Showing posts from January, 2013

Another Ventilation Shaft

My husband Chris was recently called to be a counselor in the Bishopric of our church ward (in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints) and with this calling you are expected to sit on the stand with the other counselor and the bishop.  Most of you, knowing the number of children we have, can therefore imagine what my days at church will be like now - in particular, Sacrament meeting.  Yes, 5 children and not just any 5 children, but two 2 1/2 year old girls, one 7 year old boy, and two 11 year old boys and one lonely control-top-panty-hosed me.  It’s actually kind of hard not to find panty hose that are not control top which must mean there are a lot of out of control…  Anyway, it’s 5 to 1.  In the old days, like up till two weeks ago, Chris and I played the roles of buffers, me on one end and him on the other, keeping runners, crawlers, and rollers contained in a single row of chairs.  With that other buffer now on the stand, I find that I have turned into an ineffective tyr…

Rusty Shovel Muscles

Actually, I don’t think I have shovel muscles but was making them up as I went along.  They are there only in spirit and it took a ton of spirit to move all of that snow.  I told Chris that I wanted to shovel because then I could get a workout.  1/4 of the way in I realized I should have hired those 3 boys who came by trying to earn money for shoveling snow.  The thing is, they were way to pricey and wouldn’t take my offered two bits.  Kids now-a-days. A plethora of snow! VIEW SLIDE SHOWDOWNLOAD ALL

Christmas, numb tongue, and someone got hitched!

I have no clue how my kids manage to get up at 7 am on holidays and weekends, yet are like waking the dead on those every day school mornings.  I truly should look into the art of necromancy for those every day wake-up calls.  So, they came in at actually 6:30 Christmas morning wondering why we wouldn’t get up for Christmas.   Well, someone had to stay up late and force cookies down a reindeer’s throat and wipe up the spilt milk, not to mention the soot left by Santa’s boots.  Mornings are rough on elves.  We had a lovely Christmas morning and evening with family.  Unfortunately, there was a stomach bug that jumped from one family member to another family member, choosing carefully who to land on, and I was one of those chosen, along with my Dad, uncle Dave, aunt Jodi, and Grandpa P.  I may have missed someone, but I’m pretty darned sure I was one of its victims.  I will not be craving that particular night’s dinner for a long time. Christmas Morning VIEW SLIDE SHOWDOWNLOAD ALL Time in t…