Monthly Archives: January 2009

Work in Progress

If I don’t seem to be around as much as when the new year first kicked off, it is because I have become immersed in a new book. I was hit with this spectacular idea and I just can’t let it go.

I have been a writing fiend the last while, and I have decided that writing this book is like chocolate – ADDICTING. Plot points and twists are always popping up in my head and I have to jot stray notes down on paper anytime my computer isn’t near. I’m calling my friends and gleefully giggling over things my characters decide to do.

Granted, I am still keeping things in balance with being a mom and wife, but I my fingers and brain itch for the quiet moments when the kids are in bed and chores accomplished that I can attack my book again.

I am even dreaming it.

It will be a YA novel, called the Forbidden Fairytale. I’m 13,000 words into it and counting – the fun has just begun!



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The Marvel of Music

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I don’t know exactly how it started, though I think it may have originated with my brother who started attending Ricks College the summer before me. Every Sunday a small group of us would walk off campus, past numerous student housing apartments to a small nursing home on the hill.

I was recruited namely form my piano ability, the rest came to sing. There was a beautiful grand piano in a large lobby area where the residents would gather. I’d crack open my hymn book and we would sing until voices were hoarse. We started with only about five of us. The piano plus a quartet, and we gradually grew. Before long there were easily twenty to thirty of us on some Sundays.

Small groups would break off and roam the halls, singing as they went. It was wonderful to see the face of the residents. How music stirred and lifted them. Brought cheer into their lives. Often we woud visit afterwards, and they had such wonderful stories to tell.

It was the first time he held my hand, on our way home from one of those visits. One of the girls in the group had hinted upon our arrival at the nursing home that my hands were terribly cold, so as we walked back to campus he suavely scooped my hand into his and tucked into his pocket. I still remember the thrill and grin like a giggly teenager whenever I think of that moment.

Those were some of my favorite times, playing and singing at the nursing home, expecially when he was with me. We didn’t have the oportunity much after we were married. We had kids, and it seemed that making it to a nursing home to play music was too hard to juggle with the children.

Then a couple weeks ago someone supplied me with a brilliant idea to have our upcoming (not until May) piano recital at one of the nursing homes in our town. Of course! I thought. Why hadn’t I thought of that.

Arrangements were made, and then it got me to thinking. It’s a Friday night. We need to go on the best date ever. So, I packed up as much old time music as I could find quickly, fetched the babysitter, and Paul and I drove to the nursing home.

We had called ahead to tell them we were coming, and they were waiting. They chuckled when they asked why we came and we said it was our date. We played and played, and sang and played. Paul brought his spoons as well. The memories were grand, and we played for an hour and a half. The smiling faces, the joy – this is the marvel of music.

We wound things down to a finish, put on our coats and headed back to our car. Paul reached down, scooped my hand into his and slid it into his pocket, sending a giddy girlish thrill shivering through me.


Filed under Love and Marriage, Memory, Music

Why I Love Facebook

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This weekend a friend I haven’t seen in 10 years tracked me down – she’s living in Mongolia right now. We chatted for ages and had so much fun catching up!

Later that same day one of my companions from my mission that lives in Chile found me – we chatted for close to an hour last night while the kids played – it was amazing. I lost the addresses of most of my Chilean friends and I haven’t been able to contact the few that I have. I was so excited to hear from this very wonderful friend.

Since then I have found a bunch of very close friends in Chile that I haven’t been able to contact in years.

Facebook is awesome! And technology can be a huge blessing – to be able to simply sit and chat with someone half way around the world never ceases to blow my mind. 🙂


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Well, He’s Got the Idea at Least

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We are still working on potty training Jacob. He can go in the toilet and knows he should go in the toilet, but gets so busy or involved that he doesn’t want to go in the toilet. For him he only goes if he feels like it – which is more often not, unfortunately.

Yesterday I had just finished cleaning up a stinky when the phone rang. It was a woman I had talked with last week about starting piano lessons. She had called to schedule a lesson time with me (yay!). I sent Jacob off to use the toilet and get dressed and began to talk with the woman on the phone.

A few minutes into the conversation Jacob ran up to me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him triumphantly hold up a ziploc bag and declare, “I did it!”

Still trying to schedule the piano lessons I turned my attention on Jacob and saw that the ziploc bag had a fair quantity of yellow water in.

It suddenly hit me as I took the bag from him what I was holding – A ziploc baggy of pee!

Instead of running to the toilet he had peed in a baggy. I ended up spending the rest of my phone conversation holding a baggy of pee up over my head with Jacob jumping around me trying to get it back. I barely managed to finish my conversation in a dignified manner before hanging up and calling Paul.

“You’ll never believe what I am holding in my hand right now,” I told him and broke down in laughter.


Filed under Children, Humor, Jacob

Remote Magic

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James is fascinated with remotes. On the off chance that one will land within his reach he will zero in on it like a homing beacon. He used to slobber on it until someone rescued it from his grip, but now he has discovered that something about the oblong treasure turns on the mighty picture box. (we don’t watch a ton of TV, but we do enjoy family movies together and cartoons once in a while, etc.) He will hold one end of the remote in the air and, while waving it, press random buttons waiting for something magic to happen.

He was doing this last night when I thought of the perfect game. I got down on the floor next to him and waited. After a short inspection of why his control was not working with the magic box he pointed it toward the tv and pushed a button. I suddenly flopped on the ground beside him and lay very still.

He gave a start and looked down at me as I secretly peeked at him through my eyelashes. He waved and pushed somemore. I bounced back up and grinned at him, which brought a little giggle. Again he waved and pushed, and again I flopped. This went on for quite a while.

Wave and push – flop down – giggle

Wave and push – bounce up -giggle

Wave and push – flop down – giggle

Wave and push – bounce up – belly laugh

wave and push – flop down – belly laugh

Then Paul walked up and handed him a different bigger remote control. James studied it curiously, and then, while looking at me, waved it and pushed its buttons. I sat still while Paul flopped to the ground. Which sent him into laughter all over again.

It was one of the most entertaining evenings ever. 🙂


Filed under Children, Humor, James


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We were finally able to turn off the sump pump Saturday evening.

The kids are back in school after a three week long Christmas break.

Dinner is made and cooking in the crock pot.

The little boys are taking a nap.

Life is GOOD.










…and now I need to go clean.


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Excuse Me, Ma’am, Your Hose was Left On

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That is what a well meaning citizen told me when I answered the door today just before noon.  I wasn’t surprised considering this is what he saw:

Pumping the Water out

“Actually,” I told him, “that is the water being pumped from under our house.”

“Oh my,” he said looking rather staggered. “So, that’s a good thing then.”

“Yes,” I reply, “a very good thing. Thanks so much for stopping by though, it was very considerate.”

And I meant it, because it really was.

So, that is the hose pumping the water out of our crawl space under a tree on our front lawn. It has been flowing that heavily since yesterday morning. At least the rain is holding off so we’re not adding to it.   🙂


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