Spring into Spring

The counsellor over weeknight Relief Society meetings wanted our power meeting (4pm-10pm) to be very 'spring'y.  Since we made a recipe of mine called Japanese Chicken (not a dish you'd actually find in Japan) I went with Cherry Blossoms for our decorations.

I found this idea online.  I think they used live cherry blossoms, but you know.  It was very pretty even with the silk flowers.

I tied it in with a little tack board decoration behind the buffet.  It went together beautifully in a gymnasium kind of way.

My favourite class was given on sprouting.  I'm going to try it out around here, so hopefully more on that later.

Victimhood

My family has joined a new association:

The Society of the Victims of the Relief Society.

Officially chartered in the mid-1990's by the husband of a RS President, it has existed informally since the mid-1800's.

Crimes committed against my family this week include, but are not limited to:

1. Two experimental dinners cooked in a Wonder Box.  Neither turning out as well as when the recipe is made the normal way.
2. Cereal for dinner last night even though mom spent the whole day on food preparation.
3. General neglect by mom.

Apparently it has been pretty bad because this morning Chloe told me she wished I was still in Young Womens.  I may have almost wished that myself a time or two this week.  Though I wonder if my real problem is learning how to be an Indian and giving up being a Chief?  I have just enough responsibility to demand lots of work, but not enough authority to make decisions.

I was feeling exasperated at Costco on Tuesday where I was buying food for the revamped dinner menu for *Spring into Spring* (doubts in higher places arose around my original food plan) when I ran into my friend Melissa who is battling Stage 5 Ovarian Cancer.  She asked so sincerely how I was doing, and as I looked back at her in her chemotherapy wig I managed to choke out an "Okay" because really, what is feeling micromanaged compared to the fight she's up against?  But she detected the lie in my answer and called me at home to ask me how I was really doing.  Sheesh.  Talk about putting me in my place.  There are worse things to be a victim of than the Relief Society.

Self-Portrait Tuesday

I took most of the kids with me to do new passport photos today.  Sort of pathetic that I can get a better picture at the end of the day with Photobooth than I can from a professional passport photographer.

Carmen missed the excursion because she was off to Canmore with a friend, but it had to be done for Jaclyn today because she is on a different school calendar and today was her last day of spring break.      Back to Costco I go on Thursday to get Carmen's passport photo done.  I should probably take Steven with me for a retake - I'm not sure a guarantor will be willing to sign the back of the one from today attesting it is a good likeness.  Even if the guarantor is his own dad.

April Fools

Chloe and Carmen both went for the fake injuries for April Fool's Day last week.  Carmen didn't come home with many stories, but Chloe had a whole list of people she'd fooled. (I'd call it a list of good sports.)  Carmen did say that lots of her friends wanted to try the crutches.  Those things are the best/worst purchase I ever made at Value Village.  The kids love 'em, but they get on my nerves - so sometimes I hide them.  Man, I'm glad I remembered my hiding place when Carmen went looking for them last Wednesday morning.