Sunday, December 30, 2007
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nNJg-gicPTQ&feature=related 4 min. the last 15 seconds is really cool!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IydArFYvvak&feature=related 31 seconds
Here is Andre Watts on Mr. Rogers. Mr. Rogers is geeking out too.
I lost my link list when I changed formats. I'll have to start a whole new one.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
I must say that it is amazing how the Lord takes care of us though. I guess I shouldn't be too embarrassed to admit how poor we are (especially since most of my friends already know that). Yes, I have to count pennies like crazy. I went to the grocery store on Friday and I only got the essentials. I spent $35, because I knew our checking account couldn't take anymore than that. I'm used to being poor. It's not fun, but there are worse things. Anyway, apparently we are poor enough that the bishopric noticed and brought us several large boxes of groceries. More food than I would buy in two normal grocery trips (I usually spend way more than $35, as you can imagine). They even brought us diapers and laundry detergent. Well, this turned out to be timely and much appreciated because not only does it help out monetarily, but I won't have to grocery shop for a couple of weeks. That's something that I'm pretty sure I'm not up to physically at the moment. I also have a wonderful neighbor friend that made dinner for my family last night. I really do have a lot to be thankful for!
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
However, I promise you that it sounds about 100 times more pathetic than it actually is!! My bronchitis (yes a doctor finally named what I've had for the past month and a half) seems to be clearing up a bit. The pregnancy it totally good. Other than feeling chubby, I don't feel pregnant at all. I haven't even been all that tired this time, and I'll hit my second trimester officially sometime next week.
As for the cracked rib, it was little more than an annoyance until I went to choir practice over the weekend and tried to sing for a couple of hours. Apparently singing with a cracked rib is a very bad idea! All that expanding of the rib cage with the diaphragm and all of that... I REALLY made if worse. However, I think it is slowly going back to the "little more than an annoyance" stage. It hurts, but I'm managing. The only bad thing is that I have to lay off of the running for a while. URGH! I actually woke up at 4:30 this morning with no alarm clock. (Today is one of my usual days to meet the group to run when I get up at 4:30). Stupidly, I came down here and started farting around on the computer. -okay add sneezing to the list of things that hurt- It's now almost time for me to be getting the kids up for school. So, I'll be tired for no good reason today.
Anyway, I promise, I really am not as bad off as it sounds. Maybe I should just delete this whole stupid post. This is NOT NOT NOT a cry for pitty! I'm really alright. Mostly.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Here he is this morning having some pancakes with syrup. (Note the empty syrup bottle and the syrup all over him, the table, chair & floor).
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
For a background on this refer to the following:
Saturday, December 01, 2007
And here he is with his cool friend Devon. The two black belts with their matching uniforms and cars. This picture cracks me up! They are so cool! He has recently started back with his Tae Kwon Do. He takes the three older kids to classes and stays to teach. He also enjoys going on the grown up fight night, or whatever that is. He thoroughly enjoys beating each others' heads in with his buddies.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
I have to admit that these pictures aren't exactly 8, 16, and 32, but as I don't want to spend forever digging out pictures (I've already spent more time on this than I should have), these will have to be close enough. I added the caption to the youngest picture because it cracks me up. I don't know who wrote it, my Grandma maybe, but I don't think she meant it to end up in my hands. Yes, I'm the one pulling the face.
Monday, November 19, 2007
(This was not taken today, but if you only knew how often she kisses him like this! Eww!)
Friday, November 16, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
I've always found these dreams to be neat, but until recently, I hadn't given them much thought. After I had one of these dreams, about a month ago, I wondered to myself if my subconscious, or maybe even the Lord, is trying to tell me something. What could these rooms mean? Here is my interpretation: I think the rooms are facets of myself, personality traits, undiscovered talents, or characteristics that I haven't developed yet. I think it means that my potential is very far from reached at this point, heck endless. I also think that this could apply to anyone, not just me. We are God's children, and as such, our potential is limitless. So, I started wondering what I need to do to open these rooms. How can I become the person I was created to become?
Well, strangely enough, or maybe not so strangely, I had the dream again, only for the first time in my life, it was a bit different. When I opened the doors to my undiscovered rooms, (I don't know if it means anything but Amy might get a kick out of it, Amy and Sister Faust were there and they helped me open the initial door -this one was hard to open-) anyway the rooms were each occupied by some sort of bum - vagrants in each one of my rooms. I had to ask them to leave, kick them out before I could use my rooms. They were not too nice of bums either. They were not happy to leave, and I had some trouble getting rid of them. I remember explaining to one of them that I was having a new baby and I needed the extra room for my growing family.
So, what does this twist mean? I think it means that I have flaws that I need to get rid of, bad habits, meannesses, unChristlike qualities that are standing in the way of me reaching my true potential. How interesting that this twist had never occurred until I started wondering about the meaning of my dreams and I started to ask myself how to access these "rooms."
Utter hogwash? Maybe, but I think it does make for something interesting to think about. Actually it is true that we all have unimaginable potential. Every one of us. So no, I don't think it is hogwash. What do you think. Please, I am interested in your opinions.
Okay, I won't complain anymore. I am going to be thankful that I am not one of those hyper-emisis pregnant women. In general, I do pregnancy fairly easily. And what a blessing that is. I think I'd go insane otherwise. No more complaints. "I feel good, I feel great, I feel wonderful."
Thursday, November 08, 2007
I was having a bit of a pitty party for myself. I'm having a not-so-good week. I started off Monday with the flu and have felt bad all week. Finally today, I was feeling better. Mark was home from school, though with a sore throat. After looking into his throat, I was suspicious of strep. I took him in, and sure enough, he has strep throat. I had the doctor look in all of the other kids' mouths and mine. Everyone was fine except me. I've got it too.
Anyway, I threw this together and it cheered me up.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
When Lydia was about 1 1/2 - 2 years old (she had the most amazing vocabulary really early on) I was shopping at Walmart with her. I was pregnant with Ross, and as pregnant women tend to get, I was ... well a bit gassy. Okay, there I said it. Yes, I passed gas in a crowded aisle in Walmart, but I really couldn't help it. Go ahead, say I'm disgusting and you never want to be around me again. I'm sorry! Anyway, apparently Lydia noticed. She started yelling at the top of her lungs "MOMMY TOOTED! MOMMY TOOTED!" over and over and over again. I was rather embarrassed.
Lydia Nearly Ruins The Ward Christmas Party For Someone:
Fast forward to when Lydia was about 2 1/2. She was mostly potty trained. All but an occasional accident. I took Lydia and Ross with me to homemaking meeting at church. As the next night was the ward Christmas party, we just left the up the tables that we had used in the gym. When I got home, I was getting the children ready for bed and I noticed that Lydia had poop marks in her panties. After some prying, I got it out of her that she had crawled under one of the tables is the gym, done her business, and then emptied the contents onto the floor under the table. Eeuw gross! I was picturing someone putting their unexpectant foot into it the next night at the Christmas party. Lucky for me (not so much for Mom) my mother is the janitor at the ward building, and she usually cleans on Fridays. I called her and asked her to check under the tables the next day. Sure enough, grandma got to clean up the mess.
I was pregnant (boy, I do spend a lot of my time that way!) with Lydia. We were at a family gathering at Bruce's grandparents' house. His whole family was rather crammed into a smallish area. Grandma Imogene (really a wonderful, but alas, sometimes a bit tactless woman- I do really think she's great!) comes up to me. She lifts my arms and examines my chest. "My, your breasts are getting bigger!" Yelling across the room- "Hey Marilou, aren't her breasts getting bigger!" Thank you grandma, I needed that. I makes a good story though.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
We all thought it was funny that this car (the Coroner) was driving around at the race. I think he was one of the race officials.
Here's the flying nun and I waiting to run.
Miss Ashley kicked some major booty. She ran first and put us into second place. It didn't last forever though. (Eventually I had to run -ha ha!)
Bruce says this is a horrible picture. Here we are hanging out in the van while someone else is running.
but this is "Killer Hill." He's actually going up it. Steep, and long
That's about what I felt like. (It was my last leg.)
Monday, October 15, 2007
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Saturday, October 06, 2007
There was a large corn maze there. I let the group of kids that I was with do all of the navigation, so we were the last group out. All of the other kids in the class were at the end waiting for us to come out. They all cheered and ran up the path to greet/hug us when we came out as if they were glad that we were still alive. It was cute.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Sunday, September 30, 2007
This is Justice's current favorite book. It's Bearenstain Bear's -however you spell that- "Bears in the Night"(He only has about 3 books that he will sit still and listen to, so we read those 3 a lot!) Every time we get to this page, he says "Chloe!" Can you guess why?