Beneath the Wraps

       In September  Kevin had called Richard to ask if he would join him for a safety convention in San Diego.  Kevin paid for Richard's plane ticket - but Richard had to drive to the Portland airport. They both collected trinkets from the show and brought them home to share.       Richard had brought socks and tee shirts (the tees he had purchased in San Diego) and a stuffed whale for Jaime.  I remember taking pictures of the shirts and socks and asking Jai which she preferred.  I placed all items in a bag and added earbuds and a deck of cards to the mix.  I don't know why we missed giving it to her then - but somehow the entire bag of goodies got misplaced and was not retrieved until yesterday.     For Christmas she had asked for a letterman's jacket featuring "Five Nights at Freddy's".  It had been the only thing she had asked for.  There was a delay on shipment however and we were told that it woul...

  I still do not know Ally particularly well.  I see she shares her mismatched sock wearing with Jaime.  They also both love to dress up and think of Halloween as the greatest holiday ever.  And they both love stuffed animals and collect more than they know what to do with. Neither of them desire red sauce - they act as though it is poison. I was surprised to learn that Ally and I actually have something in common.   We both Love the song “Happier” by Marshmallow .

Each year that we’ve been here we have mailed four packages to Salt Lake -   one for each of my boys and one for my sister and her family.   This year we mailed only one package.   We sent out gift cards to each of my sons and presents to the children of my middle son – not to play favorites among grandchildren, but I knew we’d be receiving a package from them and so wanted to make a gift exchange to the only son that it seems to matter.   The first gift under our tree was one from some ward members we had had over for Thanksgiving  a couple of years ago.   The gift was moved when the carpet was cleaned and we forgot to return it.   We had three small gifts under our tree, presents from my sister and her family.   Jenna guessed what they were – but did not know all of the details that awaited on the inside.   Randy’s gift to Jenna arrived unwrapped, but I took it out of the box and put it in a decorative Christmas tin and put a tag to J...

I can strike a match to light up a room or start a fire to toast marshmallows I can play different versions of match game For example, I've tried to learn about which flag goes with what country by matching one to the other I can attempt to paint the shutters and trim to match the rest of the house. I can mix and match socks I get tired of trying to match assignment problems with the responding exercise found in the book an electronic book I might add I would like my clothes to match Occasionally I would like to match the face to the voice We've been through quite a few furniture pieces that didn't match. you remember this scene from Frasier?  We had worse cases than Martin's chair. Some librarians and instructors will read books and set up an activity The activity matches themes based upon the book There is a lot of competition in the retail business.   So many try to match anot...

I’ve seen three socks and five socks in a package entitled “mix and match” I remember purchasing two five packs of the same prints so that I would have mates.   Selling socks by odd number seemed more foreign to me than mismatching.          They actually work out perfectly for Jenna, who doesn’t pay much attention to whether they are even the same length or color.   I think she started a fad when she wore her mismated owl socks that I mention in this post          So I’m sorting socks this morning and since the Joe Boxer socks can be mated with whatever I decide that I can mismatch whatever other socks I can’t find mates for.   I tried to make mine match but took all the left over printed socks and mated them by length and didn’t worry about the print.   I put all of the foreign pairs into Jenna’s drawer.   And she’ll not even care. ...

Her last day of school was Thursday.  But yesterday she wanted to PLAY school - with real tests and real homework.  She wrote a story about aliens eating her homework.  I like the story this story that I found.  She wrote it last year. The Shoe and the Sock By Jenna One short evening sock and shoe met.   Sock asked, “Are you shoe?” Shoe said the same. Sock said, “Why do I always have to smell you?   You smell!” And shoe said, “Well you smell, too.” “I do NOT!!” said sock, “You do.” “No, you do.” “Getting angry won’t help,” said sock They decided to switch places. They said they would switch for a week. For a while they were living the life. Sock had become more popular as no one had ever seen her as a shoe before Shoe started becoming more popular as no one had ever seen a shoe worn under a sock before. Then things started going wrong.   Sock started getting holes and shoe felt   uncomfortable with a sock cover...

          I can remember when my mom gave each of us a bunch of safety pins for us to use on our socks in order to keep them together when going through the wash.   I can’t even imagine what would happen if I asked Jenna to pin her socks together.   She can barely get them off her feet.   Sometimes they make it to the hamper.   More often they don’t.           Sometimes she will put on socks that DON’T match.   A blue sock with a red sock, a dress sock with a causual sock.   A long sock with a short sock.   She doesn’t care.   Whatever’s convenient.           The other day she left the house with an orange sock and a white sock – but they both had owls on them.   (I think she might be starting a trend, actually) and I spent the day searching for mates.   What a chore.   ...