HBO has made a TV series out of one of my favorite mystery series--THE NO. 1 LADIES DETECTIVE AGENCY by Alexander McCall Smith. Somewhat surprisingly to me, it is really good. Most of the time I like the books much better than any TV show or movie made from them. The image in my mind is always better than the people who make the movie (i.e. TWILIGHT, ERAGON, and INKHEART, to name a few.)
In the case of the LADIES' stories, all the characters are there pretty much as I imagined them--Precious Ramotswe (a woman of traditional build), Mr. J. B. L. Matekoni (the owner of Speedy Motors), and Grace Makutsi (who got a 97 percent on her tests at the Botswana Secretarial College). Best of all, it is filmed in Botswana where the books take place. The Botswana setting is one of the elements that make the books so wonderful.
So join Precious Ramotswe as she drives her tiny white van on all her adventures. And sit down with her for a cup of bush tea. You won't regret it. HBO, Sundays at 8 p.m. Or, record it to watch later. That's what I do.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
What I Did on My Spring Break
This spring break I decided I wanted to accomplish something besides my usual sitting around reading a book, which I really like to do, but sounds really boring when people ask, "What did you do on your spring break?" So here goes. . .
Monday: I decided I really needed to clean my house because when I am working, it really isn't my first priority. The laundry room seemed to be a good place to start since I can't ever find anything. Here's what I found during cleaning: 2 flashlights that didn't work, six bottles of bathroom cleaner (I keep buying more because I can't ever find any.), two pair of Sam's old shoes, which were about half the size his feet are now (size 12!), and some rope which must have been made during a cub scout day camp. Then I decided to move along to my bedroom. I am a pile maker. Going through those piles was like going to an archeological dig. I figured that since I hadn't ever needed the stuff at the bottom of the pile that I could safely throw it away. I was going to clean the kitchen cabinets, but by that time, I had had enough of cleaning.
Tuesday: I made it to the cannery by 8:30 a.m. to do some dry pack canning with our stake. Having never been there before, I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I ended up at the table that was canning cocoa mix. I love the smell of chocolate in the morning. It turned out that we had to can 298 cans which was about twice as much as everything else (beans, wheat, etc.) So after everyone else was done, we were still working, for quite a while. According to my friend Lori, I should have followed my other friend Laura, because she knows where the fast canning tables are. So, note to self--follow Laura.
After that adventure, Sam and I headed off to Costco to get some strawberries to make jam. Except things like that always take longer than one thinks and Tuesday was St. Patrick's day and I was fixing corned beef and cabbage for the family. Also, my visiting teachers came. I totally forgot they were coming. Now I have some yummy strawberry jam in my freezer, but it took forever to clean up.
Wednesday: Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat was playing at the Mesa Arts Center. I bought tickets so Sam and I could go. We both really enjoyed it. The brothers were hilarious. Although I was disappointed that Donny Osmond wasn't playing Joseph.;) We got a really great parking place too, because somebody left just as we were coming down the street behind the arts center. Sam wanted to go to Olive Garden to have dinner, so we did.
Thursday: Both Sam and I wanted to see RACE TO WITCH MOUNTAIN. It was a very pleasant way to spend a couple of hours. Dwayne Johnson (formerly The Rock) starred. I think I like The Rock better than Dwayne, but whatever. He was pretty fun to watch. After the movie, we decided to find the Scout Shop (We were at Mesa Riverview.) to buy Sam a scout book. I mean he has only been a scout for a year, it was about time to get him a book. Yes, I'm a slacker mom sometimes. We purchased the scout book. Then we hit Sam's and I's favorite pizza place--Red Brick Pizza. It's right by the Cinemark, so if you are ever in the neighborhood, you should check it out. Gary stayed home to work on tax returns, so we were nice and brought him pizza too.
Friday: April doesn't have to work on Fridays, so she, Sam, and I went to have breakfast at Crackers and Company. Yummy. Afterwards, April and I went shopping at the Rustic Hutch. Sam didn't want to shop. He thinks it is boring.
About a month ago, I bought a pressure cooker. I have been wanting to try it out. I bought some hamburger and beans at Sprouts. I cooked the hamburger and put it in the jars. Then I put the jars in the pressure cooker, fearing that I would do something wrong and something bad would happen. Like, maybe I would blow something up, even though Shar, the lady who I bought the pressure cooker from explained that it would definitely NOT blow up. Well, everything worked according to plan, so we will see how the finished product tastes.
Saturday: I thought I would have a peaceful day reading my book, finally. However, I had agreed to feed the missionaries, which I thought met I just had to take dinner to them at the Temple Visitor's Center. They called and it turned out they understood they were coming to our house. So I had to speedy quick get the kitchen cleaned up. Sam and April came to dinner also. That way, I didn't have to worry about any lulls in the conversation. Sam and Jacob were around also, but roast pork, sweet potatoes and apples didn't appeal to their picky appetites. I also had to finish preparing my Sunday School lesson. I haven't taught for three weeks because of ward conference and stake conference, so I was having a hard time getting inspired to sit down and finish planning it. Thankfully, the Lord always helps me know what to say as long as I have done my part in preparing.
So today I taught my Sunday School lesson about Emma Smith and Section 25 of the Doctrine and Covenants. I admire Emma for all she had to endure. I don't completely understand why she didn't come west. I can guess some of the reasons she didn't. Since I don't know everything, I am in no position to judge her actions. I appreciate the chance I have to study church history and the Doctrine and Covenants this year.
Tomorrow it's back to school for Sam and I and when people ask what I did, I will have something to tell them. Plus, I am pretty proud of myself for getting some projects done instead of wasting my time.
Monday: I decided I really needed to clean my house because when I am working, it really isn't my first priority. The laundry room seemed to be a good place to start since I can't ever find anything. Here's what I found during cleaning: 2 flashlights that didn't work, six bottles of bathroom cleaner (I keep buying more because I can't ever find any.), two pair of Sam's old shoes, which were about half the size his feet are now (size 12!), and some rope which must have been made during a cub scout day camp. Then I decided to move along to my bedroom. I am a pile maker. Going through those piles was like going to an archeological dig. I figured that since I hadn't ever needed the stuff at the bottom of the pile that I could safely throw it away. I was going to clean the kitchen cabinets, but by that time, I had had enough of cleaning.
Tuesday: I made it to the cannery by 8:30 a.m. to do some dry pack canning with our stake. Having never been there before, I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I ended up at the table that was canning cocoa mix. I love the smell of chocolate in the morning. It turned out that we had to can 298 cans which was about twice as much as everything else (beans, wheat, etc.) So after everyone else was done, we were still working, for quite a while. According to my friend Lori, I should have followed my other friend Laura, because she knows where the fast canning tables are. So, note to self--follow Laura.
After that adventure, Sam and I headed off to Costco to get some strawberries to make jam. Except things like that always take longer than one thinks and Tuesday was St. Patrick's day and I was fixing corned beef and cabbage for the family. Also, my visiting teachers came. I totally forgot they were coming. Now I have some yummy strawberry jam in my freezer, but it took forever to clean up.
Wednesday: Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat was playing at the Mesa Arts Center. I bought tickets so Sam and I could go. We both really enjoyed it. The brothers were hilarious. Although I was disappointed that Donny Osmond wasn't playing Joseph.;) We got a really great parking place too, because somebody left just as we were coming down the street behind the arts center. Sam wanted to go to Olive Garden to have dinner, so we did.
Thursday: Both Sam and I wanted to see RACE TO WITCH MOUNTAIN. It was a very pleasant way to spend a couple of hours. Dwayne Johnson (formerly The Rock) starred. I think I like The Rock better than Dwayne, but whatever. He was pretty fun to watch. After the movie, we decided to find the Scout Shop (We were at Mesa Riverview.) to buy Sam a scout book. I mean he has only been a scout for a year, it was about time to get him a book. Yes, I'm a slacker mom sometimes. We purchased the scout book. Then we hit Sam's and I's favorite pizza place--Red Brick Pizza. It's right by the Cinemark, so if you are ever in the neighborhood, you should check it out. Gary stayed home to work on tax returns, so we were nice and brought him pizza too.
Friday: April doesn't have to work on Fridays, so she, Sam, and I went to have breakfast at Crackers and Company. Yummy. Afterwards, April and I went shopping at the Rustic Hutch. Sam didn't want to shop. He thinks it is boring.
About a month ago, I bought a pressure cooker. I have been wanting to try it out. I bought some hamburger and beans at Sprouts. I cooked the hamburger and put it in the jars. Then I put the jars in the pressure cooker, fearing that I would do something wrong and something bad would happen. Like, maybe I would blow something up, even though Shar, the lady who I bought the pressure cooker from explained that it would definitely NOT blow up. Well, everything worked according to plan, so we will see how the finished product tastes.
Saturday: I thought I would have a peaceful day reading my book, finally. However, I had agreed to feed the missionaries, which I thought met I just had to take dinner to them at the Temple Visitor's Center. They called and it turned out they understood they were coming to our house. So I had to speedy quick get the kitchen cleaned up. Sam and April came to dinner also. That way, I didn't have to worry about any lulls in the conversation. Sam and Jacob were around also, but roast pork, sweet potatoes and apples didn't appeal to their picky appetites. I also had to finish preparing my Sunday School lesson. I haven't taught for three weeks because of ward conference and stake conference, so I was having a hard time getting inspired to sit down and finish planning it. Thankfully, the Lord always helps me know what to say as long as I have done my part in preparing.
So today I taught my Sunday School lesson about Emma Smith and Section 25 of the Doctrine and Covenants. I admire Emma for all she had to endure. I don't completely understand why she didn't come west. I can guess some of the reasons she didn't. Since I don't know everything, I am in no position to judge her actions. I appreciate the chance I have to study church history and the Doctrine and Covenants this year.
Tomorrow it's back to school for Sam and I and when people ask what I did, I will have something to tell them. Plus, I am pretty proud of myself for getting some projects done instead of wasting my time.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Needles
Today I had to go for my quarterly taking of blood. Normally this is no big deal. Except. . .
Three months ago when I went, it seems my veins were MIA or maybe the phlebotomist didn't know what she was doing. Anyway, two different people ended up sticking me THREE times. Since all the sticking was really starting to hurt and I wasn't too happy with the whole situation, I started to CRY. So, of course, everybody in the room was trying to distract me. What am I, a little kid?
Well apparently I am, because today in the waiting room I started feeling a little uncomfortable. I decided I was a little traumatized from the last time. Go figure. My name was called, I sat down in the chair and I STARTED TO CRY! Now the phlebotomist was very nice and asked me if I was feeling sick. I told her my whole pathetic story. She was surprised that I had such a bad experience because her colleagues were all good at their jobs. (Whatever. At least two weren't.) This wonderful person found a vein and I was done in about 2 minutes. YA-HOO!!!! Only one problem, I didn't get her name for the next time. :(
Three months ago when I went, it seems my veins were MIA or maybe the phlebotomist didn't know what she was doing. Anyway, two different people ended up sticking me THREE times. Since all the sticking was really starting to hurt and I wasn't too happy with the whole situation, I started to CRY. So, of course, everybody in the room was trying to distract me. What am I, a little kid?
Well apparently I am, because today in the waiting room I started feeling a little uncomfortable. I decided I was a little traumatized from the last time. Go figure. My name was called, I sat down in the chair and I STARTED TO CRY! Now the phlebotomist was very nice and asked me if I was feeling sick. I told her my whole pathetic story. She was surprised that I had such a bad experience because her colleagues were all good at their jobs. (Whatever. At least two weren't.) This wonderful person found a vein and I was done in about 2 minutes. YA-HOO!!!! Only one problem, I didn't get her name for the next time. :(
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
It's a Miracle!
Some days we have a serious epidemic in first grade. The symptoms are headache, stomach ache, and the very popular, "I don't feel good" accompanied by a very sad look. Of course, like all good epidemics this involves a visit to the nurse.
I have decided to name this terrible disease "get" as in "I will get a cracker from the nurse, I will get a drink from the nurse, and I will get out of class and not have to do anything." The principle way we can tell if a child has "get" is when we look out the window and see the child skipping to the nurse's office.
Mrs. J., being the smart woman that she is, tried an experiment last Friday to see if she could stem this terrible epidemic. Just as the reading test was about to start about three people all of a sudden came down with "get." Mrs. J. tells these victims that they need to stay and take the test and then they can go to the nurse's office.
The test ended just before recess. She told them they could go to the nurse. (Cue gospel choir.) "We don't feel bad anymore." It's a miracle! Thanks to the power of recess, they are cured!
I have decided to name this terrible disease "get" as in "I will get a cracker from the nurse, I will get a drink from the nurse, and I will get out of class and not have to do anything." The principle way we can tell if a child has "get" is when we look out the window and see the child skipping to the nurse's office.
Mrs. J., being the smart woman that she is, tried an experiment last Friday to see if she could stem this terrible epidemic. Just as the reading test was about to start about three people all of a sudden came down with "get." Mrs. J. tells these victims that they need to stay and take the test and then they can go to the nurse's office.
The test ended just before recess. She told them they could go to the nurse. (Cue gospel choir.) "We don't feel bad anymore." It's a miracle! Thanks to the power of recess, they are cured!
Monday, March 16, 2009
Spring Break Memories
Spring Break is here again and I have been waxing a little nostalgic.
In March of 1991, Stephen, Chris, April and I headed to Utah. As you can see, it snowed so they got to build a snowman. Grandma helped. She was always ready to have fun with the grandkids, whether it was building a snowman or sleeping outside with them in the tent during the summer. You will notice the assortment of cold weather gear worn by the kids. These were things we dug up in the basement so they wouldn't freeze. As I recall, someone hit April with a snowball and she was not too happy. We had a great time, but I wonder if we knew what a great memory we were making. My mom and dad have both passed away and the house belongs to someone else, but the precious memory is still with me.
Three years ago, my brother Phil died during spring break. He was almost 40 years old. But when I think of Phil, I think of the teenager with the big earphones rocking out (literally, he loved to rock in the chair and listen). After we moved to Arizona and Phil got married, I didn't see him very much. Sometimes we would all be together for family parties, but not very much. I regret that I didn't know Phil very well as an adult. I don't think he had a very happy life, and for that I am very sad. It seems strange to me that we grow up in the same house, in the same family and sometimes we don't connect very much after we become adults. One thing that I am grateful for is that my mom was there to meet him when he passed to the spirit world. I'm sure she and my dad are taking very good care of him.
Friday, March 13, 2009
My Visit to the Dentist
As a child, I absolutely HATED (and feared) going to the dentist. My stomach hurt. I always hoped my mom would forget about the appointment. (No such luck there, my mother didn't have great dental care when she was a child, so she made sure we had it.) The only bright spot was the HIGHTLIGHT magazine in the waiting room.
Dr. Whiting wasn't a bad dentist (as far as dentists go). I saw him every Sunday. He was in the Heber 1st Ward with my family. He didn't look scary there. However, he had gone to dental school in the army and looked like one of those drill sergeants I saw on TV. Now he did have a beautiful assistant who would always stay in the examining room and try to put me at ease with witty conversation. It was a mostly a one sided conversation because I was way too scared to utter any more than one syllable answers. Now, if everything was a-okay, I would be out of there in a jiffy, however if things weren't--well, bad news for me. For example, there was the time my permanent teeth were coming in on the bottom and those baby teeth weren't even loose.
"Those have to come out," Dr. Whiting declared. I knew that met something really awful for me. No nice numbing gel to deaden the injection site, and the roots on those teeth were long.
Flash forward 40 years. Now, I know that my dentist is not going to hurt me. He goes out of his way to make sure that doesn't happen. Recently, however, I needed to have two crowns put on. I've even had another one put on before so I knew what he had to do to prep those teeth. I was not looking forward to it.
I found myself sitting in the waiting room and I felt like that little girl who was sure something terrible was going to happen behind that waiting room door. I told myself, "I'm an adult and not a little kid." Didn't work. When I finally got behind the waiting room door, I had to confess that I was a nervous wreck. Dr. Williams (no relation) said something very comforting to me, "Well, I can give you nitrous or I can hit you between the eyes with a 2x4." Silly joke, but it immediately put me at ease. He was very careful not to hurt me. The numbing medicine didn't wear off for about six hours as a testament to that fact.
I am very grateful for the wonders of modern dentistry, stupid jokes, and a great dentist. I have two new crowns and they feel great. Thanks Dr. Williams.
Dr. Whiting wasn't a bad dentist (as far as dentists go). I saw him every Sunday. He was in the Heber 1st Ward with my family. He didn't look scary there. However, he had gone to dental school in the army and looked like one of those drill sergeants I saw on TV. Now he did have a beautiful assistant who would always stay in the examining room and try to put me at ease with witty conversation. It was a mostly a one sided conversation because I was way too scared to utter any more than one syllable answers. Now, if everything was a-okay, I would be out of there in a jiffy, however if things weren't--well, bad news for me. For example, there was the time my permanent teeth were coming in on the bottom and those baby teeth weren't even loose.
"Those have to come out," Dr. Whiting declared. I knew that met something really awful for me. No nice numbing gel to deaden the injection site, and the roots on those teeth were long.
Flash forward 40 years. Now, I know that my dentist is not going to hurt me. He goes out of his way to make sure that doesn't happen. Recently, however, I needed to have two crowns put on. I've even had another one put on before so I knew what he had to do to prep those teeth. I was not looking forward to it.
I found myself sitting in the waiting room and I felt like that little girl who was sure something terrible was going to happen behind that waiting room door. I told myself, "I'm an adult and not a little kid." Didn't work. When I finally got behind the waiting room door, I had to confess that I was a nervous wreck. Dr. Williams (no relation) said something very comforting to me, "Well, I can give you nitrous or I can hit you between the eyes with a 2x4." Silly joke, but it immediately put me at ease. He was very careful not to hurt me. The numbing medicine didn't wear off for about six hours as a testament to that fact.
I am very grateful for the wonders of modern dentistry, stupid jokes, and a great dentist. I have two new crowns and they feel great. Thanks Dr. Williams.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Will Work for Stickers
What would you do for a sticker? If you happen to be in the 1st, 2nd, or 3rd grade, it turns out to be quite a lot. (Well, if you are most kids, there are exceptions.)
Me: "Okay boys and girls, listen and work hard in group (4-5 kids in reading) and I will give you a really cool sticker."
Kid 1, 2, 3 and 4: "All right! What kind!"
Kid 5: "Who cares?"
Well, most of them will work hard, especially when it may be a puffy sticker.
One half hour later:
Kid 1, 2, 3, and 4: "Wow, cool sticker!"
Kid 5 (who, by the way, has goofed off the entire time): "Where's my sticker?" I don't get one, why?
Me: "You weren't doing what you were supposed to."
Kid 5: "You're not fair."
Me: "Life isn't fair. Maybe you should pay attention next time."
Like I said, they all want stickers. But some kids think that paying attention and working is just way too much trouble.
Me: "Okay boys and girls, listen and work hard in group (4-5 kids in reading) and I will give you a really cool sticker."
Kid 1, 2, 3 and 4: "All right! What kind!"
Kid 5: "Who cares?"
Well, most of them will work hard, especially when it may be a puffy sticker.
One half hour later:
Kid 1, 2, 3, and 4: "Wow, cool sticker!"
Kid 5 (who, by the way, has goofed off the entire time): "Where's my sticker?" I don't get one, why?
Me: "You weren't doing what you were supposed to."
Kid 5: "You're not fair."
Me: "Life isn't fair. Maybe you should pay attention next time."
Like I said, they all want stickers. But some kids think that paying attention and working is just way too much trouble.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Hack, Hack, Achoo
I'm pretty sure if the "common" cold was one of the plagues of Egypt, the Israelites would have gotten out of Egypt quicker. I should have seen a cold coming last week after about the 4th time I got coughed and sneezed on.
So I spent Friday, Saturday, and Sunday coughing and blowing my nose. Because after all, there was nothing like spending the weekend feeling like my head was going to expode any minute.
I didn't go to church so I thought I would read a little church history. I was in the perfect place in the book for my mood--Mormons, mobs, and Missouri.
Anyway, by the end of Sunday, I was sick of being sick. So I drug my cold addled brain out of bed this morning and went to school. Sure enough I got sneezed and coughed on today too. I hate to be the one to break it to the school nurse, but her lessons about where to cough and sneeze are having no effect.
Anyway, hopefully I won't run into any new germs for the rest of the year. Yeah right.
So I spent Friday, Saturday, and Sunday coughing and blowing my nose. Because after all, there was nothing like spending the weekend feeling like my head was going to expode any minute.
I didn't go to church so I thought I would read a little church history. I was in the perfect place in the book for my mood--Mormons, mobs, and Missouri.
Anyway, by the end of Sunday, I was sick of being sick. So I drug my cold addled brain out of bed this morning and went to school. Sure enough I got sneezed and coughed on today too. I hate to be the one to break it to the school nurse, but her lessons about where to cough and sneeze are having no effect.
Anyway, hopefully I won't run into any new germs for the rest of the year. Yeah right.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Christmas Carol
Long ago in a different city, in a different state, I attended church in this building--The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, Heber 1st Ward. The bishop of the ward was George Holmes. My dad was the financial clerk, so I used to hang out with him after church while he waited for people to bring their tithing into the clerk's office. He wrote them a tithing receipt and they would be on their way. Bishop Holmes was there a lot also. I don't remember how it started, but he began to call me "Christmas Carol." Know what--it totally fits me.
When I started this blog, I knew it had to have something to do with being called "Christmas Carol." I LOVE Christmas. It's my favorite time of year. I have the decorations to prove it, but it's not just the decorations, or the food, or the presents, or the Christmas programs, or even having family all around. It's remembering and being thankful for the birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ. It's the fact that because of his atonement, I can live with my Heavenly Father, Jesus Christ and my family forever and that's the MOST IMPORTANT thing! All these good and wonderful things are what I think of when I think about Christmas. That's why I think it's great to have a little Christmas around all year and when other people look at my blog I want them to have that Christmas feeling too.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
My life in the First Grade
The Case of the Lost Pencils--I have worked at the school now for five years. Almost each and every day from the beginning I would hear helpless VICTIMS cry, "I have no pencil. My pencil is lost. Someone took my pencil." The VICTIMS' pitiful cries would make my heart bleed. For the last 5 years I have been trying to solve this sad situation. I have interviewed many of these VICTIMS. "Where did you last see it?" I would question. "I just had it a minute ago, but it's not there anymore," sobbed the VICTIMS. After much investigating I have come to some conclusions.
1. The VICTIMS' desks eat pencils. I know that desks don't like to eat paper because some desks actually spit it out, but pencils, hmmmmm, maybe they taste better.
2. There are Pencil Eating Monsters (PEMs) who live at the school. They have yellow bodies and long dark teeth (from eating so much lead). They must, however, either come at night or be invisible.
3. A black hole has somehow mysteriously formed under the school and sucks up unsuspecting pencils.
Just today, I viewed some pencil survivors. Even that didn't help me narrow down the suspect. Some of these pencil survivors were very short. They didn't have a sharp point and their erasers were all gone. Who would do such a thing to an innocent pencil?
Could it be all my conjectures were totally wrong? Perhaps something more sinister is at work. Maybe the VICTIMS aren't really victims. . .
The Popsicle Stick--One morning at the beginning of the school year, Mrs. J.'s class was making puppets with some cut-out characters from the story of the week. These characters were being taped to craft sticks so each character could move and jump around. Something was really bothering E. He walked up to me with a very concerned look on his face and questioned, "Are these Popsicle sticks new or have they been used?"
The WOW factor--Every afternoon Mrs. J.'s class takes a timed math test. If they finish the test and get every one right, I write a big WOW across the page and they get their name announced in class as having passed their plus ones, plus twos and on up. They also get a sticker on their chart. These kids love getting WOW's! It's the greatest thing ever to them and they will work hard to get one. I wish we could find something like a WOW written across the page to get them to work that hard on everything!
1. The VICTIMS' desks eat pencils. I know that desks don't like to eat paper because some desks actually spit it out, but pencils, hmmmmm, maybe they taste better.
2. There are Pencil Eating Monsters (PEMs) who live at the school. They have yellow bodies and long dark teeth (from eating so much lead). They must, however, either come at night or be invisible.
3. A black hole has somehow mysteriously formed under the school and sucks up unsuspecting pencils.
Just today, I viewed some pencil survivors. Even that didn't help me narrow down the suspect. Some of these pencil survivors were very short. They didn't have a sharp point and their erasers were all gone. Who would do such a thing to an innocent pencil?
Could it be all my conjectures were totally wrong? Perhaps something more sinister is at work. Maybe the VICTIMS aren't really victims. . .
The Popsicle Stick--One morning at the beginning of the school year, Mrs. J.'s class was making puppets with some cut-out characters from the story of the week. These characters were being taped to craft sticks so each character could move and jump around. Something was really bothering E. He walked up to me with a very concerned look on his face and questioned, "Are these Popsicle sticks new or have they been used?"
The WOW factor--Every afternoon Mrs. J.'s class takes a timed math test. If they finish the test and get every one right, I write a big WOW across the page and they get their name announced in class as having passed their plus ones, plus twos and on up. They also get a sticker on their chart. These kids love getting WOW's! It's the greatest thing ever to them and they will work hard to get one. I wish we could find something like a WOW written across the page to get them to work that hard on everything!
Monday, March 2, 2009
Miracles
Some people say miracles have ceased. I know they haven't. I live with one. His name is Sam.
Sam decided to arrive very hurriedly on the morning of February 23, 1997. I woke up in pain and we drove to the hospital fast! Sam made his appearance 20 minutes after we got to the hospital at about 4:20 a.m. He didn't even wait for the doctor to get there. A nurse delivered him. They didn't even have time to hook me up to an IV. (For that alone I was happy.)
The doctor arrived in time to deliver the placenta. He told us that it had started to tear away from the uterine wall. If Sam hadn't come when he did, he may have died. Then Doctor G. said something I haven't ever forgotten. "The Lord takes care of his little ones."
Yes He does. Sam turned 12 on February 23 and yesterday he was ordained to the Aaronic Priesthood. I am glad that he is part of our family. He has provided us with entertainment and lots of love. Congratulations Sam!
Sam decided to arrive very hurriedly on the morning of February 23, 1997. I woke up in pain and we drove to the hospital fast! Sam made his appearance 20 minutes after we got to the hospital at about 4:20 a.m. He didn't even wait for the doctor to get there. A nurse delivered him. They didn't even have time to hook me up to an IV. (For that alone I was happy.)
The doctor arrived in time to deliver the placenta. He told us that it had started to tear away from the uterine wall. If Sam hadn't come when he did, he may have died. Then Doctor G. said something I haven't ever forgotten. "The Lord takes care of his little ones."
Yes He does. Sam turned 12 on February 23 and yesterday he was ordained to the Aaronic Priesthood. I am glad that he is part of our family. He has provided us with entertainment and lots of love. Congratulations Sam!
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