friends and family

Trigger Finger

by Lucky Red Hen on September 18, 2007

My trigger finger has been itchin’.
Check out my scratch ;o)

She calls this her “pirate” shirt (she picked it out at Target last night, we added a long sleeve black shirt underneath since it’s a bit chilly here)… arrr!

What’s funny about this image is that I asked Lisa about two pictures. Told her that I realize one is more of what other people would want to see but one is what I LURV. She tagged them right and I posted the LURVly one. I hope you don’t mind I didn’t post the one you’d want to see :o)

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Fluffy vs. Fat vs. Obese

by Lucky Red Hen on September 1, 2007

Read this before moving on to today’s post.

Did you REALLY read the link?

I’ll take your word for it. Read on.

My theory for the overweight issues in America are the chemically and hormonally enhanced foods we eat in conjunction with more TV watching slash computer time slash game playing.

Theory talk over. Storytime…

When I went in for my OB check-up five years ago, I went through the standard riggamaroll of temperature, weight and blood pressure tests.

Temperature, good.

Weight, obese.

Blood pressure, good.

Um, OBESE, (I freak)?

Technically, yes.

Are you SURE? I mean, I know I’m fluffy, you could even say fat, but OBESE?

Yes, you are obese. But don’t worry about it.

Um, don’t WORRY about it, you say? I sure as h E double hockey sticks WILL worry about it (not enough to go on a diet or exercise, of course hahaha). I’m 5’9, big boned (seriously, that’s not an excuse) and muscular (muscular also includes being well endowed despite a bilateral reduction mammoplasty in ’94).

My waist curves IN instead of out; which, in my opinion, is when you move from fluffy to fat (for crying out loud, nobody get mad at me because your waist curves out instead of in and you don’t call yourself fat, I’m just sayin’).

I’m wondering who came up with the measuring system that determines obesity, based on height and weight alone. I wanna knock them on the head (not hard enough to hurt them, just enough to get their attention).

P.S. I should’ve been saying “over-weight” in place of “fat” throughout this post, but I’m too busy to go back and change that.

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Me & My Boys

by Lucky Red Hen on August 5, 2007

Today, I am blessed. It was our last Sunday at church before we move to Washington and I couldn’t maintain my composure no matter how much I told myself I would. Even writing this I am getting all weepy (therefore I must stop because my head hurts too much and my eyes are tired of the tears). These are My Boys (the other two are on missions) and I am VERY proud and protective of each one of them. In this picture they are protective of me and pose as my bodyguards. I’d like to write wonderful things about them but I can’t without bawling so you will just have to know I have a special place in my heart for them that will never go away. Here I go getting all teary again so I’m done. I love y’all :o) xoxoxo

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Hey, Look – MORE Friends!

by Lucky Red Hen on July 25, 2007

A few more friends and they’re also photographers!
Jason, Jennifer, Kate, me, Rebekah and Stacy

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A Couple Friends

by Lucky Red Hen on July 25, 2007


Cynthia, Tiffany and me.

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A Few Friends

by Lucky Red Hen on July 25, 2007

Michelle, me and Lauri.

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This is my daddy (hi, daddy). I am very proud of my dad.

He married my mom when I was just 5, moved us around the country (California, Florida, New Mexico 5th grade through junior in HS & Washington for senior year plus a couple years) and out of it (Germany for 3) while serving in the armed forces long enough to retire a Lt. Colonel (he once had a job that was so top secret that his office was in an actual vault – pretty dang cool).
He graduated with his bachelors degree from the University of Washington in his early 20’s, flew as a navigator in fighter jets (went to the REAL “Top Gun”) and aerial refueling tanker aircrafts. He worked with the DEA tracking drug dealers and was offered a job as dean of a state university (but it was in a farming state so I’m glad it didn’t work out because I thought I’d have to walk my cow to high school). His nickname in the military was “Doc” because he’s so friggin’ smart. With all that experience, expertise and training he decided after retiring that he’d go get a job to keep him busy, supplement the retirement pay and have fun with people… so he went to a casino to be a game dealer.

Craps is our family specialty but he can deal anything. Seriously, what some call “family night” we would set up the craps table downstairs and double down and yell for 7 or 11 :o)

Anyway… he didn’t last long dealing (which is too bad because he has fun doing it) and soon moved into supervisory type positions because he was over-qualified.

Long story short he decides to sell the house in Spokane (Mead, technically, but more people have heard of Spokane… just like we say we’re from Seattle but really it’s Redmond or Woodinville), move to Reno, Nevada (Fernley, technically), and attend UNR to get his MBA, concentrating on Casino Management plus work full-time at a casino.

On May 18, 2007, my dad graduated with a 4.0 as the TOP SCHOLAR (number 1, as in no other nor a tie) in the MBA graduate program, summa cum laude, at UNR.

I wish I could’ve been there cheering him on but since I wasn’t I dedicate this post to my daddy.

“Way to go, daddy!”

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How Piper Got Her Name-O

by Lucky Red Hen on June 30, 2007

“How’d you come up with the name Piper?” I get asked that often when people hear her name.

With Jack, it was easy because my grandpa Jack was dying when I was pregnant and he never had children of his own (married my grandma when her kids were older). Luckily, I was able to ask him if we could name our baby after him if we found out it was a boy. He was pleased and said yes.

With Piper, it was much more tricky. I wasn’t thinking of using a family name (no particular reason, just wasn’t). Pouring over movie credits (am I the only one that does that?), book authors, newspaper articles, fictional characters, books and online… I burnt Ben out by asking him too much (at least 3 names per day). He finally put his foot down and gave me the duty of picking the name and didn’t want me EVER to ask him what he thought of a name again (I was pretty bad). Well, that was even MORE pressure and I got more absorbed into the meanings and history of names. I kept a list of names that were possibilities…

  • Greta
  • Janie (thought I could get a discount at Janie & Jack children’s clothing store)
  • Jillian (Jack & Jill — too much but I almost did… then thought of Lillian)
  • Perri
  • Simone
  • Adde
  • Livi (or Liv)
  • Clarisse (too bad Hannibal Lecter ruined that name because it WAS pretty)
  • Viane (pronounced vee-ann)
  • Quinn (“wise” and Shannon means “old wise one”)
  • Addelade
  • Ava
  • Cloe (what the… that doesn’t look right)
  • Chloe
  • Ivy
  • Demi (Ben really hated this one but it was in my top 3)
  • Julia (“youthful”)
  • Juliana/Julianna (I had crossed out the 2nd N so it’d sound like yawn not ann)
  • Emme
  • Lyla (“from the island”)
  • Lexy (one letter off sexy)
  • Lexi (“valiant defender of mankind” and a former nickname of mine)
  • Ella (“beautiful fairy woman”)
  • Carmella (“golden” – my grandmothers name was Carmen)
  • Carlie/Carly (“little, womanly”)
  • Georgia
  • Marilyn (too Manson these days)
  • Sammi
  • Dior
  • Deja (too Déjà Vu like the strip club)
  • Avalyn (might be a book title or township in Europe)
  • Piper
  • Luca
  • Adela
  • Mae
  • Adel

My mom was at the airport on her way here when I called my dad and told him I thought of the name Piper out of the blue (didn’t read it or hear it although I have heard it through the media long ago). He liked it and called my mom at the airport to tell her the name. Before he could say it SHE said she just thought of Piper as a name for the baby. Doo do doo do!

The next day she and I took Jack to Park City to kill some time. While at the toy shop I found some handmade alphabet bead cubes and spelled out P I P E R to show my mom how cute the name looks. On a whim, I decided to spend the $2.50 and buy the beads whether or not that’s the name because it’d be a fun story to tell later.

The next day was my baby shower. One of the activities (I love to play games) was having the guests suggest baby names. Well, some of the names were ridiculous; Joette wrote down her name, Aunt Diane wrote “Princess Anastasia Diane” and a good neighbor writing Cere (like it’s short for Cereal).

Ben saw the list on the counter when he got home. Glancing through the suggestions, balking at the silly ones I mentioned, he said, “Who wrote Piper?” Because of our little rule about not asking about names I said, “Why?” He replied, “I LIKE it! That’s what we should name the baby – Piper!”

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