Decorating Pics

As mentioned in the last post, the skies darkened before we were through:

Roland had purchased "candles" to place in our windows.  

They will turn off after six hours

Jenna fell twice.  I don't know why she finds that amusing

Cell phone does not have the same sophistocation

as does some of the cameras I have owned

I thought the reflection of the tree in our window looks cool

as it appears the tree is really inside of the house.

We stopped decorating not only because it was dark but

The three adjoining cities will put on a light parade each year

on the second Saturday in December.  

I've taken several pictures in the past; this is the best I could do this year.

This last one was taken yesterday when we put the balls on.

I will have to get a picture of our finished product later on

Next we have our non-traditional advent wreath which I thought we would decorate with Christmas festivities.  Jenna decided to go for a more unique approach adding things that may not have anything to do with Christmas but may find a use for later on.  And so here we are from Dec 1 to Dec 15.  First the naked wreath:

Day 1: plastic dinosaur

day 2: granny square stocking

day 3: a plastic "diamond" from YW excellence
Aladdin theme "Diamond in the Rough"

day 4: book lamp

we tried turning on but the picture did not turn out as well

day 5: Believe

day 6: deer head

day 7: plastic container and snowflack on the booklamp
(so that it doesn't blend in with the door)

day 8: fairy doll

day 9: rubber star

day 10: match box ice cream truck

day 11: orange sunglasses

day 12: whoops, the wreath had fallen. Some ornaments
rearranged.  and dust puppy added

day 13: fish shaped blush brush

day 14: owl covered hand sanatizer

day 15: Elmo

And here is my little elf ready for school this morning  

Almost There

Written Satuday

Last year we were the

only house on our street

to put up Christmas lights

and decorate our yard. 

This year everyone

started yard decorations

early. 

Our roof was being fixed

and then it rained. 

Until late today we were

one of the few houses

on our street that wasn’t decorated.

We appeared to be "bah humbuggers"

but we are really not.

Our roof is finally finished

I had noticed on Wednesday

that the flatbed trailer was gone

– the one Roland insisted remain at

our house until the job was complete.

It rained all day yesterday.  Sometimes

the rain felt like snow.  I was

doing crosswalk duty again. 

All students had been ordered to

go to the gym after lunch.  I would

much rather stand out in the

rain then be in the overly loud gym.

It was nice today.  I didn’t even

wear a coat. Roland wanted to go to

Winston to look for a coffee table.  He

took me with him.  We were gone for

a long time.  It felt long. 

I was afraid it would be dark before

we returned. We had promised Jenna that

we would decorate the outside.

We did get home before dark but

did not finish with the lights until after dark.

Jenna and I plan on finishing with

big bulbs after we return home from Church.

Facebook Questionnaire

(Because I am too tired to come up with a fresh post right now)

What was the last thing you put in your mouth? My toothbrush

Where was your profile picture taken? The picture on my facebook page was taken at Granger 14^th Christmas party eight years ago

Name someone who made you laugh today –  initially answered at 6:00 a.m.  I hadn’t laughed up until that point.  Jenna offered a family prayer at 6:10.  She mumbled like a shy kid reciting something in front of class.  Good thing God has radar hearing.

How late did you stay up last night? I went to bed before 9:30.  I fell asleep before 10:00

If you could move somewhere else, where would it be?  Tillamook maybe, or closer to the coast. Never been to Astoria.  That would be sweet.

Ever been kissed under fireworks? I’m certain that Roland has kissed me under the fireworks

Which of your friends live closet? Jenna and Roland

Do you belive ex’s can be friends? Yes but it depends on the ex/situation.  Like with Roland and Maleficent.  Someone who doesn’t like his or her self can’t really be friends with anyone. She’s a user.  Using people is not being a friend.

How do you feel about Dr. Pepper? I can tolerate one once in a while.  It is definitely NOT the coolest drink on the market.

When was the last time you cried? a couple of days ago I knocked over the coffee table glass panes.  It was an accident, but it still made me cry.  I don’t even like that coffee table.

Who was the last person you took a picture of? Jenna, who is by nature a fantastic selfie taker, just couldn’t seem to capture all that she wanted on some funky costume creation.  She handed me her tablet and asked me to take a picture.  I don’t even know how it turned out.

Was yesterday better than today? I hope not!  Today has to be better at the middle school than was at the elementary school yesterday.

Can you live a day without TV?  I can live my entire life without TV.  I do watch it because it’s there, but I doubt I would miss it if it were removed.

Are you upset about anything? I am.  Roland woke me at 4:00 in the morning and I wanted to sleep.  I think I offended him which in turn upset me.  I couldn’t even go back to sleep.  Roland got up and seemed to be sulking.  Jenna (who doesn’t normally watch TV) had the TV blaring.  I’m still not fully awake.  I need to read the scriptures so until I am no longer upset.

What’s Different?

            I was in a 6th-grade math class yesterday.  The instructor had put a similar illustration on the board – only the dimes and nickels were laid out in the same manner.  And three or four of the pennies were shinier than the one that is in the center of the pennies in the above illustration.  The instructor asked which set of coins was different and why?

            The first answer was logical for a math class.

            “The dimes are different because all of the other coins add up to 25 cents.  Five nickels make 25 cents.  25 pennies make 25 cents.  A single quarter makes 25 cents.  But five dimes make 50.”

            The instructor asked what might be some other possible answers.  It was interesting what answers were provided.

            “The pennies are different because Abraham Lincoln is looking in a different direction than the other three presidents”

            “The quarter is different because it’s all alone and the only one not divisible by 5 to get a whole number”

              “The pennies because they are a different material or color”

            The pennies also looked newer in her illustration whereas the quarter looks to be the newest in mine.

            I don’t think any of them stated that the nickels were different for any reason.

            My favorite answer was the dimes – not because they added up to a different number but the logic behind a different students answer.

            “The dimes are wrong because they look to be the same size as the nickel and that ain’t right”

            The experiment was to listen to and understand one another as we each have different points of view but there are things that we can learn if we will focus on ration or logic of others and not be so focused on only one way of looking at it.

            I thought that was an interesting concept for a math teacher to share as there is only one correct answer in math.

The Drug Called "Sugar"

For those who have followed Corey's (calls himself Cody) blog but stopped because he did, I have a post he shared to facebook and I have his permission to repost to my blog:

I'm addicted to sugar.

When I say that I don't mean it as a joke. I really have a problem and it affects my health in a negative way.

I love the taste of sugar and I eat way too much of it. I have great difficulty resisting sweets and when I do eat sweets I overindulge (why eat one brownie when you can have six?).

And yet, I am fully aware of how terrible my sugar consumption makes me feel. I sometimes have little energy, I will often just not feel very good, and what's sad is even when I don't feel good I will still indulge in sweets that make me feel even worse. It's like an alcoholic turning to drink or a smoker who can't seem to kick the habit even though he knows he's slowly killing himself.

My mom was diabetic. I myself have been diagnosed with being prediabetic three times and then I'm "good" for a while until I get my sugar level down.

From January from September of 2017 I successfully cut the majority of sugar out of my diet and was eating much better. I felt better, I had more energy, I lost weight. It was good. But still hard. The first three days I stopped eating sugar cold turkey I felt horrible...probably because my body was so used to the constant influx of sugar and I was going through some sort of withdrawal. But I succeeded.

Then I went on vacation and fell off the wagon and haven't ever been able to get back on.

Every night I go to bed and think, "Things gotta change. I've got to eat better." In the morning I wake up with the best of intentions. But I see something sweet and my will power dissolves. And then I eat one thing and want more, even as my nausea is telling my tongue to stop. After I stop feeling terrible, it's hard to remind myself how terrible eating sugar will make me feel.

I don't particularly enjoy exercising, although I try to motivate myself to do so. I fluctuate between anywhere 199 and 216 lbs continually, depending on how diligent I'm being in my eating habits, but it's like everything I crave are the things that aren't as healthy for me.

I only write this because I am aware that I have a problem and maybe if I put this out there I can be more accountable. I see friends of mine who I know have had eating and lifestyle challenges. Some have been more successful in working on those challenges and others still struggle. I just want you to know that if you struggle with your weight and diet, I am in the same boat. And if you have managed to turn the corner and live a more healthy life, what was the turning point for you? How do you stay motivated to eat well and exercise?

Anyway, I just felt the need to put this out there.

Light of the Ward

Yesterday was National Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day.  I noticed the flags lined up and down the bridge as we made our way to the Ward Christmas party.  

We had a brunch this year.  A 10:00 morning meal is great for so many reasons.  Breakfast.  Everything is catered.  No setting up of tables, decorations and so forth just to take it all down again (at least not by the ward members) no responsibilities of signing up to bring a dish in addition to reminder calls and a hodgepodge assortment of food.  I think the greatest plus is that it is light enough to see where we are driving.  The light invites.  Driving in the dark often seems so dismal.

Roland had been asked to play Santa Claus who hasn’t been a part of any ward Christmas that we have been a part of in Oregon.  Roland had memorized a speech about how our focus needs to be on Christ rather than Santa – for Santa wants to worship Christmas in a righteous way and that is why he gives – to follow Christ’s example.  I don’t remember his word-for-word speech, but that was the gist of it.  On Saturday he had spent a good amount of time (not to mention money) looking for bells to announce his arrival.  But when we arrived at the center, he learned that the costume didn’t fit.  At the last minute someone else was given that position.

There were eggs, biscuits and gravy, and pancakes for breakfast.  There was also a program put on by the primary and young women of the ward.  Excellent food.  Excellent company.  Roland ended up driving Jenna and her friend back to the house without me and I ended up catching a ride from somebody else.  But I couldn’t just leave.  I had a friend drive up all the way from Medford.  There were things on her mind that she wanted to share.

At 2:00 there was a primary baptism.  One of the girls had been a sunbeam in my class when we had moved into the ward almost four and a half years ago.  What I thought was most awesome about the baptism was seeing two sisters stand as witnesses for the baptisms.  It is my first time seeing that since it was revealed (see here).  The sister next to me said she wished she could have taken a picture.  It was truly a sensational moment.

We were told that there were some paper hearts on a back table.  We (the congregation) were asked to write notes on hearts to give the girls so they will remember their baptism.  I don’t remember anything about my baptism and had desired to provide them both with as many details as I would like to have in regards to my own baptism.  The hearts were small and I had written tiny – perhaps too tiny.  They also have pictures that have been taken to commemorate the day.  Perhaps my notes will make more sense alongside the pictures.

I had a brain freeze as I wrote - thinking how awesome it was for one of the newly baptized to have both of her grandmothers stand in as witnesses for the baptism.  She is such a special spirit.  I love watching her sing.  She knows all the words and really puts her heart into it.  Her grandmothers witnessed the baptism for both girls.  What a treasure.  

Jenna and her friend had decorated the tree and were watching “A Muppet Christmas Carol” when I returned.

At 5:00 we were scouring for a table at Pizza Palace.  We told the missionaries that we would meet them there.  We had chosen believing that the light parade would be last night, but that will be next week.  Yesterday was the lighting of the Christmas tree.  I don’t know who conducted this year.  The event was supposed to start at 4:00.  It has been cold and wet outside ever since.  Jenna had wanted to go but decided that she would rather eat pizza with the elders.  She really enjoys their company – especially one that she dubbed Elder Connecticut, but he told her not to call him that.  I told him that she preferred it as it has more syllables than his last name – which he understood.  They both feel that long words are more fun to say.  She asked if she could call him “Elder Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia” which he agreed to. 

We parted ways before 7:00 as they had another appointment and we had to get Jenna’s friend back to his house.  I listened to the rain fall as I typed this so I could post it this morning.

Crosswalk Workout

                It was quite dark yesterday morning even between 7:00 and 7:30.  I was able to drive myself to work yesterday as my shift didn’t start until 8:30 and the elements had lightened by then.  I thought that Roland might have to drive me today as my shift started an hour earlier, and probably would have had him take me in if I hadn’t gone with him at 6:00 this morning when he dropped Jenna off at the church.  The darkest part of the commute was getting out of my neighborhood onto the main drag. 

            I had given myself 20 minutes for a 6 minute drive and so I had plenty of time.  Yesterday I was in the detention room (or in-school-suspension as it is called at that particular school) but today I had crosswalk duty which I have only done at that school one time before.

            Crossing guard duty does not seem that big of a deal as those who use the road are familiar with the crossing and will slow down or stop four lengths back even if I am just standing on the sidelines.

            I remember one time Vanna White had been given the opportunity to ask questions about others’ research about her job.  One of the questions she asked was “How Many Miles Do I walk in a given week” or something like that.  The panel did not have an answer for that one.  But I did think about her position of turning letters (back when she turned the letter and not just touch it to reveal the letter).  I don’t know how long the walk is from the first letter to the last as opposed to the crosswalk. 

            There seemed to be more traffic the first time I subbed for this particular shift than there was today.  Today had almost a ghost town feel to it – and unlike last time when the air became warmer throughout the day, today seemed to get colder.

            I cross the students three times during the day.  First thing in the morning when they walk up from the cafeteria (or bus stop) up to the school.  Second: during lunch to the cafeteria and back  Third: after school lets out and students are walking home or to the bus stop.  Students are allotted so many minutes before the bell rings or before the bus leaves.  It’s important to keep them crossing.

            The busiest part of my day is walking students back and forth during lunch.  The first time I subbed, the gym was closed and all of the students remained on the playground.  Today the gym was opened and there were more that crossed than remained on the playground.  I learned some students crossed who weren’t supposed to.  Somehow there had been some who had sneaked into the main building.  I did not get in trouble, though.  The staff is always so happy to see me.

            I am pleased with the amount of students who take the time to say “Thank you” as I walk them across.  How great those two little words can sound.  I’m grateful for their kindness. 

            Other than doing crosswalk duty, I haven’t felt very useful.  One instructor is showing a video.  The other has chrome books which are basically small laptops.  I am a foreigner to having students sign on anything electronic.  I feel as useful as a tampon dispenser in a men’s restroom.

            I will be at the school next Friday but not in the room where they are trying to sign in.  I will be back in detention or ISS.  It hasn’t been a very tough job thus far.  The first time I did it, the most “problematic” student was really quite helpful in guiding me through what was unfamiliar territory. 

            I enjoy the variety I’ve been able to experience through subbing.

Weather Perdition

Cold and Freezing Fog.  Does that mean a solid fog that can't be driven through?  Interesting.

For driving safely in "freezing fog" conditions, see here

Let Your Light So Shine

                Light of the World Calendar suggestion for yesterday was to think of someone who is an example of Christlike service and showcase the example on social media.  For the most part, I think most of the Christlike examples I know would not wish to be showcased on social media.  My dad was such an example who preferred to remain behind the scenes and not have others glorify his acts.  He liked to go about things quietly and remain unnoticed.

          I’ve mentioned Josh Norton’s name in a few of my assignments.  He was the lifeguard manager when we first moved to Myrtle Creek.  Last year he became the city recorder.  He doesn’t mind the social media – I don’t think.  Josh is a great guy who is quite the go-getter and has done so much in bringing the community together with activities and showcasing community members.  When he is not serving Myrtle Creek, Josh travels to third world communities to assist with making things better.  Currently, he is in the peace corps and loves serving those he meets.  There just aren’t enough words to express how Christlike his actions are.

          There is also a couple in our ward who had involved themselves in the ministry program long before there was an official ministry program.  Though I have referred to them as Frank and Marie Barone at times, I have also referred to her as the “Florence Nightengale” of our ward.  She does so much for so many people – though at times her actions may seem a bit overbearing – just as Bob’s intentions were always Christlike, the results or methods he used weren’t always received or done in a Christlike manner (see here) 

          We all have flaws.  There are those who strive better than others.  There are those who follow Christ’s example.  There are those who love others unconditionally.  There are go-getters.  There are quiet background people.  I think Christ was more of a go-getter.  I think he made things happen, told jokes and stories and was fun to be around.  I also believe that there were many activities that he did in a quiet manner.  It’s important that we allow Him to shine through us by our example

        For more about Josh see here and here.

Tapering Off With "Come Follow Me"

When the “Come Follow Me” program was announced last year, it was also announced that our Sunday church meetings would go from three hours down to two but that we, as members, were still responsible for filling that third hour on our own and were provided with a manual – one per family.  Jenna and I both predicted that many, though may have started out with great intentions, would not keep on their studies on their own.

          As the program was new to all of us, I thought our family could invite others to learn with us and we could all struggle through it together.  Not that going through the scriptures is a struggle.  I had taught the youth when the Church did away with traditional manuals and so had a familiarity – the trying to learn it without instruction seemed a little more trying. 

          I felt inspired to invite families or individuals to learn with us.  Trying to squeeze dinner in at the same time was NOT a good idea as my focus was on the learning part whereas Roland seemed to be more interested in the food part. 

          Meanwhile I had purchased notebooks for those who might not have.  My intention was to sit down together and learn things at the same time – well, sort of.  Jenna and I had continued to go through the scriptures and manual first thing after we came home from church.  Roland did not participate with us as he was still at the church fulfilling his clerical calling.

          “Dinner’s ready,” he announced before we had an opportunity to study or discuss.  We hadn’t communicated how we had wanted to present ourselves.  We hadn’t prayed about who we should invite.  We had more people than we did seats at the table.  It didn’t turn out as I had hoped.  There was no discussion.

          From then on I prayed about who we should invite.  I encouraged Roland to pray about this decision in his personal prayers as well as our family prayer.  We went to the home of a widow and had a really great discussion with her.  Every other appointment we had attempted had fallen through.  Eventually so did our efforts to make connections.  Too bad.

          Jenna and I would still continue to read scriptures and go through the manual.  

          I don’t when one of the counselors in RS posted a link to Emily Freeman/David Butler videos (found here) gradually I allowed the video to replace my efforts of setting up appointments with other members.  Jenna and I would return from church and watch the videos.  Sometimes I would print out the study sheet to pass out to my primary class.  I started to slide though when it was Danny’s turn to teach. 

          If I did miss a week, I would watch the missed video the following week in addition to the current week – which I tried to do this week as I missed last week.  I realize I’ve become dependant on the videos and a lot lax on the manual.  I’m always embarrassed to find the bookmark in a spot more than six weeks back.

          On Friday I watched this video followed by the one for first and second Peter.  I took notes on the video for James.  Loved it. I always get more out of presentations if I take notes.  I did not take notes for “Peter’s” part.  I tried watching again later on.  Still, nothing resonated with me.  Yesterday morning I watched it again.  I was in the other room and did not have access to any of my notebooks.  Still nothing.

          Usually, when “Don’t Miss This” video ends, a conference address will automatically play, but yesterday it was followed by this video.  Butler/Freeman videos are not the only video resource for “come follow me” as there are several options.  I got more out of the second video “Teaching with Power”.  I rewatched it after Roland and Jenna got up as I figured Roland would sit through more of it then he does of “Don’t Miss This” – we are two different people.  Videos that usually grab me and Jenna don’t work for him and vice-versa.  He can sit through a monotone documentary.  ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ – not me.  Jenna and I prefer the animation.

          I was impressed by how much she paid attention and how many correct answers she was able to provide on the questionnaire. 

          When Sunday school started yesterday morning, I could see the questions and scriptural references all had to do with James – and I had brought my notebook.  I figured I’d be able to participate – which I did.  There was more participation yesterday than there had been the time we had met before.

         

          As we wrapped up James, the instructor played a couple of videos and erased the board and rewrote Peter 3:18, 19, and 4:6.  There were also three references for D&C – the last being about 35-40 verses.  I don’t even remember any emphasis being placed on those scriptures in either video – not to say it wasn’t present, I just hadn’t seen it.  In my mind, each of the three messages had been presented differently enough that the three of them together covered more ground as each of them took certain scriptures to dwell on – and there is still so much more.  And I need to reread and study better than I have done.

          I enjoy learning different points of view and what may be meaningful to someone may be overlooked by somebody else.  I enjoy connecting the pieces – or seeing the pieces presented rather so that I may make the connection. 

Dishwasher Safe or Not

When I was younger, I remember mom loading the dishwasher with certain dishes and washing others by hand.  There were some dishes that were marketed as “dishwasher safe” indicating that it could be washed in the dishwasher.  Most dishes were considered not to be dishwasher safe.

Later, things turned around in which all dishes were assumed to be dishwasher safe unless indicated otherwise.  Meanwhile dishwashers seemed to add more safety features and not everything questionable has to be placed on the top.  There are some plastics that can go on the bottom – even if the dishwasher is turned to the “pots and pans” setting.

Some dishes will come with a notice that “needs to be washed by hand” or “not dishwasher safe”.  But those instructions are not always carried over when said items are donated and purchased at second hand stores. 

I don’t know what Jenna’s obsession is with water bottles – Army water bottles in particular.  I thought it had something to do with her brother, Tony, as they had always been so close and he had sent her an Army bear for Christmas one year (see this post) but I have since learned that the memories include going to seminars or fairs and getting items for free.

Army water bottles are not dishwasher safe nor made to last – at least the kind that she has always received.  I was loading the dishwasher when she handed me her newest Army water bottle and asked if I would wash it.  Hand wash it or dishwasher?  Hmm . . . she had handed it to me when the dishwasher was open.  I placed it in the bottom for it was to large to go on top.  I think it would fit on top now as the product seems to be made from shrink wrap.

Not only did it shrink in size, but it is slightly tilted and though the shape of it seems to fit Jenna’s personality (I don’t know that either picture captures how it leans) there is too much gap between the lid and the groves of the bottle that it would leak if it was knocked over (which could easily happen with the shape) She ended up throwing it away and laughed about it.  She really is so good-natured.

I think it was another Army bottle she had that seemed to explode as it hit the ground.  She laughed about that, too, and said she’d be grateful that it happened outside and not inside the school.