Monthly Archives: April 2007

Just when you thought you’d heard enough…

some one goes and asks me another 5 questions, and you have to suffer through all the answers here. 😉

Deb sent me these questions a while ago and I’ve been procrastinating, so here we go:

1.  From one accident prone person to another:  What was your most memorable “lack of grace” moment?

Gee, there are just so many to choose from. 😉 My most memorable, huh? (This is the main reason I’ve procrastinated, Deb, I just can’t choose one out of the millions, heh).  I suppose I could tell about the time I accidently nailed one of our church leaders where it counts with a snowball, or then there are the jillions of times I’ve cascaded down stairs, or crashed into doors.  There’s the time I dumped (accidently of course) gingerale all over my best friend’s homecoming dress, or when I body slammed one of those door posts that stands in the middle of a double door.  Oh, and there’s the lawn mower toe and all the times friends have hauled me back off a curb as I’ve stepped off, twisting my ankle and trying to plunge into the oncomeing cars.  But, no, I think I will tell the epilady story.  I may have told this one before, so bear with me if I have. . . .

I was on my mission in Chile, I had been in Chile for nearly 6 months and was getting a very good handle on the language.  We had a number of people we were teaching and seeing regularly.  It was so easy to get to be close friends with the Chilean people quickly, I loved my time there.  When we are on a mission we are always with a companion, mainly for safety reasons, I can sure tell you I wouldn’t want to wander the streets of Chile alone being a young blond American girl (shudder) who speaks spanish only semi well.  At this particular time I had a companion from Bolivia, and she was so sweet.  One particular morning she was shaving her legs with an epilady.  “You, should try it,” she tells me in spanish, “you don’t have to shave for a long time.” 

“Doesn’t it hurt?” I inquired.  She assured me that it didn’t hurt much and me, forgetting momentarily my very sensitive skin gave in and gave it a whirl.  Most of you know that an epilady basically plucks out all the hairs on your legs.  It hurt some, but what was worse was the reaction after wards.  Because of my super sensitive skin I had red dots and splotches all over my legs – it looked like I had some horrid rash.

We had no time to worry about that however because we were off to visit a family that was very close to us.  Now, it was not an easy feat for me to traverse the sidewalks of chile, as often they would be broken and uneven, and just calling to me for some klutzy disaster.

As we approached the family’s house I saw that they were all outside, and I was excited to see them.  I flung my arm in the air to wave a hearty hello and started to shout a hearty “Hola!”  Right at that moment with my arm in the air and the word barely begining to escape from my vocal cords I hit an uneven piece of sidewalk and my ankle gave.  My “hola” turned into an “Holaaaaaaaah!” as I flew forward with such force that my backpack disengaged from my body.  I watched as it soared, almost in slow motion, over my head in a beautiful arc.  It’s flight to freedom ended with a dull thud at the feet of the papa, as the whole family stared at me in open mouthed horror, or most probably bemusement, because I must have looked terribly funny.  So there I was, on my hands and knees gasping for breath, blushing furiously, and staring at my backpack in the distance when I felt the Paps hand on my arm helping my up.  With a worried voice he asked, “Hermana (sister), Hermana, are you ok?”  I mumbled something somewhat incoherent about being fine when he caught a glimpse of one of my freshly epiladied legs (I was wearing a skirt, just past mid calf, so they were plainly visible).  “Hermana! Your leg! What did you do, are you sure you are ok?”  In horror I stared at my companion, trying desperately not to dislove into a puddle of laughter right there on the sidewalk.  I don’t remember what excuse I came up with, but I just know I managed to leave out the epilady, for how do you explain that to a man?  Aye, aye aye! 🙂

2.  You wake up one morning and find a time machine in your back yard, fully operational.  What era would you journey too and why?

Garsh, there are so many to choose from – but having just past Easter, I would love to transport to the time the Christ was on the earth.  It would be something amazing to have been hear and to see and hear the Savior in person, could you imagine?  I would have loved to sit at His feet and be taught by the Son of God.

3.  What’s your favorite song, and what special meaning does it hold for you?

I don’t know that I have a favorite song, or maybe it’s just that I have a lot of favorites.  There is one song that is very very old called “Lullaby Land” that I just love.  you probably wouldn’t ever find a recording of it, but the song has been in our family for years.  I remember my mom playing it on the piano when I was a little girl and she would sing the words to all of us, and to Grandma.  As I got older I learned to play it and mom and I and all the rest of us would gather round the piano and sing that song along with numerous others.  It holds so much memory.  I think that song has to be one of my favorites.

4.  Your favorite genre of writing?

Children’s of course! 🙂  In children’s I like to writing commical fiction about children getting into one scrape after another (sound familiar?), I also like to write fantasy/fairy tale type stories too.  I more recently have really enjoyed poetry, as with kids it is easier to finish a poem which is usually rather short in length, rather than an entire story.

5.    What teacher impacted you the most in your school life?

There are three teachers that impacted me the most.  First was my third grade teacher, Mrs. Trask who taught me that school and learning was indeed fun and that I could accomplish anything I put my mind to.  Second was my 6,7, & 8th grade science teacher, Mr. Blanchard.  He was funny, challenging, and loved his students – and let us eat crickets, how cool is that? 🙂  heh  Last was my band director all through highschool, Mr. Elliot.  You learnd a lot more in music than just music. 🙂

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Easter

When Paul and I were married we made a decision about Easter that has carried into tradition ever since.  Easter is a special holiday to me and a wonderful celebration of Christ’s resurrection.  We decided that we wanted to seperate the serious spiritual side of Easter from the fun side so we created our own special day that occurs on Saturday – we call it Bunny Day.  The Easter Bunny then comes on Saturday and leaves the goodies for the kids, we hid eggs and have a grand time.  On Sunday we focus on the real meaning of Easter.  We have special lessons and I don’t have to worry about wrestling toys and candy away from kids in order to get ready for church.  We have really enjoyed these traditions.

Here are a couple of “Bunny Day” photos from Saturday: (We were busy enough trying to keep track of the kids during the Easter egg hunt we didn’t take many pictures – I was a little derilict in my camera duty in general this Easter)

Easter basket time

“CHEESE!” – That’s my cheesy boy. There is just something about this picture that puts a grin on my face and makes me all giggly and giddy inside.

"Cheese!"

When Jacob had surgery two years ago on Easter Sunday a new tradition was born of going to the hospital to help with Holiday dinners.  A wonderful lady named Sandi organizes this special service and ever since we first partook of that wonderful meal as we waited for news on Jacob’s surgery we have gone back.  We don’t really do much, most of the time Sandi has volunteers already there to help, but I hope we manage to bring some comfort into the lives of those we visit with.

Here is a pic of all our family with Sandi – for now it is the best photo of the girl’s in their dresses. We were rushed and busy enough Easter day between church and the hospital and such that we didn’t get a really good photo of the kids in their Easter get-up, but I’ll dress them up tonight and take a better photo, so check in later for a better shot. 🙂

Easter Dinner at Hospital

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Eek! (or in other words a catch up random post)

An entire week, plus has passed and I have hardly made it to my computer – I have writing assignments overdue and I miss my blog friends. 🙂  I have come to the hard realization that computer time with adventurous toddlers just doesn’t happen – when the lap top isn’t working right anyway.  It is actually working great, but for some reason isn’t connecting to our wireless network and so I can’t get my writing/blogging done.  And dissapearing into an office with Jacob running around just doesn’t work too well.

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Last week I was talking with a friend on the phone while Jacob was finishing his breakfast.  I was watchig him as I cleaned up the room and talking.  At one point my back was turned and I suddenly heard this terrible gagging sound.  “What on earth is that?” I wondered as I turned to scan the room.  Jacob was choking on a piece of cereal. I flung my friend unceremoniously on the table and began thumping his back. Thank goodness after a few quick whacks  he shot the piece back out.  He looked rather startled and took some time to breathe and then just gave me a big toothy grin and amidst my lecture of chew your food happily munched away.  I hovered pretty close after that – nothing like getting your heart beating a bit fast.

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I have funny ideas about the dresses my girls wear – ok, well there not funny to me, but some people think I am funny.  I can’t stand for my girls to wear sleaveless dresses, or really short ones.  Too many people try to make kids – girls in particular grow up too fast, or make bad attitudes look cool by printing words on t-shirts like “brat” or stupidity look good with “clueless” or whatever abnoxious things they can find.  Usually I can find at least one dress for each girl that is affordable and modest (ie, not sleeveless or looking like a mini skirt) but not this year.  That is why, had you come to visit on Friday, you would have found a haggard me sewing maically away in an attempt to complete three dress by Saturday.  I did it, and they are quite cute (and all matching) if my may say so myself.

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It’s really hard to have fun Easter egg hunts in the rain.

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Elizabeth had her first two official softball practices with her team this last week and is loving it.

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Our Easter day yesterday was just wonderful.  In the spirit of or new tradition we drove up to the hospital and helped with the Easter dinner.  It seems almost odd that it has been two years already.  Sometimes it’s hard to remember that though his surgery was on Easter Sunday the actual date was March 27th.  Which was the reason we didn’t realize until we had already scheduled the date of his mini surgery that  we had sceduled it on his 2 year anniversary – it was a little odd, but had the same glowing results. 🙂  Anyway, I digress.  We mainly remember his surgery anniversary by associating it with the holiday.  We don’t really do much at these dinners, often time the lady organizing it all will have other volunteers and everything is taken care of by the time we get there, but we do talk.  We talk with the staff, we talk with the parents, and I guess even if that seems small, I remember how much just a short talk with someone who understood meant to me.  We got to see our favorite super nurse of the ICU too – and that is always special. 🙂

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Something Grand

I decided to add my grand announcement and join the ranks of a few of my fellow blogging friends….

 I’M EXPECTING!!!!!

So, there you have it.

April 1, 1980 (or there abouts)

“Dad! Dad! The sheep got out of pasture, come quick!” I was panting from charging up the hill and into the house.  Dad looked up in surprise and went running out the back door, as I sat silently inside holding my sides and chuckling.

April 1, 1981

“Dad! Dad! The sheep got out of pasture, come quick!” I was panting from charging up the hill and into the house. Dad looked up in surprise and went running out the back door, as I sat silently inside holding my sides and chuckling.

April 1, 1982

“Dad! Dad! The sheep got out of pasture, come quick!” I was panting from charging up the hill and into the house. Dad looked up in surprise and went running out the back door, as I sat silently inside holding my sides and chuckling.

April 1, 1983

“Dad! Dad! The sheep got out of pasture, come quick!” I was panting from charging up the hill and into the house. Dad looked up in surprise and went running out the back door, as I sat silently inside holding my sides and chuckling.

April 1, 1984

“Dad! Dad! The sheep got out of pasture, come quick!” I was panting from charging up the hill and into the house. Dad looked up in surprise and went running out the back door, as I sat silently inside holding my sides and chuckling.

April 1, 1985

“Dad! Dad! The sheep got out of pasture, come quick!” I was panting from charging up the hill and into the house. Dad looked up in surprise and went running out the back door, as I sat silently inside holding my sides and chuckling.

I think after my tenth year I finally laid off of the joke. But, every year without fail my dad would go charging out the door – I think I knew that he knew I was joking, but it made me feel like a million bucks every time he went running out there to look. What an awesome Dad I have! 🙂

Oh, and about earlier comments:

APRIL FOOLS!!!! Well, I suppose I really am expecting, I’m just not sure what -and I definitely am not expecting what you thought I was expecting. 🙂 But now, after this post I am most definitely expecting your comments.

 Oh, and I guess you know what to expect next year! 🙂

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