Showing posts with label The Gamer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Gamer. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

OVERHEARD YESTERDAY


"If you have a brain like mine and when you are as old as I am you can think up some amazing things."


Not the exact quote but close--and he is an amazing boy. I adore him.

(Pictures of his sister's birthday party to follow, maybe later today.)

This should be said by ALL of us. We can and should think up some amazing things and then do some amazing things, too.

What amazing things will you think up/do this week?

I'm going to start planning my lesson for Relief Society--I teach in March. Read the scriptures and the
Ensign. Make an amazing dinner--I can't for the life of me find where I saw that recipe yesterday. Figure out who I can assign two new features I want to incorporate in our Relief Society Bulletin. And deliver some late birthday presents and Christmas treats--I know, a month late! sigh These may not be amazing to you but to me, today, IF I GET THEM ALL DONE, it will be amazing.

And call Pet's Mart and sign Kramer up for potty training classes. sigh.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Saturday, September 6, 2008

MOVIE EIGHT BELOW INFLUENCED THE GAMER'S BUILD A BEAR CHOICE

The Gamer wanted to go to Build a Bear for his birthday gift. His family watched "Eight Below" last night and so he stood in front of the "Husky" bin for a long time. His little brother got the Husky dog for his birthday less than a month ago so it was hard for The Gamer to get the same dog, but finally the longing won and he chose the Husky.

Good choice, I think.

Then it was time to stuff......and fluff......and decide whether the dog wanted clothes or a bed, etc. The Soap Queen buys all the do-dads and she gave him the choice. He choose the bed, a bowl and a baby dog which hangs from the Daddy dog's mouth. Good choice. What self respecting dog wants to wear pants?Then it was time to give him a name...which I have forgotten. The baby dog's name is Max.Mom watches as he types in all the information.Smiley thinks it's pretty fun, coming to Build a Bear. He always gets to come."When will it be my turn?" he seems to be saying.On the way out of the mall we walked through Deseret Book and a sales girl said, "You may not take photos in this store."

What a fat head. Oh, excuse me, I mean, what a diligent sales person, making sure I followed the letter of the law. I tried to joke around with her but she was not having any of that. She did not waste any charm on me, either. I should write to Sherri Dew and tell her that she has succeeded in hiring sales people with zero percent charm and ninety-five percent gestapo tendencies. Or maybe the sales girl's boyfriend dumped her and she couldn't stand to be civil. Can't say I blame the boyfriend. Oh, did I say that? Sorry. A little I've-been-told-off-by-a-snippy-sales-girl cattiness. So I smiled at her and put the camera away.Happy Birthday, darling ten-year-old Gamer. You made a good choice. I love your dog and baby Max too. But most of all I love you and so does Grandpa. We love you very much. Happy. happy birthday. And many more.