Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Life Skills
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Does This Make Me a Bad Aunt?
This year, along with a book (Wo and Becky's kids) or cash (Jenny and John's kids), I have been sending each birthday niblet a video. The videos summarize their lives thus far using some of their favorite songs and a whole lot of photos (there are a lot of bloggers in my family, so finding photos of nearly every moment of these kids lives has not been difficult).
Jonah's video turned out pretty darn good, but I was having trouble finding a card to send with the DVD. You see, Jonah loves animals and is especially fond of wolves, so I really wanted to find him a wolf card.
It turns out, hunting down a wolf birthday card in southern Idaho is kind of tricky.
Which is interesting considering how easy it is to hunt down an actual wolf...
So I decided it would be best just to make my own wolf birthday card for Jonah.
This is what I came up with...
The front of the card:
And the inside:
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Birthday Report 2013
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
The Birthday Post
1. I’m pretty sure this counts as a legitimate excuse to buy 31 books on my Barnes and Noble wish list. And, now that I will have around 31 less activities to attend per month (Farewell, My Branch! Adieu!), I might have time to read a few of them.
2. Now Baskin Robins 31 Flavors and I can have the kind of kinship I have only ever dreamed about with other food vendors.
3. My age totally won the Super Bowl – Saints 31, Colts 17.

4. N.A.S.A. Space Shuttle Mission STS 31 launched the Hubble Telescope. If I try hard enough, I could probably think of some sort of parallel between the space mission that launched the most powerful telescope in the galaxy and my thirty-first birthday being the symbolic launch of my higher, clearer view of life, but that would take too much energy, and at my age I shouldn't waste what little energy I have. So I won't.
5. There are 31 pairs of spinal nerves in the human body and I am pretty sure all of mine are still under warranty.
6. 31 is a prime number equal to the sum of the decimal digits of its 7th power (317 = 27512614111, which sums to 31). Really.
7. I am now officially too old to compete in the international cart-wheel competition, so it is a HUGE relief to have that pressure gone.
8. Thirty one is the age when, instead of people being sad when I don’t have a date, they can be really happily surprised when I do.

9. The first chapter of the Bible has 31 verses. That could be some sort of symbolism for the book of my life just being started, right?
10. While we are on a religious theme, Buddha preached on the 31 levels of existence in our universe. So that means I must be pretty close to reaching nirvana, or something.
11. Birthday = Presents!
12. The Mir Space Station docked with 31 spacecraft before it was abandoned and left to aimlessly drift around space for eternity. The good news? I am not a space station.
13. Thirty one is the largest primorial prime less than the next prime squared, i.e., 5# + 1 = (2*3*5) + 1 = 31 < 72 =" 49."
14. There are 31 NFL football stadiums and this year I might actually visit one of them.
15. According to the brain researcher from our teacher inservice last week, I still have a year left before my brain starts rotting away in my head. Hooray for one more year before brain-rot!
16. My age now reflects my nieces to aunt ratio… 3:1.
17. The USDA school lunch program prepares food for 31 million students each school day, and I don’t have to eat any of it if I don’t want to.
19. It is going to be a ton of fun to hear my speech-impedimented nephews say, “furity wone” over and over for the next year.
20. Odd number ages are more difficult for my kidlets to figure out when they ask how old I am and I give them my birth year and tell them to do the math.
21. Now that I will be in a family ward, it is perfectly acceptable to go back to bringing coloring books and Cheerios to Sacrament meeting.
22. On another church note, there will be a many more places to hide to avoid attending Sunday school than there were in the seminary building.

23. I read somewhere that thirty-one-year-olds junior high/ institute teachers are more likely to find perfect, affordable houses within their stake boundaries than thirty-year-old junior high/institute teachers.
24. That sort of advanced age qualifies me for special parking privileges, right?
25. Wearing matronly skirts and sensible shoes will not only be accepted, but expected.
26. I can finally stop worrying about Angelina Jolie trying to adopt me.
27. Nine out of ten blue-jean-wearing cowboys prefer thirty-one year old women with gravy making skills to 90 pound nineteen-year-olds who can’t follow a recipe longer than a Twitter post.
28. My new Family Home Evening Group? The original Branch Presidency!
29. Now, when I decide I can’t wake up for the 6 a.m. institute class, I can sleep in without fear of being hunted down by the institute truancy squad.
30. Did I mention that I get to have Family Home Evening with the Jones, Barkers, Hobsons, Burgesses, and Woodhouses!!!
Sunday, February 15, 2009
But no matter what, Jenny will always be older than me.
And I am proud to say that I have spent the past three decades living up to the tremendous potential hinted at by that sign so many years ago: I am a pretty decent teacher, a college graduate, a published writer, and a returned missionary. I can play three instruments, speak fluent Canadian, and program my DVR to record two programs at the same time. When I look back on my list of accomplishments, I can't help but feel tremendously blessed, which is odd because, when I look back on the photos of my early childhood, I can't help but notice that I look tremendously annoyed.
My big sister Jenny always seems to be smiling and looking pleased as punch about her lot in life, but my facial expressions seemed confined to the unhappy, confused, or generally ticked off side of the emotional spectrum. I find this to be somewhat troubling because I have always believed my childhood was extraordinarily pleasant. Photographic evidence, however, seems to disprove that.
...frustration,

... confusion,

...and whatever emotion inspired me to do this.

I clearly suffered a great deal during my formative years, but that newly gained insight into my past has actually had a positive effect on me. I have been anticipating this thirtieth birthday with a great deal of trepidation because I couldn't imagine that my life could get any better than it has been. I felt like I had already experienced my high point and everything else would have to be a downhill plunge into the dark and hopeless abyss of old age. So you can imagine my relief when I realized that, according to the photos, my childhood actually sucked, which means I still have some good years banked.
Here's hoping the next thirty years are just as terrifying, frustrating, and confusing as the last thirty, because it has been one heck of a fun ride. Viva la birthdays! And please pass the cake.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Happy Birthday Elizabeth!
...And I was a tiger. So we spent three years of our lives being conditioned to hate each other.
Then, as if that wasn't enough of a metaphysical wedge between us, we now work at rival districts across the river from each other. Our two districts have very different philosophies about educating children. My district believes, for example, that it helps for the students to actually attend classes on a regular basis while her district subscribes to the idea that having the kids spend a grand total of four hours a week in class is "more than enough learnin' for them childrens."But somehow we are able to overlook our differences and still be friends (except for last weekend when she came to pick me up for dinner then wouldn't let me in the car because I was wearing one of my school t-shirts. So I guess we can't be the model relationship that will eventually bring peace to the Middle East...yet.) In fact, I think so highly of Elizabeth that I am considering writing her in on the ballot when I vote for a new president two months from now. Here's why:
Reason #1 Why I am voting for Elizabeth for president: She goes above and beyond the call of duty. As the commander-in-chief of her district's music program, Liz had her hair put into Medusa dreadlocks for the Halloween concert a full week before the actual performance. She spent seven days being mistaken for a wandering reggae singer/pot dealer so that her student's would have a memorable experience. That is dedication.
Reason #6 Why I am voting for Elizabeth for president: She works really, really hard. Liz not only spends 8 hours a day driving from rural school to rural school to teach music and conduct orchestras, she also teaches private lessons that extend her workdays from 7 am to 8 pm. As a result, she spends a lot of her non-teaching time sleeping (including during movies, which warrants a whole post on its own).
She was so tired this weekend that she actually fell asleep during her birthday party at my house this afternoon.







