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but not lately. Just wanted you to know that I have not fallen off the face of the earth. Real life's just needed a lot of my attention. I miss here. I will be back. Love,the mrs.

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Since I have been away, the snarky bugs have taken hold. That and my computer is now mute. Not deaf, just mute. little mr. b asked me if I would like him to fix it. I declined. This poor machine has been through enough. You have been warned. For today's Sunday School, we are watching a video. One that makes me laugh and laugh and laugh. I especially love the second verse. Have a beautiful day

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The computer wasn't the only one with a virus over the holidays. I was gifted with one too. And it was a doosey. One week long high fever (and the pains that came with it) over Christmas was not a beautiful experience. 2011's holidays are a very sad memory for me. And apparently along with the weakness I still feel, I am not alone. Because there's a message at the top of the screen that's

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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

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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 (

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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.

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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)

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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: Photokapi.com 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

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*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

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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

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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.

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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.)

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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.

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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

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Image from here. Water balloons are made to hold waternot 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

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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.

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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.

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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. (

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In honor of all the back-to-schoolnessand the many, many "kids" we know heading off to college,I give you the words I left my daughter this past Juneas 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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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.

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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 friendswent to scout camp.And swim

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This one came at 10pm tonight. It told us that we should tell the youth to bring a towel if they planned on using one. It wasn't on the original packing list. And if they plan on swimming they should bring a modest one piece bathing suit and another towel. I hope the kids get the message.

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Looky here, we made the "Mormon Times' What's Happening" section. Probably one of a handful of times cute little Oklahoma's been on that list. So this is the culmination of the last half year's practices & activities that have eaten our lives that our youth and youth leaders have been focusing on. There have been about a zillion emails marked URGENT, URGENT, READ NOW, LAST ONE, NO-SORRY NOT

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I love freaked out first lost tooth photos, don't you? This photo taken last night by my brother-in-law in Boise of my youngest born going through that milestone event without his parents in even the same state. I was told,"It's a little tooth. It's small, like a fruit fly, no like a house fly. It's small."by little mr. j.He told me that again today when I spoke with him on the telephone.He also

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Hi. I am home safe. Arrived home about 8:30pm, Saturday night, fully in caffeinated mode. miss s enjoyed mocking me. No more doctor for me until my next road trip. (And I am fully confident that I can do road trips on my own after this past ten or so days. Yay me. Ok, maybe not fully on my own-the doctor will come along, but I only will use him for his caffeine.) And there are only two heads

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miss h and miss s make fun of me when I drink something that has caffeine in it. They tell me I am a spazz and make fun of the cool thing I can do with my arms. "Look what I can do." They're just jealous because they can't do the arm thing. I drove through the Rocky Mountains today. I thought my brain was going to explode when I got to the top. That and my bladder. There were construction

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I'll give you a full report when I'm back at a full keyboard, but just wanted to check in. miss h is officially at 'college.' She's not on Facebook much or texting her family much, so I'm thinking she's not lonely. But wait, my phone just buzzed- She just texted me goodnight and did not reply to my 'I am driving past Provo tomorrow morning, do you need anything' question. I think she's going to

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It's 101 degrees in Oklahoma City. It's 55 degrees in the Salt Lake Valley. I am not in OKC right now. I'm in that other place and I did not check the weather before I packed, But that's another lesson for another post. (That and how I thought I put a time delayed post up for the past week, but it went to drafts instead. Sorry.) Happy Father's Day to my mr. And to other mr.s and to my little

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Shari wants the recipe for the scones. I tried one from a blog yesterday because I couldn't remember where I put the recipe that my at-one-time-a friend gave me in Texas. I didn't want to go digging all that up again & the wonderful blogger at Make It Do posted a link to a recipe on her blog & I said, "Oh, Happy Day!" miss h rolled her eyes and gave a beautiful disgruntled grunt when I told her

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miss s sang in sacrament meeting with a young man in our ward. Their voices blended beautifully. I wish it could have been recorded and played back for you to hear. I hope they sing again. I'm glad they shared their talent. Matthew 25:14-30 The kids chose to watch 'Toy Story 3' today.  I couldn't stand to watch it. I spied miss h's little madeline doll packed in one of miss h's suitcases. I

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Sometimes I get these really brilliant ideaslike when I walked into the dreaded WM (by the way- I heard a friend use that exact term yesterday-woo hoo me to start a word fad)and found a cookie cutter on clearance and big ideas began to float in my non crafty head. The idea involved black frosting. Do you know how much food coloring you have to add to make black frosting? More. Got it.

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Just wanted to let you know that I survived and had a great time!32 Young Women and 5 awesome leaders-we were probably 1/3 of the entire group.Lessons of mine from the "week"and I type "week" because really it was only three days(but wooee baby, it took a lot out of me).-asking teenagers to give up their cell phones and other electronics for camp is L-A-M-E (in said teenager's opinion-but not in

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My dad tipped over my great, great grandfather's headstone last Saturday. Wished I had enough time to tell you the story that my mom told me. I guess he did an "egg roll" because he didn't want it to hit him. If you knew my dad, you would find this very comical. And, because of of time constraints, they could only get to my grandmother's cemetary after it was dark. That's not good. Lesson:

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photo of little mr. j eating a cookie that he and miss s madein the shirt he wore to church Phew.What a week. Here's what went down in Sunday School today. (And I say Sunday School in a very general way- really I mean, here's my take on today. What went down, what I thought, whatever comes to mind as I am typing this up at this hour that I really should be using to get ready for bed.) We will

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Grandfather: 'God Had His Foot On The Door' During Twister - Oklahoma City News Story - KOCO Oklahoma City Their shelter is almost exactly like the one we have. I hope we have the same help if we ever get hit. Here's another link to Yahoo coverage that has many different stories of the week's tornadoes: "Husband Gave Life to Save Wife...." I hope you all are safe. I hope you all are with me in

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But she wasn't asking about the weather the first time. After she checked the weather, she called a few times. The problem is that the television channel she was watching from so many miles away is a national channel and they don't give as detailed information as our local channels do. Our local news gives very detailed information about when the storms should arrive and what their paths will

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This was the view when we drove into our neighborhood last Saturday morning.(picture by my mr.) Ok, I think it was last Saturday morning. It might have been Friday morning. I am not sure. I am pretty sure it was not Sunday. (It's been quite a month.) We'd had some big winds the night before. Then there were the horrible tornadoes way east of us last week and Joplin this weekend. Last night

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Quite some time ago, I thought I wanted to try to write for a commercial blog. I was wrong, but I did write something to submit in the process. Since we are very close to the three year anniversary of selling our San Antonio home, I'm going to share this with you. And later in the month tell you the real story of buying and selling that house. (Oh my word. It's just silly.) Here's the prompt I

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It's storming big time right now. There's a towel at the bottom of the front door to catch the sideways rain that threatens my wood floor. I keep jumping at the booms shaking the window. Thankfully we are not on a tornado watch. Guess what? It Thundered in Dallas tonight. Yay. I have a theory. We moved to Seattle. The Sonics had a great few seasons. We moved to San Antonio. The Spurs had a

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Image from here. Because this one is kicking my tookus.(tookus = behind, bum, rear, etc. & so forth) More on that tomorrow.Maybe.

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Friday morning I talked to my friend who was planning to do something very brave (& did). Because of something that had happened in one of her teenage son's classes, she was impressed to let the folks at the school know more about our LDS youth. She shared our church's For the Strength of Youth guidebook with our school administrators. She hope that it would help them understand where the LDS

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Not, really-I'm not going to do that to you :). What a crazy day. I'm glad they only happen once in a while. All I can say is thank heavens for vehicles that run & teenagers that I trust who have driver's licenses. (Which reminds me-I still need to tell you that story of "two weeks ago Monday" that is now half a year old.) I will tell you that at 11:15am ish, I tipped over on the couch and fell

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my mr. and little mr. jout for a run Remember that last post where I was maybe going to fish for sympathy?Well today I really am going to do it.Even though I will be doing something moms everywhere do,even though I will be enjoying the time with my kids,in a little car that the older ones think is theirs but it isn't-that I can commandeer and say, "Who really owns this car? Driving it is a

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May I list for you my weekend? (Maybe I shouldn't. Once in junior high a girl told me to "quit acting like that, you are fishing for compliments." What a hardened 9th grader. Sheesh. Ever since, I've tried not to fish or phish or whatever, but sometimes it just happens & besides this post won't be about fishing for compliments, it'll be about fishing for sympathy or empathy or a few "you poor

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miss h's Senior year has turned into a blur.Actually, her whole life has.The little toddler who tore up all the catalogsturned into the preschooler whotook the mattress off my bed and wore my high heels.Then she began writing in second gradeand turned into a poet. We'll just skip middle school and high school things here, because I am thankful some of those memoriesare now a blur. And we'll show

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This boy loves cars.He would like to change his name to Red Ferrari.Seeing a corvette is like having a cupcake.So after his last soccer game this Saturday,while we were walking back to our car,I had to take a picture because he said,"Oh man, look at that car. It is totally AWESOME."Yes, mr. j, it is awesome.Totally awesome.

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Sometimes my photography skills amaze me.Not. But as this is the only picture I have of lovely miss s receiving her National Honor Society Certificate,I must share. I must sharehow proud I am of her. Because who would have thought,after a very rough start in first gradeand the subsequent years,that this little girlwould work so hard and push through the first big life challenge she was faced

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PS- I can't make the photos go where I want them to on this page, we did go to church, miss s was around-just not in the pictures, there will be much less sugar next year and now you know that I need to clean better. (after his nap ~photo is how we found him, I promise~ my mr. started a new tradition ~ an egg fight~ thankfully, it didn't end in tears)

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As of April 27, 2011, 9:15pm, he is no longer a baby. He aced his "Always Changing & Growing Up" pre-test yesterday.And the teacher gave them some "deoderant and zit repellant."It's good that he got some repellant, because we've had a couple of those little visitors come nosing by. Some girlies ding, dong ditched our house the other day.Eeeek!It's happened once beforealong with another instance

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A few weeks ago, I went on a hot date to a concert and a picnic lunch afterward.Transportation had been arranged.It was awesome. I liked the bus ride there and back(except the part on the way home when my tired date and his friend started fighting a little bit), the awesome PreK mosh pit,and the walk to the park after our lunch. When you watch the video, the dark sections are of the

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Image from here. Tonight we registered someone for new student orientation.(She's starting summer term.)I think I may have found a few apron strings that missed being clipped.We are about 7 weeks out.So very weird.

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Happy Easter. What a lovely day. It rained and was cloudy and grey. Clearing the drought (I hope). Very fitting for this Christian holiday, I think. May I share with you the words to a beautiful hymn that we sang today. (If you'd like to listen or sing along, click here and hit play.)  I Know That My Redeemer Lives I know that my Redeemer lives. What comfort this sweet sentence gives! He

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This sign was posted at the main intersection near our house about two weeks and two days ago.I am the reason this sign was posted at the main intersection near our house and many other intersections.I am especially the reason it part that reads "Possible Traffic Delays."I know, me? Really? Really.Mama Bear kicked in.And she didn't keep her mouth shut this time. So, for your entertainment, my

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The local library is having a peep art competition, but according to the registration materials, I am too old to enter. I think my piece pictured above would totally have rocked the categories, but alas, tis not to be. So I'm just sharing it with you, my peeps. Thanks for enjoying my Peep art. peep s - (or ps) - miss h and I are in the midst of a disagreement over who took this photograph. She

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miss h wrote the message above and asked that I share it with you.I asked her to please write a post to go with it,but she's busy being a Senior & all that,so sorry no post.But--we can chalk this one up as one more post about a big kid.Yay.Happy Spring. ps- How about those fence lines?

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I've been thinking a lot about this coming week. I've been thinking a lot about Christ and how in just a few years on earth, the tremendous impact he had. You probably know this already, but just in case you don't, I am Christian. I believe in Jesus Christ. I love Him. And while I am no master scriptorian, I do hope that I may be considered a worthy follower of Him and his teachings. The

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Image from here. Who knows what assuming something does?Let's spell it out:when one assumes,one makes an A _ _out of Uand ME. ASSUME Somebody assumed that I was mad at them because I did not answer a text they sent.Somebody was wrong.And now I think somebody is mad at me.But I am not going to assume that because what would that make me? I left this kind of drama long ago.It's stupid.I will not be

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I thought I would let you know right up front that I am just going to ramble about here at Sunday School today. I hope you don't mind. A few weeks ago, we sat in front of a seat kicker. It felt like I was sitting in a massage chair. I remember thinking, "Gee, I wish he would kick a little higher and work on those knots in my upper back." Then I realized that the pew doesn't go up that high and

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Image from here. It is 12:34am CST (at least it is that time right now, when I finish typing this sentence and when you read this it will be a totally different time, but I wanted you to know anyway). Now it is 12:35am. For me. And I am sitting at this computer typing in words listening to the rumbling sounds coming from a snoozing somebody. A few minutes ago somebody else was talking about

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Today's a big day in the Mormon circle of the world. Actually, today and tomorrow. It's General Conference weekend. Happens twice a year. First weekend in April and first weekend in October. It's a time where we can be fed spiritually and hear the messages our Heavenly Father wants us to hear. For our time. Right now. Today. So, if you'd like to join the family, you are totally invited. (We'll

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Image found here. Today's show and tell item was supposed to start with the letter "T." little mr. j wanted to take the toaster. After some cajoling, he settled on toast. When he came home he told us that, "This was the first time ever in the history of my school that someone has brought toast for show and tell." Yay us! And in more preschool antics, he came home with one of those very coveted

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This is one of many pictures that I did not take.I was driving on a freeway and didn't feel likeit would be very safe to take my attention off the road,but wanted so badly a picture of the Utah mountains that I said to my awesome cousin,Heidi,"Would you please take some pictures for me?"And she did.And I'm glad. Because it looks like I'm having my annual(maybe bi-annual or quarterly)mental freak

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Image from here. I finished our taxes. I know I should have done this before March 1, as we now have a "student" in the house, but, I didn't, and now we will deal with the consequences. Oh well. I will do better next year. And I will learn more about FAFSA. Yay. "Precious Father, why have you given me this desire to wrestle and then made me such a stinky warrior?" --Nacho  little mr. j has had

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These are not mine. Mine cost a lot less than these ones. I got mine at Westlake ACE Hardware. I don't know which lake it's West of, but if it's the lake I'm thinking of, Ace is REALLY West of it.The snazzy image came from here. So here's a list of what's been trimmed, cut down or taken out this week:a baby field of  love grass (ok, this was trimmed the week before, but I'm still counting it)8

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I hope this week that I'll not be in the thick of thin things. How about you?

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So, I am probably a horrible mother for posting these pictures, but I have to. I can't help myself. This is a memory that needs to be preserved. And since we didn't get to bring any teeth home to leave for that dang tooth fairy, this is the best the girlies are going to get; their painful day told from their mother's perspective. 1. I was so nervous for them last night that I didn't fall asleep

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Image found here. The tooth fairy has a bad history at our house. He/She doesn't come for days on end. Sometimes weeks. Tonight that is going to change. I hope. I talked to one of my friends about their family's tooth fairy and she told me that once, their fairy forgot to visit for over a month. Guess how much that child received when the fairy finally visited? Yeah, a lot. I guess that fairy

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I am forcing myself to come to Sunday School tonight. I know it's good for me. I know I'll feel better after I write. It's just so hard to sit still here and focus, when there are a bunch of other things I could be doing-like reading that book I had a hard time putting down last night or getting a drink of water. But, I am sitting here in the little office with my mr. who is not talking to me

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Picture from here. Where I wish I'd bought the pineapple from. Whew. What a week.(Actually, what a two weeks.)And I still have much to do.So, I will leave you with a thank you note that I need to get written.And it might be telling about the state of my mind of late. Dear Amanda,Thank you for finding the pineapple in the car.I had been wondering where that funky fruity smell was coming from.I

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See if you can guess the 'L' snack items we brought to PreK this week. They're pictured above. Answers below. Last Friday's email note to our PreK teacher (subject line regarding that day's show and tell): Hi- little mr. j's item for F is -----"Forgot" :). Sorry. (He remembered earlier today. But we didn't act on it--we were being silly and thinking of F words-good F words.) I told him he

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On Valentine's morning, when I went into little mr j's room to say good morning, he hopped out of bed and started looking for something on his little nightstand, behind his picture frame and in front of the little CD player. He told me he had something special for me that he had been saving to give me for Valentine's Day. Then he found it and gave it to me. The bobbie pin. The very precious

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Welcome to my messy office, that I sometimes share with my children.I love her hair.And I used to love that lamp, but it doesn't match anywhere in this house.We just need the light in here.It used to sit on the changing table/dresser when the boys were little.The shade has pee stains.I never knew how well those little shooters shot. Anyway,Tonight I sang a song to two Senior girls and they

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One of the writers of a blog that I visit (when I can steal the computer from my children or am staying up way too late) asked some questions for a project that really got me thinking. She is taking a class-I don't remember what it's called-something about religion and culture and identity. Anyway, the questions she asked really touched my heart and I've been thinking about them for the past many

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There are three unwritten posts sitting in my post list.Have I found time to get to them?No. So, because this little becoming versed is important to me.And I need to write something.And because I think there are a few of you out there reading.And because it seems there are so many pregnant women and new moms everywhere I look and I am glad I've been through that phase.And because this is too

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Doing crafts gives me the willies.I am not good at decorating.And being girly is difficult for me.But, I am happy to say that the Young Women in our wardwill be getting a candy and paperValentine tomorrow. And these are they: A happy smiley face prize for the first person to correctlysay what candy is under each wrapper.Well-each wrapper except the dud of a picture dud one because you can

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And it is weird because we are just getting over more snow days. Today, the little one's school is open, but not the big one's. Score for the last two weeks for my younger kids: Snow days 6 School days 4 Score for the last two weeks for my older kids: Snow days 7 School days 3 So it's Friday, the day before two days off from school and our routine has been whacked for two weeks. I did attempt

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Whether they be written, whether they be verbal-it's alway wise to follow the directions. Example: Handwash, not dishwasher safeor (and I'm sorry there's not photo for you with this one)Dishwasher & microwave safe, will get hot in microwave, made in China.(but they forgot to add-if it gets too hot in microwave, it will explode and you won't get to eat your leftover chicken enchilladas and that

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Really Four Snow Days?The kids are starting to get concerned that this is seriously going to cut into their summer plans. Which probably are something along the line of what's pictured here. (Snow Day # 3)Day #3 went well for us. Much less bickering than the earlier two days.Very pleasant. I talked to a friend. Also a mom of daughters' friends.She said her family needed a break from each

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Hi.Happy Sleet, Ice, Snow and Wind Day 2011.Oh, I forgot, cold.It's cold too. And that big storm is moving North and East. Good Luck North and East. Here's what we did today: Watched the news.Because it's always on during severe weatherand before severe weatherand after severe weather.And there are very important stories to tell.Like three crazy college kids who decided to sleep in a tent. And I

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Yay!Look what I just found.What a nice surprise.I should open my eyes a little wider. I might see fun things like this a little more often. To see where it came from click on this link.If you don't want to click over, here is the text from "The One-Minute Writer." One-Minute Writing of the Week: the mrs. I choose one of the daily winning response from each week and feature it as the One-Minute

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This came in the mail after I'd finished my summer reading.It didn't help my state of mind. It didn't help because all this summer/early fall, I was reading young adult dystopian or apocolyptic novels.And they made me nervous. It all started with and then of course, I had to read and then I needed to know how it ended. So I read (Images from here.) And, just to let you know, when I read, I tend

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This is not the razor I use. But this is the website the picture came from. This weekend, I learned that razor blades placed facing the correct way on the razor handle will do a wonderful job. That was a good lesson to learn after a very hairy & confusing month. May your blades always face the right way. And may we (and when I say we, I mean me) please stop knocking mine off the rack in the

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Are you aware of the buzz about LDS (Mormon) women who blog and the people who read them? Apparently there is a buzz. And now there is a call for people who are not LDS, who obsessively read these blogs to tell a reporter from the Wall Street Journal why. Oh, what a buzz. I realize I am not a typical mormon mommy blogger- crafting gives me the willies and none of you are obsessively reading

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