Miles takes on an offensive line..... Catch me if you can!!! In fact, will you please catch me? Catch me at home (good luck with that!), catch me on the run (which should not be a problem as I am running increasingly more slowly these days), catch the pieces of me as I fall apart (hopefully this will not be necessary), and/or catch me in a quiet moment (I do have a few of those and not all of them are at 2:00 a.m….) and let’s connect. I would love that!
Here are a few of this week’s catches…..
Miles found himself caught at home Friday morning without the parental signatures his teacher requires on his planner. He called me at work at 7:15 a.m. in full panic mode. “Breathe,” I told him and then carefully explained that, because he had spoken with me and I had given him permission, he could sign my name for me. NO WAY. Having a clumsily forged signature on his planner was not an acceptable option, no matter how much I assured him that it was okay. His panic began rising and my mind began racing……What to do? What to do?....... Ah ha! Knowing I have a neighbor who is both unflappable and infallible, I said, “Ride your bike down to Randee’s and ask her to sign your planner.” He did and she did. In fact, she signed his planner, logged him onto the computer to record his reading minutes, and fed him cold cereal—the greatest breakfast ever for him. My guess is that he will frequently forget to have me sign his planner in the future.
Being caught without a planner signature may (probably will) happen again but being caught without football on the brain (probably) never will. Our little lineman thinks about football as often and as intently as newlyweds think of………….well, you get the idea………..
In Saturday’s game, he was lined up as nose guard, across from and in-between a bunch of big boys with X’s taped on their helmets. Curious, I asked the coach for an X explanation. “X-men,” I was told, “exceed the league weight limit for this age so they can only play on the line; league rules prevent them from playing other positions so they don’t run over the smaller kids and hurt them.” Undeterred by the fact those 125 lb lineman double his 65 lb weight, Miles loves playing on the line. This week he played on the offensive and defensive line and caused a fumble. You can catch him somewhere around Cloud Nine.
Tanah caught a knife in the arm Tuesday.
Dr. Jones performed a juxtacordial chondroma excision on her right humerus at Primary Children’s Hospital. The tumor was about half the size of the one removed several years ago and was similarly benign. She loves the root beer slushies served in the recovery room (so does Lance), is not so fond of being unable to shower, and hasn’t given a thought to the dish chores she does not do.
She was also not so fond of the part she was given when she auditioned for the school musical….until she learned that she will be playing an obese slut who dances on tables. That caught her excitement.
Apparently excitement for our annual Havasupai field trip is catching at OPA. I promised the kids that if they worked hard at our weed-pulling/trash-collecting/elm-eradicating service project, I would take them on the trip. Forty-five kids came. FORTY-FIVE! We’ve never had over 25 before. Standing by mounds of dying weeds, felled trees and full garbage bags, I said, “Look at what we’ve done!” “OPA! OPA! OPA!” they chanted enthusiastically in response. They are excited and excited. I am excited and scared. How am I going to get 45 junior high students to the Grand Canyon? This will be a story worth catching.
Also worth catching are the responses to some questions posed by my OPA eighth graders. During a discussion on what to do about the overpopulations of wild horses on the western range, one young lady suggested some animals be neutered. Innocently one of the boys asked what neutering meant. Without hesitating she said, “It means to make it so their sperm does not work.” He blushed. She did not. Go girl go! Another student said animals should be slaughtered when they got old. “What constitutes old?” was the response. “When they have three babies,” came the reply. I guess I am old but don’t worry….you won’t catch it.
You won’t catch any Soay sheep at our house either…..
Three years ago, I bought a breeding herd (three ewes, a ram) of Soay sheep from a rancher in Washington. Though the Soay were not as hearty as I’d heard and not as profitable as I’d hoped, we fell in love with Bummer. Gentle and sweet as a bottle-fed lamb, Bummer became a pet. She went to OPA and SAA, rode on a float in the 24th of July Parade, and had her photo in the paper.
A sneaking suspicion that I should sell the Soay became a dogged determination when my 3 Soay lambs sold for $20 each at the auction and Grace’s 2 Suffolk lamb earned her a $360 check. I knew I should sell them but could not bring myself to put Bummer through the auction. Some things are just not right. I advertised the remaining Soays (two ewes, a ram) on ksl.com and had just about resigned myself to putting two Soay through the auction and keeping Bummer as a pet (I think my sheep herder granddad would have understood!) when I got a call from Paula in Kanab (a 7 hour drive south). “Would you be willing to meet me in Salina (a 3 hour drive south)?” she asked. A cheerful grandmother with a deep love for animals, it was clear to me that Paula would baby Bummer. I told her I would drive to Salina. What I did not tell her is that I probably would have driven to Kanab to find a good home for Bummer. So….on an abandoned farm road between Salina and Gunnison, we parked our trucks back-to-back, exchanged sheep for money, and went our separate ways. And that, my friends, is the middle of the story. I don’t know much of the story of Bummer’s beginning and I probably won’t know anything about Bummer’s story’s end but we were caught in the middle together and it was great.
In the middle of a conversation about the barn he is almost done building for me Chick said, “I’m going to make a great catch”….and he was not speaking about football. He is going to make a great catch for someone someday. And he is going to cause a great miss for me soon.
For those of you interested in catching his missing, he will be speaking in our ward’s Sacrament meeting on September 28th (Lance’s birthday) at 9:00 a.m., address 5850 S 2575 W, Roy, UT. Friends and family are invited to hear him speak at 9:00 and/or stop by the house to eat and chat after the meetings, starting about 12:15 p.m.
Love,
Teresa
Here are a few of this week’s catches…..
Miles found himself caught at home Friday morning without the parental signatures his teacher requires on his planner. He called me at work at 7:15 a.m. in full panic mode. “Breathe,” I told him and then carefully explained that, because he had spoken with me and I had given him permission, he could sign my name for me. NO WAY. Having a clumsily forged signature on his planner was not an acceptable option, no matter how much I assured him that it was okay. His panic began rising and my mind began racing……What to do? What to do?....... Ah ha! Knowing I have a neighbor who is both unflappable and infallible, I said, “Ride your bike down to Randee’s and ask her to sign your planner.” He did and she did. In fact, she signed his planner, logged him onto the computer to record his reading minutes, and fed him cold cereal—the greatest breakfast ever for him. My guess is that he will frequently forget to have me sign his planner in the future.
Being caught without a planner signature may (probably will) happen again but being caught without football on the brain (probably) never will. Our little lineman thinks about football as often and as intently as newlyweds think of………….well, you get the idea………..
In Saturday’s game, he was lined up as nose guard, across from and in-between a bunch of big boys with X’s taped on their helmets. Curious, I asked the coach for an X explanation. “X-men,” I was told, “exceed the league weight limit for this age so they can only play on the line; league rules prevent them from playing other positions so they don’t run over the smaller kids and hurt them.” Undeterred by the fact those 125 lb lineman double his 65 lb weight, Miles loves playing on the line. This week he played on the offensive and defensive line and caused a fumble. You can catch him somewhere around Cloud Nine.
Tanah caught a knife in the arm Tuesday.
Dr. Jones performed a juxtacordial chondroma excision on her right humerus at Primary Children’s Hospital. The tumor was about half the size of the one removed several years ago and was similarly benign. She loves the root beer slushies served in the recovery room (so does Lance), is not so fond of being unable to shower, and hasn’t given a thought to the dish chores she does not do.
She was also not so fond of the part she was given when she auditioned for the school musical….until she learned that she will be playing an obese slut who dances on tables. That caught her excitement.
Apparently excitement for our annual Havasupai field trip is catching at OPA. I promised the kids that if they worked hard at our weed-pulling/trash-collecting/elm-eradicating service project, I would take them on the trip. Forty-five kids came. FORTY-FIVE! We’ve never had over 25 before. Standing by mounds of dying weeds, felled trees and full garbage bags, I said, “Look at what we’ve done!” “OPA! OPA! OPA!” they chanted enthusiastically in response. They are excited and excited. I am excited and scared. How am I going to get 45 junior high students to the Grand Canyon? This will be a story worth catching.
Also worth catching are the responses to some questions posed by my OPA eighth graders. During a discussion on what to do about the overpopulations of wild horses on the western range, one young lady suggested some animals be neutered. Innocently one of the boys asked what neutering meant. Without hesitating she said, “It means to make it so their sperm does not work.” He blushed. She did not. Go girl go! Another student said animals should be slaughtered when they got old. “What constitutes old?” was the response. “When they have three babies,” came the reply. I guess I am old but don’t worry….you won’t catch it.
You won’t catch any Soay sheep at our house either…..
Three years ago, I bought a breeding herd (three ewes, a ram) of Soay sheep from a rancher in Washington. Though the Soay were not as hearty as I’d heard and not as profitable as I’d hoped, we fell in love with Bummer. Gentle and sweet as a bottle-fed lamb, Bummer became a pet. She went to OPA and SAA, rode on a float in the 24th of July Parade, and had her photo in the paper.
A sneaking suspicion that I should sell the Soay became a dogged determination when my 3 Soay lambs sold for $20 each at the auction and Grace’s 2 Suffolk lamb earned her a $360 check. I knew I should sell them but could not bring myself to put Bummer through the auction. Some things are just not right. I advertised the remaining Soays (two ewes, a ram) on ksl.com and had just about resigned myself to putting two Soay through the auction and keeping Bummer as a pet (I think my sheep herder granddad would have understood!) when I got a call from Paula in Kanab (a 7 hour drive south). “Would you be willing to meet me in Salina (a 3 hour drive south)?” she asked. A cheerful grandmother with a deep love for animals, it was clear to me that Paula would baby Bummer. I told her I would drive to Salina. What I did not tell her is that I probably would have driven to Kanab to find a good home for Bummer. So….on an abandoned farm road between Salina and Gunnison, we parked our trucks back-to-back, exchanged sheep for money, and went our separate ways. And that, my friends, is the middle of the story. I don’t know much of the story of Bummer’s beginning and I probably won’t know anything about Bummer’s story’s end but we were caught in the middle together and it was great.
In the middle of a conversation about the barn he is almost done building for me Chick said, “I’m going to make a great catch”….and he was not speaking about football. He is going to make a great catch for someone someday. And he is going to cause a great miss for me soon.
For those of you interested in catching his missing, he will be speaking in our ward’s Sacrament meeting on September 28th (Lance’s birthday) at 9:00 a.m., address 5850 S 2575 W, Roy, UT. Friends and family are invited to hear him speak at 9:00 and/or stop by the house to eat and chat after the meetings, starting about 12:15 p.m.
Love,
Teresa
One bite of root beer slushy for Tanah, two bites for Lance.....
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