Beneath the Wraps

I attended the webinar lecture though my mind wasn't as present as my body. Not as though I was seriously in the mood anyway There were too many sounds drowning out the lecture First of all, my instructor had a sore throat.  He didn't quite sound like Darth Vader throughout the entire lecture There was no wheezing - but a lot of deep throat My neighbor's acoustics were going and the sirens from fire department started wailing loudly. One of my classmate forgot she had turned on her mike  and failed to turn it off before she attempted to discipline children making noise in background. My instructor finally muted her and kept referring to the time which made me laugh as he seemed more anxious to finish the lecture than I was.  I should have left the lecture earlier I suppose. I really didn't get anything out of it.

The weather is so much different this year as opposed to the year we moved in.  The temperatures were warm but not hot.  Spring had come early.  I was astounded at the amount of "spring" growth and took lots of pictures.  What awesomeness. This year the fog lingers longer. The skies are grey and murky and the temperature has been uninviting.  Bundle up.  I mean, I guess that is what I was doing in Utah.  I don't want Oregon to experience Salt Lake weather! It snowed yesterday morning for only five minutes or so.  Big thick flacks that didn't stick. School was not cancelled though some of the buses may have been delayed.  It wasn't for two hours though. It seems laughable to me when the schools are closed or buses are delayed when there are less than four inches of snow. The snow is not the primary concern however. It is when the roads are wet and slick and iced over....

If ever I should see the word "tear" by itself, I think of the word that rhymes with ear (or "tir) meaning "what falls from my eye" - probably because I produce a lot of them.   But the word "tear" also rhymes with air (or "ter") which means to rip or a hole.   According to  this  site  the word "tear" is a homograph or hetronym.   That is it is spelled the same, in some cases is pronounced the same, but has different meanings.           I had explored five dictionary sites.   Cambridge was the only one of the five that listed t-ear (tir) first.   The definition provided was "a drop of salty liquid that flows from the eye due to pain or emotion".           Though all five dictionaries listed similar definitions, each of the others started there definitions with t-air (ter): Google:           ...

What trophies, medals, awards and certificates have you earned throughout your life?   How many have you kept?           Well this post ought to be short and sweet.           I think I was in the fourth grade when I was called to the main office to have my picture taken as student of the month.   I don't know what happened to the photo or certificate.   I do not remember retrieving it from the box of treasures that mom had saved.           I had ribbons from seminary here and ribbons for my targeteer flag here .           I won a glass bowling pin filled with m&m's.   It was my "gutter ball" trophy.   Not that it's cool to boast that I had the most gutter balls of anyone who joined the league.   It was cute though.   And I enjoyed the m&m's....

        I finally finished the assignment I started research on Monday. It was supposed to be at least 800 words.  I had 810 to transfer to APA (that stands for American  Psychological  Association - common for formatting essays for colleges and often more importantly viewed by the instructor than the content) and had changed some of the wording as I was proof-reading and making certain I had and was able to add a few more words which total up to 856 - which is good, considering at least 40 of those words are really reference name and date.       I have one problem with four parts to finish up for my assessment.  It is very time consuming and only worth 50 points.  I think it should be worth more for all the time I have to pour into it.

          I remember when I was on my mission, and even now, we were (or are) told to stay clear of using abbreviations  or initials to describe something that unless you are a member of the Church and are already familiar with the lingo, most non-members are not going to get that RS stands for Relief Society, YW stands for young women, etc.                      I know I have been guilty of this in my blog - abbreviating.  Occasionally I do try to explain myself or refer to sites that will.  Back then (on my mission) the top initials used were D&C meaning Doctrine and Covenants (which is not what the majority of the population will think D&C means;  even many active church members I had met would first think of Dilation and curettage ) and GA for General Authority.        ...

Good Advice.   If something is bugging you,  don't yell or scream.   Leave the house,  office,  space,  whatever.   Take a walk.   Clear your head.   Take a breath.

        On July 27, 2012 I had created this post comparing my husband, his children and I to the personalities of the 100 acre wood and had dubbed myself as Rabbit because he is always so uptight.   He may have mellowed a bit from Walt Disney's animation to computerized animation used in the 2018 movie "Christopher Robin".   But as the focus was not about Rabbit but only made a brief appearance along with Owl, Kanga and Roo, it's hard to say.           I, on the other hand, am a lot more mellow.   I haven't been uptight since moving to Oregon.   I feel free.   I don't feel trapped.   The wonders of breathing clean air.   I'm not as organized as Rabbit - though I would like to be. I still don't care for gardening - though I do eating produce fresh from the garden.   We failed at having a garden in 2018, but should be back on track this year.     ...

This is Ernie in the middle.   I purchased him when I had worked for Snelgroves ice cream store in Salt Lake City.   He has a music box inside of him.   When wound up, he will play the tune "Teddy Bear's Picnic".   I brought Ernie into my marriage.   I think he sat on a shelf until after Jenna was born.   I would play the song for her.   She loved putting her hand on Ernie's belly when the music played.   She loved feeling the music play. This is how Hi-Five may have appeared at one time. strange name, I know.   I will explain how we got his name, but first allow me to back up to the day when Hi-Five joined our family.   Jenna and I had been visiting with Aunt Gertrude who often purchased items just because they were on sale.   It was rare that any family member would ever visit   and not be offered to walk away with some material object be it a sweatshirt, stuffed animal, collectible  doll or rocks (...

                It is so hard trying to get back into the swing of school assignments etc. after a holiday weekend or vacation.   For the last three years I have had classes at the end of the year for two weeks before the winter vacation (or Christmas) and am expected to finish the next two week after the New Year.   I'm certain it's equally hard on the instructors.   Perhaps even more so.                 So on MLK day, I was to start a new class (my last accounting class folks.   I had miscalculated before and thought this would be two more.   But I was wrong.   Hallelujah!).   Didn't do much for it on Monday as we had invited a few friends over to eat pizza and play games. The lectures don't happen until Tuesday at 6:00 MST and so I decided I would just wait before posting to my discussion. ...

Would you rather give a talk in church or bungee jump?             I don't know if I have ever had the desire to go bungee jumping.   I remember when my brother, Patrick, did it.   I can't remember if I thought I would like to do it also.   Probably not.             I remember when Patrick made the jump, he did it backwards. He said it was easier if he wasn't watching himself fall.   Even if I did have the desire to do it then, I definitely don't right now.   I doubt I'd be relaxed and would probably break my neck when the rubber band yanked me back to where I had fallen from             I think it's funny that the above question compares the thrill of bungee jumping to giving talks in church.   Some people find that both are terrifying.   I rather enjoy giving talks and d...

        Ageusia is the loss of taste functions of the tongue, particularly the inability to detect sweetness, sourness, bitterness, and saltiness. This disorder can be triggered by many factors such as nerve damage or vitamin deficiency. Ageusia is sometimes confused with anosmia – a loss of the sense of smell.*         My sense of smell has become dulled over the years - I would guess due to allergies.   My mom's sense of smell had been dulled as both of her parents were smokers.   I would rather lose my sense of smell to allergies than an example I learned about quite recently.         One of the science instructors in the school district was telling about a classmate she had gone to school with.   He was a jock that wanted to prove his "macho-ness" by smelling an acid - a very foolish move on his part, for when he inhaled, the acid burned the insides...