Monday, July 27, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
The last thing he remembers is a book hurtling straight at his forehead entitled, "You and the No-Sugar Diet: How to NONVIOLENTLY Deal with Feelings of Krispy Kreme Deprivation."
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Thursday, July 09, 2009
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
So! I've been on pins and needles awaiting our phone bill (I'll tell you why in a minute) ever since we had our much anticipated and subsequently very wonderful(!!!) Mother's Day phone call with Elder Sean. On Mother's Day and at the appointed time, eight of us smushed together around the computer to use this nifty bit of technology called Skype with which we were going to inundate Sean with all sorts of questions and nonsense.
Skype didn't work.
We used the super-archaic and old-fashioned method of calling: a cordless phone.
Darn. The recorded message stated that, (pinch your nose and say this aloud to get the full effect): "Due to fraudulent activity, all phone service has been discontinued in this country." WHAT? Didn't those frauds(!) know that my boy was sitting on the edge of his silla biting his lip knowing that during this phone call his mom would ask about the possibility of him having parasites, which would explain the cause of his 40+ pound weight loss, and him knowing that since he considered himself quite honest and truthful, would reluctantly have to reply, yes--yes I do have parasites??? Who do those frauds think they are anyway?
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Dave decided to take matters into his own hands and manfully dialed the operator, then tearfully
pleaded/begged/groveled/prostrated himself on the ground asked for assistance from her in placing this phone call so that his wife wouldn't totally lose her mind and go all ballistic on him, working herself into a frenzy and then blaming him for single-handedly causing every single one of the world's ills, including global warming, and then accusing him of orchestrating the bankruptcy of GM making her part owner of a ginormous failing company THAT SHE COULD NOT BE EXPECTED TO KNOW HOW TO MANAGE IN ONLY TWO-WEEK'S TIME SINCE SHE TOOK PARTIAL OWNERSHIP! (I'm still a bit uptight about my exact role in that management; do I get to do PR? HR? R&D?)
As luck would have it (yes!), we got through to Sean with the operator's nasal-y help, and had a sweet and wonderful phone visit with our missionary. He sounded so content, mature, happy, self-assured, relaxed, and super-cute. Yes, I could tell just from his voice intonations that he was looking super-cute that day. The phone call was perfect.
A few days after that phone call I was sitting behind one of those very intimidating and not-of-this-world contraptions in my eye doctor's office. You know, those beasty things, right? The doctor and I were chatting pleasantly about anything, anything to lessen the awkwardness of the half-darkened-room and the crazy machine perched on my nose, when we started discussing my Mother's Day phone call. I explained the hoops we had to jump through to finally speak with Sean, using the operator in the end. The good doctor laughed a little to himself and then said that he had the very same situation a few years prior with his son who was serving in Ecuador. Without blinking an eye, he said that that particular conversation cost him $450 Americano-minted legal tender dollars!!!
This is a bit off-subject, but just out of curiosity, by a show of hands, how many of you knew that you could come within a breath of taking an eye out if you jerk your head very suddenly (as if you had just received some seriously shocking news) while pressing your face up against one of those eye machines. Betcha didn't know that. The rest of my eye appointment was a total blur--in more ways than one.
Whoa! I almost forgot what I dragged you through all of the previous muck for: the phone bill. I am happy to report that the call to our wonderful Sean only cost a mere $22 and some change. But even at $450 it still would have been so worth every single penny.
Friday, July 03, 2009
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
Christian had the awesome opportunity of going on Trek with about 450 of his closest friends. NOTE: I think "Trek" could be defined as one of the most unbelievably arduous, taxing, hot, cold, wet, exhausting, bug-filled three-day experience a youth could ever LOVE. And Christian did love it. I am so proud of my boy; he pulled his weight, was so helpful, so kind, and so reliable. His ma and pa said so. And they should know because they were with him morning, noon and night for those three days . And bless, bless, bless their hearts . . . because I sure couldn't have survived this. What? Are you kidding me? No, no. Not the part about being with Christian for three days--that I would be the first in line for. No, that other part. About no indoor plumbing and all that jazz. Yeah, that's the part. Anyway, isn't he such a darling pi-O-neer?!!!