Jannie "the peanut eater" Murdock

"Introducing Jannie "the peanut eater" Murdock! Prepare to be dazzled as she demonstrates her amazing, death-defying peanut-eating stunt."
Standing on a chair, looking directly at the camera, fearless, confident, Jannie picks up a peanut with her four-year-old sized hand. A hush falls over the crowd. She slowly draws the peanut toward her face. The crowd gasps.
"This is how you eat a peanut," she says clearly and calmly, as if it is nothing that she has just popped it into her mouth and proceeded to chew, and not just chew it, but swallow it!
The band sounds: "Ta-dah!" Cheers and whistles and applause erupt from the crowd. "Hooray for the Amazing Jannie!"

Do the "Charity Pout" !

Sang to the tune of "The Hokey Pokey":

You point your eyebrows in
You make your smile a frown
You bend your torso down
Until your fingers touch the ground
You let your arms just hang there
And you swing your hair about
That's what it's all about!

Do the Chaaaaaa -- rity Pout
Do the Chaaaaaa -- rity Pout
Do the Chaaaaaa -- rity Pout
That's what its all about
Yeehaw!!

Aaron A.K.A. Tarzan

Biggest-brother Jayson told on big-brother Aaron and big-mouth Sundee is here to spill the beans. Or let the cat out of the bag. Or, as Jayson would put it, where was the cat when the lights went out in the dark... I digress. Apparently, when he was little, Aaron used to run around the house and eventually escape to the outer world in all his bright and blazing glory. While he was on his "free spirit" parade, Dad would call him Tarzan . My little Georgia calls it "wearing clear clothes." In fact, Georgia ran out to play with Mallorie in the back yard with just her clear clothes on this very afternoon. Oh, the joys of independent children. "Put your clothes back on!"

The Evolution of the Bean

As a kid - actually through all her younger years - Charity hated her nickname: Bean. I believe Dad started it long before she had anything to say about it. It began as Charity. Then Charity-nah. Then Charity-na-bean-na. Then Charity-bean. And Cha-bean. Until it was finally just Bean. No one knows why she didn't like it.

Anyway, when she was old enough to voice an opinion, she made it known that "Bean" was NOT an acceptable name for her. A perfect illustration of this is when we lived in the Gentry house. They were standing in the vanity when Tara called Charity "Bean." Young Charity spat out in an angered whisper, "Don't call me that in public!"

So.... Thirty....the real story

It was Christmas time, in the two thousand and two year of our Lord. We had gone as a large family group to see the temple lights in Mesa, AZ. As big groups often do, we had all separated to some degree. Charity, Dad and I were walking up a sidewalk ramp towards the northwest end of the temple grounds. We were passing the dancing streams of a twinkle light fountain and talking about this and that. The subject of my birthday came up, as it often does in December. December 27 to be exact. I mentioned off offhandedly that I was going to be thirty this year. Charily being a merely 18 years old, whipped her head in my direction and with mouth gaping and eyes bulging in disbelief, she gasped loudly, "Your so.......(her voice dropping to a whispered squeak) thirty". I of course glared at her. I know what she really wanted to say, "You're so OLD" . But she caught herself just in the nick of time and looked really sheepish. Dad had his hand over his mouth with his eyes squeezed shut,trying to stifle a giggle. But I could see his shoulders raise up and down. He was not doing a good job of hiding his mirth.

Thanks to that little experience, that comment has been a phrase we have all used often when we want to say something rude, but not TOO rude. Thanks Bean (did I say that in Public?)