Well, we're back from the game. Home Suite Home! It was a lot of fun up there in the Coca-Cola sky box, but I couldn't see staying for the whole evening, being as it's a holiday and all. . . . We do have children who might need a little supervision. . . especially since they're staying up till midnight and beyond. Personally, I think Mama will be hitting the hay about elevenish, like normal, but it's better that we're home. I'm just too old for this kind of thing. 14 exhausting hours of dealing with our seven children, and my ever loving husband, is just a little too much for me. I burn out around 7:30 pm, I think my personality goes to sleep at about eight. : ) Plus, you know the song. . . "Baby, it's cold outside." Ain't it though!
Good night all. See you next Year! : )
Monday, December 31, 2007
New Year's Eve
My husband Charlie's got 2 tickets to the Jazz game in the Coke Suite tonight, at the once-upon-a-time Delta Center here in Salt Lake. Yay! I love the Coke suite! It's always catered, and you always have a great view of whatever it is that you're watching. Over the years we've been to Basketball games, Disney on Ice, Hockey tournaments, etc. It's great fun. : )
Our little girl Laena is probably gonna babysit for our 'date'. We'll take the baby of course. I can't leave him yet. Not until he figures out the stairs. Laena' so funny. I was trying to tell her about it, but for some reason my tongue got tied in a knot, and she said:
"Yeah, yeah. You're going to some game. . . where a ball is thrown. . . Yippee." I guess she wanted to party it up with her friends. I don't think so, Little Miss Silly. She actually asked us if she could have a guy friend of hers over 'to help her babysit'. I just about fell off the couch laughing. I don't know if you've ever seen our daughter, but if you can imagine Britney Spears meeting Marilyn Monroe, you'd maybe have some idea of why we'd prefer her not to have boys over when we're away. Ha ha ha! Ho ho ho! : ) Someday she'll understand.
Last night she also asked me the age old question, dreaded by parents everywhere. . .
"Mama! Can I borrow your car?" Again, ha ha ha, hee hee hee. The audacity of that child. Well, you know what they say. . . Kids that age will push their limits every chance they get. Our girlypoo is certainly no exception! Oy. But hey, that's okay! Me and my hubby are going on a date! Hee hee hee hee hee! Haaaappy New Year!
Our little girl Laena is probably gonna babysit for our 'date'. We'll take the baby of course. I can't leave him yet. Not until he figures out the stairs. Laena' so funny. I was trying to tell her about it, but for some reason my tongue got tied in a knot, and she said:
"Yeah, yeah. You're going to some game. . . where a ball is thrown. . . Yippee." I guess she wanted to party it up with her friends. I don't think so, Little Miss Silly. She actually asked us if she could have a guy friend of hers over 'to help her babysit'. I just about fell off the couch laughing. I don't know if you've ever seen our daughter, but if you can imagine Britney Spears meeting Marilyn Monroe, you'd maybe have some idea of why we'd prefer her not to have boys over when we're away. Ha ha ha! Ho ho ho! : ) Someday she'll understand.
Last night she also asked me the age old question, dreaded by parents everywhere. . .
"Mama! Can I borrow your car?" Again, ha ha ha, hee hee hee. The audacity of that child. Well, you know what they say. . . Kids that age will push their limits every chance they get. Our girlypoo is certainly no exception! Oy. But hey, that's okay! Me and my hubby are going on a date! Hee hee hee hee hee! Haaaappy New Year!
Go Linus! / Vote for Bob!
With all this talk about politics lately, I can't help but think of last year and possibilities lost. Sigh.
Now don't get alarmed. . . I've sworn off political commentating. Evidently I have rather strong, passionate views that tend to freak people out a little bit.
Pshaw. I mean c'mon. Wasn't it an 'idealistic' world that the Founding Fathers were inspired to create? Let's review some of their writings and see if we can find some strong, passionate views. . . . Ya. Righto. Anyway, guess I'll do like Linus Van Pelt and refrain from discussing religion, politics, and the Great Pumpkin. . . But where's the fun in that?! : )
Last year, one of our neighbors thought about running for Congress, against incumbent Chris Cannon. The posters were printed up and everything when he had second thoughts and decided to back out. Or should I say bow out gracefully. He does everything gracefully. It would've been a very close race. To give you an idea, this well respected, reputable man was formerly mayor of West Jordan, Utah, LDS Mission President down in South Africa, record-breaking BYU quarterback, etc. You do the math. He would've been a powerful force. I was so disappointed when he decided not to run. I guess he didn't want to move to Washington. Darn it. I don't know. Rumor had it that back in the day he just wasn't excited about all the corruption in government. He's a very honest, upright, sensitive soul, and I think the dishonesty saddened him. Me, personally, I definitely would've voted for Bob Roberts! Either way, we've been blessed to have had the pleasant association of him and his lovely family. And since he decided to stick around town, we get to have the benefit of whatever miracles he's working around here locally. Guess I can't complain. Actually, (a bit of trivia), President Roberts was the first person we met when we moved out here to West Jordan. (ps he was stake president at the time) He was out walking, stopped to say hello, shook our hands politely/warmly and welcomed us to the neighborhood.
The neighborhood made a good first impression : ) We were happy to be here, and will probably end up growing old right here in our 'starter home.' I'm sure there are worse things. . : ) You know what they say. . . Location, location, location.
You can't beat it. : ) Vote for Bob!
Now don't get alarmed. . . I've sworn off political commentating. Evidently I have rather strong, passionate views that tend to freak people out a little bit.
Pshaw. I mean c'mon. Wasn't it an 'idealistic' world that the Founding Fathers were inspired to create? Let's review some of their writings and see if we can find some strong, passionate views. . . . Ya. Righto. Anyway, guess I'll do like Linus Van Pelt and refrain from discussing religion, politics, and the Great Pumpkin. . . But where's the fun in that?! : )
Last year, one of our neighbors thought about running for Congress, against incumbent Chris Cannon. The posters were printed up and everything when he had second thoughts and decided to back out. Or should I say bow out gracefully. He does everything gracefully. It would've been a very close race. To give you an idea, this well respected, reputable man was formerly mayor of West Jordan, Utah, LDS Mission President down in South Africa, record-breaking BYU quarterback, etc. You do the math. He would've been a powerful force. I was so disappointed when he decided not to run. I guess he didn't want to move to Washington. Darn it. I don't know. Rumor had it that back in the day he just wasn't excited about all the corruption in government. He's a very honest, upright, sensitive soul, and I think the dishonesty saddened him. Me, personally, I definitely would've voted for Bob Roberts! Either way, we've been blessed to have had the pleasant association of him and his lovely family. And since he decided to stick around town, we get to have the benefit of whatever miracles he's working around here locally. Guess I can't complain. Actually, (a bit of trivia), President Roberts was the first person we met when we moved out here to West Jordan. (ps he was stake president at the time) He was out walking, stopped to say hello, shook our hands politely/warmly and welcomed us to the neighborhood.
The neighborhood made a good first impression : ) We were happy to be here, and will probably end up growing old right here in our 'starter home.' I'm sure there are worse things. . : ) You know what they say. . . Location, location, location.
You can't beat it. : ) Vote for Bob!
Friday, December 28, 2007
Geek Squad Dilema
The boy here is doing it again. He's making me buy episodes of Avatar off of iTunes in exchange for chores or loose change. One of the episodes stopped in the middle of downloading. We couldn't seem to get it started up again. Naturally I called my husband the computer man (geekmeister) at work again. He knows more about this kind of thing than anyone else I've met. Not wanting to mess with it, he transferred me to some guy in operations who's s'posed to be the iTunes guru. The yayhoo couldn't seem to figure it out.
Charlie was back on the phone again. "The Geek Squad here is being less than helpful. . . " he pointed out.
"Are you kidding? We don't pay for anything. . . " I heard someone say in the background. Okay. We'll leave that alone. : )
Such adventures we have here at the homestead. I need to become more savvy. : ) Oh yeah.
Watch out Baby. ; )
Charlie was back on the phone again. "The Geek Squad here is being less than helpful. . . " he pointed out.
"Are you kidding? We don't pay for anything. . . " I heard someone say in the background. Okay. We'll leave that alone. : )
Such adventures we have here at the homestead. I need to become more savvy. : ) Oh yeah.
Watch out Baby. ; )
The Box Man
Earlier a FedEx truck pulled up in front of our house. Our 5 yr old, Jeffy, of course saw it and yelled
"It's the Box Man again!" Ah, the Box Man. Code for UPS guy usually."It's a white Box Man! And he's coming to our house!" Yay!
Puzzled, I asked "A white Box Man?"
"Yeah. He has a white truck." Of course.
Jeffy opened the door, and I dragged the box inside. It was tall and oblong, up on it's end, and had a big sticker that said "Truckin' " on the side.
What a surprise. Charlie got a small Christmas bonus a week or so ago, and I guess we know what he spent it on. I called him at work.
"The Box Man came again. . . . This time it was Fed Ex."
"Really?" He was so excited. "It's Christmas. . again!"
"I bet you wanna come home for lunch now, don't you."
"Ooh, I do!"
"Sure, now you wanna come home!", I said, remembering earlier this morning. ("Honey, I don't have time for breakfast. . I really have to get to work.")
"Aww. You know I want to come home and talk to you. . . . " I wasn't buying it. Sigh.
Anyway, we know Charlie will be having fun later. : ) Yippee. This Holiday stuff doesn't seem to be ending any time soon. Now we've gotta come up with creative ways to dispose of all the wrapping paper, etc. And then there's New Year's. I thought about going to First Night Utah downtown, but after almost freezing to death at the 'Zoo Lights' last night, (I'm pretty sure some of us experienced frost bite), I'm beginning to think that staying home and ordering pizza might be a better idea. Especially with a bunch of little kids. We'll see. Brrrr. Cold, cold, cold.
Our 15 year old twins are going on a 'Winter Campout' tonight. What an oxymoron! Does this sound stupid to anyone else? Let's go out and freeze ourselves . . in the name of Scouting. . .for FUN! I don't get it. Maybe it's a Mommy thing. I've never understood why the Scouts insist on torturing themselves by sleeping outside in the middle of Winter. . . Silly, silly, not real bright. Somebody could freeze to death! It's just not practical. Anyway, I disapprove.
Charlie pointed out that the three big kids (our 'triplets') will all be gone for a few hours later tonight. . . Hmmm. Tommy might want to catch a movie. . . Where could we dump off the other 3? We could spend a quiet evening at home! : ) Yeah, right. Who doesn't have plans, and would want to watch a bunch of riotous, bouncy little kids, instead of sipping hot cocoa by the fire? Not very realistic. It might be different if there was a Grandma factor, but she's 13 hundred miles away, and not likely to fly in and rescue us. . . We've never really had family close by. . . At least not family that would watch the kids.
Maybe if we whine a little more, they'll retire and move out here, so we can finally get some babysitting goin' on.
Uh-huh. Maybe after our first 3 or 4 kids are half way through college. . . .
Righto.
"It's the Box Man again!" Ah, the Box Man. Code for UPS guy usually."It's a white Box Man! And he's coming to our house!" Yay!
Puzzled, I asked "A white Box Man?"
"Yeah. He has a white truck." Of course.
Jeffy opened the door, and I dragged the box inside. It was tall and oblong, up on it's end, and had a big sticker that said "Truckin' " on the side.
What a surprise. Charlie got a small Christmas bonus a week or so ago, and I guess we know what he spent it on. I called him at work.
"The Box Man came again. . . . This time it was Fed Ex."
"Really?" He was so excited. "It's Christmas. . again!"
"I bet you wanna come home for lunch now, don't you."
"Ooh, I do!"
"Sure, now you wanna come home!", I said, remembering earlier this morning. ("Honey, I don't have time for breakfast. . I really have to get to work.")
"Aww. You know I want to come home and talk to you. . . . " I wasn't buying it. Sigh.
Anyway, we know Charlie will be having fun later. : ) Yippee. This Holiday stuff doesn't seem to be ending any time soon. Now we've gotta come up with creative ways to dispose of all the wrapping paper, etc. And then there's New Year's. I thought about going to First Night Utah downtown, but after almost freezing to death at the 'Zoo Lights' last night, (I'm pretty sure some of us experienced frost bite), I'm beginning to think that staying home and ordering pizza might be a better idea. Especially with a bunch of little kids. We'll see. Brrrr. Cold, cold, cold.
Our 15 year old twins are going on a 'Winter Campout' tonight. What an oxymoron! Does this sound stupid to anyone else? Let's go out and freeze ourselves . . in the name of Scouting. . .for FUN! I don't get it. Maybe it's a Mommy thing. I've never understood why the Scouts insist on torturing themselves by sleeping outside in the middle of Winter. . . Silly, silly, not real bright. Somebody could freeze to death! It's just not practical. Anyway, I disapprove.
Charlie pointed out that the three big kids (our 'triplets') will all be gone for a few hours later tonight. . . Hmmm. Tommy might want to catch a movie. . . Where could we dump off the other 3? We could spend a quiet evening at home! : ) Yeah, right. Who doesn't have plans, and would want to watch a bunch of riotous, bouncy little kids, instead of sipping hot cocoa by the fire? Not very realistic. It might be different if there was a Grandma factor, but she's 13 hundred miles away, and not likely to fly in and rescue us. . . We've never really had family close by. . . At least not family that would watch the kids.
Maybe if we whine a little more, they'll retire and move out here, so we can finally get some babysitting goin' on.
Uh-huh. Maybe after our first 3 or 4 kids are half way through college. . . .
Righto.
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