Sunday, September 28, 2008

PRAISE THE BONES!!!!!

I can't believe it!! The day I've been dreaming of for....a LONG time...finally came!! Yesterday when Paul came home from an evening out with his friends-----

This is what he looked like when he left.















This is what he looked like when he came home!!





















I cried!! I haven't been able to see that handsome face for so long! Doesn't he look GREAT??!!!
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Sigh....I posted the above before church. After church I heard Kate's hysterical laughter and the sound of a razor buzzing. Knowing Paul and Kate, I carried the camera with me to investigate, and this is what I find.
It's a full on bald-around-the-edges, hair-all-the-way-down-the-back mohawk.
Calgon, take me away.

Monday, September 22, 2008

Moving On

I work at an elementary school. I started there last December, and worked until the end of the school year. I think they were happy with me, and wanted me back this fall. But I was hired to be an aide, and the budget only funds aides for 100 of the 180 school days. I also am not employed over the summer. And since I'm not working for my own enjoyment, but for the sole purpose of getting money, I decided that I needed to find another job. (I'm leaving out all the frustrating aspects of the job, because those are present at any job, and it doesn't do to dwell on them. Suffice it to say they ARE there).

Anyway, so I found another job. It's a secretarial position in the Mechanical Engineering Department at BYU. It's about 3/4 time, and works with my crazy schedule, and it pays quite a bit more, and I start on Monday. I'm nervous, and a little sad about not being at school with Wade and Isaac. I love peeking in their classroom doors and seeing them doing their things. I love it that I know all the teachers. I love it when I'm walking down the hall and I hear, "There's my mommy!" I love it that I can watch Wade play football during recess (although I don't love recess duty...who does?!!) But it's time to move on. My last day at school is Friday. Wish me luck!!

Sunday, September 21, 2008

What I SHOULD be doing....

I should be fixing dinner.
I should be going to the Primary Inservice Meeting tonight.
I should be making my teenagers go to the Youth Fireside, also tonight.
I should be folding laundry.
I should be discouraging my little ones from building a giant battle scene in the living room.


But after that exciting list, I ask myself
"WHY?" Why should I do any of those things? I don't want to do them. What I want to do is snoop around on my friends' blogs and see how they're doing. I want to listen to my boys scheming and planning how Skeletrex and Zomboid (guys that Wade invented) are going to use the castle, the gas station, the pirate ship, and the Rescue Heroes house to battle each other. I want my husband to fix dinner because I don't like to cook. I already did three days worth of dishes today. And I took the pork chops and the cake out of the freezer....isn't that enough? Plus I folded about five loads of laundry--only three to go....today. (Please don't comment about me doing laundry Sunday, I justify myself because I STARTED it on Saturday).

Kate and I sang in church today. We sang If the Savior Stood Beside Me. I usually play my flute in church, but I needed a change. I think we surprised people when we went up to the podium without our flutes! I love playing with Kate. She thinks like me. We breathe at the same time, we slow down at the same time, and we get louder at the same time. It's a musician thing, but when you find someone like that to perform with, it's sheer joy. I've met a few people in my life who "click" in this way, but only a handful. One is my mom. One is my daughter. I'm the luckiest mommy in the world.

For Family Night last week we went up to BYU and flew paper airplanes off the patio of the 4th floor of the JFSB. It's probably illegal... We found out that the wind was wafting to the west, which meant all our planes flew straight back into the building. Except the round ones. Ever made a round paper airplane? Me either. But they're great gliders. Paul made the first one, and after it flew clear over to the library, we all started making them. The only downside was the janitor vacuuming in the elevator, which made us have to run clear to the other side of the building to use the other elevator (which was NOT faster than just running down the four flights of stairs....) But we got our exercie, and I think got some quality family time in the bargain!!

Now I think I'll go fix dinner...I'm hungry.

Friday, September 12, 2008

Hurricane Ike


You may think I'm writing about my child and his wild behavior, but no, I'm actually writing about the hurricane that is hitting my parents in Houston at this very minute. The amazing thing is that I'm texting back and forth with my dad as it's happening. Technology is incredible! He says the wind is kicking up "pretty good," and the power is out, and my mom is sleeping through it!! We'll see what happens as the night progresses....I've been through a few tropical storms, and I never slept through anything. I bet she wakes up. And I hope everything's ok....

Thursday, September 11, 2008

A Reminder...

A friend sent this to me today. I REALLY needed it. Maybe someone else needs it, too.


Women have strengths that amaze men.
They bear hardships and they carry burdens,
but they hold happiness, love and joy.
They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy
and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in.
They stand up to injustice.
They don't take 'no' for an answer
when they believe there is a better solution.
They go without so their family can have.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel
and cheer when their friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear about
a birth or a wedding.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They grieve at the loss of a family member,
yet they are strong when they
think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss
can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.
They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you
to show how much they care about you.
The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning.
They bring joy, hope and love.
They have the compassion and ideas.
They give moral support to their
family and friends.
Women have vital things to say
and everything to give.
However, if there is one flaw in women,
it is that they forget their worth.

To all the women (like me) who forget their worth!!!!

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

A Quick Complaint

Could someone PLEASE give me some advice about manipulating pictures on here? I can't get my pictures to go where I want them to go, and I can't get the text to go where I want it to where there are pictures involved. Is there some trick? Or am I just stoopid?!!

A Quiet Evening at Home

I don't know how many of you are on Facebook, but if you are, I posted a new album this evening. It chronicles the entrance into our home of a whip. Yes, you heard me, a whip. Paul bought it and was practicing with it. I don't know what he intends to do with said whip, but there you have it. So after whipping himself a few times, he kind of got bored with practicing. Meanwhile, Dennis was trying to get Paul to wear some safety goggles (how UN COOL is that, Dad?!!!), and was demonstrating how good it could be to wear safety goggles. So I started taking pictures, because how often do you see your husband wearing safety goggles while practicing with a leather whip? (Or plastic? since it was only $5.99) Things digressed from there, as you can probably imagine, and here is some of the evidence.


















Now, you should also know that Paul, loving, kind, considerate big brother that he is, often makes fun of Kate and her friends. He recently teased Kate's friend about a picture Kate posted on Facebook, and said something kind of potty about the face she was pulling. When we came in for dinner after the whipping, Paul and Kate, and then me and Dennis, and then Wade (Isaac tends to eat and leave, he's not one to hang around the table) started imitating the face Paul accused Kate's friend of pulling. I won't get specific about the details (like I did on the Facebook album), but here are a few of the attempts...




















Enjoy a glimpse of a peaceful dinnertime at our house....

Monday, September 1, 2008

A Difficult Thing

Yesterday in Sacrament Meeting, a member of the Stake Presidency spoke on financial matters. My FAVORITE topic. I've been depressed ever since. He encouraged us to put ourselves on a family budget (we do that), to set up a "get out of debt" program (we have one--have had for years), to pay off our mortgage (would love to), etc. I sat there thinking mean thoughts. I work three jobs. I cut up my credit cards and I have kept my vow to NEVER (again) buy something if I can't pay for it when I buy it. We are doing the absolute best we can, and yet things don't seem to be getting better. We've been paying on our student loan pile for twelve years and it's come down a whole 10,000 dollars. I felt so bad sitting there listening to how his family has put themselves on such a great budget that they just met their goal of paying off the mortgage, and now they have so much extra money every month that they have exciting family discussions about what to do with the excess. Should we install new carpet? Should we fix the driveway? Should we paint? Sigh.... I wanted to raise my hand and suggest they give the money to me. I could put it to good use without all the exciting discussion! :-(

After that happy meeting, I went to Primary, where I have been the pianist for about five years. It's a great job, it requires no preparation on my part, I just have to sit there for two hours playing songs that I've played ten thousand times before. It truly is the best calling in the church, but not for five year stretches. Feeling pretty sorry for myself, I sat in my corner and cried because I've been forgotten and left to rot behind the piano in the Primary Room. Lucky for me my husband popped in to see how things were going, so--you know me, never one to mince words--I told him. I suspect I will be released soon. So that was my inspiring day at church. How was your Sunday?