Team Mueller: February 2012

Project 365, Feb.12-17th

43/365: R&R

Chinese food and a restful afternoon with my love :)

44/365: Much Needed

*Spin class

*Pretty n’ pink toes after my husband sent me off for a pedicure

45/365: Valentine’s Day

46/365: Good Life Wednesday Morning
How I missed you morning lattes with cinnamon…

How I missed you spin class…

How I missed you pumpkin butter…

How I missed you lightning fast computer…

How I missed you beautiful California winter weather…

How I missed waking up to you Matt

47/365: Randomness

Still a bit out of my element/schedule/routine around here; guess I never fully took the plunge back to “normal” (whatever that is), after returning from OKC...

Not quite sure why?

And these unfamiliar waters (read: type A/planner) leave me not quite sure what to do with myself…

But I am enjoying the freedom of random.

Not my usual style, but going with it ;)

All I got these days =

-Early mornings with my Bible & coffee (extra foam)…

-Cherishing time with my amazing husband

-Enjoying our Tues and Friday night “families”…

-And spin…

Random is all I got today :)

48/365: R6Crew

We were in fits of laughter around the dinner table tonight.

I needed a video of tonight, but a picture will have to suffice. This picture about covers it…

February 11th

42/365:

Will Rodgers Airport: 12pm

Salt Lake City Airport: 5pm

Sky Harbor Airport: 8:35pm

Goodbye to sister and Harper: 9:55pm

Hitting the road, en route to California: 10pm

Just 4 miles shy of my exit they're funneling the freeway down to one lane :( sitting in traffic at a dead stop: 2:30am

Greeted at the door by my wonderful husband: 3am

Treasures in Grandma's Closet

41/365:

After breakfast, as we all sat around in Grandma’s living room, cozied up by the fire—chatting and laughing—someone mentioned “guns.” The day tumbled out in a domino effect from there.

On the top shelf of Grandma B’s closet, in a yellow, checked, tin box, sat the only gun to date that Grandma hadn’t given away—a very old-school looking pistol.

I did the only thing I really knew to do… I googled it. Inspecting it, we found it to be loaded, gold bullets in the chamber. YouTube showed me most of what I needed to know, but I could not, for the life of me, get the clip out. So Grandma dialed up her gun expert friend and we headed over, lunch in hand.

Joe had the clip out in five seconds, but kept repeating the phrase, “This gun is blowing my mind…” We found Nazi symbols on the gun, but are not sure if they are genuine. What we do know is that the gun is extremely old.

Grandma said I could have it, probably due to the fact that Matt kept calling us every ten minutes requesting pictures and sharing his research… ;)

After purchasing a gun safe, so that the gun could travel home with me, Grandma, Sister, Harper and I enjoyed our last evening together by the fire.

24 Hours of Misery

40/365:

It started last night. “I don’t feel so good…” I told my dad. An hour later I was puking my guts out… Ick! … Tell me about it… I haven’t thrown up in years… but over the course of the next twelve hours I did just that about twelve more times.

The entire night was miserable. One minute I would be freezing under piles of blankets next to the fire, the next minute sweat would be pouring down the side of my face. At one point, perhaps slightly out of my mind, I shed all of my clothes and just laid on the freezing cold bathroom tile, I could care less who found me…

The next morning I tried to pull it together and take a shower, I wanted to meet up with my aunt and uncle for lunch. Unfortunately, I didn’t even have the energy to towel off after the shower—just plopped back down on the bathroom floor, waiting to gather enough strength to stand up without falling over.

Grandma B took the best care of me throughout today… letting me sleep in her bed, bringing me 7up and toast, taking my temperature, checking on me every hour, perhaps even slipping me one of her pain pills… ;)

My mom had been out taking care of her mom. When they got back from lunch I heard that her stay with her mom, (my other Grandma) didn’t quite go as planned either. Grandma fell getting out of bed that morning, my mom struggled in an attempt to get her upright for over an hour… all the activity made grandma hot and decided she didn’t want to wear her clothes either. Now I know where I got it from ;)

We were all just glad that Grandma was not hurt.

Painting with Grandma B

39/365:

After an extra-long morning walk with mom, with cheeks still rosy from fending off the biting wind outside, we gathered round Grandma B’s breakfast table… mmm, can Grandma concoct up yumminess…

My sister had a stellar idea for the afternoon, and so, with our mission in front of us, we set about finding and relocating all of Grandma’s painting supplies into her kitchen.

Grandma B is quite the artist. She knows how to make things beautiful. She’s a master of color. Back in her day, she even made money selling her beautiful paintings. I luved my sister’s splendid idea to bring her out of retirement for the day. And so, with supplies set about our persons, sister began to paint a picture for Harper’s nursery; I settled in to work on a seascape.

Grandma stayed by our side, helping us along, fixing our “oopsies.” Though it’s been years since she’s held a paintbrush, despite her arthritic fingers and the slight shake in her hands, Grandma helped us paint a bit more beauty into the world.