Glade's 25th Birthday

I made the Calvin and Hobbes cake.

Andrew, Krista, Jessica, April, Glade, Kylie

Linguistic Humor by Jack Winter

Linguistic humor, How I met my wife

Source: Jack Winter. 1994. How I met my wife. New Yorker, July 25.
It had been a rough day, so when I walked into the party I was very chalant, despite my efforts
to appear gruntled and consolate.

I was furling my wieldy umbrella for the coat check when I saw her standing alone in a corner.
She was a descript person, a woman in a state of total array. Her hair was kempt, her clothing
shevelled, [or should that be hevelled?—BES] and she moved in a gainly way.

I wanted desperately to meet her, but I knew I'd have to make bones about it, since I was
travelling cognito. Beknownst to me, the hostess, whom I could see both hide and hair of, was
very proper, so it would be skin off my nose if anything bad happened. And even though I had
only swerving loyalty to her, my manners couldn't be peccable. Only toward and heard-of
behavior would do.

Fortunately, the embarrassment that my maculate appearance might cause was evitable. There
were two ways about it, but the chances that someone as flappable as I would be ept enough to
become persona grata or a sung hero were slim. I was, after all, something to sneeze at,
someone you could easily hold a candle to, someone who usually aroused bridled passion.

So I decided not to risk it. But then, all at once, for some apparent reason, she looked in my
direction and smiled in a way that I could make heads or tails of.

I was plussed. It was concerting to see that she was communicado, and it nerved me that she
was interested in a pareil like me, sight seen. Normally, I had a domitable spirit, but, being
corrigible, I felt capacitated—as if there were something I was great shakes at—and forgot that
I had succeeded in situations like this only a told number of times. So, after a terminable delay,
I acted with mitigated gall and made my way through the ruly crowd with strong givings.

Nevertheless, since this was all new hat to me and I had no time to prepare a promptu speech, I
was petuous. Wanting to make only called-for remarks, I started talking about the hors
d'oeuvres, trying to abuse her of the notion that I was sipid, and perhaps even bunk a few
myths about myself.

She responded well, and I was mayed that she considered me a savory character who was up to
some good. She told me who she was. "What a perfect nomer," I said, advertently. The
conversation became more and more choate, and we spoke at length to much avail. But I was
defatigable, so I had to leave at a godly hour. I asked if she wanted to come with me. To my
delight, she was committal. We left the party together and have been together ever since. I have
given her my love, and she has requited it.

Krista aka Professor Trelawney

Here's what we were going for.  Oh my heck, did we nail it or what?!

Here's Krista, on her way to the Harry Potter premiere last night.  She read all the books and got perfect attendance last year so Jared and I decided it was okay to let her go, even though I still think the movies deserve the PG-13 rating and she's only 10.  My sister, Lynn, helped with the costume and it turned out great.  All we needed was a crystal ball and those are a bit hard to come by.

A closer view of the hair.  She's making the crazy "I see death," face but she's trying really hard not to laugh while she does it so it's funny.

This is the front view of her hair the afternoon before.  She's got really fine, straight hair so getting it to 'Trelawny up' took a bit of work.

Here's the back view of her hair.  All of the little twists have various products gooped into them and then they are clipped into place.  It took probably half an hour to put them all up as I'm not usually that fancy of a mom.

Are you eating graham crackers you found in the trash?

Yes, that's what I just said.
I was talking to my almost 11 month old.
The worst part?
I'm more concerned about the diaper rash she gets from eating graham crackers than the way she obtained them.
Babies this size dump trash cans (and every other container they can find) it's what they do.
My sister calls them "little feral children" and hints at the possible lack of balanced nutrition that leads them to dump trash cans and sift through them for semi-edibles.
Yeah, well, at my sister's house the baby tends to dump pet dishes and eat cat food.
Does that prove or disprove my point?
I'm not sure.
Did I have a point?

2011 Daly Family Reunion Pictures

  

I love a good family reunion!



Catching bubbles with my tongue.



Loving the bubbles.

Having a Charlie's Angels water gun moment.



Uncle Glade! (all the way from China!!) and Krista.



Amy and her kids next to a statue of Francis Webster, a famous ancestor, in Cedar City, UT.

Kylie doing the Eskimo Blanket.

Krista doing the Eskimo Blanket.



They always have great food at these things, you should try this!



A few weeks without internet

My internet has been down for two weeks.  I am typing this at my parent's house.

I have been amazed to find how much more I get done without internet and how crazy it makes me to not be connected.  I have worked on projects, and cleaned and organized more of my house than I usually get done in a week.  I want to have my internet back even though it apparently slows me down in some aspects of my life.  Jared and I have both called Prime Time Communications pretty much every day and they keep telling us it will be fixed very soon.

We were able to enjoy a wedding and family reunion last week with cousins and friends.  Lots of fun.  I'll have to post pictures later.

My research and indexing are getting rather behind since I am only able to work on them on Sunday afternoons at the FHC/Library while Jared keeps the kids busy.

What wagon? There was a wagon?

I fell off the diet wagon.
There was a wedding and a reunion and a BBQ and an all-you-care-to-eat buffet and...

So I'm back to trying to eat better.  I bought fresh fruits and veggies and put the glass of water back where it will be the first thing I see when I open the fridge looking for a snack.  I really am just thirsty most of the time, not actually hungry.  This is a desert I live in after all.

I'm eating either the Quaker granola cereal or a Nutri Grain bar for breakfast.  The Quaker stuff I can get at Costco and it's pretty good, holds up well in milk, and the kids like it as well.  The Nutri Grain bars are something I once loved but I think I'm over them.  Lunch and dinner just take a little more planning to be a bit healthier and to control portion-wise.

I'll try to remember to put updates of how I'm doing on here.  Public humiliation is a huge motivator.

A Wedding of Payne

My cousin's daughter got married today and it was so much fun to see so many family members.  The reception was really lovely.  We had some "cousin overflow" at our house so my kids got a rare chance to have a major sleepover event with cousins their own age.  I loved getting to spend time with family and it was great to catch up with some of my family that have moved away over the years.

Jessica, April, Krista, Kylie, Andrew - The Party-goers

Abby, Hanna, Jane - The (girl) Cousins

Tom, Mindy - The Lovebirds
Somehow I caught them just as they were gazing adoringly at each other.  They are the bride's uncle and aunt but somehow I never got a picture of the bride and groom.  They stayed at my house with their four kids.  So much fun to see them again, we hung out a lot in the BYU days.

Lynda, Sue, Ardis, Sandi, Carrie - The Ladies



Lynda, Sue, Ardis, Sandi - The "Marching" Aunts



Jessica - The Grass Eater

So, congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Ron & Emily Breinholt!  Thanks for getting married so we could have a fun party and get the family together.