Sunday, April 11, 2010
HELP!
So, much to my dismay, after several failed attempts to change the template on my blog, it is still unchanged. For some crazy reason, I can't change the template at all. I used this generic wintery template from CutestBlogOnTheBlock or something and now it seems to be stuck. I have encountered the same issue on my sister's blog that I am updating for her. Has any one else ever had this trouble? Can any one HELP?
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Who Is Who?
Monday, December 7, 2009
Temple Square
We sent Nat off to the MTC last Wednesday. We were able to spend a few last moments with her at temple square the night before. The lights were beautiful. Rhiannon was so relieved to see all of the other sister missionaries there; she thought, for some reason, that Nat being a missionary meant that she would have to turn into an "elder"...ha ha ha. It was comforting for her to realize that Nat can be a missionary AND remain female. These other pictures are the morning that she went into the MTC. We haven't heard from her yet but we are anxiously waiting. Yay for sister missionaries!!!
Monday, November 23, 2009
Wasn't going to share BUT...
So I totally wasn't going to share this story, but my mom talked me into it tonight.
It starts like this---we had this mouse (that's the part I didn't want to share...I thought it sounded like we had a filthy house or something....but my mom assured me that lots of people are having this problem this year.) Dusty was the one to announce it's first appearance. I was cooking dinner one night, while he and the kids sat like ravaging wolves at the dinner table (JK) and we were having a very casual conversation with one another. And then it happened; that little bugger scurried accross the kitchen floor darting from under the fridge to under the dishwasher. I nearly lost Dusty that night, you see, we all have this terrible phobia of those disgusting little creatures. So Dusty ran Britt's jumper to pick her up, mind you she as a minimum of a ten foot distance from the scene of the event, to ensure her safety. He and the other kids took a perched position on the kitchen table as we began to contemplate what to do with the thing. You can imagine what kind of caos this little scene stirred up. Rhiannon and Cy nearly in tears staning next to the big burley man they call their father, waiting for their helpless mother to prove heroine. Sorry to disappoint, but I proved quite less than heroine. My only solution was to obtain a mouse trap IMMEDIATELY (or two). And that we did.
So the savage hunt for the little mouse began. We strategically placed multiple traps in hopes of tricking the nasty thing. After much research and wisdom from previous mouse hunters, we determined that we should add a touch of peanutbutter to the trap to ensure a garuntee success of Operation Mouse Removal. Upon awakening the next morning we experienced our first taunting from the small creature. It literally looked as if he had licked the peanutbutter from the trap managing to not set it. So again, we repositioned the traps and sat and sat and waited and waited, only to find, the following morning, another display of mockery. Still no capture of the beady eyed rodent.
Days began to pass with occasional sitings of the brave little mouse but still no capture. The interest from the kids in checking the trap began to decrease. We were nearly to the point of seeking out more drastic measures when the secrets of the little mouse friend were revealed. Let me back up just a little. Each night before bed I obssessively cleaned up the floors in the kitchen to be certain that I was not feeding this little house guest. And every morning when I would wake up I would find crumbs scattered about in front of the dishwasher. Silly me, I thought simply that I was too hurried the night before and didn't take the time to do a thorough enough job of sweeping and mopping. So each night to follow I would try to be more and more meticulous only to feel as though I had again failed. Then, the confessions from a sweet 5 year old girl tied all of the loose ended questions together.
Saturday morning I awoke to find Rhiannon ecstatic that the mouse had eaten the raspberry muffin crumbs she had left the previous evening. She then went on to so proudly declare to me that she had been routinely feeding the furry pest because she felt sorry for it. The mouse must have overheard the conversation and felt with no more enablers, he was doomed at last.
It was Saturday evening when little mouse made his suicide run...accross the kitchen floor right before, yet again, Dusty's very eyes. It was into a slight opening between the wall and my hutch that the mouse found a small crumb he had his heart set on; then the loud noises, and me and Dusty finding ourselves standing, yet again, on chairs to avoid the little vermon. It was a good thing that Nat was still living with us, Fearless Nat. We called her down to aid in Operation Mouse Removal only to find her joining us on a kitchen chair as well. We had a barbell in the kitchen for some strange reason, (you cannot tell me it was simply this little guy's time to go) and it later served as the weapon of choice to send poor mousey to the other side. Literally, none of us dared get a closer distance than on the direct opposite end of the barbell to the creature. It was then that our genious planned was put into action.
We carefully slid the trap to the only opening the poor mouse might have had to escape, keeping our safe 5 foot distance, mind you and then we just sat. I am not sure if words can truly paint a vivid enough picture for you to truly understand the circus-like-nature of this ordeal. It truly was nothing short of histarical. I won't petrify you with the grafic details to follow. Just know that little mouse friend is no more and it is for the greater good of my kitchen chairs and my sanity. And might I add, Dusty should be feeling extremely blessed to have such strong women in his life. Ha ha ha.
Now, sweet Rhiannon fully understands that there will be a day in the future when she will have a pet but it will NEVER, and might I repeat NEVER, be of the rodent sort. Whew...peace at last.
It starts like this---we had this mouse (that's the part I didn't want to share...I thought it sounded like we had a filthy house or something....but my mom assured me that lots of people are having this problem this year.) Dusty was the one to announce it's first appearance. I was cooking dinner one night, while he and the kids sat like ravaging wolves at the dinner table (JK) and we were having a very casual conversation with one another. And then it happened; that little bugger scurried accross the kitchen floor darting from under the fridge to under the dishwasher. I nearly lost Dusty that night, you see, we all have this terrible phobia of those disgusting little creatures. So Dusty ran Britt's jumper to pick her up, mind you she as a minimum of a ten foot distance from the scene of the event, to ensure her safety. He and the other kids took a perched position on the kitchen table as we began to contemplate what to do with the thing. You can imagine what kind of caos this little scene stirred up. Rhiannon and Cy nearly in tears staning next to the big burley man they call their father, waiting for their helpless mother to prove heroine. Sorry to disappoint, but I proved quite less than heroine. My only solution was to obtain a mouse trap IMMEDIATELY (or two). And that we did.
So the savage hunt for the little mouse began. We strategically placed multiple traps in hopes of tricking the nasty thing. After much research and wisdom from previous mouse hunters, we determined that we should add a touch of peanutbutter to the trap to ensure a garuntee success of Operation Mouse Removal. Upon awakening the next morning we experienced our first taunting from the small creature. It literally looked as if he had licked the peanutbutter from the trap managing to not set it. So again, we repositioned the traps and sat and sat and waited and waited, only to find, the following morning, another display of mockery. Still no capture of the beady eyed rodent.
Days began to pass with occasional sitings of the brave little mouse but still no capture. The interest from the kids in checking the trap began to decrease. We were nearly to the point of seeking out more drastic measures when the secrets of the little mouse friend were revealed. Let me back up just a little. Each night before bed I obssessively cleaned up the floors in the kitchen to be certain that I was not feeding this little house guest. And every morning when I would wake up I would find crumbs scattered about in front of the dishwasher. Silly me, I thought simply that I was too hurried the night before and didn't take the time to do a thorough enough job of sweeping and mopping. So each night to follow I would try to be more and more meticulous only to feel as though I had again failed. Then, the confessions from a sweet 5 year old girl tied all of the loose ended questions together.
Saturday morning I awoke to find Rhiannon ecstatic that the mouse had eaten the raspberry muffin crumbs she had left the previous evening. She then went on to so proudly declare to me that she had been routinely feeding the furry pest because she felt sorry for it. The mouse must have overheard the conversation and felt with no more enablers, he was doomed at last.
It was Saturday evening when little mouse made his suicide run...accross the kitchen floor right before, yet again, Dusty's very eyes. It was into a slight opening between the wall and my hutch that the mouse found a small crumb he had his heart set on; then the loud noises, and me and Dusty finding ourselves standing, yet again, on chairs to avoid the little vermon. It was a good thing that Nat was still living with us, Fearless Nat. We called her down to aid in Operation Mouse Removal only to find her joining us on a kitchen chair as well. We had a barbell in the kitchen for some strange reason, (you cannot tell me it was simply this little guy's time to go) and it later served as the weapon of choice to send poor mousey to the other side. Literally, none of us dared get a closer distance than on the direct opposite end of the barbell to the creature. It was then that our genious planned was put into action.
We carefully slid the trap to the only opening the poor mouse might have had to escape, keeping our safe 5 foot distance, mind you and then we just sat. I am not sure if words can truly paint a vivid enough picture for you to truly understand the circus-like-nature of this ordeal. It truly was nothing short of histarical. I won't petrify you with the grafic details to follow. Just know that little mouse friend is no more and it is for the greater good of my kitchen chairs and my sanity. And might I add, Dusty should be feeling extremely blessed to have such strong women in his life. Ha ha ha.
Now, sweet Rhiannon fully understands that there will be a day in the future when she will have a pet but it will NEVER, and might I repeat NEVER, be of the rodent sort. Whew...peace at last.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Sister Aplanalp's Blog
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Mixed Emotions
So Nat moved out today. Wow! I didn't realize how hard this was going to be for me. I mean, ya, I did think that I would miss her and ya I totally knew how much she did for us but this just isn't going to be fun at all. The thing that is so important though is that I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that there are people waiting for her in Oklahoma and that is where the Lord needs her right now. I am so grateful for that assurance. This post is a shout out to Nat!!!-----
Thanks so much for all you did and all you are. You are a wonderful example for me and my family. Can't wait to hear all of your stories. We love you very much.
Love,
Megan
Thanks so much for all you did and all you are. You are a wonderful example for me and my family. Can't wait to hear all of your stories. We love you very much.
Love,
Megan
Sunday, November 8, 2009
That Terrible "C" Word
The above pictures don't necessarily relate to the what this paragraph will talk about but I wanted to include them.
So I have come to one of those walls. You know what I am talking about, right? A tremendously huge roadblock that the road I am traveling on has brought me to. It is one of those stone walls that has forced me to contemplate where I am at on that road and how I will move forward. There have been several things in my life that I have been struggling with and I have yet to take control and bust through them. Instead, I have conveniently figured out how to build a road AROUND them. So this week has I have come to a realization that CHANGE stinks but it is the only way I will get through this wall. I have come up with an action plan for each of these struggles and I plan to over come them. It has been an incredibly peaceful experience. As part of this experience I have learned that stating my plan out loud will help me to be accountable for all of my plans; therefore, I am telling all of you about this epiphany. And so my journey of CHANGE begins...
We have enrolled in a class called Financial Peace University to gain CONTROL of our budget.
I have signed up to be a part of an 8 week weight loss challenge to gain CONTROL of my health.
I have started a new calendaring system to gain CONTROL of my schedule.
And let me tell you...it feels so GOOD!!
CHANGE IS GOOD!!!
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