A Little Conversation during FHE.

Last night during FHE we did an activity where we said one nice thing about each person in the family. Anna was first, so we went around the table and everyone said something nice about her. Then we went to Matthew, then Nicole...you get the idea. When it was my turn, this is what we were graced with...

Matthew: I'm thankful for Mom because after Nicole and Anna are in bed each night I sneak into her room and sleep between her and Dad. Then she lets me make a special bed on her floor and I watch movies in her room every night. (This is one big fat lie, just in case you were wondering.)

Nicole: I want to do that!

Matthew: Nope you can't. It's what I'm thankful for. You can't because I'm the baby.

Anna: You're not the baby. I'm the baby.

Matthew: Hisses at Anna like an angry cat.

Nicole: Can I watch a movie in your room tonight?

Me: No. Matthew doesn't get to either.

Matthew: Yes I do, more cat hissing.

Me: Matthew, you know that wasn't true. Try again.

Matthew: I'm thankful for Mommy because she likes me the best.

Nicole: I'm thankful for Mom because I'm her favorite.

Matthew: NO! Mom gave birth to me, Dad helped. (Note to Self...review conception and gestation, labor and delivery with the boy.)

Nicole: Yeah, second.

Matthew: I'm the favorite.

Nicole: Mom and Dad have loved me longer...10 1/2 months longer.

Moving on......

Anna: I'm thankful for Mom because she takes care of everyone.

We ended it there. Ken was working late and I was working so hard at not laughing, we just had to stop.

Memory Monday

I just finished up the worst blog challenge ever so please forgive me for posting a YouTube video today.

Here are a few facts for you:

• When I was in junior high, my brother Ryan worked at Pietro's Pizza in Bremerton. 
• The uniform consisted of a shirt that said Pietro's, jeans, a hat, and a red apron that tied at the waist.
• Ryan had/has no shame.
• During this time, a new song by an artist who was sure to make it big came out with his first hit. 
• His infamous name was Right Said Fred.
• Dad hates Right Said Fred.
• Ryan can't sing.
• Ryan can't dance.

There was something magical about all these facts, when you clumped them all together. Here's how it would go...

The radio at the kids end of the hall was loud. Ryan got ready for work at the same time each day. Like all radio stations, you only have to listen for a short time to hear that song they over play.  Dad would get home, the song would come on and Ryan, who was fresh out of the shower would walk/dance around the house in a towel or with two of those little red aprons on--one tied in the front, one in the back--and he's sing I'm Too Sexy. (Think Prancercise) Dad would tell us to turn the radio down. Gina and I would tell Ryan to put clothes on. Mom would threaten to take that towel one day, while she sat on the couch and laughed. 

A few more little bits of info.

• Dad still hates this song, as far as we know.
• Gina had this song set as Dad's ring tone when he calls.
• Ryan also used to get dressed in the laundry room.
• After a very unfortunate event when I was in 6th grade, I started knock on the laundry room door before entering, just in case.
• There are some things that can't be unseen.
• Right Said Fred was a one hit wonder.
• Any song would suffice if I'm Too Sexy wasn't on the radio. No song would also suffice. Haha. 

Gee-Whiz Collection.

Here's some info I thought you'd probably want to add to your gee-whiz collection.

• I was at my friends house a few weeks ago and her son threw their cat at her. I can now say I know someone who had a cat thrown at them.
• One of my kids came in my room, got in my bed and then said to me (completely unsolicited), 'Your four-head isn't that big!' Um...thank you?
• My favorite quote during the Olympics..."I know they are trained to spin in circles, I just don't understand how they're trained not to throw up." (Ice Skaters)
• My upper lip doesn't curve when I smile. This causes my smiles to look fake and adds to my lack of good first impression syndrome.
• I'm going to make myself 4 or 5 aprons which I will start wearing everyday as part of my stay at home mom uniform. I spill crap stuff on myself All The Time. 
• I am not well read in the Bible. I am trying to remedy that by reading this Bible this year. It's part of my crazy scripture reading goals. A few weeks ago during Stake Conference, the mission president was talking about Saul in the Bible. As he started talking about him, I was so happy because I had read exactly what he was talking about that morning! Then he said, "And of course we all know that Saul turns into Paul." WHAT?!!! Spoiler Alert!! I hadn't gotten that far and I did not know that. I was a little sad that he'd told me what comes next. I do realize however, I was probably the only person in the whole congregation who didn't know that. I blame being in Primary for 57 years as part of the reason.
• I really love writing lists, post it notes, sharpees and rulers.
• I really hate cats.
• and snakes
• and raspberries, raisins, and papercuts
• I actually already have the topic for my Relief Society lesson in July. Amazing! I don't figure out what I'm teaching normally until I stand up to teach the lesson. For Real.
• I ate a banana and strawberries with Nutella for dinner tonight...
• ...in my bed.
• I have already written a Memory Monday that will post tomorrow. I'm pretty happy with it. 
• Here is a link to one of my favorite Memory Mondays I've ever written.  It is so worth rereading. For Reals.
• I think that is enough for one night.
• You're welcome.

Day Twenty Three: A Song I Cannot Stand Listening To.

I hate the Christmas Shoes. I'm not going to link it. You can look it up on YouTube if you're that curious. It. Is. The. Worst!!

I also hate Christmas in the Northwest. You'll have to look that one up yourself too.


Also, this is the last day of my challenge. I could not come up with songs for the last ones, so I'm cutting my losses. You are welcome.

Day Twenty Two: A Song Someone Has Sung to Me.

I had this song sung to me this morning!

Eensy Weensy Spider  by Inside Out Acapella.  Please please please click on this link! It is awesome!

Day Twenty One: My Favorite Song.

Some of these challenges are so generic I just have to go with the first song I can think of. By the way, there are only 5 more days of this challenge, which I totally hate, and then it will be over. I'm sorry for the lameness of this blog, especially if you are receiving them in an email.

At this very moment I love Ho Hey by the Lumineers. Since I already posted a variation of that song, I will use my favorite song on a playlist I listen to.

How by Regina Spektor

Stuff and Things.

• I vow to never do another song challenge on my blog. Ever again. 
• I asked Nicole and Matthew how 1 Nephi 1:1 begins and Matthew started to quote the Gettysburg Address. Four score and seven years ago...
• I've been oil pulling for a month now. I recommend it. It's pretty granola, if you know what I mean. You'll have to look it up and study it for yourself. It does work though. My sinuses are so much better and my teeth are whiter.
• I had to tell Matthew to quit licking the car again.
• Anna refers to Nephi's pesky brothers as Laman and Lemon. (Lemuel)
• Did you know there is no reference to Jesus Christ in the book of Esther? Weird, right? Not one!
• I taught Relief Society on Sunday. I love it when the lesson finally comes together.
• I currently have four quilts I'm working on. There are random blocks on my WIP (Works in Progress) wall right now. It's pretty.
• My favorite card game right now is Golf. Matthew and I play it everyday.
• I'm a quarter of the way through the Book of Mormon for the third time this year. I'm loving my personal goals this year. 
• I'm tired of my friends moving away.
• Ken started a new job on Monday. He's commuting to Buckley until next Friday, then he'll be working 25 minutes from home. 
• I made our reservations for spring break. I'm taking my children camping for a week.
• Ken told Anna she was a good kid and she told him she's a child not a kid. I'm trying to stop saying kid(s). I rarely speak of goats.
• Ryan speaks of goats. He also buys then at auctions.
• I tell all my kids children they are my favorite when we are visiting one on one. I tell them not to tell anyone else.
• Ken is really my favorite. Don't tell anyone.
• I'm over the rainy season. I'm ready for some sunshine and some time at the lake.
• Nicole has a choir concert in a week or so and she got one of the solos. She is so excited. That girl loves to sing. I love that girl!
• I made homemade pizzas on flat bread pitas for dinner tonight. They were delicious.
• The picture below is of Nicole and Anna, both in Kindergarten. I love how they resemble each other. It's such a blessing.

Day Twenty: The Last Song Alphabetically in My iPhone.

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Day Nineteen: The First Song Alphabetically in my iPhone.

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Day Eighteen: A Song I Love But Rarely Hear.

This one is tricky. Songs I don't hear very often I forget about until they come on the radio. Luckily for me, I heard on this weekend. Miranda Lambert, The House That Built Me. I love this song and it makes me cry a little. It's sentimental and nostalgic in a way, even though it doesn't mirror my growing up life at all.

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Day Seventeen: A Song That Makes Me Want To Dance.

I have no rhythm.  I can not dance. There aren't very many songs out there that make me want to dance, but there are many that get my feet tapping. Any song that has some sort of a line dance sequence makes me feel like I'd have a fighting chance of learning it. I'm still awkward though. This song has a nice beat, because it's a parody of a song that people dance to. Weird Al is ten times more cool that Miley Cyrus could ever hope to be. When we listen to this song in the car, I find myself doing the robot. You're welcome for that visual.




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Day Sixteen: A Song That Has Made Me Cry.

R.E.M. Everybody hurts
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