The Trials of a Busy Mom

Author: Superpaige (Page 40 of 180)

There’s a new coop in town

Not to dwell on the bad, but last week a dog got the last of my chickens. The worst part was that I looked out one morning and saw the dog with my chicken in her mouth. I ran out there in bare feet to try to rescue her, but it was too late. I screamed at the dog and she slunk off. I broke down and cried. Actually, I cried a whole lot. She was my favorite chicken. My only chicken left, and I couldn’t get the image of the dog killing her out of my mind. I think because I had not cried when the other ones were killed, but this time the kids were gone and wouldn’t see me crying.

I did contact the dog owner, though. (Not right then, but a day later, when I could speak of it calmly without crying.) They were very sorry and offered to pay for chickens and punish the dog and keep her in their own yard. I can’t say it won’t happen again, but we will reinforce the dog run so that chickens can’t fly out the top when a dog comes barking. We will try again. Even if we are in a neighborhood full of dogs and our yard is not fenced. I don’t want to be the girl who had chickens once. That day I started looking on the internet for “dog proof chicken runs” and “How to keep chickens safe from predators” and looking on KSL.com for chickens for sale.

Because now that we’re all into this chicken project, I was authorized to spend some money instead of just relying on things I could get for free. And I had been complaining about the coop and how it needed this modification and that fixing. Ryan wasn’t thrilled about fixing up what he called a piece of junk coop. Somehow one of the kids suggested I should call my ‘friend’ Nate Berkus
and ask him to design a chicken coop for us. While that’s not a bad idea, and I am certain that any chicken coop designed and/or built by Nate would be FABULOUS, I don’t really think he’d jump at the chance to do that for his show. But I might just send him an email anyway.

When I started looking, I found that there are a lot of chicken coops for sale! Fancy ones, HUGE ones, little ones, etc. Wow.
I found this ad that had just been put up, and I called.

It seemed sturdy, safe, and oh, so cute! I arranged to come and pick up the coop and his three chickens on Friday. Ryan was off work, so he and I took the truck up to Riverton to pick up this coop. The bad thing was that this coop built out of an old playhouse was wider than the gate, so we had to lift the whole thing up OVER the 5 ft fence. Somehow we managed with the three of us. The coop barely fit in our small truck. It had to sit on top of the wheel wells and was hanging out the back. But we used the trusty tie downs and took it slowly back home. I had the three chickens in a rubbermaid box on my lap. They did not enjoy the ride, I tell you.

We got home and had to muscle it out of the truck and put it in the garden area by the other coop.

Look at that metal roof! No rain or snow dripping on the chickens in that little house.

The little run is quite short, and we still have this dog run, so we want to figure out a way to attach that and give them a little more room to run around in, and still be safe from dogs.

But it makes me happy to have chickens again. And who doesn’t love a coop built from a cute pink play house?! (Ryan says we should paint it barn red, which would also be cute. We’ll see about that.) On their first day here they laid three eggs for us, so I’m pleased with their work, as well. We are returning the loaner chicken to her rightful owner, and going with these three. They came prenamed, so I guess we’ll stick with that, even though I don’t think that Lexi, Juliette and Violet are great chicken names. They even have little colored bands on their legs and a key written on the inside wall of the little house that says which color means which name (Violet is the blue one, etc.) Cute. So we’ll just go with that. If you’d like to come and visit our new little family of chickens, feel free to come on over. We’ll even give you a fresh brown egg if you’d like.

What a success! (I say as I pat myself on the back)

This week we had our Hawk Walk awards assembly. It’s the final activity of the fundraiser that I was in charge of for the PTA. If you’d like to read more about our actual walkathon which was held last month, you can read about it HERE. Our theme has been, “We need to raise SUMO money.”
After that we had a lot of lap card counting and tabulating to figure out the top walkers in each grade, the classes who walked the most laps, judge the coloring contest, count money that came in and figure out which classes brought in the most percentage of their envelopes and also the $100 club, or the kids who brought in over one hundred dollars. All of these winners get prizes of some sort. I had planned on treating the class that walked the most laps to lunch from Chick-fil-A WITH the Cow! But we had a little problem with the laps. You see, there were two tracks, and they were both 1/5 mile long. But on one, the track took a slight jog in and out to make it long enough, and come to find out some of the kids just walked straight, which made that lap shorter by about 50 feet. Big deal, right? Oh, the complaints from the teachers! “That track was shorter, and so it’s not fair that my kids were walking on the other track.” Hmmmm, when I look at my schedule, Mrs. We-Have-to-win-at-everything, it shows that you were supposed to walk on that track. If you had only walked on your assigned track, we wouldn’t be having this conversation, would we? (No, of course I didn’t say that! That’s why it’s not in quotes, silly!) I just smiled and said we would take that into account. But then that made me really want that class to NOT win. As I counted the lap totals, I adjusted for the shorter lap, etc. Two classes were neck and neck. Really, it was too close to call it. One was ahead in laps, until I made the adjustment for the cheaters who didn’t walk the actual lap, then the other class was slightly ahead. I wanted to throw out both of those classes (because they ALWAYS win at everything. Overachievers) and say that someone else was the winner. But, even though I am in charge of the event and can really do whatever I want, that would probably be wrong. So, I called those two classes AND the next class that was only a fraction of a lap behind the winners. THREE CLASSES as winners. But then I had a problem. How could I crown three classes the winner, and would I have to change my prize of lunch from Chick-fil-A? ARgh. I called Vern, my super great contact at Chick-fil-A, and we worked something out. I paid as much as I could possibly afford, ($100), and he covered the rest of the cost (which was about $230). They have been SO generous with us!

So, I made certificates, divvied out prizes, stapled the free sandwich and free kids meal gift certificates for every student in the school, distributed all these into the teachers boxes, and was ready for the assembly the next day.

I went Tuesday night to pick up the sumo suits so that I wouldn’t have to rush and get them the morning of. I had asked if that would be ok, but I failed to call the day of and remind her that I was coming to get them. I got there after 7:00, and when I rang the bell, no one was there. This is a home based business, so I could understand that they had stepped out. I called both numbers I had listed, sent a text, did everything I could to contact her, and then came home. I was frustrated and disappointed and kind of mad that I had just wasted an hour (and the gas) driving out there and gotten no sumo suits. I was going to let my kids play around in them that night, too. Darn. As I got home and sent her an email, the horrible thought came to my mind….”What if she’s out of town and I can’t get the suits for tomorrow?!” Then the panic really started to kick in. It had been a really bad day, I was feeling fluish, and just wanted to go to bed, but I was worried about the suits. Thankfully, she called me back at about 8:45 and apologized over and over and over. I understand that these things happen, and I told her I would just come in the morning at about 8:30.

The next morning, I picked up the suits and floor mats without incident, went to the school to do my last certificates, and set things up. The principal even let me drive my car around to the back to set up. I felt like SUCH a rebel!


(Here’s a suit waiting to be worn)

The weather was perfect! I had worried that it might rain, but it was wonderful. Chilly but not too cold (although cold is good if you’re going to be throwing yourself around in a huge sumo suit). The sun was shining, and the kids were excited.


(especially this cute kid!)

We started the assembly, and I got to thank them all for their hard work and tell them how successful our event was. We actually raised more money than we EVER have doing this thing, so I feel pretty good about that. I announced the names of the fastest walkers and the $100 club, but I didn’t call them up. They get their certificate back in class and then we don’t have to deal with a bunch of confusion with kids coming up to get their prizes (yes, I’m brilliant!). I made a big deal about how we had THREE class winners, and there was much cheering when I announced those classes. Then I turned the time over to our principal, and they had a whole schtick worked up.

First came the silly string. There must always be silly string.

Then the office ladies came out as witches to pronounce a hex on the teacher who was wrestling the principal. It was so cute!

Such fun! Such drama! Then they wriggled into the suits and had the actual SUMO part.

I was laughing so hard! It was GREAT!!
We declared the teacher the winner and let them get out of their suits. I thanked the kids again, and sent them back to class. And it was over! Well, not quite over. I had to pack up the suits then get ready for our reward lunch, which was happening in about 45 minutes.

The lunch with the cow was also a big success! The kids got to come down early and eat chicken nuggets and brownies and lemonaide with the fun and friendly cow, and it was a lot of fun.

We were a bit stingy on the chicken nugget distribution, and therefore ended up with quite a bit left over. Looking back, we should have given all the kids one more nugget each, and it would have been about perfect, but we didn’t want to run out at the end. We made up plates for the office lady, the principal, the teacher who wrestled, and the custodians. We also had some. There was still enough for me to bring home and feed my family for dinner.

So now it is over! Me and the cow and the sumo suits, we throw a great party.

And I couldn’t be more pleased with how it turned out! Hooray for me!

When sad things happen

As I was driving with my carpool peeps to bell choir rehearsal the other night, my friend Marie, said, “Paige, how do you keep so upbeat all the time?” I laughed and said, “I do a lot of yelling at home.” And then I laughed some more and tried to explain. The yelling is not HOW I stay upbeat. I was just trying to explain that I’m NOT upbeat all the time. Not by a long shot. It made her feel better to hear that I do my share of yelling.

And let me assure you, I’m far from upbeat right now.

Yesterday I subbed for a junior high German teacher. The German part was fun, but the subbing part was ok, but still exhausting. I wasn’t here when the kids came home from school, and that was a day when I really should have been home. As I drove up, I knew something was wrong. There were a lot of white feathers all over in the front yard, and even out into the street. Not a good sign. I pulled into the garage and was met by texts from Natalie on my phone as well as a couple of crying kids.

Something had attacked the chickens. Two were found dead close to their run, one was missing, and one had been found in a window well. Somehow all of them had gotten out of the pen and something had attacked them. But who would let them out? And who lets their dog run wild into other people’s yards and lets it attack innocent chickens? Had one of the kids left the door open in the morning? They assure me that they didn’t. Did some neighbor kid come over in the morning and open the door? Did some malicious person purposely let them out? They can’t open the door themselves. I had to deal with the sad and crying kids, and take care of the dead chickens. “Why did the dog attack OUR chickens?” John said, “Why don’t they attack those chickens that we saw on the side of the road?” It’s difficult to comfort a sad child who doesn’t understand why when you do not understand the why yourself. No time for my own sadness. We disposed of the bodies and went looking for the other chicken. We didn’t see brown feathers so we had hope that she had gotten away. Maybe she would come back when it got dark. Sadly, I soon found her body, too. In the neighbor’s yard. I hurried and cleaned that up before their kids came out and witnessed the carnage, as well.

As the older kids came home, they already had heard the news, thanks to the texting skills of their sister. Megan was extremely upset and crying, and I had to start a new round of comforting my children.

Was this chicken thing a mistake? Should we not have named them, treated them like loved pets? Should we not be so concerned with their comfort and just consider them ‘farm animals’ and not pets?

I had one chicken left. One sad and lonely chicken who had witnessed the attack of her friends, and she had barely managed to escape. And now she’s alone. I called my friend who I consider an expert on chickens, and asked if I could borrow one of her older chickens. She had recently told me that she needed to get new younger chickens because hers were getting older, not laying, and she was considering giving them to another neighbor. If she was going to get rid of them anyway, would she mind lending one to me so that my poor little Gabby wouldn’t have to be alone. She readily agreed. John and his friend, Tucker, picked a chicken out from their chickens, and brought it over.

What a friend to give up one of her chickens for me! I asked Tucker what the chicken’s name was, and he said she didn’t have a name. John named her Thunder. She looks pretty mangy right now. I guess she’s molting, but my friend assures me that this is one of her nicest chickens. So far the two chickens are NOT acting like friends, and I am still worried about both of them.

Soon it was dinner time and I had nothing made. Kids had to go to soccer and volleyball and I had to go to an orientation meeting about our upcoming Japanese student. Throw something in the oven and get going.

By the time I got home from the meeting, I was spent. It had been a very long day. A day of sadness, and I hadn’t yet had the chance to cry. Instead of crying, I decided I needed to laugh, so I pulled Ryan into the family room to eat a Magnum bar that I had in the freezer for a time such as this, and we watched Modern Family.

Yum. And the laugh was good, too.

Exhausted, I hauled myself up to bed, hoping I could get a good night’s sleep this time. I hadn’t slept well the night before. I was a little worried about waking up in time to get to the sub job, and I got home late from bell choir rehearsal. I slept for an hour or two, then woke up. Worry, anxious about the chickens, and sad. Not the restful night I had needed.

While I was a little relieved to see both chickens out there, it still made me sad to think about them. And I can’t stop thinking about their dead little chicken bodies and remembering scooping them up to dispose of them. But life must go on, and I had to get myself ready and the kids ready for the day. Kindergarten this time, and thankfully, only half day. I can do anything for half a day, right?

It still doesn’t make any sense.

One of my neighbors, a dog owner, said she saw the feathers when she walked by with her dog at about noon, and wondered if we had caught the culprit on our porch cam. She said she hopes it wasn’t her dog, and to please tell her if it was. Unfortunately, our porch cam doesn’t isn’t hooked up to record everything that happens when we aren’t there right now, and it’s only in the front of the house. There is no chicken cam, although maybe we need one. The only clue would be if her dog had a mouthful of feathers. And would I really want to know? If I knew who’s dog it was, would I say something to the owner? What can they do to make it right? Buy me new chickens? Maybe. Keep their dog in their own yard? Maybe. Maybe not. But would it cause bad feelings between me and my neighbors? I don’t want to hate all the neighborhood dogs. And I don’t want to hate my neighbors because they have dogs that they don’t keep contained in their own yards. But right now, to be honest, I kind of do.

I know they are just chickens. It’s not like a member of my family was injured or something. I’m trying to convince myself that I am overreacting and need to not let it make me so sad. I’m working on it. I am also wondering if I can handle being a chicken owner. This will probably happen again sometime. There will always be dogs. Sigh.

So to Henrietta, Pirate and Carmel, we will miss you. You were good little chickens. We loved you. The kids know that you are happy in chicken heaven.

Observations

I’ve been substituting for about a month now. I’ve worked something like 5 days and made about $250. Seriously. If you need money to escape somewhere tropical, this isn’t the job for you. I’m not sure if it’s even the job for me. But I’ve noticed a few things in my short working career.

-Sometimes when you are subbing at a new school you feel VERY alone. There I am, in my little classroom full of kids, with NO OTHER ADULTS AROUND. If they overtook me and tied me up with jump ropes and stoned me to death with picture books, they could probably get away with it because NO ONE would hear me screaming. Or if they did, they may not think much of it. Seriously. I check in at the office in the morning and then…there you go. The other teachers don’t say hi, at recess duty, none of the real teachers talked to me, and at lunch I just ate in the classroom because I didn’t want to wander the halls and look for the faculty room. If I needed help, I could dial the office, but good luck getting to the phone in time if those little monsters decided to attack.

–I need my own whistle.

–Junior high teachers get a prep period every other day. If you happen to be subbing on prep day, then you get a nice break, so make sure you bring a book, cause it’s awful boring sitting in someone else’s classroom with nothing to do. And on days like yesterday, when the air is still on and the heat is not, it’s VERY COLD.

–Bring a sweater (see above). It’s COLD in some schools. I feel sorry for those scrawny 13 year olds pulling their arms in to their t-shirts because they are so cold.

–At the Jr. High level, some schools give you a free school lunch when you sub. One school gave me a candy bar when I checked in. Small perks, yes, (especially considering they are paying me barely minimum wage to babysit their little monkeys) but still nice.

–Kids love a good brain teaser. Thankfully, there are a few nice ones in my substitute book that Kelly services gave me. How about this:

al me lm
em la ae

(3 square meals)

O or: be sick ed

(sick in bed)

r this one r/e/a/d/i/n/g

(reading between the lines)

If I write a couple of those on the board and have them there all class period, they wonder about it, and then we can discuss it and give the answers at the end of class. A few good jokes don’t hurt, either.

–While in some ways subbing is easier than being a regular teacher (you don’t have to deal with parents and you don’t have to make the lesson plans), being a sub for the day is EXHAUSTING! You don’t have the threat cred that the regular teacher has, and kids have that mentality that “it’s just a sub, so I can act up”. It takes a LOT of energy to stay on top of them, and I come home dragging. I couldn’t do this full time. I can barely do one or two days a week. Although maybe it gets easier. We’ll see.

–This week, as I was attending parent teacher conferences and helping at the book fair, I put a note in the teachers boxes telling them that I was available for subbing. Today I got a call. Coincidence? I don’t think so.

–I realize the difference between the honors classes and the regular classes. I’m going to MAKE my kids take honors classes from now on, even if they are not honors students and they don’t want to. There is just such a HUGE difference in the amount of teaching that can be done, and the caliber of kids. Wow.

–I subbed for my 7th grader’s math class, and she did NOT want me to acknowledge her. I wrote my name on the board, but none of them realized that I was the same Erickson as her. She doesn’t really know many people in that class. I did NOT say she was my daughter, but I did walk by and casually give her notes that said, “How’s your day going?” “Having fun?” and “Love you, Mom.” It was fun.

–Since I don’t have people calling to request me, I have to keep checking the Kelly website (since all subs go through Kelly now). If you see a job available, you have about 10 seconds to decide if you want to take that job, because if you don’t jump at it, someone else will. It’s a lot of pressure when you see a job appear. Do I want to work today? Can I be ready to work in 25 minutes? Do I want to go to that school? Do I want to do jr High? And then if you click accept, it’s kind of the same feeling as winning a contest. I got a JOB!!

Family Pictures

This week we were brave and had family photos taken. Those of you with families know what a HUGE pain it is to have family pictures taken, especially for the mother, who has to find a photographer and set an appointment, decide on a color scheme and find clothes for everyone that sort of match, then worry about hair and faces and accessories. Honestly, I worry more about how I look than anyone else. I’m sure they will all look fine, but I spend a lot of time yesterday picking out clothes that didn’t make me feel or look extra fat, that I wouldn’t worry or feel self conscious in, and then did my hair extra cute and even wore eye shadow and jewelry. Sadly, I got myself all cute looking before I had to go and do my “work” at the school. I had planned on delivering large amounts of books to the 4th, 5th, and 6th graders (long story, I’ll share it with you soon). That meant hauling boxes of books from the storage room to each classroom, getting the boxes open, saying my little shpeal to each class and handing them out. I did four classes and was going to do the next when the teacher said it was a bad time. I realized I was getting sweaty (NO! Not SWEAT!) and decided it was a good time to stop this nonsense and come back again the next day and maybe get one of my PTA peeps to help me distribute these books so that it:

a)wouldn’t take all day
b)it wouldn’t matter so much if I got sweaty
c)it’s always more fun with a friend.

I walked out of the school and it was raining. Not pouring rain or anything, but a nice sprinkling to make sure that my hair went even flatter.

I went home and realized the chickens were hungry and would like to be let out of their pen. I took my Kindle outside to read, and not one minute after I let them out and sat down to read, it started to rain again. Ugh. Getting those chickens back in their pen is not always easy, so by the time they were in, the hair was super flat.
Sigh
I put my velcro rollers in again, but didn’t know if I had any hope of getting the hair back to the state it had been in the morning. I did some more fiddling with my hair until it looked pretty good. By then the kids were coming home, so I tried to get THEIR hair to look good.

Then there’s the clothing choices. I picked out everyone’s clothes or told them what they could wear. When we were all dressed, Ryan breezed in at the last second and I told him what shirt to put on.

The photo shoot itself was far less painful than getting ready. Our photographer was fun and relaxed, and got a variety of shots. Want a sneak peak?

Our photographer, Julie, put some up on her website today. We only met with her 3 days ago, so I think that is AMAZINGLY fast! I am so excited to have a good family picture of all of us!

This is one of my favorites.

Thanks, Julie!

After our photos, we went to dinner at Winger’s to celebrate the birthday of our 13 year old. A good time was had by all.

It’s like an Easter Egg hunt every day

My chickens, who I love & am not tired of talking about, have finally started laying eggs!

Not a TON of eggs, but they average two a day. And it’s always a surprise, too. You don’t know if you are going to find a brown egg or a white egg, a really really small egg, or a big egg with double yolks! On Sunday Ryan made omelets with our very own eggs from our chickens and our home grown tomatoes. We didn’t make our own cheese (no cow, but maybe that’s next year), but we still felt very farm-y eating our omelets.

So each day when we go out to feed the chickens or let them out to play or to put them to bed, we check to see if there are any eggs. And they aren’t all in the upstairs of the coop like you would think they would be. One chicken, probably Gabby, lays her eggs in the same place every day, but the others are in random places. You have to watch your step because there might be an egg sitting in the dirt or the grass. It’s like an Easter egg hunt EVERY single day!

Oh, and speaking of eggs, check out THESE eggs!

Really big check?

On Wed I was searching for safety pins at Wal-mart. I ended up buying ALL that they had, and I had to go to another store to get more. You’d think that they would carry more than 600 safety pins, wouldn’t you? Anyway…. as I was looking at the Halloween stuff, I got a text from my friend and fellow primary presidency member that said, “Call 97.9 if you haven’t already.”

I thought of the current contests and ongoing things I have signed up for, and remembered that 97.9 is awarding $500 a day to a listener when they call back if they hear their name. I hurriedly texted back, “Did they call my name?” and then looked through my phone for their phone number. It’s not one of the regulars that is the call sign in their phone number, it’s like 877-551…etc… Thankfully I had the number in my phone, and I called them. It rang a bit, and then the DJ answered. I said, “This is Paige Erickson. I’m supposed to call you?”
“Only if you want to collect $500,” he said. “Did you hear your name?”

I didn’t want to lie, so I told him that I was actually inside Walmart right then, but a friend heard my name and sent me a text. He said that was good enough.

Woo Hoo! $500 bucks!

The best part was that I got to hold a VERY BIG check!

Haven’t you always wanted to win a very big check! I know I have! Even Michael Scott from the office had dreams of presenting their fun run money to the hospital in the form of a really big check. The kids all wanted to hold it, too. My apologies to the secretary up there at the radio station, but we all had to hold the check.

My Hawk Walk Extravaganza

Our big walk-a-thon was Friday. The weather was PERFECT. Sunny and warm and beautiful. I had spent hours and hours planning and organizing, calling and emailing, and it was to the point that all I could do was hope that everyone actually did what they said they would do. I got there early, lugging three coolers, two bags a box and a backpack. I should have done like our PTA president did and piled everything into a wagon. Only I wasn’t bringing smaller children, and I don’t have a wagon. I gave the cd of carefully selected songs that I had had Cole help me with (Ok, I chose and bought the songs and he downloaded them and burned me a CD) to the principal, and his computer promptly froze up, trapping my one copy in his laptop. Seriously, I thought, this is how the day is going to go? No worries, though. He went and got another CD from inside, and he had a bunch of music from the previous Hawk walks on there, so that wasn’t a catastrophe, merely a glitch. Another glitch in my carefully crafted plan was when Ryan (who was working from home so that he could help me out a bit) went to pick up Megan from the high school and there was an assembly starting, and they could not find her to check her out. Luckily, she looked at her phone and saw that he had sent her a text, and she came to the office. Why did I need Megan, you ask? She was only playing the most important part…that of the MASCOT!

She dressed up as the Hawk (who has no name, as far as I know. Maybe we should name him) and waved, gave high fives, danced, and even hugged the kids. She did GREAT!

I had also arranged to have some other mascots come as well. We had visits from the Chick-fil-A cow,

and even Andy the Armadillo from Texas Roadhouse.

One of my friends came up and said, “This is like DISNEYLAND with all these characters walking around!” Although it was nothing like Disneyland, I think having the mascots added a bunch of fun to our hawk walk.
I had the Cow and the Hawk race each other in the center of one of the tracks, and even though the Cow has longer legs, the Hawk won, which is fitting, don’t you think?

There were a few other little problems, like teachers who don’t read their instructions and take their classes to the wrong tracks, other teachers who complained because one track “was longer” than the other track and those kids are going to get more laps.

Seriously? SERIOUSLY? Come on, teachers.

I won’t go into that one too much, but let’s just say that that class won’t be winning any awards for good sportsmanship, will they?

Tons of parents showed up to help and to walk with their kids, the Armadillo passed out free kids meals tokens, and Chick-fil-a donated a whole bunch of free kids meals certificates, the kids seemed happy to be walking, and no one was injured.

A very sweaty Megan even survived as the Hawk, and I am so glad that she was willing to help out.

After the two hour long walking sessions were over, there was still lots to do to take everything down and then count all those lap cards and record things. Some of my helpers didn’t come, but I had many who did come and helped. We were able to wrap everything up by the time my kids got out of school, which was good. Yes, I still have tons of work to do in calculating the winners and organizing the prize assembly, but the EVENT is over. Now we just have to wait and see how much money the event brings in.

It turned out well. It was a good event. I am still exhausted, but pleased.

Practically Perfect in Every way

Ryan and I had the opportunity a little while ago to go to see Mary Poppins when it was on a stop in SLC.


Well, more true would be that while Ryan was traveling extensively, I happened upon a discount code for tickets and decided that I was going to see Mary Poppins, whether or not he wanted to come with me. While I was on the computer looking up ticket prices and seat location, Ryan was on the other side of the world in Singapore, and had just had dinner with my old friend. We had this little exchange on facebook.

Ken: We have your husband. If you want to see him alive again, send $14.32 in unmarked bills and coins to my Swiss bank account. You will actually have to open the account first, then make the deposit. Please also send my new account number. Thanks.

Paige Coleman Erickson That’s a pretty tough demand. Can I just send you some free papa murphy’s pizza coupons instead?

Ken Clayton Hmm…on second thought maybe we’ll just let him go. We don’t need another mouth to feed and you need your computer fixed.

Paige Coleman Erickson Hey, tell him I’m buying Mary Poppins tickets for next Saturday night. If he’s not interested, I’ll find a date.

Ken Clayton He says it depends on who is staging Mary Poppins.

Paige Coleman Erickson What? at the capitol theater. Broadway touring group.

Ken Clayton Believe it or not, he is fine with that. He didn’t want to end up at some ward play (apparently he never saw the fine production values in our 8th ward road show).

Paige Coleman Erickson Hello. Li’l Abner! Tell him how awesome THAT show was.

Ken Clayton I remember Abner…anyway, it sounds like you and Ryan have a big plans for next Saturday night. Now put away your little black book.

Paige Coleman Erickson What time is it there, anyway?

Ken Clayton Just returned your husband to hotel. It’s 10:45pm now, he has taxi picking him up at 4:00am. Going to be a short night for him.

Paige Coleman Erickson Oh, he can sleep on the plane (s).

(then another old friend from my home ward, Bonnie, chimed in)

Bonnie Clark Despain This is so fun. Think it would have happened without FB? New connections so easily made.

(then one of my bell friends, Brittany added her comment)

Brittany Brower Bennett Sorry to intrude, but this was hilarious!!!!

Ken Clayton ?@Brittany – if you think this was hilarious, you should see our live show!

Anyway, it was a funny exchange through Ken, through facebook. But I bought tickets, and told him that if he didn’t want to go, I would find a date. But he was ok to go. So, we had John’s baptism, then a BYU game, and then we went to Mary Poppins.

First we had to play in the “art” next door.

The show was FABULOUS! Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, to be more precise. The dancing, the music, the special effects–it was all super! In fact, I need a magical nanny to help my kids when they are naughty.

In fact, I would have loved to take all the kids, because I’m sure they would love it, too! Maybe if I won the tickets. Seven of them. Right.

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