This sums it up nicely.
But Cole did actually get his license on Friday.
He has no car to drive, but I did just send him to take John to a friend’s house. Cole and the car came back unscathed. It’s the beginning of a new era.
Author: Superpaige (Page 55 of 180)
dol·drums
Pronunciation: \?d?l-dr?mz, ?däl-, ?do?l-\
Function: noun plural
Etymology: probably akin to Old English dol foolish
Date: 1811
1 : a spell of listlessness or despondency
2 often capitalized : a part of the ocean near the equator abounding in calms, squalls, and light shifting winds
3 : a state or period of inactivity, stagnation, or slump
I think that just about covers it. Listlessness, inactivity, slump.
I am not a hot weather creature. I do not thrive in hot weather. I would never want to live in Arizona.
I don’t really want to go anywhere or do anything. I’m happy to sit in my air conditioned house and read a book. How about you? How do you cope with the summer doldrums?
After all the nagging, cajoling and pestering on my part (and yours, thank you), Ryan shaved it all off.
What a nice anniversary present for me!
Today is our 18th anniversary on the 18th. That’s gotta be some kind of special number, right?
Well, Happy Anniversary to my love. I’m so blessed to have married such a wonderful man.
Am I the only one who puts toothpaste on zits?
Don’t laugh. It works.
When you’ve got a big old zit under the skin and you can tell in 2 or 3 days it’s going come out of the closet and explode onto your face, you put a dab of white toothpaste on it before you go to bed. Yes, it might tingle a little bit, and yes, it might smell minty (what’s the downside of that?) and you might get a little on your pillowcase, and your kids or husband might mock you when you go in to their rooms to say prayers or kiss them goodnight, but pay no attention, because it works.
In the morning, that zit will be significantly less—big. The toothpaste must suck out some of the oil or puss or whatever is in there, and dries it up. I’m not saying it’s going to totally go away, but it will be smaller. And then you could do it again the next night if you want.
I know some of you must have heard of this because otherwise, where else would I learn such a thing? It must have been from a roommate or something.
Speaking of faces (yes, we were kind of speaking of faces, right?) Something’s happened to my husband’s face that is more than a little bit disturbing.
That’s him standing with Cole and Megan.
I know you were thinking, “Who is that strange man standing by Paige’s kids? Isn’t she worried that he’ll abduct them and run off with them?” or “Hey, I think I’ve seen that guy in a movie once before. Yeah, Grizzly Adams, that’s it.”
Here’s the story. Ryan claims that when he went to Korea back in June, he forgot his shaver, and then it was too long to shave. Or something like that. And from then on I think he’s just been growing it to annoy me. He gets comments from GUYS like, “cool beard” or, “looking snazzy” or just admiring his ability to grow facial hair in general. But really, unless you’re in the band ZZTop, I don’t see how that’s a valuable skill. And now it’s getting all “tufty” and icky looking, it’s just about more than I can stand. And hair in your nose when you kiss your husband? Let’s not go there.
Pioneer Day is over, dude.
I’ve encouraged him to even shave it into a nice goatee or just trim it AT ALL, but my pleas fall on deaf ears.
So–let’s put it to a vote, which face do you like better?
Clean shaven man who liked babies? or angry looking scary man?
Last weekend was our town celebration, the Highland Fling. It’s one of our favorite activities as a family. Last year, however, we missed it because we were taking a family trip to Yellowstone, and several family members complained about missing the fling. Seriously? It was a vacation, guys. You are not allowed to complain about what you missed while on vacation.
On Friday night, we went to a “so you think you can dance” type competition. It was a blast to see so much good and great dancing. After the competition, one of the judges, Gev Manoukian, came up and did his own performance. It was amazing!
And then they had a “Moms and Dads’ dance off”. They invited all the parents to come up and compete. I am not a dancer, nor do I pretend to be one, so I didn’t go up, but our good friend Sherry was not afraid to get up there and shake her stuff. That’s her there in the jeans, white dress and green jacket.
She danced her heart out and even did “the worm” up there. She ended up winning a Cricut from Provo craft. It was a fun activity!
Saturday morning we got the gang up and out of the house for the wonderful pancake breakfast. Our Chinese girls must think that we have a big outdoor pancake breakfast EVERY week, since two out of three Saturdays that they were here, we had our only two big breakfasts of the year. We even sat by and talked to the mayor! (he’s in our ward, so it’s not so rare to see or talk to him.)
After breakfast, the kids went exploring before the parade started. Megan came and told me that they were giving away free Webkinzes for the first 200 people in line. So we got the kids together, and went to stand in line. We had to wait about 40 minutes, and were hoping that they really were giving away Webkins animals, but we had nothing better to do, really, so it wasn’t a bad wait.
They were indeed giving them away, and we were in the right place at the right time. Every one of the kids, even the Chinese girls and the boys, got a free little animal.
Then we settled in to watch our favorite small town parade.
We went back to the park later to check out the shops and booths set up, and also for Cole and Megan to compete in the burrito eating contest. When I signed them both up for the eating contest, the guys at Barbacoa didn’t actually laugh at us, but they kind of smirked in a “really?” kind of way. But when we got to the contest, there were only 5 people total at the table. I thought their odds were looking up. 
I mean, they should be able to beat out a little girl and her grandma, right? 
There were a few last minute recruits, so the eating pool looked more like this when they started.
They gave it their best. Trying to hork down those three pound burritos.
But this guy had them beat from the start.
In about three minutes, this guy finished his. Cole made it about 1/2 way through his burrito, and Megan ate maybe 1/4 of hers. We took their leftovers home and Ryan and I split Megan’s burrito and ate them for lunch the next day. They had fun, and got free food out of it. I’m proud of them for actually entering the contest, and giving it their best shot.
We also introduced our Chinese girls to cotton candy. I didn’t think they would like it, but they did. They each bought a bag of cotton candy.
Later that night we went back to the park for our favorite fireworks program. It’s not a long show, but we sit with friends, it close to our house, and we love it. We could actually watch the fireworks from home if we didn’t feel like going to the park, but we love actually being there.
Sunday morning I got a phone call from Brother N in the bishopric asking if he could meet with me before church. Don’t you just LOVE phone calls like that? He said he could come over to our house, or I could come to the church, whichever was more convenient. What? I was busy trying to get people ready, also putting the final touches on my Relief Society lesson, but I told him I could come about 15 minutes before church started. Hopefully he’s just telling me I’m doing a great job in my calling, and maybe to ask me how things are going. Maybe they were really calling RYAN (who hides out in the nursery playing with little kids each week) to a calling and were asking me if I could support him. They couldn’t be releasing me from my calling yet, though, because I’ve barely been in this presidency a year, and I’m just getting the hang of things.
Well, I was partly right. They didn’t release me. They did CALL me to a new calling. Seems they were reorganizing both the Primary Presidency and the Young Women’s, and they would like for me to serve in the Primary Presidency as the 2nd counselor. What? Of course I said I would. While I’m thinking it will be more work than the Relief Society gig, I’m looking forward to working in Primary. It’ll be fun, right?
I still had to teach my lesson, since it was my month to do the Presidency Message. I had a lesson on faith all planned out, and I was going to show this video clip. It went so well with the message I was giving on having faith in times of trial.
Well, that video combined with this being my last lesson to teach in Relief Society for a while, and my last Sunday working with this amazing presidency who I have grown to love so much in the past year got me crying. I could barely see the words on the page. I tried to hold it together to get through the lesson–I’m really not usually a crier, dangit– and somehow managed to finish. I will miss working with those ladies. I’ve learned a lot from them and I love them, and I will miss them.
But I seem to be getting a little bit of a reputation in our ward. For the past several years, I’ve been bounced around from calling to calling. I was in activity days for a short time, just getting to know and like that calling, when they called me to Young women’s. I was getting used to that and having a grand time, when they called me to the Relief Society Presidency job. Then I do that for a year and get drafted into the primary. Maybe they think they want to work with me, then they realize I am not all that great and they want to get rid of me. Maybe they know I get bored easily. What they all seem to be forgetting, however, is that I already have a pretty major church calling. One that I devote at least four hours a week minimum to. Yes, playing bells IS a calling. A pretty great calling, if you ask me, but still a calling.
The funny thing is, they haven’t released me from the RS job. I expected them to call someone new and release me today, since it’s been a week, but they didn’t call anyone.
As a primary presidency, we are now scrambling to fill a whole lot of holes. Our president and one counselor were teachers, our music leader got called to be YW president, activity day leaders and scout leaders were also called into YW. So, we’ve got some shoes to fill.
Today we managed to pull together a quick sharing time, but that will be fun–coming up with sharing time lessons and all that. Oh, and writing and putting together a program, and quarterly activities. Fun, fun, fun.
Since we’re talking about church and all that, I went to my mission reunion last night. It was the Duesseldorf Germany 20 year mission reunion. Has it really been 20 years? ACK? I served from fall of 1990 to spring of 1992, so I guess it’s *almost* been 20 years since my mission. I guess they were speaking of President Wolfert’s 20 years, since he was called to that mission in 1990. It was fun to see many Elders and Sisters from my mission. Sadly, not one of my companions was there, although I did know many of the sisters that were there, and a few of the Elders. As a sister in the mission field, you have a little bit of a disadvantage because you don’t get to know as many of the Elders. After all, the guys have an extra 6 months. But it was fun hearing the mission stories, hearing what people are doing now, how many kids they have, and just seeing them. I missed out on my informal high school reunion that was also going on this weekend, but I’m really glad I got to go to the mission reunion. It brought back a lot of memories of what a fabulous experience serving a mission was for me, and also my love of the German people. I need to take my family over to Germany! I’ll have to work on that one.
Today I took Cole, Megan, Natalie and our two Chinese girls up to see Music and the Spoken Word. You can’t visit Utah and not at least try to see the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, can you? Ryan stayed home with John, who wasn’t old enough to go, and Jenna, who complained of a headache last night and an earache this morning. We got there early enough to get great seats, and listened to the run through. After the run through, there were some announcements and introductions and then they explained that we would have to be very quiet while the broadcast was recording, since this is a LIVE broadcast as well as being recorded for rebroadcast. One of my girls said, “you mean they are going to do that AGAIN?” Way to enjoy the beauty of the music, kiddo. One of my girls was complaining that it’s too cold, and the other one kept whining that it was too long. *Sigh*. I’m doing this for my two Chinese girls. This whole time we’ve been trying to give them new experiences, take them new and different places and have fun.
After it was over, I asked the girls what they thought of the whole experience. One of them told me, “We saw this with the school already.” I’m sure she didn’t mean to deflate my bubble, but I seemed to lose all my enthusiasm at that moment. “Yes”, I said, “you’ve already seen the building, but you hadn’t see the choir.” I said. I guess I was fishing for some kind of comment, but I didn’t get it. We drove home in relative silence. When I got home and Ryan asked how it was, I whined something like “why do I even try? You know how much the kids LOVE (I was saying this sarcastically, by the way) going to Music and the Spoken word? Daisy and Vivian seemed to love it just as much.” I was a little down and wondering why I try so hard. I mean, I would have enjoyed sleeping in this morning, too. I could have done without the two hours of driving up to Salt Lake City and back. I could have done without listening to the complaining. But I did it because I want to give them experiences. All of them. I hope that they did enjoy the experience. They just aren’t big talkers, so I guess I shouldn’t expect gushing enthusiasm, right?
So, it’s been a big week. New calling, lots of activities with the exchange students, Mission reunion. This week should be good too. Hopefully we’ll get ourselves organized as a Primary Presidency this week, and we can start to feel more confident in that. Oh, and hopefully soon they’ll release me. Because being in the Primary Presidency AND the Relief Society Presidency? That’s a little much.
My new washing machine, it’s here!
Thursday was my scheduled delivery date, which meant I had to arrange all my carpools to NOT be driving so that I could sit around home and wait all day. You know how it goes….they say they will give you a ‘three hour window’ of when you should be home and wait for delivery, and then it may or may not happen during that time. Yeah, we’ve all been there.
The night before I got a call informing me that my ‘window’ was between 7 and 11 am. And then in the morning, I got a call at 6:55—no joke–telling me they’d be there within 30 minutes to an hour. Wow! I was in the middle of making breakfast for the kids, trying to make sure the Chinese girls were up and moving, and all that morning stuff that I do so groggily. I had wanted Ryan to unhook the washer first so that I could get back there and clean that area, but now that wouldn’t be possible. I hurried up to the laundry room to at least corral all the clothes that seem to find their way OUT of their baskets so the floor was relatively clean, at least. I grabbed the vacuum, but really didn’t have enough time to do much good.
Then at about 7:30, right when the carpool was due to arrive to take my Chinese girls to their school in Provo, the doorbell rang, and it was Jeff. I opened the door and he said, “Good morning. It looks like we’ve got a washer for you.” I said, “You are my favorite person today!” I took him upstairs to the laundry room, and he and Tony got right to work unhooking my old Whirlpool machine.
In just a few minutes, they had disconnected that machine, and were whisking it away.
Here’s the “hole” left when they took that away. You’ll notice that when I painted that room, I didn’t bother moving the appliances. I think husband was out of town when I decided I was going to paint (and it’s NOT my best paint job, can I just say? I’ve gotten so much better and I really do care more about the rooms I paint now. I’m embarrassed to even show you this hideous paint job!), and I did a quick and dirty job. It’s just the laundry room, right? Little did I know that people actually decorate their laundry rooms with coordinating accessories. WHAT?
There on the floor, that’s 9 years of dust and grime that’s been hiding under that machine. I was feverishly vacuuming, sweeping and wiping, trying to get it at least dusted and cleaned up a little bit while they hauled one washer down the stairs and out to the truck and brought the new one up the stairs. Those two guys were remarkably fast! I could barely get the STUFF that was stuck behind the dryer out before there they were with the new machine.
As they came back and I was still on my hands and knees scrubbing like a crazy person, Jeff asked me, “Do you need another minute before we install this one?” I automatically started to say ‘no’, just to be polite, but then I changed my answer. If I didn’t clean it now, who KNOWS when I’d have another chance, so I said quietly, “Yes.” and kept cleaning. Just for a minute. Then I got out of the way and let them work on installing my new, beautiful washing machine. 
Yes, those are my cleaning supplies all lined up on my (gasp) windowsill. And there’s a pile of crap on my dryer. I’ll admit it. I’m NOT the cleanest person in the world. I do have dust and clutter and messes in just about every room in my house (double gasp). Especially the room that is dedicated to dirty (and clean clothes).
But look how happy it looks there in it’s new home. No, we did not get the pedestal or the matching dryer. Maybe someday.
As soon as it was done with it’s test run, I fired it up. Wow–you can put SO MANY clothes in there! Of course, with a full load, it takes my old dryer a LONG time to get them all dry, but that’s ok. And it’s so quiet!! There’s no thumping or whirling sounds. It’s wonderful. After I did all the whites I could find, I did a load of towels and a couple of rugs. Still no noise! And it uses like 1/4 of the water that the old machine used. I’m thrilled.
Is it sad that a new washing machine makes me so happy? Kind of. But when you have as many people living here as we do, you really should have a washing machine that works. I’m sure the newness and the excitement will wear off soon. I mean, it’s still laundry, and it doesn’t fold or put away itself, now does it. But for now, I’m going to go upstairs and happily wash another load.
Our Chinese girls and two oldest children are busy, busy, busy. Every day they have classes, then go do some fun activity.
This week they went to a farm, rode horses for a little bit, played all kinds of sports, and games, and have planned a trip to Thanksgiving point to see an Imax movie, a visit to Cabella’s and even a day in Park City.
And we try to keep them having fun on the weekends. This past weekend we went to the farm and dino museum, out to lunch, and then to the Folk Fest in Springville.
This last one is John’s “playing with his food” moose that he made out of a cheese roll and some Oriental noodles at dinner on Sunday. We’re…um….encouraging creativity?
Our neighbors are having their yard redone right now. It’s a seriously HUGE project. There are about 10 cars parked out there in front of their house, and there’s a backhoe or a trencher or some other heavy machine running almost every day. Right now it’s a bobcat. They killed a bunch of grass to put other stuff there, then removed trees and cut up the grass and pulled it all away one day to remove the gentle hills that were there. Then they smashed the dirt flat and put the grass back. Sounds crazy, doesn’t it? I know it will turn out beautiful, however, because this landscaper just redid his own backyard (he lives down the street from us) and it’s now one of the most beautiful yards I’ve ever seen. Seriously–the water feature is so gorgeous, I was wondering if I could just hang out in THEIR back yard all the time. Do you think they would mind? They’d come home from work and there I would be, lounging in their nice patio furniture with my friends, who I had invited over for a barbeque in THAT back yard instead of my own. No, that wouldn’t be awkward at all, would it? (I’ll have to make sure it’s on a weekend when I know they are out of town.
Just kidding.
Kind of.)
Anyway, our next door neighbors are expanding their deck, adding who knows what kind of trees and flowers, and I’m sure it will be just beautiful when they are done. Which actually is a good thing for us, because they are NOT (big sigh of relief) putting in a fence. So if they beautify their back yard, it just beautifies ours in turn. Oh, and they are sharing their swingset with us, too. The landscaper asked if he could stow the swingset in our garden area (the part that’s not actually garden) for a few days. No problem. And now John’s taken to swinging out there. Like it’s our swing set. We do have a swing set, but it’s over on the other side of the yard. I guess this one is better.
Saturday they started putting in the trees. Trees right along the property line, so now it looks like WE have trees. How nice of the neighbors to put in those trees to help make our yard more beautiful! Oh, yes, and their yard, too. It’s coming together nicely.
Maybe when he’s done we can ask him if he has time to take care of the back strip of our yard. Maybe.
About 6 weeks ago, I mentioned to my husband that the agitator on the washing machine wasn’t working and I guess it was time to call the repairman. Again. He shocked me by saying that since that machine was well over 10 year old (did we have it in the old house and move it here, or did we buy it when we moved? Old house, that’s right) maybe it would do us well to NOT repair it and get a new one. What? Buy a new one? Oh, that would be heavenly!! I was so excited, especially since our current washing machine is really just a “soaker”. It fills up, it swishes the water slightly, it does spin and drain, but it’s not really doing the BEST job at getting our clothes clean. And with a family like ours (seven people who against my instructions keep getting dirty) and frequent guests, I estimate that I do about 14 loads of laundry per week. Plus or minus 2 or 3.
I started asking friends what kind of washing machines they had, and if they loved their front loaders, etc, etc. I wanted to go out right away and pick one out.
NOT SO FAST. Ryan, ever the consumer reports investigator, had to do some “research”. Fine. But do it quickly. What with frequent trips out of town, (out of the country, even), Ryan didn’t get around to doing his research. I kept saying things like, “Just tell me which ones NOT to buy, and I’ll go and get one myself.” For some strange reason, he didn’t like the idea of me picking one out myself. What, I might do it wrong? So, I continued to grumble and wash clothes in the old washer as it limped along. Admittedly, the grumbling got louder as the weeks went on. I thought I might need a new dryer, too. For a few days, that stupid dryer was taking FOREVER to dry clothes. Oops, it looks like someone had just put it on delicate and I hadn’t noticed. So no matching set. We will keep the old (it’s only 9 years old) dryer until it dies.
It was decided that on Saturday we would “go and look” for a new washer. There was no play rehearsal, no holiday, no big exciting outing with the Chinese girls planned, and we had a few unscheduled hours in the afternoon.
So, after we took the girls to Farm Country and the Dinosaur museum at Thanksgiving Point, and lunch at Wingers, and BEFORE we took the whole family down to Springville for the Folk Dancing Festival, Ryan and I left all the kids at home to rest or watch a movie and we headed out to appliance shop. Home Depot is having a sale, so we went there first. We checked the high end models, ignored the ones that Ryan had read bad things about, and came out of there with a favorite in mind.
Then we went to Lowe’s to check their prices. They had a different brand, different model comparably priced. We left there prepared to head back to the Home Depot and buy that one, and we ran into an old friend who was also leaving the store. We mentioned that we were looking for a washer, and her husband said, “Oh, what kind?” Turns out he does REPAIRS for RC Willey appliances, and he told us all about the multiple repairs he does on all the different washers, including the one we wanted to buy. Ugh. I thought we would be forever stymied by this new information. But after some discussion, we decided that no appliance was foolproof, and the best thing to do was buy the one we thought would be best AND to buy the extended warranty, just in case this model turns out to be less than ideal.
So, we went back to Home Depot, talked to a different guy, and actually BOUGHT ourselves a washing machine. Because if we didn’t, it could be another 6 weeks before we found the time to go out together and shop for one. I was SO THRILLED!! Getting Ryan to shop is not painful, per se, but he’s not the most willing shopper around, and I was delighted that we actually came to a decision. With how picky he was, you’d think that HE was the one who is actually DOING the laundry (hey–a girl can dream, can’t she?).
We decided to forgo the pedestal (Hello?!! Two hundred dollars for a BOX?! That’s totally insane!), but did get the warranty, and I’m proud to welcome our new washing machine into our family!!! Not the fancy red one, by the way, because they charge $200 more for red. Not as much as they charge for the stainless… What?
Well, we’ll welcome the new washing machine into our family on Thursday. Thursday is soon enough for me. I’ve limped through with this one for so long, I can wait a few more days. And they will bring it, haul it up the stairs, install it, take the old one away and down the stairs and haul it away! Woot! I’ve got to seriously clean up my laundry room. I can’t have people coming with a bunch of lint and clothes all over the floor! And then I can get back to being the domestic goddess I’m meant to be.
Stop laughing.
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