This is a piece of a bigger picture. I welcome one and all to guess at what it is. In one week I’ll give the answer, and post a new one. Good luck and may the guessing begin.
Esta es una parte de la foto grande. Hay que adivinar lo que es. En una semana regreso con la respuesta y otra foto. ¡Suerte!
We went to my dad’s house today for the big dinner. There was good food, and lots of good company. Here are pictures and a video.
Jacob and Geneva
Gavyn likes to play with Skyler (look at that smile)
Katy and Sarah cuddling
Mallory drinking from Jesse’s cup
Abby holding Geneva holding Boo (see Ali too)
Gavyn making pizza for me
Skyler wanted this picture
Skyler took this picture
My pretty sister with her pretty girls
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Skyler on the run (he said he didn’t want his picture taken)
Ginny and Uncle Ricky
Grandma Sandra and Gretchyn
It took a little bit, but Lydia warmed up to me
Geneva was all worn out from eating and playing
Look at her teeth (Geneva)
Gretchyn wanted to check out my teeth
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Delores, Kyle, and Jacob waiting…or resting
Gretchyn is sharing her seat with Lydia
Lydia and her cute smile
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Classic shot, Jacob sitting next to a pretty girl (my sister Mallory) and what is he doing? Reading!
Crackers all over the place, and she would rather eat her toes
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I am not really all that into sports, but I love to play volleyball and soccer (the true football). Today was the Stake Volleyball Tournament for Church. My friends that are in charge of organizing it called me and asked if I could help out with the sign-in process (Corey had to be out of town, and Hal didn’t want to man it alone). I gladly said “yes,” it was an opportunity for me to practice my OCD coping skills. I would just get the papers in order and some random person would come up and mix them up. Oh well, I can get over it, if I have to, I guess.
We played well. Our young men had fun playing. Our young women were the winners of the Consolation Bracket (in layman’s terms, the looser’s bracket) They only lost one match; they did very well. The youth coed team placed second. Our adult men’s (Jacob) team got first place, as did the adult women’s (mine) team. We had two adult coed teams, team B got first place and team A got second place. Jacob and I were on team A, with his parents, Ally Campbell, David Connelly, and Rob Deveraux. It was a lot of fun.
Funny note: one boy (I am guessing about 12 years old) asked, “What field are we playing on?”
Today I had to make a trip half an hour away, spend my 7 minutes and turn around and come home. It would have only been 3 minutes there, but I had to stop by DQ and get the delicious Pumpkin Pie Blizzards to bring home to Jacob (I had one too).
As I drive I like to listen to the oldies radio station. One of the ads used the Bippity Boppity Boo song from Cinderella. As I listened to the commercial I was singing along with it, and was annoyed very much by the talking over it (however, I can not remember what the commercial was for). Though it did make me want to come home and watch the movie…right until I realized that we do not own it.
We don’t own it because some one I live with, who shall remain nameless, had a bad experience with Cinderella. I have not yet been told, “If you want it just get it.” So if anyone out there has an extra copy of this movie, I know a lady that would enjoy it.
Last Friday our friend, Howard Kalwies passed away. Today was his memorial service. It was a good service. There were good talks, and beautiful musical numbers. Jacob played the organ and accompanied (on the piano) the violinist, Karen Martin. She played/s so beautifully. It makes me wish I could learn to play.
As I listened to the speakers share their tender memories, I felt just a little uncomfortable. Not that a funeral or memorial service does that to me, but Howard was not a close friend of mine. So, I did not know him as well as those who spoke knew him. And as they shared their stories with us I felt as though I was eavesdropping on a private moment. It made think.
His daughter Catherine is my age, and she and I would hang out at camp. She lived in Illinois, and I in Iowa. There was one summer at camp that we were out “heart attacking”* other campers’ tents. There was thunder in the air, and it hadn’t started raining just yet. It was very late at night, (possibly “early in the morning” would be a better way to put it) and we were trying to stay hidden. We saw headlights, and we dove into the trees closest to us to hide. You would never guess where we landed…that is right, the compost heap. As soon as the cost was clear we headed back through the trees to our camp site. We got there just in time for the car to pull up and tell us that there was a huge storm headed our way and every body needed to head to the lodge to sleep for the rest of night.
The storm came and went, in the morning there were branches all over the place, some tents were blown in (these were army tents), many things were wet. It was an adventure.
We talked about this memory as we ate lunch, and Catherine said it perfectly, “Funerals make great reunions.” It is true, while we may not be able to escape regular life for a birth or a wedding, most people are able to get away and pay respects to the deceased. I am sorry for the occasion, but it was nice to have such a gathering of Howard’s family and friends.
* Heart attacking (for those who may not know) is a friendly alternative to toilet papering. You cut out a bunch of hearts and tape them to the people/tents/bedrooms/houses/cars. You can even write nice little messages on the hearts if you feel like it. A fun idea for Valentine’s day or an anniversary-don’t forget the person’s favorite candy. One other alternative is to use little twigs and paper and make mini-teepees (generally filled with candy-you can use suckers for the posts) and put them all over and leave a note that informs them they have been TP’d (only leave the note if you think they may not understand the pun).
Jacob and I actually made a menu for the the week and I shopped off the menu. Go us!
While shopping, I saw a mom that was playing with her daughter in the cart. I am guessing the girl to be about 5 years old. They were playing and I thought about how cute it was to see them playing. Right until out of the blue the mom said, “Back off b****!” Now, I thought maybe it was just a slip of the tongue this one time. No, no it was not just one time. I could hear her from 3 and 4 aisles over, and every time she talked to her daughter she called her this name and told her some negative thing about herself. It made me feel bad for the little girl. I have seen in many people with the effects of this kind of talk, and it is not a good outcome.
On a some what funnier side, I saw a woman walking around the store using her cell phone like a walkie-talkie. At one point she said, “Put the cheese down crack-head.” I have no idea of the back story, but it made me laugh, so I wrote it down.
Really, I am not quite sure what or where the stinky closet is.
We had our friends, Jason, Jessie and Aiden over to watch Ratatouille and eat supper. We ate breakfast-for-supper with homemade syrup. We had some extra syrup, so we sent some home with them.
While I was crouched down looking for a container (in the lower cabinet), Aiden calls out to me. She wanted to know where I was. One of the other adults told her I was hiding and to look for me, perhaps upstairs. So, up she went. She was calling out to me, and I answered. That may seem counter-productive, but it isn’t. There is a vent between the bedroom and the kitchen, and it sounds like you are in the same room. She was asking if i was in the closet. At some point she said some thing about my being in the stinky closet. I do not know what she means. Our house only has one closet, and that is where we keep clothes. She looked behind the fish tank for me, in the fridge, in the freezer, under the bean bags, and still didn’t find me. I was standing in the shower, we have a sliding door on it. They told her to look in the bathroom, and she did, quickly and did not see me. They told her to look again. The second time, I slid the door open, and she jumped and had a very startled look on her face for a second, and then she had a big smile. Then it was her turn to hide, and then Jacob’s turn.
Thanks for coming over guys, and especially for letting us scare your kid.
This is a piece of a bigger picture. I welcome one and all to guess at what it is. In one week I’ll give the answer, and post a new one. Good luck and may the guessing begin.
Esta es una parte de la foto grande. Hay que adivinar lo que es. En una semana regreso con la respuesta y otra foto. ¡Suerte!
But it has a fun story.
For Halloween we used dry ice in our punch. Andrew was “drinking” the fog. It looked really cool. Dry ice kind of sounds like it is screaming when you press metal against it. I will have to put a little video of that on the site some time soon.