Well this is all new to me, and I’m sure most of you have little time for a microscopic view of life for a Pacific Northwest family, but I decided to try and write a little “blog”. Why do it? I don’t know a faster or, cheaper way to send pictures to my mom. Also, I think my kids are really funny and I love to share their stories. Agree with me or not, I feel like someone cares if I send our little adventures out into cyberspace.
So give me a few weeks to work all the kinks out and remember what it was I wanted to tell my mom for the past 3 months. I’ll try not to waste your time should you choose to actually read my words.
I officially begin my life as a blogger with a little story from the life of my friend, Stacy. To make life a touch easier for this amazing mother of many sons, Daniel, Stacy’s husband, decided to remodel their kitchen. Yes, I am jealous, but so as not to be trivial about it I offered to loan her a bunch of my outdoor cooking equipment. I may be jealous but not uncompassionate towards a friend living without a kitchen for two months.
Perhaps it is all the years of listening to “Especially for Mormons” stories in Sacrament Meeting that made me the way I am. It goes like this: someone needed help and was either helped or not. If they were helped the world is great and thus we should all strive to be like the protagonist of the story. If they were not helped we are all to feel bad and secretly determine never to let it be said I could have helped someone but did not. And thus, years of conditioning compel me to search out opportunities to be of service to my fellowman. That said, let’s begin our story…
At Cub Scouts one day Stacy (read here Damsel in Distress) tells me Daniel barbequed hot dogs in the rain for Easter Dinner. Ding! My ears perk up and my mind begins searching for the perfect solution, the way I can HELP. Now this one is easy. You see I have fanaticized about a kitchen remodel for 2 years and so I thought how I would deal with the heart of my home ripped out for 2 months. Pragmatic and cheap as always I planned out an outdoor kitchen to put most indoor kitchens to shame. If that day comes I am ready with 2 massive camp stoves, 2 enormous griddles, and Dutch ovens to go on top these powerful cooking machines. So I thrust upon my befuddled friend a cook stove, griddle, and 2 Dutch ovens. Stacy sweetly smiled and drove away. Well, two weeks later the camp equipment still sat in the back of her car unforgotten, until…On Monday morning Stacy opened the car door only to discover thousands of baby spiders and their little “parachutes” stuck all over the ceiling of her car. It seems the camp equipment had a little more in it than just big BTUs. Stacy told me “They had no where to fly away to. It was just not as sweet as Charlotte’s Web.”
Well sorry to give you a taste of Arachnophobia Stacy…can we PLEASE still be friends?
So give me a few weeks to work all the kinks out and remember what it was I wanted to tell my mom for the past 3 months. I’ll try not to waste your time should you choose to actually read my words.
I officially begin my life as a blogger with a little story from the life of my friend, Stacy. To make life a touch easier for this amazing mother of many sons, Daniel, Stacy’s husband, decided to remodel their kitchen. Yes, I am jealous, but so as not to be trivial about it I offered to loan her a bunch of my outdoor cooking equipment. I may be jealous but not uncompassionate towards a friend living without a kitchen for two months.
Perhaps it is all the years of listening to “Especially for Mormons” stories in Sacrament Meeting that made me the way I am. It goes like this: someone needed help and was either helped or not. If they were helped the world is great and thus we should all strive to be like the protagonist of the story. If they were not helped we are all to feel bad and secretly determine never to let it be said I could have helped someone but did not. And thus, years of conditioning compel me to search out opportunities to be of service to my fellowman. That said, let’s begin our story…
At Cub Scouts one day Stacy (read here Damsel in Distress) tells me Daniel barbequed hot dogs in the rain for Easter Dinner. Ding! My ears perk up and my mind begins searching for the perfect solution, the way I can HELP. Now this one is easy. You see I have fanaticized about a kitchen remodel for 2 years and so I thought how I would deal with the heart of my home ripped out for 2 months. Pragmatic and cheap as always I planned out an outdoor kitchen to put most indoor kitchens to shame. If that day comes I am ready with 2 massive camp stoves, 2 enormous griddles, and Dutch ovens to go on top these powerful cooking machines. So I thrust upon my befuddled friend a cook stove, griddle, and 2 Dutch ovens. Stacy sweetly smiled and drove away. Well, two weeks later the camp equipment still sat in the back of her car unforgotten, until…On Monday morning Stacy opened the car door only to discover thousands of baby spiders and their little “parachutes” stuck all over the ceiling of her car. It seems the camp equipment had a little more in it than just big BTUs. Stacy told me “They had no where to fly away to. It was just not as sweet as Charlotte’s Web.”
Well sorry to give you a taste of Arachnophobia Stacy…can we PLEASE still be friends?
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