My name is Lindsay and this is just so I don't feel guilty for not keeping a written journal...


Saturday, August 13, 2016

suzination

So I called Suzie over to the computer, showed her these pictures and asked her what she would like the post to say.  She said I don't know and I immediately typed that phrase.  Seeing this she starts to cry.  I clear the script and tell her we can come up with something fun.  She cries harder from the pressure.  I close the page and tell her not to worry, we could go play a game instead. 


She picked Snake Oil and, of course, she beat me.  (Playing Snake Oil with just two people doesn't work traditionally but we've made alterations that make no sense.)  After that Brenda suggested we play dance-attack.  Having never heard of this I asked her what to do.  She stood across the room and started to twirl ballerina-like.  Making her way towards me she suddenly punched me.  Not too hard, but definitely by surprise.  "Dance Attack!"  Suzie, having witnessed, was in.  She started prancing and I was suddenly kicked in the shin. 

she enjoys a certain app

It was giggles all around but I had to teach the girls WWF style fighting.  After we settled down I again asked Suzie about the blog post.  "Any thoughts on what we should write?"  She shook her head.  I asked if I could write about when she.......   She laughed and said That would be gross gross GROSS! 

...loves it, actually

So I don't get to write about somebody tooting in the bathtub?


My point is that I like this girl and I want her to share her thoughts. 


I just went and asked her what her favorite part of today was.  She said Disco Head which, she explained, is some game where you stick your head out of your tent. 




...BTW- We went camping.  It was fun. 

...I should post about that when I get some pictures...

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

in the hands of God


Amongst the political uproar and moral absurdities, my boy is still finding joy in the little things. 

it's my lip gloss.  ...it WAS my lip gloss.


"...the Lord will remember the prayers of the righteous,
which have been put up unto him for them.
And then, O ye Gentiles,
how can ye stand before the power of God,
except ye shall repent and turn from your evil ways?

Know ye not that ye are in the hands of God?

Know ye not that he hath all power,
and at his great command the earth shall be rolled together as a scroll?"

-Mormon 5:23

Friday, July 1, 2016

Dr Seuss Girls Camp skit



So Girls Camp is weeks away and one of my favorite "jobs" is to write the skit for the camp leaders.  At the forgotten request of a few, I thought I'd share the skit from last year that was just so fun.  I tried to make it as "Seuss" as "Seuss" is, but added unique touches to make it fit our camp.  If anyone would like, copy and make some tweaks that work for you!  Enjoy!

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Up on a hilltop like the one in these trees
there happened a story you must see to believe

For scattered in hollows in a place called Alpine
lay a camp of young women who did indeed shine

Their lanterns were lit, every tent up with ease
every tshirt was colored, with colors to please

The second years raised the flag on the mark
The YCLs sang and danced- baby shark

But while the girls taught and learned certification
No one suspected a certain's hesitation

For amongst these lovely women was a sad, lonely one
A GRINCH! some might call her, who shrugged at the sun

"I see no joy, no reason to smile
It's hot and I'm tired, 'think I'll pout here a while

The songs are all corny, the lessons? - a bore
And no texting this week???  I'll just DIE, for sure!

I'll show them how silly, how wasteful are we,
to eat up my time with crafts and archery

Let's see how they like their precious camp
without their decorations and mascots ...and lamp

Perhaps those cheery smiles will reverse
when I eat up their lasagna and sabotage their nurse!

Now they're singing again!  Oh WHY so much noise?
Guess I'll burn their song books, ...uhhh... I'll throw them in the lake ...yeah...

   (To audience)  No fires ladies!

I'm out to destroy! I'll take this, I'll take that.
I'll TAKE their wretched girls camp and I won't give it back!

A GRINCH you could call me -a mean one, you might say?
Don't want to join in?  to participate or play?

I'm here to nobly expose the truth!
That this is all meaningless ...just fluff and floof!

Now, my trusty sidekick, let's call you Heather
Aren't we excited to see how they weather?

I've taken their toys, their trinkets and hollaballoo
Instead of sounds of joy, it'll be BOO HOO HOO!

(campers wake and gather at flag, smiling, greeting and dancing together...)

Heather, what's this? No one is SAD!
No one is crying, everyone is GLAD!

Somehow this girls camp is still a success???
Somehow this girls camp is more than this mess?

Maybe girls camp doesn't come from a store?
Maybe girls camp is a little bit more.

The Grinch's heart beated one, two, three
and grew to the size of a mighty spruce tree

She gathered the things and sprung into action
To return to camp and ask for compassion

For forgiveness, she begged and pleaded to be
back with the camp she had so wanted to flee

They welcomed her in, arms wide open
and together they learned of the Lord's words spoken

For Girls camp is more than skits and glits and smores
Girls camp is all about opening doors

To hear our Heavenly Father, who loves us endlessly
And know who we are, in our infinite family

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Our "grinch" wore green and our "Heather" (who's name is Heather, how clever are we?) mimicked the dog dressed as a reindeer.  She pushed around a wheelbarrow as the Grinch stole items from each campsite (pre-stolen for the skit and placed on the stage.  haha)  The other leaders wore pjs to be the campers who awake.  ...I got to narrate!

Now I've got to get busy with our skit for this year!

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

adulting


As I was watering my garden today (yeah, I do that sort of thing.  impressed?) I was wondering why poop dirt is good for plants.  That stuff is the body's rejected stuff and we're going to eat the results.  Oh yes.  We're eating this stuff so I can shout it from the rooftops.  I AM A GARDENER!

Tomatoes, cucumbers and potatoes.  I feel so arrogantly resourceful.  Like on Father's day I made a mixed berry pie.  From scratch, crust and all.  How immediately I assumed I was now a professional as the pie was perfection.  ...A week later I again pranced to the kitchen to sprinkle my pie magic.  It ended up crap and I was confused.  ?!  ...I'm ...not?  not a professional???  I hung my head and left the kitchen.  Back to the cereal bowl.

I love me some cereal.

Don't buoy me up.  Don't pat me on the back and tell me to keep trying.  I'm too distracted watering my GARDEN.  Did I mention I'm a GARDENER????  It's my first real try, in the ground and everything.  My other failed attempts were in pots and such.  ...so unprofessional.  We professionals get our knees dirty and our backs sore as we commune with mother earth.

I called my friend every few steps of this most impressive endeavor.

"Hey!  I've weeded!  Come see my dirt!  ...What do I do next?"

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"Hey!  I got the compost!  I went with the chicken poo!  That ok?  ...What do I do next?"

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"Hey!  HEY!  ...Do these things need water?"

 I took a personality test once that used questions to help you find your niche.  The question that broke the camel's back was "Do you ever wonder when you're going to actually grow up?".  I was type ONE!  Then the test told me that as a #1 I should embrace my ridiculousness and enjoy that part of myself.

So, soon you'll all be invited to enjoy my professional poo-tomatoes.  I'm pretending to adult.



Friday, June 3, 2016

controversial cookies


Garret just came into my room carrying a cookie.  He paused, looked down, and for a moment it was just him and the cookie as he slowly turned the cookie back and forth, gazing and studying.  

He took a breath.  

Smiled.  

-dropped the cookie into my dirty clothes bin and scampered away.  

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He's back!  
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...No notice of the cookie.

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I'll keep you posted.


So I keep hearing/seeing about some gorilla?  What happened?  Am I supposed to have an opinion about something?  I think Facebook has failed me on this current event.


I will get some controversial stuff out of the way tho.  

Ready?


LADIES.  LISTEN UP.

1) If a man walks into a lady's room you cannot question it.  That is being judgy.

2) Women need to forget the fact that rapes occur every couple of minutes.

3) Women are protected by the fact that rape is already illegal.  Duh, every rapist knows this.

4) Never mind the war on women, .3 percent of the population is uncomfortable. 



OK WHAT ELSE

Can we stop with the "another day and I didn't use math" quotes?  The skill of math translates to the skill of critical and logical thinking.  Not just with trains and apples but LIFE!  YAY MATH!


HMMM...

There's a gal on Facebook that I debated with last year, about the legalization of pot.  We were both polite and gracious as we shared our thoughts but I felt I nailed it when I took the same arguments for pot and used them for the country-wide legalization of prostitution to make my point.  She said that will never happen.  I bet her a bundle of cupcakes that it'll be pushed for within the next 15 years.  I need to track her down and tell her to start preheating her oven...

Speaking of dessert.  The cookie still sits but a sock has been stolen.  ...I know you were wondering. 


HERE WE GO-

Abortion is evil (the act is, not the person) and only an option in the rarest of circumstances.  I shudder knowing that I could defend the truth all the live-long-day and millions will still say that people have the right to kill for no good reason.  War on women?  no no no no.  War on human life.


MORE POLITICS!

The more we embrace socialism the more we're going to run into these situations where the federal government tells us how to run our schools, run our businesses, run our homes, run our lives -while dangling our ever-precious funding over our heads.  Sadly, the truth is that the power is where the money is.  Our government does a lot of good, but next year we'll most likely have a corrupt liar or a buffoon, surrounded by yes-men, running the white house.  If there ever were more a reason to avoid socialism...

p.s. I know some wonderful, efficiently-run, very productive charities you can give to if you have been chasing socialism for the sake of caring for your neighbor.  Caring for our neighbors is OUR job, not some suit in an office with piles of federal red tape and paperwork.

Don't let me forget about the cookie.  I've seen what chocolate does in the washing machine.


HERE'S A GOOD ONE-

Pornography is wrong.  It is not a gender issue.  It is damaging to everyone, everywhere.  It is not up to women to cover up.  It is not up to men to look away.  IT IS UP TO EVERYBODY to dress and carry themselves in a way that says were are people, not objects.  IT IS UP TO EVERYBODY to look away, avoid, and reject material that encourages the monstrous industry.  Pornography may already be commonplace.  It may already be a well-oiled machine.  That does not mean we shrug and accept.  We teach with love and truth.  We share and forgive and help and make-aware.  We are better than porn if we choose to be.

ARE YOU GETTING STEAMED UP YET???

Why?  Why are we so angry?  Can convictions exist without anger?  Of course.  (I just called Clinton a corrupt liar and Trump a buffoon.  whoops.)  Can we hear others' views and not be offended?  Of course.  Instead of using anger and offense as a weapon, let's use our dignity and moral foundations to stand for what we believe.  I know that the cookie should not go thru the wash, but no amount of anger or fighting will get it out of the hamper. You can disagree with me but please, let's stay civil as I do what I can to retrieve the cookie.  Me getting that cookie does not mean I hate anyone who would machine-wash chocolate chips.  ...I may think you're a weirdo.  ...Let me know how that load turns out when we go out to lunch, you weirdo.

SO VOTE!

SPEAK UP!

BE KIND!

CHERISH LIBERTY!

KNOW FROM WHERE YOUR STANDARDS COME AND STAND BY THEM!

STOP BEING OFFENDED -IT ONLY AGES YOU!

AND DON'T EAT COOKIES THAT HAVE SPENT THE LAST 20 MINUTES IN THE DIRTY CLOTHES BIN!


Tuesday, April 5, 2016

time me...


Hello!



So!  Where were we?

Let's start with Garret.  At school he is working on brushing his own teeth and folding laundry.  ...2 things I do for him at home so I guess I am now officially an enabler.  Shame on me.  He just got new shoes and LOVES the new Star Wars movie.  Right now he's in my bed humming himself to sleep...

Brenda, after seeing the new Star Wars, declared it TERRIFIC and AWESOME, then said, thru happy tears, that she would NEVER watch it again.  (She did once more as she transformed a barbie into Rey.)  Her obsession lately is "girl pop" and if she likes what she hears, she'll most likely let you know that "this is her jam".  She is currently forcing the cat to do a "face-swap" photo...

Suzie still can't decide how to spell her name but she's got everything else figured out.  ....Except for a few concepts she brought up in the car yesterday.  "Mom?  How does a baby hole close after the baby comes out?"  (This was after we talked about Darla, one of our cats, having kittens)  She is glued to the tv right now.  Wild Kratts.

Mike?  STAR WARS.

Me?  COOKIES.

...Caught up!
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