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.



Perspective

"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!
Grrrrr.
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 listen, because I was focused on the program-not on myself recording it.

It may have been one of the best high school choir concerts I've been to.

And for that, little green candy cane, mr j will take a bow.

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 Baptist Church that's kitty corner from our school served the meal.

I believe the lunch ladies cooked it.

And some mom volunteers cut the pies.

I was not involved.

I only ate.

And took pictures.

Here's the most very special thing about this feast.

Do you see those older kids in the lower right hand corner of the picture?

They are 8th graders (our school is PreK - 8th).

And that is a big deal.

Their job is to serve.

They get drinks, help carry trays, get desserts, clean up messes, make messes cleaning up the messes,

and so much more.

It's incredible because:

the 8th graders are working for tips.

Tips that they will put together to provide

Christmas Gifts for needy children.

I had an 8th grader the first year we lived here.

She is still talking about the time

when her whole class got quite a lot of $

to spend on one child for Christmas

because the folks at the feast had been so generous.

I loved watching them.

It was so wonderful to see their excitement

and to watch some of them

serve their little hearts out.

It almost made me cry.

This is the centerpiece that was created by my little neighbor,

you know the one,

the one that lives

over there, behind us.

I want one.

This is a picture of two boys eating.

The older boy was very grateful have a PreK

sibling, because you eat at the time of your youngest sibling

at the school.

So he got to go first.

And he was hungry.

He's always hungry.

This is what we saw as we were leaving the feast.

Another picture of something we saw as we were leaving.

I'm glad it goes both ways.

After that, we walked home and enjoyed the rest of our Thanksgiving Eve.

Thanks for staying for leftovers-

here's your dessert:

While we were waiting our turn to go feast,

the PreK kids entertained us

with a bunch of Thanksgiving songs.

And when they ran out of Thanksgiving songs,

they sang some Halloween ones.

So, with my mad skills,

I taped it for you from a very ridiculous viewpoint.

(They didn't sing the jump around part which made me sad,

but at least you finally get to hear the little Oklahoma accent.)

Enjoy!

Yay!

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:



Tu..daaaaa!!
And Yay.

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

So, Yay!
Thank you, Mormon Mommy blogs!
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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 spoken zero.

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.

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Here's some definitions to click to:

Sacrament Meeting & Speakers: For a wonderful description of this meeting, click here and scroll down to "What happens during sacrament meeting?"

Testimony:  A testimony is a statement of one's beliefs. You can find lots of Mormon's definitions of what a testimony is here. Testimony meeting is the first sacrament meeting of each month (except in April and October, when it's general conference and testimony sunday gets moved-usually to the week before the first week of those months-and if you have any questions on all this LDS going to church lingo, you can always email me or click on mormon.org - there you can look up your questions or have a live chat).

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After reading this post, I've decided that I've been wearing my nylons for way too long today (13.25 hours). I think the restrictiveness has effected me. FYI - I wrote the above, then we went to dinner, had a lovely time & now we are about to have family scripture & prayer and get the ready for in bed. So I really should be going.

And that last sentence under 'Testimony' might be in the top ten of my run-ons & use of ands and the like. Woo hoo.

Good night and happy Sunday!