I'm looking for a few ice-cream machines to use for a FHE activity. I'm not sure I'm going to do it, but I'm thinking about having the members of my ward who actually come to FHE break into a few groups and make whatever kinds of ice cream they want (that I have the stuff for), and they'll just be playing games and socializing while it's becoming ice cream, then while they're eating it.
The activity (if I do actually decide this is what I want to do) will be August 10th, so I'd probably want to gather the machines on Saturday the 8th, and I'd bring them back the following Tuesday or Wednesday.
Let me know what you think of the activity itself, and if you have a machine I can steal for a few days.
Please and Thank you!
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Wonder of Wonders!
I was “doot-de-doo”-ing a song from a musical last night, and nobody could figure out what it was. Darci, Brandon and Mom all started doot-de-doo-ing it too, and Mom even figured out that the last word in the phrases was “America,” but she couldn’t figure out the rest of the words, and still had no idea what song it was, let alone what musical it came from.
They kept working on this song, while I moved on to like three others. They worked tirelessly, and still couldn’t figure out what show it was. Now, all of them claim to be well-acquainted with theatre, and this is a really old, well-known show, so it was amusing me just to watch them squirm in their ignorance.
Then, something miraculous happened. Dad said, “Guys, isn’t it from West Side Story?”
OH MY GOODNESS!!
My father hates basically everything about musical theatre; he has absolutely NO interest in watching, listening to, or hearing about anything that even remotely relates to the stage. This made his correct diagnosis of the song that the rest of the family had been stuck on for so long all the sweeter.
Darci and Brandon, naturally, started making excuses to attempt to explain why they didn’t know it, but everything they said (things like “I’ve never seen that show,” and “I’ve only seen the movie”), I came back at with the same things. Except that I’ve never even seen the movie. I’ve tried watching it several times, but I never get very far before I leave the room. Also, Darci had just watched Web Site Story, so she really, really had no excuse.
Dad surprised everyone with his superior knowledge of theatre, and I completely stumped Mom, Darci and Brandon.
It was a wonderful day.
They kept working on this song, while I moved on to like three others. They worked tirelessly, and still couldn’t figure out what show it was. Now, all of them claim to be well-acquainted with theatre, and this is a really old, well-known show, so it was amusing me just to watch them squirm in their ignorance.
Then, something miraculous happened. Dad said, “Guys, isn’t it from West Side Story?”
OH MY GOODNESS!!
My father hates basically everything about musical theatre; he has absolutely NO interest in watching, listening to, or hearing about anything that even remotely relates to the stage. This made his correct diagnosis of the song that the rest of the family had been stuck on for so long all the sweeter.
Darci and Brandon, naturally, started making excuses to attempt to explain why they didn’t know it, but everything they said (things like “I’ve never seen that show,” and “I’ve only seen the movie”), I came back at with the same things. Except that I’ve never even seen the movie. I’ve tried watching it several times, but I never get very far before I leave the room. Also, Darci had just watched Web Site Story, so she really, really had no excuse.
Dad surprised everyone with his superior knowledge of theatre, and I completely stumped Mom, Darci and Brandon.
It was a wonderful day.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Not Okay
Maybe I am really, really prideful, but I think that I am a fairly forgiving person. I know that people are stupid, so I just take it as me getting points for being right when they do stupid things and prove me right then forgive them for being stupid. I don’t really react to, or care much about anything I hear on the news because I know that people are stupid, so I just hear it and say, “Yep, there goes another stupid one,” and move on with my life.
The other day, however, I was washing off my dinner dishes while Grandma was watching the news, and heard about the little girl who had been sexually assaulted by four boys. For some reason, it surprises me more when I hear about kids doing stupid things. I guess I have just decided that adults are stupider than kids, but whatever my reasoning was, I stopped my washing to listen.
I was shocked and upset about hearing that four boys ranging in age from nine to fourteen had lured a little girl into a shed with gum and then sexually assaulted her.
I had mixed feelings about the oldest boy being tried as an adult. Yes, he should have known better, but he’s still not an adult.
I then heard that the girl was in the care of CPS (or something like it), and was really confused. That poor little girl had been through more than I can imagine and she should be able to go home with her parents and be surrounded by familiar, happy things.
But then I heard why she wasn’t going home with Mom and Dad. They disowned her. They said that she brought shame to the family—that she had victimized herself and it was her fault.
Oh. My. Gosh.
I understand that the family is from a different culture, but that is stills so not ok with me, that I honestly am shaking thinking about it, and it’s been a whole 36 hours since I heard about it.
1. Who tells a girl who was raped that it was her fault? Seriously?!
2. How on earth can an eight year-old girl be held responsible for that?! Is she supposed to suspect that every time a boy (even one who is her age) offers her anything, she should think that he’s trying to sexually assault her? I don’t think I even knew what that was when I was eight, and if I did, I certainly didn’t think that some kids I knew from school would do that to me.
I think of all my kids. I know that they aren’t technically mine at all, but I picture my little Yareli, Alicia or Angela, and if I knew that their parents had shunned them for something like that, I would have a cow. (Obviously, since I’m kinda having a cow right now, and I don’t even know the girl.) I would go straight to the office and talk to my principal. I don’t think I’d leave until I knew that CPS was coming and getting my little girl so that she didn’t have to go home to parents who would say something like that to her.
And let’s not even start on how I’d feel if something like this happened to my sister. Oh dear.
I am sure that the parents aren’t trying to make this girl’s life even harder, but I just can’t see how they think they’re helping anyone, whether it’s the girl, or themselves.
I just had a thought. Everything I’ve read has talked about the dad, and how he has said that they didn’t want her back. I wonder how Mom feels—if she agrees with what he’s doing, or if it’s just that her culture forces her to follow her husband.
Aaaaaaannd now I’m going to go on a feminist rant, so I’ll stop now.
I guess this just goes to show you that even Brigette occasionally has opinions.
How odd.
The other day, however, I was washing off my dinner dishes while Grandma was watching the news, and heard about the little girl who had been sexually assaulted by four boys. For some reason, it surprises me more when I hear about kids doing stupid things. I guess I have just decided that adults are stupider than kids, but whatever my reasoning was, I stopped my washing to listen.
I was shocked and upset about hearing that four boys ranging in age from nine to fourteen had lured a little girl into a shed with gum and then sexually assaulted her.
I had mixed feelings about the oldest boy being tried as an adult. Yes, he should have known better, but he’s still not an adult.
I then heard that the girl was in the care of CPS (or something like it), and was really confused. That poor little girl had been through more than I can imagine and she should be able to go home with her parents and be surrounded by familiar, happy things.
But then I heard why she wasn’t going home with Mom and Dad. They disowned her. They said that she brought shame to the family—that she had victimized herself and it was her fault.
Oh. My. Gosh.
I understand that the family is from a different culture, but that is stills so not ok with me, that I honestly am shaking thinking about it, and it’s been a whole 36 hours since I heard about it.
1. Who tells a girl who was raped that it was her fault? Seriously?!
2. How on earth can an eight year-old girl be held responsible for that?! Is she supposed to suspect that every time a boy (even one who is her age) offers her anything, she should think that he’s trying to sexually assault her? I don’t think I even knew what that was when I was eight, and if I did, I certainly didn’t think that some kids I knew from school would do that to me.
I think of all my kids. I know that they aren’t technically mine at all, but I picture my little Yareli, Alicia or Angela, and if I knew that their parents had shunned them for something like that, I would have a cow. (Obviously, since I’m kinda having a cow right now, and I don’t even know the girl.) I would go straight to the office and talk to my principal. I don’t think I’d leave until I knew that CPS was coming and getting my little girl so that she didn’t have to go home to parents who would say something like that to her.
And let’s not even start on how I’d feel if something like this happened to my sister. Oh dear.
I am sure that the parents aren’t trying to make this girl’s life even harder, but I just can’t see how they think they’re helping anyone, whether it’s the girl, or themselves.
I just had a thought. Everything I’ve read has talked about the dad, and how he has said that they didn’t want her back. I wonder how Mom feels—if she agrees with what he’s doing, or if it’s just that her culture forces her to follow her husband.
Aaaaaaannd now I’m going to go on a feminist rant, so I’ll stop now.
I guess this just goes to show you that even Brigette occasionally has opinions.
How odd.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
it may be late, but here it is
I know it's kinda, super late, but I feel that the world should know what my family did for the fourth of July.
The plan, originally, was that Dad and Alex would do nothing, and Mom and Lissa would go down to Rockin' R and just watch the fireworks, but, having worked at Rockin' R for longer than the average bear, I know how annoying the people who do that are, so I convinced everyone that we should all go somewhere together.
Dad suggested going to the casino because apparently they always have a good fireworks show, so we started driving out there at like 8: 45ish.
When we got to the casino, there was tons of parking still available. Alex and Lissa saw this as a good thing: we would be able to be closer to the fireworks, but Mom, Dad and I all knew what this really meant: there weren't any fireworks to be seen here.
So we started driving west. A few minutes into this new drive, we started seeing fireworks afar off. I figured that they were the ones at Tempe Town Lake. Then, a little to the north of those, we saw more. Then there some almost directly north of where we were. I turned around and saw some to our southeast, which I assumed were in Queen Creek. Then there appeared yet another display, this one seeming very close, and directly south of us. This is the one Dad chose to stop and watch.
We drove for just a few more minutes and at about 9:10, found a street where other cars had just pulled to the side of the road and parked, and we decided that we would happily follow in their footsteps... or tire tracks, as the case may be. So we pulled over, and Dad, Alex and Mom pulled out some lawn chairs and sat in a little dirt area off the road, while Lissa and I sat on top of Dad's truck.
We were only there for a few minutes before the show ended, but the adventure getting there was probably more fun than we would have had if we had just been successful in our first attempt to find a show to watch.
After that ended, we got out of the neighborhood where we had parked, and realized that none of us really knew how many times the road we were on had turned, because we ended up going a completely different direction than any of us had anticipated, but it all worked out, and we got to sonic and got our food, then took me home. I don't know what the rest of the family did for the rest of the night, but I finished of my holiday by watching a movie with a friend.
It was a lovely day, with some accidental adventures, but, really, aren't those the best kind?
Totes.
oh, one more thing: go see Sweeney Todd at MCC.
Tickets are $12, or $8 for students.
The only shows left are July 16-18, at 7:30
The plan, originally, was that Dad and Alex would do nothing, and Mom and Lissa would go down to Rockin' R and just watch the fireworks, but, having worked at Rockin' R for longer than the average bear, I know how annoying the people who do that are, so I convinced everyone that we should all go somewhere together.
Dad suggested going to the casino because apparently they always have a good fireworks show, so we started driving out there at like 8: 45ish.
When we got to the casino, there was tons of parking still available. Alex and Lissa saw this as a good thing: we would be able to be closer to the fireworks, but Mom, Dad and I all knew what this really meant: there weren't any fireworks to be seen here.
So we started driving west. A few minutes into this new drive, we started seeing fireworks afar off. I figured that they were the ones at Tempe Town Lake. Then, a little to the north of those, we saw more. Then there some almost directly north of where we were. I turned around and saw some to our southeast, which I assumed were in Queen Creek. Then there appeared yet another display, this one seeming very close, and directly south of us. This is the one Dad chose to stop and watch.
We drove for just a few more minutes and at about 9:10, found a street where other cars had just pulled to the side of the road and parked, and we decided that we would happily follow in their footsteps... or tire tracks, as the case may be. So we pulled over, and Dad, Alex and Mom pulled out some lawn chairs and sat in a little dirt area off the road, while Lissa and I sat on top of Dad's truck.
We were only there for a few minutes before the show ended, but the adventure getting there was probably more fun than we would have had if we had just been successful in our first attempt to find a show to watch.
After that ended, we got out of the neighborhood where we had parked, and realized that none of us really knew how many times the road we were on had turned, because we ended up going a completely different direction than any of us had anticipated, but it all worked out, and we got to sonic and got our food, then took me home. I don't know what the rest of the family did for the rest of the night, but I finished of my holiday by watching a movie with a friend.
It was a lovely day, with some accidental adventures, but, really, aren't those the best kind?
Totes.
oh, one more thing: go see Sweeney Todd at MCC.
Tickets are $12, or $8 for students.
The only shows left are July 16-18, at 7:30
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