Sunday, September 20, 2009

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Thursday, July 16, 2009

Life in Lyman: Orphan Anne

“I’m an orphan!” my youngest said to her friend proudly.
“No your not!”
“Yes I am! My mom and dad said so!”

Saturday, July 04, 2009

Life in Lyman: Lost & Found

We just stopped at my parents for a minute to pick up 2 children. Surely Pria would be OK in the front yard. As we planned to leave we called for her and she didn't come. Then we heard the fireworks from down the street. She hates fireworks. We looked and called and looked and called the police and looked until dark. It was no use, she could be anywhere and fireworks were going off all over town.

Pria likes Brenda the best and so Brenda was missing Pria the most. It was a tough night. I made a lost dog poster and first thing in the morning we went to the store and made copies. We hung up a copy of the poster in the store and went to my parents home to pick up the children so they could help hang up posters. I began trimming a small version of the poster to hand out at the fourth of July parade if necessary. As I trimmed away there was a joyful scream "Pria! Here girl. Here girl. I found her!" yelled my son. Pria had returned a bit damp but in one piece. The relief cheered everyone up and I discovered something about myself. I make good Lost Dog posters.

Thursday, July 02, 2009

Life in Lyman: Sit

After 10 years the rope finally breaks and our swing is a sit. I am so glad it didn't involve a visit to the emergency room. This is how it went down.

Dad! Dad! We get a new swing. Isn't it funny? Can I be on a stamp now?

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Life in Lyman: Not Math

Bad grades in Algebra. How can that be? It can be because she reads all day. We had to ground her from books.

It still didn’t work she kept reading in class. So Brenda set the plan into action. She gave the teacher permission to take the book and then sing (to the tune of If your Happy and You Know It) I am the meanest mom in the world.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Life in Lyman: Scattered Sunshine

As we left for our doctors appointment/wedding/family reunion last week I locked the front door and walked past out front flower bed on the way to the car. We have been getting complements since the flowers started to bloom. I would take some credit, but all credit belongs to a kind neighbor who planted it for us when we were in Salt Lake recovering from Liver Transplant. The neighbor is the kind of gardener that plants with a ruler. All of the plants are just the right height and just the right distance apart.

That is why I was curious about the 50+ little green sprouts about one inch high scattered throughout the flower bed. I could tell that they were sunflowers. So on our drive I asked Brenda about the sunflowers in the flower bed she smiled and blamed it on my daughter who immediately gave her the credit for the idea. Scattered sunshine is growing among the meticulously measured and planned. I guess some randomness keeps life interesting.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Life in Lyman: Kids

Goats can climb trees. I’ve heard about it, but now I’ve seen it. It makes sense, they climb mountains. Well, goats also like more than anything else, the one thing that is just out of reach. They climb and strain and struggle when right around them is all they could ever want. I guess there is a good reason baby goats are called kids.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Life in Lyman: Mt Everest

When everyone comes home from camping trips they bring a mountain of work with them. I never knew we had so many clothes. I helped fold and fold and fold. Just when I thought we were making progress another mountain would loom up before us. The white flag at the top is not a victory flag, it is for surrender. I think unlike Everest, laundry is a mountain that no one will ever finish climbing.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Life in Lyman: Chicken Hypnotism

It’s not dead. It is just hypnotized. I can't believe it myself. All it takes is a chicken, the ground and a stick. Gently lay the chicken down on the ground. Draw an arch in the dirt around the head of the chicken and after a moment you can let go and the chicken will just lay there. My two oldest daughters are great hypnotists.

No animals were harmed in the creation of this stamp.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

5th Grade Joke: Sticky

What is brown and sticky?

a stick