Sunday, December 30, 2012

Veggie Tales

One of our neighbors gave us a whole bunch of butternut squash from his garden.  I left the bounty on my kitchen counter and one day found them like this:

I love having teenagers.  They keep life interesting.

Monday, December 24, 2012

Errors Around Town

I don't know why it makes me so happy to find these, but it really does.  It's like I'm a part of some secret club or something.

I wonder how many people have noticed this at the Neurologist's office.  Maybe it's some sort of test?

More fodder from our local dollar store.  "Faith is inspiration for the uture".

One of my kids brought this home from school.  No pancakes for me, thanks.

 Only one YOUNG WOMAN can attend, so choose your favorite.
Made in China?

And as proof that I am well-known for my odd pastime, a friend sent me this find from a lesson at church:
I appreciate her sacaficing her time to snap a secret picture for me.  
(Hey!  I AM in some kind of secret club!)

And my oldest boy also sent me this picture from his mission in Texas with the following note:
 "This is in the ads that come every week...So, this one's for you, Grammar Queen!"

Grammar Queen.  Hmmmm.  I could get used to that.

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Scary Christmas

I was Christmas shopping in Salt Lake City when I came across this.  You couldn't get me within 10 feet of that bin!  Because we all know that toys come to life when we're not looking, and I'm pretty sure that bear jumped in there when he thought the coast was clear.  But I caught you leering at me, Lotso.  I think it's clear that he's waiting for some poor, unsuspecting Christmas shopper to come along and reach into the bin for another 'favorite plush character' and he's going to show them who's boss.

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Born To Be A Scout


I got a phone call right in the middle of one of my rare meetings in Salt Lake City.  Since the kids are under strict instruction not to call unless there is something major needing my intervention or assistance, I stepped into the hall to answer it.

"Mom?" said Hubba's trembling voice.  "We got a phone call from mydenleadersandthey......" Followed by uncontrollable sobbing.

I didn't really understand what he said.  I only understood that he was upset and inconsolable.  "Hubba, is everything okay?  What happened?  You need to slow down and take a deep breath.  I can't understand you very well."

He barely gasped in a weak attempt at a deep breath, resumed crying and told me his sad, sad tale.

"Mom, one of my den leaders called and they are sick or something and so they (SOB! SOB!) CANCELLED SCOUTS TONIGHT!  So we don't have a den meeting and we don't have scouts and I have to miss out on scouts this week (SOB! SOB!) even though I put my bobcat patch on myself since you forgot to sew it on and I pinned it on instead (SOB! SOB!) with the pin they gave me with it that is supposed to be for you but it was still on the card and I used it because we're supposed to have our patches on the uniform!"

(This kid is seriously a genius. Why haven't I ever thought of doing this?)

I took advantage of his pause in the stream of words for a breath to tell him that it would be okay to miss a week of scouts.  Just one week.  His den leaders didn't get sick on purpose.  They probably needed to cancel so none of the boys would get sick, too.

"BUT MOOOOOOOOM!" he continued. "We are supposed to meet every week and pass off our requirements and I've had my uniform on since I got home from school, even my hat, even my neckerchief, and I didn't get them dirty at all (SOB! SOB!) and then they got sick and we don't have scouts tonight and..."

Long story short, I was able to talk one of his siblings into working on some requirements with him at home.  This appeased him, but barely. 

I walked back into my meeting with a smile on my face - because Hubba's phone call totally made my day.  When this kid does something, it is never done half way.  Every week at church he gets excited to see his Den Leader and remind her of the day and time they will be meeting that week, as if she would forget.  He sometimes wears his complete uniform on random days, down to the socks and belt, just because it makes him happy. 

It makes me happy to see how much my boy loves being a Cub Scout.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012


photo from here

I went in for my TEE test yesterday.  They gave me some milk-of-amnesia kind of sedation, took some good pictures of my heart and found... nothing.  I mean, I have a heart!  But it's healthy.  As in: there is no hole!

Yes, you read that right.  I do not have a hole in my heart.  A couple of weeks ago they found one.  But yesterday it wasn't there anymore.  How do you explain this strange phenomenon?  Perhaps the initial bubble study they did was misleading?  I don't know.  All I know is that I have a healthy heart and one less worry.  If this is the work of a miracle that has occurred due to your prayers and positive thoughts on my behalf, I am indescribably grateful!  Whatever the reason, I do not have a hole in my heart and I am breathing a huge sigh of relief at this news.

So, now I'm back to square one.  What caused the stroke-like symptoms a couple of weeks back if my heart is fine?  I will be visiting a neurologist next week in hopes that we can figure it out.

Until then, thank you so much for your love and concern.  It means the world to me that I have such awesome friends and family.  Thank you for the phone calls, the emails, the comments, the prayers and worrying and good karma and everything.

Seriously, THANK YOU.