tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85921170597623760212024-03-05T13:57:24.038-08:00Is there Sushi in Montana?Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13176618001781734942noreply@blogger.comBlogger212125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592117059762376021.post-70510644865344031272013-05-23T21:17:00.001-07:002013-05-23T21:17:59.291-07:00Is that really school policy?Sometimes school policy just confuses me. For instance, I just received an e-mail from one of Ben's teachers at the middle school. It said it was school policy that a teacher could not be used as a limerick and that Ben would need to change his assignment. Huh, do you think that is a real policy or do you think that the following poem was just offensive? <br />
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"There once was a teacher named Zogg,<br />
He decided to eat a hog.<br />
But his choice was not smart,<br />
since he made a big fart.<br />
The room’s odorous smell prolonged."<br />
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Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13176618001781734942noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592117059762376021.post-88512466676584266562013-04-27T10:44:00.001-07:002013-04-27T10:46:55.529-07:00Party ProblemsWe will soon be in the the month of May. For some of you May is just another month in the year. For us here at the Revelli home it is "Jonny's Birthday Month." I swear we plan his party for half of the year. However, this year we are experiencing a few glitches in his celebration.<br />
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1. Jonny has decided he does not want me to do a party here. He wants to have his party in Dave Smiths barn. Don't get me wrong his barn is pretty cool, but not conducive to plugging in carnival machines.<br />
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2. His first present request came today. "Mom, for my birthday I want to be able to punish Sarah." uhhhh I was about to book him in child therapy, until he further explained that he wants to be able to control if she watches any girl shows, listens to girl music, etc. ... I might still get him therapy.<br />
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3. He is very upset that his friend Nick can't come to his party. He is convinced that once Nick gets the cool party invitation he will postpone going into the M.T.C. on his birthday and wait a day. After all, we can't have a cool party without Nick.<br />
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Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13176618001781734942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592117059762376021.post-54462160091622610842013-02-24T18:42:00.000-08:002013-02-24T18:42:04.976-08:00Does this make me a Montanan?<br />
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I think I have adjusted to life in Hamilton. Here are a few examples why I have come to this conclusion.<br />
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• When someone was discussing the amazing “spread of the bull” I didn’t have to secretly wonder what that meant.<br />
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• I have driven safely through the 6 unmarked four way intersections safely. Even though there are no stop or yields signs anywhere to be seen.<br />
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• I have heated my house with a cord of wood this winter. Just for you non-roughing it people, I have included a definition : “A cord is a unit of measure of dry volume used in Canada and the United States to measure firewood and pulpwood.” Every morning I wake up, build my fire, and consider myself quite the pioneer. <br />
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• I have started calling Stevensville “Stevi” this pretty much makes me a local.<br />
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• Through great peer pressure from my boys they are going to take “hunters safety." I will become a huge fan of hunting if they shoot the turkey that still mocks me.<br />
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Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13176618001781734942noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592117059762376021.post-3731434327138965522013-01-24T09:08:00.001-08:002013-01-24T09:08:23.408-08:00Some people buy cars<ol>
<li>Nathan turned 14 this week. I know he is 6 '1 and looks like he is 19 but it still hurts.</li>
<li>I turned 36. OUCH! Of course this brings me one year closer to my 40th which is a good thing. Why you ask? Well, I decided at my fortieth I am buying two items to celebrate. First, will be a commercial Slurpy machine that will always be running in my kitchen. Second, will be the cool candy coin machines that have runts and gumballs in them. These will change my life.</li>
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So to celebrate turning 36 I am starting the violin, looking into Slurpy machines, Oh, and I was fitted for braces last week. Happy <strike>16th</strike> oh I mean 36th to me.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13176618001781734942noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592117059762376021.post-24917196435506549522013-01-16T21:01:00.001-08:002013-01-16T21:04:57.758-08:00Nothing died well except for the large bird-like turkeyAt a church meeting last night they said that blogging totally counts as writing in a journal. Since I don’t ever write in a journal it inspired me to blog more. You will all have to forgive my total lack of grammar. I have to admit I got so I disliked blogging because it pointed out that I was not great at Kimbals advanced english class.<br />
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It has been dang cold here. I know it is cold everywhere but Montana unlike the rest of the world does not salt their roads. This has made my last few weeks difficult.<br />
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Things I have <strong>almost</strong> hit with my car:<br />
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A rabbit<br />
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Many poor squirrels,<br />
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A mailbox<br />
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Things I actually <strong>did </strong>hit with my car:<br />
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My bush outside my house,<br />
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A very large bird-like turkey thing (Don’t worry this was not my fault, and it is dead now)<br />
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A car full of teenagers. (Don’t worry this was also not my fault everyone is alive and well) My favorite part of the whole thing was that it happened on my birthday woo hoo at least the police officer noticed on my license and wished me happy birthday. My second favorite thing was on Sunday when one of the young women said the bummer part of her week was that some of the cheerleaders couldn’t cheer due to being treated for concussions. This was all because some dang lady hit them with her car. Well, at least I didn’t hit the rabbit.<br />
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Nate: Minecraft (a video game)<br />
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Ben: Halo and an Xbox to go with it.<br />
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Jonny: Uhhhh, one of those big tubs of potato Salad from Costco.<br />
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Merry Christmas!</div>
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6:20 p.m. All 2nd grade parents shuffle in to gym and quickly find a seat.<br />
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6:30 p.m. All second grade students sing 5 songs most of which the ACLU would throw a fit over. (They ended with Silent Night complete with sign language.)<br />
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Jonny had a speaking part. They asked a handful of second graders "How do you celebrate Christmas"<br />
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Girl # 1: "We celebrate because it is Jesus' birthday" crowd goes "Ahhhhh"<br />
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Boy #2 "We celebrate by giving gifts" crowd goes "AHHHHH"<br />
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Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13176618001781734942noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592117059762376021.post-76037555218004699702012-10-29T22:49:00.000-07:002012-10-30T08:46:22.320-07:00Alton, your my hero.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There are some people who never let you down-- my gas station friends who can order a case of nacho cheese and it arrives the next day, Ryan Reynolds for obvious reasons and Alton. You cannot however count on the tooth fairy. She has stiffed Jonny 3 days in a row.<br />
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We have been seeing this dish pop up for years on our trusty "Food Network." Since there are no "Chicken and Waffle restaurants here in Hamilton.... I know... shocker we decided to follow Alton's recipe and try it. It was delightful in a very weird and bizarre way. So here is a huge shout out to our friend Alton. I think I am going to try to make his home-made candy corns this week because let's face it, all candy corn is gross.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13176618001781734942noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592117059762376021.post-4915299314821329272012-10-19T14:25:00.001-07:002012-10-19T14:34:11.092-07:00Death of the HamsterWe didn’t have the best of luck with pets as a child. Jenny had a horrible little crab that used to escape and we would find it in weird places. My first hamster’s sad little life ended quite tragically. I had spent many hours crocheting a leash. (Don’t judge me, all children in Wyoming crocheted their pets leashes.) Anyway, I then proudly harnessed my hamster and took her on a walk down to the Lancaster’s. Yet we never made it to the destination because a very scary dog showed up, barked once and my little hamster died instantly from heart failure.<br />
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We (Jenny, Jared, Jason, and I) were then entrusted with a second hamster. Oh, the hours I spent dressing up the hamster in all my doll clothes. He was a very happy companion at a time when my older siblings made up horror stories to scare me into staying at home rather than accompanying them to the park. To this day I am still afraid of all dogs, Nazi’s and anyone over the age of 75. Sadly one day our beloved pet also left us. Not by death, but by escaping into the wild to live with all the other happy hamsters.<br />
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Last week my parents visited us in Montana bringing with them my favorite bag of doll clothing for Sarah to play with. It was quite the shock when Sarah’s friend came up to me holding the sad remains of our beloved hamster. Yes, it appears I might have left the poor dressed up hamster in my bag where he must have died slowly and then decomposed over the next 30 years. Well at least it wasn’t the crab.<br />
<br />Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13176618001781734942noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592117059762376021.post-84338931111172591862012-09-10T15:54:00.004-07:002012-09-10T15:54:57.910-07:00Where's the s'mores?Reasons why I need a vacation<br />
1. Any time you leave your house you return smelling like a campfire. This is not a bad thing if you are camping and get to experience the happiness of Reesus Peanut butter cup s'mores. Not as much fun when you are going to the library. <br />
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2. Every time we leave the house Jonny expects to see zombies or some other kind of monster. It does look somewhat like a horror movie outside.<br />
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Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13176618001781734942noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592117059762376021.post-17436044432785147442012-09-03T13:06:00.000-07:002012-09-03T13:08:38.833-07:00False PrideOk, Scrabble is not my strong point. Sadly the only people I can beat without cheating are Kettie and my children. It’s alright; I have mad skills at many other games. So, I am not sure why today’s conversation with Ben was slightly disturbing.<br />
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Ben: “Hey Mom, how do you know “so and so”?<br />
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Me: I used to know her in an old ward. Why?<br />
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Ben: “I have been playing her Scrabble on my ipod”<br />
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Me: “What?”<br />
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Ben: “You said I could use your Facebook account to play scrabble with Grandma.”<br />
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Me “Seriously, how many of my random old friends from high school now believe I have a 5th grade vocabulary?”<br />
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Ben: “Uhhhhh, well right now it's just Dodi?”<br />
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It appears for the last couple YEARS Ben has been playing scrabble under my facebook account. In looking it up it appears he averages losing by around 200 points per game. So if you are one of the many secretly gloating over killing me you should know you suffer from false pride. I am sure I would win if I played you. Of course I might have to cheat.<br />
<br />Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13176618001781734942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592117059762376021.post-4674132264118042452012-08-30T20:24:00.000-07:002012-08-30T20:25:28.297-07:00Summer Vacation: Is that what we call it?I know it has been awhile. I have been slightly busy. Finding a new house, moving into a new house, leaving for vacation the day after we moved, going to Utah, Evanston, Denver, back to Evanston, back to Utah, back to Evanston and home and of course preparing for the “Ravalli county Fair.” Ha ha ha, o.k. not the last one. In fact, the religion known as the “Ravalli County Fair” is the reason my kids are still enjoying summer vacation. We can’t let something like education get in the way of a good deep fried Twinkie. <br />
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We also started football. Oh yes my friend, they are all just as crazy as ever. In fact, we need our own reality TV show. We would be famous because you know our line coach used to play for the Bobcats. <br />
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So now we are ready to get back into homework, schedules, and blogging. Well, after the fair.<br />
<br />Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13176618001781734942noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592117059762376021.post-60387540349060202532012-06-21T20:55:00.000-07:002012-06-21T20:57:50.980-07:00Didn't you read the syllabus?Dave is not a huge fan of texting. He particularly hates it when he is giving a lecture and sees someone plunking away on their cell phones. Yesterday, Dave was up in Missoula teaching Biology 280 when right in the middle of him saying something that I am sure was profound a cell phone went off. Not just a normal ring tone but an African like chant that sounded like IIyayayayayayayaya.<br />
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Dave: (speaking to himself.... don't get annoyed, they're just kids) <br />
Phone continues to ring<br />
15 minutes later..... Dave is sounding really smart when......IIyayayayayayayay<br />
Dave: (thinking.... Didn't they read the syllabus it clearly states no cell phones)<br />
20ish minutes later. I say 20ish because who can really judge time when you sitting in Biology 280 .......Iyayayayayayayaya<br />
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Dave really speaking this time. "Ok. seriously who's phone?,....." Then Dr. Revelli notices the annoying sound is coming from his own computer bag... "Sorry class, it appears that I picked up my son Nathan's annoying phone instead of mine."Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13176618001781734942noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592117059762376021.post-53836805187017250672012-06-13T14:56:00.000-07:002012-06-13T14:56:44.325-07:00Why are they wearing that? Fashion choices you see Daily in the Bitteroot.<br />
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1. Fishing Vests worn all day. They are not just for the river people.<br />
2. Camo can be worn everywhere from a nice concert to church.<br />
3. Our ice cream scooper girls don't wear cute red and white striped shirts. They where black "We'll work for Ammo" shirts.<br />
4. Hunter orange ( I have actually seen this at a baptism) Sadly, a few years ago I would not have known that obnoxious color of orange was called "Hunter Orange"<br />
5. Finally, today there was a woman wearing a spaghetti strainer on her head. (If any of you doubt me ask Sis. Harmon she saw her too) When I casually got in for a closer look while pretending interest in a book, I noticed she had pinned it into her hair. I waited outside the library because I truly wanted a picture but she never came out. Maybe she was getting a book on cool Fashions of the Bitteroot.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13176618001781734942noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592117059762376021.post-34271239820465431302012-06-07T20:54:00.002-07:002012-06-07T22:18:10.034-07:00Random Thoughts1. Hamilton is currently celebrating Mule Days. I don't think anyone even knows what that is but we just see all the signs around town and say, "Huh, it's Mule Days." Why is it that I live in a town that we celebrate Mules but no one mentions "National Donut Day"<br />
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2. McDonald's just had their re-opening after being closed for two months. I feel like this is a reason to celebrate because now there is one more place I can get ice-cream after 9:00p.m<br />
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3. Wild turkeys scare me. They don't belong in the middle of the road. They belong in plastic wrap in I.G.A.<br />
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4. Sliced hot dogs topped with mashed potatoes and cheese are one of those foods you have pleasant memories of as a child but don't carry over to adulthood. I know I tried these again tonight.<br />
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5. Jonny's picture was on the cover of our newspaper "The Ravalli Republic" again today. This is the second time we have made the cover photo. I used to think that was a big deal, but now I realize it is kind of standard in a town our size.<br />
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1. Someone said "heck" in the closing prayer. Can you say that in a prayer?<br />
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2. I asked where all the happy ducks were that I pass everyday. The family in my ward (who owns the ducks) said their grandpa ate them while they were out of town.<br />
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3. We have some crazy politics happening here. One candidate is suspected of releasing the other candidates horses. ( That is serious stuff)<br />
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Finally, I have invested in any item I might possibly need from our ward library. Trust me, it's better this way.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13176618001781734942noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592117059762376021.post-56750240159179157512012-05-05T19:28:00.003-07:002012-05-05T19:38:56.872-07:00Happy Cinco De Mayo First Grade!There are not a lot of Cinco De Mayo celebrations happening in Hamilton this weekend. So of course I hosted two of my own this weekend. The most important being Jonny's first grade class. It was going to be epic, Mexican Hot chocolate, crafts, games, nachos (If you can count the fake gas station nachos as real nachos) and of course Margarita's. Now I know what you are thinking, <br />
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You: "Jill, you have lost it. You can't serve Margarita's even non-alcoholic ones to Jonny's first grade class."<br />
Me: "Of course I wouldn't do that. I am calling them "Happy Fiesta Lime Drinks."<br />
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This was the plan until a very cute boy in Jonny's class name Jose raised his hand and said "hmmmmm, what are these? My parents have these and I think..."<br />
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As I was leaving later that day one of the secretaries stopped me in the hall and said. "Did you really give the first grade Margarita's?" I answered of course not, because officially they were "Happy Fiesta Lime Drinks."Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13176618001781734942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592117059762376021.post-48904297768443363462012-04-23T11:43:00.000-07:002012-04-23T11:43:01.167-07:00Parent Teacher ConferenceLast week (before I was hit with my crazy cold/ flu/whooping cough/Dave brought something home from the lab kind of sickness) I had Parent Teacher conference. This is usually where I hear of Ben's latest money making scheme. Ben's teacher started by asking?<br />
"So, how has Ben liked this school year?"<br />
Me: "Oh, he has loved it"<br />
Teacher: "Good, because I would hate to have him try to get me fired."<br />
I guess Ben's little escapade last year did not go unnoticed by the other teachers. <br />
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I learned from Jonny's teacher that he is very concerned with personal hygeinne. He came to her and said;<br />
Jonny: "sniff sniff Do my arm pitts smell like Tuna to you?<br />
Her: "uhhhh, no"<br />
Jonny: "Yea, I am feeling kind of soggy, I think I smell."<br />
Jonny's teacher ended her conference by saying how all the teachers have started writing down things Jonny says, so they can all read them. Apparently they all think he is hilarious. Yea, they all think that until the cute little kid tries to get you fired.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13176618001781734942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592117059762376021.post-38028455819091132202012-04-13T08:01:00.003-07:002012-04-13T09:20:22.097-07:005th grade...time for "The Talk"Due to the nature of the world today, we had " The Talk" with Ben years ago. Whenever I bring it up again Ben adamantly says, "No, no, no please don't say the S word, let's just call it <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">uhhh</span>... The Happy Dance of Spring."<br /><br />Last night Ben handed me a permission slip. I then cringed a little from the uncomfortable memory of 5<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> grade Health class. It was time for the talk. So, Dave and I did what all responsible parents do. We offered him 10 bucks if he raises his hand and tells the Teacher: "You have to wait until marriage for the Happy Dance of Spring" Knowing Ben as I do, my bet is he will be 10 dollars richer by the end of the day.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13176618001781734942noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592117059762376021.post-9882015195887989562012-04-10T11:03:00.006-07:002012-04-10T11:27:41.735-07:00Night games brings out the worst in meI just returned from a much needed trip to Evanston. We dyed eggs and played charades (Jenny and I count this as our super power.) We also had the Epic Egg Hunt of 2012. The great part of this trip was discovering that all the grand kids are now old enough to play night games. The bad part is I discovered my competitive side comes out during night games. (during charades there is no competition so it stays dormant. ha ha ha)<br /><br /><br />I found myself almost injuring my oldest son Nate as he scared me to death while jumping from the near-by back hoe.<br /><br />I crammed myself underneath a dump truck.<br /><br />I was covered in bites from some unknown insect while lying down in bushes.<br /><br />The worst was when I sent my 4 year old niece by herself into the darkness so she wouldn't give my hiding spot away. I know I am a horrible aunt. I think next year I will stick to charades.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWMZtllDJp_P7hZXF-Rv0pmZtd4DtB2xFFm6qz_0o9iR8v-osqU9ncrchw9SUfO72yowG_W40hssj2glWKX99oE9iaM-H33fLFVwjS1oqfLgJptVzAWuXz7w5woKpCwsSHZkW_ZtTDlVY/s1600/blog+pix.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729837456996215810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWMZtllDJp_P7hZXF-Rv0pmZtd4DtB2xFFm6qz_0o9iR8v-osqU9ncrchw9SUfO72yowG_W40hssj2glWKX99oE9iaM-H33fLFVwjS1oqfLgJptVzAWuXz7w5woKpCwsSHZkW_ZtTDlVY/s400/blog+pix.jpg" /></a> Jason also blessed his cute baby. Without Jason we would have 10 gransons and 3 grand daughters. Luckily Jason provided 4 girls by himself to even out our numbers. Here are all the girls except for Kyleigh. Kyleigh wasn't able to come because she feared I might injure her during nightgames )Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13176618001781734942noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592117059762376021.post-15406740311306804982012-03-22T21:06:00.010-07:002012-03-22T22:03:52.748-07:00"Your Killing me Smalls"Does anyone know what movie this famous one liner comes from? I think I say this way too much. Here are a few times this month when I have said "Your killing me..."<br /><br /><br />"Your killing me... Sarah"<br /><br /><br />Sarah has started coloring on every surface she can find. She has recently finger painted with: lipstick, deodorant,flour, sugar etc. This was the third time in one day she colored all over herself. .<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722944682999814082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFw56pew5BSETJjGEcs6YqBgr1ywlvFcRIVKlKm7r6GTgt6wMMTg4_9facIOv3CgOB5Qxp3XuCX5MJeY7aTPjuwqHaX6jSFQsr96yAB4sdsj86FKT3FmJGteeUno3r73hXZSwF-B76TWI/s400/IMG_5410.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>"Your killing me...random guy at Costco"</p><br /><br /><p>The day after Sarah had been punished numerous times for drawing on her hands and arms, the random door checker guy at Costco grabs her hand and draws a smiley face on it. She grabbed her hand back like she had been burned and yelled " no, no, no " to the poor Costco guy.</p><br /><br /><p>"Your killing me...Ben and Jon"</p><br /><br /><p>My two youngest sons are constantly asking for weird food. How come I don't have kids ask for chicken nuggets, and mac and cheese. No, they ask for Miso soup and Octopus for dinner. Dave always thinks these are great suggestions.</p><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722947032058557890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0LISA1GwxZRtO6rGFx5Kbz83yJVRYGV-ZTK0O-RQua7l4pNul8t9qSP-Xdz9mZAtIM2bm6y15oet3k3sv_PzeNVSez1BDZua5OIetZrWKLPR29xTv9AR5qBM7D7qFCzbfPY9hQanJni8/s400/IMG_5467.JPG" /></p><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722947024695352274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiua7RW7Xv4q-xiRVYjqFRHD47o1ONpZ0U6oCDNsx_T8MPYXrgBOrApbNKdXXDW_ZthjUlkxrduhjkMLtfeYsmiceG9p44ISYvpHH8Wy2khco7fSnGaVIqnaAJR4Y2tQSPUpyIzBmOZsdk/s400/IMG_5469.JPG" /></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p>"Your killing me... anonymous girl from my ward (ok. Blodgett now) I showed up kind of late, but it seriously looked like you were trying to take out my oldest child. </p><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722944704903638194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0tEG7nS561plOK-FAU5B6eUkwvg9rQqWcuy2TVl0ngMPNpq9PbdRFCAZPxWwmUQrxnojs9V29kucJro3Z9ZvgxUs6KQTZ3I0WE3YcyZ6n7jmkKZETrzdOYzktaH4IwrTqr0mjI59uTug/s400/IMG_5596.JPG" /></p><br /><br /><p>"Your killing me.....Dave"</p><br /><p>Dave has now censored two of my blogs. One about "Gollum." I have changed his/her name for the safety of all involved. The other about my happy field trip with two of my favorite people. Enough said.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722944695147449458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxOaY9tXdysCeFpaSgUMgOmXBBV_sxoMMiazE9QCKaXf8_SrtsBr0jxfmaY1D-aHlLolLJ9DpYoDrUxnPI6li6JFosUaT_aKcG2rw_vCEPy0MpCoXSq_z8lFA3yDcUvRYh600CXBypszQ/s400/IMG_5519.JPG" /></p><br /><br /><br /><p>I have passed my saying on to my children. Jonny had a play date earlier this week. He walked into their kitchen opened up their refrigerator and turned to Sister Appedaile. (our Primary President)</p><br /><br /><p>Jonny: Where are your cheese sticks?</p><br /><br /><p>Sis. Appedaile: Uhhhh, I don't have any cheese sticks.</p><br /><br /><p>Jonny: "Ugghh... Your killing me Heidi."</p><br /><br /><p><br /></p><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13176618001781734942noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592117059762376021.post-56860413285498974382012-03-09T20:58:00.004-08:002012-03-09T21:17:01.555-08:00Hey, I am smart too!Ben will not get any cookies the rest of the week. Every once in awhile he hints that Dave might be smarter than me. Now I know the whole PhD in some field that no one can pronounce sounds impressive on the outside but we all know better. Right? Yesterday, Ben and I were converting fractions. I know it's not bacterial <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">pathogenesis, </span>but whatever. I was trying to cover up the fact that I just couldn't remember how to do this when the following conversation took place.<br /><br />Ben: (watching me struggle.. "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Uhhh</span> Mom, maybe I should just wait to do homework until Dad gets home."<br />Me: ( I try not to lash out at poor Ben for the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">unintentional</span> slam.) "No, I just need to remember how to convert fractions to decimals and then back to fractions and times them."<br />Ben: "Maybe we should sign you up for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">IXL</span> math." (An online math program to help kids who are behind)<br /><br />Yea, I think that last one was an intentional slam. It's <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>, we will see who's smart when he doesn't get any cookies this week.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13176618001781734942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592117059762376021.post-30623279753530146672012-03-01T10:33:00.003-08:002012-03-01T11:05:37.298-08:00Action Shot!I do not have any pictures of Jonny making any shots, stealing the ball, or playing defense. I do however have many pictures of him celebrating.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy-U5iNX17dFxg9sta2rMnThCJrLwB6AHo8V7Vdp_BpXimM4hd1lPGYWPmTa0fM0UZQoBaRUfJ8G4t5LXf_F-bz98kkyjADMnSuAOv5bSaUkHGxbViIiubgCvJhdpkLLz25sExg6Z9AZU/s1600/baskeball+page.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715006473501575922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy-U5iNX17dFxg9sta2rMnThCJrLwB6AHo8V7Vdp_BpXimM4hd1lPGYWPmTa0fM0UZQoBaRUfJ8G4t5LXf_F-bz98kkyjADMnSuAOv5bSaUkHGxbViIiubgCvJhdpkLLz25sExg6Z9AZU/s400/baskeball+page.bmp" /></a> This is one of the more successful chest bumps.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13176618001781734942noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592117059762376021.post-84764819205904596442012-02-27T12:47:00.003-08:002012-02-27T13:23:42.829-08:00I want some kind of refund!There was an unwritten rule when Dave and I got married. First, I would teach the boys all about sports. Second, Dave in turn would handle all science fairs. So, you can understand my frustration. I have been doing nothing but Science Fair this week. Now, I understand that Dave had to travel to D.C. to present his own "Science Fair project." I can see how it would be stressful presenting it to the top science minds in the country, but seriously we had a deal. What's the point in marrying a science geek, if I still have to do the Science Fair.<br /><br />Tomorrow, Nate and Dave will both be presenting their projects. I was going to post a picture of both their posters and Dave said that was illegal and he could get banned from all "Science Fairs" for the next three years. Yeh, I guess I won't post a picture. Good luck to both my boys in the Science Fair tomorrow and next time the boys need help with a lay-up Dave is in charge. (or maybe not)Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13176618001781734942noreply@blogger.com1