October 31, 2007
Happy Halloween!
It is almost time to get the girls ready for Trick or Treating. And where is Dad?? Malaysia! Just how am I supposed to take the girls out, and stay home to hand out the candy. Taking the girls is Dad's job, and I stay home and try to get something done while I answer the door! Guess it is time for my split personality to come out tonight! I usually try to keep her hidden.
Oops, the dryer is buzzing, back in a minute.....
I'm back! Aren't you happy!
Well, I finally got Shyla's birthday stuff in the mail...hope it gets there.
Things at the dance studio are heating up with some of the costuming for competition coming in and needing altering, and some made here at home. I got the duet one for Cooper done, and she performed last weekend. It looked GREAT, even if I do say so myself. I have a month of my time involved in that costume. Now is it on to Cymbre and Megan's duet costumes, and then Super Cali production.
My elbow is all swollen up today...haven't figured out what I did. It has been hurting me for about a week, but today it is swollen. Maybe it was all the pushing I did making covered buttons for the Happy Feet tuxedos today. Probably strained something.
OK, Is EVERYBODY PAYING ATTENTION??
I bought myself the new Danielle Steel DVD - Safe Harbour today. So no one get it for Christmas for me.
Have you ever wondered what it must be like to be a candy bar on Halloween. Can you just imagine getting a great place on the top of the treat bowl. Waiting all day for it to finally be time for the kids to get dressed in costumes, and then the anticipation builds as it starts to get dark! Then it happens, the doorbell rings. Mom picks up the bowl...you wait to be picked, and WHAT!!! Mom picks up the snickers bar instead!!! You are just the Milky Way sitting there. It was your turn! You can't believe that Mom actually picked up the Snickers. That little ghost really wanted you....you just know it! Now the wait begins again. This time it's Super Man at the door, and he want's M & M's. You just can't believe it...you think about burying yourself deeper in the bowl. You ponder just attaching yourself to the next candy bar Mom picks up.....kind of like hitch hiking! However, you have no caramel leaking out of your package, so there isn't anything sticky to use to stick yourself to the other candy bar. Now you are determined to make it out of the candy bowl at some point tonight.....please let it not be DAD who eats you! How embarrasing would that be to not even make it out of the house on Halloween? Would you be able to face the other candy bars in the morning....would they see your poor lifeless wrapper laying on the top of the trash? Would your friends call 911 or whatever candy bars call to revive you? You wait, you hear the door, it's a goblin of some sort. You don't even care, to feel the bowl being picked up, and HURRAY!!! IT'S YOU! Into the bottom of the trick or treat bag you go. There you find some other candy. There's Smarties, Milk Duds, Heath Bars, Twislers, M & M's and a Snickers. Just as you are getting adjusted to your new enviornment, a popcorn ball hits you on the head! Wonderful! Now you try to find a more comfortable place than under the popcorn ball. You finally wiggle enough to find yourself next to the snickering Snickers. What's so funny you ask? The Snickers replies that his cousin was in the package with you and was picked up in the bag before you were. He just thinks it's funny that the Snickers made it out first. You bound along in the bag quite happily all evening until you get home. The little goblin promptly dumps you out on the floor. There everyone in the bag is inspected by Mom. Then back in the bag you go waiting until your turn to be eaten. I just think the life of a candy bar on Halloween would be a bit boring don't you? What would happen if you were Mom's favorite candy bar, or if the family dog got ahold of you?
Back later....have to go play Dad for a while.
Back again....I drove the car. I know I am lazy, but my elbow is killing me!!
We managed to not get "booed" this year. Last year, we got it like 15 times. Dad finally said that was enough...we weren't buying any more candy.
I will be glad when Dad comes home again....this not sleeping much is beginning to be bad. I can only run for so long before the headaches begin....tonight I will be taking my pill. Maybe it will help the elbow problem too.
Well, I hope that ya'll had a fun Halloween. I bet Caleb was a Transformer if he dressed up! The girls here were Twister Games. Everyone liked them!
Must run.
Have a wonderful week. Do something nice for someone else.
Love you.
Mom
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Adrenaline Day!
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Well, at our house this morning we all got the adrenaline going bright and early. For the past several days we have had a suspicious white car coming into the development just as Cooper and the three other girls are standing out at the bus stop just across the street from our house. The car is driven by an old man, and he goes really slowly past the girls, and some days shines a flashlight on them. On Tuesday, he shined the light on Cymbre as she was out there waiting for the bus to pick up Cooper. Well, as you can guess, it has all the Mom's all up in arms, so there were three of us out there in the street this morning! I made the group of girls come back to my side of the street because if the car was to stop, he would have to get out of his car and come around it, and that would give me a chance to get the girls safely into our house! None of the girls objected to my plan. Wouldn't have done them any good anyway. Well, no sooner were they all standing by me, than the car turns into our street from Spring Cypress, is going really slowly. The girls are like, "MOM! THAT'S THE CAR!" at the top of their lungs. Well, I had the foresight to put my cell phone and a pen in my pocket (which is really unusual for me since I mostly stand in the shadows of the porch in my nightgown), and so the girls were trying to read the license plate number, and the other mom's standing just down the street were yelling, "That's the car, get the license!" Well, as we were trying to get the number, I discovered that the car has three plates. Two on the front, and one on the back.....What the heck! We managed to write down one of the numbers, and the school bus came. We put the girls on the bus, and called the Sheriff. Took him a few minutes to get there, and we gave him the information. This car has been called into the Sheriff several times already this week, but no one had managed to get the license plate number. Well, he ran the plate and it came up invalid....Great! But he told us he knew the car as he sees it all the time driving around. He knew where it lived, so he would go to the home and check things out. We waited to hear back from him until just after Cymbre left on her bus. When he came back, he told us we got all the numbers right except the S was really an F. He said the guy is an 81 year old, purple heart war veteran who lives in another development who is coming through looking for trash violations. (People who put their trash out too early or have big items on the curbs when they aren't supposed to be there.) WHAT A CROCK!! I told the sheriff that my girls do not look like refrigerators, grass clippings, or trash bags! The sheriff says that they can't do anything unless the guy tries something besides just driving slowly.....UGH!!! We have to wait until some kid actually comes up missing!!! Well, those girls will be out there with me EVERY MORNING, and one little thought that he is stopping that car, I will be dialing 911, and the girls will be running in the house.....I don't care what the sheriff says. Old war veterans can flip out and do crazy things just like anyone else.
Most of the moms don't believe the story the sheriff told us, but now I guess it is a waiting game. Dad may stay home and see if he can talk to the guy and tell him he is terrifying the kids. The whole bus route knows about the car now, and several kids report seeing it by their stops. I think I may talk to the bus driver in the morning. Maybe she can help get the other license plate numbers.
Cymbre saw the car leave the development just before she was to go out to the bus stop.
THEN:
I am at Kohl's at Hwy 249 and Spring Cypress this morning and when I go to get out of the car in the parking lot, I notice that there are three news helicopters circling that intersection and a little farther out. There are several women standing at the doorway to the store watching. I joined the group, and we decided that we would call a husband who could log onto a computer and get the breaking news. Well, I had Dad on the phone first, and he discovered that someone (A real intelligent person!) had killed three people and fled the area on foot!!! GREAT! So the helicopters were trying to help track the guy while he was trying to flee on foot!
All of this has made me think today what Heavenly Father must think of our safety here on earth. Just like a mom who sends her kids out to catch the bus, He sent us to earth. He doesn't have total control of our situations. He can only wait and watch. He knows what will happen, but how does He feel knowing that we don't know? How does He feel when He sees one of His babies kidnapped, or shot and killed? How can he love both the child that is hurt, and the one doing the hurting? I guess the only thing we can really do is pray for our safety, and trust that Heavenly Father will keep His promise to us of if we ask, He will answer.
Needless to say, MY BABIES, will not be standing out at the bus stop without their mom....in fact, none of my babies better be standing on street corners alone.
Well, must get ready for work, and Dad has just come in.
Have a great day, and pray for your Sisters safety at the bus stop.
Love you.
Mom
Well, at our house this morning we all got the adrenaline going bright and early. For the past several days we have had a suspicious white car coming into the development just as Cooper and the three other girls are standing out at the bus stop just across the street from our house. The car is driven by an old man, and he goes really slowly past the girls, and some days shines a flashlight on them. On Tuesday, he shined the light on Cymbre as she was out there waiting for the bus to pick up Cooper. Well, as you can guess, it has all the Mom's all up in arms, so there were three of us out there in the street this morning! I made the group of girls come back to my side of the street because if the car was to stop, he would have to get out of his car and come around it, and that would give me a chance to get the girls safely into our house! None of the girls objected to my plan. Wouldn't have done them any good anyway. Well, no sooner were they all standing by me, than the car turns into our street from Spring Cypress, is going really slowly. The girls are like, "MOM! THAT'S THE CAR!" at the top of their lungs. Well, I had the foresight to put my cell phone and a pen in my pocket (which is really unusual for me since I mostly stand in the shadows of the porch in my nightgown), and so the girls were trying to read the license plate number, and the other mom's standing just down the street were yelling, "That's the car, get the license!" Well, as we were trying to get the number, I discovered that the car has three plates. Two on the front, and one on the back.....What the heck! We managed to write down one of the numbers, and the school bus came. We put the girls on the bus, and called the Sheriff. Took him a few minutes to get there, and we gave him the information. This car has been called into the Sheriff several times already this week, but no one had managed to get the license plate number. Well, he ran the plate and it came up invalid....Great! But he told us he knew the car as he sees it all the time driving around. He knew where it lived, so he would go to the home and check things out. We waited to hear back from him until just after Cymbre left on her bus. When he came back, he told us we got all the numbers right except the S was really an F. He said the guy is an 81 year old, purple heart war veteran who lives in another development who is coming through looking for trash violations. (People who put their trash out too early or have big items on the curbs when they aren't supposed to be there.) WHAT A CROCK!! I told the sheriff that my girls do not look like refrigerators, grass clippings, or trash bags! The sheriff says that they can't do anything unless the guy tries something besides just driving slowly.....UGH!!! We have to wait until some kid actually comes up missing!!! Well, those girls will be out there with me EVERY MORNING, and one little thought that he is stopping that car, I will be dialing 911, and the girls will be running in the house.....I don't care what the sheriff says. Old war veterans can flip out and do crazy things just like anyone else.
Most of the moms don't believe the story the sheriff told us, but now I guess it is a waiting game. Dad may stay home and see if he can talk to the guy and tell him he is terrifying the kids. The whole bus route knows about the car now, and several kids report seeing it by their stops. I think I may talk to the bus driver in the morning. Maybe she can help get the other license plate numbers.
Cymbre saw the car leave the development just before she was to go out to the bus stop.
THEN:
I am at Kohl's at Hwy 249 and Spring Cypress this morning and when I go to get out of the car in the parking lot, I notice that there are three news helicopters circling that intersection and a little farther out. There are several women standing at the doorway to the store watching. I joined the group, and we decided that we would call a husband who could log onto a computer and get the breaking news. Well, I had Dad on the phone first, and he discovered that someone (A real intelligent person!) had killed three people and fled the area on foot!!! GREAT! So the helicopters were trying to help track the guy while he was trying to flee on foot!
All of this has made me think today what Heavenly Father must think of our safety here on earth. Just like a mom who sends her kids out to catch the bus, He sent us to earth. He doesn't have total control of our situations. He can only wait and watch. He knows what will happen, but how does He feel knowing that we don't know? How does He feel when He sees one of His babies kidnapped, or shot and killed? How can he love both the child that is hurt, and the one doing the hurting? I guess the only thing we can really do is pray for our safety, and trust that Heavenly Father will keep His promise to us of if we ask, He will answer.
Needless to say, MY BABIES, will not be standing out at the bus stop without their mom....in fact, none of my babies better be standing on street corners alone.
Well, must get ready for work, and Dad has just come in.
Have a great day, and pray for your Sisters safety at the bus stop.
Love you.
Mom
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Late Fees & Dining Room Tables
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Well, today is late notice day at the dance studio. That always makes me a popular person to be mad at. It seems that when people can't pay their tuition on time, it is somehow my fault, and so they think that I should not make them pay the late fee. What is very interesting to me is that these very same people signed a paper at registration that states that if they don't pay by the third there will be a late fee on the fourth. Somehow, they don't seem to ever remember signing that paper, but when I pull it out of the file, they don't have a choice but to admit that it is their signature there on that line. It always makes me feel good when I can prove to someone that they really did know about the late fee policy! It shouldn't, but I must admit, sometimes it makes my day! Then I make them pay the $15 anyway.
This past week I have been attempting to make Cooper her duet costume. Now I have never made a leotard before, let alone one that has a cutout thing on the side. However, I have managed to make a beautiful one, and just have to finish sewing the appliques on. That has taken hours to cut out each one, and I am not looking forward to all the hand sewing to get them on the costume. Cooper has to put the thing on so that I can pin them while the material is stretched, and then when it comes off, the material shrinks, so I have to stretch it flat, and hold it, and sew it at the same time. Needless to say, I need two more hands to do the job. Which is proving challenging, since I am home alone all day. I have discovered Dad's "C" clamps out in the garage and am developing a plan where they could hold the material against the kitchen counter while I held the other edge and do the sewing, or the other option is an embroidery hoop. However, the hoop might leave indentations on the leotard, so who knows! I may just have to sew them on while she is wearing the costume which will take hours. They are all up the arm and down the front and back.
I finally have all the costuming billed at the studio. WHAT A PAIN THAT WAS!!! Now I am the only one that Ginny will let collect the costume money and keep the records. She doesn't want to lose as much money on costuming as last year, and somehow I always manage to balance the books, so I get the job! Wonderful!! Isn't it bad enough that I have to sew them, but collect the money and keep records too???? Actually, I am only doing one dance this year. Then also doing the girls ones in a couple of other dances to save money. If I make our girls, then I just have to pay for materials and not the whole fee. Guess my time is something, but I don't see money going out....keeps Dad happier too.
I have mailed all the Halloween goodie boxes, so I hope that ya'll enjoy them....let me know when they arrive.
I have started Christmas shopping, so those of you who haven't sent me a list in my family, better get on it. Money is very limited this year, so keep that in mind.
I have to go to the Stake Librarians meeting tonight. That sure makes me sound old and boring....who wants to be known as the librarian? I don't have the right kind of glasses!! However, maybe if I get there, the Stake Librarian will actually talk to me. She doesn't bother to return phone calls...I've been trying to get her to talk to me since they made me the Meetinghouse Librarian.
Cooper's asthma is really acting up....she is on her nebulizer. A few prayers for her to be able to function wouldn't hurt. I am having Dad get someone over tonight to give her a blessing. Dad had to bring her home from church on Sunday and use her clouds, and again last night. Hope we can improve before competition season. I have a call into the doctor to renew her cloud medicine.
I have finally cleared EVERYTHING off the dining room table. Do you know how amazing that is? The poor table probably feels naked, and like it lost 100 pounds! Maybe I should polish it with the liquid gold while it sits there naked. Who knows, I could even break out the Halloween tablecloth! Wouldn't that be wonderful? How do you suppose the table feels today? Do you think it would like to have liquid gold spread all over it's face, or should I just cover it up with a tablecloth? Maybe I could just leave it sit there, and let it observe life in an uncluttered state. Do you suppose that it has been complaining to the chairs that the weight on the top of it's face has been to much for the past several months? Maybe my table hates me and I don't even know it! Do you think I need to place guards nearby to keep it under control should it decide to get revenge and not support it's tableleaf anymore? And what would happen if I do put the Halloween tablecloth on it, and it eats it? What if it chokes? How do you do the heimlich manuver on a table? Is that even possible? Do you think the chairs might help me? Maybe the china hutch has some advice! Heaven knows it probably wants to be cleaned out also.
Did you know that Uncle Gary is having a spider problem in his mailbox? Ours seems to be clear for the moment. We are thinking he really needs to call a mailbox exterminator!
Well, I have to go email Dad that he needs to make sure he has a bunch of kisses made before he comes home tonight....I haven't been getting my share lately. He says it's because I leave him alone all night....I have my doubts! I think he has been hoarding them!
Well, each of you do something to make your Heavenly Father proud of you today. Remember that Dad and I love you all very much. Wish we could be there with you just for some hugs!
Love you bunches,
Mom
Well, today is late notice day at the dance studio. That always makes me a popular person to be mad at. It seems that when people can't pay their tuition on time, it is somehow my fault, and so they think that I should not make them pay the late fee. What is very interesting to me is that these very same people signed a paper at registration that states that if they don't pay by the third there will be a late fee on the fourth. Somehow, they don't seem to ever remember signing that paper, but when I pull it out of the file, they don't have a choice but to admit that it is their signature there on that line. It always makes me feel good when I can prove to someone that they really did know about the late fee policy! It shouldn't, but I must admit, sometimes it makes my day! Then I make them pay the $15 anyway.
This past week I have been attempting to make Cooper her duet costume. Now I have never made a leotard before, let alone one that has a cutout thing on the side. However, I have managed to make a beautiful one, and just have to finish sewing the appliques on. That has taken hours to cut out each one, and I am not looking forward to all the hand sewing to get them on the costume. Cooper has to put the thing on so that I can pin them while the material is stretched, and then when it comes off, the material shrinks, so I have to stretch it flat, and hold it, and sew it at the same time. Needless to say, I need two more hands to do the job. Which is proving challenging, since I am home alone all day. I have discovered Dad's "C" clamps out in the garage and am developing a plan where they could hold the material against the kitchen counter while I held the other edge and do the sewing, or the other option is an embroidery hoop. However, the hoop might leave indentations on the leotard, so who knows! I may just have to sew them on while she is wearing the costume which will take hours. They are all up the arm and down the front and back.
I finally have all the costuming billed at the studio. WHAT A PAIN THAT WAS!!! Now I am the only one that Ginny will let collect the costume money and keep the records. She doesn't want to lose as much money on costuming as last year, and somehow I always manage to balance the books, so I get the job! Wonderful!! Isn't it bad enough that I have to sew them, but collect the money and keep records too???? Actually, I am only doing one dance this year. Then also doing the girls ones in a couple of other dances to save money. If I make our girls, then I just have to pay for materials and not the whole fee. Guess my time is something, but I don't see money going out....keeps Dad happier too.
I have mailed all the Halloween goodie boxes, so I hope that ya'll enjoy them....let me know when they arrive.
I have started Christmas shopping, so those of you who haven't sent me a list in my family, better get on it. Money is very limited this year, so keep that in mind.
I have to go to the Stake Librarians meeting tonight. That sure makes me sound old and boring....who wants to be known as the librarian? I don't have the right kind of glasses!! However, maybe if I get there, the Stake Librarian will actually talk to me. She doesn't bother to return phone calls...I've been trying to get her to talk to me since they made me the Meetinghouse Librarian.
Cooper's asthma is really acting up....she is on her nebulizer. A few prayers for her to be able to function wouldn't hurt. I am having Dad get someone over tonight to give her a blessing. Dad had to bring her home from church on Sunday and use her clouds, and again last night. Hope we can improve before competition season. I have a call into the doctor to renew her cloud medicine.
I have finally cleared EVERYTHING off the dining room table. Do you know how amazing that is? The poor table probably feels naked, and like it lost 100 pounds! Maybe I should polish it with the liquid gold while it sits there naked. Who knows, I could even break out the Halloween tablecloth! Wouldn't that be wonderful? How do you suppose the table feels today? Do you think it would like to have liquid gold spread all over it's face, or should I just cover it up with a tablecloth? Maybe I could just leave it sit there, and let it observe life in an uncluttered state. Do you suppose that it has been complaining to the chairs that the weight on the top of it's face has been to much for the past several months? Maybe my table hates me and I don't even know it! Do you think I need to place guards nearby to keep it under control should it decide to get revenge and not support it's tableleaf anymore? And what would happen if I do put the Halloween tablecloth on it, and it eats it? What if it chokes? How do you do the heimlich manuver on a table? Is that even possible? Do you think the chairs might help me? Maybe the china hutch has some advice! Heaven knows it probably wants to be cleaned out also.
Did you know that Uncle Gary is having a spider problem in his mailbox? Ours seems to be clear for the moment. We are thinking he really needs to call a mailbox exterminator!
Well, I have to go email Dad that he needs to make sure he has a bunch of kisses made before he comes home tonight....I haven't been getting my share lately. He says it's because I leave him alone all night....I have my doubts! I think he has been hoarding them!
Well, each of you do something to make your Heavenly Father proud of you today. Remember that Dad and I love you all very much. Wish we could be there with you just for some hugs!
Love you bunches,
Mom
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