did anyone else think that it was strange that there were people clapping during the prayer at the inauguration? i mean... i was flossing someone else's teeth during the prayer, but clapping??? :)

Have you ever done something nice...

So the other day i was grabbing a pot out from the drawer below the oven. My hand rubbed against the bottom of the oven door and felt something rough. i proceeded to pull off the rough part and was reminded of this story that i have to share:
a lady in our ward has a husband with cancer and they knew it was getting to be time for him to pass on soon (young family, very sad). so they asked the RS to bring meals for the next couple of weeks to help them be able to just spend time together. so i signed up to bring a meal in two weeks. i planned the meal, got the groceries and started to prepare the meal. i started at about three o'clock to be able to bake sugar cookies, a pot pie for them and a pot pie for us. As i started making the sugar cookies i thought about how i would decorate them, then i had a better idea: i would take them the stuff so that they could have a fun activity with their kids decorating cookies. as i continued on making the meals, i felt so good and happy and just knew that they would be so delighted with tonight's meal. what a wonderful woman i was. of course, time was an issue because my sis.-in-law was a having a scentsy party at seven that i had committed to go to. plenty of time, though, right? did i mention that chicken pot pie is one of our favorite meals, but i usually only make it when i'm taking dinner to someone else. so i get everything all ready, all packed (of course in "no-need-to-return" packaging) and i go to find the house. dark, slippery, awkward (what do you say in a situation like this??) but none the less i get it all dropped of, without a hitch. go lis. get home just in time to take out our own pot pie from the oven and scarf it down before i go to the party. perfect, lis. you're mama taught you good.i get home just as the buzzer is sounding, signalling that the pie is ready for our enjoyment. it smells so good. it will taste so great on a cold night like this. can't wait. so i take out the pot pie and some how... still not sure how... all a blur... this beautiful labor of love ends up sliding completely out of the pan and dumping completely all over the junction between the oven door and the floor of the oven. dirty oven. dirty oven door. beautiful pie. time to go. how did this happen??? i was tempted to cry, but somehow it wasnt' fitting. the only thing to do was clean it up, throw it out and eat microwaved totino's pizza rolls and a few microwaved chicken nuggets. what a disapointment! i was tempted to invite our selves to dinner at the house where i dropped off the meal. i felt so bothered that i had made such a beautiful meal for someone else, and gotten nothing out of it for my own family. but as i remembered the event this last week when i found all that chicken pot pie STILL in the oven door i felt greatful that no one needed to bring me a meal for a sick husband. the man has since passed. i cleaned out more chicken pot pie from the oven door, and thought. "what does a little pot pie in the oven door really matter?"

Happy Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday to our princess!
Me: N. what do you want for christmas?
N: A blue dinosaur.
Me (did she really just say that?): A blue dinosaur?
N: yeah.
Me: What kind of cake do you want for your birthday?
N: Mmmm. a pirate cake.
Me (again, not sure i heard right): A pirate cake?
N: Mmmhmmm. a pirate cake.

Where has my ribbons and bows princess gone?
well, as you can tell, we discussed a few more options and she was happy to see a snow white cake. which was actually lots more fun to make than i had thought it would be. N is so much fun. we love her to pieces. i have been so nervous for her to turn three and go right into sunbeams. although i haven't been able to catch her in action myself, i have been assured that she does just fine. which makes me so pleased. this sunday i picked her up from her class and took her to get our coats. she kept saying, "where's daddy?" and kept telling her he was still in his class, but he would be there soon. then she started to cry. i picked her up and asked what was that matter. she said,"i'm just worried about my daddy." then later at home when i was telling E about it she said, "i didnt want to leave with out you, daddy." she is so sweet. she has lots of enthusiasm and energy and makes our lives so great. we love our princess.

On Christmas Day in the Morning

Santa brought us lots of snow! this has to be my favorite Christmas morning since we've been married. E decided to go shovel the snow so i said, "take N with you."( i needed the kitchen to myself) keep in mind that up to this point our child would not even walk in the snow, we had to carry her so she didn't get snow on her shoes, even though we insisted that shoes were supposed to get snow on them. so we dressed her up (of course putting her little feet in baggies inside her shoes) and shoved her out the door. she was hesitant at first, but once eddie showed her how to jump in the snow and roll around she had a blast! it was so peaceful and beautiful and involved no presents. it had to be the best part of the day. (cue the church music) Christmas...isn't it about time? ( and that's the beebe truth)

cue the heavens shining down from above...

Just Dreamin' and Schemin'

So the old man across the street died this summer. seemed like a nice guy. what really seemed nice? his house.
Now keep in mind that we live in a small house on a small lot in the "university" (meaning old) part of town. lovingly referred to as "the avenues". I love our area because it's got lots of neat looking old houses (mixed in of course with the not so neat ones). Take our little block for example. on the opposite side of the street (where this house is) there are three, big, historic looking houses. on our side. 6 small, old, but not historic looking houses. don't get me wrong, i fell in love with our house the second we saw it, it has its share of charm. but the old man's house... well, it's one of those diamond in the rough type houses. great yard (we already know the neighbors), plenty of room... so we've been watching it. saying, "we should go look at it" for several months now. the price keeps dropping, it's a buyers market...
so we finally went and looked at it. i'm in love.
big enough we could stay there forever. great features. needs a lot of updating (mostly cosmetic), but isn't that the fun part? so needless to say; instead of blogging, cleaning, doing laundry, etc. i have been punching the numbers. trying to figure out a way to make it work. it's got to work, right? if we just.. or maybe if i... or we could...
but i think i've almost convinced myself to stay on easy street (ha, at least this side of it) with our minimal mortgage, wait until we get this one all dolled up and the market is better for sellers...almost convinced myself...

on to victory

so here's some spooky halloween pictures for ya. actually the second one is mostly to show off our beautiful new exterior. looks great, right? and there's our little princess. this is after we went to walmart. i let her wear her costume all day. she loved it! she looked so pretty!