Happy Birthday Mom! I Wore An Apron of Yours Today..

Dear Mom.

Dear Mom,

Please do a new post.

-Megan

P.S. Or I will make the roof my new hanging out place.

Nutcracker Pictures

Contents Under Pressure

In all my excitement of finishing my first official Christmas project of the season, I forgot to take a picture of it before Rich and I miraculously stuffed it into a large flat rate shipping box, which will explode when it's opened, like those pressurized biscuit cans do when you bang them on the counter. This is what the project was: a twin sized four-patch quilt made with fabric that I inherited from my mom when she passed away in May. I have five siblings, and divided the cloth into six color groupings. Each Christmas I'm going to give one of my siblings a quilt that I've made with my mom's fabric. She left two 18 gallon containers full. She sewed aprons and pillowcases and was an accomplished embroiderer. I'm sending it to my sister in Colorado today.

I have a Blog??

Meg's First Day of 9th Grade

Sometimes I forget that I have a blog. It's four weeks late, but here is Meg's adorable first day of school photo. She's a ninth grader now. Her favorite classes are: Spanish, sewing and Seminary. She's doing well in math, too. Thanks, Mr. Fitzgerald.

The day after school started, I got a call from Hurricane Intermediate School, asking me to come and interview for the Computer Lab Assistant position I'd applied for. I'd applied for it over a month before then, and thought I wasn't getting the job because school had already started. So, Rich and I were going to attend BYU Education week. But it was only if I hadn't gotten one of the SEVEN jobs I'd applied for.

So, of course, I said I'd come and interview, cancelled the BYU and staying with the Thaynes plans and took in my resume and interviewed. The next day I was offered the job. Hurray!! I really wanted this one and I love it so far. I work with 6th and 7th graders in the writing lab, helping them get started taking computerized book quizzes, etc. Someday I will take my picture holding my official name badge. I work 2-3 days a week, and get home 45 minutes before Megan. I leave 45 minutes before she does, which is very early for me. It's a great thing that I have been sleeping better lately.

Send Me Some ZZZZZZ's

My personal alphabet of life doesn't have a "z" in it. When I go to bed at night I close my eyes and breathe. After two or three hours of just laying there, I start thinking about the national debt, Michael Jackson's mother getting custody of his children, who I'm going to vote for in 2012, and about my food storage little black bug infestation. This should explain why I've looked and acted like an "ombie" this past year. And why this is such a short post. And why I use such short sentences. And why I haven't posted very often.