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Sunday, November 2, 2008

Always....

Always check your pockets/hands before you leave the house to make sure you have your keys. I checked my bag for my church keys but that was pretty useless when I got to the car and realized I had just locked the door of the house and didn't have a way to start the car! Donovan tried picking the lock. Luckily our neighbor 2 houses down is LDS and hadn't left for church yet. She gave us a ride and I got a house key from Russell so we could get in after church. And since my boys have big mouths - I won't be forgetting this incident any time soon. :)

4 comments:

Kim said...: You had an exciting morning too!; November 2, 2008 at 5:31 PM
The Katy Daileys said...: Oh, man! I hate it when that happens! In our old house I did it so much I hid a key outside. I have not done that in this house yet, but I am sure soon I will wish I had hidden a key somewhere. Glad it turned out good!; November 2, 2008 at 5:52 PM
Becky said...: Mercedes did that to me a couple months ago. I was getting Benji in the car and had the house door locked, but open. I remember it happening in slow motion as I watched her slam the door shut. Horrible to watch.. simply sickening. Lol.; November 2, 2008 at 7:22 PM
Eileen said...: oh my. glad you got back in - but i have to admit i feel really sorry that the boys had to witness it. they'll use that one for years! hugs...ellie; November 2, 2008 at 9:33 PM

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I am thankful...

I am thankful for so many things. Cloudy skies, rain - and even snow when I stay home. I am thankful for my health - that I can walk, bend, stretch, think, rest. I am thankful for my family. The little guys and the big guy too! And extended family too! I am thankful for my talents - which allow me to express myself in different ways. I am thankful for my callings - being with the kids in Primary sure lends a different perspective on things. Cub Scouts keeps me on my toes and helps the boys learn what they need to know. I am thankful for so many things. Thank you Heavenly Father for blessing me so much!

A really neat poem to remember President Hinckley

Someone wrote this after the news that President Hinckley had passed. It's beautiful, so I thought it was appropriate to share.

Prophet Passing

I imagine he's running to Marjorie now,
Yes, running, not waving his cane.
I see him embracing his father and mother
While they keep repeating his name.

I see him now meeting his forebears,
Brother Brigham and Joseph are there.
Sweet reunion of prophets, united by service
That only such noble men share.

I see him embraced by the Savior
While Father says, "Good and well done.
So faithful in stalwart endurance, I welcome
My noble, most excellent son."

I then hear the ripples of laughter
As he says the reception's just fine,
But he hopes that he'll get an assignment or two
Since there's no need to waste any time.

I can hear his clear voice in the stillness
At the close of this sweet Sabbath day,
Have faith and move forward — there's work to be done.
President Hinckley would want it that way.

Anna M. Molgard
January 27, 2008

An ode to Aprons.

The principal use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath. Because she only had a few, it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and they used less material, but along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven. It was wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears. From the chicken coop the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven. When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids. And when the weather was cold, Grandma wrapped it around her arms. Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove. Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron. From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls. In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees. When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds. When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner. It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that 'old-time apron' that served so many purposes.

*Disclaimer* I didn't write this. It was posted on another site I visit. My love of aprons compelled me to add it to my blog.

My Four Sons...and a Husband!

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Always....

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