Thursday, April 27, 2017

Taxi service

Mark's classmate, the sort of strange one that gets rides from us sometimes, followed Mark to our meeting point yesterday.  He's not really Mark's friend, he just knows Mark is the kind of kid who will ask his mom to give a ride to someone else.

He climbed in and said, "Remind me of your name?  I forgot your name."

"Thelma."

"Telma or Velma?"

"Thelma."

"What year is this van?"

I told him.

He said, "Will you take me to the elementary school?"

"Sure.  Which one."

"The Tigers."

"Which one is that?"

"Central?" He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

So we drove him there.  On the way he pulled a handful of coins out of his pocket and promptly dropped it.  He picked up what he could find.

"Um, Mark?  I dropped two coins in your car so if you find them later will you give them to me?"

Mark said yes.

He said, "Do you have younger brothers and sisters?  Will you tell them?"

Mark said, "I'm the youngest."

"Oh, good." Apparently you can't trust younger brothers and sisters.  Then I think he started questioning if he could trust any of us with his two lost coins. "Hey," he said sheepishly, "I don't mean to offend you, but are you...religious?"

"Yes," I said.  Then, since it's Utah county and I thought it would put his worried mind at ease, I said, "We're Mormons."

"Oh, good!" he said.

To hopefully avoid further entanglements with this kid, when we got to the school, I had Mark pull the seats out of the back so the guy could reach his coins.

"Well, bye!" he said as he walked away.

You can't make some stuff up.







Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Alarming happenings

My boys have decided that the husband for Emma is someone that could beat each of them up individually but together, they could take him down.

I have no idea why in the world deciding that was necessary, but there it is.

Last night we were talking and it came up.  I suggested maybe Adam was in that category.  "No," Braeden said, "He'd wreck us."

Mark was game to test the theory.

Adam was too, apparently.  He said he'd give them one minute and if they could pull him off the bed, he'd give them each $5.  He said I would time it.

What?!?

I didn't want any part of it.  I tried to talk them out of it, saying they would break something (the bed, a lamp, each other).

Boys will be boys.

It was a minute of high anxiety for me.  I kept yelling, "Don't break the lamp!" and "Don't hurt him!"

Any him.  Just stop.

They couldn't get him off the bed, although they came close.  Adam wouldn't give them time to confer and make a plan.  Later, he said they could have easily gotten him off if they'd made a plan and worked together more.

I just think boys are weird.

So that was alarming.  So was this:



I was gone for one night.  One night.

And this happened.


A dead withered leaf next to Felicia!

Feliciaaaaaaaaa!

I know it happened fast because I would have noticed a yellowing leaf.  I check her often because she causes me anxiety.

I can't turn my back on Felicia.

Or go out of town apparently.


Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Party time

Last weekend was a party.

First, Braeden and I bought a new plant.  Braeden said, "Can I name him?"

Since he lifted the plant and also pushed the cart at Home Depot because the plant was too big and I couldn't see where I was going, I said sure.

He named the plant Trevion.  I think I should have asked him what the name would be before I said yes.

But Trevion it is.

We tried to make him feel welcome.

The little friend on the window sill is a zucchini.  I hope I have too much zucchini this summer.  I'm always jealous when people have that problem.


Friday when Adam got home from work, Adam and Braeden and I headed to Nevada.  Emma had to work and Mark had multiple rehearsals so it was just the three of us.  You will not be surprised to hear that we stopped at Maverik on our way out of town.  Adventure's first stop.

I like road trips with my dear ones.  I said to Braeden earlier in the day that I wished Emma and Mark were going too.  He acted shocked and said, "I'm looking forward to it just being me."  As much as he loves his siblings he loves being the only one too.  Like I told Emma, as far as Braeden is concerned, he's the sun and the rest of us are the planets.

We visited with my parents a little then went to bed.  (My mom gave us cookies.)  Saturday morning, we picked up Olivia's kids and headed to Elko.  A while ago, Edgar was badly burned in an accident and we were there to help.  Lili and Ruben had 4-H shooting sports.  They needed a parent (or benevolent uncle) to stay with them.  So Adam did that and Braeden and I took the three other boys on an adventure.  We went to four different stores and bought four different donuts.


We had a taste testing to see which was the best.  The sprinkles, though not my favorite, was a crowd-pleaser.  We let the boys run at the park a little and then we hit the museum.  We saw the animals and the guns.  There is a large collection of taxidermy animals at the museum.  According to Omar, "They are real but not live and don't touch them."

Marcos has a cell phone that isn't activated and he took copious pictures of every exhibit.

I had a marvelous time.

Braeden snapped pictures in the van while we adventured around.



Omar was a fan of the mints Braeden bought and distributed frequently.




It was a lot of cute boys all in one place.

We picked up the older kids and let them choose the lunch spot since they didn't get donuts.  Wendy's it was.  On the way there, one of the boys asked if he could have soda.  At the same time, Braeden said yes and Lili said no (two oldest children--they are always bossy).  Braeden said to Lili, "You're not in charge."  (Not only oldest child, but oldest cousin in the van.)

Ruben asked Lili, "Then can I have chocolate milk?"

Lili said, "Apparently, I'm not in charge."

Everyone got soda except Lili, who wanted water.  Because really I was in charge and I wanted to get those cuties whatever they wanted.


I think if I could take this crew to lunch every Saturday for the rest of my life, I'd be a happy kid.

In the afternoon, we tried to get Olivia to have us do work around the house but she didn't let us do much.  We did fold some laundry.  I love folding laundry and my sisters don't.  My mom vacuumed and I moved stuff around for her.  I like cleaning in teams.

Meanwhile Braeden played/wrestled with his cousins on the trampoline and they about did him in.  He came in, sweaty and winded and said, "I'm exhausted!"

We took a walk on Marianne's new trail until I wimped out on account of my wimpy knee.  (Does everyone's older sister create walking trails on the hills behind her house or is that just mine?)

We headed back home Saturday night and I was happy to be reunited with Emma and Mark.  It's always nice to be home but I am grateful we live close to that Nevada gang.

Monday, April 24, 2017

The winds of change

Yesterday I was released as the Young Women president and I got a new calling.  I am a Temple and Family History Consultant.

Gulp.

On the one hand, I feel a bit of relief about the YW thing.  I mean, you know how I love not camping.  On the other hand, I will miss those girls!  They are some great girls.  The good news, I now have a short list of candidates my sons can marry.  I just need to convince my boys (and probably the girls).

Braeden handed me this during sacrament meeting:


Which was, you know, helpful.

I am sort of enthusiastic about my new job but also feel a bit of trepidation because I don't know much about family history.  The bishop gave me a xerox copied description of my calling from the Church News (apparently it's a new calling in the church).  The first line of the description said that you didn't need to be experienced in family history.  So I guess I'm qualified.

There were tears and hugs from the young women which sort of shocked me in a good way.  They like me!  I like them too.

I'll miss them.




Friday, April 21, 2017

Grateful Friday

Adam brought me flowers again last night.  He is my best cheerleader, anchor, entertainer and friend.

Also he is a wizard and fixed my computer.

Braeden is a great sidekick.  We spend our waking hours together.  We are a lot alike and it feeds both of our souls to talk stuff over. 

Emma has a terrible cold.  I'm grateful for her stoic grown up and responsible nature.  She trudges to work despite feeling rotten.  It's a very adult behavior because when you're an adult, the show must go on.  Also, she gets me.  Also, I let her stay home from school today.

I'm grateful for the zaniness Mark brings to my life.  Yesterday we were driving and talking about marriage (Braeden was more interested in the topic than Mark).  Braeden asked me what it was about Adam that I didn't even know would matter before we got married.

Mark piped up, "His great genes.  I mean, you didn't know you were going to get the amazingness that is my hair."

Braeden and I laughed (and laughed) at that.  Mark can't get his hair cut because of the play (which is thankfully next week).  His hair is crazy and big and every day we look at each other and shake our heads in wonder.

I am the one with curly hair but now I am glad to know that Adam's genes are responsible for that business.

I'm also grateful for extended family.  Braeden and I visited Adam's cousin Pam and her family.  In a weird series of coincidences, Braeden and Branson were both called to the Chesapeake Virginia mission and they are both home for medical reasons.  (Branson had to have surgery because he tore his ACL.)


The boys enjoyed visiting and Pam and I--who have a lot in common, we are the same sort of mother--also had a good chat.  The boys talked about the missionaries they knew and they caught each other up on happenings they had heard about.

It does my heart good to see them together.


Thursday, April 20, 2017

Nothing

Yesterday Braeden asked me if he could read my blog.  I said, "I didn't post today.  I don't really have anything to say."

Braeden gave me a sort of wounded look.  You may argue that a lot of the time I don't have anything to say and I still blog.  It is mostly because of Braeden and that wounded look.  I can handle it when he's here but I want him to get my blog when he's on his mission.  I can't handle thinking about him having a wounded look when he is far away.

My mom called me to see if I was OK.  She said, "You didn't blog...."

So I'll tell you what's new.

My icloud storage is full.  Every time I open my laptop it tells me that.  And this morning I got a sort of threatening email about it.  I think it's darling of the computer to think that I know what to do about it but I need to wait until Adam can address this issue.

Yesterday I had an allergy attack.  The kind that makes you lose the will to live.

I talked to both sisters on the phone and had lunch with Tabor so that was sort of a banner day.

I was walking upstairs and Emma called up, "Are you coming down soon?"

I said, "What do you need?"

She said, "Nothing, I just want to talk to you."

What?!?

I quickly went back downstairs because when does that happen?  Answer:  when the Ulta catalog arrives.  Emma wanted to discuss.


I had the laurel class over for our activity.  We had a pudding bar.  No Pinterest was even involved on that one.  I just thought it up--although probably it is on Pinterest since everything is.  Both my boys thought it was weird and Emma liked the idea.  Tabor thought it was a winner too.  He said, "The girls will like it."  And he has three daughters so I call him an authority on the matter.

I was preparing the stuff--Oreo and Nutter Butter and graham cracker crumbs, fruit, mini marshmallows, chopped up Reeses Peanut Butter cups.  I told Mark not to eat any of the mix ins.  He started to laugh and said, "What?"

"Mix ins," I said.

He said, "Oh, I thought you said McSins--like a combination of McDonalds and sins."

I still don't have much to say, except I didn't die of allergies.  And it's OK to write about nothing, I guess.  It's right there in the title of my blog.

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Lasts are hard

Yesterday Emma stayed home from school, sick.  She was actually sick, not my-brother-is-home-from-his-mission-so-I-don't-want-to-go-to-school sick, like certain unnamed eighth graders were last week.

I let her sleep most of the morning but then woke her up because she needed to be able to sleep at night and she had to go to her regional choir festival.

Emma and Braeden chatted and chatted and Braeden said, "I'm so happy!  I realized why.  Because I'm with Emma!"

It doesn't matter how prickly she can be sometimes.  Emma's brothers adore her.  We all do.

After lunch we had silent reading time which is what we used to do back in the salad days when I home schooled those lovelies.  It was my favorite time of the day back then and yesterday I loved sitting around with them, reading.

Then we took Emma to the school where her festival was and went to pick up Mark from his school.  Then we were going to go back and watch her perform.  On the way, Emma called and said she needed her choir robe which was at her high school.  So we went there.  Braeden knew where the choir room was and if you want to get looks, go striding into PGHS wearing a missionary name tag.  And seriously, that kid strides.  I struggle to keep up with him.

There was another boy in the choir room and he was dithering because there were all these robes and did he need to take them to Lone Peak High School?  Braeden said he was there to get his sister's robe.  The boy said, "Yeah, I was going to bring it to her because I saw she didn't have it earlier."

We left and Braeden said, "How did he know Emma was my sister?"

No idea.  Super recognizer?

We got to the school and the boy, the patron saint of all choir robes, climbed out of a nearby car.  "Do you want me to take it to her?" he asked Braeden.  Braeden handed him the robe.

Before Emma's choir performed, we heard American Fork High School's choir sing.  They sang well.  Braeden asked, "Is Emma's choir better than this?"  I said I didn't know and Braeden looked at me like I had deserted the army.

Emma's choir took the stage and they were better.  They sounded amazing and I was so glad to be there.  At some point I realized it was one of the lasts.  Why do kids have to turn into rotten seniors and leave their mothers anyway?  There will be one more choir concert but the end of year concert is never as good.  It's more of a fun concert and they have sung all the real music earlier.  I soaked up the expression on my Emma's face as she joyfully sang her little heart out.

She's easy to spot.  Even though she has the same hair color and basic complexion as all the girls, she's the one with the red red lips!

Her brothers gave her a standing ovation and I didn't.  Mostly because I would have started crying.

Don't judge me.

Emma was confused about how the boy who delivered her choir robe got it in the first place and how he even knew who she was.  She keeps to her introverted self and she's always surprised when people know her.

I'm not surprised.  If I went to school with her, I'd want to know her.

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