Waiting in Line
Pretty Nervous...
AAAAAHHH!
(my feet are 2nd from the left)
Maren didn't get a picture after I got off, but my legs were wobbly, my stomach was wobbly, and my breathing was wobbly! I survived. But I didn't take a second ride.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
I Can't Believe I Rode the Rocket!
Yes, me. The ride at Lagoon that shoots you WAY up in the air REALLY fast. Here are the pictures to prove it:
Waiting in Line
Pretty Nervous...
AAAAAHHH!
(my feet are 2nd from the left)
Maren didn't get a picture after I got off, but my legs were wobbly, my stomach was wobbly, and my breathing was wobbly! I survived. But I didn't take a second ride.
Waiting in Line
Pretty Nervous...
AAAAAHHH!
(my feet are 2nd from the left)
Maren didn't get a picture after I got off, but my legs were wobbly, my stomach was wobbly, and my breathing was wobbly! I survived. But I didn't take a second ride.
Is It Wrong to Love Your Appliance?
It wasn't the best timing, but when your old fridge all-of-a-sudden stops cooling, and the new part is pretty darn expensive (several hundred dollars), it's time to buy a new refrigerator. Thank goodness for Lowe's next-day delivery and Cheryl's second fridge in her basement!
After having it for a couple of months, all the tall people in the house LOVE this new fridge...and the short people too.
After having it for a couple of months, all the tall people in the house LOVE this new fridge...and the short people too.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
It's a "Dang"-er
Note: the quotation marks are only to help you pronounce the words the way we were doing it in our heads.
Many years ago, when Gary had very recently returned home from his (Danish-speaking) mission, he was reading something and came upon a word he couldn't remember the English definition for. He went and asked his sister what a "dang"-er was. "Dang"-er, "dang"-er, hmm, wasn't ringing a bell with her either. All of a sudden he realized the word was danger.
So in our family, we always talk about "dang"-ers. Imagine my embarrassment in the situation I found myself in today. I was doing my daily crossword puzzle, when I came upon a clue, "shru"-"blands". The answer had 6 letters beginning with H. Couldn't figure it out. More letters H--T-S... I asked Gary what a "shru"-"bland" was. He didn't know. More letters HE-THS. So the answer ends up being HEATHS. I told Gary the answer, he says it must be Scottish. And then he begins to laugh...really hard. And then I realize myself why he's laughing and begin to laugh too. Shrublands. You know, places where SHRUBS grow.
It's a "dang"-er all right.
p.s. it still looks like "shru"-"blands" to me...
Many years ago, when Gary had very recently returned home from his (Danish-speaking) mission, he was reading something and came upon a word he couldn't remember the English definition for. He went and asked his sister what a "dang"-er was. "Dang"-er, "dang"-er, hmm, wasn't ringing a bell with her either. All of a sudden he realized the word was danger.
So in our family, we always talk about "dang"-ers. Imagine my embarrassment in the situation I found myself in today. I was doing my daily crossword puzzle, when I came upon a clue, "shru"-"blands". The answer had 6 letters beginning with H. Couldn't figure it out. More letters H--T-S... I asked Gary what a "shru"-"bland" was. He didn't know. More letters HE-THS. So the answer ends up being HEATHS. I told Gary the answer, he says it must be Scottish. And then he begins to laugh...really hard. And then I realize myself why he's laughing and begin to laugh too. Shrublands. You know, places where SHRUBS grow.
It's a "dang"-er all right.
p.s. it still looks like "shru"-"blands" to me...
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Shout Out
A big thank you shout out to my friend Laura for her help in adding the blog buttons you now see on the right side of my blog. (And Laura I hope you realize that my copying your idea is definitely a form of flattery!) These buttons are from Leelou blogs--love them!
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Another Missionary Post
If you can stand reading one more post about my missionary son, then read on. If not, better skip this one.His new P-day is Monday, so now I have a reason to look forward to (what used-to-be) my least favorite day of the week. Sure enough, there was an email waiting for us when we got up Monday morning. He's in a smallish town (similar in size to American Fork) called Bernburg. He says there's a castle (schloss) in the town--with two bears in the moat. He says bears are the theme in his town. Gary immediately got on the internet and read all about Bernburg, its bears, and looked at pictures. He says he probably knows more about the city than Aubrey. Of course Aubrey will get the up close and personal view of everything!
Since we got to talk to him at the airport, then got an email two days later from him in the mission home, then an email from him 4 days later in his new area we were in heaven! But now we're back to the once-a-week communication. If you've read my previous post on this, you know how I feel about that. Gary even made the comment yesterday that waiting a week to hear from him is too long. Sigh.
This is what he said they'd been doing in the 3 days he'd been there: "On Friday we had to go shopping because no one had been using our apt. for a while (usually the trainer has already been in the city but in our case we were both new to Bernburg) and we needed some food. Then we started the work. I've done a little of everything so far. Some doors, some lessons, some street contacting (although there aren't a lot of people out on the street), and we met all the members at church yesterday." Sounds like what he'll be doing pretty much the next 22 months.
Here's what he said about the language: "I find it hard to understand people when they talk. [that's got to be an understatement, right?] Right now I'm just trying to focus and get all the words I can and realize when questions are directed towards me. They all have an accent, but my compy says that the people here actually speak pretty clear Deutsch compared to other parts of the mission." My brother says to tell him that he's the one with the accent!
As for the other missionaries in our family, one nephew (in Portugal) is 6 months away from coming home, another nephew (in Mexico) just passed his 1 year mark, and the other nephew (in Canada) says things are warming up in Ottawa--the temperature hasn't dropped below 5 degrees Celsius all week (that's about 40 degrees F. for all of us Americans).
The grandparents are pretty busy in the office. They will be speaking tomorrow in their branch (3rd time since they got there 2 months ago). They've also been called as YSA advisors (I told them it's because they are so young at heart). Dad says he doesn't know how they'll fit it all in, but I know they will do their best and the Lord will help them accomplish all he has for them to do.
I heart my missionary!
Since we got to talk to him at the airport, then got an email two days later from him in the mission home, then an email from him 4 days later in his new area we were in heaven! But now we're back to the once-a-week communication. If you've read my previous post on this, you know how I feel about that. Gary even made the comment yesterday that waiting a week to hear from him is too long. Sigh.
This is what he said they'd been doing in the 3 days he'd been there: "On Friday we had to go shopping because no one had been using our apt. for a while (usually the trainer has already been in the city but in our case we were both new to Bernburg) and we needed some food. Then we started the work. I've done a little of everything so far. Some doors, some lessons, some street contacting (although there aren't a lot of people out on the street), and we met all the members at church yesterday." Sounds like what he'll be doing pretty much the next 22 months.
Here's what he said about the language: "I find it hard to understand people when they talk. [that's got to be an understatement, right?] Right now I'm just trying to focus and get all the words I can and realize when questions are directed towards me. They all have an accent, but my compy says that the people here actually speak pretty clear Deutsch compared to other parts of the mission." My brother says to tell him that he's the one with the accent!
As for the other missionaries in our family, one nephew (in Portugal) is 6 months away from coming home, another nephew (in Mexico) just passed his 1 year mark, and the other nephew (in Canada) says things are warming up in Ottawa--the temperature hasn't dropped below 5 degrees Celsius all week (that's about 40 degrees F. for all of us Americans).
The grandparents are pretty busy in the office. They will be speaking tomorrow in their branch (3rd time since they got there 2 months ago). They've also been called as YSA advisors (I told them it's because they are so young at heart). Dad says he doesn't know how they'll fit it all in, but I know they will do their best and the Lord will help them accomplish all he has for them to do.
I heart my missionary!
Thursday, March 11, 2010
He's There!
I just got an email from Elder Aubrey Hatch who is alive and well in Germany! It was only a few sentences--mainly about his flight and how much sleep he was able to get. He did say that he's had his interview with his mission president, President Pimental, who is "so cool" and "very nice." AND, since his P-Day is Monday, we'll hear from him again very soon. Love it!
I heart my missionary!
I heart my missionary!
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Missionary Phone Calls are Awesome!
We just got off the phone with Aubrey. He's waiting in the SLC airport to make his way to Germany. It was good to hear his voice and laugh! I miss that laugh.
It's strange, none of us had anything terribly earth-shattering to say, there were even pauses when no one was saying anything, but just the fact that for 40 minutes we were all together (in voice) was really good. I didn't even tear up until I said the last goodbye and I love you. Then I just couldn't bring myself to hang up the phone.
(He asked me to remind him again when Mother's Day is. I told him the 2nd Sunday in May and he said, "Oh, like 2 months. We'll just do another 'MTC time' and we'll talk again."
OK, then--here's to 2 more months!)
Here are a few photos from the memory card he sent us this week:
He called this his "dramatic" pose
This one he called the "class picture"--these guys are all from AFHS
His district at the famous map: Elder Webb, Elder Hatch, Elder Redmon, Sister Swenson, Sister Scruggs
Elder Hatch & Elder Redmon in what he calls "the most patriotic picture ever"
It's strange, none of us had anything terribly earth-shattering to say, there were even pauses when no one was saying anything, but just the fact that for 40 minutes we were all together (in voice) was really good. I didn't even tear up until I said the last goodbye and I love you. Then I just couldn't bring myself to hang up the phone.
(He asked me to remind him again when Mother's Day is. I told him the 2nd Sunday in May and he said, "Oh, like 2 months. We'll just do another 'MTC time' and we'll talk again."
OK, then--here's to 2 more months!)
Here are a few photos from the memory card he sent us this week:
He called this his "dramatic" pose
This one he called the "class picture"--these guys are all from AFHS
His district at the famous map: Elder Webb, Elder Hatch, Elder Redmon, Sister Swenson, Sister Scruggs
Elder Hatch & Elder Redmon in what he calls "the most patriotic picture ever"
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