tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80115057035497671262024-03-05T04:49:48.788-08:00Myers ManorBill, Jenny, BJ, Taft, Ammon, Carson and Heber MyersJenny and the Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10442295015493008433noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011505703549767126.post-8498317844401175472011-11-02T10:24:00.000-07:002011-11-02T10:25:28.737-07:00Carson's rocket<div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio4plAxr_oDVi0mXAdXG4gUHmM4RAcnLHQvtyvKkC2QPVqBZvbxI-nBUzcYKMnAXiwgyax_wVYPw9Uy-2RboB0F7rLFb0k9QJryKMFrudwcBtyH90B1IjSU8aScBFdGpZNm0GU5YaCGec/s1600/DSCN5352.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio4plAxr_oDVi0mXAdXG4gUHmM4RAcnLHQvtyvKkC2QPVqBZvbxI-nBUzcYKMnAXiwgyax_wVYPw9Uy-2RboB0F7rLFb0k9QJryKMFrudwcBtyH90B1IjSU8aScBFdGpZNm0GU5YaCGec/s400/DSCN5352.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br />The 6th grade makes a rocket every year and shoot them off. Carson has been so excited, for about 5 weeks solid he has drawn designs, put it together, changes this or that. It seemed like every minute of everyday he had that rocket at the table adjusting something or another.<br /><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJkrIp6Qqk8IxErpPIQa_LuuE-7Sd0Dqxegbj9bYLNy6gYsYylx8V2j2qtMfu_tFwx34GQdtdw71sEGM1n3YDof8_G3gbFhmwyM9jtA2Fl1Gkz_2gT4dvs0wztjuEoVtAc-nxjmxqskVw/s1600/DSCN5357.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJkrIp6Qqk8IxErpPIQa_LuuE-7Sd0Dqxegbj9bYLNy6gYsYylx8V2j2qtMfu_tFwx34GQdtdw71sEGM1n3YDof8_G3gbFhmwyM9jtA2Fl1Gkz_2gT4dvs0wztjuEoVtAc-nxjmxqskVw/s400/DSCN5357.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><br />He had me come to when they set it off. It must have been a big deal because I was one of the only parents there and once I got there his teacher had him do his. Everyone in 6th grade said hello and seemed excited to see me. It seemed like I was everyone' audience. <br /><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdC4G8c2gvPptFc4FJvhLXA3ET5yruwt4sqm7jUs4fDq-n1JzToHg2d6D3VNDDvYtFXXhbKPp_6UEYjM3A1o_sqlRQjkHIm5Kx6cDHVgafjyzb-gN8WNqT6kRsEOcNxbmsX7LanwjAm5c/s1600/DSCN5358.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdC4G8c2gvPptFc4FJvhLXA3ET5yruwt4sqm7jUs4fDq-n1JzToHg2d6D3VNDDvYtFXXhbKPp_6UEYjM3A1o_sqlRQjkHIm5Kx6cDHVgafjyzb-gN8WNqT6kRsEOcNxbmsX7LanwjAm5c/s400/DSCN5358.jpg' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><br />The first attempt something went wrong, it just flopped over. I think Carson was so devastated. I was sad for him because Carson had worked so hard and part of their grade is if it will lift off, and everyone only gets 1 try. His teacher, Mr. Brough explained that something went wrong with the compressor. The second time Carson's rocket flew really, really high. I don't know for sure how they could tell, but I thought his flew the highest. His teacher said the one before flew just a bit higher. I'm sure it is just mother prejudice, but I thought his flew higher. But Carson's rocket separated and his parachute deployed the best. Most of the ones that flew high didn't have their parachute deploy. <br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhls5cT-7b7VVpSpX1QDLawzB_YVXz0AJ6ht-LPD8A55m6OsMCx2t1R7V-oVpIryo5fv9YB4u9j8VQkdqkbf2a5108m0_VBOd92qR-KcjBhv-wbjILaSZz_0UVOMMV-fh0CqmH53n5pino/s1600/DSCN5346.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhls5cT-7b7VVpSpX1QDLawzB_YVXz0AJ6ht-LPD8A55m6OsMCx2t1R7V-oVpIryo5fv9YB4u9j8VQkdqkbf2a5108m0_VBOd92qR-KcjBhv-wbjILaSZz_0UVOMMV-fh0CqmH53n5pino/s400/DSCN5346.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><br />When they were done the teacher said anyone who's parent came gets to launch theirs again, which was only Carson by that time. His 2nd time it even went higher. It was fun to see all the kids come up and congratulate him. Carson was walking on air and so excited.<br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsiVvL44TWFhfIFOH4njlD-DoDGs58BoPM90bH79mOBNOUG_1P3A12LIUgtzUtJsRHiEdWq1rd6G4ZIcJSZL6ZcR1s5Cojx8H0lZ0kVzmOlTf01aCcAxtpKO5bG-sySfVZFshN96t5nRQ/s1600/DSCN5354.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsiVvL44TWFhfIFOH4njlD-DoDGs58BoPM90bH79mOBNOUG_1P3A12LIUgtzUtJsRHiEdWq1rd6G4ZIcJSZL6ZcR1s5Cojx8H0lZ0kVzmOlTf01aCcAxtpKO5bG-sySfVZFshN96t5nRQ/s400/DSCN5354.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Jenny and the Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10442295015493008433noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011505703549767126.post-49150677648926365882011-08-17T14:47:00.001-07:002011-08-17T14:47:19.783-07:00It's my own faultI love to search around my friends blogs and see what they have written and am always so excited when they have. People haven't been blogging as often as my fix demands and I get so excited when I see a new post. I should respond more often when they post things and I was thinking that probably for that reason and the fact that I don't blog very often I really don't have an excuse to complain so I am going to do better. (hahaha, at least that is what I'm telling myself).
<br />We have been crazy busy and I have a self-imposed deadline of having the house done by the time to kids go back to school . . . well they go back on MONDAY, like in 4.5 days!!! UGH, where did the time go. Actually I know where some of the time went, driving kids to work and to the park for lunch and laundry and dishes.
<br />Now that I've come up and got a little frustration out I can go back down and wash more wall-paper off the walls so I can finally paint Carson and Heber's room. They picked green and silver (they weren't trying to pick Slytherin colors, even though upsetting Taft is a happy by-product for them). Jenny and the Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10442295015493008433noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011505703549767126.post-84545200909882152152011-07-10T14:14:00.000-07:002011-07-10T14:48:17.456-07:00BJ's senior year<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnbz3sEqcyhe3fw7Dky2wn0HLCzTiMjUiDsK_Og_M5NImYy_Ry_KvdTV7VrZGfWRiEi3VCzAgs1OcLjUNiyR4jtz6zjK0NollcfhIivdbzctBRvZtjT68tvX4rNajJdYnPhdRZgBf9zJ4/s1600/BJ%2527s+senior+pictures1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnbz3sEqcyhe3fw7Dky2wn0HLCzTiMjUiDsK_Og_M5NImYy_Ry_KvdTV7VrZGfWRiEi3VCzAgs1OcLjUNiyR4jtz6zjK0NollcfhIivdbzctBRvZtjT68tvX4rNajJdYnPhdRZgBf9zJ4/s400/BJ%2527s+senior+pictures1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627843787480576642" /></a><br /><br />I lost my mom when BJ was 3 and since then I have had huge pressure (self imposed) to make sure that I have the house done, letters and memories and scrap-books for my kids done and to be prepared just in case. <br />I haven't finished hardly anything and here I sit with my baby about to turn 18, his senior year and as he likes to remind me "<span style="font-style:italic;">depending on what happens after my mission, this could be my last summer at home, my last birthday at home, my last 4th of July (fill in the blank).</span><br />I am so not ready and don't have things the way I would like them and I'm out of time. We went to get his senior pictures taken. <br />None of my kids like their picture taken and they aren't very good at it. The last time I took them to get their pictures done was when Heber was a baby, it was such a disaster I had to drag all 5 of them out of there fighting, crying and screaming (the boys, that is).<br />BJ and I had a such great time together, just the 2 of us.<br />While BJ was getting his picture taken he would look at me each time they snapped a picture and I kept thinking that for the rest of my life when I see these pictures I am going to know that while he was looking ahead to the future he was also looking at me. It was my own personal feeling. He had his picture taken in about 6 different rooms and in a few different outfits. In between each room we would have to go back into the waiting room. While we were there we would talk about all sort of different things and how bored he was. <br />By the time he went into the final room which he put on a cap and gown I was gone into my own little space of thinking of my mom, thinking of my memories and thinking of him as a little boy. I was very discreet and he was none the wiser but as he put on his cap and gown I just bawled. No one saw and I was very careful not to embarrass him (although I may have because I snapped a few of my own pictures) but I'm so not ready for my babies to grow up. <br />That being said, I am very proud of them. I am very proud of BJ. He is his own man. He sometimes is difficult because he knows what he wants and doesn't succumb to pressure, but in some ways that is a good thing. He has really matured and is very good with little kids. He knows what he wants out of life (which I am sure will change and mature). <br />Now if I could just get him to work on his hand-writing, not being the biggest procrastinator and clean his room it would be great.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">GOOD LUCK ON YOUR SENIOR YEAR BJ . . . I LOVE YOU!!<br />The greatest thing in the world is to be a mom.</span><br />Now I need to really get busy on finishing the house and scrap-booking and not being a procrastinator myself (I wonder where he gets it from?!?!)<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Jenny and the Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10442295015493008433noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011505703549767126.post-39805525256350742122011-01-08T21:54:00.000-08:002011-01-08T22:02:04.544-08:00My helper AmmonThanksgiving was awesome this year. All the boys had a different assignment and we were all making different things. I had Ammon help by taking some pictures since I was really busy going from person to person helping. It wasn't until the next day that I looked at the pictures he took. There was one of me that is hideous, one of Bill that was a little better but then tons and tons of up close pictures of food. mostly food in the preparation state not even done . . .<br /><br /><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic_94U0U4-1dTtxKXGKGc1OsSlqwYCfQvy5YwnbyhkxJihsa4gClin0GnMtDwLkrGMj3q6MKXbUp1TCsLcVdbjmykOqREpgEYLIbK_xwt1ESYU-V3iKzaSmZZOPhWKn75s6dZ-7cCFJbA/s1600/CIMG0094.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic_94U0U4-1dTtxKXGKGc1OsSlqwYCfQvy5YwnbyhkxJihsa4gClin0GnMtDwLkrGMj3q6MKXbUp1TCsLcVdbjmykOqREpgEYLIbK_xwt1ESYU-V3iKzaSmZZOPhWKn75s6dZ-7cCFJbA/s400/CIMG0094.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br /><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir7GVyhspa152x1a9k1KsP025HjvMxwGF4-bXKXoXF8ZwUhn9VdBRTIAH-yK2suSyI-DyB8U8qpizAyemSexfCiF3CVJPZZvRL84QsIdABHYIx8jbIGGUAoWpD59_qaXJ664mVyikuDeA/s1600/CIMG0096.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir7GVyhspa152x1a9k1KsP025HjvMxwGF4-bXKXoXF8ZwUhn9VdBRTIAH-yK2suSyI-DyB8U8qpizAyemSexfCiF3CVJPZZvRL84QsIdABHYIx8jbIGGUAoWpD59_qaXJ664mVyikuDeA/s400/CIMG0096.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br /><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxPPSKv5yML2QPF-LTAvOixfvTs46De4YC7Fs_jtsPGQKE85fLJhZr_6VBdP34ILlEDqvFmerM1HdOGmQdMXaw5LyfIPfT3wRGyfTFkhjJ5tJXG4hJBCgHVFC7CD0OkqPebCZrUFV8-eM/s1600/CIMG0097.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxPPSKv5yML2QPF-LTAvOixfvTs46De4YC7Fs_jtsPGQKE85fLJhZr_6VBdP34ILlEDqvFmerM1HdOGmQdMXaw5LyfIPfT3wRGyfTFkhjJ5tJXG4hJBCgHVFC7CD0OkqPebCZrUFV8-eM/s400/CIMG0097.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br /><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqankVeoILpKmBZ9xfTvv4Z6rS_K8FN-qF4XJapHAKZTGZrWP0NM99rkHchE8R2By516va-QEndRsOmAM0w-FCUURCY6DCORUBP0jyjpp1UKKz1sMnc3SDQFxeO-nvV7ZI43chLTctEe0/s1600/CIMG0098.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqankVeoILpKmBZ9xfTvv4Z6rS_K8FN-qF4XJapHAKZTGZrWP0NM99rkHchE8R2By516va-QEndRsOmAM0w-FCUURCY6DCORUBP0jyjpp1UKKz1sMnc3SDQFxeO-nvV7ZI43chLTctEe0/s400/CIMG0098.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><br /><br />. . . and one very important picture of himself. A self portrait.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicanHKTeANu1E-POUXLx0AtQ6qXBDMHzKTBTHhrsaJ8joo4t3ZuZzh8ecwcJhmO5hESaTO8TdJITBHKl_tv6GISz81cL7Ht-990J0Lsn5sbUvdfos1k1n1Y2_J-fK0rQqxvHC6emNrzTs/s1600/CIMG0107.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicanHKTeANu1E-POUXLx0AtQ6qXBDMHzKTBTHhrsaJ8joo4t3ZuZzh8ecwcJhmO5hESaTO8TdJITBHKl_tv6GISz81cL7Ht-990J0Lsn5sbUvdfos1k1n1Y2_J-fK0rQqxvHC6emNrzTs/s400/CIMG0107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560061007586297586" /></a>Jenny and the Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10442295015493008433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011505703549767126.post-7337385847510671122010-12-11T08:52:00.000-08:002010-12-11T09:13:09.695-08:00my little boys think they are big boysThe problem with having a big span of kids is that the little boys get exposed to things much earlier then the older boys do. They have good examples for the most part, but they do enjoy all the movies the older boys do. I think that other kids their age would be scared by Harry Potter for example, but they love it. <br />Our family really enjoys watching Hawaii 5-0. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPswwk8uIHNbTZNo34wHTSq3Zm1jwC4EBZV8DEE21qcrg_KXQbHQryDY2JamWCQK35VbEiy1WJ4wAQYBkdNTNGEFJWrxAMFxwdTpw_Sn7-Gpda5BRO3ZuZ5bTwxQbjtEijH-SLpL0mXEk/s1600/CIMG0071.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPswwk8uIHNbTZNo34wHTSq3Zm1jwC4EBZV8DEE21qcrg_KXQbHQryDY2JamWCQK35VbEiy1WJ4wAQYBkdNTNGEFJWrxAMFxwdTpw_Sn7-Gpda5BRO3ZuZ5bTwxQbjtEijH-SLpL0mXEk/s400/CIMG0071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549473194182984370" /></a><br /><br />It is on Monday and because of Family Home Evening we don't watch it until a later day. It is Carson and Heber's favorite show. They were playing police today and I asked them if they were Hawaii 5-0 and who was "Dan-o and who was Steve" they both informed me that they were on a "swat-team" not "HPD" or the "5-0 group" but if they were in 5-0 Heber would be Dan and Carson would be Steve minus the tattoos and they wouldn't be swearing. <br /><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQOVx7iQN-eS9yk4-lZdMAuWbxf4u7M04fVQjX-DyNZZa20LulkkIubGTrZfAA14cYJ5VQVm7KbaA-z6G6w_KKB44e8V3nYsc0c7T6WEEypidfY8aP2wJVco-dTLF_5pz_yUXFe5nWmpY/s1600/CIMG0070.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQOVx7iQN-eS9yk4-lZdMAuWbxf4u7M04fVQjX-DyNZZa20LulkkIubGTrZfAA14cYJ5VQVm7KbaA-z6G6w_KKB44e8V3nYsc0c7T6WEEypidfY8aP2wJVco-dTLF_5pz_yUXFe5nWmpY/s400/CIMG0070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549473184286116562" /></a><br /> So even though they are way too grown-up at least they pay attention in family home evening.<br />I love being a mom!!Jenny and the Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10442295015493008433noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011505703549767126.post-76391942600442263122010-11-08T11:40:00.001-08:002010-11-08T12:16:58.523-08:00A pile of mushy gooBill has been doing very good on his diet and exercise. I'm really proud of him. We don't have enough to buy new suits so we need to hit the lottery, he needs to be released or I need to learn how to tailor suits (right now I don't see any of those things happening).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmi1_y8mgjk8U2JcqVzinQIGV8qkbvJb7c2jvvRxdVwvybHk4mABV6hje7NSqTaTWN6rxSe99gCuTBd608Oy9ANDzl9p-yolICo6IXaZClPLNQZ06hDhfcP5KNy0jzOyEvl7kiaxNllgg/s1600/CIMG0074.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmi1_y8mgjk8U2JcqVzinQIGV8qkbvJb7c2jvvRxdVwvybHk4mABV6hje7NSqTaTWN6rxSe99gCuTBd608Oy9ANDzl9p-yolICo6IXaZClPLNQZ06hDhfcP5KNy0jzOyEvl7kiaxNllgg/s400/CIMG0074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537273725268841186" /></a><br />I have NOT been on a diet or an exercise routine, but as a side effect of Bill's efforts and turning things down and being more active I have lost about 10 pounds. You CANNOT see it. We all went to the pumpkin patch last week with my in-laws and I was in some pants that haven't fit for a while, feeling rather good about myself and WHAM I download the pictures and UGH I look just as terrible as always.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzNlk1IkUv5sn0Oa9lS8bkFzSiSUuediU06O8lpDRVmLTu_K24n1jR9K7iBudIMLrtFKaLmdVHFUHYkuN-8K_-J2o8pGzmf2XbPeU3kLiYLIgGtKSBZNAUBzM1xScPc1LLLhyphenhyphenxpVquF0c/s1600/CIMG0034.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzNlk1IkUv5sn0Oa9lS8bkFzSiSUuediU06O8lpDRVmLTu_K24n1jR9K7iBudIMLrtFKaLmdVHFUHYkuN-8K_-J2o8pGzmf2XbPeU3kLiYLIgGtKSBZNAUBzM1xScPc1LLLhyphenhyphenxpVquF0c/s400/CIMG0034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537271857825212706" /></a><br /><br />Anyway, this morning was my big plan. I ran all the car-pool kids around; 9 different kids, 4 different schools, 8 trips (you do the math, it doesn't quite add up but forgotten lunch money etc makes up for the extra) and afterwords I headed for the gym. <br /><br />This is my first trip to the gym in a long time (probably a first by myself).<br />I began with a lesson in technology, I first had to learn how to request a machine and guess how much time I would use said machine, there wasn't a button for out of shape have no idea what I'm doing or how long I will last before I fall on my face. <br /><br />I selected 15 minutes thinking that would give me enough time to learn how to work the machine. I tried for almost 10 of those minutes to get it to turn on when Miss Perky Gallore next to me showed me how, I think she set it for Schwarzenegger mode and I began. I lasted 3 minutes and 41 seconds including my cool down period which consisted of trying to turn the machine off because Miss Perky had left the building and trying to locate something to wipe down the machine while Mr. Big muscles waited impatiently.<br /><br />I headed to the pool and swam 1 lap, midpoint I realized I was in the deep water which normally wouldn't worry me, but since I couldn't breath and felt like my heart was swimming a few lengths ahead of me I thought I might drown. <br /><br />I started singing the "Dory" song just keep swimming and finished. Bobbed in the water for what seemed like forever and swam back. I could probably swim better if I put my face in the water but I have to take a deep breath to shower and just can't put my face it so I tried the back stroke and made it back to the other side. Sat in the hot tub for a bit and then finished up with a total of 6 laps, showered and took my tomato face out of there. <br /><br />I was way too hot and sweaty to put my shoes on (I'm not a fan of shoes and my feet are claustrophobic) so I walked out in the freezing rain to my car, which was parked about a million miles away. <br /><br />I didn't realize there were a ton of other moms that hit the gym after dropping their kids off at school. By the time I got to the car my feet felt like they had frostbite.<br /><br />If anyone needs anything I will be the pile of mushy goo laying on the floor with a bright red face.Jenny and the Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10442295015493008433noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011505703549767126.post-71792287474390064602010-10-25T09:39:00.000-07:002010-10-25T09:58:27.608-07:00Sometimes over confidence doesn't pay off<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT4tZ1-M04b_XtrzmcJDHBfSOULsvJa3OXwwo_eI1rAZWJy3X9XQY9SNRP6V5ERS3M2aSO0PjUHZilSomRS3qIrm3gObZqw1xv1ul5law_pm3umu85uQWQd7-Pm1rfyYj2Mq_Wyrp4M3Y/s1600/CIMG0050.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT4tZ1-M04b_XtrzmcJDHBfSOULsvJa3OXwwo_eI1rAZWJy3X9XQY9SNRP6V5ERS3M2aSO0PjUHZilSomRS3qIrm3gObZqw1xv1ul5law_pm3umu85uQWQd7-Pm1rfyYj2Mq_Wyrp4M3Y/s400/CIMG0050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532027578606383122" /></a><br /><br />Ever since I have know Bill and his family they have talked about the time that Bill's mom made a mixture of flour and water to make Bill and his friend Mike a mummy. Bill's mom was so worried at the time that she had caused permanent wrinkles in Mike. She would laugh about it. <br />Saturday because we are in such a huge mess at our house trying to finish the basement I couldn't find our Halloween costume box anywhere. I even ventured up in the attic, which is something I've never done. It was no where to be found and Carson and Heber had a Halloween party. Carson isn't easily swayed to something he has his heart set on and wasn't having the old stand-by "sports fan" and didn't like my idea of going as "smiley-boy" so I jumped right in.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitHLZ0o3dzDouDqc1kQoGTNnRhBBTGo3sydbFHU1r8hyphenhyphenobDXZ9HAN3JGaX7dyhCogW3_dYljNTJPqASvIl5zsKNILn10dtgdvQwU6z6gQuKlf6d0KUJoHhgKkNzGo_2B3Ci54YTpf_8K4/s1600/CIMG0039.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitHLZ0o3dzDouDqc1kQoGTNnRhBBTGo3sydbFHU1r8hyphenhyphenobDXZ9HAN3JGaX7dyhCogW3_dYljNTJPqASvIl5zsKNILn10dtgdvQwU6z6gQuKlf6d0KUJoHhgKkNzGo_2B3Ci54YTpf_8K4/s400/CIMG0039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532027565719852514" /></a><br />I ripped apart an old table cloth and while Bill wrapped him all up I made a mixture of flour and water. He looked great and was really happy with it.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu5fYFDNTxPyI8bSlnDcynEdugH2tVmMWg5KPmkSZKJ_JvYlhkyWNMgzikQ6QyJvt8KZ2CwGR78tEwl64TMlj79fxGKKO2iHXFXqMZ6Ot3vRNldZX5YhkEKRQA_67f0xe6fk-VJZsYznA/s1600/CIMG0047.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu5fYFDNTxPyI8bSlnDcynEdugH2tVmMWg5KPmkSZKJ_JvYlhkyWNMgzikQ6QyJvt8KZ2CwGR78tEwl64TMlj79fxGKKO2iHXFXqMZ6Ot3vRNldZX5YhkEKRQA_67f0xe6fk-VJZsYznA/s400/CIMG0047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532027582917352930" /></a><br /><br />Heber went as Batman (the last year that costume is going to fit anyone, he practically had to be poured into it). <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBIBicfJ2zVOURUirVGRDUPuXEdqEuP1EImAO614MsE6ltIk4XDt_SvCugbEbqh2L821eAgioBTXj5aHy1XJ1sQNVMyLEmA2r7YhxiMRf4QDRVKB05gpuKqtGSAMYJojN6vBBaBjmY4mo/s1600/CIMG0041.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBIBicfJ2zVOURUirVGRDUPuXEdqEuP1EImAO614MsE6ltIk4XDt_SvCugbEbqh2L821eAgioBTXj5aHy1XJ1sQNVMyLEmA2r7YhxiMRf4QDRVKB05gpuKqtGSAMYJojN6vBBaBjmY4mo/s400/CIMG0041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532027567170412978" /></a><br /><br />They had a great time, but Carson had a fake smile on his face and seemed a little distraught. Once I started questioning him I discovered why. Without moving his lips or unblinking at all he said he couldn't move his face at all. He hadn't been able to blink at all in the 3 hours he was at the party and could only eat part of a piece of pizza and when he drank it ran down his mouth because he couldn't move his mouth.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqse22khN9RJL6RltdTprQE_w6GJAvQqOCrWhA2gBJk_F0Lz_Au5joPjRSfBTSP5WZ5L9Grh07GKhyphenhyphennJ8ZDCFEVBHMzEv_SKBIyqSXmPyjxrL8JH3YmdOyNZVl8RwqhourxjNjISU7Cbg/s1600/CIMG0046.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqse22khN9RJL6RltdTprQE_w6GJAvQqOCrWhA2gBJk_F0Lz_Au5joPjRSfBTSP5WZ5L9Grh07GKhyphenhyphennJ8ZDCFEVBHMzEv_SKBIyqSXmPyjxrL8JH3YmdOyNZVl8RwqhourxjNjISU7Cbg/s400/CIMG0046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532027594114537106" /></a><br />I'm sure the neighbors are going to turn me in for child abuse. He had to take a long bath to get it off and his face was red for the rest of the night. I should probably do research before I try out something I just heard about.<br />He sure looked cute though.Jenny and the Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10442295015493008433noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011505703549767126.post-46340456779615014762010-09-11T09:40:00.000-07:002010-09-12T16:01:51.974-07:00RememberingMy kids were 7,5,4 & 1 when 9/11 happened. I was glued to the TV for days and days. We drove to the capital and around where they had make-shift memorials. I didn't realize how much the kids were paying attention while they played until they started being really scared and praying every night that the bad guys wouldn't be able to get to them. I only watched after that when the kids were in bed or away for some reason. I became a news junky and would miss sleep watching the news.<br />My kids started everyday at 9:11 when they noticed the clock and just let out one big scream and say it's 9/11. They only do it if they happen to notice and then once they got older stopped. Carson who was 1 at the time still kept doing it and eventually Heber. This morning I brought all the kids around the computer and we went on Utube and watched a few tributes and some news clips of 9/11 and were able to talk about it. <br />Luckily the older ones don't really remember the terror and the things that they remember aren't as scary as they had once been. Carson watched with interest, but said that he knew some things about it. BJ was surprised at how many people have told him that George Bush hired the terrorist to do that so he could go to war. Taft and Ammon have watched a lot about it at school and so were really aware but amazed at some of the pictures.<br />Heber was most surprising of all. He just said "Is this really why I scream 9/11 everyday? I didn't know anything so horrible could happen in America and I'm so glad I never lived in New York even though I wanted to when I was a kid" (He is 7 and in my mind still very much a kid). I'm really glad we had the opportunity to talk about it, set some things straight and remember all those who were sacrificed and lost.<br />It's hard to believe it has been 9 years. Thinking of all that was lost and all those whose lives were changed. <br />I'm grateful for the hero's that day that while others were leaving they were heading up the towers and those on the plane in Pennsylvania.<br />I'll always remember and am very grateful for the country that I love.Jenny and the Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10442295015493008433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011505703549767126.post-63216713419963735372010-08-08T10:16:00.000-07:002010-08-08T10:36:26.309-07:00Carson's 10th Birthday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2xkVV6pUjPbsPjsAiazwN00vUHwNxe0a5ZV0MiG-KfiLt_HOZ_IpmUOi96nkGUpR7yi-T5Zy41aqtUcjuLlOyKSmyCtPCn6Vkz86_n5bzlB44N09RW4c_n7Hh_QXd_HGoOODFeNtxCIY/s1600/CIMG0013.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2xkVV6pUjPbsPjsAiazwN00vUHwNxe0a5ZV0MiG-KfiLt_HOZ_IpmUOi96nkGUpR7yi-T5Zy41aqtUcjuLlOyKSmyCtPCn6Vkz86_n5bzlB44N09RW4c_n7Hh_QXd_HGoOODFeNtxCIY/s400/CIMG0013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503089943508471058" /></a><br /><br />Carson is 10!! I've been terrible at blogging and doing anything scrap-booky or record wise. We are finishing our basement and I've been putting all my focus on that.<br />Carson had a great day. He wanted a penguin cake. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitMSvUAsS2sVpVtxRJZpEwJnxITPEorbWfPXIqvh8XRvwTEv6sJoCm7OlROvHpPf9QR1oV6H80ISF7TGlfiRyqr-JkEOXuZV6esUjbbnq0GmQxgkg4HRelZ-8fMo9NjCj3rYepatzQhrU/s1600/CIMG0051.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitMSvUAsS2sVpVtxRJZpEwJnxITPEorbWfPXIqvh8XRvwTEv6sJoCm7OlROvHpPf9QR1oV6H80ISF7TGlfiRyqr-JkEOXuZV6esUjbbnq0GmQxgkg4HRelZ-8fMo9NjCj3rYepatzQhrU/s400/CIMG0051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503091417959662930" /></a>Not sure why, he kept going back and forth on different animals, but he loves to do penguin dives (He puts his arms straight down to his side and jumps straight up and then down into to water. He has had years of practice and is pretty good. So penguins have become one of his favorite animal). I had no idea how to make one and it turned out to look more like an owl because I couldn't find my black food coloring and had chocolate frosting. He was happy with it so I guess that is all that matters.<br /><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHyvC4j1cxyYKGE5EqNrE4GNaIsVr4tG3Wga63H84kpv88ztZNq646wXG3cVUNeh4qjeqitTK8Bej3AcLpBZIKFFxbsevSGDzStIc1ynsbnFbgpnVvKP-j4VvyqVZmjYVG8mt1T8lvS6c/s1600/CIMG0041.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHyvC4j1cxyYKGE5EqNrE4GNaIsVr4tG3Wga63H84kpv88ztZNq646wXG3cVUNeh4qjeqitTK8Bej3AcLpBZIKFFxbsevSGDzStIc1ynsbnFbgpnVvKP-j4VvyqVZmjYVG8mt1T8lvS6c/s400/CIMG0041.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><br />Now that the kids are getting older it is harder to think of more things about them but here goes. <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">10 things I love about Carson</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibUjicFFQ8A9YG1HpzRLlbyslTFE0S4LVZCfIWSjfukENlHs9ju1gSwzqPjY_Px4aO9egU2YLDrYeuLbOn_dizwXBuSjFkvyHBrcju9baLrbB0cOeB3lJxBqn2OTVoTdLyzlotHIIeJf4/s1600/CIMG0007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibUjicFFQ8A9YG1HpzRLlbyslTFE0S4LVZCfIWSjfukENlHs9ju1gSwzqPjY_Px4aO9egU2YLDrYeuLbOn_dizwXBuSjFkvyHBrcju9baLrbB0cOeB3lJxBqn2OTVoTdLyzlotHIIeJf4/s400/CIMG0007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503091419330206194" /></a><br />1. Carson loves his family.<br /><br />2. Carson knows how to laugh. Sometimes I think he practices because he likes to do goofy laughs.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfkb_xXSWb8Ba02baQi2bnwFiwitJ6caKyRu7Vkz8-s0uOdU5ZFV4buwCWR362sEkqLcfCVgmBmcqnxreJhtnhk_uklqbkrGyg0tM0nkjflT2PvqQaVQsjJz_yBdlhTZEkDYJAFp-ba1o/s1600/CIMG0009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfkb_xXSWb8Ba02baQi2bnwFiwitJ6caKyRu7Vkz8-s0uOdU5ZFV4buwCWR362sEkqLcfCVgmBmcqnxreJhtnhk_uklqbkrGyg0tM0nkjflT2PvqQaVQsjJz_yBdlhTZEkDYJAFp-ba1o/s400/CIMG0009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503090908336138066" /></a><br /><br />3. Carson loves his friends. He has a lot of friends, but has the ability to make friends anywhere he goes.<br /><br />4. He doesn't really like video games. I think this is a good thing. Sometimes it is a hard thing because everyone else does. <br /><br />5. He loves, loves, loves the outdoors. He can play with a stick outside and be happy. He will be outside almost every chance he gets.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxbA2rm8ttG2TN5tGxLciYpVeHVDFuB5JEBF39uOKqy0sc_J2uoPdzC9SGi-0jKK3R-BWCnC5GISJnZXhaxYM3h_8jIoAo5pzmyKRnogBKDOa4rQQgbf6mH8df-Kh-yTlnO_Jhziey9G8/s1600/CIMG0017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxbA2rm8ttG2TN5tGxLciYpVeHVDFuB5JEBF39uOKqy0sc_J2uoPdzC9SGi-0jKK3R-BWCnC5GISJnZXhaxYM3h_8jIoAo5pzmyKRnogBKDOa4rQQgbf6mH8df-Kh-yTlnO_Jhziey9G8/s400/CIMG0017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503093498552307138" /></a><br />6. As mentioned about he doesn't like video games and loves to be outside and so he can entertain himself for hours. I think that he can make himself satisfied with anything.<br /><br />7. He has a strong testimony of the church. He loves the Joseph Smith story. One of the most powerful times I ever heard the story of Joseph Smith was when Carson was only 3 or 4 and he heard the story in primary. He was telling me as we were driving to the store and Heber was asleep. The spirit was so strong and he told it with such conviction you couldn't help but to know it was true just by listening to him.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW4pzVfP9F4p3hORWw1dQVkhGXLYt0qNcEYyqb1o_ctVet8J1x7L6w_5LKDy95jkN5tSSH07SBT6ZWIEx34XcxhbzJ22eGcmfnbMTSo1CfrJMraIhwHdacl-k2MvS1RxJiGOduyTpvqHs/s1600/CIMG0023.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW4pzVfP9F4p3hORWw1dQVkhGXLYt0qNcEYyqb1o_ctVet8J1x7L6w_5LKDy95jkN5tSSH07SBT6ZWIEx34XcxhbzJ22eGcmfnbMTSo1CfrJMraIhwHdacl-k2MvS1RxJiGOduyTpvqHs/s400/CIMG0023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503090318376830546" /></a><br />8. He is a perfectionist. This is a good-bad thing. He really tries to make things just right. This is nice once he gets done, but sometimes he takes so long getting there. He struggles in school a little, but not from knowledge and ability, but he has to have everything just perfect. He probably uses more eraser then lead.<br /><br />9. He is considerate. We eat at the park for lunch a lot of times during the summer. It is free for kids. I usually don't eat at the park. I will either eat before or after. They are really strict about adults not eating the free lunch, but Carson has such a hard time with me not eating. He constantly tries to sneak me food. I've gotten so I always bring something and eat it there so that it doesn't upset him so much.<br /><br />10. He is such a blessing to our family. He loves his family and I love being his mom. I love when he has been to an activity or field trip because he will come home and tell me everything he did.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I LOVE YOU CARSON!!</span>Jenny and the Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10442295015493008433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011505703549767126.post-61822189156696170082010-03-04T16:27:00.000-08:002010-05-10T12:15:50.462-07:004 things Tag...<br />Judy tagged me along time ago. I am terrible at blogging even though I love to see when others blog. I'm never sure if I just share WAY too much or what I say is going to sound terrible and dumb. I don't like putting myself out there, but do way too often.<br />So, here's my tag of 4 things.<br /><br />4 shows I like to watch: <br /> * <span style="font-weight:bold;">SURVIVOR</span>, I am a nut. I love this show. one of the few arguments Bill and I have ever had aside from how many kids we should have is when he said I just couldn't make it on Survivor. I really couldn't now, my health isn't good enough, but when he said that I so could have!!! I even filled out the application, but never sent it in. My boys would have loved it. My family I grew up in would have hated it because I sure I would have embarrassed them to the hilt. I'm sure I'm embarrassing them just admitting that I would have done Survivor.<br /> * <span style="font-weight:bold;">American Idol</span>, I casually watch this. It is usually on when Bill has bishopric meetings and the kids have scouts and young men's. So I get my pictures out and work on scrap-booking or read a book while it is on.<br /> * <span style="font-weight:bold;">Some soaps</span>, but I am very casual about this. I make myself nervous being the only one home and so I usually have the TV on for noise and I rarely even notice it is on, but it is amazing no matter how long it has been since I see one it is like I never missed anything. Makes you realize what utter trash it is. I probably wouldn't even say that I watch them.<br /> * <span style="font-weight:bold;">News stations</span> That's not a show either and I'm not sure it counts. Especially lately. I can't stand how it is no matter what station it is. There is constant corruption and bickering that I don't even know why I watch because it usually upsets me. I want to be able to know what is going on and keep challenging my mind, but it has gotten so I would just rather not even have it on. <br /><br />4 things I'm passionate about:<br /><br /> * My husband<br /> * My kids<br /> * Scrap-booking and crafts<br /> * Organizing, which sounds good, but is not. I'm not organized and keep thinking I need to do one more thing and so this is a huge detriment. It really should be thrown out, because it makes me feel like such a failure. It's still there though.<br /><br />4 phrases I say a lot:<br /><br /> * Holy moly<br /> * Good garbage<br /> * Curses<br /> * get your can in the van or get your can outta the van<br /><br />4 things I have learned from the past:<br /><br /> * Just enjoy and try not to make everything perfect. You will miss your life if you are always trying to make everything just right to be able to do things.<br /> * Enjoy the kids, even if the house is a mess or you have something more important. They are little for such a short time and you can't get that time back. Kind-of like the first one, huh?<br /> * It is better to say sorry, then I told you so. Even if you were right. <br /> * All you need is love. Corny but true. Love of your famiy, friends, God, church members, country.<br /><br />4 places I would like to go:<br /><br /> * Church history tour<br /> * England<br /> * California trip with the kids<br /> * Statue of Liberty, Washington monument, Lincoln Memorial.<br /><br />4 things I did yesterday (This is going to sound a lot different then everyday since it was Mothers day):<br /><br /> * Got to eat a yummy breakfast that I didn't make<br /> * Got to drive with Bill to church<br /> * Got to eat a yummy dinner and desert that I didn't make<br /> * Spent time with some of my best friends preparing Mothers day for all the ladies in the ward.<br /><br /><br />4 things I'm looking forward to:<br /><br /><br /> * A finished house<br /> * A room for all the paperwork, scrap-book stuff and sewing<br /> * Getting away for our anniversary, we celebrated our 20th a few years ago and haven't been able to get away for about 3 years. Hopefully this year!!<br /> * Getting caught up on scrap-booking<br /><br /><br />4 things on my wish list: (I really already answered this on what I look forward too, so this will be a big wish)<br /><br /> * To get out of debt <br /> * To be more healthy and loose weight<br /> * To not be behind, it seems like I rush everything and have to do things last minute because I'm not prepared)<br /> * Kitchen cupboards and more counter space.<br /><br />4 people I tag:<br /><br />(I'm not sure how to tag, or even how to do it. I wont tag Judy because I got this from her. I don't really know that many who even do a blog.)<br /><br /> * Andrea<br /> * Jeanna<br /> * Carolee<br /> * DianaJenny and the Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10442295015493008433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011505703549767126.post-66607894653724379522010-03-02T10:53:00.000-08:002010-03-02T11:25:09.988-08:00What's for dinner . . .Moms worst question EVER . . . what's for dinner. I hate that question. The worst time to be asked that question, while we are eating lunch. For cripes sake we aren't even done with one meal. Anyway last night for FHE (Family Home Evening) I asked everyone to come prepared with 10 meals that don't have to be their favorite, but just meals that they would complain about. They all took me seriously, I've given assignments before only to be blown off, but this they did. We had a great time going around the table and talking about things and memories we had of different meal and it actually turned out pretty good.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Ammon</span> of course had to put down funny (and disgusting things like haggis . . . which he has never had and I'm sure there would be complaining that night). Plus he had much more then 20.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Taft</span> is my pickiest and so he had a hard time finishing his list but few things surprised me. Mostly eggs with sausage, eggs with bacon, eggs with ham . . . he does like eggs.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">BJ</span> didn't have a problem, but none of his were easy meals. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Carson</span> had a hard time and every time someone mentioned something he wanted it added to his list, including haggis. I should make that just to show them, huh?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Heber</span> wouldn't let anyone help him and had to write his list out. I thought it was funny so here it is along with interpretations . . . <br /><br />1. <span style="font-weight:bold;">Pot sticker's!!!</span> (he wanted to make sure I added the explanation points)<br />2.<span style="font-weight:bold;"> spinich with breead or noodlis</span> (spinach artichoke dip & chicken ravioli with spinach)<br />3. <span style="font-weight:bold;">Ravelee</span> (Ravioli)<br />4. <span style="font-weight:bold;">hot wings</span> (Chicken tenders with Wingers sauce)<br />5. <span style="font-weight:bold;">nochoos</span> (Nachos)<br />6. <span style="font-weight:bold;">spoogety </span> (Spaghetti)<br />7. <span style="font-weight:bold;">spoogety tocos</span> (Spaghetti tacos - - whatever they might me, who knows)<br />8. <span style="font-weight:bold;">toco salid with doreetos</span> (Taco salad with Doritos)<br />9. <span style="font-weight:bold;">doreetos</span> (He must like Doritos)<br />10. <span style="font-weight:bold;">sheepperd pie</span> (that was close)<br />11. <span style="font-weight:bold;">hot wings</span> (He must like what he likes)<br />12. <span style="font-weight:bold;">kafaereeeo</span> (This one took me a minute . . . Cafe Rio)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Bill</span>'s list was in the form of an email. He started keeping track, mostly because of the complaining especially from Taft that we had spaghetti madness every other night. I know it was to help, but every once in a while when that is the most hated question, I hate to hear we have had that 3.5 times in last month. He actually doesn't say that. <br /><br />My goal is to have a menu a month in advance, we will see. I'm not making that menu public, they can still wait to see when it hits the table. I can only take so much complaining, I'm not going to hear about it a month in advance.<br /><br />I don't do too bad when I know in advance what I'm going to make, then if I change my mind last minute it is a conscious decision not a thrown together mad house.Jenny and the Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10442295015493008433noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011505703549767126.post-63960227229878919532010-01-22T08:33:00.000-08:002010-01-22T09:12:11.946-08:00Heber's 7th BirthdayHappy Birthday Heber!!<br />I can't believe Heber (my baby) is 7<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjMXpqph5Ri1V4NcJ1VRZ5XhMTsd_6ne71QiSRiJiSAcktGj-_BM_SM7W027bIxnSL_DL8VCvr5GgSNQ2z65q7x7KI1ASAVIL5MsvTZ2cg3oK2L2ySsgcIqExccRFWdXMqpX-ciMuSzfo/s1600-h/CIMG0035.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjMXpqph5Ri1V4NcJ1VRZ5XhMTsd_6ne71QiSRiJiSAcktGj-_BM_SM7W027bIxnSL_DL8VCvr5GgSNQ2z65q7x7KI1ASAVIL5MsvTZ2cg3oK2L2ySsgcIqExccRFWdXMqpX-ciMuSzfo/s400/CIMG0035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429609574261332162" /></a><br /><br />He REALLY, REALLY, REALLY wanted a horse cake because Horse and Heber both start with his favorite letter H<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_DKx646pc-MhfQT2k8tjcTUn4_0XEU8tat_sgsRHK1DzmitACsshZDLMsfcCKV3sIa9AzenlRwwHCRJQNGkQ4W5AcU1yuULltPw5IudDh0YCbPuOQ19OpBy294xh6BBvpet1-_kfM9z0/s1600-h/CIMG0040.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_DKx646pc-MhfQT2k8tjcTUn4_0XEU8tat_sgsRHK1DzmitACsshZDLMsfcCKV3sIa9AzenlRwwHCRJQNGkQ4W5AcU1yuULltPw5IudDh0YCbPuOQ19OpBy294xh6BBvpet1-_kfM9z0/s400/CIMG0040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429609992636610066" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB8IE3STCCSwmiI-TD_Ktk_VpTXm2-K0l47Zh8FhglmwPfotV0b6sCIQOsFD5xjwr8LtxdnECl9hZgBZf9F42TmVB3IXUcFAReSabNbNckfBm80ielripL-vZ1zftr-7FyYSklIqIOZ8o/s1600-h/CIMG0065.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB8IE3STCCSwmiI-TD_Ktk_VpTXm2-K0l47Zh8FhglmwPfotV0b6sCIQOsFD5xjwr8LtxdnECl9hZgBZf9F42TmVB3IXUcFAReSabNbNckfBm80ielripL-vZ1zftr-7FyYSklIqIOZ8o/s400/CIMG0065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429610007715824482" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDOcY4f7kT__dXabz-DA5B-OYoevaejx7eo5ScBET2LgyzMVyFWTJOZ3g0D4TngxpeUHGMg8gEQPB63lVdw7-Ya6GWm1hG5pv_LYHE_zJ-Ws3U8JIVGsgNyjit9kzGppzG3zI2ZSk7jdM/s1600-h/CIMG0042.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDOcY4f7kT__dXabz-DA5B-OYoevaejx7eo5ScBET2LgyzMVyFWTJOZ3g0D4TngxpeUHGMg8gEQPB63lVdw7-Ya6GWm1hG5pv_LYHE_zJ-Ws3U8JIVGsgNyjit9kzGppzG3zI2ZSk7jdM/s400/CIMG0042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429610001684038274" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />7 things about Heber (idea copied from Judy)<br /><br /><br />First, he makes friends easily and loves his friends. His brothers are some of his best friends (most of the time).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUsVfizTJYboG86R8atHCsJlx0ZGHx4DQRE5L9wYJE4FB-yu0AfB2X0zeGkZGXmSyTOJQHJVZtnZ5mAQ9m8xVURQI_oQRWvT6lrJ6YwUQLviXotFL0zngE5yFdk8ITfmBVu8BbEscqCEw/s1600-h/CIMG0070.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUsVfizTJYboG86R8atHCsJlx0ZGHx4DQRE5L9wYJE4FB-yu0AfB2X0zeGkZGXmSyTOJQHJVZtnZ5mAQ9m8xVURQI_oQRWvT6lrJ6YwUQLviXotFL0zngE5yFdk8ITfmBVu8BbEscqCEw/s400/CIMG0070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429611063501725074" /></a>Second, he loves his family and is quick to show his love.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP8HGAHHIq8nCxRJG3uw2BE_j5dIGVW-I20GZKmjlbUMcxi1I4kFrCUN-mVciFqvM5UgKMGFCYdRMEdGESMX2gv2xIKekv8XqqHCkfJqoBmzeeE1D_bmlsWGwBvf_AZ4U3hgRdniIKNWs/s1600-h/CIMG0057.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP8HGAHHIq8nCxRJG3uw2BE_j5dIGVW-I20GZKmjlbUMcxi1I4kFrCUN-mVciFqvM5UgKMGFCYdRMEdGESMX2gv2xIKekv8XqqHCkfJqoBmzeeE1D_bmlsWGwBvf_AZ4U3hgRdniIKNWs/s400/CIMG0057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429611056204156418" /></a><br />Third, along with that passion he also shows every emotion. Sometimes a little too honest and a little too quick to share every thought that pops in his head. That little wall that most people have in their head to stop every thought, yeah, he doesn't have that.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsugU_Bd96AAsAzzLPF2gRjyQMFooBQR2wuK37e6klTYQVvh7vd-CndQ93ZrqOBHvCjM1DPKgtHuZf_Y2i5hSvub_MPrZ0V1hiqmDKQuWD_FRfsCDYeEz5GLIwfn62lo6JH-502wWd54I/s1600-h/CIMG0052.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsugU_Bd96AAsAzzLPF2gRjyQMFooBQR2wuK37e6klTYQVvh7vd-CndQ93ZrqOBHvCjM1DPKgtHuZf_Y2i5hSvub_MPrZ0V1hiqmDKQuWD_FRfsCDYeEz5GLIwfn62lo6JH-502wWd54I/s400/CIMG0052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429611045915980114" /></a><br />Fourth, he enjoys to laugh. He always has. His laugh is infectious and not always at the appropriate time.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiorGzuZeNSuNxYsxDvZQOFB982NHoqy7G1JWF2DaQZJS_aPvriybCvTnQ0mMX5J3XoXH5ICUh6KoMUIsatgg2JU3X-Yy1y64nu0XKVrC_UtgZLt4jcAo8eXSh9CngGxL0ZZGeLD35sEzo/s1600-h/CIMG0055.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiorGzuZeNSuNxYsxDvZQOFB982NHoqy7G1JWF2DaQZJS_aPvriybCvTnQ0mMX5J3XoXH5ICUh6KoMUIsatgg2JU3X-Yy1y64nu0XKVrC_UtgZLt4jcAo8eXSh9CngGxL0ZZGeLD35sEzo/s400/CIMG0055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429611042647305138" /></a><br />Fifth, He is his own man. He is sure he can do everything everyone else does. Sometimes this is good, sometimes when he decides he can just do what he wants and we have no idea where he is. He likes to roam the neighborhood so I have to keep a close eye on him.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIJJfc7NDGQIE3tWo2S-SMsFbyqNyLPOoBJWRTw1-qZVsGRRInUgQ4RwtOuG4TNgVLW9SCR8NKXVCXNT-ZaL81y1ruMjKGlnChrmARpA-kvCNBkyIknb4Q2JQcs3_N6BUa1HduKOMrmPs/s1600-h/CIMG0045.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIJJfc7NDGQIE3tWo2S-SMsFbyqNyLPOoBJWRTw1-qZVsGRRInUgQ4RwtOuG4TNgVLW9SCR8NKXVCXNT-ZaL81y1ruMjKGlnChrmARpA-kvCNBkyIknb4Q2JQcs3_N6BUa1HduKOMrmPs/s400/CIMG0045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429611032807387890" /></a><br />6th, he is a smart boy. He loves reading and reads everything. I'm amazed when we read the Book of Mormon and some of the hard words that he just seems to know more then read. He is excited to get baptized next year. Wow, I'm not sure I'm ready to have my whole family old enough to be baptized.<br /><br />The 7th thing I love about Heber is how happy we are to have him in our family. I describe him as my cherry on top. I always felt like I just had one more baby to come and really felt strongly that I needed him to be in our family. I had to do some heavy duty talking to get Bill to agree, in fact Bill named him Heber (a name I wouldn't have picked but it was part of the wheelin' and dealin'). So if my life is a banana split Heber is the cherry on top. <br />I love, love, love being Heber's mom!!Jenny and the Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10442295015493008433noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011505703549767126.post-35542088477506868262009-11-02T13:30:00.000-08:002009-11-02T13:36:11.171-08:00Try'n to impress the ladies . . .Today was clean the messy pig sty of a bedroom no matter what . . . Carson and Heber have disappeared outside, in the TV room, around the block . . . lather, rinse, repeat . . .<br />We have nothing to show for it. I gave up and started working on our schedule/family home evening chart and heard them up in the bathroom talking about the great hair-do's they were going to do "try'n to impress the ladies". Here is what they came up with . . . <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxRQiwX8ZnCFZB8aCBL74xchsZOPIo4Q6B4PfYgwvDgDHx2q7mwSXAIWLm2XVeUK1Y5D0VKL2s5dIn8UiwtRv7_Pe_Wu4eeKD9pNrZ7YTNAnrM9E_eeMMjofEH2gq3b4CHkwGyf4xOkpM/s1600-h/092.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxRQiwX8ZnCFZB8aCBL74xchsZOPIo4Q6B4PfYgwvDgDHx2q7mwSXAIWLm2XVeUK1Y5D0VKL2s5dIn8UiwtRv7_Pe_Wu4eeKD9pNrZ7YTNAnrM9E_eeMMjofEH2gq3b4CHkwGyf4xOkpM/s400/092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399622799629100194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibr4LQdKUeCFo4hi4ALOkaYMOIEKnGqH3N52G85cUMt0sGCzLSAGxjzPveD1-F3aqaeJmBnU8O9A2bYPtNsIhM-zHDvZ6dnWUtwNeIBOeFo7ANaTamZvaGrdN9a-bnnoozx3LYUiQN90c/s1600-h/096.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibr4LQdKUeCFo4hi4ALOkaYMOIEKnGqH3N52G85cUMt0sGCzLSAGxjzPveD1-F3aqaeJmBnU8O9A2bYPtNsIhM-zHDvZ6dnWUtwNeIBOeFo7ANaTamZvaGrdN9a-bnnoozx3LYUiQN90c/s400/096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399622790656582690" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHdivvKyty8ga8SqHo-xJPxekUpTFMzKko4NLU2rf4NS3M94bm7Npp0xOp3RJ2stORY3l7tnVvC5JAJTVze9vsKvTuqYvlaU3TkhCo0yAN-wMkxaJlB8RpDvyvTDFKMbVWWbtu_9N92Wc/s1600-h/091.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHdivvKyty8ga8SqHo-xJPxekUpTFMzKko4NLU2rf4NS3M94bm7Npp0xOp3RJ2stORY3l7tnVvC5JAJTVze9vsKvTuqYvlaU3TkhCo0yAN-wMkxaJlB8RpDvyvTDFKMbVWWbtu_9N92Wc/s400/091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399622783205658402" /></a><br />Heber seemed so surprised that I would know what that means. So ladies? Does that do it for you?Jenny and the Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10442295015493008433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011505703549767126.post-82245424184852092812009-06-16T09:08:00.000-07:002009-06-16T11:12:16.056-07:00Christmas in June<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTX7IdeiAfneZKictPPjCrVFo6mqb1TbauTUjJiNJrxM2xjsR30HpDmLXFkte-uzbTM6e5cLM66eg7pLqoBE6fnO0CniF_kRzPfvlmOIEElZo9pjSbxbxuoSwxAIhPHSmLKcPWYppaaqY/s1600-h/New+Trampoline+122.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTX7IdeiAfneZKictPPjCrVFo6mqb1TbauTUjJiNJrxM2xjsR30HpDmLXFkte-uzbTM6e5cLM66eg7pLqoBE6fnO0CniF_kRzPfvlmOIEElZo9pjSbxbxuoSwxAIhPHSmLKcPWYppaaqY/s400/New+Trampoline+122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347981443822021186" /></a><br />This year for Christmas I finally broke Bill down and got a trampoline. I had always wanted one. We finally got one but it wasn't until a month or two before I got married. Bill has always worried about injuries and still does (I'm sure there is an "I told you so" with the first injury coming).<br /><br />Well we didn't have a place for it so we told the kids as soon as the weather broke we would finally finish the south side of our house so that we could put the tramp up. With the weather so weird this year and other things we didn't get the sod until may and had to wait a whole month to put the trampoline up. <br /><br />Luckily Heber is really good at math and has really grasped the concept of time and dates so we didn't have the question everyday of "is it today". <br /><br />And if we did it was from the other kids and Heber would inform them "no today is Monday June 1st, we can't put it up until June 15th, which is a Monday. In 2 weeks, which is 14 days. Unless you don't count today then it is 13 or if you don't count the 15th either then it is 12, but lets just count all the days and it is 14 days, 2 weeks". You get the picture so it has been a count down.<br /><br />Well D-day came, or I should say T-day. We had a really bad stomach flu last week, Carson missed all week at school. It wasn't really a throw up stomach flu, just intense stomach pains, leg aches, a really bad headache and fever. Most of us had it last week, well T-day came and it hit Bill really bad at work so he wasn't thinking we would be able to do it. Ammon's England research paper was also due and since he had been sick last week and so had I we weren't completely prepared. All that being said it didn't look like T-day would happen. <br /><br />Bill and the 3 oldest had to go and collect the flags from the neighborhood for flag day so I decided Carson, Heber and I would have the tramp set up by the time they got home.Once we got it out and organized in our little piles and began we were making good time.<br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZGlE_DRB3_AftLWeZahtliIoDBNQYvwZ_JoG-x-q6hMNQW6ZjgF9KBDqJm6gLveyNR6zT-KPuNuOL6RVO7zgf6whqNTUk8ImPiSCFu3CMr6fPbc8_Ivh6XDjXMzyQwo9IG19BolT5b2Q/s1600-h/New+Trampoline+002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZGlE_DRB3_AftLWeZahtliIoDBNQYvwZ_JoG-x-q6hMNQW6ZjgF9KBDqJm6gLveyNR6zT-KPuNuOL6RVO7zgf6whqNTUk8ImPiSCFu3CMr6fPbc8_Ivh6XDjXMzyQwo9IG19BolT5b2Q/s400/New+Trampoline+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347975836017591618" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRx9LmGtjL4sb4AQXJOhBKYPeEkjckhGMRDRCdeWU1gF-SjkDy1Fx6oMoU-W3xGRb_14yxlp7f6rCpRMpmonC6tgLlBWZUE2mocpUpYCpgUP04mJc8BMTecJx4hbezT2fivJY7CaTOHmU/s1600-h/New+Trampoline+004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRx9LmGtjL4sb4AQXJOhBKYPeEkjckhGMRDRCdeWU1gF-SjkDy1Fx6oMoU-W3xGRb_14yxlp7f6rCpRMpmonC6tgLlBWZUE2mocpUpYCpgUP04mJc8BMTecJx4hbezT2fivJY7CaTOHmU/s400/New+Trampoline+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347975833437443554" /></a><br /><br />Carson and Heber were getting along so well and were great helpers, then I hit step 4 in the instructions . . . You need 3 adults in good shape to set this up to avoid injury or death and to make it possible. Well we only had 1 adult in lousy shape and 2 little kids. We waited and waited and waited until Bill and the teens got home. <br />So here is my math 3 adults in good shape = 2 adults in bad shape, 3 teenagers in good shape and 2 little kids to cheer us on and hand us things.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE69ww273sSnBNjGALq07oTq2-RMOcCj4EdzTq8SyccEUnEFnpPqnZZ5fQXjJTAVG0ts8OS3-l3S_N2JYYc9ufxQcPbuC8-vANDBvNzAVwxVbmS37AnGL5flXTouc-VeE53XL59_ORONI/s1600-h/New+Trampoline+032.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE69ww273sSnBNjGALq07oTq2-RMOcCj4EdzTq8SyccEUnEFnpPqnZZ5fQXjJTAVG0ts8OS3-l3S_N2JYYc9ufxQcPbuC8-vANDBvNzAVwxVbmS37AnGL5flXTouc-VeE53XL59_ORONI/s400/New+Trampoline+032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347974534390651682" /></a><br />This is my favorite picture . . . <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLgZPuVs5OpqdWtOxtRdcsLci059AtmSCJY2EUz5TZ8VbYYDcj_h67jOiXMrdIIGt7TfRZoaBi93uEYvqdO0904Pv5rLJknN8DBGVG0hEwTsBEfjBbizjJs9KV8_yxuxvqjdwhsWZkzT4/s1600-h/New+Trampoline+034.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLgZPuVs5OpqdWtOxtRdcsLci059AtmSCJY2EUz5TZ8VbYYDcj_h67jOiXMrdIIGt7TfRZoaBi93uEYvqdO0904Pv5rLJknN8DBGVG0hEwTsBEfjBbizjJs9KV8_yxuxvqjdwhsWZkzT4/s400/New+Trampoline+034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347974532901393490" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Dl1SDNSqgY809g0z0-ZUeRMxSQnj28ucXRTnrDTB1tFqEq4amOJUyZKu0X09j8tWzMIWCswMtiZq54UkXiz1LUpX_Awe7SEd1JoyBQ_mOJ16dV-dxTnZomFKYxqx00R1FXhOp99uLmM/s1600-h/New+Trampoline+026.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Dl1SDNSqgY809g0z0-ZUeRMxSQnj28ucXRTnrDTB1tFqEq4amOJUyZKu0X09j8tWzMIWCswMtiZq54UkXiz1LUpX_Awe7SEd1JoyBQ_mOJ16dV-dxTnZomFKYxqx00R1FXhOp99uLmM/s400/New+Trampoline+026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347974525062722834" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLyDHFyWd9pwbZNoV2NM69XFJF8s1byNGb7_45-1PHxb8lUuQvW9EJ2V-4sNLFCReLRywx_tlq8hmxjHAYpVXhUai9RAvovjfp1tF8wHNZyWiRxva8eF6oRMtDSf1JD7WkYbBs2yBo40s/s1600-h/New+Trampoline+014.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLyDHFyWd9pwbZNoV2NM69XFJF8s1byNGb7_45-1PHxb8lUuQvW9EJ2V-4sNLFCReLRywx_tlq8hmxjHAYpVXhUai9RAvovjfp1tF8wHNZyWiRxva8eF6oRMtDSf1JD7WkYbBs2yBo40s/s400/New+Trampoline+014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347974519076416402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDrAtr-oLEJPKiATx_Cjg6biXfUiNslrT8lwC2MaM_JhkjjYSlAv47Ett5algROXtCvPOi0TRyO6yZyD5aj6YDmpXfbzzd02lJEwqOgo5dSHmTiDy6P7YQjsxJItWEeQD_xVwQs2_zJp0/s1600-h/New+Trampoline+027.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDrAtr-oLEJPKiATx_Cjg6biXfUiNslrT8lwC2MaM_JhkjjYSlAv47Ett5algROXtCvPOi0TRyO6yZyD5aj6YDmpXfbzzd02lJEwqOgo5dSHmTiDy6P7YQjsxJItWEeQD_xVwQs2_zJp0/s400/New+Trampoline+027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347974513144089426" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">WE DID IT!!</span> <br /><br />It was a little rough going for a while and with Bill so sick he had to rest part way through, but by that time we had figured it out and made good time. We didn't really realize there were so many different sizes of trampolines and got the biggest Walmart had and were disappointed at how small it was, but they kids have had a great time. They jumped until after dark last night and BJ, Carson and Heber were out at 7am this morning jumping. Taft slept in, he has hit the tired teen stage. <br /><br />And Ammon reluctantly finished typing up his research paper and putting it all together (he was only 2 or 3 minutes late).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha7Mxo3ZuMQvf51OlG_oN-s7qNG-jZzr7pangsfvDN5246zzZ22wtUwpDvFWoLA_wVHDCqHFyQYtNbhNhRonvUFkxfUI9G_cAAPqeV-8rd6l0UJZEydzYId9oLQMof4m4ICsY0C-Fx4oM/s1600-h/New+Trampoline+062.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha7Mxo3ZuMQvf51OlG_oN-s7qNG-jZzr7pangsfvDN5246zzZ22wtUwpDvFWoLA_wVHDCqHFyQYtNbhNhRonvUFkxfUI9G_cAAPqeV-8rd6l0UJZEydzYId9oLQMof4m4ICsY0C-Fx4oM/s400/New+Trampoline+062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347973140853710178" /></a><br /><br />All in all a pretty great Family Home Evening. I forgot to mention BJ was the lesson so he did the lesson while we put up the tramp and Ammon finished up his report.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">MERRY CHRISTMAS!! </span><br /><br />PS: My friend brought by a belated Birthday gift, not only the best lemon square ever made, but the best desert . . . (and the recipe). <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Here is some of the fun . . .</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqd3nU6qcN-ahSDayLzXySxiilyLfdfJmK7COJ8cOclACZZSgBZvzCX08-H8ef2KRc30-wGobseAZPUjbN41u83QeKfqVp3oVDI00BC67bGkBFyRJDeGko9vD2uuweFPlkBHDg0tFDz4/s1600-h/New+Trampoline+077.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqd3nU6qcN-ahSDayLzXySxiilyLfdfJmK7COJ8cOclACZZSgBZvzCX08-H8ef2KRc30-wGobseAZPUjbN41u83QeKfqVp3oVDI00BC67bGkBFyRJDeGko9vD2uuweFPlkBHDg0tFDz4/s400/New+Trampoline+077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347971658294389570" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqNmDIr-LyuL5Vgj2CaeZW0w2xzzrQ4vnzfM0ADEI-748U_he9LZcTd-1yv60CJd2AC2KpOCQYTfuYexf-8trtB3fFhSbFJoruvGBdpLBGVog8Q1XAs1cDwCRX2uNPOsygpe-gRz9tVXs/s1600-h/New+Trampoline+075.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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I hate going to my site and seeing the same pinewood derby pictures. Nothing against Carson, pinewood derby or anything like that but just a constant reminder that I am so behind on everything.<br />We got our yard done as much as we are going to do for a while and can now move back downstairs and start working on the basement. We finished the south side of our house that has never been done EVER. That side of the house was never done even when the house was built and we have never done anything with it. <br />When we built the garage we were going to extend the driveway out that way and have a big basketball court, but cement prices jumped though the roof and so have never had the money. For Christmas our family gift was a trampoline but didn't have a place for it so we tilled it, added a ton of dirt and laid sod last week. (The bishop was out of town so Bill had a free week, that I don't think he has had since he was put in the bishopric nearly 3 years ago and we took full advantage. We even slacked on everything, no homework and dinner at 10pm every night.)<br />We poured cement edging . . . <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijhj9BekqBIM1Ycq9_Tvawh86CSax5olAjC6KJe53kBCNih46jQ05B5mkb1dt1XX-YrAxN77OENd9P4CYMeHlQwjjPkc7jc83X_XeGu9JgKebDIcCLDmR9s5LAWp5E0exoEE2IGwGZNEI/s1600-h/5-2009+254.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijhj9BekqBIM1Ycq9_Tvawh86CSax5olAjC6KJe53kBCNih46jQ05B5mkb1dt1XX-YrAxN77OENd9P4CYMeHlQwjjPkc7jc83X_XeGu9JgKebDIcCLDmR9s5LAWp5E0exoEE2IGwGZNEI/s400/5-2009+254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337180206512400594" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHM8mQ7s_T_23YXSXd0DEYbIXXjO2SLqW8LgOrmmiOCG20M3YJwfopEFW1GHqRjHAJ0-OrSkw6ruu04ObNknSSwdM3M5et2Me17PHACeP2FsHj4pj7N1ntWO8sck68ymlM5dy6LZXgoGg/s1600-h/Yard,+sod+5-2009+018.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHM8mQ7s_T_23YXSXd0DEYbIXXjO2SLqW8LgOrmmiOCG20M3YJwfopEFW1GHqRjHAJ0-OrSkw6ruu04ObNknSSwdM3M5et2Me17PHACeP2FsHj4pj7N1ntWO8sck68ymlM5dy6LZXgoGg/s400/Yard,+sod+5-2009+018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337183384123613058" /></a><br />All the boys really helped (even after telling us they had a life and couldn't just work everynight.) 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpcM_NrgCzWIoyT5U7YFx2hWHipqfcmLhHjUuPunWnhgVgBkmOJjABPO2TPdqdbOUrUGTglhY31geaTYPELCivRzc5r_PnhIX2T9iF_QxF81o2JfuWKiMU3-1_Z3BVR-QTdz2CUN5hyphenhyphentU/s400/5-2009+232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337180208777975474" /></a><br /><br /><br />I am so excited. We also moved the dog run. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu9t7Cngkm-cwBiKIEawriaxCepCQNzYOZ0cOSTMYN52Rv0IlzVVAYHFdPj8XvEEhhzmBxlM-0R-_0icuhX3DT46u-ZHcKIssd40w8ILqhAy9MJPCNjqP8TSm6L5CehCr3IcjBSuG5cjY/s1600-h/Yard,+sod+5-2009+002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu9t7Cngkm-cwBiKIEawriaxCepCQNzYOZ0cOSTMYN52Rv0IlzVVAYHFdPj8XvEEhhzmBxlM-0R-_0icuhX3DT46u-ZHcKIssd40w8ILqhAy9MJPCNjqP8TSm6L5CehCr3IcjBSuG5cjY/s400/Yard,+sod+5-2009+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337182985655257874" /></a><br />I don't have a ton of pictures because we were trying to work so hard and fast and fix other parts of our yard that I gave the camera to Ammon and had him take a bunch of pictures and almost all of them are so close up all you can tell is cement and grass.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRMi20xqb6nJ-cNU2d02uZBYvRIGc5QBVg6VArh85H40zbt8l1qGgUXGVBE0kp1QBVaY-EvfuZukn5wg3uk86kKyRrBQPCsZWfrsOiQQip_d9W5JMR3qYIwttxQJxuPHsuUMw0cFZvThI/s1600-h/5-2009+262.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRMi20xqb6nJ-cNU2d02uZBYvRIGc5QBVg6VArh85H40zbt8l1qGgUXGVBE0kp1QBVaY-EvfuZukn5wg3uk86kKyRrBQPCsZWfrsOiQQip_d9W5JMR3qYIwttxQJxuPHsuUMw0cFZvThI/s400/5-2009+262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337180219601430322" /></a><br />Anyway, I am LOVING IT!!! We are taking the night off and going swimming as soon as Bill gets home from work for Family Home Evening.Jenny and the Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10442295015493008433noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011505703549767126.post-65251312862979138062009-03-29T16:07:00.000-07:002009-03-29T16:45:25.801-07:00Pinewood DerbyMaybe by the time we are done with all of Heber's pinewood derby cars we should be pro's, but we still haven't done one yet that was done before the night before . . . no matter how early we start working on them. <br />Carson was so excited for his car, he started drawing designs back in January.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUd4NpUubxliC1Ct4oIkIfkiyerUV46QkucX-HIKgG9aqNvyXroYs0TirzNDRsQb6fqh86-mkqSq-ASbJ3ZLzAVYW9jCO8TktKTIbt7UOgDb_0cVx2QNEpzMNbKGWZ2v4nP5l8hjl8zI0/s1600-h/007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUd4NpUubxliC1Ct4oIkIfkiyerUV46QkucX-HIKgG9aqNvyXroYs0TirzNDRsQb6fqh86-mkqSq-ASbJ3ZLzAVYW9jCO8TktKTIbt7UOgDb_0cVx2QNEpzMNbKGWZ2v4nP5l8hjl8zI0/s400/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318751126505543330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDxfdYZyB7dWfu_p7VsvHUTpDvm8oW2e3XFdkpDzqDGjzu8Vj44u-rSmRrxcovkdvI8LYXj8R7X8xjMs0LAWhiHXHt3Juv3eBWOgQ_jGBScbd_wgC-7LaI3iX-PqW4a9fEJCFphIZ641Y/s1600-h/014.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDxfdYZyB7dWfu_p7VsvHUTpDvm8oW2e3XFdkpDzqDGjzu8Vj44u-rSmRrxcovkdvI8LYXj8R7X8xjMs0LAWhiHXHt3Juv3eBWOgQ_jGBScbd_wgC-7LaI3iX-PqW4a9fEJCFphIZ641Y/s400/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318751118820598162" /></a><br /><br />He did a really good job and was so excited. He just kept saying "I don't think I will win, but I think I will have the coolest car". He named it Sixburg (as in Pittsburgh has won 6 championships, I don't think the Bronco's have that many). He came in second place.<br /><br />It was a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG night. BJ saved up to take his dad to a Jazz game and we had picked the night of the derby by mistake, because of the 5 Tuesdays in march. So since I am the primary presidency member over scouts and Bill is the bishopric member over scouts we we quite involved. It was surprising how many people were there and at the end it was only the cub master and her husband and me and my boys there forever cleaning up. It was a great night. Carson was so pleased and happy about his car doing well and having a great night. He was sad that his dad only got to see the first race and wanted to wait up for him to be able to tell him about the race. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijdCha1AmWGnX57RhfD8oySo6F62YLITwOgmykAefNKsoGErM1cIoJjw9LavamvZGf6gUfNO3T02rjDHgZagrQC2o21hwg6h-RN868TDrDK9jtS4wP4ghXHezeqGYZ5CnO5Aowrltzjw0/s400/086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318759777550948354" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgctSsVu-nuQxwgQ7loX_ysVVBlHFG6Hq-CyAxO2Ho7gbvEzwccK9XQwgDV6mTRlKgPsWvOPozlAHU97e6tRv39vBCFlgIJ44H-Fcl3T3spNK4CtK5vuXzkjQlb9URNo8y5w01MNlYF3xA/s1600-h/083.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgctSsVu-nuQxwgQ7loX_ysVVBlHFG6Hq-CyAxO2Ho7gbvEzwccK9XQwgDV6mTRlKgPsWvOPozlAHU97e6tRv39vBCFlgIJ44H-Fcl3T3spNK4CtK5vuXzkjQlb9URNo8y5w01MNlYF3xA/s400/083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318759772903778866" /></a>Jenny and the Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10442295015493008433noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011505703549767126.post-87963127723534714052009-02-27T15:07:00.000-08:002009-02-27T15:22:56.314-08:00I hope this isn't a trend . . .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLt-c16RqxhPFl7LsNcLke2BFnM4UpPy9y8_o5iHtFR5YK3AjecpSSgk43MLHonNEQ03CBHZIa-85PIbGcE2TbROsub2Ez39hJt2LMewE1VK1Jqp4cA8okkSwdRpIxwl4BLU-lALFacD8/s1600-h/DSC01441.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLt-c16RqxhPFl7LsNcLke2BFnM4UpPy9y8_o5iHtFR5YK3AjecpSSgk43MLHonNEQ03CBHZIa-85PIbGcE2TbROsub2Ez39hJt2LMewE1VK1Jqp4cA8okkSwdRpIxwl4BLU-lALFacD8/s400/DSC01441.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307621677420217154" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5exnaV3iFqThqWwP8I89xTlRVFO9il6VVAdP4ZTUwsFBmVWOB0uSHRYGbZ0_S5_FTsEujtbmYEb4KUB4IrnDonjhM04vUpvwL8Xl9WZKuHfgDIy3obeFc09u3VLJGgxlgKS9Zz138d3E/s1600-h/DSC01449.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5exnaV3iFqThqWwP8I89xTlRVFO9il6VVAdP4ZTUwsFBmVWOB0uSHRYGbZ0_S5_FTsEujtbmYEb4KUB4IrnDonjhM04vUpvwL8Xl9WZKuHfgDIy3obeFc09u3VLJGgxlgKS9Zz138d3E/s400/DSC01449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307618238417434114" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFvCKM-fPF10e06rOPpwmp3mLS-56LxuU4a-Yq86xL5DDELICNbdEx7qYTRuYxWYaIfGC4dZkY6BgQW50-GYBzAX5LkmYgSiobFCv85Hj70mqSWt9Kr1U2rrMfII-Fo5s654SZOGcrNQ8/s1600-h/Ammon's+science+fair+002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFvCKM-fPF10e06rOPpwmp3mLS-56LxuU4a-Yq86xL5DDELICNbdEx7qYTRuYxWYaIfGC4dZkY6BgQW50-GYBzAX5LkmYgSiobFCv85Hj70mqSWt9Kr1U2rrMfII-Fo5s654SZOGcrNQ8/s400/Ammon's+science+fair+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307618233764308786" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYG6bdUA6V4vtMDqeIZBM1Jz0Z7oAHr0nJ_-NXOvmOJG9cuAtu6HJoMw3H2l2SWr2hta7uJo-ccP86TQUlSsPHFzx1WXFNxESpy2DlWJHMTRhEXwDrNVvE96eUv_NhNMrdk0Y-mh_XkHM/s1600-h/Ammon's+science+fair+001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYG6bdUA6V4vtMDqeIZBM1Jz0Z7oAHr0nJ_-NXOvmOJG9cuAtu6HJoMw3H2l2SWr2hta7uJo-ccP86TQUlSsPHFzx1WXFNxESpy2DlWJHMTRhEXwDrNVvE96eUv_NhNMrdk0Y-mh_XkHM/s400/Ammon's+science+fair+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307618228662249394" /></a><br />So back at the first of January Ammon had me sign a piece of paper saying that he had a science fair project. I don't remember signing it except that for some reason my kids think just as we are walking out the door is the perfect time to have me sign things. Maybe they think I will quickly sign and forget whatever it is (maybe they know me too well). So yesterday as I just got home from the doctor with a sinus infection, bronchitis and my lungs sounding questionable I talked to Bill on the phone. He was bringing pizza home for dinner and even though he had a ton of bishopric stuff to do he would set the kids up so they were taken care of and do homework with them when he got home so I should take my medicine that causes drowsiness. I did. Well then Ammon and Carson get home from school and Ammon reminds me that he has a science fair project . . . and it's due tomorrow, and Carson has tons of homework and a nasty note from his teacher about his reading minutes.<br />Ammon and I work like crazy to do a science fair project, we look on the Internet for what seems like forever for some sort of idea that is EASY. I find a couple that I think will work, but he is determined to do something with magnets and levitation. <br />We finally compromise on seeing if there really is Iron in cereal, you check with magnets. We do the experiment and lay it out, work like crazy all night long while Carson reads, Bill gets home and helps Carson with his homework while Ammon and I finish working on his project. Ammon goes to bed while I fight with the printer to get the pictures to print (which takes hours). We get to bed late, We finish in the morning, I take the other kids to school while Ammon finishes gluing and I take him to school late, check him in and head to his class to find out when the fair is . . . .and what do I find out . . . the fair was last week. He had until today to turn in his report late or get a zero in science and would have gotten an A+ but since it was late got and A-.<br />It turned out pretty good considering all that and now 24 hours later I am SOOOOOO ready for some sleep. Maybe tonight.Jenny and the Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10442295015493008433noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011505703549767126.post-49788211093917464022009-02-10T09:10:00.000-08:002009-02-11T12:20:04.506-08:00Superbowl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRFeArL3VWDGf7RflIOEs-e0yUsYwtUPZASI4GQJIrZCdW0i9rF8Y4ACIt7NZJs7zREOBzqfKD3KcUR-JURdzhuxu3SKd0VM4JCuKl5ByB1akhAHIq-R-VCk8sPhNj71l6oKIHT7TDabw/s1600-h/Starred+Photos.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRFeArL3VWDGf7RflIOEs-e0yUsYwtUPZASI4GQJIrZCdW0i9rF8Y4ACIt7NZJs7zREOBzqfKD3KcUR-JURdzhuxu3SKd0VM4JCuKl5ByB1akhAHIq-R-VCk8sPhNj71l6oKIHT7TDabw/s400/Starred+Photos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301220101875732530" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju01OklL9YIUEB0gKr8LFNHX4zIygrh3zt1nENhy31Z3VPT6iVTo9Qv6CYB30WY0dkialcAFfklYWwHM0GW3XM7ganIcSz13DlZIEo67iqfqE9uPpLaNtjyWETL3D5DGUmyBZkFFjuO7g/s1600-h/054.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju01OklL9YIUEB0gKr8LFNHX4zIygrh3zt1nENhy31Z3VPT6iVTo9Qv6CYB30WY0dkialcAFfklYWwHM0GW3XM7ganIcSz13DlZIEo67iqfqE9uPpLaNtjyWETL3D5DGUmyBZkFFjuO7g/s400/054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301219280205579778" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_lVQtfYH3MxWXIQ-h612aRAbMAu-w8L-uNE5b_DjFkdJz0-VfjlK_-a-zoJ7FwruB5OInVqKEBvNTpU1CXkIN6z4vtNDRwh-3CErRDBJmMsv3WVRxLv4-31HZ-gf4LrH-fSD4lsSAyDA/s1600-h/029.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_lVQtfYH3MxWXIQ-h612aRAbMAu-w8L-uNE5b_DjFkdJz0-VfjlK_-a-zoJ7FwruB5OInVqKEBvNTpU1CXkIN6z4vtNDRwh-3CErRDBJmMsv3WVRxLv4-31HZ-gf4LrH-fSD4lsSAyDA/s400/029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301217961229566546" /></a><br />So if I ever had a free trip or money that I didn't need to spend anywhere, it would be to take the family on a nice vacation to Disneyworld or to go to the Superbowl. I love a good game of football and love the Superbowl food, guacamole is one of my favorite things.<br />We do a little Superbowl party at our house. We have done it a couple of times at friends or families, but have enjoyed the last few years keeping it low-key. Jeffrey has come over for the last 2 years. This year was our first year in our big family room. I'm still strict about food in the TV room 1/2 so we ate along one side of the table.<br />This year it was exciting because the Steelers were in it. Taft has decided to completely boycott Steelers and go for the Raiders and anyone who goes against the Steelers. We have been more than supportive even though we hate the Raiders (mostly because of the gangs taking over the Raiders), but after Taft and Jeffrey got carried away with their unsportsmanlike conduct I think that all civilities are off.<br />It was a very good game, a little too tense for me. If anyone has ever seen King of Queens, there is an episode where Carry keeps cheating and she can't figure out why and then there is a flash back of her dad beating her and then standing up and screaming "winner" (pointing to himself) - "looser" (pointing to her). Well I found that completely appropriate at the end of the game to have Bill, myself, BJ, Carson and Heber line up on one side of the room and Taft, Jeffrey and Ammon on the other side and point to us and say "winners" and point to them and say "losers". Probably not very mature or in keeping "sabbath day holy" like, but it was all in good fun. I apologized afterwards. All in all a very fun day and we enjoyed a little competitive natured ribbing.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Jenny and the Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10442295015493008433noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011505703549767126.post-4582676237641146772009-02-09T10:00:00.001-08:002009-02-10T14:58:32.132-08:00Draper Temple Open HouseWe took the kids to the Draper, Utah temple open house. It was so beautiful. I was so surprised by the colors. For some reason at first it just seemed wrong the colors we so hip and dark, but it was really beautiful. The kids seemed irritated at first because it was Friday night and they either wanted to go with friends or have a video night, but as the night progressed on they all had a great time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv7JstKUKBvTbzsKAl1dWHTfMIBhowHHU64NkfW3DzMkUDhavBDJKkvTUWMPBT5pS_skvbjoZEfmiqgD5mxA3IBZWF2YhJhuYEVIuH7ZDtH9krNRtcO9sJhTNj7z0yJDPEJ1b_V-1-y10/s1600-h/DSC01262.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv7JstKUKBvTbzsKAl1dWHTfMIBhowHHU64NkfW3DzMkUDhavBDJKkvTUWMPBT5pS_skvbjoZEfmiqgD5mxA3IBZWF2YhJhuYEVIuH7ZDtH9krNRtcO9sJhTNj7z0yJDPEJ1b_V-1-y10/s400/DSC01262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301295929674261458" /></a><br /><br />B.J. seemed to have quite a few questions and really enjoyed the cookies at the end.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiCASs9K5lRDtSTLMS2SLB03fv7APXLX1xYQZvG_tc3ga7HMdOr3QqIdTGxqv5AnTg7woxB_Fd6BWGNblTgNWLunuQt_JwOe8G2P_k8GdhG_DST-Wqllxopn_Kawzp6ceGA_MVWEN4KxU/s1600-h/DSC01259.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiCASs9K5lRDtSTLMS2SLB03fv7APXLX1xYQZvG_tc3ga7HMdOr3QqIdTGxqv5AnTg7woxB_Fd6BWGNblTgNWLunuQt_JwOe8G2P_k8GdhG_DST-Wqllxopn_Kawzp6ceGA_MVWEN4KxU/s400/DSC01259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301296882224126994" /></a><br /><br /><br />Taft seemed to really be soaking it all in quietly, really liked it, enjoyed the cookies, was embarrassed by how loud Heber was and was glad to be going home by the time we were done.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUaPNCLTT5j8DUH5ZhnJOxP05p0d7bEa7pf5Tu1LhLqhv-cmLox06YKx7ERsu4V27RglqvKHsx_wZjTAQyRWjOG0a1TNN5Tl_gAXRIrrFRCqos-dl3OwJzpe4St41pfZjYTAfpT_m2X2o/s1600-h/DSC01266.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUaPNCLTT5j8DUH5ZhnJOxP05p0d7bEa7pf5Tu1LhLqhv-cmLox06YKx7ERsu4V27RglqvKHsx_wZjTAQyRWjOG0a1TNN5Tl_gAXRIrrFRCqos-dl3OwJzpe4St41pfZjYTAfpT_m2X2o/s400/DSC01266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301301057865343970" /></a><br /><br /><br />Ammon just completely soaked in the whole experience and asked a bunch of questions and really was impressed, he liked the cookies too.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkCGxbEGFi7ia86LORymFzlUThlPZJzWKtf8-NREsNCOLbnXjfOTCt0PX9eBDnVHmyGYtzU8t4rIV4yJwdMP0M50h04DhkYTPi71BcwFXGR5KhfSbqXvJNMv0ogSacGmL9VKOwhDg90qo/s1600-h/DSC01258.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkCGxbEGFi7ia86LORymFzlUThlPZJzWKtf8-NREsNCOLbnXjfOTCt0PX9eBDnVHmyGYtzU8t4rIV4yJwdMP0M50h04DhkYTPi71BcwFXGR5KhfSbqXvJNMv0ogSacGmL9VKOwhDg90qo/s400/DSC01258.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301302789996436882" /></a><br /><br />Carson loved it and was particularly impressed with the baptismal font and the bus ride. He really loved the cookies and kept bringing my oatmeal raisin cookies because they are my favorite. Heber did too so I was beginning to look like a pig because I think Ammon brought me one too. Carson got separated from us and we were all in different places on the bus so I was trying to figure out if we had everyone as they were shutting the door. He wasn't on the bus so they had to wait while I went back in, he had found his primary teacher and they were just waiting for us to come back and get him.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheHAf5TTWChT4luUW6Fx1yZrSfxqA6cWjo4tzIJLpF2S6T2l6XSYfyOAG2wonQvKJlVCKuiAq8BRuRHK7XD3R-eaTDJkI3UM1hGzNJ-lqiVHyvg68Hxyx3lFGteWpt4GyUe9jUWg5JF-M/s1600-h/DSC01269.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheHAf5TTWChT4luUW6Fx1yZrSfxqA6cWjo4tzIJLpF2S6T2l6XSYfyOAG2wonQvKJlVCKuiAq8BRuRHK7XD3R-eaTDJkI3UM1hGzNJ-lqiVHyvg68Hxyx3lFGteWpt4GyUe9jUWg5JF-M/s400/DSC01269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301306019095627458" /></a><br />Heber loved the whole thing and just ate it up. His favorite part was the bus ride and the whole bus had to hear a roaming commentary on the whole trip. "the temple is over on our right" "it's over on our left" (the road was wound around quite a bit so we got a lot of updates) he started to tell everyone what to do when we parked "please remain seated until the ride comes to a complete stop". He took the brochure very seriously. We were suppose to be very quiet and he did his best to whisper but would verbally check things off as we came to them "okay there is that couch" "there are the big cows". We had a primary lesson on the alter in the temple and he was very anxious to be able to see it and the huge chandelier in the celestial room. When we got in the celestial room everything was so much quieter then anywhere else and I pointed out the chandelier to which both Carson and Heber said rather loudly "COOL". He left the carpet runner and was about to sit in one of the chairs when I hurriedly caught him just about to make himself comfortable. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjV3TsSuIAF3lXx5tZcm1kbXZs0mD2SLN99D9mo2YDKrnUURLNSK1twxw6fUoaqU4mFr1iKg95BUK9EdKUsLS-xWvJY6OvUSxCCwlPknn698eV1e9QXYavPOuhet25PeCzuTfF8HO70X0/s1600-h/DSC01267.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjV3TsSuIAF3lXx5tZcm1kbXZs0mD2SLN99D9mo2YDKrnUURLNSK1twxw6fUoaqU4mFr1iKg95BUK9EdKUsLS-xWvJY6OvUSxCCwlPknn698eV1e9QXYavPOuhet25PeCzuTfF8HO70X0/s400/DSC01267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301306680769592114" /></a><br /><br />After all that on the ride home I didn't quiet him at all (well maybe a little) but felt glad that we had got out of there without much more noise or events.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggub_ZxHQCTautqtHjxnMCKOiNI7AArQJ3_RuCAlxXH6WI2UPe2lJnmAOZ6A9LXU1YEG7Vzg96BX_QBsIe-VxHN_To-NZ72MrE06uKoCl28Hrnj1P4szaj7sfXYrU80j7YeNcwGJdplHY/s1600-h/DSC01257.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggub_ZxHQCTautqtHjxnMCKOiNI7AArQJ3_RuCAlxXH6WI2UPe2lJnmAOZ6A9LXU1YEG7Vzg96BX_QBsIe-VxHN_To-NZ72MrE06uKoCl28Hrnj1P4szaj7sfXYrU80j7YeNcwGJdplHY/s400/DSC01257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301306684559095618" /></a><br /><br />We were trying to decide if we really were going to go, we knew it would be a long trip and not sure if we thought it was worth it. It was so well worth it. I am so glad the kids were able to go and see it. I really think they enjoyed it and it was good for them to see where Bill and I go when we go to the temple. Heber said it was still the best to see the alter where you get to hold hands over.Jenny and the Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10442295015493008433noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011505703549767126.post-4358888018222988172009-02-06T14:46:00.000-08:002009-02-06T14:47:20.802-08:00Denny's and the Superbowl<a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8k7sBjjeQjIJAmSu-Dr1K4H5xeUtsahFbidoV_9UW6NyokQxPdYXGqWaFO7NqwQXn9hD8rVOSjehcQ35TaMO7aDi3oGsTl7CaJXPV9rrrWzzgYioq-AWQLc8WUA6UFzGU2otxPvikc4U/s1600-h/Starred+Photos.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8k7sBjjeQjIJAmSu-Dr1K4H5xeUtsahFbidoV_9UW6NyokQxPdYXGqWaFO7NqwQXn9hD8rVOSjehcQ35TaMO7aDi3oGsTl7CaJXPV9rrrWzzgYioq-AWQLc8WUA6UFzGU2otxPvikc4U/s400/Starred+Photos.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br />So during the Superbowl the had an advertisement for free breakfast at Denny's, my kids thought that would be fun. None of them really thought we might try it out. BJ and Taft had school, but the other kids were off track. I thought about going and just surprising the kids and just taking the kids that were off track. That morning Carson woke up at 7:30 when I got home from driving the Junior hight kids to school and was so disappointed he didn't wake up at 6am to go to breakfast, which made me think maybe we should try out this crazy thing. Bill emailed asking if I was going to the take the Junior High kids and I thought that it might be fun. I haven't ever done anything like this, but thought that it might really be fun. Bill said that his mom had done something similar once or twice and he had really enjoyed it. I packed up the elementary kids and headed over to the Junior High. <br />The kids didn't have any idea and looked shocked, but you could wipe their smiles off their face. They asked if they would be going back to school and immediatly BJ was thinking. What are we going to tell them, how much <br />trouble are we going to be in, I had better not let it slip to his friends so they don't get in trouble. I assured them they would be okay and that I had told the office that we had a family event and needed to check them out and depending on how long it took they may not be back that day.<br />BJ kept saying "well I guess we aren't technically lying because we are all here". We drove past Denny's and the lines were crazy. I took a little picture of the line. I asked the kids if they wanted to wait in that line or if they would rather go to McDonalds. They all wanted to go to McDonalds except BJ. He was deteremined to go to Denny's. When I did some further investigation it was because he thought if we went to Denny's that would be more time out of school. <br />Mother of the year went even further and told them that it didn't matter where we went we were just going home afterwards and taking a day off of everything and would be playing video games.<br />It was such a great time, there wasn't any fighting. They all got along and enjoyed each others company. We got talking about all sorts of things on our way there. Somehow the subject got to proposition 8 in California, some kids in school had been telling BJ and Taft how wrong our church was and so we talked for a long time on freedoms, religion and politics.<br />It was one of the best times I have ever had with my kids and whether they remember it or not I always will. Not because I was a rebel and had a hooky day, but we just had a great time together and really got to talk and enjoy each other.<br />I'll have to do this once a year, the kids all said they wanted to do it everyday. I told them it was a very rare occasion and we have only done it once in the 10 years total that the kids have been in school so don't count on it. Taft said he is free next week, ha-ha.<div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Jenny and the Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10442295015493008433noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011505703549767126.post-21225653004706541792009-02-06T12:13:00.000-08:002009-02-06T12:23:22.080-08:00Boys coming out of the woodwork . . .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-BP5xzIWpwQgkaIJ6yTRJXeoATX-SXa8YDN-BlcX7ye6sBitBj2mtkBzKj_tBx89_vdBKhjZOJdn0NkUL6qnBuES94OYoE_GHC1_2IPaZICd-gLS4rGY5GHa1gqis04N37q9lDxBTSKg/s1600-h/DSC07970.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-BP5xzIWpwQgkaIJ6yTRJXeoATX-SXa8YDN-BlcX7ye6sBitBj2mtkBzKj_tBx89_vdBKhjZOJdn0NkUL6qnBuES94OYoE_GHC1_2IPaZICd-gLS4rGY5GHa1gqis04N37q9lDxBTSKg/s400/DSC07970.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299780287596825666" /></a><br /><br />I have my new computer back and have spent 3 days wasting time uploading pictures and fixing the red eye etc (we have been without it for 3-4 months so there are a lot of pictures). Judy did flashback Fridays so I think I will try it out. This is a picture of the boys climbing out of the crawl space under our addition. I love our addition and only have a few regrets. One of the biggest is that it took so long, but at first they were just gun-ho and doing everything fast so I didn't say anything, but they ended up taking so long I wish I would have made them wait to put up the framing until I cleaned out all the broken cement and dirt in the crawl space and made a door to it. There is a door, but it is under the carpet. The kids will probably be too big by the time we change the carpet, but I am going to make a door anyway so that we can go under there. It is stupid, I think it comes from the days of having a spooky place (under the stairs at home when I was young) but I love spooky places. It doesn't really mix with being a little claustrophobic so I probably wouldn't ever go down there, I just like the thought of it.<br />Anyway, I should keep all my crazy thoughts to myself. Not to worry I think only Judy and Jeanna ever read this and they know I'm crazy.<br />Sometimes the kids are good about my picture taking and sometimes they aren't. This picture actually isn't that bad, we were all goofing off. It was fun and great to remember. I really need to get some scrap-booking done!!Jenny and the Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10442295015493008433noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011505703549767126.post-71897522371321642392009-02-04T16:27:00.000-08:002009-02-05T11:35:19.929-08:00Bill's birthday 2007<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk0BNQBOSKWRZr8zWU99WYaNwvM9yiERWduU_ob-gEoiOK6doE-bYhj_F2ALJnMdIreTJbUo6-roapcDuhLfTUArAWxcel54l-jjVNCQ1gUQ4vbkORH765U0vEEe3O3VxFC-JYbLup5KA/s1600-h/DSC07079.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk0BNQBOSKWRZr8zWU99WYaNwvM9yiERWduU_ob-gEoiOK6doE-bYhj_F2ALJnMdIreTJbUo6-roapcDuhLfTUArAWxcel54l-jjVNCQ1gUQ4vbkORH765U0vEEe3O3VxFC-JYbLup5KA/s400/DSC07079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299104628088290050" /></a><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkXUup70KLuj87LBcg6MVU-6sG1b0wZx20RtKzIywalbUHkP9qEC0hGZ0B_Q_7GO49LBLPa8CkQOqvJpcz00FXskkBKWmdkEqAtc1XYlC1ko9DOIDrXiEZxWI6gdTLTFm-wLKPm8o21gw/s1600-h/DSC07055.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkXUup70KLuj87LBcg6MVU-6sG1b0wZx20RtKzIywalbUHkP9qEC0hGZ0B_Q_7GO49LBLPa8CkQOqvJpcz00FXskkBKWmdkEqAtc1XYlC1ko9DOIDrXiEZxWI6gdTLTFm-wLKPm8o21gw/s400/DSC07055.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><br /><br />I have wanted to get Bill's picture taken ever since he got put in the Bishopric, but haven't. I have also wanted a family photo, but haven't done that either. So in honor of having my quick computer back I am just going to get a few pcitures from the ones we have and do them so here is a picture of my honey. It is actually his birthday after a long day of meetings at the church (last year).<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Jenny and the Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10442295015493008433noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011505703549767126.post-13610219584827434322009-01-06T13:14:00.000-08:002009-02-10T15:00:49.196-08:00NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJwgYALDL5PhgZXVykAJxXP9CdFhJypYFH2vGxh3BXBWPOQRA7PMUIsvA8wL0Dq8GUMls4NbSNQWeaT4lciTE1uuGqdUTkXtFHe9UQnmIhUr7L3aQq2G-wSBwuDyUHWEXK1WYrqsFoEvM/s1600-h/2008+review_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJwgYALDL5PhgZXVykAJxXP9CdFhJypYFH2vGxh3BXBWPOQRA7PMUIsvA8wL0Dq8GUMls4NbSNQWeaT4lciTE1uuGqdUTkXtFHe9UQnmIhUr7L3aQq2G-wSBwuDyUHWEXK1WYrqsFoEvM/s400/2008+review_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288302504698769842" /></a><br />I don't know if this scan will show up. When we were growing up my mom would make a big poster at the end of the year, each year she would make it different. One year it was a flower and each of us were petals. I did this the first few years I was married, but it was so big and I wanted to be able to keep it for my journal so I have converted over to a regular sheet of paper. I do one each year, this years isn't too original, but it has our major events for the year.<br />The other thing that went along with our "Year in review" was our traditional "New Years Resolution" FHE on the first Monday of the year and we have continued it ever since. <br />We had our FHE last night, but this year I had each of the kids write exactly how they were going to achieve their goals and followed an ensign model of a goal in each area, for example: school, scouts, study, church, physical and spiritual. It actually was one of our nicest FHE's considering Bill was stuck in a snow storm on the way home and the kids had piles of homework so we got started late. <br />I went to Michael's and got each of the kids their own calendars and had them set time lines for their goals and what they were going to do . . . (Here's the Bateman part, the calendars were usually only a $1 and I got the 50% off so I got a calendar for each of us and one to hang on the wall for $4).<br />So here's to hoping they last all year. I didn't make my traditional loose weight, I have had 2-3 years of a lot of health problems and gaining weight. So loosing seems to be an unattainable goal, so I am going to leave that one alone and hope that by changing other things in my life that will come secondary. I am not as bad as I was, but my energy level is so low that on days that I push it I have 2 almost down in bed so slow and steady maybe will win the race.<br />Maybe if I have them written for more than just me I will accomplish them. I have 5 major goals.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">First</span>, I am going to not live by the seat of my pants and last minute everything. I am in the process of the next 2 weeks (my dead line is Jan 15th) to have the things that can be planned for the year done, including meals and to start each new holiday 1 month (at least) before it gets here. That goal includes quite a few things. <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Secondly</span>, I AM NOT buying any more scrap-booking things until I actually get some scrap-booking done (that doesn't count the gift cards I got for Christmas to Roberts craft, I will use those, but wisely). I am going to scrapbook at least 2 hours each week. I am hopeful that I will be able to do the current stuff and the first year of each of my children by years end.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Third</span>, I am going to read the New Testament all the way through. I have read a lot of my scriptures, but only have only read the Book of Mormon cover to cover and then only once. I am already to Matthew 8, so hopefully I will keep this one going.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Fourth</span> We ARE FINISHING the basement by years end.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">and finally</span> (but not least) I am going to be nicer and not be so quick tempered. This is going to be the toughest, but hopefully doing the first 4 will help with this one as well as lots of prayers. In case my boys read this (they wont, I think only Judy and Jeanna do) I'm not going to be a push-over just more patient.Jenny and the Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10442295015493008433noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011505703549767126.post-15113853693136015712009-01-01T14:38:00.000-08:002009-01-05T07:05:10.914-08:00Nativity scene<div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOwr5b94iMZ1sWHzvyGIC9qLUE7W6hL35NBbvMIGkUt1TuEteg-Z8JikxLZLqfC-0gL49dG7cHWvBbcEj1nkqPaAzyjTiV6Z2JPMkBiETAXumxelnz_BXlONq7uOSvBpe60M2iMpfKhXA/s1600-h/DSC00470.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOwr5b94iMZ1sWHzvyGIC9qLUE7W6hL35NBbvMIGkUt1TuEteg-Z8JikxLZLqfC-0gL49dG7cHWvBbcEj1nkqPaAzyjTiV6Z2JPMkBiETAXumxelnz_BXlONq7uOSvBpe60M2iMpfKhXA/s400/DSC00470.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br />Bill's grandma made this ceramic nativity scene (she made 3 sets, one for her and one for each of her kids). I always loved it because it reminded me of my grandma. When Bill's grandma died we were given her set. We have never had any room to put them out, but this year we had the perfect spot. In fact when we contemplated adding on this wall and a shelf like this was what I really wanted. This shelf is now our holiday brag shelf and I put different things here every holiday and when the kids bring things home from scouts or school I display them here. It is one of my favorite places in the whole house.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Jenny and the Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10442295015493008433noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011505703549767126.post-40413075918854659452008-12-31T10:38:00.001-08:002009-01-16T14:42:02.499-08:00NEW YEARS EVE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhflYRJXHbTABH3i1xNXhBNw-JZhwU2LVMGfwHghWf9gMhgRMihCRL1WPUWUp4_8Cg-6tjNstuSUXJDKav889YJY89VA6GQik1FvIS-GEduBt3wtUfDVA1KetT-6MTre381bXejmAX-690/s1600-h/DSC00954.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhflYRJXHbTABH3i1xNXhBNw-JZhwU2LVMGfwHghWf9gMhgRMihCRL1WPUWUp4_8Cg-6tjNstuSUXJDKav889YJY89VA6GQik1FvIS-GEduBt3wtUfDVA1KetT-6MTre381bXejmAX-690/s400/DSC00954.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292023115823714546" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJjdWxyp-ZBx3mzGth1vDFj7Y5-wkIivdbyw4PpSl1P3J9j4aG16zNlLRpdoaSF-uatUrLfjcBXNi_XPz5EyPPUOZygXzYkzk2MjNbTYMKKCyWdZebd_KbpOjYtSkUa_2x2tXABnQ481Q/s1600-h/DSC00953.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJjdWxyp-ZBx3mzGth1vDFj7Y5-wkIivdbyw4PpSl1P3J9j4aG16zNlLRpdoaSF-uatUrLfjcBXNi_XPz5EyPPUOZygXzYkzk2MjNbTYMKKCyWdZebd_KbpOjYtSkUa_2x2tXABnQ481Q/s400/DSC00953.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292023108597139058" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT-JLn84pi7Jm6iUNdX7XekxIkWAMgPaZOghJevMuEvHB6pOgV4nGhly6_YiBHEU0YBljscC2jwYGqlAOi3eFeVsGOnVeWzKAovyXBnGVaUGmzMEPJ130srZb1Bxytvb_IbQsXPZ66r4w/s1600-h/DSC00951.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT-JLn84pi7Jm6iUNdX7XekxIkWAMgPaZOghJevMuEvHB6pOgV4nGhly6_YiBHEU0YBljscC2jwYGqlAOi3eFeVsGOnVeWzKAovyXBnGVaUGmzMEPJ130srZb1Bxytvb_IbQsXPZ66r4w/s400/DSC00951.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292023100417683346" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1YotLkR_TZY-xADz2WXZEbGphjfBwujAI2boDBUDlsUtPdeGJOLNPcM1xLDUbUhU_sJivo3i_uc6jpdw8jELk1Kx05JUhtoCXEcX6Wvuu6XpI3wHsHtkDWf-DPTL8DR942f_20RlI8DQ/s1600-h/DSC00968.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1YotLkR_TZY-xADz2WXZEbGphjfBwujAI2boDBUDlsUtPdeGJOLNPcM1xLDUbUhU_sJivo3i_uc6jpdw8jELk1Kx05JUhtoCXEcX6Wvuu6XpI3wHsHtkDWf-DPTL8DR942f_20RlI8DQ/s400/DSC00968.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292023097110295794" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSwJ72FK_cGX0_VFSwoL5fcMvBWMDsEDgkbfkWm43A8TyKY4OgMCBA4gKqcEvdUCkCNLNoArb45LOTPTltErmAanmQa_LwZvbTJTtxCCurQYvsHXJmaPafLMRIZ8-DilSdjgRR6xQExmw/s1600-h/DSC00961.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSwJ72FK_cGX0_VFSwoL5fcMvBWMDsEDgkbfkWm43A8TyKY4OgMCBA4gKqcEvdUCkCNLNoArb45LOTPTltErmAanmQa_LwZvbTJTtxCCurQYvsHXJmaPafLMRIZ8-DilSdjgRR6xQExmw/s400/DSC00961.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292023093045070722" /></a><br /><br /><br />We have a family tradition that I am not sure how it started or even when it started, but it has been at least 3-4 years maybe longer we have Chinese for dinner. It has been longer because the first time was by accident we had Panda express at home and did that for a year or two, then they starting closing early so for the last 3-4 years we have gone to Chinese Gourmet.<br />It is something we all look forward to and New Years is beginning to be one of my very favorite holidays. I know it is Bill's. For one thing now I don't cook and I love that and now the kids are all old enough they can go up and fix there own plate and I just have to help Heber a bit not to get just treats (I actually have to help a few of them with that).<br />Then we come home and watch a movie and turn it to Dick Clarke's countdown on TV for the last 10-15 minutes before midnight and then go out on the porch and bang pots and pans and sometimes if we have fireworks left over we do them.<br />This year we didn't watch the countdown we just played video games together and then banged on pans.Jenny and the Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10442295015493008433noreply@blogger.com6