Earlier today I posted the story about Chase spelling irresistible. Well, Chase thought he was SO funny and wanted to share the story with Jerel.
Tonight after dinner Chase says, "Hey Mom, did you tell Dad how to spell irresistible?"
Jerel responds, "Mom would spell it J E R E L."
Enough said. I'm like, it's going on the blog; you two are two peas in a pod. As soon as I log on, it gets funnier. Both Jerel's sister and his mom had Jerel's number. They had both commented on the earlier story and said things like, "Boy, isn't he his father's son." Too funny!
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Simply irresistible
I am a bad speller, always have been. Spell check is an awesome thing. A lot of times when I need a word spelled, I call out to whomever is in the room "Hey, how do you spell __________?" Today this is how it went:
I call out, "Hey how do you spell irresistible?"
Chase says, without even hesitating a second at all, "C H A S E"
Here is the definition for those who may be interested:
irresistible--impossible to resist; having an overpowering appeal
Too funny!
I call out, "Hey how do you spell irresistible?"
Chase says, without even hesitating a second at all, "C H A S E"
Here is the definition for those who may be interested:
irresistible--impossible to resist; having an overpowering appeal
Too funny!
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Roller Derby Diva
I guess Camille really took this Roller Derby idea to heart and has been out practicing her moves with a local club as evidenced by this photo (thanks Mary for capturing this image!). Now we just need to come up with an appropriate stage name for her. The names being considered right now are Punky Bruiser, Sandra Day O'Clobber, Devilicious, Ace of Skates, Eva Knievel, and Lady MacDeath. Any other ideas?
Hey Mom
At breakfast this morning Trevor said, "Hey, Mom I like to call you Camille sometimes."
I told him, "Well, you need to call me Mom."
He then responded, "I still like to call you Camille . . . sometimes."
Oh, brother!
I told him, "Well, you need to call me Mom."
He then responded, "I still like to call you Camille . . . sometimes."
Oh, brother!
Monday, May 19, 2008
Roller Derby...it could happen!
Our family saw a news bit on ESPN about how Roller Derby was making a comeback. I had to explain to my kids and wife what Roller Derby was, how it was scored, and how it used to be the female version of professional wrestling. Apparently times have changed because the new and improved (how can something be both new and improved?) version of Roller Derby is completely real and doesn't have the staged plays like the former version contained. Maybe Roller Derby should become a church sport for the women (since the men already have basketball for this sort of thing). Look at all the benefits: exercise, teamwork, creative costumes and stage names, something for the whole family to support, the list goes on and on. I mean what LDS woman hasn't secretly wanted to body check a neighbor or two into the railing at a roller rink! This could be a real win-win.
I suggested this to my wife and while I didn't get a verbal response, the look I received was sufficient for me to conclude, "Maybe not!"
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Who knew the airport could be so exciting?!
I know I should be a good mom and post about my kid's in baseball, school programs, etc., but I just had to share my experiences at the airport recently. When I flew out to see Randy before he passed away, I had a lot of time before my flight left for Salt Lake. Just before I went through the strip search and confiscation area--I mean metal detectors. I noticed a ton of soldiers and "family" all waiting with big welcome home signs and balloons. I was intrigued and a little emotional, so I decided to watch the "homecoming."
As I sat and waited, I watched a man get in line for the metal detectors, notice the soldiers and get out of line. He walked over and gave every single soldier a firm handshake and told them thank you for all that they were doing. Very cool to watch. The soldiers were very touched and gracious about the whole thing. The man then got back in line and was gone. Just like that. Very simple, but very powerful to watch.
When the soldier finally walked down the hallway, everyone in the crowd/group began to get very excited and cheer. It was awesome. I know I was just a bystander, but I can't explain how cool it was. I felt overwhelmed with patriotism and thankfulness for the military. It came time for me to leave, but I was so touched by the earlier experience when the man shook all their hands, that I had to say something to them. I didn't want to interrupt the reunion, and so I walked up to a few soldiers on the outside of the group. I shook their hands and became emotional as I also thanked them for their service to our country. I told them it was very awe-inspiring to see them all there together. One of the officers then turned and gave me a huge hug. Then several of them thanked ME and gave me hugs. We all started crying. It was all VERY COOL! Although those words don't even express my feelings adequately.
Well, as if that isn't enough, my experience on the way home was really, REALLY wild. Jerel had taken the boys to get their hair cut and so I had some time to kill before they came to pick me up at the Phoenix airport. I was sitting in the baggage claim trying to read a book, when all of a sudden I hear a ton of SCREAMING and YELLING and dogs BARKING at the baggage terminal just one over from where I was sitting! It was extremely loud. Then within like half a second I see a bazillion security officers and police officers running with their weapons out. These guys were the size of American Gladiators too. Of course the crowd at baggage claim all ran over to see what was happening. I'm thinking, "I'm going to wait a minute." It was kind of scary. I'm not very patient, so I didn't wait long and walked over to the crowd. There was over 12 officers cuffing and shackling a man who was laying face down on the ground. They then ALL escorted him outside to more officers who then loaded him up in a police car.
I asked an employee what happened and he said that the man had come in waving a gun and yelling. Then the dogs and officers were then within seconds. I know the Phoenix airport police have come under a lot of heat lately after that lady just died in custody, but they sure acted quickly that night. They were there literally in seconds. I couldn't believe it happened right by me. I was glad they were on my side. Who knew a trip to the airport could be so entertaining!?
p.s. This is a funny part to the story. I, of course, called Jerel immediately and told him what happened. About 20 minutes later I get a call from Chase. He asks, "Mom, was there really a gunman at the airport?" I told him yes and he then explains, "Well, Dad told us what happened to you, but we didn't believe him." I then say, "Yeah, it's hard to believe that happened." Chase then counters with, "No, you have to understand why we didn't believe Dad. He had just got done telling us that the reason why he runs so fast is because he was raised by cheetahs. And then he followed that up with a guess what happened to mom at the airport story. Like I'm going to believe that." I was like, "Yeah, I can see why you thought dad made it all up." Later on in the car, I was talking about it again and Jordan pipes up from the back, "Wait! That story at the airport really happened?"
Just another reason why I love Jerel--he was raised by cheetahs!
As I sat and waited, I watched a man get in line for the metal detectors, notice the soldiers and get out of line. He walked over and gave every single soldier a firm handshake and told them thank you for all that they were doing. Very cool to watch. The soldiers were very touched and gracious about the whole thing. The man then got back in line and was gone. Just like that. Very simple, but very powerful to watch.
When the soldier finally walked down the hallway, everyone in the crowd/group began to get very excited and cheer. It was awesome. I know I was just a bystander, but I can't explain how cool it was. I felt overwhelmed with patriotism and thankfulness for the military. It came time for me to leave, but I was so touched by the earlier experience when the man shook all their hands, that I had to say something to them. I didn't want to interrupt the reunion, and so I walked up to a few soldiers on the outside of the group. I shook their hands and became emotional as I also thanked them for their service to our country. I told them it was very awe-inspiring to see them all there together. One of the officers then turned and gave me a huge hug. Then several of them thanked ME and gave me hugs. We all started crying. It was all VERY COOL! Although those words don't even express my feelings adequately.
Well, as if that isn't enough, my experience on the way home was really, REALLY wild. Jerel had taken the boys to get their hair cut and so I had some time to kill before they came to pick me up at the Phoenix airport. I was sitting in the baggage claim trying to read a book, when all of a sudden I hear a ton of SCREAMING and YELLING and dogs BARKING at the baggage terminal just one over from where I was sitting! It was extremely loud. Then within like half a second I see a bazillion security officers and police officers running with their weapons out. These guys were the size of American Gladiators too. Of course the crowd at baggage claim all ran over to see what was happening. I'm thinking, "I'm going to wait a minute." It was kind of scary. I'm not very patient, so I didn't wait long and walked over to the crowd. There was over 12 officers cuffing and shackling a man who was laying face down on the ground. They then ALL escorted him outside to more officers who then loaded him up in a police car.
I asked an employee what happened and he said that the man had come in waving a gun and yelling. Then the dogs and officers were then within seconds. I know the Phoenix airport police have come under a lot of heat lately after that lady just died in custody, but they sure acted quickly that night. They were there literally in seconds. I couldn't believe it happened right by me. I was glad they were on my side. Who knew a trip to the airport could be so entertaining!?
p.s. This is a funny part to the story. I, of course, called Jerel immediately and told him what happened. About 20 minutes later I get a call from Chase. He asks, "Mom, was there really a gunman at the airport?" I told him yes and he then explains, "Well, Dad told us what happened to you, but we didn't believe him." I then say, "Yeah, it's hard to believe that happened." Chase then counters with, "No, you have to understand why we didn't believe Dad. He had just got done telling us that the reason why he runs so fast is because he was raised by cheetahs. And then he followed that up with a guess what happened to mom at the airport story. Like I'm going to believe that." I was like, "Yeah, I can see why you thought dad made it all up." Later on in the car, I was talking about it again and Jordan pipes up from the back, "Wait! That story at the airport really happened?"
Just another reason why I love Jerel--he was raised by cheetahs!
Now that's a man who . . .
K, I just read a blog from a friend of ours and he gave a nice shout out to his wife. (She is great by the way. She's the kind of mom that you always strive to be like.) Anyways, I just got to thinking that I have a great husband. I know there's been a ton of blogs that have tagged me to do a list of some kind or another about my husband, but I'm just going to tell a couple short stories. It doesn't involve Krazy Toast or Jerel making me breakfast, but they are good stories nonetheless. I guess I could do a list of 40 things that I love about Jerel, (because he's turning 40 this year) but that's a LONG list. lol So here goes.
Story 1: After my step-dad Randy died, my mom was a little worried about all the yard work that needed to be done at her house. Jerel delayed our trip home from the funeral for a few hours until we could all finish up her yard work. We mowed lawns, edged, cut down tree branches, etc. He also made sure all her yard equipment was working. We had a LONG 10+ hour drive ahead of us, but he wanted to make sure my mom was taken care of. I love that.
Story 1: After my step-dad Randy died, my mom was a little worried about all the yard work that needed to be done at her house. Jerel delayed our trip home from the funeral for a few hours until we could all finish up her yard work. We mowed lawns, edged, cut down tree branches, etc. He also made sure all her yard equipment was working. We had a LONG 10+ hour drive ahead of us, but he wanted to make sure my mom was taken care of. I love that.
Story 2: During the Christmas holidays we had a friend who was having major kidney stone problems. He's a tough guy and has a high pain tolerance, but one night it got extremely bad and his wife called at about 2 or 3 a.m. She asked if Jerel could come over and give her husband a blessing. Jerel quickly got up, dressed in his white shirt and tie, and went over. We were both so glad that these friends of ours didn't hesitate to call. Of course we would do anything for them at any hour. This poor guy had a heck of a time during the whole holidays. My heart went out to his whole family, and especially his wife. She was so worried about him. Jerel again went over on Christmas Eve night to give another blessing.
Life goes on, our friend finally got better and we really didn't think about it much. Well, in Sunday School a few months ago, this friend shared this experience in class. And as he talked about Jerel coming over in the middle of the night all dressed in his Sunday best, I got really teary-eyed. He then went on to say that after Jerel left, he turned to his wife and said, "Now THAT'S a man who honors the Priesthood."
Jerel, I love you and am grateful for a man who honors his Priesthood, serves others even when it's inconvenient and is a great example to my boys.
Life goes on, our friend finally got better and we really didn't think about it much. Well, in Sunday School a few months ago, this friend shared this experience in class. And as he talked about Jerel coming over in the middle of the night all dressed in his Sunday best, I got really teary-eyed. He then went on to say that after Jerel left, he turned to his wife and said, "Now THAT'S a man who honors the Priesthood."
Jerel, I love you and am grateful for a man who honors his Priesthood, serves others even when it's inconvenient and is a great example to my boys.
Hey, Jerel, just a thought. We do have Krazy Bread on our counter . . .
(The pictures were taken at Randy's funeral. I love the picture of Jerel with his younger brother Boyce. I think Boyce will love the picture because he's bigger than his older brother. And what a cute one of Chase and Jerel.)
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