tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672966026759393692024-03-05T12:34:13.678-08:00Crazy Ladies Blog HereCrazy good!Cindy R. Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04514658355740025380noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867296602675939369.post-11487422361135595062014-06-12T18:24:00.002-07:002014-06-12T18:24:54.840-07:00Kids Say the Funniest Things<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Phone conversation with my 3 year old grandson today:<br /><br />Grandson: "Hi Grandma!"<div>
Me: "Hi Honey."<br />Grandson: "Grandma, Jesus came out of my picture and said it was okay for me to come to your house today."<br />Me: Nothing because I was trying not to giggle into the phone.<br />Grandson: after a pause . . . "Oh, and Momma was naked."<br />Daughter grabs phone: "Mom, I had just stepped out of the shower when he ran in and told me that Jesus said he could come to your house."<br />Me: Now laughing hysterically!<br />Out of the mouth of babes!<div>
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Cindy R. Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04514658355740025380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867296602675939369.post-32210464009535606822013-05-20T22:51:00.002-07:002013-05-20T22:51:46.522-07:00Donnie and Marie<br />
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Donny and Marie. What does that mean to you? A little bit country? A little bit rock and roll? Paper Roses? Puppy Love? Mulon? Depends what year you were born.<br />
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Sure, I grew up with them. I even attended Marie's wedding reception when she married Steve Craig --the first time.<br />
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I will be attending the Donny and Marie Show in Las Vegas with my mom, husband, son and daughter and son-in-law soon. It will be my second time seeing them in the past six months.<br />
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My mother is a huge Donny fan and gave us tickets to see their Christmas show at the Gammage. It was incredible. Donny and Marie are true showmen/women/people! Both have incredibly trained voices and insane stage presence.<br />
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Let me tell you a little story about my mom and Donny Osmond. A couple of years ago, my brother took our mom to Las Vegas to see the Donny and Marie show for her birthday. (He always does one-up my sister and me.) They arrived just in time to unload their luggage in their hotel room and change for the show. Mom was so excited that after she brushed her teeth, she forgot to put her one false tooth back in. It is the second from the top front, so yeah, it shows. She, and said brown nosing brother, hurried to the show.<br />
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Afterword, there was an opportunity to shake Donny's hand and get an autographed picture. They waited in line and when it was their turn, Mom grinned with her mouth closed but wouldn't talk. My brother is a funny guy. He told Donny that Mom was a super fan, but embarrassed because she forgot her tooth. Mom about melted into the ground. Donny flashed his million dollar smile then quickly grabbed an 8 by 10 glossy, signed it and handed it to Mom.<br />
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When they got back to their hotel room, Mom looked at the picture. Donny had written, "To my dear friend. Don't forget your tooth! Love, Donny.<br />
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I am looking forward to the show, not only to see Donny and Marie, but to watch my dear mother act like a kid in a candy shop.<br />
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Donny and Marie forever!Cindy R. Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04514658355740025380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867296602675939369.post-82389724586325165582013-02-09T08:23:00.000-08:002013-05-20T22:55:55.807-07:00The Departure<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">Packed – check. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">Leave for the airport – check. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">Small talk chatter avoid the impending bigness
of two years apart – check.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">Wait at the the gate bouncing up and down, holding
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"> “Time to go” melt down by the Mom – check.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">Walked like<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>man through the gate – check.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">Flying to SLC –
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">Only 729 days to go – smile and groan, both at the same time. What a
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Cindy R. Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04514658355740025380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867296602675939369.post-64865916371816185112012-11-15T13:07:00.003-08:002013-02-09T08:31:18.541-08:00Mother's Great Adviceby Cindy R. Williams<br />
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I'm finally old enough to realize how wise my own mother is. (It only took me thirty-plus years to figure this out.)<br />
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Mom stopped by today for our weekly lunch. She left a paper on my roll top desk without saying a word. You see, she learned long ago, that I listen to her counsel better when she gives it in a more back door, you discover it yourself, fashion.<br />
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Here is what the paper said:<br />
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<span style="background-color: #93c47d;"><em>WARNING TO US ALL!!! DON'T WASH YOUR HAIR IN THE SHOWER!</em></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #93c47d;"><em> IT IS DANGEROUS WHEN THE SHAMPOO RUNS DOWN YOUR BODY </em></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #93c47d;"><em> AS YOU RINSE YOUR HAIR OUT!</em></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #93c47d;"><em>I don't know why I didn't figure this out sooner. I use shampoo in the shower. When I wash my hair, the shampoo runs down my whole body, and printed very clearly on the shampoo label is this warning, "FOR EXTRA BODY AND VOLUME."</em></span><br />
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<em><span style="background-color: #93c47d;">No wonder I have been gaining weight! Well, I have now gotten rid of that shampoo and I'm going to start showering with Dawn dish soap instead. </span><span style="background-color: #93c47d;">It's label reads, "DISSOLVES FAT THAT IS OTHERWISE DIFFICULT TO REMOVE."</span></em><br />
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<span style="background-color: #93c47d;"><em>Problem solved! </em></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #93c47d;"><em>If I don't answer the phone, I'll be in the shower.</em></span><br />
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My mother is full of good advice!Cindy R. Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04514658355740025380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867296602675939369.post-55470621286535411912011-01-25T22:58:00.000-08:002013-05-20T22:52:27.692-07:00Apples and Frogsby Cindy R. Williams<br />
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The other day I was sitting at my kitchen table that was covered with illustrations and the story board for my next children's picture book. My sister/illustrator and I were visiting as we worked. We lost our father to Alzheimer's a few years ago. I asked her how long she thought our mother had to compensate and cover for our dad. She said for many, many years. I then asked her in hind sight, how old was she when she noticed the effects of the disease on our father. She answered that she remembers Dad acting a little eccentric clear back when she was three years old. Then she added that his father, our grandfather, was gassed in some forest during World War II, and it effected Dad and all his siblings. They were all a bit strange. As she continued talking, she hopped up and began smacking the kitchen bay window with her hand in attempts to try to get rid of a fly. She hopped up and down like a frog on a hot stove. I smiled at her and thought, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I love you my goofy big sister!Cindy R. Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04514658355740025380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867296602675939369.post-48680256165894576302010-10-17T05:55:00.000-07:002010-10-17T05:55:00.365-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYYvHF_3TVwF1uMC2hvLqpn4QNj06ags4fEVzwWteiJCHLiHiEM1zjUzYiggHFltao5Iv4hMsPDiJ3UME0rgCmARpIQRzgwa2ldJ0ZDBYCfNlbB7qSKxI-LXnP_fTIuU1UWJAVM6SdSDI/s1600/animal+cat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYYvHF_3TVwF1uMC2hvLqpn4QNj06ags4fEVzwWteiJCHLiHiEM1zjUzYiggHFltao5Iv4hMsPDiJ3UME0rgCmARpIQRzgwa2ldJ0ZDBYCfNlbB7qSKxI-LXnP_fTIuU1UWJAVM6SdSDI/s320/animal+cat.jpg" width="258" /></a></div>By Cindy R. Williams<br />
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My sister, Vicky, sent me these. We are not sure where they all came from, but they are a lot of fun. A "paraprosdokian" is a figure of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected in a way that causes the reader or listener to reframe or reinterpret the first part. (Note: the two groups of text below have both similar and dissimilar lines.)<br />
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How about these? <br />
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1. I asked God for a bike, but I know God doesn't work that way. So I stole a bike and asked for forgiveness. <br />
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2. Do not argue with an idiot. He will drag you down to his level and beat you with experience. <br />
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3. I want to die peacefully in my sleep, like my grandfather, not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car. <br />
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4. Going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than standing in a garage makes you a car. <br />
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5. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But it's still on the list. <br />
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6. Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak. <br />
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7. If I agreed with you, we'd both be wrong. <br />
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8. We never really grow up; we only learn how to act in public. <br />
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9. War does not determine who is right - only who is left. <br />
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10. Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit; Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad. <br />
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11. Evening news is where they begin with 'Good evening' and then proceed to tell you why it isn't. <br />
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12. To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism. To steal from many is research. <br />
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13. A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a train stops. On my desk, I have a work station. <br />
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14. How is it one careless match can start a forest fire, but it takes a whole box to start a campfire? <br />
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15. Some people are like Slinkies ... not really good for anything, but you can't help smiling when you see one tumble down the stairs. <br />
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16. Dolphins are so smart that within a few weeks of captivity, they can train people to stand on the very edge of the pool and throw them fish. <br />
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17. I didn't say it was your fault; I said I was blaming you. <br />
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18. Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars but check when you say the paint is wet? <br />
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19. Why do Americans choose from just two people to run for president and 50 for Miss America ? <br />
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20. Behind every successful man is his woman. Behind the fall of a successful man is usually another woman. <br />
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21. You do not need a parachute to skydive. You only need a parachute to skydive twice. <br />
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22. The voices in my head may not be real, but they have some good ideas! (This is my personal favorite and I plan to use it often!)<br />
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23. Always borrow money from a pessimist. He won't expect it back. <br />
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24. Hospitality: making your guests feel like they're at home, even if you wish they were. <br />
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25. Money can't buy happiness, but it sure makes misery easier to live with. <br />
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26. Some cause happiness wherever they go. Others whenever they go. <br />
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27. I used to be indecisive. Now I'm not sure. <br />
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28. When tempted to fight fire with fire, remember that the Fire Department usually uses water. <br />
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29. You're never too old to learn something stupid. <br />
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30. To be sure of hitting the target, shoot first and call whatever you hit the target. . <br />
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31. Some people hear voices. Some see invisible people. Others have no imagination whatsoever. <br />
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32. A bus is a vehicle that runs twice as fast when you are after it as when you are in it.Cindy R. Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04514658355740025380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867296602675939369.post-76391397284346267562010-10-10T05:55:00.000-07:002010-10-10T05:55:00.476-07:00Female Teacher's Contract - Utah 1923<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-nuvtQhqZI2pdn0g82nxznjq91tFymbqf988YptLchPHY7mGtY3bbLvmjtpCbvnBcnirisPQArAhvUgFVWOmgP0blOypN8NtO5gPb7d2b7_g0I7Y6L-Tr3HCQ8CJz8Sr5g2YC6sWJuHQ/s1600/lady-old-mad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-nuvtQhqZI2pdn0g82nxznjq91tFymbqf988YptLchPHY7mGtY3bbLvmjtpCbvnBcnirisPQArAhvUgFVWOmgP0blOypN8NtO5gPb7d2b7_g0I7Y6L-Tr3HCQ8CJz8Sr5g2YC6sWJuHQ/s1600/lady-old-mad.jpg" /></a></div>by Cindy R. Williams<br />
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In 1922 my grandmother, Alice Rupp Sample, was a school teacher in Utah. Her career lasted all of one year because she got married the next year, and believe it or not, married women were not allowed to be teachers according to the Female Teacher's Contract which came into effect in 1923. My dear mother, Verlayne Sample Richardson, found the contract a few weeks ago and gave me a copy. <br />
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Here are the 12 rules:<br />
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1. Teacher is not to get married. This contract becomes null and void if the teacher marries.<br />
2. Teacher is not to keep the company of men.<br />
3. Teacher must be home between the hours of 8:00 PM and 6:00 AM unless in attendance at a school function.<br />
4. Teacher must not loiter downtown in ice cream parlors.<br />
5. Teacher may not leave town at any time without permission of the Chairman of the Board of Trustees.<br />
6. Teacher is not to smoke cigarettes or drink wine, beer or whisky. This contract becomes null and void if teacher is caught smoking, or drinking wine, beer or whiskey.<br />
7. Teacher may not ride in a carriage with any man except her brother or father.<br />
8. Teacher is not to dress in bright colors.<br />
9. Teacher may not dye her hair.<br />
10. Teacher will not wear dresses more than two inches above the ankle.<br />
11. Teacher is to wear at least two petticoats.<br />
12. Teacher is to bring a bucket to school to clean and scrub the building every week.<br />
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My, my, my, I wonder what bloggers or "light year word writers" "space word floaters" or cyber writers" whatever they will be doing or called in 2110, a hundred years from now, will think about the rules for female teacher of our time.Cindy R. Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04514658355740025380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867296602675939369.post-46666409533024749882010-10-07T18:30:00.000-07:002013-04-23T14:06:15.954-07:00Preview of My Someday Grandchild's Name<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm stressing and obsessing about my trip from Phoenix to Provo, Utah, for the upcoming LDStorymakers conference. Anywhere I go I tend to bring tons of stuff with me and have to set up house. At Church, my bag is heavy enough that I lean to the side and walk with a limp, almost Quasimoto style. When I attend a writing class I arrive at least five minutes before the other students to set up my space. When I play chauffer for my kids, I can't seem to just slip on my shoes, grab my purse and keys and off we go. No, I always forget something and have to run back into the house several times. As I write this I'm beginning to see that maybe I have a Hoarder and/or Over Planner Syndrome. Maybe I've taken "Be Prepared" too seriously. Those of you who know me well, I see you nodding your heads. STOP IT!<br />
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So back to the upcoming trip to the writers conference. Here's my simplified plan, and I really mean simplified.<br />
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1. Make arrangements for my children, and husband to survive. Make sure there's plenty for them to eat and clean clothes to wear while I'm away. Maybe I'll make a list of things they could get done if they really wanted to while I am gone. Maybe not. I can paint the scenario that although I'll be the one partying and swinging on the Marriott's chandeliers, they too will want to party and have a mini-vacation from "Sergeant Nag."<br />
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2. Leave the house spick and span. Ummm . . . a mute point since the house is likely to be in major disarray when I get home anyway. Sigh.<br />
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3. Make sure all is ready for Primary, since my flight won't get me back in time. As a humble and tired President, I miss and worry about my favorite little people. Get my Visiting Teaching done so I won't harbor a ton of guilt. I already harbor a semi-truck load of guilt about far too many things.<br />
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4. Pack: This means I must bother to shop for a few new things to wear, and I detest shopping. I would rather be home writing any day. But, alas, my fashionable "Mommy Look" consisting of sweats and t-shirts isn't going to cut it. I want to dress at least business casual. I'll actually settle for presentable. Should I take two pairs of slippers just in case the hotel toilet clogs and floods soaking my sllippers. Hey, it's happened before, and I want to be ready and prepared.<br />
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5. Remember to bring my cell phone charger. Even though I hate cell phones, I want to call my family. Plus one of them might break a leg or some other appendage while I'm gone, and need my comfort. If you know my family, you know that this isn't much of a stretch for my dare devil offsrping. A few quick examples: one son broke both arms on the same day, but at two different times while snowboarding. My missionary son torqued his finger almost off when trying to jump over another friend while being pulled behind our boat on tubes. Several pins and a zillion stitches later, they saved the finger. Then he broke his collar bone two months before his mission while standing on a garbage can lid and sliding down a snowy hill, in Utah. Since that wasn't enough excitement before his mission, he broke his foot five days to departure to the MTC while playing Church basketball. Truth is better than fiction. No, never mind. Truth is much worse than fiction. So good luck to my sweet husband while I'm gone. <br />
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6. Plan and pack and re-pack all my stuff. Then do it again. I'm not like my husband and sons who can come home from work or school on Friday and within five minutes are packed and out the door for a Scout Camp.<br />
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7. Arrange to have a friend bring up a case of my "Chase McKay Didn't Get Up Today" books. I donated one for the gift baskets being given away at the conference, and one for AI (Authors Incognito) to give as prizes. I also want to have them on hand for interested parties to purchase, and hope that there will be many interested parties. Maybe I should make a battery operated hat with the book spinning around like a helicopter blade on the top and flashing blue, red and green lights and include canned laughter that sounds off every ten seconds or so to draw attention from hundreds of other authors that most likely have their own books to sell. <br />
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8. Pack my cell phone charger and "Bubbles," my super cuddly stuffed whale, that serves as one of my snuggly pillows.<br />
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9. Polish and print five pages of my novel and practice, practice, practice my pitch to use when I meet with Lisa Mangum of Deseret Book/Shadow Mountain. Psych myself up that my book is so fabulous that she will jump up, slam her fist on the table and say. "We have to have your book!" I can dream can't I?<br />
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10. Polish and print ten copies of the first chapter of . . . wait, first I have to decide which novel or children's story I want to use for the Critique Boot Camp. This will take tons of thought. I mean, "Eleven" is 1/3 complete, but very rough. "Thundertail's Tales" is complete, but has been through several edits and rewrites and is the hands of Beta Readers, so now I'm back to the possibility that it might be better to beat up on "Eleven." "Welcome to the Motherhood" is full of essays on mothering, and I don't think I want to choose just one essay to hash. Then there are the seven children's picture books, some rhyming, some not, in various stages of writing and editing. However, I think it would be wasted time to use those. I have other critique groups helping there. Maybe I will bring the beginnings of my non-fiction book about my Dad and Alzheimer's --or ---never mind, my head is swimming. I'll decide tomorrow.<br />
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11. Print a copy of my query letter for my query class so I can query my presenter with queries that will help me write a killer query and reach my goal of impressing my dream agent with my query of all queries. <br />
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12. Make table place cards reserving four tables for lunch on Friday for ANWA Members. Liz Adair is making ANWA badges for us to wear, and it will be great fun to sit together for one lunch. I already emailed Jamie Thayler of LDStorymakers and got her okay. No matter how much I tend to tangle and convilute things,this one is easy.<br />
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13. Review the conference schedule and map out my daily plan of classes to attend. I'm really not much of a fly by the seat of your pants person. Back in high school I've been known to do things on the spur of the moment, like grabbing hold of car bumpers and foot skiing on the snow, or throwing a snowball at the principal, or staying up on a dare all night watching "Nightmare" dressed as a zombie. Once I walked a fourty foor long fence made out of nothing but metal 2 inch diameter poles that surrounded a very awnery and dangerous bull --again on a dare --but not anymore. I've become quite a stick in the muck, --notice I'm avoiding a common cliche by giving it a new object. I like to be organized and know where I'm going and why. It just saves time, is more efficient and makes total sense, borring as an old housecoat, but effective.<br />
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14. Pack my cell phone charger, Bubbles and chocolate. How could I think of going to a writer's conference without chocolate?<br />
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Okay, now I feel my list is complete. I have considered each day carefully. I have thought and brainstormed about all my family's needs while I'm away. I have considered my Church responsibities. I've picked this apart, worried this thing to death and can go to the LDStorymakers Conference with peace of mind that I remembered everything, or did I?Cindy R. Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04514658355740025380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867296602675939369.post-33256962056393293542010-01-20T20:13:00.000-08:002013-04-23T14:08:17.902-07:00Crazy Lady With Short in Her Brain<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy8Ml0CjlsOIY9q2Xo0qKj8X4pT4lRHyaP2hQ7ipMXm5lxPZlqrE_ApqrwJogFamM-g-_QzvvRAzO6I6lvfnlsC-hULVtmB-dnfpKjnqeOcKSV1OjcRcdE5AFwkPSa3bcr0TA1XGyxT_I/s1600-h/lady-crazy-b&w.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429049360282257826" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy8Ml0CjlsOIY9q2Xo0qKj8X4pT4lRHyaP2hQ7ipMXm5lxPZlqrE_ApqrwJogFamM-g-_QzvvRAzO6I6lvfnlsC-hULVtmB-dnfpKjnqeOcKSV1OjcRcdE5AFwkPSa3bcr0TA1XGyxT_I/s200/lady-crazy-b&w.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 98px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 130px;" /></a><br />
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Crazy Lady with short in her brain: "Sometime in March."</div>
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Crazy Lady with short in her brain: "How do I know what day it is?"</div>
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Normal Crazy Lady realizing there may be bats in the belfry: "March 1st comes before May."</div>
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I heard a comedian the other day, I think it was Jeff Foxworthy say . . . "They walk among us."</div>
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</div>First of all, let me clairfy that I come from a long line of teachers and principals. I have the utmost respect for most. However, once in awhile we all come across a teacher who wastes others time, blows it and causes pain. I had that experience this past week. Not only did she make a very poor and unprofessional decision, but she disrespeted me and her students, in front of a ton of people. Her lack of knowledge, added to her lack of communication and courtesy caused a sad situation. No details here, but I hope she has the ability for some good introspection and grows from this. I know the rest of us sure will.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I pray each of you are able to let slights roll off your back. <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">That's one of my jobs this week. <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Even crazy ladies have feelings.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> By Christmas Eve, we are ever so pleased with ourselves<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Are you one of us???????<br />
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</div>Cindy R. Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04514658355740025380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867296602675939369.post-24476837876080011112009-11-23T06:28:00.000-08:002009-12-15T22:28:31.042-08:00Crazy Things About LifeA young man and his father sat at the kitchen table eating a bowl of icecream one evening.<br />
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"Dad, what makes a man always give a woman a diamond ring?" The young man looked puzzled.<br />
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The dad sighed, "The woman." <br />
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"Hunter, there were two pieces of pie left last night when I went to bed, now there's only one. How is that?"<br />
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"Well Mom, it was so dark, I didn't see the other piece."<br />
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Photographer to a young man: "The picture will look better if you put your hand on your father's shoulder."<br />
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Father: "It would be much more natural if he put his hand in my pocket."<br />
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Inspire by Jokes and More Jokes by Scholatic Books.Cindy R. Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04514658355740025380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867296602675939369.post-58919311966818450192009-11-12T22:29:00.000-08:002009-12-15T22:26:04.843-08:00Another Crazy CatWhat do you think about this kitty?Cindy R. Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04514658355740025380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867296602675939369.post-49967941535124961352009-11-10T21:41:00.001-08:002009-12-15T22:26:21.673-08:00"Man Vs. Wild Vs. Survivor Man Part One" The crazy young man with the head band is my son, now serving a 2 year Mission as a Minster in Brazil. Hope he Survives!<object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SNiNZCWwhMY&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SNiNZCWwhMY&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Cindy R. Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04514658355740025380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867296602675939369.post-6592118219896460272009-11-10T21:00:00.000-08:002009-12-15T22:26:41.627-08:00Man Vs. Wild Vs. Survivorman<object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_8qUTQtzfew&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_8qUTQtzfew&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Cindy R. Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04514658355740025380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867296602675939369.post-87348743950122927702009-11-09T21:57:00.000-08:002009-12-15T22:27:00.690-08:00Crack Me Up Pics<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">This little puppy just cracks me up. <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So does the pic of the cat in the title of this blog.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Life is so much better if you laugh a lot. <br />
</div>Cindy R. Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04514658355740025380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867296602675939369.post-9161415557793467972009-11-07T11:11:00.000-08:002009-12-15T22:27:26.056-08:00These Crazy Ladies are Brilliant!I have been working on blogs with a bunch of extremely brilliant but insane ladies. Look out blogging world! Let the insanity begin. These women can rock the world.Cindy R. Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04514658355740025380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867296602675939369.post-66575345718247638542009-11-07T09:50:00.001-08:002009-12-15T22:27:45.630-08:00I'm Alive<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibvvuDBPEzglJUCdns5JN0AYNrxg8obTkc-H0fSOKDnr1fOZHbL1KLnA82jNjsn4NW7kQHsNyBLUNoLIVCtrG-lVQWPWDkS8BoBBeUW17g1vEcSNgfiZvGGrKEDZ0BfQg1Pmbv6oQpJr0/s1600-h/5187_b~Autumn-Tapestry-Posters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" sr="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibvvuDBPEzglJUCdns5JN0AYNrxg8obTkc-H0fSOKDnr1fOZHbL1KLnA82jNjsn4NW7kQHsNyBLUNoLIVCtrG-lVQWPWDkS8BoBBeUW17g1vEcSNgfiZvGGrKEDZ0BfQg1Pmbv6oQpJr0/s400/5187_b~Autumn-Tapestry-Posters.jpg" /></a><br />
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