Tuesday, August 31, 2010

20-10-20-11 hike

Head bands, face paint, knee high moccasins, red and white as far as the eye can see. You have now entered "Who's house? Brave's House".
Some places it's an institution all of it's own, some places it's barely noticed, for our family you are born and bred a Brave. What could I possibly be talking about? High School Football Season - September through November, if all goes well Late November.
Don't know how the team is rated but Bountiful, a 4A school, took on Lone Peak, 5A, pre-season and lost only by a field goal.
So what, besides everything possible red, could a senior possibly use? How about a stadium blanket. Made out of recycled levis, specifically pockets when possible, and a furry red inside to warm them and a friend or two during cold games. Below is the finished product of Liz's stadium blanket - now she just needs someone to wrap up with.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

The Sun Arises in the Fall...

As sure as the sun will rise, as sure as autumn will follow summer, Elizabeth is drawn, like a moth, back to the ballet studio. To dance and practice, allegro, grand allegro, center work; and to work with those just starting out on a journey she started 13 years ago.  To hold the hands of little ones and teach them the beginnings, plie just to start, and to do her own work, plie, the beginning of every class. As one ballet expert is quoted as saying, "Plie is the first thing you learn, and the last thing you master."
On top of the 8 hours in the studio, Nutcracker begins after tryouts in a couple weeks with two practices a week until performances in December. In November, she auditions for the University of Utah Department of Ballet for college next year (along with Mathematics). Then in January the start of training for recital that is in the beginning of May. Then summer school for 8 weeks then her break begins again.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Happy Monday - SCHOOL STARTS!!

Happy Monday! I just wanted to send a shout out to every Mom and Dad to congratulate them on sending off their ankle-bitters off to school again.  Summer has been long and it's gotten to the point where the list of ideas are either done or you're tired of trying to get them done.  The sun, the mud and the mess is finally coming to an end, at least for the majority of the day.  Their minds will be busy, their hands will be busy and lunch will be at school for most of us. I love the fact that mine comes home the first week tired after a day of busiest day of classes with homework and, of course, friends. Isn't that why they look forward to school as they get older? I know that's what we look forward in our household, apparently. As soon as we found out who we had as teachers we had to call all of our friends to see who were in our classes, heaven forbid we have to make new friends.  There's the anxiety of new teachers, and the new year. Looking cute for girls, and looking cool... no, boys usually don't care as long as they are dressed. 

So if all of this wonderful stuff is going on, then why am I the one that's up unable to sleep and worried about being home alone while she's at school. And after everything else, after 12 years, my baby is starting her Senior year. My baby is growing up, and not worried about school, but after having her all summer to myself, well and ballet, I will miss the summer very much.  Early mornings, lunches just with the dog and finding things to keep myself busy by myself.  I guess I'll be looking forward to Labor Day weekend.  Any one want to get together and sew, quilt, scrapbook, book club, anything... just once in a while?  Have car will travel. Am I the only one who feels this way?


Thursday, August 19, 2010

When all is considered I must be brilliant

I have this habit of doing things before connecting my brain.  Ok, example...

Sunday the dog wanted a toy that was... well, I discovered ... just out of reach since I was laying on the couch after writing an email to my boy.  So I leaned it was a bit to far and, like most people, fell off the couch. But this is where the brain disconnect comes, I landed on my face first... and broke my nose. Honestly, I just fell off the couch! Luckily, although there is a break, no surgery is necessary this time.Thanks Doc.  HALLELUJAH!

But this is, unfortunately, not a first. Last summer, I tripped a fell down the cement slope to our backyard and landed face first on the cement. Ok, no broken nose just a lovely bruise with a concussion. We think that is when I went to a severe deviated septum (the inside part of your nose).

BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE, a year and half, almost two years ago, I fell out my front door to pick up a box that was left by UPS.  Yes, you see it coming, I fell down the one step and fell on my face and hit my head on my porch. I called my husband at work because I was bleeding because I scraped my face.

What have we learned from all this? My brain must be huge to make me so off center to fall on to it. I must be brilliant.

Then why do I fall on it?

Friday, August 13, 2010

Elizabeth Senior Pictures

This week Elizabeth had the landmark opportunity to get her senior picture taken for her Senior Yearbook. At BHS, guys look debonair in tux shirt, jacket and red bow tie. On the other hand, the girls have the option of a beautiful red piece of fabric that they use as a wrap...lovely. Since we love them so much, we ordered none. Sorry Grandmas.

But, during June, as part of a photographer workshop, Liz had the opportunity to be a model for senior pictures.  Lindsey Jane and her assistant, as part of the deal, gave her all of their pictures for payment. Now we have professional senior pictures, a few of them are here...  Vote for your favorite.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Senior Alphabet Soup

The tests are or to be done,
Applications to be made,
Student, High School, Scholarship, College,
CIA can't break these codes, 
Classes, Notes, Tests, Studying,
Busy, Busy, Busy,
Football, Dances, Nightgames, Dating,
Play, Play, Play,
Tassels, Gowns, Caps, Diplomas,
Graduation, Memories, Friends.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Jeff's 8 Month Anniversary

They tell you many things when you send a child out on a mission. You will be blessed. You will be led. You will be comforted. 
Tuesday we were led.  The message was clear as mud, it was time to clean our son's bedroom after 8 months in the mission field.  
The sprinkler's broke and flooded his room. 
Perhaps next time we can get an email.