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Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Wayback Wednesday: "Thanksgiving"

I didn't take a single picture during our Thanksgiving this year.

This is the first year we didn't have Thanksgiving at my Mom's house since my Mom was a young mother. I decided to take a break / vacation and stay home and rest - instead of traveling home to Pocatello, Idaho. Because I didn't come home for Thanksgiving, my brothers and their families decided NOT to have it at Mom's this year. My Mom wasn't very happy, but she shared Thanksgiving at my sister Cindy's home with their family.

Oh!!! I did take ONE picture. Lyle, my big brother decided to come and have Thanksgiving in Nampa with Jenny and Taylor and their families. He called me earlier in the week and begged me to make rolls for them. Being such a NICE sister - I did. Beautiful rolls for Lyle. We discussed having dinner together - but both families decided to stay home and have a small family gatherings instead.
Our celebration was quiet and small - Jason, Sharon, Brady and me. I LOVED it! We cooked a turkey AND a ham because Jason needs a ham. It was a relaxing Thanksgiving and one I really needed.

I thought I would share a family Thanksgiving from around 1962 with my older sisters and brother around a beautiful turkey. I'm guessing Lyle is 4, Cindy is 5 and Christine is 6.  ??? ....
 Our neighbors must have been invited to dinner - because the girl with the curlers and in the red scarf is not a sister - a neighbor Michelle Lane. Next to her is my sister Cindy, on the other side of the table is Lyle and Christine.

They must be starving and waiting ... waiting to dig into that beautiful turkey.

This next picture is my Mom in front of some pies - probably at Thanksgiving time.
One of the things my Mother does for cream pies is make the crust ahead of time - waiting for the cream filling on Thanksgiving day.

I tried to make pie shells like my mom - on the outside of a pie tin and then she puts it on a plate - pie shell only.

I tried to make the first pie crust on the outside of a pie tin. What a pain in the neck to do the edges when the pie tin is upside down and you are basically trying to crimp the edges right on the counter with no room under the crimped edge.

Then I baked it. Next the fun part is trying to take the pie crust off of the pie tin without breaking it. I broke all three I tried to make. You have to take the crust off of the pie tin before it cools - resulting in burning fingers. I don't know how she does it.

After lots of failures, I decided to make it inside the pie tin. It was much easier and removal was easier too - but a pain in the neck.

I decided to call my sister and asked if there was a better way to remove the pie crust AND why Mom does this. I asked if it was because she didn't have enough pie tins for all the pies she makes??... Well, that wasn't the answer - she does it because she thinks it looks prettier. *shaking head. 

My sister doesn't do that - she keeps the crust IN THE pie tin. I should have called earlier - because I am NOT going to do that again. It's too hard. Plus, I don't care if it is in a pie tin or out of one. I'm glad I am learning all of these tricks and traditions as I make my own Thanksgiving. Practise make perfect - maybe one day it will be easier. 

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Post by Brady about New Facebook Account

Hope for Humanity


So yesterday I decided to make my Facebook account. I’ve been putting it off, but with one whole week off of school, I found myself ending up having to do it. STORY TIME!

Once upon a time,
There was a boy who was locked out of his Facebook account. A few weeks earlier he went to a harvest dance. His mom who liked to blog had been pestering him for days on end, pestering him to buck up and get a new Facebook account so she could get the pictures from the dance off of his profile and blog about it. Really selfish reason actually, don’t you think? However, the boy was just unready to tell everyone he knew and the choir class that he was a failure at life. So he procrastinated… and procrastinated… and procrastinated.

Finally, one day after coming downstairs from his room, he looked upon the kitchen counter. There was a note. He knew what it meant. CHORES. Some days, when his mom went to work before the boy woke up, his mother would leave a little “to-do” list on the kitchen counter. It was simple stuff, just stuff you think every child should do. Though, since he was lazy, he had to have the pressure of a note to motivate him to get the job done.

Just as he predicted, at the top of the note was written stuff like, “Eat breakfast” (yes, he needed to be reminded to eat, otherwise he might have starved… and died) “Take a shower” (some lazy days he would forget, then the aroma of the surrounding area would smell… like… Ø_ø) “Empty the dishwasher and load it with dirty dishes” (not something he would have spontaneously done without a note) “Make Bed” (Nooo! You’re not sleeping in it and it’s upstairs where your not looking at it! …Ugh, fine.)

Okay, now at the bottom of the note, there was some good news. The boys mother had checked her Facebook account and was seeing if anyone had graffitied his wall, or left anything important. However, upon her search, she found that her son was no longer one of her friends. She then checked his cousin’s profile and saw that he wasn’t listed under her family list either. The whole account was deleted!

This was actually good news. (Facebook did something right for once! The relationship is getting better already :D) If he was to create a new account, he would have to message everyone, all 300+ people to add him to his new account, and unfriend him from his old account. It would get very tiresome. Now with this information, he didn’t have to take the time to message everyone a generic… boring… sad sad story. [In case you were wondering, all his old friends would have to unfriend the first account to prevent the mutual friend situation when other people looked for him.]
So, after eating and doing some chores, he started to play his life away on the computer (…and procrastinated), until the game decided to make an update requiring him to log off for a period of time while the system re-booted. So, he was now down to some quality time with him, and that evil troll Facebook.

All in all, when he finally had enough friends to write on his wall [step 3- find your Facebook friends] Here is what I published.

The first post I loved, but then the kid took it off before I was able to get a picture of it. Very sarcastically, he wrote, “how stupid I am” on my wall. He name was Cody and he is a red-head [you can see him later]
Then I got-

Ugliest face ever… but no wait, pretty accurate description of Facebook!

Emily is the girl I went to the dance with. See, her profile picture is even a picture of us in our matching shirts. Aww, I’m We’re adorable.

Apparently he missed the memo, or was just being really sarcastic. He was one of my church buddies and I bet I was talking about this issue right in front of his face. I’m going with he was being stupid missed the memo.

Yeah best friends! So happy to be *breaks out in song* TO-GE-E-THER. Oh, and if you’re wondering what the glomp is for. *Pulls out a CD* you might want to listen to her theme song.

Surprisingly, the friends kept rolling in! No one sent him hate mail or harassed him about it, even when the boy gave them special permission to! There is hope for humanity!

Only problem now was, that little stream of pictures was empty. With the old Facebook, all his pictures and albums and tags were gone with it. It was completely naked except for his profile picture. So the boy quickly visited to download something.

Worked out perfectly, he likes to game, Green is his favorite color, and he thinks it goes well with white or black.

Then Emily came on in the nick of time to save him from his photo crisis.

Then bam!

21 photos! Wewt! Now who wants to play blackjack?

By the end of day two, the boy was virtually back on track. Just look at how many sad people get on their Facebook daily. Though, since this shows how many people regularly check their Facebook, the president of his National Honor Society was right, “If you don’t have a Facebook, then you’re not part of the social norm.”

The boy was now at a clean slate. It being a little awkward to have under 200 friends, but more were to come when the not so sad people checked their Facebook, and the weird people who the boy never talked to should now be off.

So, now part of the social norm, the boy is no longer sad, and the world goes round.

Oh hey, so this is a very slow post about what goes on in my life. I do not write one of these every day.

Monday, November 28, 2011

Post by Brady about Messing up Facebook Account

Joys of Facebook By Brady (Actually I copied it off of his Tumblr account / a blog - it needs to be in my blog journal - LOL)


Today I make my tumblr account. Well first off, a lot of people think I should blog. Apparently the mind of Brady is interesting, makes you giggle, that is, if you can decipher what the heck I’m saying.

Anyway, the reason why I am deciding to make a tumblr is I want an outlet. Facebook isn’t cutting it. Well, It would have sufficed probably if I didn’t get locked out. STORY TIME!

Once upon a time,

There was a boy who never had a smart phone. His family was frugal, and the phone he had was prepaid, being used only for emergencies. Then one day, his mom came up to him and said, “There is a really good deal for this Droid smart phone! You need to take a look at it.”

The boy was playing on the computer, lost in his own world. He glanced at it, but decided that his game was more important then trying to read techy jargon from a newspaper ad. As the boy played, magical forces were at work that would change his social interaction with the world.

A few days later, the mother had gotten him the smart phone. After setting it up, and adding $50.00 to the phone credit, the mother told him that he should explore this new device. As he did, he found out that a 17 year old with a 10 Cent Premium plan wasn’t going to work. Finding that he had spent more money in a relative month then being on a plan, they switched him to a plan where he gets unlimited texting. A concept that was familiar to him, but never experienced.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Remember how I said that magical forces were going to change his social interaction with the world? Well, this wasn’t just in a positive way. The phone also had Internet, and with Internet, mobile Facebook. Advancement into the mobile-digital world was still being explored.

Entering Facebook, he entered his e-mail and password. Then a security system came crashing in from Facebook. The message said that the device accessing the boys account was foreign, and security questions were required before Facebook would allow the boy to access his Facebook account. The security questions asked him for the last 5 digits of his license. The boys license wasn’t readily available, so he put his phone away, thinking he would do it some other time.

The boy then later accessed his Facebook account on his home computer. After accessing his account, Facebook security was in action again. A message had told him that a foreign device was accessing his Facebook account, and asked if he recognized it. “Yes! I do know what that is.” The boy said in his head, then read more of the message. It continued to read that the device location was coming from Southern California. “Umm… Change my mind.” As the boy clicked No, when he should have clicked Yes, a decision that he would soon regret.

By clicking “Yes,” Facebook security asked the boy to change his password. “Okay, fine…” the boy thought in his mind. He thought hard, and after a short while, he typed in a new password. After he had accepted the new password, he had already thought to himself that he was going to forget it. “But that’s okay isn’t it?” He thought. “If I forget my password, I can always just ask Facebook to send it to my e-mail.” This was true of course. So, unaware of the trap magical forces had set for him, he proceeded blindly onward.

Well, it turns out that the boy was right, he had forgotten his password. “Well this is annoying,” he thought, but just asked Facebook to send the password to his e-mail. You see, the boy had two e-mail accounts. A junk one that he gave away to those weird forms that you have to fill out, in which you would get lots of spam from businesses, and then a personal one. He never checked his spam e-mail, which was the very e-mail that his Facebook was linked to, being at the time when he signed up for Facebook, the only e-mail he had, but never decided to change it since Facebook can gunck up your inbox as well.

Logging in to his e-mail, a strange and unusual thing occurred, that had never happened before. He was redirected to a website that was Live e-mail, asking him to re-register for a Live account. You see, his previous e-mail was at Qwest, and had earlier been bought by a company named Live, which had deleted all Qwest e-mail accounts.

“Well that sucks!” said the boy. Facebook was now sending his password to a non-existent e-mail account. “Just my luck…” The people in charge of the Magic Forces Council were laughing and scoffing at him. They had deviously created a loophole in which a regular, unsuspecting dope would lock himself out of his Facebook account.

Going back over to Facebook, he needed 3 friends to help him recover his account. It gave him 3 different lists to choose from, limiting the people he could ask assistance from. The first list available had his 3 best friends, but since he could only choose 1 person per list, he chose his best friend in the whole wide world, Danielle. Going onto list 2, he found that his Mother’s Facebook

Great, now he had to get codes back from them in order to reset his password. First off was his Mothers account, easy to access from where he was. Next he had to talk to his best friend. She laughed and agreed to let him back into his Facebook account. So close, yet so far. Those magical forces weren’t having it. They were very stubborn about him being locked out of his Facebook account. As the boy called up his last friend, the friend explained to him that he had just come back from a trip with his family, and that when he returned back to his house, his modem was shot, fried, making the whole house Internet-less.

There was still hope though, the boy’s phone had Internet right? He was going to see his church friend the next day at Mutual (Mormon youth gathering in which they do various activities, occurs on a Wednesday.) After the activity, the boy let Nate use his phone to get into his e-mail account. It was very problematic though, the keyboard was a touch screen, and was very hard to type on. That and the email hooked to Nate’s Facebook account was given to him by his older brother, and he wasn’t 100% sure how to spell the password.

In frustration, he invited Nate over to his house. There at his computer, he let Nate log into his e-mail account. When he got in, e-mail security was in action. It told Nate that a foreign object was trying to access his e-mail account that his he would need to change his password. “WRIGHT IT DOWN!” the boy cried out when Nate explained what the mischievous smart phone had done.

“No, I think I should be able to remember this,” Nate said as he entered in the new password. Then accessing his Facebook account, gave the boy the codes he needed to reset his password, then left his humble abode.

Getting right onto Facebook, the boy entered the codes that would allow him to reset his password. After the codes went through, it took him to a page where he was to type in his new password. “It works!” They boy said, so close to victory. After typing in the new password, and clicking next, he was taken to a new screen.

“JOKE!” Facebook security trolled in his face. “You didn’t enter the codes within a specific time frame, so we’re not going to let you reset your password.”

Frustrated, the boy was going to make a second attempt at recovering his Facebook. He texted his best friend the situation, then on the third list of people, he wasn’t going to choose Nate again because he didn’t have Internet. “Okay lets see lets see…” he thought as his closely examined the names. “Ah hah! Edwardo!” Edwardo was another church friend, and the boy happened to have his phone number! Success! Calling up Edwardo, a bit late at night, he agreed that he would text him the codes before he went to bed. Edwardo was a gamer, so he was probably going to stay up till 2 a.m playing video games, so the best thing to do was to get a good night sleep.

The next morning, the boy checked his phone. Edwardo had delivered! Excited, he ran over to his computer to enter the codes. “JOKE!” Facebook’s security trolled in his face… again. One or more of these codes are wrong. Exhausted, thinking his problem would be over by now, he decided to check his mom’s Facebook account, seeing if he messed up with hers first before contacting the others. Looking at the code that she received, and comparing it to what he had written down, the code was COMPLETELY different. Typing this new code that the boy was originally supposed to receive, Facebook still continued to troll in his face. During last night, all the codes had been reset, and he would have to get them all again.

Texting his friends, he received new codes, that were completely different then they had originally given him. Going back to Facebook, he typed in all three new codes. The codes worked, and brought him to the password reset area. Now kids, I wouldn’t get your hopes up because like I said before this story, I can’t get into my Facebook account. Back to the story.

“JOKE!” Facebook trolled in the boys face for the third time. “Tee hee, you still didn’t meet the time frame!” and then it blew a raspberry in his face. Imagine that face popping out of the book in the first Harry Potter, when Harry was in the Restricted Section, and the picture that face coming out of my computer monitor, and then you have an idea how Facebook is acting. In the meantime, the Magic Forces Council was laughing at him hardcore. Later research was done to show that it was a sold out show, and a popcorn’s best seller show to see a little boy suffer.

The boy hated asking a third time for Edwardo to let him back into his Facebook account since he didn’t feel like he had that social establishment built with him. A third time would have felt a little naggy he thought, so he waited until Nate got his Internet access back.

Third time’s a charm right? Wrong! Hopefully you’re seeing the pattern here. The next time he asked, he got his Mom’s code and Nate’s code, yeah, he got his Internet back by this time. Last was Danielle’s code, but she didn’t want to answer her phone. Turns out that she was doing something with her family and didn’t have her phone on her the whole day. The next day, the boy was hanging out with his friends at a corn maze, which included Danielle. Afterwards they were going to watch Vampire Diaries and Danielle’s house. The boy was thinking that the time frame that Facebook kept trolling about was 24 hours. He was just beating the clock when at Danielle’s house. He was about 23 hours from sending the codes. After getting the code from Danielle, he talked his mom through the process on the phone (as he was not a home) how to reset the password. He told her the new password to type in. Then his mom got trolled at by Facebook, telling her that they had yet to meet the time frame, and that the password reset had expired.

“I GIVE UP!” the boy cried out in an all caps rage. The Magical Forces Council cheered. The boy was officially in a hate relationship with Facebook. It would be a long time before his next attempt.

Sometime during the next month, it being November, the boy was ready to forgive Facebook and get back into his account. He was smarter this time and had pre-texted his friends that he was about to send them recovery codes. The were both ready for them, allowing them to get him the codes within minutes However, the magical forces that were at work long ago were still in effect. This time, when the boy tried, Facebook gave him a message saying, “Sucks you can’t get into your e-mail bro, unfortunately, I can’t verify that you are Brady. So sorry, sucks to be you,” which had meant that he couldn’t even use 3 of his friends to get him back into his account.

The boy had only one option left, being forced to create a new Facebook account, then send out a message explaining to the whole social world that he was a failure at life. Though, before he did, he needed an outlet.

“Tumblr…” the boy pondered. “This is going to be fun!” And bing badda boom! The Fruits of Time was born.


I have yet to make a new Facebook account. Sad thing is that I also had a choir Facebook group which I was the only admin, and now I have to make them sign up for a new group and leave the old one. So not only am I going to have to tell all my Facebook friends how stupid I am, but everyone in choir as well.

Nate is also now locked out of that e-mail account. And the magical forces get another victim! Oh well, happens to the best of us I guess.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Harvest Dance Pictures

Harvest Dance 2011

Emily asked Brady - Yea!
 Brady and Emily

The T-Shirt says:

I "heart" This Mormon Boy/Girl
 On the back their names
 The girls were very creative with the T-shirts. I LOVED them!

What a great example these young kids brought to the dance. I'm sure lots of kids wanted to be one of those weird Mormon kids. They had such fun!
 A rainbow of color. The first shirts are purple although the color is off in the photo.. Brady and Emily are navy then the next couple is blue.

 This photo cracked me up.
The boys on the girls back .... ha ha ha
 Earlier that day they had a fun activity for the group. Each couple decorated a cake with their hands tied together.

Emily and Brady's was a beach themed cake.
 They won 3rd place.
All the cakes.
They had dinner at a local church. Brady said it was very yummy.
They had a great time.
Emily confessed that her checks were so sore from smiling so much.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Service at Boise Rescue Mission

Brady volunteered to help the Boise Rescue Mission put together Thanksgiving Food Boxes for the needy. This service was part of Brady's National Honor Society at Meridian High School. There were around 20 kids from NHS to help put the food boxes together.

Because the Rescue Mission is located downtown Boise, I decided to drive Brady there and stay and volunteer too. 

When we first arrived they put us to work on a mass mailing while our hands were clean.

They then did a quick orientation of what services they provide the homeless and those in need.

Then they put us to work putting together food boxes for a Thanksgiving meal.
 We signed up to help out from 5:00 pm to 8:30 pm. We had a bunch of extra time left after completing the food boxes, so they put us to work logging in donated food (for the IRS).
It was amazing all the food that was donated and it was a lot of work to take care of Uncle Sam before they could distribute the food. We had to organize it into:
Boxed goods
Jar goods like peanut butter, oil etc.

I couldn't believe how dented the cans were and smashed the boxes are by the time they get to the Rescue mission. But I guess food is food.

It was a fun evening helping out. I really enjoyed it a lot and hope to be able to volunteer again.

It makes you realize how blessed we really are to have a home and food to eat - plus a job to provide for our needs. We are very blessed indeed.

November Devotional and Visiting Teaching

This month for Visiting Teaching we did the Forget Me Not flower  -  "You are Not Forgotten" talk by President Uchtdorf.

 I also gave them an M&M filled turkey for each person in their household.

I also made 24 M&M turkey's for Brady's Seminary Devotional on November 17th. I traditionally make these each year for his Seminary Devotional. However this is my LAST year for his Senior year - sniff sniff...

I thought I would include a couple of Thanksgiving decorations too! 
Happy Thanksgiving! 

No Shave November

I know NO SHAVE November is not up yet, but Brady had to shave on the 17th. We had to show his whisker progress beFORE he shaved. He had to take a bunch of school pictures for the clubs he is in for the yearbook.

Link Crew
National Honors Society
Senior Class 
 He really has a great start to his beard.
 Aaaah the joys of having a month off of shaving!

He decided NOT to shave it all off - just trim it.
 He made a whisker line along his jaw bone.
I'm not quite sure if I like hairy boys. But, I guess it's just one month a year.
Lots of hair off his neck.

The pictures are done and it's only another week of no shaving. I hope he enjoys every minute of it!

Fall Yard Clean Up

Spring and Fall come with their own challenges.

Spring plant flowers!
Fall remove flowers. 
It's always a lot of work. But I love the beauty of my flower gardens.
 I don't particularly love the barren look of cleaned up flower beds or the leaves off of the lilac bush, but it's much better then dead flowers all winter that have to be cleaned up in the spring.

I have been working really hard to get the yard cleaned up while we had free leaf / yard clean up - garbage pick up. Yea! It's done!
 I miss all those beautiful flowers - I planted a bunch for the wedding! I had a beautiful yard this year and enjoyed every minute of it!
I love impatients planted in the front yard. Now they are all gone.
 The berm along the side of my house. These pictures were taken in July. By October everything was large and filled in.
Cleaning up the berm was a lot of hard work - but now it's clean.
 Back yard on the side of the patio.
Flowers everywhere.
All gone until next year.

Whooh.. I'm glad it's done and the yard is put to bed.

Taylor's Baby Shower

 November 5th I was invited to my niece - Taylor's baby shower. I was excited to go and share this wonderful event with her.
The Mommy and Daddy.
Taylor and Gerald.

I met Gerald at the Baby shower, he seems like a really great guy. Taylor and Gerald are having a baby boy in February.

I thought it was really early to have their baby shower, but Gerald's grandma could only host the shower at her house in November. Jenny, Taylor's sister co-hosted the shower by sending out the invitations and finding games to play.

The grandma's house is in Hidden Springs, a sub division in the foothills around Boise. I've never been there and didn't realize how far it was. Google maps said it would take about 30 minutes to get there from Meridian.

The shower started at 6PM - so I left at 5:30 pm. Due to daylight savings time, it was getting pretty dark.

I followed the map and ended up on this winding road through the hills - at night - DARK! 
 I kept driving and driving in the dark, winding and winding. I kept thinking that this wasn't right - it IS taking too long. I'm lost, out in the mountains at night in the dark, by myself. Should I turn around? Shoot! Where was I going?

FINALLY, I found the little town.

OK... so far I'm in the right place ... Now I needed to find the house IN THE DARK - GREAT!

I followed Google maps.. Still winding farther and farther through the town - almost at the end of this small hidden town.
I found the street, but couldn't see any house with the address. It was so DARK! I couldn't see house numbers - but the few I saw were NOT even close to the address of the shower.

I was getting really upset. I decided to turn the other way on the road and go up another hill that turned and winded in a different direction. I was LOST and getting really upset.

FINALLY, I saw a bunch of cars ... this has to be the place right?

But it was too dark and I couldn't figure out which house it was. I decided to park and walk around. With address in hand I walked up the street. I couldn't even find many house numbers on the houses. But, the few I did see I knew it had to be close.

Because it was DARK, I basically had to walk right up to the house to see the house number. I looked in windows trying to see a shower - Jenny (sister/niece) or Taylor.

As I was about to give up and drive back home I saw Jenny in the window - FINALLY. I went back to the car and grabbed my presents. When I went back to the house (which I never could find their house number) - I had a really hard time finding the front door. When you walk up to the house there was an arch and through the arch was an deluxe outdoor living room. There were some glass doors, and I knocked on it to let me in - but I was at the wrong door. Jeesh - rich people!! - can't even find your front door. 

By the time I arrived I was really upset. (Note to self - always carry a flash light in the car). The house was full of people - whom I didn't know (families - husbands and wives). There was a food buffet and they were having dinner - great I'd already eaten dinner. I found Jenny and gave her a hug. I told her how terrible it was trying to find the location and I was so upset that I was ready to go home.

OK - I know I am a wimp - but I was upset (quite close to crying) that it took me over an hour to find the place (when I expected to be there in a half hour). Jenny talked me into staying and I sat down for a minute and tried to pull myself together. A while later I was better and started to relax and enjoy the shower.
The shower ended up being wonderful - even though I didn't know anyone. I really hated being there by myself with all of Gerald's family. But it was fine.

Taylor and her baby were spoiled. Lots of great presents. I'm glad I found it and was able to attend.

Just a NOTE!!! If you live in the boonies and have invited people over for a party PLEASE make sure your house number is lit up AND you should have a sign or balloons directing people to your house. Such a small thing helps wimps like me.


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