Chilling at the Bowling Alley

Bowlin'

This was taken before I got into my groove. :P

Bowling a la Deuce

We finally went bowling in memory of Deuce after having postponed it for over a month. It wasn't our best day out, but most of us had fun and no one was injured. Here's Jim's form.

Birthday Cake Cheer 9.30.08

The Green Cube

Me "in my element." I won the opportunity to drive this car during September--it was a contest they are doing all year long at work. I also got a $100 gas card and $100 cash (to cover the taxes). It was fun to drive something new for a month. The girls loved opening all the windows... And, yes, I've caught Jim's disease and I'm now blinking in many photos. It helps when he doesn't say when he's taking the pictures...

Sicko

Last week I had that sinking feeling, along with a scratchy throat that said, "Uh oh, you are sick!" Over the next couple days, my voice went south for the winter, my head stuffed up like a Christmas goose, and I developed a dry cough that is mighty irritating. I had tons to do at work so I made it in every day, though Thursday I missed more than half a day. Ironically, I was well enough to attend our Health Fair at work Wednesday, where I learned even more about orthotic insoles and watched people play Wii bowling and some balance game. But I digress.

Jim has taken care of me, fetching me a bottle of water here and making me a cup of soup there. But for the most part, I managed to get my own meds, herbs, tissues, etc. On the contrary, when he is sick, he stays in bed and can't even move. We call this a man cold. Have you seen the mancold video? If not, here it is. I think it's funny.

> http://glumbert.com/wii/view.php?name=mancold

So, here are my deep thoughts on sickness.

1. Don't assume one full box of tissues is enough.
2. Don't underestimate the power of real herbal ephedra as a decongestant. (I saved it from when we could buy it legally.)
3. Don't take the blame when your obnoxious co-worker says you made him sick.
4. Don't go to bed with a price on your head.
5. Lying in the bathtub in lukewarm water is a BAD time to discover that "someone" turned down the hot water heater. Luckily my sweet husband microwaved water by the mixing bowl-ful and brought it to me to keep me from getting a worse chill. I felt like someone in a Jane Austen novel. or not.
6. It's amazing what self control I have eating good foods when I'm sick, and how that all goes out the window when I'm feeling a bit bettah.
7. I can sing tenor and bass without a problem. On a parallel note, our FHE songs sounded worse than normal last night...
8. Chicken soup is more than just for the soul!

Alright, I'm just rambling. Have a great and healthy day!

Interpreting the Scriptures

This morning, we were reading scriptures with the girls, and Lee Lee read 2 Nephi 21:5 thusly:

"And righteousness shall be the griddle of his lions..."

Guess those lions better watch it, or they'll be served on toast! It was very cute and I had a big grin on my face.

Becky had her own scripture funny last week. We encourage her to break bigger words into chunks instead of guessing them by looking at the first two letters. So she carefully read without batting an eye, "Dam...ass..kis".

Right! It's Damascus, moving on!

Staying until the end

Yesterday I left work early and drove up to Orem to watch Kenny's JV football game, something I have done about 5 times this season. Chances are always better that he will get to play in a JV game rather than varsity. He was in for three or four kickoffs, and his team was up 18-7 with about five minutes left. I had already talked myself into staying just a "little bit longer" a few times, knowing that the dinner schedule would be tight with Jim watching girls and running Jon to his FB practice, and me having YW.

Just then, I saw Kenny go in at corner, and right off the bat, the play came his way. For a split second I thought he was beaten, but then he reached out and tackled the receiver and stripped the ball simultaneously, then wrapped up the loose ball on the ground for a Springville recovery. He was elated and I was too. He got all kinds of high fives from teammates on the sidelines.

Springville didn't do much with the possession and ended up punting. Mt. View had the ball deep in their own territory. They threw an out to the receiver on Kenny's side, who looked to pitch it to another guy running by-- a hook and ladder--a play they had scored on in the first half. Kenny was covering the pitch guy and the pitch went bad. He scooped it up and ran it in for a TOUCHDOWN! I had the camera up by my eye when it all happened, AND my phone rang right when the play started. I told Jim "Hold on!" and put the phone down while this play transpired. He heard some cheering and me hollering. Then I screamed at him, "Kenny just scored a touchdown!" It was very cool. I wish I had a better picture of it. You can see him at the back of the end zone (#89).

Kenny had a great night, reliving his shining moments and getting praised by teammates and coaches alike. I was psyched to have been there and seen it. Dinner turned out fine--I talked Jim through it.

Hair Issues

I took this picture after one of Kenny's football games. I couldn't resist. I felt like yelling at my imaginary friend, "Hey, comb over here!" If only I had an imaginary friend...

Becky had a bad hair day recently. For some reason, she decided to put it in a knot/bun on top of her head, a la the way a lady in our ward often wears her hair. But she grew increasingly frustrated with it. I told her to leave the bathroom, eat breakfast, then try it again. Notably frustrated, she complied then went back at it later. Right after we finished reading scriptures all together, Jim asked her, "What is going on with your hair?" She promptly burst into tears, ran upstairs ranting about "stupid hair" and "hate my family." Dad got a lesson in tact, but I had to chuckle when she was out of earshot. Luckily Shelly showed all the girls a new 'do that is cute and semi-easy. We hope to avoid hair-related tears at least until they are 12.

Password Panic

I hate passwords. I had to change two passwords in the past two days, and now I can't remember what's what. And my bank isn't helping me remember. They just tell me that my login failed and try again later, moron. Luckily, Shelly emailed me the login and password to this here fine site so I could "remember" it (aka look it up). In a meeting this morning at work, our boss encouraged us to change our passwords often. The MAC users don't have to, but the PC users do every six months, and your password has to contain a capital letter, numeral, symbol and something in Swahili. Honestly. So I'm thinking most of us have a secret list of all of our passwords hidden somewhere so in case they have a brain cramp, they aren't completely useless. Am I right?