Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Conference Issuue Ensign
Is that Mr. Crump on pg. 58 (I think) of the general conference issue of the Ensign? Anyone? It's just before Elder Uchdorf's Priesthood session talk. Check it out.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Picnic Anyone?
Who wants to have a picnic? I have seedless watermelon, potato, broccoli & bow tie pasta salad, deviled eggs, chips & more. We could buy some rib eye steaks on sale for $5 per pound or hot dogs @$1 Oscar Meyer for the kids.
We could go several places: Saturday is best to do this stuff.
North to Antelope Island where they are doing:
Pioneer stuff from 10am to 4pm,
Junior Ranger Program @4pm: Aquatic Life in the GSL
Kids can use a microscope to get a closer look at the critters that live in the Great Salt Lake. Participants should meet at the Bridger Bay Beach north parking lot, and be prepared to wade in the water.
801.721.9569 - http://statepa... nd/events.html - 5/23/09
Ages: 6-12 - Time: 4pm - Cost: Free with park admission
While up there: we could go to the Hill Field MuseumFREE
South: Picnic at the Provo Canyon Park where the wedding breakfast is or go up the canyon to the special spot Jory & Sarah got engaged.
Bean Museum at BYU Museum Animal Show: Reptiles
Reptiles are the topic of the museum's Monday and Saturday animal shows.
801.422.5051 - http://mlbean.byu.edu
Ongoing Each Mon, Sat; check with location for exceptions.
Ages: 4-18 - Time: Sat 1pm - Cost: Free
or Springville Museum in Springville
Downtown:
Ride trax, fountains & the Church Museum.
Sunday is Music as Healing," Michael Ballam, Madeleine Festival, May 24, 8 p.m., Cathedral of the Madeleine, free
Give us your suggestions for a super-if-ic holiday weekend.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Fantastic First Grade Circus
The Funnest Show on Earth was the Willow Elementary circus, Hunter & his first grade friends presented at the high school to a packed crowd. All 250 children performed amazing tricks such as: tight rope walking, horse riding, weight lifting, Jazz players(Hunter), men on stilts, ball bouncers, dancer, tumblers and so much more.
Eat your heart out Barnum & Bailey. You'll want to hire the Crosman & First Grade Gang.
The price was unbeatable(free!),
The actors unfeatable (No one's better),
The creativity unbelievable (Who thinks this up?)
The spectators unseatable (Popping up & down taking photos),
The fun unspeakable (none better).
Sadness from missing it untreatable (buy the dvd).
It was a great job to a pretty amazing group of 6 & 7 year old children that sang, "I'm Proud to be an American," for the finale and the end to a terrific performance. P.S. Hunter even made a basket!!
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Mom and Me: Top Ten
Last night, I said something like "let's get this movie started - o -ramma - kin?" As the words came out of my mouth, I thought "that sounded just like something mom would say." To top it off Jed said "you just sounded like your mom."
Let's face it, we all turn into our moms to some extent as we get older. I'd like to think this is healthy. As I thought about it, there are a lot of ways that I'm like my mom, and a lot of ways that I'm different:
Like my mom; top ten:
- Last night I was awake from 2:00-3:40, in bed, wishing I was asleep, like mom.
- I find myself trying to reuse Ziploc bags.
- I think I'm a hard worker, like mom.
- I fall asleep at 8:30 or 9:00, "watching" a movie and try to claim that I'm awake.
- I'm semi-crafty. (whereas mom is fully-crafty)
- In some ways, I'm pretty cheap like mom; but I will splurge on something I really want.
- I try to throw random ingredients into something for dinner. I'm not as successful at this as mom.
- I like jogging like mom (I only picked up this habit AFTER mom's done some pretty impressive things. 10K anyone?)
- I'm trying to get a green-thumb like my mom. I think I'll have a practical garden like her. I keep calling and asking for advice/info.
- I've learned the importance of having the Spirit from my mom. There's nothing better then knowing that when she is up at 4:00 am, she's reading her scriptures and meditating. I hope that I can demonstrate this same amount of faithfulness throughout my life like she has done.
Some differences:
- (I do like to use Ziploc bags for things though. To keep organized, you know? - like in my 72 hour kit, or for things in the glove box, etc.)
- I think I'm fairly organized - not to the extent of Alicia, mind you, but a little more than mom - hers is an "organization of chaos." (She does seem to be able to find what she's looking for - eventually.)
- I do not talk to strangers about how I know a brother of a cousin of a neighbor (mom, you are like grandma just a little bit!)
- Mom's a performer: I would rather die than have to be in front of people.
- I like to "junk it!" Purging is a great feeling; getting rid of things you haven't used or don't use. I love it. Mom keeps a lot of things, but is slowly getting rid of some things. It feels good to purge.
Well, there you have it! All of us Schmidt kids have qualities from mom. I think we balance each other fairly well. What traits did you get from mom?
Friday, May 8, 2009
MOTHERS and MOMS
I know this is long - but well worth the read!
This is for the mothers who have sat up
all night with sick toddlers in their arms,
wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer
wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying,
"It's okay honey, Mommy's here."
Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end
soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.
This is for all the mothers who show up at
work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains
on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and
make cookies and sew Halloween costumes.
And all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to
babies they'll never see. And the mothers
who took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for the mothers whose priceless art
collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars. And that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?"
they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't
have missed it for the world,"
and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with
their children and explained all about making
babies. And for all the (grand)mothers who
wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
This is for all the mothers who go
hungry, so their children can eat.
For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon"
twice a night for a year. And then read it again,
"Just one more time."
This is for all the mothers who taught
their children to tie their shoelaces before
they started school. And for all the mothers
who opted for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons
to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?"
in a crowd, even though they know their
own offspring are at home -- or even away
at college -- or have their own families.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids
to school with stomach aches, assuring them
they'd be just FINE once they got there, only
to get calls from the school nurse an hour later
asking them to please pick them up. Right away.
This is for mothers whose children have gone
astray, who can't find the words to reach them.
For all the mothers who bite their lips until they
bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.
For all the mothers of the victims of
recent school shootings, and the mothers
of those who did the shooting.
For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.
This is for all the mothers who taught their
children to be peaceful, and now pray
they come home safely from a war.
What makes a good mother anyway?
Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and
sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache she feels when she
watches her son or daughter disappear
down the street, walking to school alone
for the very first time?
The jolt that takes her from sleep to
dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put
her hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
The panic, years later, that comes again
at 2 A.M. when she just wants to hear
their key in the door and know they
are safe again in her home?
Or the need to flee from wherever she is
and hug her child when she hears news
of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
The emotions of motherhood are
universal and so our thoughts are for
young mothers stumbling through diaper
changes and sleep deprivation...
And for mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all. For all of us...
Hang in there. In the end we can
only do the best we can. Tell them
every day that we love them. And pray
and never stop being a mother...
This is for the mothers who have sat up
all night with sick toddlers in their arms,
wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer
wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying,
"It's okay honey, Mommy's here."
Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end
soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.
This is for all the mothers who show up at
work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains
on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and
make cookies and sew Halloween costumes.
And all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to
babies they'll never see. And the mothers
who took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for the mothers whose priceless art
collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars. And that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?"
they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't
have missed it for the world,"
and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with
their children and explained all about making
babies. And for all the (grand)mothers who
wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
This is for all the mothers who go
hungry, so their children can eat.
For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon"
twice a night for a year. And then read it again,
"Just one more time."
This is for all the mothers who taught
their children to tie their shoelaces before
they started school. And for all the mothers
who opted for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons
to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?"
in a crowd, even though they know their
own offspring are at home -- or even away
at college -- or have their own families.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids
to school with stomach aches, assuring them
they'd be just FINE once they got there, only
to get calls from the school nurse an hour later
asking them to please pick them up. Right away.
This is for mothers whose children have gone
astray, who can't find the words to reach them.
For all the mothers who bite their lips until they
bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.
For all the mothers of the victims of
recent school shootings, and the mothers
of those who did the shooting.
For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.
This is for all the mothers who taught their
children to be peaceful, and now pray
they come home safely from a war.
What makes a good mother anyway?
Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and
sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache she feels when she
watches her son or daughter disappear
down the street, walking to school alone
for the very first time?
The jolt that takes her from sleep to
dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put
her hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
The panic, years later, that comes again
at 2 A.M. when she just wants to hear
their key in the door and know they
are safe again in her home?
Or the need to flee from wherever she is
and hug her child when she hears news
of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
The emotions of motherhood are
universal and so our thoughts are for
young mothers stumbling through diaper
changes and sleep deprivation...
And for mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all. For all of us...
Hang in there. In the end we can
only do the best we can. Tell them
every day that we love them. And pray
and never stop being a mother...
Thursday, May 7, 2009
5-7-9
Today’s date is 05/07/09. There used to be a clothing store in the mall with the same name. I liked going there to brag that I was one of those sizes, because it meant you were small. It didn’t matter if I bought a necklace or the largest size they had as long as I was ‘small’.
I was a very, very fat baby with jowls big enough to knock people over. Consequently my brother thought I was still fat when I turned twenty. He'd call me the 'fat' sister. Sandra, the oldest was the 'thin' sister. When his future wife met me, she was astounded to see that I wasn’t fat at all. Years later she asked if it bothered me to be described that way. I told her, no! I knew I wasn’t heavy so why worry about it.
Still I did brag about finding a dress that was a size 2 that fit me. Who wouldn’t? It’s natural for a woman to want to be size 5, 7 or 9, although I pushed on years ago from those numbers. ‘What a man thinketh’ he is or the famous, ‘It’s not what’s on the outside that counts, but what’s on the inside’. I agree some of the plainest, heaviest and weirdest looking people are the ones people are drawn to, because they don’t worry about the superficial and are just genuinely terrific.
Are you a 5-7-9 or popular by personality, patience or productivity?
I was a very, very fat baby with jowls big enough to knock people over. Consequently my brother thought I was still fat when I turned twenty. He'd call me the 'fat' sister. Sandra, the oldest was the 'thin' sister. When his future wife met me, she was astounded to see that I wasn’t fat at all. Years later she asked if it bothered me to be described that way. I told her, no! I knew I wasn’t heavy so why worry about it.
Still I did brag about finding a dress that was a size 2 that fit me. Who wouldn’t? It’s natural for a woman to want to be size 5, 7 or 9, although I pushed on years ago from those numbers. ‘What a man thinketh’ he is or the famous, ‘It’s not what’s on the outside that counts, but what’s on the inside’. I agree some of the plainest, heaviest and weirdest looking people are the ones people are drawn to, because they don’t worry about the superficial and are just genuinely terrific.
Are you a 5-7-9 or popular by personality, patience or productivity?
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Bachelor cum laude
I was suprised too when noticing the C next to Jory's name, which meant he had a grade point average of 3.6. How is this possible for a student that looses his homework, appears to be asleep in class and even forgets he signed up to take the ?test. The only explanation for it is that the Lord had a hand in it, all the way.
What a wonderful day to see our grown son accept his Bachelor's degree today. He's all grown up and ready to leave a bachelor's life behind him in eight short weeks. It's such a joy to have four college graduates and know I helped get them there with encouragement, money and a little prodding. They did most of it themselves, though.
Congratulations, Jory. A job well done. Don't stop here, keep going.
I'll post pictures when I can get the computer to work.
What a wonderful day to see our grown son accept his Bachelor's degree today. He's all grown up and ready to leave a bachelor's life behind him in eight short weeks. It's such a joy to have four college graduates and know I helped get them there with encouragement, money and a little prodding. They did most of it themselves, though.
Congratulations, Jory. A job well done. Don't stop here, keep going.
I'll post pictures when I can get the computer to work.
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