Elliot went on a hike on Christmas Eve. I'm not sure I was invited, but honestly, I wasn't going to go anyway. He's like a turbo hiker.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
DECEMBER: Christmas Eve Hike
Elliot went on a hike on Christmas Eve. I'm not sure I was invited, but honestly, I wasn't going to go anyway. He's like a turbo hiker.
Monday, January 10, 2011
November Posts You May Have Missed . . .
. . . once again, because I just barely posted them.
I Love My Family (my parents and brothers and sisters came to visit)
Pre-Triathlon Party (my family and the things that make them laugh)
The Triathlon (it's a long one)
Exhausted (a sleepy girl)
Happy #33 Birthday To Me (complete with the push-up you've been waiting for)
Thanksgiving Run and Roll (I didn't name it "fun run" because running isn't really that fun, now is it?)
Fat Man's Pass 2010 (I still fit)
I Love My Family (my parents and brothers and sisters came to visit)
Pre-Triathlon Party (my family and the things that make them laugh)
The Triathlon (it's a long one)
Exhausted (a sleepy girl)
Happy #33 Birthday To Me (complete with the push-up you've been waiting for)
Thanksgiving Run and Roll (I didn't name it "fun run" because running isn't really that fun, now is it?)
Fat Man's Pass 2010 (I still fit)
No Name Fishy
Cassie, Casey, Pippy, Gabi, and now Gabriela. Really, who knows what this poor fishy's name is. Stella can't decide and when people ask, she just says that they can call her whatever they want. The good news is that she's still alive, even after almost 6 months and the horrific loogie incident.
There are two stories really. And first of all, let me start by saying that I have a serious gagging reaction to any sort of fluid or residue coming from anyone but my own child or myself. Now on that note, if you like to continue reading . . .
I had some friends over for a party and just as I looked up from my comfortable seat on the couch, I saw the grossest loogie dripping from my friend's son's mouth into the fish bowl. I don't remember how I got there, but I do remember saying very loudly "THAT IS NOT OK!" as everyone scattered and my gagging began. The poor fishy was being chased around by the stringy mess as I was trying desperately to get her into a different watery home and not barf in the process. Even writing this, I gag. Good news though, I didn't barf and little no name got her bowl cleaned out thrice that week.
By the way, when kids apologize for stuff like that, what is your response supposed to be? I wasn't going to say, "It's OK," because spitting is definitely NOT OK. I can't even remember what I said. I may have still been focusing on controlling my gag reflex.
Story #2 involves me and my spitting experiences. May I also just add right here that I only dedicated about a year of my life to being a heathen. It didn't work out for me, so I stopped and became the delightful person I am today. Here we go then . . .
I can't find my 6th grade picture in 1989-90, so this one will have to do (it's 5th grade). Just picture me 10 pounds heavier, my teeth gap more than closed - crossed over even, bangs swooped and hairsprayed to the side, acne, and wearing overalls. I know, I'll try to find it.
I had started band in 5th grade playing the trumpet. I thought I was pretty cool because my brother Miles also played the same trumpet. However, in 6th grade we got a new band teacher named Ron Gerhardstein. He hated me from the beginning. I can't remember why, but for some reason I got on his nerves. I know, hard to believe, right? There were others who were on his bad list as well: Matt Roberts, Anna Slade, and Anna Woods. I enlisted their help.
The band room was on the stage by the gym/cafeteria and it was the last hour of the day. So when we were released from band, we exited through a door that went by the faculty cars.
It must have been a rough day in band when (I'm not saying it was me because I honestly don't remember) we all SPAT upon Mr. G's little grey car. Next day, it happened again. It also seems as though Matt and I kept getting sent to the office to talk to the perpetually smiling Principal Mrs. Campbell (even while she was disciplining). Still, the spitting continued and even covered more of the vehicle.
One day I walked into band class and was IMMEDIATELY sent to the office without even causing a fuss yet. Matt was already sitting by the office. I remember wondering what in the world could have happened that I would get into trouble without even sitting down yet. Mrs. Campbell sat us down and spoke to us about spitting on Mr. G's car. As unapologetic as we were, we just wanted to know who told on us. She wouldn't tell us. I don't remember if it was me or Matt, but we told on Anna Slade and Anna Woods as well. They joined us in the office.
I had to call my mother. I was mortified. Not sorry, just mortified. This situation took the entire band hour and I was getting antsy about missing my bus. However, Mrs. Campbell would not let us leave until we apologized to Mr. G. Matt did so without hesitation (though I knew he wasn't sorry). Anna and Anna both started crying as they apologized and I maintained my stoic composure as I reluctantly apologized without looking him in the eye so that I could hurry and get to my bus.
I didn't learn anything from this experience right away. Sure, we stopped spitting on his car, but I still didn't like him for not liking me for no reason. My heathen ways continued into 7th grade where I had to issue another insincere apology to Mr. G, but not for much longer. Besides, it was just Mr. G that got on my nerves.
As an adult, I realize how incredibly disgusting spitting is and if Stella did this, I'm sure she would barely be living. I can only imagine how mortified my parents were, as they should have been.
So can you believe that I found Mr. G on Facebook this year and apologized to him, sincerely this time, for the grief I caused him in 6th and 7th grade? He graciously accepted my apology and probably got a good laugh at my many years of tortured expense.
By the way, it was Bret Moye that told on us. Just thought you'd like to know. :)
There are two stories really. And first of all, let me start by saying that I have a serious gagging reaction to any sort of fluid or residue coming from anyone but my own child or myself. Now on that note, if you like to continue reading . . .I had some friends over for a party and just as I looked up from my comfortable seat on the couch, I saw the grossest loogie dripping from my friend's son's mouth into the fish bowl. I don't remember how I got there, but I do remember saying very loudly "THAT IS NOT OK!" as everyone scattered and my gagging began. The poor fishy was being chased around by the stringy mess as I was trying desperately to get her into a different watery home and not barf in the process. Even writing this, I gag. Good news though, I didn't barf and little no name got her bowl cleaned out thrice that week.
By the way, when kids apologize for stuff like that, what is your response supposed to be? I wasn't going to say, "It's OK," because spitting is definitely NOT OK. I can't even remember what I said. I may have still been focusing on controlling my gag reflex.
Story #2 involves me and my spitting experiences. May I also just add right here that I only dedicated about a year of my life to being a heathen. It didn't work out for me, so I stopped and became the delightful person I am today. Here we go then . . .
I can't find my 6th grade picture in 1989-90, so this one will have to do (it's 5th grade). Just picture me 10 pounds heavier, my teeth gap more than closed - crossed over even, bangs swooped and hairsprayed to the side, acne, and wearing overalls. I know, I'll try to find it.I had started band in 5th grade playing the trumpet. I thought I was pretty cool because my brother Miles also played the same trumpet. However, in 6th grade we got a new band teacher named Ron Gerhardstein. He hated me from the beginning. I can't remember why, but for some reason I got on his nerves. I know, hard to believe, right? There were others who were on his bad list as well: Matt Roberts, Anna Slade, and Anna Woods. I enlisted their help.
The band room was on the stage by the gym/cafeteria and it was the last hour of the day. So when we were released from band, we exited through a door that went by the faculty cars.
It must have been a rough day in band when (I'm not saying it was me because I honestly don't remember) we all SPAT upon Mr. G's little grey car. Next day, it happened again. It also seems as though Matt and I kept getting sent to the office to talk to the perpetually smiling Principal Mrs. Campbell (even while she was disciplining). Still, the spitting continued and even covered more of the vehicle.
One day I walked into band class and was IMMEDIATELY sent to the office without even causing a fuss yet. Matt was already sitting by the office. I remember wondering what in the world could have happened that I would get into trouble without even sitting down yet. Mrs. Campbell sat us down and spoke to us about spitting on Mr. G's car. As unapologetic as we were, we just wanted to know who told on us. She wouldn't tell us. I don't remember if it was me or Matt, but we told on Anna Slade and Anna Woods as well. They joined us in the office.
I had to call my mother. I was mortified. Not sorry, just mortified. This situation took the entire band hour and I was getting antsy about missing my bus. However, Mrs. Campbell would not let us leave until we apologized to Mr. G. Matt did so without hesitation (though I knew he wasn't sorry). Anna and Anna both started crying as they apologized and I maintained my stoic composure as I reluctantly apologized without looking him in the eye so that I could hurry and get to my bus.
I didn't learn anything from this experience right away. Sure, we stopped spitting on his car, but I still didn't like him for not liking me for no reason. My heathen ways continued into 7th grade where I had to issue another insincere apology to Mr. G, but not for much longer. Besides, it was just Mr. G that got on my nerves.
As an adult, I realize how incredibly disgusting spitting is and if Stella did this, I'm sure she would barely be living. I can only imagine how mortified my parents were, as they should have been.
So can you believe that I found Mr. G on Facebook this year and apologized to him, sincerely this time, for the grief I caused him in 6th and 7th grade? He graciously accepted my apology and probably got a good laugh at my many years of tortured expense.
By the way, it was Bret Moye that told on us. Just thought you'd like to know. :)
Monday, January 03, 2011
October Posts You May Have Missed . . .
. . . mostly because I just barely posted them:
Elliot's Grand Canyon Hike
Happy #11 Anniversary To Us
Holy Moly, Can She Get Any Cuter?
Happy Halloween
Ugly Ol' Witch
Elliot's Grand Canyon Hike
Happy #11 Anniversary To Us
Holy Moly, Can She Get Any Cuter?
Happy Halloween
Ugly Ol' Witch
Saturday, January 01, 2011
Stella's Christmas Surprise
Stella got quite the letter from Santa in response to her letter to him:
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Dear Santa,
Stella wrote her own letter to Santa during her quiet time on Sunday afternoon. I was quite long, so here's what is says (I think):
SIDE 1: . . . I'm not even sure what it says, kind of a bunch of jibberish and some words that rhyme with Santa and then she orders him to look on the back.
SIDE 2: I want a phone and jewelry and a chandelier and a real baby for my mommy because I wanted a baby because I do not have any babies please get another baby because we have zero babies in our family Santa please get us a girl Santa because if we have a baby boy then he won't want to play with me only Clark and Sam and Joe.
She got 2 out of 4.
SIDE 1: . . . I'm not even sure what it says, kind of a bunch of jibberish and some words that rhyme with Santa and then she orders him to look on the back.
SIDE 2: I want a phone and jewelry and a chandelier and a real baby for my mommy because I wanted a baby because I do not have any babies please get another baby because we have zero babies in our family Santa please get us a girl Santa because if we have a baby boy then he won't want to play with me only Clark and Sam and Joe.She got 2 out of 4.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
More Sass
Seriously, . . .
. . . I know. I don't know where she came from either. We're looking into it.
. . . I know. I don't know where she came from either. We're looking into it.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
Stella's Laptop
We don't ever have to buy her another thing again. She's perfectly content with making it herself.
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
Sass-a-Frass
I've taken Stella with me during several photo shoots and even agreed to pay her $5 if she does her job correctly, which is 1) to make the kids smile, 2) not climb on things, 3) show the kids how to pose. She's a good 2 out of 3.
She's seriously the best poser and I don't have anything to do with it. She was born that way.
She's seriously the best poser and I don't have anything to do with it. She was born that way.
Too Many Mirrors
There have been so many cousins that have been in Arizona to visit this year and I love it!
So if you're sitting on this staircase, around where Martin is, you can totally see yourself in the ginormous mirror on the wall. Rachie totally caught Martin looking at his beautiful reflection during our little photo shoot.
He tried to deny it, but as you can see, he is STILL looking at himself during his denial! :)
I love, love, LOVE my cousins.
And my uncles and aunts and parents. :)
So if you're sitting on this staircase, around where Martin is, you can totally see yourself in the ginormous mirror on the wall. Rachie totally caught Martin looking at his beautiful reflection during our little photo shoot.
He tried to deny it, but as you can see, he is STILL looking at himself during his denial! :)I love, love, LOVE my cousins.
And my uncles and aunts and parents. :)
The Folks
Stella is so lucky that she's been able to see her Grandma and Grandpa Anderson 3 times already this year! And she's gearing up for another visit for Christmas! I am so happy that my Mom finally retired so she can visit more often!
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