Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Easter
Good food, great company on Easter at the Johson's. We ate, colored eggs, and did a huge egg hunt. It was awesome seeing the adults get into it. Shad even colored a carrot, ate a part of it, then Shonte used it as a stamp. The tote in the picture above is just some of the supplies Grandma has to decorate the eggs. Thanks so much Grandma and Grandpa Johnson! Spent Monday afternoon at mom's-can't miss her stuffing..
Let's play BALL!
pitcher
Kelton, #8 (cool hu, matt man) giving Dale Murphy a hi five
bumble from the salt lake bees
woohoo
Opening day was Saturday. Pretty cold, even some slow flakes were falling, but that didn't stop Kelton from hi fiving DALE MURPHY, hitting a solid double (turning into a home run with overthrows), and a single. He pitched an inning and was great. Dale Murphy lives in Alpine now, someone knows him obviously since he was there to give a little inspiration to the players. Shad waited in line and got a ball signed for Kelton. Great start to the year. Oh and that- and we killed the Giants (this is a older league so it's not the same team that he was on last year) 10-0.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Amy's Awesomeness
Sometimes I surprise myself at how unlucky I am. I know I have man feet/toes, therefore I should know to watch where they are, how they are covered etc. Who would have thought that getting soap for the dishwasher would turn into this??
oh, and yes, I know I need a pedicure BAD. I have a gift card, just haven't done it.
First, isn't this the most lovely laundry room ever?
It's like a flashback to last year! However, that was my big toe, and this is the mere piggy who had roast beef. The nail piece that is broken is attached to a chunk of skin on top of my toe. This photo is from day 3. Gross, I know. Sometimes I share too much. Sue me.
oh, and yes, I know I need a pedicure BAD. I have a gift card, just haven't done it.
First, isn't this the most lovely laundry room ever?
It's like a flashback to last year! However, that was my big toe, and this is the mere piggy who had roast beef. The nail piece that is broken is attached to a chunk of skin on top of my toe. This photo is from day 3. Gross, I know. Sometimes I share too much. Sue me.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Jackson Emerey
Last Thursday we got to meet Jackson Emery of the BYU cougars. Thanks to Grandpa Wall and his mentoring program. Kelton was in heaven. I remember when I was young and was so excited to meet some of the Huskies. It was like meeting a famous person. That is exactly how Kelton saw it. His eyes were huge, while he was trying to mask his smile. Jackson talked to us about how when he was younger he played AAU and was doing really well. His family moved to from Salt Lake County to Utah county and when he tried out for the teams he was turned down. He was bummed, but still kept practicing because he loved it so much. After the 2nd year trying out, he made the B team. Still not the best, but at least got to play. Come high school he got to be on Varsity, but sat the bench most of his sophomore year. When the season ended he told his coach he was going to play guard the next year and would be his number one. The coach then told him what he needed to work on. He practiced every day for 1 to 3 hours all summer long. That year he ended up playing and being named one of the players on the all state team. The coach then said if you just do this and do this, you can be Mr. Basketball next year. So, again, he went and practiced everyday. At the beginning of the season he had an injury, but that didn't stop him from practicing and working hard at getting better. He was Mr. Basketball for the state of Utah that year. His point was to keep practicing, work hard for your goals, he could have stopped when he was turned down, but he loved it and knew he could do it.
Next, he said he planted an orange tree when he was young. He gave it water, sun, and love. The tree wouldn't grow. He was really upset because he had put everything into that he knew the seed needed, yet the tree just wouldn't sprout. He learned that orange trees just don't grow in Utah. He likened this to everyone. Everyone has a seed in them, you need to find your seed and make it grow. He can't sing, therefore that seed will never grow into something great,he will sing when he needs to, but no matter how much he works at singing, he will never be great at it and that's ok. Find your seed and make it grow.
He was a great speaker. It was awesome seeing him talk to dad asking how long he needed to talk for, then went up and just let the words flow. He likened much to
the mentors and how they can help and support you like his coaches did. I was totally impressed. Plus he is pretty dang good to look at... haha (yeah, he's married, but whatever-so is Keith Urban)
Just when he was getting ready to leave, Dad pulled one of his silly jokes.
"everyone, before Mr Emery leaves, make sure you have all your things. Mike Adams, make sure you have your laptop. Do you know why?"
"why, because he is the king of steals! He led the MWC in steals this year, and is the all time BYU leader of steals."
Jackson, "but i only steal on the basketball court. hahaha"
Dad is saying this in the picture where he is standing by him with the t-shirt over Jackson's shoulder.
On the way home Kelton was wondering "what happens when he goes to the store since he is so famous. It probably takes him forever to do anything because of all the crowds of people and stuff". Probably. Probably son.
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Next, he said he planted an orange tree when he was young. He gave it water, sun, and love. The tree wouldn't grow. He was really upset because he had put everything into that he knew the seed needed, yet the tree just wouldn't sprout. He learned that orange trees just don't grow in Utah. He likened this to everyone. Everyone has a seed in them, you need to find your seed and make it grow. He can't sing, therefore that seed will never grow into something great,he will sing when he needs to, but no matter how much he works at singing, he will never be great at it and that's ok. Find your seed and make it grow.
He was a great speaker. It was awesome seeing him talk to dad asking how long he needed to talk for, then went up and just let the words flow. He likened much to
the mentors and how they can help and support you like his coaches did. I was totally impressed. Plus he is pretty dang good to look at... haha (yeah, he's married, but whatever-so is Keith Urban)
Just when he was getting ready to leave, Dad pulled one of his silly jokes.
"everyone, before Mr Emery leaves, make sure you have all your things. Mike Adams, make sure you have your laptop. Do you know why?"
"why, because he is the king of steals! He led the MWC in steals this year, and is the all time BYU leader of steals."
Jackson, "but i only steal on the basketball court. hahaha"
Dad is saying this in the picture where he is standing by him with the t-shirt over Jackson's shoulder.
On the way home Kelton was wondering "what happens when he goes to the store since he is so famous. It probably takes him forever to do anything because of all the crowds of people and stuff". Probably. Probably son.
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Play at the Park
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
What 20 minutes just gave me
I sit working, Shad watching storage wars, Kelton reading, Sam... quiet in my room with the door closed. I decide enough working for the day. I walk into kitchen, find cracker crumbs all over the floor. Sam found the crackers that were opened by Kelton an our or two ago for his chicken noodle (he loooooves the progressive chicken noodle fyi). I walk into my bedroom to find Sam to help me pick up said crackers and find him licking the container seasoning salt. I must tangent here. My father taught me the treat of a little seasonal. I used to love it when we had BBQ just so I can have a little salt on my hand to lick off. I wouldn't get into the cupboard to lick it, but waited until the BBQ was going. Thanks dad, I still love it. Anyhow, I passed this love onto Kelton, who then passed it onto Sam. Tradition maybe? I have locks on the cupboard that hold the salt because Sam loves to climb on the counters and get into the medicine cabinet, get his own cup, get into the seasonal etc. I haven't been so good at locking the cabinet lately. Now back to the bedroom. As I walk in I hear, "sorry mom, sorry" and he jumps up with the salt (still in his mouth) and runs to the kitchen. I grab the dustbuster, Sam picks up the big pieces of crackers while I dustbust. Then onto the bedroom to try to get most of the seasonal off the sheets. I want to just change them, but then salt will get all over the floor. I just purchased new higher count sheets, and shaved my legs this morning, so I really wanted to go to sleep in this heaven. You know new sheets (cleaned this afternoon), soft legs.. AHHHH I can just feel it. Too bad I will have to wait another day.
I return to the laundry room to put away the dust buster, when the light bulb goes out. Ok, I will change the light. No problem. Since I am changing this one, might as well change the one outside that went out last week. Go outside in the wind, bare foot with the chair to change the light bulb. I can't get the darn thing to stay screwed on. After about 5 minutes of attempting, I get off the chair thinking I would go get a stool to put on the chair ( I have done this before, with no problems-thankyouverymuch). As I am getting down-wobble wobble wobble. The light fixture falls, hits the chair, my leg, the the gound. Busted. They are only 5 bucks at the store, but really? It's 10o'clock at night, and all I wanted to do was sit and read my book for book group Thursday night (which I am only on page 167 of 425) after I finished folding a load of clothes. It's now 10:27 and I never even folded the clothes. Now off to get the boys in bed.
I know I have a lot of parenthesis here. Whatever. Right now I don't care.
I return to the laundry room to put away the dust buster, when the light bulb goes out. Ok, I will change the light. No problem. Since I am changing this one, might as well change the one outside that went out last week. Go outside in the wind, bare foot with the chair to change the light bulb. I can't get the darn thing to stay screwed on. After about 5 minutes of attempting, I get off the chair thinking I would go get a stool to put on the chair ( I have done this before, with no problems-thankyouverymuch). As I am getting down-wobble wobble wobble. The light fixture falls, hits the chair, my leg, the the gound. Busted. They are only 5 bucks at the store, but really? It's 10o'clock at night, and all I wanted to do was sit and read my book for book group Thursday night (which I am only on page 167 of 425) after I finished folding a load of clothes. It's now 10:27 and I never even folded the clothes. Now off to get the boys in bed.
I know I have a lot of parenthesis here. Whatever. Right now I don't care.
Monday, April 4, 2011
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