JKx7 And More

2009-06-15T15:27:00.000-07:00

Elaine S. McKay, “Pray for Dad,” New Era, June 1975

2009-05-02T08:46:00.000-07:00

When Jess was in town, this was the lesson I was preparing. We haven't posted anything to this blog in a long time, so I thought I would use my Young Women lesson...

Invite the assigned class member to share the following story of how one young woman was impressed by Elder Ezra Taft Benson’s family as they strengthened him in his priesthood role:
“The first time [I came] to the Salt Lake Tabernacle for a general conference of the Church I was awed by the immensity of the building, but even more by the room-filling presence of the General Authorities who were assembled there.
“In my growing-up years, many of them had visited our small branch in Montana. We had no television, nor could we receive conference on the radio. So we looked forward to each visit as a special blessing. They had, it seemed to me, a power and faith above other men.
“Then on [that] April day … I discovered one source of a General Authority’s strength.
“I was seated with the six children of Elder Ezra Taft Benson, one of whom was my college roommate. My interest heightened when President McKay arose and announced the next speaker. I watched respectfully as Elder Benson, whom I had not yet met, walked toward the microphone. He was a big man, well over six feet tall. He was a man with a Ph.D., a man internationally known as the United States Secretary of Agriculture and a special witness of the Lord, a man who seemed serene and sure, one who had addressed audiences throughout the world. Suddenly a hand touched my arm. A little girl leaned toward me and whispered urgently, ‘Pray for Dad.’
“Somewhat startled, I thought, ‘This message is being passed down the row, and I am to pass it on. Shall I say, “Pray for Elder Benson”? Shall I say, “You’re supposed to say a prayer for your father”?’ Sensing the immediate need to act, I leaned over and whispered simply, ‘Pray for Dad.’
“I watched that whisper move along the row to where Sister Benson sat, her head already bowed.
“Many times since that day I have remembered that message—Pray for Dad, the patriarch of the home. Pray for him as he serves as district president or home teacher. Pray for him when he becomes executive secretary of a civic group, when his business flourishes, or when he takes a cut in salary. Pray as he gives counsel in family home evening. Pray for Dad who works long hours so that Jerold can go on a mission and Diane can go to college. Pray for him as he speaks in sacrament meeting or gives Mother a blessing that she might be made well again. Pray as he baptizes William or gives a tiny, newborn baby a name and a father’s blessing. And in the evening, should he come home tired or discouraged, pray for him. Pray for Dad in all that he might do—the small things and the great.
“As years have passed, general conferences have come and gone, and each time President Benson has stood to speak, I have thought, ‘His children, who are scattered across the continent, are united now in prayer for their father.’
“And I have come to believe that the brief message that passed along the row … years ago is the most important message a family can share. What extraordinary power and faith any man can have to meet the daily challenge of his life if somewhere in the world his daughter or son is whispering, ‘Pray for Dad’ ” (Elaine S. McKay, “Pray for Dad,” New Era, June 1975, p. 33).

2008-11-29T17:59:00.000-08:00

We need a new family picture.

One that includes Sister Bear and The Beastie.

Here is a funny picture to make you laugh:

2008-06-28T16:00:00.000-07:00

2008-02-12T23:11:00.000-08:00

How The Creature slept after a trip to the store.

2008-01-24T13:31:00.000-08:00

2007-09-21T16:52:00.000-07:00

2007-05-21T15:44:00.000-07:00

not that anyone looks at this blog anymore....

2007-04-23T14:54:00.000-07:00

here is the new house

FOOTBALL FACE!!!

2007-01-31T14:47:00.000-08:00

2007-01-16T16:18:00.000-08:00

It's Been So Long...I May Have Forgotten How To Do This

2006-12-13T19:55:00.000-08:00

My life seems to get crazier and crazier no matter how hard I work to try and make it less so. But since I have a lot of catching up to do, here goes a montage of pictures:

Proof that Abby really did wear her bathing suit to the beach in the middle of November:

She couldn't get her clothes off fast enough...maybe I should be worried:

And a cute picture of Paige and Lauren:

So...just a few weeks after the lovely beach trip, the weekend after Thanksgiving, we headed up to Apple Hill to pick out our Christmas Tree. The girls kept begging for a tree just their size:

Abby even thought she would take matters into her own hands:

We tried for another family picture for the Christmas cards...but, well...you know Abby:

I think that puts me back on the blogging map...in a way. At any rate, it will just have to suffice.

2006-11-26T00:28:00.000-08:00

some pics from my cam

2006-10-19T00:41:00.000-07:00

Funny Traveling Isaac #2

2006-10-17T19:02:00.000-07:00

You know when someone starts talking about something awkward and you imagine yourself shrinking away from the conversation? That was me last night. Thank you Isaac.

After we left Sandy’s last night, me and Isaac and Maddie headed to our meeting spot to send off Erik with Andre and Davey.

We were almost there when Erik’s phone rang, and in just two notes I guessed that it was from Star Wars. The Imperial March.

We talked about how the D. boys, especially Erik, are such huge Star Wars fans.

That’s when Isaac started talking. And I started shrinking.

“Today when we stopped at Taco Bell and Erik was going to the bathroom (oh crap!) and he was pulling up his (oh crap!) pants I saw that he had Star Wars on his (oh crap!) belt.”

So it ended well, but the ‘up to’ freaked my freak. The Oh Craps were mine, and can you blame me for nearly panicking?

Funny Traveling Isaac #1

2006-10-17T18:54:00.000-07:00

Yesterday as we drove out of town, there was a traffic jam at the STOP sign at Watt Ave. and PFE, giving Isaac extra time to study the “cant” that someone had hand-written above STOP.

He read it out loud, and Bampa and I explained that writing on a street sign is illegal and there could be a fine if the culprit was caught.

“It must have been written by a kindergartner,” Isaac said “because there is no apostrophe.”

Dad and I quietly chuckled and I said “Isaac, do you really think that a kindergartner could reach that?”

“Nope. It must have been a first grader.”

Something I've Learned in Special Ed

2006-10-02T18:02:00.000-07:00

Especially for Dad...

If someone accidentally writes on the white board with a non-dry-erase-marker, simply color over the mistaken writing with a dry erase marker and then it all wipes off.

A Preview of Family Pictures

2006-09-21T10:47:00.000-07:00

Sister Know All

2006-08-28T17:33:00.000-07:00

When Maddie and Isaac were playing today, I heard Isaac say something about num-chucks (how do you spell that) and then he said something about the Nipple Crippler. I wondered what video game or horrible TV show he got it from.

He said it again about a half hour later, giving me the opportunity to questions him. He got it from The Pacifiar, Vin Diesel's movie.

After a little discussion between him and Maddie and I, we decided that he shouldn't say it outside of our house. Turns out he didn't even know what a nipple was. You can imagine how embarrassed the poor guy was when his sister told him.

Thanks, Son.

2006-08-25T07:30:00.000-07:00

After I put the weeist sample of my yummy potato salad on Isaac's plate he told me it smelled like junkyard.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2006-08-14T22:05:00.000-07:00

Letter FROM Elder K July 26, 2006

2006-07-31T19:15:00.000-07:00

My Dear Mommy,

Well right now I’m at Atlanta International Airport, and it’s HUGE. It’s 3:20pm, and I don’t leave here until 7:55pm. I’m not excited about the wait. I love you guys so much. I would have liked to have been more mushy with you guys but I had to just go without looking back or I might have had a breakdown and I wouldn’t have been able to leave. I had to do the same thing to Dad also. Said goodbye and had to go. Love you guys.

So, on the plane, the lady doing drinks came by and I got a Coke without thinking about it. After a minute or two I realized what I’d done and didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t sure if I’d make a bad impression on the guys next to me. But, I drank it anyway. Good times. But the next time she came by I went with the non-caffeinated Sprite and made it clear that that’s what I was getting. Other than that it’s been an incredibly boring trip so far. I just have to remember what awaits me at the end of the trip.

I love you guys so much. Already miss you terribly. Please send me Jake’s, Kenneth’s, Robbie’s, and Josh’s addresses. I forgot them in my room somewhere. Please check in on Liz every once in a while. See how she’s doing and if she’s still waiting for me, because…I can’t worry about that, but you can, and you can let me know either way.

Okay, I need to take a break from writing because I’m starving but maybe I’ll add some more later. Love Ya’

--So! While on said food break I met Elder Green from San Jose. He’s going to England, Manchester. Cool kid…pretty excited. Then I ran into three Elders and a sister missionary fresh out of the Provo MTC on their way to Switzerland. Then, when I got back to the gate I met two Elders from Seattle going to England—one of them to London South. Next was an Elder from Texas. More updates to come.

--Okay, flying to England now. Since last update I’ve been bored 50% of the time and excited/scared the other 50%. There was a group of eight Elders waiting to leave when we were in Atlanta, and we thought that would be it. Then a plane from Salt Lake City arrived and about twenty other missionaries came and joined us. It sucked waiting in Atlanta for so long (I was there longest). But when we were all sitting there waiting, I knew more than ever that I was where I was supposed to be and that everything was going to be okay. Here on the plane I’m sitting next to a 16 year old kid from England who knows better than me what he wants to do with his life. He lives up north in Manchester. He was in North Carolina trying out for the NC college soccer team. At 16! School works differently in England. At 16, you have to decide pretty much what you’re going to do with your life. You can continue schooling or you can start working. This guy got great reviews or whatever so for the next two years he stays in school and the soccer org keeps and eye on him.

He was telling me that he goes to a Catholic school and, of course, we started talking religion. He asked about the differences between Catholics and Mormons. He didn’t really know anything about our religion, so I started with similarities first and went from ancient times to Joseph Smith. It wasn’t great, but it was something.

This flight is so stinking LONG!!!. It’s 10:30 Atlanta time, so I’ve still got 5 ½ hours to go.

Story for Jamesson—the kid I was talking about just said “Cheers, thanks Love” to the woman getting our trash. So funny! I miss you guys. Love ya.

Okay, to conclude this letter, I’m writing from the MTC. It’s 8:30 in the evening on the 26th. First day at the MTC has been quite an experience. I think I’ll keep most of it to myself. It’s already been really spiritual. I heard a really cool quote about baptizing people. It’s about how even if you only baptize one person, it will affect many more. “You can count the seeds in an apple, but you can’t count the apples in a seed.” Whoa, that hit me like a bag of wet potatoes. It was awesome. My MTC companion is Elder MacLee (mack-lee). He’s a really cool guy. He’s into racing cars. We were walking around the grounds, checking things out and we were talking about each other’s interests and he had to go back and explain 75% of the things he was saying, but he was excited to do so.

Well, I’m scared, excited, sad, and happy all at the same time. But I know I’m where I’m supposed to be. I didn’t have time to write down experiences and stuff twice, so I was hoping you guys could get a hold of Liz and set up some way of forwarding these messages to her. It can be by email if like or having her come over to read with you. Doesn’t matter to me, but please make sure she sees this stuff. Love you all so much. I want my whole family to know that I love them and that you guys are the most important things to me on this Earth and I’m so happy and thankful for the love our family shares. Love you.

Elder Kaupanger (Rhonda)

s/Big J

Dad's letter to Elder K July 31, 2006

2006-07-31T12:47:00.000-07:00

7/31/2006

Elder Kaupanger,

Houston gave his “welcome home” talk yesterday. Among that which he had to say is that he had some hard things to do—some people didn’t like missionaries at all, some of his companions were difficult, etc. But he said he wouldn’t trade any of those experiences because of what he learned from them. (He said he wouldn’t necessarily want to do them again, but he was glad to have learned from them once.)

As you go through the MTC you may come to a point where you say to yourself that it seems a lot like sales and marketing…that you’re “selling” the Church. Some people have a problem with that. Well, one thing to remember: Satan does not have any problem marketing and selling what he wants us to do. He can make bad activities look fun or pretty or glamorous or exciting or whatever—he markets really well. As we as members share the Gospel with those who would listen, while following the Spirit we need to make sure we use whatever method of communication works for the individual we are sharing with.

I’m looking forward to hearing from you about your experiences, the people you have met, England, the MTC, etc, etc, etc.

MUCH Love,

Dad

Dad's letter to Elder K July 26, 2006

2006-07-26T21:56:00.000-07:00

July 26, 2006

Elder Kaupanger,

One of the suggestions was for you to bring a story of your family ancestors that might be interesting in a missionary situation.

The following is from the Book of Remembrance of my grandfather’s grandfather, John Peter Rasmus Johnson (JPR) who was born in April 1824 in Denmark.

One night [at the age of 27] when JPR was out walking he met Christen Larsen, who was a convert to a new religion called Mormonism. The two men began a conversation which soon drifted to the new religion, and they talked until early morning. As Brother Larsen was laboring as a home Elder, he was happy to explain the principles of the Gospel to JPR who was inspired of its truthfulness. As they walked along they passed a pond of water which was covered with over twenty inches of ice. JPR said “Now here is some water, why not baptize me right now?” “I wouldn’t unless I was really converted,” replied Brother Larsen. “I am converted and I want to be baptized right now,” was JPR’s reply. They proceeded to break the ice and he was baptized. Later in the day he was confirmed a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints; this took place on 7 December 1851. His wife was baptized on the 12th of December, five days later.

Two years later they emigrated to the United States and to Utah to be with the Saints. (More about the trip at a later time.)

I love you much and proud of you and inspired by what you’re doing. We’re looking forward to getting your first letter.

Love,

Dad

Dad's letter to Elder K July 25, 2006

2006-07-25T22:35:00.000-07:00

July 25, 2006

Elder K,

You probably remember a US Army commercial where a dad is talking to his son, who is in uniform. The dad says something like “you did two things today you’ve never done before—at least not at the same time. You shook my hand and looked me straight in the eye.”

Well you did two things that were quite awesome today too as you left on your mission (which, of course, is awesome in itself). When we hugged and you went up the escalator you (1) stood/walked with confidence and great posture and countenance and (2) you didn’t look back. It was awesome to see how ready you are and how forward-thinking you are about your mission.

It was great to see how seriously you were taking your assignment the second you were set apart. I appreciate the example you are setting for us. I think it was great how you realized that whatever happens with the affairs of the world (such as the Middle East), that is not your focus right now—your focus is the Lord’s errand and his adventure for you.

Love ya’ lots,

Dad

Dad's Letter to Elder K July 24, 2006

2006-07-25T22:32:00.000-07:00

Monday, July 24, 2006

Elder K,

I am so proud of you ! ! ! !

I am so happy about the pioneering effort you are doing for our family and the eternal blessings that effort will have.

I am happy to see your success when you spread your wings and accomplish so much. Your work at Redmond’s (and the compliments about you I received when I met someone from there) and your talk yesterday are just two examples.

Love the people. You have such strength in that area. I’m sure you will find and develop new strengths in yourself, but you have a huge head start with the love and empathy in your heart.

Work hard. Enjoy and savor the adventure.

Love,

Dad

Intro Letter to President S (Mission President)

2006-07-25T22:28:00.000-07:00

President S,

We were asked to send a short note about our feelings about our son and his talents.

We love J very much and are very excited about his choice to serve a mission. We are glad he did not go out “just because he was nineteen”. He waited until he was ready. I believe he is really ready to be where our Father in Heaven wants him.

He is a missionary pioneer for our family. I was not active in my youth and did not serve a mission. My father was not a member. We are excited about the eternal difference J is making for us.

J is relatively quiet, reserved, and a bit shy sometimes.

I doubt J will be your top scriptorian. However, with his tender heart and a sense of empathy, I believe he will come to you quite ready to love the people—investigators, antagonizers, active members, less active members, his companions, and leaders. He especially loves children. He’s a big guy, but he’s a teddy bear with kids.

I believe he will come to you with a good foundation of being in tune with the Spirit. I believe he understands what the Spirit is, is learning to recognize It, and will be eager to explore how to cultivate and enhance his relationship with the Spirit.

He does sometimes get frustrated. He has a pretty good sense of the right thing to do, and sometimes when people don’t walk up to their duties, he gets frustrated. (Sometimes people either get better at their duties or they just don’t—and you can’t make them be better.) Jordan doesn’t ever “take it out” on them, but he sometimes internalizes his frustration.

I appreciate your willingness to serve in my son’s behalf.

Our contact information is:

Thank you,

Jim K

Instructions from the Mission President

2006-07-25T22:22:00.000-07:00

This is a portion of a letter from the Mission President:

"Please write supportive letters [at least weekly]--not letters to make your missionary think too much about home or topics that will distract him from his work. Write positive letters that will cause him to be an obedient, cheerful, hard-working missionary."

2006-07-02T23:37:00.000-07:00

Wow - we suck at blogging!

Independence Day and The Wedding Singer

2006-05-23T17:48:00.000-07:00

A River Runs Through it, and A Bugs Life

2006-05-16T12:16:00.000-07:00

Interview With a Vampire and Top Gun

2006-05-10T08:14:00.000-07:00

Is this as tough as I think?

2006-05-09T10:16:00.000-07:00

Good guesses Jess, but not the one I'm looking for. (hint: Kirsten Dunst is correct)

Jumanji and Coyote Ugly

2006-05-08T15:38:00.000-07:00

2006-05-08T08:13:00.000-07:00

ferngully and spiderman

2006-05-03T16:51:00.000-07:00

O Brother Where Art Thou and Liar Liar

More Happy Birthday, Jill!

2006-04-25T10:58:00.000-07:00

I'm wondering if Jaye's picture translates into something, or if it's just a cute picture she liked.

Happy Birthday Jill !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2006-04-25T00:21:00.000-07:00

Who's The Boss

2006-04-15T22:41:00.000-07:00

Yesterday at work Nate and I discussed what should have been our occupations...

Nate "I wished I would have finished my degree in accounting."

Me "I should have been city planner or some other job where I could be bossy."

Nate "Jesse, you don't strike me as a bossy person."

Nate "Jesse, why are you looking at me like that?"

Me "I wish my husband and family could have heard you say that."

Once Again: I'm Old

2006-04-06T18:58:00.000-07:00

As I hurriedly got ready for work on Tuesday (always in a hurry), I couldn't find my deodorant.

Getting desparate I used (gulp) my daughter's stick of Caribean Cool Teen Spirit.

I'm sorry. When did I get old enough to have a daughter? That uses deodorant?

Mom, Jill - you are killing me! Stop with the hospital business!

2006-03-23T09:21:00.000-08:00

They're Taking Teasing to a Whole New Level

2006-03-08T08:35:00.000-08:00

As I was behind schedule this morning, scrambling to get out the door, Isaac came into my bedroom to tattle on Maddie.
"Maddie said there's no Isaac's in Heaven!"

We had to buy Harry Potter TODAY!

2006-03-07T23:19:00.000-08:00

I needed to do a family blog because Jordan’s missionary picture is depressing – cool!, but depressing. What you should do is put the other missionary picture up on the blog. (Let’s see if you know what I am talking about. I am sure it has already been scanned into the computer for Jordan’s Eagle Scout thing.) I think the “other” picture would be so much cuter... and easier for the sisters to see.

I’ll just do a B, Jaye, & The Creature update (to push Jordan’s picture down.) B – is on vacation until March 27th!!! We are so gitty; we don’t know what to do with ourselves. I wish we had the money to go to Montana, but we don’t and I have that job. So far all B wants to do is read Harry Potter books, which is great, but the critiquing is getting old – “the movie didn’t follow the book at all.” Jaye – has been cursed by her parent’s genes, and is sprouting a gray hair as she types. The Creature -had a successful Sunday. He stayed in Nursery THE WHOLE TIME!!! Do you know how wonderful that was for me? My Sundays are so crazy with RS stuff; it was nice not having to worry about him. When I checked on him (through the little window) the teachers gave me the thumbs-up that he was doing fine. From Nursery he has learned how to stick stickers to a page. It doesn’t sound very important but people he is 1 ½, he is a damn genius.

Finally!

2006-02-23T20:54:00.000-08:00

The missionary papers have now been submitted to the bishop. Who will then submit them to the stake prisident who will then submit them to Salt Lake. So that's the update.
P.S. I know the picture is goofy(I'm even wearing gym shorts), so keep the smart alec comments to yourself. Especially you Jaye!

Can You Spell MOR*MON?

2006-02-15T17:28:00.000-08:00

I'm surprised that THIS didn't happen to anyone we know.

The most important astronomy lesson...from a mouse

2006-02-08T11:05:00.000-08:00

I just received a note from JK4 about some healing she was able to do by clearing up some communication, etc with her MIL. I was very touched and happy they were able to make a breakthrough.

She also mentioned we have been talking about Saturn, Venus, and Jupiter and astronomy in general. We do this for fun and, right now, to help with an on-going science project Paige is working on. (My knowledge of astronomy is miniscule, but we have fun.)

That got me thinking, Montana is a long ways away, but we can talk about and learn about and share about the 'same bright stars' (and planets) 'underneath this same big sky'...hey, didn't a mouse sing about that once?

(dang, it's hard to type on a laptop on your lap when it won't hold still because a little bit of weeping turns into more that a little bit of weeping.)

Love,
jk1

Somewhere Out There
Lyrics as performed byLinda Ronstadt and James Ingram
from the movie An American Tail (1987)
Somewhere Out There

written by James Horner, Barry Mann, Cynthia Weil

Somewhere out there beneath the pale moonlight
Someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight

Somewhere out there someone's saying a prayer
That we'll find one another in that big somewhere out there

And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star

And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky

Somewhere out there if love can see us through
Then we'll be together somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true

And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star

And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky

Somewhere out there if love can see us through
Then we'll be together somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true

Hee Hee Hee

2006-02-05T06:49:00.000-08:00

As we left the surgeon's office the other day with Isaac, we walked out to the parking lot in the enclosed sidewalk overpass (thing). Whatever it's called. Catwalk? Then we took the elevator down to the parking lot and while we rode said elevator somebody passed gas. Just after we got out and emerged into the crowded hospital parking lot, Isaac yelled "DAD, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU FARTED ON THE ELEVATOR!"

I'm giving a talk at sacrament service on Feb 19

2006-02-03T10:23:00.000-08:00

I'm giving a talk at sacrament service on Feb 19 (at 9:00am). Ya'll are invited (Jess, I'll send you a copy, but of course you are invited too). This is also Josh Culp's "farewell".

jk1

2006-01-29T06:01:00.000-08:00

There are certain topics that should not be sent to or from company email systems. There are no privacy protections on company email systems. All email on company email systems (sent or received) belong to the company.

The N. O. mayor quote is one of those topics. As racist as his remarks were, it is private citizens--especially as employees--that could pay the price. I believe the quote you found is VERY appropriate and quite good and quite funny, but not on company email. I recommend deleting it from your in-box and out-box.

And who knows, maybe a Montana company owner might applaud the quote (privately), but a California non-profit company might not think it was so funny.

I'm really, really, REALLY sorry to nag or lecture, but people have been fired for less. If, for example, someone saw the email and complained, the company would have to do something, or it could be sued for condoning the atmosphere.

What's your home email address? Or maybe use the blog.

2006-01-20T19:07:00.000-08:00

Looks like I might have a contract. The company I am subcontracting with and I are to meet with the state agence (First 5) on January 31 to finalize the contract. It's not a done deal yet, but it looks good.

I Think It's Safe

2006-01-12T15:30:00.000-08:00

To me it feels like all the bad mo-jo or 'bad joo joo' or bad vibes or whatever is gone from the trailer. I think the aura has been cleansed. The air literally feels lighter out there.

2006-01-12T15:03:00.000-08:00

… the other thing we didn’t do while Jess was here: Get rid of the oogalee-boogalies in the trailer.

The Forgotten George

2006-01-12T14:43:00.000-08:00

George Harrison songs make me blue. Weird? Well I am. But when I hear them on the radio it tugs at my heart because it reminds me of how much we've enjoyed the Concert for George.

So when Here Comes the Sun came on the radio today, I had that familiar heart tug, but it was soon followed by "holy crap, I didn't watch the Concert for George when I was home".

I had planned to, but things got busier and busier. I can't believe that I didn't stop and watch it before I came home.

Don't suggest that I watch it here. It wouldn't be the same.

Wise Words from Whose Line is it Anyways?

2006-01-06T08:39:00.000-08:00

Scenes from a Hat, the scene was: "Odd Signs to See Driving into a State"

Ryan Stiles: "Welcome to Montana, there's no one here."

2006-01-05T23:58:00.000-08:00

… and she danced.

Holy $#@!, I'm old.

2005-12-20T20:37:00.000-08:00

I'm 17 today. What's wrong with the world today?

Not On Sunday

2005-12-19T12:06:00.000-08:00

Apparently my children have been to a few too many funerals.

Yesterday our chapel had big, beautiful, dark red poinsettias in front of the pulpit. There were several plants lined up, it looked very nice and very festive.

During Sacrament meeting poor Maddie leaned over and asked “is there a coffin up there?”

2005-12-14T00:07:00.000-08:00

Dad, are you really taking our babies on the city bus? Shannon use to have to ride the bus to work. There was this creepy guy that rode the bus everyday. I don’t remember the stories, but I know that there are many, and some are funny, but scary. His nickname was "Chester the ________ster." I don’t want to type that word.
If the girls want to go on a train isn’t there a simulated one at the Train Museum? Let’s just go there.

-If you still want to take the kids I could be the other adult that goes with you.

I really thought Fudge was gone

2005-12-12T20:53:00.000-08:00

I thought Fudge was gone and lost forever. She took off Saturday night, and we could not find her. We walked and drove around quite a bit. I was pretty sure would not return. Happily she showed up Sunday morning. I have no idea where she was all night. I'm glad she's back.

jk

Also for the list

2005-12-12T20:46:00.000-08:00

(1) When we were downtown for the Santa Parade, Paige and Abby said they wanted to ride the train (light rail). So Grampa is going to take the grandkids on an adventure. We will get on the bus at Elverta Market, take the bus to the light rail station, and take light rail to Downtown Plaza. We'll either take a picnic or just go to fast food at the mall. We'll walk around Old Town for a bit, and then we'll come home. (I'll need at least one other adult.)

(2) Maybe we should figure out something different to call me. Older grandkids can't call me Bampa. It needs to be Grampa or something like that. (Jordan's been calling Pop.)

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Comments that are too late

2005-12-12T12:08:00.000-08:00

So how far back do people check for comments? Is there a "date last comment" field that lets anyone know something is there? Just curious.

In case no one checked comments on de-hexing the trailer, I do have some perfect de-hexing material.

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Can I Get a Glass of Water?

2005-12-11T13:05:00.000-08:00

I'm afraid that by the time I get there I will be dangerously dehydrated. I have a feeling that these tears of joy and anticipation will be ongoing in the next 11 days.

Two weeks BABY!

2005-12-07T13:26:00.000-08:00

It’s funny you bring up Balderdash. The Davis’ had Balderdash and I loved it! I always wanted to play it. I wanted to play it so much that when someone suggested playing a board game they would first preface it with, “… anything but Balderdash. Sorry Jaye.” It’s like an inside joke with them now. When the Davis’ moved they gave me Balderdash. I just looked in my game cupboard – I still have it! I don’t think it is a complete set though.

Oh boy oh boy… my turn:

Definitely let’s do the sleepover thing, and get green-goop crap to put on our faces. AND curlers – lots and lots of curlers. Manicures, pedicures. Pluck eyebrows… I know I am making this more and more tempting for the boys.

I do want to go out to dinner, but I am broke! (oh mom – we should take everyone to Q Bole)

Yes – Ocean. The Creature has never seen the “lotion”.

I didn’t understand what Jess was saying about the Pasta Shells, so I vote for egg rolls!

Help Grandma clean upstairs.

I’m all for a New Years Eve Party at mom’s house! Jess you will dance and you will like it. Mom do you think we could make homemade Sparkling Cider? Would it be cheaper that way?

Target practice on the guys sounds really fun! (but messy)

Scene It, Guestures, “bones”, poker (with food not $$), Spaz-Uno, Spoons, and Hide and go Seek with the kids.

Let’s do some good-witch-craft, and uncurse the trailer. Maybe sacrifice an albino goat or something.

Bike ride? We have a kiddy trailer for The Creature and Abby.

Lists, Lists, Lists

2005-12-06T11:39:00.000-08:00

I am really excited about some of the things on Jill’s list. Some of the things.

Jill’s Fabulous List
Board games – definitely. I’ll even take a stab at Balderdash.
Shopping – some.
Chevy’s – absofreakinglutely. And Round Table and Baja Fresh (maybe Cheesecake Factory).
Dancing on New Year’s – not so much.
Marie Calendar’s – it goes without saying.
Dinner at mom’s – I wouldn’t have it any other way. Maybe she could throw some Stroganoff together.
Please don’t shoot the boys. We could even include them in a Chevy’s trip.
Bare Escentuals? Really? No, I’m good.
Sleepover – you betta.
Pasta Shells – I’d rather not. I’d like to stay awake for this trip, thank you very much.
Pictures, pictures, pictures.

My List
Maybe a trip to the ocean?
Definitely a trip to Foresthill.
Please no trips to play in the snow. I’m good.

I'm No Al Roker

2005-12-06T08:32:00.000-08:00

(Written Monday, Posted Tuesday)

Just how cold is it? I’m sorry that I have nominated myself weather girl and that you are unfortunately on the receiving end, but we’re talking extreme temperatures people.

The other night Siri and I went to Costco and then back to her house so that our families could spend more time together. There wasn’t enough room in her fridge for our milk so we just set ours out on her porch for us to grab when we left. We played games and visited and then left a couple of hours later, giving our milk the opportunity to morph in to a block of ice. It still has not completely thawed, even though it has been two days and we have left it out on the counter for a few minutes here and there.

Maddie left her gloves at school on Friday and then went sledding for a couple of hours that afternoon with bare hands. Friends, it could not have been more than 15 degrees. I ripped her a new one and she was not allowed to sled all weekend. Per my mom’s suggestion, tonight I will show her images of people with frostbite.

Our street has a slight slope to it, and just beyond the intersection at the bottom where it comes to a ‘T’ there is a little drop-off. This morning I almost slid off of the drop-off, gently braking and then E-braking in effort to gain control. The kids were a little worried.

Not unlike the worry they experienced yesterday. When we left church yesterday Thad and Siri were in the car behind us so David decided to goof off a bit. We went sideways and almost rolled and narrowly missed a pole. Dork.

Our forecasted high tomorrow is 5 degrees. When I drop off the kids at school in the morning it will probably be around -3. I am having a little anxiety over this. Part of me thinks that I should call in sick to shelter my precious offspring from these extreme conditions. A note was sent home last week from the principal reminding parents that the kids will be sent out for recess, even when the temps dip below zero.

While at lunch with David today I asked him if we are expected to get a break from this or is this IT for the next 6 months. I later checked on line and found that we will indeed be getting a break towards the end of this week. On Friday we are expecting to get up to 34 degrees.

By the way, there are still two guys at work that show up in shorts every day.

Breaking News: the forecast has been revised. Tomorrow’s high is 2 degrees with the overnight low -13 on Wednesday. Please come rescue me.

Oh, Balderdash!

2005-12-02T21:40:00.000-08:00

I just played a game of Balderdash and thought, "That is TOTALLY a game we'll need to play while the W's are here!!" SO...in my infinite wisdom, I thought we should make a list of things to do while the W's are here. You know, like a plan or schedule...or just a gosh darn wish list to follow. I'll start:

*Play Balderdash
*Go shopping
*Girls night at Chevy's
*Dance the night away (New Year's, right Mom?)
*Girl Pie Night @ Marie Calendars. (invite the usuals)
*Not just Sunday dinners at Mom's...Monday through Friday dinners @ Mom's
*Shooting for the boys, if wanted
*Trips to Bare Escentuals for the girls
*Maybe a sleepover
*Christmas together
*Playing Balderdash
*Mom and Jess really should make those pasta shells
*Family pictures (just us together, not anything formal/fancy)
*QUALITY TIME TOGETHER

I think that's a good start. Please feel free to add to it. That IS the idea of it all...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESS!!!

2005-11-29T13:42:00.000-08:00

To My Jessica on her birthday…

Today my ODLER sister is 31
I’m sure that doesn’t make my mom feel young

My Jessica is so sweet
but has stinky feet

She is always the boss
of A L L of us

We love her so willings
Why does she have to live in Billings?

We can’t wait to see her soon
This poem sucks like dog poo

You Won't See This in California

2005-11-28T10:01:00.000-08:00

This morning I had one of those experiences that made me feel like “now I’ve seen it all”.

I was half-heartedly watching the news when a commercial caught my eye, and not because of the product being solicited. It must have been an ad for a local silversmith (or something of the likes); they were showing belt buckles and maybe even jewelry.

A cowboy was shown herding cattle and it was then that I noticed that one of the cows in the upper-right of my TV screen was getting busy with one of the other cows.

You cannot tell me that the editors didn’t notice this. Look at what kind of crap they pull (and get away with) in Montana.

What else can I expect from a state that puts on a Testicle Festival in the spring?

Another Isaac'ism

2005-11-26T08:10:00.000-08:00

We get a lot of Disney catalogs, at least one a week. In these catalogs are many things that you can personalize: clothes, duffel bags, lunch boxes, etc.

One day last week Isaac was looking at all this wonderful merchandise Disney offers at an unaffordable price. He found one sweatshirt that he liked that had been personalized for the little boy wearing it.

Isaac said "if only my name was Justin, I could have this sweatshirt".

When Taken Out of Context...It Really Doesn't Make Any Sense

2005-11-17T14:04:00.000-08:00

"I’ve already been feeling nostalgic... ...then out of the sky! Tempo Tissue."

(An afternoon trip down memory lane for me and Jess...she's the clever one.)

I Hope He Won't Be Too Far Away

2005-11-13T13:31:00.000-08:00

The following caused me to shed many unexpected tears when read out loud in Primary today. I guess all the exciting mission talk is getting to me.

My brother is on a mission
In a place far away.
He teaches folks about the Lord.
He shows them how to pray.

My brother is on a mission.
His letters make me proud.
Because he’s doing what he should,
He stands out in a crowd.

My brother is on a mission.
It’s the right thing to do.
And when I’m big like my brother,
I’ll serve a mission too.

Bonnie Kerr Morris, “Missionary,” Friend, Nov. 2005

Upcoming stuff

2005-11-09T21:36:00.000-08:00

FYI

A week from tonight (Nov 16) JK2 & JK1 are going to see Paul McCartney.

The weekend of Nov 18 Uncle Dale, Kristofer, Jordan, Jamesson, and I (and whomever) will be building a shed at Gramma K's to house her pellets for her pellet stove.

Jordan is speaking in Sacrament Service that Sunday.

The first weekend in December JK1,2,6,7 are going to Mt Shasta. Anybody else want to go?

Oh the Places You'll Go

2005-11-09T09:04:00.000-08:00

I know we talked about this, but I wanted to put it on the blog.

I recently discovered a very profound book. You have probably read it. Dr Suess' Oh the Places You'll Go.

I heard about it recently at a facilitator's meeting. When my mother and I were in Montana we took M and I to the library. I read the book, and, when I pondered how powerful this message could have been in Jan's life as a little girl and lamented the fact that there was no adult in her life to share anything like it with her, I had to hide in the bathroom to compose myself. I received this general message from my parents and grandparents, and we did our best to give this message to our children (I hope we did our job of giving this message to all of you), but Jan and her sisters did not receive this message.

I immediately went and purchased four copies (us, the Wilhelms, Camachos, and Duffs) to make sure my children and grandchildren hear this message and have it reinforced.

Was Charlotte Pre-Historic?

2005-11-07T15:14:00.000-08:00

So last night at bedtime we read the chapter from Charlotte's Web where Wilbur has a brief conversation with Charlotte before meeting her or even seeing her. She tells him to go to sleep and that in the morning she would reveal herself.

So I was tucking the kids in and asking what they thought Wilbur must be thinking. What did she look like, what kind of animal is she, would they be friends, etc. Then Isaac pipes up with "and does she know about dinosaurs".

The Bitch Is Gone

2005-11-05T18:01:00.000-08:00

And so is Benny.

You big baby Jessica. Don’t cry when you read this… (ha ha ha just kid-n-)

2005-11-02T15:33:00.000-08:00

Last weekend it was brought to my attention that I am the Biggest Boob. (No cheesy boob jokes people) I was told I am a sissy la la! WHEN did this happen!?!?! I thought I was the Hard ASS of the family!
Come on, really, don’t you think Jessica is the biggest boob?

If I must hold this title, I must… BUT I will kick anyone’s ass that brings it up again. Just a warning… Love ya!

Christmas...I've Cancelled it For This Year...BUT

2005-10-27T09:45:00.000-07:00

I've asked for the week off to spend with Jess and Fam while they're here. AND, it has already been approved! YIPPEE!!!

Sad but true

2005-10-20T09:49:00.000-07:00

Who votes Benny moves to a farm?

WARNING*

2005-10-19T11:11:00.000-07:00

I may be forced to lose this wonderful spot here at work when we decide to move either to another building or expand to the 3rd floor. This may not happen for a year, but I thought I should give you all fair warning as this may cause much sadness and weeping. I'll be alright...really. But do you think anyone will notice if I post "life-size" pictures of my current view in the inevitable NEW cube?

I'm such a brat...

Vomit and Other Tender Moments

2005-10-11T13:51:00.000-07:00

When 3 out of a family of 4 gets the stomach flu, it's hard to tame my words. Much laundry has and will be done as a result of this barf-o-rama. "Someone's" booty is feeling better after all the peeing from the butt. Grossed out? You know you've been there before.

We're on the rebound and keeping our fingers crossed that Isaac won't start puking. So far so good.

As Maddie and I shared the couch this morning, she spit out not just bile, but also some words of tenderness. She tugged at my heartstrings, and now I'll let her tug at yours...

Our conversation about chicken pox lead us to the subject of Uncle Karl (because he was an adult when he caught them). We talked briefly about his accident. She said "I'm surprised that his mom let her other kids ride in cars after that. She should have made Bampa, Dale and Sandy ride their bikes to work so that a car accident wouldn't happen to them".

Later, still lying around and feeling poorly, she said "I bet that if we were at Grammie's house right now, I'd be on her lap. She always takes good care of me when I'm sick."

She misses you all (especially Paige this week), and so do the rest of us.

PS Speaking of missing each other: next time I'm on the phone during a family dinner, pretend to not like each other so much.

How Many Buffalo Are in Your Temple?

2005-10-08T05:48:00.000-07:00

So like many temples, when the B. temple was proposed, the surrounding community threw a fit. The bright lights in their backyard was just one of the complaints.

But also like many temples, now that it's complete the neighborhood is just fine with this big house of worship.

Back before it was dedicated, my friend walked through with her mom. Said mom had LDS friends who came from S.D. to walk through as well. My friend was admittedly disruptive and disrespectful when she took her 'tour'. She was uneasy about being 'sucked in'.

As she described the inside of the temple to me, I had to hold in the giggles. I kept my poker face as she REPEATEDLY talked about the big hot tub. She thought that the big hot tub was beautiful, the big hot tub was in ivory, the big hot tub was on the backs of the buffalo.

Though I did correct her and let her know that the big hot tub was on the back of oxen, I didn't tell her what it was for and that it wasn't a big hot tub. Maybe some other time, and maybe if she were more receptive.

and so it begins

2005-10-04T18:42:00.000-07:00

You wouldn't believe it if I told you. Or maybe you would. After all, it is Montana.

No friends, this isn't from last winter. I just took this picture less than an hour ago.

Somewhere under there are my mums.

They say that we will climb back up to the 60s by the weekend.

I'm just now ready to take on fall(let alone winter). But already Maddie and Isaac are wearing their fancy board jackets from the GAP that I scored for $13 each.

So now that the weather outside is frightful, and since inside it's so delightful, we have to bring the outside in:

Today she decided to add to her list of ruins (the box of my winter sweaters, the insulation from the basement, etc). I get to break the news to her out-of-town daddy that today she ripped the screen off of the sliding glass door and (as if that didn't satisfy the satan inside of her) then shredded it.

The question of the day: how long until spring?

Cuteness at High Decibles

2005-09-28T14:20:00.000-07:00

Abby had her first preschool field trip yesterday to a neighborhood fire station. I think the picture accurately describes her enthralling experience.

It turned out to be only a 30 minute field trip so Alonso dropped her off here at my office earlier than planned. While I knew I wouldn’t get MUCH done with her with me, I tried to answer a couple of e-mails (and a voicemail) with her sitting on my lap. After telling Jess via e-mail that Abby was visiting me, Jess sends an Auntie’s Hello with her (e-mailed) response. Foolishly, I tell Abby that “Aunt Jess says Hi.”

Abby stops coloring with the myriad of highlighters she had confiscated from my desk and looks at my computer screen and says,

“Jess…what you say?! MOM! WHAT SHE SAY???!!”

Apparently the three year-old doesn’t fully comprehend e-mails. And I’m sure the co-workers would appreciate LESS YELLING from Abby as she awaits an answer from Jess on the computer screen.

Ironic that the people that sit the closest to me have no children. Abby just might be the best birth control out there…

No More TV For Her

2005-09-28T10:21:00.000-07:00

This morning Paige asked me if I had ever seen the commercial for Limeaway...she said it would take care of the spots on the bathroom facet.

I told her that just CLEANING it would work wonders. I know she's only 8...but she didn't take my hint.

Little guys say it better

2005-09-28T01:24:00.000-07:00

So, I was getting my hair cut at Supercuts one evening last week. It was very near closing time--about 8:45pm. In the shop were one of the workers and her two sons she had just picked up from daycare (they looked like twins of about nine), the woman who was cutting my hair, and me.

The women were talking about picking up kids after work, getting home, etc. The woman cutting my hair started complaining that when she gets home her 13 year old son follows her around and wants to talk, talk, talk about all kinds of stuff. I was about to tell her how great it was that he wanted to talk when one of the little guys said "But he just misses you SO much"

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Francis Scott Key's Other Lyrics

2005-09-25T12:53:00.000-07:00

I may have already mentioned that Isaac recently learned The Star-Spangled Banner at school. He went around the house for two weeks singing it and was so impressed that his mom could play it on the piano.

So this morning, when we were getting ready for church I had one of those wish-I-had-a-hidden-camera moments. A hidden tape recorder would have done just fine. Isaac was kneeling at the side of my bed with two Lego characters. Putting this in writing will not do it justice, but I have to share!

He was playing pirates with these characters, and singing (not acting) the scene out to our National Anthem's melody.

Starting the tune at 'O're the ramparts we watched':

"The children were lost, and the captain was dead.

When they asked them for food, all they brought them was bread."

Then

"The prisoners escaped, and they chopped off their hands..."

This went on for 10 minutes, and I tried to burn the whole song into my brain without success. This is all I could remember. This guy is a genius. I know it's not a reverent or patriotic rendition of The Star-Spangle Banner, but it was absolutely priceless.

I Make You Crazy, Don't I?

2005-09-25T11:26:00.000-07:00

I needed a change. I needed to change the look of our site.

I liked the blue...do you like the blue? I like the blue. But enough about how much I like the blue...how do you like the blue?

hP6

2005-09-15T14:57:00.000-07:00

I have recently completed the 6th Harry Potter book. My predictions:
(If you haven’t read HP and you would like to – don’t read my blog)

*Harry is not the ‘chosen one.’ He is not the one who will have to kill Voldemort. I think it will be Neville.
*Harry and Ginny will get married.
*Harry will become an Auror, Hermione will be Head of Hogwarts, and Ron is going to die. (just kidding, I don’t know)
*Sirius is not dead but trapped between “worlds.” In the 7th book Harry will bring him back to help him destroy the horcruxes and R.A.B. (JK7 – who is R.A.B?)
*In the 7th book Harry will be able to talk to Dumbledore like Luke and Obi wan.
Ok, so these are long shots, but it is fun to let your imagination take over.
-Yeah, I really don’t know how to spell.

When Television Brings It All Together...or Home

2005-09-13T13:50:00.000-07:00

Last Thursday night, I was watching Nick at Night. The girls were in bed, Alonso was in his office and I was scheduling/planning. (Yes…with the TV on.) The Cosby show started and not even five minutes into it and I knew what episode it was.

The Anniversary dinner for the Grandparents. The first one they did. I was stoked.

I sat through the whole episode and, I’m not joking, was just so excited that I happened to catch that one. It’s one of our family favorites. I couldn’t help it.

So why when the first line of Ray Charles’ “Night and Day” did I completely BAWL MY EYES OUT?! Hormones? The stress of my crazy life? Exhaustion?

Probably all of those in some respect. But I know it’s mostly because I miss my family. I miss all of us together. I miss that we all love those moments in television and movies that is a piece of our history. Stuff that we’ve loved all together…that’s just who we are as a family.

I miss US. I can’t wait until Christmas.

Pomegranate Saturday--Nov 5

2005-09-07T21:35:00.000-07:00

Pomegranate Saturday--Nov 5

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WARNING - don't read at work.

2005-08-31T15:12:00.000-07:00

Preface: I feel like I need to blog about this to get it off my chest. If we didn’t have blog I would have never shared this with any of you… curses Jill. At this point I almost feel silly blogging about it, but it has been weighing on me so much. Well here…

I had a dream about Grandpa. And in my dream I even got to hug him. It was so real – from his small frail shoulders, to his red suspenders. He was even wearing a brown plaid shirt and a trucker’s hat. While I was dreaming I told myself it wasn’t real, but I didn’t care, I hugged him… tight.
Why am a sharing this? I don’t know. Even now it is making me cry again. I just wish we could talk about Grandpa more without all of us bursting into tears. He was…… I can’t think of a good enough word for our Grandpa… wonderful.

(I know they say you dream in black and white, but I remember it in color.)

Sound of wind high in the pines or sound of babling brook

2005-08-30T22:19:00.000-07:00

The sound of wind high in the pines or the sound of a babbling brook

To my Marmy on her burfday:

2005-08-17T18:01:00.000-07:00

I have the greatest mom in the world!

I love my mom
She is the bomb
Always there for my tears
Has been for years
Thanks for helping me with hard boiled eggs
I will write recipes down one of these days

THANK BOB, for MY MOM! Happy birthday!

Love (your favorite child)

“This poem……. sucks.” – S.I.M.A.A.M.

Happy Happy Birthday Mommy Dear

2005-08-15T09:59:00.000-07:00

A tribute to the Mom on her 21st (plus a few) birthday. Tell your favorite MOM STORY. We love you, Mom!!

p.s. I'm not sure how Dad's head go cropped...but it IS Mom's birthday...so I let it go.

Holy !$#@, get out of the way, he's driving.

2005-08-12T15:41:00.000-07:00

Well, not yet. I got my permit, but I can't drive 'til my first driver's training lesson.

But I have my permit. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

You're allowed to miss 8 questions. Guess how many I missed.

8.

If You Needed A Reason To Laugh Today

2005-08-09T15:27:00.000-07:00

It is JP to the rescue!

Seriously, I nearly peed myself from laughing so hard.

MOM...how did you let me out of the house like that!!!!! ;) hahaha

Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

2005-08-08T11:02:00.000-07:00

As I was pondering recent family events, Isaac was telling me that his new Happy-Meal-Transformer could fly us to California and land at Grammie's sidewalk (apparently he never noticed that she is challenged in that area). We talked about how much we wished we could go.

My mind wandered a bit more (hard to believe, I know), still mulling over so many changes; not just David and me heading east, but mom and dad's employment status' (maybe I should have said stati), my own employment needs, Jordan's missionary goals, Paige's ears, Corbin's birthday, etc.

I thought to myself, this is just too much change for us all, too much change in such a short time. But then a voice firmly corrected my thoughts, and let me know that this is our opportunity for growth. Though I am very resistant to these changes and trials, this voice...this quick moment let me know that we all need and will benefit from this growth.

PS Isaac was so impressed and surprised to hear that Jaye played with Transformers. I think his reply was something like "A girl played with Transformers?!".

Sneaky, Sneaky

2005-08-05T13:46:00.000-07:00

I'm sitting here in training (in the back of the room) trying to pretend I know what they're speaking of. I'm finding that I really don't care about any of it. (I'm just here because "someone" can't be. Nice.)

So here are some of my choices for the Davie game:

Lemon Water or Lime Water
Rescuers or Rescuers Down Under
Rubies or Saphires
Butter Popcorn or Caramel Corn
Minestroni or Clam Chowder Soups
Roses or Daisies
Camping or Hiking
Costco or Sam's Club
Peanut M&Ms or Peanut Butter M&Ms
Tetris or Dr. Mario

And just so you're not freaking out...I am tricky enough to pay attention. I'm just keeping myself entertained. I rule.

Charlotte's Web or Little Women

2005-08-04T22:38:00.000-07:00

Mom's entry:
Charlotte's Web or Little Women
Key Lime Pie or Chocolate Silk Pie
Swimming in a lake or Swimming in a river
Thunder/Lightning summer or thunder/lightning winter

I'll Take What I Can Get

2005-08-03T05:59:00.000-07:00

No matter where I go, the greater-Sacramento area will always be my home. Nearly all of our family is there (both sides) and it has EVERYTHING.

I still keep on on it's local news via internet, trying to stay up to speed on the going ons back home. I follow Sacramento news more than I do the news here in my MT town.

I was elated last night to stumble upon a re-run of COPS set in Sacramento. Though it was taped around 10 years ago, it was great to identify the neighborhoods, even seeing old family friend: officer Dave P.

I love these little tastes of home (even though it comes in the form of criminals), and can't wait to be there again.