Announced plan to open Mormon-themed restaurants! There is an idea floating around Utah, Arizona, Missouri, Idaho and California for a chain of non-pretentious Mormon-themed restaurants called "The Steak Center" (Where There's Never a Dry, Boring Meating!). Each Steak Center will have one enormous dining area with basketball hoops at either end and folding metal chairs and long tables covered in plastic tablecloths. The Steak Centers will not have hostesses, but greeters -- men in their seventies will meet you at the door and talk like they have known you all your life.
The main menu items for lunch and dinner will be:
*Porterhouse Rockwell Steak
*Primary Rib
*Poor Wayfaring Pan of Beef
*Parsley P. Pratt Funeral Potatoes
*Eliza R. Snow crab (in season)
*And It Came to Pasta
*Kraft MacaMoroni and Cheese.
Breakfast items will include:
*Pearls of Great Rice
*Frosted Minivans
*Adam-ondi-Omelettes
Also availableIn Our Lovely Desserts:
*Fast Sundaes
*Gadianton Cobbler
*Laman Meringue Pie (just sinful!)
The waiters will be 12- and 13-year-old boys wearing white shirts and their fathers' ties..At the end of the night the customers will be asked to help fold up the chairs and tables and vacuum the floor. Franchises are selling faster than Sunbeams on Skittles! Get yours while they last!Closed Sundays and Monday evenings.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
I'm baaaack! (Finally)
I decided it was time to start blogging again. Not sure what I will say or post that will thrill anyone but hey, something is better than nothing, right? So...new design, title board, etc. to excite the avid readers of this blog. Are you to the edge of your seat yet??? HAHA :)
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Catch up!
I finally remembered to check out the blog world today...discovering how far behind I am on it, including my own. So here's a recap of what we've been up to for the last 2 months.
This is a mural I painted on my sister's nursery wall for my new nephew, Rhett. His room is done in baby Snoopy if you couldn't already guess that from the pic
In the midst of getting dumped on with alot of snow in January we found a somewhat warm day to go play in it. Andy and I had a contest to see who could make the best snowman...well, he took it as the biggest snowman contest. He got the bottom ball done sitting at about 5 feet tall and decided he couldn't do anymore...so I won! (Sorry no picture of his snowball...I mean snowman)
Chandler and his best friend from across the street joined in on the fun too.
Christmas 2009
This is a mural I painted on my sister's nursery wall for my new nephew, Rhett. His room is done in baby Snoopy if you couldn't already guess that from the pic
In the midst of getting dumped on with alot of snow in January we found a somewhat warm day to go play in it. Andy and I had a contest to see who could make the best snowman...well, he took it as the biggest snowman contest. He got the bottom ball done sitting at about 5 feet tall and decided he couldn't do anymore...so I won! (Sorry no picture of his snowball...I mean snowman)
Chandler and his best friend from across the street joined in on the fun too.
Christmas 2009
Chandler ended up with a lots of new board games and toys to play with. He played with them quite a bit for a couple of days...now they've just gotten thrown into the heap of other toys he has but never seems to play with. (Time for a spring cleaning again in that dept I think)
Went ice skating with some friends...balance was quite a challenge for me.
My sister Tamara was staying with us over Christmas so she came along too. I think my legs actually look kinda long in this pic!
My sister Tamara was staying with us over Christmas so she came along too. I think my legs actually look kinda long in this pic!
About as much time as it took to take this picture was the same amount of time Chandler wanted to ice skate. We barely started pulling him out on it and he freaked out and didn't go back on the ice for the rest of the afternoon. But he still looks so adorable!!
Other than that, Andy has gone to a few Jazz games with his brother and old roommate. We're braving all this snow with no SUV this year, but I love the change of seasons.
Other than that, Andy has gone to a few Jazz games with his brother and old roommate. We're braving all this snow with no SUV this year, but I love the change of seasons. (Hopefully I'll keep on this thing better from now on too!)
Thursday, December 3, 2009
The Invisible Mom
I got this forwarded to me in an email and thought it was a really good story to share. Hope you enjoy!
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?'
Obviously not, no one can see when I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I am invisible...the Invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more! Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this?
Some days I am not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order 'Right around 5:30 please'.
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude-but now, they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's going, she's gone!
One night a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she had stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this'. It was a book on the great Cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read the inscription: 'To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees'.
In the days ahead I would read-no devour-the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one could say who built the great cathedrals, we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God could see everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man, who came to visit the cathedral as it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof. No one will ever see it. And the workman replied, 'Because God sees'.
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even if no one around you does.
No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become. At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction...But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my old self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for 3 hours and presses all the linens for the table'. That would mean I'd built a shrine or monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then if there's any more to say to his friend, to add, 'You're gonna love it there'.
As mothers we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
Great job MOMs!
Share this with all the Invisible Moms you know...I just did. The will of God will never take you where the grace of God will not protect you.
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?'
Obviously not, no one can see when I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I am invisible...the Invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more! Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this?
Some days I am not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order 'Right around 5:30 please'.
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude-but now, they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's going, she's gone!
One night a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she had stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this'. It was a book on the great Cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read the inscription: 'To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees'.
In the days ahead I would read-no devour-the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one could say who built the great cathedrals, we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God could see everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man, who came to visit the cathedral as it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof. No one will ever see it. And the workman replied, 'Because God sees'.
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even if no one around you does.
No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become. At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction...But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my old self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for 3 hours and presses all the linens for the table'. That would mean I'd built a shrine or monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then if there's any more to say to his friend, to add, 'You're gonna love it there'.
As mothers we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
Great job MOMs!
Share this with all the Invisible Moms you know...I just did. The will of God will never take you where the grace of God will not protect you.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Honesty of a Child
Recent conversation I had with Chandler:
C: Mom do you use bad words?
M: [shocked gasp] uh...yeah sometimes I have.
C: What bad words were they?
M: I don't remember (convenient memory loss).
C: Oh, cuz I've heard you use them before.
M: oh....... [crap!]
**One more example of realizing children pay attention alot more than we give them credit for.
C: Mom do you use bad words?
M: [shocked gasp] uh...yeah sometimes I have.
C: What bad words were they?
M: I don't remember (convenient memory loss).
C: Oh, cuz I've heard you use them before.
M: oh....... [crap!]
**One more example of realizing children pay attention alot more than we give them credit for.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Behind....
Wow I can't believe it's been over two months since I blogged on here. Time flies when you're working two jobs haha. So I'll condense it down to the two big events that have happened over the past two months which are my [not-so-little-anymore] boy turned 5 at the end of September! And my trip to Seattle to visit my family. I am experiencing some kind of upload malfunction with the pics so they're available on my Facebook photo album if you want to check them out).
Monday, August 10, 2009
Chandler's room is done!
I got Chandler's room done quite a few weeks ago but finally took pictures and got them on the computer today. I really like how it turned out...simple but cute and I bet there isn't another kid in the neighborhood with a Calvin and Hobbes room.
Quilt I made to match the decor
The letters are wooden ones hung from the curtain border.
Close up of his wall
Quilt I made to match the decor
The letters are wooden ones hung from the curtain border.
Close up of his wall
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