the carrot sticks, plaintiff vs. the lunch lady, defendant

The carrot sticks have been busy building their case, proving, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that their parents, despite their best intentions, are, in fact, incompetent.

Exhibit A: The oldest carrot stick was singing primary songs the other day. She sang "The wise man built his house upon the rock, . . . and the rains came tumbling down. The rains came down, and the FLOWERS came up, the rains came down the FLOWERS came up, . . . and the house on the rock stood still." How many years has she been attending church, week after week, and been forced to function under such a gross misapprehension -- that this song is about horticulture -- due to the negligent teaching of her parents?


Exhibit B: The youngest carrot stick was recently retelling the Joseph Smith story. According to him, the young boy Joseph was looking for the right church, and because they didn't have cars back then, he had to walk through the woods and when he was walking through the woods, trying to find the right church, Jesus Christ and Heavenly Father told him not to go to any of the churches. Just think what might have happened had he been on the Interstate.


And finally,

Exhibit C: With the Christmas season upon us, the carrot sticks have been busy decorating the house. The Lunch Lady went into the youngest carrot stick's room, to find the following display:



To the casual observer, it looks like a young boy playing with Cars. Innocent enough, until compared to the following, also displayed in his room:

The youngest carrot stick explained his Cars display thusly:

Please pay especial attention to the label on the 3 Ramone Cars. Not "wisemen" but "foolish men."

The carrot sticks rest their case.

The court finds in favor of the Plaintiffs.

bling bling

I know many of you have been waiting, with bated breath, for the unveiling of the latest bit of bling in my jewelry collection. Well wait no more. . .
The littlest carrot stick is quite thrilled and delighted by this, his find. He gloated several times saying "Dad said you wouldn't wear this!" and his dad, in turn, egged it on, saying (in my presence) "Won't Mom look great wearing your necklace at church?"

I'm pushing the idea that such a fine looking necklace might best be displayed in the most special way possible, on the Christmas tree.

I wish I had taken the picture with a quarter next to it, so you could really appreciate its grandeur.

Let's just say, that if it were a piece of armor, you wouldn't have to add much and you would have a complete armored breastplate.

old, eh??

Though the calendar says otherwise, my daughter must really be a teenager. She has now accused me of not knowing what junior high is like, and not remembering what it is like to be 12.

I must be old.

I must really be old.

Though some might say, "grow old gracefully." I will not. If I have to be old, I am going to be really good and old.

I am going to get a cane, a hairnet, 7 cats, a housecoat, start smacking my lips, dye my hair a really awful shade of red (to cover up all my gray), start calling people sonny, say eh?? a lot, and maybe, just maybe I'll start pinching peoples cheeks (whichever set is closer at hand).

Eh? Sonny? What's that? Well, back in my day we had respect for our elders. Dang whippersnapper.

ugg!

Ugg! It finally happened. I've been booted out of Primary and exiled into Relief Society.

I am sad.

I might just have to go out and get some Uggs in protest and as a sign of my discontent.

On a happier note, look at the crazy obsession people have with Ugg boots. . .

People have a strange fascination with these things. There are a ton of pictures on flickr that are linked to Ugg boots. My favorite caption was "Okay Mr. Jackson Pollock I'm a super hip artist who doesn't bathe because I'm anti-establishment and spends his days working on the boardwalk to seem like a free spirit guy. Go walk around in your Ugg boots and make your phone call."

But, as frequently happens, the picture didn't live up to the potential of its caption.

Maybe I'll get my Uggs in Magenta. . .

another rose in snow picture

the response to my last rose picture was so overwhelming, I thought I'd torture you with another.

Enjoy.

Or else.

hoops and yoyo say hi!

Nan is to blame for my love affair with Hoops and Yoyo. She sent me my first Hoops and Yoyo e-card for my birthday last year, and I have been hooked ever since. (However, you can now buy real cardboardy Hoops and Yoyo cards at Wal-Mart and I feel a little betrayed.)

But, in honor of the upcoming holiday (Who's Excited for Thanksgiving????!!!!!!!!!!!! ((was that enough ? and !, Kate?))) here is a little Hoops and Yoyo fun.

cool pict, huh?

just another cool fall day.

happy halloween

the little trick-or-treaters . . .

a bloody vampire, a mighty hunter, and busy, busy bumblebee (actually, I think the tiara by her antennae means she is a Queen Bee), and the ladybugdog.

One kid in our ward came to the trunk-or-treat dressed as "A One Night Stand" -- a box around his body and a lampshade on his head. Appropriate? Or not?