The pumpkin patch with Ian's preschool class!
It was cold. It was wet. It was very muddy.
Of course the boys loved it!
Of course the boys loved it!
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Enjoy the word vomit!
I have trouble being concise with my thoughts on paper. ("yes, we know" thought the blog audience in unison)
I remember learning to write persuasive essays in high school. Begin with the opening paragraph, state your idea, point, side, this has a name right? What was that called? Thesis! Right? Anyway, as I recall, after stating your thesis (this just feels right, am I right?) one should then construct three paragraphs that would support your thesis. The persuasive essay should end with a re-statement of the thesis in a conclusive manner.
It was usually pretty hard to sum up what I had to say into that essay form.
I enjoy writing, I can go on for days when I write. Talking, or should I say chatting, usually doesn't come as easy to me unless I know the person really well. Nick get's to hear A LOT of my chatting, so does my family and a few other people. If you read this blog you have probably been victim to some of my chats.
On the flip side, spur-of-the-moment-when-it-counts-talking such as bearing my testimony or commenting in church or a public function, usually leaves me in a fuddled mess. I trip over words, I forget things I want to say, I say something that really annoys myself, I leave awkward pauses, and so on...
So, here is my point. I like leaving comments on your blogs. In fact I like it so much that I usually write a lot. I mean, do you really care that I once bought a Rainbow vacuum cleaner for $2000, then cried a lot, then returned it the next day?
In all this self-discovery I have learned that I like to censor what I say, which is why I enjoy writing. It can all be proof-read, changed if need be, and CENSORED! I don't know what kind of person that makes me. Guarded? Fake? I would also to think that it's just because I am considerate. Nobody really enjoys word vomit do they?
Questions: Do you enjoy censoring yourself? Which do you enjoy more, writing or talking?
I remember learning to write persuasive essays in high school. Begin with the opening paragraph, state your idea, point, side, this has a name right? What was that called? Thesis! Right? Anyway, as I recall, after stating your thesis (this just feels right, am I right?) one should then construct three paragraphs that would support your thesis. The persuasive essay should end with a re-statement of the thesis in a conclusive manner.
It was usually pretty hard to sum up what I had to say into that essay form.
I enjoy writing, I can go on for days when I write. Talking, or should I say chatting, usually doesn't come as easy to me unless I know the person really well. Nick get's to hear A LOT of my chatting, so does my family and a few other people. If you read this blog you have probably been victim to some of my chats.
On the flip side, spur-of-the-moment-when-it-counts-talking such as bearing my testimony or commenting in church or a public function, usually leaves me in a fuddled mess. I trip over words, I forget things I want to say, I say something that really annoys myself, I leave awkward pauses, and so on...
So, here is my point. I like leaving comments on your blogs. In fact I like it so much that I usually write a lot. I mean, do you really care that I once bought a Rainbow vacuum cleaner for $2000, then cried a lot, then returned it the next day?
In all this self-discovery I have learned that I like to censor what I say, which is why I enjoy writing. It can all be proof-read, changed if need be, and CENSORED! I don't know what kind of person that makes me. Guarded? Fake? I would also to think that it's just because I am considerate. Nobody really enjoys word vomit do they?
Questions: Do you enjoy censoring yourself? Which do you enjoy more, writing or talking?
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Please, judge me!
So, I haven't gotten around to getting my kids vaccinated for the H1N1 thing or the regular flu. Well, Simon had a half flu vaccination, but I never made it into the peds office for the other half. I have decided it's because of two reasons:
I'm Lazy. And I'm anxious.
Well, maybe not lazy (definitely anxious!), but I just hate the hype that surrounds the whole H1N1 vaccination. (Like I said, anxious!) Apparently there was a clinic last Saturday at our local really-big-round-building. We intended to go take our kids, really we did. But Saturday got the best of us and we made pancakes, danced in our PJ's, did some mild reconnaissance for Halloween decorations (which consist of a strand of 10 glowing pumpkin lights, really that's I've collected over the years? I AM a terrible mother!), Basically we had our first full day as a family in a really really long time and it was a really great!
That still leaves us with no H1N1 vaccinations, and are there even any flu shots available now? So, I guess it's just good hand washing for us, keeping our germs to ourselves if we are sick, and maybe a mild case of something.
Am I a terrible mother? Am I the only one out there who hates the idea of waiting in line for a vaccination that I don't know if I really trust? Am I the only one that thinks that even if I go to all the trouble of getting the flu shots/mist/whatever it is that we will probably get something equally as bad, because I have three kids and...we always get sick?
Go ahead, I really want to know your opinion on the matter, what's your stand?
And another un-related but completely judgable question, am I the only one in my neighborhood who really really thought the world was ending the other morning? (Sunday morning at around 4 AM) Which, by-the-way induced some soul searching on my part, and MAN I cannot die any time soon!
I'm Lazy. And I'm anxious.
Well, maybe not lazy (definitely anxious!), but I just hate the hype that surrounds the whole H1N1 vaccination. (Like I said, anxious!) Apparently there was a clinic last Saturday at our local really-big-round-building. We intended to go take our kids, really we did. But Saturday got the best of us and we made pancakes, danced in our PJ's, did some mild reconnaissance for Halloween decorations (which consist of a strand of 10 glowing pumpkin lights, really that's I've collected over the years? I AM a terrible mother!), Basically we had our first full day as a family in a really really long time and it was a really great!
That still leaves us with no H1N1 vaccinations, and are there even any flu shots available now? So, I guess it's just good hand washing for us, keeping our germs to ourselves if we are sick, and maybe a mild case of something.
Am I a terrible mother? Am I the only one out there who hates the idea of waiting in line for a vaccination that I don't know if I really trust? Am I the only one that thinks that even if I go to all the trouble of getting the flu shots/mist/whatever it is that we will probably get something equally as bad, because I have three kids and...we always get sick?
Go ahead, I really want to know your opinion on the matter, what's your stand?
And another un-related but completely judgable question, am I the only one in my neighborhood who really really thought the world was ending the other morning? (Sunday morning at around 4 AM) Which, by-the-way induced some soul searching on my part, and MAN I cannot die any time soon!
Happy Crazy Hair Day !
Monday, October 12, 2009
Nine years!
Today is our 9th anniversary, I'm feeling philosophical so please indulge me for a moment. Alright, I want you to look closely at the people in the picture for a moment. (click on it to enlarge)
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Did you look? You may have noticed the state of confusion amongst the crowd. I see this as a symbol of a happy marriage. Everyone is looking around in different places with very different thoughts running through their heads.(Cortanie, what were YOU thinking?!?)
Nick and I on the other hand are focused on the same thing, we are examining our rings together, the symbol of our marriage, the symbol of eternity. We are happy, we are sublimely unaware of the chaos that surrounds us.
The crowd is waiting, unsure of where to look, what to expect, or when to smile and act happy. Nick and I don't want to look at anything else except for each other and don't really care what to expect because whatever it is , we can do it together. In this picture we were thinking of that moment and that moment only, while standing outside of the place where we were sealed for eternity!
This is my goal, to enjoy each moment to the fullest while still remembering the big picture. The eternal picture. Nick is a good example to me, he is a pro at this. Thank goodness I have him to learn, grow, and experience life with!
Happy Anniversary Nick, I love you!!!
Ps, why wouldn't they let us do this in the temple? :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9LAuhUp8Uh8
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Be kind to your web footed friends.
Oh do I have a story for you dear reader(s)!
Last Friday I had the unique opportunity to do some "freelance" work for a local event planning company, Global Events Partners. The event I was working was an annual meeting for the Truevalue Company employees and retailers. I have done this sort of thing before, I get to meet a lot of interesting people from around the world, and I get to act all professional and helpful. It is sort of like an acting gig in a way, I get to be completely different then I am in real life, where professional and helpful rarely enter my vocabulary. :)
So, here I am, all ready to be professional and helpful. I even had on lipstick.
I was given my assignment for the evening: assisting one of the performing groups for the evening. The performing group I was in charge of: The International Children s Choir. Now, some of you may have heard of this choir, they are a popular children s choir from Salt Lake City. Let me just say that I loved them all! They were dressed in authentic costumes from all around the world, ages ranging from about 6 years to what looked like 15 or 16 year old teenagers. You all know I am a fan of singing, and children s choirs and such. The director, Dr. Kathy Sorensen was very kind, talented, and delightfully scatterbrained (in my opinion, a sign of a real musician). I loved them!
That being said, let me explain my first impression upon meeting the choir, specifically Dr. Sorensen. We exchanged greetings and shook hands. I explained that I would be her go-to girl for the evening, helping her and the choir with whatever they needed. She began to say that she needed me to help her cue up a series of CD tracks so that the choir could sing along with them when she reached behind her to unzip her duffel bag. I was expecting her to pull out the CD's we were currently discussing, but as she unzipped I realized that the duffel bag was full of something....like a goose. A real Goose. A Goose named Eliza Snow. A Goose named Eliza Snow that had a red cloth diaper and patriotic cape on and lives with Dr. Sorensen.
Oh, and did I mention that Eliza sings with the choir? She does.
So, Dr. Sorensen and I casually finished discussing the order or songs etc. while Eliza honked and "sang" at some of the 5,000 people milling about the performance area. Dr. Sorensen mentioned that she would like Eliza's two numbers with the choir to sandwich a large African medley, so that she could have ample time to do Eliza's costume change. COSTUME CHANGE! At this point I had to remind myself that this was real and not a dream, I felt a little dizzy and was trying not to giggle.
So, the performance ensued and it was very fun! I played DJ, while the children sang, danced, and puppeted their little hearts out. Eliza was spot on, and the crowd just ate it all up! The only snag of the evening was when I didn't cut the CD before the recorded applause blared over the speakers. They forgave me.
As I sit here and type this, I wonder what I learned or took away from this event?
1. A goose can be a domesticated pet. I didn't say should be, but can be.
2. Singing is fun, children s choir should be fun.
3. Just when you think you know what to expect from life, it goes and hands you Eliza the goose dressed as big bird. Enough Said.
Last Friday I had the unique opportunity to do some "freelance" work for a local event planning company, Global Events Partners. The event I was working was an annual meeting for the Truevalue Company employees and retailers. I have done this sort of thing before, I get to meet a lot of interesting people from around the world, and I get to act all professional and helpful. It is sort of like an acting gig in a way, I get to be completely different then I am in real life, where professional and helpful rarely enter my vocabulary. :)
So, here I am, all ready to be professional and helpful. I even had on lipstick.
I was given my assignment for the evening: assisting one of the performing groups for the evening. The performing group I was in charge of: The International Children s Choir. Now, some of you may have heard of this choir, they are a popular children s choir from Salt Lake City. Let me just say that I loved them all! They were dressed in authentic costumes from all around the world, ages ranging from about 6 years to what looked like 15 or 16 year old teenagers. You all know I am a fan of singing, and children s choirs and such. The director, Dr. Kathy Sorensen was very kind, talented, and delightfully scatterbrained (in my opinion, a sign of a real musician). I loved them!
That being said, let me explain my first impression upon meeting the choir, specifically Dr. Sorensen. We exchanged greetings and shook hands. I explained that I would be her go-to girl for the evening, helping her and the choir with whatever they needed. She began to say that she needed me to help her cue up a series of CD tracks so that the choir could sing along with them when she reached behind her to unzip her duffel bag. I was expecting her to pull out the CD's we were currently discussing, but as she unzipped I realized that the duffel bag was full of something....like a goose. A real Goose. A Goose named Eliza Snow. A Goose named Eliza Snow that had a red cloth diaper and patriotic cape on and lives with Dr. Sorensen.
Oh, and did I mention that Eliza sings with the choir? She does.
So, Dr. Sorensen and I casually finished discussing the order or songs etc. while Eliza honked and "sang" at some of the 5,000 people milling about the performance area. Dr. Sorensen mentioned that she would like Eliza's two numbers with the choir to sandwich a large African medley, so that she could have ample time to do Eliza's costume change. COSTUME CHANGE! At this point I had to remind myself that this was real and not a dream, I felt a little dizzy and was trying not to giggle.
So, the performance ensued and it was very fun! I played DJ, while the children sang, danced, and puppeted their little hearts out. Eliza was spot on, and the crowd just ate it all up! The only snag of the evening was when I didn't cut the CD before the recorded applause blared over the speakers. They forgave me.
As I sit here and type this, I wonder what I learned or took away from this event?
1. A goose can be a domesticated pet. I didn't say should be, but can be.
2. Singing is fun, children s choir should be fun.
3. Just when you think you know what to expect from life, it goes and hands you Eliza the goose dressed as big bird. Enough Said.
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