To sum this post up I have come to these conclusions. Pink crocs rock. Iphone pictures do not.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Fakesgiving and a Very Candid Christmas
For this post I considered making some commentary along with the photos, but I found it really unnecessary. These pictures tell it all. Like the fact that I needed to take a whole lot more pictures. Oh, and if I'm willing to post this first photo then anything goes y'all.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
i did something good today
As you may gather from the post title, I feel that I did something good today. For someone else other than me.
I'm not big on talking about these types of things and they are things I usually keep to myself.
These are the steps leading up to this thing I'm talking about:
My V.T. partner calls me last week to see if and when I can go visiting teaching. She calls our sisters and sets up appointments. She then realizes that won't work for her and checks again with me before she calls the sisters again.
You may have noticed I haven't done anything besides fill her in on my lackluster days, as evidenced by the fact that I'm always around to answer her calls and am 95% of time available for VTing. Therefore, this is not the good thing I done. (yes, I know I just talked stupid-like there).
That was last week. She asked me if I'd teach the lesson and I HESITATED before answering yes. Can you believe me?
SOOOO
Yesterday a little bell went off in my head before I headed downstairs to work on my newobsession hobby (Another issue that needs examining sometime). The bell lit the lightbulb and I realized that I was v-ting today and ought to prepare some type of lesson.
K, this story could get way long, so I'll just jump to this morning.
(Information you need to know. The lesson I prepared was from General Conference, the RS session specifically. It's November, that's what you do).
If you digested the previous paragraph, you've likely deduced that the talk I chose was given by someone I shan't name because I don't want his name googled and someone ending up here. Not cuz I have anything negative to say, I feel exactly the opposite actually.
It was the orgetfay emay otnay lowerfay talk. Now you know whom I am speaking of. Or you ought to.
We visit two sisters who are quite the opposite from each other. I only mention that because isn't it funny how a conference message can be so personal to anyone?
In the talk 5 points are talked about, thoughts that as he says we would be wise to not forget.
Be patient with yourself, learn the difference between good sacrifices and bad ones, remember to be happy NOW, remember the why of the gospel more than the what, and fifth, forget not that the Lord loves you. #5 is a concept that I honestly have the most difficult time understanding. Yet again another issue to be examined.
The second sister we visit has such a challenging, stressful life. It kind of makes me nervous just being there because I can sense the tension. That is not to say that she isn't a wonderful, kind person. She is. Just so you know there family is not super active. I hate saying it that way, but I don't want to drag this any longer than I already have.
Sister 2 has a son, 16, who about a year ago decided that he wanted to be involved in the church. He jumped in with both feet, and from the looks of it you'd think that he was all good. He is well loved by the ward, he is so kind and outgoing, and more. I want to be careful about TMI.
As it always is with moms, a lot of the conversation was our children and being a mom, stuff that only moms would want to talk about. Not that we're anything special because this is our tendency, it just is what it is.
I don't remember exactly what led to her talking about the son I mentioned, but she told us that he is so down every day, thinks that he is no good. Stuff like that. Heartbreaking and a universal feeling I dare say for almost everyone at least once. The thing is you would never have thought this about him.
We'd talked about the first 4 points, talked about him some, and then I began to talk about the 5th, "Forget not that the Lord loves you".
First off, and something I hadn't remembered at all hearing at the RS session. He talks about how he as a child felt sometimes small and insignificant. He wondered if he'd be forgotten by his family or Heavenly Father. This was surprising to me simply because of the kind of man he is today. I'm sure there was no chance his family would forget him and surely not Heavenly Father. Yet he felt that way, as we all have sometime in our lives.
Now, thinking of the boy I've talked about, read this quote. Let me tell you, before this I had no idea how apropos it would be:
"... wherever you are, whatever your circumstances may be, you are not forgotten. No matter how dark your days may seem, no matter how insignificant you feel, no matter how overshadowed you think you may be, your Heavenly Father has not forgotten you. In fact, He loves you with an infinite love".
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What good thing did I do? I think it was that I listened to the Spirit when it reminded me that I needed to prepare a lesson, that it directed me to that talk, that I made a copy of the talk for her, which I did not feel that I needed to do for our other sister and actually really thought about not doing, and that I was able to share that quote. A time that I really caught the purpose of VTing. Something my stubborn head often overlooks.
I think we all truly need that quote to take hold in our minds. If you like this message don't get used to it coming from me. As I said I really like to keep these moments to myself.
And that's what Mamaface says.
I almost forgot, every post needs a picture.
I'm his mom, he's my kid. It works.
I'm not big on talking about these types of things and they are things I usually keep to myself.
These are the steps leading up to this thing I'm talking about:
My V.T. partner calls me last week to see if and when I can go visiting teaching. She calls our sisters and sets up appointments. She then realizes that won't work for her and checks again with me before she calls the sisters again.
You may have noticed I haven't done anything besides fill her in on my lackluster days, as evidenced by the fact that I'm always around to answer her calls and am 95% of time available for VTing. Therefore, this is not the good thing I done. (yes, I know I just talked stupid-like there).
That was last week. She asked me if I'd teach the lesson and I HESITATED before answering yes. Can you believe me?
SOOOO
Yesterday a little bell went off in my head before I headed downstairs to work on my new
K, this story could get way long, so I'll just jump to this morning.
(Information you need to know. The lesson I prepared was from General Conference, the RS session specifically. It's November, that's what you do).
If you digested the previous paragraph, you've likely deduced that the talk I chose was given by someone I shan't name because I don't want his name googled and someone ending up here. Not cuz I have anything negative to say, I feel exactly the opposite actually.
It was the orgetfay emay otnay lowerfay talk. Now you know whom I am speaking of. Or you ought to.
We visit two sisters who are quite the opposite from each other. I only mention that because isn't it funny how a conference message can be so personal to anyone?
In the talk 5 points are talked about, thoughts that as he says we would be wise to not forget.
Be patient with yourself, learn the difference between good sacrifices and bad ones, remember to be happy NOW, remember the why of the gospel more than the what, and fifth, forget not that the Lord loves you. #5 is a concept that I honestly have the most difficult time understanding. Yet again another issue to be examined.
The second sister we visit has such a challenging, stressful life. It kind of makes me nervous just being there because I can sense the tension. That is not to say that she isn't a wonderful, kind person. She is. Just so you know there family is not super active. I hate saying it that way, but I don't want to drag this any longer than I already have.
Sister 2 has a son, 16, who about a year ago decided that he wanted to be involved in the church. He jumped in with both feet, and from the looks of it you'd think that he was all good. He is well loved by the ward, he is so kind and outgoing, and more. I want to be careful about TMI.
As it always is with moms, a lot of the conversation was our children and being a mom, stuff that only moms would want to talk about. Not that we're anything special because this is our tendency, it just is what it is.
I don't remember exactly what led to her talking about the son I mentioned, but she told us that he is so down every day, thinks that he is no good. Stuff like that. Heartbreaking and a universal feeling I dare say for almost everyone at least once. The thing is you would never have thought this about him.
We'd talked about the first 4 points, talked about him some, and then I began to talk about the 5th, "Forget not that the Lord loves you".
First off, and something I hadn't remembered at all hearing at the RS session. He talks about how he as a child felt sometimes small and insignificant. He wondered if he'd be forgotten by his family or Heavenly Father. This was surprising to me simply because of the kind of man he is today. I'm sure there was no chance his family would forget him and surely not Heavenly Father. Yet he felt that way, as we all have sometime in our lives.
Now, thinking of the boy I've talked about, read this quote. Let me tell you, before this I had no idea how apropos it would be:
"... wherever you are, whatever your circumstances may be, you are not forgotten. No matter how dark your days may seem, no matter how insignificant you feel, no matter how overshadowed you think you may be, your Heavenly Father has not forgotten you. In fact, He loves you with an infinite love".
****
What good thing did I do? I think it was that I listened to the Spirit when it reminded me that I needed to prepare a lesson, that it directed me to that talk, that I made a copy of the talk for her, which I did not feel that I needed to do for our other sister and actually really thought about not doing, and that I was able to share that quote. A time that I really caught the purpose of VTing. Something my stubborn head often overlooks.
I think we all truly need that quote to take hold in our minds. If you like this message don't get used to it coming from me. As I said I really like to keep these moments to myself.
And that's what Mamaface says.
I almost forgot, every post needs a picture.
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| One Little Piggy |
I'm his mom, he's my kid. It works.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
These are Called Good Times
update: no new look... just messing around. skip paragraphs 1-7.
I see you're checking out my new look. (tip: click on the post title and see it all big and lovely). It's called 'magazine', which looked attractive to me and once I thought about it I knew why. Cuz I loves magazines and when I still had hopes and dreams I did aspire to work for a brilliant magazine. It seemed so glamourous. Living in the big city, wearing fashionable clothes, driving a sports car, going to plays and museums, and of course the cutest hippest apartment would have been mine.
OR I would have worked on a college newspaper like Rory, and have bantered back and forth with my cute hip mom, who would never miss a beat.
There are several problems with these scenarios. Like the fact that I'm not much of writer, though I like to think I could be, and the fact that I would've had to graduate from college, which I din't. It might have helped if I had gotten past fantasizing. A willingness to work hard, really hard, not giving up, not talking myself out of even trying.
Not to mention the ability to speak as fast I think.
Ah. How I digress. Even before I've gressed.
That fantasy still pops up now and then and that is why I now have my own fake magazine. With 3, possibly as high as 4, readers. Now if I could figure out how to have a crazy great header, like a HEADLINE, that'd be just so perfect. Blogger just can't figure out how to be totally user (the clueless kind of user) friendly. Am I supposed to be able to write CSS? Do I know what that means?
Let's gress.
This past 1/2 of a weekend Kevin, Wes, Hunter, and I saddled up the horse and buggy, aka the Chevy Silverado 4x4 and Toy Hauler, and headed on up to the Bear Lake. A lake which I've been asking to visit forEVER and which now Kevin thinks he discovered. We met Jessie and Tanner at the KOA in Garden City. The campground was basically deserted which is fortunate since I do not think that's a place I'd want to camp in when it is fully occupied. It has to be said that Tanner saved our butts that night, jumping in making our dinner before we knew it. (Not to mention breakfast the next morning).
Jake and Makaela came up and ate dinner with us. We visited, we laughed, we ate pink jello and omgosh the best pumpkin brownies ever. After Jake left, J&T and Wes and I played UNO, much too loudly, while poor Kevin tried to sleep. Times spent with my family are quite simply the greatest moments for me. I can't even put it into words. So yeah, who needs a flipping magazine career anyway?
It was dark and there was a man-eating beetle so I didn't really know much of what things looked like until the next late morning. Welp, it is gorgeous, just gorgeous. Did I take one single photo of the autumn leaves on the trees all over the rolling hills and mountains? Well, heck no. What is wrong with me!? (Too busy lusting after the cabins).
After a very relaxed, late start to the day, we piled into the truck and drove around the lake. Which was tee-riffic except for the carsick prone among us. We finally threw Wes into the back of the truck so he'd quit his complaining. I think it worked.
IF all that wasn't entertaining enough for you, check out what Wes brought home from Church today.
I see you're checking out my new look. (tip: click on the post title and see it all big and lovely). It's called 'magazine', which looked attractive to me and once I thought about it I knew why. Cuz I loves magazines and when I still had hopes and dreams I did aspire to work for a brilliant magazine. It seemed so glamourous. Living in the big city, wearing fashionable clothes, driving a sports car, going to plays and museums, and of course the cutest hippest apartment would have been mine.
OR I would have worked on a college newspaper like Rory, and have bantered back and forth with my cute hip mom, who would never miss a beat.
There are several problems with these scenarios. Like the fact that I'm not much of writer, though I like to think I could be, and the fact that I would've had to graduate from college, which I din't. It might have helped if I had gotten past fantasizing. A willingness to work hard, really hard, not giving up, not talking myself out of even trying.
Not to mention the ability to speak as fast I think.
Ah. How I digress. Even before I've gressed.
That fantasy still pops up now and then and that is why I now have my own fake magazine. With 3, possibly as high as 4, readers. Now if I could figure out how to have a crazy great header, like a HEADLINE, that'd be just so perfect. Blogger just can't figure out how to be totally user (the clueless kind of user) friendly. Am I supposed to be able to write CSS? Do I know what that means?
Let's gress.
This past 1/2 of a weekend Kevin, Wes, Hunter, and I saddled up the horse and buggy, aka the Chevy Silverado 4x4 and Toy Hauler, and headed on up to the Bear Lake. A lake which I've been asking to visit forEVER and which now Kevin thinks he discovered. We met Jessie and Tanner at the KOA in Garden City. The campground was basically deserted which is fortunate since I do not think that's a place I'd want to camp in when it is fully occupied. It has to be said that Tanner saved our butts that night, jumping in making our dinner before we knew it. (Not to mention breakfast the next morning).
Jake and Makaela came up and ate dinner with us. We visited, we laughed, we ate pink jello and omgosh the best pumpkin brownies ever. After Jake left, J&T and Wes and I played UNO, much too loudly, while poor Kevin tried to sleep. Times spent with my family are quite simply the greatest moments for me. I can't even put it into words. So yeah, who needs a flipping magazine career anyway?
It was dark and there was a man-eating beetle so I didn't really know much of what things looked like until the next late morning. Welp, it is gorgeous, just gorgeous. Did I take one single photo of the autumn leaves on the trees all over the rolling hills and mountains? Well, heck no. What is wrong with me!? (Too busy lusting after the cabins).
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| yep, the biggest, grossest, shudder-inducing, but I hadn't seen until Jake sent me this photo, water beetle. |
After a very relaxed, late start to the day, we piled into the truck and drove around the lake. Which was tee-riffic except for the carsick prone among us. We finally threw Wes into the back of the truck so he'd quit his complaining. I think it worked.
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| Property of the Highland Hawks |
What's your opinion?
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| I'm Free! |
Possibly my most favorite photo ever.
After driving nearly all the way around, at the north end, we stopped at where I hope we camp next year. For longer than 24 hours preferably. It's called Rendezvous Campground and I type that only to show that I now know how to correctly spell rendezvous.
We pulled into a campground spot, which is connected to the little beach and spent some time. Where the majority of the photos from the trip were taken.
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| Discoverer of Bear Lake |
LOOK AT HUNTER'S FACE!
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| Mary and her Boy. |
That's me and my boy, Wes.
(And my hideous San Diego Sweatshirt. Someone put that thing out of its misery).
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| J&T |
Could they be any cuter?
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| Rock Skipping |
The epitome of style and grace.
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| All the right moves. |
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| Wes |
What are those two in the background looking for?
Still looking I guess.
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Eureka!! Looks like they found it. Whatever it is.
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| Wes and Jess |
Looks like Wes was planning something...
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| Chipmunk in the Tree What can he see? |
ask Wes
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| Where's Wes? |
oh yeah. you already knew.
So ends my saga on the trip to the Bear Lake. So ends another fall. All the more to look forward to next year.
*****
IF all that wasn't entertaining enough for you, check out what Wes brought home from Church today.
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It's true. He really does.
toodles.
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