Wednesday, January 16, 2008
blogiversary
Today is my 1 year blogiversary! How I wish I was more prepared with some insightful thoughts to share. Instead I'm stressing over the fact that we leave on Friday morning for our Hawaiian vacation and I'm still trying to pin down arrangements for my children that evening until my parents get back in to town to take them for the week. Tomorrow looms full of things to be done before I go. I need a list, but the thought of making one right now makes me tired, so to bed instead, I said!
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
lots of random...in random order
I really seem to be in a funk with blogging right now. It's not that I don't want to blog, or that I don't have anything to blog about. I just seem to be having a hard time sitting down and doing it right now. But, I'm determined to get a few things in writing before I forget. Hence, lots of random in random order.
1. January 3rd, 2008 was a Thursday. We will now remember it as the day that we became the "proud" owners of what I'm sure will prove to be a very expensive penny. We were in the process of getting ready for a ward activity when my little sister found Gracie in the office with a panicked look on her face. It seemed that she was choking on something, so Katie picked her up and called for help. Jon was there quickly and they tried to fish out whatever it was that Grace had eaten. This is no surprise for us. Grace puts things in her mouth more than either of my first two did. I am constantly fishing out her latest taste test. In any case, whatever it was seemed to have been pushed down or spit out. When Jon brought her to me, she was acting and breathing fine, just a little mad from several fingers shoved in her mouth. We decided to keep our eye on her for the night, just to be safe. We continued to get ready for the activity and headed to the church. About the time that the opening prayer was offered, Grace threw up all over Jon and the gym floor. We hoped that whatever is was had been expelled in the process. But, every now and then she would gag like she was trying to throw something up. At one point she took a nap while I held her, but when she woke up she acted like she was in pain. But, then she was fine again. I took my sister home afterwards while Jon was in a meeting, and within minutes of leaving my parents house my mother called to let me know that they all thought I should take her in for x-rays, just to be safe. When we found her there were a couple of paper clips in the area, so we thought that one of them might have been swallowed. Jon came home and we decided to take her to the ER, because I knew I wasn't going to sleep anyways without knowing for sure. I fully expected them to send us home, because of course Grace was smiling and laughing, with only the occasional attempt at throwing up, which produced nothing. They performed an x-ray and then we waited. But not for long. The doctor returned to let us know that she was moving ahead of about 4 people, which is great in most cases, but not in the ER because it means that things are more serious that you want them to be. It turned out that she had what they thought was a quarter lodged in her throat, by the aortic arch, wherever that is. Removal itself was a simple process. Done by a surgeon, they would put her under general anesthesia and go in and pull it out. The whole thing should take no more that ten minutes, they said. There was just one problem. Our hospital couldn't do it because she was too small for the equipment that they had, according to the ER doc, but he called the surgeon just to make sure. Instead we would need to go to a larger hospital about an hour away. This in itself was frustrating because we may be a small town, but our hospital serves a fairly large number of people, so you would think they could handle something like this. Not only did we need to go to Grand Junction, but he wanted to send us up by ambulance. Eeek. I understood the logic, though. If by chance the "quarter" moved during the drive and Grace was unable to breath, the last thing anyone wanted was for us to be by ourselves on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere with no help around. So, they hooked up an IV, Jon and his father gave Grace a blessing, I was strapped to a gurney with Grace asleep on my chest, and off we went. Jon was supposed to follow with his dad, unfortunately I had the car keys in my pocket, in the ambulance, and my cell phone was off. They followed in Herb's truck, knowing that we would have to buy another car seat up there in order to bring her home. The ambulance ride was uneventful, thank goodness. I did learn, however, that you should ALWAYS go to the bathroom before taking a ride in one if you can help it. They are certainly not a smooth ride, and I was dying by the time we got there. They were expecting us, and we soon met with the surgeon, followed by the anesthesiologist. They took my baby to the OR, and came back with a penny instead of a quarter. All was well. We left Grand Junction about 6 hours after first going to the ER, which I have to admit was pretty good as far as timing was concerned. If only we didn't have a lingering suspicion that we were sent to Junction because the surgeon here just didn't want to be bothered with coming in that late. Mostly this suspicion was fueled by the anesthesiologist in Grand Junction, and his questions "out of curiosity" about the reason we were given for needing to go up there. Plus his remark about them being everyone's "dumping ground." That's great. He wasn't upset with us, obviously, but if that was the case, then I'm going to be furious because it will end up costing us more money than it should have.
2. While I maintained my composure throughout the whole penny incident, which surprised even me, it didn't last. Of course Fast Sunday was just a couple days afterward, and I knew I would be up there. How could I not when we had been spared from something that could have turned out far worse? I was great until I hit the stand, and was crying before I even started speaking. Jon was in the hall with Gracie, and couldn't even tell it was me through all the blubbering until he made out the word "penny." I kept it short. I made several people cry, too. Then I sat down next to Derrick and he looked at me and said, "Mom, were you just acting that?" I had to laugh.
3. On Monday we left the kids with Jon's parents in order to go to Utah and attend my little sister's sealing. Since we were flying solo, we got to enjoy some time with my brother and his new wife. The sealer did a nice job, despite the circumstances. I know, those "circumstances" remain a mystery to many. A mystery which I'm not allowed to elaborate on without creating problems, so I won't. What I will say is that I'm glad it's over. I'm glad the reception back here is finished, too. Now we can all move forward and hope for the best. Enough said.
4. I have three days left before our Hawaiian vacation begins. Jon's parents purchased a timeshare here in 2006, and last year they "banked" their week so they could get two suites this year and take all the adults. I can hardly believe it. We've been building up to this for over a year. I'm excited and anxious. Excited to be going, anxious to leave my children for 10 days. Looking forward to adult time and activities, but worried about the flight. If you can believe it, Jon and I have never flown anywhere together, EVER. We're drivers, for the most part. It's not that I'm afraid of flying, I somewhat enjoy it. But I've never been on a flight that lasted more than a couple hours, or one that crossed an ocean, hence my trepidation. I know my children will be fine, and we intend to enjoy ourselves. I already have a digital kit ready to document the event. So, today begins the packing, anxious not to forget anything. Of course, I still need to work out arrangements for my children during the day on Friday. Those pesky details.
5. For Christmas Jon's mother gave me the Twilight trilogy. I've been hearing all about these books for some time now, but didn't have a burning desire to ready them. I even had one friend who was in the middle of reading them when the final Harry Potter came out this summer, and she postponed reading Harry Potter until she was done with the Twilight series. This I could not understand. But, I'm about halfway through the second book and I will confess that I'm enjoying them. I won't yet concede that the saga of Bella and Edward is worthy of trumping good old Harry. That remains to be seen. No doubt I'll have completed them all by the time I return from Hawaii. I'll try to remember to give my review.
6. I've been driving now for almost 14 years, pretty successfully I might add. I've only been pulled over once, for a headlight being out, and I was just given a warning. That all changed on Friday. I wasn't speeding. I was impatient and stupid. I blame my children's principal. Why? Because he has designed the worst possible drop-off/pick-up scenario known to mankind. He ignored logic and opted for stupidity. That is why I pick my children up at the mailboxes in my mother's neighborhood, which backs up to our school. Anyways, at 3:05 traffic is backed up for great distances in both directions waiting to get in to the school parking lot. It's a mess. Unfortunately, I arrived two cars too late on Friday to easily turn in to my mother's subdivision. But, the entrance was right there. I knew the traffic in the opposite lane wouldn't be a problem because they were all stuck, too. So I did it. I swung in to the opposite lane so I could drive past two cars and turn in to my mother's neighborhood, thus avoiding the nervous breakdown of my children when they didn't seen my car and thought I had forgotten them. What I didn't see was the police car in the line ahead of me, three cars ahead. And...he followed me in. Of course I hadn't replace my insurance card yet either. So, I was cited for illegal use of the left-hand lane and failure to provide proof of insurance. I have a summons for Valentine's Day. I'm sure I'll just go in and pay the fine, though. I can't pretend that I didn't deserve the ticket. I did. But I'm still blaming Dr. Tomlin (and yes, he makes you call him Dr. Tomlin, which makes me like him even less.)
7. My husband bought a toy Slurpee machine...for himself. Have you seen these? They actually make a pretty darn realistic Slurpee, if you have about 10 minutes to wait for one. But, since we don't have any access to the real thing, this will have to do.
Perhaps now I can get back on the blogwagon. Even if I'm leaving town in a few days.
1. January 3rd, 2008 was a Thursday. We will now remember it as the day that we became the "proud" owners of what I'm sure will prove to be a very expensive penny. We were in the process of getting ready for a ward activity when my little sister found Gracie in the office with a panicked look on her face. It seemed that she was choking on something, so Katie picked her up and called for help. Jon was there quickly and they tried to fish out whatever it was that Grace had eaten. This is no surprise for us. Grace puts things in her mouth more than either of my first two did. I am constantly fishing out her latest taste test. In any case, whatever it was seemed to have been pushed down or spit out. When Jon brought her to me, she was acting and breathing fine, just a little mad from several fingers shoved in her mouth. We decided to keep our eye on her for the night, just to be safe. We continued to get ready for the activity and headed to the church. About the time that the opening prayer was offered, Grace threw up all over Jon and the gym floor. We hoped that whatever is was had been expelled in the process. But, every now and then she would gag like she was trying to throw something up. At one point she took a nap while I held her, but when she woke up she acted like she was in pain. But, then she was fine again. I took my sister home afterwards while Jon was in a meeting, and within minutes of leaving my parents house my mother called to let me know that they all thought I should take her in for x-rays, just to be safe. When we found her there were a couple of paper clips in the area, so we thought that one of them might have been swallowed. Jon came home and we decided to take her to the ER, because I knew I wasn't going to sleep anyways without knowing for sure. I fully expected them to send us home, because of course Grace was smiling and laughing, with only the occasional attempt at throwing up, which produced nothing. They performed an x-ray and then we waited. But not for long. The doctor returned to let us know that she was moving ahead of about 4 people, which is great in most cases, but not in the ER because it means that things are more serious that you want them to be. It turned out that she had what they thought was a quarter lodged in her throat, by the aortic arch, wherever that is. Removal itself was a simple process. Done by a surgeon, they would put her under general anesthesia and go in and pull it out. The whole thing should take no more that ten minutes, they said. There was just one problem. Our hospital couldn't do it because she was too small for the equipment that they had, according to the ER doc, but he called the surgeon just to make sure. Instead we would need to go to a larger hospital about an hour away. This in itself was frustrating because we may be a small town, but our hospital serves a fairly large number of people, so you would think they could handle something like this. Not only did we need to go to Grand Junction, but he wanted to send us up by ambulance. Eeek. I understood the logic, though. If by chance the "quarter" moved during the drive and Grace was unable to breath, the last thing anyone wanted was for us to be by ourselves on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere with no help around. So, they hooked up an IV, Jon and his father gave Grace a blessing, I was strapped to a gurney with Grace asleep on my chest, and off we went. Jon was supposed to follow with his dad, unfortunately I had the car keys in my pocket, in the ambulance, and my cell phone was off. They followed in Herb's truck, knowing that we would have to buy another car seat up there in order to bring her home. The ambulance ride was uneventful, thank goodness. I did learn, however, that you should ALWAYS go to the bathroom before taking a ride in one if you can help it. They are certainly not a smooth ride, and I was dying by the time we got there. They were expecting us, and we soon met with the surgeon, followed by the anesthesiologist. They took my baby to the OR, and came back with a penny instead of a quarter. All was well. We left Grand Junction about 6 hours after first going to the ER, which I have to admit was pretty good as far as timing was concerned. If only we didn't have a lingering suspicion that we were sent to Junction because the surgeon here just didn't want to be bothered with coming in that late. Mostly this suspicion was fueled by the anesthesiologist in Grand Junction, and his questions "out of curiosity" about the reason we were given for needing to go up there. Plus his remark about them being everyone's "dumping ground." That's great. He wasn't upset with us, obviously, but if that was the case, then I'm going to be furious because it will end up costing us more money than it should have.
2. While I maintained my composure throughout the whole penny incident, which surprised even me, it didn't last. Of course Fast Sunday was just a couple days afterward, and I knew I would be up there. How could I not when we had been spared from something that could have turned out far worse? I was great until I hit the stand, and was crying before I even started speaking. Jon was in the hall with Gracie, and couldn't even tell it was me through all the blubbering until he made out the word "penny." I kept it short. I made several people cry, too. Then I sat down next to Derrick and he looked at me and said, "Mom, were you just acting that?" I had to laugh.
3. On Monday we left the kids with Jon's parents in order to go to Utah and attend my little sister's sealing. Since we were flying solo, we got to enjoy some time with my brother and his new wife. The sealer did a nice job, despite the circumstances. I know, those "circumstances" remain a mystery to many. A mystery which I'm not allowed to elaborate on without creating problems, so I won't. What I will say is that I'm glad it's over. I'm glad the reception back here is finished, too. Now we can all move forward and hope for the best. Enough said.
4. I have three days left before our Hawaiian vacation begins. Jon's parents purchased a timeshare here in 2006, and last year they "banked" their week so they could get two suites this year and take all the adults. I can hardly believe it. We've been building up to this for over a year. I'm excited and anxious. Excited to be going, anxious to leave my children for 10 days. Looking forward to adult time and activities, but worried about the flight. If you can believe it, Jon and I have never flown anywhere together, EVER. We're drivers, for the most part. It's not that I'm afraid of flying, I somewhat enjoy it. But I've never been on a flight that lasted more than a couple hours, or one that crossed an ocean, hence my trepidation. I know my children will be fine, and we intend to enjoy ourselves. I already have a digital kit ready to document the event. So, today begins the packing, anxious not to forget anything. Of course, I still need to work out arrangements for my children during the day on Friday. Those pesky details.
5. For Christmas Jon's mother gave me the Twilight trilogy. I've been hearing all about these books for some time now, but didn't have a burning desire to ready them. I even had one friend who was in the middle of reading them when the final Harry Potter came out this summer, and she postponed reading Harry Potter until she was done with the Twilight series. This I could not understand. But, I'm about halfway through the second book and I will confess that I'm enjoying them. I won't yet concede that the saga of Bella and Edward is worthy of trumping good old Harry. That remains to be seen. No doubt I'll have completed them all by the time I return from Hawaii. I'll try to remember to give my review.
6. I've been driving now for almost 14 years, pretty successfully I might add. I've only been pulled over once, for a headlight being out, and I was just given a warning. That all changed on Friday. I wasn't speeding. I was impatient and stupid. I blame my children's principal. Why? Because he has designed the worst possible drop-off/pick-up scenario known to mankind. He ignored logic and opted for stupidity. That is why I pick my children up at the mailboxes in my mother's neighborhood, which backs up to our school. Anyways, at 3:05 traffic is backed up for great distances in both directions waiting to get in to the school parking lot. It's a mess. Unfortunately, I arrived two cars too late on Friday to easily turn in to my mother's subdivision. But, the entrance was right there. I knew the traffic in the opposite lane wouldn't be a problem because they were all stuck, too. So I did it. I swung in to the opposite lane so I could drive past two cars and turn in to my mother's neighborhood, thus avoiding the nervous breakdown of my children when they didn't seen my car and thought I had forgotten them. What I didn't see was the police car in the line ahead of me, three cars ahead. And...he followed me in. Of course I hadn't replace my insurance card yet either. So, I was cited for illegal use of the left-hand lane and failure to provide proof of insurance. I have a summons for Valentine's Day. I'm sure I'll just go in and pay the fine, though. I can't pretend that I didn't deserve the ticket. I did. But I'm still blaming Dr. Tomlin (and yes, he makes you call him Dr. Tomlin, which makes me like him even less.)
7. My husband bought a toy Slurpee machine...for himself. Have you seen these? They actually make a pretty darn realistic Slurpee, if you have about 10 minutes to wait for one. But, since we don't have any access to the real thing, this will have to do.
Perhaps now I can get back on the blogwagon. Even if I'm leaving town in a few days.
Sunday, December 30, 2007
i bid thee farewell
Today marked a joyous occasion...our final Sunday of 1:00 pm church. Oh how I look forward to next Sunday, with the early rising and meetings done by noon. Somehow I know my Sundays will become more productive and meaningful in 2008. If only I could say goodbye to unruly Sacrament meeting behavior next year, too!
Friday, December 28, 2007
it works!
This afternoon I went out to my van to run some errands, only to discover that one of the back sliding doors had been left slightly open and my battery had died. As I attempted several times to turn the car on, a funny thing happened. Our built-in DVD player ejected The Jungle Book 2. This is funny because I haven't seen this movie since about June 2007, when this same DVD player stopped working. We really wanted to fix it before we went to San Diego, but I just couldn't justify spending the money on it. To be honest I had forgotten that we had one in our car. So, out pops the movie and suddenly the DVD player is working again. It's like finding a $20 bill in your coat pocket. A nice surprise, even if we had to push the car out of the garage in order to get it close enough to another one to jump the battery.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
white christmas
Just like the flurry of snow that we awoke to on Christmas morning, this last month has been a blur! I can't believe that it has been so long since my last post! As such, this post will be a flurry of random. Here goes.
Thanksgiving came and went. We had a great time with my family. All of my siblings were here with the exception of Marcee, who had to work. I hosted the meal at my house, but had considerable help with the food from my mother and sisters. All I really did was make the desserts!
Gracie has been growing so fast. Several days ago she began to stand really well on her own, but being the delinquent photographer that I am, my memory card needs to be emptied and as a result I have no picture of her feat yet. That will soon be rectified. She is also the proud owner of her two front teeth, complete with what seems to be the trademark wide spacing for our girls. She has also become ravenous. I don't remember either of my first two children being so excited about food at this age. She loves it!
Derrick and Abbie performed in their class music programs last week and did a wonderful job. Abbie loves to sing, and we recently discovered that for the first part of the month she was singing the following..."Goat, tell it on the mountain." It seems we have all picked it up.
Abbie is very big on crushes. The current object of her affection is a little boy named Reed. I find his name written in various locations. We saw him at McDonald's one morning for breakfast and she is clearly smitten.
Christmas was wonderful. The highlight seems to be the Playstation that Derrick and Abbie received from my parents. In particular, Guitar Hero is a hit, especially with the adults. We had a jam session last night, pictures to come as soon as I empty the aforementioned memory card!
There is so much more I'm sure I'm forgetting to post about, but my brain is mush. As the new year approaches with the promise and hope of changing for the better, I look towards getting back on track here as well. More everyday stuff, less "catching up" in brief snippets.
Thanksgiving came and went. We had a great time with my family. All of my siblings were here with the exception of Marcee, who had to work. I hosted the meal at my house, but had considerable help with the food from my mother and sisters. All I really did was make the desserts!
Gracie has been growing so fast. Several days ago she began to stand really well on her own, but being the delinquent photographer that I am, my memory card needs to be emptied and as a result I have no picture of her feat yet. That will soon be rectified. She is also the proud owner of her two front teeth, complete with what seems to be the trademark wide spacing for our girls. She has also become ravenous. I don't remember either of my first two children being so excited about food at this age. She loves it!
Derrick and Abbie performed in their class music programs last week and did a wonderful job. Abbie loves to sing, and we recently discovered that for the first part of the month she was singing the following..."Goat, tell it on the mountain." It seems we have all picked it up.
Abbie is very big on crushes. The current object of her affection is a little boy named Reed. I find his name written in various locations. We saw him at McDonald's one morning for breakfast and she is clearly smitten.
Christmas was wonderful. The highlight seems to be the Playstation that Derrick and Abbie received from my parents. In particular, Guitar Hero is a hit, especially with the adults. We had a jam session last night, pictures to come as soon as I empty the aforementioned memory card!
There is so much more I'm sure I'm forgetting to post about, but my brain is mush. As the new year approaches with the promise and hope of changing for the better, I look towards getting back on track here as well. More everyday stuff, less "catching up" in brief snippets.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
happenings
So today Jon was sustained and set apart in his new calling. He is the new Elders Quorum President of our ward. He actually received the call three weeks ago, but between selecting counselors and Stake Conference last week, things weren't ready to proceed until today. He has always been in Young Mens and Primary callings, so this will be new for him, but he has counselors with some experience in the presidency, and there is no better stake president or bishop for him to learn from than the ones we have. I know he will do a great job.
I must now gear up for Thanksgiving dinner at my house. Lots of cleaning to do over the next two days. We're excited to have visitors from both sides of the family coming in to town to celebrate. Then, it's all about Christmas preparations. So much to do, I think I need another list!
I must now gear up for Thanksgiving dinner at my house. Lots of cleaning to do over the next two days. We're excited to have visitors from both sides of the family coming in to town to celebrate. Then, it's all about Christmas preparations. So much to do, I think I need another list!
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
hiatus
I'm just coming off a very busy couple of weeks and seem to be having a rough recovery. Here's the rundown.
Monster Concert was on October 24th. We had two days of practice at the venue on the 22nd and 23rd. Aside from some ruffled feathers, things went well and we got a good response.
Parent Teacher Conferences came and went. The kids are doing well. Our biggest concern is with Derrick. He is rather advanced for 1st grade, his teacher thinks he is reading at about a 4th or 5th grade level. She has begun the process of evaluation to determine exactly where he is at intellectually. There has been talk of moving him up a grade, but we would probably say no if that winds up being the recommendation. While we have no doubts that he could handle it both academically and socially right now, we have to look ahead to when he is in high school and not dating or driving at the same time as all his peers. And, I'm definitely NOT interested in sending a 17 1/2 year old off to college!
We had to speak in Sacrament on October 28th, so I spent the days leading up to it preparing talks...yes, I help my husband write his! Things went well. My topic was a hard one, but the bishop actually asked me to email him a copy of the talk afterwards, which made me feel good. Afterwards, Jon had a meeting where he received a new calling, but it won't be official for a couple more weeks, so I'll have to zip it until then.
I then spent a couple days pulling all nighters making Halloween costumes. Yes, I bought the stuff over two weeks earlier and waited until Monday night to start. I wore myself out and promise never to do it again (the waiting, not the making!). But the end result turned out pretty good. We were a couple of birdwatchers, keeping an eye on our birds. I only made Derrick and Abbie's costumes.
I was also responsible for Derrick's class "Fall" party. That's right, we can't call it "Halloween", even though it was on Halloween and we are allowed to do Halloween themed activities. So stupid.
I was supposed to have jury duty on November 1st, which fortunately got cancelled, because that is when I started getting sick with a yucky cold. But, the highlight of the day came when I sent the kids to the dentist with Jon for a checkup, and Derrick ended up having to stay to get 3 sealants and 2 cavities filled. Remember about six months ago? Turns out we should really have made him get x-rays then, even if he was scared, because tomorrow I have to take him back to have 4 pulpectomies (baby root canals) and 4 crowns put on. Don't count those chickens. Which brings me to today. My house is a disaster, I'm still sick, and I need about $500 to pay for rotten teeth. If only all those leaves in my yard had fallen from a money tree!
Monday, October 22, 2007
i need a time out
At least that was the title of the post I intended to write before I left town. I spent this last weekend in Denver with a group of 10 women from the 3 wards here in town. It was nice to take a little break, and even better because I went out on Wednesday with Jon to spend a few extra days with him. We are on the last week of his Denver training. He should be coming home on Saturday, that is unless I can get him tickets to the Rockies World Series game that night. It's been all about the Rockies now for weeks. Anyways, back to my weekend! The conference was great and I enjoyed spending time with some friends. The most memorable part was our dinner at The Melting Pot on Friday night. The conference ended at 9:30 pm and I didn't get back to my sister-in-law's house until 1:00 am. It takes between 2 and 3 hours to eat there, is super expensive, and probably not something I would do again. It was worth going, though, because of all the laughs we had. Apparently the building is the 2nd most haunted in all of Denver, there was even a paranormal group there setting up to take readings the night we were there. The best part came when several in our group went down to the women's bathroom, which happens to be one of the more "active" spots, and my visiting teacher Nanci was trying to scare what she thought was her sister in the next stall. Hillarious.
Friday, October 12, 2007
hey, hey mr. policeman
I so wish that I could find Mr. Policeman by Brad Paisley to add to my playlist for this post. If you haven't heard this song, it's a riot, as are many of his songs. We had our own little version of this song on General Conference Sunday. It was in between sessions, and Jon came up to the front of the house to tell me that there is some strange guy walking around in our back yard. Our yard is not fenced, but that doesn't mean that it is public property! Anyways, Jon watches him walk along the side of the house towards the front, then the guy sees a car on the street and comes back and hides behind a corner of our neighbor's fence. We're just thinking that he's playing some stupid game of hide and seek with his friends. By this time we were both watching him through our living room window, hoping that he'll glance over and notice the perturbed look on our faces so we don't have to go outside and tell him to leave. Then, all of a sudden he turns around and hops over another neighbor's fence, breaking it in the process, and takes off through their yard and hops another fence. Then we see a police officer come running along the side of our house after him. I panic and we both run to lock doors. I immediately grabbed the phone to call my friend Teresha who lives right behind us and asked her to make sure her doors were locked, too, since he had originally come from the direction of her house. The police officer disappears and we just keep thinking how crazy that was. We watched for a few minutes and then suddenly the strange guy comes back through the second yard towards our house. I'm freaking out because the police officer is no where in sight, but the the guy jumped a third fence in to a different yard right next to us and started walking in the opposite direction. This whole time I'm on the phone with Teresha relaying what is happening. A minute or two go by and then I look again to see what appears to be a couple police officers with the guy on the ground. I went to the front of the house to watch them bring him to the police car, only to find the normal police car along with 3 sherriff's vehicles parked in front of our house. There were about 5 more officers standing around, too. Jon notices the first police officer come back through the yards and goes out to make sure the guy has been apprehended. They pat him down out front and I let Teresha know that everything was OK. Not a minute later her husband, Nick (who is also our bishop) comes from their yard through ours to see if he can find out what was going on. Apparently he was a shoplifter! I guess that makes me feel better, knowing that he was probably not very dangerous. Could have fooled me with the police response, though! It must have been a slow crime day, although running from the police is never a good idea. Maybe he had something else besides the shoplifting that he was worried about being caught for. Who knows, but it was crazy!
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
family photos
I realize that I've been blogless now for about two weeks. I could say that a lot has been happening, which isn't necessarily untrue. However, the main cause would be that I finally cleaned up the office/piano room and moved the laptop in there instead of the kitchen. Out of sight, out of mind I guess. Anyways, plenty to blog about but not much time at this second. I did want to post the following link, though, for any who are interested in viewing the proofs from the family photo shoot that we did at the beginning of September when we went to Utah for my brother's reception. Maybe I'll blog later tonight about the police chase through our yard. How's that for a teaser?
Family Photo Shoot - September 2007
Family Photo Shoot - September 2007
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