Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Happy Birthday, Dionne!

Here we are… ready for a hot date on the town!

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Football games are done for the weekend, we thought we’d hit a discotheque.IMG_1125

What? You didn’t know Santa Clarita had any dicos?

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They do when Dionne turns 40!

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Biehahns in vintage 70’s attire (and hair)

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Tricia also wore vintage…this little orange number was her mother’s.

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Brandon (center) also wore his dad’s clothes.  Here he is escorting his lovely wife, Jill Monroe.  Just in case you don’t remember her, here’s what Jill looked like in the 70’s:

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I love this girl!  Only for her would I have gone out of the house looking like this!  Happy Birthday Dionne!

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Saturday, September 11, 2010

Lesson from Childhood Unlearned

Or we could entitle this post:

“I Told You So!”

or

Testosterone and Packages

I’m sure all parents can relate to this little scene…

Mom:  “[insert kid’s name here]! Stop hitting him!  Ok that’s it!  You’re in time out!”

Kid 1:  “But Mom! He hit me first!”

Kid 2":  “Did not!”

Repeat and add layers of detail, finger pointing and accusation.  The weary mother has no idea who did what but she only saw the final meltdown in Kid 1. Kid 1 gets punished while Kid 2 hides a knowing smile. 

Dad:  “You can only call what you see.  It’s always the retaliator that gets it the worst.  Know it. Learn it.”

I know you know what I’m talking about.

Now.  Go with me to a lighted football stadium full of several thousand spectators.  There are 22 of these “kids” on the field with only a few “moms” wearing zebra costumes.  Course, the “kids” are all now young men weighing between 150 and 300+ lbs. and have come padded up for a little rumble.

You’re getting the picture.   Kid 2 is smart.  He gets his licks in surreptitiously.  He pins Kid 1.  He squeezes the package.  Kid 2 lashes out to free himself.  Kicks indiscriminately.  Hits paydirt.  Gets up and walks away.  Kid 2 is alone on the field writhing in pain.

And that’s what got Tyler (Kid 1) kicked out of the game in the 3rd quarter of the game last week.  Per CIF rules he could not play last night either.  He’ll be back next week.  Fortunately, Saugus won both games as he paced and cheered on his team and lamented the unfairness of it all.

Friday, September 3, 2010

In Honor of the First Football Game of the Season


(thanks Cindy Kramer...)

Football. Such an insular world.  Lots of good, some bad too.

I have more thoughts on football/competition...coming soon.  (I know you're on the edge of your seat now!)

But today, today...today we focus on the good--watching our son start his senior season of football after six long years.  You always begin the season with a perfect record.  And whatever happens over the course of the next few months, you're a winner every time you step on the field.  Go Cents!

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Mission Accomplished

Bryce: Oh darn, I spilled milk on my shirt.

Mom:  Go dab it with water.

Bryce: No! That will make it worse!

Mom: It’s so hot it’ll dry in like 2 seconds.

Bryce: No it won’t.

Mom: Ok, whatever. You’re right and I’m wrong.

Bryce: [PAUSE] You make victory so unsatisfying.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Outdone…Again!

So I thought I’d surf a few of my favorite blogs and found that my friend Daleen had just posted her pictures from Rancho Mirage.  Check her out:

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for a much better representation of our fun long weekend, especially the picture of Tyler in Aliza’s bonnet.  That alone makes the trip worthwhile.  Thanks D!

Essay: What We Did Over Summer Vacation

You asked for it, you got it (ok, maybe just one person asked…) Here’s what we did over our summer vacation in 60 seconds or less…

Summer began on June 4th after school dismissed.  Bryce went backpacking with his scout troop, Jeff went to Europe on business, and Tyler started football practice. Meanwhile I filled my schedule with contractors while we redid all the windows and painted the outside of the house (why is it so hard to pick out the right color?).  Justin went to the gym:)

Tyler and I went to Big Bear for youth conference…

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I went to Girls’ Camp at the beach…

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I left Girls Camp to go to the temple with Miss Cassie…

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Left Girls Camp again to attend Cassie’s wedding (who, incidentally, has got to be the most photographed bride in history)…

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I don’t really love this last picture because I look giant next to her.  She is tiny, but obviously she’d taken her 4” heels off by this time.  That girl likes her heels.  I love that girl!

I got released as YW President and called as Stake YW President. (Just to keep things interesting)

And that concludes June.

In July, we started out by sneaking out to Rancho Mirage for some R&R with our friends the Hoskins.  We had to celebrate the first 4-day weekend of summer football in 6 years!

IMG_0937It was hot and crowded (4th of July weekend).  In fact the pool was so crowded at one point that you could have walked on bodies from one side to the other and never gotten wet.  Made me wonder why I wasn’t spending more staycation time at my own pool.  But then I remembered.  At my house there’s the phone and tv and computer and all of “those people” who need something.  When you’re away you give yourself more license to eat out, watch a movie, play a game, and just hang out.  (And, we don’t have fluffy white robes at home.)  It was well worth it!

The rest of July was Justin, Justin, Justin…

Open House/Fiesta:

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Talk in Church:

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(sneaked in a trip to Magic Mt. with the McGills-sh!)

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Setting apart:

Off to Utah for more learning (Tyler was at EFY in Provo) gathering (“This is the Place”) and farewells:

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Dropping at the MTC:

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And crashing.

August has been a month of putting it all back together…

  • Starting Justin’s blog—www.elderjpeacock.blogspot.com
  • Fixing all the broken stuff (pool system, tires for 2 cars, water regulator, sprinkler system brain, whole house fan, more car stuff, our checkbook…yeesh!)
  • Returning to school, returning to football (Bryce too), returning to Weight Watchers! (and all that those things imply)
  • Starting a new project for work
  • Doctor and dentist appointments

Oh and in the midst of it all, I had decided that I thought it worthwhile for Tyler to attend as much of his YM’s river rafting activity as possible, since he’d have to be back for football prior to their scheduled return.  So we arranged for me to go pick him up about 30 hours after he left.  It was only after he had already gone that I looked up HOW REALLY REALLY FAR AWAY this place is.  6.5 hours EACH WAY not including stops.  Would have been a good thing to look up before.  Thank goodness for cute Cassandra who consented to keep me company on the way.  And, plus, she was much better at getting information/talking out of Tyler than I am.  Bonus.  OK, maybe it was worth it for just a few glimpses into that little black box we named Tyler.  Wow that was a long long way.

So now you’re all caught up.  I expect lots of comments (you know who you are!  hehe). 

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

My Conversation with God (or something like it)

Me: 

  “So, um, Heavenly Father….I’ve been Young Women’s President for a few (like 4) years now… I’m a little tired and my son’s about to leave on his mission.  Don’t get me wrong, I have sooooo loved serving You in this way.  I love the Young Women like they are my own daughters.  I cry when they cry, I laugh when they laugh.  I have learned much and served well.  I am not perfect, no, not by a long shot, but maybe it’s time for someone else to have this honor?  My ideas are getting a little stale and they deserve better.  There are some great ladies I could even suggest.   It would be so very nice to have a little break and not be in charge.  Do you want to hear my list of places where I could serve?  I promise I will be a very good follower.”

Heavenly Father: 

“OK.  I call you to be the Stake Young Women’s President.”

Me:

“But…”

Heavenly Father:

“Yes?”

Me:

“But…”

Heavenly Father:

“Dear [Lisa], I have your recent letter. I have only one suggestion: forget yourself and go to work.”

“Whosoever will save his life shall lose it; but whosoever shall lose his life for my sake and the gospel’s, the same shall save it” (Mark 8:35).

ok then.