Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Memorial Day

Hubby and the four oldest were in Medford for Bella's soccer tournament this weekend. They took our friend Gabby with them, since Gabby's parents were unable to go, so Roz and I stayed home and had a nice quiet weekend.

Monday morning, I strolled Roz up to the cemetery to take care of the Keithler family graves. It was a nice misty morning, not too cold. I stopped at Albertson's and bought a little bouquet of carnations.

I heard from Mom that Uncle Gary was in Walla Walla this weekend, taking care of the graves there. If you see him, tell him we want pictures. It would be nice if we Dysart descendants all met in Walla Walla and did graves one year... heaven knows, there's enough of our people buried there to keep us busy the entire weekend.

Some "before" and "after" pictures... I didn't have Dad and Neenaw with me this year so the headstones don't look as nice, but I did what I could.
Uncle Haudy's grave before
...and after
His is always easy to find and to clean, but it's missing its vase, as you can see.

Grandma Jennie Keithler...
OK, next time we go, let's remember that she's buried in section D, under a clump of trees, next to the now-grass road, RIGHT NEXT to a water spigot. (I guess I'm the one who needs to remember.)  And to bring a screwdriver to get her vase out. It rained the night before and those vases were hard to get out without a lever.
...much better
Uncle John's was an overgrown mess again and took me forever to find - so long that I forgot to take a "before" picture. I did have a nice tour of the cemetery, however, and noticed a few tools of the trade (like gas-powered trimmers and weedeaters) to bring next time. Again, the grass was soaking wet, and my clippers probably need sharpening... but I did my best.
Seriously - a weedeater. That's what I'm bringing.


It was so beautiful yesterday. Whoever decided that Memorial Day should be this time of year, picked a great time. Everything's in bloom.

Just to be funny, I was going to call these pictures "Park Hill Cemetery: So Butt-Ugly, Someone Should Take a Match To It"...










Monday, May 26, 2008

Family Home Evening

I'd love to say that I'm one of those exemplary Mormon women who lovingly plan and execute remarkable Family Home Evenings each Monday night, but this would be a bald-faced lie (which I think would be worse than holding FHE incorrectly), so I won't say that. I don't know how you all do FHE, but we do it the way that works best for us: the easy way.

We've never made it through one lesson in the regular FHE manual. It's not that they aren't great lessons, but they're kind of long, require preparation that goes unnoticed (if not mocked or destroyed) by my family, and if you want a kid to teach the lesson, you have to give him a week's notice and then nag remind him every day until it's done. No thank you.

We don't have one of those FHE assignment boards, either - those cute tole-painted wood projects I would start at Enrichment night, promise myself I'd finish, then shove in a closet and three kids later, I'm having to find matching paint to get all the "new" names on... then it's too small because I've procreated too many times... maybe I'm the only one with this problem.

We don't have a problem with the treat or activity. That's the fun part. I do find, however, that they are required by my family if FHE is going to happen at all. When I say, "OK, time for FHE," the Bunny will ask me warningly, "DO WE HAVE A TREAT?" Commandments, shmamandments - he's not coming anywhere near that living room couch without the promise of food. Just tonight I had to have him run to the store for ice cream before we could even crack open that book. We all know which side Bunny's bread is buttered on.

That's what we don't do - here's what we DO do:
1) We use the Gospel Principles book. The lessons are so easy and structured, yet full of awesome information, that anyone can give a stellar lesson. Brennan taught us about "Freedom of Choice" tonight and we all oohed and ahhhed at his gospel teaching prowess (but not before telling him that he was going to exercise his freedom of choice by willingly getting his hair cut this week - comments from ward members have passed the point of being teased by the Young Men leaders, to the now-you're-really-pushing-the-envelope-Jim-Gaffigan-whispery-voice danger point: "Is he worthy to pass the Sacrament? I don't know... look at that mop of hair... His parents must be heathens...").

2) Nothing is scheduled or set in stone. Certain elements of FHE are always present: the prayers, the songs, the "here's what we're doing this week," the lesson, the treat. They usually occur in order, but not without 18,000 jokes, interruptions and questions. The songs are never picked out in advance, the prayers are not assigned. Half the time we've just remembered that it's Monday night, happened to remember it before 8:00, and have just located the Gospel Principles book.

3) Though we're usually trying to "get through the lesson" in time for bed and interruptions and disruptive behavior are mostly frowned upon, we usually find ourselves laughing our heads off at something. We have to be careful with Harrison, Carter and Rosalind in particular, because their humor has developed to the point of "If once was funny, 600 more times will be even funnier" and if we laugh at something they do, pretty soon we've lost ten minutes.

Or there will be instances where Carter has a Beanie Baby, Roz wants it, he's holding it up over his head so she can't get it, he's sitting next to me, he's smacked me in the face with it at least twice, and mid-sentence, I involuntarily grab it and huck it across the room into the garbage can, causing Brennan, Bella and Harrison to howl with laughter.

Or the Bunny will have to run out of the room for unplanned-for bathroom excursions. There are just some things you can't help.

But you know, we're having it, and that's what counts.

If you have a funny FHE experience or some advice for the rest of us, please share.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

I'm Just Happy I Have One

Your Personality is Somewhat Rare (ISFP)
Your personality type is caring, peaceful, artistic, and calm.

Only about 7% of all people have your personality, including 8% of all women and 6% of all men
You are Introverted, Sensing, Feeling, and Perceiving.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Pack Meeting

One of my church callings is working with the Cub Scouts, which has given me and Harrison some fun outside bonding time. We had Talent Night last week and Harrison chose skateboarding as his talent.

Helping with opening flag ceremony
Posting the colors
Getting ready for take-off
About to jump
Explaining what some of his tricks are
Sorry I couldn't get more action shots - they were pretty quick.

Ta-Da!
He came up with the bow all on his own. I was impressed. I think he may have a future onstage.

Receiving his segments
That stinky little camera and its almost-dead batteries.

Go Utes!
The camera revived long enough to catch a ward member/rabid BYU fan who gives Hubby crap about the University of Utah, showing off his new gear. He won it in a drawing at a BYU golf thing - someone had donated some U stuff (totally funny).


Random shot of my grape lights - readers of my Millie blog will recognize these. Just couldn't resist...

Just Last Week...

Harrison got hold of the camera and took this cute cheesy shot of himself...

... and this one of Carter outside. I think you can tell it's Carter - just look for the cast.

Here we are at a local park for Family Home Evening. We played soccer and Frisbee and the kids played on the playground, then sat down and had our lesson and treat. Brennan brought his Ninja throwing stars to practice with (yes, I'm totally serious - he has throwing stars). Time for a haircut much?

Looking something up...

Dad and Rosalind...

Isabella and Harrison...

Me and half of Carter

Later that week, Bella caught Brennan napping and posed him this way with the TV remote. Niiiiiice.

Friday, May 16, 2008

Life: Check Your Brain at the Door

I've been here on earth for thirty-eight years now, and one thing I've noticed is that life is so much easier if you just don't think about any of it. Consider this advice from Fly the Mom Dog on Babe (I realize it's probably been a while since you saw it - just go with it for a minute): "We have to do dogs' work now. You're a pig. Your job is to stay here and eat your food." If you've seen the movie, you know that yes, Babe the Pig does much more with his life than "stay there and eat his food" - an important aspect of the pig-fattening-and-later-butchering process. It's great that Babe had so much ambition and talent and the opportunity to use them, and consequently... I won't spoil it for you. For those of us who are higher on the food chain, life is a bit more complicated and I have a hard time not stressing about every little detail. Money! I like it. How can I get more? Cable TV! I hate paying for it. How can I convince my husband it's not necessary? Children! I love them. How can I get them to make correct choices? etc. etc. It's enough to make you crazy if you think too hard about it. It's been a hard thing for me to deal with since I came home from Montana. Why that should be, I have no idea, but it finally got to be too much today. After a frightful episode with the bank, I called Bri and collapsed in a pool of tears. It was the kind of phone call every husband dreads getting, right after "I'm sorry, Charles, I know I promised to love you forever, but I'm looking for a black-tie guy and you're more of a barbecue person." (This was a real-life conversation between our friend Charles and the Pasty Waif/She-pire/Wire-Haired Man Goblin, aka Nicole, his now-ex-wife. But we didn't take sides or anything.) Now, what was I talking about? Oh yes - I think too much. I worry too much. I stress too much. I am the embodiment of the statement "stress causes belly fat" - that, and five C-sections will also do it. I've decided to go about my life, tell my brain I've moved, and not give it my new address.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

"I'm standin' at the great abyss of love...

... and I'm teeterin'!"

I've had a pleasant vacation away from the blog, and it made me think, I could SO do without this. But every time I think, "That's it, I'm gonna simplify my life and not spend so much time online" (which always includes blog death, blog shelving, blog Roundup spray, blog gag, or blog straightjacket), something happens that makes me think, "OK, I can't quit yet." It's like getting a sign from above, and it's frustrating.

So how was your Mother's Day, now that you've had some time to recuperate from breakfast in bed? Mine was very nice - spent with my mother and grandmother, but away from my babies and my two little boys singing to me from the front of the chapel with the rest of the Primary kids. That was a bit sad, but Melanie graduated (with high honors) from her college and I thought, as long as I'm home for the rest of the Mother's Days, I can miss one to see something special happen to my sister. We are all very proud of her.

The rest of the trip was mostly good and very interesting. I realized how easily bloated I get without enough water or walking during the day; how much I miss being the able-bodied adult I usually am, complete with autonomy and decision-making ability; how cranky I am when I've gone without sleep and SOMEone wants to play three back-to-back games of Cranium; how hard it is to pantomime "Berlin Wall" so that my mother will guess what it is; and how hard it is to be without my husband for (among other things) venting purposes... how accustomed I am to, basically, running my own life without my family around and Hubby and I being able to do pretty much whatever we want, whenever we want.

On the upside, we laughed a lot and everyone got along surprisingly well. Sure, it's been almost twenty years since my parents' divorce, but with this group, you don't assume ANYTHING. Happily, there were no hospital visits, emotional blowups, people going hungry for any length of time, maimed or hurt animals, hysterical crying over the offer of a paid-for medical transcription course, or peed pants.

I'm ready to go home on the train tomorrow, I know where our tickets are, I have two Perkins restaurant muffins packed for the trip (we leave at 5:00 AM), and since I'm coming away with much more than I left home with, I'm about to go in the bedroom and see what kind of packing miracle I can work with my suitcases. Have a lovely evening.

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Melanie's Graduation

Here we are in Missoula... Mel's big day!
In Mom's car here, just after we picked up her cap and gown... she had to try it on immediately. She didn't ever go through a high school graduation ceremony, so this was her first time and it was exciting.

Inside the big auditorium... graduates walking in. Mom said Mel was somewhere in the seventh row on the left side. I wished afterward that we'd doctored up her cap so we could spot her in the crowd - something to remember for next time someone graduates.

Demeter, Mom and Rosalind. I wish we'd all been able to sit together but we were all in such a hurry, we couldn't find each other before it started. Dad, Neenaw, Bill, Ernie, Jeremy and Mike sat somewhere else for the main ceremony but we were together for Melanie's smaller one.

Mel, Bill and Demeter, just after the main ceremony. She graduated with high honors (a 4.0 GPA), so she was given a gold cord to wear with her cap and gown. We were all so proud.

Here we are together, together, together... there's Ernie and Jeremy and Jeremy's friend Mike...

...and Demeter and Bill and Mom and Neenaw and Dad...

... and me and Rozzie...

...and me and Ernie... again...

I took my camera down to the main floor to take a video of Mel accepting her diploma, and took this picture of the group from below... they're the second row from the top. See if you can pick them out - it'll be fun, like Where's Waldo?.

My cute new Old Navy sandals bought on sale! yay!!!

The new graduate - such a proud girl - probably relieved too. What a lot of hard work!

Random shots of leaving the auditorium: Bill and Mom...

... Ernie, Jeremy and Mike.

After the small ceremony, we went to Melanie's building for the nurses' pinning ceremony and potluck dinner. Dad and me...

Mom, Ernie, Bill, Melanie, Dad, Mike
Roz and Mom

Mike, Jeremy, Neenaw, Mel's friend Ashley, Demeter, Mel's friend Jennifer, Dionysus

That cute little Ny Ny, he's such a funny little guy. We got to be pretty good friends. He and Roz downed the pop like nobody's business at this dinner...

Neenaw and Mel talking after dinner, and the top half of Bill's head

Jeremy was his usual serious composed self. We pretty much laughed our heads off together all weekend - it was great.