Stripling Warriors' Mom: Dine-out Eater Beware--Mama Mia, Pumpkin Bashers

Friday, October 31, 2008

Dine-out Eater Beware--Mama Mia, Pumpkin Bashers

Today was Halloween. Lots to do, festivities etc. I was invited to go out lunch at the new Olive Garden in American Fork. The menu is the same as all the others. I had some soup that had Italian parsley, which was what kept showing up. Should be safe, right? After about five hours, my dinner was heaving itself back up! That parsley must not have agreed with me, as far as I could tell.

Two hours of that wiped me out...on top of that I was supposed to get the trick or treaters their candies at the door. I was too sick to raise my head off the pillow believe me.

I heard some clunking sounds outside about 8:45 and looked out my window. I saw a couple of tween-agers dumping the pumpkins that were artfully carved on Family Night. It made me even sicker! I pounded on my window and they scattered like scarred rabbits, really. They ran.

The candy dish was alas empty by that hour, and was what caused the boys to be disgruntled. Turns out they did the same to the neighbors, with their pumpkins likewise. They must have hit them first. Anyway, the girls were tearful and couldn't understand why anyone would do such a thing. I couldn't either. It left a bad taste in our mouths.(pun) It took Ella and Aislyn a while to get over the hurt. IT was too bad some kids have no respect for others' property. I know their parents must have tried to teach them, but somehow missed the message.

Aaron said he had never done that, and it made me feel good inside to know how perfect he was....in that area that is. I smile.

The best part of this day was that I finally got to go see the movie Mama Mia. I looked forward to seeing that movie ever since it came out late summer. I was all set to see it at the Prove Towne Centre, where the Thursday paper said it was. Well, we got there and it had ended yesterday. We went to find a newspaper to buy and sure enough it was at Movies 8. So the day was not a total loss. I really enjoyed the story and the music. Mama Mia!!

3 comments:

Fillerup Family said...: Mom, I want to hear about your date. You mention where you went but not with who. What's up? Also, I hope you are feeling better. I am sorry you were not well, and the pumpkins were destroyed. I hope today is a better day. Love you, Tracie; November 1, 2008 at 9:01 AM
amcfam said...: mom,
I am glad that I never did do that. I am surprised that you said I was perfect. I guess I was, up to that point. I had a few rough patches after that:)

That's what your smile was about for sure.; November 1, 2008 at 5:21 PM
Ron and Anna said...: Tracie,

If I wanted everyone to know about my date, I would have said...there wasn't much to say about it. It was just a lunch date.
Love, Mom

Aaron, I said you were perfect in not bashing pumpkins that is.
And Smile. Just like we can be perfect in keeping the commandments, but not perfect in being on time to stuff, or balancing a check book. You get my drift.
No body is perfect, not even me.
Love, Mom; November 1, 2008 at 11:37 PM

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Insights by Anna 11.22.09

Touch of The Master's Hand

And the auctioneer thought it
hardly worth his while
To waste his time on the old violin,
but he held it up with a smile.

"What am I bid, good people", he cried,
" It was battered and scarred,
Who starts the bidding for me?"
"One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?"
"Two dollars, who makes it three?"
"Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three,"

But, No,
From the room far back a gray bearded man
Came forward and picked up the bow,
Then wiping the dust from the old violin
And tightening up the strings,
He played a melody, pure and sweet
As sweet as the angel sings.

The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said "What now am I bid for this old violin?"
As he held it aloft with its' bow.

"One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?"
"Two thousand, Who makes it three?"
"Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
Going and gone", said he.

The audience cheered,
But some of them cried,
"We just don't understand."
"What changed its' worth?"
Swift came the reply.
"The Touch of the Masters Hand."

And many a man with life out of tune
All battered with bourbon and gin
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd
Much like that old violin

A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on.
He is going once, he is going twice,
He is going and almost gone.

But the Master comes,
And the foolish crowd never can quite understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought
By the Touch of the Masters' Hand.

Myra Brooks Welch