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The Challenge

Are you up for it?
It's awesome. It changed my life. I'd been on a plateau and after doing this in the weeks before Christmas, I lost almost 10 pounds and am going strong (well, except for that devil sugar-and I am working on it).

My friend, Monica came up with this. I will forever be grateful. She is probably one of the healthiest and most positive people I've ever known. She's always wearing a smile.

I almost didn't join her challenge, because we had a vacation and the holidays coming up.
(And lazy, oh am I lazy.)

I am so glad for that little push inside me that said, "do it!"

Here are some of the things we are going to do to earn points everyday:
excercise 30 minutes a day
one dessert a week
no soda/sugary drinks
no eating after 7:30pm
reading on chapter of scriptures or a book that makes you want to be a better person
a weekly challenge
and a bonus item worth points each week
We are starting January 3rd, 2011.
If you are up for this- let me know!…

Challenge Details Not Coming Today

A great friend and her family came to town.
We are visiting
and so, no details today.


(They're all written up, I just need to tweak them a bit.)

See you soon!

Oh Squat.

Image from here. (This is not me.)
Oh Squat. About 32 hours ago, I did a ton of these plus many lunges and some heavy weighted, one legged dumbell deadlifts. And a bunch of other stuff. And my you know what is aching. And a stiff.
But I love it. It means I did something. I did something good. And the pain will go away in a while. Hopefully. Soon. _____________________________________________________________________________
The last 11 weeks before Christmas, I participated in a fitness challenge that my friend started. I didn't put money in the pot, because I knew I would lose. (Vacation and all - I'm not that down on myself!) Guess what? Even with the vacation, I still came in 4th-woo hoo. I think I would have been a lot lower in the rankings, if people had not stopped sending in their points. I wonder if they just gave up or just got busy.
I surprised myself with the discipline I had.
And this week, I've surprised myself with the discipline I've lacked. It's not like to old days…

My Worst Holiday Moment This Year

Picture found here.
If you've read here in the past few weeks, you'll probably know that my time and I have been stretched thin.
So, I've done a lot of delegating. But couldn't delegate everything & was up late Christmas Eve finishing that which I did not delegate.
Namely wrapping. I was a tired wrapper. I was not taking pride in my work. I just wanted to get it done.
Now, please imagine my eleven year old son picking up a present from under the tree and kindly carrying it to his father to be unwrapped.
And with my freshly rested eyes, I said, "Oh man, I did a really bad job wrapping that one. Yuck." and mr b said, "I wrapped it."
Guilt = much. Christmas breakfast = humble pie. Years of grief they will give me = many. I am so sorry mr b.

Mele Kalikimaka

I hope you've had a wonderful Christmas! I've been gone. But now I'm back. Guess where I was?
Woo hoo!
And I am still running on island time. I will be back and writing. I promise. Mele Kalikimaka!
With Love, the mrs
ps-Becky, blogger has a pubish post option and you can schedule your posts.  Pretty cool, huh?
Those last 6 or so posts were all done way ahead of time because I knew I didn't want to pay any attention to becomingversed (no offence intended) during our vacation and prep time.  From my lack of time and posting this past week(since we got home), I'm thinking I should have preposted quite a few more :).

Sunday School

New Season

It's a new season at our house, and I'm not talking winter. Two of the kids are signed up for basketball. We usually don't do winter sports. We usually take a break. But they started a new program and I like my kids to run and play so we are now back to practicing and going to games and all that goes with having kids in sports.
I'll let you know how it all works out.


"Mom, Mom, you gotta see this. It's so weird and random. They printed the words on the chip bag upside down. Isn't that so funny?" --little mr. j

Sunday School

Image from here.
Today for Sunday School, we're having a internet field trip.
We are going to visit another site to learn about George Frideric Handel, his life, and what we can learn from what he learned. Please join me in visiting, listening, and reading. Have a great Sunday! Love, the mrs
Please come along to Handel and the Gift of the Messiah .

Taking Moving Pictures

I am really good at taking pictures that are moving.
To the heart.
But I am not really good at taking moving pictures.
With a video camera.

This week, again, I messed up.
The lower grades Christmas program would be performed two times in one day.
That was good because I could attend the little program in the morning
and the highschooler's concert that evening.
And I would be able to video them both.

Or so I thought.
Because, after one half hour of painstakingly zooming and focusing and
doing my best to juggle my regular camera-because, oh yes,
I wanted those pictures, too.
I looked at the little video monitor
in my hand and guess what--
it was on stand by.

The whole time!
So I hurried and hit record and got the last 30 seconds of "Christmas on Candy Cane Lane."

And I sent that machine with miss h and her dad to the program that night and she did a great job videoing it, as far as I know.

And I was able to enjoy the high school concert and really watch and list…

Thanksgiving Leftovers

It's time to take care of them, don't you think?
There is a tradition at our little school. Every Thanksgiving Break eve, there is a feast for the children at the school and the people special to them. It used to be grandparents were the main invitees, but I think they've changed things up to involve more families.
We started in the PreK room. Where we got a little tour and the kids sang some songs for us while we waited to be called to the cafeteria.
My little turkey head.

Potato turkey. We had a fabulous discussion about what this turkey would taste like- especially if , "I took my fist and smashed it all up."

And this little turkey potato fell down. Again and again. (I think it was ready for Thanksgiving break.) (It's probably more funny to me than to you-it would tip over, someone would right it, it would tip over, someone would right it, it would tip over, someone would right it. There was even some support adjustment. It was funny.)

Volunteers from the Community Bapti…


Guess what?
I did it.
I was brave
and submitted
this little place
over to a big place
and we are now on the list.
Woo hoo!

Becoming Versed is now listed at:

And Yay.

You can find BV in catagory N-Z
Thoughtful Women.
It's right under
Baby Makin(g) Machine.
Which is something I
am not.
And if I was
I probably wouldn't have my brain to think,
and wouldn't be able to be listed
Thoughtful Women.

So, Yay!
Thank you, Mormon Mommy blogs!

Submitting BV to the eyes and hearts of more readers is one of my goals - I'm pushing myself and it is a challenge. Thank you for being a part of it!

Sunday School (The Score- warning - this may possibly be quite sacrilegious)

Here's this Sunday's Score:
my mr 5 me (the mrs) 0

He has spoken in a Sacrament Meeting five times since moving here (not all the same congregation, but still-that's a lot of talks).
I have spokenzero.
That makes me the winner. And I will let you in on a secret that he figured out. And it's working for me. If you have a testimony. And you bear it somewhat often. "They" will think you've given a talk and you will not be asked to speak in other meetings. Shhhh. It's our secret, but it works. There's a lady who had got to give a talk last summer who said, "I've lived in this ward 4 years and this is the first time I've been asked to give a talk." We're going to her house for dinner in ten minutes. I am not going to bring up the score or the secret. We've lived here 2 and a half years. I say I'm not competitive, but I'd really like to beat her record. _______________________________________________________________________________

Commit Me

"Success seems to be largely a matter of hanging on after others have let go." William Feather Funny picture and quote from here.

Commit Me.
Because I have overcommitted.
And I can feel the anxiety level in my chest rising and lowering and moving around.
And I don't think that's healthy.
But I'll probably be ok.

When we moved to Oklahoma, I was well versed in the art of not being over committed.
I hid out.

But the time here has opened up and my heart did, too.
So, last spring, when the high school choir parent's organization needed someone to help organize volunteers for the basketball concession stand for the 2010-11 season, I said, "Oh yeah, I can do that-and it's a job I can do from home. Woo hoo!"

And, last spring, I opened my big mouth to a friendly woman at the elementary-telling her, "I can't get 'in.' It's impossible. When I try to sign up for things, the same people have taken all the jobs. There's no roo…

Sunday School on Monday Night

So should we call it blogging home evening? Or would that just be wrong?

Moving on.

Yesterday, at church (which seems like ages ago right now at 10pm on Monday night), I sat in on a class of Young Women having a lesson on developing your talents. It was beautifully taught by a woman who I wished I had recieved this lesson from when I was a girl. Except that when I was a girl she probably wasn't even a baby and maybe not even a gleam in her father's eye. So that would have been weird.

Anyway, she taught it beautifully. She had a great attention getter at the beginning where the students (me included) were to put checkmarks on a two-sided paper list of 'talents.' There were many unusual ones on there. That activity really brought the girls' minds into the lesson. So clever.

Then she went on to the meat of the lesson. You can find the entire lesson here. I don't think she followed this lesson plan exactly, but I think she knew what we students needed and…
Wordle from here.
Happy Thanksgiving.
What fortunate people we are to live in a free country (USA). And to have so many blessings.
At the beginning of November, a facebook friend started a 'thing' where we would list something we were thankful for that day, everyday, through Thanksgiving.
I've enjoyed it so & it's really made me think a lot about what I am most grateful for. I didn't share everything on facebook, because some things I'm thankful for are just too personal or to hard to put in words.
While I've always loved my simple days, this experience has made me really think about what really is most important to me.
I am grateful I participated in my friend's challenge & as a gift for you, I'm going to give you a peek into what my 'grateful for' month looked like:
1. Make November a month of gratitude. Each day, post as your status, something you are thankful for. It may be something big - or something small, the point is to keep an att…


You have been warned. I am going to brag. But I want you to know that I am not bragging in an 'in your face' kind of way. I am just so happy for this family of mine. I am blessed to be the wife and the mom. And we have had a good month. It's nice to have those once in a while.
We will start with my mr. He won an award. Our family was invited to a dinner and he was honored.

The presenter said that out of 500 coaches he was chosen because, "he represents everything a YMCA coach should be."

miss h.
She got a score she's happy with. That is huge.

miss s.
While this is a picture of her musical hands, her voice got her into All State Mixed Chorus. (According to the high schoolers, the more advanced choir.) And she even had a cold.

little mr b.

He was one of three fifth graders chosen to read their essays on Veteran's Day. It was touching.

He helped his team get first place in their age division.

little mr j.

He won that run (that I ran with him and I didn't die). He was the fi…

Chore Update

Just to let you know, this weekend the windows were washed and the flower beds weeded.
Thanks to help from my family. Thanks, you guys!


Picture from here. I didn't actually visit the website and don't know where he got the image-but it was too wonderful to pass up.

I actually went to Sunday School today. Yay.
I was looking forward to it because we would be discussing Ezekial 37-the one about dem dry bones.

The reason why I was excited: the day of the run that my son and I ran in and I didn't die, we were waiting for their class to get called out for their turn to warm up in the gym. It was before Halloween and the PreKers were studying the skeleton. They learned a song and they sang it for us while we were waiting - in their best little Okie drawls. It was wonderful.

The toe bone's connected to the foot bone.
The foot bone's connected to the leg bone.
The leg bone's connected to the hip bone.
The hip bone's connected to the back bone.
The back bone's connected to the neck bone.
Then neck bone's connected to the head bone.
Now he-ar the werd of the Loord.
Dem bones, dem bones, dem dr…

The Dog (part 8)

Why I am very unhappy with the dog, again.
Score since this spring: Hoses 0 Dog 3.

Question for you, dear reader

I am getting ready to try to get on some "lists" of blogs.
(In honor of my goal - which I think might have been a little ambitious.)
I don't really know much about this arena, but do know that when I apply or whatever it's called in this blogging world, they ask for my best posts.

So, I know which ones I like the best-but I can't decide which to submit.
I would like to know which ones you've like the best.
Which ones do you think I should submit to catch these folks' eye?

Please don't be shy-let me know which ones you like or which ones you don't.
And my indecisive heart will be very grateful.


There were 9 very specific things on my "to-do" list last week and I only completed part of one of them.
(And my goal of writing at least two meaningful blog posts wasn't even one of the 9-should have been-but wasn't.)

As my daughter would say, "meh."
(I'm not sure what that means, but it seems appropriate here.)

I did accomplish a lot.
So I wrote those things down after the fact and crossed them off, so it would look like I was getting a lot done.
Which I was.

So, this week I have 9 extra items to add to my two that are on the list right now for this week
and I wonder what I will get done that I don't know about yet.
And, would anyone like to come wash windows or weed the beds (flower,that is-the inside one's are not that bad) with me?

The Load He Chose - Sunday School

(This was the summer loaner, we have a later model at this time.)
When little mr. b came home and told me that all kids in his grade were required to take band, I said, "That's great."
When little mr. b told me he wanted to play the tuba, I said, "Really, are you sure?  You already take piano and have pretty good rythm, maybe you could do percussion." (Real meaning "Tubas are really loud and big-are you sure you want to lug that thing around?")
When little mr. b came home and told me that the band teacher had a private meeting with each child in his grade and chose the best instrument for the child, I reminded little mr. b of our previous conversation.
When little me. b came home the day of his meeting, he told me, "Mr. S thinks the tuba is a perfect fit for me."
And I rembered that some things should just be out of my control, because little mr. b wanted to play it and his teacher thought it would be a good fit and it's time for me to step a…

Sunday School

Today's Sunday School was very busy.
So busy, in fact, I didn't attend.

Instead, I sat in the foyer and talked with a woman who is replacing me in a position I've held for a year, helping serve the women in our ward (a ward is a geographical boundary that defines who belongs to which congregation - you can see what ward you are in -even if you don't belong to my church- by clicking here). 

We don't have paid clergy.
More about that here.

We participate and are giving "callings." That means we are given a specific job to do (if we accept-and we most always do), serving in different areas in the organization.

I was the Relief Society (women's organization) Secretary.
I have to say that calling has kept me on my toes. Tippy toes. Running.
And I've loved it.

Since I was the secretary, I took care of most of the clerical stuff & had the opportunity to watch the three women in the Presidency (President, 1st Counselor & 2nd Counselor) doing th…


Stir frequently has a different meaning than stir constantly.

A Link to a Story that I didn't write.

Picture from here but I think they got it somewhere else.
But that fit
And I needed:

A Case of Mistaken Identity

Harshing on myself

I am having a really hard time with getting on here and writing anything lately.
I love to write.
I love to do this.
I know there are a few of you who come to read. Not a lot, but a few.
I love that but it scares me incredibly.
I'd love to have more readers, but the thought of more people paying attention makes my ideas freeze up.

I'm insecure about the things I put "out there."
I've been to quite a few events in the last few weeks.
The thoughts in my brain have been: "Sit back and be quiet, enjoy the people around you, put on your manners, ask about them"-anything to have any attention focused my way diverted.

Maybe I'm going through another "shy attact.'
Maybe I really am a perfectionist (I claim I'm not) who is afraid of putting something "out there" that isn't just what I think it should be. (And with all my grammer killing and typos, am I really a perfectionist?)
Maybe by putting this "out there," I can jum…

Sunday School/Happy Halloween

Our area celebrated Halloween last night. Woo Hoo for that! little mr. j's PreK teacher, (Here at our little school, if you call it Pre School, nobody will realize you are talking about that little class at the school-they think you are talking about somewhere else. I found that out on Friday) realized that Halloween falls on a Monday next year. She's not very excited about that. I think she'd like to ask for it to be changed. I love that our city passed an ordinance to celebrate it on Saturday this year. It's 9pm on Sunday night and no one's come around.
Now, last night was a whole different story. We were busy.
Lots of kids.
Lots of candy.
Lots of fun.
Here's little mr. j's favorite take of the night (and it's not candy), he's been wearing them all around. Except for church and to eat and he finally let me wash them when I was doing the dishes.

We had friends come over for dinner before they all went out trick or treating. We had two of little mr. b's friend&…
What I just learned. Again.

When one registers for the ACT, one should check with the schools they are planning on applying to ahead of time to see how they handle multiple test scores (taking the same test on different dates in hope of a better score).

One should also remember that adding additional schools to the list of places for scores to be sent to should be completed before noon central time the Thursday after the Saturday test date.

Because 10 minutes before 5pm central time is too late.

But, for an additional fee, it can be taken care of.

(This post is mainly future reference for me. Post it note on my space. I knew this last spring.)  (Why or why do I not remember these things?) Image from here.

Halloween Frights-kind of

I have something very scary to share with you-just in time for Halloween. It's (dun, dun, dun) my calendar, EEEEEKKKK!
But, since I don't want to scare you too much, I will shield you from the frights. And let you know how beautiful life's been in our little part of the world:
This is the sky. Really. I have no idea how I took this picture, but I did take the one before it and the one after, so I'm pretty sure I took this one. It was the day of the run. Now that I think of it, little mr. j's teacher held my camera, so maybe she took it-whatever, it's still a pretty awesome blue to go along with a pretty awesome day.
These are our feet after the run (little mr.'s j & b & mine in the middle). little mr. b ran (well, maybe ran, might have walked some) two miles with a friend. We were there at the end to greet him. We (little mr. j and I) got to the end very quickly. I learned that little mr. j really knows how to set goals and accomplish them. And how to run a st…

Sunday School

Why I am the parent to drive with-or not

Image from here. I am in no way implying that this is a picture of me. I am not a doggeh. This is just probably how it feels to my poor, poor teenage drivers.
We had a situation last week. We have a situation lots of weeks, but this one was particularly unpleasant and of course I learned something.

I took driver's ed when I was 14. That's right. 14 years old. We took a class for many weeks. We practiced in a controlled environment consisting of a parking lot and a two story building with real cars, a viewing area with windows on the second floor, and a speaker system that "spoke" to the car radios. Finally, driving around the city with two of your closest driver's ed buddies & an instructor.

Oh, yes, humiliation all around.

I got a daytime license that let me begin to drive in the dark when I turned 16.

It did not involve parental involvement.

Very different world, but I am a very good driver.

Flash forward to poor miss s, who has taken today's version of d…

Sunday School

Image found here.
In one of our classes today, the man giving the presentation told us about where he used to live (way out in the country). He told us about how they used to give people directions on how to get there. And then he went on to draw a map and tell us (very quickly) how to get to his childhood home (beginning at the main freeway). There were many turns and at each one, there was a description given instead of street names. (It was something like this: take the second Somethingdale exit, through the first light, right at the gas station, right at the Miller’s house, left at somebody Mogg’s place, we’re right next to Ike’s-except there was a lot more to it.)

Then he had someone come up and try to tell us the directions. The person did pretty well, but got mixed up at the end. Then he had us all work on the directions together and we did well. Then another person went up and was able to do it all on his own (because we had all practiced the route a few times).

This man coul…