know when to fold 'em

Whew. It’s over.

And, thanks to the Moose, I remembered to take pictures of my hardwork the arrangements.


Each center piece cost about $1.02 to make and I made 12.
1 packet, 50 pages multi-colored cardstock: $4.99
About 8 packets of 18 gauge floral wire (.69 cent each): 5.52
And we already had the vases from a wedding, but you can pick them up at the Dollar Tree for, what else, a buck.
I decided on the centerpiece two months ago (luckily), so I took my sweet time folding these bad boys. Hence, the month-worth of origami-pastime facebook status updates. (Andjustsoyouknow, ahem, I got the idea from Rachel Ray, so I should have known it was going to be a pain in the hind end.)


Overall, it was a simple activity. I LOVE potlucks. I make things look pretty and then people bring me yummy food to eat.
We asked for branch members to fill-out a survey that asked about their surname’s origin and meaning and also inquired about any famous or interesting ancestors they may be aware of. Oh, and I also asked for baby pictures. I got two baby pictures in return, three if you count Marné’s preschool picture I could have just swiped from her blog. Thanks though. :)

So, that was a FAIL.

No matter. We put up a map instead and had members place stickers on where they were born, lived, married or served a mission. Here’s our family’s contribution:

{yawn}

I really didn’t expect the kids [and the fathers (and the missionaries)] to have so much fun making paper airplanes,

but they did!

And, what's one of my blog posts without a misspelling? *face palm*

The whole other half of the gym was a fly zone.
It was like an aerial pinewood derby… with… paper.

Anyways...
We went with a travel/heritage theme for our international potluck.
In October our stake is celebrating the tenth anniversary of our temple’s dedication by having a stake-wide temple conference. We have been encouraged to prepare for that by preparing names and attending the temple frequently.
At the beginning of the activity, the branch presidency handed out membership information, so members could sign-up and login to New Family Search. We also had the Family History Center open.

Thanks

to everyone for making it a fun and easy-going evening.

Now I have Adobo and Baklava in my life; it is complete.

{Num, num, nummy}

Personal identity is much more
than a passport photograph.
We also have roots and branches.

Divinity is rooted in each of us.
-Elder Russell M. Nelson

Stick-It to the “man”

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Shame on me.

Shame on us. :)

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Enough.

Listen here, I’ve had it!
I’m, once and for all, proving that Caleb Elias Thomson

looks more like his mom aka ME.

No more of this “He looks like his dad/daddy/father” business,

understand?

Especially you nurse at my doctor’s office,
the grocer at Market Basket
and you too, friendly local librarian!
ENOUGH of the madness!
I may as well make up a business card for this blog entry to hand to people!

My eldest nephew is named Timothy, he is my sister’s son. Ever since the nurse plopped Caleb into my arms, I thought he looked like Tim. Now, I know there is a debate going on whether Caleb looks more like Tim or Colton (Tim’s younger brother), but seeing I don’t have any pictures of toddler Colton, we’ll settle that another day.

Granted, Caleb does have some moose qualities: his coloring, his ears, his stature, personality. But to say he looks just like Mike is an error.

Moral of the blog post: Don’t judge a child’s appearance by his hair or eye color.
...and leave the overheated, crazy pregnant lady on her errands alone!
No more chit-chat for another six months or until it gets cooler.
Either or.