Category: General (Page 9 of 11)

Me and the library just aren’t the best combination sometimes. I guess I need to pay more attention to what I still have out, and what I’m retuning. Here’s the story:

After picking Jenna up from school, we headed off to the library. We had a backpack of stuff checked out that couldn’t be renewed any more, and I needed a book for my ward book club. So, before we left, I had gathered all the books I could find (leaving out at least 4 that I know of) and put them all in the big library bag. We went in, (which is quite a production with a wheelchair bound 6 year old and a 3 year old and 2 bags of books) returned all the books, participated in story time and gathered some books. When we checked out, I went ahead and paid for this book, since we’ve had it checked out for months now and just can’t find the dang thing. Hopefully, since we own it now, we’ll be able to find it soon.

Amazingly, we didn’t have any other fines today, so we loaded up all 3 stacks of books and made our way slowly back to the car. On the way home, we decided to drive through Hogi-Yogi (since Ryan was working from home today and therefore I could use my BOGO coupon for a free chicken bowl) and get lunch. While collecting our food through the tiny drive up window, my phone rang. It was Ryan, who said that Natalie had just called from school because we turned in a school library book to the Lehi Library. I guess the Lehi library called the school librarian, who looked up who had checked out that book and called Natalie in class. She called Ryan at home, who called me. I had just barely left! But I wasn’t far, so I went back, rescued her school library book from the Lehi library, and brought it back home.

This isn’t the first time I have inadvertently returned a book to the wrong library, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. I guess that’s just the price you pay to use a library. And since I want to encourage reading at home, I’ll just keep trying. I just wish we had a library closer to home.

EERG. I’ve got to get these reflections turned into the council level person on Friday, and there’s just SO. MUCH. PAPERWORK. Double Eerg. I thought back in November that the hard part was over, but I’ve been putting off this last stuff because it’s a ton of busywork, making sure every entry is signed by the student and the parent, has the right color dots, has a media release form, then I have to fill out a paper for each category…and on and on. Ick. Why must they make these things so yucky for the poor volunteer?

Ok, I’ll stop my complaining and move on to another subject. My three year old is getting into everything. I hide presents around (some wrapped, some not) and he finds them and starts to play with them. I guess that’s what being 3 is.

Last night I gave him and the other kids an early Christmas present.

It’s a tiny bit disturbing to see that baby Jesus is a carrot (I think it’s a carrot, I’m not really sure!), but they’re having a lot of fun with it.

So, I like yoga, I really do. I find that it helps me relax, release pent up frustrations, stretch, get some exercise, and all those good things. I used to go twice a week on a regular basis (stop laughing–you). Well, for various reasons, most of them related to my general laziness, I haven’t gone to yoga for about a year now.

Until this week.

My sister-in-law, LK, who is visiting, had come with me before when I was going to yoga on a regular basis. She asked if that class was still going on. I didn’t really know, having not gone myself for such a long time, but I had an inkling that it was at 8:00 now, so we just went. Lo and behold, there was a yoga class. We rolled out our mats and joined right in. It wasn’t a huge power yoga session (Oh, thank Heavens) and we managed to somehow make it through without passing out or dissolving into a pile of gelatinous goo.

But the next day…. Ow, ow, ow, and ow. Every time I moved by body, it hurt. Some hurts were worse than others, like my arms were pretty ouchy, but it only hurt a little bit when I laughed. I went to bells rehearsal last night and didn’t think I would have the strength to hold my bells up for two hours, but I somehow managed (resting my hands on the table when I wasn’t playing).

This morning, we decided to repeat the torture. The first down dog of the day was pretty stiff, and the sun salutation was pretty shaky, but we got through it. Thankfully, she had to cut the class short in time so she could go to the airport and pick up her nephew, so it was only about 1/2 hour of good solid yoga. But I feel much better.

Let’s hope that I can keep it up when LK is gone and nobody is prompting me to go.

So, what’s your exercise routine this summer?

Last night, we were driving home from rehearsal, and when we get to the park-n-ride, I’m searching in my purse for my keys. Nothing new, since keys tend to gravitate to the bottom of the purse. I’m searching and removing everything from the purse, “Could you turn the light on, please”, and still can’t find them. Maranda, my carpool buddy is just waiting patiently for me to get my act together and get out of her car so she can go home and go to bed. I decide to peek into my car in case I accidentally left them there.

Yep, there they are, hanging in the ignition. Duh! I have seriously NEVER done this before. I’ve never run out of gas, and I’ve never (at least that I can remember in my feeble aging mind) locked my keys in the car. I’m “responsible” in that area. Not any more, I guess.

So, after a quick phone call to Ryan, he came down to the parking lot (10 minutes from home) leaving *gasp* the kids asleep at home to unlock my car for me.

Duh. Big fat Duh.

My only reasoning is that I was very tired, and got to the parking lot about 5 minutes early, because I had to get a babysitter, and since she was already there, I escaped out of the house a few minutes earlier than I usually do. So, when I got there, I just reclined the seat a bit and closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth and silence of the car (while avoiding creepy guy who was parked across from me). When Maranda pulled up, I collected my purse and got out, locking the car as I got out. I just didn’t take my keys out of the ignition.

So, now I can add that to my list of OOPS moments. What’s your biggest OOPS moment this week?

There’s nothing more frustrating than losing a library book–OK, there are a few things more frustrating, like whining kids, cancer, world huger, and that sort of thing, I’ll admit. But I’ve had this lost library book thing looming over my head for a month now. And it’s ok if it’s my own library book, but when a friend checked it out for me, and I’ll be racking up fines on HER library account does not sit well with me. I’ve combed the house and looked under all the seats in the car, asked the kids repeatedly if they’ve seen my book, and still not found it. So, last night, Ryan looks under the bed, reaches down, and pulls out–the missing book! How is that possible? Of course I looked under the bed, do you think I’m stupid? It was one of the first places I looked! Well, whatever. I’m just very pleased that the book was found, and now we can return it and get the lost library book Karma out of our house!

Oh, and Melinda, I’m good for the fine money–really.

I’ve been working really hard on writing singing telegrams for the teachers for our school’s teacher appreciation week next week, and I think I’m finally almost ready. I just finished this one, let me know what you think.
It’s sung to the tune of MY FAVORITE THINGS

Reading and music and artwork and spelling;
Adding, subtracting and good story telling;
Adjectives, adverbs and all parts of speech;
These are some things that a teacher will teach.

Coming in early to plan out your lessons
Helping the kids with their big backpack messes
Recess and dodgeball, walking the halkwalk;
Teachers at Highland Elementary ROCK!

Grading the homework and giving the tests;
You work so hard and we think you’re the best;
We’d like to thank you for all that you do;
We think you’re great and the kids think that, too.

When the kids scream,
Or they throw up,
When You’re feeling sad,
You simply remember how much they love you
And then you don’t feel so bad.

Ok, I had a weird dream…again (What else is new, you say.)

It was all friends of mine and people from Book Club, basically everyone who had a child 2 and under who eats solid food. We each had a table, with premeasured amounts of all different foods, like a TBS of goldfish crackers, TBS of raisins, and premeasured amounts of all different kinds of baby food, along with noodles, hot dogs, etc. At the designated start time, everyone had to encourage their child to eat, and I guess we could spoon feed them, too. Lisa was there with the twins, feeding them away.

I have no idea what the point of this whole exercise was, but it makes for an interesting dream, right? Ok, it’s really not that interesting, only strange. I guess at the end they weighed each plate to see how much each child had eaten, and I assume there was a prize, right?

In other news, Megan got John dressed this morning, without even being asked. How sweet is that?

And, the brother-in-law also qualified for a Disney trip (you know, the one who wins one every SINGLE YEAR?). I’m listening to the radio right now to find out if he won or not.

And I’m having a lapse in mental capabilities. Do the punctuation marks go inside the (parentheses?) or (outside)? I can’t remember. What is happening to my brain?

Hey Hey. I know I’m not Catholic (never have been), but back in college, my roommates and I decided to give up sugar for Lent. I think we did it for two or three years. We had little rules, like Robin’s birthday we could take of and such. Well, turns out Robin still does it, and I’m going to do it this year, too. I’m sick of my will-power-less self stuffing food into my mouth, even when I’m supposed to be on a diet. So, I’m not doing this for religious reasons, but to prove to myself that I can control what I eat, and to be healthier.

So, sorry, family, but there will be no more sugary cakes/cookies/goodies made in this house for the next 40 days.

I echo Tina’s thoughts–thank goodness for splenda, diet dr. Pepper, vanilla diet coke, and sugar free pudding. I’d like to think I could do it without any such treats at all, but I know that’s not going to happen.

So, if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll go and finish off the ice cream filled cake (thanks, Mel, for the cool pan! It turned out great except I don’t think I packed the ice cream in there tight enough as there were some air bubbles) and eat any chocolate I can find TODAY so they won’t be there for me tomorrow. Wish me luck, and send encouragement, and understand that I may be a little bit grumpy from now on.

I would like to issue an apology to the customers and checkers at Albertsons today. I should not have brought a sick child to the store, no matter how much I thought we needed milk and advil. Even though that child acted perfectly happy before we left the house and even brought his coat asking me to put it on him so we could go. My mistake. I understand that the constant screaming was very upsetting to you, and I’m deeply sorry for disrupting your store. It won’t happen again. Believe me.

I won a trivia contest on Good things Utah yesterday. I entered on their website, they called me before the show to tell me they had picked my name (luckily I answered the phone–they called right when I was getting out the shower), then I had to answer a question about the previous day’s show. I won a $50 gift certificate to Dominos Pizza. Not the greatest prize ever, but not too shabby, either. But it’s funny how many people hear you when you’re on the phone during a local tv show. I’ve heard from several people who heard me win. They all say the same thing–“You win everything. You are the luckiest person I know.” Well, I feel the need to explain a bit–I work really hard at my winning. I try to for at least one contest almost every single weekday, usually more than one. I’m only the right caller sometimes because I’ve been the wrong caller 20 other times that week. So, really, it’s not just luck, it’s persistance. And someday, that persistance will pay off, and I will win something big. A trip for 4 to Disneyland, a new car, a trip to Hawaii–I don’t know what it will be, but mark my words, someday it will happen. And when it does, you can bet I’ll brag–I mean Blog–about it.