Month: January 2009 (Page 2 of 3)

As one who loves musicals, I got a real kick out of this one. I hope you enjoy it, too.

Yesterday I went bowling with the preschool set. So much fun! John’s preschool teacher always has a bowling field trip, and I try to go to that one every year. It’s just a hoot to see these four and five year olds bowl. Of course they use the bumpers, so the most out of control throw could net you a strike, if you’re lucky. They can also use the ramps, if they want, so they don’t even have to do much except carry a ball over from the ball holding thing-y, put it on the ramp, and give it a little push. The adventurous ones ended up taking at least few turns hucking their own bowling balls.

I took the four little boys that are in our carpool. Since I already had all the seats in my car, they just got back in and went with me. John and his boys are pretty tight. They’ve all been together for the past couple of years, with preschool, playgroup and primary. There are 8 boys roughly the same age. Some of them went to kindergarten this year, some went back to preschool. Sadly, there are no girls that age in the neighborhood, but John’s got plenty of friends. So I was in charge of getting my four boys going on the bowling thing. I got their shoes, put away their own shoes and coats, and set them up for the game. I let each boy “type” in his own name, which was fun for them. Then we got started.

There were squeals of joy and even some “Oh, Yeah!”s when they knocked down a few pins. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. Until some of the boys on John’s “team” started scoring spares and strikes. John hadn’t had such luck, yet, and was getting discouraged. He got upset and tearful and said, “Why do I NEVER get a strike, and they ALWAYS do?!” He was taking out his frustration and anger with his score on me. Each time he went up to bowl, he would be discouraged by his 6 or 7 just because he didn’t get them ALL. He had a little breakdown, and was soon crying. His teacher assured me that he was doing this all for my benefit, and I agree that if I hadn’t been there, he would have been fine. The other boys are quite competitive and kept asking who was winning. I tried to sidestep the question and said, “Look! Together you have over 200 points!” But they weren’t buying it. “But who’s in first place?” they asked. These kids have older siblings, and know that the score is important. The teacher heard one of them asking and said, “We’re all winners if we’re having fun!” Yes, it’s a generic answer, but it quieted the questions for a few minutes, at least.

John finished off my diet coke (and felt all sneaky about it), and then it was his turn to bowl again. He took his ball up there, and his friends were right by his side. I was amazed that they were being not competitive, but supportive with him. One of the boys patted him on the shoulder and said, “You can do it, John.” They helped him adjust his ramp to maximize his chance of getting a strike or a spare.
I love this picture of friends supporting each other. It didn’t really help. I felt bad for him, but was irritated that he was throwing such a fit. It’s just bowling, for heaven’s sake. You don’t have to “win” to have fun doing it.

On the last frame, those boys got lucky. Three out of the four of them got spares! Of course, that extra turn really messes them up, when they are used to bowling TWO times. Oh well, some of them got extra turns, but it wasn’t always the one who had bowled the spare. Even John got a spare! Hooray for small miracles. He ended the game happy, even if he was discouraged through the game. It turned out to be lots and lots of fun.

After I took the boys back to school, I had almost an hour to kill. Knowing that there was some clearance going on, I made my way to old navy. I wanted to look at their coats, since my standard black wool coat is about three years old and starting to get a little bit ratty looking. But what to my wondering eyes should appear, but this coat.
Be still, my heart, I think I’m in love. I must have that red trench coat. It’s so cute. I tried it on, and it fits great. No, it’s not a warm winter coat, it’s more of a spring coat or warmer jacket for winter, but I love it. But, no, it’s not on sale, and I can’t just spend $49.50 on a coat for myself. It’s January, and I’m trying to get our finances all in order and stuff like that. And it’s not even on sale. Ugh. Sadly, I hung the coat back on it’s rack and went to look at the clearance coats, but even at 70% off, I couldn’t find anything I really liked. So, I’ll be searching the web for a coupon code, watching the Old Navy sales, and maybe looking elsewhere to find THAT coat. Do you have an Old Navy gift card you’d like to donate to the cause? Because I’m not above charity, y’all. I may have to wait a bit, but I believe in the end, if the stars align, I will end up with that coat. I could be all Scarlet O’Hara like and fall down on my knees and say, “I will never go without that coat again”, but that’s a little bit overdramatic, don’t you think?

Does Utah have gangs, like the Crips and the Bloods?

Yeah, there are gangs here, but they’ve got names like the “High Priests” and the “Deacons” and the “Mia Maids”. And they come after you and say, “I think you were a little short on the Fast Offerings, Holmes.” Or they’re like, “You’d better be doing your home teaching, bro, or I might just have to mess you up a little.”

Yeah. That’s exactly how it is.

I’m on the brink of becoming one of those embittered housebound women who stays inside the house all winter and scares the small children when they come by and ask if my children can play. Yesterday it just kept on snowing and snowing and snowing. We DID manage to get to piano lessons (up a hill), but it was pretty much white knuckle driving in the little truck. I don’t know how Ryan drives that thing in the snow! I am going to worry much more about him than I have in the past! When we came home from piano lessons, we got stuck in the driveway again. Yes, that same driveway that three of us had been out there shoveling.

I stayed home for the remainder of the evening. I was supposed to go to our Youth meeting at the church, but since I was sending my two oldest kids, that left no one to be home with the younger kids. Originally I thought I would just take everyone, but with that weather, it wasn’t worth the hassle. The girls did come over afterward for ice cream, as a goodbye party for one of our girls, who is moving to sunnier climates next week.

I watch the news for validation. Come on, weather man, mention the TONS of snow we’re having here in our town. But then I get bitter when they discount or under report the amount of snow we really got.
“What?! Are you kidding me, Marti Skold? That is NO 7 inches out there!” I may be heard muttering. I did appreciate that KUTV reported 11 inches in a city close to us. I don’t know why that matters, but to me, it does. Like, someone, somewhere understands that we really got dumped on and appreciates our predicament. I told you–bitter old Relief Society lady right here.

I may have that seasonal depression. You know, when you don’t get enough light and then you are depressed? Except that today it’s not snowing and it’s BLINDING ME to look outside because the sun is reflecting off all that snow. What a complainer I am! I know!!! But yes, if I make it out of the driveway, it’s going to be a double sunglass day for sure.

But lucky for me, there is still good in the world. One of my neighbors took pity on me and either plowed or used the snowblower on my driveway. The whole driveway. Oh, thank you! I heard some noise last night, but I was already in bed and didn’t get up to see who it was doing the kindly deed. But I will make cookies or rolls or something and find out who it was, because that was a huge job and I really appreciate it. Also, my sweet friend insisted that we should go out to lunch “for my birthday” since she wasn’t in town for my b-day and she thinks we should still celebrate. So, while John is away at preschool, I’ll be enjoying a yummy Kneaders salad. (Ha, Ha, Ryan! That’s like his favorite place for lunch, and I doubt he’s found a kneaders close to the convention center in Las Vegas, but maybe.) And, another good thing…I just got an email telling me I was chosen the winner of a Lily on the fly meal planner from the Sisterly Savings blog. Well, that brightens things up a bit, I must say.

Speaking of Ryan, I am glad he got a phone for Christmas. Now I don’t have to wait and wait and wait for that phone call that inevitably never comes. Now I can call HIM when he’s out of town and he HAS to answer! Well worth the price of the service this week.

So, even though there’s still a ton of snow out there and I still don’t have four wheel drive, things are looking up. How are things in your neck of the woods?