Unpublished treasures?

I haven't been posting much of anything on my blog for the past year or so.  However, I have started many posts that never materialized into full posts.  Here is a sampling of what I found among my drafts.

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THINGS HEARD AROUND THE HOUSE

We always count down to prayers.  Tonight at dinner: "1-2-3 ... wait let me put my guns down."

Gaby lost her lumpia.

Don't eat like a pig.... Quack, quack.

Gaby's post baptism thoughts: "Well, I got the Holy Ghost, I guess I'm good to go!"

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HAPPY FATHER'S DAY
 
Today was Father's Day and it was amazing.

It started with Jerry being showered with gifts from our darling and oh so clever children.

Lydia made not one but two fully functional (and fashion forward, I might add) clip on ties. One is a tie-dyed bow tie and the other is a bright red regular tie. But it's no regular tie. She took apart his Father's Day card from last year, which was so awesome that yes we kept it for a whole year. It sings this song:

I'm super dad protector of the land
No need to pout,
I'll help you out.
Sensing that something's broken,
I will respond,
Bringing my toolbox along!
And if you need a hand,
I'll help you out,
I'm super dad (something that's not quite intelligible but presumably rhymes with out)

The card alone was epic. But now, the duct tape tie plays the song! She cut out the parts and taped them to the back. Well done, Lydia, well done. Oh yes, and her handmade card read, "Happy Father's Day! I'm adducted to you, dad!"  As a side note, we had a special Stake Conference on Father's Day and Elder Richard G. Scott (one of the twelve apostles) was visiting.  Lydia was quite sure that her tie would be suitable attire for the occasion; however we were a little concerned that the tie might burst into song at the most inappropriate moment, like when we were singing in the choir a few feet from Elder Scott.  Jerry opted for the tie-dyed bow tie and took along a regular tie for the choir number.

Gaby gave him a can of nuts, because he eats a lot of nuts. She made a cute little wrap for the can that said, "I'm nuts about you!"

Owen found a recordable Christmas card in my room several weeks ago. He stashed it in his room, saving it just for Father's Day. This card was sent to us this past Christmas by my loving grandparents. It plays "Sleigh Bells" when you open it. You can also record a message. When we received the card and opened it, it said, "Press and hold the button to record your message." My dear grandmother not only forgot to record a message, but left the tag with the instructions in the card as well. As a side note, my brother also received the same card. Same recorded (or unrecorded for that matter) message. Same instruction tag still attached. And the added bonus was that grandma forgot to sign it.

So, Owen recorded his "Happy Father's Day, I love you dad!" message which was followed by and rousing chorus of 'sleigh bells ring, are you listening'...

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TALES FROM THE SICK BED
 
"Owen why are you whispering?"   "Because my regular voice is blurry."

"Mom, did I puke or fro' up?  Is there a difference?"

"What flavor Gatorage would you like? Grape, Orange, Fruit Punch, Lemon Lime, Artic Glacier Frost, Glacier Freeze, Raspberry Melon, or X-Factor Fruit Punch-Berry?"

"Mom, I frew up. Can I have some strawberries?"

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And that concludes my draft purge.