Planet Cleverly

I spent one hour in the pool on saturday. this week is the race. I'm feeling overall good about things. but every once in a while I'm in sure panic over the state of my body. will my hamstring hold up? is my IT band going to freak out on me?? will my foot fall off??? you never really know what will happen on race day, but I have to feel reassured that I have put in the work. my body knows what to do, my mind knows what lies ahead. if I can just grit and bear it, I might just be able to hold on.

by anna jo on May 12, 2008 07:29 AM

It rained hard all night long. I came home from work & sorted clothes and washed 2 batches of clothes & bathed Jackie & cleaned up & ate while Ivard finished chores (he got up late) I went to bed & Ivard tended Kids & washed a batch of clothes & worked on my puzzle contest.

I got up at 4: and worked on my books & Kids came home & Gene got supper. We ate & he did chores & I got my diary up.

Cloudy most of day. got a letter from Dad & Mother & a special Mother day one from Mother. Dad has been made Branch President.

We ate & I went to bed until time to go to work.

by Deano on May 12, 2008 06:21 AM

My siblings have already written great tributes to our mother. All I can add is that she truly is an angel here on earth. Her selflessness and charity is without measure. The eight of us kids couldn't scare her away from her motherly nature. She continues to give to us, to our own children, and to all of the children she tends day in and day out.

I remember my sister and I finding a bottle of vitamin C tablets and eating them like candy. When Mom came home from wherever it was she had gone, she took care of us as we threw up into the big green bowl that she reserved for her sick children. There were many times where she would bring out that bowl and lovingly give us sprite or saltine crackers till we felt better.

She was always there and encouraging us to succeed and try things. There was nothing we couldn't do because we had Mom backing us all the way. She helped me learn my times-tables so I wouldn't flunk third grade. Thanks to her I passed and later passed my AP Calculus exam to springboard me into my college education.

Thanks Mom, I love you!

by esperto96 on May 11, 2008 08:44 PM

I have created a new blog, http://lifefreallyisahighway.blogspot.com/ for my automotive and fuel economy posts. I just created it today so there's not much there yet. I'll make it better soon.

For mother's day I gave my wife a scooter. Pics and other spiffy stuff coming soon. Stay tuned and happy Mothers Day to my wife and my mom and my mother-in-law! I love you all!

by esperto96 on May 11, 2008 08:37 PM

a tribute written by me to my mother in May 2005, for a book my dad compiled entitled Claudia An Elect Lady:

What can I say about my mom? There are so many things!!!! My whole life I have looked up to her and aspired to be like her one day. She is probably the best mom there ever was, is, and will be.

Her love for everyone around her is incredible. She is one of the most giving, charitable people I have ever known -- always willing to take in another child to tend free of charge if necessary. She gives all she can, even when circumstances are bleak for her.

I've always looked up to her for her patience, something I have somewhat struggled with (he he) my whole life! She has been such a great teacher to me, a lot just through her actions and the way she lives her life. Lately, I have really enjoyed our conversations about the gospel and raising families and life in general. Those are times I cherish very much, and I know I will for many years to come.

She is also one of the funniest ladies I have ever known. And on top of that, she is a crafting mastermind, even if she doesn't admit it! She is so artistically talented and gifted, more than she knows! I wouldn't have the "card-stock" gene if it weren't for her!

I love that she shared with me when I was very young her love of music, because now that is such a large part of who I am. I am glad that she and I can share a love of beautiful music together. Maybe one day I can have as huge and broad of a cd collection as she does! She has been one of my number one fans in all my theatrical things I have been in, and always tells me to "trip a tonsil!" when I am going out the door to a performance.

She really is the greatest mom, and being the youngest I have gotten away with a lot, which is okay with me! :)

I do appreciate the times though that she taught me about hard work and discipline, even though at the time I might not have liked it so much. All in all, I love my mom so much, and feel so fortunate to have her in my life -- for her example, for her love of the Savior, for her huge heart.

She is the most amazing woman, and I hope one day I can be the kind of mother she has been to me, to my children. MOMMY - I LoVe YOU!!! Hugs & avalanches!!! :)

hugs and love,
mary elizabeth cleverly

by mary elizabeth on May 11, 2008 05:25 PM

Seems like Better Homes and Gardens and I are on the same wavelength with our Dollar Store Closets. And I didn't even see this until after I bought my shoeboxes. .
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by Becca on May 11, 2008 08:00 AM

"Avoid the philosophy and excuse that yesterday’s luxuries have become today’s necessities. They aren’t necessities unless we ourselves make them such.

Many of our young couples today want to begin with multiple cars and the type of home Mother and Dad worked a lifetime to obtain. Consequently, they enter into long-term debt on the basis of two salaries. Perhaps too late they find that changes do come, women have children, sickness stalks some families, jobs are lost, natural disasters and other situations occur, and no longer can the mortgage payment, based on the income from two salaries, be made.

It is essential for us to live within our means."

by The CFO Now on May 11, 2008 08:00 AM

I got breakfast & Ivard washed Dean & Dales hair & I helped them bath while Gene did chores. I made jello salad & we ate & got ready & all went to Priesthood & sunday school. They had the little kids down staires for programe & Dale about ate the mike, everyone laughed. I got a big elephant ear bigona for most Kids there. everyone got a hanky. Kay took Jerrys place as secretary. We came home & I fixed dinner & we ate & Kids did dishes. Gail & Lynda came & brought me a pr. of Nylons. Dean & Dale gave me a card they made I worked on puzzle contest. We ate icecream & Gail went home. It started to rain this afternoon & never stoped all night.

Gene did chores in rain. I washed a batch of overalls. Ivard got his talk for tonight & him & all the Kids went & me & Jackie went to bed.

I went to work at 11: with Ida.

by Deano on May 11, 2008 07:11 AM

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"Fly high above the trees"
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by Becca on May 11, 2008 06:54 AM

by The CFO Now on May 10, 2008 05:40 PM

Each year at hubs work they give out appreciation gifts. A lot of the guys apparently thought they were pretty stupid gifts this year. My husband doesn't read my blog so he didn't know that I've been wanting these.

by Becca on May 10, 2008 03:58 PM

A brief history of Berenice Peterson Lange Anderson (1896-1964), daughter of Gustav Hjalmer Malstedt Peterson and Karen or Carrie Hansen, wife of Hans Friedrich Karl Lange, mother of Helen Carrie Lange Amundsen, John Marvin Lange, and Ruth Irene Lange Smith. The history appears to have been written by Berenice's daughter Helen. Curiously, the history does not mention Berenice's divorce from Hans Lange and her second marriage on April 7, 1941, to Joseph Andrew Anderson. Claudia, daughter of J. Marvin Lange, always heard this grandmother referred to as "Grandma A."

"Yours may be a little dream, a little idea, a little good work in some obscure place, unknown, unseen, unheard as yet.

"Hold fast to the dream, develop the idea, keep up the good work. Keep your little light shining and remember that there is not enough darkness in all the world to put out the light of even one small candle."

So is the life of Berenice Peterson—for from the time of her birth to Gustav Hjalmer Molstedt Peterson and Karen Hansen on 15 October 1896 until her death on 4 September 1964 the candle of her faith in the Lord and His work never was dimmed, and she endeavored all of her days to let this candle shine as a guide to those around her.

She was born in Salt Lake City, Utah. Her father was a contractor and builder. At times he made good money, but he also enjoyed drinking liquor—consequently his wife had to do housework for others to help support the family. Berenice was the only daughter born to Gustav and Karen. They had four sons, and Berenice was the fourth child of the five children.

Gustav was born in Sweden. His parents came to Utah because of the gospel of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. His mother and father were later divorced, and his mother remarried Jens Christian Peterson in the Endowment House. Though Gustav had been baptized into The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, he later apostatized and was not affiliated with any religion—though he favored the teachings of Swedenborg in his later years.

Karen was of Danish ancestry, and unlike her husband, remained faithful to the testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ.

In her early years Berenice must have been protected by a guardian angel, for on several occasions she was extremely close to disaster. One time she and her girl friend were playing house on the hillside. Berenice had received a real stove for Christmas, and the girls had built a fire in it. While playing, Berenice's dress caught fire, and instead of rolling in the dirt to smother the flames, Berenice ran down the hill to her brothers. It is a miracle she was not severely burned.

Another time the handle of an ax in use came off, and the ax flew in her direction, missing her only by the breadth of a hair.

Another time, when she was only a toddler, she fell into the irrigation ditch and was unnoticed for some time.

Her life must have been guarded so that she could teach the gospel and bear testimony of God's plan of salvation. Though Berenice was never called on a full-time mission, she taught Sunday School, Primary, and Mutual and served as a stake missionary in the Emigration Stake. She had been Mutual president in the Great Falls Branch in Montana, Relief Society president in the Twentieth Ward in Salt Lake City, and in the Primary presidency in the Emigration Ward. Near the end of her life, she was secretary to the genealogical committee of the Marlborough Ward in Salt Lake. Her faith and testimony of the truthfulness of the gospel and that Joseph Smith was a prophet of the Lord has been acknowledged by many. She was a pillar of strength.

Her life had not been an easy one. From the time she was sixteen, until two years before her death, it was necessary for her to earn a living for herself and others.

She married Hans or Johannes Frederick Carl Lange 30 August 1922 in the Salt Lake Temple. They had three children—two girls and a boy. She had wanted to be at home with her children, but this was not to be her privilege, for not long after her marriage it became evident that her husband suffered shell-shock from the First World War, and he was unable to take care of his family. Berenice had to care for her family and provide guidance and the monetary support as well. Her mother helped her while the children were young, and this made it easier for Berenice to leave them each day.

After the family returned from Great Falls, Montana, Berenice found work at the LDS Hospital as a telephone operator on the night shift. This eventually worked into the auditor for all the bookkeeping at the hospital. She also kept books for the LDS Children's Hospital and for Capson-Bowman and Richards-Woodbury realty companies.

Berenice was very active in sports while she was still in school. She played on the championship teams for both the Salt Lake City basketball and baseball. She won first place in the 20-yard dash and the relay races, Drama was also one of her talents, and she took the lead in one of the University of Utah Preparation School's dramas—also several Church plays. She took first place in one of the U of U Prep School's oratory contests. She enjoyed reading both poetry and prose and felt life was too short to waste time on anything of a degrading nature. She continually tried to better herself and those around her by building character and gaining knowledge—the glory of God is intelligence.

She died of cancer 4 September 1964—still full of faith that if the Lord wanted her to live that she would be made well. Her faith in the Lord and His power were the greatest memories I have of her life.

Shortly after her death, while I was walking on the Tabernacle grounds, a woman approached me and asked me if I was Berenice Peterson's daughter. I answered yes, and she indicated that my mother had taught her during her years in Mutual. Because of my mother's teachings, her testimony grew and also her understanding of the gospel. She appreciated my mother, and I appreciated her comments about my mother.

by Deano on May 10, 2008 12:20 PM

I came home from work & made waffles for breakfast & after we ate I went to bed & just got to sleep when Lyle & Barbra came. Lyle got here at 2: A.M. & at 10: they left for Sacramento he had come to get Barbra so they could be interviewed by Stake President this week to go to Temple. I made a jello salad for Priesthood Party & Ivard killed & cleaned 2 chickens to take. I laid down again after Lyle left & Ray did up work. at 3: I took Kay, Gene & Ray over to church to Priesthood supper and Ivard tended Kids. Kids played ball & Ethel Stoker, Alta Gibson, Ilene Patterson & I fried chicken & cooked supper & fed 19 boys at 5:30. We ate & did dishes & at 8: we came home. droped Kay off at high school to plays. I went to bed I was so tired. Ivard cleaned Kids shoes for tomorrow. My night off.

by Deano on May 10, 2008 06:13 AM

A letter from Elder J. Marvin Lange, serving in the Western Canadian Mission, written on Sunday, July 25, 1948, to his mother in Salt Lake City, Utah. A copy of this letter was included in notes attached to a family group record in a large binder of genealogical records from Marvin's sister Helen [Helen Carrie Lange Amundsen] that we received on May 9, 2008, nearly fifty years after the letter was written.

Dearest Mother:

The day is slipping by and I should like to write you a worthwhile letter before the opportunity is gone altogether. I have spent one hour before I have to begin preparing for sacrament meeting. That should give me a start anyway, and maybe this evening will afford the necessary time for me to complete the letter.

In checking over some of your letters to me I see that you have asked me to retell the story of Yellowface that we heard from Pres. Card the night of conference at Cardston. My memory isn't very good, and I always have difficulty in repeating a story, but I took a few notes and perhaps from them you can reconstruct the salient points.


The story is about a tribe of Cree Indians. Yellowface being their Chief. They were an independent tribe and had refused to take a reservation from the government (because they said you took the land from us, it is ours). There were perhaps less than 100 persons in the tribe, but they wandered through Saskatchewan not having any permanent home.

About 25 or 30 years ago a messenger came to Yellowface from the "unseen world" and told him to take the tribe and travel west until he came to a people who had a record of their forefathers. Yellowface was informed of five signs by which he could distinguish this people who were in possession of the book of his ancestors.

The messenger departed (can't recall if Pres. Card inferred that he might have been one of the Three Nephites or not), and Yellowface and his tribe set out west. Finally they landed on the Church ranch. Brother Caldwell was the foreman at the time, and he went down to greet them. Brother Caldwell said, "You are on our land, but you are welcome; stay as long as you want; fish in our streams; graze your cattle on our land; our cowboys will be passing through here often but in your camps they will act as gentlemen."

Pres. Card pointed out that to have 100 people suddenly park on your land would be very exasperating for most ranchers and the possibility is that others would have driven them off since such procedures would be most conducive to the rancher's economic welfare, or so they would suppose.

Well Yellowface was pleased at the reception given his tribe for more reasons than one. The signs that the messenger had given him were in the process of fulfillment, for these are the five ways he was to know the people who had the history of his forefathers: 1 = they will let you camp on their lands and they won't drive you off; 2 = their men will go through your camp and not molest your women; 3 = they will trade with you and not cheat you; 4 = they will invite you to their church; 5 = they will invite you into their homes and feed you.

It wasn't long until there was a ward reunion in Cardston. Bishop Parker went over to Yellowface and said, "We're having a banquet at the church and would like you to come over." Afterwards Yellowface was invited into their home and given food. The signs were complete. For once the Indians had been dealt with honestly, the Mormons had not sought advantage over the Redman, being honest and virtuous in all their relations together.

It wasn't long afterward that Yellowface invited Bishop Parker over to his lodge and asked him to talk. Yellowface listened to hear something of "his" book, for surely these were the people the messenger had told him to find, but Bishop Parker didn't mention the Book of Mormon at all. Sometime later Yellowface asked him back to talk some more. This time as Bishop Parker was leaving his home he picked up the Book of Mormon. He told Yellowface of the contents of the book, the thing which the Chief had been awaiting. He took the book from the bishop and put it inside his robe, saying "My book."

The Chief had some of the young braves read the Book of Mormon to him. (I don't know what affect the Book of Mormon had on the Chief, but he certainly had learned to respect the Mormon people.)

Some 20 to 25 years later Yellowface and his tribe were being put over on a little tract of land west of Calgary. The government officials gave them the right to choose their own school system, or in other other words, the church which they wanted to administer their secular affairs. The established churches, Roman Catholic and Anglican, were suggested but Yellowface would have none but the Mormons.

(The rest of the story is rather uncertain on my notes, but I think V. Wood, brother to Pres. Wood, was a member of parliament at the time, and he was put in charge of their schools.) Anyway, the news soon reached other members of the Church, and there were many volunteers to teach at the Indians' school. One who went was an Elder Kimball. It seems that Elder Kimball was the lad who had given a copy of the Book of Mormon to the Pope while in the service overseas. George Spencer of Leavitt also taught on this Indian reserve.

Well, Mother, that is about all that I can give you on "Yellowface." Perhaps you can fill in where the story isn't complete. It is now Monday morning and time for us to start tracting. Sorry that I didn't finish this yesterday when I could have written something other than the Indian story. I'll send this anyway hoping that even such as it is will be better than nothing.

The missionary work is coming along alright. We have another good contact, a lady who just seemed to be awaiting the message of the gospel. Perhaps I have mentioned her before. We received her name through the Eastern Canadian missionaries from one of their contacts. Her name is Mrs. Miles. We haven't spent many visits with her but last Wednesday when we called she practically bore her testimony to us. She wondered how it was that the other churches couldn't see that there was more to the Plan of Salvation than they were teaching. She is a lovely lady and has two of the nicest children I have seen anywhere; they are well-mannered, polite, and clean. Mrs. Miles is an avid reader and is hungry for a knowledge of the gospel. It is a pleasure to work with her.

I just received a letter from Joseph F. Smith, the former Patriarch. He is at Banff teaching for a few weeks this summer. He wrote to me from Hawaii before he left, thinking I was in Alberta and that we could probably arrange a meeting before he left the Province.

Well, I guess this will have to be 30 for now I have to get going. Thanks for all the encouragement. I don't know what I would have done without you and my sisters.

All my love and may the Lord bless you, always = Marvin

by Deano on May 10, 2008 05:39 AM

A history of Hans Friedrich Karl Lange (1895-1967), son of August Ferdinand Lange (1865-1950) and Emma Bertha Wilhelmine Mattick (1865-1952), and the father of Helen Carrie Lange Amundsen, John Marvin Lange, and Ruth Irene Lange Smith. Variants of his name include Hans or Johannes, Friedrich or Frederick, and Karl or Carl.

Hans or Johannes Frederick Carl Lange was born in Bredow, a small city about five to eight miles from Stettin, Germany [now Szczecin, Poland]. Stettin is a Baltic Sea port at the mouth of the Oder River and is a shipbuilding and ship-repairing center. Factories there manufacture iron, paper, and textiles.

It was the 24th of June 1895 when Hans first voiced his opinion of the world. Since the language of most infants is more readily understood by their parents, August Ferdinand Lange and Emma Bertha Wilhelmine Mattick probably were the only ones who comprehended this opinion in its more specific meaning. Hans was the second child of six children born to Emma and August. Shortly after his birth, the family moved to Stettin. Here two more children were born to August and Emma.

August was a blacksmith in Stettin and well established. He and his wife were of the Lutheran faith and when they heard the gospel of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints they believed it and were baptized. Their testimonies never faltered, and they were active members from the 30th of May 1898 through the remainder of their mortal existence, and without a doubt into the eternities. They were both strong of character and hard workers.

Hans was a happy boy and brought pleasure to his mother. He was a very generous person—sometimes to a fault—for he would give the shirt off of his own back. At one time when he did not have anything himself and someone came to him in need, Hans sent him to his brother Bruno's office for assistance. He was of an artistic nature—he both played the violin beautifully and with feeling, had an artistic penmanship (which he used to help earn his living at different intervals in his life), and drew and painted pictures which were entered in the State Fair. He was not known to say anything of a detrimental nature about anyone.

Hans, his sister, two brothers, and parents came to America when Hans was about five years old. After arriving in America, August and Emma had two more children—both girls.

Several times during Hans's life he was seriously ill. The first time was before they emigrated to America. At this time he had spinal meningitis. His temperature was dangerously high, but he recovered, which was somewhat of a miracle. Another time was after arriving in America during his boyhood days. He was a messenger boy (by this means he earned part of his own support) and had an accident while riding his bicycle. Along with the accident came an acute case of erysipelas. His mother spent many hours caring for Hans, and once more he recovered.

Before the First World War was over Hans was part of the American Army even though he had been born in Germany. At one time he rescued one of his buddies who was drowning. As he dove into the water he hit his head, injuring himself, but still he pulled his companion out of the water and saved his life. This act received notice in the papers. Whether it was because of the blow on his head or perhaps due to shell shock, his years shortly after his marriage were ones of periods of confinement.

He married Berenice Peterson in the Salt Lake Temple on the 30th of August 1922. They had three children—two girls and one boy. It seemed difficult for him to earn a living. He felt uncomfortable in crowds. It was necessary that his wife work. It seems there were periods when he was normal and other times when he could not be controlled. After their last daughter was born in 1926, his wife went to Great Falls, Montana. From this time on the government cared for him in the Veteran's Hospital.

The last few years of his life he was placed in a rest home in the southeast part of Salt Lake City, Utah, and he died at the age of 71 on the 26th of January 1967.

by Deano on May 9, 2008 08:11 PM

okay, so friday's are definitely not as cool as wednesdays. no up beat 80's mix. no eye of the tiger. just some really lame music for the old ladies to splash around to. seriously. not cool.

so mysteriously I have somehow hurt my little hamstring. don't know how. that's why it's a mystery. I woke up yesterday morning and it was hurting. it pretty much bugged me all day. I did an easy 30 minute pool run today, and stretched in the sauna (my new favorite place to stretch--I might start doing the bikram yoga poses in there) and it still kinda bugs. so that's not cool numero dos.

{all I have to say is that it better get better, 'cause if I go all the way to fargo north dakota after battling all these various injuries, and my hamstring is the thing that flares up--after seemingly getting it under control finally--that will be the not coolest of the not cools}

by anna jo on May 9, 2008 11:13 AM

GO JAZZ!

(now they just need to WAKE UP and play the Lakers like they think they can win, because they can if they just played with confidence!)

by Eliza on May 9, 2008 09:05 AM

ashley wrote a beautiful post that got me thinking.

yesterday, vince & i were in the car on our way to pick up some breakfast. he sneezed, and it was hilarious. i couldn't stop laughing. he then told me, "sometimes, i sneeze funny just because i know it makes you laugh!" isn't that funny + cute + sweet? it is such a silly thing, but that is just one of the many reasons i love him so much. its moments like those that i cherish, as silly as that might sound.

i wonder sometimes, how much am i living in the now and not waiting for things to happen to start living. am i too concerned with getting out of debt, getting through school, getting through a work day that i am forgetting just to live? little moments really bring that into perspective for me. i feel so fortunate that i get to spend so much time with vince, i know that won't always be the case -- especially in a few years when he becomes an accountant and i won't see him most of april! ;) i am going to really try to cherish the time i have with him & live in the now.

here are some of the little moments i love about vince & i together:

-holdings hands in the car, while we are out driving
-when he gently moves my hair, to rub my neck + shoulders
-when we are at work and he throws post it notes at me with little notes on them
-if he knows i'm totally bummed about something, he does everything possible to cheer me up
-we make up songs together, and it is hilarious (to us, anyway)
-sometimes vince will wink at me, and i go weak in the knees
-i love talking about our future together. thinking of vince being a daddy melts my heart (and can make me teary at times). he is going to be the sweetest daddy ever
-i love the feeling of being in his arms -- his hugs are the best & i feel safer than ever when i'm in his arms
-we have a special way to hold hands, and its secret, and all our own, and i love it
-i love when our feet touch when we are in bed & sometimes i hold his arm (... haha, that sounds weird. its just that when we are in bed, his arm is longer than mine, so i can't get to his hand.)
-my boy is so goofy -- he loves to tackle me to the ground & tickle me crazy, i enjoy this most of the time
-i love when we have gospel related talks with each other

so, my goal is now to cherish the now with everyone, family + friends alike. it will definitely be worth-while. my friend cari commented on ashley's post and left a quote that i really like:

"Learn from the past. Prepare for the future. Live in the present." - President Monson

by mary elizabeth on May 9, 2008 08:23 AM

by mary elizabeth on May 9, 2008 08:08 AM

whenever i hear this song, bottle it up by sara bareilles, it reminds me of my sister. do it for love. the video is gorgeous (not to mention that green dress she is wearing). absolutely love it.

by mary elizabeth on May 9, 2008 06:42 AM

I came home from work & got me & Jackie ready while Ivard finished chores & Dale got ready & we went to Nampa to Dr. Ivard had an appointment for 10:30 to see how his ex-Rays turned out. He has a slight ulcer. I was so glad, after, the Dr. said he might have cancer. I have prayed so hard that he wouldn't. We went to Caldwell to bank & got groc. Went to dairy & got icecream & calf feed. Came home at 2:30 & went to bed and Ivard took Dale & Jackie & went to Adrian & got feed & went to ball game, he umpired. Adrian beat Jordan Valley 19 to 6.

I got up & had supper ready when Ivard & Kids got home.

I went to bed & Ivard came too & wouldn't let me sleep.

I went to work at 11:

Ray scrubbed Kitchen tonight.

by Deano on May 9, 2008 06:08 AM

by Becca on May 8, 2008 10:20 PM

so do you want to know when the best time to pool run at steiner aquatics is? nine o'clock on a wednesday morning. it's true.

the geriatric water aerobics have taken over the shallow end (don't go at eight o'clock if you need the deep end) and will leave you with the deep water. they will also blast the most perfect 80's workout mix ever. who needs a waterproof ipod when you've got eye of the tiger screaming over the sound system?! loved it!

and at this time--especially now that the 50 meter outdoor pool has opened--it's not too busy. I had a lane to myself for most of the "run."

30 minutes in la pool

by anna jo on May 8, 2008 02:58 PM

Apparently our party is the talk of the preschool set. Apparently they think my social skills (or at least my hostessing skills) are amazing. "How am I supposed to compete with that?" one mother is reported (by DH) to have said.

Uh....

So I guess I need to spread the word (via DH?) that the party was borne out of my deep seated neuroses rather than any need to impress people. Nobody needs to -- or rather, nobody could -- compete with me in the crazy department. ;-)

Oy vey.

~RCH~

by RCH on May 8, 2008 09:32 AM

some randomness from me.
(but what is new, right?)

i love antibiotics. they rock my socks. within 24 hours of first taking them last week i was feeling mucho bettero.

i have already had the hiccups twice today. and its only 8am.

my skin is super dry lately. does anyone else get really dry under their wedding ring? i do. i know some of my seesters do, too. what is weird about mine is that its only dry (and by dry, i mean really dry) on half of my finger. bizarre. i also now have a random dry spot on one of my other fingers on my left hand. maybe i have some weird skin disease ;)

i work with crazy people. more on that later.

my hair is crazy lately. i think dying it blonde kind of fried it a smidge. plus, i probably need a trim soon. lots + lots of splities right now.

people who say, "you know what i mean?" or "you know what i'm saying?" after everything really really bug me lately. reminds me of a funny episode of FRIENDS though. "Joey, we always know what you mean." anyone else remember that episode?

does anyone else think orange juice feels so good going down their throat? i sure do.

we got our stimulus check in the mail today. wee! although, i wish i could have gone shopping with it, we put it towards our credit card which is getting so close to being paid off -- double wee!

i think i might need some professional help: i have a problem. i always have to be touching my hair. like, constantly. its an ocd thing, i'm sure of it. but, the problem with it is that it makes me shed so much. and maybe that is one reason my hair is so thin.

my blog is turning 3 this month. i am brewing up some fun ideas to celebrate. there just might have to be another giveaway....stay tuned for may 22nd, the big day el blogo turns tres.

oh, and i'm running in the susan g. komen race for the cure 5k on saturday. ashley & i are running it. it should be neat. yay for running. when i was sick i didn't run or exercise for 2 weeks. monday i ran with kris & kinzy 6 miles (well, run/walk) and then tuesday i did a power mile because i was short on time. yesterday i was all over the place and it was too late to run. but today i'm going to have to run a lot.

and, i think that is all for now.

by mary elizabeth on May 8, 2008 08:45 AM

We came home from work; & Jerry got laid off again. We bathed Jackie & ate. Lynda & Debbie came & wanted to go to town but we aren't going until tomorrow. Jerry talked about going to Utah with Lee & Syble & when I woke up at 2: he had gone.

Ivard watered today.

I cooked supper & we ate when the kids came home from school. Ray didn't come home until dark, he'd been over to church farm thinning beets after school.

Ray did dishes & Gene & little kids went to bed.

I went to bed until time to go to work.

by Deano on May 8, 2008 06:14 AM

My mind says that there is no chance that the Jazz can beat the Lakers, but my heart says they can.  I think that is the only way the Jazz will be able to win, if they play with heart.   

by Paul on May 7, 2008 12:29 PM

I haven't been posting much. I've been trying to figure out what my focus is. Originally I had thought this blog would be about personal finance and taking charge of your own money.

It still is. But lately all my posts seem very heavy on the frugal side of the conversation and not much about other aspects of personal finance. Not that thats a bad thing, but you can probably tell where my own personal focus is lately.

At the same time, some of the things I've been posting such as Freebie Fridays and the shopping/coupon posts are taking up a lot of my time and having to stick to a rigid schedule of posting them on time is wearing on me (already) and I haven't even been doing them for that long. Plus some of it is reinventing the wheel so to speak.

And furthermore, I'm also struggling with knowing what to post on this blog vs. my own personal blog because some of them would work equally well on either. Posting the same on both doesn't work for me as I don't necessarily want to give myself away--though I know some of you know who I am (and I hope you'll keep that info private and not give me away on this particular blog because you never know who is reading this on the wacky wide web and if I blog about my "meeelions" of dollars I don't want them to know its me, kapish?)

So I'm a little quiet while I try to figure out my focus.

by The CFO Now on May 7, 2008 07:56 AM

I came home from work & Ivard was gone to hospital in Nampa for ex-rays. He had to be there at 8:30. We passed him up by work.

I ate & dressed Jackie and went to bed & Jerry did up work and washed some clothes.

Ivard got home about 2:

Kay went to Huntington to play ball & got beat.

Jerry took Dale over to go to Primary & I went & got them at 6: & went to Adrian & got butter & Jerry had supper ready & we ate. Jerry took Gene & Ray over to meet Bullen & go to Mutual then Kay got home at 7:30 so him & Jerry went to Mutual & brought Kids home. Ivard put Kids to bed & him & I went too.

I was just leaving for work when Jerry got called so he went with us.

by Deano on May 7, 2008 06:25 AM

A history of Henry William Cleverly (1870–1955), written in 1951 by a daughter, Stella Camille Cleverly Mann (1907–1991)

Henry William Cleverly was born the son of James and Mary Alexander Cleverly August 6, 1870, with a twin sister Sarah Cleverly, at Calne, Wiltshire, England. At the age of one year, he with his parents, brothers, and sisters, left their home and traveled to Liverpool, England. Here, with 300 Saints, they sailed to America on the steamship Nevada on September 18, 1871. George H. Peterson was in charge of the group. The company arrived at New York on November 1, 1871. The Cleverly family arrived in Salt Lake City on November 11, 1871. They had used the Perpetual Emigrating Fund to come from England.

Henry William’s sister, Ellen Cleverly Salter, met them at their arrival in the Salt Lake Valley and took them in a wagon with oxen to her place, which consisted of one log room and an attic. The name of the place was Bountiful, but it was later renamed Woods Cross. The family stayed with Ellen until they got a place fixed near the river, where they lived until Grandfather [James Cleverly] bought a place from Jasper Perkins near their daughter Ellen. The place had one log room and many acres of land. There were some locust trees growing near the hut, and today two of those trees planted by Jasper Perkins are still growing. The family built on another log room, and this was their home for several years. Later two rooms were built of brick.

As Henry William grew, he had things to do, as well as his brothers and sisters. When he was eight years old, he herded cows for people at ten cents a day, and then sometimes he wasn’t paid. His father died in June of 1878. Henry William was away herding cows at the time. From then on his mother was father as well as mother to her children.

In 1879 a contagious disease called diphtheria was among the people. Father’s twin sister, Sarah, died of this disease, but the other children got over it. The children were very sick, and Grandmother thought her children would die, but she prayed and had faith that they would get well. While they were getting well again, the children couldn’t eat. Henry William and his brother Abel went out and ate gooseberries. These were the first thing they could eat and retain since their sickness.

When Henry was twelve years old, he used to help his Uncle Able Alexander bind the wheat. He rode the lead horse day after day while his uncle did the binding. Abel Alexander did the binding for all the people in the neighborhood. The Lucerne grew so high and thick that it would have to be moved with a fork before it could be moved. His uncle gave him good counsel and advice and always liked to work with him.

Henry William and Tom Burtenshaw, a neighbor boy, played together and had fun as well as getting into mischief. They got the cream jar once and ate cream until they couldn’t eat anymore then they poured the rest down the well. They paid for this stunt because they never liked cream after this.

His schooling was limited because of the cost, but he would go when he had the money. Henry went as far as the fourth reader. The school was held in homes, and these were the homes he went to: Belle Noble, Sarah A. Howard, Mary Mills, and Rebecca Brown.

Henry was a good religious boy and would go to Sunday School and all other meetings regardless of what kind of weather. The roads used to be so muddy that when they took horse and wagon they would have to get out and walk because the horses couldn’t pull the wagon through the mud. The first ward he belonged to was Bountiful. It was then divided into the East Bountiful, West Bountiful, and South Bountiful Wards. He then belonged to the South Bountiful Ward with Bishop William Brown as their leader. He tried to do whatever the bishop asked him to do.

His brother Abel was digging a pit, and he got too close and was hit in the head with the pick.

When he was about fourteen years old, he went to the sheep camps to help his brothers. He did most of the cooking, and then later he herded sheep with his brothers. Later he herded for the Hatch brothers and then when the Deseret Livestock Company was organized he herded for them. He farmed in the summer, herded sheep in the winter.

When he was eighteen, Henry decided to smoke but never out in public or in the house. He smoked for twenty years and then quit. He tells the other men and boys they can quit if the want to because he did.

Henry took care of his mother and farmed her place. When the school house, the second one, was built he helped build it. We called it the red schoolhouse. It was across the street from Tom Burtenshaw’s place.

Henry was twenty-eight years old when he got married. He married Olive Ellen Ritchie on December 21, 1898, at the old McDuff place. He began working at the brick yard, which wasn’t too far from where they lived. He helped make the brick for the West Bountiful church and the South Bountiful church house. He made all the brick that went into his home, which was built in 1904. His wife carried the bricks while he laid them with the mortar. They lived with his mother before they built their own home.

Henry liked to sing and was very good at it. He was a member of the choir until the South Bountiful Ward was divided in 1938. Then he belonged to the Orchard Ward. He belonged to a male quartet called Diamond Quartet and to the Bonneville Dramatic Club. He played the violin, guitar, banjo, and harmonica. He had several quartet groups that he taught, and they would sing at various wards and special programs. He often sang in contests the Mutual had. He took vocal lessons from Professor David Mann and some from Horace Ensign.

Henry was a good sportsman, liking fishing, hunting, wrestling, boxing, baseball, and basketball. He was a great duck hunter and for years sold ducks and rabbits to the eating places in Salt Lake.

Henry kept the commandments of God and taught his children by principle as well as example. He was a ward teacher for over fifty years. He and his companion, Joseph Moss, were ward teachers together for twenty years and didn’t miss a month.

He played ball with the fellows of the community, and he played many games at the Bountiful ball diamond. This was just a block south of the Bamberger station and east of the Hales Hall Dance Building. A welding outfit has the building today. He taught his children to play ball and played with them. Almost any day of the week while resting from the farm labors you could see a ball game going on at William Cleverly’s place with the neighbor boys and girls, as well as his own children.

He has had several narrow escapes from what seemed sure death. He liked to wrestle and would show his boys how to get the holds. After one of these wrestling sprees one day he passed one of the boys in the dining room, made a pass at him, and slipped and fell, hitting the china closet. A piece of glass pierced his lung, going in through the back. The doctor took the glass out, and Father has the glass yet. He has been in automobile accidents, but has been blessed by not being seriously hurt.

Henry William was a hard working man and had his children work along with him. He was a farmer and also a truck gardener. He worked at Cudahy Packing Company as a bricklayer and plasterer. When it became hard for the farmer to sell his produce, he bought cows and cared for them, selling the milk to Moss Brothers Dairy. Then he became ill and was getting at the age where he had to take it easy, so he let his son Elwood take over the place.

When Henry’s second son, a twin Eldred, was kicked by a horse, and he had to be operated on, he watched the operation. It was a real sorrow for Father. Eldred lived ten days after the accident.

by Deano on May 6, 2008 08:18 PM

A history of Henry William Cleverly (1870–1955), written in 1950 by a daughter, Mary Louisa Cleverly Day (1901–1980)

Henry William Cleverly was born August 6, 1870, at Calne, Wiltshire, England. He was a twin with his sister, Sarah Cleverly. They were son and daughter of James and Mary Alexander Cleverly.

At the age of one year, with his parents and brothers and sisters, he sailed to the United States of America. They came to Utah to make their home. Henry William had two brothers, Francis and Jesse, and a sister, Ellen Salter, already living in Utah.

Henry William has lived at the same place for nearly all of his eighty years. Upon arrival in the new country, the family stayed with the daughter, Mrs. William Salter, until they got a place near the river, where they lived until they bought the place where the home now stands, located on Highway 91 [now numbered as Highway 89], the Salt Lake and Ogden highway, just about six or seven miles from Salt Lake City and three miles from Bountiful City. It was a two-room log house, and later two rooms were added of brick. Jasper Perkins did the finishing inside.

Henry William when a small boy herded cows on the foothills and river lands for ten to fifteen cents a day. He was used to going barefooted because it was hard to keep a large family in shoes. He was the eleventh child of twelve.

When he was eight years old, his father died, and his mother had to be father as well as mother to him. His twin sister died of diphtheria. His youngest sister Mary died with it also just before his father died.

Henry William had blonde hair, blue eyes, and sandy complexion. He is about five feet nine inches in height. In his teen years he went sheep herding for Hatch Brothers and then later herded for the Deseret Livestock Company.

He belonged to the Bountiful Ward and then when it was divided into other wards he was in South Bountiful Ward. He attended the meetings, dances, and every recreation he could. His schooling was limited because of the cost, but he went as much as he could and passed the fifth reader. The old rock school house where he went to school was south of where he lived about a mile or more, near the Davis County–Salt Lake County line, next to the home of Samuel Mills. Wiesers have the property now and have houses on it.

Henry William loved music and played a violin as well as sing.

He married Olive Ellen Ritchie on December 21, 1898. Then on June 14, 1899, they were married in the Salt Lake Temple for time and all eternity.

Henry William worked at the brickyard not far from his home, where he made bricks for the people around the community. After children came to bless them, the house wasn’t big enough, because Father and Mother lived with Father’s mother. Father made all the brick and laid them with the help of Mother to make a really nice home. Then the two log rooms were used for washing rooms and storing things. I was big enough to remember those rooms and the way we used to play house there. Father dug the wells on the place with help from the neighbor. He did all the plastering of the house.

When Dad was a boy he and Tom Burtenshaw, a neighbor boy, got in the cellar one day and ate all the cream off the milk, said they were hungry for it, instead of having it all made into butter. Well, both lads found out that cream wasn’t so good after all so much at a time. Neither of them liked cream after the steal.

Father and Mother had a large family, thirteen children, twelve living and one stillbirth. Two pairs of twin boys. Seven boys and six girls. He taught us to sing, play ball, and be good sports. He was a farmer and did brick laying and plastering.

Dad kept the commandments of God and taught his children by principle as well as example. He was a ward teacher for over fifty years. Joseph Moss and Dad were ward teacher companions for nearly thirty years. He belonged to the choir and sang tenor and was a member of the South Bountiful choir until the ward was divided in 1938. Dad then belonged to the new Orchard Ward. He had several quartet groups that he taught, and they would sing at the various wards and on special programs. Some of the men involved in these quartets included Bill Yeiter, Bill Hatch, George Salter, Joe Hart, Dick Gwynn, and Elmer Day.

He loved sports of all kinds and played ball with the fellows of the community. He taught his children to play ball and played with them. Almost any day of the week, while resting from the farm labors, you could see a ball game going on at the William Cleverly place. Neighbor boys and girls played, as well as his own.

He was a duck hunter and a good one. When ducks were plentiful, and the hunter could sell his kill, and there wasn’t a limit on them, Dad used to sell ducks to the restaurants and cafes in Salt Lake City.

He has had several narrow escapes from what seemed sure death. He was wrestling with the boys one day, and then when they were finished as he passed one of the boys in the dining room he made a pass at him and slipped and fell into the china closet, and a piece of glass pierced his lung, went in the back. Then he has been in car wrecks and hit by rocks, which have laid him up for a few days or so.

When his second son, Eldred, one of the twins, was kicked by a horse and had to be operated on, that was a real sorrow for him. The son lived ten days after the accident.

He was very good to his mother and cared for her until her death.

Every Thanksgiving was quite an event at the Cleverly place. With Grandma and Grandpa and all the aunts and uncles and everyone making such a do about things, it really was something for us kids to remember. Then when Dad’s kids began getting married and had their children, they joined in the singing, stories, etc. from nearly everyone.

One year, after the crops had turned out good and there was a rest before the fall work started, Dad and Mother loaded up the Ford and with some of the younger children started to Idaho to visit with Dad’s brothers. When they got to McCammon they put the Ford in a garage because they were going to stay all night there. During the night a fire broke out at the garage, and Dad’s Ford was burned with several other cars. This didn’t stop Dad’s trip. They took the train and went on to Uncle Frank and Uncle Jesse’s place.

The daughters and sons were getting older now and would soon be getting married. Daddy advised each one about the responsibilities of getting married. He had many joys and sorrows, and the biggest sorrow was when his wife died in 1945. Dad and Mother had gone to a basketball game to watch their three sons, Wayne, Ivard, and Irvin, play at the Deseret Gym. It was at this game that Mother had a stroke, resulting in her death three days later.

Dad and brother Elwood lived alone then until Dad’s health wasn’t so good, and then he had Sarah and her family move in with them.

In 1948 his brother’s wife died, and he went to Idaho Falls to the services, then over to see his brother Frank (Francis) at Rigby. While there he broke his ankle. It was fixed, and they wanted him to stay in the hospital there at Idaho Falls, but he wouldn’t. He said he wanted to come home, so brother Elwood, who had taken him up there, brought him home, and he wore a cast for months, but he felt better being home. He gets around well and doesn’t show any effects of having broken his ankle.

At the time of this being written, Dad is eighty years young and still enjoys the baseball and basketball games. He has a grandson who plays on the University of Utah basketball team.

He has eleven living children, ten of them married, and forty living grandchildren and fifteen great-grandchildren.

Each year on his wedding anniversary, which is December 21, we have a family Christmas party. Even after Mother passed away, we continue having the party. Each year there are more at the party.

When the Orchard Ward was under construction, Dad worked there day after day cleaning the bricks for the facing job, and many more jobs he did also.

by Deano on May 6, 2008 08:09 PM

by Becca on May 6, 2008 04:59 PM

I suspect some people think I'm a bit of a carseat nazi. I don't allow my children to ride without one, or to ride in the wrong sort (no, my 5yo is not big enough for a booster yet) -- and the few times they have (without my knowledge or consent, grrrrr DH) I've freaked out. I don't turn my babies' carseats forward facing the instant they hit 12 months and 20 lbs, as is the minimum (MINIMUM!) legal requirement. My 9yo nephew on DH's side insists he rides up front all the time at home, but I make him sit in the back. I know I'm no expert on carseat safety, but I try.

I think I'm the only one in this county who does.

I cannot tell you the number of times I've dropped off one of the girls at preschool, taking time to hop out of the driver's seat to unbuckle my child, and seen her diminutive classmates pour unassisted out of the front seat of some sedan or SUV. No carseat, no seatbelt, no nothin'. Not to mention the airbag danger.... Yikes!

This morning as I was buckling my girls in their seats to leave the grocery store, a woman got in the van next to us with her two children. The 3yo (I know his age because he's in Dos's class) sat up front, no seatbelt. The baby -- seriously, an INFANT -- sat in her mother's lap as she drove away.

HOLY COW!!!

Granted, we live in a rural area where traffic is low and fender benders are rare. Still, it only takes once. And for the kids riding up front, it doesn't even take a serious accident! I remember an incident from my hometown in the early '90s wherein a child was killed by the abrupt inflation of the passenger side airbag when his grandmother accidentally drove over a curb at 5mph. Killed. Dead. Permanently and irrevocably gone. We may not have much traffic here, but we do have curbs.

Everybody thinks it won't happen to them. I don't expect to get in a wreck, either, but I'm not willing to risk my children's lives for my hubris. How hard is it, really? Stick an arm there, another arm there, click, click.

It's none of my business (I guess) so I've never said anything to these parents who treat their children's safety so cavalierly, but it continually astounds me. Yeah, we didn't have carseats when we were kids (if you're old like me, anyway, lol) but we know better now; the information is better; the equipment is better. If you know better, why not do better? Why would you not want to keep your kids safe?

~RCH~

by RCH on May 6, 2008 01:48 PM

My best friend's adorable mom (hi there!) once announced that she would like Will Smith to play her in the movie version of her life. That hilarious bit of casting serves as the inspiration for today's tag. So here we go:

1. Who would you like to play you in the movie version of your life?
   Parker Posey, because I'm totally tall and sassy like that. And plus I've always got a home at the Dairy Queen. I've actually been told that Anne Hathaway would make a good RCH -- maybe she's more appropriately mousey? -- but eh. Parker Posey is quirky and cool, the way I picture myself (whether it's true of me or not, lol), while Anne Hathaway is bland and has oddly exaggerated features that creep me out.
   
   
   
   Ooh, and while we're casting, Ed Norton can play my DH! :-)
   
2. 
   
   
3. Let's say you're in alternative therapy for past life regression. Just who do you think you are?
   Can I be a nun? Ever since watching Agnes of God and reruns of The Flying Nun on tv as a young girl (yeah, I know they couldn't be more different depictions of the vocation), I've wanted to run off and join a convent. That life of complete withdrawal into devotion -- whatever weird spin you put on it (secret dead babies; miraculously aerodynamic habits) -- appeals to me. If only I could be so single-mindedly holy.... Of course, you don't have to be Roman Catholic to devote yourself to your faith, and I could certainly do a much better job attending to my own religious practices than I do, but somehow my faith doesn't seem as romantic. Oh well.
   
   Anyway, that's my answer: In a past life, I bet I was some obscure nun hidden away in a convent reciting the rosary. It might explain some things.
   
   (Modified to add: This question inspired by this bloggernacle post, which I only just found again.)
   
   
4. If you could switch genders for a week (or even a day), would you?
   For a day, maybe, just to say I did it -- but honestly I like being a girl. I think a week with boy parts would be too much, lol.
   
   
5. What is your ideal age, the one you think of yourself as regardless of how much time has passed since then?
   I still think of myself the way I was at 23 or 24, as a freshly minted grownup with a real job, real bills and responsibilities and high on the adrenaline of my independence. I had energy then, lol. Nearly ten years have passed and I'm in a much different stage of life -- decidedly more grown up, blah -- but in my head I'm still that young Mary Tyler Moore throwing her hat in the air and freezing in mid spin.
   
   
   
   (A note for ANTM watchers: That's one of the few pictures I like of myself because I think it captures my newfound confidence -- thanks for the photo shoot, seester! -- but I can see now that it would have been much more fierce if I'd left my eyes open, regardless of how bright the sun. LOL.)
   
6. Finally, a question inspired by my crazy kids: If you could pick one super power, what would it be?
   Invisibility, hands down. I love being the proverbial fly on the wall, stealthily spying on everyone. (Woo-ooh-ooh-wah-ah-ah!) But I promise I'd use my powers for good and not for e-vil. ;-)

Okay, that concludes the You, Only Better tag. Now it's your turn, whoever wants to! Go.

~RCH~

by RCH on May 6, 2008 11:18 AM

40 minutes in the pool with my cute husband. after about ten minutes he was like, is it time to go yet? apparently getting a good workout in is hard when it's actually time to be eating dinner. he's a trooper and stuck it out for the full 40 minutes. well, almost 40 minutes. whatev.

by anna jo on May 6, 2008 10:57 AM

by mary elizabeth on May 6, 2008 08:04 AM

I came home from work & ate and went to bed. Jerry tended kids & washed some clothes.

I woke up this afternoon & worked on the lesson I have to give tonight. We ate when Kids got home & Ivard & I, Ray, Dean, Dale & Jackie went up to Metcalfs to Terrys 2nd birthday party at 7 Ivard & I came home & got Kay & Gene & went to Adrian to ball game & left them & I went on over to relief society. I had to give Mrs. Shys social science lesson bore my testimony & bawled. Gail & Lynda brought Kids over to ball game from Metcalfs about 9: & it got rained out so be brought them all over to church, Ivard too. They got there just as I was comeing out. came home & laid down until time to go to work.

by Deano on May 6, 2008 06:27 AM

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by mary elizabeth on May 5, 2008 11:16 AM

One of our favorite places to visit is Nauvoo, Illinois, an incredible place of beauty and history and spiritual refreshment. The city served as headquarters of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints for a brief period in the early 1840s and over the past half century has been restored to allow modern visitors to imagine and experience and feel what it must have been like to be there when Joseph and Emma and thousands of others of our spiritual forebears walked its well-planned streets. Today a magnificent temple of