will go to Garth!
Winning bidder, contact Lee and Ben at cabinpeople@gmail.com to schedule your vacation!

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item #188

2010-01-13T22:46:00.000-08:00

offered by: Haley Warby Rice
contact: totsandtails@clearwire.net
item: a baby quilt and we would pay for shipping. It won't be exactly like this but very similar, I will make this one for whoever wins it, so it can be more boy or more girl and let them know I will do a custom letter on it :)

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item #187

2010-01-13T22:45:00.000-08:00

offered by: Haley Warby Rice

contact:totsandtails@clearwire.net

item: if you have Washington bidders we would like to offer 2 dozen home grown eggs.We are in the Woodinville area but basically any where within an hour of Seattle.

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item #186

2010-01-13T22:42:00.000-08:00

offered by: Holly Barkdull
contact: at the Abbott home ready for pick up or delivery
item: brand new girl's formal dress, size 10comment to bid

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item #185

2010-01-13T22:41:00.000-08:00

offered by: Holly Barkdull
contact: at the Abbott home ready for pick up or delivery
item: brand new girl's formal dress, size 10
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item #184

2010-01-13T22:40:00.000-08:00

offered by: Holly Barkdull
contact: at the Abbott home ready for pick up or delivery
item: brand new girl's formal dress, size 10, with matching headband
(This is the same as item #183 just 1 size bigger)
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item #183

2010-01-13T22:39:00.000-08:00

offered by: Holly Barkdull

contact: at the Abbott home ready for pick up or delivery

item: brand new girl's formal dress, size 8, with matching headband

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item #182

2010-01-13T22:38:00.000-08:00

offered by: Cody Okuda

contact: 702-810-3501

item: 2 home physical therapy sessions from Cody Okuda, PT, MSPT. I specialize in sports injuries, back and neck pain, and balance disorders. Whatever the need, I will be happy to come to you for an evaluation and treatment that will include a home program. A second follow up visit will also be provided. Garth is the Man!

(The physical therapy home visits would cost an insurance $175 each.)

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item #181

2010-01-13T22:36:00.000-08:00

offered by: Jenny Carnahan

contact: (702) 806-7724

item: 1/4 sheet cake or character pan if I have or 24 cupcakes. Will feed 24 people. Can choose cake flavor and filling. Needs to be used by Nov. 2010. Value of $25.00 Las Vegas/Henderson area

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item #180

2010-01-13T22:35:00.003-08:00

Offered by: Jonathan Abbott with Abbott Pest Control
Contact info:(702) 755-0081
Item: 6 months of pest control service for a residence in the Las Vegas, NV area or the Alamo, NV area. (value $210) Expires 12/10
Keep your home pest free!
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item #179

2010-01-13T22:35:00.001-08:00

Offered by: Rachelle Abbott
Contact info: helpgarth@yahoo.com or (702) 433-5270
item: 2 lg. 16' pizzas (topping items of your choice) and 2 liter bottle of soda pop delivered to you. ($25 value) Restaurant quality with a homemade touch!
This is for anyone in the Henderson/ Las Vegas area
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item #178

2010-01-13T22:32:00.001-08:00

item #177

2010-01-13T22:27:00.001-08:00

Offered by: Rachelle Abbott

Contact info: helpgarth@yahoo.com or (702) 433-5270

item: 2 lg. 16' pizzas (topping items of your choice) and 2 liter bottle of soda pop delivered to you. ($25 value) Restaurant quality with a homemade touch!

This is for anyone in the Henderson/ Las Vegas area

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item #176

2010-01-13T22:20:00.000-08:00

offered by: Lynette Thirot

contact: (702) 376-4578
Item: 2 little boy Ties {like pictured above but varying material}Your choice of size-small(0-18 months), medium (24months-3T) large (4T-5T) These are hand sewn (and please be aware I'm not the world's greatest seamstress, but they are made with lots of love!). These velcro behind the neck, so there is no pesky clip digging into their little chests:)As soon as auction is closed and the winner notifies me of the sizes, I will get them sewn and shipped out!
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item #175

2010-01-13T22:17:00.001-08:00

offered by: Sole Arrendale
contact: chanceandsole@cox.net
item: We also have a used foozball table we want to donate ($100 value).
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item #174

2010-01-13T22:16:00.000-08:00

offered by: Sole Arrendale
contact: chanceandsole@cox.net
item:
Fresh water pearls, swarovski crystals, and faceted beads.
Includes bracelet, necklace (17" long with a 1" extention) and earrings are (2" long).
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item #173

2010-01-13T22:13:00.000-08:00

offered by: Sole Arrendale
contact: chanceandsole@cox.net
item: Large (20mm) grey glass pearls, faceted violet beads, and oval loops.
Includes bracelet, necklace (42" long), earrings (2 1/2" long).

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item #172

2010-01-13T22:04:00.000-08:00

Donated by Roger Theobald
contact: meltheobald@hotmail.com
item: Cafe Rio Inspired Shredded Pork Taco Dinner. Includes our version of Cafe Rio's delicious shredded pork with all the toppings! (Including the spicy tomatillo ranch dressing) Also comes with spanish rice, fresh, homemade salsa and chips, and decadent "fried" ice cream style dessert. Feeds 6. Value: $40. . Note: For delivery in Henderson area only.

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item #171

2010-01-13T21:57:00.000-08:00

Dr. J. Lawrence Earl, DMD is offering a Comprehensive Dental Exam, X-rays, and Dental Cleaning.Valued at $250. Minimum bid of $100. Remember, if you have dental insurance, a portion of your bid may be reimbursed by your insurance!All proceeds (your entire bid) will go to Garth!

Winning bidder, contact Bari at work, 702-798-7724, or on her cell, 702-595-3743 to schedule your appointment. You can take your x-rays and results back to your personal dentist if desired.

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item #170

2010-01-13T21:48:00.000-08:00

Lawrence and Bari Earl are offering a 1 week stay in a beach condo on a private beach at the Del Mar Beach Club in Solana Beach, California, only minutes from the San Diego Zoo, Sea World, Wild Animal Park, Sand Diego LDS temple, and more. Visit their VRBO listing and/or their blog for more details:
VRBO listing,
http://www.vrbo.com/209704Blog,
http://www.vrbo.com/global/siteFrame.aspx?l=209704&k=1

Depending on time of year, 1 week's stay is Valued at: $1090-$2860/wk

Minimum Bid for 1 week in:
January-April: $900

May: $1400

June: $1800

July-Aug: $2400

September: $1400

October: $1100

November-December: $1000

All proceeds (your entire bid) will go to Garth!

Winning bidder, contact Bari at 702-595-3743 to schedule your vacation!

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Let's say we will offer one more week during October-March, holiday's exempt and subject to the above posted minimum bids, according to month chosen.

item #169

2010-01-13T21:46:00.000-08:00

offered by: Andrea Jorgenson
contact: jeremynandrea@hotmail.com
Item: Approx. 3 lbs of English Toffee I'd like to donate approximately 3 lbs of English Toffee. This recipe is delicious and always gets rave reviews. I don't have a picture, but rest assured, it looks and tastes delicious. ;) I will ship USPS Priority Mail to ensure the item stays fresh. Also, I would be willing to delay making/shipping the item for a Valentine delivery if the winning bidder chooses to do so.

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item #168

2010-01-13T21:35:00.001-08:00

Photography By Lynette
(702) 376-4578
http://www.photographybylynette.blogspot.com/

1 Hour Session
Location of your choice (Southern Nevada Area Only)
Release of 20-30 high resolution images
{2} 5x7 prints
{2} 8x10 print
{1} 11x14 print

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item #167

2010-01-13T20:09:00.001-08:00

offered by: Andrea & Bryson Huckstep

Contact: andreacroft@hotmail.com

Item: Up for auction is your choice of any full course meal from the menu. Choose from:

Hawaiian chicken barbeque with fire grilled pineapple; shish kabob with garlic steak and grated parmesan; chicken pakora with beer battered potatoes and red pepper served with dipping sauce blended with authentic Indian spices; beef ribs grilled over wood coals covered in dry rub and secret recipe honey barbeque sauce reduction; spaghetti—as fun as it looks!

All meals will include a vegetable (if you can talk me into it), artisan bread with oil and vinegar and homemade ice cream with fresh fruit (yes, it is as thick and creamy as it looks).

I currently live in Salt Lake City, UT (until July). So, if you are in Salt Lake City then you can bid and win. Otherwise, I will be moving to Henderson, NV in July and can arrange to provide the meal then or on one of our visits. I will definitely be down the second weekend in March.

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item #166

2010-01-13T20:04:00.000-08:00

offered by: Amanda Anderson
contact: (702) 265-9445
item: cut & color (value $110). She is a liscensed hair stylist who works out of her home.
She lives in the Henderson 89002 area.

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item #165

2010-01-13T19:54:00.000-08:00

offered by: Troy Isbell

contact: at the Abbott home ready for delivery or pick up

item: "The King of King" Greg Olsen original print. It is a limited edition, 591 of 650. Dimensions framed are 31" wide x 39" long

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item #164

2010-01-13T18:44:00.000-08:00

offered by: Lynette Thirot
contact: 9702) 376-4578

Item: 2 little boy Ties {like pictured above but varying material}Your choice of size-small(0-18 months), medium (24months-3T) large (4T-5T) These are hand sewn (and please be aware I'm not the world's greatest seamstress, but they are made with lots of love!)As soon as auction is closed and the winner notifies me of the sizes, I will get them sewn and shipped out!

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item #163

2010-01-13T16:41:00.001-08:00

offered by: Jennifer Bunker and Sue Conk

contact: jenreadyhop@gmail.com

Hand Crocheted Hat with Pinwill Ribbon FlowerThis hat was hand crocheted with brown acrylic yarn. The ribbon pinwill is on an alligator hair clip covered with coordinating ribbon and is removable.Hat fits ages 6 to 18 months.

Suggested Price $18

item #162

2010-01-13T16:40:00.001-08:00

offered by: Jennifer Bunker and Sue Conk
contact: jenreadyhop@gmail.com

Hand Crocheted Hat with Flower
The hat was hand crocheted with 100% ecru cotton yarn. The flower is on an alligator hair clip covered with coordinating ribbon and is removable.Hat fits ages 3 months to 18 months.

Suggested Price $18

item #161

2010-01-13T16:33:00.000-08:00

offered by: Jennifer Bunker and Sue Conk

contact: jenreadyhop@gmail.com

The first is a Handmade Handbag.

Not too big... not too small... just right. It is made with quality red floral decorator fabric and is fully lined with cotton. Interfacing throughout gives this bag nice stability. It is double stitched at all stress points for extra support. Two interior pockets will perfectly store your keys, cell phone, and other essentials for quick access. Magnetic snap closure.Bag Dimensions:Width 15 inchesHeighth 11 3/4 inchesHandle 24 inchesBag Opening 11 inches wide .

Suggested Price $35

Will ship if out of town or deliver if within the Las Vegas/Henderson area.

item #160

2010-01-13T16:15:00.000-08:00

This item is being donated by: CTRose Salon

2660 E Sunset

Las Vegas 89120597-2500

ctrosesalon.com

Up for bid is one woman's haircut, blow dry and style. (Retail value $35)

contact: Judy Martinmailto:Martinsew.xtreme@yahoo.com

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item #158

2010-01-13T16:08:00.000-08:00

Paul Michaelson, Esq.
MICHAELSON & ASSOCIATES, LTD.
http://www.michaelsonlaw.com/
5854 South Pecos Road, Suite 100
Las Vegas, Nevada 89120
Tel. (702) 731-2333
Fax. (702) 731-2337
item: I would like to auction legal services for up to $2500 towards any estate plan. Plans for most families cost $2500 or less. Minimum bid is $1000. We specialize in sophisticated plans that address the issues of blended families, special needs children, and/or protection from lawsuits. Alternatively, we work with business clients and are willing to apply the auction item towards any business matter including partnership, lease, “buy-sell”, independent contractor or business purchase agreements.

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item #157

2010-01-13T16:06:00.000-08:00

John P. Michaelson, Esq.
MICHAELSON & ASSOCIATES, LTD.
www.michaelsonlaw.com
5854 South Pecos Road, Suite 100
Las Vegas, Nevada 89120
Tel. (702) 731-2333
Fax. (702) 731-2337

item: I would like to auction legal services for up to $2500 towards any estate plan. Plans for most families cost $2500 or less. Minimum bid is $1000. We specialize in sophisticated plans that address the issues of blended families, special needs children, and/or protection from lawsuits. Alternatively, we work with business clients and are willing to apply the auction item towards any business matter including partnership, lease, “buy-sell”, independent contractor or business purchase agreements.

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item #156

2010-01-13T13:02:00.000-08:00

Service to Auction: An initial dental examine with x-rays, including a basic cleaning (prophy) (This is a $187 value)

Dr. Trent Gubler DDS
2430 E Harmon at Eastern
(702) 796-0095

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item #155

2010-01-13T12:58:00.000-08:00

My mom makes pillow cases and loves doing it. She'll make as many 7" x 15" travel size or full size pillow cases as people would like. She thought $7 for the small & $15 for full size would be good but however the bidding process goes she'd love to contribute. Her number is 435-229-7675. She lives in Littlefield (near Mesquite). She will mail them or we can arrange a pick-up in the Henderson area-- whatever is easier!
Thanks,
Nate Peterson
801-678-6337

So unlike the rest of the items that only the highest bidder gets the item, just leave a comment about how many you want and she will make them!

item #154

2010-01-13T12:57:00.001-08:00

offered by: Susan Mansker
contact: (702) 418-8643
She works for Martin Tax Service
2980 S. Rainbow Blvd. Las Vegas NV
item: Professional tax preparation for your personal taxes.

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item #153

2010-01-13T12:53:00.001-08:00

offered by: Susan Mansker

contact: (702) 418-8643

She works for Martin Tax Service

2980 S. Rainbow Blvd. Las Vegas NV

item: Professional tax preparation for your personal taxes.

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item #152

2010-01-13T12:20:00.001-08:00

offered by: Susan Mansker
contact: (702) 418-8643
She works for Martin Tax Service
2980 S. Rainbow Blvd.
Las Vegas NV
item: Professional tax preparation for your personal taxes.
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item #151

2010-01-13T12:18:00.000-08:00

offered by: Susan Mansker
contact: (702) 418-8643
She works for Martin Tax Service
2980 S. Rainbow Blvd.
Las Vegas NV
item: Professional tax preparation for your personal taxes.
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item #150

2010-01-13T10:51:00.000-08:00

offered by: Susan Mansker

contact: (702) 418-8643

She works for Martin Tax Service

2980 S. Rainbow Blvd.

Las Vegas NV

item: Professional tax preparation for your personal taxes

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item #149

2010-01-13T09:43:00.001-08:00

Offered by: Terresa Hall Wellborn,

contact: terresaw@gmail.com.

I will bake one batch of homemade granola for you. I make it only with high quality ingredients. Friends and family near and far rave over it. The batch amount is approximately equal to 5 boxes and includes ingredients such as rolled oats, gourmet golden honey, canola oil, raw almonds, and wheat germ. Not just delicious, but good for you, too! Valued at $20. Made for delivery in Henderson area.

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item #148

2010-01-12T22:46:00.000-08:00

contact: j_l_j@cox.net
offered by: Jennifer Hunsaker Johnson

item: a dozen Cinammon rolls with cream cheese frosting. The recipe I use can be found at http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Clone-of-a-Cinnabon/Detail.aspx
This would need to be for the Henderson/Las Vegas valley area so they can have them delivered fresh the day they are made.

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item #147

2010-01-12T22:42:00.000-08:00

offered by: Jennifer Hunsaker Johnson

contact: j_l_j@cox.net
I will create 3 headbands for you. The winning bidder will be able to choose the colors/flowers, etc. I will send you photos of each color ribbon I have, beads, and flowers. This can be sent via email or text message especially for those out of state. A personal visit can be made to your home if you live in the Henderson/Las Vegas valley. (value $25)

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item #146

2010-01-12T22:36:00.001-08:00

offered by: Keith & Sharon Buck

contact: ready for pick up/delivery from the Abbott's home

item: antique credenza with 8 track player and vinyl record player. (Anyone with 8 tracks or records are welcome to come try it out. I'm too young to have of that stuff:), but Sharon said they used it before they put it in storage and it worked!

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item #145

2010-01-12T22:30:00.001-08:00

offered by: Keith & Sharon Buck

contact: at the Abbott's home ready for pick up/delivery in the Las Vegas/Henderson area

item: commercial grade working cotton candy machine--(my husband made cotton candy with it last night for my kids and the cousins to enjoy!) Just add regular granular sugar and food coloring for color.

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item #144

2010-01-12T22:22:00.001-08:00

Offered by: Keith & Sharon Buck

contact: at the Abbott's home ready for pick up/delivery in the Las Vegas/Henderson area

item: a Vitamaster treadmill in good working condition

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item #143

2010-01-12T22:18:00.001-08:00

offered by : Ce Isbell
contact: at the Abbott home ready for pick-up/drop off (Las Vegas/Henderson area)
item: 8" collectible "Ginny Doll" by Vogue Dolls, INC., in the original packaging. This also includes the certified Authentic and Limited Edition of 350 pieces certificate.
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item #142

2010-01-12T22:13:00.001-08:00

offered by : Ce Isbell

contact: at the Abbott home ready for pick-up/drop off (Las Vegas/Henderson area)

item: 8" collectible "Ginny Doll" by Vogue Dolls, INC. In original packaging

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item #141

2010-01-12T22:02:00.001-08:00

offered by: Jaimie Thomson

contact: at the Abbott home ready for pick-up/drop off (Las Vegas/Henderson area)

item: New Hallmark Baby Book (boy)

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item #140

2010-01-12T21:59:00.001-08:00

offered by: Jaimie Thomson
contact: at the Abbott's home ready for pick-up/drop off (Las Vegas/Henderson area)
item: Gray T.V. stand , 1ft 3" high x 2f. 2 inches wide, with storage shelves and a glass door.(used but in excellent condition)
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item #139

2010-01-12T21:55:00.000-08:00

offered by: Nancy Ashby

contact: ashby.home@gmail.com
Item: 2 months Beginning Flute Lessons. Lessons will be held once a week for two months in my home for 30 minutes. (I live in Henderson, 89002) Must provide your own instrument and books.
Value: $120

item #138

2010-01-12T21:53:00.000-08:00

offered by: Nancy Ashby

contact: ashby.home@gmail.com
Item: 3 Months Piano Lessons. Lessons will be held once a week for three months in my home for 30 minutes. (I live in Henderson, 89002). You will have to buy your own books : )
Value: $180

item # 137

2010-01-12T17:50:00.000-08:00

offered by: Keith and Sharon Buck
contact: at the Abbott home ready for pick-up/drop off (Las Vegas/Henderson area)
item: these are two authentic china dolls from China in a glass case-the case is cracked but the dolls are in excellent condition.
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item #136

2010-01-12T16:07:00.000-08:00

Tyler M. Christensen, D.D.S. (Family Dentistry)
2780 Horizon Ridge Parkway, Suite 20
Henderson, NV 89052
(702) 719-4700

Auction item: Bleaching of upper and lower arches. Valued at: $400.

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item #135

2010-01-12T16:05:00.001-08:00

Offered by: Creative Countertops
Contact: sidawn@cox.net
Item description: 1 custom corian cutting board. These are high quality cutting boards made by our countertop company. The five cutting boards will be sold separately (that means that there will be five separate posts). Bidding begins at $25.00. They measure 10” x 15” and are one half inch thick. Questions? . . . please call 252-7161. Thank you so much!

Bid winner can pick color from the above pictured choices

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