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Sunday School Special & a note

Today we went to a branch (congregation way smaller than a ward) far away in Western Oklahoma. (Our stake - larger congregation made up of many wards & a couple of branches - is really big.) We drove and drove and had a great time on our way there. The boys deleted miss s's phone/toy battery at lightening speed on the way there. my mr. and I had a nice two hour plus conversation with our other adult traveling companion. miss h arrived home from college last night, so she came along. She and miss s slept most of the way there. (We left a little after 7am because we had to pick up our traveling companion. And there was a little confusion as to which street that traveling companion lived on, so we lost a little bit of time.) When we got there right before 10am, I had something pressing to deal with - even though the meeting was about to start. So I dealt with it. And my mr. made faces at me when I came in during the opening hymn and didn't come sit with him and mis

Days 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, & 13

This is where you get to see how awesome creativity can be: Day 7: 7 Things (7 white stripes - yes, there is a 7th - look very, very closely screen left one third down) Day 8: Close up (Can you guess what it is?) Day 9: Black and White (I heart instagram.) Day 10: Someone I love (Did you guess what it is? If not, here's a hint - it's being worn by someone I love) Day 11: Body Part (to cover up a body part) Day 12: Skipping it for now Day 13: Something Orange Here's the lesson: It's good to do the things you want to do. Sometimes you will accept 6 days in a row of substituting jobs and not get any of your 'wants' accomplished. But, if you are creative, you can try. Two more lessons: It is very advantageous to get 'things' done ahead of time and dry shampoo rocks.

School Days, School Days & Sunday School: Remember Who You Are

I've been having school days. Six in fact. In a row. And wow, what an education. I have learned that the "word" in 6th grade is "freaking." I used to say that word for a brief moment somewhere early in my middle aged life. I don't like that word, it's just a substitute for the real "f" word. At least now I know why my son is saying it sometimes. The fifth grade girls are totally into knitting. And one named little miss m said that if I brought the supplies in next time I substituted, she'd be happy to teach me how to make her way awesome scarves. There were a lot of little knitted headbands and fingers about to fall off because of misguided finger knitting. Thankfully none fell off. The girls liked my boots and even the boys admired the colorful beads on the one colorful bead necklace I own. Some sweet child told me I looked like I was 30 years old. And the rest is all turning into a blur because I met so many new faces in

Day 6 Photo Challenge

Day 6: Vehicle (plus a little Oklahoma Merry Christmas ala jingle bells, shotgun shells) (you can't see it, but they were rigged to light up) (awesome)

Photo Challenge Days 3, 4, and 5

Day 3: Landscape Day 4 & 5: Animal & Toy Ok, so days 4 & 5 are kind of a cop out, but the picture is one of my favorites. You can find the original here. Here's a link to the photo challenge, if you'd like to join: I've been spending a lot of time somewhere near that landscape picture with lots of loud kids. I am finding my inner 'listen to me voice' and testing it out on unsuspecting sixth and seventh graders. But most of them are much louder than me. And I can't compete. So I charge them a debt of silence and after it is repaid we go on with our day.  I won't do that to you. See you tomorrow! Bye.


*Day 2 The alarm woke me mid dreams of silverware. little mr. j woke up saying, "I had the best, best, best, best, best, best, best dream ever." I had to ask, "little mr. j, what was the best, best, best, best, best, best dream ever about?" He was smiling and animated and told us (the whole family was together in the living room because we get up at an horrible hour weekday mornings to have family prayer). Fast cars. Lots of them. "And I mean lots, like lots lots of super fast ones." What kinds of cars? I can't remember all he said, but Porsche was one of them. No Ferrari. Which is weird because that boy used to want to change his name to Red Ferrari. I'm trying to figure out why no Ferrari. I think maybe it's because a few times the last few weeks, I have used the word practical. He wanted to know why more people don't drive Ferrari's. So I told him the weren't practical. And he has asked what that word means.

Getting Called Out

My husband's cousin's husband called me out on facebook today. Well, me and another woman named Corrie. Who, by my reading way into the comments she left on his comment to us, is kind of thinking the same thing that I'm thinking about how in the world can I do this at this time right now with all I've got going. Well, I don't know if that's what she really was thinking, but I put it into my version of life right now. Anyway, Mr. Photokapi , I will accept your challenge and probably fail, but it will be a nice distraction from all the necessities of life that have been keeping me away from here of late. (And when I say of late, I mean all this summer, fall and now into winter. Blech.) Thanks for the challenge. Today's is a self portrait. I am not taking a self portrait today. My breath is bad and I need to wash my hair. I did let miss s take a video of me last night singing/chanting the "way up in the sky, the little birds fly, way down in the n

First Day of Advent

my mr. showed me this. Now I'm sharing with you. It reminds of two young boys I know. I wish we could all have hearts like like his.

Doo not ete me!

We did not eat the chalk turkey. We ate a different turkey. And it was the best roasted 'herb' turkey I've ever cooked/eaten. Found the recipe here. I also have a new phone/camera/life enhancer that I am learning and playing around with and found an app that little mr. b, my comic lover especially likes. (I really did love my old dumb phone, but it stopped speaking to me & I had to move on.) I've also been taught by that young man how to make a screen shot, so you can see what I used to alter that beautiful 'herb' turkey picture. Here's that for you now: I have one last screen shot for you.  I took it the old fashioned way. We paused the screen, I walked up to the television and took a picture. Because with all this 'herb' turkey talk, I had to laugh when the following popped up. (25 seconds - I rock in the running to get the camera category!) Apparently, followers of a certain cartoon will all soon be speaking Ferb Latin . And adding &#

Turkey Hunting at the School

Every Thanksgiving, our school has a traditional feast that the children invite their grandparents and parents to. It's pretty amazing. Here's a link to where I wrote about last year's event  and explained more about it. I still think it's awesome. And after substituting a few times, I am thinking it's an especially ingenious way for the teachers and administrators to have the opportunity to send those kiddos home with their parents after the feast and get a little time to themselves to get things done before their holiday. I heard that they were expecting over 1200 folks this year. Our lunch ladies rock. This year, I attended wearing a beautiful indian corn brooch   (that little mr. j wanted to give to his big brother instead of me, but we asked his brother if he would wear it and he said no, so yay, I got it) and an agenda. I came to hunt turkey. Because next year, we won't only be doing this: We'll be needing to make a t


Guess what I did last Thursday? Ohhhhh, it was so fun. my mr.'s has been talking to me about joining him in golf, but this was way better than golf. I went with this lovely lady , who happens to be someone I go to church with. And, I am thinking that maybe besides book clubs and play groups, the shooting sisters would be an awesome excuse to spend some time together. That and provident living. And just so you know- if you need me to come hunt your skeet, I am 15 (or 16) for 50 and I hit them better when they are coming towards me or rolling across the ground pretending to be a rabbit. And that the rifle I have access to is not as nice as the one we were shooting with, but I could still probably do ok with it. And apparently, my going on this outing surprised and brought great joy to my mr., who has gone on a couple of pheasant hunting trips the last couple of years and probably will not be going on any more.  When I was reading my friend's post

Has anyone seen the turkey?

No. Good. Because that was our Kindergarten assignment. Disguise it to prevent it's early demise. I think we did a fantastic job. Yay little mr. j and me. (Can you see the turkey now?) Happy almost Thanksgiving! (And FYI- I did not do most of this project. I did buy the red feathers, nag him to cut out the white paper feathers, figure out how to do the face, purchase fun foam for the pupils & brows (sketch, cut out, and prepare those and the beak to be glued on), ask him to color the feet black & explained why I thought he should do that, bought clear washable liquid glue, helped with face placement, and didn't get worked up when he glued the feathers on in the direction I thought they should not go- he will hand it in tomorrow. Phew.) (And FYI again- the instructions clearly stated that this was a 'family' project. Next year, in first grade, 'he' gets to build a turkey from scratch. We have already had one preproject pl

Benefit of having children....

Cheap Entertainment. (This one's from the archives, way before little mr. j arrived. We had the best day. It still makes me cry laughing tears.)

Life vs. Life Blogging

Before you read this post, I have a note for Geoffry & Anita - Thank you for your comments on the prior post. (Thanks to all who commented!) I am planning on moving forward with both your comments. Geoffrey, I am a big slow poke, so please have patience with me. Thanks! --the mrs. On to the post: __________________________________________________________________________ The last few months have been quite interesting. I had my little breakdown . There's been employment adventures for my mr. Let go from one position and on to a new one in one month. He's calling it his 'one month non-voluntary vacation.' His humble, grateful attitude through it all taught me much. I sure appreciate him. He's now working in a whole different industry that looks to be much more stable than his past. (He's moving from banking/insurance to energy.) The first week or so was a little disconcerting for me. It was hard to have him home. The middle weeks allow

Coupon Lesson Learnt

You can get to groupon if you click here . Ha- did you know that learnt is really a word? I thought when I typed it that I might be going crazy and maybe have been living in the land of y'all for a bit too long for my own English Language lovers good. Please click here  for proof of my ok-ness. Anyway. Stupid me. I bought a Groupon for an online art site and wasted too much time decide what I wanted to adorn my naked living room wall. It expired one day before I thought it did. Lesson to me: If you buy a Groupon, use it quickly. Do not sit on it. Because that is how they make their money. And why you will have a naked wall for a while longer. Got it, the mrs.? No more Groupon unless you move on it quick. Please remember. Thanks. (PS- just so you know, I wish I could be a couponer. I just can never remember to use them. Looks like this little flaw of mine lives on in the online realm as well.)

Sunday School

little mr. j gets to give a talk tomorrow in Primary. (Primary is the children's organization at my church.) Yes, they get public speaking experience at a very young age. Thankfully, he's got the courage to do it. I had one little boy who liked to hide his face in my side when I used to stand up there and give his talk for him. I think he's gotten over that. Although I secretly loved it when he did that, it might be really embarrassing for him (and me) to have me up with him when he gives his first 'youth' speaking assignment. (When they turn twelve, they are asked to speak sometimes in Sacrament Meeting - our main meeting with the whole congregation.) So to prove to you that I am writing. That I haven't disappeared. I give you his talk. It's probably not written well for its intended audience (3 to 7 year olds), but it's done. Happy Sunday School. Happy Primary. Happy reading: My talk today is about how prayer is reverent communicatio

Sunday School

From the AP/Washington Post So I've been gone for a while. Well not really gone, because I have been here. Just not here on the computer. Anyway.... Today we had a lesson that I needed and I am going to share it with you. Because if I needed it, chances are someone else needs it to. And yes, it was a lesson geared to young women. But what is a forty something year old woman if not a young woman in an older woman's body and brain? Lesson 39: Recognizing our Individual Worth Yes, I know I have worth. Yes, I know you have worth. But, sometimes the world can be a bit harsh and it's good to have a reminder. And the lesson might not have meant so much if I had not read an article yesterday about young women in India whose parents had given them a name that meant 'unwanted' having a huge renaming ceremony and choosing what their new names would be. And the lesson might not have meant so much had I not read this, ""Why don't more of us

Saturday is a Special Day

It's the day I will try not to go CRAZY. We have one church program practice, one football game, two soccer games, one trip to the lego store for one birthday boy who's kind grandparents are in town, a picnic lunch somewhere in there because we won't have time for stopping, two church meetings, a sweet friend in town from Texas visiting her dad whom we'd love to see but I fear our day may not allow (boo hoo hoo), one youth dinner and dance that I don't have to watch over because of the kindness of other youth leaders that my miss s will be attending after she speaks at that second meeting mentioned above. It's a little overwhelming. But - it's also mapped out on a purple piece of paper. So we're going to be fine. Right? I'm a little nervous. Tonight, ten minutes before tomorrow, I had the thought that maybe if I don't go to sleep, maybe tomorrow won't come. I know it's faulty thinking and we got ourselves into th

Marriage Advice & a Recipe

You know you're getting old when..... A friend from high school writes and asks for something for her daughter - who is getting married! This is where I am. And this is what I said: Dear C, I know you don’t know me. I am one of your mom’s friends from high school. Your mom sent an email asking for a favorite family recipe and marriage advice. While I don’t claim to be a marriage expert in any way, my husband and I are well into our 21st year and going strong. We’ve had some wonderful years together along with some very rocky and unpleasant ones. The wonderful ones are much more enjoyable. I hope you have many of those. Here are a couple of the most important things I’ve learned along the way: Let your spouse grow & change. Allow yourself to do the same. We got married pretty young. I would say that we are both probably on the third or fourth incarnation of ‘who’ we are. I’ve found time and experience changes people. If you don’t fight it, treat each other with

Sunday School mixed with a little politics of the day

Mormons = a nickname for members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints We are Christian. Look at our name. Look at our people. If you don't believe it after that, do some investigating. Don't just believe the people around you, find out for yourself. Go to the source. (You can start here .) Learn our history. Learn what we believe. Then pray about it. And listen for your answer. (ps- so not a cult.)

Another Big Life Lesson

Image from here. Some days are awesome. Some days aren't. Some days feel like you've been hit in the face with a frying pan. That's just life. Frying pans! Who knew? Right? --Flynn Rider

My waterballoon lesson from today

Image from here. Water balloons are made to hold water not air. Random, you say? Why yes it's random - unless it's something you never knew and you are in charge of an activity at the church tonight that involves balloons and darts and all you have are water balloons. No worries, though. Problem was discovered in enough time to visit a merchant and procure the proper inflatable devices and one young son with tuba trained lungs said he will use his talents to help blow them all up. Yay. The additional lesson: Early prepping.  I am so glad I was preparing early for this activity, or it might have blown up.

Sight Words

little mr. j  has a growing stack sight word flash cards for his kindergarten class. (Words he is supposed to know when he sees them instead of sounding them out.) He knows them already ( thanks to the awesome mom that I am ), but I still think we need to practice those sight words. Last night while I was doing something on the computer, I gave him his cards and asked him to please go through them. I was kind of listening and had to laugh when he read these cards - in order - one quickly after the other: green and go  What are we teaching these kids?

Why I don't like football so much

video of practice fall 2010 This video shows some of the reasons. I know they're all normal football things. But, sheesh. (I have more reasons, fyi.) little mr.b's first official game (this season)  is today. Season lasts through November. Hmmm. Wish me luck.

I might be having an identity crisis, but the purses are all Misty's fault

You need to know that I do not often buy things for myself. I'm not a 'things' type of gal. In fact, even when I need 'things,' it's torture for me to find 'things' that I like. So when I receive birthday money, quite often it sits in a drawer in an envelope with my name on it and waits. Sometimes for a very long time and then I decide that we need a basketball hoop and it goes towards that. (I like the basketball hoop.) A week ago last Monday (which reminds me that I still need to tell you our week ago last year story from the DMV that still makes me want to throw up when I think about it-anyway...), I decided that my pity party was over (in part, and in thanks, to you wonderful women who sent wonderful support and advice here and on FB-I am very grateful) and it was time for me to do something instead of moping around home. I had two items 'to do' on my list. One involved visiting the school and one the items pictured above. That mor

My final note to my college girl this summer

In honor of all the back-to-schoolness and the many, many "kids" we know heading off to college, I give you the words I left my daughter this past June as I dropped her off to begin her university experience. It brings joy to my heart to know they meant so much to her that she memorialized them on facebook. Thank you miss h. (And aren't you so impressed with my skills using the photo messing with tools that I used to hide your name? I am.)

Just wanting you to know

Image from here. After almost 19 years of always having a little person by my side daily, I am on day 4 of not having any of my people around during the day. I know lots of people have gone through this before and I know my days will get full, I'm just having a hard time with the change right now. How have you learned to deal with big life changes? (I know that there's not too many of you out there reading this and I know not many folks like to respond-but if any of you have any wisdom to share, my tissue box and I would be very grateful) And, if you're new around this blog, you can visit this post . It might explain a lot.

What I learned today - lesson in genetics & a message to my sister's in law

Image from here. I took the boys to the eye doctor today. Our eye doctor has the same last name as a guy I was friends with in high school. And who (whom?) took our engagement photos. But I don't think they're related. High school was Idaho. Eye doctor is Oklahoma. And there's a lot of years in between the two. Anyway, one of the tests he did on the boys was a "color deficiency" test. I was corrected when I called it the old school name. Apparently it's offensive. But not to the eye doctor, because he laughed after seeing the look on my face after the reprimand. Our eye doctor has some color deficiencies. He told us a tragic story about junior high and the color of corduroy pants he wore on the first day. It was very traumatic for him, apparently what he saw as brown looked like purple to most everyone else. Not good for a junior high young man. I told him that experience probably defined the course of his life's work, though he probably didn't eve

Summer's over = First Day of School = My last day of mommyness

I am just fresh back from dropping off my two youngest children to their first day of school. One's starting middle school (in our tiny little middle school pod of our PreK-8th school-I have a funny story, but will tell it later). One's starting Kindergarten. All day Kindergarten. He told me he doesn't need me to come meet him at lunch today. Insert my tears hear. His teacher had play-doh set up in each child's little table area. She asked the children to make play-doh snakes and trace the letters with the snakes on a little laminated place mat she had at each child's spot.  He had yellow play-doh. The empty seat next to him had red play-doh. His favorite color is red. I asked him if he would like me to swap his yellow for the red. Using his little wise eyes to infer so much more than just his words, this is what he said: "Mom, I'm in kindergarten now." He doesn't always have to have his favorite color. Again, tears. One child in K

Hi All-

I would please like to refer you to last year's summer disclaimer . I am giving myself a big 'fail' this summer for not posting much & for not submitting a 2011 summer disclaimer. For your kindness & patience with my not-being-around-in-the-virtual-worldness (and this little blog's birthday-which might have already passed-I need to check), I will be bringing a treat to your screen soon. And to my dear Mildred, she whom I used to speak to everyday, school will start soon and maybe we'll get a chance to visit then.  But - maybe not, because I am kind of very jealous that you ran off to cooler weather Wyoming to hang out for the summer. Bye, the mrs.

Sunday School

I know, finally a post! I have to. It's Sunday. And it's Pioneer Day. That's a pretty important day in my culture :). Today we trekked to Woodward, OK and attended services there at their precious branch (very small congregation). Very nice people in Woodward. Very nice. my mr. had a speaking assignment and he asked me and miss s to speak with him. So my husband, I and our three children still living with us, made it there. (miss h is having a very fun pioneer weekend in Utah!) We left very early this morning with a picnic (to be eaten in the car) breakfast and lunch. At about 154 miles, it took us about 2 1/2 hours. If we were handcarting it, and we were going at a super good pace of 20 miles a day, that would have taken us over a week. Isn't that incredible? I would have melted. I am thankful that we drove. And I am thankful for air conditioning. And I am thankful for the pioneers that went before me. Very thankful. Amen.

Can someone please give me kickstart?

I would be very grateful. I've stayed up wayyy too late tonight in honor of the good old nights of last weekend. This time it's Jerry Maguire's fault. Dang tv. And of course I didn't power down the machine and kept telling myself, it's on the DVR- but I was enjoying that Toyota facebook commercial with the girl who "mostly read an article" too much. And then I walked by the office and the fan was on and instead of turning it and the computer off, I told myself that I could check just one thing online. So here I am. I checked more than one thing. Dumb choice. I have not been able to get myself into doing what I need to since end of the busyness of the past month. I am hoping tomorrow will be the day. I doubt it will, but it's good to hope. Please kick me if you can. Thanks. And goodnight. Tomorrow's to do list includes: Picking up a prescription for miss s. (she's fine without it-it would make her life better if she had

Sunday School - not really Sunday School - Just some Sunday ramblings

All right, so I am very tardy to Sunday School tonight. But I wanted to check in with you and let you know that this weekend was a screaming success on all fronts. The kids from our congregation rock. They had a great youth conference. I am so proud of them. And my mr. hosted a most wonderful family reunion in another state. My college girl talked to me on the phone for quite a long time tonight. She chose to not go to a concert with her friends when she found out the ticket she bought was for a Sunday. Good choice, miss h. I'm proud of you! My high school girl's been hanging out and wanting to visit with me much. She was sad that she didn't get a prominent part in Friday's production, but something better came up and I am so thankful. I get to see my man and my boys at midnight Monday night-well, really Tuesday morning. I slept over 12 hours (miss s says it was more like 13 or 14) last night and took a 3 hour nap today. (There wasn't much sleeping Thurs

This Summer

Calendar image from here  - it doesn't match what we have had going on, I just liked the visual. The last week of May I started my first summer PACE (brain training) client. T-ball started. The first week of June I went to girls' camp with the awesome young women and leaders from our ward. The second week of June little mr. b, my mr. and a bunch of their scouting friends went to scout camp. And swim team started. The third week of June my mr. went out of town for a bit. And then the boys, miss h and I started out road trip. At the end of that week, miss h became an independent university girl. And the boys and I went to a family reunion in Rupert, Id. And they went back to Boise with my parents. And I went back to Utah. By myself. And had a great time. The forth week in June I drove to Colorado Springs for PACE Advanced training. I'm glad I went. On the last Saturday in June, I drove home. The next Monday, I started with another very cute PACE client. The last week of Ju