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Memory Game!

Everyone needs to play...This is Fun!

1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember--it can be funny, weird, awkward, random, etc.!

2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.

20 Questions

Question: What is something mom always says to you?

Destroy: "Don't be mean to Search or you have to get a time-out."

Mom's response: I guess it's more common than I thought.

Question: What makes mom happy?

Destroy: "Hold on, I have to type my address. 1776. What? Oh, when I help Mom wash dishes."

Mom's response: Yes. Especially when it's voluntary.

Question: What makes mom sad?

Destroy: "When I don't listen to you."

Mom's response: Hold on, I forgot to take my Prozac. Because I'd be CHRONICALLY DEPRESSED.

Question: How does mom make you laugh?

Destroy: "Be crazy. Like 'whatdaydya het!'."

Mom's response: There's a reason I'm never on home videos.

Question: What was mom like as a child?

Destroy: "You liked to pick flowers for your mom."

Mom's response: yeah, probably from our own yard.

Question: How old is your mom?

Destroy: "27."

Mom's response: I'm glad someone remembers.

Question: How tall is your mom?

Destroy: "40 inches. Is it 40 inches?"

Mom's response: My Mom the Midget. That's me.

Question: What is her favorite thing to do?

Destroy: "Eat cookies. Chocolate chip cookies."

Mom's response: Ok, where are the hidden cameras? I only make them and eat them after he's in bed!

Question: What does your mom do when you're not around?

Destroy: "Get stuff ready for a meeting."

Mom's response: Sad, but true.

Question: If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?

Destroy: "She would be Wonderwoman. Or Supergirl. Or Spidergirl."

Mom's response: Crossfit: the exercise program of superheros everywhere.

Question: What is your mom really good at?

Destroy: "Playing Mario Cart. But Daddy's better than you. Type that in too."

Mom's response: Nah, I'd say we're about even.

Question: What is your mom not very good at?

Destroy: "Can't do guitar hero very well."

Mom's response: You'd think with all my years of piano... Alas, 'tis not so.

Question: What does your mom do for her job?

Destroy: "Keep an eye on us so we don't get lost."

Mom's response: Hope I don't go blind. I'd be worthless. Would I qualify for Disability?

Question: What is your mom's favorite food?

Destroy: "Cookies. And you know what your favorite dinner is? You would love Dinos. If you taste them, you'll love them. (Search adds, 'green beans!') And you know what your favorite restaurant is? Taco Bell."

Mom's response: My child is fixated on food.

Question: What makes you proud of your mom?

Destroy: "Getting something down for me upstairs. Like if I wanted something that I wouldn't hurt Search with and I promised not to hurt him."

Mom's response: Guess I'm not a midget after all.

Question:If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?

Destroy: "You would work in a truck."

Mom's response: Yeah, he doesn't quite know what a cartoon character is.

Question: What do you and your mom do together?

Destroy: "Type in that Search just kicked me. We like to play games. Like Sorry."

Mom's response: Yeah, like "You'll be sorry if you dump that out again!" Just kidding. We do play a lot of games.

Question: How are you and your mom the same?

Destroy: "If we're wearing the same shirt. And we both both like to play croquet outside when the grasshoppers are out."

Mom's response: Sheesh, I always seem to get our shirts mixed up in the laundry :) And by

grasshoppers I'm pretty sure he means chiggers. Which is why we own gallons of repellent.

Question: How are you and your mom different?

Destroy: "If we're wearing different shirts."

Mom's response: He's a literal kind of kid. I'd like to add that my menu consists of more than just three items.

Question: How do you know your mom loves you?

Destroy: "When you take me to Wendy's to eat. For lunch and for dinner."

Mom's response: Like I said. My kid is fixated on food. And he's also very clever. Now he knows that for me to show my love to him I have to take him out to eat. Well, I can show him other forms of love. Like swirlies and wet willies :)

We tag: Brandon, Dragonfly and Sophie.

The Joys of a Small Ward

As you have probably noticed, my blogging posts have been dwindling. I'd like to take this opportunity to attribute my lack of posts to my callings at church (which, believe it or not, I'm not complaining about). We are in an inner-city ward with few members capable of maintaining leadership positions. So, lucky for the few of us, we get to pick up all the slack.

I was first called as primary pianist. Which I have always loved. I show up, I play, I go home. Then I was called as Cubmaster. Which, I am learning to love. Don't get me wrong, I love doing all the activities, but I still feel inadequate for the position. I knew nothing about cub scouts before I got called and I still feel like I don't know that much. A couple of months ago, as a third calling, I was called as first counselor in the primary. It wasn't a shock because I knew it was coming and I was prepared for it. So now I find myself juggling cub scout pack meetings and activities, planning for sharing time and filling in for sunbeams. I'm still playing the piano in primary which poses a problem when I am supposed to be doing presidency-related things.

But, coming from a ward in Cali where callings were invented to make everyone feel included due to the high volume of educated and brilliant people, I feel needed here. And I'm loving it. Well, for now. Ask me a few months from now and I'm sure I'll give you a different answer!

Happy Fourth!

Better late than never, huh? This year my mom bought the kids some cute 4th of July paraphernalia when she was out here a couple of weeks ago. They each got a USA hat, a pair of very patriotic shorts and a white wife-beater. My mom found some fabric markers so that that could decorate their own shirts. They were very into the idea. Sounds like a tradition in the making! See those little American flags that they are holding? They only got to play with them for a few minutes before they were taken away. American flags should not be used as weapons.
Destroy is very into phonetic spelling. His shirt says, "God bles Umeriku. Hape 4th uv Jooly". Love it. Dang that English language. I don't correct him because a) it's so cute to see his version of spelling, and b) it breaks my heart to have to correct him when his phonetic spelling is actually way more correct than the actual spelling.

We spent the evening with quasi-family, the closest thing to family that we have out here. My sister-in-law's brother lives out here and invited us over. They have an awesome backyard with a pool and a playset. Destroy loved their basement with all their girly toys and big screen TV. Search fell asleep on the stairs around 10 while were able to enjoy their neighbors extravagant fireworks show. When I say extravagant, I mean the guy must have dropped a couple thousand bucks on fireworks.

MIA in June

We been real busy out here in Indiana.

Going on dates,

and being exceedingly cheesy,

swimming,

flying,

sunning,

being goofy,

smooching,

tackling,

Spidermaning,

hanging out with Nana,

hiking,

snoozing while sitting,

snoozing wherever we want,

stylishly snoozing in the car,

playing ball,

shakin' it at gymnastics,

jumping into "the presents",

hanging out,

cartwheeling,

building muscles,

performing,

watching girlfriend Savanna sing (she and Destroy really are an item at preschool),

lounging,

croqueting,