Big Do-in' 1:
I'm on a leash now! Yup, that's right, I got volunteered to be the videographer/photographer for our little volunteer fire district. I was issued a pager so I can show up at all structural fires! Luckily, our community is so small, there won't be many calls to respond to!
Big Do-in' 2:
Got my driver's permit Monday!! I drove for the first time on Tuesday. I just love little gravel country roads... I was able to go about 15 mph! When I got out to the "highway" I simply flew at 25 mph! ;)
Big Do-in' 3:
I probably, almost definitely, pretty certainly, 99.9% for sure have a title for my book!!! Finally! The book is 3/4 of the way done and I still had nothing to call it. Well, now I do... "The Heavens Declare" subtitled "5 children, 8 planets, 1 God." (Thanks, Tyler!)
Big Do-in' 4:
I'm reading "Do Hard Things" by Alex and Brett Harris. www.therebelution.com
(Sorry... I tried to make that a link, but it wouldn't work... why??)
Friday, March 12, 2010
Talking about the Weather
Wow! Cool weather!!!! For weeks we had been having relatively un-wintry weather... then all of a sudden it’s cold!!! On Monday we went grocery shopping and while in Costco it started hailing really hard!!!!! IT WAS REALLY LOUD. We could hear this roaring on the roof and for once I was glad I didn’t have a nice car to worry about.
After we got home it started snowing.... very pretty!!! Poor Paul was looking out the window longingly and saying “Snow, snow!” (his friend Rob made a sled that he hasn’t tried out yet) but it didn’t end up being enough to play in!! Real pretty though! Well, I know, I just talk about the weather but around here that’s pretty exciting!!!
After we got home it started snowing.... very pretty!!! Poor Paul was looking out the window longingly and saying “Snow, snow!” (his friend Rob made a sled that he hasn’t tried out yet) but it didn’t end up being enough to play in!! Real pretty though! Well, I know, I just talk about the weather but around here that’s pretty exciting!!!
Friday, March 5, 2010
Russian? Maybe We Should Go with It!
We were at the register in Wal-Mart when the lady running the next register came over and said, “Are you from such-and-such-a-place? It’s up in the mountains.” (I can’t remember the name of the place she mentioned.) Dad said no. She said, “Oh, I just wondered because there’s a little church up in there and there are several Russian families that go there. I thought maybe you were one of them. Your family is so beautiful.” I think we were a little surprised. Russian!?
Later that day, we were in the produce department of the grocery store and my mom was talking with this very nice elderly man. After their conversation was finished and he’d moved on, we went over and started picking out onions. The man came over again and said a few more things and eventually asked... if we were Russian! Once again we were a little surprised. After he was gone, I said, “Uh... mom? That’s the second time today we’ve been asked if we’re Russian! Maybe we should go with it and learn to speak some Russian!” I looked around at us. For one thing, we were standing near the onions. (I’ve read that Russians often eat plenty of onions and garlic and are very healthy for it!) But we hadn’t been near any onions in Wal-Mart! I looked around again. Hmm... looking a little ethnic (Mom’s Hebraic heritage coming out in us kids), long dark hair, jumpers, dresses, skirts, Dad’s black and grey beard, my dark green Tam O’Shanter (if you’re not clued into the fact that it’s an Irish hat...?), and the large family size. Yes, I guess we may have looked a little different. But, Russian? Hmm...
That brings to mind another interesting incident when we were driving to AZ. We had stopped for dinner, and an older man asked if we were Lebidevitcher Jews! (That’s a very orthodox brand of Judaism, but I’m not sure I’m spelling it right.) Same thing. My hat, Dad’s beard, plus this time he was wearing a black cabby hat.
Later that day, we were in the produce department of the grocery store and my mom was talking with this very nice elderly man. After their conversation was finished and he’d moved on, we went over and started picking out onions. The man came over again and said a few more things and eventually asked... if we were Russian! Once again we were a little surprised. After he was gone, I said, “Uh... mom? That’s the second time today we’ve been asked if we’re Russian! Maybe we should go with it and learn to speak some Russian!” I looked around at us. For one thing, we were standing near the onions. (I’ve read that Russians often eat plenty of onions and garlic and are very healthy for it!) But we hadn’t been near any onions in Wal-Mart! I looked around again. Hmm... looking a little ethnic (Mom’s Hebraic heritage coming out in us kids), long dark hair, jumpers, dresses, skirts, Dad’s black and grey beard, my dark green Tam O’Shanter (if you’re not clued into the fact that it’s an Irish hat...?), and the large family size. Yes, I guess we may have looked a little different. But, Russian? Hmm...
That brings to mind another interesting incident when we were driving to AZ. We had stopped for dinner, and an older man asked if we were Lebidevitcher Jews! (That’s a very orthodox brand of Judaism, but I’m not sure I’m spelling it right.) Same thing. My hat, Dad’s beard, plus this time he was wearing a black cabby hat.
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