Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Do Ya Think Somebody Is Just a Smidge Excited For Halloween?

Wait.  I don't remember posing for this . . . 

I've got my arsenal all set.  Let the ding-donging begin!
(No, that is not a commentary on me and my brain; I already know I'm sorta ding-donged.)

The scary truth of the matter is that I bought these candy bars waaaayyyy back in September; I didn't want to get caught without candy-o-plenty.  Our neighborhood is chock full of hardcore trick or treaters, that's for sure.

Dave, on the other hand was all about sharp, pointy objects and matches and fire and eventually chucking Messrs. Jack, and O, and Lantern over the balcony.  (Pics to come!)


Monday, October 29, 2012

The First Day of School or, The Day I Realized That I Was Dead Wrong

I was never one of those mothers who kept a wistful and concerned and loving look on her face as she sent her little kids off to the first day of school and then once the school bus was out of sight, turned to her fellow mother friends and did high fives and fist bumps and then planned the day's epic shopping spree.  No, that was not me.  

I was the mom who kept a stiff upper lip and an encouraging smile on my face as I sent my little kids off on that bus, and then once the bus was out of sight, turned to my fellow mom friends and collapsed into a mess-o-tears with an instant feeling of nausea and then asking, "Why me?  Lord in heaven, why me???"  

I simply love having my kids home with me.

I thought I was pretty much done with all of that, especially after sending Christian off on his mission and all.  Boy was I wrong.  Dead wrong.

This little man had his first day of preschool today.  Anybody got a shoulder I could cry on?

My best wishes and good luck to Ash if she happened to inherit my sappy and sentimental genes; Jordan, you too.  Keep a stiff upper lip there . . . .

Thursday, October 25, 2012


I woke up to this today (boo!):

On the other hand, I also w0ke up to this (yay!):
I loooooooove blue skies and sunshine!

After trolling through Facebook, I see that I am rather late to the party with this breaking news about our snow--sheesh, people are quick-draw-mcgraws with their cameras this morning!

Monday, October 22, 2012

Wiping My Brow, Heaving a Sigh of Relief, and Saying a Prayer of Thanks--Again!

According to this report, Honduras has just received the distinct and auspicious honor of being declared the most dangerous country in which to live.  In the whole wide world.  THE most dangerous.  IN THE WORLD. 

Can I just state the obvious and say that I am beyond grateful to my Father up above for the safe return of this handsome, wonderful, extraordinary, and unbelievably talented young man?!!!  I mean, seriously!

*In one of the online comments accompanying this report:  "I live in Detroit; Honduras is a step up."  

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Leave It To . . .

Leave it to my sister-in-law Beth to put on one of the most rootin' tootin'-est birthday parties I have ever had the pleasure of attending!  She used the theme of cars since her husband (and my brother) Gwyl, the birthday boy, is a die-hard Hot Wheels aficionado with a collection of cars any little kid would faint over.  

Beth had racing flags, official race participant credential lanyards, booths for games, a redemption table busting with toys, and she even arranged to have one of Gwyl's fellow Hot Wheels buddies bring his restored car to the festivities for photo ops.  This girl can do up a bash, and how!

This was an unbelievable hoohah!

Have you ever experienced that feeling where you sense that there are eyes watching you?  Yeah, well . . . 

Congratulations, it's a boy!  
(Original birth card)

These darling children bequeathed me with boxes of beautiful flowers, rocks, nuts, and leaves.  Over.  And over.  And over.  The little painted princess on the right is holding one of their offerings :)

Looks like Gwyl is now fully stocked up on the necessities for the "mature" set.

Who are these hooligans?  Anybody know these people?


Grandma Beth wasn't paying Paige enough attention, and she ended up with a lap full of water.

The Brady Bunch: The Later Years.

Our gorgeous ride through Sardine Canyon on the way home from the big bash.  Oh, my.

Hey!  How about taking June, Wally and The Beave out for a spin?  
That would be swell!

And finally, check out how the fiercely fought Hot Wheels race went down!

Epilogue:  This was billed as a surprise party for Gwyl, and as the story was told to me, an older man who had been invited to the party approached Gwyl at church about a week before the big shindig and said something along the lines of, "So!  I hear there is a surprise birthday party for you coming up?!"  Uhhhh.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

The Osmonds of Sweden!

It is a small, small world, guys! (Ooh, work really hard not to get that song stuck in your head, although sadly it is now too late for me.) 

Christian just landed in a new area in Sweden, and he has already met these 1980s heartthrobs!  To prove even further that that whole "six degrees of separation" deal is really only about two degrees of separation, the parents of these three boys now live merely two streets away from us and attend our local church congregation!  Killer, huh!  The parents told us that their boys won the Eurovision Song Contest* in 1984 and toured around Europe and Russia.  The group broke up when the oldest brother decided to serve an LDS mission.  They still live in Sweden and two have been bishops and one is now the institute director for the LDS Church in Christian's new area.  

Gee, you just gotta love that very distinctive 1980s look.  The gold boots are simply the cherry on the top!

                            This is the English version:


This is the Swedish version:


*Other artists whose careers were launched by the Eurovision Song Contest are ABBA and Celine Dion which just goes to show that this is pretty legit.  I mean, ABBA!  Mama mia, guys!  

Sunday, October 14, 2012

A Poignant Reminder For Me

This video is directed squarely at me, giving me a nudge and a push to think of how I can make a difference in even one person's life.  I really loved this.  If you have a couple of minutes to spare, please watch it.  


Tuesday, October 09, 2012

F.R.I.D.A.Y. and "The Jeffersons"

Well we're movin on up,
To the east side.
To a deluxe apartment in the sky.
Movin on up,
To the east side.
We finally got a piece of the pie.

For those of you who lurk on Nick at Nite and may be familiar with that old sitcom, "The Jeffersons," you'll probably recognize these lyrics as coming from its theme song, and you'll probably hate me now because you won't be able to get that blasted song out of your head.  It's one of those songs that once it goes in one ear, it does NOT go out the other.  So, my sincere apologies.

Anyway!  I'm going to challenge ya'll to see if you can spot something* in this pic that would cause that blasted song to be running through my brain throughout our entire dinner.  Look.  Look hard.  Look really hard.  And, for those of you who have absolutely no idea in heaven what I'm gunning for here, well, you guys can focus on how perfectly we posed ourselves with the exact precision of synchronized swimmers.  Except for Aldolpho.  He was being a bit of a whiner and refused to comply.  Sometimes he can be such a drag.

What do you suppose the "Flavor-of-the-Day:  each" tastes like?  None of us tried it so we certainly could not say.  

*Helpful hint:  What was George Jefferson's nickname for his wife?

Friday, October 05, 2012

I Say, Old Chap! What a Splendid Surprise!

What I have to share today will be especially meaningful to those of you who, like me, have exquisite taste in television viewing, as in, WE LOVE DOWNTON ABBEY SO MUCH WE WANT TO MARRY IT!  Ha!

I found a little somethin' somethin' on my front porch yesterday morning from a very thoughtful friend who knows me well and who had recently traveled to England with her husband.  They managed to get fairly close to Highclere Castle (Downton Abbey), but were unfortunately, ahem, "escorted" off of the property by a caretaker who said that the castle was closed until next year.  Boo.   This is her awesome photo.  Lucky duck.

So, what did I find on my front porch?  For me?  For little ol' me who loves Downton Abbey to pieces and who also loves to read, read, and read some more quite to the point of letting it interfere with my beauty sleep?  

I know, right?!

Season three of Downton Abbey is currently airing in the U.K. and is not scheduled to air in the U.S. until January, 2013, but a couple of those episodes have somehow made their way across the pond.  I have yet to give in to the incredible temptation to indulge simply because once those flood gates are opened, I know I'll be wanting the entire ocean to wash over me and cause me to drown in my little soap-opera-posing-as-sophisticated-British-storytelling heaven.  What to do?  What to do?   Until then . . .