The Final Performance

I just got home from my final Solo & Ensenble. Carter went to State. First he sang his solo. The Death Solo. He did beautifully. He has such a pretty clean voice. Then we raced to the auditorium and listened to a few choirs before Bountiful's Chamber group sang. My favorite was Loch Lomond. Tthe. We sprinted to the library for the very best. My Wild Irish Rose. It was a men's trio featuring....Carter. Brought a tear to my eye it did. I am so proud of Carter. He doesn't like the spot light on him, but performed his best. It was a great morning.

Carter sings of death in German. He did a fantastic job.

I'll take the high road. Loved it!

Preparing to sing My Wild Irish Rose. If I could ever figure out how to add video....

The 'Egg' citing Hunt

We hid around 650 eggs. Stephanie sneaked over and hide another 100 eggs. We let the kids loose. We let the parents loose. There are still eggs in my yard. Marinda- I know where one is and I'm saving it for you!

The Participants

The Booty

They all unloaded and went back for more.

A cracked her eggs open like a real egg.

Searching everywhere

The whole yard was fair game

I love Easter

 

The Man

After looking at my last post, I realize an explanation is in order. That hairy beast really is a preparing missionary. Hayden is currently in the play Man of La Mancha at Centerpoint Theater in Centerville. He didn't try out for the part....they called him. He plays Pedro, the prison gang leader. He is a very bad man.  He is in the same cast as my sister, (who does an excellent job. Her part has a lot of acting with action. I love watching her) We attended the dress rehearsal last Friday. It was excellent. I enjoyed it but I don't think I will watch it again. It was very difficult observing my son in an evil role. I was glad when it was over and the real Hayden came out and hugged me. It ends May17th and I am looking forward to seeing his cute face again!

It's Here Y'All

What a fun afternoon. I came home in a panic realizing that Hayden had invited a bunch of people to our house for the Grand Opening. I came home to a beautiful patio and help getting a meal. I loved being surrounded by people that I love and that love me. Treasure. It was a time to also invite our Father in Heaven to join us. We had a prayer and Hayden opened the envelope. We waited as Hayden smiled and read his assignment- Atlanta Georgia North. Now the stress really starts.

 

Sharing Spring Photos

If life gets anymore crowded....I may have to move somewhere! I am loving Spring and all the fun that accompanies it. Here are my fun photos with brief explanations.

It's bunny time again. I love Easter. I love the sights, sounds, tastes, smells, feels and temperatures of Easter. We love taking pictures with the stuffed rabbits.

My Frittilaria. It is so cute with it's checkerboard petals. It is tiny and every year I forget about it and then get a treat when I see it peeking out in the garden.

That's me with Lois Lowry. Fun night but extra long!

Visiting the Easter Bunny. Fun picture but someone is missing!

There he is. Notice the pout. He 'didn't want to see it anymore.'

We enjoyed the day with Grandma and Grandpa. Afterwards, we started to cleanout their house to sell. It made me feel very heavy hearted.

Carter had a packet to turn in for graduation. He found out it was due today on Sunday. He brought it home last night and stayed up all night to finish it. He better get a good enough score. I kept him company.

I didn't mean to add this, but it makes me laugh. It's the sign for a Beryllium mine. "Let's get out of here before one of those things kills Guy!"

Spring Breakin' It

  We had a great maiden voyage of the trailer. After a fun lunch at Leger's Deli, we started on our journey. I expected at some point we would acquire a riding guest. I was waiting to see who and when the request would come. I was surprised that it was L and he wanted to ride with right from Leger's. It was so much fun. The trailer pulled beautifully and was so fun to camp in. We felt like we had a lot of blessings that made it possible for us to enjoy the beauties of our world and the company of our family. We had miraculous help with batteries, hitches and groceries.
   We arrived at our campsite near Topaz Mountain and quickly set up camp. The boys immediately began picking up every rock they could. Ethan got out his Rainbow Loom and made a sing- "Rainbow Loom for free" . He made bracelets for everyone. We enjoyed our meals. We enjoyed each other. We enjoyed having a bathroom!
   We found many beautiful specimens.  Superman and I are going to polish them and give them as Christmas gifts. Pictures are a very worthy way of keeping records, so I will let them do the rest of the talking.

T and his 'camping drink'

D took a nap in the trailer. Popie and I watched him while everyone else went Topaz hunting.

Popie....reading?

D loved his lunch with us.

C playing with the ball trampoline. A fun game.
 

We flew kites. They were the so fun. Perfect place to send it soaring.

L with one of the treasures

Marinda cries an Apache Tear. Who is that in the back ground.

E with some of his treasures.

An Early Angel

I have often honored the earthly angels in my life. They have given comfort and strength. They have taught me lessons. They have brought me messages of love from my Father. I want to remember one of my earliest angels.
    Third grade. Sunday School. We met in the ancient basement of the then unrefurbished Bountiful Tabernacle. We met in a windowless room with bright checkerboard linoleum flooring. There were plenty of interesting places to look during the lessons. One Sunday in my third grade year, a new girl sat in our class. She was introduced as someone that had just moved into our ward. She had blond hair and a shy smile. I was so excited to meet her. (You know who you are don't you?)
   From then on my life was so blessed. LeeAnn was a fun creative person even back then. We loved to play at her house in the top playroom. It just felt great to be there. They had the best toys. I remember making the plastic bugs and things with some machine (sorry the name escapes me....that is why I am trying to record memories!). They had a record player and great records. "And he fam and he fam all over the dam". We would sometimes get to do some cooking. Their family would make burnt sugar. They took some sugar and put it in a pan and cooked it until it was dark brown. I seem to remember it was very dark brown. Then pour it onto a cookie sheet and break it into pieces when it had cooled.
  Then there were the 'sleep outs'. (I may have remembered this in a far distant history on the blog , but enjoy it again!) I lived in a 'different age'. To have some peace and calm, parents would frequently let their children have slumber parties and even better - have the noisy little cluster spend their happy evenings out of doors, thus freeing up the television set and the parents minds and ears for peace. I will state that we were just about perfectly behaved and would never run the neighborhood, toilet paper, scream or any of that sort of stuff...(wicked wink right here). My dad would make us sleep under his bedroom window. I always thought it was so he could listen for 'creepers' but I have come to realize that he didn't want us running the town too far after curfew.
    We would sleep sometimes at my house sometimes at LeeAnn's. One night we even tried sleeping in the front yard. That was way too creepy. LeeAnn always worried about these aforementioned creepers. She would arm us with baseball bats and batons...Let me tell you, it doesn't make for a comfortable night. If you slept too long in the morning, you awoke by yourself in an empty yard. Everyone else having gone their merry way.
   I also remember watching Big Money Movie at the Youngdell house. How I loved watching the old movies. I think that is where I acquired my devotion to the classics. We would watch Uncle Bernie spin the wheel and count down his telephone directory list and dial the number. On more than one occasion the phone would ring at the same time and we would have a moment of exhilaration, thinking someone in the house was about to be rich beyond their wildest dreams. (The jackpot was usually never more than $1,000.00 )
  My earthly angel was always kind and loving to me and everyone she met. She was the head cheerleader in high school! I never saw her treat anyone like they weren't as cool as she was. She was so talented at gymnastics. I would have dreams that I could do flips and splits like her. Bummer when I woke up and found I still couldn't touch my toes without bending my knees.
This was my cohort in all the previous posts about running all over at Stoker School.
My final tribute to her. She had to organize a play at Christmas time for our Young Adult group. She wanted Steve Johnson to be the narrator. I thought to myself, "He is too shy to do that!" but I went with my buddy to ask him anyway. As she asked him and we stood there, he stopped and stared at me...but that was another story!