Monday, January 25, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
This has been a week of food stuff (or shall I say "weak"). I had the Big Mac Wrap, then, I saw these little bottles of soda at the Target. I had to try them! Not only was the packaging appealing, but they are made with real sugar. I guess the stuff they use now isn't real sugar? But is still rots your teeth? Must be some sort of syrup stuff they use now. Anyway, they were delicious. I'm not much of a Pepsi fan, but I do love the Dew. These "Throwback" versions of the soda are better than what they have now. They're more refreshing and don't coat your mouth. I had fun with these. Yes, that's the kind of week I'm having. . .
Then, the dog nuts. I found a recipe for baked chocolate donuts in the newspaper. I was so excited to try them. You know how I can't pass up a donut. Well, I guess there is a donut I can pass up. They turned out terrible! I don't know if the recipe was wrong, or if I just screwed up (it's been known to happen in my culinary career). Needless to say, the yeast didn't work, and they had too much flour. As I was kneading the dough, I thought it was a little stiff. . . At least the glaze was delicious. I was making them for YW, and ended up having to stop at the store to buy cupcakes. The donuts are now sitting at the bottom of my trash can, where they clunked, rather loudly I must say, this morning as I was cleaning my kitchen. Hansel and Gretle showed up at my house. Actually, they just sent Abby to blaze the trail. It's another food-related cats-ass-trophy that happened at my house this week. I've often wondered what is happening when children decide to make disastrous messes. You know, like where the heck were the parents while the child painted the inside of the garage, or dipped the cat in gasoline, etc. You see, I have yet to have a child who does this sort of thing. Maybe it's because we've always lived in a small house? Or my children are too lazy to make big messes? Who knows. As you can tell, it's not like I was napping or anything. Check out the running shoes! I'd just finished on the treadmill and was changing a load of laundry when the pancake mix poofed all over my bedroom floor.
Monday, January 18, 2010
This photo was taken at the E. Richards Hall dorm at good old Heritage Halls back in my BYU days. Looks like I was trying to impress the gents. Hmmmm. Didn't date as much as I would have liked in those days. Although a few brave boys DID ask me out. Why?? I sent this picture to Neal while he was on his mission. Makes me wonder why he told me when he was coming home. You'd think he'd want to disapear and hope I never noticed the 2 years was up. I can imagine the thoughts and conversations when he saw that picture. "Elder Peton! You DATED this girl?! Hope she isn't waiting for you!"We went sledding with the Youth on Saturday. Back when I was a kid, if you wanted to go sledding, you walked to Suicide Hill at Orchard Elementary. Or, if you were REALLY wanting a good hill, you walked to Hunter Park. Sledding was something you could do after school, or for a few short hours on a Saturday.
Not in Oregon. It takes all day. We had to drive to Hoodoo, which is almost 2 hours away. It was really fun. Sarah had a blast. This was her first activity in YW. It was weird hearing, "Mom?" I'm not used to that when I'm in that element.
There were no major injuries to report, unlike the broken arm last year. Except Sarah DID do a major sprain job on her left pinkie and ring finger. But not while sledding. It was when we got back to the church and were loading stuff in the van. I kept telling her to tie her shoes. She kept ignoring me. She biffed it big time in the parking lot. It was hilarious and her hat went all skeewompus. But her fingers are black, blue and swollen now. I think she learned why it's important to tie our shoes. Poor girl is a South Paw, too, which makes it hard to write and flute and eat.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
So, we try not to.
Here's an example of what our post 10 pm pillow talk sounds like now that we live that creed. This is a sentence Neal said just minutes before he started snoring --
"That would be a room full of an awful lot of robots and crap."
Nothing serious after 10 pm.
The rest of the night was not so funny. Neal has a kink in his neck, so he's messed up the bed mojo by sleeping differently. I'm going mad. According to our scientific research conducted about 2 weeks ago, after 10 pm, I might add, I require 80 - 85% of the bed. When that sacred ratio is violated, I can't sleep and I get grouchy. So, last night I couldn't sleep and I am now extremely grouchy. I spent the night on the edge of the bed, with Neal breathing snoring breaths in my face all night. I thought about going to the couch, but I was too lazy.
This morning as I dropped Kate off at school, she made me laugh a gut laugh. As she darted out of the car, her backpack was hooked to her booster seat. The booster seat came out with her, and she drug it away with her for a few leaps and bounds until she realized what was happening. That was awesome! Thanks Kate. You never disappoint.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Yesterday, I was sleeping in a wee bit. The two oldest were in the front room playing Lego Indiana Jones on the Wii. I hear Kate going on and on about "The Holy of Holies." I thought to myself, "Wow. Where did she learn about that stuff? That's like Old Testament jot-and-tittles trivia!"
When I emerged from my lair, I found her playing the video game and realized how she learned about the Holy of Holies. From said video game. I was further disappointed when I realized she was really saying, "Holy of Bowlies." Nice. It's like Kate's realization, only a mere few months ago, that we're called "MORmons." Not "WARmons." She still messes up sometimes.
And a couple of weeks ago, I was ironing the husband's shirts. I had the tv on for a little company. That company was Ellen. Sarah was sitting on my bed, watching Ellen give cool stuff away to people. Sarah said, "So that must be why she's called "Ellen the Generous."
She really thought that. I still laugh.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
So, these past two weeks have been pretty intense. Ya gotcher Christmas happenings, a death, a really really long drive, a funeral, and visits to just about every person in my life that I love. Seriously. That's alotta stuff. It's been awesome and exhausting. Hence, the delicious cornflake-of-a-cold-sore. Blossomed just in time for me to speak at Grandma's funeral. Lovely.
Planning all this stuff created lots of "to-do's." Here are a few:
To wake up early Christmas morning with a phone call from my Mom, letting me know Grandma passed away. That was a whole bag of sad, relieved, happy, grateful, and an extra helping of sad.
To sit in my front room all by myself with only the lights of the Christmas tree, and cry and cry, and miss my grandma.
To know, a hard-core know, that I'll see her again, and smell her again, and hear her call me "Natie" again. All before dawn on Christmas morning. That's amazing.
To make the drive to Utah, yet again, and have a baby scream, and kick, and bang her head against the car seat, when we're nowhere NEAR our destination. She did not like the trip down to Utah.
30 Seconds later. . . .
To stop at the Wal-Mart in Ontario and blend perfectly with the circus. Imagine a hobo. That hobo is the world of Wal-Mart. The Wal-Mart in Ontario, Oregon is that hobo's armpit. It's a doozey. While there, Abby, who was still in pj's, by the way, puked all over herself while sitting in the Wal-Mart Subway sandwich shop. We'd already had 2 Kate barfs for the day. But Kate always pukes on trips, so that's nothing new. As we cleaned Abby off and changed her clothes, IN THE SUBWAY, I felt right at home with my fellow shoppers.To have roads that looked like this the entire way. Seriously. Half of the gorge, and all of the roads from Pendleton to Ontario, and every square mile we drove in Idaho, had nasty roads. Most of the first day we traveled was spent going 45 mph max.
To say, "screw it!" and honeymoon in Twin Falls, Idaho. It ended up being pretty fun.
To wake up the next morning and hit the road again. But, not without a little "pick-me-up" which I shared with Abby because if I didn't, she would freak. And I do everything she says.
To spend time with nieces and nephews. I love them so much. I miss them so much.
To spend a whole week with this hunky sledder.
To teach my kids how sledding is done. Look at baby Reese and her helmet situation. Love it! She looks really excited to be there, right? Reminds me of Randy.
To get to see baby Liam's baby blessing. He's the latest Hansen addition. Laurel is having a bit of a wardrobe malfunction. Looks like Addie is enjoying it.
To be stunned into shock and speachlessness when I saw my post-gastric-bypass mother. To be stunned again when I wrapped my arms around her and she felt like one of my children. Then, to be stunned yet again as the shock wore off and my mother looked like she always should have all these years. It's like she looks like herself more than ever. She's beautiful!
To enjoy Temple Square with my family. It's a special place.
To show my children where we were married. Only it was back in the olden days with the olive tree/bench seat and when you would have been run over by a car if you stood where Kate stands.
To chill with all of my siblings and parents. Here they are, in order of appearance. Only my Mom is older than my Dad by two years, so I guess it's not in order. Dad, Mom, Angie, Ryan, Natalie, Ginger, Laurel, Lindsey and Reese. Looks like Lindsey swallowed a baby!!
To watch the nieces and nephews adore and admire Bryant. Look at Sarah's face! I love that boy. Every time I took a picture, he made sure he was in it, doing something silly.
To be crying one moment, and laughing the next. I told them not to fall into the grave.
To have an awesome visit with Angie. She let us drop in at her house, she fed us good grub, and enjoyed every moment of it. I learned a lot from her this trip. I like the Dad man, too.
To be able to put my arms around some of my favorite people in the world. Angie is flanked by Sam and his Mom, Fontella. Love them!!
To take a picture of Laurel's face that says this: "Mmmmm! Look at that male stripper that just walked out of the hearse!" And look at Bry! There he is again!
To try and hide the cold sore behind a flower.
To laugh some more. Those boys. . .
To have a mini-baby sit awkwardly on your neck and lick your bald head. Salty!
To stop in Caldwell on the way home to visit another grandparent's grave and shed a few more tears.
It's good to be home.