I haven't been able to get online for a few days. It's amazing how busy life ends up being at times. I was grateful to get on tonight to catch up on my blog reading. I thought I'd even post something, since it's been such a while.
Imagine my surprise when I read a few friend's blogs and saw that I had been tagged! I decided I'd better do it now, or I'd forget. So, read on. I hope you enjoy my answers, just as I enjoyed theirs!
RULES~
1- Post the rules on your blog.
2- List 6 random things about yourself.
3- Tag 6 people at the end of your post.
4- Let each person know they have been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.
5- Let the tagger know when your entry is up.
Rule #1? Check.
Rule #2? Here goes...
1. I have two single sisters. One lives in the States and travels throughout the world quite frequently. The other is currently living out of the country. She also has an opportunity to travel a bit. They bring me gifts from their travels around the world. I love that! I love to travel; however, I am not in a position to do so at this time. So, I am even more grateful for the gifts they bring me from their travels. I feel like it gives me a taste of other places, even if I don't get to experience it for myself right now.
2. I love to read. I read voraciously. I usually read at least 2 books a week, sometimes more. I know I've been really, really busy if I haven't been able to finish a book in a week. I enjoy reading fiction mostly.
3. I'm auditioning for the role of Mrs. Potts in the Salt Lake Hunter Central Stake production of Disney's "Beauty and the Beast". I haven't been in a production since I was a senior in high school. I'm actually really, really nervous about the acting part of the audition because I was told as a freshman in high school that I am incapable of keeping the action moving along on stage. To quote, "Faster! Jump in with your line! Speak over the person who is speaking!" And then, after I delivered my lines: "That wasn't fast enough! Do it again!" I didn't get the role of Chava in "The Fiddler on the Roof" my junior year because the director remembered that and wouldn't give me another chance, even though the dance director and choral director were confident that I could pull it off and really fought for me. I expect that I've learned a few things over the years. Maybe I won't freeze up? We'll see.
4. I LOVE being a Girl Scout leader. I love the Girl Scout program. I love tailoring the program to fit the girls that are participating with us. I love seeing the girls join together and participating together and learning and growing together. I work very hard with the other leaders to make our troop meetings and activities fun and inviting. I want them to feel safe with me and with what we are doing. I attended a Leader Training day-long workshop thing (what do you call them?) and learned through an exercise there (an Aha! moment) that I have great memories of my experiences in Girl Scouts as a girl because I felt safe there. I wasn't asked to be a miniature adult. I was allowed to be a girl who was whatever age I was at the time. It was very, very hard for me to give up being a Girl Scout when I was 12 and in the 7th grade. I remember fighting my mom about it for a long time. I was very jealous of my friend who was able to continue. I wanted to be with her so badly! I'm very grateful that I get to be an adult leader and share my love for the program with other girls. I was so glad when Lyssa was born. I planned almost from day 1 to get involved with Girl Scouts with her. I'm glad that we get to play together in that way.
5. When my dad was getting ready to remarry, he called me to tell me about my stepmother-to-be and about her family. There are 5 children in my family -- 4 girls and 1 boy (in the middle). There are 5 children in her family -- 4 boys and 1 girl (in the middle). I reminded my dad that I had always wanted an older brother and asked, "How old is the oldest boy?" I was informed that I am STILL the oldest. Argh!!!!!
6. Growing up in Chicago meant that we made a lot of trips across the country to visit family in Utah and Idaho. It seemed to be that no matter where we went, my dad would find someone that he knew. Once, we had just crossed into Wyoming and stopped to get gas at the tiniest place just off the highway. My dad went in to pay for it, and didn't come back for a very long time. My mom was about to send one of us in to find out what was up, when he returned to the car. He had recognized the clerk inside as a person he had attended high school with. It started to be a family joke: "We can't take you anywhere!" In college, twice I was a member of a dance team that went to Europe. The second year, my sister and I were able to be roommates when we stayed with host families in Holland. While there, one of the guys on the team was excited because a person he had baptized to be a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, while serving a mission in Sweden (or Norway -- can't remember exactly), came to visit him. My sister and I started visiting with this guy and learned that he had family that lived in the Chicago area. As we visited more, we figured out that his aunt and our mom worked at the same company! I enjoyed having a story to tell my dad so that he could say back to me "We can't take you anywhere!"
Rule #3? I tag Lara, Alayna, Russell, Ryan, Heather, and Amy.
Rule #4? Will do.
Rule #5? Will do.
Thanks for reading my random thoughts. I hope you don't feel there was TMI!
~Bobi
Sunday, January 25, 2009
It's The Most Wonderful Time of the Year!
Everyone sing along now ...
It's the most wonderful time of the year.
With the girls cookie selling,
And each one asking you to "Please order now."
It's the most wonderful time of the year.
Wait. Is that how it goes? Nope. It's not. I just thought I'd have a little fun with the lyrics.
"The Most Wonderful Time of the Year" is different for each person. For me? I love the end of January because it's time once again to sell Girl Scout cookies! Lyssa is doing so, along with a lot of other girls. As a Girl Scout leader, I love talking with the girls about what they would like to do with the money they earn for the troop. It's always fun to hear them dream a bit and then to talk about how many boxes of cookies each would need to sell in order to accomplish that goal. A lot of times, they will change their minds when they understand exactly how many boxes they need to sell. It's a good exercise in goal-setting and then planning how to make that dream a reality. It's also fun to listen to them talk about what they can do with the money that they earn personally. Lyssa has determined that she wants to go to Girl Scout Camp again this summer. She is happy to sell cookies to help earn money for that adventure. And what an adventure it will be!
So, if you like Girl Scout cookies and would like to order some, just let me or Lyssa know. We'll be happy to take your order.
~Bobi
P.S. Debbie, you are on Lyssa's list to call! We haven't forgotten about you.
It's the most wonderful time of the year.
With the girls cookie selling,
And each one asking you to "Please order now."
It's the most wonderful time of the year.
Wait. Is that how it goes? Nope. It's not. I just thought I'd have a little fun with the lyrics.
"The Most Wonderful Time of the Year" is different for each person. For me? I love the end of January because it's time once again to sell Girl Scout cookies! Lyssa is doing so, along with a lot of other girls. As a Girl Scout leader, I love talking with the girls about what they would like to do with the money they earn for the troop. It's always fun to hear them dream a bit and then to talk about how many boxes of cookies each would need to sell in order to accomplish that goal. A lot of times, they will change their minds when they understand exactly how many boxes they need to sell. It's a good exercise in goal-setting and then planning how to make that dream a reality. It's also fun to listen to them talk about what they can do with the money that they earn personally. Lyssa has determined that she wants to go to Girl Scout Camp again this summer. She is happy to sell cookies to help earn money for that adventure. And what an adventure it will be!
So, if you like Girl Scout cookies and would like to order some, just let me or Lyssa know. We'll be happy to take your order.
~Bobi
P.S. Debbie, you are on Lyssa's list to call! We haven't forgotten about you.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Holiday Memories
I know, I know. The holidays are over and the kids are back in school. The decorations are down and put away. The smiles and memories are fading. And I have yet to update the blog!
Where has the time gone, you ask? Well, it has gone...I don't know where. However, it's gone and cannot be retrieved. So, I thought I would share some of the highlights of our holidays.
First, I would like to say thank you to everyone who sent Christmas cards and letters this year. I was amazed at the number of cards that arrived that were photos! It was so great to see how everyone is and to hear about everything going on in your lives. Thank you for sharing. Maybe I will get to that this year. . .
Second, I would like to say thank you to everyone who worked so hard to make our Christmas be a true miracle. We appreciate each and every one of you (you know who you are!). Thank you, from the bottom of our hearts.
Now, for the memories.
Adam has finally hit true teenager-hood. He knows how to sleep in past 7:30 a.m.!!!!!!! YEAH!!!!!! The drawback is that he seems to grow a smidge everytime he actually sleeps past 7:30 a.m. Hmmm. Not so fun for Brian! (Tee hee!)
On Christmas Eve, it was really fun to go to Grandma Maathuis' house to have the Christmas story read and then eat donuts and have hot chocolate. It was different to not have Grandpa with us (he passed away in September). Lyssa (finally!) got to be Santa's helper this year; she helped fill the stockings. She really enjoyed that. I was glad to still keep a few surprises back for her, though. That made Christmas morning even better.
Christmas morning, we had to wake Adam up at 8:30 AM (What?!?!?!?!?) to open presents. Ah, the injustice of it all! He was okay with it, though. He liked what he was given, so he felt it was worth it. Lyssa got what she wanted as well. We enjoyed relaxing and being together before heading to Grandpa and Grandma Taylor's for lunch and more presents. After a nice time with them, we headed out to Grandma Camp's for dinner and more presents! (Do you sense a theme here? Never-ending presents? Well, they did end...eventually.) We had gotten a new family game that morning and had taken it with us to try out. If you haven't heard of or seen Sorry! Sliders, I highly recommend the game. It's loads of fun.
For New Year's Eve, Adam had his two best friends (Ryan and Robby) and Lyssa had her bestest friend (Kelly) join us to go to First Night in downtown Salt Lake City. Brian and I volunteered for 2 hours while the kids went ice skating and got something to eat. While Brian and I got something to eat, the kids went to Temple Square. When we were done eating, we joined them and ended up seeing Jon Schmidt in concert at the Assembly Hall. We had really enjoyed his concert at Kingsbury Hall earlier in the month and enjoyed sharing that experience with the kids' friends.
When the concert was over, we decided to drive our cars to the top of the parking structure we had parked in so that we could see the fireworks display at midnight and then we'd head home. As Brian and I were driving up to the top, we were stopped because the fireworks were being shot from the parking structure we were in! Bummer. Adam and one of his friends had decided to run up the stairs to see if they could beat us to the top. A would-be police officer stopped them and threatened them with seeing the inside of a jail cell. I was annoyed, but the boys laughed it off. So, we drove around a bit and found a place to watch the fireworks from the comfort of our warm cars instead of standing outside freezing anymore. Then we returned home to toast to the New Year. We were able to spend the later afternoon and evening at Grandma Camp's again with the Maathuis relations. It was a very nice, laid-back afternoon and evening.
Lyssa and I enjoyed our girls afternoon with Aunt Robyn the day after. We always love it when she comes to town.
The rest of the time was spent relaxing and sleeping and being with friends and being together as a family. It was a much needed rest time for all of us. It's actually been a bit hard to jump right back into the regular schedule again. Especially since I got a pretty nasty cold from First Night and am still battling it. I am feeling better today, thank goodness! Hopefully, it will only be a week long instead of 10 days!
Even though we aren't very good about updating the blog and calling to see how each of you is, we love and appreciate each and every one of you. Thank you for being who you are, and for being our friends through all the trials of life. It definitely makes the journey easier.
Love,
Bobi
Where has the time gone, you ask? Well, it has gone...I don't know where. However, it's gone and cannot be retrieved. So, I thought I would share some of the highlights of our holidays.
First, I would like to say thank you to everyone who sent Christmas cards and letters this year. I was amazed at the number of cards that arrived that were photos! It was so great to see how everyone is and to hear about everything going on in your lives. Thank you for sharing. Maybe I will get to that this year. . .
Second, I would like to say thank you to everyone who worked so hard to make our Christmas be a true miracle. We appreciate each and every one of you (you know who you are!). Thank you, from the bottom of our hearts.
Now, for the memories.
Adam has finally hit true teenager-hood. He knows how to sleep in past 7:30 a.m.!!!!!!! YEAH!!!!!! The drawback is that he seems to grow a smidge everytime he actually sleeps past 7:30 a.m. Hmmm. Not so fun for Brian! (Tee hee!)
On Christmas Eve, it was really fun to go to Grandma Maathuis' house to have the Christmas story read and then eat donuts and have hot chocolate. It was different to not have Grandpa with us (he passed away in September). Lyssa (finally!) got to be Santa's helper this year; she helped fill the stockings. She really enjoyed that. I was glad to still keep a few surprises back for her, though. That made Christmas morning even better.
Christmas morning, we had to wake Adam up at 8:30 AM (What?!?!?!?!?) to open presents. Ah, the injustice of it all! He was okay with it, though. He liked what he was given, so he felt it was worth it. Lyssa got what she wanted as well. We enjoyed relaxing and being together before heading to Grandpa and Grandma Taylor's for lunch and more presents. After a nice time with them, we headed out to Grandma Camp's for dinner and more presents! (Do you sense a theme here? Never-ending presents? Well, they did end...eventually.) We had gotten a new family game that morning and had taken it with us to try out. If you haven't heard of or seen Sorry! Sliders, I highly recommend the game. It's loads of fun.
For New Year's Eve, Adam had his two best friends (Ryan and Robby) and Lyssa had her bestest friend (Kelly) join us to go to First Night in downtown Salt Lake City. Brian and I volunteered for 2 hours while the kids went ice skating and got something to eat. While Brian and I got something to eat, the kids went to Temple Square. When we were done eating, we joined them and ended up seeing Jon Schmidt in concert at the Assembly Hall. We had really enjoyed his concert at Kingsbury Hall earlier in the month and enjoyed sharing that experience with the kids' friends.
When the concert was over, we decided to drive our cars to the top of the parking structure we had parked in so that we could see the fireworks display at midnight and then we'd head home. As Brian and I were driving up to the top, we were stopped because the fireworks were being shot from the parking structure we were in! Bummer. Adam and one of his friends had decided to run up the stairs to see if they could beat us to the top. A would-be police officer stopped them and threatened them with seeing the inside of a jail cell. I was annoyed, but the boys laughed it off. So, we drove around a bit and found a place to watch the fireworks from the comfort of our warm cars instead of standing outside freezing anymore. Then we returned home to toast to the New Year. We were able to spend the later afternoon and evening at Grandma Camp's again with the Maathuis relations. It was a very nice, laid-back afternoon and evening.
Lyssa and I enjoyed our girls afternoon with Aunt Robyn the day after. We always love it when she comes to town.
The rest of the time was spent relaxing and sleeping and being with friends and being together as a family. It was a much needed rest time for all of us. It's actually been a bit hard to jump right back into the regular schedule again. Especially since I got a pretty nasty cold from First Night and am still battling it. I am feeling better today, thank goodness! Hopefully, it will only be a week long instead of 10 days!
Even though we aren't very good about updating the blog and calling to see how each of you is, we love and appreciate each and every one of you. Thank you for being who you are, and for being our friends through all the trials of life. It definitely makes the journey easier.
Love,
Bobi
Monday, December 15, 2008
The Great and Dreadful Day Has Arrived!
This Post is by Brian:
On Friday night, Adam and scouts left for a winter camp-out. At about 1:40 AM, I received a call on our home phone, which was right next to my head on the nightstand. Awaking from my "long winters nap", I heard a familiar voice say "Dad, we got picked up by the police, I am coming home". Well, I started to wonder who was calling me, potentially asking for some bail money, or asking me to leave my warm comfortable bed to brave the cold and snow to get him. Gathering my senses about myself and recognizing the voice as my own son, I asked him to repeat what he said. He then repeated "We got kicked out by the police and I am coming home. Well, seems that the camp ground that the scouts (and I) had used just a few short months before for a similar camp, was now closed for the season. The police had been traveling up the canyon and saw the fire and asked the scouts to leave. Adam and the other scouts had gone to bed earlier but the adults were still up. They picked up all their gear and left. Bobi and I were both relieved because it was supposed to snow several inches up the canyons that night and we were glad to have our little boy home with us. Which brings up the next morning. . . . .
Then early in the morning - Saturday morning - There was weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth as Adam awoke and came downstairs. See the long awaited great and dreadful day has arrived. Great for Adam. Dreadful for me. When he came downstairs to say good morning to Bobi and I, there was something different about him. Our "little boy" seemed a bit taller. This day came many months ago for Bobi, and I had just been waiting for the day when he. . . well HE'S TALLER THAN ME. OK I SAID IT!!!! Uuugh! I will never hear the end of this. The last few days have been filled with "Hey there little man" comments and "Your bald spot is getting bigger dad". It is not enough that he is taller than me, he just can't allow it to be enough. He has to rub it in every chance he gets. I still have some power over him though as I can still beat him in wrestling and I can still exercise my fatherly powers over him.
On Sunday, we were singing "Away in a Manger" and I remembered a few short 14 years ago, holding this now towering (towering may be an exageration as I am only 5'4" but anything taller than me is towering!) young man in my arms thinking about the Christmas Season and the Christ child. What a wonderful young man he has become. I love him and honor him in so many ways. Yes, even when he was shorter than me, I looked up to him as he gave me such wise counsel even at his young age.
Not to leave Lyssa out of this, she and I have started saying to each other as she leaves for school "Remember who you are!" This simple statement reminds us of where we came from and who we can become even as life's storms get us down and discouraged. Lyssa is much like me. She has a difficult time doing what she knows she should, but most often gets the job done anyway. Much of the time, we both wish things could be different. We take our eyes off the goal and this causes much greater stress in our lives that needs be. Lyssa has an uncanny ability to make me laugh and be joyful.
This Christmas Season, I have so much to be joyful for. My family is one of those great joys. That joy is magnified because they love God, as I love God. We cherish our times together, just being together. Adam and Lyssa love each other and it shows in the way they treat each other.
Many people have blessed our lives during this struggle of unemployment that I have been through. I thank each of you for your thoughts and prayers. I am sure that I could not have made it through without your thoughtful kindness and words of encouragement. I am stronger for this experience, I would not desire to go through it again, but I am stronger. I just got finished reading a most wonderful book written by Glenn Beck called "The Christmas Sweater". I recommend it for anyone and everyone as it has a lesson that we can all draw from. I wish you all a wonderful Christmas. I hope all finds you well. I love each and everyone of you in so many ways. Your friendship is a treasure to me.
Love
Bri.
On Friday night, Adam and scouts left for a winter camp-out. At about 1:40 AM, I received a call on our home phone, which was right next to my head on the nightstand. Awaking from my "long winters nap", I heard a familiar voice say "Dad, we got picked up by the police, I am coming home". Well, I started to wonder who was calling me, potentially asking for some bail money, or asking me to leave my warm comfortable bed to brave the cold and snow to get him. Gathering my senses about myself and recognizing the voice as my own son, I asked him to repeat what he said. He then repeated "We got kicked out by the police and I am coming home. Well, seems that the camp ground that the scouts (and I) had used just a few short months before for a similar camp, was now closed for the season. The police had been traveling up the canyon and saw the fire and asked the scouts to leave. Adam and the other scouts had gone to bed earlier but the adults were still up. They picked up all their gear and left. Bobi and I were both relieved because it was supposed to snow several inches up the canyons that night and we were glad to have our little boy home with us. Which brings up the next morning. . . . .
Then early in the morning - Saturday morning - There was weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth as Adam awoke and came downstairs. See the long awaited great and dreadful day has arrived. Great for Adam. Dreadful for me. When he came downstairs to say good morning to Bobi and I, there was something different about him. Our "little boy" seemed a bit taller. This day came many months ago for Bobi, and I had just been waiting for the day when he. . . well HE'S TALLER THAN ME. OK I SAID IT!!!! Uuugh! I will never hear the end of this. The last few days have been filled with "Hey there little man" comments and "Your bald spot is getting bigger dad". It is not enough that he is taller than me, he just can't allow it to be enough. He has to rub it in every chance he gets. I still have some power over him though as I can still beat him in wrestling and I can still exercise my fatherly powers over him.
On Sunday, we were singing "Away in a Manger" and I remembered a few short 14 years ago, holding this now towering (towering may be an exageration as I am only 5'4" but anything taller than me is towering!) young man in my arms thinking about the Christmas Season and the Christ child. What a wonderful young man he has become. I love him and honor him in so many ways. Yes, even when he was shorter than me, I looked up to him as he gave me such wise counsel even at his young age.
Not to leave Lyssa out of this, she and I have started saying to each other as she leaves for school "Remember who you are!" This simple statement reminds us of where we came from and who we can become even as life's storms get us down and discouraged. Lyssa is much like me. She has a difficult time doing what she knows she should, but most often gets the job done anyway. Much of the time, we both wish things could be different. We take our eyes off the goal and this causes much greater stress in our lives that needs be. Lyssa has an uncanny ability to make me laugh and be joyful.
This Christmas Season, I have so much to be joyful for. My family is one of those great joys. That joy is magnified because they love God, as I love God. We cherish our times together, just being together. Adam and Lyssa love each other and it shows in the way they treat each other.
Many people have blessed our lives during this struggle of unemployment that I have been through. I thank each of you for your thoughts and prayers. I am sure that I could not have made it through without your thoughtful kindness and words of encouragement. I am stronger for this experience, I would not desire to go through it again, but I am stronger. I just got finished reading a most wonderful book written by Glenn Beck called "The Christmas Sweater". I recommend it for anyone and everyone as it has a lesson that we can all draw from. I wish you all a wonderful Christmas. I hope all finds you well. I love each and everyone of you in so many ways. Your friendship is a treasure to me.
Love
Bri.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Christmas Is For Concerts
Today is Thursday. The last 3 nights, we have had the opportunity to attend 3 concerts (1 each night, in case you were wondering) to see Adam perform with his school Jazz Band and Concert Band and Orchestra. He plays the piano in Jazz Band and Concert Band and plays the string bass in Orchestra. He has learned and practiced and become a great piano player. His teacher/conductor even commented on how much he has improved. It was a great thing to see him up there, performing.
Next week, Big Buddha, from Fox 13 News -- Utah, is coming to Lyssa's school because they won "Cool School of the Week". The band and orchestra will be performing. Lyssa has strict instructions to be there no later than 7:15 a.m. so that the band can get warmed up and play through their songs before perfoming on television. She can hardly wait! She is learning good things on the flute and enjoying her band experience. She and a friend are playing a duet of "Simple Gifts" for their concert later that day. She is doing so well with both her instruments. She is looking forward to signing up for band next year in junior high. We've been talking about how she could audition for the Granite Youth Symphony with the violin next year. Adam tells her that she is good enough to make it. I tell her that she could perform in a group that her grandma performed in when she was younger. She thinks that's pretty cool. I don't know if she'll go through with it; however, it's a good thing to consider.
This weekend, we will be going to see Jon Schmidt in concert. We saw some of his show last year, and loved it. We are looking forward to it.
Next week, Lyssa will be performing with the band and singing with her grade on a program that the students put on for the parents. This will be her last one! She's looking forward to the performing part of it all.
Why am I writing about all of these performances? When I was growing up, I was in bands, choirs, plays, musicals, etc. etc. I was always very busy in November and December, performing. There were the "end of semester" concerts for the band and choir. There was the dance performance in November. There were additional performances with Madrigals, an "elite" singing group. I sang, I accompanied, I played the flute and bassoon, I danced. It was all so fun! I really looked forward to the holidays because we started working on our Christmas songs at the beginning of October. Instead of being sick of the music, and wishing everything was over and done with, I looked forward to it all. I loved performing what we had worked so hard on. I loved sharing the spirit of the season with the audiences who came to see us perform. I loved the whirlwind. It made me appreciate when everything stopped so much more.
This year, the same thing is happening. This time, though, my crazyness is from planning and executing Christmas parties for several of the hats that I wear and a piano recital and watching my beautiful children share their burgeoning talents.
Isn't it great?
~Bobi
Next week, Big Buddha, from Fox 13 News -- Utah, is coming to Lyssa's school because they won "Cool School of the Week". The band and orchestra will be performing. Lyssa has strict instructions to be there no later than 7:15 a.m. so that the band can get warmed up and play through their songs before perfoming on television. She can hardly wait! She is learning good things on the flute and enjoying her band experience. She and a friend are playing a duet of "Simple Gifts" for their concert later that day. She is doing so well with both her instruments. She is looking forward to signing up for band next year in junior high. We've been talking about how she could audition for the Granite Youth Symphony with the violin next year. Adam tells her that she is good enough to make it. I tell her that she could perform in a group that her grandma performed in when she was younger. She thinks that's pretty cool. I don't know if she'll go through with it; however, it's a good thing to consider.
This weekend, we will be going to see Jon Schmidt in concert. We saw some of his show last year, and loved it. We are looking forward to it.
Next week, Lyssa will be performing with the band and singing with her grade on a program that the students put on for the parents. This will be her last one! She's looking forward to the performing part of it all.
Why am I writing about all of these performances? When I was growing up, I was in bands, choirs, plays, musicals, etc. etc. I was always very busy in November and December, performing. There were the "end of semester" concerts for the band and choir. There was the dance performance in November. There were additional performances with Madrigals, an "elite" singing group. I sang, I accompanied, I played the flute and bassoon, I danced. It was all so fun! I really looked forward to the holidays because we started working on our Christmas songs at the beginning of October. Instead of being sick of the music, and wishing everything was over and done with, I looked forward to it all. I loved performing what we had worked so hard on. I loved sharing the spirit of the season with the audiences who came to see us perform. I loved the whirlwind. It made me appreciate when everything stopped so much more.
This year, the same thing is happening. This time, though, my crazyness is from planning and executing Christmas parties for several of the hats that I wear and a piano recital and watching my beautiful children share their burgeoning talents.
Isn't it great?
~Bobi
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
It's A Small World . . .
A history lesson.
I am the oldest of 5 children. I have one brother, who is divorced and currently living with my mom. He has been dating quite regularly, looking for "the One". It appears that he has found her. They got engaged last week and will be getting married very soon.
We have been living in our home for just over 11 years now. Last year, a new family moved into a home on our street. Very nice people. They moved here from Arkansas (or Alabama? I have a hard time keeping it straight.)
What does that have to do with my brother getting engaged? Stay with me now . . .
For my mom's birthday this year, I invited her and other family members to our home to enjoy Aebelskivers. My brother was one of those who joined us. During the meal, he asked Adam,"Do you go to school with so-and-so?" Adam said no, because he doesn't. (The person in question attends a different school than Adam.) I said, "But you know him. He lives across the street from us and is in our ward (congregation) ." My brother said, "Well, I'm dating his aunt."
That is who he is going to marry.
Get it?
Congratulations, Jon and Teri!
~Bobi
I am the oldest of 5 children. I have one brother, who is divorced and currently living with my mom. He has been dating quite regularly, looking for "the One". It appears that he has found her. They got engaged last week and will be getting married very soon.
We have been living in our home for just over 11 years now. Last year, a new family moved into a home on our street. Very nice people. They moved here from Arkansas (or Alabama? I have a hard time keeping it straight.)
What does that have to do with my brother getting engaged? Stay with me now . . .
For my mom's birthday this year, I invited her and other family members to our home to enjoy Aebelskivers. My brother was one of those who joined us. During the meal, he asked Adam,"Do you go to school with so-and-so?" Adam said no, because he doesn't. (The person in question attends a different school than Adam.) I said, "But you know him. He lives across the street from us and is in our ward (congregation) ." My brother said, "Well, I'm dating his aunt."
That is who he is going to marry.
Get it?
Congratulations, Jon and Teri!
~Bobi
Monday, November 24, 2008
He's How Old?
So, Adam's birthday was yesterday. It's amazing to me how quickly the time goes. He's 14 now. It seems almost "like yesterday" that he was born and Brian and I were figuring out how to be parents. We had been married several years before Adam joined us, so we thought we knew each other pretty well. Were we in for a surprise! Life changes completely when you have a child. Crazy!
We're so glad for the kind of young man he is. He is very stalwart and sober and kind and talented and fun to be around and a good friend. He was ordained to the office of Teacher in the Aaronic Priesthood yesterday by Brian. It was so great to see that happen. It was especially good to have Grandpa Taylor there as well as almost all of his Young Men leaders in the circle. Brian and I are so grateful for good men who serve and teach and guide all of the young men in our ward, especially Adam.
~Bobi
P.S. Now that both Brian and I have decided to make blog entries, we thought we would copy some other friends that share a blog (Thanks, Maeve and Chris!). My entries will be in one kind of type and Brian's will be in another -- like mine is straight and his is italicized or mine is in one color and his is in another. We haven't decided which will be which, so watch for more updates!
We're so glad for the kind of young man he is. He is very stalwart and sober and kind and talented and fun to be around and a good friend. He was ordained to the office of Teacher in the Aaronic Priesthood yesterday by Brian. It was so great to see that happen. It was especially good to have Grandpa Taylor there as well as almost all of his Young Men leaders in the circle. Brian and I are so grateful for good men who serve and teach and guide all of the young men in our ward, especially Adam.
~Bobi
P.S. Now that both Brian and I have decided to make blog entries, we thought we would copy some other friends that share a blog (Thanks, Maeve and Chris!). My entries will be in one kind of type and Brian's will be in another -- like mine is straight and his is italicized or mine is in one color and his is in another. We haven't decided which will be which, so watch for more updates!
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