Sunday, August 17, 2008

Hey, you with the money in your mouth...what's your last name?

Yesterday was "Beauty Shop Day" we took the little girls for their quarterly "get the bangs out of the eyes day". They have such darling faces I like to see them without looking out from underneath long bangs. Linda volunteered that Zoe would go first. So Zoe hopped up into the chair. When Cammy got finished cutting Zoe’s hair we were astonished at how much she looked like a picture we have of Grandma Bette Loo when she was the same age. So now our new nick name for Zoe is B B Loo in honor of Great Grandma B D Loo!

These little girls just keep me giggling. Today after dinner and church we went to the visitor’s center at the temple. The missionaries were so impressed that the little girls know so much about Jesus, the prophets and apostles...due to the good training of their parents!

As one of the sister missionaries looked on, I said to Linda, "go and point to the picture of the prophet, President Monson." She walked up to the picture of him and pointed. I then said to her, “tell the sister missionary your name. She said, "Linda" I said, "tell her your last name" her reply was, "And Teddy". So she knows Jesus, all the apostles and the prophet but thinks her last name is "And-Teddy. I guess it's up to grandma to start at the mundane life basics like...what is your last name?

I had promised the little girls that they could have some watermelon after we got back from the visitors center. Of course I forgot but they never do. As we focused on who was going to cut the watermelon for them - Linda found a handful of money. We got side tracked from the watermelon because of her desire to count "monies" into our hands. Zoe then needed to be part of the money grab. We of course had to make things even so we counted out equal coinage to each of them. Zoe immediatly put all her money in a safe place...her MOUTH!

It's past N A P-T I M E (for Nana) can you tell?

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

It was this BIG!

This is a REEL fish story! And it only cost me my cell phone!

Yep, we - Andrew and his family of sweet girls decided to go fishing this evening at Quail Res. We got the to the lake about 5:00 pm. It was really windy... hence the city is called Hurricane.

I saw Andrew take his Blackberry out of his pocket and put it on the blanket. I had a thought go through my little brain that I too should take my cell phone and my fishing license out of my pocket. Nah, was my next's too windy to go in the water then I will be cold.

I cast in first and made about 3 casts. My 3rd cast got caught several feet out into the water but close enough to walk out and release it. Andrew held the line since he was in his shorts and I was in my board shorts. To keep him from getting his clothes wet I said I would walk out and unhook my line from being caught. I reeled in my line and exited the water to partake of the pizza we had brought with us for dinner.

I reached for my pizza and realized at that moment that I hadn't taken my cell phone out of my pocket when I had waded in to release my line. I drew the drenched device from my pocket and dismantled it "gutted it like a fish" in hopes it would dry out. (Does anyone know how to turn the little pink sticker back to white?)
I had to go back in and fish some more to make certain I got my money's worth of fishing since I just ruined my recenlty replaced cell phone!

I cast in 2 more times and caught one. It really was a nice size fish as you can see from the picture. It is the first official fish I have ever caught (in my adult life). What makes it official is the fact that we kept it. The hook was actually in so firm that it took us a while to get it out.

I wish we had a video of the little "city folk" trying to get this fish off the hook, string it on the fish line and decide who was going to gut the fish. Andrew tried to be brave but every time the fish would twitch he would jump in the air. Dawnalyn and I where having a good chuckle at his expense. It was much like the lizard in Hawaii ... but that is a whole "nuther" story!

Andrew "gingerly" but the line through to string the fish, I think it was only 4 attempts. I then held the fish to try to get the hook out. I had to use his pocket scissors as pliers to get the hook out.

As we took the fish to the car Linda looked at it and said, "oh cute sish" (can't quite say her "f's" yet). She even pet the poor dead thing. We put it in a zip lock bag and proceeded to call various friends to see who knew how to gut a fish!

I tried my home teacher Bishop answer, I tried my current answer, I tried Randy answer. Andrew said he had found gutting instructions on You Tube and would attempt it using the video instructions. Randy, good friend that he is, called back and said he had gutted fish many times and would "walk Andrew through" the process. As we drove home I said, "Darrell Jim always goes fishing. Let's drive by and see if he is home". I went to one home in his complex and it was the wrong place. They told me which house was Darrell's so we rang the bell.

Darrell Jim you are my HERO! He took the poor dead beast to the sink and proceeded to prepare it for Grandma's dinner. He did say I had to scale the fish before I cooked it - which I fortunately knew how to do.

We took it home…scaled it…then cooked it for Grandma Bette’s dinner. I didn’t taste fishy at all…I hope not for being fresh from the lake!

I think unless it is trout…and a big one…we will just catch and release from now on!

It really was …. THIS BIG!

(I’ll know tomorrow if my cell phone is functional or not…so please don’t think me rude if I don’t answer. And yes, I know I need to change the outgoing message from the 4th of July holiday!)

It really was a nice sized Bass! Aren’t you proud of me…a little validation would be nice Matthew!

Am I alone in this?

So, is it just I or does anyone else have a psychotic possessed laptop that has a cursor that freakishly goes anywhere it *%#&^ well pleases? I mean, as I am blissfully (not so much any more cuz of the *%#&^ cursor) typing it just pops up in the middle of a previously typed word and does its own little devil dance on my page. Popping in and out of where ever it wants. I used to be a really fast typist but now with all the backspacing and CTRL Z functions it makes me crazy to type e-mail and other documents. Thank heaven I don’t have a masters thesis to type on a bloomin’ lap top!

I finally find out where the *%#&^ (notice 5 characters not 4 – you figure it out) cursor has jumped to…get it back to where it is supposed to be and then within several key strokes it is back again to it’s “devil dance”.

Somehow I thought a laptop would simplify my life…it has only made my hair whiter!

I guess I really answered my own question…that’s why they call it a “Cursor”…see it just did it…it popped up 3 lines! Maybe you can hear me screaming?

Monday, July 7, 2008

Am I there yet?

I've finally I'm told. I hear that blogging can take the place of journal keeping and scrapbooking. Anything to eliminate the guilt associated with not doing either of the previously mentioned tasks. Although I must admit I did just add my name to a Relief Society Enrichment list to learn how to scrapbook using computer technology. We'll see how that goes!

I'm sure I will learn quickly through my techno-kids how to add pictures to my new blog spot, so please be patient with them :)