Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Friday, March 16, 2012


It had to happen sooner or later.

And I've kind of known it was coming for a while.

But it is still sad and painful, and I'm really struggling.


Yesterday, Dennis called me, and when I tried to flip my phone open to answer, it only opened about two inches.  So I closed it and tried again.  Still won't open.  So I put it back in my pocket because I was about to go in to a meeting.  An hour later, I tried again, and it opened just fine, but the screen was black.  So I took out the battery and put it back in, and turned it on, and it buzzed just like it was supposed to, and my heart was happy because my trusty friend seemed to be OK.  But then I tried to call Dennis back, and the screen was still black!!!  OH NO!!!  So I hurried to my office and called Dennis on my office line, and reported the horrible news.

He immediately understood the gravity of my situation, and although he didn't say it, I think he was silently chastising me because I told him about 10 days ago that my cell phone was fine and I did not want him to get me a new one for my birthday.  So he came to my office and picked me up and took me cell phone shopping.

I hate cell phone shopping.

I loved my old pink Razor.  It had all my favorite wallpaper pictures on it.  The picture I took of Isaac when he was about four years old, asleep on the couch all wrapped in his favorite blankie.  The picture I took of the flowers one of Paul's friends gave me at Paul's 18th birthday party.  Pictures at my graduation.  Pictures of Wade's broken arm.  Pictures of Kate with Brian Stokes Mitchell.  A picture of Paul at the airport right when he came home from his mission.  All the pictures I would look at when I was lonely for my family while I was at work or traveling.  All gone.

What about my saved texts?  I had eight messages that I have been saving for years.  One that Dennis sent me when the new First Presidency was announced.  One from Kate when she was visiting Kendall and Lainie in San Francisco, telling me all about spitting off the Golden Gate bridge, and going to In-n-Out and renting movies and having the twins jump on her bed in the morning and putting their cold toes on her tummy.  One from Paul when he was a senior in high school and I got a text from him that said, "I love you."  And I texted back and asked if he was OK, and he said, "Yes.  We just read a sad poem about a kid who's mom dies and it made me miss you."  One from Dennis when I was traveling last year that said, "Isaac said that every morning he gets a rare feeling that means he misses you."  One from Paul on his mission wishing me a Happy Birthday.  Another one from Paul on his mission that said, "We are singing 'Love at Home' and it's reminding me of getting in trouble!"  (When Paul and Kate used to fight, I would make them stand in the corner and sing "Love at Home."  Not one of my best parenting they both hate that song...).  All gone.

And my contact list!  Oh, my poor, gone contacts!  Since I was afraid of this very thing happening, I had a paper list of all my phone contacts. (It's a long and complicated story about why I didn't keep my contacts on my SIM card, but I didn't, so there you go).  But now I have to type them all back in, and wouldn't you know it, the functions on my new phone are just different enough that every time I want to make a space, I get a random punctuation mark, and I still can't figure out how to make capital letters.  And I am NOT a texter who forgoes capitalization and punctuation rules just because I'm texting.  I just can't do it.

And if you must know, the answer is yes.  Yes, I cried.  Big, hot tears that rolled down my cheeks as I thought about all my gone photos.  All my gone texts.  My inability to find the capital letter of my choice.

I am so sad.

Dennis teased me because he knows I hate change, and this is definitely change.  But I don't think it's all that funny.  And yes, I will learn to text with my new phone (it has a QWERTY keyboard for Pete's Sake, I ought to be able to make that work!), and I'll forget what it was like to find the capital letters on my old pink Razor.  But my new phone is NOT pink, and I don't have my pictures, and my sweet old texts. 

So I'll try to pick up the pieces and move on, but I think my heart will always have a little ache for the things that are gone.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Words of Wisdom

Isaac has been working hard in school lately.  Every week, one of his homework assignments is to use his spelling words in a sentence.  Isaac tries very hard to use as many words as he can in each sentence, and he comes up with some pretty amazing sentences!  Especially since he doesn't always know the meaning of the words he is using...  For example:

1.  The soil was spoiled in foil.
2.  He enjoys rude soybeans.
3.  The coins are loyal to the checkpoint.
4.  The voice shook the joyful spoon.
5.  The coy person pointed to a boiled egg.
6.  The toiling person made a choice to be noisy.
7.  I make noise.

1.  The plack took a scoop from his tooth and chewed on it.
2.  The huge cruise was spooky.
3.  He threw his hue colred ball.
4.  The bird roosted.
5.  He strewn juice everyware!
6.  His chute has cubes in it.
7.  "I have proof that moods can change our day!" said Bob.
8.  The smooth dune stuck to me like glue.
9.  The rude guy was mute.

1.  The magic cubes take turns turning mules into loops.
2.  He shook the clue jar with a gloom spoon.
3.  He throws his shoe in the stew.
4.  Look at the rude blue tube!
5.  He had a firm true childhood.
6.  The goose in the classroom learns.

Or there's this gem:

My cammle yelled, "You smell!"
I sculded, "Bad cammle!"
You screamed, "A talking cammle!"

He also worked very hard on his animal report, complete with homemade habitat box:

Penguins are fun animals.  Let's explore their world!

Penguins are black and white sea birds that live in Antarctica.  Penguins aren't like normal birds.  Unlike most, they swim!  Penguins have feathers.  But not like a normal bird.  Theirs are ment for swimming.  Penguins can't fly.  A bird like a robin was bilt for flying.  Penguins  are made for swimming.  Not flying.  Penguins look sort of like normal birds.  But you can't see their legs!

I think my favorite breed is the Emperor Penguin.  They stand two to three feet tall!

Penguins prefer ice cold areas.  Basically, all penguins ever see is ice.  Antarctica only gets about two inches of snow each year!

Penguins like to eat krill, fish, and squid.  Most of them hunt for food in the ocean!

Penguins' young are called chicks.  Chicks sit under their mom's or dad's brood patch till they are old enough to go out.  If you see a chick it won't look like a penguin at all!  It has a black beak, it's fuzzy, and its feet are black, too!

Penguins' chicks like to slide down hill on their tummy.  Penguins aren't the only birds that can't fly!  Penguins' feathers are water proof!  Emperor Penguins' eye brows are orange!

Now you have explored the amazing world of penguins!

1.  Wikipedia
2.  Mind

Don't you wish you were as smart as my third grader?

Friday, March 2, 2012

He Loves Her

Last night my baby boy proposed to his sweetheart.  My heart was pounding and my hands were shaking, and I don't know how he sang "I Thought I Loved You Then" and played his guitar without passing out.  He took off his hat and he got down on one knee, and I don't know exactly what he said, but sweet Nicole nodded her head a lot, and then they hugged and kissed, and lots of people cried.  It was beautiful and perfect and I know Nicole knows that she is one lucky girl.

Wish you could have seen it?  Well, I'm a wish granter, so here you go.

You're welcome.