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Forbidden Candy

Of course it was gum.  Sweet gummy delicious gum.  I do believe if we had it, we had to flush it when we were done instead of just throwing it away, and it usually had to be wrapped in a tissue.  I remember Mom’s chagrin when Dalin bought us a tub of Dubble Bubble from Goat Savers (as he liked to call it).  We were thrilled (me and Bethani), naturally, and stuffed as many wads of gum in our mouths as we could fit, because you had to get a new piece when the flavor ran out, right?

I would like for the parentals to write about Deanna.  I would like to know more about her and I’m sure I’m not alone.  I will try to resume regular topics after the semester gets underway.

Now, I know I said this is a free day, but you are required to post a picture.  Choose any picture you want of any thing and write about that picture.

My Car

I have only owned one car and it is the very exciting 1998 Nissan Maxima GLE.  I did, however, drive the glorious ‘78 Buick LeSabre and somethingoranother 1980? BMW.

The Buick was a freaking tank and I didn’t like driving it; in fact, I hardly drove until I bought my own car and had to drive to and from Rexburg.

The Bimmer remains the only manual transmission car I have ever successfully driven.  I believe it had the loosest, most forgiving clutch know to man.  I actually really enjoyed driving it, but I tended to stall, and that was stressful.  Then my parents gave it to my brother and that was then end of my fun.

My Nissan?  Well, I really like it.  It does what I tell it to do when I want it to.  It floats on the highway and likes to go fast.  I like its sound system, I like the leather interior, and I like the convenient placement of all the buttons.  It is a good car and I like to drive it.

As for car repairs, I don’t do any of them.  In fact, the only way I know where anything is is because of the nice pictures the Japanese engineers put in my car.  I don’t even think I’ve taken it to get inspected alone; Dad is a terrible (or very good) enabler.  I figure I have the brains to watch the miles and take it to Jiffy Lube if I’m ever off on my own.

Patriotism

Like some of you have said, this is hard to articulate, so this post will be something of a ramble.

I’ve traveled in Europe—not enough to claim any expertise—but I have noticed that people are more carefree here.  Whether or not that’s because we don’t have a lot of war scars in the landscape, I’m not sure, but I am confident that it is partially because of the foundation of freedom we have in the USA.  Even with the inevitability of government corruption, we enjoy freedoms that are unheard of in other parts of the world.  I know that I can speak my mind, and while it may cause an argument, I probably won’t end up killed execution style in a dungeon (not that this happens in Europe, right now).

I remember the thrill of pride I had when I finally memorized the Pledge of Allegiance.  I loved leading the class in proclaiming our loyalty to our country.  Likewise, I was thrilled when I memorized the Preamble to the Constitution.  One of my favorite assignments was outlining the Constitution for my US History class and I love the chance I have now to teach my students the inspirations for our Constitution, even though we don’t get to study much American history.  Sometimes I’m so convinced of the rightness of ideas that it’s hard to present the other side objectively; I’m certain I can’t hide the surge of pride I feel when I get to teach about figures like John Locke and Adam Smith and their good ideas and how smart we were to adopt them.

When I read about the great sacrifices of war, I am always proud that my people have been willing to make those sacrifices and serve their country, especially when I hear stories of my grandfathers and their families during WWII.  I have a visceral reaction to stories of valor and heroism and I’m proud that I’m part of a people that has that legacy.  I look at what we, as a people, do in the world and I’m amazed; I can see the work of God moving forward because of the influence of our country.

I’ve been teaching European history, and we’re about to cover the French Revolution, which is an insane mess.  We are special because we got a fresh, God-driven start, in a new land away from the old problems that still dog Europe and other countries.  We broke free, and as far as I’m concerned, we’re the best country in the world.

Memories of first grade.

What vehicles have you owned/driven?  Were they new or used?  What did you have to repair or rebuild?  Did you do it yourself?  Did you name any of your vehicles?  Which was the most “you”?

That’s it.  A one-word prompt.  Have at it.

My Must Haves

Scunci shower caps.  I hate every other kind.  I will go to 5 stores to find these because everything else angers and annoys me for some reason.

Old Navy jeans.  I know how they will fit without having to try 17 different pairs on.

For processed potato pulp, I only like Pringles.

Paula’s Choice beauty products (or those highly recommended by her).

Making Memories scrapbook products.  I do buy other brands, but this company has some really good ideas and really sturdy products.  I haven’t bought a kit, tool, or embellishment that I don’t like from them.

As long as they make them, I will buy Pepsi’s line of throwback drinks.

I loved kindergarten, which is a good thing because we moved and then I started not much later.  My teacher was Mrs. Wagner and I liked her very much.  I was on the “C” track (we did year-round) and that meant I sat at the green table.  It was very exciting for me to ride the bus to and from school.  I remember Mom and Bethani waiting for me to come home, either at the bus stop or at the back door.  I used to try to be the first one home, but Annie Reimschussel lived one house down from the corner we were dropped off at while I lived two houses down and had to cross the street.  I do remember that there was a bus just for the kindergarten children, so I didn’t ride with Heidi and Zach until later.  The kindergarten students also had their own little bathroom, so we didn’t have to go far when the time for going came.  That must have been an adventure for the teacher.

Laresa Kindergarten Class Portrait

The year I started, they had built a new playground just for the kindergarten children.  One of the toys was a climbing toy that had blue and yellow rubber around chains.  We played a game called “alligator” on those where the alligator under the toy could chomp you if you were on the wrong-colored rung.  There was also a fun teeter-totter/rocker toy.  It only held two at a time, and I suppose there were occasional conflicts because we didn’t get to play with it every recess.  I remember one recess that I wandered over to the big kids playground to see if I could find Heidi or Zach.  I think I found Heidi and she took me back to the kindergarten playground (she wasn’t mad at me or anything, but she got me back to where I needed to be before I was missed). 

Laresa Kindergarten Self-Portrait

We also had playtime inside.  The most coveted toy was the big cardboard brick blocks; there was often a boy/girl rivalry over those because the girls wanted it to be a kitchen/house and the boys wanted it to be a fort (aren’t we conditioned young for some things?).  There was also a talking phone with Sesame Street characters, but that may have been a toy I had at home.

The class next door had eggs and then baby chicks which we got to visit.  That was very exciting.

I remember that once I had to go to the nurse’s office because I started coughing and couldn’t stop.  Mom notes in my baby book that I had haemophilus that year and I think that cough was the first sign of it. 

Laresa Kindergarten School Portrait

1985 was also the year that introduced Whitney Houston to our house because Mrs. Wagner used “Greatest Love of All” for our Kindergarten graduation.  At the graduation ceremony, I received the “Care Bear” award because I was so considerate of my fellow students.  I also received some sort of award for excellence in reading.

Laresa Kindergarten Family Portrait

This was also the year that Mom worked on the Ramses exhibit.  In her notes in my baby book, she talked about how I studied and studied the exhibition guide and looked very carefully for my favorite piece when it came time to see the exhibit.  It was the “Silver and Gold Vessel with Goat Handle.”  I still have the poster Mom and Dad bought me.

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