Monday, December 29, 2008
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas! We hope you all have a safe, healthy, and happy Christmas. And remember the real reason for the season, the celebration of the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. What an incredible gift that knwoledge is to us all!
And as a side note, I won't be writing any time soon as on Friday I am going to be induced and have my own little miracle!
Merry Christmas!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Blagojevich Revisited
You all know how much I love Governor Rod Blagojevich of Illinois. Like I mentioned in my previous blog about him, I saw him a lot on the news when we lived in Indiana, a part of "Chicagoland". I didn't like the man. We all know why he is in trouble and my hopes have come true that he is continuing to prove himself a raving idiot.
Now if you were a leader caught doing something naughty and the whole country knew, would you 1)admit your wrong and gracefully step down from office or 2)deny it ever happened and cling to your power kicking and screaming? It's a hard choice, I know, so take your time to ponder.
Last night I was watching the news and heard the latest on our friend who states "I have done nothing wrong. I will fight until my last breath." Now remember we are talking about him being caught trying to sell Obama's Senate seat. I am beginning to wonder if the daily ritual in Blagojevich's office is to smoke their morning pot along with drinking their morning coffee. Or maybe he lives in a world called "opposite land". Better yet, perhaps he is just stark raving mad. I can't decide which it is. I guess I need to check up on my laws, but I always thought trying to sell a Senate seat was a bad thing. It reminds me of my favorite quote from Frost/Nixon, which is about Watergate (and no I haven't seen it because it is rated "R"), by President Nixon, "I didn't say it wasn't illegal. It's just not illegal when the President does it." Once again, I needed that clarification because I thought laws applied to everyone. Whew! I guess I need to be on a power trip to be above the law.
As for "fighting until my last breath", stop being so dramatic Rod. We're not talking about you having a good cause to fight for. Sweetie, this isn't some Holy Crusade. This is about kicking your corrupt butt out of office for failing to live up to your duties as governor by your illegal actions. Don't tell me you've always tried to serve the people. I didn't know the people have been begging you to sell off a Senate seat for your own profit. Just give up! You're beat, my friend.
But see, I was right. I said he wouldn't go down without a fight. And he is continuing to amaze us all with his witty and logical reasoning. What will he do next? Oh how boring this world would be if we didn't have corrupt politicians!
Now if you were a leader caught doing something naughty and the whole country knew, would you 1)admit your wrong and gracefully step down from office or 2)deny it ever happened and cling to your power kicking and screaming? It's a hard choice, I know, so take your time to ponder.
Last night I was watching the news and heard the latest on our friend who states "I have done nothing wrong. I will fight until my last breath." Now remember we are talking about him being caught trying to sell Obama's Senate seat. I am beginning to wonder if the daily ritual in Blagojevich's office is to smoke their morning pot along with drinking their morning coffee. Or maybe he lives in a world called "opposite land". Better yet, perhaps he is just stark raving mad. I can't decide which it is. I guess I need to check up on my laws, but I always thought trying to sell a Senate seat was a bad thing. It reminds me of my favorite quote from Frost/Nixon, which is about Watergate (and no I haven't seen it because it is rated "R"), by President Nixon, "I didn't say it wasn't illegal. It's just not illegal when the President does it." Once again, I needed that clarification because I thought laws applied to everyone. Whew! I guess I need to be on a power trip to be above the law.
As for "fighting until my last breath", stop being so dramatic Rod. We're not talking about you having a good cause to fight for. Sweetie, this isn't some Holy Crusade. This is about kicking your corrupt butt out of office for failing to live up to your duties as governor by your illegal actions. Don't tell me you've always tried to serve the people. I didn't know the people have been begging you to sell off a Senate seat for your own profit. Just give up! You're beat, my friend.
But see, I was right. I said he wouldn't go down without a fight. And he is continuing to amaze us all with his witty and logical reasoning. What will he do next? Oh how boring this world would be if we didn't have corrupt politicians!
Monday, December 22, 2008
The Perfect Picture
Jimmy came home from Nursery yesterday with a Christmas card they had made for him. I love the card because the picture is all Jimmy, my sweet little guy, when he is not defending the world from bad guys. It's so adorable. Looking at it makes me want to scoop him up and cover him in kisses.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
The Blessing of Old Carpet
Our house is eleven years old and I love it. I never dreamed my first house, especially in St. George, would be so nice. There may be things I would change, as with any house, but overall I just love my home. Except every Saturday when I vacuum I am reminded of how much I hate the old carpet in the toy room, stairs, and upstairs. I am sure the carpet is as old as the house. And for some reason it is a light beige, which is just a silly choice especially when people actually dare to live in the home. Needless to say, there are quite a few stains on the carpet. I notice them every time I vacuum and it bugs me. One day my dream is to get the rest of the house carpeted like the family and living room. But for now I just "suffer".
As I was vacuuming this week and noticing a few more marks from the kids on the carpet, I started to let myself get annoyed. Then a thought popped into my head "At least you have carpet and in your OWN home." It made me think. This is true. I was focusing on one little part about my house that bugged me and was missing out on the bigger blessing. I mean who doesn't have a few marks on their carpet and if so, who cares? The story of getting our house is surely a blessing and I can't say when it began because I am sure the Lord was preparing us for years to be where we are in life.
I'll start after law school so as to spare you the rest. We had been renting in St. George for a little less than a year and saw no reason to move. We had planned on renting for some time to save up for a house. But then my husband got a bug in his pants about house hunting. He thought we should start and I said "Okay." It was a completely scary process for me (because hello, buying a house is a huge investment), but I trusted my husband's answer to prayers. We found a great house that was nicer than we had hoped for and made an offer. It all worked out for us so that we were able to get the home. Some work needed to be done, especially on the yard, but nothing major. We didn't know at the time that the economy would be struggling so much in the future over house loans and then later bailouts. Had we waited a few months, we probably wouldn't have been able to get the financing we did and be able to buy a house. But we did. And we had no idea my husband would be called as bishop since a new bishop was put in the week before we moved in. Who would have imagined the blessings this calling has brought to our family? It is overwhelming to see how the Lord got us to be where we are, where He needed us to be.
And here I am grumbling about carpet. I think sometimes we forget the bigger picture, the greater blessings in our lives. We get focused on something not being just right and forget the blessings we do have. Being nine months pregnant is very uncomfortable, but I am so blessed to be able to bring life into this world and take part of that sacred process. Or what about our bodies? We complain about them not being perfect, but we have bodies and for the most part they work! Who cares if we don't meet some societal standard, we have a body! We're living and fulfilling our divine destiny! Isn't that an amazing miracle in itself?
Sometimes we just miss the big picture. This can be applied to any aspect of life. I often imagine the Lord smacking his hand against his head and saying "When is she going to get it? When will she stop whining and see the big picture?" Thank goodness He is perfect and, therefore, patient and loving despite my blindness. We are all so very blessed. We just need to overlook the little snags in life, like old carpet, and recognize what blessings we do have.
As I was vacuuming this week and noticing a few more marks from the kids on the carpet, I started to let myself get annoyed. Then a thought popped into my head "At least you have carpet and in your OWN home." It made me think. This is true. I was focusing on one little part about my house that bugged me and was missing out on the bigger blessing. I mean who doesn't have a few marks on their carpet and if so, who cares? The story of getting our house is surely a blessing and I can't say when it began because I am sure the Lord was preparing us for years to be where we are in life.
I'll start after law school so as to spare you the rest. We had been renting in St. George for a little less than a year and saw no reason to move. We had planned on renting for some time to save up for a house. But then my husband got a bug in his pants about house hunting. He thought we should start and I said "Okay." It was a completely scary process for me (because hello, buying a house is a huge investment), but I trusted my husband's answer to prayers. We found a great house that was nicer than we had hoped for and made an offer. It all worked out for us so that we were able to get the home. Some work needed to be done, especially on the yard, but nothing major. We didn't know at the time that the economy would be struggling so much in the future over house loans and then later bailouts. Had we waited a few months, we probably wouldn't have been able to get the financing we did and be able to buy a house. But we did. And we had no idea my husband would be called as bishop since a new bishop was put in the week before we moved in. Who would have imagined the blessings this calling has brought to our family? It is overwhelming to see how the Lord got us to be where we are, where He needed us to be.
And here I am grumbling about carpet. I think sometimes we forget the bigger picture, the greater blessings in our lives. We get focused on something not being just right and forget the blessings we do have. Being nine months pregnant is very uncomfortable, but I am so blessed to be able to bring life into this world and take part of that sacred process. Or what about our bodies? We complain about them not being perfect, but we have bodies and for the most part they work! Who cares if we don't meet some societal standard, we have a body! We're living and fulfilling our divine destiny! Isn't that an amazing miracle in itself?
Sometimes we just miss the big picture. This can be applied to any aspect of life. I often imagine the Lord smacking his hand against his head and saying "When is she going to get it? When will she stop whining and see the big picture?" Thank goodness He is perfect and, therefore, patient and loving despite my blindness. We are all so very blessed. We just need to overlook the little snags in life, like old carpet, and recognize what blessings we do have.
Friday, December 19, 2008
My Twelve Days of Christmas
"The Twelve Days of Christmas" by Lee Greenwood is a fun song, but I often find it annoying. And it's really not practical for my needs. I really don't want a bunch of noisy stinky birds, men leaping around in tights, milk maids, rings, and all sorts of loud chaos. If my "true love" really loved me, he'd know better. So I came up with my own version of the song, one I find more practical to my needs and one I can only dream of coming true.
On the first day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
A Jimmy using big boy undies
On the second day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Two hours of labor and delivery,
And a Jimmy using big boy undies.
On the third day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Three non-crabby kids,
Two hours of labor and delivery,
And a Jimmy using big boy undies.
On the fourth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Four daily back rubs,
Three non-crabby kids,
Two hours of labor and delivery,
And a Jimmy using big boy undies.
On the fifth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Five rotating personal chefs,
Four daily back rubs,
Three non-crabby kids,
Two hours of labor and delivery,
And a Jimmy using big boy undies.
On the sixth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Six 24 hour maids,
Five rotating personal chefs,
Four daily back rubs,
Three non-crabby kids,
Two hours of labor and delivery,
And a Jimmy using big boy undies.
On the seventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Seven weekly dates,
Six 24 hour maids,
Five rotating personal chefs,
Four daily back rubs,
Three non-crabby kids,
Two hours of labor and delivery,
And a Jimmy using big boy undies.
On the eighth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eight perfectly fitting bras,
Seven weekly dates,
Six 24 hour maids,
Five rotating personal chefs,
Four daily back rubs,
Three non-crabby kids,
Two hours of labor and delivery,
And a Jimmy using big boy undies.
On the ninth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Nine personal trainers,
Eight perfectly fitting bras,
Seven weekly dates,
Six 24 hour maids,
Five rotating personal chefs,
Four daily back rubs,
Three non-crabby kids,
Two hours of labor and delivery,
And a Jimmy using big boy undies.
On the tenth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Ten pounds less of baby weight,
Nine personal trainers,
Eight perfectly fitting bras,
Seven weekly dates,
Six 24 hour maids,
Five rotating personal chefs,
Four daily back rubs,
Three non-crabby kids,
Two hours of labor and delivery,
And a Jimmy using big boy undies.
On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eleven days at Disneyland,
Ten pounds less of baby weight,
Nine personal trainers,
Eight perfectly fitting bras,
Seven weekly dates,
Six 24 hour maids,
Five rotating personal chefs,
Four daily back rubs,
Three non-crabby kids,
Two hours of labor and delivery,
And a Jimmy using big boy undies.
On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Twelve hours of undisturbed sleep,
Eleven days at Disneyland,
Ten pounds less of baby weight,
Nine personal trainers,
Eight perfectly fitting bras,
Seven weekly dates,
Six 24 hour maids,
Five rotating personal chefs,
Four daily back rubs,
Three non-crabby kids,
Two hours of labor and delivery,
And a Jimmy using big boy undies!
On the first day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
A Jimmy using big boy undies
On the second day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Two hours of labor and delivery,
And a Jimmy using big boy undies.
On the third day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Three non-crabby kids,
Two hours of labor and delivery,
And a Jimmy using big boy undies.
On the fourth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Four daily back rubs,
Three non-crabby kids,
Two hours of labor and delivery,
And a Jimmy using big boy undies.
On the fifth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Five rotating personal chefs,
Four daily back rubs,
Three non-crabby kids,
Two hours of labor and delivery,
And a Jimmy using big boy undies.
On the sixth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Six 24 hour maids,
Five rotating personal chefs,
Four daily back rubs,
Three non-crabby kids,
Two hours of labor and delivery,
And a Jimmy using big boy undies.
On the seventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Seven weekly dates,
Six 24 hour maids,
Five rotating personal chefs,
Four daily back rubs,
Three non-crabby kids,
Two hours of labor and delivery,
And a Jimmy using big boy undies.
On the eighth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eight perfectly fitting bras,
Seven weekly dates,
Six 24 hour maids,
Five rotating personal chefs,
Four daily back rubs,
Three non-crabby kids,
Two hours of labor and delivery,
And a Jimmy using big boy undies.
On the ninth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Nine personal trainers,
Eight perfectly fitting bras,
Seven weekly dates,
Six 24 hour maids,
Five rotating personal chefs,
Four daily back rubs,
Three non-crabby kids,
Two hours of labor and delivery,
And a Jimmy using big boy undies.
On the tenth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Ten pounds less of baby weight,
Nine personal trainers,
Eight perfectly fitting bras,
Seven weekly dates,
Six 24 hour maids,
Five rotating personal chefs,
Four daily back rubs,
Three non-crabby kids,
Two hours of labor and delivery,
And a Jimmy using big boy undies.
On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eleven days at Disneyland,
Ten pounds less of baby weight,
Nine personal trainers,
Eight perfectly fitting bras,
Seven weekly dates,
Six 24 hour maids,
Five rotating personal chefs,
Four daily back rubs,
Three non-crabby kids,
Two hours of labor and delivery,
And a Jimmy using big boy undies.
On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Twelve hours of undisturbed sleep,
Eleven days at Disneyland,
Ten pounds less of baby weight,
Nine personal trainers,
Eight perfectly fitting bras,
Seven weekly dates,
Six 24 hour maids,
Five rotating personal chefs,
Four daily back rubs,
Three non-crabby kids,
Two hours of labor and delivery,
And a Jimmy using big boy undies!
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Snow Day!!!!
No school today because of the snow we got last night, something like 3-5 inches. Not normal for St. George. It's the first snow day in ten years, or so the paper says. Anna is very excited and finally got to make her real snowman. She was the last one outside playing. We were able to have a little nowball fight. poor kid just wanted someone to alst ourside with her, but her siblings and 9 month pregnant mom just aren't super fun.
Jimmy also had a blast running around in the snow. He even tried to ride his bike before he got stuck in snow.
Rachel, the girl with no fat, lasted only a few minutes. She came inside screaming that she was cold and so now is huddled under a blanket. Good thing we don't get snow often!
Jimmy also had a blast running around in the snow. He even tried to ride his bike before he got stuck in snow.
Rachel, the girl with no fat, lasted only a few minutes. She came inside screaming that she was cold and so now is huddled under a blanket. Good thing we don't get snow often!
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Moron Alert
I love people, especially stupid people who shoot off their mouths without having all the facts. In Tuesday's paper there was a wonderful "Letter to the Editor" that echoed this genius at work. The man writing in was condemning the LDS for it's hypocritical actions of fighting against Proposition 8 in California, but then ignoring the obvious problems in the "Mormon community" in regards to the polygamists. The following is an except of this so well thought out argument:
"I realize that the LDS church is probably the most powerful, wealthy and influential single entity in the state of Utah. But to use the guise of their "moral convictions" to determine any citizen's right to marry is outrageous. I have yet to see or hear of any campaign from the LDS church to apply their moral righteousness to the blatant illegal and immoral activity within the Mormon community itself. The LDS church obviously has no problem with the common FLDS practice of middle-aged men sexually abusing children; taking several underage girls as their "spiritual" wives and condemning them to life-long servitude. Instead, it chooses to impose it's "moral standard" to deny marriage rights to adults of the same sex. What hypocrisy."
Hello, moron, try checking your facts first. The LDS church has no association with the FLDS church, therefore, why is it the LDS church's sole responsibility to oust the FLDS from practice? I admit I am not an expert on the history of what has been done to stop the polygamists. I know about government raids in the past, etc. But to put the whole blame on the LDS church for the existence of the FLDS church seems asinine. If this gentleman had tried to learn a little bit about the LDS doctrine, he would see that such behavior by the FLDS is in strong contradiction to our LDS beliefs. Don't tell me that my church has no problem with the practice that goes on in the FLDS church. I didn't know polygamy existed until I moved to southern Utah. I was horrified to find out that people still practice it and think it is a heavenly mandate. The first time I saw a polygamist, I was taken aback. I grew up around Amish and Mennonite people and they were always so kind and friendly towards us "English". They are a happy loving people. But these oddly dressed folks in southern Utah who separated themselves from the rest did not seem at all friendly or happy. It was baffling to me. I am still trying to bend my mind around the whole concept. And every LDS person I have talked to about it has felt the same as me towards this horrible practice. So you're wrong Mister in thinking we have "no problem" with this issue. The LDS church makes all the effort it can to disassociate itself from these people.
As for condoning child and spousal abuse, I don't think so. My husband is a bishop and as such people come to see him to repent of various sins. These are things he keeps confidential between himself and the said person. However, in the case of abuse, he has to inform the proper authorities. There is no tolerance for such things in the LDS church. Get your facts straight, buddy.
"No, I am not Mormon and not gay. I am a 63-year-old Vietnam veteran and was raised in a loving Christian home. I was taught to respect the personal religious beliefs of any individual and that I had no right to impose my beliefs on anyone."
Good for you for not being Mormon or gay. As for being a Vietnam vet, what is the point of mentioning that? You know, you fought in a war that created a lot of controversy. By going and fighting you were taking a stand for something you believed in.
I too respect the personal religious beliefs of others. And the last time I checked there wasn't any requirement to go to the temple that included verbally or physically attacking any who believed different than me. What happened in California concerning the church was our ability to exercise our rights to practice free speech and stand up for what we believe in. We did not use violent means. And the majority of the voters who did vote for Proposition 8 were not LDS. So please, check your facts.
I know I shouldn't get so worked up over someone so stupid, but sometimes I can't help it. I don't like it when people tell me what I believe or that I should be ashamed because I allow something like polygamy to go on. Not true. Plus my writing material would be far less if there weren't idiots in the world like this guy. I know, not everyone has the blessing of a functioning brain, but still I think it wise to have some facts before shooting off one's mouth.
"I realize that the LDS church is probably the most powerful, wealthy and influential single entity in the state of Utah. But to use the guise of their "moral convictions" to determine any citizen's right to marry is outrageous. I have yet to see or hear of any campaign from the LDS church to apply their moral righteousness to the blatant illegal and immoral activity within the Mormon community itself. The LDS church obviously has no problem with the common FLDS practice of middle-aged men sexually abusing children; taking several underage girls as their "spiritual" wives and condemning them to life-long servitude. Instead, it chooses to impose it's "moral standard" to deny marriage rights to adults of the same sex. What hypocrisy."
Hello, moron, try checking your facts first. The LDS church has no association with the FLDS church, therefore, why is it the LDS church's sole responsibility to oust the FLDS from practice? I admit I am not an expert on the history of what has been done to stop the polygamists. I know about government raids in the past, etc. But to put the whole blame on the LDS church for the existence of the FLDS church seems asinine. If this gentleman had tried to learn a little bit about the LDS doctrine, he would see that such behavior by the FLDS is in strong contradiction to our LDS beliefs. Don't tell me that my church has no problem with the practice that goes on in the FLDS church. I didn't know polygamy existed until I moved to southern Utah. I was horrified to find out that people still practice it and think it is a heavenly mandate. The first time I saw a polygamist, I was taken aback. I grew up around Amish and Mennonite people and they were always so kind and friendly towards us "English". They are a happy loving people. But these oddly dressed folks in southern Utah who separated themselves from the rest did not seem at all friendly or happy. It was baffling to me. I am still trying to bend my mind around the whole concept. And every LDS person I have talked to about it has felt the same as me towards this horrible practice. So you're wrong Mister in thinking we have "no problem" with this issue. The LDS church makes all the effort it can to disassociate itself from these people.
As for condoning child and spousal abuse, I don't think so. My husband is a bishop and as such people come to see him to repent of various sins. These are things he keeps confidential between himself and the said person. However, in the case of abuse, he has to inform the proper authorities. There is no tolerance for such things in the LDS church. Get your facts straight, buddy.
"No, I am not Mormon and not gay. I am a 63-year-old Vietnam veteran and was raised in a loving Christian home. I was taught to respect the personal religious beliefs of any individual and that I had no right to impose my beliefs on anyone."
Good for you for not being Mormon or gay. As for being a Vietnam vet, what is the point of mentioning that? You know, you fought in a war that created a lot of controversy. By going and fighting you were taking a stand for something you believed in.
I too respect the personal religious beliefs of others. And the last time I checked there wasn't any requirement to go to the temple that included verbally or physically attacking any who believed different than me. What happened in California concerning the church was our ability to exercise our rights to practice free speech and stand up for what we believe in. We did not use violent means. And the majority of the voters who did vote for Proposition 8 were not LDS. So please, check your facts.
I know I shouldn't get so worked up over someone so stupid, but sometimes I can't help it. I don't like it when people tell me what I believe or that I should be ashamed because I allow something like polygamy to go on. Not true. Plus my writing material would be far less if there weren't idiots in the world like this guy. I know, not everyone has the blessing of a functioning brain, but still I think it wise to have some facts before shooting off one's mouth.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Gingerbread Men Fun
Last night for part of our FHE we decorated gingerbread men. It's a favorite tradition in our home. Lots of frosting, sprinkles, and candy were involved. Rachel and Anna even made "Baby Jacob" gingerbread men. It was great!
Marshall's quick on the draw to avoid any more sprinkles on Jimmy's part. The more sugar the merrier!
Look at that sugar high waiting to happen!
Marshall's quick on the draw to avoid any more sprinkles on Jimmy's part. The more sugar the merrier!
Look at that sugar high waiting to happen!
Snow!
Yesterday it snowed all day. It didn't amount to much, but the kids still had fun and got to drink lots of hot chocolate. Rachel did declare by the end of the day that she was ready for the snow to be gone becuase it was too cold. We are such wimps!
This is what we call a St. George snowman because he's vertically challenged due to teh lack of snow. Still Anna made a good attempt to make him.
Excited to see snow!
This is what we call a St. George snowman because he's vertically challenged due to teh lack of snow. Still Anna made a good attempt to make him.
Excited to see snow!
Monday, December 15, 2008
The True Trial
We all have different trials we experience in life. Addictions, depression, financial loss, familial loss, infertility, inactive family members, divorce, long-term illness, etc. The list could go on and on of all the possible trials we can experience in this mortal existence. But I believe the greatest challenge we undergo is how we allow these earthly trials to shape the person we become. The ability to take the good that we gain from surviving such trials and pushing aside the bitter feelings that can result from such experiences. I have seen too many people consumed by their hardships until they become bitter and unkind people. They are left to stand alone and they are miserable for it.
I remember sitting around with a group of mothers once and hearing one talk about how she had the hardest time keeping up with her child's laundry. She had only one child, but was having difficulty with all the clothes her daughter went through. I was a bit shocked when another mother replied "Oh that's nothing. Wait until you have four kids. Then you'll see." This response made it seem like the young mother's feelings were invalid. How dare she complain because she only had one child. She didn't really know what it was like to be overwhelmed by laundry. The rest of us in the group were a little taken aback. Since then I've tried to not belittle someone else's feelings regardless of their situation. I have three kids now, but I remember feeling very overwhelmed with one child at times. I'm not about to tell an exhausted mother of one that she can't complain because she has no idea how "it really is".
The same applies to trials. I think the human part of us wants to hold on to bitterness and declare to those around us "You don't have it as bad as I do! You don't know what it is like so anything you say is invalid or insensitive because you aren't walking in my shoes." True, I don't know what it is like to deal with certain trials like poor health or drug addictions. I don't know what it feels like to go through infertility treatment or to have a parent die at a young age. But I try to have compassion for such people and hope they will have it for me in my struggles.
For the longest time I had a chip on my shoulder when it came to the experiences I had had growing up. I had a crazy childhood with inactive divorced parents and my mom going through various relationships. It sure as heck shaped me into one bitter angst filled young woman who hated men and was extremely jealous of those families I saw sitting together in church on Sundays. I used to think "They have no idea how lucky they are! They don't know my pain! It's not fair!" But finally, through the Atonement, I was able to see that these feelings of bitterness weren't helping me. They were turning me into a hardened person with little compassion and that wasn't who I wanted to be. Had these people done anything wrong to merit my jealousy? No, they just were blessed in ways I wasn't. But I failed to have compassion and love for them. I took it personally, which was silly because their blessings had nothing to do with me.
It was only through the Atonement that I was able to gain understanding and leave the bitter behind. The Savior does know all and can succor us because of who He is. We can turn to Him during our trials and seek strength, love, and comfort from Him, even when we feel all alone. And He will bless us to overcome. We will rise victorious over our trials if we put Him first. He will put people in our lives who can help us be strong. He will enable us to learn the good from our trials and leave the bitter behind so that we can become better people and better be able to succor those around us. I know if I had never learned to let go of my hurt feelings from my past I would have been dwarfed spiritually, never being able to attempt to reach my full potential. Of course, i am not always perfect at pushing aside those feelings. They can still be triggered at times. But the more I turn to the Savior and look to Him to make me whole, the less I struggle and the more I triumph.
I remember sitting around with a group of mothers once and hearing one talk about how she had the hardest time keeping up with her child's laundry. She had only one child, but was having difficulty with all the clothes her daughter went through. I was a bit shocked when another mother replied "Oh that's nothing. Wait until you have four kids. Then you'll see." This response made it seem like the young mother's feelings were invalid. How dare she complain because she only had one child. She didn't really know what it was like to be overwhelmed by laundry. The rest of us in the group were a little taken aback. Since then I've tried to not belittle someone else's feelings regardless of their situation. I have three kids now, but I remember feeling very overwhelmed with one child at times. I'm not about to tell an exhausted mother of one that she can't complain because she has no idea how "it really is".
The same applies to trials. I think the human part of us wants to hold on to bitterness and declare to those around us "You don't have it as bad as I do! You don't know what it is like so anything you say is invalid or insensitive because you aren't walking in my shoes." True, I don't know what it is like to deal with certain trials like poor health or drug addictions. I don't know what it feels like to go through infertility treatment or to have a parent die at a young age. But I try to have compassion for such people and hope they will have it for me in my struggles.
For the longest time I had a chip on my shoulder when it came to the experiences I had had growing up. I had a crazy childhood with inactive divorced parents and my mom going through various relationships. It sure as heck shaped me into one bitter angst filled young woman who hated men and was extremely jealous of those families I saw sitting together in church on Sundays. I used to think "They have no idea how lucky they are! They don't know my pain! It's not fair!" But finally, through the Atonement, I was able to see that these feelings of bitterness weren't helping me. They were turning me into a hardened person with little compassion and that wasn't who I wanted to be. Had these people done anything wrong to merit my jealousy? No, they just were blessed in ways I wasn't. But I failed to have compassion and love for them. I took it personally, which was silly because their blessings had nothing to do with me.
It was only through the Atonement that I was able to gain understanding and leave the bitter behind. The Savior does know all and can succor us because of who He is. We can turn to Him during our trials and seek strength, love, and comfort from Him, even when we feel all alone. And He will bless us to overcome. We will rise victorious over our trials if we put Him first. He will put people in our lives who can help us be strong. He will enable us to learn the good from our trials and leave the bitter behind so that we can become better people and better be able to succor those around us. I know if I had never learned to let go of my hurt feelings from my past I would have been dwarfed spiritually, never being able to attempt to reach my full potential. Of course, i am not always perfect at pushing aside those feelings. They can still be triggered at times. But the more I turn to the Savior and look to Him to make me whole, the less I struggle and the more I triumph.
Put the shoes down!
I read in the paper today about President Bush being attacked by a protester during a news conference in Iraq. Said protester yelled in Arabic, "This is your farewell kiss, you dog!" and then hurled a pair of size 10 shoes at the President. Luckily, Bush ducked and the shoes hit a wall instead. Obviously, this man wasn't a fan of Bush's war policy in Iraq.
I am all for people being able to speak their minds and have an opinion that differs from mine. That is fine. But what I have a hard time with is people who try to get their views across by violent means. "I hate President Bush and his war in my country so I am going to throw shoes at him!" Yes, that'll teach him! Granted, shoes are probably the only "weapon" this guy could get close to the President, but still it sounds ridiculous.
I love discussing differing opinions on a wide range of subjects with people. I always come away learning something. But when someone starts acting up it kind of turns my mind off to what they are trying to say. For example, after Proposition 8 was passed in California, there were mass protests that involved violence, destruction of property, and just pure hatred. Yeah, I am really going to listen to you argument and deem you a rational person as you fling hate filled insults at me while spray painting my house. I don't think so. Any chance you had at getting my attention and having me treat you like a dignified human being left the moment you picked up that can of spray paint. Don't these protesters understand that once they turn to violent means people pretty much don't listen to what they have to say and rather see them as irrational jerks? Probably not because most of these people are too filled with hate. If I were the President, chucking a pair fo shoes at my head won't make me reconsider the war.
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. had the right idea when it came to non-violent protests. It was kind of hard to ignore the message that was being conveyed by the protesters. They did it peacefully and it turned out that the police ended up looking like the bad guys. People started to reconsider and really think about the way black people were treated. The same applies for the persecution for the early Saints. Sure, people didn't like the church, but many were amazed at the perseverance of it's members. "Will these people never give up their cause?" No. And because the Saints stuck it out and did so quietly, they were able to eventually flourish and remain strong. How damaging it would have been to early Church it they returned the abuse unleashed upon them back to their abusers. Nothing would have been accomplished.
If you want me to listen to your point of view don't come running at me with hate filled words, spray paint, or shoes. Act like a rational and semi-intelligent human being and then perhaps I will treat you like one.
I am all for people being able to speak their minds and have an opinion that differs from mine. That is fine. But what I have a hard time with is people who try to get their views across by violent means. "I hate President Bush and his war in my country so I am going to throw shoes at him!" Yes, that'll teach him! Granted, shoes are probably the only "weapon" this guy could get close to the President, but still it sounds ridiculous.
I love discussing differing opinions on a wide range of subjects with people. I always come away learning something. But when someone starts acting up it kind of turns my mind off to what they are trying to say. For example, after Proposition 8 was passed in California, there were mass protests that involved violence, destruction of property, and just pure hatred. Yeah, I am really going to listen to you argument and deem you a rational person as you fling hate filled insults at me while spray painting my house. I don't think so. Any chance you had at getting my attention and having me treat you like a dignified human being left the moment you picked up that can of spray paint. Don't these protesters understand that once they turn to violent means people pretty much don't listen to what they have to say and rather see them as irrational jerks? Probably not because most of these people are too filled with hate. If I were the President, chucking a pair fo shoes at my head won't make me reconsider the war.
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. had the right idea when it came to non-violent protests. It was kind of hard to ignore the message that was being conveyed by the protesters. They did it peacefully and it turned out that the police ended up looking like the bad guys. People started to reconsider and really think about the way black people were treated. The same applies for the persecution for the early Saints. Sure, people didn't like the church, but many were amazed at the perseverance of it's members. "Will these people never give up their cause?" No. And because the Saints stuck it out and did so quietly, they were able to eventually flourish and remain strong. How damaging it would have been to early Church it they returned the abuse unleashed upon them back to their abusers. Nothing would have been accomplished.
If you want me to listen to your point of view don't come running at me with hate filled words, spray paint, or shoes. Act like a rational and semi-intelligent human being and then perhaps I will treat you like one.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Those Sweet Reminders
Christmas is always a tough time of year for kids. The anticipation of waiting for Santa to come. Trying extra hard to be good. Acting out because it seems like Christmas morning will NEVER come. It's hard being a kid. Add to that the excitement and craziness of waiting for a baby to come and you've pretty much summed up our house.
It seems to me that my kids have lost the ability to say "please". Tantrums from the younger two are more apparent. Disobedience seems to abound. Fighting is daily. Sometimes I get so frustrated with the kids, but then I have to try and remember things from their perspective. They have a lot going on in their lives right now. Their world is about the change forever and they are not sure what all that entails. Mom is tired and sore a lot, her patience is less, and she can't do all the fun things she used to. Dad just finished tithing settlement and has been busy going to work at early early hours to get in as much time before the baby comes. Mom and Dad are both anxious and excited for the big change too, which means they tend to overreact at times.
That is why I am so grateful for people outside of our home who constantly tell me what good kids I have. I know my children are good people, I just need to be reminded of that at times. I know I overreact at times and think they are just being monsters, but overall they are great kids. They have their bad moments like anyone and right now they have a lot going on. Christmas is coming, baby is due to arrive whenever, and Dad is busy being bishop. That's a lot for them. I think they've handled it all so well.
I also enjoy those little tender moments when I see what good people they are becoming. Wednesday I took the kids to the store to get the baby's car seat. We also ended up picking out presents for the baby too. The kids have been begging to buy presents for "Baby Jacob". They had so much fun looking at baby toys and making their selections. They made plans for playing with the baby. They are just so excited to meet him and love him. And they try their best to help out mom when she is too tired or sore to do much. They look out for me. On Monday night we had the Relief Society president stopped by for a quick chat with Marshall. The kids all know her because she stops by a lot seeing as how she is the bishop's right hand woman. Anna heard part of their conversation and asked if everything was all right. Marshall told her that they were just talking about some people who may not have money to buy Christmas presents. Anna's immediate response was "Well, we can use some of our money to buy presents for them!" I am often reminded how sweet my children are.
Even though this time of year is hard for them with Christmas and the baby coming, they are doing their best. They are precious little children who brighten my life daily with their creativity and sense of humor. I would be so void without them and I would not be a better person if it wasn't for all they teach me. I am grateful for each of their personalities and the flavor they bring to our home. And I am proud of them for being such great kids.
It seems to me that my kids have lost the ability to say "please". Tantrums from the younger two are more apparent. Disobedience seems to abound. Fighting is daily. Sometimes I get so frustrated with the kids, but then I have to try and remember things from their perspective. They have a lot going on in their lives right now. Their world is about the change forever and they are not sure what all that entails. Mom is tired and sore a lot, her patience is less, and she can't do all the fun things she used to. Dad just finished tithing settlement and has been busy going to work at early early hours to get in as much time before the baby comes. Mom and Dad are both anxious and excited for the big change too, which means they tend to overreact at times.
That is why I am so grateful for people outside of our home who constantly tell me what good kids I have. I know my children are good people, I just need to be reminded of that at times. I know I overreact at times and think they are just being monsters, but overall they are great kids. They have their bad moments like anyone and right now they have a lot going on. Christmas is coming, baby is due to arrive whenever, and Dad is busy being bishop. That's a lot for them. I think they've handled it all so well.
I also enjoy those little tender moments when I see what good people they are becoming. Wednesday I took the kids to the store to get the baby's car seat. We also ended up picking out presents for the baby too. The kids have been begging to buy presents for "Baby Jacob". They had so much fun looking at baby toys and making their selections. They made plans for playing with the baby. They are just so excited to meet him and love him. And they try their best to help out mom when she is too tired or sore to do much. They look out for me. On Monday night we had the Relief Society president stopped by for a quick chat with Marshall. The kids all know her because she stops by a lot seeing as how she is the bishop's right hand woman. Anna heard part of their conversation and asked if everything was all right. Marshall told her that they were just talking about some people who may not have money to buy Christmas presents. Anna's immediate response was "Well, we can use some of our money to buy presents for them!" I am often reminded how sweet my children are.
Even though this time of year is hard for them with Christmas and the baby coming, they are doing their best. They are precious little children who brighten my life daily with their creativity and sense of humor. I would be so void without them and I would not be a better person if it wasn't for all they teach me. I am grateful for each of their personalities and the flavor they bring to our home. And I am proud of them for being such great kids.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Another Political "Genius"
I always admire people who don't give up without a fight, but there are times when one should "throw in the towel", especially if that one was caught doing illegal activities and arrested for said activities. Not that I am referring to anyone in particular, Governor Rod Blagojevich, or anything like that. Not at all.
I remember Governor Blagojevich from when we lived in Indiana and I didn't like him then. But you have to admit that he has a fun name to say. As long as you get the "Bl" and "vich" in there you can add whatever letters you want in the middle and people will think you know his name. It's great. Try it!
But I digress. Blagojevich had a promising career. He was young and charismatic. People liked him. But the poor governor was lacking one thing, brains. Now I am not saying all politicians are smart, but those who are corrupt at least know to practice some discretion in their dealings. Not Gov. Blagojevich. Maybe he missed that training course, "How to Cheat and get away with it 101" taught by the Daley family, held in Chicago for all shady politicians. He was recently charged and arrested for trying to sell President-Elect Obama's Senate seat to the highest bidder,not to mention all the other illegal activities the Feds found him involved with.
Now here is where Blagojevich genius' shines through. He knew the Feds were tracking his calls and trying to catch him in the act. But he still did his wheelin' and
dealin' when it came to the Senate seat. He was blatantly obvious about it. Not the sharpest tool in the shed. Some critics wonder if they man is sane or just really really stupid. What was he thinking? That he wouldn't get caught? And he was only asking for $300,000 for the seat, which is another mind blower. Dude, if you're going to try to sell something like a Senate seat and risk getting caught, demand more money. It's baffling. Is there anyone awake upstairs in that man's head? Not to mention his refusal now to step down from power. Yes, that's right, people are trying to disassociate themselves from Blagojevich at the speed of light and avoid being linked to his political suicide, but the man refuses to step down as Governor. No, it's much better to pretend that nothing happened and go on with business as usual. Yeah, see how that one works out for you Rod.
The bottom line is he got caught and he needs to come to a little place I call reality and deal with his stupidity. Ignoring the problem won't make it go away. It would be much wiser to quietly step down from office and admit defeat. This is one of those times when fighting to the bitter end isn't going to work. Dude, you were caught. Everyone knows what you did. But hey, just think how much more interesting it'll be now that he's decided to hang on to his power. What new level of genius will Gov. Blagojevich unveil to the country? One can only wait to see!
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
What will they think of next?
I was having my usual Tuesday night fun of playing around on the Internet while my husband was at church when I came across this very disturbing article in Newsweek about gay marriage and the Bible. The author is obviously pro-gay marriage and writes about how the Bible is not a good guideline for marriage. All the funky Bible marriage examples are cited, like the having of numerous wives, Jacob, Leah, and Rebbecca, and even a reference to how King David may have been gay. It's also mentioned about how Paul looked down upon marriage as a last resort to control one's passion and that even the Savior himself was single and taught that family wasn't very important. Who in their right mind would use the Bible to justify marriage between a man and woman? Who would even want a Bible type marriage? (or so the author argues).
Wow! I think I am still trying to comprehend this article. It's like watching a car accident unfold in front of you and think "Did I just see that? Can't be." I still am a little dumb struck by this author's article because I can't believe it. There are so many points he makes that fire me up and make me want to cringe at the same time.
But I will say this, thank goodness for a living prophet. Thank goodness for the Book of Mormon. And praise be given for modern revelation. How confusing it must be to think the heavens are closed and all one has to rely on for knowledge is the Bible with all it's various corruption. A book that people can take and use to show it's support on either side of the gay marriage issue. I know where I stand because I've heard it many times from the prophet that marriage is between a man and woman. That's a pretty simple statement and hard to make pro-gay marriage. People can try to justify their leaning otherwise, but the truth is obvious. Um, unless you're an idiot or completely lost the spirit, there's no room for interpretation about what "marriage between a man and woman" means. Okay?
I am so glad I know the truth. I am so glad I have all the above mentioned gifts in my life. There is no guessing, I know. So even when I read disturbing articles like this one, I can say "Wow! This is an interesting twist, but I'm not buying it" and move on. You can read the article and tell me what you think. And hopefully you'll also come out being grateful for the fact that the heavens are opened to us and we do know the truth.
http://www.newsweek.com/id/172653/page/1
(sorry about having to cut and paste, but the link option is being goofy)
Wow! I think I am still trying to comprehend this article. It's like watching a car accident unfold in front of you and think "Did I just see that? Can't be." I still am a little dumb struck by this author's article because I can't believe it. There are so many points he makes that fire me up and make me want to cringe at the same time.
But I will say this, thank goodness for a living prophet. Thank goodness for the Book of Mormon. And praise be given for modern revelation. How confusing it must be to think the heavens are closed and all one has to rely on for knowledge is the Bible with all it's various corruption. A book that people can take and use to show it's support on either side of the gay marriage issue. I know where I stand because I've heard it many times from the prophet that marriage is between a man and woman. That's a pretty simple statement and hard to make pro-gay marriage. People can try to justify their leaning otherwise, but the truth is obvious. Um, unless you're an idiot or completely lost the spirit, there's no room for interpretation about what "marriage between a man and woman" means. Okay?
I am so glad I know the truth. I am so glad I have all the above mentioned gifts in my life. There is no guessing, I know. So even when I read disturbing articles like this one, I can say "Wow! This is an interesting twist, but I'm not buying it" and move on. You can read the article and tell me what you think. And hopefully you'll also come out being grateful for the fact that the heavens are opened to us and we do know the truth.
http://www.newsweek.com/id/172653/page/1
(sorry about having to cut and paste, but the link option is being goofy)
The Great Debate
To bottle feed or breast feed? There are lots of information on both sides that point to the benefits of both, but only bottle feeding seems to have a negative connotation associated with it. I used to think "breast was best" thanks to my brain washing by the La Leche League, but then I had my third child and the experience changed my opinion on formula.
I had had no problem feeding my first two babies, but for some reason Jimmy and I never clicked. It wasn't the same. And he had thrush really bad, which made nursing him stressful for both of us. Then at two weeks he spent a few days in the hospital due to some random virus. I tried to pump and keep up with him, but I just couldn't and lost my supply. I finally gave up and decided to bottle feed him.
Oh what a struggle that was! I felt like such a failure as a mom. I worried we wouldn't be able to bond the same as I had with my other babies. I feared that he wouldn't be as healthy if he had formula. But then we started on the bottle and I loved it! All the stress that had been there was gone. I knew he was getting food and so feedings were an enjoyable experience for us both. I've never been one of those women who just loves to breast feed and secretly I was relieved that pressure was gone. I felt like I could enjoy my baby more and relax.
Now with number four approaching, I am dealing with the great debate about how to feed. My husband says I should do what is best for me and not worry what others think. And he is right. But I am also a woman and so have that whole guilt thing going on. Deep down I really think I want to bottle feed. Last time it was such an enjoyable and happy situation. I did not feel the stress I did with breast feeding my other children. Plus it gave us all the chance to take turns feeding. But then I also feel guilty if I don't at least trying to breast feed. Plus, bottle feeding is more expensive than the alternative. And what will other people think of me? Stupid, right? But I've known people to look down their noses at moms who choose the bottle. But then bottle feeding will make my life so much easier now with my husband in such high demand in his calling.
Who knows what I'll do? All I know is that I want to do what is best for me and the baby. I want to be able to enjoy him and not feel any stress or pressure. I just need to decide and be proud of my decision and ability to make wise choices for me and my baby. And I need to ignore any guilt I feel either way. Now to decide . . .
I had had no problem feeding my first two babies, but for some reason Jimmy and I never clicked. It wasn't the same. And he had thrush really bad, which made nursing him stressful for both of us. Then at two weeks he spent a few days in the hospital due to some random virus. I tried to pump and keep up with him, but I just couldn't and lost my supply. I finally gave up and decided to bottle feed him.
Oh what a struggle that was! I felt like such a failure as a mom. I worried we wouldn't be able to bond the same as I had with my other babies. I feared that he wouldn't be as healthy if he had formula. But then we started on the bottle and I loved it! All the stress that had been there was gone. I knew he was getting food and so feedings were an enjoyable experience for us both. I've never been one of those women who just loves to breast feed and secretly I was relieved that pressure was gone. I felt like I could enjoy my baby more and relax.
Now with number four approaching, I am dealing with the great debate about how to feed. My husband says I should do what is best for me and not worry what others think. And he is right. But I am also a woman and so have that whole guilt thing going on. Deep down I really think I want to bottle feed. Last time it was such an enjoyable and happy situation. I did not feel the stress I did with breast feeding my other children. Plus it gave us all the chance to take turns feeding. But then I also feel guilty if I don't at least trying to breast feed. Plus, bottle feeding is more expensive than the alternative. And what will other people think of me? Stupid, right? But I've known people to look down their noses at moms who choose the bottle. But then bottle feeding will make my life so much easier now with my husband in such high demand in his calling.
Who knows what I'll do? All I know is that I want to do what is best for me and the baby. I want to be able to enjoy him and not feel any stress or pressure. I just need to decide and be proud of my decision and ability to make wise choices for me and my baby. And I need to ignore any guilt I feel either way. Now to decide . . .
Monday, December 8, 2008
To Know
Yesterday I had the opportunity to share my testimony in Fast and Testimony meeting at church. Always a great feat, but we didn't have too much drama in the process. Jimmy came up with me and Rachel soon followed. But then Jimmy went back down to sit with beloved Darci. Not too bad.
I felt inspired to bare testimony about the Gospel being true and because I know it is true I know my purpose in life, I know my worth, and I know what is expected of me. I have been feeling overwhelming gratitude for that knowledge. I didn't realize how much of an impact my sharing that would have on others. I had quite a few people come up to me and thank me for saying that. The idea of knowing who we are resonated with them.
I've been thinking about this whole idea and pondering it as of late. Do we really know how blessed we are to have that knowledge given to us through the Gospel? The big questions in life seem to be "Who am I?", "Where am I going?", and "Do I matter?". The gospel of Jesus Christ answers that all for us. By living it we know who we are, children of God with incredible worth and potential to do good. As a stay-at-home mom the world would have me think that I am some frumpy defeated person who gave up on trying to do something with my life and settled for struggling amidst piles of laundry and screaming children. Not so! I am doing the most important work I can be. I am sacrificing whatever personal plans I may have had for myself to raise my children. I am giving up everything to be at home with my kids so that I can help them become good people and live in truth and righteousness. I am bringing forth the next generation of adults who will help make the world better through their righteous living. That is no small task. And I know that because I have the Gospel in my life.
Because I know the work I do as a mom is important, I know where I am going. I know what is expected of me. I have direction in my life. Living without some course to follow, some structure, only leads to self destruction and misery. But I know where I am heading, I know what I want out of life,and where I want to end up. And I know how to get there thanks to the scriptures, prayer, temples, prophets, and local leaders. I know how I am doing and I know when I need to correct myself to stay on course. How simple is that?!
And since I know all of the above, I also am aware of my great worth and potential. By doing a miraculous work in my home and knowing how to accomplish my goals in life, I feel happy and know of my great worth. It's a wonderful cycle. The more I live my life according the the Gospel, which is what I want, the greater peace and joy I feel in my life. I may have moments where I feel overwhelmed or doubt my worth, but they never last long because I keep trying to do my best and am blessed for it. I am not deceived by the world, but can be happy for who I am despite what society tells me. I stand on a strong foundation that cannot be destroyed.
We are truly blessed to know the answers to the "big" questions of life. Living the Gospel makes our lives easier. All those worries and stresses about life are answered. We can have peace and joy in knowing who we are, what is expected of us, and where we are going. We can feel our worth and know that what we do is important, no matter how trivial to the world. We are not blind followers, but rather we each can know these things for ourselves through personal revelation. And once we know, we can never be shaken if we stay close to the truth. What an amazing gift we have been given!
I felt inspired to bare testimony about the Gospel being true and because I know it is true I know my purpose in life, I know my worth, and I know what is expected of me. I have been feeling overwhelming gratitude for that knowledge. I didn't realize how much of an impact my sharing that would have on others. I had quite a few people come up to me and thank me for saying that. The idea of knowing who we are resonated with them.
I've been thinking about this whole idea and pondering it as of late. Do we really know how blessed we are to have that knowledge given to us through the Gospel? The big questions in life seem to be "Who am I?", "Where am I going?", and "Do I matter?". The gospel of Jesus Christ answers that all for us. By living it we know who we are, children of God with incredible worth and potential to do good. As a stay-at-home mom the world would have me think that I am some frumpy defeated person who gave up on trying to do something with my life and settled for struggling amidst piles of laundry and screaming children. Not so! I am doing the most important work I can be. I am sacrificing whatever personal plans I may have had for myself to raise my children. I am giving up everything to be at home with my kids so that I can help them become good people and live in truth and righteousness. I am bringing forth the next generation of adults who will help make the world better through their righteous living. That is no small task. And I know that because I have the Gospel in my life.
Because I know the work I do as a mom is important, I know where I am going. I know what is expected of me. I have direction in my life. Living without some course to follow, some structure, only leads to self destruction and misery. But I know where I am heading, I know what I want out of life,and where I want to end up. And I know how to get there thanks to the scriptures, prayer, temples, prophets, and local leaders. I know how I am doing and I know when I need to correct myself to stay on course. How simple is that?!
And since I know all of the above, I also am aware of my great worth and potential. By doing a miraculous work in my home and knowing how to accomplish my goals in life, I feel happy and know of my great worth. It's a wonderful cycle. The more I live my life according the the Gospel, which is what I want, the greater peace and joy I feel in my life. I may have moments where I feel overwhelmed or doubt my worth, but they never last long because I keep trying to do my best and am blessed for it. I am not deceived by the world, but can be happy for who I am despite what society tells me. I stand on a strong foundation that cannot be destroyed.
We are truly blessed to know the answers to the "big" questions of life. Living the Gospel makes our lives easier. All those worries and stresses about life are answered. We can have peace and joy in knowing who we are, what is expected of us, and where we are going. We can feel our worth and know that what we do is important, no matter how trivial to the world. We are not blind followers, but rather we each can know these things for ourselves through personal revelation. And once we know, we can never be shaken if we stay close to the truth. What an amazing gift we have been given!
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Insanity Follow-up
And just so y'all know how amazing my husband truly is, he spent all day yesterday calling around to find a sitter so we could go out to dinner to escape. Keep in mind we already hired a sitter for tonight so we can go to our ward's adult Christmas party. But he knew I was at my wit's end and needed some time out. He wasn't able to find a sitter, but the gesture is priceless. What a sweet husband.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Into the Depths of Insanity
I am amazed that people still talk to me, especially my husband. With three weeks left to go, I am well into the sleep-deprived-overly-emotional-insane state of pregnancy. I have lost common sense and tend to fly on the side of irrational behavior. Not only do you sacrifice your body to have a baby, but also your sanity and reputation. It can be quite interesting.
Here are just a few examples from this past week of my episodes of insanity. On Monday I went to Costco to buy pull-ups for Jimmy, but got the wrong size. A problem easily fixed by returning the said pull-ups for the right size. No biggie. But I called my hubby on the way home from the store in tears, balling about how I felt like a failure and could do nothing right. We're talking about the wrong size of pull-ups here, not some serious character flaw, right?
Yesterday Anna got a card in the mail from her teacher thanking her for being such a good student and praising her progress in reading. I felt so proud of Anna and touched by her teacher that I got all choked up. Oh my goodness!
Then last night my husband had to run to the church to take care of some emergency business. I was very crabby about it all since he was supposed to be at home. This caused lots of tears on my part. Normally I have no problem with letting my husband serve, but the world was ending yesterday. Ah!
What amazes me is that it seems like I have no control over my emotions now. They are just there and ready to explode. I know I am doing it at the time, but just can't seem to stop. And then I feel so foolish afterwards. I often hear my husband say "I'm confused. What did I do wrong?" I don't know, but all I do know is that something you said made me cry. Perhaps it was because you said it while not making eye contact or you breathed in instead of breathing out after speaking. Or you were wearing blue on Tuesday when only red is acceptable. You didn't approach me in the proper fashion, on bowed knees with head lowered. Or maybe it's because you dared to enter my presence at all. Who knows? It's the great mystery of life. What sets off a pregnant woman? Is there any safe thing one can say to her? Not really. It's all a big guessing game. I am sure my husband often comes home from work and wonders if he'll meet "Sunshine Sue", "Medusa Sue", or "Sobbing Hysterically Sue". It's always a surprise.
So I fully admit that I am insane. I'm glad my wonderful husband still talks to me and endures this craziness. I am sure he is very excited for the baby to come. Of course, my emotions will still be out of whack after that. I remember watching "March of the Penguins" after Jimmy was born and crying hysterically when the baby penguins died. (Not a bright idea after giving birth. Duh.) But that's a whole different blog. Just know if I flip out or cry, it's nothing personal. It's just my new found insanity.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Daily Exfoliation
I always get random little flyers in the mail offering some useless service I will never purchase. Who doesn't, right?
Well today in the mail I got a postcard offering a variety of services from a local car dealership. One in particular took me a second to figure out and then made me laugh. It states the following:
Nu'ESSENCE AUTO SPA
Daily Exfoliation $9.95
(Exterior Hand Wash)
14 Minute Guarantee
It took me a second to realize the ad was talking about exfoliation for my car. I didn't know that existed. I always thought exfoliation dealt with removing dead skin to make one's skin look better. But to exfoliate a car? Seriously, what does that entail? Will they "exfoliate" away the scratches my van has accumulated over it's time with us? Will they be able to get the gunk on the back fender from our trip to Aspen Grove off? I haven't been able to. Come on people. It's just a fancy way to say they hand wash your car. Is that really so special? I do that to my van at home for FREE. Heck, I do it to some of my dishes, bathrooms, and even my children. I'm just not impressed. Maybe I should start using fancier vocabulary and start charging for my services.
But let's not forget the whole idea of an auto spa. Seriously, what kind of insane person takes their vehicle to an auto spa? Someone who lacks any money sense. Is it the "in" thing to be able to tell your friends that you take your car in for it's daily exfoliation? How lame is that? Especially in these hard economic times when lots of people are struggling. Sorry, I have to hit the spa, my car is looking a little rough around the edges. Please. Maybe I am evil, but I am thinking car spas are having a hard time right now. At least I hope people are being smart enough to not use them right now with money being tight. Of course, I see no need for them at any time and would hope people are smart enough to wash their own cars or use one of those coin car washes. Isn't it cool to be semi-grass roots?
If you can't tell, I think the idea of an auto spa or "daily exfoliation" treatment for my car is ridiculous, frivolous, and any other negative sounding "-ous" ending adjective. If I am going to spend any amount of money on exfoliation, it will be on me, not my car. I'd love to have my feet done and I'd enjoy it too. But even then I can't justify spending the money on that. Maybe as a treat after the baby comes. But my car, no way, no how, ain't happening.
Well today in the mail I got a postcard offering a variety of services from a local car dealership. One in particular took me a second to figure out and then made me laugh. It states the following:
Nu'ESSENCE AUTO SPA
Daily Exfoliation $9.95
(Exterior Hand Wash)
14 Minute Guarantee
It took me a second to realize the ad was talking about exfoliation for my car. I didn't know that existed. I always thought exfoliation dealt with removing dead skin to make one's skin look better. But to exfoliate a car? Seriously, what does that entail? Will they "exfoliate" away the scratches my van has accumulated over it's time with us? Will they be able to get the gunk on the back fender from our trip to Aspen Grove off? I haven't been able to. Come on people. It's just a fancy way to say they hand wash your car. Is that really so special? I do that to my van at home for FREE. Heck, I do it to some of my dishes, bathrooms, and even my children. I'm just not impressed. Maybe I should start using fancier vocabulary and start charging for my services.
But let's not forget the whole idea of an auto spa. Seriously, what kind of insane person takes their vehicle to an auto spa? Someone who lacks any money sense. Is it the "in" thing to be able to tell your friends that you take your car in for it's daily exfoliation? How lame is that? Especially in these hard economic times when lots of people are struggling. Sorry, I have to hit the spa, my car is looking a little rough around the edges. Please. Maybe I am evil, but I am thinking car spas are having a hard time right now. At least I hope people are being smart enough to not use them right now with money being tight. Of course, I see no need for them at any time and would hope people are smart enough to wash their own cars or use one of those coin car washes. Isn't it cool to be semi-grass roots?
If you can't tell, I think the idea of an auto spa or "daily exfoliation" treatment for my car is ridiculous, frivolous, and any other negative sounding "-ous" ending adjective. If I am going to spend any amount of money on exfoliation, it will be on me, not my car. I'd love to have my feet done and I'd enjoy it too. But even then I can't justify spending the money on that. Maybe as a treat after the baby comes. But my car, no way, no how, ain't happening.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
My Turn
Now that I've disclosed one of my husband's secret quirks, I'll share one of mine to be fair. I always find it funny/ stressful when we visit my dad's house because it is in immaculate condition. I don't think you could find any trace of dust or dirt on the premises, no matter how hard you tried. Eating meals there with my kids is always a bit stressful because I can see my dad wanting to pick up the crumbs as they fall from my children's mouths. My sister and I used to make vacuum marks on the rug with our hands if ever we ventured into the unused, but always clean dining room. We didn't want traces of our presence there to be detected. Like I said, his house is beyond clean.
The funny thing is that I inherited his quirk for cleanliness. Now I say first off that I am not to the extreme of my dad, whom I love very much, but I can get carried away. Watch out on Wednesdays when I mop my floor. I hate to have my beautifully cleaned floor walked on and begin the process of getting dirty all over again. I usually will spot clean it for a few days after I mop and then just give up and let it look used. I hate cleaning bathrooms, but I love to have them freshly cleaned. My husband and I used to joke that I would forbid him from using the bathrooms after they were cleaned because I am so particular about them staying spotless. How dare he use them! They are only for show! Not that he is messy, but I would rather my bathrooms stay in an eternal state of sparkling. Plus I didn't grow up around guys and all the bodily functions that entails. And I would vacuum the house every day if I could. I hate to see little pieces of lint on the carpet. Don't even get me started about clutter. I hate clutter on my counters or around my house. There have been times when I have told my husband that his mother doesn't live here so he better clean up after himself because I'm not. Yeah, I can be a butt head when it comes to my house, especially if I am in a foul mood, ie. pregnant or pms-ing, or having a bad day. My poor husband puts up with a lot and amazingly plays along at helping me keep things clean. Thank goodness he is laid back. I know I am very lucky. And I too have become wise and appreciate how he cleans in his way, most of the time. (I'm not perfect after all.)
Thank goodness the Lord invented these wonderful people called children. Over the years my tendencies for perfection in my home have calmed down thanks to the little ones who daily work to destroy order in my house. I take more time to enjoy the kids and don't spend every second cleaning up after them. I've become pretty laid back about it. It's something I've had to learn: chill or go insane! I still have my moments and my house always looks clean, but I've gotten better at letting the kids make messes and have fun. I want my children to feel comfortable in their home and I think I have accomplished that.
Now you know one of my "dark secrets". Y'all will probably be afraid to visit us for fear that my husband will wait for you to make a grammatical mistake and then pounce on you or that I will follow you around with a vacuum and broom. I promise, we love company and to have people over. We are not insane, just quirky like everyone else. (And don't tell me you don't have at least one quirk. Lying isn't good for you.)
The funny thing is that I inherited his quirk for cleanliness. Now I say first off that I am not to the extreme of my dad, whom I love very much, but I can get carried away. Watch out on Wednesdays when I mop my floor. I hate to have my beautifully cleaned floor walked on and begin the process of getting dirty all over again. I usually will spot clean it for a few days after I mop and then just give up and let it look used. I hate cleaning bathrooms, but I love to have them freshly cleaned. My husband and I used to joke that I would forbid him from using the bathrooms after they were cleaned because I am so particular about them staying spotless. How dare he use them! They are only for show! Not that he is messy, but I would rather my bathrooms stay in an eternal state of sparkling. Plus I didn't grow up around guys and all the bodily functions that entails. And I would vacuum the house every day if I could. I hate to see little pieces of lint on the carpet. Don't even get me started about clutter. I hate clutter on my counters or around my house. There have been times when I have told my husband that his mother doesn't live here so he better clean up after himself because I'm not. Yeah, I can be a butt head when it comes to my house, especially if I am in a foul mood, ie. pregnant or pms-ing, or having a bad day. My poor husband puts up with a lot and amazingly plays along at helping me keep things clean. Thank goodness he is laid back. I know I am very lucky. And I too have become wise and appreciate how he cleans in his way, most of the time. (I'm not perfect after all.)
Thank goodness the Lord invented these wonderful people called children. Over the years my tendencies for perfection in my home have calmed down thanks to the little ones who daily work to destroy order in my house. I take more time to enjoy the kids and don't spend every second cleaning up after them. I've become pretty laid back about it. It's something I've had to learn: chill or go insane! I still have my moments and my house always looks clean, but I've gotten better at letting the kids make messes and have fun. I want my children to feel comfortable in their home and I think I have accomplished that.
Now you know one of my "dark secrets". Y'all will probably be afraid to visit us for fear that my husband will wait for you to make a grammatical mistake and then pounce on you or that I will follow you around with a vacuum and broom. I promise, we love company and to have people over. We are not insane, just quirky like everyone else. (And don't tell me you don't have at least one quirk. Lying isn't good for you.)
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Grammar Patrol
I have to tease my husband. He is just so adorable and wonderful and you all know that because I always tell you that. But he has one little quirk that amuses me to no end. Yesterday it took on a new height.
You see, my husband is the grammar patrol. He has always been very aware of the use of proper sentence structure and grammar. I am sure teaching missionaries Spanish at the MTC for four years only aided in creating this hidden passion for proper language use. When we were first married Marshall would always correct me when I would say something that wasn't grammatically correct. Now I didn't go around talking like some uneducated person, but sometimes I made errors. I am not a grammar queen. That section in English always bored me. After a while I told my husband that he needed to stop correcting me because it was getting really annoying and made me not want to talk to him. So he stopped and we haven't had any problems since. What a wise newlywed he was.
However, yesterday we were talking on the phone and I said something and then waited for a response. None came. I asked "why"? He said it was because I had spoken in a sentence fragment and he was waiting for me to finished. Oh my! Someone has been spending way too much time analyzing law documents or something. I spoke in a fragment?! My poor hubby needs to have more fun. I explained that I wasn't aware of the error, but more importantly when I pause in a conversation that means it is his turn to say something. It made me chuckle that his old grammar patrol self came out again. I'll have to be more careful in our phone conversations now.
Now you all have been analyzing my writing and noting my grammar flaws, right? In all honestly, I don't mean to talk badly about my husband in any way. I just think his little grammar quirk is funny and cute. I had to share. I am sure that since it's been seven years since I've been in school and I spend my days with children that my grammar isn't always perfect. But I still am able to communicate with the world and sound intelligent. Just beware the next time you talk to my husband!
You see, my husband is the grammar patrol. He has always been very aware of the use of proper sentence structure and grammar. I am sure teaching missionaries Spanish at the MTC for four years only aided in creating this hidden passion for proper language use. When we were first married Marshall would always correct me when I would say something that wasn't grammatically correct. Now I didn't go around talking like some uneducated person, but sometimes I made errors. I am not a grammar queen. That section in English always bored me. After a while I told my husband that he needed to stop correcting me because it was getting really annoying and made me not want to talk to him. So he stopped and we haven't had any problems since. What a wise newlywed he was.
However, yesterday we were talking on the phone and I said something and then waited for a response. None came. I asked "why"? He said it was because I had spoken in a sentence fragment and he was waiting for me to finished. Oh my! Someone has been spending way too much time analyzing law documents or something. I spoke in a fragment?! My poor hubby needs to have more fun. I explained that I wasn't aware of the error, but more importantly when I pause in a conversation that means it is his turn to say something. It made me chuckle that his old grammar patrol self came out again. I'll have to be more careful in our phone conversations now.
Now you all have been analyzing my writing and noting my grammar flaws, right? In all honestly, I don't mean to talk badly about my husband in any way. I just think his little grammar quirk is funny and cute. I had to share. I am sure that since it's been seven years since I've been in school and I spend my days with children that my grammar isn't always perfect. But I still am able to communicate with the world and sound intelligent. Just beware the next time you talk to my husband!
Monday, December 1, 2008
Death by Broccoli
It's interesting to see how one's body changes with age. I'm not talking about the outward physical appearance, but the random odd things that can happen as one ages. For instance, I used to love to swing as a child, but as an adult it makes me want to puke. Why? Or what about pop? I used to be able to drink it just fine, but anything that isn't sugar-free now makes me want to gag. The worst is broccoli. I love raw broccoli in salads or just with vegetable dip. It's yummy. But for some reason raw broccoli makes me bloat up to an almost popping state of death. What's up with that?
Last night we had baked potatoes with homemade cheese sauce and cooked broccoli for dinner, one of my favorite meals. But my body decided to take things to a new level and make cooked broccoli evil too. I thought I was going to explode from all the baby and broccoli pressure. I was in such pain and discomfort all evening. It's not like my body has room to spare for such things since I have a big baby inside of me. Is this what I get for being good and trying to eat my vegetables? Not fair. Broccoli is good for the body and has lots of great nutrients. But now it has become my enemy. Vegetables are evil! You've been warned!
I've decided that if I'm going to die from eating something, I don't want it to be broccoli. Death by chocolate sounds much better. I mean they even have ice cream flavors by that title. It sounds much more appealing than "death by broccoli". Oh yeah! What a way to go! So I guess broccoli and I will have to part ways because my body has now deemed it "evil". I just hope my body never rebels against chocolate. That would be a tragedy and I might just have to do myself in with an overdose of that rich smooth dark delight.
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