Well the first week of school is in the bag. Samantha's first day of second grade was on Wednesday and even though her two BFF's, Wynter and Maddie, are not in her class this year she still managed to have a great week and even make a new friend named Jocelyn.
When she got home from the first day she said "It's so great Mom, we just play all day and don't even have to do like, ya know ..Math anymore." That's my girl... Unfortunately that sneaky-snake Mrs. Gardener slipped Math in on them on the second day... but a girl can dream right?
She's pretty much there for the socializing part. Albeit a good little reader who does idolize her teachers....but make no mistake, Samantha is there for the party.
Although speaking of good teachers, I thought it would be fun for everyone to name their favorite teacher and why and no Jenny you can't choose yourself! : )
Mine was Mrs. Romesburg who was my 12th grade English teacher. She made me feel smart even when my g.p.a. sometimes proved otherwise...
Okay now who is yours?
Sunday, August 17, 2008
My dog ate my blog, my grandma's blog died...
My blog is in the mail... my blog ran out of ink... my blog has asthma?...
Well there's really not much I can say except neglecting the blog has the exact same feeling as not handing in homework... I was always bad at that, sadly I still am. : )
But things that I had meant to blog but didn't were the following
June 18th-Born to Run- Myself along with five sexy ladies from our ward's enrichment group lovingly dubbed "The Bod Squad", completed our first 5K together in beautiful and scenic Mona, Utah. You may laugh because Mona looks like a whole lot of nothing from the freeway but it was one of the best days of our whole summer.
The 5K was part of the Lavendar Days Festival that is held at Young Living Farms and we literally ran through the lavendar fields. It was really great until I had my first allergy attack ever after the race ended. Those things are nasty. But despite turning into a human mucus factory everything else was the just a blast. It's always fun to take your church buddies on the road and experience new things together. The Bod Squad meets twice a week at the highschool track and are currently working towards another 5K in September. You go girls!
The festival itself was a ton of fun too. Samantha's favorite part was the Lavendar Fairies that are roaming around granting fairy wishes by sprinkling magic dust (glitter) in children's hands and having them blow it away while they make their wish. So cute you want to hurl right? It's definitely worth the admission. Pony rides, paddles boats and funnel cake, who could want more?
July 10- Just like peas and carrots - Brad and I celebrated our 1000th year of marriage, oops I mean 10th year of marriage. If you don't know already the 10th anniversary is the "Churro" anniversary. Naturally we spent ours at Lagoon. We did this last year and had so darn much fun we did it again this year and had a blast. If you haven't been to Lagoon in a few years, you should go. It's not as ghetto as it once was. That should be their new slogan right? Lagoon: Now 50% less ghetto. Man they better not steal it from me! If they do you all are my witnesses. Can I get a witness The new ride Wicked is exactly that, well I think they should have pushed it to the next level by adding Awesome to the end.. Wicked AWESOME! Wouldn't that be a great name for a ride?! I think so. But Brad and I lovelovelove it like flipping nuts we love it. We would ride it in the dark on a plane with a fox and on a train. Ridiculously fun.
I guess right here I could go into some lamo analogy of rollercoasters and marriages and crap but on the serious tip, I must say that I just love Brad to the moon. I gave a lesson on temple marriage the week of our anniversary, it just happened to fall on that Sunday which was pretty cool. Anyways I told my young women about when Brad came to pick me up to go to the temple the morning of our wedding. We were young, I was twenty and Brad was 23. On the ride to the temple I began to get nervous and all the things that I would be missing out on with friends ie., road trips, late night trips to taco bell, supergluing roommates toiletries to the bathroom sink... all those things came rushing through my mind. Looking back I really feel like it was a last ditch effort by the adversary to stop what was about to take place. Once we got to the temple I felt at peace but for about two minutes I was scared. I wish I could go back to that young 20 year old girl and give her five and tell her this is the best thing you have ever done and the best decision you have ever made. You have made so many stupid ones, but this one, this is a good one. Probably the best ever, so stop being scared and get your butt into that temple with this good, good man.
Sometime in July-Daycare revisited -started daycare in my home with
just a couple of babies. I did it a couple of years ago, but it was bad timing. The babies I have now both are very sweet, very happy little bundles of babyfat rolls. So far so good. Jonas, my big caveman of a two-almost-three-year-old is very sweet to them which is shocking to me and has even learned to tone down his hugs a notch or two so that the babies don't cry when he shows them just how much he loves them... : )
April-July-Brad's abyss Brad working like 90 hours a week on their latest work project. He customizes sleepers for diesel trucks. They make them, bigger with kitcens and showers and shiz. I'm so proud of what he can design and create but the hours required are craptastic. Kristin says we should name the truck "The Homewrecker". HA! Brad has taken my critical observation of this project and also my suggestions for the next project into serious consideration. : )
August 10th-Lucky number 7- Samantha is now seven and I am now crying. She is the coolest seven year old on the planet, to me atleast, definitely the coolest on the block for sure. She celebrated with a fifty-dollar shopping spree at toys-r-us in which she picked out a highschool musicl "i-pod"(it plays sevensongs) A High School Musical school supply set and a mini sewing maching that looks like the real thing and actually sews. She also got to go to girls camp with me which she has been begging for all summer and I surprised her at the last minute and let her go with me. She said it was the best present she has ever gotten which is why she is the coolest seven year old on the planet.
Well I'm going to end this because, really who the heck is reading by now anyways... Thanks to everyone for striving with our blog and I am going to spend the rest of today reading yours. I love Sundays. Peace!
Well there's really not much I can say except neglecting the blog has the exact same feeling as not handing in homework... I was always bad at that, sadly I still am. : )
But things that I had meant to blog but didn't were the following
June 18th-Born to Run- Myself along with five sexy ladies from our ward's enrichment group lovingly dubbed "The Bod Squad", completed our first 5K together in beautiful and scenic Mona, Utah. You may laugh because Mona looks like a whole lot of nothing from the freeway but it was one of the best days of our whole summer.
The 5K was part of the Lavendar Days Festival that is held at Young Living Farms and we literally ran through the lavendar fields. It was really great until I had my first allergy attack ever after the race ended. Those things are nasty. But despite turning into a human mucus factory everything else was the just a blast. It's always fun to take your church buddies on the road and experience new things together. The Bod Squad meets twice a week at the highschool track and are currently working towards another 5K in September. You go girls!
The festival itself was a ton of fun too. Samantha's favorite part was the Lavendar Fairies that are roaming around granting fairy wishes by sprinkling magic dust (glitter) in children's hands and having them blow it away while they make their wish. So cute you want to hurl right? It's definitely worth the admission. Pony rides, paddles boats and funnel cake, who could want more?
July 10- Just like peas and carrots - Brad and I celebrated our 1000th year of marriage, oops I mean 10th year of marriage. If you don't know already the 10th anniversary is the "Churro" anniversary. Naturally we spent ours at Lagoon. We did this last year and had so darn much fun we did it again this year and had a blast. If you haven't been to Lagoon in a few years, you should go. It's not as ghetto as it once was. That should be their new slogan right? Lagoon: Now 50% less ghetto. Man they better not steal it from me! If they do you all are my witnesses. Can I get a witness The new ride Wicked is exactly that, well I think they should have pushed it to the next level by adding Awesome to the end.. Wicked AWESOME! Wouldn't that be a great name for a ride?! I think so. But Brad and I lovelovelove it like flipping nuts we love it. We would ride it in the dark on a plane with a fox and on a train. Ridiculously fun.
I guess right here I could go into some lamo analogy of rollercoasters and marriages and crap but on the serious tip, I must say that I just love Brad to the moon. I gave a lesson on temple marriage the week of our anniversary, it just happened to fall on that Sunday which was pretty cool. Anyways I told my young women about when Brad came to pick me up to go to the temple the morning of our wedding. We were young, I was twenty and Brad was 23. On the ride to the temple I began to get nervous and all the things that I would be missing out on with friends ie., road trips, late night trips to taco bell, supergluing roommates toiletries to the bathroom sink... all those things came rushing through my mind. Looking back I really feel like it was a last ditch effort by the adversary to stop what was about to take place. Once we got to the temple I felt at peace but for about two minutes I was scared. I wish I could go back to that young 20 year old girl and give her five and tell her this is the best thing you have ever done and the best decision you have ever made. You have made so many stupid ones, but this one, this is a good one. Probably the best ever, so stop being scared and get your butt into that temple with this good, good man.
Sometime in July-Daycare revisited -started daycare in my home with
just a couple of babies. I did it a couple of years ago, but it was bad timing. The babies I have now both are very sweet, very happy little bundles of babyfat rolls. So far so good. Jonas, my big caveman of a two-almost-three-year-old is very sweet to them which is shocking to me and has even learned to tone down his hugs a notch or two so that the babies don't cry when he shows them just how much he loves them... : )
April-July-Brad's abyss Brad working like 90 hours a week on their latest work project. He customizes sleepers for diesel trucks. They make them, bigger with kitcens and showers and shiz. I'm so proud of what he can design and create but the hours required are craptastic. Kristin says we should name the truck "The Homewrecker". HA! Brad has taken my critical observation of this project and also my suggestions for the next project into serious consideration. : )
August 10th-Lucky number 7- Samantha is now seven and I am now crying. She is the coolest seven year old on the planet, to me atleast, definitely the coolest on the block for sure. She celebrated with a fifty-dollar shopping spree at toys-r-us in which she picked out a highschool musicl "i-pod"(it plays sevensongs) A High School Musical school supply set and a mini sewing maching that looks like the real thing and actually sews. She also got to go to girls camp with me which she has been begging for all summer and I surprised her at the last minute and let her go with me. She said it was the best present she has ever gotten which is why she is the coolest seven year old on the planet.
Well I'm going to end this because, really who the heck is reading by now anyways... Thanks to everyone for striving with our blog and I am going to spend the rest of today reading yours. I love Sundays. Peace!
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Embarrassing Moment #237
Look I'm posting two days in a row now. It's a Christmas miracle. God bless us everyone. Well on the advice of Lindsay, I should share my latest embarrassing moment with everyone. Oh, for those of you who don't know Lindsay, she's my partner in crime and my trusty sidekick here in Spanish Fork. She lives on the same block as me and infact my two year old Jonas is BFF's with her two year old Nathan. We also serve in Young Women's together. I'm second counselor and she's secretary which must mean I'm a little bit awesomer than her right? That's how they figure our how we are placed in our callings right? On our level of awesomeness...? HA! Kiddingkiddding of course. If that were true Lindsay would be the President of... well the President of all the callings... except the Priesthood ones because that would be wrong. Anyways I'll just get on with my story...
Okay the Relief Society in my ward here in Spanish Fork holds a special Saturday morning breakfast every year. There are a lot of old wom-- I mean experienced gardeners in our ward and the breakfast in usually held in one of their immaculate gardens. Which by the way I don't know how these women do it. I mean I see them hobbling into church with all the old person paraphenilia, walkers, oxygen... walkers for their oxygen bottles... But some how they are able to tame their yards into these incredible secret gardens. For me, dragging the sprinkler from the front yard to the backyard just about does me in for the day. And yes we use a sprinkler on the end of a hose. I like to keep it old school when I garden, that's just how I roll. : ) Smiley faces are so gangster. Anywho, this year's breakfast is was held in Sister McBeth's yard. Out of all the old ladies in my ward, Sister McBeth is probably my favorite. She's my Visiting Teaching partner. At first I think I annoyed and scared her... and no Heather not because I'm brown. : ) but I think it was the flakiness... shocking, I know.. Anyways I've endeared myself to her over the last year and now she loves me... kind of the same way people love three legged dogs, but that's good enough for me : ) sidenote: we visit teach a lady with a three legged dog named Lucky. Oh and Sis. McBeth's voice sounds exactly like Mrs. Doubtfire by the way, which makes her even more awesome.
Okay so speaking of my flakiness... back to the story... see this is why I have a hard time blogging but I'm just going to press forward and finish even if no one is probably reading by now-- well maybe to lure you along I should tempt you with a shocking twist at the end! Go M. Night Shamylan on your behinds!!! Okay focus! Soooo I knew that the breakfast started at 10:00 a.m. and I had signed up to bring fruit. Another good friend in my ward, Cynthia was in charge of the breakfast and I solemnly swore to be at the breakfast just for her. So I got all fancy and bought one of those three-tiered fruit trays with the silver handle on top and the biggest juiciest ruby-reddest strawberries that Macey's had to offer. I got up early on Saturday to wash and assemble my super-fancy new tray and rinse my big fat beautiful strawberries. I lovingly placed each one ever so gently on my three-tiered wonder. Of course I couldn't find my keys when I went to leave, again shocking I know, so I arrived a few minutes after ten o'clock. When I pulled up I noticed that no one else was rushing into the backyard with me... Wow-- everyone was really with it today I thought..... because as I walked back everyone was already seated and it looked like they were just starting the opening exercises. The way everyone was situated in the yard I had to walk infront and around everyone to get back to where the buffet table was. I felt everyone watching me as I walked back. Like reeeeally watching me. They must have been admiring my ridiculously cool new tray and struck speechless by the plumpness of the strawberries-mother nature's candy as I like to call them. Plus I was having an exceptionally good hair day. Yes, they were in awe for sure. So I quickly place my little tower of juicy goodness on the the buffet and take a seat... the woman who was giving the opening prayer was standing waiting for me to sit and was smiling at me... she must love the tray as much as I do... I'll have to tell her where I got it when we start eating... So she starts the prayer... she gives thanks for the beautiful day... yesss sir beee-u-ti-ful indeeedilly doo.... for the beautiful surroundings.... amen to that! Sister McBeth really out did herself.... for the wonderful lessons that had been taught-- Come again? They already taught a lesson??? Before the opening exercises??? Wow this new presidency is fast... (that is me still not getting it)... so the prayer ends, the R.S. First Counselor thanks everyone for coming and says "And Angela brought strawberries!" Everyone looks me at me laughs and then they get up and start putting their chairs away. YYYeeeah it started at 9:00. I got their for the closing prayer and strutted in like I was Martha Flipping Stewart..... I'm an idiot. Okay I've got to go feed my kids breakfast. Peace! Oh shocking twist... hmmm... the shocking twist iiisss...... THE CALL IS COMING FROM UPSTAIRS! HE'S IN THE HOUSE! wasn't that scary? Seacrest out. : )
Okay the Relief Society in my ward here in Spanish Fork holds a special Saturday morning breakfast every year. There are a lot of old wom-- I mean experienced gardeners in our ward and the breakfast in usually held in one of their immaculate gardens. Which by the way I don't know how these women do it. I mean I see them hobbling into church with all the old person paraphenilia, walkers, oxygen... walkers for their oxygen bottles... But some how they are able to tame their yards into these incredible secret gardens. For me, dragging the sprinkler from the front yard to the backyard just about does me in for the day. And yes we use a sprinkler on the end of a hose. I like to keep it old school when I garden, that's just how I roll. : ) Smiley faces are so gangster. Anywho, this year's breakfast is was held in Sister McBeth's yard. Out of all the old ladies in my ward, Sister McBeth is probably my favorite. She's my Visiting Teaching partner. At first I think I annoyed and scared her... and no Heather not because I'm brown. : ) but I think it was the flakiness... shocking, I know.. Anyways I've endeared myself to her over the last year and now she loves me... kind of the same way people love three legged dogs, but that's good enough for me : ) sidenote: we visit teach a lady with a three legged dog named Lucky. Oh and Sis. McBeth's voice sounds exactly like Mrs. Doubtfire by the way, which makes her even more awesome.
Okay so speaking of my flakiness... back to the story... see this is why I have a hard time blogging but I'm just going to press forward and finish even if no one is probably reading by now-- well maybe to lure you along I should tempt you with a shocking twist at the end! Go M. Night Shamylan on your behinds!!! Okay focus! Soooo I knew that the breakfast started at 10:00 a.m. and I had signed up to bring fruit. Another good friend in my ward, Cynthia was in charge of the breakfast and I solemnly swore to be at the breakfast just for her. So I got all fancy and bought one of those three-tiered fruit trays with the silver handle on top and the biggest juiciest ruby-reddest strawberries that Macey's had to offer. I got up early on Saturday to wash and assemble my super-fancy new tray and rinse my big fat beautiful strawberries. I lovingly placed each one ever so gently on my three-tiered wonder. Of course I couldn't find my keys when I went to leave, again shocking I know, so I arrived a few minutes after ten o'clock. When I pulled up I noticed that no one else was rushing into the backyard with me... Wow-- everyone was really with it today I thought..... because as I walked back everyone was already seated and it looked like they were just starting the opening exercises. The way everyone was situated in the yard I had to walk infront and around everyone to get back to where the buffet table was. I felt everyone watching me as I walked back. Like reeeeally watching me. They must have been admiring my ridiculously cool new tray and struck speechless by the plumpness of the strawberries-mother nature's candy as I like to call them. Plus I was having an exceptionally good hair day. Yes, they were in awe for sure. So I quickly place my little tower of juicy goodness on the the buffet and take a seat... the woman who was giving the opening prayer was standing waiting for me to sit and was smiling at me... she must love the tray as much as I do... I'll have to tell her where I got it when we start eating... So she starts the prayer... she gives thanks for the beautiful day... yesss sir beee-u-ti-ful indeeedilly doo.... for the beautiful surroundings.... amen to that! Sister McBeth really out did herself.... for the wonderful lessons that had been taught-- Come again? They already taught a lesson??? Before the opening exercises??? Wow this new presidency is fast... (that is me still not getting it)... so the prayer ends, the R.S. First Counselor thanks everyone for coming and says "And Angela brought strawberries!" Everyone looks me at me laughs and then they get up and start putting their chairs away. YYYeeeah it started at 9:00. I got their for the closing prayer and strutted in like I was Martha Flipping Stewart..... I'm an idiot. Okay I've got to go feed my kids breakfast. Peace! Oh shocking twist... hmmm... the shocking twist iiisss...... THE CALL IS COMING FROM UPSTAIRS! HE'S IN THE HOUSE! wasn't that scary? Seacrest out. : )
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