Saturday, October 30, 2010

2010 Halloween Costumes

 Cole was a train man.  
Sierra is a washed out skeleton.
 Summer and I were Katniss.  
I was from the first Hunger Games book (thanks for lending me your costume, Amara).  
And Summer designed her costume entirely by herself from her interpretation of the second book (Catching Fire)
Cinna (aka Kelli) did the makeup, hair, and glitter nails.  
Kind of fun.  
But I am tired of finding flames and glitter in everything I touch.



Wednesday, October 27, 2010

A little Afternoon tour of my house...

This was AFTER I asked Cole to pick up his toys...
in the family room:
 in the entry way:
 in my bedroom:
 another view of the entry/stairs to basement:
 downstairs family room
 and finally, the old "playroom"/new exercise room:
Just in case anyone is keeping track...Cole's birthday is in one month.  If anyone gives him a toy/truck for his birthday, please make sure it comes with a gift receipt.  There is not room in the house for

ONE


MORE


TRUCK.
that means, you too, Rick.

Monday, October 25, 2010

1965

I'm slightly obscessed with obituaries. I know. I'm weird.
But this is what happened...As I was getting in the shower one afternoon last week, I was listening to the news and a name caught my attention. The news person announced that long-time Sevier County Sheriff, Phil Barney had passed away. This name caught my attention because I had heard my dad speak this name numerous times as he recounted stories of growing up in Sevier County. Phil Barney was one of my dad's best friends growing up in Annabella, Utah. And I'm not certain of their relationship, I just always assumed that they were cousins since my dad's mother was a Barney.
I suppose that the closest I ever came to meeting this man was when he came to my dad's funeral a few years ago, although I don't specifically recall the exact event. He probably did come into the Arctic Circle on occasion over the years to visit my dad as well, but I don't know for certain.
The name Phil Barney has also been in my mind recently because of a conversation that I had with my Aunt Shirley while visiting Capitol Reef this past summer. I had meant to record this little story, but now is as good a time as any. While driving to Capitol Reef I pointed out Monroe Mountain and mentioned that that is where my Grandpa Robison died in July of 1965. When we got to Torrey and settled in to camp, we went and visited with Shirley for a bit. She had just had surgery and was taking it easy. I asked her about my Grandpa and the story of when he died.
Here is the story that she recounted to me...
Grandpa Norman Robison, Dell Robison (my uncle), Gerald Robinson (my uncle), and Phil Barney were up on Monroe Mountain. Their truck had gotten stuck--really stuck. They could not get it out. So, Phil and Gerald started walking down the mountain to get help. Dell and my Grandpa stayed at the truck to wait. And apparently my Grandpa had a heart attack. When Phil and Gerald got back with help, it was too late and my Grandpa had died. Shirley told how the day unfolded. They got everyone back to town. There was a bed in the living room that my Grandma Fay was staying in. She had her own "heart condition" and was supposed to be resting and recovering in the bed. All of the kids knew that their father had died. But the doctor would not allow anyone to tell Fay that Norman had died because it might be too much for her heart to handle. So, the kids just sat around being nervous and edgy. The doctor came and gave my Grandma a shot to keep her calm. Once the medication took effect, they were allowed to tell her about Norman. She later said that she already knew something bad had happened. My dad was not there yet because he was in Las Vegas working at a service station for the sumer.
So, that left my dad, the oldest and just out of high school down to Dell, the youngest at age 9 with 4 sisters in between without a father.
So, that is why the name Phil Barney had been in my head recently. He was part of the day that my Grandpa Robison died.

I have asked my aunts and uncles for stories about my Grandpa for a long time--long before my dad died. Since my Grandpa died 5 years before I was born, I knew very little about this man and I wanted to know more. I imagined him to be a lot like my dad in some ways. I just wanted to know more so I asked for stories. I didn't get any stories. My dad's siblings just said that it was too hard for them to talk about their dad because he had died when they were so young and at such critical points in their lives. It was too painful for any of them to write about him or talk about him, so I never got any details from any of them. I am sad now that my dad is also gone, so it is very important for me to write about my dad when I think of him so that my kids will know the kind of person that he was.
So, I'm sure there are many details that I don't know about from this day in 1965. If anyone who reads this knows more or can make any corrections, I would find it very valuable.

And because of my weird "thing" for obituaries...
here is a snippet of Phil's obituary--what a good man he was:
We are grateful for his good life, lived in the service of his fellow men. He served in law enforcement for 43 years, as a bishop of the Salina 4th Ward and as president of the Salina Utah Stake. Phil was born September 23, 1942 in Richfield to Harold J and Vera JaLune Barney. He was raised in the wonderful community of Central Valley and graduated from South Sevier High School in 1960. Active in high school sports, his heart was ever appreciative of his roots and to those who influenced his life for good. He served in the United States Army from 1961-1963 and attended college at Southern Utah University and Brigham Young University. On September 16, 1966 he married Sylvia Marie Gates in the Manti Temple. Forty-four years of loving and supporting each other will be continued through all eternity. Phil found his "niche" in law enforcement. His 43 years of service began as an officer for Richfield City in 1967. In 1968 he was hired by the Utah Highway Patrol. He was outstanding in his dedication to work, being highly recognized for his success in stolen car arrests and drug interdiction. The federal DEA included him as an instructor in drug interdiction conferences throughout the country. After 21 years, he hired on with Sevier County as a deputy continuing his efforts in drug task force work and drug interdiction. In 1999 he was elected as Sevier County Sheriff where he was serving his third term at the time of his death. Phil loved his officers, thoroughly enjoyed being involved with them and was very proud of his department and their exceptional work. He greatly enjoyed his involvement with the Utah Association of Sheriffs where he had served as an officer and president. Phil's greatest joy was his life with his wife and family.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Autumn Colors

It is supposed to get cold this weekend after a month of the most enjoyable October weather that I can ever remember. The colors are beautiful. Here are some shots of my yard from last week. My yard was neglected this year because we spent so dang much time in Scofield. Projects were left unfinished, like the Gazebo below. But, I love the colors in the yard right now.

This swing is my favorite. It has Hollyhocks growing around it. I have cut them down to the ground once already this year and they have come back. The pinks ones are plentiful. But, there are also yellow, maroon and even some black ones.
thank you Amara for the marigolds. I will pay you back in tomatillo plants.
thank you Amara for the butterfly bush. I will pay you back in tomatillo plants.
Here is the compost bin that is being taken over by the tomatillo plants.
the tomatillos were harvested last week and I now have salsa verde on my storage room shelf.
So does my sister. That was a fun day of salsa making and crafting. Let's do it again.
Later today, I will pick the rest of the tomatoes, trim bushes, pull up marigolds, finish dismantling the garden area by the driveway and brace myself for the impending snow to come in a few days.
Thank you for a beautiful fall.


Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Friday, October 15, 2010

lap quilt

Little Boy Project...
I'm pretty much in love with this little number.
This is not for Cole, but if I get my act together he might get a similar one for Christmas.
I washed it once and it is just as soft and snuggly as it looks.
I hope the little guy that gets this loves it as much as I do!

Monday, October 11, 2010

Projects for Sierra

Kelli and Sierra taking apart "Tiger":
This is Sierra's "new and improved" tiger blanket. (below)
It is about 14 years old. My mom bought the fabric before Summer was born.
Summer never really got attached to the blanket.
But since we were poor, starving medical students living in Michigan when Sierra was born she must have sensed at a young age that she wasn't going to get anything besides "hand-me-downs".
So, she really attached to this blanket.
She has called it "Tiger Blanket" from the beginning.
The funny thing is that there are no tigers on the blanket.
But it sounds better than "Lion Blanket", or "Giraffe Blanket".
The blanket has been remade once already, but it was in shreds again.
So, I took it apart and put a reinforcement behind the top piece of fabric and replaced the batting and the back piece of fabric.
I hope we don't have to redo this blanket again. It might not survive.

This is the fabric I gathered last spring to make Sierra's quilt.
Well, I finished it a few days ago. It looks cute on her bed.
Now I just need to gather some fabric to make Summer a quilt.
I am going to try something new for Summer.
It's called a wonky log cabin pattern.
If I like the way it turns out, then maybe I will try to make one for my own bed.


recycle part 3




Merrell Recycling
671 N. 1000 E.
Mapleton, UT 84664
801-491-2257


This is my recycle corner in the garage.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Recycle Part 2

Part 2

Plastic. Why do we make something that will last forever and then use it for things that will be thrown away? Most of the plastic is used one time.


There is a big blob of plastic trash stuff swirling around in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. It is in an area where the currents come together. It consists of plastic bags, plastic bottles, tires, fishing nets, and other nondecomposable items. It is twice the size of Texas. The trash has been dumped from cruise ships and cargo ships. It is also made up of one bottle left on the beach. One can thrown out a car window. A plastic bag blown from a landfill. All of these items have found their way to the ocean and made their way through the currents to the Great Garbage Patch in the Pacific Ocean. The problem now is “Who is responsible for the clean up?”

California alone consumes 11 billion of those plastic grocery bags each year. Most of them will only be used one time and then they will go to the landfill only to sit for hundreds or thousands of years—unless, of course, they get caught by the wind and blown to the ocean where the currents will take them to the Great Garbage Patch.

At the grocery store last week, the checker asked me, “Paper or Plastic?” Having forgotten to bring in my cotton grocery bags with me, I replied, “Neither.” The problem was that ‘neither’ wasn’t one of the options. I was afraid that she was going to have to call the manager for an override or something. I did manage to make it out of the store without my paper or my plastic. I did have a couple of big reusable bags in the back of the car, so I packed my stuff from the cart, into the bags and into the back of the car. It only took an extra minute or two.

I don’t do everything right. Last week we went to lunch and we brought the leftovers home in a Styrofoam box. Ooops. And I do get a newspaper. Everyday. I could read the same stuff online, but I like to read the newspaper. One of these days I will cancel, but for now I just recycle it. And I am not known for my short showers. Baby steps….

Added: Mapleton does not have a city recycle program. However, the city does endorse a private recycling program. It is actually just a local family that does this for extra income. It is the Roger Merrill family. They come around on Wednesdays which is the early out day for school, giving them extra time to make the rounds. They pick up paper for $5 per month and drop it off directly at the local schools. So, basically I am paying them $5 a month to do the same exact thing that I could do for free. Except that my time and my gas are not exactly free. I am fine with the fact that they do it for me for $5. I don't have to figure out when to make time to deal with it. They pick it up every week--rain or shine.

Then I pay them another $5 a month to pick up everything else. When I first signed up with them I asked them if I needed to separate all of the plastics according to the number on the bottom of the carton located in the middle of the triangle. They kind of laughed at me and told me to just throw it all into the same container. They would sort through it later once they picked it all up and got it home. They said that if the public had to separate it at all, most of them would find it too much of an inconvenience and wouldn't bother to recycle. So, I am totally OK with sending them off each week with one big container of my "trash" for them to sort through later. I am also perfectly fine with the fact that once they sort through all of the "trash", they take it to various locations to recycle it and get cash back for it. The amount that I would get would (again) not be worth my time and effort individually. But it certainly is worth their effort to gather all of the recyclable things from this community and get cash for it. It is absolutely worth $5 each month for me to rinse out a few cans and containers, set out on the curb once a week, and rid my conscience of any worries as to how I am going to find time to save the Earth. I think these people are pretty dang cool for taking the initiative to get their hands dirty and provide this service to the community at the same time they are making money for the needs and wants of their family.


thanks for your comments.

It's true. My recycle bins are always overflowing each week. It really cramps my style when we forget to take out the recycle bins EACH week because by the second week there is a ton of stuff. However, I think we could go 2 weeks between our regular trash pick-ups and not even get close to filling out trash bins.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

reduce, reuse, recycle


We are kind of nutty at our house about the recycling. On the news a few nights ago, we heard a story about the Salt Lake County Landfill. It is filling up quite rapidly. The report stated that the current landfill will run out of space in less than 50 years. That might not seem like a big deal, but when they do run out of space, the only option will be to haul the waste to another location which will likely be 100 ‘s of miles away. And it will be done by an outside company—not the city or the county. The costs for this service will be 10 times the cost for the current waste removal services. The sad part is: over 80% of the waste that is going to the Salt Lake County Landfill is recyclable.

I had a conversation not long ago with a fellow neighbor and recycler. She mentioned that she knew some people who were down right annoyed at the fact that if they were to recycle it would cost them an additional $5 to $10 a month for recycling services. However, these same people don’t flinch a bit about paying the extra $10 a month to have 2 garbage cans.

What’s the difference people???

The difference is that if you are responsible and take the extra few seconds to separate your trash from the items that can be recycled you are reducing the amount of garbage that goes to the landfill. You are being responsible with our resources. You are helping keep the world a more beautiful place.

We separate our recyclable items into 2 different containers:

Paper in one. Everything else in another container.

First Container: Paper. Newspaper. Junk Mail. Catalogs. Magazines. All of those extra copies from the computer printer. Cereal boxes. Macaroni & cheese boxes. Cake mix boxes. Cardboard boxes.

example: recycle the cake mix box, not the plastic bag

Second Container: Everything else: aluminum cans (pop). Steel cans (vegetables, fruit, soup). Plastic (milk jugs, yogurt containers, cottage cheese containers, bread bags, grocery bags). Anything with one of those triangle arrow things.

The only thing that is not recycled is glass. I wish I would find a place that would recycle glass.

Other things that do not recycle: pizza boxes that have touched food, plastic bags (like sandwich bags) and food (but that’s OK because it can go to the compost bin!!—just not rice and meat)

It makes me think of living in Michigan. When you would buy bottles or cans of pop, you would pay a deposit. So a 12 pack of Diet Coke would cost an extra $1.20. However, the streets, roadways, trails, and parks were never littered with drink cans and bottles. I knew of a little family that would go to a local recreation area to gather pop cans for FHE. They would walk around until they found enough cans to take in to recycle and then use the money they got back to buy a treat. They always looked forward to those days when they would gather cans to see how much money they could get back. So, next time you are in Michigan, notice how free the roadways are of cans and bottles. Way to go Michigan!!

Thursday, October 7, 2010

My girls had a gig today




I originally titled this post: "Lunch at The Senior Citizen Center" but that didn't sound as cool.
Summer played the guitar and ukelele.
Sierra played the fiddle and the piano.
Jessica is their teacher.
She is freaking awesome.
It was so fun.
The girls loved it.
They set up another gig in a few weeks.

When I learn how to upload video, you will see how much fun we had.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Education

Rick and I saw this on the news a few days ago...
It was a report on education in the US in comparison to Finland. Just 40 years ago Finland wasn't even a contender in many areas such as education or economy. They were a poor country, dependent on agriculture. But, as a country they have made a commitment to education. And it starts with full dedication on the part of the family. Masters Degrees are required for all teachers. Most class rooms have 3 teachers--2 for instruction and 1 for helping students who are falling behind. Many students have the same teacher for 2 or 3 years. The average Finnish student speaks 4 languages including English. One thing that has made a difference in their education system is that their teachers make 6 figures. They are not punished for poor performance, but rather resources are used to help teachers with their own skills to make them better teachers. In the US, 47% of teachers come from the bottom third of their college class. However in Finland, teachers come from the top 10% of college graduates.
The US has a 25% dropout rate, whereas the dropout rate in Finland in less than 2%.
Finnish students are at the top in Science and in Math. The US ranks 17 in Science and 24 in Math and continue to fall behind each year.
Interesting.
you can see the video here

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Monday, September 20, 2010

Thrifty Thrifty

A few weeks ago there was a giant yard sale fundraiser for a boy in our area who was killed in a roll-over accident at the high school. The lady that teaches swim lessons to my kids lives in the same neighborhood as this family. She sent out an email to all of her swim families asking for donations to the yard sale. We took some things from Scofield and a few things from our closets. We stopped by on the morning of the yard sale to check things out and support this family. We found this dingy, dusty shelf. I thought it would make a good little shelf to stick in the storage room and store my fabric and other sewing supplies.
THEN,
I decided to spray paint it.
And now I love it.
And I don't want to stick it in the storage room.
I stuck the picture and the other little knick knacks on it to see how it looks.
I really LOVE it.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Surround Yourself...

I have told this story a few times and I thought it would be a good idea to record it.

About a year ago this summer I had my second foot surgery.

I went in to the doctor last fall for my follow up appointment. The dr. said that my foot was not perfect, but it was as good as it was going to get. So, I asked him if I could do physical activities again. He said yes. I asked if running counted and he said, “yes. The more you do the better. Run. Jump. Skip. Ski. Whatever you want to do, do it. The more the better. It will strengthen your muscles and tendons in your foot and keep them strong.”

I was happy about the good news. I went home and told Rick that I was now cleared to run so I thought I should look for a local 5k and sign up and begin training. Rick’s response was, “why would you do that? You’ve already done a 5k. Do something bigger, something you haven’t done before. You should do a half marathon.”

I thought he was crazy.

But I started running. The first time I ran, I made it to the end of the driveway. Each day that I ran I would make it a little further. One day I mentioned that crazy idea of running a half marathon to one of my friends. She said, “great, let’s both sign up.”

I now had 3 people telling me that I could do something that I had never done. I didn’t think I would ever be able to do it considering I had spent half of the previous 6 months in a cast/using crutches. I didn’t actually run with my friend. More importantly, she was there to check on me and make sure I ran. She would email me or call. It was her concern for me that encouraged me to stick with my training schedule and therefore finish a half marathon.


This was similar to the experience that I had at Girls Camp. We got up on a Tuesday morning to hike to Lower Calf Creek Falls. It’s a 5 ½ mile round trip hike from the campground to the falls and back. On the day we hiked, it was clear, sunny, and HOT. We had about 45 people hiking together. Some in our group were athletic and conditioned to hike. Others were a little less adept at hiking through sand and rocks and were lacking in the thrill of hiking in the dry Southern Utah desert. Ages ranged from 12 to 60 something. So, needless to say we had quite a range of abilities and desires. Some didn’t do well with the heat and got dehydrated. Others had a hard time with their shoes filling with sand and the way the toes had to bend to get through the thick sand (that would be me!)

Because I was hiking slow myself, I was able to observe when people ahead of me were having a difficult time and had to stop. It seems like every single time someone would need a break another person was there to wait with them or help them and encourage them to continue.

I came to the same conclusion regarding both of these experiences:

In order to do difficult things, we must surround ourselves with people who have the same goal in mind whether that goal is training for and running a marathon or hiking 5 ½ miles to a waterfall or living a Christlike life. It seems that if we surround ourselves with people who are trying to do the same things that we are, then we will be more successful than if we attempt to do hard things without any support.

I think about all of those girls who were hiking in that hot summer sun. I really doubt that many of us would have completed the hike if we had set out on our own. I’m pretty sure that I would have turned around and gone back to the shade and called it a day. But every girl that said that the hike was hard was later happy that she endured and continued and did hard things. Relaxing in the shade and refreshing ourselves in the waterfall was such a reward and made the hike back down less difficult as well.

I think of our journey in life. It is important to surround ourselves with those who also have similar goals in mind. Sometimes I wonder why it is necessary to go to Church each week and to all of the other various meetings and commitments. But, I think that it is necessary to be close to other people in order to “bear one another’s burdens”. We need to be close to others in a physical and spiritual sense. Life is hard. ”Thy work shall be rewarded, saith the Lord” (Jeremiah 31:16). But in the meantime, we need to be surround ourselves with those who share our same ideals. They will encourage us and we will in turn encourage them.

One of my favorite quotes is: “what is this life for if not to make life less difficult for one another.”

So,

Run,

Hike,

Endure to the end.

And help someone else along the way.


Tuesday, September 14, 2010

I am so spoiled!!!

This is what I gave myself for Sierra's birthday.
I know.
SPOILED.
ROTTEN.
But I didn't have to yell at her today to practice the piano,
I just had to text her.
It was awesome.
And yes, we are celebrating yet another birthday at Arctic Circle.
We need to branch out a little, but hey--the price was right.

Works in Progress


These 3 quilts are all projects that Summer, BK, my mom and I are all working together on...


The tops are done and the top 2 have been quilted.
The bottom one is mostly Summer's project. It needs to be quilted.

The binding needs to be done on all 3 and then you will see the finished project.
The sewing machine is in the shop for the rest of the week.
I guess I better get the laundry and yard work done so that when it cools off soon we can get the projects done.