Monday, June 27, 2011


Primary, Sharing Time (which really consists of teachers saying shhhhhh.... about a 100 million times):

Teacher:  W.W. Phelps wrote the song 'Come, Come Ye Saints'.

Child:  Ohmygosh!  Is he related to Michael Phelps?

I don't know, maybe they do look alike afterall....

Friday, June 24, 2011

Gotta Have It

Evidently when I was little, I had a thing for Cookie Monster.  "Mama said" I threw a fit in the store, and would not lessen my hold on the furry blue creature.  She had to pay a ton of money in order to get me out of the store before someone called child services.  When I saw that I won, I was quiet for about five seconds with my monster in tow.

I'm happy to reveal that I'm over the stuffed animal stage of my life, but I'm definitely NOT over cookies.  And I. never. will. be.  Because why bother.  Cookies & me, we go together.
Hey look Ma - it's cheaper than it was in 1977!  Ker-azy!

Fast forward to a lovely Barnes & Noble outing with a precocious two year old walking around the store looking for things his height.  This book on trucks spoke to his two year old heart and there was no parting with it.  No discussion, no persuading, not even a quick peek at the price tag was granted. 
That kid tucked the book under his arm like a football, twisting and turning and faking us out until TOUCHDOWN, he's at the front of the store handing it over to the clerk.

Besides, how could you possibly say no to a face like this:

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Grandfather's Day

Some little rascals stole my thunder... and my dad.  Sharing never felt so good.  (Hallmark moment).

Late in the Game

New favorite TV Show:
Best Guest Star appearance (so far):
Parker Posey:  You have like a million flyaways right now.  Did you want a mirror?  Or a self-help book?
New crush:  Adorable!

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Where my Fashion Sense Matriculated From...

Here's my Daddy.  This picture was taken after he checked himself
into the hospital during our 2009 Up North trip.

Yes, he really wore the Dr. Mario pants to the hospital.  It was a small hospital,
but Northern Minnesota can handle these types of fashion atrocities.  They
are used to it, what with all the flannel and overalls that abound.

Love you Dad.  My wardrobe and sense of style will never, ever
be normal.  And that's ok.  I'd rather be quirky than boring.


Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Da Boys

Doz Ker-azy Boys

Gotta love them
and hug them
and kiss them
and squeeze them
(but not too hard, because we
all know the story
of the unfortunate hamster,
I SQUEEZED him!').

Friday, June 10, 2011

He Likes More Glass for His Money

Marla:  Dad - they are having the special offer again for free glasses if you order online.  Jana & I can help you pick some out.

Dad:  Just ordered a pair from Sam's.  They had a special on President Benson glasses.

Nice to know someone remembers such a great man. 

I bet, however, that if he were here he'd
have some updated glasses.  Just sayin'. 

Love you Dad!

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Deep Thoughts: Wizard of Oz

"...if I ever go looking for my heart's desire again, I won't look any further than my own backyard; because if it isn't there, I never really lost it to begin with."

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Ding Ding!

 What do you get when you combine fun friends, bikes, todiefor weather and Lake Calhoun?
Happiness!  We went on a 30 mile bike ride, from Eden Prairie all the way to freaking Lake Calhoun in Minneapolis.  It was lovely.  I'll do it again after my bum recovers. 
I need to get in gear to do a 100 mile bike
ride with the famous & amazing
In the meantime, I'm shopping for
some items to pimp my ride.
Since it's Reva's bike,
she will reap the benefits too.
Ding a ling a ling!

Monday, June 6, 2011

Best Torte in the Twin Cities

Now I can't really say this with complete honesty because I haven't had the insanity to try EVERY torte in Minnesota, but what I can say is that it is the BEST flourless chocolate torte I have eaten in my WHOLE LIFE.

Try it.  You'll like it.  And you'll want more. Mine disappeared into my mouth in the CAR.  I was left with some crumbs in my lap and some chocolate in the corners of my mouth, just how Emily likes it.

Right now, there is a special being offered at CrowdCut.  Click here for the link.

2.99/slice (amazing price)
chocolate cookie crust (no-brainer)

Make it even better:
Add raspberry sauce on top with fresh berries

Friday, June 3, 2011

Isn't it Ironic, Dontcha think?

The dreaded callings in the LDS church in no particular order....

Nursery leader
Girls camps director
Seminary teacher
Relief Society president

Everyone fears them, no one wants to do them.  Everyone wants to be released, or choose another calling. There seems to be only one exception:  Seminary.  Once you get called, you realize how wonderful it is and you never aspire to another calling for the rest of your life.  Why?

It stretches,
makes you want to poke your eye out,
makes you laugh & cry (sometimes at the same time),
endears you to the youth,
attaches you to the scriptures so you might as well wear a fanny pack,
teaches patience, endurance, courage,
fills you up until your joy is untameable,
reaches every corner of your life,
changes your view of the world,
drowns out monotony,
enriches the soul,
makes things sacred,
give you hope to be better.

And so many more things.  I think back to when I was first called to be a seminary teacher.  I knew it was coming and I didn't think I could do it.  A few things were mixed up and the stake supervisor got to me before the Bishop had extended the calling.  It was an adventure from the start. 

Now three years later, I sat across from the Bishop's counselor after the release and said "are you kidding me?! no way!".  They had to pry the calling, so to speak, out of my clenched fists.  Because that's how callings work as we are in and out of many during our lifetime.  It's a form of molding done, by the Lord himself.  It's a lengthy process, sometimes painful, but most often joyful. 

When I start to think I know best, I think of the Current Bush

“How could you do this to me? I was making such wonderful growth. I was almost as big as the shade tree and the fruit tree that are inside the fence, and now you have cut me down. Every plant in the garden will look down on me, because I didn’t make what I should have made. How could you do this to me? I thought you were the gardener here.” That’s what I thought I heard the currant bush say, and I thought it so much that I answered. I said, “Look, little currant bush, I am the gardener here, and I know what I want you to be. I didn’t intend you to be a fruit tree or a shade tree. I want you to be a currant bush, and some day, little currant bush, when you are laden with fruit, you are going to say, ‘Thank you, Mr. Gardener, for loving me enough to cut me down, for caring enough about me to hurt me. Thank you, Mr. Gardener.’”

The message I gather is this:  you can't boss God, nor should you.  He always knows best as He sees the grand beautiful picture of what we can become.  It should be liberating instead of terrifying. 

I'm working on it. Meanwhile, it's clip, clip, clippity clip...