Showing posts from 2014

Today I got to share the gift.

Share the Gift It's no secret that I haven't been around lately as my life has become consumed by my wonderful family and a bunch of sweet little first graders. Those firsties are sharing so much with me. Today it's laryngitis.  Can you imagine working with a bunch of 6-7 year olds and not being able to talk to them! Crazy. Thankfully, they behaved pretty well - at least in the morning. We are doing a "Christmas Around the World" unit this week and I get to present Christmas in Mexico to all four classes. When I was giving my presentation for the first time today (to my own class),  I became so emotional. You see, in Mexico (at least in what we are presenting to our first graders), Christmas is much more of a time to celebrate Christ. We talked about Los Posadas, luminarias, families being together and the traditions of putting out a nativity set and putting baby Jesus in on Christmas Eve. Did you catch that? I got to talk to my sweet little

Two Weeks - Unbelievable Picture Catch Up :)

  Late night plan run.  The reason for the late night plan run. Glad we checked, because that floor vent might be too tempting a target to little boys using a certain fixture to the right.  The innards.  My incredible panoramic picture taking skills.  Our beautiful weeds that need to be cut down before they take over the property again.  Electric's coming (see little white flags).  It turned out to be just a little bit more moola to put in underground. Yay!  Our builder teasing me.  Beautiful sky. Beautiful roof line.  Big beams that will support our family. That's my watch put there for size reference.  Fireplace.  We will be safe in the storm ! That's a big deal. We want our home to be a haven. Stairway to... My someday room that I keep calling "the grandkids' sleeping porch," but since we don't have grandchildren and since I walked up there today and had an epiphany that really - this room is go

Sunday School - little mr. j's Primary talk that we wrote together

little mr. j gave a talk today in Primary. We wrote it together. He spoke very clearly and enunciated his words and didn't look up the whole time and maybe didn't breath either. But it was great and I think we are a good team. Here you go: Living the Gospel Blesses My Family J. E. 21 Sept 2014 The Gospel teaches me to be a good person and be like Jesus and when I do that, it helps my family. A good person, who follows Jesus, makes choices every day that makes family life nice. For example, the Gospel teaches us to serve. Some ways I serve my family are: making my bed in the morning, helping unload the dishwasher, and helping clean the house. When I do these things, this gives the other people in my family a chance to get their responsibilities done and then we have time for fun. Sometimes I don’t feel like doing my chores, but I know I can sacrifice and play later. The Gospel also teaches us to be kind. Sometimes I don’t feel like being kind to my brother and sisters. Som

Update. Again.

Oh I miss writing. I was looking at the little thingy down there in the bottom right that lists the number of posts published each month/year. It's easy for me to correlate the slower pace of posting with what was happening in my/our life/lives given those particular months and years. Good things going on. A lot of "becoming versed" in situations that required privacy. A lot of prioritized activities and a lot of growing. So where we are now. We are still here. miss h is now a Mrs. M. and we've added a son-in-law that will get a blog name soon. They are living in a state near but not adjacent to us. miss s is a resident of another state and studying music therapy. little mr. b is quite a lot taller than me and in high school. little mr. j is happily reminding me that his birthday is very soon and I keep telling him, "Be quiet, you are not allowed to have your birthday this year or to grow up." He is happily ignoring me. my mr. ran a marathon today

Out by the house


Confident Concrete

Apparently an overconfident concrete/cement (?) truck spent some extra time out at the property. Wish I could've seen it being pulled out. Heard it was quite an ordeal. Glad our builder warned them not to go where they went, because their extra time did not turn into our extra time. And in the concrete world, time is money.

Yesterday & Today Ap"pier"ances

The soil on our property is quite "loamy." Really it's like very fine river sand. There are also a few spots with natural springs. They discovered this while clearing the lot. It was HOT, HOT, HOT and there were spots that stayed muddy for days. At first the builder thought that we might just have some water pockets - water trapped in the sand because of the clay below - but when they didn't evaporate over time, he knew we had springs. Our friends a few hundred feet away confirmed this when they started telling stories about getting stuck in soft spots on their yard equipment. For a firm foundation - something very, very important - it was decided that we needed to put some piers in.  It's not going to  have piers all the way around, just mostly on the East side. Our driveway will be (is) gravel to make the moisture issues less of a problem. Boy oh boy, do those holes bring joy to my heart! It's so very exciting! I was out there doing a very quick hap

There's a stake in my dirt.

And a drive down the lot. And chalk and flags.  Yay!

Burn, Burn, Burn


Manners - found & lost

I came across this picture from months ago - taken at a banquet honoring all the new eagle scouts in our district. Guess why we were there? :) Our little cub scout came along to honor someone he looks up to very much. While we were eating, I looked over and saw him cutting his meat European style . We do not know where he learned this, but he is very proficient. At dinner tonight he was sitting like a monkey with his food in his hands and sloshing milk onto his chair. Maybe we should make all our meals be banquets.

Soccer Boy's Pool Party


From yesterday

The Oklahoma wind was kind to us. The wild fires from a few summers ago ran through this property. Sadly, a lot of trees died. But there are some beautiful ones left and our builder  and hardworking dozer man are uncovering them in the overgrown mess.  There was one huge dead beauty that had to come down.  I would've loved to have seen her alive.  Here's what I've learned in the past couple of days: 1. The wind has to be 10mph or less in order to get a go ahead (permit) on the burn also, there has to be enough space around the big pile and the fire has to be babysat. We are very, very fortunate the Oklahoma hot wind was/is taking a bit of a break. 2. I need to wear different clothes/shoes when I'm walking out there.  Today's dirty feet brought to you by: dirt.

Best Birthday Week Ever

Once for my birthday, my mr. built some beautiful shutters. Best birthday gift ever. I'm a tough one to gift. But, I believe his gift has been topped. I am so excited. Pictures from yesterday. 8:10am ish 9:30am ish  2:00pm ish 2:30pm ish


So little mr. b (who is now a lot taller than me) went on a 'trek' with his youth group (girls, too!!!) and a bunch of other congregation's youth groups. They were outside the whole time and needed some protection from the little critters. So I bought him this:   I thought, "Earth smell. Well, they're all going to stink anyway. Might as well smell a little earthy rather than chemically."  Then I came home and tested a little out on my arm. I failed to acknowledge the big yellow letters right above 'earth scent.' Do you know what hunters use to smell like the earth? It doesn't smell like earth. And it totally would keep the critters, big and small, and especially feminine away. I almost sent it with him. But I didn't. He had fun. And didn't stink.

Guess what has two buttons.

My shirt. It has two buttons. Two buttons has my shirt. And had it not two buttons, It still would be my shirt. And my fatty arm would've been wayyyyy more comfortable for the last, ummmmm, five (?) years. (Loving this year's lost and found theme.  Seriously. I really could've 'let out' these sleeves long ago. Very glad to have finally noticed. Especially since I've not exercised or eaten well the past 10 months. Oh well, at least the sleeves looked good for miss H's wedding festivities.)

But it smelled of death and bacon.

  The big garbage bin smelled of death and bacon. So I sprayed it out, left some water in there and poured in some bleach. And let it sit. For a few days. Then I sprayed it out some more. And emptied it down the drive into the grass. I should not have emptied it into the grass but I thought sending death and bacon into the grass  was a better idea  than sending death and bacon into the street. I didn't think about the bleach. Don't send death and bacon and bleach to the grass. It would go better down the drive. (PS- please don't feel bad for the grass. It's not really grass. It's weeds and it'll come back just fine. At least I'm pretty sure it will. If it doesn't, I've got a great new product that brings death to weeds & smells funky clean to patent.)

Today was 8th Grade Day

It was not 2nd grade breakfast day. And at 8th grade day, I got to go see a movie. And while standing in the quiet 10:30am movie theater foyer talking with another mom and waiting for some 8th grader to buy something unnecessary, I heard this comment from a lone young man- who was not with our group and definately not an 8th grader. "Woo Hoo, I'm not alone today." And I thought, "I am glad it is 8th grade day and my life is my life and that I don't normally go see movies in the morning and that I won't miss the 2nd grade breakfast because I mixed my days up and that I have friends to stand around and talk to while waiting for some 8th grader to buy something unnecessary and most importantly - I'm glad we brought that young man some joy."

Not Cool

If you get an email from me, you will get my automatic sign off that says something like, "I write, come visit if you'd like." (As I just typed it out, I think I will change it to, "I write, come read.") But today and yesterday, I deleted my little auto link off a few emails. I'm embarrassed I haven't written anything of substance for a very long time. I'm shy to share the feelings I've had over the last couple of years or so as the people associated with said feelings have feelings of their own. I'm shy to share the lessons I've learned through experiences with them and on my own. I haven't wanted many visitors around. There haven't been many visitors around. That needs to change. The sign off needs to change. I need to change. School gets out for me this Thursday. I will see you after then.

What I learned in the last 10 minutes

Posting this more for me than for you. I'm 5 minutes 49 seconds into this podcast & already I've had quite a few moments of insight and clarity that I've been missing regarding personal revelation. Apparently for years. It's looking that that's my 2014 theme. Here's the link to what I was listening to and what I will be listening to again tomorrow when it's my quiet time: conversation by Julie Beck on Mormon Messages I'm off to read D & C 11. ( Click here for an explanation of 'D&C.')

Today's lesson will change my life!

We've had my car since 2003.  This afternoon, mr. b found a button that releases the glass upper part of the back hatch.  The one that we thought only opened with the key fob.  That would've been nice to know about a million frustrating trips back to get my keys so we could get in the hatch open ago.  Eleven years.  My life will never be the same. 


After many incarnations, our 'final plan' is in the works.  And no- the one pictured is not it. After so many years of thinking about what a forever (or 40 year) home would be for us, we had a surprisingly difficult time deciding what we wanted. You know the pictures we tear from magazines. The samples we put in a file somewhere. They just didn't work for us anymore, so we started from scratch. We had five or six meetings with our home planner & after the fourth one I thought we would be in the planning stage forever. We couldn't really find a plan we liked online for him to work from. We couldn't even draw what we wanted. We just knew what rooms we wanted and kind of where in the lay out we wanted them, but couldn't seem to make it work. We finally found an online floor plan that had the rooms where we liked, but it was a french country style with a lot of set backs on the front and back of the house. We do not want a french country style house wi

Fail to Sell

Treading life. Not a recommended way to live. Because things happen to say- Hey, it's not working for you. See - you failed. Like we already didn't know. Head smack. These came about a year ago. We chose a realtor who didn't really market our home. Just put it on the list and that was about it. Put the house on the market in November. Dumb. Bad timing. We knew better, but oh well- people were moving to OKC- chance to sell! Let's move on it. Wrong. Failed to sell. Found a new realtor. Big suggestions. Marathon house prepping days. Back on Market in March. Offer in April (I think). Weirdness ensued. If I ever go through that again, No will be my new answer. No, it's not convenient for you to show the house 14 times (exaggerated a bit) in a week to all your people and then after a dozen inspections threaten to pull out of the deal a week before close because you just realized something wasn't the way you wanted. Old pushy realtors s