Thanksgiving--A Whirlwind

Rowdy and I drove from SD to St. George on Wednesday night.  This is usually a 6 or 7 hour drive, but it took us 9.5 hours.  What is so infuriating is that there are stretches on the 15 that where traffic is almost at a standstill, but there hasn't been an accident or bad weather or anything.  It's unfathomable.

But anyway, I was grateful that we were able to have a car trip together, for satellite radio and Audible, and our safe arrival.

As I have to work today, the plan was for Rowdy to drive me to Las Vegas on Thursday so I could fly home.  A plan for me to help out and work on Thursday night was hatched more than a month ago.  We didn't have Oliver then, so I thought that I might as well work, help a colleague and earn some extra money if I was going to be alone on Thursday night anyway.  Just staying home Wednesday and Thursday and flying to Las Vegas on Friday night was never an option.

I'm grateful that our trip back to Vegas was safe, that we had time to just shoot the breeze with Jamie, and that work went really smoothly and easily.  I'm grateful that Oliver tolerated being at home alone really well and was soooooo very happy to see me and loved up on me when I got home.

I am especially grateful for Lezlie, my MIL.  She pushed up the Thanksgiving dinner so that I could eat before we left for the airport.  Everything was delicious, but it was especially lovely to be able to spend that time with my in-laws.  I have always been blessed with terrific in-laws.

I'm grateful that my dad is still around to enjoy another Thanksgiving with us.  He has received so many blessings that made his whole bypass experience go wonderfully.  Maybe he doesn't realize that they were blessings, but I can totally see them.  I'm grateful that I could talk to my mom, dad and big sister yesterday.  I'm grateful for my little sister, though I didn't talk to her and couldn't be with her over the holiday.

Today, I'm grateful to be able to craft my workday such that I can get everything done and get out in time to catch my flight back to Vegas.  I'm grateful to know a friend who has a car service so I don't have to drive my car to the airport or bug other friends who are doing their day-to-day business or have family around to take me to the airport.

Eight is Great!

We were married the day after Thanksgiving in 2005.  Unfortunately, I don't remember the actual day, I just think, "the day after Thanksgiving".  Of course, that day changes every year.  So I forget that it's November 25th.  Rowdy says to remember it as being exactly one month from Christmas.

Despite my forgetfulness, I never forget the feelings of that day--seeing my sweet Rowdy tear up, having most of our immediate families close.  My dad walked me down the stairs of the house we were renting to the living room, and our bishop married us in front of the fireplace.  We went to Torrey Pines Lodge for our wedding night, then the next day, we came home and were parents.  

In the past eight years, we have traveled to 14 countries together:  Costa Rica, the UK, Morocco, Italy, France, Germany, Austria, Hungary, Norway, Chile, Malaysia, Vietnam, Mexico, and Israel.

We've also been to hell and back, enduring ten surgeries together, all of them performed on Rowdy over the course of two years.  That was our hardest time in many ways.  Neither of us likes to think about those times.  On the other hand, we've had so many wonderful times together, I can't even list them all.  I know when we look back with the perspective of eternity, we will just see the good times.

I love you, Rowdy Matt Bricco, and I am so grateful to have you in my life.

Weekend Gratitude

Rowdy and I went to the Boise State/SDSU football game last night with our friend, Andy.  Andy told us that one of our other friends has decided to leave the church.  That made me so sad.  But I am grateful for all of the people I know who are standing strong and immoveable.

I have been thinking of my young women and wondering what I could do to help them.  The answer to that came today when I felt prompted to read a particular lesson from the manual during Sacrament Meeting.  Our Laurel advisor's husband found me right after to let me know that his wife was sick and couldn't teach today.  So I was able to present the lesson I felt was needed, hopefully in a way that touched the right person or people.  I'm grateful for inspiration and answers to prayers.

I'm also grateful for my cute young women.  Here's a quote of the day, with regards to comparing ourselves with others, "That's just dumb, because everyone's different.  It's like comparing apples and (few seconds pause) BROCCOLI.  Both are good, but they're completely different.  So you can't compare them.  Just eat them.  They're both good for you."

On Friday, I was grateful for

...fun times at a baby "sprinkle" for my friend, Erika.  She just had baby boy #5, so no major shower for her.  My ward friends are dear, crafty and hilarious.

...work, especially the people I work with.  Things went very smoothly yesterday, and we were successful in helping our patients.

Yesterday and Today

Yesterday (but I still feel this way today, don't get me wrong)...

I was so grateful for my YW leaders, particularly my secretary, who brought her skillet and her laptop and made the technical things happen for our long-distance cooking lesson.

I was grateful for Elizabeth, who was willing to take time out of her evening to teach the girls how to chop garlic and make rice corn cakes with black beans.  So delicious, you guys!

I was grateful for all of the girls who came and participated.  They are all just wonderful, delightful young women.  

I was grateful that Oliver was fairly well-behaved despite having girls, girls, girls all over him.  He's a chick magnet, for sure.

Today...

I'm grateful for naps.  I don't know if it was too much cold medicine or what, but I was zonked out by the end of work.

I'm grateful for my education and to know what to do for my patients.

I'm grateful for the time to practice the guitar.  My public debut is coming up!!  I'm excited!!

I am always grateful for Rowdy.  I love him more every day.  

I was grateful yesterday...

for half-days at work, my hairdresser, cute color and cut, spending time with some delightful women while we put together Christmas ornaments.  Yeah, it took a long dang time, but it was a great group of people to be with.

The Eighteenth Day

I'm grateful for motivation.  The opportunity to actually perform on the electric bass has come my way, so now I am motivated to practice.  I think I can do it, and I know it will be fun.  Also, my SIL, Molly, has embarked on a new career as a personal trainer (which she will rock at).  She is starting a free, 30-day workout challenge that will begin December 1st.  I'm grateful to have something to keep me on track with my fitness goals.  It's so easy to be lazy with no immediate goals in sight.

There's something I'm grateful for today, but in a backhanded way.  I said something to someone today in a really Mean Girl kind of way, and I am so, so embarrassed and mad at myself for doing that.  I hate when who I know I should be and who I really am are so obviously mismatched.  As mortifying and humbling as it is, I am grateful to get slapped in the face, metaphorically speaking. I'm grateful every day that all of us can change and be better.

Addendum

Tonight, I was reading my November posts from years past.  November 18, 2010, was a tough day in our house.  K was having difficulty getting it together, particularly in school, and R and I were really frustrated with him.  K was super-frustrated with us in return.  I expressed my hope that he would learn discipline and maturity on his mission.  Fortunately, he started pulling things together over the next year, even before his mission.  He is also growing a lot as he has been away from us.  I'm so grateful for K and the strengths that he has been given and is learning to use.

I'm grateful for the Atonement and the ways we can all grow and change.

Sabbath Gratitude

I am so grateful for a day of rest.  Things are getting back to normal, but I still needed to lay low today.

My appetite is back!  I'm grateful for spaghetti, my favorite comfort food, and the desire to eat it.  I haven't wanted to eat anything for about three days.

The Month is Half-Over

Today's gratefuls:

1)  Autumn, for bringing by homemade.  That was so thoughtful.  She used to be known as "Autumn, my friend who is a choclatier".  She will henceforth be known as "Autumn, my friend who gave up being a choclatier for something sweeter".  She's concentrating her time on being a SAH mom for her three boys.

2)Naps, naps and more naps.

3)  Sleeping on the couch with the trusty Dr. Hammond at my side.  He only left me to see how Rowdy was doing downstairs.

4)  Minute Maid Fruit Punch.

5)  Scriptures and more on my phone.  It's great to be able to bring up the YW lesson, conference talks, scriptures, and other church-related things so quickly and easily.

Sick Days, Modern Medicine and Fluids...

are three things I was grateful for today.

I'm also grateful for Oliva, the lady who cleans our house.  She is really sweet, and our home is always so orderly and clean when she's done with it.

I'm grateful for rest.  This cold/flu/whatever it is is kicking my butt.

Today's Gratefuls

I was grateful today just to be able to get through my workday.  This rotten cold is, well, rotten.

Gratitude on the 13th

Tuesday night, I was coughing my lungs out, my nose was stuffy and I felt tired and achy all over.  What if this was a severe allergic reaction to my kitten?  Rowdy asked me if it was worth it to keep Ollie.  All I could do was burst into tears, because I would feel horrible if we had to do that.  He loves us, and we love him.

So like a five-year-old, I prayed to either get better or know what was going on.  In the middle of the night, I woke up and realized that it was a bad cold, not allergies.  Wednesday morning, I was talking to one of my techs, who told me that the same virus was going around our department.

I'm grateful to be able to pray like a five-year-old and have that prayer answered.  I'm grateful that I have a cold and will eventually feel better.  I'm grateful that we don't have to give Oliver up just yet.

I'm also grateful for soup.  I had a Tom Yum soup from the neighborhood fast-Thai place for lunch, and Rowdy made his fabulous chicken soup for dinner.

I'm grateful for cold medicine and for my section chief who covered my cases in the afternoon.  I'm very grateful that our workload wasn't bad at all for a change.

I'm grateful for my sweet husband, as always.

11.12.13

Today, I'm grateful to be a listening ear for people who needed to vent.

I'm grateful for children's singing voices.  They are so cute.

I'm grateful for the ancient Neapolitans who invented pizza.  It's National Pizza Day!

Veteran Gratitude

At the risk of sounding trite, after reading countless tributes to veterans and current military servicemen and -women today, I am very grateful to those who have served and who are currently serving to defend our country.  It takes a special person to do that.

I am just as grateful for their spouses.  Keeping the home together during a deployment is tough.  Making the transition when your military spouse comes home is tough.  But these people, mostly women but men too, do their best to make it work.

I Love It When a Plan Comes Together

Tonight, I am so very grateful for the Young Women's program, and particularly for the people I work with in our YW.

I wanted our Young Women in Excellence program to be low-key this year, but with great content.  Most of our girls are very busy during the week, so Sunday night seemed like the best time to get the maximum number of people together.  I wanted good talks, maybe a musical number, and refreshments.  One of my girls suggested that each girl put up a display of the things they are doing, maybe using shoes to tie in the theme of "Stand Ye in Holy Places".

So that's what we did.  The speakers were phenomenal.  The musical number came off well.  The girls put up good displays.  We had delicious cupcakes.  I've tried to write a coherent paragraph with details, but I can't.  Just know that it was great, and I am so very grateful for how wonderful the YW program is, and on a grander scale, how wonderful the gospel is and that those things are in my life.

Nine and Part of Ten

Yesterday, I was grateful to be able to go to the temple.  Grateful that it is so close, than I'm worthy to go, and just the fact that there are temples on the earth and the authority to administer the covenants that are made there.

Last week, I was at Chipotle, and the guy right behind me in line at the cash register leaned over and said, "I'm LDS, too."  Wha?  How?  He had seen my temple recommend in my wallet as I was paying.  He thought that it was really cool to see another LDS person out and about in the wide world.  It is cool to know that there are many, many, many other people who believe as I do, who are doing what they can to be worthy of temple blessings.

Today, I am grateful that Rowdy made it almost two years before having a Crohn's flare.  He woke up at 4:30 with some issues.  He's hanging in there and being strong.  I wish that I could do something to help take his pain away and make the flare stop.

Eight is Enough

1.  Cuddly kittens
2.  Antihistamines and inhalers (see above)
3.  Dinner and a movie with my dearest love
4.  I'll never have to worry about Somalian pirates
5.  People that are fighting for our country
6.  A workday without tons of phone calls
7.  Pain relievers
8.  Comfy bed

New Blog

I am experiencing obsessive feelings about my new kitten, Mr. Oliver Hammond.  This mania could end up overrunning all blog and Facebook posts without having another outlet.  I feel much like Mr. Dick from David Copperfield.  As he struggled to write his Memorial and in his employment as a legal copyist, King Charles' head couldn't help intruding on his thoughts and writing.  His solution to the problem was to have a second supply of paper available to write about the unfortunate monarch when the mood struck.

So, I started a new blog, "The Secret Cat Fancier's Blog", to divert any writing/photos of Oliver.  If you are interested in such a thing, feel free to visit.  If not, you don't have to worry about being inundated with cutesy cat pictures and stories.

Six and Seven

I'm so grateful that my cousin's grandson was able to celebrate finishing chemotherapy for leukemia.  Two years ago, it looked like he wouldn't make it this far.

Yesterday, I was very grateful for two generous nurses who shared their food with me.

I am grateful for clean drinking water.

And Here We Have Day 5

Grateful for:

The good behavior of our kitten, so far.

Such a good planning meeting for the ward Christmas party.

Inspiring thoughts and talks that give comfort and ideas about how to comfort others.

Twenty-five or so years ago, I never thought that I would say that I was grateful for my job in a bank.  I would have been a lot happier if I had been grateful back then, but I am always finding ways that job helped me.  I am particularly grateful for the kajillion customer service training meetings I was required to attend.  Those skills are priceless in my current job.

Ollie, Ollie Not Exactly Free

Before I tell the story of Oliver, I want to express my gratitude for friends near and far.  I'm grateful that we ran into the Asburys and the Gefroms at the pizza place this evening.  I'm grateful to have had a good old chat with Jacy and Amy.  They are amazing women.  I'm grateful for the spiritual strength of my friend, Amberly.  Thanks for sharing about your new nephew's struggle so that we can all add our prayers to the Banks' and Hunt's.

I'm also grateful for my dear husband.  He spent quite a bit of time getting cat supplies, then three hours at the Humane Society today, all so I could have a cat.

Okay, and now Oliver Hammond, our new housemate.  We wanted a Russian Blue cat, because they are on the list of less-allergenic cats, plus they are cute.  The Humane Society had a five-month-old kitten and a mature cat, so we dropped by on Sunday afternoon with our friends, Mimi and Herb, to check them out.

The San Diego Humane Society building is beautiful, by the way.  I thought it would be more of an industrial building, but it was very airy and clean.

The Russian Blue kitten, Seymour, was in a room with six other kittens.  Seymour was curled under a chair, taking a nap.  Several other kittens were gamboling around the room.  One in particular, Oliver, a cute little black-and-white kitty, was being particularly playful and cute.  Seymour did wake up for a couple of minutes, and man, was he adorable--the perfect Russian Blue.  He seemed to be very skittish, though.

This morning, Rowdy and I decided that he would go to the Humane Society during the day and check Seymour out one-on-one.  If everything went well, we'd get him.  We even thought of an awesome name for him, Oslo Dahlstromovich Briccovski.

Unfortunately, Seymour blew his audition.  He didn't want to be petted.  He was much more interested in trying to nurse on the other kittens than play.  It was just a disaster, really.  If we wanted a cat that just curled up under a chair, we would  buy a stuffed cat.

I was able to leave work a little early and meet up with Rowdy and the cats.  Oliver won me over, even though he makes me sniffle and wheeze.  A $125 payment to the San Diego Humane Society, as well a a good chunk of money spent at Petco, and Oliver was ours.

He is getting acclimated to our house in our upstairs bathroom for the next couple of days.  We're trying to get him to bond primarily with me, so I brought him home in my car, introduced him to the bathroom and have been in to play with him.  He has let me pet him quite a bit, but he's not ready to let me pick him up.  He only cried for a few seconds after I shut the door.

We thought of calling him Oslo, but it doesn't fit him.  So he's Oliver Hammond, after Richard Hammond of TopGear and the little car he named Oliver.  Too bad, though, because Oslo Dahlstromovich Briccovski is a pretty dope name.

Grateful, Grateful, Grateful

I'm very grateful to have had an easy call weekend.  Last week was mentally and physically brutal, so an easy weekend was needed.

I'm grateful that my mess-up with the topping for our chicken pot pie for company wasn't a total fail.  It was still good--not as good as when it has a biscuit crust instead of an "impossible pie" crust.  The filling is what saved it.

I'm grateful for the chance to get to know a new couple in the ward a little better, and to have the Elders over for dinner also.  

Bonus grateful:

I'm grateful that Rowdy didn't shoot his eye out.

Grateful Days

Little things that I am grateful for today:

Cell phones, to be able to keep in touch with Rowdy while he's away at a pistol competition.

A healthy body that can run, a pretty pathway to run on, podcasts to make the time go faster and good weather.

That lady that I always see running around Lake Murray with a big smile on her face.  Okay, she looks a little cray-cray, but she's having a good time.  It makes me smile and enjoy my run more, too.

Rowdy's Granny, who always had candy at her house. Some people have a candy drawer.  She had a candy ROOM.  It was a bedroom that had stuff stashed everywhere--dresser drawers, the closet, maybe even under the mattress.  I don't know. I saw boxes of thin mints and cordial cherries at Dollar Tree that reminded me of her today.  The thing is, they have to be properly stale to really taste good.  These boxes will not be properly aged for a few more years.

And speaking of grandparents, my great-uncle Hubert passed away last week at 94.  After reading his obituary, I went to Google Maps to find the church house in Pocatello, Idaho, where they will be holding his funeral.  Then I followed the map to my grandpa and grandma Dahlstrom's, then "walked" the few blocks to Grandma Bright's, then down the street and around the corner to Great-grandma Dahlstrom's.  My grandmas were different in personality from each other (and "different" in some ways, I guess), but they were loving and I am very grateful for them and for the ways they loved and shaped me.  Grandma Dahlstrom's house smelled clean and fresh.  Toast with really good butter on it, buttered popcorn and a Coke, lilacs, rose bushes and crossword puzzles make me think of her.  Grandma Bright's house smelled like baking.  Quilts, delicious baked goods, pancakes with bacon in them, rooms with lots of beds for the grandkids to have slumber parties in, temple work and service make me think of her.  Great-grandma's house doesn't have a particular smell memory for me, but she was definitely the type of grandma who had a big clump of ribbon candy in a bowl in her living room.  She had kind of a high, reedy voice, and she was very gentle.

One more bowl of chicken rice soup for breakfast.

The love of education, which is making a little thought brew in the back of my mind.  I'm starting to think about perhaps getting a Master of Health Administration degree.  I have no desire to be a hospital administrator (they are the devil and nobody likes them), but I'm interested in what is going on in healthcare these days.  Sometimes people (patients, friends) say things that come from frustration, illness and misinformation.  I'd like to be able to really understand the issues and the system to be able to at least try to educate them.

The glorious feedback loop that comes from expressing gratitude for all of the things that God has given us.

And here's Elder Russell M. Nelson of the Quorum of the Apostles to tell us more:

Thanks, Elder Nelson!

Gratitude Month, Day One

So, today is the first of November, and time to blog daily about the things for which I am grateful.  Here's a somewhat novel one for my first entry:

Patience.

Last month's YW topic was "Becoming More Christlike".  Interestingly, one of the weekly lessons was titled, "How can I become more patient?"  Perhaps I hadn't realized the importance of patience as a Godly quality.  But after all, how in the world would God be able to deal with us and our whining and complaining without perfect patience?

I think that I can be pretty patient overall, but I have been trying to improve over the past week.  Of course, since I was trying to improve, I felt very tested.  The last two days at work were particularly trying.  What I found was that my day went much more smoothly, no matter what was happening, when I was working hard to exercise patience.  Who knew?

Please enjoy this terrific, short video with President Dieter F. Uchtdorf.  Would you be the kid who at the marshmallow right away, or would you wait?  I think that I was a pretty obedient child, and I don't really like marshmallows.  I'm pretty good at delayed gratification.