Saturday, October 31, 2009


I was hoping to save time today by sending my 16 year old to the ATM to get some cash out. I thought I gave a complete tutorial on using an ATM... my pin number, what to push and not to push. My only mistake was forgetting to tell him that if you leave the card in the ATM (after the transaction) LONGER that TEN SECONDS, the ATM will suck your card back in as a security measure. Said card will not be available until after 11:00 am on the next business day. I did not save myself time in the long run. Oh well, another little adult lesson learned for my teen ager. How to work an ATM. I know in their finance required class in high school they learn how to write checks, maybe a quick lesson on the fine art of using an ATM would be apropos?

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Boy Humor At Its Best!

I am still laughing about Aaron's answer to Dog Patch - a girls choice casual dance this month at JHS. His date "double dog dared him" to go to the dance with millions of yummy dog bones around our front porch (well yummy to Roxy, she is still snacking on them!).
So, in keeping with the theme of "Dog Patch" Aaron and I were brain storming an answer to the girl in question last night. I must have been tired, caffeine deprived, or completely off my rocker because what we came up with was "boy humor" at its best.
Here is the story...
When Randy goes to Alaska he likes to bring home small gifts for the kids. Well, in Alaska what is there to bring home to the kids besides wild animal bones, animal fur, parts of animals?? Yes, that year the boys received wolf leg fur and paws. So we have 3 of these things floating around and I thought - PAWS - DOG PATCH - "PAWS"ITVELY - would work perfectly. Aaron knew right where to find that gross wolf part. Haylie was mortified and disgusted that we even had that and horrified that someone would cut of a leg of a wolf. Long explanations followed about how humanely this was done, etc.
The wolf paw was perfect for the answer. It read, YES! It will be "PAWS"ITVELY wonderful to go to Dog Patch with you! It was complete with the requisite cute dog clip art and tied off with a plum satiny ribbon.
But, alas, it was a dried up wolf paw and there is no getting over THAT fact.

Needless to say that the girl in question was quited shocked to receive her answer on her doorstep... and I feel a twinge of guilt for finding this answer so funny. I still am chuckling to myself even now. I blame it on the fact that I am surrounded by this boy humor and that is where I let it get away from me. I should have helped Aaron to sweeten up his answer and I should've kept my mouth shut about that Paw!
After we told Josh about the whole adventure, he was "DUH, I hope she returns it!"
I am sure it is deep down in her garbage can by now.

That's okay, we still have two more.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Reasons for my Headache

I am not sure why I have a killer headache today, so I have made a list of possibilities...
1. today is day 1 of a 12 week healthy eating plan and no processed sugar. (why do we do this to ourselves?) Knowing this...
2. Yesterday I made chocolate chip cookie dough to send up to Logan for Kylea and Eric (they got half the batch) and I over indulged with my spoon all afternoon long and aren't Sunday afternoons looooong? I never baked a single cookie, but sure enjoyed all that delicious cookie dough!
3. today I started a 4 week boot camp program at 6 am at the gym (again why?)
4. post neck strain from the car accident, sometimes I feel like I have an eighty year old neck - limited range of motion, and pain.
5. last night I stayed up way too late reading the newest Dan Brown novel - page 382 left me horrified (just keep reading through to the end and it will make sense - if any of his writing really makes sense.)

Pick a reason, they all qualify for helping to prolong the killer headache.

Do I really need to have dinner tonight? Is there a headache clause for the kitchen? The oven has been heated up for 1/2 hour and the salmon is defrosted in the sink...just a few more things to do before I can officially call it quits for the day.

Thursday, September 24, 2009


I went to parent teacher conference with Aaron on Tuesday night. It was interesting in a few ways. First, six of his eight teachers are men. Usually, it is the other way around. I think that is awesome. I was so impressed with his math teacher and his physics teacher (I forgot he was taking physics. He is such a self motivated kid that sometimes what he is doing slips through the cracks of my scope.) Aaron says that his physics teacher reminds him of his grandpa Fisher. That is a big compliment to the teacher in terms of his intelligence and his kindness. You can't do better than emulate a loving grandpa.
These teachers - in fact all of his teachers - were genuinely interested in Aaron and if he was understanding the class material. I was a bystander while they talked with my son. I enjoyed listening to him talk, it was much more than the teen talk of "yeah, no, okay, sure", but real conversation. I got a glimpse of who he is becoming. It was a very enjoyable evening walking around and talking with him while we waited to see his teachers. For me there is not much to say to a teacher when his class percentage is 98.75% or 108.89%. Just a heartfelt thanks for being a good teacher, for loving to teach kids rather than loving a huge paycheck. I am grateful.

I loved the advice from his seminary teacher. He said to Aaron, "Do your scripture reading first thing before your homework and you will be so much further ahead when you begin your school studies. The Lord will see this and bless you."

Exactly. True.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Life Stuff

I went to parent teacher conference tonight at Jordan with Aaron. I always try to look nice when I go... so I fixed my hair, clean clothes ,etc (some days that doesn't always happen). While driving there I realize that I did not change my shoes! Not good. I had on the pair I leave by the garage door, my "run outside in the early morning with the dog to make sure she goes pee and poo shoes". Like I said not good. I had been busy with the dog and then running around the house before I left and I didn't change them for my much cuter black flats. I felt like a dork but hopefully pulled off the look okay. Oh well. Sometimes there is just too much going on in the brain.
Maybe my marbles have been jiggled too much...

Last week I was in a car that was rear ended on 3300 South. The young guy was reaching down for his cell phone on the floor of his car and hit us dead on. Okay - there is no call that is that important! I am like a broken record with my kids about cell phones and cars. I have been visiting the chiropractor for the last 5 days trying to find some head and neck pain relief. About this time of night my head begins to hurt, kind of a band of pain from the base of my neck up my skull until it settles right on top of my head. My two sister-in-laws and mother-in-law were also in the car and they are also suffering with whip lash.

I am tired of cleaning up mouse guts from the back door. Our cat is a fanatic hunter and must eat the whole mouse except for the stomach and intestines (as far as I can identify those tiny little organs - yuck)!
I know this is a tribute of her affection for us but, come on cat. Leave the guts in the bushes.

Tanner gets braces tomorrow - another big moment in his life. Tonight he was trying to convince me that his teeth are really straight so he didn't really need them, did he?
I so enjoy my time with him driving to and from school and to practice at night. He is a real conversationalist and we have a great time laughing together. When a really good (OLD) rock and roll song comes on, he just laughs when I turn it up real loud and try to sing along. He always says, "Duh mom, no one listens to this stuff anymore." Really?!! Donna Summers?? Disco forever! Earth Wind and Fire??
He is a good son.
Today he told me he is working on praying every morning and every night. It was like "can I have oatmeal for breakfast and I am praying every morning and night". Love him. If anyone loses anything in this house he is the first one to say "Well, have you prayed about it? You know that really works".

Randy wants him to hit puberty full force and get the testosterone going strong, but I love my sweet boy as is. Some days he will wake up and say "we need to clean this house, I feel like cleaning"!

Sunday, September 20, 2009


Those that live in our vicinity know that the exchange student we were expecting did not happen. A last minute cancellation of 77 visas by the state department put the brakes to a bunch of middle eastern kids coming to the US for a year. We were so sad. He was ready to travel in five days when the cancellation came. There was some investigating into some bad stuff with exchange students in PA - so instead of thinking that 99% of all the hosting families are good and honest and will actually feed their students (really, a couple of students were hospitalized for starving - hard to believe), the state department cancelled all their leadership scholarship winners (77) across the board.
Maybe we will be the chance to host him again next year. We did get an invite from Ali's mom to come to Jordan or Qatar anytime to visit... that would be a fun trip!

So - I do have a more organized, dejunked basement now. I probably wouldn't have tackled half of that during the summer if I didn't think I HAD to.

Lately, as if I didn't have anything else to do - I am trying to train our dog Roxy to learn to live within the boundaries of a wireless fence. She got so scared from the training sessions and the required "shock treatment" that she has a hard time getting up her nerve to get outside. I took yesterday and today off of training and will go to the pet store tomorrow to buy some very yummy bribery treats for her.
We'll see how it all goes. I am invisioning a day when I can drive away and wave to her and she will be obedient and not shock herself trying to leave. It can happen!

I do enjoy a lazy Sunday afternoon and evening... I need to will myself to get up and fix something to feed the family. Randy left town today for Virginia so my cooking expectations drop a notch or two... I think the kids want spaghetti on Monday and Wendesday before he returns. (Yes, Randy is not a big spaghetti lover.)

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Why not?!

It's only been 3 months... time flies!
We are getting ready for another life changing experience around our home. We will be hosting an exchange student from Quatar for the upcoming school year. Nothing says clean and gut the closets like someone coming for an extended stay in your home. I am talking underbed, top of closet, every outdated school paper, rock, project that doesn't grab my mother's heart is hitting the chopping block of garbage. I saw today that an average american produces around 4.5 pounds of garbage per day - I am over the quota for sure and will be until August 8th.
This has been along time coming - the cleaning, not the student.

Our student is named Ali and he is 15 and will be going to Jordan with Aaron for the school year. I don't have a ton of facts yet, still waiting for the more in depth paperwork. I have always had this on my list of things to do, I was an exchange student myself when I was 16. I spent the summer in Argentina and it was wonderful.
Do you ever have experiences that are so random that you know they are given to you for a reason? This is one of them. It was so random how we were contacted about this student. The original host family backed out last minute so the hunt was on for a host family... can you imagine making those calls? Er, hello? I need to ask if you are interested in taking in a student for the school year - feed him and give him a great experience? Like I said, it was such an interesting call that it just felt immediately right. It took Randy a couple of weeks to "get his head around it", he asked all the good questions that I completely didn't think about. Sometimes my heart races ahead of my head!

Interesting stuff. Never dull around here.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Easy Approach to Food Storage

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Saturday, April 4, 2009

Life moves on

Life has been good and busy! It seems that I think - I should blog this or that, then life keeps going and the chance gets away from me.

A big part of this 2009 year so far has been enjoying the open house and dedication of the Draper temple! I can see the temple from our family room and love having the visual reminder of what the temple means to me and my family. I have felt compelled to gather my geneology, I always thought that would be for my golden years, but I feel the need to get the names into my computer. I have become addicted to getting those names into my PAF folder and I am loving it. I like to think about who these people were, how they enjoyed their families and lives, what it was like to leave their families and go to a different country.

We had an incredible opportunity to be in the temple for the first dedicatory session and that memory is something that will always be in my heart. Sitting in the temple with my DH and children, it must be a little like heaven. Hearing my oldest son sing so strongly, The Spirit of God was amazing! He is the one who never sings in church, but I know he felt the spirit strongly, it was a powerful song to be singing in the temple and I knew that he knew it. Another memory for my heart. I remember the prophet said after the dedicatory prayer to remember that we were now in a dedicated temple so we needed to act reverently. This was something that Haylie picked up on and was happy about. She said that she couldn't wait to come back to the temple when she was old enough. There are so many wonderful memories associated with "our" temple.

On a different note,

We have expirenced two proms from a boy's perspective (much easier!) with Josh going to Alta's prom and Aaron going to Jordan's prom. Josh and his friends decided to go 80's and wear pastel tuxes - Josh wore lavendar (!). I don't remember lavendar tuxes at my prom in the 80's, maybe my memory is fading, can't say that I really care now anyway.

Aaron was the traditional one for his prom, he wore black. I have yet to find out if he danced any dances besides the slow ones...

I must say that I love my boys, my girls, Randy and I love my life!

Friday, February 6, 2009

Grateful that he loves me, flaws and all

I remember when Randy and I were first married and attending a married student ward at the U, a Sunday school teacher pointed at the divide in the class and said that over the period of our lives, one half of this room will end up divorced. Everyone laughed, "no way", "not us".

Maybe I am not so accustomed to divorces around my life, but just lately two have shown up in my acquaintances and I have been stewing on their fates. Both of these women are LDS and were married for time and all eternity in the temple. (I know that while this is the correct way to be married, it is not a sure fire protection that trials won't happen in marriage - they do - and the selfish choices of one partner or the other...) One friend said this is not what she had planned in her life. She said, "Look at me, if it can happen to me, it can happen to anyone." She is in her early 40's with two kids. Her husband's affair ended their marriage.

Another decided that she had married too young and didn't have the chance to "do everything", so she moved out and left 3 kids to pursue her dreams.

How utterly sad. I don't know if it is the blah winter weather, but I have really been depressed for these two women and the selfish choices that led to the ending of their families.

I understand that life is not perfect, we are not perfect. There are no guarantees in this life to how others will react and choices they will make. Still, I have wondered how two people so in love in the beginning can end up so completely dissatisfied and unhappy. In looking for some peace in my thoughts, I have looked at what has been taught by our prophets. President Hinckley beautifully reminded me that stormy weather hits all of our homes on occasion, but " The remedy for most marriage stress is not in divorce. It is in repentance. It is not in separation. It is in simple integrity that leads a man to square up his shoulders and meet his obligations. It is found in the Golden Rule."

I loved the quote from the Deseret News that President Hinckley used - don't we all wish to be perpetually young and ravishing? I have to say that more and more each day I am grateful for a dear husband that loves me and has loved me for 23 years, regardless of the physical flaws that I so easily see in myself. I think I need to be kinder to myself and my "flaws" because there are many who love me as I am... something we all need to think about.

Read the rest of the talk by President Hinckley in May of 1991.

“There seems to be a superstition among many thousands of our young who hold hands and smooch in the drive-ins that marriage is a cottage surrounded by perpetual hollyhocks to which a perpetually young and handsome husband comes home to a perpetually young and ravishing wife. When the hollyhocks wither and boredom and bills appear the divorce courts are jammed. …
“Anyone who imagines that bliss is normal is going to waste a lot of time running around shouting that he has been robbed.” (Deseret News, 12 June 1973, p. A4.)

Stormy weather occasionally hits every household. Connected inevitably with the whole process is much of pain—physical, mental, and emotional. There is much of stress and struggle, of fear and worry. For most, there is the ever-haunting battle of economics. There seems never to be enough money to cover the needs of a family. Sickness strikes periodically. Accidents happen. The hand of death may reach in with dread stealth to take a precious one.
But all of this seems to be part of the processes of family life. Few indeed are those who get along without experiencing some of it.

I know of no more beautiful story in all of literature than that told by the Master as recorded in the fifteenth chapter of Luke. It is the story of a heady and greedy son who demanded his inheritance, which he wasted until none was left. Penitent, he returned to his father, and his father, seeing him afar off, ran to him and embraced him and fell upon his neck and kissed him.
Some of you within the sound of my voice could recount family sorrows in your own experience. But among the greatest of tragedies, and I think the most common, is divorce. It has become as a great scourge.

...more of betrayal, more of sorrow, more of neglect and poverty and struggle than the human mind can imagine. Millions of those divorced in this nation are lonely, frustrated, insecure, and unhappy. Millions of single parents are struggling to rear families, carrying burdens beyond their capacity to handle. Millions of children are growing up in single family homes from which the parent, usually the mother, out of necessity, is absent much of the time. These “latch-key children” return from school each day to empty houses, where, in many cases, there is inadequate food and only the refuge of the television set. Not only are the children suffering, but all of society is paying a frightful price for their circumstances. As they grow older, the incidence of drugs increases among them. Vast numbers turn to criminal behavior. Inadequately trained, many are unemployed. Some aimlessly squander their lives. Millions have become the “flotsam and jetsam” of society, washed upon the shore by oceans of neglect, abuse, and frustration, helpless to correct their circumstances. Time magazine, discussing the problems of New York City, stated that the most serious is the breakdown of the family. Sixty percent of those in New York City public schools, totalling some 600,000, come from one-parent homes. Comparable studies would doubtless bring forth similar statistics for other large cities in America and most of the large cities of the world.
We are building and maintaining more prisons than we can afford. The costs are enormous, almost beyond comprehension.
In an alarming percentage of the cases of those who are warehoused in these facilities, there will be found in their background a broken home where a father abandoned his family and a mother struggled in vain to handle the overpowering odds against her.

Why all of these broken homes? What happens to marriages that begin with sincere love and a desire to be loyal and faithful and true one to another?

There is no simple answer. I acknowledge that. But it appears to me that there are some obvious reasons that account for a very high percentage of these problems. I say this out of experience in dealing with such tragedies. I find selfishness to be the root cause of most of it.
I am satisfied that a happy marriage is not so much a matter of romance as it is an anxious concern for the comfort and well-being of one’s companion.
Selfishness so often is the basis of money problems, which are a very serious and real factor affecting the stability of family life. Selfishness is at the root of adultery, the breaking of solemn and sacred covenants to satisfy selfish lust. Selfishness is the antithesis of love. It is a cankering expression of greed. It destroys self-discipline. It obliterates loyalty. It tears up sacred covenants. It afflicts both men and women.
Too many who come to marriage have been coddled and spoiled and somehow led to feel that everything must be precisely right at all times, that life is a series of entertainments, that appetites are to be satisfied without regard to principle. How tragic the consequences of such hollow and unreasonable thinking!

There is a remedy for all of this. It is not found in divorce. It is found in the gospel of the Son of God. He it was who said, “What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.” (Matt. 19:6.) The remedy for most marriage stress is not in divorce. It is in repentance. It is not in separation. It is in simple integrity that leads a man to square up his shoulders and meet his obligations. It is found in the Golden Rule.
Marriage is beautiful when beauty is looked for and cultivated. It can be ugly and uncomfortable when one is looking for faults and is blinded to virtue. As Edgar A. Guest once remarked, “It takes a heap o’ livin’ in a house t’ make it home.” (“Home,” in Collected Verse of Edgar A. Guest, Chicago: Reilly and Lee Co., 1934, p. 12.) That is true. I can show you throughout this church hundreds of thousands of families who make it work with love and peace, discipline and honesty, concern and unselfishness.
There must be recognition on the part of both husband and wife of the solemnity and sanctity of marriage and of the God-given design behind it.
There must be a willingness to overlook small faults, to forgive, and then to forget.
There must be a holding of one’s tongue. Temper is a vicious and corrosive thing that destroys affection and casts out love.
There must be self-discipline that constrains against abuse of wife and children and self. There must be the Spirit of God, invited and worked for, nurtured and strengthened. There must be recognition of the fact that each is a child of God—father, mother, son, and daughter, each with a divine birthright—and also recognition of the fact that when we offend one of these, we offend our Father in Heaven.
There may be now and again a legitimate cause for divorce. I am not one to say that it is never justified. But I say without hesitation that this plague among us, which seems to be growing everywhere, is not of God, but rather is the work of the adversary of righteousness and peace and truth.
The strength of the nations lies in the homes of the people. God is the designer of the family. He intended that the greatest of happiness, the most satisfying aspects of life, the deepest joys should come in our associations together and our concerns one for another as fathers and mothers and children.

My goal - each day make an effort to put my husband first when he walks through the door. To do this, I need to be better organized and complete all the daily "stuff" before he comes home.

PS - FYI: I am happily married to the kindest, most patient, sweet, hard working, loving, best dad ever, man in the world (sometimes things have a way of getting spread through family - I am just pondering on my friends, not on my own marriage).

Friday, January 30, 2009

Sneeze, Sniffle, Cough, Cough

I hate being sick. I have been under the weather with a horrible head cold since Tuesday... I think on of my kids (who will remain nameless) sneezed on my laptop keys and shared their germs. Yuck. I knew today that I just needed to really rest and give myself a chance to get better so... I did not get dressed (still wearing the snowman pj's from last night with an Alta hoodie for when I go outside with Roxy - I did manage to brush my teeth but that is the extent of my beauty routine), drank a lot of water, ate a few whoppers (why? they were just there for the eating!), rested, took the dog out a few times, still in my pj's.

The house is quiet tonight which will help my r and r.

Randy and Tbone are camping out at Camp Tracy -BRRR - I hope they have fun. Lax man is off being social at a HS basketball game, Ernie had wrestling practice, Euphonium lessons and then is off to watch some indoor soccer games. Patch is watching movies tonight at a friend's home. So it is just me, the BIG box of kleenex, the remote, the roxy puppy *hopefully she is all pooped out in every way, that little dog sure poops A LOT!*, and licorice the cat. Sounds like a fun night.

Glad I went to Wal Mart yesterday (fun visit to Logan to see Ky and EJ) and bought 8 pairs of briefs each for the big boys... now I don't have to worry about laundry for at least 8 more days... if I wanted to wait that long...

Good night!

Saturday, January 10, 2009

A question I have thought about

This is a quote from the lesson I am helping to teach tomorrow in Relief Society. I have thought long about the question at the end... I hope to have a good discussion and hear what others think about it.

The parable of the sower shows the effects of preaching the gospel; it also shows that the Savior established His kingdom in the meridian of time.
“But listen to the explanation of the parable of the Sower: ‘When any one heareth the word of the Kingdom, and understandeth it not, then cometh the wicked one, and catcheth away that which was sown in his heart.’ Now mark the expression—that which was sown in his heart. ‘This is he which receiveth seed by the way side.’ [Matthew 13:19.] Men who have no principle of righteousness in themselves, and whose hearts are full of iniquity, and have no desire for the principles of truth, do not understand the word of truth when they hear it. The devil taketh away the word of truth out of their hearts, because there is no desire for righteousness in them." (Joseph Smith)

Why do some people have a “principle of righteousness in themselves,” and others don’t? If someone doesn’t have a desire for truth, is there a way to develop such a desire?

Randomly thinking

"Pets are humanizing. They remind us we have an obligation and responsibility to preserve and nurture and care for all life." James Cromwell

That said, I must say I am running an animal daycare! I was in a Relief Society meeting this past week and got no less than 4 phone calls...

"Where are you? THE PUPPY GOT OUT!!"

"When are you coming home? The puppy pooped on the carpet!!"


"I don't know what to do with Roxy!"

These calls came from Tbone - not the biggest fan of animals. A little stressful. Roxy managed to push against the puppy play pen and get out. (We fixed that.)


She is cute, but I find myself waking up in the night to check the time because I haven't heard her cry. Scary.

This morning I was watching "Ratatouille" on TV to stay awake at 6:30 (not much to choose from at this early Saturday morning time - this is a family favorite, go little chef!). I was up at 3:30 with the pup for a moment for a potty break and then had to keep reading my book, there where only a few chapters left. Bad choice.

I am tired today.

I did give my fridge the New Year's clean - the oldest thing I found was expired in 11/2007 (pop out dough rolls). Yuck. Ky and Tbone would be impressed. They are the expiration date freaks in the family. Yes, you are. I have been known to scratch/cover/remove/lie about this particular date in the past... sorry. No one died.

I got the call this morning that our RS teacher for tomorrow has come down with strep, so I will be teaching 1/3 of the lesson with my presidency... a blessing that the lesson can easily divide into thirds. I am actually looking forward to focusing my thoughts on something. Ever since Roxy came from the North Pole I have felt very scattered.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Say Hello to Roxy!

Not the best picture of Roxy - she looks a bit rabid here.

She is trying to tackle the marshmallow roasting stick cord.

BFFs Forever. No question.

Santa brought a big surprise to our home Christmas morning. Patch received a tiny little puppy around 8 am. Apparently, Santa forgot to leave her on his first stop at our home... she was hiding under his blanket and he didn't see her.
* *you know you have good friends when they offer to help play Santa and keep a new puppy on the first night away from her mother AND put a darling red bow on her neck with a cute tag from Santa AND deliver her to us in a Christmas Blizzard no less. Thanks H and T.

Welcome to our home Roxy! She is a cockapoo, chocolate colored with white tips on her front paws and white on her chin and under her neck. She is so sweet, but in this same sentence she is puppy. I feel like I have blasted back into my baby days - waking up in the night to crys, feeling like I can't leave the house, feeding schedules, getting our house puppy proof... yikes.

And Haylie is back in school.
My life has changed, amazingly.

This too will pass and she will grow up from puppyhood. Her bladder will grow (please), she will sleep through the night and hopefully sooner than later she will get bigger than Licorice (our jealous cat).