Dinner. Monday.
Dinner. Tuesday.
Band/Orchestra concert. Wednesday. No dinner.
Me, sans the facial hair and purple sweater
(mine was orange), taking the Praxis exam.
Thursday. No dinner.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Monday, January 28, 2013
(take 4)
Family Home Evening. Look how it's gone techno...for the kids, at least.
(Still paper and pen for me!)
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| "I have a dream..." papers by my 3rd grade class. |
What else do I do besides school? (Oh, yeah. I go to soccer.)
These are some of the totem poles the class has made.
Proof that Michael beats our children!
You can't tell this, but our driveway was an ice sheet.
Michael and Joshua were sliding up and down...
hilarious!
Michael took this. It's pretty typical of our nights at home:
Joshua in soccer clothes finding something to eat,
me, grading papers. Pure excitement, as you can tell.
Not my picture, but it was where Michael and I went for our date.
We happened to run into some very dear friends there
and spent the rest of the evening catching up over appetizers
at Applebees. We love you, Anderls!
Michael and his true love...Sadie.
We got another snow storm and Michael just HAD to
get the snow plow out; service is his middle name
(actually, that part really is true about him, and he really does love Sadie).
Sunday, January 20, 2013
(take 3)
After getting stuck in the snow two or three or four
or maybe more than five times,
it was time for a visit to Discount Tires...
Art based on the works of Karl Momen. He's mostly known around here for his "Tree of Life" (otherwise known as the big tennis balls thingy), but at Morningside Elementary, he's soon to be known as the real live artist who came to our school.
Pretend the picture is rotated,
and then see how cute Mr. Snowman is. At least,
I though it was pretty cute when this is where I found the
snow shovel (which I needed, after getting stuck in
our cul-de-sac...again)!
Time for voice lessons.
Everyone should be so lucky.
Everyone should be so brave. They were shopping,
with crowns on, just...because. That's pretty awesome.
Sunday morning selection: it's all about the tights.
(P.S. I chose the light tan ones with flowers that look like tattoos.)
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Penny Pinching (take 2)
January's glyph now decorates our school hallway.
How many ways are there to follow one set of directions, I wonder.
30 or more, it seems, and I'm glad.
30 or more, it seems, and I'm glad.
Where's Waldo?
Mmmm...must be morning.
Pancakes? Must be Wednesday.
Pancakes? Must be Wednesday.
A super snowstorm...30+ hours of falling fluff!
Will power: zero.
(But it was dark chocolate, so it was a healthy choice, right?!)
The dreaded task. Ironing eight
UPS uniforms = true devotion (delusion?) to my husband.
Whose fanny is that hanging out? Sheesh.
What kind of example am I setting for these lovely young women, anyway?
I hope they got something out of the lesson today besides my booty. I know I did.
Fourteen cents, and counting!
UPS uniforms = true devotion (delusion?) to my husband.
What kind of example am I setting for these lovely young women, anyway?
I hope they got something out of the lesson today besides my booty. I know I did.
Fourteen cents, and counting!
Friday, January 11, 2013
Penny Pinching
Colin loves his wife.
He's going to give Amy $5 for each picture she takes this year, helping her earn money for a fancy schmancy new camera (she's really good at taking pictures) (and painting shoes) (and writing papers) (and making Colin happy).
Colin loves me, too.
He's going to pay me a penny. Per picture.
He's going to give Amy $5 for each picture she takes this year, helping her earn money for a fancy schmancy new camera (she's really good at taking pictures) (and painting shoes) (and writing papers) (and making Colin happy).
Colin loves me, too.
He's going to pay me a penny. Per picture.
I'm going to earn me some money!
Happy New Year!
What a wonderful night at Temple Square.
The Morning After.
Completely Wiped.Out.
I'm back... (yes, that was written with creepy inflection).
Just look at those braniacs, on task and everything!
This practice test does not bode well for my Jan. 31 final.
Nothing says Friday Night Fun more than teenagers on their way to Denny's.
Nothing says Saturday Night Fun like a visit to the library.
An evening of rest.
And Downton Abbey.
That'll be seven cents, please, brother.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
MORE of NOTHING
Dear Mom and Dad,
Life around here is the same old, same old. That's not a bad thing-not by a long shot. It's just not much to write about.
Here are some tidbits about the nothing much that has been happening in our lives, just in case you're life is equally same old, same old, and my same old, same old is at least different enough from your same old, same old to be somewhat interesting to you...
Lane, as you know, got his mission call. He had troops of friends around as he opened the large white envelope. With great anticipation Lane opened that large white envelope, and silently scanned the words with his eyes before reading out loud, "You have been called to serve in the Oklahoma City, Oklahoma mission....Spanish speaking."
Silence.
Then laughter. Lots of laughter. I don't think it occurred to any of us that there actually was a mission in Oklahoma. Let alone Spanish speaking!
I wanted Lane to do an impression of Steve Martin as Ruprecht in "Dirty Rotten Scoundrels," or to sing a bar or two from "Oklahoma the Musical." Then there really would have been some laughter! I doubt, though, that he knows either of those shows. Pity. Think I have time to educate him? I've got until June 13th...
Speaking of educating, school is still going well for me. I mean, I think it's going well. I also think I am observed an awful lot, so maybe things aren't as great as I think they are? My principal has been in to observe, people from the district have been in to observe, even the school superintendent came in with the principal once for a brief moment or two to observe. Yikes! That about made me pee my pants!
School seems to be going well for Joshua, too, at least it has been ever since the school psychologist worked her magic (thank you, school psychologist, for working your magic). Things seem to be going well after school, as well. Joshua has bunches of friends over almost daily to do homework and study. Mostly it seems that their homework involves jumping on the trampoline and eating whatever food they can forage around here. Joshua has great grades, though, so he must be learning something somewhere. Maybe it's all that brain food (read "Doritos") that he's finding in our cupboards?
Well, I'm off to bed now, trying to rest up and re energize for all that the next week encompasses: school, soccer, soccer, school, stake activities, school, soccer, and more stake activities. Somewhere in there I should probably try grocery shopping (got to keep those kids fed, you know, with brain food). I might actually try and see my husband a time or two, as well. But it'll probably only happen if he shows up to school, soccer, or a stake activity!
Hope your week is equally normal as ever. Love you always and forever.
Keri
Life around here is the same old, same old. That's not a bad thing-not by a long shot. It's just not much to write about.
Here are some tidbits about the nothing much that has been happening in our lives, just in case you're life is equally same old, same old, and my same old, same old is at least different enough from your same old, same old to be somewhat interesting to you...
Lane, as you know, got his mission call. He had troops of friends around as he opened the large white envelope. With great anticipation Lane opened that large white envelope, and silently scanned the words with his eyes before reading out loud, "You have been called to serve in the Oklahoma City, Oklahoma mission....Spanish speaking."
Silence.
Then laughter. Lots of laughter. I don't think it occurred to any of us that there actually was a mission in Oklahoma. Let alone Spanish speaking!
I wanted Lane to do an impression of Steve Martin as Ruprecht in "Dirty Rotten Scoundrels," or to sing a bar or two from "Oklahoma the Musical." Then there really would have been some laughter! I doubt, though, that he knows either of those shows. Pity. Think I have time to educate him? I've got until June 13th...
Speaking of educating, school is still going well for me. I mean, I think it's going well. I also think I am observed an awful lot, so maybe things aren't as great as I think they are? My principal has been in to observe, people from the district have been in to observe, even the school superintendent came in with the principal once for a brief moment or two to observe. Yikes! That about made me pee my pants!
School seems to be going well for Joshua, too, at least it has been ever since the school psychologist worked her magic (thank you, school psychologist, for working your magic). Things seem to be going well after school, as well. Joshua has bunches of friends over almost daily to do homework and study. Mostly it seems that their homework involves jumping on the trampoline and eating whatever food they can forage around here. Joshua has great grades, though, so he must be learning something somewhere. Maybe it's all that brain food (read "Doritos") that he's finding in our cupboards?
Well, I'm off to bed now, trying to rest up and re energize for all that the next week encompasses: school, soccer, soccer, school, stake activities, school, soccer, and more stake activities. Somewhere in there I should probably try grocery shopping (got to keep those kids fed, you know, with brain food). I might actually try and see my husband a time or two, as well. But it'll probably only happen if he shows up to school, soccer, or a stake activity!
Hope your week is equally normal as ever. Love you always and forever.
Keri
Sunday, February 12, 2012
CORRESPONDING
Dear Mom and Dad,
Here I am again, true to my two week writing plan...(plan? Ha! You know as well as I do that I never plan! That would smack of effort!) Here is the latest juicy tidbit of my life:
I met two Keris in two days. That never happens! I have met Carries and Kerrys and Carys and Karis, but seldom have I met another Keri. There was one, however, at the social studies conference I attended this Saturday (whoop, whoop for exciting weekend events). Seeing a matching appellation on her name tag, I went up and introduced myself. I even tried out the good, "Keri is so very..." bit from the old lotion commercial (believe me, she looked old enough to remember it).
She stared at me like goo on gum. She wasn't one bit impressed with me nor my tag line.
Fate brought me another chance, and I met a Keri yet again tonight at a church meeting. This woman looked fun and friendly, not to mention hip enough to remember good tv ads with her name in them, so I dared try the Keri lotion thing again.
Nothing. Nada. Crickets chirped a chorus or two. What's up with that? Am I the only Keri fascinated (make that fixated) with the lotion that bears our name? Additionally, why is it, do you suppose, that all the Keris I am meeting are about 20 years older than I? Could it be that you bequeathed me with a vintage name?
I've got it now: Keri is so very...generational. You can call me Norma.
Good night, my sweet parents. Before bed I'm going to go moisturize with some of my favorite lotion. Perhaps you've heard of it? Norma is so very...normal. I mean, Cordelia is so very...cordial. Or was it Beatrice is so very...balmy? Oh, I know: Hazel is so very...healthy.
Love Always,
Your eldest daughter,
Mathilda
Here I am again, true to my two week writing plan...(plan? Ha! You know as well as I do that I never plan! That would smack of effort!) Here is the latest juicy tidbit of my life:
I met two Keris in two days. That never happens! I have met Carries and Kerrys and Carys and Karis, but seldom have I met another Keri. There was one, however, at the social studies conference I attended this Saturday (whoop, whoop for exciting weekend events). Seeing a matching appellation on her name tag, I went up and introduced myself. I even tried out the good, "Keri is so very..." bit from the old lotion commercial (believe me, she looked old enough to remember it).
She stared at me like goo on gum. She wasn't one bit impressed with me nor my tag line.
Fate brought me another chance, and I met a Keri yet again tonight at a church meeting. This woman looked fun and friendly, not to mention hip enough to remember good tv ads with her name in them, so I dared try the Keri lotion thing again.
Nothing. Nada. Crickets chirped a chorus or two. What's up with that? Am I the only Keri fascinated (make that fixated) with the lotion that bears our name? Additionally, why is it, do you suppose, that all the Keris I am meeting are about 20 years older than I? Could it be that you bequeathed me with a vintage name?
I've got it now: Keri is so very...generational. You can call me Norma.
Good night, my sweet parents. Before bed I'm going to go moisturize with some of my favorite lotion. Perhaps you've heard of it? Norma is so very...normal. I mean, Cordelia is so very...cordial. Or was it Beatrice is so very...balmy? Oh, I know: Hazel is so very...healthy.
Love Always,
Your eldest daughter,
Mathilda
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