Friday, January 30, 2009

Men of the world, this one's for you...


For all of those out there with the wonderful Y chromosome who have been desperately pleading your case for the need to leave the toilet seat/lid in the ever-hated-by-females UP position...

I present to you...

Exhibit A...
Yep, I have suddenly become a fan of the "Up" position...


Sunday, January 25, 2009

If you don't want to know the answer...

Don't ask the question!!!  

This was sound advice given from our Beloved Bishop Memmott... and I should have headed that advice this weekend...

I was trying to get the kids in the 'productive mode' and get them out of jammies, etc.  I had been saying the phrase "Get dressed and brush your teeth" to our children more times than I can count.  As I came around the corner from the kitchen, I found Seth standing doing something OTHER than getting dressed and brushing his teeth.  

... so I did it, I said the exasperated "ask-a-question-that-you-really-don't-intend-to-get-an-answer-to-" question, 

"Seth, HOW MANY TIMES do I have to ask you to get dressed and brush your teeth??!"...

... to which he pondered a moment before answering (in a completely serious wanting-so-much-to-give-the-right-answer tone)...

"Ummm, 200?"

... yep, I walked right into that one...

Saturday, January 17, 2009

A Series of Unfortunate Events... Brewer Style...

This past week has been... well... lets just say writers couldn't have written this stuff.  As I think about it all conglomerated, it becomes almost comical to think about life in the Brewer household this week...

Monday started out with a  barrage of warnings from the radio that this would be a week for the record book as far as weather was concerned.  For Minnesota, that's saying a LOT.  

Unfortunately, they were right.   

It started snowing while I was at the gym for the 9:15 class, and only got thicker as the day wore on.  All afternoon events got cancelled.   I shoveled 3 times, only to have it be completely snowy again within 20 minutes.

The good thing that happened that day was, we finally got a new (for us) dishwasher installed!!!  We have been going on 10 months of no dishwasher, which my friends when you add 6 people x 3 meals x snacks x a very messy toddler = a LOT of dishwashing!!  I found a dishwasher on freecycle about 3 months ago, that sat in our kitchen until a dear friend had pity on us and wrangled her husband into coming over to install it (Thank you so much Patty!!).  On the grand moment of installation, however, we discovered that the dishwasher did not work.

After dinner, I fiddled around with it, and low and behold, the Heavens took pity on us and it started working!!  There was never a sweeter sound that night, then hearing the dishwasher going while I could finally sit in with the family for story-book time.

So that's a good thing, right??...

Well, fast forward a few days, and I am slowly realizing that the water is not draining in each load, which means the dishes are getting washed with the same mucky, germy, dirty water each cycle.  I have sadly learned that sometimes there is a reason why people give their things away on 'freecycle'... 

Enough with the dishwasher... 

Tuesday Jerry got stuck late at the hospital... which means I was late for YW... which wouldn't have been a bad thing... had I not been in charge of teaching the activity... (thanks, Marissa for taking up the supplies!!)... and got there to realize that another ward had commandeered the kitchen area (have you ever tried teaching cake decorating in a room with no water source to wipe up the sticky, greasy mess that is abundant in frosting?!).   Trying to 'creatively' clean up cake decorating from a different room made me late getting home... which made Jerry late for a presidency meeting he had...

Thursday is when the Events truly became unfortunate, however.

We woke up to 'record' freezing temperatures (can you say - 21 WITHOUT wind chill??!).  Jerry's car happened to be parked behind the van... neither one of which were in the garage (can you see where this is going?)  His car didn't start, so he came in to have us give him a ride... only to find that that van wouldn't start (and tripped the alarm every time we tried  -- yep our neighbors loved that one!).  He had to get to work, so he set off to get the bus, and I stayed home to try to figure out the cars.   

I would have been happy as a clam to hunker down at home and weather the weather... had it not been for 2 classes I was slated to teach at the Y (which didn't get cancelled - yes, people really did show up in this weather to exercise!!  Minnesotans are crazy people!), and a meeting (that I had been working for over 2 weeks to arrange with the president of a bank and the head of the sba committee in town to figure out how to get a loan for our invention) in the afternoon.

Looking back, I really should have videod my efforts to get a working car.  Picture:  my trying to start the van (and tripping the alarm).  Getting out, trying to push is into the garage so it can warm up enough to start - didn't budge an inch.  Trying to Push Jerry's car out of the driveway (so that if I did get the van to start, I could actually go somewhere) - moved 1 inch, but no more.  Getting back into the van and repeating the whole cycle about 4 times.  Nothing.

Marissa again comes to the rescue with her minivan (7 kids in one minivan - just shy of being legal...) to get to the gym, and then to get a 'super-turbo-self-charger' for the van on the way home... which upon reading the instructions, I learned that it has to charge for 20 hours before it will do any good.  

Great.  Loan meeting is now in 2 hours.  

I tried anyway - no go.  Another sweet angel friend (yes, Kathleen, that's you) innocently calls to set up a playdate with the kids, only to be barraged by my sob story and generously offers to have the kids go there to play, and have me take her car (you truly are an angel!!).

Friday morning temperatures were even LOWER (-23 - can you say nostril-stick-together-lungs-burn when breathing attempts made??!)  Jerry's car, still nothing.  Van... nothing... hook up the super-turbo-charger... and finally - the sweet sound of a roaring engine (hey, there has to be at least ONE good thing that happens in the middle of all of this muck, right??!)

(... of course, this is the day that I DON'T have anything scheduled, and could have just hunkered down in the house!!)

Fast forward to last night (we really are on the homestretch of this insane blog, I promise!!).  Right after dinner, I knew there was a problem.  Something in my stomach was not agreeing with something in my body.  I put the kids down (but not before Joshy had a poopy diaper, that got 'helped off' by the hands of an unnamed older brother, and climbed up onto the couch...) and tried to go to bed and sleep it off, only to start a barrage of bathroom trips as my body tried to expel the evil that I had ingested. 

 On one such trip, I was met with Seth, also doing the same thing (but who didn't quite make it to the bathroom and had a bed covered in... well... use your imagination...), and with Ben who was just standing in the hallway, doing the best impression of a seal I have ever heard, and not able to catch his breath to even cry - all he could do was stare at me with the huge horror stricken eyes.  As I was sitting in the bathroom, (not able to move at the moment... sorry for TMI...), I tried to get him to come to me, but he just stood there frozen, and I knew that at any minute he would fall over unconscious.

I get Jerry up, who takes Ben outside to try to clear his lungs a little (did I mention that we are still in the middle of ARCTIC temperatures??!), get bowls for Seth and me, and we perform some sort of circus act, alternating leaning over the bowls or running to the bathroom, while Jerry holds Ben in a chair for the rest of the night so he can monitor his breathing.

Have we finally made it to Saturday??!  Wahoo!  The day Jerry doesn't have to rush off to work... except that he is moonlighting... so he has to leave even EARLIER than usual... and will be gone the great majority of the day... which leaves 4 very cabin-fevered children in a house with a doubled over sick mother...  who is in charge of dj-ing a stake dance tonight and has to teach line dances to the youth of said stake...

I send all of the kiddos downstairs to do... well... pretty much whatever can keep them occupied, and try to curl up onto a ball and get just a little cat nap... until I am awakened by a 'sloshy sound' and race to the bathroom... to find Joshy in all of his devilish glory... happily schlopping about... in the toilet... that had recently received all of the beforementioned bodily fluids...

... anyone out there have a spare bottle of calgon??  Anyone??  Anyone....??

Saturday, January 10, 2009

It's Genetic!!!

For those of you who know me, know that I am a last-page-first-reader.  I know I know, that is utterly unthinkable in some of your views (believe me, I have had the tongue lashings :)  ).  But it's who I am, and I am okay with that.  I will gladly read any book... as long as I KNOW that it turns out okay...

...So to do that, I simply read the end, and then I'm much more okay with the stress that happens in the middle.  In fact, there is only ONE book I can remember in my life that I didn't read the end first... and that was because my 'sweet' friend, (Yes, SUE, it's YOU!!) told me the ONLY way she would loan me the FINAL book of a series we were both highly addicted to (no, not twilight... I did read the end of all of those!!) was if I PROMISED that I would NOT read the end first.  (Believe me, I was tempted to just order my own copy of the book!).  I kept my promise... and stayed up ALL night so that I could get to the end and finally ease the ulcer that was brewing in my stomach from page two!

  That's why I love the gospel so much... I know the 'last page', so I know that in the end everything is going to be okay, and that makes getting through all of this 'mucky middle' that is sometimes the craziness of this world more doable for me... but I digress from my original post...

... so today Sarah was reading her book that she checked out, about Clifford having a rainy day... and then getting read a book about a girl who got lost at sea.  Right in the middle of the 'scary' part, Sarah quickly flipped to the last page to see how it turned out.  (and NO, I didn't instruct her to do so... [I had already seen the last page when she was starting the book... no ulcers for me...] ).  

I laughed so hard when I saw this, I had to grab the camera

Yes, she truly is her mothers daughter!!
(and yes, the girl did get saved... by Clifford... and they all lived happily ever after!)

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Saying goodbye to the season... Brewer Style!!

Some people box their trees up...

     Other people take them to the dump...

             Still others recycle their trees.....


The Brewers....


Well......


We Burn!!!



No, Really, folks - we BURN our Tree!!



If any of you know Jerry to any extent... this will, of course, come as no surprise... :)
(yes, his shirt does say "Pyroman"... very fitting indeed!)

I'm just happy that we have a yard big enough (and with a fence high enough) to contain it all... as opposed to the first floor of house that we rented out in Michigan... with a fireplace... (yep, you know where this is going!)... that also connected to the fireplace of the people right above us... (how did we find this out??)... in which we learned that Christmas trees produce a LOT of smoke when burned... and also produce some very curious upstairs neighbors who come down to check and see if the fire department should be involved in any activity currently going on below...

So however you mark the holiday season - may all be merry and bright - and without any 'heated incidents'  in your neck of the woods!

How to really bring in the New Year...




...escaping the tundra-land for an indoor 'tropical' vacation!!



Jerry and the kids waiting to 'surf'  Seth opted out of this one, and then Sarah is the only one who wanted to go back for more... mom and dad both gave this one a thumbs up in the fun department, however!!

After Jerry held Ben down, literally kicking and screaming, to go on the 'big' water slide, he couldn't get enough.  I think he went back up at least 8 times in our last little burst of activity before heading home :)


Joshy LOVED the little squirty-things.  He ran to every single one and was never ceased to be amazed by his 'power' to make them stop by covering the spout :).



... in her never-give-up determination, Sarah did the 'leap' pads more times then I can count... and slid off at the exact same moment in every turn.  I don't know if she ever did master that slippery hippo!

Just what I always wanted!!....

Human Bobble-Heads!!


... so seth and ben talked non-stop about wanting "the clone wars mask that changes your voice and everything!!"  whenever the "Santa" list came up, so Christmas morning, sure enough, two clone wars masks were delivered by the Man himself.  When the boys put them on, Jerry and I couldn't stop laughing.  They literally get weighed down and 'bobble' back and forth in real life - it is quite a sight to behold :).

... oh, and the voice changer?  Well, if "scratchy microphone thingy that blocks out anything you say with a big staticky sound" counts, then they did, indeed get a 'voice changer' ;).