This afternoon we sat down to play Yahtzee.  Not an electronic form on the computer but the real, noisy, dice flying across the table version of Yahtzee.  Ever since the boys were young, we enjoyed playing all sorts of boardgames.

When I was a youngster, the most technologically advanced item we owned was a television –  the giant boxy kind with wood accents that sat on the floor.  No remotes.  Get up and turn the dial to turn up the volume.  We also owned Connect Four and Monopoly.  My favorite was Connect Four.  It was easiest to understand, more so than Monopoly.  Since we weren’t quite old enough to understand the concept of owning property and making improvements, we would fight over who got the cute little dog game piece and make our own rules.  I still remember the excitement when Yahtzee first came out.  It was the first game I remember playing with my sister and my mother.  We went camping and enjoyed playing it on rainy days when we were stuck in the camper.


As the boys grew older, we started playing Life and different versions of Uno.  Our favorite was Uno Attack.  The game concept is the same as regular Uno but there are cards that instruct you to press a button.  Once you press it, a random amount of cards comes flying out at you.  The boys would laugh as the cards flew in their faces!  I also taught them how to play Monopoly and we picked up a game in Spokane called Killer Bunnies.  Killer Bunnies is the most awesome game ever played in our house.  I may as well do a separate blog post because it’s so awesome.

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Christian holding up his Quagmire card as we played Family Guy Uno

As Christian’s pain increased and his arms became too weak, he became unable to play most games.  It hurts to remember how much he had lost, even something so simple and basic as playing a game of cards.  Board games are a way to connect with loved ones in a way that is far too rare in today’s world.  It is too easy to pick up our phones and play a little Candy Crush than to walk over to the closet and pull a game or two down.  Throw on some good music, grab some drinks and snacks and make some memories with your favorite board games.  What are your favorites, old or new?

Book Adventures

Since it’s a cool, rainy Saturday, I thought it would be fitting to post about books.  I am at the end of I am Number Four by Pittacus Lore.  Even though I left my teenage years behind over 20 years ago, I still enjoy reading teen fiction.   Many fun, adventurous series have been released since Harry Potter.  I remember many different series I read when I was in school and I thought it would be fun to write about them.

One of the first series I remember reading is Little House on the Prairie by Laura Ingalls Wilder.  A friend recommended them to me and I quickly became hooked.  So hooked that my mother became upset with me for staying in my room so much in my pajamas.


Another series I started reading a short time later was Sweet Valley High by Francine Pascal.  Remember that series?  The twin blonde sisters?  I read quite a few of them as I longed for high school, hoping I could be half as beautiful as the Wakefield sisters.  I pictured myself with trendy clothes, thick, wavy hair and beautiful boyfriends.


The funnest series I read was the Choose Your Own Adventure series (various authors).  We did not have interactive games that are common today, so these books were a breakthrough in my preteen years.  It was great fun to make choices during the story, like being in the character’s shoes, and turning to a certain page from there to see the outcome.  Many times my decision would lead me to another page to make another choice, ultimately leading me to a happy ending.  Other times I would meet my sudden fate.

It amazes me when I compare these books I grew up with to the teen fiction series I shared with my sons.  I will be revisiting the latter in future posts.  I just love books!  What series did you read when you were growing up? Thanks for reading my blog and I would love to hear from you!

Song of the week

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As I was on my way to Starbucks for a mocha latte and some book time, Waves by Blondefire played.  I heard this song when it first came out and I enjoyed the chorus and the upbeat melody.  Sirius XM Alt Nation started playing it frequently so I started hearing the lyrics:

 You hear them when you try to fall asleep

They crash to the shore, they come from the deep

As sure as the sun will rise, the sun will set

You taste the salt the closer you get

Picking you up

Pushing you down

They’re always around

Just like dream

Silver and green

We live in between

They can carry you all the way to me
They can pull you out to the deep blue sea

Oh waves, there are waves

Empires will crumble to the sand
All that you love can slip through your hand

But you must face the ocean once again

Follow the tides, wherever you’ve been

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The meaning to this song for me has changed over the years.  At first I thought it explained life with it’s ups and down, good days and bad.  Go with the flow.  Once my oldest son passed away, the meaning became more personal.  We rode many waves, huge tidals or everyday waves in dealing with his Muscular Dystrophy.  So much felt like a dream and still does at times.  I have days when I feel close to him and days when I feel the tidal wave that took him away from me. 

Blondefire has positive, clean lyrics with mostly upbeat songs.  It’s hard to feel grumpy when I listen to them.  I hope you enjoy the music video.  Please feel free to comment if you feel a special connection to this awesome tune.

The Big Sky

This photo was taken from Hansen reservoir by Lewistown, MT

I woke up to something I hadn’t seen in what seems like weeks – a sunrise!  For the last while, a good portion of Montana has been covered with a blanket of hazardous air from forest fires.  The sky was a funny grey color and it smelled like a campfire outside.  When the sun shined into the house it was an alien, orange shade.  Thankfully cooler weather blew in last night and the air is no longer at a hazardous level.  I have found myself pausing throughout the day to watch the white pillows in the sky float by, wondering which one my Christian is on.

I noticed some trees around town were already turning yellow.  It is the end of August but it still seems too soon.  One of my favorite sounds on days like today is the rustling of leaves as the wind blows and the sound of Eurasian doves cooing in the evening light.

This is the last photo taken of Christian and me together.
This is the last photo taken of Christian and me together.

Fall is my favorite season and already I am looking forward to the changing leaves and cooler winds.  This will be a difficult season to pass through because October 27th will be the one year anniversary of Christian’s passing.  October 12 would have been his 22nd birthday.  The good Lord has helped us through the most difficult first year and I know the pain will never fully go away.  I will miss Christian and long to see him for the rest of my time on this earth.

On the evening before Christian passed away, he said that he wished his pain would stop so he could just sit still, look at things and really enjoy them.  Now, in heaven, he can see things far more beautiful.  When I hear the leaves blowing down the sidewalk this fall and see the beautiful, autumn hued, blue sky, I will enjoy it all the more because of Christian’s grace.