Thursday, November 18, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
I thought it only appropriate to take a moment in memory of the trailer. It will always be remembered. Despite my outward conveyance of annoyance and desire to have it obliterated, there are twinges on my heart strings when I think of things like the way it smelled like shrimp when it rained, or times when I remember gazing through the prison-like bars on the windows on a sunny day longing to be free. You might catch me missing the full scale kitchen with enough cupboards to keep all my junk food in, or the homey employee bathroom complete with a shower. I might choke up a little on any given day if I think of the special moments when Dalene, my boss, walked out of her office with "that look" on her face and I knew it was time for me to put my game face on and go in after the spiders lurking under her desk. I may even miss, from time to time, the yelling we had to do when it hailed or rained hard in order to hear what the members needed us to do over the pinging on the metal roof and siding.
The double wide... ::sigh:: ... it will be missed in all it's mold growing glory...
WHO ARE WE KIDDING!!!!!!!!!!
Our new building is BEAUTIFUL!! I feel spoiled now going to work every day. It is keeping us busier than we are used to or know how to handle, but I have loved every minute of it! I am learning so much and have even have my own office for which I am training to be the Loan Officer. I'm so grateful to have a job and work with fun people and feel like I am in a safe and healthy environement. "Appreciate" has been the word on the brain these days.
|The radio station, K-Bull 93 came out to help celebrate our grand opening.|
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Elder David A. Bednar of the quorum of the twelve apostles came to speak at a young single adult fireside tonight at Weber state universities institute building. This was HUGE! Even though we all knew it was a big deal that he was coming we had no idea just how crazy it was going to be just trying to get into the building.
Friday, October 15, 2010
|Bessie...with a flood light|
|My date :)|
|Me and Bessie-BFF's|
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
- Day One: Grateful for the double rainbow, spread across an entire evening sky
- Day Two: Grateful for the strawberry taste that tingles my tongue
- Day Three: Grateful for optimism
- Day Four:Grateful for the scriptures
- Day Five: Grateful for music and the way it can get to me like nothing else in this world
- Day Six:Grateful for peaceful moments, no matter how brief
- Day Seven: Grateful for new appreciation of important things of a spiritual nature. oh and the announcement of the temple prep class starting up in my ward, which I will be participating in :) stoked!!
- Day Eight: Grateful for emotion and heart that's growing.
- Day Nine: Grateful for my spare car key and green lights on my way to work.
- Day Ten: Grateful for heartache...it makes me appreciate happiness so much more.
- Day Eleven: Grateful for Jeffrey Paul Hofheins. You discover what true friendship is when the difficult times arise and they stick by your side and fight with and for you.
- Day Twelve: Grateful for brisk mornings and kisses from the sun :)
- Day Thirteen: Grateful for my blogs (yes, plural). They keep me real and spirited.
- Day Fourteen: Grateful for Sunday evening chats with my mom.
- Day Fifteen: Grateful for random fun, laughter and tennis shoes.
- Day Sixteen: Grateful for my bed and rest after a long day.
- Day Seventeen: Grateful for my job. I am employed and work with great people. I am blessed.
- Day Eighteen: Grateful for rain!!
- Day Nineteen: Grateful for friday cookie day at work. (Though my jeans that I put on this morning are telling me the last thing I need is free cookies at work.)
- Day Twenty: Grateful for all the things that never worked out in my life so that there can be room for all the things that will.
- Day Twenty-One: Grateful for my family and the chance to see my brother and spend time with him.
- Day Twenty-Two: Grateful for those who are honest with me, even when it kills me inside.
- Day Twenty-Three: Grateful for absolutely amazing friends (who's love made me cry), laughter, chatter, smiles, and country swing dancing late into the night. I am truly blessed.
- Day Twenty-Four: Grateful for a peaceful sleep that allowed me to feel refreshed this morning.
- Day Twenty-Five: Grateful for Bluebel cheese! So yummy. Oh and applesauce :)
- Day Twenty-Six: Grateful for fresh water to drink.
- Day Twenty-Seven: Grateful for my grandparents. Sweetest people on the planet!
- Day Twenty-Eight: Grateful for the organization of Visiting Teaching. Truly inspired.
- Day Twenty-Nine: Grateful for the down poor as I ran from the house to my car. For some reason it made me happy, like a kid again :)
- Day Thirty: Grateful for being able to get organized toward the beginning of the week for once instead of the end. Feels good.
- Day Thirty-One: Grateful for my sense of sight and that I see such beautiful things with vibrant colors on a daily basis.
- Day Thirty-Two: Grateful for tears because when I cry it reminds me I'm not a heartless, ungrateful, desensitized person.
- Day Thirty-Three: Grateful for fresh morning air. It just felt so good breathing it in on my way into work today!
- Day Thirty-Four: Grateful for friends and the fun reunion we had at Angela's wedding last night.
- Day Thirty-Five: Grateful for fast and testimony Sundays. They are such a blessing.
- Day Thirty-Six: Grateful fro a day to re-group and being able to take lots of deep breaths in a row.
- Day Thirty-Seven: Grateful fro time. Short as it may be, little as we have, it is a gift. Don't forget.
- Day Thirty-Eight: Grateful fro individuality and the unique personalities it gives each of us. When unique personalities collide, it sometimes makes for a pretty fantastic evening :)
- Day Thirty-Nine: Grateful for my camera and the wonderful memories it helps me to capture.
- Day Forty: Grateful for being 40 days away from where I was 40 days ago. There's a sense of accomplishment when you look back at something you aren't proud of and can look in the mirror and say, ya know, I think I'm going to be just fine.
- Day Forty-One: Grateful to be able to get some rest when I'm sick.
- Day Forty-One: Grateful for the watch care of a loving Father in Heaven who helps me do what I am not physically able.
- Day Forty-Two: Grateful for communication and the ability to talk to others.
- Day Forty-Three: Grateful for people who care enough to listen to my life stories and don't judge me.
- Day Forty-Four: Grateful for cough drops with Vitamin C and their thoughtful delivery.
- Day Forty-Five: Grateful to have made it to work on time even though I missed my alarm by a long mile.
- Day Forty-Six: Grateful for the corn husks I saw on my way to work. Tickled my insides because I'm so excited for fall!!
- Day Forty-Seven: Grateful for my feet. They took me dancing on a beautiful night and my heart was light.
- Day Forty-Eight: Grateful for mistakes and wrong choices. They make me realize what the real problem is when I'm having a bad day.
- Day Forty-Nine: Grateful for imagination. Limitless and costs nothing.
- Day Fifty
- Day Fifty-One:
- Day Fifty-Two: Grateful for dreams. Even when they're really strange...at least I know I'm still alive even when unconscious.
- Day Fifty-Three: Grateful for the sound each string on a guitar makes. Put a few together and you can create your own little piece of heaven.
- Day Fifty-Four: Grateful for 409 and men who take responsibility for their actions. Sleeping on the cold ground is much more pleasant with lingering laughter brushing past your lips.
- Day Fifty-Five: Grateful for the warmth of the sunshine and the chance to doze in its' rays.
- Day Fifty-Six: Grateful for love. If fills me up all warm and bubbly inside.
- Day Fifty-Seven: Grateful for responsibility. It helps me grow.
- Day Fifty-Eight: Grateful for the pumpkin truck that was PILED with pumpkins in Smiths parking lot. I couldn't help but smile as I thought of what the this fall will be bringing...
- Day Fifty-Nine: Grateful for my washer and dryer and the smell of clean laundry, warm towels and soft t-shirts.
- Day Sixty: Woo Hoo!! Day Sixty. Grateful for time. All the time I have put behind me and turned into who I am today, and for all the time that lies ahead.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
I had had a little bit of a rough Friday and wasn't exactly in the mood to go play R.S. pres all evening. Tawny, Cindy (my VT coordinator) and myself made plans to all go up together. So Cindy met us at the house, we loaded up the car and left for the night. I immediately knew what kind of pick me up I needed. Disney songs! So I plugged I my ipod and sang all the way up. 3 songs into the drive, I was feeling much better. We got up there, set up our tent (very humorously, might I add...we had an incident with the rain fly. Lets just say we basically slept under the stars that night, even though we were in a tent haha), grabbed some food and then sat around the campfire, talking and laughing and enjoying time with others in the ward.
Early on in the evening, Lane, our elders quorum president, figured out he could lure the ducks wherever he wanted to by throwing little handfuls of chips out to them. They would follow him anywhere. (See exhibit A below)
Well, later on that night, Lane was sitting by me around the camp fire and by this time he seemed to have given up on the duck business. Well I happened to glance over my shoulder and saw someone standing by our tent...
I paused and said "hmm do I need to be concerned with the white shirt sneaking away from our tent?" to which lane simply shrugged his shoulders. A few minutes later I said to tawny and cindy, "Maybe one of us should go check on the tent" and immediately lane piped in and said "I think that would be a really good idea" I laughed it off because I thought he was just playing off my paranoia. But then he said "no really. I think you might want to go check on it." and I kind of had a concerned look on his face. So Cindy, getting annoyed with the playful banter, gets up grabs the flash light and walks over towards the tent. Moments later we hear a scream followed by loud laughter. I looked at lane with a "no way" look in my eye and jumped up to go investigate.
Sure enough, as we shined the light into the tent, two nervous, flapping, quacking ducks were zipped up into our tent.
NO WAY!! How??
Well, apparently after his lack of success, Lane jokingly challenged this guy Mike to get the ducks in the tent for him. Mike is a very odd duck (no pun intended) himself. Just one of those people who are strange in a way that makes you slightly uncomfortable. And we learned that night not to put anything past him. You tell him to try and do something like catch two crazy ducks and put them in the girls tent, he'll get it done! haha
Well you can only imagine what happened next...
Think if you were a small feathered animal that could only quack and flap and you got locked in a vinyl prison...what would you do? Oh yes that's right
POOP ALL OVER EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!
Way to think that one through President. Haha! It was a super gross mess. When Mike and Lane realized what those gross little creatures had done, they felt really bad. The task of getting the ducks out of the tent proved quite humorous as well. They didn't want to cooperate. Finally, upon getting them out and realizing the mess, the boys started to clean. It smelled disgusting! And I kid you not, it was EVERYWHERE!! Huge mess. Lane was like, "Holy crap! How could two little ducks do all this in 15 minutes??" haha haha He ended up driving to a walmart and getting a bottle of 409 (and bringing us redemption ice cream ha) and scrubbing down the whole tent. It was the best part of the whole camp out. Everybody was laughing and joking about even on Sunday when we came to church.
We do good news minute in R.S. and Tasha, our FHE committee head, raised her hand and said "my good news is that my tent wasn't the tent with the duck poo in it" we laughed and I said "well, my not so good news is that my tent WAS the tent with the duck poo". It was so funny.
Needless to say, besides the stink of the lake/ducks, the noisy trains, the freezing cold, going to sleep at 3:00 a.m. and waking up at 6:00 to cook everyone breakfast...it was a BLAST!! I was glad I participated as I should have.
Oh, and the trains part is that we were about 100 yards from a train track and apparently there was a road crossing a mile away from the campsite, so every 30 minutes or so when a train would pass by, it would blare its horn right as it paralleled out camp site. of course! no sleep for this little one :)
SO there's my entertainment from my weekend. I hope you found something in there amusing.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
p.s. If something that you usually use to find things is lost, how do you find what you lost while looking?
Friday, September 10, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
I went with a NORMAL person, on a legit, real, and normal date last night. We went bowling and out for ice cream and played the only Nintendo game I like, Mario Kart (simply because I threatened to dominate...but it was a very empty threat).
Lots of laughter ensued throughout the evening and I was happy to announce at the end that I had actually enjoyed myself. I was grateful to my friend Michelle for setting us up. I had started to forget my heart could feel light in the dating world. He was a great date. The night was a huge success. Is there another date with "superman" in the future?? I haven't the foggiest, but we count the good moments sometimes as more of a success than anything we'll get out of a circumstance down the road. Right now I'm just grateful for the bowling pin band aid it put on a piece of my heart.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
The Lord truly does help His work along if we align our will with His. It is so exciting to finally be getting this organized!!!
That is all.
Peace. Love. and Grilled Cheese :)
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Or so the saying used to go. I'm not sure if that's still their slogan or not. It was our stake lagoon day today so Tawny, Sarah, Sara and myself decided to go try to have a little fun there. I haven't been in years. I had a great time. The Samuri is still my favorite. It was great that we all enjoyed the same rides and that we had an even 4 of us. We all get along really well and it was nice to just let down for a few hours and not worry about heavy responsibilities. I'm grateful for friends. :)
Friday, August 13, 2010
As soon as I got home, the sunglasses were off and I was putting another batch in the wash. I realized something...I actually enjoy doing my laundry. Simple epiphany, I know, but I have to wonder, what is it exactly that would possess me to turn down a perfectly good bonfire I had been invited to on a perfectly good friday night by a perfectly decent stranger to sit at home and listen to the clinking noise of my jean zippers on the sides of the dryer?? Doesn't make much sense, I know but there it is nonetheless. My Friday night was just beginning and my personal enjoyments/kicks and giggle for the evening were coming alive.
If you know me, you know I love movies. Netflix is pure manna from filmmakers heaven ::sigh:: It has been a long while, sadly, since I've had time to turn on a new flick and say I enjoyed something. Having 5 batches of laundry, however, proved a perfect excuse to turn something on to fold freshly laundered clothes to. I picked a show I hadn't heard much about but couldn't have been more pleased. "Julie and Julia". Brilliant. I am big on inspiration. I recall going to see "p.s. i love you" in the movie theater when I lived in California. I was big on going to matinees then and on one particular day that was the winner. I bawled my eyes out. I don't do that a lot in movies, especially in public, but there I sat, the theater basically empty except for 3 older tender hearts on the back row of the theater (also bawling their eyes out). I don't recall ever watching anything that made me think as much as that movie did at that time in my life. I went home all ponderous and whimsical-like in wondering who I was and what I wanted to do with myself. Where was my "muchness" (as the Mad Hatter would say) and how could I find it?
Creative as my brain is, I immediately picked up a notebook and began simply putting things down on paper. Why? I hadn't the foggiest. But I did it. Did I find my muchness with a paper and a pen? No. Don't be sad, that's not the end of my story.
So I'm watching "Julie and Julia" and getting a lot of the same feelings I had once upon a time in that dark theater in California. I'm loving the movie, the concept, the acting, the detail and all of sudden I'm feeling much more meaning in every small moment I'm blessed to be having as I'm doing my laundry and going about the house. Of course it pushed me right into writing this all down tonight. I can't believe how easy it is to just let the words come. Once upon a time I used to be able to do this in my journal or in little stories I would begin writing, but of course I would never finish them and I would always get away from writing. I'm grateful for this release. If no one ever reads a single word I write I would never care. It is given me opportunity to have experiences and to be able to express them as I will. So what if I'm not clever or smart in my writing? Who cares if I don't touch the universe or plant a seed that inspires someone as I have been inspired in times past. Sometimes we do things for the good of ourselves and the detoxifying of our heats and souls. This is healing and therapeutic in my little world. This is real and contains substance that reads "Kelsee" all over it. Through words straight from my thoughts and heart, I'm learning more of who I am.
Did you know that I have a sock monster in my house? or possibly just the washroom...or my bedroom. It's true. Somehow I always end up with lonely socks, lying helpless next to all the other socks who have mates. I am saddened for them. Where are their better halves??
Maybe in New York, like mine ::sigh::
Time to say goodnight.
Monday, August 9, 2010
I love my ward. It is filled with uplifting, good and happified people. It is a blessing. Beautiful are the blessings that this life brings, given us by our Father in Heaven who loves and watches over.
Friday, August 6, 2010
A few months ago my car started making this noise that wasn't a normal noise. It sounded like I was continually running over those little yellow tabs that they sometimes put on the lines in the road. Could never figure out what the deal was. I was afraid it had something to do with my tires and i was not looking forward to paying to have that figured out. Well, the noise started to go away a few weeks ago but every once and a while I would hear it. By happy chance, I noticed something hanging down in the front of my car as I drove past a store and saw the reflection in the window. So, today at lunch, in my work clothes, I pulled my little friend up on the car raisers at my parents house, wheeled myself right up underneath her and ::light bulb:: found the problem. Part of the plastic guard on the front has snagged on something at some point and was flapping around as I drove. Part of it had gotten sheered off from dragging on the road (which would explain the noise starting to go away this last little while) but there was still a small flap of plastic hanging down. I grabbed my dad's sheers and trimmed it all up nice and neat, and I believe that will solve the mystery. (cross your fingers) It was just a nice boost to my confidence to know I'm not one of those helpless sissy girls who can't investigate a car dilemma. Call me a little less feminine, but I actually enjoy working on cars and getting a little messy. I feel accomplished. Pat on the back, don't mind if I do.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
"I don't do beverages very well"-Tanya
"Hello, I'm the Moron Monitor. I just stopped by to inform you that you are a serious moron. Carry on"-Me (directed at Michelle and her awesome outlook on other peoples lives ha)
"He went in to kiss me and I just couldn't get away...sneezed right in his face!"-Michelle
"Pretty sure I just shot snot into my drink"-Tanya
"What? we're not good enough for you you have to text other people?"-Kathy (directed at Tawny who didn't hear a word she said but then looked up and said...)
"Oh wha? Something about embarrassing moments and texting...yeah I heard you."-Tawny
"When you can laugh about laundry you are in good shape"-Tanya
"Don't crunch my face!"-Diane
"Dumped hot coffee right in my lap. It was hot and I was loud. Yup right in my...lap"-Kathy
"I looked and she fell with all the tater-tots, then I peed"-Tanya
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
I have set a temple goal. No date yet, but while talking with my bishop I decided that striving to enter the temple, worthy and prepared, would be an excellent way to focus my good intentions and turn them into patterns of righteousness that I hope to pursue for the rest of eternity.
I have decided not to have my name put on my new set of scriptures until I am able and worthy to enter the temple. It will serve as a symbol of discovering my identity. By obtaining and maintaining a temple recommend I will be able to say that I know who I am... Kelsee...A daughter of a divine Heavenly Father and a disciple of Jesus Christ, who has made it possible for me to have a life of substance, meaning and every lasting happiness I could ever imagine.
I'm grateful for growth and
His grace and
Saturday, July 31, 2010
It was fun to see everyone but at the same time it was very hard. It is so difficult to be around your peers when you feel like you've let them down. I wasn't myself that night or this morning either. I couldn't bring myself to stay longer than eating breakfast and cleaning up aloud.
I spent friday with Tawny right by my side and we called it a night before they were even done watching a movie or before the campfire and chit chat died down. We proved quite the campers, Tawny and I, setting up and being totally cozy all on our own. We crawled in and read scriptures and talked for a while about how I was feeling. I'm grateful for Tawny. Very grateful.
We woke up in the morning, ate some breakfast. Walked around the camp ground to go get my car, cleaned up all our gear, loaded up and after a few quick goodbyes to my bishop, left. I don't think I made very many friends while up there this weekend...but I don't know how I could have been different.
When we got home I had to hurry and shower and put together Kylee's baby shower gift. Her friend Kaylee was throwing her a shower and fortunately I was invited. Kylee is very VERY pregnant. She's not due for four more weeks but looks like she's about to pop any second. She's adorable in every way though. I was struggling with wanting to go for a little while because of the way I am feeling. I wasn't sure I could handle happy, married ladies chatting about family and babies all afternoon. But I am very grateful I went. It made me a little unhappy for some reason, but I needed to be there. When I left I wasn't in a very good mood. Tawny was planning on taking me to dinner and down to sit in front of the Bountiful temple and talk (we did that once before and she proved an angel in my life for the millionth time) and I felt bad but I was pretty unhappy when we left.
When we went to get dinner it only got worse. My food was gross, I spilled on me twice, I ate too much of my gross food, got sick, then when we got to the temple the grounds were closed and it was raining even harder. I was trying not to be, but I was very grumpy by this time. I apologized to Tawny, who understood, and continued trying to clear my head. She parked on the side of the temple grounds looking up at the temple and began reading me quotes from a little book our friend made for her. I felt distant for a few minutes, but soon the spirit she brought through reading those words, soothed my soul and brought much needed peace and relief. I was so grateful for the things she said and her willingness to be a true friend and do something truly beneficial in her efforts to try and be there for me; comforting me with the gospel and the spirit and not just with silly things to try and make me forget my problems.
As she pulled the car around, the sun broke through the clouds. Suddenly the rain was a blessing, not a depressant. The meal we ate was a blessing, not a stomach upsetter. And the temple was a blessing and reality. The miracles and blessings and covenants made there were true and everlasting even if it was closed for cleaning. Then, as if to fully eliminate my pessimism, what we saw as we pulled into the grocery store on our way home sang to my heart like a precious, soothing lullaby promise...
It was a full, all the way across the sky, double rainbow. I could see every color so crisp and clear. The air was fresh with the clean scent of rain and the sun shown sharp and radiant against the shadowed mountains and I knew, at that very moment, God was watching me, sitting there in the parking lot, staring in awe at the beautiful, natural wonder before me.
I felt loved.
And I thank my Father in Heaven for that.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
"Hey, wanna go to dinner?"
My robot response
After the initial shock that I was actually available to do something, sweet sara took me out to dinner to the new, never been discovered by me [but now favorited] , cafe Zupas.
This is a picture of the delectable salad I partook of...
|Fresh Raspberries, Blueberries, Strawberries, Blackberries, Cinnamon Almonds, |
Romaine Lettuce, and Poppyseed Dressing
The salad, however, was just a side note. I am so grateful to my friend who was there for me that night. She didn't pry, but knew something was up and made me feel comfortable enough to open up and let my worries out. I didn't know if I would be able to open up at all that night because of recent events that have caused me to become closed off and shut down, but I was somehow able to tell her what happened to me. It felt like a huge weight lifted off my shoulders to sit and see her really listening to me. She knows what I'm going through and understands. She's been there too. She wasn't in a rush or annoyed that I was babbling.
She listened and cared.
It is a friendship like ours that sits pretty on a summer evening, and as we drove home, the sky was at its' best, filled with the hew of "Pink Lemonade" [-sara]
I'm grateful for that night.
I'm grateful for my friend.
I'm grateful for pink lemonade skies :)
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
"The voice of the Lord is clear and unmistakable. He knows you. He loves you. He wants you to be eternally happy. But according to your God-given agency, the choice is yours. Each one of you has to decide for yourself if you are going to ignore the past and suffer the painful mistakes and tragic pitfalls that have befallen previous generations, experiencing for yourself the devastating consequences of bad choices. How much better your life will be if you will follow the noble example of the faithful followers of Christ such as the sons of Helaman, Moroni, Joseph Smith, and the stalwart pioneers—and choose, as they did, to remain faithful to your Heavenly Father’s commandments.
With all my heart I hope and pray that you will be wise enough to learn the lessons of the past. You don’t have to spend time as a Laman or a Lemuel in order to know that it’s much better to be a Nephi or a Jacob. You don’t have to follow the path of Cain or Gadianton in order to realize that “wickedness never was happiness” (Alma 41:10). And you don’t have to allow your community to become like Sodom or Gomorrah in order to understand that it isn’t a good place to raise a family.
Learning the lessons of the past allows you to walk boldly in the light without running the risk of stumbling in the darkness. This is the way it’s supposed to work. This is God’s plan: father and mother, grandfather and grandmother teaching their children; children learning from them and then becoming a more righteous generation through their own personal experiences and opportunities. Learning the lessons of the past allows you to build personal testimony on a solid bedrock of obedience, faith, and the witness of the Spirit.
Of course, it’s not enough to learn these lessons as a matter of history and culture. Learning the names and dates and sequence of events from the printed page won’t help you very much unless the meaning and the message are written in your hearts. Nourished by testimony and watered with faith, the lessons of the past can take root in your hearts and become a vibrant part of who you are.
And so it returns, as it always does, to your own personal faith and testimony. That is the difference-maker, my young brothers and sisters. That is how you know. That is how you avoid the mistakes of the past and take your spirituality to the next level. If you are open and receptive to the whisperings of the Holy Spirit in your lives, you will understand the lessons of the past, and they will be burned into your souls by the power of your testimonies.
And how do you get such a testimony? Well, there’s no new technology for that, nor will there ever be. You cannot do a Google search to gain a testimony. You can’t text message faith. You gain a vibrant, life-changing testimony today the same way it has always been done. The process hasn’t been changed. It comes through desire, study, prayer, obedience, and service. That is why the teachings of prophets and apostles, past and present, are as relevant to your life today as they ever have been.
That you may find joy and happiness and peace in the future by learning the great and eternal lessons of the past is my prayer for each of you—for my grandchildren and all of the youth of the Church, wherever you may be—which I offer in the name of Jesus Christ, amen."
--Elder M. Russell Ballard
April Conference, 2009
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
But more than the movie entertainment was the enjoyment of being in such good company. I love my friends. I'm grateful they all still want to be my friends. It's so nice to have a few pretty faces in your circle. I'm lucky.
oh and the previews for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows looks *AMAZING*
Part One: November 19, 2010
Part Two: July 15, 2011
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Last night I had an interesting experience pertaining to matters of the heart. I learned the wisdom in those priceless words from the Tinman whose only desire was to have a heart. Did he know when he pinpointed his greatest desire what it would entail having that precious commodity placed within his glimmering shield? The heart has to do quite the circus act to manage even beating consistently. It never fails that I am amazed by the pain that accompanies the twinging and the pulling of heartstrings. More often than not it is involuntary pain. Isn't it my heart? Shouldn't I have some sort of control over what I feel and what I want? But no, my heart pulls one way while my mind and body pull another and I end up somewhere between happiness and disgrace. And don't get me started on the tears that are shed when you find yourself in such an indefinable location.
For example, when you feel for a friend something you haven't identified with quite yet but you know something is there, how do you say the right thing after they finally tell you that they finally know how they feel? How do you justify and express that you are missing the boat and stuck with a broken paddle desperately wanting to catch up to the steaming vessel that is effortlessly coasting upstream? Currents in a river only flow one way, after all. There's only so much you can do to resist the pull of the powerful body of water that doesn't have a single doubt as to where it is going and it's purpose in it's consistent flow. A river isn't afraid to rapidly flow over rocks, trees, banks, anything that gets in it's way...if only I could be so sure of my path...
Now I'm in the middle of a raging river with said broken paddle, not getting anywhere, and I watch with a longing, aching heart as what could have been my rescue, moves on. Eventually the watchtower won't even bother to try and see me struggling in the distance anymore. There are other boats that will come...aren't there?
Thursday, April 29, 2010
"TICK WARNING! I hate it when people post bogus warnings, but this one is real. Please repost this as your status! If someone comes to your front door saying they are checking for ticks due to the warm weather and ask you to take your clothes off and dance around with your arms up, DO NOT DO IT! THIS IS A SCAM! They only want to see you naked. I wish I'd gotten this yesterday. I feel so stupid... :/"
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Friday, April 9, 2010
Try to remember that all the "sometimes" are creating your lifetime...all the time. Each moment is part of something and each blink becomes a sometime. Enjoy your "sometime" moments.
Friday, April 2, 2010
Life is beautiful.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
S unshine outside...blogging inside?? please!!
R omance. No one physically here with me yet...but I'm in love, and it's very distracting.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
This is what I need to feel today...
A little sunshine on my drooping pedals. I feel like I'm reaching to the sun but can't seem to feel it's warming rays today. We take the good with the bad and the lessons we learn through the bad are what bring us the good. I'm blessed to be holding a beautiful rose, but today is a day when I've been pricked by one of the thorns.
...but a small moment...
Friday, February 26, 2010
Tawny, Sabrina, Sarah, Laura and myself had a wonderfully chatty evening with pizza and bread sticks followed by a teary viewing of the movie "A Walk to Remember". I just love these girls. Living here just gets better and better. We've designated girls night for Thursdays and I know they are just going to get better. When all is said and done there is nothing better than losing sleep because you are thoroughly enjoying the company of those around you. I went to bed with the smell of fingernail polish in the air and was completely content having been surrounded by giggles and girlfriends. I am blessed.