MOMZA'S HOUSE: Dear Julie B. Beck: Will you be my BFF?

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Dear Julie B. Beck: Will you be my BFF?

~~Dear Sister Beck,~~
~~I just love you. Your messages about faith and family and womanhood lift and inspire me.~~

~~Dear Sister Beck,~~
~~I think you're so neat. Would you ever consider going out to lunch sometime? I love the Olive Garden and their breadsticks.~~

~~Dear Sr. B.,~~
~~Who does your hair? I'm your biggest fan.~~

~~Dear Julie,~~
~~Hey there, how's it going? Big meeting with President Monson today? Anything you can share?~~

~~Dear Jules,~~
~~Can I call you Jules?~~

Dear Julie Beck,
I think you're awesome. And if you wanted to be my BFF, I would totally be okay with that. We could hang out, and go shopping together. Or we could just sit at the table and chat about how cool you are, and the women of the world that you visit are too. But if you're on your way over, will you call first? I'd hate to have laundry sitting on the sofa when you got here.

Love,
Momza

18 comments:

ElisaApril 20, 2010 at 8:04 AM
Can we be the three stooges? Because I want her for my BFF too. She is one of the smartest women I know.

(ps. I'm going to Womens Conference. Are you?)
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CBApril 20, 2010 at 8:08 AM
LOL This was cute!

The day I met her at Womens Conf. She was so gracious and friendly but you can tell this is one busy lady! I wonder if she ever really gets a chance just to go have lunch at The Olive Garden with friends.
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See Mom SmileApril 20, 2010 at 9:59 AM
That is awesome. I think I have written the same letters to her in my head. LOVE her and her hair.
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Susan AndersonApril 20, 2010 at 10:09 AM
heehee

Loved this post. She is one neat lady, that's for sure.

=)

PS. I linked to your blog today! Thanks for the post yesterday that triggered mine this morning.
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Karen M. PetersonApril 20, 2010 at 10:12 AM
I love her, too. I'm glad to know I'm not the only one who writes letters like this in my head!
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NonnaApril 20, 2010 at 10:22 AM
She's the best...love her talks and her down to earth style !
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MomzaApril 20, 2010 at 11:15 AM
@Motherboard: I am not going to Women's Conference this year, unfortunately. I will miss it!
@Nonna: Me too!!
@Karen: Thanks for sharing your "Julie Beck Love"!
@Sue: Loved your post!
@SMS: I bet she never has a bad hair day!
@Cherie: LUCKY!! I have no doubt she is a gracious woman!
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LisaluluApril 20, 2010 at 11:20 AM
ok just found your blog.. and I'll hve to say Im going to stay a while. It's inspirational, FUNNY as all get out, and quirky too. just my kind of place. Kudos to you for being such a great hostess! funny.. and yet touching... the post about your dad.... hmmmm make me stop and think. Love it all
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Nan JonesApril 20, 2010 at 4:06 PM
Dear Sister Beck, we know you are busy, busy. So don't worry if you can't be Momza's BFF, Kelly and I will continue to take care of her, go to lunch with her, remind her to take her "looner pills", and we've been to her house and seen laundry on her couch, and we still love her. Thanks for your leadership, love and advice, we do the best we can everyday!! Love, NAN
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PrairiemaidApril 20, 2010 at 5:33 PM
This was cute! And I don't even know how to do that strike through thingie on blogspot. So much to learn, so little time.;-) And now, on top of everything else, I need to check out this lady's hair. LOL

Blessings!
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PrairiemaidApril 20, 2010 at 5:35 PM
Man...I wrote this awesome comment...well, not all that awesome, but anyway it was lost in bloggy world! duh

This was a cute post! I'll rewrite the rest later...cause I have to finish supper and can't play right now.

Blessings!
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CharlotteApril 20, 2010 at 6:44 PM
I want to come, too. I think she is awesome and always love her talks.
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Joy For Your JourneyApril 20, 2010 at 7:12 PM
And I love you for writing that!! And I totally get it. I also admire her--a lot. And I agree--seriously, do you think her hair ever looks bad?
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NikkiApril 20, 2010 at 9:17 PM
Such a cute post. I love her too!
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MeeksApril 21, 2010 at 3:44 AM
Ditto! But I think if she came to my place, I would end up with my mouth wide open staring at her!
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MomzaApril 21, 2010 at 7:47 AM
@Meeks: Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment all the way from across the pond!
@Nikki: Shanks!
@Lori/Joy: We have a mutual love-fest, you and I. And I can't imagine a hair out of place for an instant...'cept maybe when she's sleeping.
@Charlotte: You have an Open Invitation!!!
@Cheryl: how was supper?
@Nan: You are a wonderful friend to me! You and Kelly both keep me sane!
@lisalulu: You are too cute! Loved exchanging emails with you--it's a small world!
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AnonymousApril 21, 2010 at 5:02 PM
First of all, I love you!
Second, your blogs are hilariously honest, which I also love.
Keep 'em coming. I could read them all day...if I had no life. :) LOL
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Rachel SueApril 21, 2010 at 7:45 PM
If this works, please let me know. I want in!
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Me: "Um, yeah. Not since I was in school though."

Ari: "OK. So it's a legitimate thing. I just wanted to make sure my teachers weren't lying to me."

Bee: "I thought it was 'Tequila Mockingbird', not "To Kill a Mockingbird."

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Jud's oldest brother: Tell Mom not to come up to see you while on your honeymoon.

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Brother, laughing: Yeah.

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***

Dani to Isaac: "Tell Gramma 'bye' n; you love her, Isaac."

Isaac: "Bye! Butt-face Gramma!"

****

Boofus to Momza: "I have black hair in my armpits! Just on this one arm though. I WISH I could move some on the other arm!"

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***

Arianna: "Mom, can I borrow one of your sweaters?"

Momza: "One of my sweaters? Why?"

Arianna: "It's Ugly Sweater Day at school."

Momza to Joseph, as he's getting ready for school:

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Momza to 10 yr old Primary boy who wouldn't stop leaning back in his chair:

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Ari, after overhearing what I said, whispered, "Mom, you're a doula, you see blood all the time. It doesn't make you sick."

Momza: He doesn't know that.

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Daisie: "What? Who?"

Boofus, from upstairs: "I can't play until my room is clean!"

Momza, to Boofus: "They call you 'Master'?"

Boofus: "Yeah, they do everything I say. I'm their Master."

***

Daisie, from the backseat of the car, while Diana is changing up the radio station:

"No country please. You're destroying my brain."

Diana: "You're welcome."

******

Valentines Day Dinner. Boofus to Dad, while eating the chocolate fish I gave him:

"This was the worst Valentine's ever. Mom KISSED me in front of Nathan!" (N. is his best friend who happened to be standing there when I gave B. his chocolate gift.)

Momza at the dinner table: "So, at work today, I was talking to Juan..."

Boofus, interrupts: "Who?"

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Boofus: "Who? I mean, WHO were you talking to?"

Caboose, chiming in: "The Chinese-Mexican, Wong!"

The Caboose to Momza: "If you won't get me a cellphone, then you can just send me to a foster home."

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The Caboose returns: "Daddy said 'No'."

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Boofus, pinching his fingers together, showing them to me:

"I just pulled a hair out of my NOSE! I AM A MAN!"

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The Caboose: "You sound just like my mother!"

The Caboose: How do you spell "diary"?

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"You need to wash your hands before you touch the baby."

Boofus: "I did. I licked them twice."

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Dad to Boofus, who asked him to do something he didn't want to do:

"What? Do you have a piano tied to your butt?"

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Boofus, who was pestering the Caboose:

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Dara to Bee, after she threatened to tell on her for something:

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Joseph to Momza:

"What do you mean when you say 'think about the words you say'? I never think about what I'm saying."

Walking thru Walmart, the Caboose says:

"Mom, what's Pole dancing?"

"Ask your Dad."

Ari to Momza after seeing a personalized ornament with Joseph's name on it:

"Why does Joe get one and I don't?"

Momza: "Because there wasn't one with your name on it."

Ari: "Ugh. Why couldn't you name me Samantha, Rachel or somebody?"

Ari: Mommmm! Joseph is making me mad!

Momza: He's pushin' your buttons?

Ari: I don't have any buttons. I don't collect buttons.

Joseph to the dog: "C'mon girl--shake what your momma gave you!"

The Caboose, while I am fixing her hair for school:

"I don't want my ponytails braided."

Momza: "Why not?"

"Because it shows my inner beauty."

The Caboose: "I don't like my middle name. It's embarassing, it's not cool. It makes me awkward."

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The Caboose: "Arianna Madeline Hope A."

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"Hey, what do you do when you accidentally make a mess?"

Boofus: "You lie. And blame it on the dog."

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Boofus, pointing: "Over there."

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Boofus: "Oh, on her knee."

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"Bye Bee, have a great day!"

"Wait! Where am I going?"

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I'm going down to take a shower and I won't see you before you leave for school!"

Bee: "Oh yeah."

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"Of course it's all in your head, that's where your mouth is."

At dinner, Momza to Boofus:

"Okay, when we get home, you need to take a bath."

"I don't wanna take a bath. You sit in your own FILTH!"

Driving in the car:

Dad: why do girls always have to change the radio?"

Bee: "Because we have the Authority. Boys just run red lights and drink beer."

Boofus to the Caboose, when she asked him to bring her more water to the table:

"You're Not Roll-a-tee...get it yourself."

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"It's a good thing you guys are going to school today, otherwise I'd have to sell you on Ebay or to the Circus.

The Caboose: "What? You're going to get rid of me?"

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The Caboose: " You know I'm afaid of heights! and lions!"

Boofus, at the sink, rinsing dishes, discovers the water to be too hot. He decides to blame Dad who used the water last.

"Dad! It's your fault!"

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"HA! YOU'RE the reason we went to War!"

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Daisie: "Nevermind."

The Caboose, as we're on the elevator in the Doc's ofc:

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Momza:"What??--of course not! Where'd you come up with that?"

" I dunno. "

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Ari talking to Dani on the phone about caring for the new dog:

"I'll be in charge of walking him, because you know how I feel about picking up poop. YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT THAT!"

Boofus insisted he pick out his own shirt for school...comes to me and says, "Someone took off all the buttons on this shirt!"

I flipped the placket over to reveal otherwise.

"Whew!" no button thieves in our house!"

Its lunch time, what does everyone feel like throwing up?

A sleep-deprived Momza to Mr W:

"you better take it easy and get some rest today, cuz you're headed for a ..uh..a collap-sa-tion."

"Ari, you sure want a peice of pie? You're just gonna throw it up in a bit."

"I don't care."

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Nana: "Portland."

Daisie: "Mesa, definitely."

Boofus, who'd been quiet thru most of the convo:"Well, if I ever decide to like

girls--and I don't now cause I hate them, and they're jerks!! --[his finger pointing to his sisters]--I want to

go to the Hawaii temple."

Boofus: "Mom, when you weren't here, Dad said the "S-word. He's a cusser."

Dad, sheepishly: “No, I don’t think so.”

Boofus: “ Yeah he did. Mom tell him.”

Boofus to Dad: You can hit me as hard you want for ten bucks.

Dad: Can I draw blood?

Boofus: It’s fifteen for blood.

Dad: How about a ping with a baseball bat, how much then?

Boofus: Twenty-two fifty.