Primary Program

We had our ward primary program today, which inspired Sarah to ask,

"Why don't we have a primary program once a month instead of once a year?"

Here were some of the highlights:

A girl whispering her part into the microphone after having it whispered in her ear.

A girl tripping on the step up to the microphone.

A boy not saying his part, but more than willing to wave to his family in the congregation.

A boy putting his hands on his head as he walked away from the pulpit.

(Apparently he thought he messed up)

Multiple children breathing into the mic or moving it before talking.

(As if we couldn't hear them if they didn't)

Children mumbling their parts or saying words that are incomprehensible to everyone else.

A boy giving a double thumbs up and a smile to his family following his part.

The oldest boy in the primary not being afraid to sing his heart out, at the top of his lungs.

(This very much reminded me of Brandon when he would sing in our ward primary program his last year of two in primary.  Everyone in the congregation on the verge on uncontrollable laughter and he is completely oblivious.  My favorite part was he would loud even though he didn't know all of the words, so he would just make a very loud mumble.)

Thank you, primary.  You should definitely do this more often.

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Pizza Party

Sarah and I decided to cash in on a wedding gift we received from our friends, 

Bart and Brenda Fisher.  They had offered to teach us how to make homemade

pizza in their home after giving us a pizza stone when we got married.

We were asked to arrive at 4 so that we could help through the whole process,

including the making of the dough.  Apparently, Brenda and their daughter Sammy

were told that dinner was being served at 4.

Needless to say there were some impatient, 

hungry people wanting their pizza much sooner than they got it.  

(I had to keep reminding them that making pizza is an art, and you can't rush art.)

 

The happy, hungry food critics

Now, what you've all been waiting for.

Pictures of the artist at work:

 

Working the dough
(taken right after the picture of the happy critics)

 

Flawless placement of the toppings
(Yes, that is his wife's apron)

 

No pizza is complete without cheese, and lots of it
(Look at that concentration)

 

Perfect placement of the pizza into the oven
(Yes, there are two pizza peels in this picture - the wooden thing is a peel)

 

Closing the oven to assure baking perfection
(No, this wasn't posed - it was live action)

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FP

The other day, Sarah and I were sitting in her office stalking people on Facebook

when I mentioned to Sarah that a girl had "FP."  Our conversation went as follows:

"What is FP?"

"What do you think it is?"

"I don't know."

"Well, it's something that guys are weary of when dating girls."

"Flat poobs?"

(Uncontrollable laughter, followed by consultation of the urban dictionary where Sarah learned that FP is an abbreviation for "fat potential."  Rolling of Sarah's eyes.  The end.)

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DENTI$T VI$IT

Sarah and I had our semiannual visit to the dentist this week.

I'm not sure what Sarah's favorite part of the trip was, but some choices may include:

Having her husband stare into her mouth and ask her dentist questions

Having a cavity filled without the use of any local anesthesia

Lunch with her dentist before the visit

The superhero tooth doll that was a gift to her dentist, sitting on the counter

 

My favorite part was obviously the superhero tooth doll, complete with dollar sign on the chest

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Gingerbread Castle

Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there was a little girl who always dreamed of growing up in a castle.  (Those far away lands were Rock Springs, Wyoming, Casper, Wyoming, Double Oak, Texas and Las Vegas, Nevada and that little girl may or may not have been named Sarah.)

Since that dream never came to fruition, said little girl decided that she would have to settle for building a castle of her own.  While she was studious laboring in her dungeon (lab/office without windows) trying to develop the perfect properties of the next great healing potion (prediction methods for chemical's environmental properties), she heard the sad news of a fair maiden in a nearby dungeon.  This maiden (named Marjan) had come from a land that was truly far, far away (Iran) and had received news that her sister had passed away.  (Her sister was only 27 years old and died of a surprise stroke.

Unfortunately for poor maiden Marjan, she was unable to visit the homeland because the road was to treacherous to return (she couldn't come back to the United States with her student visa if she leaves to go back to Iran).  Sarah decided that in order to fulfill her childhood dream and also to cheer the spirits of the fair maiden Marjan, that they would construct the castle of their dreams together.  They enlisted the help of a fire-breathing dragon (what castle is complete without one of those?) and Sarah's sister, Jennie.

They searched far and wide to find the materials (gingerbread) necessary to build the castle of their dreams while sharing with Marjan about their culture around Christmas time (decorating gingerbread houses).  Unfortunately, they were unable to find the desired building materials, so the had to settle for what was available in their kingdom (graham crackers).  They mixed up the cement necessary to hold everything together (frosting - if you can call it frosting when it holds a graham cracker up all by itself) and then began to build.

   

After sharing stories of their childhood dreams and experiences as they built, their castle was finally complete.

   

 

  

The three fine maidens with their castle

 

 The only problem with having a fire-breathing dragon in your castle is that you never know when he's going to attack...

  

 

 

Who couldn't trust a dragon with that face?

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Bed

These pictures are mostly for my mother-in-law, who has wanted to know what our bed would look like with Sarah's marriage quilt on it, fully made.  For everyone else who is curious, this is what our bed looks like every morning when we make our bed.  

(Please disregard the bike on the side and the box under the bed.)

 

 

If you happen to come and visit our apartment and our bed doesn't look like this, 

sorry for the false advertising.

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