Wednesday, December 31, 2008
After thinking and pondering and listening to my stake president, I've decided to make some blogging changes.
No, I'm not going private. I thought about it for about two seconds and decided that's not for me.
What I have decided is to go incognito. On this blog and my previous blog (on MSN) I used my own name and friend's and family's names. Also I haven't been exactly secret about the town where we live. Oh, I thought I was tricky enough about not fully disclosing my location, but it wasn't too difficult to figure out...
And that's not safe.
What I decided to do is create a new blog. This new blog has nicknames for all of us. I won't tell you here, what those names are. I'll save that little surprise for when you clicky over there. Also, I won't put the link to that new blog here. That would be counterproductive to my little plan to become "faces in the crowd." Eventually (soon), I will close down this blog and make it private, with only myself having access so I can print what I've written as a family journal.
Here's my plan to let you know the new address: Please leave me a comment here with an email address and I will email you the link. I will also ask, if you have a link to me on your own blog, please remove my last name. (All my former YW, please feel free to call me by my new nickname on the new blog. It's okay if you don't call me Sister ______ .)
I'm sure there is an easier way to do this, but my brain doesn't function on "easy". And I know that the only way to be perfectly safe is to go private. But let's give this a try.... it just might work!!!
P.S. I will make the change and close this site down in about two weeks.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
Here's the story:
Christmas morning, Aly actually waited until after 7 am to get us up (we always try to get her to wait until 8:30 or 9, but she persists until we find a 7:30 compromise). Adam was pretty tired due to the lateness of the night before and we had to go into his room to wake him up (no sneaking out to peek this year!)
Aly and I walked into his bedroom and I gently whisper, "Adam, let's go see what Santa brought you."
No response from him but the heavy breathing of a child deep in sleep.
I lean in a little closer and say, "Come on Adam! I think Santa came. Do you want to go see?"
This time he wiggles a little.
"Adam, darling, it's time to get up! Let's go downstairs!"
And this time a little boy's voice sternly says, "You're annoying me!"
Aly and I had to bust up laughing. What 6 year old yells at his mom for trying to wake up and tell him that Santa came?!?! It would have to be the same boy that doesn't like M -n- M's, or Oreos and prefers carrots and celery... THAT boy!
It doesn't end there. It gets better.
Through our snickers and giggles, I say, "Adam, don't you want to get up and go look at presents?"
He is still completely irritated and he says, "I AM SLEEPING!!! LOOK AT MY EYES! CAN YOU SEE THAT THEY ARE CLOSED?"
It was too much. We were just dying with laughter. Obviously we had to try a different tactic, so we used that reverse psychology stuff and walked out of his room saying, "That's okay. Just come down when you're ready. We'll go ahead without you."
One point two seconds is all it took... he jumped out of bed and was running down the hall, his eyes only half open. I had to grab him and reign him in before he fell down the stairs and hurt himself.
This kid is a nut!!!
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Oh yeah, it will be a white Christmas.
We love the snow plows, but I wish they wouldn't bury my driveway! My little snow blower couldn't cut through this. I had to do it with brute strength and a shovel (and some help from my cutie-patootie neighbor boy).
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
The second house was in a neighborhood where an Osmond lives.
The biggest thrill of the evening was driving to the hills and seeing the house that is programmed to music. Watching the trees and decorations light up to the pulsing beat of music was dang cool.
Clark would have been proud.
Monday, December 15, 2008
I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas....
Think of any Christmas song that mentions the weather outside and how it should be at Christmas time (except the Hawaiian Christmas songs).
Have you thought of any that I haven't listed? I'm sure you have. Did you think of "a picture print by Curier and Ives?" Did you think of "in the lane, snow is glistenin?" I could go on and on, but I won't. Let's just say that when I look out my window, that's what I see.
I can get into the Christmas spirit? Why does it take snow for that to happen? I guess I'm an Idaho girl at heart. (Just looked out my window and there is more coming down!! Yipee!!)
Had a great weekend in Utah. Aly's choir got to sing at Temple Square in Salt Lake. It was very cool seeing my daughter on the stage in the Assembly Hall (and Joseph Smith Bldg.). They sounded great. What a great choir and director.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Like I said, I'm a music idiot.
However, I bought some new Christmas CD's this year and I'm really excited about them. My first and favorite CD is Kristin Chenoweth. You know, she plays Olive Snook on Pushing Daisies (stupid network that cancelled it), and Mrs. Gornicke on RV as well as a gazillion other wonderful parts. (I'm a fan.) I listen to this CD 20 times a day and it hasn't gotten old yet. L.O.V.E it.
I finally broke down and bought Josh Groban's Noel this year. I've wanted it for a couple years and I thought with the economy in the tank, I might as well do my part to give it a boost. After all, my favorite Christmas song of all time is his version of O Holy Night. Sure, that song isn't on this CD, but there are many songs on this CD I enjoy and he sings with MoTab. Can't beat that!
The third new CD I got this year is Christmas Number Ones. I got it as the music selection from BMG. It's just a collection of popular Christmas songs by popular artists -- both new and old. Gene Autry is the best....
And that's what I'm listening to this Christmas.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Juvenile Fakes Kidnapping To See Movie
Published: Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Police say a reported kidnapping of a young man Monday evening, which turned out to be fabricated by him, interfered with responders' duties.
Because the person who made the false report is a juvenile, the information about it has been referred to the county prosecutor.
The incident occurred around 9 p.m. when police and ambulance crews responded to a 911 cell phone call from a young man who said he had been kidnapped and then locked in the trunk of his car.
(Police) said the teenager said he had been hit on the head before he was put into the trunk.
The boy told police that he initially didn't know where he was, but after officers told him how to manipulate the trunk latch from the inside, the boy was able to get out and let them know his location behind the (local) Kmart store.
When police arrived at the car, they found him sitting on its bumper.
(Police officer) said ambulance personnel who checked him over could not find anything wrong with the boy.
And under further investigation, the police determined that the story didn't appear credible and the "victim" then admitted the story was untrue.
(Police officer) said after police interviewed the boy, they concluded that he had fabricated the story as an explanation for not being at a family event at his home, when he was actually at a movie with a friend.
"What we found was that he had left a family home evening and went to a vampire movie without permission," (police officer) said, "This fabrication of being kidnapped tied up six officers, the dispatcher and a number of medical personnel who had other duties to fulfill."
Only in this town (and possibly Provo/Orem) can the newspaper print "Family Home Evening" and not have to explain what it is.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
It's 12:17 in the morning and I'm sitting up waiting for my daughter to come home from her date. She's not late... I forgot to give her a curfew. My bad!!! But then again, I probably would have said "Be home by 10:30," even though he picked her up a little after 9:00. It freaks me out to have her out with some boy...
Okay, he's not even "some boy." She's with the boy that drove 5 hours from Utah to our town to take her to the Homecoming dance. I've met him a few times. He's nice. His dad even drove him to Orem from Payson so he can take Aly out (we're in Orem for the Thanksgiving weekend). Man, that is a dedicated Dad!! (He really likes Aly and likes his son to take her out.)
I just wonder... how in the heck am I old enough to be sitting up waiting for my daughter to come home? Didn't I just go out on my first date a month ago?
Well, it seems like it.
And I'm still sitting here, getting older while my daughter still isn't home. (It's 12:23 now!)
I need Father Time's phone number. Maybe he can go on a vacation for a while so my kids will stop getting older.
(I just got a text from her. She's finally on her way home.)
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
I really love my daughter.
It may appear that I am a crazed Twilight fan.... you know the whole Edward and Bella background on my blog and all....
I did it all for Aly.
She is the crazed Twilight fan. I enjoyed the books. I thought they were entertaining and fun to read and I have read them a couple times. But I don't live for Edward, or Jacob, Esme or Carlisle. But my daughter does, so I ride the Twilight wagon with her.
On this wagon I went with her to buy the tickets to the movie two weeks in advance and kept them in a special place in my wallet. With her I went to the mall and helped her pick out the perfect Twilight shirt from Hot Topics. With her I got to the movie theater more than an hour and 15 minutes early to stand in line.
And it wasn't bad. I enjoyed the time with my daughter and I enjoyed the camaraderie we enjoyed while the anticipation was building.
The movie wasn't bad. They had a lot of book to cover in two hours and I think they did okay with what they had. I didn't walk out of the movie hating it, and was pleasantly surprised. Yes, it was a little choppy and I'm not sure there was much character/relationship development, but what can you do?
I have to say, however, that I am now a fan of Charlie, Bella's father. In the book, Charlie doesn't have much to say and that stayed true in the movie. Without dialogue, it's hard to build a character, and I think the guy who played Charlie did great. I was rooting for him from the minute I saw him on screen. Facial expressions, body language.... he had it all.
Aly thinks I'm Team Charlie because he's old and so am I. grrrrrrrrrr......
I do have a couple gripes about the film: I'm still not certain Robert Pattinson is the right guy to play Edward. He's just not cute. There were a couple times that I thought, okay, now he looks cute, but for most of the movie I wasn't feeling the Edward love.
The first time I saw Carlisle (and Aly agreed) we thought, WOW!! They really over did the white face make-up. It seemed more toned down as the movie moved on, but that first time it was INYOURFACEWHITE!!!
And the part that bugged me the worst was: What's with the tree climbing? "Spider Monkey?"
It was a fun night. I'd do it again. And I probably will when New Moon opens.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
** I am done eating pizza. I never want it to cross my lips again. It's not because it's not a healthy food. That doesn't stop me from eating anything (obviously). To me, pizza is as disgusting and foul a food as.... fish!! And we all know that if it swam, or breathed air through water, it won't cross these lips. Uh Uh. No way. And now, pizza has gotten to be that disgusting to me. Sad isn't it?
**Until two weeks ago, I had never seen a full episode of The Office. I realize that there will be members of my extended family who might disassociate themselves from me because I said that. HOWEVER, before you go crazy, please let me say that I regret that I hadn't seen it and I hope to get back in your good graces by saying, I AM A FAN!! I watched three episodes (on DVR) last night and laughed my butt off. I can't wait to crawl in bed tonight, pick up my crocheting and watch more. I have many seasons to catch up on, and I look forward to each and every moment.
**My son shocked me last night when he announced, "Mom! I don't like M-n-M's!" (He was mad that it was the treat in his kid's meal from Arctic Circle.) If I hadn't given birth to the boy I would seriously question his parentage. Well, that and the fact that he is the spitting image of his father. BUT HIS DAD LOVES them!! As do Aly and I.
Here's my theory: Six months ago, Adam was abducted by aliens and they injected him with a serum that alters his genetic make-up. He's mutated into a child that likes carrots and celery more than chocolate. Soon, he'll be in the forest hugging trees and doing nature dances.
**I do not watch Oprah. Yes, I'm an American woman who does not worship the ground she walks on. I've said it and I mean it. 'Nuff said.
There. I feel better, like a big load has been taken off my shoulders. Thanks for letting me vent.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
I'm the kind of person that laughs easily and often. I love to tease people and be teased by people. I like helping people laugh. If situations get too serious, I try to find humor to lighten the mood. Granted, there are times to be more restrained and/or reverent and I have to work hard to restrain the goofiness that wants to burst out of me. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn't.
Today, I realized what a blessing it is to be able to laugh at one's self:
I was at choir practice. We were in the middle of a song and a choir member who came late was looking for music. I saw a folder on the bench next to me and, thinking it was extra, picked it up to hand to him. (There are usually several folders of music just sitting on the choir benches when we get to the chapel. No one's names are on them.) The lady sitting next to me literally yanked that music out of my hand, held it up and away from my reach and then hid it on the side of her where I couldn't see it or reach it.... like a two year old claiming her favorite dolly. And no, she isn't young.
Me, being me, smiled and in my light voice said, "Oh I'm sorry!"
She wouldn't look at me.
I touched her lightly and in a serious voice said, "I'm sorry. I thought it was extra music."
She ignored me still.
She was so completely unforgiving of me touching her choir music that I actually went home in tears. At first, and for a long time afterward, I was M.A.D. Why doesn't she grow up? It was an honest mistake!!
Then I realized that not every one has the ability to laugh at stupid situations. Obviously this woman has some issues in her life or in her past that makes this sort of thing serious for her. Maybe she didn't hear my apology... I doubt it, but I'll give her the benefit of the doubt.
Then I thought of myself. If someone accidentally grabbed my music folder to hand to someone else, I would have laughed. The choir director would probably stop practice to bring me back in line. I certainly wouldn't have let that person go home feeling horrible and awful, crying their eyes out.
Life is short. Life is good. Laugh once in a while. You'll feel better and the people around you will like you better. (And you can bet I will sit by someone else next week!)
Thursday, November 13, 2008
(The first attempt)
Aly and I discussed this experience on the way home: You can't see it on the video, but Adam was pretty danged proud of himself after he finally broke that board. It wasn't vain pride, it was "WOW!! I did it!!"
We decided that if every person in the world could have a confidence booster like this once a week, the world would be a better place. This is our analogy: If we could all take a task that seems almost impossible (these were 1" boards and Adam is six years old) we might try to succeed but will probably fail a few times. Then, like Adam, if we sit down and think about it -- instead of giving up (Adam was thisclose to tears when he sat down after his first attempt) -- and face it again, we will probably be like Adam and succeed! Sometimes we have to change our approach to the task (Adam had planned for several weeks to break the board with his foot). Oftentimes we need a cheering section.
But most of all, we need determination and a drive to accomplish our goal.
(Look at his face in this picture!)
And sometimes, we're just as stunned as Adam was when we finally reach our goal.
**Note: This class was offered by the city and was held in the lunch room of the middle school. They often overbook the room, so another group was moving in on top of us as we finished breaking boards. That's what all the background noise is.
**Another note: Aly was the videographer and I was the photographer. She did a pretty good job!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
This is a perfect recipe for autumn.
(Are you ready for this?)
One spice cake mix
One small can pumpkin
Drop by spoonfuls on to a greased cookie sheet.
Bake 350 for 12-15 minutes.
Yup. That's it.
I baked a pan of them last night and they turned out pretty good! They taste just like you think a pumpkin cookie should taste! My only disappointment was that they didn't spread much. They pretty much stayed in the same shape they were in when I put them on the cookie sheet.
Again, I don't have pictures... sorry. I still have to finish baking the batch I made up last night, so maybe I'll add it later. I must stop baking cookies on Tuesday nights. I get busy trying to get to mutual and always run out of time.
Speaking of mutual, my slide show was last night. I was a basket case right before. Calvin (Mr. Technology) wasn't able to be there to help me set up. My technological experience includes; the ability to blog, to download pictures and create slide shows. I can also email. But that's about it. So attaching a laptop to a projector gave me cold sweats, shallow breathing and a rapidly increasing heart rate. I followed his instructions to the "T" and when I hit play.... you guessed it.... nuthin' showed up on the screen. This produced more rapid shallow breathing, heavier sweating and buckets of tears surfacing, threatening to pour out of my eyes. I had to break down and see if Calvin had a break in his interviewing to see if he could pop over to the church and help. He had an exactly 5 minute break. (Good thing we live here where everything is close, huh?)
He arrived at the church approximately 1.5 minutes after I called. He walked into the R.S. room, walked up to the laptop, pushed one button and it worked. He walked out after spending a total of about 3 minutes with us.
Isn't that always the case? I spent about 20 minutes trying to get that darned projector and laptop to connect and work together. Calvin walks in, clicks on one little thing and it works. Honestly, I think it worked just because he walked in the room. We play this game at home too. I try to print something, the printer doesn't work. I hate asking for help, so I work and work, trying to fix things. I can't. I finally call for help. Calvin walks down the stairs, looks at the computer and without pushing a single button the printer initializes and starts printing.
I feel like a dork.
But I'm used to it by now, and I'm comfortable with it.
Oh yeah. I was talking about the slide show. (I get distracted easily.) It was a HUGE hit. The girls really look forward to it and I think they enjoyed seeing themselves in their different activities. I'm glad it's finished. Now I get to start preparing for next year's!
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
I love it!!
My friend went on a two week trip to Europe and I have the opportunity to have her children for a few of those days. The boys are 6 and 4, which is perfect for Adam. He is loving having built in friends... 24/4 (cuz I only have them for four days.)
(Okay, I guess three boys in one house doesn't really constitute a "house full of boys," but for me... it certainly does.)
We also had their big sister (age 8), but she is extremely homesick and became inconsolable last night. The poor girl. She was practicing the piano while I was in the kitchen making dinner, and bawling while she was playing. I couldn't hear her over the music, my dinner cooking, etc. It broke my heart when I found out. I talked with her, held her and hugged her, but she misses her mom and dad just too much. Luckily, she has a very close extended family that lives in town, so I called her aunt who said, "BRING HER OVER!!" It made me sad to take her over to Stephanie's but it was for the best. The minute she walked in the door she was over run with cousins and she ran away smiling... not a trace of a tear in her eye.
The boys, however, are doing GREAT! Our toys are still just new enough for them that they aren't bored. It's just a fun sleep-over. I let all the boys sleep in Adam's room last night, which was AWESOME for them!! I don't actually let my kids have slumber parties, so it's a nice treat for Adam.
As I sit here writing, I'm listening to the boys running upstairs. There's a scream and BIG LAUGHTER. They're on a quest to find the hiding cat, who is great at hiding from over enthusiastic boys. It will keep them occupied for about half an hour.
We're having a good time.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
And none too soon, either!!
Our YW in Excellence is Tuesday and it will be shown then. I've worked on it -- off and on -- for approximately two months. I don't begrudge this opportunity. It's something I volunteer for each year. I take oodles and gobs of pictures of the girls (no exaggeration) and compile them into a sort of digitally scrapbooked "masterpiece." (Masterpiece is used loosely.) Add some music and a little video of each girl and VOILA!!!... we've got 25 minutes of memories packed into a sweet little DVD for each of them to take home.
However, every year when the deadline approaches, I start to sweat.
Will I finish it?
Is the music okay? Should I use a Jon Schmidt song or a Kurt Bestor song?
Did I use the correct the grammar? (Very important because of the many university English teachers there are in the ward.)
Will I finish it?
As I said, in about 5 minutes I'm saving it and preparing it to burn. There's no looking back...
I'm grateful that another one is finished.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
I have resisted doing this... not because I don't have a lot to be thankful for, but because I'm not the most articulate person in the world and I'm not the best at expressing my feelings using the written word. Actually, I kind of stink at it. Also, some things are just too personal for me to share with the general public.
But last night, as I was enjoying a nice, scortching hot shower, I realized that I am thankful for simple things as well as profound items. So here it is:
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
On a more serious note, I am determined to be optimistic about the election. Yes, I had a moment of despair last night when I finally turned the results on (around 10 pm), but a new day has given me hope. I will give Mr. Obama a chance. America is too great a nation to let this tear us down. I remembered that a few years ago, when my town elected a new mayor, I did not want that person leading our town. I was so disappointed that he won. To my amazement, he has done a terrific job. You should know that when election time rolled around again, I voted for him. I like to think that I vote for the person rather than the party. (I have voted for the other party more than once in my life.... yes, it's true.)
So without further adieu and no more moaning and groaning about politics, I give you:
American Peanut Butter Bars
1 cup sugar
1 cup brown sugar
1 cup peanut butter
1 cup softened butter
1 tsp soda
1 tsp salt
2 cups oats
2 cups flour
Mix together (wet ingredients first) and spread into LARGE cookie sheet (I used the silver jelly-roll pan). Bake 10-12 minutes at 350*. Let it cool and frost with chocolate icing.
to be fancy, instead of using plain 'ole chocolate icing from a can, why don't you: put a bunch of chocolate chips on the top of the bars, right after you pull them out of the oven. Wait for about 10 minutes and then spread them all around. Then take some peanut butter icing that you made up while the choc. chips are melting and swirl that into the chocolate. I tell you, after about two bites of this, EVERYONE can be friends!!!
(Sorry no pictures. After I made them I took them to my YW activity and they were eaten up.)
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Calvin's going to quit his job.
We're thrilled that we don't have to pay our mortgage or gas bill ever again. We'll let all the rich folk take care of that for us. There certainly is no incentive for us to keep working and trying to get ahead when there are others out there who are going to foot the bills.
Yay for us.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Second of all: Adam felt like his shirt was getting gooey from pulling the pumpkin guts out so he took it off. He always takes his shirt off. We can't keep it on him. Even when he was a baby he ran around naked or mostly naked. That's who he is.
Oh yeah! We'll be on a sugar high for weeks!!
You can see the road next to the river. That's where we started.
It only took one mile to get this high up.
Yes, this is the man that had a terrible case of vertigo less than a week ago.
This is where we were climbing.
There were plenty of elk (with glowing eyes) at Mammoth.
We only saw a few bison, which seemed weird to me. Usually we see a gazillion herds of them!
The one, lonely buffalo that we saw on the road was in the dark. It was in a narrow canyon and luckily I saw its eyes glowing in my headlights before there was an accident. It was a little threatened by our vehicle, however, and charged us. Maybe because my lights were on bright and it didn't like that... I don't know.
(Note to self: next time you almost hit a buffalo in the road, dim the lights!!!)
Before the buffalo could make contact with the car, I swerved out of the way and it backed down. I guess you could say I blinked first. I'm sure the buffalo was uninsured, so I was happy to be the wimp in that situation!
Yellowstone closes for the season tomorrow, Nov. 2, and we were very happy to be there before that happened! Thanks Dave, Jackie and Devyn for a great day!
**(Aly is 16 and sick of all the fabulous drives through Yellowstone we make, so she stayed home and cleaned her room. That's why you don't see her in any of the photos.)