Sunday, January 31, 2010

Sunday Smiles - Pinewood Derby Edition

Mr. B smiled with J
on our way to impound the car.
It has been a lot of work, a lot of Father and Son time together, and the big day is almost here.


J smiles as his car weighs "just right."




Pinewood Derby

S smiled with bleary eyes. He had gone to the Jazz Game with his Junior Jazz team Friday night, and then for Pizza afterwards at the Gateway. It was a MIDNIGHT night for him.

7 am comes really early....

The boys smiled while they ate their camp-like breakfast.

...G brilliantly came up with eating his food in alphabetical order from now on.
He ate the waffle first...then the Fruit and then the Ham....wait...

ME: WAFFLE starts with a W...
G: It's not a waffle, it is an EGO!

HELLO!!!


We smiled as we checked out the competition.....




...intense moments are for smiling on the inside...

Cece and Aunt Colleen smiled so I could document their early morning beauty.
If only we all could be so lucky...


Smiling...
S is smiling as he and J watch for their face-off.
...Does S know something J doesn't???





J's car wizzes by!!!
J's car didn't even make it down the track the first few times.
It took a LOT of pit crew work to get it going....LONG STORY there...
However, it did finally make it, and even though it lost to S's car
it made it through the gate!

I sighed....and SMILED!!!


It's time for Grudge Matches....Is Lady going to bring it this year?


...or will it be my newest competitor...
"Ducty" [sounds like ducky!]


Ducty was supposed to be a beautifully
carved American Flag...

The Flag was not working out.
At Midnight when the boys came home
the night before Pinewood Derby
while I was lovingly putting on the
finishing touches---
it failed....miserably.

So what does a woman do
when something is not working out,

FIX IT!!!

With Duct Tape...

...and a little bling!
J smiled when he challenged Ducty to a race against "Art", lovingly known as CTR.

Art was another of my cars from when I was Primary President. Mr. B generally had too much time into the boys cars, so mine were typically blocks of wood, painted with a sharpie marker.

ie, The cheese car..."Say CHEESE!"

I smiled when Art got stuck right in front of me....
Ducty won, hands down...
Art has obviously had better years!


I smiled when S challenged ol' Lady to a race against Slitherin GT, his car from last year. Ducty had already kicked Slitherin's butt....so knowing Lady's reputation was on the line he challenged her for the title!


S smiled because Slitherin WON!
Looks like Lady has had her reign
and there is a new Sheriff in town!!!

To make this official he challenged Ducty.
She gave him a run for his money....and in the final leg lost by about an inch!


Looks like Slitherin GT is the car to beat next year...
back to the drawing board for me!

[should note that Ducty
looks great with her BLING on.]


We all smiled when J's car "UNO" WON the competition for being
The Most Pimped OUT Car! Way to go J and Dad.

You couldn't wipe the smile off his face.

Cookie Crisp was his TROPHY!
I smiled because someday he will feed his kids this cereal
and he will tell them about his FIRST Pinewood Derby!!!



S smiled because his brother won, and that was good enough for him.
...besides, he kicked both his mom's cars butts....who wouldn't smile about that!



...and later:


Mr. B took J out for a day of errands.
They talked about Mr. B's first Pinewood Derby car.

He was 8 or 9 and built his car by himself.
He walked to the Stake Center for the race.
His car didn't make it down the track.
It got stuck, just like J's.
Mr. B didn't have anyone there to help him out,
so he just got his car, and walked back home.

Mr. B felt so bad that J's car had gotten stuck.
Something about trying something new this year with the wheels and axils, and then the metal track with the gaps didn't go well together.

J told Mr. B., "It's okay Dad that it wasn't fast, we didn't care about that, we just wanted it to be the BEST looking, and it was. It WON the Best Pimped Car!"

After some big hugs he went and got the extra Pinewood Derby box so that he could help his daddy make a car for next year. Taking after his mom he used Sharpie Markers and a Fingernail file for sanding...!!!

"This will be Dads car next year,
and it will be the fastest Mom."

With a child's faith it probably will...



J smiled all afternoon while he worked on his car "smilie".

He named his car Happy!


...and who wouldn't be with a heart like that.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

The Yaya Sisters...

If I were really writing about the Yaya sisters in book form it would be entirely different than what follows.
I love the movie/book.
It is a hard one for me, yet....great reflection.




This, however, was in my inbox today from my mom
, and whatever mood I was in before dissipated upon digestion....ENJOY!

..
Be sure to read
the
diet at the end.


The Yaya Sisters















AND REMEMBER:
GOOD FRIENDS

ARE LIKE STARS .

YOU DON'T

ALWAYS SEE THEM,

BUT YOU ALWAYS KNOW
THEY ARE THERE!!!!!!



my New Years diet

Breakfast
1 grapefruit
1 slice whole wheat toast

1 cup skim milk


Lunch
1 small portion lean, steamed chicken

1 cup spinach

1 cup herbal tea

1 Hershey's kiss


Afternoon Tea
1 The rest of the Hershey Kisses in the bag
1 tub of Hagen-Diaz ice cream with chocolate chips


Dinner
4 glasses of wine

(red or white)
2 loaves garlic bread

1 family size supreme pizza

3 Snickers Bars


Late Night Snack
1 whole Sarah Lee cheesecake (eaten directly from the freezer)


Remember:

Stressed spelled backward

is desserts.

If you delete this message, you will gain 10 pounds immediately...

That's why I had to pass this on, I didn't want to risk it.




Handle every stressful situation like a dog
Pee on it and walk away

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Ten Tips For Surviving 2010

1. Stay out of trouble.



2. Aim for greater heights.


3. Stay focused on your job.


4. Exercise to maintain good health.


5. Practice team work.


6 Rely on your trusted partner
to watch your back.
Take your time trusting others.



7. Save for rainy days.

8. Rest and relax.

9. Always take time to smile.
and

10. Realize that nothing is impossible.

THE SENILITY PRAYER :

Grant me the senility to forget the people
I never liked anyway,
The good fortune to run into the ones I do,
and
The eyesight to tell the difference.


email forward.
source unknown.

Friday, January 8, 2010

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking

When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you hang my
first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately
wanted to paint another one.
When you thought I wasn't looking

I saw you feed a
stray cat,

and I learned that it was good to be kind
to animals.

When you thought I wasn't looking

I saw you make my
favorite cake for me,

and I learned that the little
things can be the special things in life.

When you thought I wasn't looking

I heard you say a
prayer,

and I knew that there is a God I could always
talk to, and I learned to trust in Him.

When you thought I wasn't looking

I saw you make a
meal and take it to a friend who was sick,

and I
learned that we all have to help take care of each other.

When you thought I wasn't looking

I saw you take care
of our house and everyone in it,

and I learned we have
to take care of what we are given.

When you thought I wasn't looking

I saw how you
handled your responsibilities,

even when you didn't
feel good, and I learned that I would have to be
responsible when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn't looking

I saw tears come
from your eyes,

and I learned that sometimes things
hurt, but it's all right to cry.

When you thought I wasn't looking

I saw that you
cared, and I wanted to be everything that I could be.

When you thought I wasn't looking

I learned most of
life's lessons that I need to know to be a good and
productive person when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn't looking

I looked at you and
wanted to say,

‘Thanks for all the things I saw when
you thought I wasn't looking'

Live simply.

Love generously.

Care deeply.

Speak kindly.

source unknown

on marriage

'Will you, um, marry me?' I haven't seen you in weeks! You don't look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! You're asking me to give up my - my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?