Thursday, July 31, 2008
I got a new computer over a year ago. I have not connected my Ipod to this computer -- EVER!! (The battery charges in my car.)
Tonight, I need some of the music that is on it to put on the slide show about camp I'm putting together for my YW.
So, I connected my Ipod to the computer.
Unfortunately, I CAN'T REMEMBER HOW TO DISCONNECT IT!!!
There is a big red circle with a slash in it, flashing, telling me DO NOT DISCONNECT.
I guess I'll just leave it connected until morning, when I know my computer expert is up. Hopefully she'll take pity on my idiot-ness and walk me through the steps (again.)
Chrissy, I'm sorry I'm such a dork!!
Update: Okay, I'm only 3/4 stoopid. I finally saw the little button to disconnect. The problem I'm having now is that none of the songs stayed on my computer... they are still only on my Ipod! That does me no good in preparing my slide show.
Looks like I'll be calling for support after all.
(This was told to me by Aly:) Adam was playing with his best friend Devyn. They were getting into the car and Adam excitedly said, "I'm going to get married tomorrow!" and after a brief pause said, "OH! I guess I'd better find a girlfriend then!"
(No, he's not going to marry Devyn. At one point in his life he talked about it, but he scared her by saying things like that, so he backed off. I wonder, however, if he's trying to make her jealous by talking about marrying another girl.)
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Yesterday we went boating. It's the first time since the end of June that we've gone out. Everyone was very excited. We were planning on leaving the house between 3 & 3:30 pm. At noon, Adam came running to me and asked if he could put his swim suit on. Of course he can, so off he went running to his bedroom. Thirty seconds later he comes running back to me..... completely naked.
"Mom! I've got my swimsuit on!" he said with a funny grin on his face.
I raised my eyebrows in surprise and in a calm voice say, "Oh, you do?"
He started laughing and yells, "I'M GOIN' SKINNY DIPPIN'!!"
Then he looked at me from the corner of his eye and says, "I'm just kidding," and ran back to his room to get dressed.
He thought he was so clever.
And he made me laugh.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Things are looking good. He's been able to avoid infection so far and he's starting to get tingling in the tip of the finger. The dr. re-bandaged the wound (after liberally applying some neosporin) and our next appointment will be on Aug. 5 (after our trip to Lagoon) when they will probably remove the stitches.
The dr. was still cautious when giving a prognosis. He said it's still too soon to be able to tell what the long term damage will be. But so far, things are looking great!
(If you want to see the newest pictures, feel free http://picasaweb.google.com/adoptdreams/CalvinSFingerGORY)
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Then we drove up the road to the Hegben Lake Dam. Dad took us fishing here all the time when we were kids. I still remember hiking down to the spillway, sitting in the jagged rocks and imagining how horrific it would be if I lost my balance and fell into the swirling water!
(I took a lot of pictures of the outhouse, didn't I?)
Later that evening, the kids were in bed and Calvin was helping me pick things up. I was up by the picnic table, closing up the chairs and Calvin was down by the trailer. All of a sudden, I heard noises in the trees just beyond me. Keep in mind, we were in the heart of grizzly bear country and they are known to frequent this camp ground. Also, keep in mind that while I love camping, I am perennially terrified at night that we are all going to be eaten by a bear. I thought that my worst nightmare was finally coming true. I called to Calvin, who like a hero, came running up and stood in front of me. We listened for a minute and sure enough!!! the bushes and trees were rustling!! It's completely dark and I only have a small flashlight, but I was shining it in hopes that we would see what was going to eat us before it got to us.
It was a huge relief when a brown eyed doe mildly came out of the trees, looked at us and ambled through our camp site. With a nervous titter, we went to bed and slept as if there were no bears anywhere.
Today, there was one item left on my list: I had to find the old crooked cabin -- the old cabin that slid down the hillside in the earthquake. I remembered how fun it was to walk across the slanted floors and how hard it was to stand straight up while in it. Unfortunately, the road that led to the cabin was closed and we had to walk to find it. It has been over 20 years since I was there and I wasn't exactly sure if I could find it, or if it was still there!
Guess what! It's still there! It's slightly over grown, but we were able to get inside! The kids had a blast!
And now we're home. We're tired, sunburned and covered with bug bites. But it seems that everyone is happy....
Thursday, July 24, 2008
But, Calvin is very wise and knew in the end all would be well.
Since I was busy, Calvin was in charge of putting the program together. He decided that we'd run it similar to the way we have our own FHE. (I will admit we stole the idea from our neighbors.) We each pick a hymn or a song from the Children's Songbook, sing all the verses, and then move onto a lesson, activity or game. (FHE is mostly singing.) He decided that Adam would sing a song (I Want to be a Missionary Now), Aly would sing (Quiet Grove by Janice Kapp Perry) and I would play a piano solo (Spirit of God arranged by Marvin Goldstein). Calvin would give the lesson on pioneers.
It worked out well. I think the residents really enjoyed having us there.
But what I was proud of wasn't the program, the singing or the lesson. I was so proud of my children and how they handled themselves while they were there. We all know that nursing homes can be difficult and the wonderful people there can act in ways that society deems "different." I don't think the kids cared that the old man on row two let a loud belch that would rival anything I can do after drinking a Diet Coke. Aly, while she was leading the opening song, kept waving and smiling to the old lady on the front row who had a grin a mile wide and wanted to be acknowledged. The kids didn't act like any of this was unusual. Their smiles were genuine and their affection was real.
There was one sweet lady who adored Adam and his energy. I was helping her walk back to the common area and she kept pointing at Adam and smiling. She couldn't verbalize very well, but she communicated with her eyes. I asked him if he would help her walk to her chair and without hesitating, he ran up and took her hand. You should have seen her eyes light up. When we got to her seat, he walked up and gave her a big hug and then ran off. I think it made her whole day.
Aly didn't grumble or complain about going. She helped several residents back to their rooms, looked them in the eye and had conversations with them. She treated them like people which is important when you're in this station in life. It seems that often elderly are treated like children and talked down to. It's so important to give them the respect that their long life deserves! And I was so impressed that Aly instintively knew exactly how to do this.
Sometimes, being a mom is the hardest thing in the world. You love your children and you want them to be good, upstanding members of your community. Sometimes they aren't. Sometimes there's fights and frustrations, tears -- and you are mortified when your 5 year old son punches a girl in the face at the park (another story for another time). But every now and again, your faith in the celestial calling of motherhood is restored. Sometimes, the divineness of your children's spirits shines through --bright and clear. I call it "Mommy Moments." Or "pay backs." These are those moments that make being a parent worth it.
I will always treasure the memory of tonight (thanks to this blog I will be able to).
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
So now we're back to the hum-drum of every day life. I warned the bishopbric that I'm going to be inactive for three weeks and I plan on finally enjoying summer vacation now. I'm pulling out the camp trailer and we're disappearing....
This year we got to play in canoes! It was a lot of fun!
The girl's got a hold of my comb and hairspray and gave me a make-over!
Friday, July 18, 2008
This is the safest picture I could find.
Anyway, the doctor was able to get Calvin all stitched up. He didn't lose any part of his finger, except the nail. I don't know how many stitches were put in. The doctor is unsure how the broken part of his finger will heal, if at all. It's in an awkward part of the finger that makes it difficult to treat.
Calvin is being very stoic and brave about the whole thing. He won't let me baby him or wait on him (he's a unique man, isn't he?) and insists that it's "only throbbing a little."
Poor Calvin wanted to go boating tomorrow. Instead he'll be sitting on a couch, with his hand elevated over his heart, watching me clean the house.
Exciting, isn't it?
**Editor's Note** For those who enjoy seeing medical procedures like this, I have posted all the photos in Picasa. Click here to see all the blood and gore.
Monday, July 14, 2008
No more preparations to be made.
No decisions to be made or changed.
I'm in it to win it.
My box* is packed; my sleeping bag is rolled up; the utility trailer is loaded; lists are crossed off; the children have their arrangements made.
I only have "morning chores" to finish: making lunch, combing hair, brushing teeth.
And kissing the kids goodbye. **sniff**
See ya on the other side!! (Yeah! When I'm free again!)
*Our stake doesn't let the girls bring duffle bags or suitcases for their stuff. We have found that it's easier to transport all the gear if they pack everything in a potato or apple box. Of course, we use one of our camp preparation activities decorating the boxes so they're cute! It's a unique idea that has worked for many years. (It also cuts down on too much excess baggage! The girls can only bring what will fit in the box -- sleeping bags & pillows excluded.)
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Adam cornered the bishop as he was walking into the chapel for Sacrament Meeting. In a very serious manner, he asked if his mom can be fired from her jobs at church. When the bishop asked why, the answer he received was this: My Mom has too much to do!!
(The bishop stopped and told this story to Calvin before the meeting started. Adam chased bishop down and had the "little talk" all by himself.)
Poor Adam. All he's heard this summer is, "After camp... we can go to Lava Hot Springs." or "After camp ....we can go camping." or "After camp...... we'll have more time to have friends over."
Hold on buddy! Just one more week and it will finally be
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
While I was looking for an image of the book, I found this review. I thought it mirrored my own thoughts on the book very closely!
Monday, July 7, 2008
That's 7 days of hard work scrambling to finish up the last minute details.
7 days of wondering if the girls are going to have fun.
7 days of hogging sleep, knowing that it will be 11+ days until I get more.
7 days of wondering what kind of damage bug spray with 98% deet will do to me.
7 days of making lists and checking them twice, packing and repacking, trying to make everything fit.
7 days and then I can let it all go!! At least until April next year when it all begins again. At least I'll have been through it once and I'll have a better idea what to expect.
And to be honest, I'm actually getting excited to go. I love our girls. I love the mountains. And, I got a perm... so I don't have to worry about my hair!!
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Saturday, July 5, 2008
We had a barbecue @ my house with my family.
We sat @ a park for 5 hours waiting for the fireworks to begin.
(Chrissy came too!)
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Let me explain:
Aly has been 16 years old for thirteen days. There is a boy in our ward who has a crush on her and has been bugging her to go out with him for months. Gratefully, she doesn't like him quite as much as he likes her and that made it easy to turn him down until she was the proper age. However, now she's "legal" and that has given him licence to increase his invitations. Our rule is that she needs to group date, we prefer no single dating. So this guy has been busting his rear trying to find friends who want to double with him. We thought it was going to happen tonight... Aly's first date!!! (Unfortunately for this guy, his friends couldn't come, so they are hanging out & watching movies here.)
Here's what's funny:
When Calvin got home from work I mentioned that his daughter was probably going to be going out on a date tonight. He stopped what he was doing and got very quiet. Then he said with a growl in his voice, "I didn't say she could go."
He was serious. Completely serious.
I realized then that he is going to be a shotgun dad!! We don't actually own a gun (yet) but I can forsee him making a trek to Sportsman's Warehouse (in the very near future) and purchasing one, just so he can answer the door holding it. And believe me, he won't be wearing a smile on his face!!!
I gave my husband, this wonderful father of our 16 year old girl, a hug and a pat on the cheek and reminded him that his parents let him grow up. He loosened up a bit and gave me a half smile, and cracked some joke.
However, I pity the poor boy that shows up on our doorstep!!