I'm pretty sure I've used that title for a past blog, but I don't care!
I have about 12 hours to go before Sav gets home. I'm pretty excited to see her. I have to tell y'all about what happened today.
I begged my mom to come down to Payson to spend time with me. I was feeling super desperate to get out of the house and thankfully my mom had some free time for her oldest daughter. We went to lunch, stopped at a few home decor stores for fun, took Mack to Toys R Us for being a decent sport so that he could look at some "army guns" (his current obsession), and then we went to Costco.
While at Costco I spotted a couple of YW leaders from our ward, with matching camp shirts (the logo was "its a jungle out there," which I think is cute). Anyway, I stroll over and proceed to harass them about whether or not they have run out of food and that is why they were at Costco. They laughed and said they had come down from camp on Tuesday night for some personal responsibilities and were headed back up, but had to make a pitstop to get a birthday cake of some sort to take back to celebrate the YW president's bday.
I asked how Sav was doing and they were super nice, very complimentary about her. They were telling me about how she was such a good sport, and how she participated in the more difficult physical challenges, etc. I could tell they were holding out on me, so I called them on it. They kind of looked at each other and were like, "Oh she cried a little on Monday, she may have been a bit homesick." So then I'm feeling kinda bad for her. Then they say that some girl was mean to Sav. What? Someone was mean to my baby? Why would anyone do that? I prodded, wanting to know the name of the offender. (I had visions of toilet papering dancing through my head...). They were hesitant to tell me, but I assured them that Sav would tell me, so why don't they just give me the name NOW! They told me who the girl was and I wasn't too surprised. Sav is pretty strong willed, but this other girl is 13 going on 20. Even though they are both beehives, the one is way more physically advanced than my girl, and she is a HUGE flirt. Sav hasn't picked up on the finer points of flirtation yet (thank goodness). Anyway, I am anxious to hear the juicy details from my daughter. The leaders said she cried, had some alone time, and then came back and everyone was fine after about 30 minutes.
Oh, the drama of being in Young Women's. And, oh the drama associated with the hormonal shifts that are taking place in those girls' bodies. It is at moments like this that I am ultra grateful for Primary.
Thanks to all the YW leaders out there, past, present and future. You have a place reserved in the CK, a very special, hormone-free place.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
My Girl
I am not the most emotional person I know. In fact a lot of times I consider myself kind of cold and impersonal. I get a little offish with people I don't know until I've had time to get to know them better. I have been seen as stuck up at times, and probably just plain rude.
However, I cry at the slightest provocation from movies or commercials. Once fairly recently Harold and I watched the Mormon movie, Return With Honor. We were 95% through the movie when I turned to Harold and told him how stupid and slow the movie was. Then literally 1-2 minutes later, I was bawling over that dumb movie. Harold was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe I was so fickle about the movie. Here is the thing...I get easily choked up when it comes to family and when it comes to my religion.
Having said that, on Sunday night Sav and I drove over to the stake center to drop off her stuff for girls camp. There were so many parents, girls, camp leaders and members of the stake leadership hauling sleeping bags, backpacks, air mattresses (spoiled!), etc.
I held it together pretty well. We came home and I was fine. Then at 6:45 on Monday morning I had to drive her back to the stake center for the drop off. More girls, more parents, more bins with camp supplies for each ward/stake. I didn't care one iota about any of it. There was just one girl on my mind. My beautiful, fun, excited little Beehive going to her first year of girl's camp.
We had failed to give her a big enough duffel bag so she ended up putting WAY too much in her backpack. She was back heavy. She had me put in foam curlers the night before so her hair was all wavy and cute, she was wearing her new Dollar Store white bedazzled sunglasses and clutching her pillow. We waited in the car until her good friend showed up, then we unloaded and started walking. When we arrived at her friend's truck (the friends mom is our ward camp director, brave-wonderful woman!)
As we arrived I put my arms around her, gave her a huge hug and kissed her repeatedly on her right cheek. Quick, happy, I-Love-You kisses, about 8-12 or so. I told her I loved her, to have fun, stay safe and I'd see her on Friday.
Then as I walked away my eyes started to pool up. Even now my eyes are pooling up thinking about it. Darn I love that girl. She has made me so proud as a mother. I can already see that she and I will be great friends when she is older and wants me as a friend. She has a great sense of humor. It has only been 35 hours since I said goodbye and she will return in 65, so I'm about half way there.
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can...
However, I cry at the slightest provocation from movies or commercials. Once fairly recently Harold and I watched the Mormon movie, Return With Honor. We were 95% through the movie when I turned to Harold and told him how stupid and slow the movie was. Then literally 1-2 minutes later, I was bawling over that dumb movie. Harold was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe I was so fickle about the movie. Here is the thing...I get easily choked up when it comes to family and when it comes to my religion.
Having said that, on Sunday night Sav and I drove over to the stake center to drop off her stuff for girls camp. There were so many parents, girls, camp leaders and members of the stake leadership hauling sleeping bags, backpacks, air mattresses (spoiled!), etc.
I held it together pretty well. We came home and I was fine. Then at 6:45 on Monday morning I had to drive her back to the stake center for the drop off. More girls, more parents, more bins with camp supplies for each ward/stake. I didn't care one iota about any of it. There was just one girl on my mind. My beautiful, fun, excited little Beehive going to her first year of girl's camp.
We had failed to give her a big enough duffel bag so she ended up putting WAY too much in her backpack. She was back heavy. She had me put in foam curlers the night before so her hair was all wavy and cute, she was wearing her new Dollar Store white bedazzled sunglasses and clutching her pillow. We waited in the car until her good friend showed up, then we unloaded and started walking. When we arrived at her friend's truck (the friends mom is our ward camp director, brave-wonderful woman!)
As we arrived I put my arms around her, gave her a huge hug and kissed her repeatedly on her right cheek. Quick, happy, I-Love-You kisses, about 8-12 or so. I told her I loved her, to have fun, stay safe and I'd see her on Friday.
Then as I walked away my eyes started to pool up. Even now my eyes are pooling up thinking about it. Darn I love that girl. She has made me so proud as a mother. I can already see that she and I will be great friends when she is older and wants me as a friend. She has a great sense of humor. It has only been 35 hours since I said goodbye and she will return in 65, so I'm about half way there.
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can...
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Improvement
72%
Last year I took this quiz and I was at 48%, so I've improved! If you want to put it that way. Can you believe that it has been over 1 year since I started this blog. I officially started on June 18, 2007. I started off with posts about weight loss, things I ate, my weigh ins. Then I switched to something far more interesting, MY LIFE. I posted about Harold's gallbladder, crazy BYU life, my kids attitudes for better or worse, anything and everything.
So, how have I improved? I want opinions. What was your favorite past blog? When did you see the light and take a look? What would you say is the overall tone of my blog? Do I share too much? Am I overly critical of the world around me? Do I bring joy or fear into your hearts? Let me know.....Consider this my blog suggestion box.
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Last year I took this quiz and I was at 48%, so I've improved! If you want to put it that way. Can you believe that it has been over 1 year since I started this blog. I officially started on June 18, 2007. I started off with posts about weight loss, things I ate, my weigh ins. Then I switched to something far more interesting, MY LIFE. I posted about Harold's gallbladder, crazy BYU life, my kids attitudes for better or worse, anything and everything.
So, how have I improved? I want opinions. What was your favorite past blog? When did you see the light and take a look? What would you say is the overall tone of my blog? Do I share too much? Am I overly critical of the world around me? Do I bring joy or fear into your hearts? Let me know.....Consider this my blog suggestion box.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Quickie: Weekend Highlight
We drove to Wyoming to spend time with H's extended family this past weekend. He has some of the greatest cousins and I love seeing them and talking them. Plus, Momma G came, Louis and Britty (haven't seen her since her wedding last year).
We enjoyed the party for Lois and Dale, 60 years is amazing, and I cried when Dale sang "Accentuate the Positive." He really is a fine example of positive living. I'm going to post the video later.
We got to drive home with Britty, she was playing airport leapfrog, flying into Denver, flying out of SLC, and into CA before getting back to Oregon.
Harold was driving at a respectable 79-80, using cruise control the whole way. Except.....he was in the left lane passing a truck when he decided he better bust a move faster to allow for the car in the right lane to slide in behind him. Harold busted up to 88 mph and a few moments later, red and blue lights flashing. The state patrolman gave us a $10 "discount" for wearing our seatbelts. Whatever, don't do me any favors. Lame, lame, lame. Like I need another $120 bill in my life. Britty kept apologizing, saying it was her fault Harold was speeding. But I assured her that it was not her fault at all, this is how Harold drives. I am just happy he has been using the cruise control lately, trying to conserve on gas by not gunning the engine. He was going to do what he did whether or not Britty needed to get to the airport on time.
On Sunday we made arrangements to have dinner with Dale, his friend Molly, as well as Dane and Bridget. We knew with Dale in town we might have the "kids" down for dinner. I love saying that, it cracks me up. But we did launch into a discussion with the kids about how they have siblings "as old as you are, Jeanna and Harold." Hmmm, yep, we're old. Dang you for pointing that out....and you know who you are......
Louis also stayed with us Sunday night. His daughter is in the ICU in Provo, she has a nasty infection, ends up it is called Lemeirre's disease. (I didn't check the spelling). Starts out as a throat infection, becomes a nastier infection, moves into the lungs, kidneys and even the brain (but it didn't go there with her.) Louis has stayed her the past couple of nights and we are happy to have him. We enjoy Paige a lot and are grateful we can do something to help.
Yesterday we picked up Cheyenne at the airport. She is here this week to visit her cousins and so far today it is 3:17 and nobody in this house has had a shower. So you could say we are having fun. No excuse for the mom, but hey who needs a shower when you aren't leaving the house?
We enjoyed the party for Lois and Dale, 60 years is amazing, and I cried when Dale sang "Accentuate the Positive." He really is a fine example of positive living. I'm going to post the video later.
We got to drive home with Britty, she was playing airport leapfrog, flying into Denver, flying out of SLC, and into CA before getting back to Oregon.
Harold was driving at a respectable 79-80, using cruise control the whole way. Except.....he was in the left lane passing a truck when he decided he better bust a move faster to allow for the car in the right lane to slide in behind him. Harold busted up to 88 mph and a few moments later, red and blue lights flashing. The state patrolman gave us a $10 "discount" for wearing our seatbelts. Whatever, don't do me any favors. Lame, lame, lame. Like I need another $120 bill in my life. Britty kept apologizing, saying it was her fault Harold was speeding. But I assured her that it was not her fault at all, this is how Harold drives. I am just happy he has been using the cruise control lately, trying to conserve on gas by not gunning the engine. He was going to do what he did whether or not Britty needed to get to the airport on time.
On Sunday we made arrangements to have dinner with Dale, his friend Molly, as well as Dane and Bridget. We knew with Dale in town we might have the "kids" down for dinner. I love saying that, it cracks me up. But we did launch into a discussion with the kids about how they have siblings "as old as you are, Jeanna and Harold." Hmmm, yep, we're old. Dang you for pointing that out....and you know who you are......
Louis also stayed with us Sunday night. His daughter is in the ICU in Provo, she has a nasty infection, ends up it is called Lemeirre's disease. (I didn't check the spelling). Starts out as a throat infection, becomes a nastier infection, moves into the lungs, kidneys and even the brain (but it didn't go there with her.) Louis has stayed her the past couple of nights and we are happy to have him. We enjoy Paige a lot and are grateful we can do something to help.
Yesterday we picked up Cheyenne at the airport. She is here this week to visit her cousins and so far today it is 3:17 and nobody in this house has had a shower. So you could say we are having fun. No excuse for the mom, but hey who needs a shower when you aren't leaving the house?
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Car Goblins
Is it my imagination or have we had what seems like more than our fair share of car trouble? After spending $730 on the van we found out it needs $530 more to "maybe" get it to pass safety and emissions so we can update the registration. The van now sits idly, once again, in the garage. I think I have finally talked Harold into selling the darn thing. We will probably ask $3000 for it, knowing that if it was up and running we could get $4000-4500 out of it. Hopefully we can get an offer that will allow us to purchase another commuter car for Harold, as he will be driving twice the distance he currently does due to a new UoP building being completed in American Fork. Nothing quite as fun as twice the commute, twice the gas.
As you recall, a few months back, right after purchasing our 2006 Sonata we hit a major hole in the road, damaging the front passenger tire/rim. We got that fixed. Then on Saturday, as Harold was driving, it felt like we ran over something like mesh. I asked Harold what that was and he says, "I think the tire just blew." Um....and within seconds it was confirmed, we could feel that one of the tires was gone, probably the front passenger tire. We pulled over and sure enough, there were some major holes in the sides of the tire.
It was about 100 degrees out and Harold dutifully changed the tire and put the donut on. Lovely. While he was jacking up the car, along comes a guy who asks if we are out of gas. Huh? Can you see the flat tire and the jack here? Apparently that guy had run out of gas and was willing to help us if we were "as stupid as I am." Nope, not that stupid, at least not today.
Then along comes Matt. See, we were all on our way to Amy's for a double b-day party for her kids. Matt offers some moral support, takes the frozen/refrigerated items that needed to get to Amy's ASAP and he took off.
Is there a Car Goblin amongst us? Do other people have these horrible things happen to them as often as they happen to us and I am just the biggest whiner about it?
Got another tire for the Sonata, a used tire that cost $47 instead of $147, but it looks brand new and according to the wear and tear report, it is practically new. Lucky us.
Despite our trials we really are blessed.
As you recall, a few months back, right after purchasing our 2006 Sonata we hit a major hole in the road, damaging the front passenger tire/rim. We got that fixed. Then on Saturday, as Harold was driving, it felt like we ran over something like mesh. I asked Harold what that was and he says, "I think the tire just blew." Um....and within seconds it was confirmed, we could feel that one of the tires was gone, probably the front passenger tire. We pulled over and sure enough, there were some major holes in the sides of the tire.
It was about 100 degrees out and Harold dutifully changed the tire and put the donut on. Lovely. While he was jacking up the car, along comes a guy who asks if we are out of gas. Huh? Can you see the flat tire and the jack here? Apparently that guy had run out of gas and was willing to help us if we were "as stupid as I am." Nope, not that stupid, at least not today.
Then along comes Matt. See, we were all on our way to Amy's for a double b-day party for her kids. Matt offers some moral support, takes the frozen/refrigerated items that needed to get to Amy's ASAP and he took off.
Is there a Car Goblin amongst us? Do other people have these horrible things happen to them as often as they happen to us and I am just the biggest whiner about it?
Got another tire for the Sonata, a used tire that cost $47 instead of $147, but it looks brand new and according to the wear and tear report, it is practically new. Lucky us.
Despite our trials we really are blessed.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Putting Pop Culture In It's Place
Any girl out there between the ages of 12 and 50ish in the state of Utah is aware that the new Stephenie Meyer book is coming out on August 4, right? The title is Breaking Dawn. I am excited for this book, I love a good series and I especially love it when the series wraps up. I will miss my characters, but I will be able to revisit them whenever I want to borrow the books from friends (I am way too cheap to purchase books, especially at full price). I am wishing I had one of those "Team Edward" t-shirts. (You Jacob fans out there, and you know who you are, don't bother telling me Jacob is better, I am thoroughly devoted to Edward!!)
My point is that there are A LOT of women out there who have read and LOVE these books. So we were in Denver last week and missed our home ward sacrament meeting, but this is what I heard....from Karen....A woman came to speak and was talking about a guy whose skin sparkles in the sunlight. Karen barely heard what this woman was saying because her kids (Karen's) were commanding all of Karen's attention. Karen thought maybe this lady's kid had some sort of skin condition. So Karen goes into the library (she serves as ward librarian, or assistant) and the other librarian proceeds to tell Karen that the lady in sacrament meeting was talking about Edward in the book Eclipse.
What? Someone was really quoting from Stephenie Meyer's book in sacrament meeting? That is hilarious! Almost as funny as when people used to bear their testimonies that The Work and The Glory book series was true.
What are people thinking? I don't mind mentioning pop culture in Sunday School or R.S., and even then a teacher should be very careful, but over the pulpit in sacrament meeting?
I hate to say this, but maybe there should be a memo about this from Salt Lake. I would classify this kind of memo under the "I thought that was obvious" kind of category of memo's from SLC. I feel bad, I am sure this lady was well intentioned, but this kind of activity isn't such a good idea.
Since I won't be purchasing this book, I have a friend in the ward who says I can have her copy to read as soon as she is finished. Since she will be picking up her copy on midnight August 2, I am pretty sure she will be handing over this treasure sometime on Sunday August 3. I cannot wait!!!
My point is that there are A LOT of women out there who have read and LOVE these books. So we were in Denver last week and missed our home ward sacrament meeting, but this is what I heard....from Karen....A woman came to speak and was talking about a guy whose skin sparkles in the sunlight. Karen barely heard what this woman was saying because her kids (Karen's) were commanding all of Karen's attention. Karen thought maybe this lady's kid had some sort of skin condition. So Karen goes into the library (she serves as ward librarian, or assistant) and the other librarian proceeds to tell Karen that the lady in sacrament meeting was talking about Edward in the book Eclipse.
What? Someone was really quoting from Stephenie Meyer's book in sacrament meeting? That is hilarious! Almost as funny as when people used to bear their testimonies that The Work and The Glory book series was true.
What are people thinking? I don't mind mentioning pop culture in Sunday School or R.S., and even then a teacher should be very careful, but over the pulpit in sacrament meeting?
I hate to say this, but maybe there should be a memo about this from Salt Lake. I would classify this kind of memo under the "I thought that was obvious" kind of category of memo's from SLC. I feel bad, I am sure this lady was well intentioned, but this kind of activity isn't such a good idea.
Since I won't be purchasing this book, I have a friend in the ward who says I can have her copy to read as soon as she is finished. Since she will be picking up her copy on midnight August 2, I am pretty sure she will be handing over this treasure sometime on Sunday August 3. I cannot wait!!!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Mamma Mia!
Last night the kids slept over at Lucinda's house. This meant that H and I had an opportunity to have a mini date night so we elected to go see Mamma Mia. I enjoy Abba music, and H knows more songs than I know, so I figured it would be fun. The funniest part of the whole experience was that H was one of about 8 or 9 men in the entire theater. There were women everywhere, pregnant women, friends, families, loads of them. A lot came with multiple girlfriends. On our way into the theater a man asked what we were seeing and when Harold told said "Mamma Mia, a chick flick" and the guy said, "Maybe next week she'll see Dark Knight with you." Nope, I don't think so buddy. A little too dark for me I think. So H suffered through a chick flick with me. Here's the thing: I don't enjoy musicals. I am pretty sure I will suffer a major blogging backlash from admitting that, but it is entirely true. One of my favorite parts of the movie Sabrina is when Harrison Ford's character asks his secretary to get him tickets to the most popular show on Broadway and she says, "That will be a musical where periodically the actors will burst into song and start dancing." And he grimly agrees to it because he wants to impress Sabrina. I feel as Harrison did, ugh, if I must!
Mamma Mia was a musical, UGH! Of course the Dancing Queen number was pretty good, and Take a Chance on Me was pretty funny too. Other than that, not so much. Plus there are really no morals to speak of in this film. A woman who slept with 3 men all around the same time so she doesn't know the father of her daughter. The daughter desperately wants to know who her father is so he can walk her down the aisle. At one point in the church the girl says to Meryl Streep, "I don't care if you slept with 100 men." Then the camera pans over to the preacher who has a shocked look on his face. Yep, because the preacher is apparently the only person on the planet who might object to such behavior. Ick.
Plus, I hate to pick on someone's singing, because it isn't like I can sing well enough to be cast into a musical, but Pierce Brosnan really can't sing. He can't. He's nice to look at, and his accent is magical, but his singing is awful. Meryl, on the other hand, can sing, amazingly enough. And the girl who played Sophie really had a nice voice too.
But, all in all, I would go with a Ho Hum rating on this movie. Sorry folks!
Mamma Mia was a musical, UGH! Of course the Dancing Queen number was pretty good, and Take a Chance on Me was pretty funny too. Other than that, not so much. Plus there are really no morals to speak of in this film. A woman who slept with 3 men all around the same time so she doesn't know the father of her daughter. The daughter desperately wants to know who her father is so he can walk her down the aisle. At one point in the church the girl says to Meryl Streep, "I don't care if you slept with 100 men." Then the camera pans over to the preacher who has a shocked look on his face. Yep, because the preacher is apparently the only person on the planet who might object to such behavior. Ick.
Plus, I hate to pick on someone's singing, because it isn't like I can sing well enough to be cast into a musical, but Pierce Brosnan really can't sing. He can't. He's nice to look at, and his accent is magical, but his singing is awful. Meryl, on the other hand, can sing, amazingly enough. And the girl who played Sophie really had a nice voice too.
But, all in all, I would go with a Ho Hum rating on this movie. Sorry folks!
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