awkward german bread

Awkward

I overheard Cayleb explain to his friend Timothy the definition of awkward. I was so impressed their 5 year old interaction had moved to real conversation and evolved to something more than Clone trooper battles and sword fights.

Cayleb - "You know what awkward means?"

Timothy - No answer.

Cayleb confidently explained - "It is when you are in a room and you are the only boy and there are lots of girls, that's awkward."

We'll see how long this definition sticks.


German Bread

Madalyn - "Mom, what is German bread?"

Me - I am a so, so cook that still relies heavily on Campbell's soup and ward cook books, so I answered, "Well, I've never heard of German bread, we'll have to look that up. By the way where did you learn about German bread?"

Madalyn - "From a song."

Me - "Sing it to me."

Madalyn - "......do a deer a female deer,

ray, a drop of golden sun,

mi, a name I call myself,

fa, a long, long way to go

so, a needle pulling thread,

la, a note to follow so

ti, a drink with German bread!"

Randog's Dream Job

Randy loves his job! Several years ago, he was mowing the grass, and decided he wanted to pursue the career goal he had back in high school,

seminary teaching

he didn't want to do something he felt had him in "golden handcuffs" and where he wasn't really happy, not making a difference, just making money.

He made the change and has never regretted his decision.

He is almost a month into this quarter,

always loves the infusion of "new Israel" students-

So this is what my hubby chose for a job, he gets to teach about the gospel, study scriptures, build the kingdom, work in an ultra-positive and life changing institution,

pretty cool if I must say so myself.

But this is how it is described on the web-site,

www. ldsces.org/seattle

Welcome to the Seattle Institute of Religion! Located right in the midst of the beautiful University of Washington campus, our institute building has been a gathering place, a refuge, and a place of learning for nearly 50 years. We offer 20 different classes--both day and night-- (sign up for a class) open to all types of students: single and married, undergrad and graduate, full-time and part-time.



We also have many non-student young single adults (ages 18-30) who participate in our program. In addition to classes, we sponsor activities, lunches on Fridays, a kitchen, a well-stocked LDS library, a wireless internet connection, a basketball court, and a game room where students (and teachers) play pool, foosball, ping-pong, and other games, and where people just come to hang out, meet friends, and retreat from the stress. We also serve students and young single adults all over the west end of the region (Seattle, Seattle North, Shoreline, Lynnwood, Everett, Snohomish, and Marysville Stakes). Call for information on "satellite" classes. So check out this web page to enroll, to find out what's happening at the Institute or who knows what else! Please call us if we can be of service: 206-633-2955 206-633-2955, or email us at seattlewa@ldsces.org
Schools Served :University of Washington

I killed Bella the Beagle

Once a bird flew into my windshield,

I've stepped on the brake for many cats and dogs,

in Hi-Country learned to spot the deer and rabbits,

once spun out trying to avoid hitting a rabbit on the hill,

but little Bella the Beagle didn't quite make it.

I saw her dart out from the sidewalk,

I put on my brakes thinking I just missed her, maybe I misjudged the distance and she was huddled waiting in the middle of the road,

then the all-telling gentle thud under the truck tire.

I pulled to the side of the road, hopped out, Bella stood up, "phew, I probably just got a leg," then she toppled over.

A moment later her body became rigid and blood trickled out of her nose.

I thought I would cry.

I didn't,

at first.

Apparently Bella gets out all the time. My friend Vicki was just coming down the road too, we were both dropping kids off to pre-school, she stopped, the local walking groups stopped, and noticed her from her earlier escapades romping free in the neighborhood.

Thankfully Makenzy sat in her car seat, not screaming, not crying, just being patient.

I looked at the shiny dog tag,

Bella

an then her address and phone number.

One of the walking ladies called,

apparently they were already out looking for Bella.

I don't know why the boy about 14 years old or so, wasn't at school already, it was almost 10 a.m. by now, but he came running over first, his dad shortly followed.

They were sobbing, the dad must of called his wife, he said she was "dead" then started crying harder. I told them I was so sorry, I thought I had stopped in time.

I knew it wasn't my fault but I was glad he said it too. He thanked me for stopping.

Seriously, why wouldn't I?

Walking group lady #3 was so helpful, ran home to get a box and an old garage blanket.

I went home and then my headache started. I vegged out on the couch and cried, Makenzy fell asleep unusually early for her nap. A small mercy.

I called Randy on Skype and cried, I didn't know he had students in his room.

Picked up Cayleb from pre-school, no rain this day, so the dark blood and trace of crushed feces squooshed out by my big old Michelin tire still spotted the road.

When Vicki asked if I was o.k., I gurgled out a sort of o.k. response, but thanks again for stopping and offering your help.

When the kids got home, they thought Randy was joking about the beagle. Cayden wanted to know if blood was still on the tire.

Bye, Bella the Beagle, so sorry!

Before the Salmon

Nothing like being a few minutes from the water,

before the salmon we come here to

skip stones,

get mud inbetween the toes,

and spend a bit of time together.

In a few more days, the largest salmon run in the lower 48 states will be laying their eggs here in the Cedar River.

Part of the curriculum for Madalyn's class is learning all about the salmon cycle, they'll have a field trip here shortly to see sockeye, chinook, and maybe some pinks swimming upstream.