Saturday, February 26, 2011

he shoots... he scores!

11u skyhawks drove through the snowy weather to play a qualifying game this morning.

they showed up in their amazing uniforms geared and pumped for tip-off
they had a pre-game huddle
they took their places on the team bench
they put their basketball shoes on, placing their street shoes under their seats
the buzzer went off letting everyone know the game would begin in minutes
another team huddle
a crAzY, get you pumped chant
the first five took their places on the court
tip off!
nail biting
jumping with excitement
jumping with rage at bad calls
moving closer to the score keeper (who had no interest in the a-maz-ing game) to ensure she was doing it correctly (because she wasn't; she missed points, cleared the clock on accident, didn't stop the clock when she should have, continually texting)
wondering why 3 of the opposing teams players were larger
the game was neck in neck
they would score, we would score
they would foul, we would foul
it was i-n-t-e-n-s-e to say the least
20 seconds to go... the opposing team (provo) went to the basket, shot, missed, we made the rebound, lost the ball, kade got the ball, threw it with all his might to his buddy treylon who made the winning score!

37 vs. 35

later in the evening we found out that the opposing team brought the 3 (stated above) players down from a higher bracket, can you say c-h-e-a-t?
the league organizer found out about it but, when talking to our coach was thrilled to hear we won
we don't care
our boys played with heart
our boys played with gusto
our boys played with glory

victory is sweet
victory tastes great
victory is better when seeing it through the eyes of your little ones

monday night here we come!
we want you, we want you bad!

Friday, February 25, 2011

does your home have a name?

growing up our sweet neighbors the dunn's home had a name, buttercup cottage. it is a charming home, with a beautiful covered porch that is adorned with clematis, iris', and an old church bench. going home on sundays when the weather beacons you outside the dunn's can be seen sitting on their old church bench; arms around one another, waving to passersby. i love their zest for life, their love for one another, and the name of their sweet little cottage.

i want my home to have an inviting name, a charming name, a name that says we love life, we love one another, we love our home. but, i am particular and i am struggling with a name. of course i am in a home with boys so they would be mortified if they knew that this has always been a dream of mine. my little man would crawl in a hole and beg for me to 'holy schmoly, snap out of it.' my hubby would laugh and then never bring it up again hoping that, 'if i don't say anything she will forget this conversation took place.' however, my mind is a steel trap and i don't forget easily.

so for now the house naming project lives on and on and on and on and on, you get the picture.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

my funny little valentines

he loves: kade, me, baseball, basketball, football, hunting, fishing, hiking, repelling, utah, comedy, staying up late, sleeping in, ESPN, apple beer, daiquiri ice from 31 flavors, lake powell, long showers, trips to fast gas, road trips
i love his guts and he makes me feel special!

he loves: baseball, basketball, football, hunting, fishing, hiking, repelling, music, comedy, swimming, tacos, goo goo cluster ice-cream, crepes, xbox 360, staying up late, sleeping in, hanging out with friends, trips to fast gas, lake powell, hollywood tower hotel ride
i love his guts and he makes me happy!

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

SiLLy things they say

the end of december mr. man and i received a phone call that a member of the bishopric wanted to meet with us. i was thrilled, i just knew i was being released as the cub scout committee chair person (i no longer have a cub scout, and i have served in the position for a year, that had to be it), nope, still have that calling! we were called to the nursery. i was not thrilled to say the least but, i don't like saying no to callings because i trully believe i can learn from them. mr. man thought it was hilarious and asked if i did something to upset my dearest darling friend, who is the primary president. the bishopric member that called us to the position told us it would be a 6 months - 1 year calling. i told him and my dearest darling friend that we would see them july 1st.
they laughed, i didn't.
i expected: snotty noses, tears, icky diapers, possesive toy takers, screamers.
i am still expecting to see them on july 1st but,
in the mean time i have fallen for these beautiful little creatures.
they are precious
they are tender
they are full of energy
they are kind hearted
they are brilliant
they love bubbles
they love music
they love babies
they love cars
they love books
they don't steal toys
they don't scream
they don't (so far) have icky diapers
they don't (so far) have icky noses
they love Jesus, and they know He loves them
i love these little ones
i look forward to sunday mornings with them
i look forward to them cuddling up around me to read books
i look forward to them cuddling up around me to play babies
i look forward to them giggling
i look forward to them saying SiLLy things:
'i ask my mom to braid and make my hair like rapunzel, and she doesn't'
'my mommy said we are getting a baby horse. it will come to my house in the mail.'
'i want more caukit' WHAT? 'i want more caukit' WHAT?
(after about five tries i figured it out... i want chocolate)
'i don't have a smile'
they are yummy and i am so happy that mr. man and i accepted the calling!

Friday, February 4, 2011

wild bill

wild bill hickok
all of the 5th graders chose someone to study, write about, and become for their school wax museum. kade went to school with 5 people in mind and when his name was finally called he picked good 'ole wild bill. i was so impressed with his study and work ethics when it came to researching and preparing for the character.
he read over 100 pages
researched online
found photos
wrote a report
*Wild Bill Hickok*
Wild Bill was born in Homer Illinois on May 27, 1837. His real name was James Butler Hickok. He was raised on a farm. As a kid his family helped slaves escape, they also helped with the under ground railroad. His family did not like slavery.
He really liked hunting and farming. He worked everyday with his dad and brothers on the farm. His mom and sisters would sew clothes and make dinner, and sometimes hunted with his dad and brothers. By the time he was 12 he had a rifle and a pistol. He loved to shoot them and target practice with his brothers.
When he grew up he went hunting and a bear attacked him and he shot it in the stomach. The bear didn't move, making Hickok think it was dead. Then it charged him again. Hickok stabbed it with his knife, the bear fell and died. After all that his scalp was partially ripped off and his arm was bleeding badly.
Later he became a U.S. Marshall. The Confederate Army arrested him for helping slaves. In jail he had a book made about him. He then found a knife and cut the ropes and killed the guards! He was brave, he killed several men. He drove a stagecoach, fought Indians under General Custer, became a town Constable, and Sheriff. He hated bullies and because of this he was a great lawman. One night late he and his deputy were trying to rid the town of bad guys. Someone fired a shot and Hickok fired back, later finding out that it was his deputy. After that he turned in his badge and retired.
After Hickok's retirement he and his friend, Buffalo Bill joined the Wild West Shows. He never like acting but the money was good.
Hickok always said he would die with his boots on, he was right. Being a spy taught him to be careful. He loved to gamble and always kept his back to the wall so no one could sneak up on him and shoot him. One day he was playing poker with his friends, but his back wasn't to the wall. A man shot him in the back of the head! He held the famous 'dead man's hand'; two aces, two eights, and one jack. He was 39.
picked what he wanted to wear
made a poster
memorized a speech (that had to be in first person)
Hi, I am Wild Bill Hickok I was born in Homer, Illinois in 1837.
I was raised on a farm.
I liked hunting and fishing.
I had a rifle and pistol by the time I was twelve.
I helped slaves.
I was attacked by a bear that ripped part of my scalp off.
I was a spy in the Civil War.
I later became a U.S. Marshal and accidentally shot my friend, the deputy.
I always said I would die with my boots on.
I loved gambling and was shot in the back of the head holding 'dead man's eights'.
set up a table display...
and did an amazing job!