The Little Things

Who knew such joy could be given by spending a measly $2.40 at Home Depot? My how my world has changed and happiness has been brought back to life because of one little purchase.

What on earth am I talking about, right? A while back our lame tub stopper broke. It's the annoying kind of stopper that one has to twist and then push down. It never worked very well in the first place. We usually had to sit and try and twist it a few times before it would catch and plug. But then one day it broke completely. The only way we could keep water from leaking down the drain was to hold the plug in place with our feet. Not very relaxing while you freeze in an inch of water as you wait for the tub to fill up. And it was really lame because I like baths, especially when I am pregnant. I take at least one every other day. A nice soak helps to relax me and take away some baby tummy pressure. In fact, I've told my husband numerous time that I was just going to spend the rest of my pregnancy soaking in the tub.

So happiness was brought back to our lives when I was at Home Depot this weekend and remembered to buy a new plug. I took a bath tonight with it and I was in heaven. I was able to get in the tub after it filled up and even able to lay on my side to alleviate pressure. No worries about the water all leaking out if I didn't keep my foot on the plug.

It's amazing what a nice tub plug can do. It really is all about the little things. Now if I could only figure a way to spend the next four weeks floating in water until the baby comes then I'd be set.

'Tis the Season!

I love Christmas! I love the start of the season and today we began it by decorating our house, putting up our tree, and listening to Christmas music. We already had put up our outside lights on Wednesday. We are all so excited for Christmas, plus the baby is coming around that time too!

I love the magic of the season, especially for Jimmy as he "rediscovers" some things like Christmas lights and Santa. It's great!

Hope y'all have fun getting into the spirit of the season!

Thankful List

Thanksgiving is upon us. I've been pondering a lot about what I am grateful for and here are a few things, in no particular order, that I have come up with:

1. Motherhood/ my children: My life would be so void without my dear sweet children. I know they often push my sanity to the extreme, but I wouldn't want my life any other way. My children challenge me and force me to grow and change into a better, more selfless person. They light up my life with their smiles, jokes, laughter, and kisses. Before I was active in the church I had planned out my academic and professional career to a "t". I wouldn't change my life now for any amount of credentials or worldly recognition. My job is the best in the world.

2. My husband: I don't think I will ever run out of good things to say about him. He is a gem and a dream come true. He is my perfect match and makes me a better person by knowing him. He has a great calming influence in our home and always strives to be righteous. I am so grateful that he is a worthy priesthood holder and can use his priesthood at any time if needed. I love that he can always take me to the temple. He is an amazing father too. He loves to play with the kids and cares about them so much. Being bishop has kept him busy as of late. Today Anna woke up in tears because Daddy was at church last night and already at work today and she wanted to see him. She missed him so much and being the great dad he is, he came home for a few minutes just to give her a hug. And although his calling as bishop is challenging, I feel very proud and in awe that he has lived worthy of such a calling. He is a good man whom I love deeply.

3. My husband's job: We have an income! What a blessing as I see those around me who struggle. I feel so blessed that we can provide for our family. It may not be as fancy as some, but we can still take care of our needs. And by my husband having such a great job, I can be at home with the children. I would just die if I had to send them off every day to daycare and go to work. I would miss out on so much. Although I may complain at times, I cherish my time with my children at home.

4. The Gospel: Oh how I would be lost without it! My life would be so different and I would not know the joy I do now. I am sustained and uplifted by living the gospel every day. And I would be lost without the guidance of the Spirit. Just last night as I was putting the kids to bed and getting frustrated with them, I had the chance to pause and reflect, thanks to the Spirit, on what a privilege it is to be a mom. No one else can do the job I do for my children as a mother. Little whisperings like that keep me going and remind me of my importance and worth. And without the Atonement and the Savior, I would be destined for misery. What more can I say?

5. Needs Met: So often as I clean my house or snuggle with the kids on a cold day I think about how blessed I am to have a roof over my head. A place to protect me from the elements and a place to call home. What a blessing that we have such a beautiful home where the Spirit dwells and we all can be protected. I also feel so grateful each week when I go grocery shopping and feel the satisfaction of being able to provide food for my family. My husband's job makes this possible, but what a great feeling it is to know what we have food storage and full cupboards. Also clothing and shoes to wear. I don't have to go out and kill our dinner or sew our clothes. We can go to the store and afford such things.

6. Friends: What would I do without my friends? Those who I email from a distance or who live nearby. They keep me sane, lift me up, and bring sunshine to my life. I love them all and am so grateful for each one. They understand me and my life and offer great support, love, and inspiration. I'd be less without them.

These are just a few things I am grateful for. The list could go on and on. Another benefit of the Gospel is being able to more easily see the blessings we have in life.

I hope you all have a Happy and safe Thanksgiving!

Thanksgiving Program

This afternoon was the first grade's Thanksgiving program. Anna was so excited and did a great job singing. Here is a quick video of one part. She is in the second row and the fourth kid in. It's hard to see her face because of her bonnet and the video isn't the best due my small children who were SO helpful, but you get the idea. I tried! Anyhow, it helped me get into the Thanksgiving spirit, until the lollipop tantrum. See next video.

Program Continued

And any mom who has gone by herself to a school recital with small children in tow can understand this video. I was trying to record Anna's class saying their part, but Rachel and Jimmy had a fight over a lollipop. Great timing! I didn't realize the camera was still going. The kids think it was funny now, but not at the time.

Naturally Nesting

What is "nesting" and why does it happen? One definition of nesting states: "Around the fifth month of pregnancy, the "nesting" instinct can set in. This is an uncontrollable urge to clean one's house brought on by a desire to prepare a nest for the new baby, to tie up loose ends of old projects and to organize your world." Okay. But what is the biological process that causes it to happen?

I've been pondering this a lot lately because I am naturally an organized person. The above definition describes me on a normal non-pregnant day. Unless I am deathly ill, you will never find my unshowered during the day. Dirty dishes do not last in my sink. My house may have toys strewn throughout, but it is always clean. I organize my grocery list according to the departments in the store for maximum efficiency. I am always willing to try my hand at any home improvement project. I have my church bags packed the night before church. I plan my menus weekly. Every week I send out a family letter through email and mail three copies out to various members who are not email savvy. The list could go on and on. Being organized is my game, which is probably why when I haven't had the calling to teach in church I have been a secretary in various organizations. I like to run a tight ship.

So what does nesting do to me when I am pregnant? I've been known to repaint rooms 9 months pregnant. Right now I have most of my Christmas shopping completed, almost all my Christmas letter envelopes addressed, Christmas letter written, the baby's clothes washed, folded, and ready plus the bassinet set up and waiting, Jimmy's baby book finished, etc. If I could hang up our Christmas lights, I would. Last night I got fed up with our stove top and completely opened it up and cleaned it out. Take the definition I shared at the beginning and times it by 100 and then you'll have me now.

But I take pride in my spazziness. What's wrong with being organized? It makes my life easier. And what is wrong with nesting? Why does it get such a negative vibe? Granted, I haven't done anything insane like scrub all the door handles in our home, but still what's the big deal about being prepared? I'm proud of the way I do things. Sometimes I think my urges to organize are a bit odd, but I just can't help it. My husband knows enough now to just stay out of my way when I get a project going. But I am glad he isn't like me because often he'll tell me to just relax and let it sit for a day. He helps to keep me in check.

Still, I think this whole "nesting" thing is funny. I see nothing wrong with it. I have this big life changing experience coming up and so let me get out my excited nervousness. Let me be crazy and organize. Just sit back and reap the benefits. Now we just need to come up with a positive definition for me when I am not pregnant and yet still very organized.

My Little Superman

I am so proud of my little Superman. Yesterday turned out to be quite the ordeal for the poor little guy and he handled it all so bravely.

After lunch the kids were playing outside, which they do most days. All of a sudden I heard hysterical crying from Jimmy. He had gotten his fingers shut in the back gate. The kids had been playing with it even though I had told them it wasn't a toy. At first I thought he would get over it, but after attempting to console him and seeing he wasn't calming down, I started to worry. His fingers began to swell and the crying increased. I started to wonder if his fingers were broken. So I packed everyone up and headed to the church to tell Marshall that we were off to InstaCare. Poor Jimmy really wanted his daddy, but Marshall had tithing settlement all day. Our First Counselor offered to send the girls to his home so they could play with his family. I am so glad I took the offer because Jimmy and I had a long wait at the doctor. Apparently everyone gets sick on Sunday. But after much crying and some pain killer, Jimmy conked out in my lap as we waited.

He was such a trooper at InstaCare. He really wanted to go home after he woke up, but I told him we had to see the doctor. Shortly after our name was called so we could go back. He had insisted on having a band-aid on his finger and thanks to swelling it had to be cut off so the doctor could look at it. Jimmy was not pleased, but endured. Then we had to get x-rays. He started crying when the technician put the little apron on him, but we finally got him calmed down after telling him repeatedly that he had to wear it for the "special pictures for his bones." Since I am pregnant, I couldn't be with him during the pictures, but he was brave and listened to the woman as she posed his fingers each time for an x-ray. Poor little guy.

It turned out that he doesn't have any broken bones. Whew! But his fingers are badly bruised. So he has to wear a finger brace on the most badly hurt for a week. He was not happy at all when they put the brace on his finger and insisted on having it off. I explained it would help his finger get better and he finally accepted that answer. The finger that has the brace is one of his beloved "sucking fingers", but he has done so well with it being off limits. I thought he would wake up in the night in pain, but didn't.

He has been so brave and tough. What an ordeal for an almost three-year old. I am very proud of him. And also very grateful to the family that watched my girls while I was gone for a few hours at the doctor. What a day! What blessings!

The Blessings of Sisterhood

Today marks the beginning of tithing settlement and any woman who has been a bishop's wife knows all that it entails. Lots of long Sundays and weeknights. It's our first time going through it and I am excited to see how well I fare. But more than anything, I am so grateful today for the women who have gone through all this before me and can offer some sympathy and compassion.

As the kids and I were leaving church, we ran into our second counselor's wife. She has raised her children and has many grandchildren, but she put in lots of experience as a young mother holding down the fort while her husband served in various busy church callings. This sweet sister came up to me and inquired about how I was doing. She then mentioned it being tithing settlement time and how it is always an ordeal. She said "It can be a great spiritual experience for you husband, but often not so much for you because you are busy trying to keep the spirit and stay sane." What? How did she know that's how I often feel as I support Marshall in his calling. It's so nice to know I am not alone and other women have felt this way. In fact when we arrived to church I told Marshall I had brought the spirit of contention with me, meaning two out of our three children were driving me nuts. Jimmy wanted to wear a Spider-man shirt to church and I refused. This he did not like, but we finally found a suitable church shirt we both agreed on. Then Anna insisted on having her shoes velcroed to the tightest possible setting, but claimed she can't do it herself. So I did it for her, but after a few times of her playing with them and wanting me to fix them, I left her to her own abilities. This caused much weeping and wailing. We can't go through one Sunday morning without someone hating me.

But this sister understood! She gave me a hug and told me to call her if I needed anything. I told her I just might call her to keep me sane and she chuckled because she knew exactly what I was going through. I am so grateful for the love and compassion shown to me by our dear sisters. Many of them have been bishop's wives and those who haven't still know what it is like to raise small children. It's nice to talk to my friends at church and know I'm not the only one ready to sell my kids some days. Or the older sisters who can commiserate with me about the uncomfortable last few months of pregnancy. I so appreciate their love and concern for me. I would be so lost without them and our sweet interaction on Sundays and during the week. What a blessing it is to be a part of Relief Society and be strengthened and uplifted by my association with these sisters.

Counting Days

I am debating renting the above to assist me over these last five weeks of pregnancy. I know people tell me that I look good and am so small, but I feel like I need some heavy machinery to help me do simple things like get out of bed or off the couch. It's embarrassing to have to leverage my weight so I can pop up. I feel like some helpless animal. The last part of pregnancy is just not glamorous. I try my best to not complain, but sometimes I just have to say that I feel huge!

My poor husband is probably so sick of me complaining about how fat I feel. He often looks at me like I am insane and says "Hon, you're pregnant. It's not fat, it's all baby." I know he's right, but I still feel like my bum, legs, and chest are huge. It's just a fact of life. I am sure having a hard time finding some suitable form of exercise that won't cause pain doesn't help. I am an active person and I love to exercise. I love it! But lately I just can't seem to do much aside from my little pre-natal aerobics dvd. It also doesn't help when I go to the doctor and get weighed. They have that set weight guideline for how much you should gain and it drives me crazy. I am doing well by it, but am getting near the end and so my doctor reminds me that we don't want to put too much weight on. Really? I am trying. Shoot, I barely have room in my body to fit a glass of water without it immediately having to come out. I do try, but holidays like Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas don't help.

Plus I think I am going insane. I bought a bassinet the other day at a second hand store. I took it apart, washed and cleaned it, and set it up in our room. Now it is making me all the more anxious for the baby to come. I am SO excited to meet the little guy! (And to not feel stretched to the max!)

I know the craziness of the last month or so is beyond worth the end reward. I just have to remind everyone that even if I look small, I don't feel so small! So keep telling me how good I look, lie if you have to, and I think I might just stay sane until the end. After that, who knows how long I'll be able to keep my whits about me!

The Blessings of Service

I had a blog all written about my crabby two-year old and how he is driving me insane. But then I had the chance to go visiting teaching and look outside of myself. Mr. Jimmy is still a crabby bum who needs to be taped to the wall, but my annoyance at his mood doesn't seem to be so pressing now. I used to have a hard time with visiting teaching because I am so shy, but now I love it. I have the chance to serve and connect with other sisters, plus get to know about their needs. It's a wonderful program.

I love the sisters I get to visit. They are all so much fun and easy to talk to. This morning I had the chance to sit and visit with one sister, whom is just adorable, and laugh over the crazy things kids do and the "joys" of pregnancy. It was great! And my kids actually played somewhat happily. We were able to catch up on things and just have fun talking about life and the Gospel.

Then we visited another sister who is having a hard time because she is very pregnant, her husband is up north working permanently, and she is sick and trying to take care of her young child. It was so good to visit with her and find out what we can do to help. I found out that her home teachers hadn't been coming so when I got home, I made some calls to make sure someone is going to check up on her in the elders quorum and get the woman a blessing, which she could use. And my companion IS going back over there with her husband to help change a light bulb that is difficult to reach. It all may seem like small things, but we'd never have known how this sister needed help if we hadn't gone visiting teaching. I am so glad we are aware now.

I love visiting teaching. It gives us a chance to build relationships with various sisters in the ward. We can socialize and have fun. And we get to talk about the gospel together and share our views and testimonies. Plus when someone has a need, we can become aware of it through our visiting and help care for that person. Is there a better chance for service than that? I don't think so. By serving we also take a look outside of our own lives and become more concerned for others. What's not to love?

Let the Man Be

I just finished watching a documentary type show called "The Real George Washington". I missed the first half, but what I did see what interesting and disturbing. The purpose of the program was to show how over time we've lost a lot of facts about Washington's personality. Often people see him as a bore, but in reality he was a vibrant military genius and warrior with a colorful past that involved a lost love and some teenage stupidity. So George Washington wasn't perfect? Whew! I am glad we got that covered. It is fun to learn little facts about prominent historical figures, but I do not like to see these great people painted in a negative light. I know no one is perfect and we all have our flaws, but I think it is unfair to judge our Founding Fathers according to our standards.

The first fact portrayed about Washington that bugged me was the idea that he used double agents and all sorts of "deceptive" spy techniques during the Revolutionary War. It seemed as if the authors of the show wanted to paint him as bad guy because he stooped to that level and even enjoyed using covert methods during the war. When I think of the Revolutionary War, I think of David vs. Goliath. Our little struggling land was David and the British were Goliath. We were so unorganized and unprepared for the war that it was amazing we had a hope of winning let alone that we actually won. I think the tactics used by Washington were genius. In times of war, deception is used. That is a given. Look in the Book of Mormon and how often the Nephites trick the Lamanites into thinking they have more men in their army than they actually do or get the Lamanites to drink wine that knocks them out. I don't think there is anything wrong with such techniques and sometimes they are the only option. But if they help the cause of good, so be it. It's not like George Washington or Captain Moroni were blood-thirsty leaders out for their own glory. They fought for their people. It bugs me when I see Washington's image tarnished because he used such techniques.

The second fact listed was the image of Washington as a slave holder. He inherited his family's slaves at age eleven after the death of his father. That's usually how the system worked. And he had slaves his whole life and treated them as property. So did most people at the time. I in no way or shape condone slavery, but the attitude of the time was that it was okay. Some people were beginning to realize it was not a good thing and would have destructive consequences on the country when finally prohibited, but it seemed like a great machine impossible to stop. In Washington's time, people grew up around slaves and thought nothing of it. In our time things are different and so, of course, we would be horrified at slavery. It is wrong. But we cannot label Washington as a bad man because he had slaves. He didn't know any better. He was a product of his time. The show did mention that in his will Washington stated his slaves should be freed and educated upon the death of Martha, but they made it sound as if it was only an attempt on his part to save his name. Slavery plagued our country and leaders for years and years, even long after it was out-lawed. To blame one man for not changing such a deeply entrenched system is entirely unfair. It took centuries to overcome and in some parts of the country people still struggle with equality. It's not all George Washington's fault.

I have no problem with historians wanting to educate us more on the more colorful and interesting details of prominent historical figures. It makes these great people seem more human and likable. But I do not like to see these legends portrayed in a negative light because they were imperfect. Yes George Washington liked to dabble in spying, he was a general in a war that forever changed history. I don't think we realize how scary and dangerous the time of the war was. And yes, he did own slaves, but so did most southerners at the time. But he also was the only man able to accomplish the amazing feat of uniting the land to fight and beat the British, thus establishing our nation and changing history and our lives forever. So cut the man some slack for being human.

Secret Spy Talents

I should have been a spy. Okay, right now I wouldn't look the best in a skin tight cat-like suit, but I do have other spy-like abilities I am finding out about. Did you know I can speak in code? Seriously. I didn't either, but I am discovering this talent, much to my dismay.

You see, today I feel sick. I picked up some puking bug from my in-laws. Yeah for family! I haven't actually puked, but I feel like I could at any moment. Needless to say, it's been a rough morning. Now I've told my kids that "mommy feels sick". In code this actually means "fight over anything you can think of and be extraordinarily crabby". It's only 9:15 in the morning and I am ready to send the kids back to bed. We've had fights over the silly little Batman car Jimmy got in a Happy Meal a few months back. Oh the screams of injustice that have plagued our house over this dinky toy. One would not believe. Then we've had disagreements over what to watch on tv while Mom mops. (Yes, I mopped my floor while sick because 1) I am insane and 2) it keeps me away from the kids so I don't sell them.) Rachel has a show on and Jimmy comes and turns it off. Repeat step over and over until Mom is about to lose it and banish everyone to their rooms for life. There have also been rude demands for snacks and such. Hello? Haven't I been drilling into my kids that they need to ask for things nicely and sometimes wait go get them? Apparently they have a learning problem when it comes to this one. When I am done mopping the floor, I tell the kids to stay off it. This actually means "test it out to see if it is still wet and get little foot prints everywhere." We go through this every week much to my amazement. Don't get me wrong, I love my kids, but sometimes I do wonder about them.

Now I know that I have the gift to speak in code. I just need to figure out how to make it work to my advantage because so far it's creating the opposite results. Do they have courses on it because that would be helpful? Perhaps I should check out spy school.

Twilight Hysteria

There are just some things I don't get in life. Leg warmers, men with perms, skin tight jeans, afros, pregnant women in bikinis, etc. These just don't make sense to me and leave me wondering "What the heck?"

The latest thing I don't get is the mass hysteria caused by the "Twilight" series and upcoming movie. I can understand teenage girls ogling over the "dreamy" Edward, but I can't fathom grown women doing it. I've heard many a woman talk about how sexy Edward is and how they would leave their husbands for him in an instant. What the heck? Is your marriage that bad that you would jump into the arms of a hundred year old vampire who acts like he is sixteen? How does your husband feel about this? I am sure this is great for his self esteem and your marriage relationship. I just don't get it. And what about the scripture that states something along the lines of looking upon a woman and lusting after her is committing adultery? Does this rule not apply to women? I think it does. It's a subtle fantasy that can lead to dangerous consequences, even if the character desired is fictional. And how many of these women would kill their husbands for fantasizing over Bella? C'mon. What the heck?

I will admit, I have read the "Twilight" series, except for the last book. I found them intriguing, but kind of lost interest with each book. There always seemed to be the same plot set-up. Bella, the heroine, gets herself in some major trouble and has to be saved. The question of her becoming a vampire is dragged out, as is the conflict of her being in love with a vampire and having a werewolf for a best friend. It got old after awhile. When I heard about the last book coming out, I was intrigued. But then I heard about the plot, which involved Bella's experiencing lots of sex as a vampire with Edward (after they were married), and I thought "No thanks." Why would I want to read that? I heard mixed reviews from people. Some loved it while others hated it. I think Stephanie Meyers kind of just gave up with the last book. Granted, I didn't read it, but that's because the premise completely turned me off from it.

As for Edward, I've never thought him dreamy and sexy or someone I'd leave my husband for. See there isn't anyone I'd leave my husband for because, um, I love my husband deeply and have made sacred covenants that reflect that. So thoughts like that never cross my mind. And Edward just seems a little too intense and creepy for me. I dated a guy at BYU who we affectionately call "Rebound Boy". He was always calling me and planning activities for us to do. He was always trying to take control and got very upset when I was unavailable. He always wanted to know what I was up to. Can you say stalker? I ended that relationship because I was being suffocated and I found my true honey, my husband. But I didn't like the little taste I got of being around someone like that. Edward seems kind of controlling, like Rebound, to me and women fall head over heels for him because it's sexy and shows his love for Bella? What the heck?

I know people are freaking out over the upcoming movie. I've seen previews and it makes me want to gag. It seems like a movie that takes itself too seriously. Let's have everyone look pale and pasty with bad stark lighting and they can all talk dramatic. Ugh. It's like some horrible teenage love movie with a disease. And grown women are going ga-ga over this? What the heck? I just don't get it. But then I was never one to throw myself at movie stars. I had those crushes as a teenager and that ended when I joined reality. So I don't understand grown women fantasizing over crushes and I don't agree with it. I am so sick of hearing about "Twilight". It's almost worse than the election campaigning.

So in honor of the all mass hysteria, I am leaving a you.tube link to my favorite "Twilight" spoof trailer.(the fist on the list) It is hilarious and makes knowing about the books almost worth my time.

YouTube - Broadcast Yourself.

The Parable of the Curling Iron

I have naturally wavy hair. This means that when I want to wear my hair straight, I have to use a curling iron to tame my wild locks. I've been doing it for years and have got it down to quite a simple science. However, no matter my years of experience with the all-mighty curling iron there are those times that I end up burning myself with it because I am not paying attention to what I am doing. This usually seems to happen right before I have to teach a lesson in church. Why not add some extra details to my face that can raise all sorts of questions? I wouldn't want to look good or anything.

Yesterday as I was getting ready for church, I had the misfortune of burning myself with the curling iron. I was busy thinking about something and wasn't focusing on what I was doing. I still have slight marks from my last burn and now a new one to add to the collection. It amazes me because the hot iron only touched my skin for a split second before I pulled it away in pain. It's not like I held it there and let it singe my skin. But it didn't matter, the mark was still left. How annoying and painful!

Now I don't know if it was because I was in a pondering mood for my Relief Society lesson that day or what, but I thought about how my little curling iron experience is comparable to life. Often we are faced with decisions that can have long lasting consequences. Even the smallest deviation from the path can cause us pain and mar our spirits. The choice to let down our standards and view an inappropriate movie or listen to a spiritually destructive music. Deciding to take a quick look at something pornographic just to see what all the hype is about. Slacking off in a calling because we just don't have the energy to do it today. Forgoing scripture study or prayer because the day was just too busy. Letting our visiting or home teaching slide for a month or so because we think no one will really notice or care. Not paying tithing for a little because the budget is too tight. Or skipping going to the temple because we think we just don't have the time at this point in life. Avoiding Family Home Evening because it seems like our small children don't seem to listen or care about what is being taught. All these are little decisions, but they can have lasting effects on our lives.

In church yesterday there was a lot of doctrine taught by our bishop about how Satan tries to deceive us. He will use lies mixed with truth, outright lies, or try to redefine the Savior in the world's view. How often have we heard "I don't think Jesus would do that. It's too mean."? I've heard this often in reference to Proposition 8 and there are members who have been sucked in by this lie and gone against the prophet. It doesn't matter what trips up a person in regard to following the truth, what tempts a person to deviate from the straight and narrow, the point is that we will suffer from our choice whether the consequences are big or small. We cannot afford to let the adversary think for even a minute that he has the possibility of getting a hold of us. Repentance is a wonderful thing, but how much better would our lives be if we didn't let ourselves be tempted and fall in the first place?

So learn from my curling iron experience. Pay attention to what you are doing every day to keep the Spirit in your life. Are you slacking off in some way? Are you letting yourself be tempted? Pay attention to your surroundings. Are you trying to justify sin because it's only for a "short" while that you plan to stray? It doesn't matter the excuse you use, your choice for taking a spiritual vacation will have lasting consequences. Perhaps the marks won't be as obvious as my curling iron burns, but they will be far more destructive and painful. In this day and age we cannot afford to take the slightest deviation from the Spirit. Be wise and choose the right.

Five Percent?

Yesterday in the paper there was a "Letter to the Editor" from someone who proposed the idea that the LDS church cut tithing down to five percent of income due to the "hard" economic times. I kid you not. I read the letter and kept waiting for the punchline, thinking it was a joke. But it wasn't. This lady was serious. Times are hard and the church needs to help out by letting it's members off the hook. The church needs to give more.

This lady must not have any idea of the bishop's storehouse and welfare aid available to those members who are truly struggling. Or fast offerings? The bishop uses these to help out members of the ward who are in need of aid. And what about how often the church rushes to aid those, including many not of the faith, who are devastated by natural disaster? The church doesn't do enough to help it's members? I don't think so. It is the most generous and has the best organized welfare program I know of.

Now let's talk about how this woman feels the five percent members would save could be used to better help their own families. I doubt that. Most people have no idea how to use their money wisely. Look at the economy. There have been times when I actually have thought about how much we pay in tithing and think "Wow!" It's a good bit of money. But what would I do with it if I had it at my disposal? Save more? Spend it on stupid things I don't need? Go out to eat more? I don't know. The point is that I don't miss the money I pay in tithing. We get by just fine and we always have. There have been times when things were tight and yet we still paid our tithing. Those times when one wonders how things are going to work out. But amazingly, not really, the Lord has blessed us and we have made it through those tough times. We weren't dripping in jewels and sitting on piles of cash, but we had enough to take care of our real needs. There has never been a question about paying tithing and there never will be. Look at the widow and her two mites. That was all she had and yet she paid and was blessed.

Most importantly tithing is a commandment from the Lord. Those are non-negotiable. You either accept it or you don't. There isn't any haggling over price. All we have is from the Lord. EVERYTHING. And you can't give ten percent back to Him? C'mon. What's the deal with that? The Lord always blesses us for our obedience to His commandments. I just don't see how we lose out on this one. How could someone have the audacity to ask for a smaller requirement? The Lord doesn't work that way. Not only that, but we live in one of the most prosperous countries. How can someone complain about paying tithing in the United States? Try living in Africa or any struggling country. These faithful members do what is asked of them and love the Lord in doing it. They have far less than us and yet give freely. Talk about being spoiled where we live.

The bottom line is you either follow the Lord or you don't, just like with Proposition 8. You can't negotiate with the Lord when he has set the conditions. You do it and are blessed for it far beyond your imagination. Or you don't and suffer the consequences. Don't think that when you reach the judgement bar you can sweet talk your way into the Celestial Kingdom. The Lord is a little bit smarter than that. He doesn't ask of us more than we can handle. If you have a hard time with paying tithing, make changes to your budget. But don't whine about how unfair it is. One can only imagine the condition of this lady's testimony who wrote this letter. Unfortunately she has been decieved and strayed from the Lord. It can be a great warning to us all.

A whole lot of attitude

One way I keep my sanity is to read. I love to read! I've gotten back into the No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency series by Alexander McCall Smith. I had read the first one a few years ago and just recently decided to read the rest. I think there are seven or eight books in the series. I just finished the third and it was a hoot. The books take place in Botswana, Africa and follow the adventures of one Precious Ramotswe, a lady detective. I love these books. They are well written and give a fascinating peek into African culture. And who couldn't love Mma. Ramotswe and her take on life? She is a "traditionally" built African woman and proud of her size. My favorite quote from this book is when she contemplates how she likes to eat a piece of cake or doughnut after her meals. And why not?

"She was a traditionally built lady, after all, and she did not have to worry about dress size, unlike those poor, neurotic people who were always looking in mirrors and thinking they were too big. What was too big, anyway? Who was to tell another person what size they should be? It was a form of dictatorship, by the thin, and she was not having any of it. If these thin people became any more insistent, then the more generously sized people would just have to sit on them. Yes, that would teach them! Hah!"

What's not to love? I totally agree! We could use more of that attitude, I know I could. I just went clothes shopping this morning and felt like a hippo in everything. Granted, I am very pregnant, but I could use someone telling me I look beautiful no matter my size!

So if you're looking for a fun read, check out these delightful books!

How Times Have Changed

I never would have thought I'd see the day when I would be called a bigot for believing that God ordained marriage to be between a man and woman. Wow, how times have changed. It has been amazing to me to see the out pour of hate from people of differing views since the whole Proposition 8 issue in California. What I find most ironic is how people rage against the LDS church for being "closed minded" and "intolerant" and yet they themselves express those same feelings towards those who would stand in the way of their beliefs. Am I no longer entitled to my own opinion? Must I convert to the raging masses in order to be considered fair and tolerant? That really doesn't make sense.

Let's talk about tolerance. I think the church has done a magnificent job in handling this whole issue. It has been dealt with in a delicate manner. Members have used non-violent means to further the cause by standing on street corners with signs and making calls concerning the vote for Prop. 8. So has the opposing side, along with some protests, rock throwing, spray painting, and nasty words. Who is the more tolerant, I wonder? If we look at history we can see what real bigotry is. Think about the Catholic conversion of pagan peoples to the church. It was either join or die. Or what about the Civil Rights movement? Protesters used non-violent means, but were often met by fire hoses, attack dogs, and police brutality. The last time I checked, the LDS church hasn't met any protesters with such violence. And yet we are accused of being intolerant and evil. Hmmm.

I am also amazed at the members of the church who are torn over the issue of gay marriage. How can the brethren be so cruel? How can we say we are Christ-like and yet deny these people the right to marry? None of that matters. The simple fact is that the prophet has spoken on the issue and the case is closed. One either follows the prophet or does not. That's it. And by following the prophet one is not a mindless drone. We all have the ability to seek revelation concerning any doctrine passed down by the brethren. We can know for ourselves that it is true. This is a perfect example of how "many are called, but few are chosen." Those in the last days that cannot find the strength to stand up with the prophet, no matter how difficult, will not be counted among the righteous. Harsh, but true. Just read the scriptures.

Now I may sound a bit blunt, but to me there is no debate. I follow the prophet. But this issue is also very near and dear to my heart. My step-brother has been living in a same-sex relationship for many years. Does that make me love him any less? No. That would be foolish. I love him just the same. We both know where each other stands and yet we still have a good relationship. Why? Because we respect each other's differences and beliefs. Respect is the key, something that is lacking in our modern society. I love my brother and think the world of him and wish him all the happiness possible.

So call me whatever hateful names you wish. I don't care. It will not shake my faith in God or my determination to follow the prophet. Without God I am nothing and so I will never stray from Him. I will hold fast to my beliefs and respect those of others, even if that makes me a bad person in the eyes of the world.

Enjoying the Journey

What makes you get out of bed every morning? I'm not talking about the responsibilities that are waiting for you each day, I am inquiring about the little joys you find in every day. Do you take the time to savor something every day that brings you happiness? Are you enjoying the journey, or just looking forward to the end result?

Yesterday I listened to President Monson's Sunday morning conference address and he spoke on this subject. He mentioned how we need to enjoy the journey, to find happiness in each day. Time flies. He and his wife just celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary. Where did the time go? Forty five years ago he was the junior apostle. He had many men he looked up to in the Quorum of the Twelve. Now they have passed on and he is the senior member, the prophet. Time moves at an alarming rate. President Monson spoke about how parents of young children may feel the chaos, the clutter of toys, and the mounds of laundry, and the sticky fingerprints will never end, but all too soon children grow up and parents are left longing for those precious early years. He quoted Professor Harold Hill from "The Music Man" in that "If you save up enough tomorrows, all you'll be left with is a lot of empty yesterdays." What a profound thought.

I know I look forward to "tomorrow" often in my life. I can't wait until Jimmy isn't such a handful or will potty train. I can't wait until the baby comes because I am dying to meet him and getting more uncomfortable each day. I can't wait until we have a bigger savings account. I look forward to the day when I don't have to sweep after every meal. I can't wait until my kids can do more chores around the house or when grocery shopping isn't such an ordeal. The list could go on.

But at the same time, I can wait. I love my kids and enjoy the ages and stages they are in. They make me laugh and smile.

So what do I look forward to every day? Opening the door to Jimmy's room in the morning and being greeted by some enthusiastic phrase and a big smile. Waiting to see what cute things Jimmy will say each day. Wondering what tall tales Rachel will tell. Hoping she'll give me a hug, like she does every day. Finding out what Anna learned in school. Waiting to see what expert advice and knowledge Anna has to share. Writing a note on Anna's lunch box napkin as I pack her lunch. Listening to the kids giggle. Watching Jimmy tell "jokes" at the table and then laugh hysterically at his humor. Seeing what kind things the kids do for each other. Having Marshall come home from work. Smelling the crisp fall air and maybe even someone burning a fire. Reading my scriptures and finding some insight to my life. Checking email and blogs. Sitting outside with the kids and watching them ride their bikes and play all sorts of imaginary games. Looking around my beautiful warm house and feeling content with life. Going to sleep after a long day.

These are just a few of things I look forward to every day. What about you? Do you find little tidbits to cherish each day? Do you enjoy the journey? I hope you take the time to do so because it'd be sad to miss out on the whole adventure.

Only Through the Lord

I've been pondering a lot on marriage and what makes a marriage successful. Having common interests, respecting each other, working together as a team, setting goals together, communicating, finding couple time, and all those other things are great and do help a marriage thrive. A marriage is like a growing organism. It needs to be fed. If you nourish it, you will reap a happy marriage. If you neglect it, your marriage will decay and fall apart. But the most important ingredient to any happy marriage is the Lord.

I cannot imagine living my life without the gospel. It would be scary to raise my kids without the gospel knowledge and teachings. I know who I am and where I am going and I know what to teach my children to help them thrive and be happy in this life. In the same regard, I cannot imagine living in a marriage without the Lord as a partner. It would be as if our potential as a couple was cut short. We'd never be able to reach the fullness of our ability and experience true joy. And what about the power of the Lord to soften and grind away our rough edges as we turn to Him for guidance and counsel in our marriage? We are more of a team now than we were a year ago and I am sure I will be able to say that with each passing year. We better see our own faults that we need to overcome and let slide the shortcomings in each other. There is no way we could accomplish that without the Lord.

My husband and I come from totally different backgrounds. He grew up in a strong LDS family. I did not. I came from a divorced family that has not been active in the church for many years. Our backgrounds formed and shaped us into the people we were when we got married. We had big differences. I struggled greatly with trust because of the way I grew up and my husband had a hard time understanding that because of his upbringing. It was only through the Lord that we were able to overcome our differences and become one. We still have our moments, but they are less. And we still get tripped up once in awhile by our different families. I come from a very expressive family that is more than open about their problems. This can be a little overwhelming for my husband at times. He often gets frustrated with their inability to see the damage and pain they bring upon themselves.(as do I!) It's crazy for me to get used to a life where there aren't any major dramas and trust that things will be okay. My husband comes from a less emotional family and sometimes I get offended by their laid back manner that may come across as uncaring or superior, even if it is not intended to be that way. But because we are working to "be one" in the Lord, we can rise above our differences.

When my husband first started having more demanding callings and, thus, more meetings it was hard for me. Having not grown up in the church, I struggled with having him gone even more for church callings. I wanted him home and I didn't want to share him with anyone. He had a hard time understanding this because he grew up in a home where one parent or the other was always rushing off to church meetings. That was life! Yet once again, as we turned to the Lord for strength and guidance, we were able to become united. My heart was softened and my faith strengthened and he became more sensitive to my needs. Sometimes it is still hard having him gone as bishop, but because I have the Lord in my life and marriage, I am lifted up and can overcome any negativity that would bring me down.

I just cannot imagine living in a marriage where the husband and wife aren't fully committed to the Lord. I look at my life today and it amazes me. There were so many differences between my husband and I that could have caused great rifts in our relationship, but instead we have been able to overcome them through the Lord and become further bound as one. I hope and pray my children will learn from our example and seek the same kind of marriage for themselves, one that is partnered with the Lord.

What a Dad!

I think my husband is the best dad ever. He is so much fun and knows how to let go and play with the kids. He's busy, but he always finds time for the kids. Last night they wanted to learn Spanish and so asked him for our Spanish dictionary. This led to Marshall telling them all sorts of Spanish words, which then led to him breaking out some of his Latino music. The kids had so much fun running around to Selena and the "bitty-bitty-bum-bum" song. It looked like Anna was having her Quinceanera because she put on her elaborate dress-up ball gown to dance with Dad. They all were rocking out to their heart's content.

Marshall has also been reading "Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory" to the kids at night. Well some nights Jimmy doesn't get to listen because he's a tad too hyper. The girls, especially Anna, have really enjoyed the story. Last night Charlie finally found the golden ticket. Anna was dancing around with excitement over it all. It's really sweet to see Marshall take the time to read to them and open up a whole new world. They so look forward to their special time and are bummed when he has to be gone for meetings.

Tonight Marshall is taking the girls on their yearly special date to see his old Dixie High School's musical. Last year they saw "The Wizard of Oz", which the girls just loved. This year they get to see " Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream coat". The girls know the story of Joseph and are so excited to see it live. Plus they remember that Dad takes them out for ice cream as part of their date. Next year Jimmy should be able to join the group. This year he's still too young. I think it's great that Marshall can introduce one of his greatest passions, theater, to our kids at a young age and see them develop a love for it. He doesn't have to take the time to do that, but he does.

I love my husband and think he is an amazing father. He is the kind of dad my dad was for us as kids. My dad loves hunting, fishing, bowling, and baseball and introduced us to all when we were kids. We'd watch him clean animals from the hunt and he'd tell us all about what he was doing. We'd go fishing, play softball, and hit the bowling alley. I have some great memories from those adventures. Now my kids can look back and cherish these special times with their dad too. It gives me great joy and peace to know my kids have such a great dad.

The Power of TV

All I know, I learned from watching tv. Okay, not really and thank goodness for that. But it has been interesting to see who different tv channels target with their commercials. The stereotyping is so obvious and comical. So far this is what I have learned:

1. Sports channels, especially Versus: Only men watch these shows. Men who drive big trucks and drink alcohol. At least that is what the commercials tell me. And there is a reason why these men feel the need to drive big honkin' trucks that would run over a semi. It's because they are lacking in other important areas. Yep, that's right. These men are all in need of some help down south. No kidding. It seems like every other commercial on Versus is for male enhancement. Enough already, I get the picture. Now we know the REAL secret behind men with big trucks.

2. The History Channel: Only fat people who like to get rich quick watch this channel. There seems to be a commercial for weight loss at every break. Some person showing before pictures of them in a skimpy bathing suit and then after pictures with a toned hard body. And all it took was one little pill! Wow! I really don't like to see anyone in a bikini or bum clinging shorts. And I just don't believe a little pill fixed it all. I'm not fat and I watch the History Channel. Does that mean there is something wrong with me?

And what about those commercials with "Send in your old jewelry and turn it into cash!" I love the lady with the nasally New York accent who tells us how she sent in her ring from her first marriage and got cash the next day. Can you say trashy? C'mon people, there are actually some educated folks out there who do like to learn about history. So cater to me.

3. Kid Networks, ie. Nick, Disney, or Cartoon Network: There are all sorts of commercials here, but thankfully no male enhancement ones. There are tons of toy advertisements. Gotta reach those kids and make them think they want toys. That makes sense and my two year old is convinced that he needs all the toys he sees on tv. "Mom, I want that." Uh-huh.

Then there are the commercials for people in debt. Tons of them about refinancing their homes or some other thing dealing with money. Are all parents of young kids supposed to be in serious debt? Or if I was at home during the day and in debt, would I spend my time watching Dora? Maybe that would help cheer my mood, or drive me to insanity.

And, of course, there are the commercials geared to moms about all sorts of cleaning and beauty products. My now six year-old used to turn to me and say "Mom, that mop is great! Would you like it?" I would if it would make cleaning my floors that easy and fun. Ha! And as for the beauty products, no amount of fancy shampoo is going to make me feel de-stressed and beautiful in my hectic kid filled life. Unless the shampoo has some drug induced effects. That might work.

Ah, the joys of advertising. Now you know which channels you can watch. If you don't fit the stereotypes of these commercials on these channels, then you'll have to tune to something else.

And since we are talking commercials, I leave you the link to my favorite cleaning ads by Swiffer dealing with "Mr. Mop" on you-tube. (The first one is the best!)

YouTube - Broadcast Yourself.

It's Over (Except for Prop 8)

The election is over! Yippee! We are still waiting to hear about California and it is a close call, but at least the Presidential part is over. Whew! We have a new president and even thought he's not my guy, I am glad we are done. My husband and I were talking as we drifted off to sleep last night (our first time to see each other much that day) about how it is just nice to have the election over. Many people are worried that the world is ending because Obama won, but we don't think so. There is too much to be done still with the Gospel.

Just think how amazing it is to witness the history of the first African-American being elected president. Our country has come a long way from being founded with slavery in full swing. Or even since the Civil Rights movement in the sixties. It's great to see the progression we've made and a historical moment take place.

Even though Obama isn't who I wanted, I am not surprised he won. He had a huge following and, unfortunately for McCain, had much more charisma. I am excited to see what the new president is going to do for our country. I am interested to see how many promises he made are going to be kept. (I hope some of them he doesn't keep!) I may not like the man, but I respect his office as president. He's going to be in charge for the next four years and so we better get used to the idea. Marshall and I talked about how we can hope for the best and pray for him to be guided in wisdom in his decisions. It's either that or spend the next four years bitter and predicting destruction at every turn. So we chose to be positive and see what comes of it.

More than anything, I am just so glad the chaos is over. Maybe now we can have some peace from all the campaigning.

Seven wierd or odd things about Me!

Okay Robyne, I'll answer your tag. Here goes!

1. I love Top Ramen. Seriously, I have craved it so much this pregnancy and I can't get enough of the stuff even though I know it is nasty.

2. In high school I wrote feminist poetry, wore steel tipped shoes ("ball busters") and so wanted to use them on a guy, and had my hair shaved in the back. My how the Gospel can change one!

3. I am obsessive compulsive. It used to be really bad, but have calmed down to where I only obsess about the budget and my body now. But I used to have to check doors, touch things, and take sips from a glass a certain number of times. I hate germs and cannot drink from the same cup my kids do. Using a public restroom, especially with my kids, just geeks me. The list could go on.

4. When I was a kid my mom "kidnapped" us from my dad. We had been living with him and going to school in Lancaster. My mom and stepdad took us to the beach for a few weeks and then instead of returning us back to my dad, they enrolled us in school near them and had us live with them. My mom really wanted custody of us and ended up getting it. Craziness.

5. I sleep with one ear plug in every night. I cannot stand noises that aren't consistent. I have to have the fan on to create "white noise" and sleep on my side so my pillow blocks noise in my other ear. This is why having a new born stresses me out because their noises are random.

6. I love cars. I appreciate a fine looking car like I do a work of art or great book. I love to pay attention to the types of cars around me. My dream car would be a 67 Shelby Mustang GT, but that won't be happening anytime soon. I would love to take a mechanics class to learn the basics in car upkeep, but the local college doesn't offer any aside from motorcycle repairs and that does not interest me at all. There is something so satisfying about working on a car and getting all gritty.

7. I used to be baby sat by an Amish woman. It was when my parents were married and my mom worked. I remember their house being kind of stark and our snacks being very simple. But I loved being there and around all the animals and such. We had goose with them one Christmas Eve and my fondest memeory is eating home-made soft pretzels and chocolate milk at a big Amish gathering. It was all sooo good.

So there you have it! I tag Michelle, Annjeanette, and Mindy. Feel free to do it if you want, but I'll leave Bonnie out since she is moving this week!

What's for dinner?

All right people, the time for decision has come. We have waited in vain hope that someone would bring us a take-out menu, but it looks like we're still stuck with the same choices of cream of celery or Spam. So what'll it be?

I personally will be SO glad when tomorrow is over. It am sick of all the mud slinging, oh I mean campaigning, that has been going on. The ridiculous promises and the back biting. I'm not talking about getting my children to clean their rooms, I'm talking about the candidates. I just want them to be quiet and show me what they can do. So I welcome the end of all this insanity.

Unfortunately, the choices haven't changed. Dang! But I still went out and voted early to make my choice. I voted for the cream of celery. Not as exciting as the Spam, but the celery is more appealing and seems a tad bit more realistic than the Spam. The Spam is just too annoying and disgusting for me to want to consider eating. I don't like the Spam and what it stands for. So I chose cream of celery, though not appetizing, at least it is a bit more palatable than the Spam.

I don't care what your choice is going to be for dinner, but you better get your butt out there and make your feelings known. Some say it is hopeless and the Spam will win no matter what. So what?! You still need to put your vote in. I'd be pretty crabby if everyone else chose Spam for dinner and I hadn't at least made my opinion known. I'd only have myself to blame for not exercising my right to vote. Some say Spam will win and the world will end. I doubt that. I've been listening to General Conference again and the brethren have talked about hope, peace, and good things. Sure, hard times will come, but I don't think it's all over yet. The prophet and apostles wouldn't tell us to have hope if everything was going to crash down around us. They are preparing us to be strong for hard times, but a lot of good things must happen still before the end. So get out there and vote. It does make a difference and, more importantly, it's your duty.

Tomorrow we'll find out what is for dinner, Spam or cream of celery. One might be more difficult to swallow down than the other, but at least we can say we had an active part in the choice of meals.

I am insane!

Sometimes I wonder if I am going insane because my emotions are seriously crazy. At times I start crying and think "What is going on here? Why in the world am I crying?" And it often confuses my poor husband because he has no idea if he did something wrong or not. Nope, I'm just insane. My body is full of all sorts of hormones that make crying as easy as breathing. Anything can trigger it like my husband forgetting to say "I love you" one time on the phone, a crabby child, forgetting to buy something at the store, the presidential election, weighing in at the doctors, etc.

This morning is a perfect example of this insanity. I was having a great Sunday morning. The kids were angels about getting ready. We made it to church early, as usual, and life was good. However, before I could finish saying "hi" to Marshall he was whisked away by some sister. When he came back he informed me that he will be at church until after 4 and then has a last minute meeting at 5. For some reason this started some emotional "Sue pity party" where I start to cry. Open the flood gates!It's not out right bawling, but slow tears. I am wondering "what is going on here?" as I sit throughout sacrament meeting and cry. There have been numerous times when Marshall has had something last minute come up that keeps him away from home longer. And most Sundays he doesn't get home until after 4pm. If he gets home early it is a treat. So I had no idea why this affected me so much. I kept trying to slyly wipe away tears and yet they kept coming. It was so annoying. It was like the "off" button in my eyes was broken. Finally I had to take Jimmy out (lame excuse) and go to the bathroom to freshen up. Of course, by that time I had cried so much that I ended up with a sinus headache and went home early from church after I got the kids to their classes. Well, that reason and the whole fact that I was falling apart in the middle of church. I am sure some people wondered what on earth was going on. That's what I'd like to know!

I'm really not depressed and my world is not ending. But I am pregnant so I am going to have to blame this episode on my crazy hormones. It's one thing to go all emotionally hysterical at home, but quite another to have it happen in public. What an adventure! Just another reason to show that pregnant women really are truly amazing for all they go through to have a baby and that December 30th is welcome to come sooner. Please!