tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30073025204789561792024-03-19T15:46:41.027-06:00Is It Just Me?All about me. (Because my teenagers don't like me to write all about them!)Randihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.comBlogger661125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-66280417762402339322012-02-03T14:08:00.001-07:002012-02-03T14:08:20.966-07:00As Long As Everyone's Happy A couple of weeks ago, I went out of town for a week.
Before I left, I asked the Brain if he would like me to plan and shop for some dinners for while I was gone, or if I should just stock up on the makings for his all time favorite meal - peanut butter and grape jelly with ruffles chips. (Yes, it really is)
He actually surprised me by asking for a few dinner ideas, and Randihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-48365392917512226522011-12-26T13:33:00.001-07:002011-12-26T14:37:05.297-07:00The Last Santa PictureI've written before about my favorite Christmas tradition; The Santa Picture. (incidentally, along with being a favorite tradition, that was one of my favorite posts) I have loved doing it for 25 years now, but this year, my kids started referring to it as the Year of the Awkward Picture.
See, they've always been told that they get OUT of the picture when they have a new baby to sit Randihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-66754428702506009772011-12-21T22:00:00.020-07:002011-12-22T10:01:46.586-07:00Life.I've been reading back-posts from my blog today.I should be doing all sorts of Christmas-ish things, but instead I've laughed, cried, and rolled my eyes until they feel like they are coming unhinged. I remembered the person who wrote those posts. I like her and I kind of miss her.
Let's face it. 2011 has kicked my trash. We are still recovering from the last year's worth Randihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-10205465448750024632011-04-28T11:39:00.000-06:002011-04-28T11:39:15.276-06:00Ok, Here's What I want To Know...Which stall in the ladies room gets the least traffic?
I'm betting that most people use the second one, because they think that most people will use the first one. Which is why I've recently switched to the first one.
Which one do you use?Randihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-68141310179717399802011-04-22T08:00:00.015-06:002011-04-23T09:39:38.008-06:00This Post Brought to You By ...Friday!The happiest thing about my DVR is that I don't have to watch commercials anymore. It is SO rare that I watch live tv. In fact, sometimes I will just put a program on record, and then walk away for 15 minutes and do something else so I can then come back and watch without commercials.
The person who made the DVR should get the Express Elevator to heaven and free Route 44 Sonic Drinks Randihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-73941479771957923732011-04-20T06:49:00.007-06:002011-04-20T07:49:14.467-06:00of shoes, and ships, and sealing waxMy favorite kind of post. Random, with an even more random title. I have a lot to say these days, and nothing to say. Basically, things are busy, some days are better than others, and somehow the world just keeps on turning no matter how many times I stomp my foot and say I'm not playing anymore.
So here is an update of the random that has been going on - in no Randihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-24732597228677292692011-04-18T14:06:00.008-06:002011-04-18T16:48:24.510-06:00Native-ity Depending on where you live, there are just certain things I think it would be sad for you to miss. For example, if you lived in New York, and had never seen the Statue of Liberty or a Broadway Musical, I think that would be just ... just sad.
I've been thinking a lot about the amazing place in which I live, and how much I love it here, and things I think it would be just sad to Randihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-43556272700661037632011-04-16T16:22:00.003-06:002011-04-17T09:56:39.219-06:00ExperiencesLast September my bishop pulled The Brain and I into his office to ask how our family was doing. I don't know if he knew he was opening the floodgates or not, but I suspect he did. Adoption is full of life changes no matter which perspective you're involved from, and frankly I don't handle change very well.
After we talked a bit, and cried together, he reminded me, "Well, we're here Randihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-14204385482402630412010-12-17T06:20:00.003-07:002010-12-17T08:50:40.825-07:00MiraclesI've been feeling like I should post for several weeks (ok months) now. I mean, I know how unfair it is to just leave you hanging and everything. I've probably started a hundred posts over the last couple of months, and none of them have said what I really felt. ...probably because what I really feel changes every single day - sometimes even by the minute.
But let me at least get youRandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.com47tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-44792157466184693222010-10-22T15:30:00.003-06:002010-10-22T15:33:10.336-06:00Just Another DayMe: Hey Mimi - Where'd you get that chocolate bar? (and can I have some???)
Mimi: Ummmm, I went to the grocery store with Tori during my off hour. (and sure)
Me: Hey, we've had this conversation before. If you want to leave the school grounds during school hours, you have to tell me in advance.
Mimi: {noncommittal shrug}
Me: Seriously. If you can't remember it on yourRandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-59601298822096791502010-10-20T16:03:00.001-06:002010-10-20T16:05:08.972-06:00The PartyHello my neglected blog friends!
Blogging has taken a little bit of a backseat in my life these days. You might have noticed.
I don't even remember the last time I was on my google reader.
I just popped in today to say "Hi" and "I miss you guys!"
I'll be back to catch up one of these days, but in the mean time, here's a link to the best blog post I've read in a long time. Maybe Randihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-81768717068281207732010-09-30T08:53:00.003-06:002010-09-30T09:04:26.404-06:00Some People Should Just Be Banned From Texting Reasons why I should not be allowed to text:
1) I'm just slow.
In the beginning of my texting career, I would get a text from one of my children, and then while trying to respond, I would get another text asking if I was there. And then another asking if I was going to respond. But, you know, to see what the new messages were, I would have to exit the message I was Randihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-23709799712798036152010-09-24T15:06:00.004-06:002010-09-24T16:03:39.081-06:00Let's Go to New England!Yep. That was the little phrase that saved my sanity.
And then occasionally in the ensuing weeks - he would walk around humming "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year". Because, well, we all know how I feel about fall.
And then he really made it happen LAST WEEK, and it was everything we hoped it would be, except for the part where we didn't stay for weeks. Randihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-41839708549798819592010-09-23T20:52:00.001-06:002010-09-23T20:53:21.006-06:005 Happy Words The Brain Deserves An Award.
Well, more than one, but I'm talking about some sort of trophy or badge or recognition just for being able to stay married to someone who is somewhat - let's call it "psychiatrically challenged" at times.
I had kind of a rough July. There were running injuries. There were vehicle issues. There were daughters with life changing news. Randihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-26778115309398539682010-09-13T17:31:00.005-06:002010-09-20T12:49:34.758-06:00Catalog LivingThis site makes me laugh. It's full of catalog photos for which someone has written funny captions.
Like this one:
Elaine got the feeling that Gary planned to stay in the bathroom for a long time.
and this one:
Sure Gary’s out of town, but I’m perfectly capable of starting a fire in the fireplace by myself, thank you very much.
I sometimes wonder who does the staging for Randihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-61116833027104415042010-09-10T10:10:00.001-06:002010-09-12T19:52:07.456-06:00Life's LessonsI wish I could have an advance schedule for my Life Lessons. Don't you think you could do better if you knew what God had on the agenda for you, and approximately when it was coming? I maintain that every kid should be born with a little schedule taped to his or her backside. I don't even need specifics...just give me a hint at what I'm supposed to be learning, and I'll be twice as Randihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-15795111799500638862010-09-09T21:22:00.004-06:002010-09-09T22:19:07.066-06:00Excitement! May! Be! Overrated!I'm at my brother's house for the next day or two to watch the kids while their mom is having a New! Baby! and it's Very! Exciting!
Of course, the other 3 kids are so excited about the New! Baby! It has been one huge day of Energy! because how often in your life do you get a New! Baby! to come and live at your house, right?
So we went to the hospital after school to visit the New! Baby! Randihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-25671052666725493732010-09-08T13:20:00.008-06:002010-09-08T13:22:54.800-06:00Boys Will Be GirlsThis makes me laugh, and completely cracks my girls up.
You guys want to split an ice cube or something?
Randihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-48772065818858160752010-08-17T17:11:00.003-06:002010-10-01T15:57:14.125-06:00Driving is the New Donkey Kong16 is a strange age in Colorado right now. 16 years old used to mean driving. And by association, freedom.
...freedom from driving people to seminary...
Oh, we're not talking about me. Sorry.
The way the driving laws have been revised here - which I completely approve, btw - it has become sort of a tricky combination of things one would have to do to get a driver's license on Randihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-20975109863559503832010-08-16T16:38:00.000-06:002010-08-16T16:38:28.580-06:00Well, It IS Happier for Mommy...Yesterday Lizzie got a new calling to be the Nursery Song Leader, and with the calling came the Primary Songbook so she could go over the words to the songs the kids already know. It only took her about 10 minutes of going through the songs to undo a lifetime of brainwashing.
I guess it was inevitable that she discovered the words to the song are not actually:
"When we're helping Randihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-28826460217118912152010-08-15T13:51:00.000-06:002010-08-15T13:51:49.928-06:00The Words "Food" and "Experiment" Should Never Be Used TogetherOk friends - We need your help!!
As you may or may not know, Lizzie is off to college in January. (woo hoo!)
She is in a position where she will have access to one on-campus meal a day, (she's kind of thinking lunch, since she will be out and about anyway) and then will need to work out her other two meals in her apartment kitchen, and stay within her budget! So we're trying toRandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-54016640074605812232010-08-12T13:45:00.001-06:002010-08-12T14:13:09.654-06:00The Trek!It's possible that I am the last lds person on earth to go on a pioneer trek. For those who are not lds, a pioneer trek is a reenactment of some portion of the Mormon Pioneers' journey across the central plains and mountains to Salt Lake City. Generally (but not always) it's a youth activity, and it takes various forms, and is done in various places, but it always involves loaded Randihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-71662405079490068292010-07-15T11:52:00.005-06:002010-07-15T12:43:12.674-06:00Oh, Hello! I have a blog? Really? Let's see, I think I vaguely remember something about that....
Over the last few weeks I've had a chance to drive all over the state of Colorado. Truth be told, it's one of my favorite things to do. I have a hard time resisting the pull of a little mining town, and driving slowly through it while looking at the different buildings, and seeing Randihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-50607929176000863362010-06-14T13:09:00.000-06:002010-06-14T13:09:27.593-06:00One Green Clover Marshmallow Short of a Lucky Charms BoxDon't want to alarm anyone, but today IS the beginning of Craaaaaazy Cereal Week.
We arrived home from our morning field trip to the cereal aisle, and naturally tore right into the boxes, with our bowls and spoons clanging happily.
Lizzie: "Remember Mimi, these two are mine, and you can't eat them without asking me."
Mimi: "Unless I sneak down here in the middle of the night."
Lizzie: "Unless Randihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007302520478956179.post-66020967829950327342010-06-12T09:45:00.002-06:002010-06-12T10:10:55.388-06:00Adventure SquaredLast week when our summer calendar called for an Adventure Day, Mimi and I decided to go to the Rockies game with some friends. The game would have been a good adventure all by itself, but then we also decided that in an effort to train for our upcoming pioneer trek, we would walk there. It's about 15 miles, so you know, it was your basic A2 (as in "adventure squared", but I Randihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11851220760568533019noreply@blogger.com16