Thursday, December 29, 2005

Funny Words

Words make me laugh sometmies. Some words sound funny when you are saying them and other words sound funny when you hear them from someone else. Ches laughs at me because we'll be in the middle of a conversation and I will start to giggle.

"What?" he asks, somewhat annoyed because I'm obviously not paying attention to his riveting description of trumpet mouthpieces.

"That's a funny word." And I laugh out loud. I'm just laughing at a word he or I may have used. It just strikes me as funny, and I can't help it. Then Ches laughs at me because I'm laughing at a simple word.

Could I be more wierd?

Take the word excersaucer. Now that is a funny word. Just say it a couple of times. Don't you just want to laugh? I have been ever since Christmas Day (Dallin got one). I also like the word giggle. It is such a self-descriptive word. Giggle makes me giggle. It really does!

Other words I just think is cool. I'll agree with Ben on the word hypothetical. I remember the first time I heard the word plethera. That is also a really cool word. I tried to work it in to a conversation at least once a day for about a year there.

Sometimes a single word isn't enough. Then we have moved onto phrases. It's funny how we get stuck saying things for years on end, and then we stop using them. Someone else may use that phrase and you then think, hey, they're using my phrase! Some of my personal favorites: Dang the system anyway; Cool beans; Holy Hannah!

Ahhh, I love words. And phrases. They crack me up. Especially now with a three year old (and that is a post for another time).

**Ches wants to make it clear that he is not a trumpet nerd who talks about the specs and . . . I can't remember what else he said. I guess I seriously start to tune out when it comes to trumpet talk.**

Sunday, December 25, 2005

Friday, December 23, 2005


One more day until my birthday!! Yay me! I'll be 29 (for the first time), and I can't wait! Except that I have some wrinkles that didn't used to be there and some grey hairs that keep popping out of my head and a lot more fat around my waist than there used to be... But overall I am happy to be 29 and mostly healthy with a wonderful husband and the two most dealightful children in the whole world. I think I will go listen to Bear in the Big Blue House sing to me:

Happy happy happy happy birthday, birthday
Happy happy happy happy birthday, birthday
Happy happy birthday
Happy happy happy birthday
Happy happy birthday
Happy birthday
To yooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooou!

O Christmas Tree

We finally got a Christmas tree yesterday. We had been putting it off because of Ches' work and school schedules, my schedule (concert, Christmas shopping, etc.) then it was raining and raining. We didn't want a wet tree and our porch doesn't stay dry, so it doesn't do to let it sit there and get dry. We finally sucked it up and said we would get a wet tree (we went when it wasn't raining, although it had rained all night), but all the lots were closed. We ended up in the K Mart Superstore, and we bought a fake tree.

That's right. A fake tree.

Now, I know most of you probably have fake trees and quite enjoy that. Most people seem to be that way these days. But we are REAL tree people. We love the look, feel, and smell of a real tree. We have a saw specifically for trimming the trunk of the tree each year (okay, so we take it camping with us, too, but it's mostly our Christmas tree saw). We enjoy stringing lights on the tree. We enjoy measuring out just the right amount of water and everything. Well, maybe we don't enjoy it, but it is part of the ritual.

However, this tree was on sale, it's really pretty, and it's just about the only fake tree that we found that wasn't pre-lit (we have our own lights, thank you very much). We bought it yesterday morning, Ches went to work, I babysat 4 kids, then we put the tree together and decorated it. I have to say, we are pretty pleased with it.

Next year, we will probably still get a real tree. This is now our official "back-up" tree. And someday, when we have a house of our own, we will have two Christmas trees: one that is all decorated perfect and beautiful that no one is allowed to touch but me, and one that is all lovely and colorful and full of mismatched ornaments and glitter covered pictures that the kids made into ornaments at school. That is the one in the family room with all the presents under it. And that will be the real tree.

Monday, December 19, 2005


Ches woke me up by opening the blinds in our bedroom. It took me a minute to figure out what he was doing. I was thinking, "Why in the world is he opening the blinds?? I'm not dressed yet." Then I looked outside.

It had snowed! It was all white and beautiful out. I got a huge smile on my face, and Ches just kind of laughed at me, then he closed the blinds (it was too bright, and I'm not a morning person. Sorry.).

When Aiden woke up we went into his room, opened the blinds, and said, "Aiden, look outside."

He sat up, looked out the window, then jumped up as he exclaimed "It's Christmas!!!" He was soooo excited! Too bad he has to wait another week.

It was raining by the time we left for church, and most of the snow is gone now. It was fun too look at for a while, though.

Last Christmas, Aiden received a beautiful vest from Aunt Marisa and Peter from their trip to Turkey. Aiden wore the vest to church yesterday, and looked so handsome and festive! I called him my little gypsy boy. Dallin got to wear another vest that Aiden received from a trip Aunt Marisa and Peter made to Hungary. I only have a picture of Aiden in his Turkish vest from last year, so that's all I can show you for right now. However, both boys looked so great! I love them in their little "ethnic" clothes.

Saturday, December 17, 2005

With or Without?

Ches is applying for a job at a university. If, by some long shot (which I'm hoping isn't that long of a shot after all), he gets the job, he will have to shave his goatee. Now, I love his goatee. I know not everyone is a facial hair kind of person, but I love goatees in general. I especially love it on Ches. When I met Ches, he was completely clean-shaven (those were the rules at Ricks College), and so I never knew him with facial hair while we dated or when we were first married. As soon as he was done with Ricks, however, I persuaded him to grow a goatee. It really didn't take much persuasion. He apparantly had one before his mission for a little while, and while on break from Ricks he would grow one. He loves it as much as I do.

Anyrate, I hope he gets this job (it would be so great!! Really!), but I would have to get used to a clean-shaven Ches again. Here is Ches when we got married:

And here is Ches with a goatee (this picture was in Preston in 2002, and it's more scraggly than he likes, but I like it this way):

A Cause For Depression

Thursday started out as an okay day. I was running late, but that is not unusual. I was late picking up my babysitter from school, I was late getting to the band booster dinner. It was a lot of fun, though, and it wasn't a lot to stress about.

When I got home, my sitter (who is one of my color guard girls) was talking about prom, so I wanted to show her a dress I have in case she liked it. I noticed there were some drops of water on the sleeve. Hmmm, that's odd, I thought. Then I noticed the other sleeve was very wet. I started to get a little worried. I went into the back of the closet where the dress hung, and pulled out my wedding dress. Half of it was soaked with water, and there was black mold all over a lot of the applique and spots of mold up and down the rest of the dress. In the corner of the closet, coming in from outside, water and mold is running up and down the wall. The other dress seems okay, and an old tux jacket that doesn't fit Ches anymore was a little wet and has a little mold on it.

My beautiful wedding dress is ruined.

I started to cry right away. It's not like I'm ever going to wear that thing again, and I know that. Heck, I'll never even fit in it again (I don't know how in the world I was a size 4/6 in the first place!!). However, I never owned anything so beautiful before or since. I've never worn anything so beautiful. I never FELT so beautiful as I did on my wedding day in that dress. When Ches saw me for the first time, on our wedding day, in that dress, he smiled and said, "Wow!" He has never said that before or since. I will never forget the tone of his voice or the look in his eyes. We were in that pure, young love stage that you can only be in on your wedding day. It was still so fresh and wonderful. My dress is such a symbol to me, and now it is ruined. I don't know if it can be restored. I have to make some phone calls, but what is the chance?

The worst is that a few years ago, while we were gone to Canada for Christmas, the pipes in our little apartment in Idaho froze then burst, flooding the kitchen and living room. Our wedding album was destroyed. The pictures are salvageable, but not great. That is now two things from my wedding, destroyed. It kind of scares me.

I know that I shouldn't feel too bad. There a lot of people who have it worse than me. After all, neither Alyson or my mom even have wedding pictures! However, I love my dress. I had to fight for my dress! My father and stepmother wanted me to borrow a wedding dress!! My dress only cost $500, and my mom was so happy because she wanted me to have whatever dress I wanted, but we didn't exactly have a lot of money. My total wedding only cost $1300, so the dress was definitely on the expensive side for everything else I had. That was the one area where I didn't have to give something up because of cost or because relatives said, "Oh, you don't really need such-and-such!" My wedding dress was the first dress I tried on, and I knew it was perfect right away.

Now I just have a couple of unprofessional photos that don't do the dress justice to look at. Ches was right 7 years ago when he said I should get bridal pictures done. And now it will never happen. Yes, I am very sad.

Thursday, December 15, 2005

White Christmas

In many parts of the country bad winter weather has really hit hard. My brother in Ohio had a snow day from school today. My sister in Boston looks totally snowed in, and I'm sure my brother in Idaho is already sick of the snow they have.

Here in northern Nevada, however, we have no snow. It's really weird. After living in snowy areas for so many years and then having such an unusual winter here last year, this just feels so wrong! There is no snow! And none in the forecast!

I'm normally not much of a snow person. I like it when it first falls and everything is so beautiful from this perfect blanket covering it all. I love the sparkle the snow gives off from the sun. I love to sit inside my warm home, watching the snow fall as I sip hot chocolate and read a book, covered in a blanket while I only have candles lit or minimal lighting (oh, and the kids are asleep, so it's nice and quiet, too).

However, people go and ruin it by walking in the snow. They don't know how to drive anymore, so it becomes completely dangerous to set foot outside. The snow melts a little and gets slushy and yucky. Oh, and I hate how it stays around FOREVER!!! Just melt and become spring already!

Right now Christmas is only two weeks away, and it just won't feel right if there isn't a good amount of snow. As much as I will hate it by New Year's, I'm literally dreaming of a white Christmas right now.

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!!!

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

I Love To Laugh!

I'm a musician, as I believe you all know. For those of you who do not consider yourselves musicians, there is something you must learn. Musicians have an entire genre of jokes. I mean, we've all heard blonde jokes and lawyer jokes, but I don't think anything compares to a good musician joke. We make fun of ourselves first and foremost, and we make fun of each other. They are all pretty mean jokes, but that's what makes them so funny!

Music teachers are really good joke tellers. And they make some great puns (you know, the real groaners). I used to swear that they must have a class in college that they learn how to tell jokes and puns. I never found that class in any of the catalogues I got, so maybe I missed out. I don't know. For those of you that went to Ricks, don't you think Bro. Jones was the best at it? I sure didn't like him as a teacher (he and I didn't get along well, so it was a personal thing. Ches loved him, though), but I always got a good laugh in his class.

My personal favorites are the lightbulb jokes. It seems like a lot of them are similar, or have similar punchlines to other groups of people, but that's okay. I'd like to share a few of my favorite musical jokes. Some everyone will get, some only some of you will get, and some you may be offended (if you are, sorry. Get over it. You're a musician, and if you can't laugh at yourself, then you're in a really bad position! Everyone else likes to laugh at us!)

How many bass players does it take to change a lightbulb?
I, V, I, V . . .

How many sax players does it take to change a lightbulb?
Five: one to handle the bulb and four to contemplate how Charlie Parker would do it.

How many trumpet players does it take to screw in a light bulb?
16: one to handle the bulb and 15 to say "I could do it better".

How many altos (singers) does it take to screw in a light bulb?
None. They can't get up that high.

How many tenors (singers) does it take to screw in a light bulb?
Just one: he simply holds it up and the world revolves around him.

How many jazz musicians does it take to scew in a light bulb? One to do it, three to get their names on the guest list, and five to ask how he got the gig.

How many drummers does it take to change a light bulb?
None. They have machines that do that now.

What do you call one pretty good violinist, one bad violinist, one failed violinist, and someone who hates violinists together in the same room?
A string quartet.

What's the difference between the first stand of violas and the third stand of violas? About a measure and a half.

A trombone player and a conductor are crossing the street. You are driving and cannot avoid them both. Which do you hit?
The trombone player: business before pleasure.

What's the range of a tuba? About 20 feet, if you have a good arm.

If you drop a viola and a tuba from the top floor of a tall building, which one hits the ground first?
Who cares??

How do you know if there's a lead singer at your door?
You don't: She can't find the key and doesn't know when to come in.

How do you get a musician off your doorstep?
Pay him for the pizza.

How do you tell if there's a dummer standing outside your door?
When he knicks, he speeds up.

And, of course, the world's oldest music joke:

"Hey mister, how can I get to Carnegie Hall?"

"Music is the most disagreeable and the most widely beloved of all noises."
--Theophile Gautier, "Le Figaro", 20 October 1863

Monday, December 12, 2005

My Favorite Things

Here are a top ten of some of my favorite things right now:

10. Eating chocolate chips right out of the bag. We usually buy the really stinkin' huge bags at Sam's Club, let the bag sit in the fridge or freezer, and grab handfuls (and sometimes a cup-full) right out of the bag. The most recent bag I bought is actually "baking chips". They are bigger, and darker. Mmmmmmm. I'm in Heaven. Actually, I'm going to go get a handful, then come back and finish my list.

9. Friends who help out in a crunch. Last week, Ches had a Wind Ensemble concert and I forgot about it (he didn't write it on the calendar!!), so I forgot to get a sitter for the boys. I spent a little time on the phone, just about 3 hours before I needed a sitter, and while the first few people said no ("I'd love to, but I can't! I'm so sorry!" I appreciated their regret, too. So nice), I did find someone. And they said to stay out as late as we wanted, so Ches and I went out to eat together afterward. Just the two of us. That is so rare!

8. Talking on the phone. Yes, I'm a gabber. I love to talk on the phone. I feel lonely otherwise. I'm always calling my sisters or my mom. I'm always calling my sisters-in-law (that would be you, Alyson and Tanya!). I'm always calling my long-distance friends. I love to hear every detail of everything and tell them about my day, my kids, my frustrations, etc. I love it when everyone calls me (which happens a lot, so thank you, guys!!). It makes me feel loved and popular (yes, I'm still in high school brain mode a lot).

7. Post a Secret. I first saw this on Karen's blog links, and now I have to check it out every week. Some make me sad, some make me laugh, some make me think, and a lot make me relate. I want to send one in. I have a couple of ideas, so I will send in my own, but I will never tell anyone I did it. Not even Ches. Well, maybe not Ches. I can't hide things from him very well. I talk too much. I also want the new book that recently came out. The proceeds go to such a good cause, and I just want to be able to look over all these secrets and realize that I'm not alone in my thoughts of so many things!

6. My Crock Pot. I love that I can just put in some food before I eat my lunch, and when Ches walks in the door for dinner, I say, "hey! Dinner's ready! Good timing!" The Crock Pot was a genius of an invention. The best is when you have something like a roast or chili cooking in it, you are gone for most of the day (church or marching band rehearsals are when I use it the most), and you come home and can smell all the yummy smells. Aaahhh, more Heaven for me.

5. Christmas lights. They are just plain beautiful. Some people tend to overdo their yards, so in the day it looks garish,but I still love the lights at night. I love the colors, the twinking, everything! Good thing I live in Reno. I get to see the casinos and have the lovely colors year round! It's great! (And I'm not being sarcastic)

4. Being a sub in a kindergarten class. This is one of the hardest jobs ever (ohmygosh! The energy!!), but being a sub is great. When we lived in Arizona and Ches was doing his student teaching, I was a sub in Mesa. I was having a tough few months as at first I was pregnant (and it was NOT an easy pregnancy), then I had a miscarriage. I felt so horrible and yucky all the time, but when I got to sub with kindergarteners, I felt great. Those are the sweetest kids! They would say things like, "Mrs. Sharp, you are wearing a very pretty dress today." "Mrs. Sharp, I love your hair." "You're my favorite teacher ever, Mrs. Sharp!" and my all-time favorite: "You're the prettiest teacher, Mrs. Sharp." followed by a hug. What little darlings!

3. Kisses. My husband kisses me goodnight every single night, and he kisses me before he leaves every single morning. If he doesn't, then I think our marriage has fallen completely apart and he's leaving me. He knows that (I have mentioned before about how I tend to blow things way out of proportion, right??). I love the kisses because it's just that little thing that reminds me yes, he loves me, even though I'm still asleep in bed and he's off to work or even though we had a huge fight because I didn't do the laundry like I said I would so he has no clean dress pants. He still loves me. Oh, and kisses from my kids... those slobbery, dirty, sticky kisses are the best (when they are from your own kids, anyway).

2. Books! I LOVE to read! A lot! Apparantly, I taught myself to read when I was 3. I don't remember what it was like to not know how to read. It is such an important thing for me. The other night I stayed up until 1:30 am reading because I was so engrossed in my book. That was a big mistake, by the way, since I still had to get up early with the kids and take care of them all day!! Anyrate, tomorrow is library day, and I can't wait to browse for some new books. I just finished reading "Single Wife" by Nina Solomon (I really liked it a lot, so yes, I recommend it), and am currently reading "The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe" to Aiden. What should I get at the library tomorrow? I can't wait!

1. Watching Aiden play when he doesn't know I'm looking. He gets so engrossed in what he is doing, and it's just plain fun to watch. We could probably throw out all of his toys except his Star Wars toys from Burger King and he would never get bored a day in his life. He still plays with his other toys, but not like he does with these. I love all the voices he gives the characters, the conversations they have, and the "action-adventure" scenarios. He gets so into it! What a great imagination he has. When he is pretending to be Spiderman, he moves his body in certain ways that just cracks me up. I can't describe it. He can play by himself so well, and it is truely a fun thing to watch.

I have more favorite things, but I shall save them for another day. I could go on for hours, but my baby just woke up and I should go hold him (that is something for my next favorite things list).

Friday, December 09, 2005

You Oughtta Know

There is a local band here that is just awesome! They are on tour right now (I think they will be in Pocatello this week, actually), so if they ever come near you, check them out. Their name is Sol Jibe. Seriously, they are awesome. It's kind of like if you mix the Dave Matthews Band with Latin music. They are really into the World music sound. So fun to listen to. They will be back in Reno soon, and one of the guys' girlfriend told me they will be having a show on the 23rd. Heck yeah! I know what I want to do for my birthday now! You can check out their website here, and you can even download some of their music.

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Things That Make You Go "Hmmmm"...

I got this in my email today, and while I'm sure I've gotten it before and you have all gotten it, I got a good giggle out of it. Enjoy.

Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are getting weak?
Why do banks charge a fee on "insufficient funds" when they know there is not enough?
Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?
Why doesn't glue stick to the bottle?
Why do they use sterilized needles for death by lethal injection?
Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?
Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him?
Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?
Whose idea was it to put an "S" in the word "lisp"?
If people evolved from apes, why are there still apes?
Why is it that no matter what color bubble bath you use the bubbles are always white?
Is there ever a day that mattresses are not on sale?
Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized?
Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give the vacuum one more chance?
Why is it that no plastic bag will open from the end on your first try?
How do those dead bugs get into those enclosed light fixtures?
When we are in the supermarket and someone rams our ankle with a shopping cart then apologizes for doing so, why do we say, "It's all right?" Well, it isn't all right, so why don't we say, "That hurt, you stupid idiot?"
Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that's falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over?
In winter why do we try to keep the house as warm as it was in summer when we complained about the heat?
How come you never hear father-in-law jokes?
And my FAVORITE...... The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four persons is suffering from some sort of mental illness. Think of your three best friends -- if they're okay, then it's you.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Hawaii Update II

Yesterday there were a couple of the local TV news stations and some radio stations that did stories on the band not going to Hawaii. I still think this is wrong, but here are some of the realities.

UNR is receiving $750,000 to go to this bowl game. $350,000 of that goes to the WAC. The rest of the money is being used to send the 90 members of the football team, the coaches/staff and their families, a "handful" of cheerleaders (again, I don't think it's right that they should have to pick and choose who gets to go and who has to stay), and "some" of the athletics admistration. To take the band, you would have to charter a plane, and there just isn't the money for that, not to mention hotel stay and food. To get regular airline tickets at this point would cost approximately $1400 per student, so that's obviously out of the question. Essentially, they would be looking at spending a quarter of a million dollars to send the band. Where is that money supposed to come from?

I still think if the school wanted to do it, they could, but maybe that's just me.

The football team will be in Hawaii for a week, and they get to do all sorts of cool tours, sightseeing, etc. (including a visit to the Pearl Harbour Memorial and some sort of feast on the beach). I think that if you are going to Hawaii, you should totally do that stuff, but why do they need to do so much? And why do the coaches, staff, and administration get to take their families (or lesbian lovers, for that matter)?? I'm all for the families going, but make them pay their own way. First of all, coaches get paid insane amounts of money, so they could probably afford it anyway. Second of all, why not spend that money on some of the cheerleaders who will not be going?

Central Florida is not bringing their band for the same reasons as Nevada. In fact, no mainland school has ever brought their band to the Hawaii Bowl, according to the news last night. Too bad.

One of the best compliments I ever received was from a friend of mine at the University of Idaho. She and her husband were also transfer students from Ricks College. She was a member of the basketball team at Ricks. She said that as the players, they loved the band. The band brought so much support and spirit, and the athletes hated any games without the band. She said they never played as well without us. Then she thanked Ches and me for being in the band. Your welcome, Camille!! It's nice being appreciated.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Hawaii Update

The good news (for me, anyrate) is Ches is no longer going to Hawaii. The athletic department said they can't afford to send the band. It sucks for the band, though. I also think it's a big mistake on their part. Ches is upset mostly because two weeks ago athletics promised the band that the entire band would get to go whereever the bowl game was. Two weeks ago, they knew it was a strong possibility that they'd be going to Hawaii. At first, the band was told that only part of the band would be allowed to go. The directors didn't like that, so they told athletics "It's all of us or none of us."

Here's my beef with the situation: Is the football team going to leave home all those players that will sit on the bench? No. Are they going to leave home those players who don't even dress? No. Why should the band have to choose who to bring when they actually use every single person? Well, even that option was taken away from the band.

Here's another problem I have: (and good luck following this bit. Trust me, it's reliable, just a little hard to follow so you may have to read it a couple of times.) My good friend, Tiffany, was just telling me of her friend who's sister is a lesbian. The lesbian's partner works for athletics (I don't know what she does, however). The partner gets to go to Hawaii for the game, and she gets to bring her partner. SO... my friend's friend's sister gets to go to Hawaii with her partner, but the band doesn't. I don't understand why the band can't go!

In 1998 I was attending the University of Idaho (Go Vandals!) and was a member of the marching band (The Pride of Idaho). Our football team was actually pretty good that year, and we were able to attend a bowl game (granted, it was only the Humanitarian Bowl down in Boise, but it was something!). The school paid for the band to attend. Because it was during Christmas break, the school paid for transportation... we had people flying in from Ohio, Virginia, Michigan, Alaska, and Ches and I from Calgary (yes, that was an expensive ticket because it is an international flight). The school (NOT the band) paid for our hotel stay, gave us per diem money for food, and even bought us special coats to wear over our uniforms in case it was really cold (which it wasn't. It ended up being 50 degrees that day, and us color guard girls didn't need the shirts we bought to wear under our sleaveless uniforms!). The Idaho marching band is not a small band. It's not as big as some of those big-time schools, like Notre Dame or something, but it is a large band nonetheless. I figure if the University of Idaho can come up with the money, why can't Nevada? We did more than just play a halftime show and the fight song throughout the game, too. We were involved in a lot of PR stuff, pep rallies, alumni gatherings, and a "half-time extravaganza" that included the other university's band and some hot-shot singer and floats. We won the game, so we had to play at some celebration thing afterward before we were sent home. The other university only brought part of their band, and they didn't even march their half-time show. They did a park-n-bark. Trust me, it did not make their school look good.

If Nevada wants some school spirit in Hawaii, if Nevada wants to look really good in Hawaii, they will send the band. I really think it's a HUGE mistake of them to not find a way to send them. I'm sure they could get the money together if they really wanted to. This is an athletic department we're talking about. They have donors coming out the yin-yang! It's not like a little music department that has to scrimp and save for every little thing and then still get permission from half the world to do anything! I hate politics between the arts and athletics.

On another not-really-related subject... Ohio State will be playing Notre Dame in the Fiesta Bowl. We are very excited, as we are Ohio State fans (Ches served his mission in Columbus, Ohio), we love Notre Dame and our good friend from U of I, Emmett, is one of the band directors there, and one of the local marching bands here in Nevada that both Ches and I worked with this year is going to the Fiesta Bowl. That will be so fun! Wish we were going to Tempe for New Year's now!

Monday, December 05, 2005

My Weekend

It was a busy weekend here. Sometimes I really feel like the weekend needs an extra day or two just so we can recover from the weekend. Is it just me?

Saturday was State Football Playoffs. HHS lost. It was very sad. I mean, everyone is SO excited that the made it all the way and that means they are #2 for large schools, but the team had a really off day. They didn't even score!! It was also very cold at the game. Only about 40 degrees (F), and our side of the stadium was in the shade the entire day. The band did okay. We didn't perform the halftime show (we quit marching a long time ago!), but we did have our feeder school with us: TMS. We were supposed to march in a Hometowne Christmas Parade, but since our team made it to State, we changed our plans. Since the middle school kids had been practicing the parade music, at half time we had the kids (middle and high schoolers) march on to the track, then arc it up to play for the stands. I got to teach a bunch of the middle school kids how to spin a flag and they learned a little routine. They were so nervous! They actually did quite well, for never having done it before, and learning everything in the space of an hour.


At church yesterday, Aiden was in nursery and someone from Primary went in to take a picture of him. I happened to be walking the halls with a very tired Dallin when she came out of the nursery, just laughing. She saw me and said, "He is so funny!"

"What did he do now?" I groaned.

"I was taking his picture, so he kept posing, saying 'I'm a Power Ranger!'"

"He's never even seen Power Rangers! Where in the world does he learn this stuff??"

"Oh, honey," replied the experienced mom, "they learn this stuff in Heaven before they get here. There is nothing you can do."

I think she is totally right.


It was announced yesterday that Nevada is going to Hawaii for their bowl game. That means the band is going to Hawaii. That means Ches is going to Hawaii. Oh, and the game is on Christmas Eve. Yup. My birthday. I'm quite depressed. I want to go! And I don't want my husband gone to some exotic island on MY birthday! I know I'm whining big time, but I just don't think it's fair. All I can say is, he'd better get me something really cool.


Fourth Fret, the alligator does not have a name. Aiden hasn't started actually naming his stuffed animals yet. I asked him once what his favorite dog was called, and he thought for a minute and replied, "Ummm, Dog!" He thought it was pretty brilliant. So the alligator is just Alligator. Although sometimes he is Crocodile. Actually he is Crocodile more often than Alligator. And when Aiden is really excited about something, it is Crocodiyiyiyiyiyiyal. So anyway, please don't take your ball and leave! You have the coolest ball, and the coolest game ideas ever! We'd be heartbroken without you.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

The Case of the Missing Three Year Old

Two nights ago, Aiden was in bed (after successfully going through his Bedtime checklist, of course), and Ches and I were in our room getting ready for bed. We noticed it had gotten really quiet, so we were complimenting ourselves on being able to get Aiden to bed on his own and to sleep so quickly. Ches decided to go check on him and make sure he wasn't half falling out of bed (which is a common occurance for Aiden).

Ches called me into the room and said, "You gotta see this!" I entered the room. Aiden wasn't in his bed! Where was he? I thought perhaps he joined Dallin in the crib and fell asleep, but no. Only Dallin was in the crib. Where could he be? I didn't hear the front door open. There was no one in the living room or kitchen. I almost started to panic, when I turned and saw this little face, peering out from the big bin of stuffed animals in between Aiden's bed and the crib.

Aiden had climbed in with the stuffed animals, covered himself with his giant alligator, and fallen asleep. Too bad our camera is broken. I really wanted to show you guys what a goof my child is!