Monday, December 20, 2010

Need a Lift?



Carol Of Joy

Green leaves all fallen, withered and dry;
Brief sunset fading, dim winter sky.
Lengthening shadows,
Dark closing in...

Then, through the stillness, carols begin!
Oh fallen world, to you is the song--
Death holds you fast and night tarries long.

Jesus is born, your curse to destroy!
Sweet to your ears, a carol of Joy!

Pale moon ascending, solemn and slow;
Cold barren hillside, shrouded in snow;
Deep, empty valley veiled by the night;
Hear angel music--hopeful and bright!

Oh fearful world, to you is the song--
Peace with your God, and pardon for wrong!
Tidings for sinners, burdened and bound--

A carol of joy!

A Saviour is found!

Earth wrapped in sorrow, lift up your eyes!
Thrill to the chorus filling the skies!
Look up sad hearted--witness God's love!
Join in the carol swelling above!

Oh friendless world, to you is the song!
All Heaven's joy to you may belong!
You who are lonely, laden, forlorn--
Oh fallen world!
Oh friendless world!

To you,

A Saviour is born!

Music by Dan Forrest
Text by Eileen Berry

Friday, December 17, 2010

A Sad Day in Provo

The Provo Tabernacle. A landmark in Provo since 1883, destroyed by fire December 17, 2010. I took these photos this morning between 6:30 and 6:45 am. I cried.






This last photo is courtsey of the Deseret News website.


The news reports are saying officials aren't sure yet if the building will be a total loss, but I'm thinking it will be; the damage is extensive. I hope they rebuild. I really do. But I'm just sick about the organ.

It's a sad day in Provo.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Holiday Beauty Tips


During this busy, but wonderful, time of the year, I thought it might be nice to share a few of my personal beauty secrets. These are just my little tips to help you look and feel your best for the holidays!

1. Get plenty of rest. Go to bed by 2:00 am, and don't you dare get up before 6:00!! You need at LEAST four hours of sleep to have the energy and brain power necessary to accomplish everything you need to do each day.

2. Eat healthy foods. Chocolate tops the list. Eat at least four chocolate covered marshmallow santas every day. Chex Mix is also a good source of salt to help keep your blood pressure up. It's important to keep your strength up with all the calories. Take advantage of every office party, every neighborhood party, every treat your friends bring you. Eat it ALL.

3. Take good care of your skin. All that sleep you're getting will help, as will the chocolate, but going out in the cold, stressing over the business you must attend to, sleeping with your make up on, and wiping your runny nose as often as necessary will keep your skin.... Well, it will keep your skin. But just barely.

4. Tend to your nails. First of all, what to do for those skanky toenails? Don't even bother with a pedicure. You don't have time, and you're wearing shoes and woolen socks all the time, even to bed. So who cares what your feet look or feel like? Sandpaper heels are especially attractive, so don't you dare use a pumice for at least four months. For your fingernails, save time and money on a manicure by just nibbling them off. You'll feel extra attractive at all your holiday events with cracked and bloody nails. Plus, they just feel awesome.

5. Dress your best each day. Wear your favorite bulky hoodie and your most professional-looking sweats. If you want to be extra festive, buy a new pair in bright santa claus red. Make sure you wear the same outfit three or four days in a row to save time on choosing a different sweatshirt. Chunky boots, or your lawn mowing tennis shoes are a good choice of footwear to complete your holiday look.

6. Most importantly, be sure to say YES to everything anyone asks you to do, come to, or take care of. The more activities you pile on your proverbial plate, the more stress and worry you can create, which remember, is so good for your skin! (Not to mention your growing ulcer...take care of that little friend!!)

The holidays are such a busy and happy time. It's important to remember these helpful tips so you'll be ready to enjoy all your holiday activities.

Good luck!!

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

It Must Be Quite Important...

Thanks to Sandra Boynton for helping me say what needs to be said:

We're very very busy and we've got a lot to do
and we haven't got a minute to explain it all to you
for on SundayMondayTuesday there are people we must see
and on WednesdayThursdayFriday we're as busy as can be
with our most important meetings and our most important calls
and we have to do so many things and post them on the walls.

Then we have to hurry south and then we hurry north
and we're talking every minute as we hurry back and forth
and we have to hurry to the east and then we hurry west
and we're talking every minute and we don't have time to rest
and we have to do it faster or it never will be done
and we have no time for listening or anything that's fun.

And we have to hurry to the left and then we hurry right
and we're talking every minute as we hurry day and night
and we have to have our lunches though we don't have time to chew
and we have to order many things in gray and navy blue
but we think supplies are limited (restrictions may apply)
so we'll call the operators who are surely standing by.

Now we have to hurry far away and then we hurry near
and we have to hurry everywhere and be both there and here
and we have to send out messages by e-mail, phone and fax
and we're talking every minute and we really can't relax
and we think there is a reason to be running neck-and-neck
and it must be quite important but we don't have time to check.

Yes, we think there is a reason to be running neck-and-neck
and it must be quite important. And if not...
well, what the heck.

Enjoy the Holidays!!

Monday, November 22, 2010

Happy Thanksgiving!

TODAY

TOMORROW

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Snickers

Every once in a while one of my children will do something that just makes me laugh. Here is the latest from Isaac:


Monday, November 15, 2010

Elevator Etiquette

For a happier workplace, please, please, please pay attention to the following when using the elevator:

1. Stand back from the door, both inside and outside the elevator. Nobody wants your mug in their face as soon as the doors open. (Yes, I know you're very handsome and an incredibly smart and eligible Mechanical Engineering student, but I'm taken. Sorry.)

2. People exiting the elevator have the right of way. If you are outside the elevator, stand back and wait for those inside to exit before you attempt to enter the elevator. If you are inside the elevator, you might want to wait a second before attempting to exit because someone is bound to plow you down if you don't.

3. Don't text as you walk in to or out of the elevator. It prevents you from looking to see if there is anyone else on the planet, or even in the elevator. If you are texting, it is probable that you will be the one doing the plowing, and this makes YOU the dork, not the person you plowed into.

If any of these common courtesies seem difficult to understand, or seem unfair to you, the stairs are directly behind you and around the corner. Please use them.

Thank you.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Marianne's Motto

Today in Relief Society we had an awesome lesson. I'm positive that it was a direct answer to my prayers, and although I'm sure many others benefitted from this lesson, I'm also sure that it was for me. ME.

He heard my prayers and used another pair of hands--four pairs, in this case--to help me find the answer I have been seeking. And I know the women who shared very tender feelings and horribly difficult experiences as part of this lesson did it because their hearts were led to do so, because He knew it is what I needed. I'm so grateful to these wonderful women for sharing. They didn't know, I'm sure, why they needed to do it. But I know.

I like to have a personal motto--a "Team Cheer," for Team Marianne. Former mottos, that have not been retired, but have taken their places as steps in my journey are "Try a Little Harder to Be a Little Better," and "Find Joy in the Journey," and "Be a Mother Who Knows." Oh, and don't forget these ones, "I Think I Can, I Think I Can!" and "Never Give Up, Never Surrender!" Well, here's my new motto:

TODAY'S TRIALS ARE TOMORROW'S TESTIMONY

I have the resources to not only endure, but to emerge triumphant from the trials that I have experienced and am experiencing and will experience. Sometimes, for WHATEVER reason, I don't use the resources available to me, but as long as I come back and keep trying, as long as I don't give up, I will be the winner. And I love to win. I think having a testimony makes me a winner, and if my trials are what takes me there, then I guess I'll hop on board.

Testimony, here I come!

Thanks, Janna.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

A Little Bit of Broken Heart

We had a bit of heartache around here last week. I shouldn't be blogging about it, because I'm not exactly at liberty to divulge the nature of the ache, but I want to share a few things I learned:

1. Crying helps.

2. Yelling really loud in the car when no one can hear you helps (although it scares the kids on the school bus who might happen to look your way while you're looking like some kind of wide-mouth banshee).

3. Printing out hundreds of old family photos helps.

4. An hour of peace and rest helps, if you know what I mean.

5. I've heard time helps, but I'm still waiting on that one to kick in.

6. And in the end, you have to turn it over to Him, because sometimes, there is nothing else you can do.

I think Kris Kringle put it pretty well when he sang, "Put one foot in front of the other, and soon you'll be walking 'cross the flo-o-or. Put one foot in front of the other, and soon you'll be walking out the door!"

I'm walkin'!

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Happy Halloween


What do you think?
It's one of our best.
EVER.

(Thanks Simply Julie for sharing!!)

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Going Out On a Limb

I don't blog about a lot of things because I am afraid I will offend someone or say something that will make someone feel bad. But today, I'm going to go ahead and run the risk of hurting feelings. I made a decision a few weeks ago that several people have asked me about, so I'm going to explain myself. And that's ALL I'm doing, just explaining my reasons, not stating any facts, not making any judgements. Just telling you why I did it.

I left Facebook.

I know! I'm crazy, right?! Well, actually, I don't think so. I'll tell you why I did it. I'm not telling you you have to do it.

1. I spent too much time there, snooping in other people's lives, watching them do nothing much, just like me.

2. I got tired of reading status updates that, although entertaining, probably weren't telling me what I really wanted to know, which is "Why are you on Facebook and not doing something useful?"

3. Most of my Facebook friends were teenagers. Nothing wrong with teenagers, but I don't think my kids' friends are REALLY my friends. 388 Facebook friends does NOT a true friendship make.

4. I felt VERY uncomfortable when some of my LDS friends started posting things against President Packer's last Conference address. Call me old-fashioned, but I think you're treading on pretty thin ice when you do things like that. And I'm not comfortable on ANY kind of ice, especially that kind. If it hadn't been this event, they would have found something else to protest about. I'm not a protestor. And I don't want to be involved in any way with your protest. So don't even ask me.

5. I felt that it was the right thing for me to do.

6. I could NEVER get the highest score on Bejeweled Blitz. And when I closed my eyes, I could see falling jewels. Definitely time to get out.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Revelation

I finally figured it out. I know what it is that has been bothering me lately. Dennis suggested this a few months ago, but I kinda blew it off. However, after much thought and several tearful, late-night conversations, I have finally decided that he was right.

It is a MID-LIFE CRISIS.

Sigh. Or good grief. Whichever you'd rather.

So you may want to stop reading now, because I think it's about to get pretty ugly. Consider yourself warned.

I have always been pretty happy with my lot in life. It's not a lot, but it's my life! (Totally stole that from "A Bug's Life") I have loved my home, my junk, my yard, my friends, my voice, my hair color...everything but my figure. And it goes without saying that I love my husband and my children. That point, I would like to make very clear, is not under discussion.

But lately, I'm not happy. I feel discontented. I am questioning decisions I made years ago. And I'm fussy. My house is too small, it's too cluttered, and it's not very clean. It is too full of too much junk that I have always loved but that now seems like too much junk. My yard is full of plants that don't grow the way I want them to. My friends don't like me (maybe they're just pretending or being nice out of pity). My voice is ugly and I can't sing and I wish that I could. (But Kate's voice is totally gorgeous and I'm totally jealous.) My "career" is unsatisfying, because I don't know if I'm doing the thing I am best at, or the thing that I really should be doing. And my beautiful red hair, of which I have always been secretly very proud, is fading to a plainer brown as it heads rather quickly toward good old gray.

I would like to make two things very clear.

1. I know that I am ridiculously blessed. In one of our late-night conversations, Dennis reminded me that I swim in a sea of blessings that I don't even realize I am in. When I fuss and whine, I KNOW I am being selfish and petty. I have EVERYTHING I need, and almost everything I want. Don't lecture me about being ungrateful, because I already know.

2. I am not sitting idly by and pitying my pitiful self. I have been actively trying to lift myself out of the doldrums. I've been doing things that make our family and our home better. I've been doing things that improve me. I've been paying attention to my spiritual, intellectual, and physical wellness. So don't tell me how I should be reading my scriptures, or having family home evening, or saying family prayer, or exercising, or eating healthy. For the most part, I am doing these things fairly regularly. Which is WAY better than I'd been doing in the past. And I know there is more to do, and I'm working on it.

OK, but here's the thing. There's other stuff I want to do, too. I want to spend more time playing my flute. I want to do crafts. I want to catch up on my albums. I want to wash the windows and make some new window treatments. I want to have time to talk with the kids when they get home from school. I want to have time to do a date night with Dennis (don't give me the "you have time for the things you make time for" spiel, because that really isn't entirely true, at least not if you want to get a good eight hours of sleep every night--which I do).

I do a lot of good things every day. Important things and not-so-important things. I spend a minimum of six hours at work, then I come home and most days, I teach for two or three hours. Help prepare dinner, help with homework, help prepare family home evening, get one off to scouts, get one off to Young Women, get one off to High Priest's meeting, get myself off to rehearsal, get someone to a concert, get someone to take a shower, clean the dishes, clean the floor, remind someone that there's a dog living in the backyard who probably needs some food, write to a missionary, clean up the toys, attend the Young Women or Scout or Ward activity, do some laundry.

And at this point, I can guarantee two things. First, that my foot is hurting and I need to GET OFF it, and second, that I am exhausted. It's probably only about 8:00.

This is the point in almost every day that it hits me. The million dollar question. Are you ready to know what it is? Here it comes...

DOES ANY OF THIS REALLY MATTER? Does the time I spend at work matter? Does the time I spend with my students matter? Does the time I spent getting that Master's Degree in Nothing Very Useful matter? Does the time I spend cleaning the floor or the sink or the toilet matter? Does playing in the local volunteer symphony really matter? Who will care about any of this when I'm gone? Who cares about it now??

I know what will matter. The game of Monopoly with Isaac. The time I spent helping Wade figure out how decimals work. A late-night talk with Paul. Karaoke WICKED with Kate, taking a walk (OK, let's be realistic here--a limping hobble) with Dennis. Family Night at the Corn Maze. But is this how I spend my time? No. It isn't. Not very often.

So at this point, in my mid-life, I ask myself, "Do you matter? Does what you do make any difference to anyone?"

My practical self says, "Of course, you nitwit. You matter. You matter alot."

But my scared, insecure self, who still feels about fifteen years old, says, "Hmm. I don't know. I don't know if you matter. I don't know if the way you spend your time is going to make any difference to anyone."

So what do you think? Is it a mid-life crisis?

I think it is, and I think it will pass, and I think I'll keep working on spending more time doing the things that really matter.

Monopoly, anyone?

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

I Had a Party. You Were Not Invited.

It's been a full month (plus a day, if you were counting) since I last posted. Pathetic. But it's been for a really good reason! No, really! A good reason!

I've been partying. Hard. And no one was invited but me. Well, I'm afraid my poor family had to sit by and watch while I partied. Because they live in the same house with me, they kind of got to participate.

This party involved lots of poor sleeping, and lots of crying, and no housework, and candy bars hidden in my underwear drawer, and boxes of Ding Dongs way up on top of the cupboard where the kids couldn't see them. The name of this party was PITY. It was a PITY PARTY.

It's not quite over yet, but things are winding down. Now that I'm able to wear two regular shoes and can {almost} walk normally, I can do a little more and I feel a little better. I am also making a few changes to my time management habits...we'll see if those help.

Yeah...

So, stop on by for the end of the party, if you think you can handle the fun. The Ding Dongs are all gone, but I still have two candy bars left!

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Vocal Crush

I am in love. With the voice of Brian Stokes Mitchell. Dennis accused me of having a crush on him, and I do. On his voice. It's a vocal crush.

Kate loves his voice too. For her sixteenth birthday, we gave her tickets to his concert. So last night Dennis and I took her out on a big date. A fancy dinner and then the concert. Dennis was a little reluctant, because he didn't understand what he was about to experience. But Mr. Mitchell did not disappoint. I was in HEAVEN. And I'm not ashamed to admit that I wept. Bad music never makes me cry (unless I'm the one making it), but good music never fails to bring tears. And THIS WAS GOOD MUSIC.

If you don't know the voice of Brian Stokes Mitchell, you don't know what you're missing.


This is Mr. Mitchell signing my CD

While he was signing Kate's program,
I quick sneaked around the table
and Dennis snapped a picture.
Mr. Mitchell (who shook Kate's hand,
and introduced himself as Stokes),
was gracious enough to look up and smile.

Yes. That's MY name. On MY CD.
On MY Brian Stokes Mitchell CD.
That I bought last night at his amazing concert.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Melancholy Nostalgia (or Nostalgic Melancholy)

Now if that's not a catchy title for a post, I don't know what is.

My beautiful daughter is sitting at the piano playing Primary songs. At the moment, "I Am a Child of God." She is wearing her new flowy, flowery dress that we got on sale at Dillards for $25 yesterday while we were shopping for homecoming dresses.

"WHOA!" you say.
"HOLD THE PHONE!"
"Did you say homecoming dresses?"

Why yes, yes I did. And it was TOTALLY fun yesterday, and we had a blast. She came out of the dressing room skipping and spinning and acting like...well, like a sixteen year-old girl shopping for homecoming dresses. And we had so much fun together, and she had to drive because I can't drive right now due to the five pounds of attractive black metal and velcro and not-puffy-enough padding I am sporting on my right leg. Still.

Anyway, today she is beautiful. Inside and out. And she's going to her first big dance. And she's my little girl who sat in her Fisher Price wagon and pulled each book off her bookshelf one at a time and read them. And had her blanky that she named "Hucky," whom she loved until he fell apart into thin shreds, and whom she still has tucked into a ziploc bag in her box of treasures. And who held my hand while we walked to Kindergarten together, and who held my hand today while she helped me out to the car.

I am thrilled with the beautiful and confident young woman that she is. I kinda miss the rough and tumble little girl she used to be.

And today we went to a missionary farewell, and it made me miss my missionary. He's out there serving, and I'm packing up a birthday package, because he'll be 20 next week. (There are tears on my keyboard...will that ruin it??) I can't EVEN begin to describe how happy I am that he is on a mission, and how much joy I feel when I see pictures of him out to lunch with all the widows in his branch, or fixing an investigator's broken weed whacker, or standing by a beaming brother in white. But in my heart, I miss the little tow-headed boy with his plastic tool belt, laying on the bathroom floor next to Dad while they fixed the leaky toilet. Or the five year-old with his brand new bike. Or the tender big brother pushing his new baby sister around in the plastic wheel barrow.

I am so proud of him. I miss him so much. And when did the twenty years go by?

Wade is almost twelve. He came downstairs this morning, quite frustrated because he couldn't tie his own tie. Dennis has been teaching him the past several weeks, but it hasn't clicked yet. Wade got on the internet and found a tie tying tutorial, printed it out, stomped back upstairs, went in his room, and slammed the door. Hormones? Yeah. Determination? Yeah.

Where is that round-headed baby with the chubby fists that were constantly clenched in excitement? Where is the three year-old who used to lay on the kitchen floor and cuddle with the 80 pound dog? The little streaker who would dash to the back yard the minute he got out of the tub and shriek until he was apprehended, the boy who needed me to lay on his bedroom floor until he fell asleep at night? He's grown and gone, replaced by a boy who has grown six inches in the past year, and is quickly becoming a handsome young man.

And my baby. Oh, my baby. I grabbed him during church today and forced him to sit on my lap so I could kiss him and love him, because I knew that it would only be a brief moment before he would be standing at the pulpit, giving his missionary farewell. My little monkey who loves rubber boots and all things cowboy, who still gets in bed with me because he wants to cuddle, and who stuffs his pockets with Legos before church each week.

How can I bear to watch them grow and fly? How can I not? The joy is exquisite. The heartache is, too.

It's a nostalgic, melancholy Sunday evening, and I need some tissues.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Eleven Days Later

Now I can bear to talk about it. It's eleven days later, and I'm feeling like maybe it's really going to be OK.

I know, I know, I'm being overdramatic. It's FAR better to be overdramatic that UNDER dramatic, so just give me a break, OK?!

Plus, I know you're just itching to hear the story. Unfortunately for you, it's not a very exciting story. I toyed with the idea of throwing in a few ninjas (Kate's suggestion), or a wakeboard with a double back flip and a half twist, or maybe some gravity boots....but the truth is, while walking home from church, I fell off my shoe, fell down, and broke my foot.

I KNOW!!! What a lame (ha ha, that's a good pun!) thing to happen. So I've been on crutches and in a boot for the past ten days, but yesterday the doctor graduated me from the crutches. Oh, happy day! I HATE those dumb things. So now I don't have to hobble with crutches, I can just hobble all by myself!

Now that I can get around a little and carry my own dishes to the sink and get into the bathroom unassisted, I'm feeling a little better about the whole thing. But that first week or so was pretty rough. Here are a few photos to help increase your pity for my unfortunate situation:

This is right after we got home from the doctor.
The sad face is pretty realistc.

My new boot.

A few days later, and the swelling is...big.

One week later. Nice bruising...

Here I am contemplating wearing my purple sweats to church....

So now we just wait for that little bone to heal up, and we'll be good to go. Several people have asked if I am going to get rid of those shoes, and the answer is, "NO WAY!" They are awesome, and they can't help it if their owner is a klutz!!

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Open Letter

Dear Hacker,

I just wanted to tell you that you are pretty much a FIRST CLASS JERK.

Be nice, for pete's sake. Oh wait, maybe that's too hard for you. Sorry, didn't mean to make you feel bad or inconvenience you or scare your children.

I'd like to know what makes you think you can take other people's private information and attempt to use it for your personal gain. It's selfish, it's rude, and it's wrong. I feel confident that someday, what goes around will come around.

Let's just all get along. Honestly!

Sincerely and with ZERO love,

Me

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Well, Now I Know

I did not serve a mission. I do not know what it's like to leave home for two years and go to a place that I've never been before and live with people that I don't know and preach the gospel full time. But my son knows, and he's helping me understand.












Well, now I know.

Sort of!

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Memories of the Last Week...

The end of the school year has come and gone, and summer will be over in a few weeks. Before I know it, the kids will be back in school, and we'll all be wondering, "Where did the summer go?" Here's a look back at the last week of school...

Wade did an AMAZING project
about the State Fish.
He wrote a book, with facts and pictures,
of ALL 50 STATE FISH.

Wade was {GUESS WHO}
for the 5th Grade's
Famous Americans
Wax Museum...

Did you guess right??

Here he is with Benjamin Franklin...

On the way to Wade and Isaac's LAST DAY OF SCHOOL
(aka The Dance Festival),
Kate's hair was so gorgeous,
I just HAD to take a picture!

The First Grade did a Mexican Hat Dance.
This required Isaac to hold hands with a girl.
He had the funniest grin on his face
THE WHOLE TIME!!

He's so ADORABLE.
I love his goofy grin.

Plus, he can totally dance.

The Fifth Grade danced to Kokomo.
Wade did a great job,
but insisted that he HATED IT!

He's grown about six inches this year.
Two of them since this picture was taken!!

Just see how handsome he is??

Here is Kate and her cute friends...
they had already had their last day of school,
so they came to The Dance Festival
(so they could dance the Boot Scootin' Boogie!!)

Isaac and his awesome teacher, Mrs. Chrystler

Wade and his awesome teacher, Mrs. Lemmon

Wade and his special friend, our crossguard, Bud.

Bud and Wade have a neat relationship. When Kate was in kindergarten, I used to walk her down to school in the afternoons. Wade was just a baby, and I pushed him along in the stroller. As the weather turned colder, Bud, who was the crossguard even then, would load Wade's stroller in the back of his truck and give us a ride home after we had dropped Kate off. I was always so grateful for his help! He watched as the years passed, and waited for Wade to be old enough to come to school. When Wade started kindergarten, Bud was there to help us cross the street. Now Wade is starting his last year of elementary school, and Bud has been there nearly every day. I think Wade really loves him.

Saturday, July 31, 2010

My Little Buttercup, and Other Talents

You really didn't think we would have a Family Reunion without a Talent Show, did you? And you really didn't think I would post about the Family Reunion without posting about the Talent Show, did you? The Talent Show is one of the awesomest things about our reunion...and the talents we display are LEGIT. Seriously. Take a look...

See my Mom with a paper mustache?
LEGIT.
(Later in the show she donned a pioneer bonnet,
and my dad was an Indian)

Kendall and Lainie's bunch singing.

Mark and Anja's crew acted out a cute story.
Owen was the HERO!!

Then at Grandpa's request,
they did a command performance of
The Bubble Gum Song.
These kids can dance.

Matt and Lara's gang sang classic
Mr. Roger's Neighborhood songs.
PRICELESS.

Dennis' talent was showing off the
TWO BOOKS
he had published this year!!
(Yay, Dennis!!)

Kate and I did our usual
Flute Duet.
It gets better every year...
(next year, I'm thinking Kuhlau!!)

And then, we did
"My Little Buttercup," from
"The Three Amigos."
Apparently,
I have no qualms about looking like a blooming
IDIOT.

For example...

Brynn and Kelly do an awesome hula dance.

Brian and Heidi's bunch sang some CUTE
Sandra Boynton songs.
And a funny song about Idaho.

It was an awesome talent show. It was an awesome reunion. We have a lot of fun together, and I can hardly wait for next year!!