I'm going to miss you, my little corner of the house!
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Friday, July 28, 2006
Dawnyel's FAMOUS Pretzel Salad
2 cups crushed pretzels
3 Tbsp sugar
3/4 cup melted butter (don't substitute margarine...it doesn't work the same!)
Preheat oven to 400 degrees and cook first layer in 13x9 inch pan for 7 minutes. Let cool.
1 cup sugar
1 regular container whipped topping
8 oz. pkg of softened cream cheese
Whip these three ingredients together until smooth, then layer over COOLED crust. Make sure this layer covers the pretzels completely, or they will get soggy!
1 large box raspberrry jello
2 cups boiling water
10 oz. (or larger) frozen raspberries
1 large can crushed pineapple (with juice)
Dissolve jello in boiling water, then add fruit. Pour over whipped topping layer, and put in fridge to set up for at least 2 hours.
It's simple and easy...my kind of cooking!! :) If it wasn't easy, I wouldn't do it!
Thursday, July 27, 2006
The rules are simple: you Google your first name followed by the word "needs"... the results are pretty funny. Here's the enlightening information I found. (Like I mentioned before...I had to tweak the rules a bit, but the results are still silly!)
Dawnyel wants to start a family on 43 Things. (WHAT!? Does this mean there's more WORK involved in starting a family?!)
Dawnyel wants to do 14 things. (What they are, I don't know!)
Dawnyel wants to know. (Yes!)
Dawnyel wants one for Maya. (Why not!?)
Dawnyel wants to see NSGC continue to excel. (okay...)
Dawnyel wants justice and wants all the footage of when she was in the house so she can prove she was not a cheat or smelly. (I think the adding of the word "smelly" at the end there really just summarizes my thoughts perfectly!)
Dawnyel wants More Poker Content. (Uh....)
Dawnyel wants to maintain a casual atmosphere. (Wow, one that works!)
Dawnyel wants solid surfaces. (Yes, because floating on Jello is just not what I want to do with my days!)
Dawnyel wants to be a pirate. (Argh, me maties!)
Dawnyel wants to help the trees. (Grow, baby, grow!)
Dawnyel wants to buy a nice dress for the graduation, she also wants to take everyone out to dinner afterwards as a thank you. (But you are going to have to pay for your own food...I'll just get you there!)
Dawnyel wants to pay to go on a vacation to a 3rd world country and work twelve hours. (Any more than that and I turn into a pumpkin!)
Dawnyel wants to go to school during the day. (So I can escape the kids!)
Dawnyel wants to be a catalyst for the planting of congregational as well as cell churches, house churches and New Generation churches. (I'm just a churchy lady!)
Dawnyel wants Cal to take an active role in the child's upbringing -- just on her own terms. (Who is Cal? And WHY would I want HIM to take an active roll in my child's upbringing!?)
Dawnyel just wants people to stop having sex when they get too old to want more kids but are still fertile. (*snickering* I DO NOT want this one...what you do in your own home is YOUR business! Old foggies have the right to do what they want too....they've earned it....)
Dawnyel wants to move over the email and website services. (Seriously considering this one!)
Dawnyel wants to move from her parents' house to a home of her own. (Uh...)
Dawnyel wants luxury surroundings. (Definately, but they need to be taken care of WITHOUT my help!)
Dawnyel wants to work for the FBI or CIA. (If I told you that, then I'd have to kill you...)
Dawnyel wants to be loved by everyone she meets and will put her front legs on you to be picked. (As opposed to my BACK legs!!)
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Have you ever asked your spouse when they first fell in love with you? I have many times, and I always get the strangest answer. "When I heard you burp."
Here is the story behind the comment.
I am not...I repeat....NOT a girlie-girl. I was when I was little, but as I hit my teen-age years I grew out of that phase! You can ask my many friends who went to girls' camp with me, they'll tell you all about my gross moments. But I digress....Since I'm not a girlie-girl. I enjoy a good belching contest, and that was where the love-burp came from.
In college I was in the institute choir, and we were involved in a "musical." Since we had VERY few men in the choir, we had to combine multiple choirs to get enough guys to make it work. The musical was successful, and afterward they wanted to have a celebratory dinner. The girls were asked to bring the food, and the guys were asked to bring the drinks. Every guy that brought something to drink brought ROOT BEER!
Another friend and I were talking with another girl (who definitely is not afraid to show her true self...) and the three of us decided to have a belching contest. I thought it would be fun, and after downing 10 little Dixie cups worth of root beer in like a minute...we began to burp.
Steve had been one of those men recruited to join us in the musical, so he was there for the party. As the contest got underway, we lost the momentum we had started out with, so we gulped down more and more cups of root beer. I don't exactly remember who won the contest. What I do remember, is that afterward Steve had to help roll me up the hill to my dorm. I was so miserably sick with bubbly root beer that he had to walk right next to me...holding me up.
When I ask him WHY it was the burping that made him fall for me he tells me that he'd never heard any girl burp like that before...I had impressed him.
I guess you could call it one of my previously untapped talents. I had never thought to burp to attract guys to me, but hey, I have the guy I want now, and he loves me....burps and all!
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
The day we left was hot and not a lot of fun. We had planned on leaving town by 1:00 so that we would get to Utah with PLENTY of time to check into the hotel, eat a delicious dinner, and leisurely make our way to the Conference Center to watch the Mormon Tabernacle Choir's Tribute to the Pioneers concert. Unfortunately, we almost never make it out of town at the time we plan, but we were close this time...leaving at 2:00! I mean, only an hour later than we normally wanted!!
We decided to drive down with my parents and brothers, but this caused a bit of a problem. My husband is 6'3'' tall and we had to fold him up into a wad to stuff him into the back seat of my parents' suburban. The poor guy had several cramps because of this shoving and squeezing, but he's fine now...I think. We thought we were doing pretty well in our travels until we got STUCK in the road construction. Ugh! I hate sitting in the middle of a non-moving line of cars, trucks, minivans, and semis all waiting to move. After realizing that instead of getting to Salt Lake by 5:00, like we would have if there hadn't been a wait for the construction, we called my grandpa and his wife to tell them to get dinner without us, because we were stuck and most likely would have to find a quick fast food place to eat at along the way. My mom gave my dad the directions to the hotel and low and behold...there was a Wendy's RIGHT next to the hotel. We went to the drive thru and ordered our meals, when the drive thru lady told us the total, it didn't sound right at all. We have since learned that 1: Wendy's makes yummo food, and 2: they're quick, but 3: they almost always screw up any order they get.
We finally got the food figured out, and went to the hotel. I had made reservations weeks ago, and put different people in the rooms and thought all was well, I was wrong. My parents went into the hotel, leaving us out in the car to try and get out. (Not a fun thing...) Once we got in, they couldn't find our other room reservation anywhere. My dad was getting grumpy (his usual trip mood...) and I said, "The room was reserved under Steve's name." My dad wanted to know why I didn't tell them earlier, I sighed, and hurried to the room so we could quickly change out of our sweaty, icky clothes into our clean church duds. I had planned on wearing the same shirt for the whole day, not worrying about changing it for the concert, but I had slobbered Frosty all over my boobs...normal procedure for me when eating any yummy meal. If it's not good....then my shirt is clean. So I grabbed another shirt, and we all hurried and tried to catch the next Trax to the Conference Center. Let me just say right now, that I LOVE public transportation!! YAY! We were crammed into this train like sardines in a can. Not only was it crowded, but it was WAY hot! Anyway, we got to the stop and hurried to the concert. I highly recommend that if you plan on doing a lot of walking on a trip, break in your NEW shoes before you leave!! I ended up blistering up both feet, and was kind of miserable the whole weekend because of it. We got into the building and found our seats....we were like 10 rows back from the stage! HOW COOL IS THAT!? We sat down and waited for the concert to begin. While we were sitting there I watched as several apostles walked in and found their seats. I was so close it was awesome! I watched as Dallin H. Oaks and Joseph B. Wirthlin came in. Their presence just amazed me. I was in awe like some star struck teenager. I found myself whispering to my parents, "Hey, look!! It's Dallin H. Oaks....Look!! Wirthlin! It's Joseph B. Wirthlin!!"
After the concert we caught up with my sister and her husband and decided to get something cool to eat and talk at the hotel. We ended up at McDonalds, which was right next to the hotel...eating yummo shakes and then heading back to the hotel for bed.
Monday, July 24, 2006
This is Thomas E. Ricks. He is my great-great-great-grandfather. He was an amazing man. He helped to settle many areas in Utah and Idaho. When I was younger I really wanted to go to school in Rexburg because then I could go to the school my relative had started. (I did go there, but after a semester of commuting everyday, I dropped out.) Anyway, he did many things and is one of my many heroes.
After the initial migration of Latter Day Saints to the Salt Lake Valley, there was a need to make the trip quicker and cheaper for those immigrants coming to this area from other countries. So in 1856 Brigham Young came up with an idea. The coming Saints would cross the country in handcarts.
These handcarts were easy to make, and needed no animal power to pull. The Saints could even make them themselves. It was a brilliant plan.
In the fall of 1856 there were a few companies who came along too late in the season. Those faithful and amazing Saints came anyway, not knowing what lay ahead of them. They got caught in Wyoming with an early, bitter winter swirling around them. Those early Saints came with very little anyway, but as they traveled they left more and more along the way, including extra clothing and blankets. Their thought was that the less they had to pull in their handcarts, the easier the way would be. Unfortunately, they didn't realize that those things that they left behind would be beneficial to them later on. These handcart pioneers were hungry as well. There wasn't enough food and there was little rations to go around. So, when these two handcart companies came along, they were already hungry and tired, and now, because of the storms, they were freezing. They went as far as they could before they stopped. The plan for the handcart pioneers was that once they got to a certain point in the trail, wagons from Salt Lake would meet them and refill their low reserves. But since these companies came so late in the season, so the supply wagons turned around and headed back to the Valley, not knowing there were others out on the plains. Those poor people were in a bad situation, and didn't know that the situation wouldn't get any better.
Eventually, Brigham Young found out about these stranded Saints and immediately called for the people to prepare to take desperately needed supplies to those people. The call also went out for strong and willing men to go, and Thomas E. Ricks volunteered to go with this rescue company. Within two weeks they had caught up to these people, but not before death had taken many of these handcart pioneers.
The rescuers followed along with these people and took them the rest of the way to the Valley. They came to a place called the crossing of the Sweetwater River. Those poor people had been through so much and crossing a frozen river was not something that they wanted to do. Many of them just sat down in the snow and cried at the thought of crossing this obstacle. Some of the men who had come to save them carried those people across the river so that they wouldn't have to do it alone.
In the end they had lost over 200 people from both companies. They came to Salt Lake and were welcomed and taken care of. On a whole, the handcart experiment worked wonderfully with little loss of life. These two handcart companies, the Willie and Martin companies, were the only disasters to hit this great experiment.
At this time in our church's history, many men practiced polygamy, and my great-great-great-grandfather was a part of this practice. (To see what our church's stand is now on this practice visitthis website.) Thomas was already married, but wanted to take another wife...one that came from the rescued handcart companies. In order to take another wife, he had to get the permission of his first wife. I think I would have gotten along well with this woman...she did NOT want him to marry Tamar Loder, this beautiful woman who had just come in with these other handcart pioneers, so she had a plan. She told him that he could marry Tamar as long as he also married Elizabeth Jane. She didn't think he'd go through with it because Elizabeth Jane was very homely. She was even said to have a cocked eye. Thomas E. was such a rascal though...he ended up taking her offer and married both women on the same day! Marrying wife 2 and 3 out of his total five wives.
You're probably wondering what this has to do with me, well, I'm going to tell you...I came from one of those great women who married that great man....can you guess? Do I come from the brilliantly devious Tabitha, the first wife? Do I come through Tamar, the beautiful newly rescued brave handcart pioneer? Or do I come through the humble cock-eyed Elizabeth Jane?
Well, I guess I'll dispense with the suspense...I come through that humble cock-eyed woman, Elizabeth Jane. I've always thought that story was kind of silly, but I still admire Thomas's get-it-done attitude. He was a man who I admire and look up to and I'm SO grateful for his, and my many other ancestors', sacrifice on my behalf!
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Me: "Uh, I'm going to have 2 other kids tomorrow too, but I mean, if you need me to..."
Her: "OH! Well, never mind. I just need to find someone else to babysit her. Her daddy's parents have been feeding her cow's milk...and I don't want them to watch her again!"
Me (thinking): "Holy cow! She's only 6 months old...are these people INSANE!!??"
Me (saying): "I don't blame you. If you need me to watch her and can't find anyone else, then call me and I'll do it...."
Her: "No, don't worry about it. Thanks anyway!"
Then a few minutes later my funny (stressed-out) sister called. She wanted me to bring along our tent for sleeping in her backyard on Saturday.
Me: "I don't think there'll be ANY room in the car for an added tent."
Her: "Well, I just thought it would be easier to set up than ours..."
Her: "Well, ours has about a million parts to it and it would take forever to set up at 11:00 at night!"
Me: "Uh, Michelle? Don't we already have to set it up at 11:00?"
Her: "Yeah, but then you know how to set yours up, so it'll go faster!"
Her: "We've only set ours up two or three times, so it would take more time to set up. If you bring yours its easier, isn't it!?"
Me: "Let's see...ours has....(counting) 4 poles, plus multiple loops, but if you really want us to, we can bring it...."
Her: "Oh, I guess ours is easier to set up....never mind!"
I love my sister....but sometimes she can be a bit over-prepared. She's been worrying about this trip for weeks (Like, since we planned it!) And she's upset that the rest of us aren't freaking out over it! Come on! It's not that big a deal! We slept out under the stars ALL the time as kids...it wouldn't hurt us to do it now! I mean, is there rain in the forecast? Geez!
As of this moment, I'm not sure what we're going to do....I'm SURE my sister would really freak out over that information!
Then today I completely FORGOT everything I planned on doing! I was supposed to meet my visiting teachers at a park today....oops! Then I was supposed to pick up my friend L from work today....oops! WHY am I so scatter-brained!?
My son has also decided that it's FUN to tell me "no" when I tell him to do things...okay, so he screams at me, but it still makes me sad that my sweet boy is this bratty! Is there any good advice anyone can give me? (Other than throwing him into time-out 20 times a day? He just sits there, spits at me, and kicks my chair to bits!) I want to throttle him when he gets this ornery, but I don't. (Sorely tempted to, but don't!) HELP!
As of right now, I'm signing out from thinking for the weekend! No more! I'm off...to enjoy the hotel, swimming pool (which I neglected to mention!), Lagoon, (going on Colossus 20- bazillion times!), and Lagoon-a-beach! Then I'll worry about where I'm sleeping then...Not NOW!! :) Hope you all have a GREAT weekend!
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
3 Things That Scare Me:
a movie (me: what movie?) Uh...Pirates
3 people who make me laugh:
3 things I love:
mama and daddy
my truck...I too big for it
3 Things I hate:
being lectured to
sitting still (at this point of the questioning process, Cam has abandoned his mama!)
3 Things I don't understand:
The meaning of the word "no"
How to be gentle
The difference between some pronouns (he'll say things like, "Her's hitting me!")
3 things on my desk and table :
3 things I'm doing right now :
Destroying grandma's basement
Dragging toys up the stairs
3 things I want to do before I die:
Be a good boy! (please, please!!)
Go to school and make friends
Stay outside for as long as possible
3 things I can do :
Pop-a wheelie on my tricycle
Hit a wiffle ball with a bat (he's really good too!)
Write my name (HUGE!)
3 ways to describe my personality:
Spoiled (Can you tell it's been one of those days?)
3 things I think you should listen to:
Voice Male's version of "Popcorn Popping" (it's his FAVORITE!)
Me; at all times!!!
The television in the background no matter WHAT you're doing
3 things I think you should never listen to :
My mom's lectures
Screaming cries of L as she's trying to escape my death grip on her arm
Scary sounds coming from outside
3 absolute favorite foods:
3 things I'd like to learn :
How to drive a REAL truck
Why my mom is so crazy all of the time
How to be a good big boy
3 things I drink regularly:
3 shows I watch as a kid :
Dora the Explorer
Other kids and babies I tag:
Jazz or Tyler, Roz and Matthew
Monday, July 17, 2006
Okay, so I admit it...I follow this rule of thumb for driving more than I follow the "driver's ed" rules. Yesterday I was driving along to my mother's house and at one intersection, the light I was about to come to turned yellow, and I floored it. Before I got through the intersection, the light was red, but hey, I made it through quickly, right!? Well, at the same time a guy pulling a fifth wheel trailer decided to cross the street right in front of me, figuring that I'd stop at the light...but apparently he didn't learn my very handy rule....and he was going SLOW! I pulled to a stop so that I wouldn't ram into his trailer and the grumpy old fart was wagging his finger at me and his mouth was moving...so I know he was chewing me out, but lucky for BOTH of us, I didn't hear it.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
I swear, I'm brain-dead! All day at church I was thinking about how I need to get a sub for Primary next week, and I never really thought about why. After church was over with, I was cleaning up and one of my fellow-Primarians asked me where we were going on our trip next weekend. "Uh....I'm going on a trip?" Okay, so I claim that I suffer from Short-term-memory loss! Will I ever find my brain again!? Yikes!
Friday, July 14, 2006
Why do they call it "pay day?" Is it because of the "act" of paying people? Or is it because once you get the so-called money, you end up paying YOUR bills? Man, I wish we could have money left AFTER one of these "pay days..." we'll just have to wait and see what happens!
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Last night Steve decided it would be fun to go to the Drive In to see two movies that we REALLY wanted to see, and, stupidly, I agreed. So we went to watch "Pirates of the Caribbean" and "Cars." Now, someone had told me that "Cars" was going to be played first since it's the lesser rating, and that way the kids going to see it could before they all conked out for the second movie....well, that was a wrong assessment. They played the very long "Pirates" movie FIRST! So, once it started we told Cam to lay down in the back seat and sleep, then we'd wake him up for "Cars." The movie was good, although I missed a couple of parts for some food and a desperately needed potty break. I totally was unimpressed with the ending....GRRRR!! Anyway, as the second movie was starting it was 12:30, and I knew that I had to babysit in the morning, so I attempted to snooze for a few minutes here and there. (Didn't really help me much!) ANYWAY, to make this random story short...we ended up getting home from the movies at 3:00!! YUCK!
I had to be up BEFORE 8:00 to be ready for the kidlets that I babysit. SO I woke up at 7:30. I got dressed, ate breakfast, and cleaned up our mess from the night before. As soon as I was finished with that the kids arrived. The baby was okay for a while, but soon was starving, so I fed him, then put him (sleeping) back into his car seat. Then I held little L down on my lap for a nice nap. She was just about to sleep when Cameron decided to make an appearance. He was WIDE awake and extremely NOISY! I finally got them calmed down when the phone rang. Someone wanted some information that I keep in my kitchen. Well, when L and E are at my house I lay my kitchen chair on it's side blocking entrance into the kitchen, so in order to get in there I have to high step over it and into the kitchen. E was awake again and in my arms, so I tried to gracefully step over the chair, I lost my footing, and nearly fell. I kinda squooshed E a bit and really made him cry. I gave the lady the information that she wanted, and then I was back to soothing the kids.
Soon after that call, I was taking a quick potty break (how do mothers of many kids go to the bathroom?? I hope I get the hang of that quickly!) and Cam came crying to the bathroom door. I asked him what was wrong and he told me that he had a piece of cold cereal stuck up his nose. ACK! It's not the first time he's done this, but it's the first time I was completely on my own with multiple kids when he's done this. I remember the last time that after a while his boogers softened the crunchy cereal (I know, gross image) so I went in search of my bulb syringe to suck it out of his nose. Do you think I could find it?? NO!! So I pulled out a regular syringe that I use for medicine and sucked it out. Not a fun thing to do with a little kid crying that he can't breathe and another kid running around the house screaming!!
After a while I had to wake my hubby up for work (he got to sleep in!) I sent Cam upstairs to wake him and I tried to wrestle a cranky L to a sitting position. My hubby came down, kissed us good bye and then went out the door, he stopped and called Cam over to him. He handed him the mail and sent him to give it to me. There was a letter we had been expecting for MONTHS and I was hopeful everything was going to be okay. After I opened the letter I was devastated....we were COMPLETELY denied! On top of that, at that moment I was changing a poopy baby who had a bit of diaper rash, so he was screaming, and the other two were in the middle of a fight. I called my hubby to tell him the bad news and he was upset too, but as I was talking my sleeplessness, emotional state got the best of me...I BAWLED! I whined to him, and he tried over the phone to comfort me, telling me that everything would be okay, and that I should call the people and see what exactly was going on. I was so upset and weepy that I told him that I was in NO state to do that. I let him go, and tried to get a hold of myself. Cam sensed that I needed a squeeze and gave me one of the best hugs I'd had in a while, and I tried to calm down.
After a quick lunch, I turned on cartoons and sat down with L and Cam on my lap. I managed to get L to sleep, and I laid her down on a pillow, then I held Cam and he and I fell asleep. As we were sleeping, I heard weird noises around me. Little L had woken up and was creating messes everywhere she went. I was very cranky at this time, so I yelled at her to sit down and go back to sleep. This only caused her to look at me with those puppy-dog eyes, pouty lips and whine. So I got up and grabbed her, and she stunk! Yup...she had woken up to go potty. UGH! I cleaned her up, and then I had to get Cam ready for therapy. The poor kid was wiped out and didn't want to move. But he got off all right.
Soon after that my friend came and got her kids, and I thought I would be able to sleep...nope! My body was AWAKE!! Now, here I am, with a major headache, and ready to cry AGAIN! I certainly hope that this emotional state is temporary...maybe I'll regain my senses after a GOOD nights sleep tonight!
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
This: thinking his taped up face is hilarious! My sister was the culprit for the look he's sporting in this picture though...she took the tape and gave him the pig nose and Spock ears. The poor boy probably thinks we're laughing WITH him, not that we're really laughing AT him! OH! And look! This picture was PRE-self haircut! It shows his cute smile though. I think he's pretty funny! He's said some good ones lately...hey! I think I'll share one of those good stories now!
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Monday, July 10, 2006
I don't know what it is about the lights being out, but it's a signal to my hubby that he should start tickling me. I wasn't going to put up with it, so I fought back. We ended up having a huge tickle war, completely messing up the bed, losing some hair, and catching our breath for a while. Anyway, to make a long story short, he decided to retaliate against my superior tickle skills by getting his cologne. Once I started getting his ticklish spots he started spraying me with the cologne...good plan, right?? WRONG!! We have several fans blowing the air around in our room and the fan blew the spray directly into my eyes and in my mouth. I was miserable. I flushed out my eye to stop the stinging, but it still hurt a little. PLUS, I couldn't even lick my own lips without having the taste of cologne in my mouth...YUCK! Anyway, that was the END of our tickle war...it was 2:30 in the morning!
So after that LONG night, I had to get Cam ready for school at 7:30!! I didn't get NEARLY enough sleep! As soon as I left the bed my husband, who happened to have today off, rolled to my side of the bed and grabbed my pillows and went back to sleep. I wanted to punch the guy!! SO NOT FAIR!! After I got him off to school I had to get ready for our Pioneer Primary activity. I wish they hadn't made it for 10 am....yucko time! But I went and as the kids were shaking jars of cream into butter we would sing fun pioneer songs. The kids had a blast!
Then I went home and we had planned to see a huge flag display and take some pictures. Unfortunately, they started taking the flags down today....SAD! So we turned around and went to my mom's house.
As soon as we got there I was wiped out, and Cam was beginning to show his whiney, cranky side, so I determined it was naptime! We napped for a couple of hours, and then I got up to help make dinner! Then I FINALLY went online for the day (I'm so proud!) And I found that NO ONE commented on my last post! HOW SAD for me! (No, don't feel guitly and go back and comment....it's fine...I understand...not all of them can be exciting!!)
Then as I was typing up this post Cam rushed past me to the bathroom and I hear a high pitched whine coming from the bathroom. I'd heard the same whine yesterday in church when he thought that the primary presidency had forgotten that he was the prayer....another fun story.... Anyway,I hurried in the bathroom to see what was wrong. He held out his fingers to me...he'd accidentally pooped his pants. He was devastated. Poor kid. I cleaned him up, and sent him on his way. He kept whining over and over that he didn't want to poop his pants anymore, and I kept reassuring him that it was an accident and that it was okay. I hope he's not traumatized now because of it!
Now, I have a whining husband who wants to go home, watch a movie and probably start ANOTHER tickle fight....I've got the water ready, just in case!
Saturday, July 08, 2006
- "There are children sharing all around the world" - Hold out hand like you're sharing something
- "Leading other children to the gospel fold" - Wave arm in "leading" fashion, then fold arms
- "With the strength of youth we do the Father's work" - Make muscle arms, then bang hands together like you're "working"
- "With our hears and our hands we will serve." - Touch heart, hold out hands, and cup hands like serving something
- "We are cov'nant children with a gift to give" - Cross heart (like crossing heart and hoping to die)
- "We will share the gospel by the way we live." - Stand in a pose like "see, this is how I live." (the other chorister kinda bobs a bit like a stuck up model...not that she's stuck up or anything...)
- "With each word and action we will testify" - (This is really cute!) She does the "chicken dance": When she says "word" she does the 'quacking' action...when she says "action" she flaps her arms....when she says "testify" she shakes her hips.
- "We believe and we serve Jesus Christ." - She points to her head, and cups her hands in her "sharing" action, then points her hands heavenward for Christ
Friday, July 07, 2006
My son came back from the Learning Center where he's apparently learned a new song: I'm Bringing Home A Baby Bumblebee. Now, I've learned a different version than he's picked up, but his is hilarious, and at times...quite gross! It starts with taking the baby bumblebee home to mommy, then after it stings you, the squooshing commences. After squishing the baby bumblebee, it's a mess, so you wipe it on your pants. After trying that, it's still a mess, so you (here's the part that made me gag a bit) lick up the baby bumblebee. That causes you to not feel so good, so you (more grossness to follow) puke up the baby bumblebee. Then you feel much better. I was laughing so hard at the kid, he thought I was in a playful mood, and he started belly-bumping my typing arms. Not a good choice, kiddo!! Now he's sulking in his bedroom. Oh, well...Anywho...
Stephanie from For Better or For Worse tagged me with a new meme. You get to tell some of your elementary school memories. I've shared some of them before, but I guess I'll share them in order now! :)
Kindergarten: My teacher was Miss Richardson. She was so cool. She taught us how to play jokes on people. She involved us in her April Fool's trick on her family...it was a good one. Kindergarten was the year I learned about boys chasing girls. We had a game we'd play where the boys would catch the girls and take them behind the side of the gym where they were held until the boys kissed them, allowing them to leave. I prided myself on never being captured...until one day....the boy who caught me was Brandon Killian. At the time I just thought of him as a good friend. He finally kissed me (on the cheek!) and I was free to return to the jungle-gym for the rest of recess. A big kid (3rd grader) asked me if I was a kindergartner and I said I was, then he told me that all of the teachers had rung their bells and recess was over. I hurried over to the other kids at the side of the gym and told them what I had found out. We all rushed into class, VERY embarrassed and very humiliated at being late! The end of kindergarten I got chicken pox from a boy in my class and I missed the last few weeks of school. Not a very fun time!
First Grade: My teacher was Mrs. Knibbs. I HATED this lady! She and I did NOT get along. For most of that school year she was pregnant and very moody. I was an early reader and felt that the reading sheets they sent home with us were BORING. So I didn't read them with my parents like I was supposed to. I ended up being taken out of class to catch up on my reading. I also had a few accidents that year. Mrs. Knibbs did not like the fact that she had to call my mom those few times to tell her that I needed clean clothes. She and I butted heads so much that she helped to put a mental block on my math skills (which until then had been very good.) This was also the year I got glasses. And Mrs. Knibbs didn't like having to accommodate for me to see the chalk board...It messed up her perfectly organized rows. Ack!!
Second Grade: My teacher was Mrs. Welker. She was so cool. Our theme for the year was circuses. So we had small reading groups and I was in the trapeeze artists. (I can't believe I remember that!) This was also the year I made a really good friend named Maryeah. She and I hung out during recess and played all kinds of things. We had some girls in our class who told the teacher that they didn't have any friends, so she had a thing where the girl feeling left out would pick a friend to play with at recess. As I thought about it, I felt like I didn't have friends either. I told the teacher and she started letting me pick who I wanted to play with...unfortunately that thought was wrong and I ended up hurting Maryeah's feelings. Our friendship was never the same after that!
Thursday, July 06, 2006
How to make a Crazy Lady:
For best results, start with an early morning after a long night.
Add 1 part cranky son.
Sprinkle a pinch of boredom.
Stir in 2 younger children.
Let run around the living room for an hour, cover and let simmer for the next hour.
Completely REMOVE any formula for month old infant.
Add incessant screaming on said infant's part.
Watch as cranky son swats sleeping girl on the forehead, waking her from her 10 minute nap.
Find that cranky son has found secret stash of Peanut butter Kisses...to which the now awake girl is SEVERELY allergic to.
Allow screaming children to continue screaming while trying to think of a solution to the formula problem.
Stir up lady to a crazed frenzy....and VOILA....crazy lady!!
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Monday, July 03, 2006
I am the oldest of 6 quite obnoxious and sometimes hilarious kids. My mom and dad got married when they were just out of high school (after my dad had proposed like 6 different times!) I was born 10 months after their wedding. My dad was always working hard while we were growing up, and so I really didn't know much about him. Our favorite times with dad were after he got home from work. Usually two of us would straddle his legs and untie his boots and pull them off. We were always rewarded with a grunt of satisfaction and maybe a tickle fight where we'd cry out in pain from laughing so hard. I really had a great childhood. I don't think I was denied in anyway!
I have 4 brothers, which was cause for NO survivors when it came to Barbies. I think every Barbie I EVER had became decapitated within minutes of being out of the box. But, thanks to these brothers, I have lots of funny memories.
My oldest, younger brother is Shad. He was always a sweetheart, if not a bit gullible. He really couldn't help himself though. He has Asperger Syndrome which is a VERY mild form of autism. The sad thing, is that we didn't get his diagnosis of this until he was in high school. For years they thought the boy had ADD. He is brilliant in any sciences and an AMAZING artist. He was always tender-hearted and had difficulties making GOOD friends, but he's now the "black sheep" of my family. After coming home from his mission, he joined the Marines, attempted suicide to get out of boot camp, and now has some drug, alcohol, and smoking issues. I love the boy, he's my brother, how could I not? I just hope that he goes back to being the sweet boy I remember growing up.
My second oldest, younger brother is Daren. Daren and I were so close in personality growing up that we COULD NOT stand to be around one another. For years and years I would beat on him (I'm the oldest, it's my perogative!) And my mom always told me that he would grow up to be bigger than me and would turn around and beat ME up. Eventually, it happened like she said. After a rough couple of teen-age years, he left home for the summer and we learned that we really do love one another and we have been good friends since. Daren was hit by a car when he was 2 years old, and we always teased him that it flipped a switch in his head. He went from being all BOY to loving My Little Ponies and playing with girls. Despite his love of "girlie" toys, he's a funny and amazing young man. He was always the more responsible sibling in our family, and it's carried through to adulthood. People would ALWAYS think that Daren was older than Shad, they still do! He was my childhood nemesis!
My only sister is Michelle. Whatever I'm not, woman-wise, she is. She's the complete perfectionist. (I'm only aspiring!) She's picky, I'm relaxed...she's got a GORGEOUS complexion, I'm always breaking out....She's girlie, I'm kinda boyish....The list goes on and on. Living in a smaller home, the girls had to share a bedroom. So, Michelle was my constant roomie. We shared a bed for a while, and eventually we ended up with similar bedroom habits. We were both fairly cluttered bedroom keepers. Her bedroom NOW is spotless (I'm thinking it's more her husband than her, but who knows!) And my bedroom has piles of stuff all over the place. See, we're still polar opposites!! About nine years ago, my beautiful sister was burned very severely and had to have skin grafts. She still has bumpy arms from where she had the surgeries, but she's become a better person thanks to this experience. There are many times we don't see eye to eye, but we will ALWAYS be close!