Sunday, May 22, 2005


Fish and Lobster

We went fishing yesterday. They had stocked Wilson Ponds Thursday or Friday, so we decided Saturday would be a great time for the boys’ first fishing experience. The ponds weren’t too busy, and we fished at an inlet where about 25 fish were hanging out picking worms off of hooks. So we fished. Caleb “caught” a fish when Dave handed him his pole, telling Caleb it was his turn to fish. Caleb was delighted to catch a fish so quickly. I tried to do the same with Devin, but as he was reeling it in the fish escaped. Then I caught a fish. I re-baited the hook, tossed it in, and handed the pole to Devin to hold while I took care of Ethan for a minute. And that’s how he caught his fish. At nearly the same moment, Dave caught a fish. So we caught four fish. I had caught one Thursday night when Dave and I went fishing. So we had fish for dinner today. Dave grilled them. The boys loved it. Both the fish and the fact that they were eating something they had caught.

As for the lobster... Well, that’s me. I remembered to TAKE the sunscreen, just not to APPLY it. Even Dave burned slightly. Ethan was a tad pink, but I didn’t notice even any pinkness on Devin and Caleb. I, however, fried. Very red. Very sore. Very lobster-esque. That’s what I get for being so "white and delightsome".

Sunday, May 08, 2005


Mother's Day

Last night I was doing laundry. I know that is stating the obvious, as I am ALWAYS doing laundry, but anyway... There was a batch of towels and rags that had had to be washed, and when they came out of the dryer at 1:00 am, I really didn't feel like folding them. I hated that I would have to look at a basket of unfolded items all day Sunday, but decided I would just deal with it.

This morning when I got up, Devin and Caleb greeted me. "Good morning, Mom." (in stereo even!) Devin says, "We folded all of the towels and rags." Caleb says, "Yes. And that is the supwise!" How sweet! Talk about starting my day off right! I even managed to just be happy about it, and not be disturbed or lecture about Sunday activities. :) But then my precious dears would NOT go up with the Primary children to do the Mother's Day mini program. *sigh* I was very sad about that. Oh, well. That would have been their first Sacrament Meeting singing with the Primary. I finally have kids old enough to be up there. But they would not go. Wonder where they get their dislike of being infront of large groups of people?? Nobody say it. :)

After Sacrament Meeting we got our obligatory (stinky but pretty) pink geranium. Now, I cannot grow flowers for the life of me. Black thumbs. So I look forward to this annual ritual, for then I will have a living flower in my home for about a month until is is completely dead. So I was happy to get my flower. Unfortunately, I put it on top of the car as I was loading Norah into the back seat. The rest is history... So no flower in my house this year. :( Oh, well. LOL

[I had taken Dave's car to church, and he took the kids in the van. I left church early because I have a very "out" neck and am perpetually looking at things slightly sideways. I had to lead the music in Sacrament Meeting, but that was about as far as I could make it. Dave stayed with the rest of the kids.]

Sunday, May 01, 2005


Waving at Zombies

So I have to wonder why there is even a chorister in Sacrament Meeting.

I was fortunate enough to receive this calling about a month ago. Since that time I have dutifully stood up and waved my arm around, "leading" the congregation in singing praises. But not really. See, first off, the organist has her own agenda. No matter how fast or slow I try to wave my arm around, she plods on at her own predetermined pace. This pace seems to be the same for every song, and it is definitely on the slow side. Energetic songs just aren't the same when they take twice as long to sing..... And even if I had some sway with the organist, it wouldn't matter because the congregation doesn't even sing. They seem to all be a bunch of zombies, staring at me with blank eyes, most not even trying to move their lips. There just is no point for me to be there.

And during all of this, I am trying to signal to my children to behave themselves, sit down, shut up, etc. Yes, Dave is sitting with them, but he is rather oblivious. And when he is not drowning in oblivion, he is being highly amused.

For instance, today Ethan tried to follow me up onto the stand when I went up to "lead" the congregation in the closing hymn. Instead of snatching Ethan up and keeping him in his seat, Dave, sporting a large grin, sits forward in the pew and watches with extreme enjoyment as Ethan climbs up the stairs after me and then freezes in terror when the organ starts blaring. The zombies perk up a bit. I can see some of them wondering if they should help me out and go rescue my child. But they decide not to as the child's father is right there and should be doing that himself. Anyway, I finish with the song, and sit in a chair on the stand. Poor Ethan is standing trembling by the stairs still, so I have to beckon him over to me before the closing prayer starts. I get him calmed down, and after the prayer send him back on down to Dave, because I still have to conduct the practice hymn while the Sunday School teachers go set up for their classes. Well, Ethan doesn't make it all the way back to Dave before the organ starts up again, so I cut the practice hymn off after the first verse, so I can take care of my poor child.

Anyway, I let Dave know how displeased I was, but he could still barely control his laughter, he had been so entertained. *double sigh* I really have FIVE children you know....

I expect Dave will post some sort of rebuttal here, but we will all know that the truth has already been told.

That said, I am thankful for having this second calling. Heavenly Father knows that I need these blessings. And there is no such thing as a free lunch. Ya gotta work for it. Or endure, at the very least. You know how much I LOVE being up in front of people...

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