Cold, Chips, Callings, COOL and Comedy!

Originally intended to be yesterday's blog.  I still have the lame FUNMOODS VIRUS, but my computer is much better than it was... all cleaned up and free of every other spyware and garbage program!  People who create viruses for computers need to be in prison with the worst of criminals!  Just sayin.

COLD:  It's been as cold as minus sixteen in the past week, here in our valley.  Warming up to five degrees above zero as a high for the day.  Crazy inversion.  Doug went for a walk last night and at the time, it was six below.  When he returned,  I said, "You do realize that you have to be crazy to want to be outside in this cold.  His response:  "You don't have to be crazy to go for a walk when it's six below, but, it helps."  He's so funny.

CHIPS: Quayd had us rolling all afternoon on Saturday.  He asked for some Doritos.  I said, "Later, for dinner."  He then started with the please, please, pretty please teases.  This went on for over an hour.  He became quite creative in his asking.  It, then, became a game.  He would ask and ask and ask.  I would ignore, teasing.  I went into the bathroom and locked the door, teasing him.  My cell phone rings.   It's him. Standing on the other side of the door.  "Pulllleeeeeeeez, Mom.  I neeeeeeeeeeed Doritoes."  Ten calls later.  Land line, cell phone, land line.... Still, puleeeeeezing.  We were all laughing hysterically.  The more he pleased, the more I said no.  Finally, I said, still teasing, "If you ask for Doritos one more time in any way, shape or form, you won't get Doritos until you are sixteen."  He get this sheepishly serious look on his face and walked away.  A few minutes later, my cell phone rings.  "Mom, could I have some of those triangles?  Puleeeeeeeeeeeeeez?"  PS.  Quayd, that's a shape.  Half an hour later, phone rings.  He's in the living room.  I'm in the gallery.  "Mom, what if they were rectangles?"  

CALLINGS:  As one of the responsibilities of the 14/15 year old boys in the LDS Church, they are assigned to Home Teach.  (I've explained this before...Two home teachers are assigned to visit two or three specific families at least once a month, leave a spiritual message, check on the family and report back to the Bishop, if there were to be any needs.  It's a great way to keep us in touch and aware of any needs that might be of help to a family or just makes everyone aware of each others well-being...not invasive, just very beneficial)  So.  Quayd's home teaching companion, a marvelous past bishop of the church called to schedule thier January Home Teaching appointment for the exact time that Once Upon A Time starts on TV.  This is Quayd's big obsession, lately... hence the camcorder and sword for Christmas, so that he could film his own episodes!

Quayd got this horrified look on his face! 7:00?! He's literally been counting the hours for the shows winter premiere for weeks! Quayd told Brother Gittins that he'd get back to him after checking with us. He hung up and looked at me, like, "Any night but tonight." I just said, "It's your calling.  Your responsibility.  You decide."  He took a deep breath and said, "I have to prepare the lesson cuz Brother Gittins is making the appointments. He shared, "Last month, Brother Gittins said that if he makes the appointments, then I teach and if I make the appointments, he teaches." Brother Gittins hadn't had to remind him. Quayd sat down and reviewed the First Presidency Message, added some personal thoughts and called Brother Gittins back to let him know he was going and and that he had his lesson prepared! It was a proud mama moment! When he came home, he said it was lots of fun and that he could watch Once Upon a Time after school today.  He also shared that one of the couples he home teaches doesn't drive and they miss Brother Weeks, who is in a nursing home.  "Dad, we need to go see Brother Weeks and take them with us.  It would be a good service."  I heart this boy.

COOL: I drove the kids to the bus stop this morning.  It was six below.  Grace informed me, as we waited in the dark, "The populars say it's uncool to have your mom drive you to the bus stop."  I said, "It's unCOOL to want to be in a warm car instead of standing outside in the cold.  They say it makes you unBrave."  I said, "Hmm.  Standing out in the cold when you could be in a toasty warm vehicle until the bus arrives doesn't make you unBrave.  I think it makes you UNsmart."  Gracie's little infatuation with a certain "popular" makes me grin.  Then, she commented, "Well, next year, we'll have a car to drive.  (Quayd will be old enough to get his license.)  She went on.  "I'm going to get a job if it takes me two years!  Mom!  If I buy a car, will you buy the gas?!?!  And when I get a job, I'm going to buy lots of clothes too!"  I'm hoping that in the next two years, she gets that job because I think, with her taste, she's going to need a job!

I saw this on Facebook three times over the weekend.  This cracked me up!  ETA:  This little guy reminds me of Go-Go...all talk and no action!  Everyone knows that I'm a dog lover!

 

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Comments

[susan]

I HATE that cat. And what's wrong with the owners...allowing the poor pup to be tormented. Jerks!