There is a letter that we send out to parents at the beginning of the year. We teachers call it the "Sick Letter." It basically states when you should NOT allow your child to come to school....y'know, when they have green snot running out of their nose, or a wet-sounding cough, or when they are lethargic & not acting like their normal self.
Well, I've sent home several kids this year who have come to school with those symptoms. I've sent The Letter home several times too with a child, with a certain symptom circled and highlighted. I've sent The Letter home with ALL the children more than once as well.
So, now that I've been in bed all week and am going to the doctor today because I'm fairly certain I have bronchitis and I can't talk very long without coughing, which means I certainly can't sing, I'm mad....
Mad, that I can't sing, and may not be able to sing next week in the recording session....
Mad, that I cough so hard, it's hurts....
Mad, that I've missed school all week....
Mad, that I have to spend money to go to the doctor....
Mad, that I can pinpoint the moment I got sick, when that child coughed on me and I felt droplets hit my face...
Mad, that a parent didn't read The Letter & keep their sick child home...........
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
To celebrate 15 years of living here, we decided to remodel & redecorate instead of moving to a new house. So here are the final results of all our efforts!
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| Emily's bedroom....new wall paint, new curtains, new carpet, new color scheme... |
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| Master Bathroom....Lighthouse picture painted by our dear friend, Gloria, age 90. |
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| Front Bathroom....more grown up, no more fish theme! |
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| New shelves in the front room |
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| New wall hangings in the entry way |
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| Family room....new flooring, new wall paint, new rug |
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| Looking into the kitchen/dining room... |
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| Kitchen....new painted pantry doors (no more orange), new wall paint.... |
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| Dining Room....new sliding glass door, new wall paint.... |
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
The Funny Things Kids Do.....
When Jeremy was a baby, he made noises when he ate. I loved it! I'd sit him in his high chair & begin fixing his food. Immediately, he would start twisting his hands & feet & begin making his "hm, hm, hm" sounds.
SOOO cute!
When Emily was 4 or 5, she began the ever-typical female infatuation with horses. She would gallop around the house on all-fours, whinny-ing like a horse. She sounded pretty good! Her hands & feet became calloused from galloping on the carpet so much.
SOOO cute!
Today at preschool, one of my 3 year olds gave me a hug in the hallway. I love hugs from my kiddos! As he nestled his cute little face into my neck, I thought "Wow. Your nose is sure cold." Only...it wasn't his nose. This little 3 year old fart was licking my neck... like a lollipop!
Soooo NOT cute.
SOOO cute!
When Emily was 4 or 5, she began the ever-typical female infatuation with horses. She would gallop around the house on all-fours, whinny-ing like a horse. She sounded pretty good! Her hands & feet became calloused from galloping on the carpet so much.
SOOO cute!
Today at preschool, one of my 3 year olds gave me a hug in the hallway. I love hugs from my kiddos! As he nestled his cute little face into my neck, I thought "Wow. Your nose is sure cold." Only...it wasn't his nose. This little 3 year old fart was licking my neck... like a lollipop!
Soooo NOT cute.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Come & See!
Open House....
Saturday -- January 29, 2011
4pm - 6pm
2908 West 1060 North, Provo
801-373-4364
Come & see the new house!
Thursday, December 30, 2010
More Grown Up Than Me
Everyone likes to receive $ as a gift, right? You can buy anything you want!! No more settling for something that someone else THINKS you might like or want... You get what you want. That's exciting....anything.
While thinking about what to get the kids for Christmas, and while asking them hypothetical questions one evening, Jeremy asks us if, instead of presents this year, we just give him the money.
Yeah, we know this drill...no presents, ask for the money, go and spend it on what you will. Because he knows I won't buy him a snake. Because he knows I won't know exactly which heat light or infrared lamp bulb to get. Because he knows he doesn't want any clothes. Why put up with that?
But again, I was wrong. (I seem to be wrong a lot lately!)
When asked what he would spend his money on, he replied, "I just want to give it away to someone who needs it more than me. I've got so much stuff already. Someone else needs it more."
How do you say NO to that?
The sadness that was experienced was actually by us, because he didn't want us to buy him anything. We did anyway, and then gave him $.
He's a lot more grown up than me.
P.S. I wrote this while on Benadryl....if it doesn't make sense or there's some punctuation or spelling error, that's why. Good Niiiggghhhhhh.....zzzzzzzzzz
While thinking about what to get the kids for Christmas, and while asking them hypothetical questions one evening, Jeremy asks us if, instead of presents this year, we just give him the money.
Yeah, we know this drill...no presents, ask for the money, go and spend it on what you will. Because he knows I won't buy him a snake. Because he knows I won't know exactly which heat light or infrared lamp bulb to get. Because he knows he doesn't want any clothes. Why put up with that?
But again, I was wrong. (I seem to be wrong a lot lately!)
When asked what he would spend his money on, he replied, "I just want to give it away to someone who needs it more than me. I've got so much stuff already. Someone else needs it more."
How do you say NO to that?
The sadness that was experienced was actually by us, because he didn't want us to buy him anything. We did anyway, and then gave him $.
He's a lot more grown up than me.
P.S. I wrote this while on Benadryl....if it doesn't make sense or there's some punctuation or spelling error, that's why. Good Niiiggghhhhhh.....zzzzzzzzzz
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Heartthrobs
My heartthrob in the 70's....Shaun Cassidy. I had posters of him all over my room. I used to write letters to his fan club.
My heartthrobs in the 80's....Steve Perry & Don Johnson. Who could resist Steve's tight jeans & that long hair? 
Who would say no to Don's casual Miami look & sunglasses?
My heartthrob in the 90's.....
Now, I get to experience Emily's heartthrob too. And it's kinda fun...and reminiscent.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Choir Christmas Concerts
I was baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints when I was 10 years old. Some time around the age of 12, I began to have a dream of singing in the Mormon Tabernacle Choir.
All through Jr. High and High School, I sang. I was even selected to sing in the Texas State Choir, ranking #6 in the state in the Alto section. When I went to BYU, I sang in BYU's Concert Choir, directed by Mack Wilberg, for 3 years.
My singing fell by the wayside for several years, while I worked and became a mom, although I sang in church many times. I did participate in a community choir a few years ago.
When I was selected to sing in the Tabernacle Choir a year ago, I fulfilled a life-long dream. And it has been an amazing year. I LOVE to sing in a choir. I enjoy singing solo, but I get much more fulfillment out of singing in a choir. I love the harmony. I love singing with men. I love how everything fits together. It's like magic to me.
The Choir's Christmas concert is one of the most anticipated community events. Tickets are offered free through a random drawing process. But there is great disappointment if you aren't able to get tickets and this year people were actually selling their tickets. Shame on them and shame on the people who bought them.
So I've been looking forward to participating in these concerts. It's been a long week. We had rehearsals on Tuesday and Wednesday, but Thursday night was the first night it was all put together and it was so exciting to see it and sing in it. My family was all there and I was so happy. However, I went to bed extremely late.
Friday's concert was even better. It was fun and exciting. Again, I went to bed late.
Yesterday, I woke up feeling just exhausted...like a train had run over me. We had to be in SLC at 2p for a recording session and by that time, I wasn't feeling well. After the session, we were served a lovely dinner...turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, dressing, salad, pumpkin cheesecake. I ate about half of it, hoping it would help me feel better. I was beginning to wonder if I should just sit this performance out. After dinner, I went to lay down somewhere during our break. That helped me feel a little better so I decided to sing in the concert.
Wrong decision.
During Song #4, I felt like I was going to pass out, so as soon as it was over, I was going to leave the stage, but then David Archuleta came out for his song, so I just sat down instead.
And then I retched....and my dinner left me. Luckily for those around me, my dress caught and kept everything and nothing landed on anyone. All through David's beautiful song, I sat there bent over, waiting for a moment when I could run out. When his song finished, another one started and I had to sit there again. My neighbor kept her hand on my shoulder and from out of nowhere, someone handed me 2 tissues.
When the song ended and the lights went down, I gather up the bottom of my dress, held the tissue to my face, and ran up the stairs and off stage....apologizing along the way to the dancers I passed who were getting ready to enter. I made it to the bathroom, to cry in humility and call Brian to come and get me...however we live 45 minutes away.
People backstage were so kind....from finding me a pair of scrubs to change into, giving me a bag for my lovely choir dress, to wheeling me in a wheelchair back to the dressing room. One choir member stayed with me the entire time and even sat in the hallway while I laid on the cold bathroom floor, waiting for Brian. She helped me to the car, carrying my other clothes and my purse. She went above and beyond the call of duty and should receive many blessings from Heaven for her kindness to me. I even received an email from another choir member after the concert that welcomed me to the "Throw up During a Concert" club. She also said, "You were very classy in how you handled yourself in a very difficult situation. There were very few who realized that you threw up. You were quite amazing." That made me feel better.
I wanted my first Christmas concert to be memorable & special. And it has been an amazing experience. I feel so blessed to be in the Choir and sometimes get overwhelmed by the joy I feel to be singing with such an amazing group.
Too bad it ended in such a "messy" way. One day soon, I hope to laugh about it. Right now, my stomach hurts too bad to laugh.
All through Jr. High and High School, I sang. I was even selected to sing in the Texas State Choir, ranking #6 in the state in the Alto section. When I went to BYU, I sang in BYU's Concert Choir, directed by Mack Wilberg, for 3 years.
My singing fell by the wayside for several years, while I worked and became a mom, although I sang in church many times. I did participate in a community choir a few years ago.
When I was selected to sing in the Tabernacle Choir a year ago, I fulfilled a life-long dream. And it has been an amazing year. I LOVE to sing in a choir. I enjoy singing solo, but I get much more fulfillment out of singing in a choir. I love the harmony. I love singing with men. I love how everything fits together. It's like magic to me.
The Choir's Christmas concert is one of the most anticipated community events. Tickets are offered free through a random drawing process. But there is great disappointment if you aren't able to get tickets and this year people were actually selling their tickets. Shame on them and shame on the people who bought them.
So I've been looking forward to participating in these concerts. It's been a long week. We had rehearsals on Tuesday and Wednesday, but Thursday night was the first night it was all put together and it was so exciting to see it and sing in it. My family was all there and I was so happy. However, I went to bed extremely late.
Friday's concert was even better. It was fun and exciting. Again, I went to bed late.
Yesterday, I woke up feeling just exhausted...like a train had run over me. We had to be in SLC at 2p for a recording session and by that time, I wasn't feeling well. After the session, we were served a lovely dinner...turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, dressing, salad, pumpkin cheesecake. I ate about half of it, hoping it would help me feel better. I was beginning to wonder if I should just sit this performance out. After dinner, I went to lay down somewhere during our break. That helped me feel a little better so I decided to sing in the concert.
Wrong decision.
During Song #4, I felt like I was going to pass out, so as soon as it was over, I was going to leave the stage, but then David Archuleta came out for his song, so I just sat down instead.
And then I retched....and my dinner left me. Luckily for those around me, my dress caught and kept everything and nothing landed on anyone. All through David's beautiful song, I sat there bent over, waiting for a moment when I could run out. When his song finished, another one started and I had to sit there again. My neighbor kept her hand on my shoulder and from out of nowhere, someone handed me 2 tissues.
When the song ended and the lights went down, I gather up the bottom of my dress, held the tissue to my face, and ran up the stairs and off stage....apologizing along the way to the dancers I passed who were getting ready to enter. I made it to the bathroom, to cry in humility and call Brian to come and get me...however we live 45 minutes away.
People backstage were so kind....from finding me a pair of scrubs to change into, giving me a bag for my lovely choir dress, to wheeling me in a wheelchair back to the dressing room. One choir member stayed with me the entire time and even sat in the hallway while I laid on the cold bathroom floor, waiting for Brian. She helped me to the car, carrying my other clothes and my purse. She went above and beyond the call of duty and should receive many blessings from Heaven for her kindness to me. I even received an email from another choir member after the concert that welcomed me to the "Throw up During a Concert" club. She also said, "You were very classy in how you handled yourself in a very difficult situation. There were very few who realized that you threw up. You were quite amazing." That made me feel better.
I wanted my first Christmas concert to be memorable & special. And it has been an amazing experience. I feel so blessed to be in the Choir and sometimes get overwhelmed by the joy I feel to be singing with such an amazing group.
Too bad it ended in such a "messy" way. One day soon, I hope to laugh about it. Right now, my stomach hurts too bad to laugh.
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| Here's a picture with David...I'm 4 rows above David's head, on the aisle. Thankfully, this was NOT the night I threw up and thankfully I was sitting in a different place where I was not as noticeable. |
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