Thursday, September 24, 2009

Josh's prayers

Josh is saying the most interesting prayers lately. The other night at dinner he said, "Help us all to never, ever die, expect when we get really old -- just too old to live."

He had a lesson on prayers in Primary and came home with a list of things he can be thankful for and list of things he can ask for. Here it is in its entirety:

I thank thee:
friends, family, church, animals, food, clothes, water, body, eyes, mouth, nose

I ask thee:
knowing the ways, a bigger brain, a better president, more clothes

quite insightful if you ask me. He must be listening to talk radio along with his dad! :)

He also asked me if I earned any money. When I explained that I didn't get paid for what I did exactly he said, "So, do you feel okay about stealing money from dad?"

I think Dave needs to sit down and have a talk with him.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Letter to Stanford

Recently I've been transferring over old files from my dilapidated PC to my fancy new Mac. I've been going through them to clean them out, delete ones I don't need, etc. I stumbled across this letter that I actually sent to Stanford back in 1998.

Gall anyone?

Stanford Graduate School of Business

518 Memorial Way

Stanford University

Stanford, CA 94305-5015

Dear Admissions Committee,

I recently received my notification that I will not be able to attend the Masters of Business Administration Program at Stanford University. I want to thank you for taking the time to review my application. It was a learning and growing experience to apply to such a reputable school. You most likely receive many letters from rejected applicants inquiring further explanations as to why they were not accepted into the program. This is not one of those letters.

In fact, the reason I am writing will hopefully bring a smile to your face that will provoke some follow-up action. I spent several months and about $200 dollars studying for the GMAT. I also spent two months writing, re-writing, editing, and re-writing my Stanford application essays. I mailed off a large-size application envelope with a check for $140 enclosed. In return, I received a thin envelope costing all of $.32 to mail. I am asking for a little bit more in return for the effort I expended in applying. I am asking for a T-shirt from Stanford University, please. Any kind will do. I just want to be able to have something other than a single sheet of paper to show for the time and effort allotted to the Ivy League King of the West. I wear a size medium.

Thank you so very much.


Jennie M. Groberg

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Teya's first day of pre-school

Isn't she adorable? She just started pre-school this week and she loves it. It is only twice a week for 2 1/2 hours, but it is perfect for now. She woke me up on Thursday and asked if it was time to go to pre-school yet. It was 6 a.m., so I told her "No, not until after lunch" (She goes in the afternoons). She quickly replied with, "Can we eat lunch now?" Me thinks she likes it! The first day she was gone I took a nap since I hadn't slept well the night before (That darn no-sleeping thing is returning.... aaaargh! I was on such a good run!). The second time she went to preschool I went to the gym and swam a mile and ran errands. I am amazed at how many errands I can run when I'm not buckling kids in and out of car seats and walking at their pace, etc. WOW!

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Shots Fired!

Did the title catch your interest? Well, it really happened. About 1:33 a.m. this morning I heard 5 LOUD gun shots. It sounded like they were in our back yard. They were SO loud I immediately woke up and so did Dave. I can still hear them in my head -- BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM.

I attempted to fall back asleep after Dave and I discussed what it could be. (I was convinced they were gun shots, he wasn't as sure). That day (Labor Day) I had worked for hours cleaning our downstairs windows -- in and out, screens and all -- so they were very clean. I remember at one point thinking, "Maybe a bird flew into my clean windows" ! (you are supposed to laugh). But, then I dismissed it, because 1) It was 1:30 a.m. and dark and 2) Like 5 birds would do that one after another.

Then, JUST as I was about to fall asleep again, our doorbell rang. I woke back up and said to Dave, "Was that the doorbell?" It was 2:00 a.m. Dave told me to get up and come down with him. We went down and sure enough, there was a police officer at our door. He apologized for disturbing us in the middle of the night. He said, "There was a gentleman who discharged a weapon repeatedly a little while ago. I'm checking to make sure that everyone in your house is okay. Is anyone shot or wounded? Was your house hit?"

We told him we'd heard the shots, but we were all okay. We went out back to check out if the house had been hit, but couldn't see any bullet holes. I checked on the kids -- they were sleeping soundly except for our light sleeper Eden who was wondering what was going on. The officer told him to contact the police if we found any bullet holes or damage to our house.

I went out again today to look, but can't find any. I'm not even sure what I'm looking for! It took me at least two hours to fall back asleep after this encounter. We really live in a very safe neighborhood. Our house does back up to a 'brownbelt' (utility area) so they figured that someone was back there firing a weapon. We don't have any other information for now. Crazy night!

To end on a lighter note, this is what Josh said the other day out of the blue:

"Dad, if you are still alive when I go on my mission, can I drive to the airport so you can see how good of a driver I am?"

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