Ten years ago, our family put together a family time capsule with predictions of what we thought would happen to us individually and as a family over the next decade. The time capsule was sealed up with tape and placed on a top closet shelf. I looked at it occasionally, but never opened it up. I was waiting for 2010's New Year's Eve to reveal if our predictions were accurate.
Alas, with the move, I am not sure where our time capsule is now. I don't know how accurate we were in our predictions. If I ever find it, I'll have to let the family members know so we can have a good laugh. However, as we approach a new decade, here are my predictions for the coming 10 years....
Christie will continue to be a computer genius and be recruited by a major computer giant in the Bay Area. Tim will complete his animation studies and get hired to design the next big computer game. They will both relocate to the Bay Area and buy a home on our street.
Heather will receive another promotion at work, finally leave public accounting, and start her own home-based business where she doesn't have to put in such grueling hours during tax season. Dustin will not only graduate with his degree in Mechanical Engineering, but he will find a great job in the Silicon Valley. They will relocate to the Bay Area and buy a home on our street.
Jacob will graduate from the Police Academy. Jennifer will be named "Teacher of the Year." After a series of rapid promotions, Jacob will land a great job as a commander of a small town's police department (because it's safer) and Jennifer will become a principal of the elementary school right across the street from our house. They will relocate to the Bay Area and buy a home on our street.
Emily will not only graduate from High School, but she will go onto college where she will get an amazing degree in Floral Design/Photography/Business. She will marry a marvelous returned missionary in the Oakland Temple. Once he gets his Ph.d he'll be hired by San Jose State and Emily will start a wedding planning business. Of course, they will settle down in the Bay Area and buy a home on our street.
And my big prediction for Ron and I?
Ron and I will finally become grandparents and we will spoil all the grandchildren who live on our street!
Friday, December 31, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Eeek! Eeek! Eeek! (updated)
I have a fear of wildlife--especially wildlife that appears in my home. Fortunately, that has not happened too often. OK, I think it's only happened twice. Once back in my lovely old house and again in my new cute little home on Christmas night.
Yes, it happened on Christmas night, but this is not a Christmas story. I promise.
A week earlier, I had been asked to substitute for the Beehive class in Young Women. I LOVE teaching and I was excited about this opportunity. The lesson was pretty much done before Christmas, but I still had not come up with a handout. I mean, what's a Young Women lesson without a handout? I had purchased some yummy Ghiradelli chocolates to use as part of the handout. Now, I had to type up a poem, print it out, use double stick tape and voila! A lovely handout would be finished.
I remembered that I had some patterned paper in the guest bedroom closet. That would be a lot nicer than plain white computer paper. I walked to the guest bedroom, opened up the closet, and started moving things around looking for the paper. Suddenly, a MOUSE ran out, scurrying right next to my feet!
Yes, right next to my feet!!!
Of course, I screamed. And screamed. And screamed.
And I screamed some more.
Somehow I leaped from in front of the closet to the bed several feet away. I don't even remember moving, but there I was, on the bed with my feet off the floor and away from any mouse creatures.
And I continued to scream.
Do you think I was just a teeny, weeny bit frightened?
Meanwhile...back in the family room, my dear family thought their wife and mother was completely bonkers.
Emily: "I think Mom may have seen a spider, Dad."
Ron: "Yeah. I think so, too."
Now, I have to admit I really, really don't like spiders either. Especially black widows. Or fat legged spiders. Or even Daddy Long-legs. Yes, I am a spider wimp. But I have NEVER screamed like that for a mere spider. Unless it was on top of me.
That happened once and I did react rather strongly.
Finally, my family came to investigate. Trembling, I pointed to the floor and said, "I saw a mouse! It went that way!"
I pointed towards Emily's bedroom, the laundry room, and my bedroom.
Emily decided to sleep on the couch that night.
Ron has bought traps. He bought an electric trap and placed it in the offending closet. He's bought glue traps and placed them up and down the hallway and in the kitchen--liberally dosed with peanut butter. He's bought spring traps and placed them in the garage.
It's been four days since I saw our unwanted visitor. Four days of looking down at the floor every time I walk down the hallway to make sure I don't step on a mouse. Four days of being worried that perhaps the mouse will jump out of another closet. Or cupboard. Or drawer. Four days of wondering if every strange noise could be the mouse.
We have not caught the mouse.
Ron thinks my screams scared the mouse so badly that it skedaddled out of the house--never to return.
I hope we are so lucky.
UPDATE: (Dec. 30) The mouse has been caught! Hallelujah!
Ron asked if I wanted a picture for memories sake. I said, "No thanks...seeing the mouse once was enough."
Yes, it happened on Christmas night, but this is not a Christmas story. I promise.
A week earlier, I had been asked to substitute for the Beehive class in Young Women. I LOVE teaching and I was excited about this opportunity. The lesson was pretty much done before Christmas, but I still had not come up with a handout. I mean, what's a Young Women lesson without a handout? I had purchased some yummy Ghiradelli chocolates to use as part of the handout. Now, I had to type up a poem, print it out, use double stick tape and voila! A lovely handout would be finished.
I remembered that I had some patterned paper in the guest bedroom closet. That would be a lot nicer than plain white computer paper. I walked to the guest bedroom, opened up the closet, and started moving things around looking for the paper. Suddenly, a MOUSE ran out, scurrying right next to my feet!
Yes, right next to my feet!!!
Of course, I screamed. And screamed. And screamed.
And I screamed some more.
Somehow I leaped from in front of the closet to the bed several feet away. I don't even remember moving, but there I was, on the bed with my feet off the floor and away from any mouse creatures.
And I continued to scream.
Do you think I was just a teeny, weeny bit frightened?
Meanwhile...back in the family room, my dear family thought their wife and mother was completely bonkers.
Emily: "I think Mom may have seen a spider, Dad."
Ron: "Yeah. I think so, too."
Now, I have to admit I really, really don't like spiders either. Especially black widows. Or fat legged spiders. Or even Daddy Long-legs. Yes, I am a spider wimp. But I have NEVER screamed like that for a mere spider. Unless it was on top of me.
That happened once and I did react rather strongly.
Finally, my family came to investigate. Trembling, I pointed to the floor and said, "I saw a mouse! It went that way!"
I pointed towards Emily's bedroom, the laundry room, and my bedroom.
Emily decided to sleep on the couch that night.
Ron has bought traps. He bought an electric trap and placed it in the offending closet. He's bought glue traps and placed them up and down the hallway and in the kitchen--liberally dosed with peanut butter. He's bought spring traps and placed them in the garage.
It's been four days since I saw our unwanted visitor. Four days of looking down at the floor every time I walk down the hallway to make sure I don't step on a mouse. Four days of being worried that perhaps the mouse will jump out of another closet. Or cupboard. Or drawer. Four days of wondering if every strange noise could be the mouse.
We have not caught the mouse.
Ron thinks my screams scared the mouse so badly that it skedaddled out of the house--never to return.
I hope we are so lucky.
UPDATE: (Dec. 30) The mouse has been caught! Hallelujah!
Ron asked if I wanted a picture for memories sake. I said, "No thanks...seeing the mouse once was enough."
Monday, December 27, 2010
Treasure Hunt!
Just like Sally Forth's daughter, I am in denial that Christmas is over for another year. As long as the tree is still up, and Christmas carols are playing in my house, and there is lots of leftover food, it MUST be Christmas! So, here's one final post about the most wonderful time of the year!When my mother was a young girl, her mother started a Christmas tradition. Money was tight and her parents felt bad that they didn't have much to give their children for Christmas. Her mother thought that a treasure hunt would help add a little fun and excitement to the meager gifts.
Even after money wasn't so tight, the treasure hunt tradition continued. My mother carried on the treasure hunt with my siblings and me and we have continued the treasure hunt tradition to our children. Sometime Christmas evening, one last gift is given--but only after a short hunt. Who knew that such a simple thing could bring such warm memories and joy?
This year, Emily had the following clues for her treasure hunt.
1. Polar Express meets Zoo Tycoon. (She had to find her next clue at this year's rendition of the famous candy train.)
2. Frosty broke his nose! (I got the most adorable handmade snowman for Christmas from my daughter, Heather and her husband, Dustin. Unfortunately, the nose fell off before I unwrapped their gift. Never fear--a little glue will take care of the cute wooden carrot nose.)
3. Mrs. Claus needs an eyebrow job. (We have a wall decoration that MY grandmother made years ago. Sadly, one eyebrow is missing. Someday, I will have to take care of that and give her an eyebrow transplant.)
4. Wait, Elders!.... (A couple of weeks ago, a missionary wanted to use our bathroom. Actually, Emily's bathroom. The warning came too late. Thank goodness, the bathroom was clean--just a little cluttered with silk flowers, bracelets, rings, and other assorted girl accessories all over the counter.)
5. Where the dirty clothes are supposed to go! (This is where the gift was hid--in her hamper. The dirty clothes don't always make it there. Typical teenager.)
Well, it didn't take Emily long to follow the clues and discover her "treasure."
To say that she was thrilled with her last gift would be an understatement.
Yes, those are tears of joy!After years of wishing and hoping and begging for a cell phone, she got it. Merry Christmas, Emily!
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Happy Birthday, Joseph Smith
Two hundred and five years ago, a tiny baby was born to the Smith family. He was named Joseph, after his father. His family wasn't particularly well-off or educated, but what they lacked in material goods, they made up in love.
Young Joseph had a deep interest in spiritual things. When he was 14 years old, he wondered which church was true. While reading the Bible one day, he came across James 1:5 where it reads,
Joseph knew he lacked wisdom. After pondering this scripture for some time, he gathered his courage, walked to a nearby grove of trees, knelt, and uttered a prayer that would change not only his life, but the lives of millions of other people as well.
He saw God the Father and His Son, Jesus Christ. He was told that all churches had some truth in them, but that they did not have the fullness. Several years later, he restored The Church of Jesus Christ here on the earth.
A few years ago, Ron, Emily, and I met my parents in Ohio and we went on a Church History tour. We visited the Sacred Grove. We saw where the Book of Mormon was printed. We saw the small farmhouse where the Church was organized. We walked the streets of Kirtland and Nauvoo. We toured Liberty Jail where Joseph received some of the most touching revelations I have ever read. We also visited Carthage Jail where Joseph and his brother Hyrum sealed their testimonies with their blood.
Our family in the Sacred Grove.
Tonight, December 23, our family celebrated Joseph Smith's birthday. We ate a simple supper by candlelight. We sang "Joseph Smith's First Prayer." We read from the scriptures about his life. I had a hard time reading aloud the following verse from Doctrine and Covenants 135:5 as the Spirit bore witness to me once again, that Joseph Smith is a prophet of God.
Young Joseph had a deep interest in spiritual things. When he was 14 years old, he wondered which church was true. While reading the Bible one day, he came across James 1:5 where it reads,
If any of ye lack wisdom, let him ask of God...
Joseph knew he lacked wisdom. After pondering this scripture for some time, he gathered his courage, walked to a nearby grove of trees, knelt, and uttered a prayer that would change not only his life, but the lives of millions of other people as well.
He saw God the Father and His Son, Jesus Christ. He was told that all churches had some truth in them, but that they did not have the fullness. Several years later, he restored The Church of Jesus Christ here on the earth.
A few years ago, Ron, Emily, and I met my parents in Ohio and we went on a Church History tour. We visited the Sacred Grove. We saw where the Book of Mormon was printed. We saw the small farmhouse where the Church was organized. We walked the streets of Kirtland and Nauvoo. We toured Liberty Jail where Joseph received some of the most touching revelations I have ever read. We also visited Carthage Jail where Joseph and his brother Hyrum sealed their testimonies with their blood.
Our family in the Sacred Grove.Tonight, December 23, our family celebrated Joseph Smith's birthday. We ate a simple supper by candlelight. We sang "Joseph Smith's First Prayer." We read from the scriptures about his life. I had a hard time reading aloud the following verse from Doctrine and Covenants 135:5 as the Spirit bore witness to me once again, that Joseph Smith is a prophet of God.
Joseph Smith, the Prophet and Seer of the Lord, has done more, save Jesus only, for the salvation of men in this world, than any other man that ever lived in it. In the short space of twenty years, he has brought forth the Book of Mormon, which he translated by the gift and power of God, and has been the means of publishing it on two continents; has sent the fullness of the everlasting gospel, which it contained, to the four quarters of the earth; has brought forth the revelations and commandments which compose this book of Doctrine and Covenants, and many other wise documents and instructions for the benefit of the children of men; gathered many thousands of the Latter-day Saints, founded a great city, and left a fame and name that cannot be slain. He lived great, and he died great in the eyes of God and his people; and like most of the Lord’s anointed in ancient times, has sealed his mission and his works with his own blood; and so has his brother Hyrum. In life they were not divided, and in death they were not separated!
How grateful we are for the life Joseph led. Happy Birthday, Joseph Smith!
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Bethlehem Dinner
Several years ago I wanted our Christmas Eve celebration to focus more on the birth of our Savior. After all the hustle and bustle of December, I craved a quiet, serene moment. I wanted our family to realize that Christmas wasn't about Santa, presents, holiday food, or the parties, but it was about the birth of our Savior. From the time our children were young, we had been reading from Luke 2 and acting out the nativity, but I wanted to extend that feeling for a longer period.
Ron, Christie, and Jennifer in one of our first Nativity Pageants.
That is when I heard about having a Bethlehem Dinner.
The first year, we dressed up in shepherd costumes and ate around the dining room table. However, our headpieces were not securely fastened and we had great difficulty in keeping the towels on our head and not on our dinner plates.
Bethlehem Dinner 2000
The following year, we gave up the semi-traditional Bethlehem garb and settled on a quilt on the living room floor. We turned off all the lights except for those on the Christmas tree. As we ate by firelight and Christmas tree light, there was a sweet, reverent feeling in our room as we dined on pita bread sandwiches, dried fruits, olives, crackers and various cheeses.
This is similar to the recipe I made. (Thanks Allrecipes.com)
Most years I usually substitute the pita bread sandwiches for a stew--it's something I can put in the crockpot early in the morning and forget about it until dinner time. This is very helpful since Christmas Eve is usually filled with last minute tasks. But once it's time for dinner, the pace slows down and we enjoy the time reflecting upon the miraculous events that occurred nearly 2,000 years ago.
Ron, Christie, and Jennifer in one of our first Nativity Pageants.That is when I heard about having a Bethlehem Dinner.
The first year, we dressed up in shepherd costumes and ate around the dining room table. However, our headpieces were not securely fastened and we had great difficulty in keeping the towels on our head and not on our dinner plates.
Bethlehem Dinner 2000The following year, we gave up the semi-traditional Bethlehem garb and settled on a quilt on the living room floor. We turned off all the lights except for those on the Christmas tree. As we ate by firelight and Christmas tree light, there was a sweet, reverent feeling in our room as we dined on pita bread sandwiches, dried fruits, olives, crackers and various cheeses.
This is similar to the recipe I made. (Thanks Allrecipes.com)
Mediterranean Sandwiches
Ingredients
- 2 tablespoons olive oil
- 1 pound ground lamb
- 1/2 cup minced onion
- 1 teaspoon minced lemon zest
- 1/2 teaspoon dried oregano
- 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- 1/2 teaspoon black pepper
- 1/4 cup lemon juice
- 1 cup water
- 1 (6 ounce) container plain yogurt
- 3 ounces crumbled feta cheese
- 1/4 teaspoon dried oregano
- 1/4 teaspoon garlic powder
- 1/4 teaspoon lemon zest
- salt and pepper to taste
- 6 pita bread rounds
Directions
- Heat the olive oil in a large skillet over medium-high heat. Stir in the lamb, and cook until it begins to crumble. Add the onions, and continue cooking until the lamb has browned and the onions have softened, about 5 minutes more. Drain off any excess fat, then reduce the heat to medium-low, and stir in 1 teaspoon lemon zest, 1/2 teaspoon dried oregano, 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder, 1/2 teaspoon salt, and 1/2 teaspoon black pepper. Stir 1/4 cup lemon juice into the water, then pour 1/4 cup of this mixture into the lamb. Cook until the liquid has mostly evaporated, then stir in another 1/4 cup, and cook again until mostly evaporated. Continue adding the liquid 1/4 cup at a time until you have used all of it. This should take about 30 minutes in all. The meat should look moist, but not be sitting in liquid.
- While the meat is cooking, make the feta sauce by placing the yogurt, feta cheese, 1 tablespoon lemon juice, 1/4 teaspoon dried oregano, 1/4 teaspoon garlic powder, and 1/4 teaspoon lemon zest into a blender. Puree until smooth, then season to taste with salt and pepper. Set aside.
- Spoon the lamb mixture onto warmed pita bread. Top with the feta sauce to serve.
Most years I usually substitute the pita bread sandwiches for a stew--it's something I can put in the crockpot early in the morning and forget about it until dinner time. This is very helpful since Christmas Eve is usually filled with last minute tasks. But once it's time for dinner, the pace slows down and we enjoy the time reflecting upon the miraculous events that occurred nearly 2,000 years ago.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Worse Christmas Music EVER
Last night as we were driving back from watching yet another high school production of "It's A Wonderful Life" to watch Emily's friend Chris perform the role of diabolical Mr. Potter, we were of course listening to Christmas music.
Because, after all, it IS Christmas time.
Just as we reached the turnoff of our cute little town, "Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer" began playing over our car's sound system.
I can't stand "Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer."
Ron and Emily KNOW I can't stand this song. So, Ron turned up the music a little louder and they both began blaring,
I think this song should be banned. At least from our family. Which made me think of other Christmas songs I CANNOT stand. In no particular order they are:
1. Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer. I LOVE my grandmas. I love my mother who is also a grandma. And someday, I will be a Grandma. What is it about a reindeer running over a grandma that people find so humorous? Don't they LOVE their grandmas?
2. Santa Baby. Even the opening notes of the deep male singers going Ba Doom Ba Doom is
enough to make my skin crawl. And then when the floozy female singer starts singing
I can hardly stand it. Materialism at its worst.
3. The Christmas Shoes. The first time I heard this song, I admit, it brought tears to my eyes. Because I'm sentimental like that. The second time I heard this song I admit, it brought a lump to my throat. Because I'm sentimental like that. But the third time I heard this song I thought, "What?" Why isn't this little boy home with his dying mother on Christmas Eve? Why isn't he rubbing her feet with Bath and Body Works Black Raspberry Vanilla and showing her how much he loves her? Why is he out shopping for shoes?
Because, after all, it IS Christmas time.
Just as we reached the turnoff of our cute little town, "Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer" began playing over our car's sound system.
I can't stand "Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer."
Ron and Emily KNOW I can't stand this song. So, Ron turned up the music a little louder and they both began blaring,
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say that there's no such thing as Santa
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
I think this song should be banned. At least from our family. Which made me think of other Christmas songs I CANNOT stand. In no particular order they are:
1. Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer. I LOVE my grandmas. I love my mother who is also a grandma. And someday, I will be a Grandma. What is it about a reindeer running over a grandma that people find so humorous? Don't they LOVE their grandmas?
2. Santa Baby. Even the opening notes of the deep male singers going Ba Doom Ba Doom is
enough to make my skin crawl. And then when the floozy female singer starts singing
Santa baby, just slip a sable under the tree, for me
Been an awful good girl
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.
I can hardly stand it. Materialism at its worst.
3. The Christmas Shoes. The first time I heard this song, I admit, it brought tears to my eyes. Because I'm sentimental like that. The second time I heard this song I admit, it brought a lump to my throat. Because I'm sentimental like that. But the third time I heard this song I thought, "What?" Why isn't this little boy home with his dying mother on Christmas Eve? Why isn't he rubbing her feet with Bath and Body Works Black Raspberry Vanilla and showing her how much he loves her? Why is he out shopping for shoes?
Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please4. I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus. I am sad to admit that my parents owned this song while I was growing up. Do you know HOW disturbing it is to think as a little girl that your mommy might actually kiss Santa Claus? I mean, YUCK! I am happy to report that not one CD I own has this song on it.
It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size
Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time
You see she's been sick for quite a while
And I know these shoes would make her smile
And I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight
I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus
Underneath the mistletoe last night.
She didn't see me creep
Down the stairs to have a peep;
She thought that I was tucked up
in my bedroom fast asleep.5. Finally, I don't really like The Twelve Days of Christmas. It goes on and on and on FOREVER! How many times do you need to hear about three French hens, two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree? There is ONE time I actually liked the song. It was when the Mormon Tabernacle Choir and King Singer's performed it and they had dancers acting out the parts. It was a visual and audio masterpiece.There you have it. My five least favorite Christmas Songs.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Favorite Things
One of my favorite movies is The Sound of Music. Who doesn't love Julie Andrews or those adorable children? One of my favorite songs from that movie is "My Favorite Things." Barbra Streisand sings it on her Christmas album. (Yes, I own that one, too. I really AM a Christmas music addict.) So today, I am going to share with you some of my favorite things.
Hearing Ron's car pull up in the driveway. This thrills me EVERY SINGLE TIME! I know he's home safely from work and I am so happy to see him again.
A phone call or an e-mail from a family member or a friend. My family has the most fun with e-mails. One person will start an e-mail and pretty soon, a whole chain of e-mails will follow with someone adding their comment. I just LOVE my family!
Hearing the rain on my roof (like I am right now) and feeling warm and cozy inside my house. I love snuggling up under a blanket, a warm mug of hot cocoa nearby, and a great book in hand.
Going to lunch with my friends. It's lunch therapy for my soul.
Attending Women's Conference at BYU with my sisters and sister-in-laws. Not only are we spiritually fed, but we build a stronger bond. I hope the next generation joins us soon.
Going to the library. Some women enjoy window shopping. I enjoy walking up and down the aisles of the library, finding the "perfect" book for my mood.
Warm chocolate chip cookies straight from the oven. Warm Snickerdoodles straight from the Oven. Warm Peanut Blossoms straight from the oven. I just LOVE cookies! And that is why I don't bake as often as I used to. I love them too much!
Trying out a new recipe and having the whole family love it!
Going on long walks. I enjoy the exercise and I enjoy being outdoors. It's a great combination!
Setting a goal and actually accomplishing it! I feel so good inside when I do that.
So, what are some of your favorite things?
Hearing Ron's car pull up in the driveway. This thrills me EVERY SINGLE TIME! I know he's home safely from work and I am so happy to see him again.
A phone call or an e-mail from a family member or a friend. My family has the most fun with e-mails. One person will start an e-mail and pretty soon, a whole chain of e-mails will follow with someone adding their comment. I just LOVE my family!
Hearing the rain on my roof (like I am right now) and feeling warm and cozy inside my house. I love snuggling up under a blanket, a warm mug of hot cocoa nearby, and a great book in hand.
Going to lunch with my friends. It's lunch therapy for my soul.
Attending Women's Conference at BYU with my sisters and sister-in-laws. Not only are we spiritually fed, but we build a stronger bond. I hope the next generation joins us soon.
Going to the library. Some women enjoy window shopping. I enjoy walking up and down the aisles of the library, finding the "perfect" book for my mood.
Warm chocolate chip cookies straight from the oven. Warm Snickerdoodles straight from the Oven. Warm Peanut Blossoms straight from the oven. I just LOVE cookies! And that is why I don't bake as often as I used to. I love them too much!
Trying out a new recipe and having the whole family love it!
Going on long walks. I enjoy the exercise and I enjoy being outdoors. It's a great combination!
Setting a goal and actually accomplishing it! I feel so good inside when I do that.
So, what are some of your favorite things?
Thursday, December 16, 2010
The Bloody Blobs
A couple of weeks ago, a visitor came to my home and saw these two adorable Christmas decorations.
Mr. and Mrs. Claus--Aren't they sweet?
The back of Mr. and Mrs. Santa.
Mr. and Mrs. Claus--Aren't they sweet?They are cut out of wood (Thanks, Ron!) and hand painted with love. However, my four warped daughters don't focus on their cuteness. Instead, they focus on this view:
The back of Mr. and Mrs. Santa.And that is how they have become known as "The Bloody Blobs."
When we unpack the Christmas boxes every year, my usually sweet children can't wait to place "The Bloody Blobs" in a prominent place in our family room. Sometime during the Christmas season, they gather around and tell
When we unpack the Christmas boxes every year, my usually sweet children can't wait to place "The Bloody Blobs" in a prominent place in our family room. Sometime during the Christmas season, they gather around and tell
THE BLOODY BLOB STORY!
So go make yourself a cup of hot cocoa, put a few mini marshmallows or a tiny peppermint candy cane in the chocolaty goodness, and sit back and enjoy this year's rendition of
THE BLOODY BLOB STORY!
Once upon a time, in a place far, far away lived three wonderful children. They lived with their parents in an old mansion deep within the woods. The oldest son was Peter, the middle child was Mikala, and the youngest was Billy. The family had their struggles, but generally they were healthy and happy. But what they did not know was there was danger lurking in their midst....
One evening, the family settled in for the night. Peter had teased his younger siblings more than he should have. He felt guilty laying there in his bed. He knew better but Mikala and Billy got on his nerves sometimes. Finally, he fell asleep. Soon after midnight the walls seemed to whisper:
"The bloody blobs are coming! The bloody blobs are coming! The teasing and the anger have awakened us! Peter, face your fate!"
No one heard a thing, but when morning came, Peter was gone! All that remained was a small bloody blob on his pillow. His parents were frantic! The police were called but no sign of forced entry was found. Peter's disappearance was a mystery. His family mourned the loss of Peter. They added deadbolts to all the doors and windows and were ever vigilant for strangers in the deep dark woods, but what they didn't know is that the danger was lurking in their midst....
A week passed. Mikala and Billy were playing a game--Phase 10 to be precise. Mikala was losing the game and began sneaking extra Wild cards up her sleeve. When Billy realized she was cheating, he got mad. Their parents intervened and put the children to bed early so they could get some peace and quiet. As Mikala lay in bed quietly, she felt guilty. She knew that what she had done was wrong. Finally, after a lot of tossing and turning, she fell asleep. Soon after midnight you could hear the walls practically whispering:
"The Bloody Blobs are coming! The Bloody Blobs are coming! Your cheating and dishonesty has awakened us! Mikala, prepare for your fate!"
The next morning, Mikala had disappeared, too! All that was left was a bloody blob on her pillow. The police were once again called in. After questioning the parents extensively and doing a thorough investigation, Lieutenant Prize was baffled. He KNEW Mikala and Peter were missing! He suspected foul play! But, he didn't know how it was done. And what WAS that bloody blob substance on the pillows?
The parents built a moat around their home. They installed towers and search lights and installed a home security system. They did everything they could to protect precious Billy from whatever monster was after their family. But, what they didn't know was that the danger was lurking within their midst....
For you see, the Bloody Blobs lived within the walls of their mansion. They are awakened by anger and discord. As long as there is peace and harmony, they sleep quietly, hibernating through life. But once anger enters the home, their blood thirst is awakened. Who will the next victim be? For just as Santa is watching when children are naughty and nice...so are the Bloody Blobs!
One evening, the family settled in for the night. Peter had teased his younger siblings more than he should have. He felt guilty laying there in his bed. He knew better but Mikala and Billy got on his nerves sometimes. Finally, he fell asleep. Soon after midnight the walls seemed to whisper:
"The bloody blobs are coming! The bloody blobs are coming! The teasing and the anger have awakened us! Peter, face your fate!"
No one heard a thing, but when morning came, Peter was gone! All that remained was a small bloody blob on his pillow. His parents were frantic! The police were called but no sign of forced entry was found. Peter's disappearance was a mystery. His family mourned the loss of Peter. They added deadbolts to all the doors and windows and were ever vigilant for strangers in the deep dark woods, but what they didn't know is that the danger was lurking in their midst....
A week passed. Mikala and Billy were playing a game--Phase 10 to be precise. Mikala was losing the game and began sneaking extra Wild cards up her sleeve. When Billy realized she was cheating, he got mad. Their parents intervened and put the children to bed early so they could get some peace and quiet. As Mikala lay in bed quietly, she felt guilty. She knew that what she had done was wrong. Finally, after a lot of tossing and turning, she fell asleep. Soon after midnight you could hear the walls practically whispering:
"The Bloody Blobs are coming! The Bloody Blobs are coming! Your cheating and dishonesty has awakened us! Mikala, prepare for your fate!"
The next morning, Mikala had disappeared, too! All that was left was a bloody blob on her pillow. The police were once again called in. After questioning the parents extensively and doing a thorough investigation, Lieutenant Prize was baffled. He KNEW Mikala and Peter were missing! He suspected foul play! But, he didn't know how it was done. And what WAS that bloody blob substance on the pillows?
The parents built a moat around their home. They installed towers and search lights and installed a home security system. They did everything they could to protect precious Billy from whatever monster was after their family. But, what they didn't know was that the danger was lurking within their midst....
For you see, the Bloody Blobs lived within the walls of their mansion. They are awakened by anger and discord. As long as there is peace and harmony, they sleep quietly, hibernating through life. But once anger enters the home, their blood thirst is awakened. Who will the next victim be? For just as Santa is watching when children are naughty and nice...so are the Bloody Blobs!
THE END!
Aren't you glad? For that is the most depressing Christmas story EVER! And let me tell you, this year's rendition is less bloody and depressing than most. For in my sweet yet warped daughters rendition, EVEN the parents die!
OK, Emily would say that "The Christmas Shoes" song/story/TV movie of the week is more depressing. And she's probably right.
OK, Emily would say that "The Christmas Shoes" song/story/TV movie of the week is more depressing. And she's probably right.
Monday, December 13, 2010
"I Need to Find a Man!"
Last night at the end of family home evening, the subject of weddings came up. Emily had received a coral rose Saturday night. I commented on its lovely color and she told me that coral was one of her hoped for wedding colors. The other one is turquoise. I mentioned that those colors might not be popular when she gets married and that it might be difficult to find dresses for her bridesmaids and MY dress. (Clearly, the most important one.) She shrugged her shoulders and said,
"Christie chose navy blue for her August wedding. That wasn't an easy color to find either."
Thanks Christie for setting a precedent.
Then, taking some pity on me, Emily said, "Don't worry, Mother." (Why does she ALWAYS call me mother?) "I'll wait for those colors to become fashionable and then I'll find myself a man."
I was shocked. It was like I was listening to myself speak many years ago.
(Fade to the ancient past.....)
When I was finishing my 1st semester at BYU, I was unexpectedly dumped by a young man. I thought everything was going swimmingly. He had taken me to meet his family for Thanksgiving. We had not had one argument. I wasn't in love with him by any means, but I was enjoying getting to know him. Then one night, he didn't show up for our date. I waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Finally, in great confusion, I went to bed. What had just happened?
The next morning, I spoke to Sacrament meeting. Said young man (who shall remain nameless) was sitting on the front row. That was awkward! He listened attentively to my message. He smiled during the funny parts and looked thoughtful during the serious parts. What was going on?
I mustered up all my courage and asked if we could go on a walk. Later that afternoon as we walked the frigid streets of Provo, he told me that I hadn't done anything wrong, but he was interested in dating others. What can you say to that?
I somehow got through finals and went home for Christmas vacation, nursing my semi-broken heart.
After arriving back in Provo a couple of weeks later, I was talking to my best friend and roommate Melinda.
"Melinda, I need to find a man!"
We made plans to attend the dance the next evening in the Wilkinson Center. A nice young man named Jerry (he CAN be named) gave us a ride. Soon after arriving, I met Ron and we danced the rest of the evening. Ron took me home and our first date occurred a couple of nights later.
So, when Emily said, "Mom, I'll wait for turquoise and coral to become fashionable and then I'll find a man" it was the weirdest experience. It brought back memories of college days, great roommates, and meeting a wonderful man.
All I can say is that I hope turquoise and coral are not in fashion for at least 5 years.
"Christie chose navy blue for her August wedding. That wasn't an easy color to find either."
Thanks Christie for setting a precedent.
Then, taking some pity on me, Emily said, "Don't worry, Mother." (Why does she ALWAYS call me mother?) "I'll wait for those colors to become fashionable and then I'll find myself a man."
I was shocked. It was like I was listening to myself speak many years ago.
(Fade to the ancient past.....)
When I was finishing my 1st semester at BYU, I was unexpectedly dumped by a young man. I thought everything was going swimmingly. He had taken me to meet his family for Thanksgiving. We had not had one argument. I wasn't in love with him by any means, but I was enjoying getting to know him. Then one night, he didn't show up for our date. I waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Finally, in great confusion, I went to bed. What had just happened?
The next morning, I spoke to Sacrament meeting. Said young man (who shall remain nameless) was sitting on the front row. That was awkward! He listened attentively to my message. He smiled during the funny parts and looked thoughtful during the serious parts. What was going on?
I mustered up all my courage and asked if we could go on a walk. Later that afternoon as we walked the frigid streets of Provo, he told me that I hadn't done anything wrong, but he was interested in dating others. What can you say to that?
I somehow got through finals and went home for Christmas vacation, nursing my semi-broken heart.
After arriving back in Provo a couple of weeks later, I was talking to my best friend and roommate Melinda.
"Melinda, I need to find a man!"
We made plans to attend the dance the next evening in the Wilkinson Center. A nice young man named Jerry (he CAN be named) gave us a ride. Soon after arriving, I met Ron and we danced the rest of the evening. Ron took me home and our first date occurred a couple of nights later.
So, when Emily said, "Mom, I'll wait for turquoise and coral to become fashionable and then I'll find a man" it was the weirdest experience. It brought back memories of college days, great roommates, and meeting a wonderful man.
All I can say is that I hope turquoise and coral are not in fashion for at least 5 years.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Wedding Day Blues
Once a month I volunteer in the Oakland Temple. Yesterday, I had that privlege. One of my assignments was to stand near the front desk and greet the patrons. When you are assigned the front desk area, you also make sure those doing baptisms or receiving their endowments, or getting married are shown the correct area to go.
About 9:00 am, a young man showed up. The man at the desk found out he was getting married that day. He was getting married at noon. He was slightly early. His fiancee was not with him.
I escorted him to the room so they could complete the paperwork and make sure his wedding license was in order. No one was in that office and when I went to track someone down, they suggested that he wait in the cafeteria because it was so early.
I went back and suggested he might want to get something to eat. He wasn't interested in eating. He was interested in getting married. He looked so nervous that my heart went out to him. I tried to calm him down by visiting with him a few minutes. He told me that his fiancee had already recieved her endowment in the Sacramento temple. He told me that they were arriving early to get their pictures done before the sealing. He was also very distressed because it was so foggy that he was worried that the pictures would not turn out. I told him I got married in February and it was a very overcast day, but sometimes those are the pictures that turn out the best. I don't think I reassured him. As we continued to visit, he received a text. His soon-to-be wife was running late.
I felt so bad for him. Here he was--all alone in the temple with some strange lady for temporary company. He began pacing the room and then decided to wait in the large foyer off the entrance. As I waited near the front desk, I could see him texting. I'm assuming it was to his bride. Soon, it was time for me to go to my next assignment. Yet, I kept thinking about him the rest of the morning.
When I finished my shift, I met my mom and she told me that she had heard that the bride had never arrived. I felt sick. I kept seeing this very young man with worried brown eyes, pacing the floor. My mom told me all the wedding guests were waiting for the noon wedding--which was only a few minutes away. She actually knew the groom's grandmother and she went to find her and visit for a few minutes.
When I met my mom again several minutes later, I received a wedding update. Actually the rumors about the bride not showing up were inaccurate. She had arrived after becoming hopelessly lost driving to the temple and had ended up in San Fransisco. Her groom became worried when she kept calling and saying she couldn't find the temple. He finally left to find her. Unfortunately, he was involved in a traffic accident. He was fine, but his car was totaled.
I could not believe what I was hearing. I've heard of things going wrong on a wedding day, but never to this extreme. As my Mom, Jack, and I left the temple, there was the waiting room full of guests. There was the bride and her bridesmaids standing outside the temple with the photographer getting a few pictures taken before the groom showed up. I wondered if the wedding EVER happened that day. Well today, I got the rest of the story.....
Today, I went back to the Oakland Temple with our ward's youth group who were doing baptisms. While I was there, I ran into one of the assistant matrons who recognized me as a temple worker. She mentioned in passing the wedding they had on Friday. I expressed interest and let her know I had met the groom and wondered what had happened. This is what she told me.
"Once the groom was in the car accident, his father went to get him. His car is a total loss, but fortunately he was OK. After a three hour delay, they were finally married and then his father drove the new couple up to the Sacramento area for the reception. I hope they got there in time!"
I was happy to hear that they finally were married. Whenever they move into a new ward and are asked to give a talk and "tell a little about themselves" they will have quite the story to tell. And when their future children ask about their wedding day, hopefully they will be able to laugh about it and say, "Well, there's this song from My Fair Lady that starts out,
About 9:00 am, a young man showed up. The man at the desk found out he was getting married that day. He was getting married at noon. He was slightly early. His fiancee was not with him.
I escorted him to the room so they could complete the paperwork and make sure his wedding license was in order. No one was in that office and when I went to track someone down, they suggested that he wait in the cafeteria because it was so early.
I went back and suggested he might want to get something to eat. He wasn't interested in eating. He was interested in getting married. He looked so nervous that my heart went out to him. I tried to calm him down by visiting with him a few minutes. He told me that his fiancee had already recieved her endowment in the Sacramento temple. He told me that they were arriving early to get their pictures done before the sealing. He was also very distressed because it was so foggy that he was worried that the pictures would not turn out. I told him I got married in February and it was a very overcast day, but sometimes those are the pictures that turn out the best. I don't think I reassured him. As we continued to visit, he received a text. His soon-to-be wife was running late.
I felt so bad for him. Here he was--all alone in the temple with some strange lady for temporary company. He began pacing the room and then decided to wait in the large foyer off the entrance. As I waited near the front desk, I could see him texting. I'm assuming it was to his bride. Soon, it was time for me to go to my next assignment. Yet, I kept thinking about him the rest of the morning.
When I finished my shift, I met my mom and she told me that she had heard that the bride had never arrived. I felt sick. I kept seeing this very young man with worried brown eyes, pacing the floor. My mom told me all the wedding guests were waiting for the noon wedding--which was only a few minutes away. She actually knew the groom's grandmother and she went to find her and visit for a few minutes.
When I met my mom again several minutes later, I received a wedding update. Actually the rumors about the bride not showing up were inaccurate. She had arrived after becoming hopelessly lost driving to the temple and had ended up in San Fransisco. Her groom became worried when she kept calling and saying she couldn't find the temple. He finally left to find her. Unfortunately, he was involved in a traffic accident. He was fine, but his car was totaled.
I could not believe what I was hearing. I've heard of things going wrong on a wedding day, but never to this extreme. As my Mom, Jack, and I left the temple, there was the waiting room full of guests. There was the bride and her bridesmaids standing outside the temple with the photographer getting a few pictures taken before the groom showed up. I wondered if the wedding EVER happened that day. Well today, I got the rest of the story.....
Today, I went back to the Oakland Temple with our ward's youth group who were doing baptisms. While I was there, I ran into one of the assistant matrons who recognized me as a temple worker. She mentioned in passing the wedding they had on Friday. I expressed interest and let her know I had met the groom and wondered what had happened. This is what she told me.
"Once the groom was in the car accident, his father went to get him. His car is a total loss, but fortunately he was OK. After a three hour delay, they were finally married and then his father drove the new couple up to the Sacramento area for the reception. I hope they got there in time!"
I was happy to hear that they finally were married. Whenever they move into a new ward and are asked to give a talk and "tell a little about themselves" they will have quite the story to tell. And when their future children ask about their wedding day, hopefully they will be able to laugh about it and say, "Well, there's this song from My Fair Lady that starts out,
I'm getting married in the morning.
Ding dong the bells are going to chime!
Throw out the stopper
Let's have a whopper!
But get me to the church on time!"
Friday, December 10, 2010
Baking Beauty
When Ron and Emily came home yesterday afternoon, I greeted them at the front door with a big smile and an announcement:
"I am a Baking Beauty!"
Emily sniffed the air appreciatively. "Yes, you are!"
Ron smiled and said, "Let me give my Baking Beauty a hug."
All together now: "Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"
OK, I promise no more mushy stuff.
As they walked into the kitchen, this is what they saw.
Mmmm....Cookies!
And do you see that beautiful centerpiece in the background?
Do you want a closer look?
Here you go!
Emily made this centerpiece in her floral design class. I LOVE it!
Yes, there were over eight dozen Peanut Blossoms--warm and yummy from the oven. Last night I attended a Relief Society cookie exchange. Six dozen of my cookies, along with 20 recipes were given out. In return, I came home with this:
Even more delicious cookies!
"I am a Baking Beauty!"
Emily sniffed the air appreciatively. "Yes, you are!"
Ron smiled and said, "Let me give my Baking Beauty a hug."
All together now: "Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"
OK, I promise no more mushy stuff.
As they walked into the kitchen, this is what they saw.
Mmmm....Cookies!
And do you see that beautiful centerpiece in the background?
Do you want a closer look?
Here you go!
Emily made this centerpiece in her floral design class. I LOVE it!Yes, there were over eight dozen Peanut Blossoms--warm and yummy from the oven. Last night I attended a Relief Society cookie exchange. Six dozen of my cookies, along with 20 recipes were given out. In return, I came home with this:
Even more delicious cookies!
As Ron sampled one of my peanut blossoms he said, "I'm spoiled."
I was confused and said, "You're spoiled?"
"Yes, I'm spoiled with your cookies."
All together now, "Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!"
"Well," I replied, "You did marry a Baking Beauty!"
I was confused and said, "You're spoiled?"
"Yes, I'm spoiled with your cookies."
All together now, "Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!"
"Well," I replied, "You did marry a Baking Beauty!"
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Candy Train
When I was a teenager, my mother taught us how to make a Candy Train. They are so much easier than graham cracker or gingerbread houses. I remembered the idea and after I had children, we began making candy trains each Christmas.
Emily and Jennifer with their masterpiece.
Not such a Holly Jolly Christmas.
A close up of the tragic scene.
Emily and Jennifer with their masterpiece.If you want to make a candy train, this is what you'll need.
Take the other candy bar and cut it in half. These will be the two cars in the train. Pile M&M's on one car and Tootsie Rolls on the other. Attach peppermint drops to the base of each car for the wheels.
You will also need a firm frosting to "glue" everything together. We like this one.
However, over the years, our sweet, Christmasy candy trains have taken on a dramatic flair.
We had a Mexican Fiesta train one year--complete with an aluminum foil pinata. I believe Jennifer was the inspiration for that train.
Viva Mexico!
Do you see the tin foil pinata?
Do you see the flag of Mexico and the Smarties Sombreros?
Last year, with Dustin's assistance via phone, this is what Heather and Emily came up with.
- 2 large Snickers, Milky Way, or Three Musketeer candy bars.
- M&Ms (for the coal car)
- Tootsie Rolls (for the log car)
- 12 Peppermint drops for the wheels
- skinny licorice or straight pretzels for the train tracks. (optional--we don't do this every year.)
- Two Rollo's for the smoke stack
- One Hershey Kiss to go on top of the two Rollos.
- Two Ande's Mints for the sides of the locomotive
- Gummy Bears or Wrapped Christmas chocolates--Santa, snowmen, bells, and gifts are fun.
- Sugared orange slice for the "cow catcher." (I don't always buy this either because we aren't the biggest fan of this kind of candy.)
- Gum drop for the headlight (or a yellow life saver.)
- Any other kind of candy that you might want to use.
Take the other candy bar and cut it in half. These will be the two cars in the train. Pile M&M's on one car and Tootsie Rolls on the other. Attach peppermint drops to the base of each car for the wheels.
You will also need a firm frosting to "glue" everything together. We like this one.
Sonie Frosting
One year, Ron and I home and visit taught several families with young children. We made each family a candy train. The kids thought we were the BEST!1/2 c. shortening
2 c. powdered sugar.
1/2 tsp. vanilla
2 T. milk
Cream shortening and powdered sugar together. Add vanilla and milk and blend well.
2 c. powdered sugar.
1/2 tsp. vanilla
2 T. milk
Cream shortening and powdered sugar together. Add vanilla and milk and blend well.
However, over the years, our sweet, Christmasy candy trains have taken on a dramatic flair.
We had a Mexican Fiesta train one year--complete with an aluminum foil pinata. I believe Jennifer was the inspiration for that train.
Viva Mexico!
Do you see the tin foil pinata? 
Do you see the flag of Mexico and the Smarties Sombreros? Last year, with Dustin's assistance via phone, this is what Heather and Emily came up with.
It looks cute, doesn't it? Santa almost looks like he's winking at you!
However, if you look at the bigger picture, this is a 911 candy train--complete with lego ambulance, lego men carrying a stretcher, and a very sad victim. I'm not sure if the victim was run over by the train. I hope not.
Not such a Holly Jolly Christmas.
A close up of the tragic scene.If you decide to make Candy Trains for families with young children, you'll probably want to skip the gore and stick with Christmasy sweetness. However, if you have teenagers, they'll enjoy coming up with all kinds of interesting scenes!
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
A Cedar Cove Christmas
A Cedar Cove Christmas by Debbie MacomberMy rating: 3 of 5 stars
I love Debbie Macomber books. A recent Hallmark movie based on one of her Christmas books inspired me to go to the library and look for another one of her Christmas stories. Although this one was enjoyable, I probably would have enjoyed it more if I was familiar with the Cedar Cover characters. I have not yet read this particular series.
Mary Jo Wyse finds herself very pregnant close to Christmas. The father of her baby, David Rhodes turned out to be a lying, sneaky scoundrel who is determined to "not do the right thing." Her three brothers are determined to track him down and force him into marrying their younger sister. Mary Jo may have been a fool when it came to David's charming ways, but she realizes now that he would not be a blessing in her or her unborn child's life. In order to prevent a messy scene, she travels to Cedar Cove on Christmas Eve to warn David's family of the wrath of the Wyse brothers.
This book loosely parallels the first Christmas story. There is no room in any inns for this soon-to-be mother in Cedar Cove, but through the kindness of strangers, this book has a feel good ending--perfect when you want a little non-commercial Christmas cheer.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
For Heather....With Love
Are the Christmas celebrations working you into a tizzy? Do you need time to relax and have a little fun? Well, I have JUST the game for you.
I cannot take credit for this great masterpiece. My daughter, Heather came up with the idea for this fun game. It takes very little time and very little brain power. Two items which are in short supply during the holiday season.
I have to admit, Heather never invited me to play this game until last Christmas. Yet, I had heard about it. Mainly from Emily.
Heather: "Let's play the Christmas tree game!"
Emily: "Do we HAVE to?"
Heather: "Yes, it's tradition."
How come everything comes back to tradition?
The game is simple. Find a Christmas tree. Any Christmas tree will do.
How about this Christmas tree?
Christmas Tree 2010
I cannot take credit for this great masterpiece. My daughter, Heather came up with the idea for this fun game. It takes very little time and very little brain power. Two items which are in short supply during the holiday season.
I have to admit, Heather never invited me to play this game until last Christmas. Yet, I had heard about it. Mainly from Emily.
Heather: "Let's play the Christmas tree game!"
Emily: "Do we HAVE to?"
Heather: "Yes, it's tradition."
How come everything comes back to tradition?
The game is simple. Find a Christmas tree. Any Christmas tree will do.
How about this Christmas tree?
Christmas Tree 2010
One person is the leader.
Leader: (Who is ALWAYS Heather in our family, because this is her game.) "I'm thinking of a light. Do you know which one it is?"
Of course, with a thousand or so lights on the tree, (perhaps that is a slight exaggeration) no one can guess correctly. At this point, a series of yes or no questions are permitted.
Emily: (Because it's usually Emily who plays this game with Heather, although last year I WAS permitted to play.) "Is it red?"
Heather: "No."
Emily: "Is it yellow?"
Heather: "No."
Emily: "Is it green?"
Heather: (With great excitement and glee.) "YES!!!!"
Now, it's a simple matter of figuring out which green light it is.
After a great deal of elimination, the right green light is discovered and the game is over.
It took five minutes tops!
Everyone has five minutes at Christmas! So, go ahead. Play this game with your family members. I'm sure they will love it as much as our family does.
P.S. Heather, have you played this game with Dustin yet?
Leader: (Who is ALWAYS Heather in our family, because this is her game.) "I'm thinking of a light. Do you know which one it is?"
Of course, with a thousand or so lights on the tree, (perhaps that is a slight exaggeration) no one can guess correctly. At this point, a series of yes or no questions are permitted.
Emily: (Because it's usually Emily who plays this game with Heather, although last year I WAS permitted to play.) "Is it red?"
Heather: "No."
Emily: "Is it yellow?"
Heather: "No."
Emily: "Is it green?"
Heather: (With great excitement and glee.) "YES!!!!"
Now, it's a simple matter of figuring out which green light it is.
After a great deal of elimination, the right green light is discovered and the game is over.
It took five minutes tops!
Everyone has five minutes at Christmas! So, go ahead. Play this game with your family members. I'm sure they will love it as much as our family does.
P.S. Heather, have you played this game with Dustin yet?
Friday, December 3, 2010
Remembering Christ at Christmas
Last night I attended a Relief Society Christmas social. We had a delicious dinner, I enjoyed getting to know the women at my table better, and we had a lovely program. My nephew D.J. played a piano solo to conclude the evening. Can I say, "He's awesome!" D.J. truly is a gifted pianist.
Interspersed between the musical numbers, we watched three video selections that helped us focus on the true meaning of Christmas. It's a message I very much appreciated.
So many times, I get caught up in the hustle and bustle of the holiday season. Christmas shopping. Christmas baking. Christmas parties. The list goes on and on. By the time Christmas Day arrives, I am exhausted. I remember too many Christmas mornings where I went back to bed after opening gifts and breakfast. I was too tired to enjoy the rest of the day.
One of my favorite Christmases was when our little family moved to Twenty-nine Palms for a couple of months while Ron had a work assignment down there. We knew it would be a temporary move, so we only brought the bare necessities. If it didn't fit in our van, we left it behind. This included all our Christmas decorations.
Jennifer was turning one, Heather was barely four, and Christie was in 1st grade. We knew we needed to make Christmas special for them, so we grew creative.
We bought an inexpensive live tree, a box of Christmas lights, a package of popcorn, some thread, needles, candy canes, wrapped chocolates on a string, and some red and green construction paper. We strung popcorn, made Christmas chains, and decorated our tree with love. Because we knew no one, we weren't invited to any parties. Because Christie was being temporarily "home-schooled" we didn't have any school Christmas programs to attend. Each evening, we gathered together in the living room and Ron or I would read a short Christmas story. We sang Christmas Carols. We spent time together as a family.
There in the high desert of southern California, the stars seemed especially bright and close. It wasn't hard to imagine the Magi following the star in their search to worship the Savior. It wasn't hard to imagine angels appearing to shepherds as they shouted, "Glory to God in the Highest" and "Peace on Earth Good Will to Men." And it wasn't hard to imagine a young tired pregnant woman with a concerned husband as they traveled through their own desert in a far off land looking for room in an inn.
I hope you enjoy this video presentation. I know it helped me resolve to make room for my Savior during this busy time of the year.
Interspersed between the musical numbers, we watched three video selections that helped us focus on the true meaning of Christmas. It's a message I very much appreciated.
So many times, I get caught up in the hustle and bustle of the holiday season. Christmas shopping. Christmas baking. Christmas parties. The list goes on and on. By the time Christmas Day arrives, I am exhausted. I remember too many Christmas mornings where I went back to bed after opening gifts and breakfast. I was too tired to enjoy the rest of the day.
One of my favorite Christmases was when our little family moved to Twenty-nine Palms for a couple of months while Ron had a work assignment down there. We knew it would be a temporary move, so we only brought the bare necessities. If it didn't fit in our van, we left it behind. This included all our Christmas decorations.
Jennifer was turning one, Heather was barely four, and Christie was in 1st grade. We knew we needed to make Christmas special for them, so we grew creative.
We bought an inexpensive live tree, a box of Christmas lights, a package of popcorn, some thread, needles, candy canes, wrapped chocolates on a string, and some red and green construction paper. We strung popcorn, made Christmas chains, and decorated our tree with love. Because we knew no one, we weren't invited to any parties. Because Christie was being temporarily "home-schooled" we didn't have any school Christmas programs to attend. Each evening, we gathered together in the living room and Ron or I would read a short Christmas story. We sang Christmas Carols. We spent time together as a family.
There in the high desert of southern California, the stars seemed especially bright and close. It wasn't hard to imagine the Magi following the star in their search to worship the Savior. It wasn't hard to imagine angels appearing to shepherds as they shouted, "Glory to God in the Highest" and "Peace on Earth Good Will to Men." And it wasn't hard to imagine a young tired pregnant woman with a concerned husband as they traveled through their own desert in a far off land looking for room in an inn.
I hope you enjoy this video presentation. I know it helped me resolve to make room for my Savior during this busy time of the year.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Don't Call Us...We'll Call You or The End of the Saga
RECAP: As we left woman in yesterday's cell phone saga, she and her family had moved where her cell phone rarely worked. And now, the story continues.....
When woman, husband, and darling daughter #4 moved, they did not have a land line or the Internet for 1 1/2 weeks! That is a very long time to not check e-mail. Or update blog. Or check Facebook. Or even get the occasional phone call.
Woman got into the habit of carrying cell phone EVERYWHERE in her pocket.
She even remembered to turn it on.
Alas...cell phone missed many calls because of spotty coverage.
Something had to be done!
It was finally decided to give up beloved cell phone and cell phone number with 209 area code to find something a little more dependable.
Alas....woman has not changed her ways. Cell phone is rarely on. Cell phone is rarely carried. Cell phone is usually with darling daughter #4 so she can call and ask to be picked up from lengthy drama practices.
A couple of weeks ago, woman and her mother were talking to an acquaintance. Acquaintance was interested in obtaining woman's contact information.
Address. Check.
Home Phone. Check.
E-mail address. Check.
Cell phone number.
Cell phone number?
Woman did not KNOW her cell phone number. Woman has NEVER used the new phone. The one time Woman actually received a phone call, she could not find her phone in the depths of her purse. Woman could never figure out how to retrieve the message.
Clearly, woman is pathetic.
Clearly, woman is not ready for the 21st century.
This is what made it so ironic when woman and California sister were watching TV on Thanksgiving night and a commercial came on for a new 4G phone.
Woman shouted, "I NEED a 4G phone!"
California sister replied, "Yes, so we can video conference with each other!"
(California sister shares woman's habit of rarely using cell phone. So does their mother. It must be a family thing.)
Woman exclaimed, "We can update our Facebook!"
California sister replied: "And surf the Internet!"
California Sister and Woman were rolling with laughter. They thought they were SO Funny!
No one else joined in their laughter.
Woman said, "We should be on stage at some comedy show!"
California Sister said, "Yes, we are HILARIOUS!"
No one else joined their merriment.
I can hear the talent scouts say now,
I hope they don't call their cell phones. They'll never get an answer.
When woman, husband, and darling daughter #4 moved, they did not have a land line or the Internet for 1 1/2 weeks! That is a very long time to not check e-mail. Or update blog. Or check Facebook. Or even get the occasional phone call.
Woman got into the habit of carrying cell phone EVERYWHERE in her pocket.
She even remembered to turn it on.
Alas...cell phone missed many calls because of spotty coverage.
Something had to be done!
It was finally decided to give up beloved cell phone and cell phone number with 209 area code to find something a little more dependable.
Alas....woman has not changed her ways. Cell phone is rarely on. Cell phone is rarely carried. Cell phone is usually with darling daughter #4 so she can call and ask to be picked up from lengthy drama practices.
A couple of weeks ago, woman and her mother were talking to an acquaintance. Acquaintance was interested in obtaining woman's contact information.
Address. Check.
Home Phone. Check.
E-mail address. Check.
Cell phone number.
Cell phone number?
Woman did not KNOW her cell phone number. Woman has NEVER used the new phone. The one time Woman actually received a phone call, she could not find her phone in the depths of her purse. Woman could never figure out how to retrieve the message.
Clearly, woman is pathetic.
Clearly, woman is not ready for the 21st century.
This is what made it so ironic when woman and California sister were watching TV on Thanksgiving night and a commercial came on for a new 4G phone.
Woman shouted, "I NEED a 4G phone!"
California sister replied, "Yes, so we can video conference with each other!"
(California sister shares woman's habit of rarely using cell phone. So does their mother. It must be a family thing.)
Woman exclaimed, "We can update our Facebook!"
California sister replied: "And surf the Internet!"
California Sister and Woman were rolling with laughter. They thought they were SO Funny!
No one else joined in their laughter.
Woman said, "We should be on stage at some comedy show!"
California Sister said, "Yes, we are HILARIOUS!"
No one else joined their merriment.
I can hear the talent scouts say now,
Don't call us...we'll call you.
I hope they don't call their cell phones. They'll never get an answer.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
The Saga Continues
As we left off in yesterday's post, said woman waited and waited and waited for dear husband to rescue her.
And sweated. And sweated. And sweated. (Perhaps I should have used the word "glowed." It's much more lady-like.)
OK, the woman glowed. And glowed. And glowed.
It was a very hot August afternoon. Remember?
Husband finally rescued wife from parking lot. He was able to get the car started!
Perhaps it was low on gas?
He convinced wife to drive to local gas station and fill up with gas.
She did so.
The car broke down again as soon as she entered the gas station parking lot.
A helpful stranger and dear husband pushed the offending van out of the busy gas line traffic.
"I think we may need a new van," wife sadly said.
"I think you may be right," dear husband replied.
After replacing three transmissions, (Yes, you read that right--three transmissions!) the husband and wife just could not stomach paying one more cent--not one more penny--on fixing their van.
It was time to shop for a new car.
Which they did.
However, buying a new cell phone took a little longer.
So many things to consider!
Which company?
What kind of plan?
What kind of phone?
Finally, after three months of researching, the phone was purchased.
There it sat, barely touched, in woman's purse.
No one could get a hold of her on cell phone.
It was never on.
She was teased.
"Why do you have a cell phone if you never turn it on?"
"I'm usually home," woman replied. "And when I'm not home, I don't want to be on the phone."
Oh, the phone was used occasionally.
Long distance phone calls to dear daughters #1, #2, and #3.
Long distance phone calls to Mother.
Long distance phone calls to sisters.
Long distance phone calls to friends.
And then, woman, husband, and dear daughter #4 moved.
The rarely used cell phone was used even less.
Because, alas, it did not get good reception in new location.
The story continues in part III tomorrow.
Don't hold your breath!
And sweated. And sweated. And sweated. (Perhaps I should have used the word "glowed." It's much more lady-like.)
OK, the woman glowed. And glowed. And glowed.
It was a very hot August afternoon. Remember?
Husband finally rescued wife from parking lot. He was able to get the car started!
Perhaps it was low on gas?
He convinced wife to drive to local gas station and fill up with gas.
She did so.
The car broke down again as soon as she entered the gas station parking lot.
A helpful stranger and dear husband pushed the offending van out of the busy gas line traffic.
"I think we may need a new van," wife sadly said.
"I think you may be right," dear husband replied.
After replacing three transmissions, (Yes, you read that right--three transmissions!) the husband and wife just could not stomach paying one more cent--not one more penny--on fixing their van.
It was time to shop for a new car.
Which they did.
However, buying a new cell phone took a little longer.
So many things to consider!
Which company?
What kind of plan?
What kind of phone?
Finally, after three months of researching, the phone was purchased.
There it sat, barely touched, in woman's purse.
No one could get a hold of her on cell phone.
It was never on.
She was teased.
"Why do you have a cell phone if you never turn it on?"
"I'm usually home," woman replied. "And when I'm not home, I don't want to be on the phone."
Oh, the phone was used occasionally.
Long distance phone calls to dear daughters #1, #2, and #3.
Long distance phone calls to Mother.
Long distance phone calls to sisters.
Long distance phone calls to friends.
And then, woman, husband, and dear daughter #4 moved.
The rarely used cell phone was used even less.
Because, alas, it did not get good reception in new location.
The story continues in part III tomorrow.
Don't hold your breath!
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Nudged into the 21st Century
Once upon a time, there was a woman who was not convinced that she needed a cell phone.
"Why should I own a cell phone? I'm ALWAYS home! And when I'm not home, I prefer to not be on the phone."
Yes, she was teased by others. But, she was happy with her cell phone free life.
Then one day, tragedy struck! Her trusty white van (may it rest in peace) broke down on a busy street in Stockton. It barely had enough momentum to pull into a parking lot. There it sat.
It was a hot August day. Said woman was on her way to UOP to pick up darling daughter #3 from her lovely job working as a custodian. Darling Daughter #3 owned a cell phone. She was very 21st century.
"Hmmm," thought the woman. "I need to call daughter and let her know I will be late. I need to call husband and ask him to rescue daughter and then rescue me."
She proceeded to look for a pay phone. She went to one place of business.
No pay phone.
She went to another place of business.
No pay phone.
She went to a third place of business.
Still no pay phone.
Mustering her courage, she approached the owner of the third business and asked if he knew where a pay phone was at--her car was broken down in his very parking lot and it was a very hot August afternoon.
Business owner took pity on her. He offered his business phone. She called husband. She explained her predicament. Because daughter #3 had a Utah phone number on her cell phone, she asked husband to call daughter because she did not want to add a long distance charge to nice business man's bill.
Then she went back to her hot van and waited to be rescued. She waited. And waited. And waited. Two things were realized during that very hot wait.
1. She needed a new car.
2. She needed to break down and buy a cell phone.
Tomorrow: Part II of this very fascinating story. I bet you can't wait!
"Why should I own a cell phone? I'm ALWAYS home! And when I'm not home, I prefer to not be on the phone."
Yes, she was teased by others. But, she was happy with her cell phone free life.
Then one day, tragedy struck! Her trusty white van (may it rest in peace) broke down on a busy street in Stockton. It barely had enough momentum to pull into a parking lot. There it sat.
It was a hot August day. Said woman was on her way to UOP to pick up darling daughter #3 from her lovely job working as a custodian. Darling Daughter #3 owned a cell phone. She was very 21st century.
"Hmmm," thought the woman. "I need to call daughter and let her know I will be late. I need to call husband and ask him to rescue daughter and then rescue me."
She proceeded to look for a pay phone. She went to one place of business.
No pay phone.
She went to another place of business.
No pay phone.
She went to a third place of business.
Still no pay phone.
Mustering her courage, she approached the owner of the third business and asked if he knew where a pay phone was at--her car was broken down in his very parking lot and it was a very hot August afternoon.
Business owner took pity on her. He offered his business phone. She called husband. She explained her predicament. Because daughter #3 had a Utah phone number on her cell phone, she asked husband to call daughter because she did not want to add a long distance charge to nice business man's bill.
Then she went back to her hot van and waited to be rescued. She waited. And waited. And waited. Two things were realized during that very hot wait.
1. She needed a new car.
2. She needed to break down and buy a cell phone.
Tomorrow: Part II of this very fascinating story. I bet you can't wait!
Monday, November 29, 2010
Ch Ch Ch Chia Pet!
You know Christmas is coming when you see the Chia Pet commercials on TV.
Did you know that this year, you can get a Chia Pet and show your patriotism at the same time?
You can get a George Washington Chia Head!
You can get an Abraham Lincoln Chia Head!
You can get the Statue of Liberty Chia Head!
And you can get an President Obama Chia Head which symbolizes according to the commercial "prosperity and hope."
Do you feel particularly prosperous and hopeful?
Who said that Christmas, patriotism, and Chia Pets didn't go together!
Did you know that this year, you can get a Chia Pet and show your patriotism at the same time?
You can get a George Washington Chia Head!
You can get an Abraham Lincoln Chia Head!
You can get the Statue of Liberty Chia Head!
And you can get an President Obama Chia Head which symbolizes according to the commercial "prosperity and hope."
Do you feel particularly prosperous and hopeful?
Who said that Christmas, patriotism, and Chia Pets didn't go together!
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Ron-The Card Shark
Family Home Evening follows a predictable pattern in our home.
The person conducting ALWAYS says,
If we aren't smiling when they say that line, they repeat it until we are ALL smiling.
Aren't families great?
Then we have an:
The person conducting ALWAYS says,
Welcome to Family Home Evening. It's so NICE to see your bright and shining faces.
If we aren't smiling when they say that line, they repeat it until we are ALL smiling.
Aren't families great?
Then we have an:
Opening Song.
Opening Prayer.
Family business.
Opening Prayer.
Family business.
We always sing a special song for family business. I admit it. I made the song up. It's so catchy that you might want to try it in your home.
(Sung to Hallelujah Chorus.)
(Sung to Hallelujah Chorus.)
Family Business!
Family Business!
(sung slightly faster) Family Business, Family Business
(sung much slower) Family Buuuuisnessss!
Family Business!
(sung slightly faster) Family Business, Family Business
(sung much slower) Family Buuuuisnessss!
After a lengthy discussion on "family business" it's time to move onto the scripture. Following the scripture is the lesson. Usually a pretty short lesson. You would think we had a short attention span or something.
Then it's time to
Then it's time to
Sing the closing song.
Say the closing prayer.
Have the activity.
Eat a treat.
Say the closing prayer.
Have the activity.
Eat a treat.
For it wouldn't be family home evening without the treat!
Tonight, our family home evening went pretty much to pattern. Long family business. Short lesson.
Then, it was time to play Phase 10.
Let me tell you. We are COMPETITIVE in this family! Of course, it doesn't compare to my ruthless brother-in-law Dan and his game of Monopoly. I haven't played Dan in a game of Monopoly in over 21 years! That's how competitive he is.
Back to Phase 10. Ron deals the cards. He ALWAYS deals the cards. That is how Emily and I prefer it. I am not very good at shuffling. You can ask my daughters. They will agree with me.
I think, just between you and me, that Ron would make a great card shark! I think he keeps extra WILDS and SKIPS up his sleeve. It seems like he has a plethora of WILDS when I barely get any. Do I sound bitter? Perhaps. Just a little.
Tonight, during the first "phase" Ron SKIPPED me. He really did. I had not done ONE mean thing to him. I had not skipped him. I did not have a plethora of WILD cards. Yet he skipped me. You know what this means?
Yes, I threatened him with sleeping on the couch.
Five or six minutes and a couple of phases later, he SKIPPED Emily.
She was not pleased.
She threatened to take away the pillow and blanket he would be using on the couch.
Ron was scared. But did it stop him from skipping us? No, it did not!
Emily soon threatened him with sleeping outside. If we had a doghouse, he would be in it.
The game ended. Ron won. Not that Emily or I are bitter or anything.
He made up for his card shark ways with a delicious bowl of ice cream.
All is forgiven.
There is "beauty all around" once again because Phase 10 is over for a few more weeks and once again, there is "Love at Home."
Tonight, our family home evening went pretty much to pattern. Long family business. Short lesson.
Then, it was time to play Phase 10.
Let me tell you. We are COMPETITIVE in this family! Of course, it doesn't compare to my ruthless brother-in-law Dan and his game of Monopoly. I haven't played Dan in a game of Monopoly in over 21 years! That's how competitive he is.
Back to Phase 10. Ron deals the cards. He ALWAYS deals the cards. That is how Emily and I prefer it. I am not very good at shuffling. You can ask my daughters. They will agree with me.
I think, just between you and me, that Ron would make a great card shark! I think he keeps extra WILDS and SKIPS up his sleeve. It seems like he has a plethora of WILDS when I barely get any. Do I sound bitter? Perhaps. Just a little.
Tonight, during the first "phase" Ron SKIPPED me. He really did. I had not done ONE mean thing to him. I had not skipped him. I did not have a plethora of WILD cards. Yet he skipped me. You know what this means?
Yes, I threatened him with sleeping on the couch.
Five or six minutes and a couple of phases later, he SKIPPED Emily.
She was not pleased.
She threatened to take away the pillow and blanket he would be using on the couch.
Ron was scared. But did it stop him from skipping us? No, it did not!
Emily soon threatened him with sleeping outside. If we had a doghouse, he would be in it.
The game ended. Ron won. Not that Emily or I are bitter or anything.
He made up for his card shark ways with a delicious bowl of ice cream.
All is forgiven.
There is "beauty all around" once again because Phase 10 is over for a few more weeks and once again, there is "Love at Home."
Friday, November 26, 2010
Thanksgiving Makeover--2010 Edition
We had a lovely Thanksgiving. It wasn't what we planned on. It wasn't what we hoped for. But it ended up being a wonderful day.
We were hoping to drive to Utah. The plans were to drive part way on Tuesday and finish the drive on Wednesday. However, a major winter storm that dumped snow over the Sierra changed our plans. We were very sad and very disappointed.
After calling my sister and letting her know we weren't coming, Ron and I had the sad task of calling our Utah daughters--Christie, Heather, and Jennifer and sharing the sad news with them. They understood why we weren't coming but it didn't make it any easier.
Then I called up my Mom and spoke to Jack. "We're not going to Utah for Thanksgiving. May we spend Thanksgiving with you?"
(How's that for inviting yourself to a big event?)
"Of course!" he replied.
It's great having family.
Over 40 people showed up at the church for the annual Thanksgiving Breakfast. We enjoyed a delicious egg-bacon-hash brown breakfast casserole, sweet rolls, fruit cocktail, and orange juice. After breakfast many of the grandchildren put on a talent show. We had piano players. We had a trumpet player. We had poetry recitations. We had our annual play put on by the younger children--a play this year that featured two little girls stuck in an Alice in Wonderland scenario with fairies and other magical creatures that were trying to help them get back home.
But, one of the highlights of the talent show for ME was when my brother Daniel and Emily performed a talent together.
They twirled their hair.
Who says I don't have a talented daughter?
Or a brother who is a very good sport?
Before Thanksgiving dinner, we called the Utah family. Carol and I talked to our Utah sisters and then we talked to Christie and Tim, Heather and Dustin, Jennifer and Jacob. It was great! It was fun! It was almost like being in Utah.
Almost. But not quite.
But, even though we were apart from the Utah family, it was wonderful spending time with the California family. It was wonderful to laugh and talk and work together making a wonderful feast and then working together cleaning up the mess.
It was wonderful to visit and catch up. It was then wonderful to go home and sleep in my own bed, not worrying about how we were going to get home from Utah because another winter storm this weekend is supposed to dump even more snow.
Yes, our Thanksgiving was not what we hoped for. But, it ended up being very, very nice.
We were hoping to drive to Utah. The plans were to drive part way on Tuesday and finish the drive on Wednesday. However, a major winter storm that dumped snow over the Sierra changed our plans. We were very sad and very disappointed.
After calling my sister and letting her know we weren't coming, Ron and I had the sad task of calling our Utah daughters--Christie, Heather, and Jennifer and sharing the sad news with them. They understood why we weren't coming but it didn't make it any easier.
Then I called up my Mom and spoke to Jack. "We're not going to Utah for Thanksgiving. May we spend Thanksgiving with you?"
(How's that for inviting yourself to a big event?)
"Of course!" he replied.
It's great having family.
Over 40 people showed up at the church for the annual Thanksgiving Breakfast. We enjoyed a delicious egg-bacon-hash brown breakfast casserole, sweet rolls, fruit cocktail, and orange juice. After breakfast many of the grandchildren put on a talent show. We had piano players. We had a trumpet player. We had poetry recitations. We had our annual play put on by the younger children--a play this year that featured two little girls stuck in an Alice in Wonderland scenario with fairies and other magical creatures that were trying to help them get back home.
But, one of the highlights of the talent show for ME was when my brother Daniel and Emily performed a talent together.
They twirled their hair.
Who says I don't have a talented daughter?
Or a brother who is a very good sport?
Before Thanksgiving dinner, we called the Utah family. Carol and I talked to our Utah sisters and then we talked to Christie and Tim, Heather and Dustin, Jennifer and Jacob. It was great! It was fun! It was almost like being in Utah.
Almost. But not quite.
But, even though we were apart from the Utah family, it was wonderful spending time with the California family. It was wonderful to laugh and talk and work together making a wonderful feast and then working together cleaning up the mess.
It was wonderful to visit and catch up. It was then wonderful to go home and sleep in my own bed, not worrying about how we were going to get home from Utah because another winter storm this weekend is supposed to dump even more snow.
Yes, our Thanksgiving was not what we hoped for. But, it ended up being very, very nice.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
My Name is Loralee...and I'm a Christmas Music Addict
When we moved 3 1/2 months ago, we knew it would be the PERFECT opportunity to streamline our home. We got rid of furniture, appliances, books, DVD's, videos, kitchen "stuff" clothes, linens, and oodles and oodles of things stored in the garage. It was amazing how much we accumulated and how much we got rid of. It felt good.
But, there was one thing that was "hands-off." That was our CD collection--especially my collection of Christmas music. Every year I purchase at least one or two or sometimes (shifts eyes furtively) three Christmas CD's. Because I LOVE Christmas music soooo much! You may remember http://mamoomsmoments.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-dilemma.html for the serious dilemma I had LAST year!
But, if I HAD to pare down my collection, what would I keep?
In no particular order, here are my top 10 favorite Christmas CD's.
1. Bing Crosby's Merry Christmas. This is the Christmas album I grew up with! There is something about Bing's soothing vocals paired up with the sparkling voices of the Andrew Sisters that puts me in the Christmas Spirit. "Mele Kalikimaka" is the bonus touch.
2. Johnny Mathis For Christmas. Who could not love Johnny's vocals? "Do You Hear What I Hear?" is my favorite on this album.
3. For something a little more contemporary, but still in the old crooner style I like Harry Connick, Jr.'s first Christmas album When My Heart Finds Christmas. I love the energy of this album!
4. I own several Mo Tab Christmas CD's. But one of my favorites is Spirit of the Season with Sissel. "Spirit of the Season" from the Polar Express movie makes me smile EVERY single time!
5. The other Mo Tab Christmas CD I really like is Ring Christmas Bells with Brian Stokes Mitchell. "The Friendly Beasts" is worth downloading if you don't want the entire CD.
6. Donny Osmond's Christmas at Home is one of my favorites. I know what you are thinking--Donny Osmond? His rendition of "Mary Did you Know" and "Come to the Manger" are beautiful!
7. Nat King Cole's The Christmas Song is another vintage CD--but c'mon--it's Nat King Cole singing "The Christmas Song!"
8. Josh Groban's Noel may be this generations version of Nat King Cole, Johnny Mathis, and Bing Crosby wrapped up in one. There is not one bad song on this CD. Not one.
9. Hilary Weeks' Christmas Once Again brings the spirit into my home. Her song "Is There Room" helps put Christmas into perspective for me.
10. Celtic Woman A Christmas Celebration is probably the most listened to Christmas CD in my rotation. "Ding Dong Merrily on High" is worth listening to over and over again!
Honorable Mention: Mannheim Steamroller Christmas. Their version of "Silent Night" accompanied at least two Joy School Christmas productions in my own family history.
So, do you have any CD's you would recommend that I add to my collection? I'm always looking for one or two or (shifts eyes furtively) three every year!
But, there was one thing that was "hands-off." That was our CD collection--especially my collection of Christmas music. Every year I purchase at least one or two or sometimes (shifts eyes furtively) three Christmas CD's. Because I LOVE Christmas music soooo much! You may remember http://mamoomsmoments.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-dilemma.html for the serious dilemma I had LAST year!
But, if I HAD to pare down my collection, what would I keep?
In no particular order, here are my top 10 favorite Christmas CD's.
1. Bing Crosby's Merry Christmas. This is the Christmas album I grew up with! There is something about Bing's soothing vocals paired up with the sparkling voices of the Andrew Sisters that puts me in the Christmas Spirit. "Mele Kalikimaka" is the bonus touch.
2. Johnny Mathis For Christmas. Who could not love Johnny's vocals? "Do You Hear What I Hear?" is my favorite on this album.
3. For something a little more contemporary, but still in the old crooner style I like Harry Connick, Jr.'s first Christmas album When My Heart Finds Christmas. I love the energy of this album!
4. I own several Mo Tab Christmas CD's. But one of my favorites is Spirit of the Season with Sissel. "Spirit of the Season" from the Polar Express movie makes me smile EVERY single time!
5. The other Mo Tab Christmas CD I really like is Ring Christmas Bells with Brian Stokes Mitchell. "The Friendly Beasts" is worth downloading if you don't want the entire CD.
6. Donny Osmond's Christmas at Home is one of my favorites. I know what you are thinking--Donny Osmond? His rendition of "Mary Did you Know" and "Come to the Manger" are beautiful!
7. Nat King Cole's The Christmas Song is another vintage CD--but c'mon--it's Nat King Cole singing "The Christmas Song!"
8. Josh Groban's Noel may be this generations version of Nat King Cole, Johnny Mathis, and Bing Crosby wrapped up in one. There is not one bad song on this CD. Not one.
9. Hilary Weeks' Christmas Once Again brings the spirit into my home. Her song "Is There Room" helps put Christmas into perspective for me.
10. Celtic Woman A Christmas Celebration is probably the most listened to Christmas CD in my rotation. "Ding Dong Merrily on High" is worth listening to over and over again!
Honorable Mention: Mannheim Steamroller Christmas. Their version of "Silent Night" accompanied at least two Joy School Christmas productions in my own family history.
So, do you have any CD's you would recommend that I add to my collection? I'm always looking for one or two or (shifts eyes furtively) three every year!
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Men Are That They Might Have Joy!
When Ron was told that his job was coming to an end about 1 1/2 years ago, we began attending the temple on a weekly basis. It was the highlight of our week because for a few hours we were able to forget the pressing problems that weighed so heavily upon us. "How would we meet our financial obligations? When would a new job open up?" We always felt great peace as we walked through the temple doors and were able to put our problems behind us. We also felt a tangible feeling of Heavenly Father's great love for us. No wonder we enjoyed going to the temple every week!
One particular temple session stands out from the rest. We had been attending the temple for a few months when one of the officiators said something that I will never forget. He was giving the prayer and he said, "We ask that those attending the temple will feel joy."
This was an emotion I had not felt in months! Peace, yes. Love from our Heavenly Father--yes. Joy? No. Soon after entering the Celestial Room, I sat in a comfortable arm chair and began praying once again. Praying for our family. Praying for Ron in his search for employment. Praying that I might have greater faith. Suddenly, I was filled with such an overwhelming feeling of joy--it was indescribable! I don't know if I have ever felt such great joy in my entire life. It surpassed even the feelings on my wedding day and the birth of my children. It was joy that was felt in ever fiber of my being and brought tears of gratitude to my eyes. As I soaked up those nearly forgotten feeling of joy, I thanked Heavenly Father that the prayer of a humble temple worker was answered. I felt like that particular prayer was given for me--that I could have joy even during the trials and tribulations of life. That feeling of joy stayed with me for the remainder of the day. How grateful I am for the reminder that in this life, we can have joy and experience peace, even when our lives seem to be falling apart.
One particular temple session stands out from the rest. We had been attending the temple for a few months when one of the officiators said something that I will never forget. He was giving the prayer and he said, "We ask that those attending the temple will feel joy."
This was an emotion I had not felt in months! Peace, yes. Love from our Heavenly Father--yes. Joy? No. Soon after entering the Celestial Room, I sat in a comfortable arm chair and began praying once again. Praying for our family. Praying for Ron in his search for employment. Praying that I might have greater faith. Suddenly, I was filled with such an overwhelming feeling of joy--it was indescribable! I don't know if I have ever felt such great joy in my entire life. It surpassed even the feelings on my wedding day and the birth of my children. It was joy that was felt in ever fiber of my being and brought tears of gratitude to my eyes. As I soaked up those nearly forgotten feeling of joy, I thanked Heavenly Father that the prayer of a humble temple worker was answered. I felt like that particular prayer was given for me--that I could have joy even during the trials and tribulations of life. That feeling of joy stayed with me for the remainder of the day. How grateful I am for the reminder that in this life, we can have joy and experience peace, even when our lives seem to be falling apart.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Early Morning Seminary--Part 2
I taught the Freshman class for the third time this week. Last week, one of the young men suggested that the class teach seminary. The regular seminary teacher agreed that they could each do a mini-lesson on a subject of their choosing. She called to let me know that Wednesday was the day.
Hurray! I didn't have to prepare a lesson! (Of course, I did have a back-up plan in case we finished early.)
On Monday I reminded the class about their mini-teaching assignment. Some of the students looked at me blankly. This did not look promising.
On Tuesday, I gave each student a handout with suggestions on how to prepare a mini-lesson. It read:
Topic:
Scripture or quote from General Authority:
Personal Experience or Story:
Conclusion (may include your testimony):
There was much moaning and groaning and gnashing of teeth when they realized they would REALLY HAVE TO TEACH!
As the students left the class, I reminded them once again that I was looking forward to their mini-lessons the next day.
One young man said, "I'm going to talk about pornography."
Another young man said, "I am going to talk about pornography, too."
A third and a fourth young man said, "That's what I want to talk about, also."
I sweetly smiled. (I knew they were looking for a reaction and I was NOT going to give them one.) "That's fine. But remember, you must use a scripture or a quote from a General Authority, share a story or a personal experience, and have a conclusion." They looked slightly chagrined.
Today, two young men (not four) did talk about pornography. They shared either a quote from President Hinckley or read from "For the Strength of Youth." They each shared a personal experience where they were at a friend's house and either saw an inappropriate web site or an inappropriate movie. They each shared a conclusion and one shared his testimony.
Even though they chose this topic as an attention getter, I am proud of them for doing so well! And if reading the counsel from a prophet of God strengthens them or members of the class, I would say that it was a success!
Hurray! I didn't have to prepare a lesson! (Of course, I did have a back-up plan in case we finished early.)
On Monday I reminded the class about their mini-teaching assignment. Some of the students looked at me blankly. This did not look promising.
On Tuesday, I gave each student a handout with suggestions on how to prepare a mini-lesson. It read:
Topic:
Scripture or quote from General Authority:
Personal Experience or Story:
Conclusion (may include your testimony):
There was much moaning and groaning and gnashing of teeth when they realized they would REALLY HAVE TO TEACH!
As the students left the class, I reminded them once again that I was looking forward to their mini-lessons the next day.
One young man said, "I'm going to talk about pornography."
Another young man said, "I am going to talk about pornography, too."
A third and a fourth young man said, "That's what I want to talk about, also."
I sweetly smiled. (I knew they were looking for a reaction and I was NOT going to give them one.) "That's fine. But remember, you must use a scripture or a quote from a General Authority, share a story or a personal experience, and have a conclusion." They looked slightly chagrined.
Today, two young men (not four) did talk about pornography. They shared either a quote from President Hinckley or read from "For the Strength of Youth." They each shared a personal experience where they were at a friend's house and either saw an inappropriate web site or an inappropriate movie. They each shared a conclusion and one shared his testimony.
Even though they chose this topic as an attention getter, I am proud of them for doing so well! And if reading the counsel from a prophet of God strengthens them or members of the class, I would say that it was a success!
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Smoke Gets in My Eyes
When Christie and Heather were very young, we had a neighbor who became our "Stockton Grandma." Sister Holsworth lived a couple of houses down the street. She had a cat named "Baby Girl" and a dog whose name I don't remember. We didn't have pets yet and Christie absolutely loved visiting Sister Holsworth's home and playing with her pets. There were a couple of mornings when the doorbell would ring--very early in the morning I might add--and there was Sister Holworth standing on the doorstep with Christie beside her. Sometimes Christie would still be wearing her nightgown, her bare little feet curled from touching the cold concrete. She had slipped out of the house to visit her special friends. I would thank Sister Holsworth for bringing her back home and try to help Christie understand that we didn't visit people before breakfast. I'm sure Sister Holsworth wondered what kind of parent I was at times.
We had Sister Holsworth over for dinner occasionally. We sat near her at church. At least twice we had her over for our Christmas Eve festivities--a special dinner and acting out the nativity. We were not only neighbors, but became good friends.
When Heather was about a year old and Christie was about five, Sister Holsworth asked me to drive her to the Sacramento airport. She said we could take her car. I'm sure she suspected that we didn't have a lot of money to pay for an extra tank of gas. I was a little nervous about driving to Sacramento with two little girls--the trip up wouldn't be so bad but returning home without an extra adult was going to be a little trickier. Yet, Sister Holsworth was my friend and I was happy to help out.
The appointed day came. Her car was unusual. It looked like a car but it had only one long bench seat with a covered cab in back. It was a mixture of a car and a truck. There were only three seat belts in the car and four passengers. This was before the very strict seat belt laws so I sat in the driver's seat, Heather was strapped into her car seat which was in the middle, and Sister Holsworth held Christie on her lap.
Soon after I entered Highway 5 I noticed the car seemed sluggish. I pushed down on the accelerator. Nothing happened. In fact, we started going even slower.
"Something's wrong, " I said. "We are losing power." I carefully pulled over to the shoulder of the road. As soon as I stopped, thick, dark smoke filled the cab. I literally could not see the other passengers in the car! Flames were shooting out of the hood. The car was on fire!
Sister Holsworth opened her door and pushed Christie off her lap. She fell in a heap on the ground and began crying. Meanwhile, I was trying to unbuckle Heather from her car seat. I was struggling to undo the latch as we were breathing in smoke. Sister Holsworth was finally able to free Heather and I grabbed her and exited the other door. Before our eyes her car was in flames. A truck driver going the opposite direction on Highway 5 stopped, ran across all the lanes of the freeway with a fire extinguisher in an attempt to put the fire out. It was too late. The car was a total loss.
After the CHP arrived, he placed us safely in his car and then called Ron at work to come and pick us up. Sister Holsworth never did make it to the airport that day. I don't know if she ever found out why her car suddenly caught on fire either. The situation caused a few nightmares, but I was extremely grateful that we were all safe. I was also very grateful that Sister Holsworth--with her arthritic hands was able to get Heather out of her car seat when my own nerves made it practically impossible.
And so in the Spirit of Thanksgiving--thank you, Sister Holsworth. Wherever you are.
We had Sister Holsworth over for dinner occasionally. We sat near her at church. At least twice we had her over for our Christmas Eve festivities--a special dinner and acting out the nativity. We were not only neighbors, but became good friends.
When Heather was about a year old and Christie was about five, Sister Holsworth asked me to drive her to the Sacramento airport. She said we could take her car. I'm sure she suspected that we didn't have a lot of money to pay for an extra tank of gas. I was a little nervous about driving to Sacramento with two little girls--the trip up wouldn't be so bad but returning home without an extra adult was going to be a little trickier. Yet, Sister Holsworth was my friend and I was happy to help out.
The appointed day came. Her car was unusual. It looked like a car but it had only one long bench seat with a covered cab in back. It was a mixture of a car and a truck. There were only three seat belts in the car and four passengers. This was before the very strict seat belt laws so I sat in the driver's seat, Heather was strapped into her car seat which was in the middle, and Sister Holsworth held Christie on her lap.
Soon after I entered Highway 5 I noticed the car seemed sluggish. I pushed down on the accelerator. Nothing happened. In fact, we started going even slower.
"Something's wrong, " I said. "We are losing power." I carefully pulled over to the shoulder of the road. As soon as I stopped, thick, dark smoke filled the cab. I literally could not see the other passengers in the car! Flames were shooting out of the hood. The car was on fire!
Sister Holsworth opened her door and pushed Christie off her lap. She fell in a heap on the ground and began crying. Meanwhile, I was trying to unbuckle Heather from her car seat. I was struggling to undo the latch as we were breathing in smoke. Sister Holsworth was finally able to free Heather and I grabbed her and exited the other door. Before our eyes her car was in flames. A truck driver going the opposite direction on Highway 5 stopped, ran across all the lanes of the freeway with a fire extinguisher in an attempt to put the fire out. It was too late. The car was a total loss.
After the CHP arrived, he placed us safely in his car and then called Ron at work to come and pick us up. Sister Holsworth never did make it to the airport that day. I don't know if she ever found out why her car suddenly caught on fire either. The situation caused a few nightmares, but I was extremely grateful that we were all safe. I was also very grateful that Sister Holsworth--with her arthritic hands was able to get Heather out of her car seat when my own nerves made it practically impossible.
And so in the Spirit of Thanksgiving--thank you, Sister Holsworth. Wherever you are.
Monday, November 15, 2010
White Hair is Not a Requirement
Last Friday morning I woke up at 3:20 am because I wanted to--not because I had insomnia. After getting ready for the day I was out the door by 4:35 am. I met up with my mom and Jack and we then got in their car to drive to the Oakland Temple. It was my first day of being a set apart temple volunteer and I was excited!
After the short, but interesting preparation meeting, I was given a short orientation and then my assignment began. My main duty is to help welcome men and women to the temple and answer any questions they might have. I actually had quite a few questions asked. I hope I answered them all correctly!
I have always enjoyed attending the temple and one reason is how friendly and kind everyone is. Now I am one of those temple workers! I am following in the footsteps of my mother, my mother-in-law, and my aunt. I am so glad I have this opportunity to serve in the temple.
P.S. White hair is not a requirement!
After the short, but interesting preparation meeting, I was given a short orientation and then my assignment began. My main duty is to help welcome men and women to the temple and answer any questions they might have. I actually had quite a few questions asked. I hope I answered them all correctly!
I have always enjoyed attending the temple and one reason is how friendly and kind everyone is. Now I am one of those temple workers! I am following in the footsteps of my mother, my mother-in-law, and my aunt. I am so glad I have this opportunity to serve in the temple.
P.S. White hair is not a requirement!
Friday, November 12, 2010
A Tale of Early Morning Seminary
Tuesday night I was in the church kitchen cleaning up after our ward's Young Women Evening in Excellence. It had been a wonderful father-daughter night of "fine dining," dancing, and a very entertaining skit but I was tired and ready to go home.
Suddenly, two young men burst through the kitchen doors. They were probably in search of "free food." They saw me and their eyes lit up.
"We hear you are going to teach our seminary class next week!" one of them said.
"Yes, I am. I get to teach your class four times next week!" I replied.
"Cool! We're so excited!" the other one replied.
I just grinned ear to ear. That made me feel so good! As the "new kid on the block" in this ward, I am trying so hard to get to know the adults and the youth. I'm glad that I've made a favorable impression on at least a couple of kids.
Now, let's back up a few weeks to see how this all started....
Sunday, October 17
We had Daniel, Shauna and their two daughters over for dinner. The phone was ringing off the hook that evening--an unusual occurrence in our home right now. The phone rang again. It was for me. A Brother Dickson from the High Counsel wanted to meet with me that evening. I had just been called to serve as the ward Young Women secretary a week earlier so I wondered what it could be about. Since Daniel is on the High Counsel, I asked him what Brother Dickson's assignment was .
He answered, "There are two Brother Dickson's on the High Counsel. One is over Facilities and one is over Seminary. It's highly unlikely that you are going to be called to work in Facilities."
I was shocked. The school and seminary year had already started. Why would they need a new seminary teacher?
About two hours later, Ron and I sat across the table from Brother Dickson as he called me to serve as an "on-call substitute teacher." I could end up subbing for any of the four classes in our building. Of course I said, "Yes." I was excited, but a little nervous, too. He asked me to call the seminary principal the next day and let her know I accepted.
The following day I called a very nice woman and she told me how grateful she was that I said "yes." Then she asked me to substitute for her on Election Day because she is a poll worker and four more days in November when she and her husband would be going out of town.
She then told me, "I have a very challenging class. But, maybe they'll be OK for you."
Great. She has a challenging class. I don't know many of the youth. How would they treat an unknown person? Now I was really nervous.
I spoke to the Mia Maid Counselor in my ward and asked about the young woman this age.
"Oh," she said. "You have some real challenges in this age group."
Now, I was really scared!
I carefully prepared my lesson, said a lot of prayers, and hoped for the best.
Tuesday, November 2.
I tossed and turned all night--dreading the morning. I woke up at 1:00 am but was finally able to go back to sleep. When I woke up at 2:00 am, I laid awake until it was time to get out of bed at 5:00. My stomach was churning. I really, really wondered how it was going to go.
Before leaving for church, I read a chapter in the Book of Mormon to help put me in the right spirit and said my prayers. Then, it was time to face this "challenging class."
As each student arrived, I greeted them, asked them their name and which high school and ward they attended. We started a little late because of the late drifters. After the devotional, I opened up with a story about Lucy Mack Smith praying with a group of saints that the ice would break so they could travel on a barge down a frozen canal from New York to Ohio. If there is one thing I am good at, it's telling a story. They listened to me.
The rest of the morning flew by. Before I knew it, it was time for the closing prayer. As they filed out they said things like "We learned something today!" "Thanks for being our teacher!"
It was the positive reinforcement I needed.
But the cherry on the top was definitely a week later when two freshman boys told me they were excited about me teaching seminary the following week. I hope I don't let them down! And I am so grateful that prayers were answered and I was given divine help.
Suddenly, two young men burst through the kitchen doors. They were probably in search of "free food." They saw me and their eyes lit up.
"We hear you are going to teach our seminary class next week!" one of them said.
"Yes, I am. I get to teach your class four times next week!" I replied.
"Cool! We're so excited!" the other one replied.
I just grinned ear to ear. That made me feel so good! As the "new kid on the block" in this ward, I am trying so hard to get to know the adults and the youth. I'm glad that I've made a favorable impression on at least a couple of kids.
Now, let's back up a few weeks to see how this all started....
Sunday, October 17
We had Daniel, Shauna and their two daughters over for dinner. The phone was ringing off the hook that evening--an unusual occurrence in our home right now. The phone rang again. It was for me. A Brother Dickson from the High Counsel wanted to meet with me that evening. I had just been called to serve as the ward Young Women secretary a week earlier so I wondered what it could be about. Since Daniel is on the High Counsel, I asked him what Brother Dickson's assignment was .
He answered, "There are two Brother Dickson's on the High Counsel. One is over Facilities and one is over Seminary. It's highly unlikely that you are going to be called to work in Facilities."
I was shocked. The school and seminary year had already started. Why would they need a new seminary teacher?
About two hours later, Ron and I sat across the table from Brother Dickson as he called me to serve as an "on-call substitute teacher." I could end up subbing for any of the four classes in our building. Of course I said, "Yes." I was excited, but a little nervous, too. He asked me to call the seminary principal the next day and let her know I accepted.
The following day I called a very nice woman and she told me how grateful she was that I said "yes." Then she asked me to substitute for her on Election Day because she is a poll worker and four more days in November when she and her husband would be going out of town.
She then told me, "I have a very challenging class. But, maybe they'll be OK for you."
Great. She has a challenging class. I don't know many of the youth. How would they treat an unknown person? Now I was really nervous.
I spoke to the Mia Maid Counselor in my ward and asked about the young woman this age.
"Oh," she said. "You have some real challenges in this age group."
Now, I was really scared!
I carefully prepared my lesson, said a lot of prayers, and hoped for the best.
Tuesday, November 2.
I tossed and turned all night--dreading the morning. I woke up at 1:00 am but was finally able to go back to sleep. When I woke up at 2:00 am, I laid awake until it was time to get out of bed at 5:00. My stomach was churning. I really, really wondered how it was going to go.
Before leaving for church, I read a chapter in the Book of Mormon to help put me in the right spirit and said my prayers. Then, it was time to face this "challenging class."
As each student arrived, I greeted them, asked them their name and which high school and ward they attended. We started a little late because of the late drifters. After the devotional, I opened up with a story about Lucy Mack Smith praying with a group of saints that the ice would break so they could travel on a barge down a frozen canal from New York to Ohio. If there is one thing I am good at, it's telling a story. They listened to me.
The rest of the morning flew by. Before I knew it, it was time for the closing prayer. As they filed out they said things like "We learned something today!" "Thanks for being our teacher!"
It was the positive reinforcement I needed.
But the cherry on the top was definitely a week later when two freshman boys told me they were excited about me teaching seminary the following week. I hope I don't let them down! And I am so grateful that prayers were answered and I was given divine help.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Traditions! Traditions!
What does it mean when you take a corn dog..
and add French Fries....
Add a tossed Green Salad....
And a lovely Green Jell-O salad....
And a delicious dessert?
It adds up to Emily's traditional Birthday Dinner.
Emily has chosen this SAME birthday dinner since she was three. She could choose anything she wants and she always chooses corn dogs, french fries, green salad, AND Green Jell-O.
Yum! Yum!
and add French Fries....
Add a tossed Green Salad....
And a lovely Green Jell-O salad....
And a delicious dessert?
It adds up to Emily's traditional Birthday Dinner.
Emily has chosen this SAME birthday dinner since she was three. She could choose anything she wants and she always chooses corn dogs, french fries, green salad, AND Green Jell-O.
Yum! Yum!
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