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The book of Elisa, chapter 7, verses 1 – 10 In the beginning Elisa was sleeping. And lo, her mother did call up the stairs, saying “Hark, lazybones, church doth start in half an hour. Thou must getteth out of bed and get dressed.” And it came to pass that Elisa did so, and her hair remained unwashed, and her skirt was very wrinkled. And behold, the lesson at church was on marriage, and it was the third lesson on marriage this month. And Elisa bethought herself that perhaps the overriding theme of life was being revealed unto her. And the woman next to Elisa saith, “Behold, my son is a law student at Gonzaga, and his prospects are exceedingly fine, and his face is glorious to look upon, and he is like unto Abraham in his righteousness, and wouldst thou like to meet him?” And Elisa said “Nay, nay, for he is exceedingy old, and I am not in the market for a husband, but thank you.” And the woman waxed wroth, and walked away, and her countenance was... Read the rest of this entry »

Doesn’t the very thought make you worry? How many of the men or boys in our lives get into the most trouble when they are simply “bored.” Being bored in our home means danger.  Instead of just planting fannies on the couch and playing video games, my boys like to get creative when they have nothing better to do.  If it isn’t drawings on the wall, or food fights in my living room, it’s some crazy invention… do you remember this post? This week, Ben and the boys and the boys went to the D.I. (Deseret Industries Thrift Store) and found… are you ready?  Do you really want to know?  They found a broken zip line.  You can imagine the images that flashed through my head when they came home with THAT!  I knew the kind of things my boys (hubby included) could do with a zip line, broken or not!  Ben had also gone to HomeDept to get some parts to fix it. It was no time at all, and the boys were zipping across our... Read the rest of this entry »

Men. Deep Sigh… You can’t live without them… but sometimes they’re so blasted hard to understand. We know they don’t know how to read between lines, like us women do.  They never get our obvious hints even if they smack them in the face.  And sadly, most men have their personalities written right on their foreheads.  Those of us who know men well, can’t be fooled by their antics.  Unfortunately for them, most of the time we’ve got their number… And more than once we will look our beloved man in the eyes and wonder if he really has a brain in there… somewhere… almost makes me what to break into song!  But I won’t. I will never understand men’s obsessions with “The Grill.” Ben wanted one before we got married and so we purchased a little charcoal tripod one to test the waters of his grilling abilities with the potential fire hazard.  Sadly, Ben failed miserably when... Read the rest of this entry »

So today I went visiting with this woman from church and the following conversation ensued. Me: So I hear it’s really easy to find places in Utah.Gerry: Yeah, it is, since the streets are on a grid system and most of the streets have numbers instead of names.Me: Really?Gerry: Although recently they have been changing some of the street names, I’m not really sure why. The street I used to live on was just changed to Freedom Boulevard, I think.Me: (making what I think is a very funny joke) Did it used to be FRENCH Boulevard?Gerry: Nooo… (long awkward silence)Me: *sigh* I don’t think I’m going to be funny in Utah.  Read More →

So today I went visiting with this woman from church and the following conversation ensued. Me: So I hear it’s really easy to find places in Utah.Gerry: Yeah, it is, since the streets are on a grid system and most of the streets have numbers instead of names.Me: Really?Gerry: Although recently they have been changing some of the street names, I’m not really sure why. The street I used to live on was just changed to Freedom Boulevard, I think.Me: (making what I think is a very funny joke) Did it used to be FRENCH Boulevard?Gerry: Nooo… (long awkward silence)Me: *sigh* I don’t think I’m going to be funny in Utah.  Read More →

As you may have noticed, I haven’t posted in a few days. The weather has been fantastic and I have been super busy with the kids outside, designing my husband’s new website, or supervising Ben with his new grill (last time he had one, he almost burned down our trailer). But just because I’m not here, doesn’t mean stuff isn’t happening, because it is! We have had an eventful weekend. We are an apartment full of strong willed spirits after all! Ben and the boys have been busy going on bike rides. He has been teaching them how to use their brakes safely and proper bike etiquette. So naturally, they come home covered in new bumps and bruises — Ben says they seem to be fearless and keep trying scary tricks landing them face first on the pavement (Nephi) or into a fountain (Sam). The fun just doesn’t end! Now on Sundays, we have this rule that we don’t go out side in the back and play. We go to church then want to come home and have a “Day... Read the rest of this entry »

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One thing most parents learn pretty fast about kids, is that even though they have budding imaginations, they can be pretty strict about words and names.  For example:  A dog is a dog, if you know what I mean. Not one day goes by where I am not corrected by one of my kids.  Sometimes, they just suck the fun out of using lame puns or singing silly rhymes. Me: “Hey, Sam the Man!” Sam:  ”I am NOT Sam the Man!  Just Sam!” **** Me: “Hey, Sam-I-Am, want some green eggs and ham?” Sam: “No. And I am just SAM!” **** Me:  ”Nephi look!  It’s a fire truck!!” Nephi: “No mom, that’s the paramedics.” **** Me:  ”Why don’t we take the bus today?” Nephi:  ”It’s called a shuttle, Mom.” **** Nephi: “Thomas is NOT a train!  He is a tank engine!” **** Me: “Sammy, you are such a good boy!” Sam: “No, Mom.  I’m... Read the rest of this entry »

Funny people, boys.  And funnier still my own! Ben has his 3 week training this month, so cutting his hair is one of those things on the never-ending list of to-do’s before AT (Advanced Training). But this time, the boys needed theirs cut too.  So Ben whips out the clippers and gives them the “Daddy Haircut” — our favorite summer do.  THEN I hear him the bathroom talking to the boys: “Okay, guys, I cut your hair, now do you want to cut mine?”  The kids were THRILLED!  My heart sank for a second, then floated back up when I realized that there wasn’t much harm a kid can do with clippers to Ben’s already short hair.  He was planning on shaving it down for the training, so might as well! Here we go…    They each took turns shaving the sides.  Ben was patient even when I could tell it hurt!   Haircut by kids:  Free And the finished product:  Priceless! What a great dad! ... Read the rest of this entry »

My dear husband was THRILLED when he discovered that mustaches were allowed in the Army if they followed certain guidelines: Mustaches are permitted; if worn, males will keep mustaches neatly trimmed, tapered, and tidy. Mustaches will not present a chopped off or bushy appearance, and no portion of the mustache will cover the upper lip line or extend sideways beyond a vertical line drawn upward from the corners of the mouth. Handlebar mustaches, goatees, and beards are not authorized. If appropriate medical authority prescribes beard growth, the length required for medical treatment must be specified. For example, “The length of the beard will not exceed 1/4 inch.” Soldiers will keep the growth trimmed to the level specified by appropriate medical authority, but they are not authorized to shape the growth into goatees, or “Fu Manchu” or handlebar mustaches. He claims, when teased, that he is not devastated he can’t do the “Fu Manchu” —... Read the rest of this entry »

“‘Underwear’ is for big people,” my 5 year old, Sam, told me the other day. “Then what are you wearing?” I asked him. “Funderwear.” He answered nonchalantly. “Hmmmm…. I see,” said I. As many of you know, we are going through a no pants phase.  No matter what I say, or how much I nag, Sam just doesn’t want to wear them.  I think I tell him a million times a day, and now, he just ignores me.  I feel like I am dead to him sometimes… I can scream and yell and throw tantrums, and still he won’t acknowledge me. “Funderwear,” apparently, is meant to see seen, not hidden under those boring things called pants.  Heaven forbid we cover up Spiderman or Thomas the Tank Engine! For months, now, I have been trying to come up with some way to motivate Sam to start wearing pants.  So far, nothing has worked. Until today… By accident. Today, as I was sitting on the... Read the rest of this entry »