Beneath the Wraps

I can hear Trume’s grandpa He is raising his voice As he often does when Trume Is getting on his nerves “Who’s he yelling at?” I wonder – for it is a school day Trume is in the first grade. I hear a light knock at My door – followed by the doorbell (as I was too slow getting there – even In my cracker box house) Ordinarily I would guess Trume Except for he should be at school. He’s in the same district as Jenna She’s at school. I check the peep hole Don’t see anyone.   Trume – Really?   He’s not the brightest Although his grandma claims otherwise “Jenna is in school, “ I say.   “How come your not?” Evidently grandpa didn’t feel like taking him Or maybe he forgot. How could he not remember? Grandma took Trume’s little sister To daycare.   Wouldn’t it make sence that If she was gone that Trume should be also? I’m doing laundry I use the washing machine more in the summer Than any other sea...

Mom has always taught her children how to be supportive of one another.   We’ve gone to baby blessings, missionary farewells and homecomings, advancement in the priesthood, plays, sports; I suppose I went to more events when I was single. Sunny is awesome.   She always lets us know ahead of schedule: We’ve got this planned.   Please come.   And we have.   We make plans to fit it into our schedule.   And then there’s my family . . . It’s got to be hard to be one of my siblings if they want to be involved but aren’t given much notice for birthday celebrations, graduations, parties – even our own wedding.   I can’t find the post, but I think I wrote it down somewhere that Roland and I changed our wedding date at least nine times.   It wasn’t that big of an issue for me in the beginning.   After all we had met only three days before he proposed.   THAT IS OUTRAGEOUS!   I have chosen not to go into detail at this time –...

H old O n - P erseverance, E ndurance Yesterday I made a comment to a quote expressing a limited hope targeted to a certain group of people for basically following his or her own heart.   Perhaps I was out of line with my answer, but I elaborated as the one who posted the quote followed my comment with a question that sounded to me as though she is feeling despair. But we have to have hope.   Hope is what brought the children of Israel out of bondage.   And it was hope that caused slaves in America to move from the South to the North.   It was with hope that so many Jewish people (among others) stayed hidden before and during World War II.   It is with hope that we are even to leave our house each morning. I like how President Uchtdorf says, “Hope, on the other hand, is like the beam of sunlight rising up and above the horizon of our present circumstances.” In his talk The Infinite Power of Hope We all hope to get out of bo...

I despise wearing bras. I used to think I could get away with not wearing one as I have always been quite flat-chested the majority of my life.  But I have experienced major back pains and I realize that wearing a bra really does look better than going braless.   But for me, wearing bras is comparable to wearing shoes: the more support they have, the less comfortable they are. Yesterday I wore the “Genie Bra” which didn’t seem so tight fitting until after a couple of washes – did the bra shrink? Or did I grow?  All my other bras seem to fit okay. The Genie Bra looks good under tee shirts, but they also seem to absorb more perspiration than your average bra – at least mine do.  And as the heat seems to have started early this year, I might as well find a bra made out of sponge.  I hate feeling the need to change not even an hour after I’ve gotten dressed.  And I don’t enjoy wet clothes at all. Tony and Rochelle are visiting from Texas ....

--> If God should ever show off his sense of humor by calling me to the RS presidency, I am going to make certain there is a generous amount of space between each chair.   No smashing chairs together as tight as possible so that each sister feels as though she’s sitting on the lap of another.   No siree Bob. I didn’t think it was possible, but chairs seemed a lot more smashed in yesterday.   I guessed it was the priesthood who somehow believed the sisters like things tight – the tighter the better.   They somehow believed that we enjoy sitting in one another’s laps.   Roland told me he had taken charge.   Oh, that explains it.   My husband, the eternal optimist who was hoping to set up for at least two hundred sisters had managed to squeeze in 85 chairs. The bishop conducted.   And after we all went up to get our breakfast (they had provided us with fruit and muffins) the second counselor taught the lesson.  This is the ...

Congratulations Rob Buyea with your first novel: because of mr. terupt.  What a great book! On so many levels. This book can be found in the juvenile fiction section of your local library – at least I hope it can.  It’s not just a great book for kids but I think adults as well. I’ll admit I do read a lot of juvenile fiction.  Jenna mostly likes fantasies, silly humor and non -fiction.  I like historical fiction and realistic fiction.  We both like time travel.  So often I will read books with Jenna or for Jenna – finishing some that she can’t seem to get into or turning the unfinished novel back to the library. I enjoyed this book a lot. Seven main characters tell the story of their fifth grade experience. Luke is smart and enjoys an academical challenge.  He is always pushing himself without pushing or being boastful to others. Peter is the prankster who doesn’t mean anything malicious by his pranks.  For the most part...

--> I can’t believe how bizarre this weather has been.   It had been cool yesterday morning.   It’s Roland’s late day and thus he was sleeping in.   So I turned up the heat because I knew he was cold. I took Highness for a walk after dropping Jenna off at school.   It was nice. Not too hot, not too cold. I dropped by the bank on the way home.   Everytime I turned the corner the weather changed.   This song happened to be playing.   And I thought: “Yes, it is bizarre and it’s driving me crazy” All day.   I had the windows open.   I shut the windows and turned up the heat.   It was raining when I picked Jenna up from school.   I was hot.   I was cold.   All within a mattes of minutes.   There was no bizarre menagerie or posters or such.   Just weather.   Sunglasses on. Sunglasses off.   Windbreaker on. Windbreaker off. “Everytime I looked around – [bizarre weather] in my fac...