tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82317816955498355722024-03-13T08:57:13.943-07:00Welcome to the Zoo...!amy johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12082655400814768531noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8231781695549835572.post-86003288022264529552009-03-19T21:17:00.000-07:002009-03-19T21:26:55.002-07:00dinner conversationThis was one of our dinner conversations tonight:<br /><br />Hannah: Smoking is bad for your body.<br />Dad: Who taught you that?<br />Hannah: Mom. <br />Dad: Oh.<br />Hannah: Sydney and I saw a man smoking at the church.<br />Dad: At the church?<br />Hannah: He was outside the church.<br />Dad: At the church??<br />Hannah: He was smoking in his car.<br />Dad: At the church???<br />Hannah: He was by himself smoking in his car.<br />Dad: At the church???<br />Hannah: HE WAS DRIVING BY THE CHURCH!!<br />Dad: oh. <br /><br /><strong>Conversation #2<br /></strong><br />Megan: Watch what I can do....<br />Hannah: Well watch what I can do.....<br />Mom: Can you do this?....<br />Dad: (after he couldn't do it) Girls, your mother is crazy.amy johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12082655400814768531noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8231781695549835572.post-21389102554964441372009-03-11T21:21:00.000-07:002009-03-11T22:06:02.450-07:00Well, I am always saying that I don't have time to maintain my blog - but - if my friends who have 6 kids, their own business, church callings & "extra-curricular activities"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlYkKnqZp7sFNmcBCbXS1FtRz9a8-duL4XkvrEvHxsjbjVHP1uvbjwgS31Kd9F2rV0SXmuxXnIpfANLcfqCYCTH4LEkZHQqO0rqbDomGPiLft8sHqIenjexnoWxRjSC_fHLEgWBkztKIs/s1600-h/100_1533.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312153669204083426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlYkKnqZp7sFNmcBCbXS1FtRz9a8-duL4XkvrEvHxsjbjVHP1uvbjwgS31Kd9F2rV0SXmuxXnIpfANLcfqCYCTH4LEkZHQqO0rqbDomGPiLft8sHqIenjexnoWxRjSC_fHLEgWBkztKIs/s400/100_1533.jpg" border="0" /></a> can do it, SO CAN I!!<br />These pics are from Christmas - I haven't uploaded any more recent. <br /><br /><br />Lets see, since my last Blog....I had TWINS! Mary Ann: 6 lbs, 9 oz & Michael Jr.:5 lbs 1 oz. <br />They are such good babies....I would have preferred them come one at a time, but that being said, they are good babies. <br />Some days I feel like I am totally on top of everything - the laundry is done, the bathrooms cleaned. Then the next day is total chaos and I can't remember my own name or the names of my children.<br /><br />I have been <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">surprised</span> lately by the trials of others. People that I know are fighting cancer, divorcing, facing gambling or pornography problems, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">bankruptcy</span>, grieving the loss of a loved one, etc... When I think of these people I ache for them, and almost feel guilty about the blessings that I have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">received</span>. I know that I will need to endure my share of trials, but the trials of others seem so much greater than mine. They seem so much stronger than I could ever be. I admire them. <br /><br />"Mom....Im ready for church!"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaLFSb50uVA4bWFRyZV5Uv5tXCOSCueCtzkdqu0IVf1ERb8c-0qU-qBnLcSwjqQ0AG-cf6kn1IDz1KTsjv1uXNyx0WHMbfKkDuuuvD7yzadoZuXqGj6q0rF7r3EMSY2Tp4003BeCl_7ho/s1600-h/100_1522.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312153664656344322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaLFSb50uVA4bWFRyZV5Uv5tXCOSCueCtzkdqu0IVf1ERb8c-0qU-qBnLcSwjqQ0AG-cf6kn1IDz1KTsjv1uXNyx0WHMbfKkDuuuvD7yzadoZuXqGj6q0rF7r3EMSY2Tp4003BeCl_7ho/s400/100_1522.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6D977CJFqWqtY18jBT4gV2NJMjWNAfmXQ2caoQzsTp4hd_My2xR0h5qyL7_-p8Lc1rM_r3dIynVG1qWYna8Bu41tJzkrnCpFpVg4lRUWs5wI5Q0YOuY5WjKGHTXx2T64q1AK3CY6Xb8g/s1600-h/100_1510.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312153657444353522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6D977CJFqWqtY18jBT4gV2NJMjWNAfmXQ2caoQzsTp4hd_My2xR0h5qyL7_-p8Lc1rM_r3dIynVG1qWYna8Bu41tJzkrnCpFpVg4lRUWs5wI5Q0YOuY5WjKGHTXx2T64q1AK3CY6Xb8g/s400/100_1510.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Kd54fwDRqAXlHQHdphWMPCkpP3oqV7DcGmH6Ui9_zvAbyQvbB1vEqVUkXXK-C0TnL6Lp6GnpfJ3eZp4pX6ARdNZaQJ2J2mJeXMANt7U1ezxWxyAcUW9JI_4yDUfPmedr9ywHNPZwO2c/s1600-h/100_1513.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>amy johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12082655400814768531noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8231781695549835572.post-16718028707705209002008-08-07T08:31:00.000-07:002008-08-07T08:37:43.614-07:00short postWell, my life is starting to feel normal again. I closed my show (and got to take my fabulous costume home - yes!), Im sending my voice students off to college, and little Karly is starting to feel more like a member of the family. Now all I need is to be released from teaching Primary, and I will be totally home free.amy johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12082655400814768531noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8231781695549835572.post-70200790512229035352008-07-18T13:24:00.000-07:002008-07-18T13:45:24.931-07:00KarlyWhat a crazy few weeks this has been. Ive been rehearsing like crazy for the Pamplin show, which is going really well. We opened last week. Its so embarrasing to move on spindly 4" heels while pregnant. Somehow I feel so silly on stage. <br /><br />Then, we had our foster daughter, Karly, move in. She is a darling and has adjusted really well, so it seems. Hannah and Megan are also doing really well. I think that I am the only one who is struggling. Somehow I am mourning the loss of our old "family"...the way things were and how we did things and the dynamic in our home. Im having a hard time not showing favoritism to my own girls, getting annoyed easily...everything! I have to say that I pray about every 5 min., and I am improving!!! I know that as more time passes, I will do better. This experience has really brought out my faults, and I have to say that I am glad because now I can work on becoming a more kind and loving person <br /><br />Also, Karly is African American, and doing her hair is a challenge. Its getting better though. Today we did 4 pony tails...maybe we'll do 6 tomorrow. I haven't attempted the braids & beads yet. I feel so bad pulling her hair as I try to get the knots out, but she seems to have a really tough head!<br /><br />My pregnancy is going good. Of course it has its ups and downs. I feel really good most of the time, but I am not gaining any weight. I haven't even reached my pre-pregnancy weight yet. Its hard to gain weight when all you want to eat is nectarines and watermelon. Last night all I wanted was a bowl of watermelon - which I had. 2 min later I threw up the watermelon so violently that I had to throw away the magazines in the bathroom because they got wet. gross. Michael closed the windows to "save" the neighbors, he said. <br /><br />The girls and I have really been having a great time this summer. We go to the park every day, we see the free movies on Tues or Wed. We play in the hose. My tan lines are horrible. I haven't been teaching as much, and boy what a difference that makes! I love having that extra time to make dinner, or whatever.amy johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12082655400814768531noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8231781695549835572.post-21325109267504588272008-06-23T21:37:00.001-07:002008-06-23T21:52:29.286-07:00TravelogueThis has been a great few weeks. We had a fabulous family vacation at Great Wolf Lodge - we forgot our camera so sorry, no pics. We loved hanging out with the Hirschis for 3 days! <br /><br />Leslie and I went to see a great show called "The Last 5 Years". The music is FABULOUS! Dale did a great job as "Jamie" but the girl wasn't so great. Too young maybe...or maybe Im just getting old and cynical. <br /><br />We found out we are having a boy and a girl! Greg Templeman wanted to know if they were identical.....he was totally serious. <br /><br />I took a hike with my girls at Silver Falls. Neither of them wanted to ride in the stroller so I was trying to navigate 2 babies while pushing a double stroller (that pulls to the left) on the narrow path. Not the best idea i've ever had. <br /><br />This morning we went to pick strawberries. My girls loved it - they immedietly took off their shoes and ran until they were exausted. Megan was covered in strawberries - it looked like she was bloody. We got alot of looks when we went to Taco Del Mar afterward for lunch. <br /><br />Right now we are dealing with behavior issues with the girls. They have a hard time being obedient. The worst is when they are playing outside with friends and it is time to come inside. They WILL NOT COME! I literally have to pick them up kicking and screaming and bring them into the house. On Sunday, Michael took the girls for a bike ride to a friends house and when it was time to leave, the same thing happened, only Hannah yelled out to her friends: Help me! It is so embarrasing. Anyone have ideas? <br /><br />I started rehearsals for my next show. We are having rehearsals at the directors house which is great because he always has food and drinks. Much better than a rehearsal studio. <br /><br />I sang at a wedding on Saturday. The bride wore TEAL. It was a little shocking. Do you have to be a virgin to wear white? Is teal the next option? The wedding started 30 min late because the groom had an allergy attack and his face swelled up so he looked like "the son of satan" (direct quote). <br /><br />Tomorrow I think we'll go to the library....really exciting!amy johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12082655400814768531noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8231781695549835572.post-39737921147313199042008-06-03T21:57:00.001-07:002008-06-03T22:08:44.404-07:00I'm BAAAAACK!Im such a looser - I haven't blogged in SOOOOO long. Its just that I would rather go to bed. I am also a loser because I just turned to Michael and asked him how old I was. I honestly could not remember. <br /><br />Lets see - what have I missed since Ive been away? Oh ya! We're expecting TWINS. We won't know the sex until later this month. <br /><br />Megan and Hannah are now sharing a room. Bedtime used to be so easy - in bed at 7:00 and asleep at 7:15. Now it is in bed by 8:00, asleep by 9:15. It will get better. It has to get better or Im going to go crazy. <br /><br />Megan's potty training has begun! So far we have had no success, but she sure is cute in her "My Little Pony" panties. Hannah loves to show her exactly how to use the potty, but then once Megan climbs on, Hannah turns off the light, closes the bathroom door and makes monster noises. Megan gets scared and starts to scream. I wonder why we have had no success.....<br /><br />Its embarassing that I can't think of anything else to say. I will try to post pics of the Pony Panties next time.amy johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12082655400814768531noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8231781695549835572.post-36381639095246221722008-02-21T20:37:00.000-08:002008-12-09T23:50:02.337-08:00The love of my lifeCassie, you da bomb! <br /><br />Ive been tagged my my good friend Cassie. Here are the intimate details on my marriage...hah!<br /><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYqfWG3rMULYZVrQdB5adbXAF2g2NHTUW14Atc8PBg2TI9nig8-JWiOJX8EjMK_AxU5HznwgjDAohPzvyaj0mtWajg5itybowCan9oD74AMEaWwXOtl5nOvY-KwA9oYQlVwT2PQQSrF6g/s1600-h/img012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169662336687706370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="383" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYqfWG3rMULYZVrQdB5adbXAF2g2NHTUW14Atc8PBg2TI9nig8-JWiOJX8EjMK_AxU5HznwgjDAohPzvyaj0mtWajg5itybowCan9oD74AMEaWwXOtl5nOvY-KwA9oYQlVwT2PQQSrF6g/s400/img012.jpg" width="272" border="0" /></a><strong>THE LOVE OF MY LIFE</strong></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Whats his name? Michael Aaron Halliday</div><br /><br /><div>How old are you? 32</div><br /><br /><div>Who said "I love you" first? Who knows. Probably me...im like that. </div><br /><br /><div>How long did you date? Tooooo long! Lets see...on and off in high school (my fault)..I should add I was his first date. Then 2 years after his mission. Man! I couldn't get that guy to marry me!</div><div> </div><br /><div>How old is he? 32</div><br /><br /><div>Who can sing better? ....what was the question?</div><br /><div> </div><div>Who is smarter? He is. He has a lot of common sense, which I don't really have. Plus, he made it thru law school hardly studying. I barely made it thru music school, and I studied all the time. </div><br /><br />Who does the laundry? Mostly me, but if he sees Im slacking, he'll do it.<br /><br /><div>Who does the dishes? We both do.<br /></div><div>What are his guilty pleasures? Guilty???? um... sports maybe? He loves to play basketball (3X a week!). He loves to watch TV. He loves cartoons. His favorite is Looney Toons. Also, he LOVES chocolate caramel shakes - made by him.</div><br /><br /><div>Who sleeps on the right? He does - unless he is saying his prayers on my side of the bed, then I snuggle into his side, and he hates getting into a warm bed so I just stay there. <br /><br /></div><div>Who mows the lawn? I do....well, we both do. </div><br /><br /><div>Besides you, who's his best friend? He has so many good friends. Hes that kind of a guy. but I would say: Bub, Dana, Richard, Scott, Rudi, Dave & Dave</div><br /><div>Who cooks dinner? Who ever. Usually me, but when im working than its up to him. <br /><br /></div><div>Who drives?He does, he dispises my driving.</div><br /><div>Whos more stubborn? He is</div><br /><div>Who kissed who first? I think he kissed me, but Im sure that I gave every hint...</div><br /><br /><div>Who asked who out first? He asked me to "Ides of March"...I think thats what it was called. Cassie told him I would say yes (thanks cas).</div><br /><br /><div>What was your first date? A school dance. We wore matching GUESS shirts. I think I had a piano recital that night, so he also went to that. boring.<br /><br /></div><div>Who proposed? He did..finally!</div><br /><br /><div>Who has more siblings?I do. I have 5 he has 3.</div><br /><br /><div>Who wears the pants? I just asked michael his answer for this question and he said..." We both have a pair". hilarious!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju34yvA6pJo4bU_tGfkFrUnIuoixge7oHMkWujBB-qTakBkU3ac_p-pJeXC8unjUOexyp3cYb9YIw_EI3FTmPfACb3en0YvobELrOIOP-hXSOk78UPMHqz04zIgjuUx5trZvferGqatxU/s1600-h/img014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169662173478949106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju34yvA6pJo4bU_tGfkFrUnIuoixge7oHMkWujBB-qTakBkU3ac_p-pJeXC8unjUOexyp3cYb9YIw_EI3FTmPfACb3en0YvobELrOIOP-hXSOk78UPMHqz04zIgjuUx5trZvferGqatxU/s400/img014.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>What is your favorite thing about him? Oh Geez... this sounds corney, but everything! He is so much fun, he is so thoughtful. A great father! A great husband! Great in the Sack! He calms me and makes me laugh. He is supportive. He works hard in all he does and always is successful. He looks good in anything he wears. He's a great cook, great singer, great athlete... He just makes me so happy all the time. Ours is a happy home - no fighting or complaning, just fun!</div><div>He completes me. </div><div> </div><div>I love ya babe!<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhquoKJ0Muxk__f3CqCydOBqdh_WMXlM0Hqe0ri3HljqhNGvO-oJEfN_TTmlo3WPJMtkNFgNXA4H0JWo0hH6penc_aT7J8JjuXUa8wHtaeicUacJD9xRxtUuQ9aXnGjQFfaZb2p-A8NjyI/s1600-h/wedding+pic.jpg"></a><br /><br />I NOW TAG THE BOOKCLUB!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW-2lXvTVbSiSiDTaTjwXFbURPnHvlNu8en6ApHIiAIgZPn5vNJLuGjWKVDud6XTe7petST8NWp-wrTQeI9X6RFPG6cfuhZkxIohj3OFH3dlpiG7FbUtR5-e4x6LXIFoYHa65gD2ysA3o/s1600-h/100_0766.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div> </div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div>amy johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12082655400814768531noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8231781695549835572.post-77637045887036850132008-02-07T20:30:00.000-08:002008-12-09T23:50:02.603-08:00Ummm...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYXiUjGwO9YXjciAzW8v9pkLQnhANL-_IJPlwm3seLifacvBisC9ocbLZZx7cH1Bs-SPtt4F1Im9CpQybDwqMmKFSUBSnopXtA6XpRGyw2ZVQ23l-rXNwprVT4sdrF31eTS2kWRNy6f5g/s1600-h/jesus.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164467588353156914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYXiUjGwO9YXjciAzW8v9pkLQnhANL-_IJPlwm3seLifacvBisC9ocbLZZx7cH1Bs-SPtt4F1Im9CpQybDwqMmKFSUBSnopXtA6XpRGyw2ZVQ23l-rXNwprVT4sdrF31eTS2kWRNy6f5g/s400/jesus.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Well, I find that I don't blog because I don't have anything to say. Life just kind of goes on, ya know? Lets see... yesterday was our 9th anniversary. Its funny that I can't remember life without Michael. It seems that we have always been in love and we always will be. He bought me the most beautiful picture of Christ (shown to the left). We have talked about getting it for a long time, but he finally bit the bullet. I asked him why he decided to do it, and he said "I just thought it was important". We put it above our fireplace and it is amazing how different it makes our home feel. Then, we moved our picture of the Arizona Temple to the wall by our kitchen table. Why didn't I have it there the whole time? I have had an inner battle with wanting to have a "cute-stylish" home and wanting to have the kind of home that you walk in and can really feel the spirit. For some reason, I have had a hard time achieving both. Either it looks totally cool and feels cold or Feels wonderful and looks a-mess. I can think of homes that I have been in that I instantly felt the spirit. I think they all had old furniture, dirty carpet and smelled of Mac and Cheese. I know that having the spirit in your home dosen't mean that you can't be "cute and stylish" but.... anyway, Im working on it. Our new picture of Christ and our now-visable picture of the temple sure help. I guess our new goal of <strong>family</strong> scripture study helps too. </div><br /><div>Blah, blah, blah. </div><br /><div></div><div></div><div>I did a reading of the play "Masterclass" on Tuesday. It was OK. The theatre was freezing, and our accompanist had to sit on his hands to warm them. This weekend I start rehearsals for Full Monty... yea! </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div>amy johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12082655400814768531noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8231781695549835572.post-85409137932614633452008-01-18T20:01:00.000-08:002008-01-18T20:20:03.931-08:00my weekHey All! I haven't blogged in such a long time, and looking at everyone elses blogs, it seems that everyone else has been slacking as well, so I don't feel as bad. What a crazy week I have had. A week ago today I had a near-death experience that left Michael literally shaking - I won't share the story on my blog, but will share in person:). Then on Saturday I was on my way to a coaching, and my tire blew out on the freeway. I seriously thought...."well, I didn't die last night, but I am going to die today!". A nice man stopped and changed my tire while holding a cup of coffee. <br />Saturday night we went to see "The Pajama Game" at McNary High School (my student plays the lead - yes!). The girls were so sweet, and loved clapping at all the right parts. Hannah did great staying in her seat, but Megan was in the Lobby most of the time. <br />On Sunday I taught my CTR 6 class, and I had brought in 3 boiled eggs in a "nest" as an object lesson. Well, I feel horrible, but I led the class to believe that the eggs were little birds getting ready to hatch - and the class was so excited, they watched those eggs every second and handled them so gently. Then as they left, all of the kids told me to make sure the birds got back to their moms. I felt like I had totally decieved them. <br />On Tuesday I went to my first symphony rehearsal with Maestro Kalmar. He is German, and the piece we are doing is in German, and my German is horrrrrrrrrible, and so he spent the whole night helping me with my German. "Z -uh-mmen --- not Z -oo-mmen", "K-aye-fer ---not K-eh-fer". When I got home, I called my coach in tears. His advice? "Learn the DAMN German!" I see the maestro again tomorrow and I am seriously afraid...<br />Anyway, I open with the symphony tomorrow, and I get to wear my beautiful new gown (thanks Becca!). My sister Lisa is here to visit her ...um...friend? He lives in Gresham, so she gets to come to the show. <br />WAHOO!amy johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12082655400814768531noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8231781695549835572.post-27857559934834502232008-01-06T20:08:00.000-08:002008-12-09T23:50:03.264-08:00Our Primary girl!!<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhETJHsIpvLLkGND_WD5wUUaJ81YU3GWVQe-dNt55edtPnVIN2mCZ_svq_bQBU0mlJbdTpEBIUx0RFceXct4D_gXMlcsHfjOD1dPAJknBXVbbzs5CSF2Kdb_JrsgIisq9qVL3hc6o1qXxA/s1600-h/100_1048.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152584303325247170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhETJHsIpvLLkGND_WD5wUUaJ81YU3GWVQe-dNt55edtPnVIN2mCZ_svq_bQBU0mlJbdTpEBIUx0RFceXct4D_gXMlcsHfjOD1dPAJknBXVbbzs5CSF2Kdb_JrsgIisq9qVL3hc6o1qXxA/s400/100_1048.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div>Hannah started primary today! She was such a darling. While the other kids were crying, she was confident and happy sitting in her seat. She sang her little heart out on "Jesus wants me for a Sunbeam" and "I am a Child of God". She listened and was reverent during the scripture and talk. We had talked about Primary so much that she was so excited and knew exactly what she wanted to wear: her polka-dot dress. I know she will have her days of "not so good" behavior, but today she was a darling and I actually had a moment of ..."oh no! my baby is growing up!". </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Also - I am a horrible picture taker - that is why the pictures are blurry. </div><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd3g3xnGyibLk5q_Cll7UpBIIJYEO4PgeyyIOH81qWX61xHUXQHKUv-vvWCklC3aIrL5xfBbLNUMFmBx3cllGtqP1FP4Hre1ntygEMi_yuZOskii9QCCwc1sfjKe1djFpXUYyuyqkKiT8/s1600-h/100_1050.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152584307620214482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd3g3xnGyibLk5q_Cll7UpBIIJYEO4PgeyyIOH81qWX61xHUXQHKUv-vvWCklC3aIrL5xfBbLNUMFmBx3cllGtqP1FP4Hre1ntygEMi_yuZOskii9QCCwc1sfjKe1djFpXUYyuyqkKiT8/s400/100_1050.jpg" border="0" /></a> Megans hair is soooo fluffy!!! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnghD-nGLBpzTCzxpo9VMK-qR_E2dLb1xwpehOJHHPXWTjNL2oErBEC4LgWRFufQr0osJsXXg1tnjg-UBZsuY22Ii4jeKU1G_4aWsTx0BO12pRAM3vHXmGkLHHScQFK_SPxjwO4_kfgZk/s1600-h/100_1051.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152584311915181794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnghD-nGLBpzTCzxpo9VMK-qR_E2dLb1xwpehOJHHPXWTjNL2oErBEC4LgWRFufQr0osJsXXg1tnjg-UBZsuY22Ii4jeKU1G_4aWsTx0BO12pRAM3vHXmGkLHHScQFK_SPxjwO4_kfgZk/s400/100_1051.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div>After chruch with her "I am a Child of God" crown on. This must have been a very special crown, because they usually don't even make it into the car. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6v-5Nc9xG1S4Pz2mEOsJ76oWpHugBjQ-kKJCSlnHr8fpZkCuSna7wPy5_S53EnUqvxkz6VPf4DP1F-MYrlR4Rq59NSspPr8f1tg6_zuibl3BKklRzq073ZBaceNyROSubvsg0ftL679A/s1600-h/100_1045.jpg"></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>It was about 40 degrees outside! My girls love to play in the hose - but they have to have their swimsuits on. CRAZY! Dosen't Megan look so sweet?</div><br /><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkMgLxLHaLZZeLDMZYPX2rL14cGNvZ3jrfbehHT7rIHqzuZURqzdrk3xVOozJ8BjRsLFQ1q5Tm6C6Tt51DfQH5ArZIUnf41S6NHPucvuLw22g1CnaUGhdiEabJsjc6KaFXQFu_91SRNhs/s1600-h/100_1037.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqXB1nrtIy9ZPhOA2_JLlJ6Win2dpGFn3IZQEBQFH_urvuszdoipy0TEBDArZSRnIcpiH3RmyxDnr_LbYpKXv95W6sURDnDNDAIGem_lfWQ2ZdXL4XSQ0Q0SlIXGHwvXPuIp4rwQuGSws/s1600-h/100_1039.jpg"></a> </p>amy johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12082655400814768531noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8231781695549835572.post-46210770311431774212007-12-29T20:40:00.000-08:002007-12-29T20:54:59.789-08:00Great Week!What a great week it has been! Christmas was so beautiful - and a little snow fall made it even better! The girls were so sweet on Christmas morning. They were so happy and excited. Hannah could not believe that Santa ate her cookies! <br />The night before, Michael and I sat looking at all the gifts that our girls would be getting... from us, grandparents, cousins, etc. It was so much! So, we chose out 3 presents for each girl and we took the rest back! We even took back the big dollhouse that we had been talking about for weeks. It just seemed so excessive.<br />As usual, Michael returned most of his gifts - I am a horrible gift buyer!!! Some people have a knack for it, and I do not! I think he kept 1 shirt. ugh. <br />I on the other hand, loved all of my gifts and did not take one thing back.<br />I have loved this week listening to Hannah sing all the Christmas songs. My personal favorite that she sings is "Glory to God, Glory to God, Glory to God in the Hiiiiighest!". What a darling.amy johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12082655400814768531noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8231781695549835572.post-57867282726860154952007-12-23T20:29:00.000-08:002008-12-09T23:50:04.149-08:00A Night in BethlehemOur ward had a "Night in Bethlehem" where all the ward members came in biblical costume and we sat on the floor and had pitas/ hummus/dried fruit/cheese and...soda! Then we had a nativity that I directed, but wasn't able to watch because Megan was grumpy. Michael wore an Angel costume during the nativity (he was a member of the heavenly hosts), so Hannah insisted on being an Angel also...thats why the white dress, etc. Merry Christmas everyone!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxemAyuGkwBB-IKY1AQM8bh5Bu4dfaWDi8u0FVDRf4wPrDif4TsRNpMOg8L4njAb4rH-bfJWOBcagKROydXk1mxshy3DipVwFAj6tTleFxpVcsofLBWmQb3Lpkc0OlLY9hVknJ65mChx0/s1600-h/100_1020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147398010056242770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxemAyuGkwBB-IKY1AQM8bh5Bu4dfaWDi8u0FVDRf4wPrDif4TsRNpMOg8L4njAb4rH-bfJWOBcagKROydXk1mxshy3DipVwFAj6tTleFxpVcsofLBWmQb3Lpkc0OlLY9hVknJ65mChx0/s400/100_1020.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXZJKYq2u_46ftpoMSQSyGLmXaLv5jTOAFREwCzQPzskXkrYCXRFVorNdm1z7yAZjK6nXk3wkTld-Z_uxooQZvZqLxUQk-KlVlyizCVJK5HgXKzLFAz2yym7qljXjbQOJe_qcAghj4ypE/s1600-h/100_1022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147398014351210082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXZJKYq2u_46ftpoMSQSyGLmXaLv5jTOAFREwCzQPzskXkrYCXRFVorNdm1z7yAZjK6nXk3wkTld-Z_uxooQZvZqLxUQk-KlVlyizCVJK5HgXKzLFAz2yym7qljXjbQOJe_qcAghj4ypE/s400/100_1022.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeTeXFtG5yN8BaDkbpVVJAvpnKBOfOhhbjg0p-a4mvgwafPpBQGXqu2kqgMcZi2VOaAfaephjwpoYR1FYeSLJM6JU6LXrnOxFC1L284ZXh2ijs4I_m1GTsIPo3KAxk5aU8NjZZSsoDJK4/s1600-h/100_1024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147398018646177394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeTeXFtG5yN8BaDkbpVVJAvpnKBOfOhhbjg0p-a4mvgwafPpBQGXqu2kqgMcZi2VOaAfaephjwpoYR1FYeSLJM6JU6LXrnOxFC1L284ZXh2ijs4I_m1GTsIPo3KAxk5aU8NjZZSsoDJK4/s400/100_1024.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>amy johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12082655400814768531noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8231781695549835572.post-13569828402693479182007-12-15T22:55:00.000-08:002008-12-09T23:50:04.469-08:00boob shot<div align="center">Awhile ago I sang a concert as this famous person....can anyone guess who? </div><div align="center">P.S. The dress was even smaller than it looks in this picture!</div><div align="center">My friend Pam Mahon did some numbers as Linda Rondstat (sp?)...she was hot!!!!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYdKTbaPaLG3iGv37TcMuMj2TIiRkSKvBqSjxv8S7yv9n5ZtoXjpaMr-iCPAEIe14_TT9gR1wufAf4HjEPqS6hO5baW7hMTQJDJHgTGKug_bAvmS9F9IrLCCvxd7E2epNNsGK42UNUCWo/s1600-h/linda+and+bette.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144460892375905842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYdKTbaPaLG3iGv37TcMuMj2TIiRkSKvBqSjxv8S7yv9n5ZtoXjpaMr-iCPAEIe14_TT9gR1wufAf4HjEPqS6hO5baW7hMTQJDJHgTGKug_bAvmS9F9IrLCCvxd7E2epNNsGK42UNUCWo/s400/linda+and+bette.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>amy johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12082655400814768531noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8231781695549835572.post-55545521183003085062007-12-15T21:35:00.000-08:002007-12-15T22:08:33.120-08:00sharing!I laughed so hard I wet my pants: <a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1349281921" target="_blank">http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1349281921</a><br /><br />I had a great time talking with friends today. I have been imbarassed to blog because I don't feel like I am funny or like I have anything great to say. But -its not about being great, its about sharing my life...right? Today was great. I taught lessons this morning, raked the front yard, helped Michael move the shed, made organic mac&Cheese (michael wasn't a huge fan. It was a little too...um...the sauce wasn't smooth enough), did ironing (Natalie - i wish i liked it as much as you!) while I watched an Oprah that I had on DVR about "eat, pray, love"...i hated how people called it their "bible". I folded clothes (my least favorite chore), went to Arin's party (fun!!!), danced to "Jonny Mathis Christmas" with the girls, made dinner...egg rolls & pears, cleaned up finger paints, put girls to bed while Michael cleaned the church. He said the Spanish Branch was having their Christmas party, and the food smelled amazing!!!<br />I studied my lesson for my CTR6's and am anticipating a full 2 hours of "I pooped my pants" again. Any ideas on how to help them be revrent? I remember being in primary & Mandi McMullin and I would goof off the whole time. Our poor teachers.<br />I will post again soon!amy johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12082655400814768531noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8231781695549835572.post-2558305801706058362007-12-15T21:30:00.000-08:002008-12-09T23:50:04.688-08:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgazy1Hd6-qQZbmfmf4nHm1Qs2rXWk4ppDGlcSs5Xi45YwmvenJfg9K8XTMdImS3JEW5rNSqWepDzY2R71Mc82B2jN37J05wge1xxuD81cRoYtFCGyojyER5ROD3NCeLleNBVLJeZEFKn0/s1600-h/cartoon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144457666855466514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgazy1Hd6-qQZbmfmf4nHm1Qs2rXWk4ppDGlcSs5Xi45YwmvenJfg9K8XTMdImS3JEW5rNSqWepDzY2R71Mc82B2jN37J05wge1xxuD81cRoYtFCGyojyER5ROD3NCeLleNBVLJeZEFKn0/s320/cartoon.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I look less chubby as a cartoon.<br /></div>amy johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12082655400814768531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8231781695549835572.post-23897735382392582122007-12-02T21:25:00.000-08:002008-12-09T23:50:05.897-08:00<div align="center">I finally learned how to put pics on my blog - yes, I am a looser</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Papa = Monkey Bars<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTWKopNsdJU928dSb6XrMa1JGiFCZhmliRFML36_NiKv96rv9WOZ1lojnGyFuoPqGv321mb9FJvnZwFP_CwvVAUHqKzy8UtzovLfXGg52GSapJUf22KoEafqFwUeC4U14cBby5PEDJH_Q/s1600-r/100_0972.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139617218395892498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBBHKvB9jyhwBzfHpzD7F-rnGEHz-Mg3BPz9JdJc_29EbGV27H_liOMBq2jWQoExB_0grqczJjF3kwjElUOyPjQwnplSAeqRLZSYkULKIszdjQe0Mh4_TT9ZAI2B08s4KDBEG65O9bvFE/s320/100_0972.jpg" border="0" /></a>Notice Megans feet. Yes! Those are high heels!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvmAtYPHNgAsBY1BBHP1ACS8HCKmN_fhWO3jZMwcr8lydFR2aetHGCsZwI6KELZvmb_V5OfJxyUye6pGLU80K585vSnI6MInaT3pJQ7Hb3PxV6aS4_KNkxvUbLgafvKjDt5YG3UCrTe_A/s1600-r/100_0947.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139617226985827106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKRTNUGCw-mKzz2LU5kw4srlbnRbj_VGUNmZ-SjzAZA-BrHr7u_pt8Pang80F6SsyIvOQfMoIW-iGfQR-vcD_HHZAoyG8E0RuaLwgjHmfuYgJXIpx-rdJIqBChqmqhV0QZI9h4VstOFE0/s320/100_0947.jpg" border="0" /></a>Hannah in the Apron that Grannie made her </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDQ8zbwUR-HQpTnvirqcXiBqbHSBcrMueRFoeaaTTRJLP2kmeA3ZnomjL44Gef0ZowSYJg3wYSANU9ZBXV3TkSeTx5P7cYfsMzNApalQfqHLGfPriY38GX9Qu7nxgYL5c2UMm-o9MpuYQ/s1600-r/100_0971.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139617235575761714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy8NIwhM6D4UVIbMXrGOXyUR86OX5rAV_KrbA8xxKyW7_kD4sAE-FX7iI0TVBXsDwJFhA5TeWTgrXAmT-mwU1YhzBHQlrGnUADZZtuWuSERxcyvmJ1kh_GH3iWSvmshGf2k_RESrQnq94/s320/100_0971.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">Chubbis and Hannah-roosk<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9CGkA1GmMl0jnQ6A11-YvEABeKsipTgo5f0uS9KIMIvktdHYvyPnLMn0iprR12K9s-eMqDW5RRBTk7dKHKXsqfCWF-dgNcTOOAu1iysikkHqW9tll5bd9ClR8Xq5vmJGTE0980CTIx_c/s1600-r/100_0909.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139617244165696322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3mDaarqOLS-z4PmbPKKkqADRUBE04W7_MDCOpxOANQn_bCyncDpJFyohgVgKodxLXSLhWKJVzfXdAxA7stvDuDHINitQO6zi5W8yfJoACt2lhvli45-iZxFGTp5y3mEcHGDIthePPy-8/s320/100_0909.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>amy johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12082655400814768531noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8231781695549835572.post-61907271497385535252007-12-02T20:19:00.001-08:002007-12-02T20:31:37.815-08:00prostate testimonyOK! funny day at church today! While a member of our bishopric was bearing his testimony he used the word "prostate".... "I am worried about my heart and PROSTATE". I didn't know you could say that over the pulpit. Michael says he didn't hear it - HOW COULD YOU NOT?? Now that I teach the CTR 6's, I have funny stories every week...this week one little girl had a huge hole in the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">crotch</span> of her tights, which she kept playing with and showing everyone. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Incidentally</span> she also had turquoise panties on. The same little girl, every time I asked a question her answer was "I pooped my pants". <br />I love the huge storm we are having today. I am so grateful for a warm and cozy house where I feel safe.amy johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12082655400814768531noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8231781695549835572.post-83168207792673315552007-11-29T20:38:00.000-08:002007-11-29T20:53:09.770-08:00Hanging in there...I had a hard day today. Megan has not been feeling her best, and I have had to hold her all day. She threw a tantrum at the grocery store, and I almost <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">abandoned</span> my cart to go home (via <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">McDonald's</span> for a DIET COKE). I yelled at my girls for getting soaked and muddy in a puddle right before we left for joy school - so we had to go inside and do a complete outfit change for both of them. We were 30 min late for school. My skin is bad. The dogs almost drove me to the funny farm with their barking and begging. During my lessons this afternoon, Megan was throwing tantrum after tantrum - I really should not have charged my students. It is days like this that I think that I am not doing a very good job at being a mother or a teacher or a...you name it! I am so thankful for Michael. It seems like he walks in, and life is manageable again. He calms me and cheers me and chats with me about random stuff. He loves to play with the girls and somehow everything and everyone is happy when it is time for dinner. He is a total miracle worker. Marrying him was the best decision I ever made.amy johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12082655400814768531noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8231781695549835572.post-42499633518869422362007-11-20T21:12:00.000-08:002007-11-20T21:43:22.763-08:00Blog Debut!Hey All - I can't believe that I am a blogger. I have never even kept a journal because I sound so immature and uneducated. I'm sure I will continue to sound that way - writing has never been one of my gifts. Also, I am a horrible speller.<br />Today was a normal day. I went to the doctor because I have a sinus infection. I was going to ask him why I am so tired all the time, and why I feel so worn out. But - he was running late, and I didn't have time. His answer would have been to eat better, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">exercise</span> and sleep more. Maybe Ill try that.<br />Hannah and Megan were such good girls today. They played toys, danced and played outside. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Actually</span>, they carried the neighbors rocks into our yard and buried them, making a "garden". Hannah said they would grow popcorn. Tomorrow we will have to take the rocks back.<br />Hannah also worked on her letters. She learned how to write E, L and F today. She was so proud of herself...we still need to work on the sounds that the letters make.<br />Megan sat on the counter while I made dinner. She cracked the eggs into the bowl...she really can do this on her own! She hits the egg on the side of the bowl, and uses her chubby little hands to open the egg. What a darling.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">I'm</span> not sure how to end this....Michael just got home from taking friends to the airport, so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">I'm</span> going to go hang out with him. see ya!amy johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12082655400814768531noreply@blogger.com9