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Monday, November 30, 2009
COme one come all.
On the evening of Thursday December 17th at 6:30 PM we the Daniel Ralph family will be at temple square to see the lights. All are welcome to join us. We will be going to 7-11 after we are all to frozen for hot chocolate.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Two teeth are missing.
Sara has been wiggling her two front bottom teeth for months. They just refused to some out. After Halloween she was wiggling them all the time still they hung on. Wednesday before I left for school we were talking about these very stubborn teeth. Upon looking in her mouth I found an adult tooth growing in behind the baby teeth. A call was made to the dentist and an appointment made for Thursday morning. The dentist called it shark teeth. The decision was made to have the two front bottom teeth pulled. Sara was NOT happy about it. They are gone and the adult teeth seem to be moving into place,Yeah! I am hoping that we don't have to have the dentist pull anymore.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
When the Darkness Takes Over You Get Wet
The sun is shinning and the light of the day allows the vivid green, yellow, red, and orange leaves to glow. The partially naked trees, their covering on the ground dance in the breeze. A brown dead leave ripped for it’s joint flitters to the ground. The wind blowing by catches the leaf. As it rides the current whipping, whirling, and twisting it’s blown over to a round, gray, water lined, semi smooth rock at the edge of the running and splashing river. The water splashes, whirls, and swirl around the rocks that are in the way. The water overflow a rock and spills over in a rumble and splash as it rejoins itself and flows effortlessly down the mountain. A passing motorcycle growling by reminds me that this nature is surrounded by man and the things of our making.
It quiets again as the sound of the rolling water, the whispering wind take back my attention. The air grows crisp. The fingers of the cold crisp air presses it’s presence into my nose and upon my bare skin. The hair on my arms stand on end, and my skin tinkles. I look to the heavens in search of the reason. I find the glassy blue sky with it’s milky white clouds floating along as if they have not a care in the world, are being intruded upon by darkness. The glassy blue is being over taken by the darkness causing the blue to darken as deep as the darkest blue of the ocean. The milky white clouds are being shoved aside by the menacing gray clouds. The sun is being covered and forced to submit to the the dark.
The dark heavy clouds roll over the sky, threatening to rain. The air turns from crisp to cold. The wind grows angry and fierce, bending the branches of the trees toward the ground. The wind causing the leaves to be ripped from their connection to life. I watch as the world around me changes. The river turns aggressive slamming into the rocks, causing waves and great splashes. The wind hollows through the trees warning of the ever increasing loom of the pending abuse. I watch as the clouds fully engulf the sky.
Colder now, I feel the first splat of water on my arm. Drop after drop they fall to wet the earth feeding the growth of plant life around me. As the change takes over I look to my car, and then to the nearest tree for shelter. I move into the cover of the tree. Dry and safe I watch as the rain falls landing on leaves, rocks, and ground. The leaves bounce around as if connected to a spring, “bing bong.” “Splat,” as drops splash on the rocks. “Blip,” as drop after drop is enveloped into and become one with the river. The dirt changes from dry, and light to wet and heavy. The smell of wet ground lingers in my nose reminding me of being a little girl playing in the rain.
“Boom!!!” the thunder surrounds me takes center stage, and the whole world stopped to listen. Heavier and louder the rain fell soaking everything including me. The tree will no longer shelter me from the rain. “Thud, boom,” the explosion of sound engulfed the canyon as the thunder echoed. I ran for the shelter in my car as the water collided with the ground throwing mud on my shoes and pants. Tugging the keys from my pocket I reach the door. I shoved the key into the lock and twisting “click” the door unlocks. “Slam” the door groans, as I jumped inside. “Zoom” my car screamed to life. “Plink, plunk, thud, boom” the rain sounds on my car as I drive down the canyon. One more Echoing scream of fury thundered as I drive away.
The sun is shinning and the light of the day allows the vivid green, yellow, red, and orange leaves to glow. The partially naked trees, their covering on the ground dance in the breeze. A brown dead leave ripped for it’s joint flitters to the ground. The wind blowing by catches the leaf. As it rides the current whipping, whirling, and twisting it’s blown over to a round, gray, water lined, semi smooth rock at the edge of the running and splashing river. The water splashes, whirls, and swirl around the rocks that are in the way. The water overflow a rock and spills over in a rumble and splash as it rejoins itself and flows effortlessly down the mountain. A passing motorcycle growling by reminds me that this nature is surrounded by man and the things of our making.
It quiets again as the sound of the rolling water, the whispering wind take back my attention. The air grows crisp. The fingers of the cold crisp air presses it’s presence into my nose and upon my bare skin. The hair on my arms stand on end, and my skin tinkles. I look to the heavens in search of the reason. I find the glassy blue sky with it’s milky white clouds floating along as if they have not a care in the world, are being intruded upon by darkness. The glassy blue is being over taken by the darkness causing the blue to darken as deep as the darkest blue of the ocean. The milky white clouds are being shoved aside by the menacing gray clouds. The sun is being covered and forced to submit to the the dark.
The dark heavy clouds roll over the sky, threatening to rain. The air turns from crisp to cold. The wind grows angry and fierce, bending the branches of the trees toward the ground. The wind causing the leaves to be ripped from their connection to life. I watch as the world around me changes. The river turns aggressive slamming into the rocks, causing waves and great splashes. The wind hollows through the trees warning of the ever increasing loom of the pending abuse. I watch as the clouds fully engulf the sky.
Colder now, I feel the first splat of water on my arm. Drop after drop they fall to wet the earth feeding the growth of plant life around me. As the change takes over I look to my car, and then to the nearest tree for shelter. I move into the cover of the tree. Dry and safe I watch as the rain falls landing on leaves, rocks, and ground. The leaves bounce around as if connected to a spring, “bing bong.” “Splat,” as drops splash on the rocks. “Blip,” as drop after drop is enveloped into and become one with the river. The dirt changes from dry, and light to wet and heavy. The smell of wet ground lingers in my nose reminding me of being a little girl playing in the rain.
“Boom!!!” the thunder surrounds me takes center stage, and the whole world stopped to listen. Heavier and louder the rain fell soaking everything including me. The tree will no longer shelter me from the rain. “Thud, boom,” the explosion of sound engulfed the canyon as the thunder echoed. I ran for the shelter in my car as the water collided with the ground throwing mud on my shoes and pants. Tugging the keys from my pocket I reach the door. I shoved the key into the lock and twisting “click” the door unlocks. “Slam” the door groans, as I jumped inside. “Zoom” my car screamed to life. “Plink, plunk, thud, boom” the rain sounds on my car as I drive down the canyon. One more Echoing scream of fury thundered as I drive away.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Jayne and perm's
I gave Jayne a perm this morning turns out she is allergic to perms. She broke pout in a scary burn looking rash. I took out the rods and ran her to the shower She showered her for 10 minutes in cool water. I then put the neutralizer her head and neck then back in the shower.She is fine now but I was really worried I would have to take her to the ER for a few minutes there. If I were say anything about giving Jayne a perm, Which I shouldn't. Please remind me that she is allergic.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Okay Donald's now
Ok so here is my first paper for English. Robyn helped me a lot with the
Fluidity of words. I am suppose to learn to write like this for my English class, and then get better. I have to admit I really didn't get the concept until Robyn sat down with me and helped. Thanks Robyn.
It was a typical Monday. Everything was well. The birds were cooing, the sun was
shinning. Sara had gotten up, dressed, and ready for school. Time was cruising along nicely when the door bell rang. “Sara its Brynn time to go.” Out the door she flew without a goodbye, I chased her down. As I approached her Abby and Jayne came over for their farewell kiss from Sara too. Jayne being 3 and Abby being 2 are not in school yet and love to help send Sara off. While outside I begin chatting with Michelle a neighbor, and got carried away in conversation. After about 45 minutes outside Abby decided to go into the apartment. She shut the door and journeyed into play. After about 5 minutes of no Abby I decided I’d check on her. I walked over and opened the door to walk in. “WHACK!” perhaps I am confused the door didn’t open. To my astonishment it was LOCKED! I felt dumb here I am outside in my pajamas no keys
no phone no shoes and my 2 year old has locked me out. Now what? I grunted at the door. My mind begin to wander the very edges of reason in fear of what I might find when the door sprang open. Is she into my jewelry? Is she ordering from e-bay? Is she drawing a marker mural on the walls? All of the things my mind could dredged up, none were very enthralling.
I rang the doorbell repeatedly no response. I knocked, and shook the door still nothing. I yelled out “ABBY!” to which I hear a faint and distant “what?” As my mind yelled back “Don’t you what me!” My mouth more controlled replied “Come open the door!” The sweet angel in her tender trot came to the door as requested. I could hear the lock jiggle and impatiently waited for the door to open, when I hear a sweet “I can’t.” As irritation welled deep inside me knowing she can open that door she has done so before. I resounded myself to play her game. I began to think of way for her to easily unlock the door. I sent her to retrieve the stool.
I remembered it was unattainable. I redirected her to the computer chair, “Get the computer chair!” I commanded her. “Okay.” She replied. A few seconds went by, and I faintly hear “I can’t!” By now I can’t is causing grumbling within me, and a uncertain surge of tension coming for my depths. As I stood there envisioning myself flying through the door and spanking an obediently disobedient little girl, I recomposed and sent her to get a kitchen chair. Again she replied, “Okay.” A few seconds later I could hear the sounds of the chair sliding on the floor and then the thud as it hit the door. Yreka! She was on a chair at the door. The lock began to juggle again, there was no doubt the door would open this time. Then I heard it, “I can’t!” Of course you can’t! What fun is that? Open the door now and the game is
over. As I pondered my situation I recalled the sliding door on the other side of the room. Abby has never successfully escaped that door but I was becoming helpless. I instructed Abby to go open the sliding glass door. She replied again with, “Okay.”
I wandered through the wet grass barefoot dodging doggy poop, to the door. To my
astonishment I peered inside and there stood my mischievous angel in her favorite birthday suit. The one I had given her nearly 3 years ago. I chuckled and hollered for Michelle. To come see my sight, which relieved a small portion of upheaval I felt inside. As Abby struggled to unlock the door, Michelle asked if I wanted to call someone. Ah! There was a good idea. Luckily I had equipped my sister Robyn with a key, and she would be coming along soon. I could call and put rush on her arrival. I called, it rang, “Please pick up!” She did and hysterically was on her way. Now to wait it out. Relaxing, conversing, and waiting when Michelle brilliant as ever suggested I tell Abby that Jayne and I are going to McDonald’s and will be back later. I did just that. Abby was not impressed! She began to yell, and informed me that I was not leaving her. I walked back over sat down and continued to wait. A couple of minutes passed and the door suddenly sprang open and a fully clothed ready for McDonald’s, Abby walked out saying. “Okay Donald’s now.”
Fluidity of words. I am suppose to learn to write like this for my English class, and then get better. I have to admit I really didn't get the concept until Robyn sat down with me and helped. Thanks Robyn.
It was a typical Monday. Everything was well. The birds were cooing, the sun was
shinning. Sara had gotten up, dressed, and ready for school. Time was cruising along nicely when the door bell rang. “Sara its Brynn time to go.” Out the door she flew without a goodbye, I chased her down. As I approached her Abby and Jayne came over for their farewell kiss from Sara too. Jayne being 3 and Abby being 2 are not in school yet and love to help send Sara off. While outside I begin chatting with Michelle a neighbor, and got carried away in conversation. After about 45 minutes outside Abby decided to go into the apartment. She shut the door and journeyed into play. After about 5 minutes of no Abby I decided I’d check on her. I walked over and opened the door to walk in. “WHACK!” perhaps I am confused the door didn’t open. To my astonishment it was LOCKED! I felt dumb here I am outside in my pajamas no keys
no phone no shoes and my 2 year old has locked me out. Now what? I grunted at the door. My mind begin to wander the very edges of reason in fear of what I might find when the door sprang open. Is she into my jewelry? Is she ordering from e-bay? Is she drawing a marker mural on the walls? All of the things my mind could dredged up, none were very enthralling.
I rang the doorbell repeatedly no response. I knocked, and shook the door still nothing. I yelled out “ABBY!” to which I hear a faint and distant “what?” As my mind yelled back “Don’t you what me!” My mouth more controlled replied “Come open the door!” The sweet angel in her tender trot came to the door as requested. I could hear the lock jiggle and impatiently waited for the door to open, when I hear a sweet “I can’t.” As irritation welled deep inside me knowing she can open that door she has done so before. I resounded myself to play her game. I began to think of way for her to easily unlock the door. I sent her to retrieve the stool.
I remembered it was unattainable. I redirected her to the computer chair, “Get the computer chair!” I commanded her. “Okay.” She replied. A few seconds went by, and I faintly hear “I can’t!” By now I can’t is causing grumbling within me, and a uncertain surge of tension coming for my depths. As I stood there envisioning myself flying through the door and spanking an obediently disobedient little girl, I recomposed and sent her to get a kitchen chair. Again she replied, “Okay.” A few seconds later I could hear the sounds of the chair sliding on the floor and then the thud as it hit the door. Yreka! She was on a chair at the door. The lock began to juggle again, there was no doubt the door would open this time. Then I heard it, “I can’t!” Of course you can’t! What fun is that? Open the door now and the game is
over. As I pondered my situation I recalled the sliding door on the other side of the room. Abby has never successfully escaped that door but I was becoming helpless. I instructed Abby to go open the sliding glass door. She replied again with, “Okay.”
I wandered through the wet grass barefoot dodging doggy poop, to the door. To my
astonishment I peered inside and there stood my mischievous angel in her favorite birthday suit. The one I had given her nearly 3 years ago. I chuckled and hollered for Michelle. To come see my sight, which relieved a small portion of upheaval I felt inside. As Abby struggled to unlock the door, Michelle asked if I wanted to call someone. Ah! There was a good idea. Luckily I had equipped my sister Robyn with a key, and she would be coming along soon. I could call and put rush on her arrival. I called, it rang, “Please pick up!” She did and hysterically was on her way. Now to wait it out. Relaxing, conversing, and waiting when Michelle brilliant as ever suggested I tell Abby that Jayne and I are going to McDonald’s and will be back later. I did just that. Abby was not impressed! She began to yell, and informed me that I was not leaving her. I walked back over sat down and continued to wait. A couple of minutes passed and the door suddenly sprang open and a fully clothed ready for McDonald’s, Abby walked out saying. “Okay Donald’s now.”
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