Wishing You Merry Christmas

Have a very merry Christmas and a wonderful New Year!

Two Too Cute Owls

I saw a tutorial online of how to make a baby toy. With a little modification, I've created quiet toys the girls can take with them to church. They can button down the wings and tie the feet just to practice some skills. I had fun making them and hope the girls will enjoy discovering them under the tree this Christmas!

Miracle on 34th Street

It's not just a movie. It's a musical, too! Know how I know? We went to see it last night at Macon's The Grand Opera House. Yep. Pretty cool and not something we would usually do....not that we don't love the theater, it is just a really crazy time of year for Eric's work. AND, we actually went as a date and...get this...we left the girls with a sitter who is one of my super friends. (Seriously, this isn't the first time she has come through for me on a last minute, so she IS a super hero.)
Last week Eric won the tickets from the local radio station. AWESOME! So, having free tickets and a shortened work day allowed us to bite the bullet and actually go OUT on a date. Eric and I try to spend as much time as possible together, but due to his schedule, we typically only date IN (I mean, really, how often does a couple have their date night on a Monday?). It was really great to get "dressed up" (b/c we weren't in pj's for this date) and be a couple. My girls were just like roommates...all giddy and excited for me (or maybe that was because they love my friend and were excited that she was going to babysit them). It was just really a nice evening and I am very grateful.
It's funny that we won tickets to this show (Eric had never seen the movie, even) because we don't do the whole believe in Santa thing. Now, that isn't to say we don't let our kids enjoy hearing the (avert your eyes for the next few lines in the event that you are a believer) fairytale of Santa Clause and the reindeer and all. They know who he is and they love all of the shows, they just understand that they are visiting the land of "Imagine-nation". My kids have GREAT imaginations and I don't feel that we are "taking away their childhood" like so many others fear. It's okay. They are grounded and my kids LIVE in the Imagine-nation. Seriously...have you met them? =)
It was fun all around (minus the cigarette smoke that drifted in through the exit door we were seated near) and I'm grateful for this season of hope, love, charity, and renewal. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Joyful Winter Solstice....however you celebrate, may you have joy!

Winter in Georgia

We are past the mid-point for the month of December and I am sitting here with sunshine streaming in my open windows. One thing I really love about living in the South is the warmth. I just really, really love being able to enjoy fresh air nearly all year round. It's a beautiful Saturday, and although it doesn't seem much like the Decembers I once knew, I can say that I really enjoy December in Georgia. Of course, there are cooler days that hit us sporadically, but overall, December is quite a pleasant month.

At the End of the Day, You're Grateful

I've really become a homebody since getting married and having kids. There was a period of adjustment, but after having my second child, I just really prefer to stay home and "mind my own business". Sometimes I probably verge on being reclusive.
There are reasons for that. For instance, with a child in school and our continued crazy work schedule we flex with for Eric, time at home comes at a premium for our family. But, even when those two are gone, I just like to be at home and play with Gianna or sew or read, or...well, you get the picture. It isn't because I don't like people...it's just there is effort involved. =)
So, a friend of mine needed some sewing assistance. I agreed to help and although I was tempted to cancel (all because of the time of day she would be available conflicted with picking up Emily), I made the necessary arrangements and went.
Guess what? I was really happy that I went. It was good to sit and talk and accomplish something productive, too. I much prefer DOING something when I'm with a friend than just languishing about talking about nothing good.
At the end of the day, I'm grateful that I was able to spend some time with a friend AND help her in a time of need. Too bad it takes such a kick in the pants to get me going to start with.

Seamstress for Hire

That sounds really great, but it is NOT profitable. However, it DOES open people's eyes to the reality that you aren't going to be able to get CHEAP clothes by making them. What you ARE going to get is (hopefully) a good quality item that is actually fitted to the real individual instead of the masses.
But, I'm proud of my efforts and look forward to making dresses for myself. By the way, this is the FIRST adult-sized dress I've endeavored to create.

Bike Log, Stardate 18112011

I just wanted to make an update about biking Emily to school. We are somewhere between 14 and 15 weeks into school. That's about 70 days, and not that I have gone every morning (Eric takes her on the Scooter when he can...but now it is getting too cold for that), but nearly every day I'm making the trip to school on the bike. It's nearly 560 miles that I've biked in the past few months, and all with around 65 pounds in the trailer. Let me just say that with that continual exercise, I am feeling quite fit. AND, I especially find the windy days the most valuable exercise days...that trailer really catches the wind and I have to pump hard in order to make progress. It's definitely made me stronger!
I really love riding the bike and have benefited from the "have to" of school transport. Yes, it is still our CHOICE to do it this way, but it's that nudge of expectation that keeps me going. I'm a little disappointed that there won't be school next week because then I'll have to create reasons to get on the bike...and with nowhere to go if the coolness stays.

Proof Copy

It is here! It is here!
This is one of the most exciting personal accomplishments (differentiated from family/eternal goals) of my life. I have helped write and book and we've published it! Granted, in this day and age, being "published" and publishing a book are two separate things. Nonetheless, I will claim my goal of getting a book published. This has thrown me forward into completing other tasks and taking my writing more seriously.
So, I have this book now in printed form where I can spot those errors you don't notice until it is printed and I can also verify that the layout works. It's so exciting and fun. Seeing our work in this format is exhilarating.
Mr. Jarrett and I are meeting again today so I can show him the book. He made a request this time, one that I realize needs to be put down on paper for my own posterity. He wants me to tell him MY life story. I'm very excited to do this and start (again) on writing my autobiography. This is my passion...well, one of them. It's just so addicting! But, I guess that is how every passion is, right?
So, be looking for my announcement that you can get your own copy! (Seriously, it is something my family is totally into...a personal history, a family member, WWII, etc.)

Bunnies in the Attic

Okay, so they aren't real bunnies, nor are they in the attic. However, it's frustrating to think that my vacuum cleaner does not have a long enough hose to slurp up the dust bunnies that have been residing atop my cabinets. Instead, I got to fluff them out of hiding and try to chase them to the floor where I'd be better able to grab them with the vacuum.
It's amazing where dirt and dust and the like can hide...and stick. I need a taller ladder, but most of the (inside) house has now been washed ...and some places need a touch up of paint because I scrubbed a little harder than I should. Still, it's nice to have that Fall Cleaning done.
And, it was nice to be able to get all of that cleaning done with the windows open and enjoying all of the nice, fresh, warm air of today. I love this time of year in Georgia. It's warm during the day and cool to cold at night. It's fantastic and perfect weather for biking.
And as for those bunnies...rest in peace in the bliss of the trashcan.

Productive Day

Without having to break up the day with Emily's school schedule, I was a most productive mommy today. I made some pajama pants for my tall and skinny Emily. I finally got around to making my flannel board which is MUCH more transportable and store-able than it would have been had I made it a couple of years ago when I purchased the material. I got the kitchen clean, and have had time to be a mommy to my girls and a listening ear for one of my best friends. VERY productive and I'm quite pleased that it isn't even dinner time yet!

My Collection

I'm somewhat concerned about what people may think after reading this, but I promise, it is all kosher and above-board. For whatever reason, I collect men. Yes, you read that correctly. I only realized that I have this "collection" today as I was pondering on people I love. Don't get me wrong, I also have a "collection" of women in my life, but I haven't had as tight of bonds with women (that isn't to say I didn't have great girls as friends...but you know, the hero-type didn't really happen until later) until my adulthood, so the list is quite a bit shorter.
My whole life, I have adopted many grandpa's along the way. It never mattered to me that they weren't my biological ones. They just always made me feel happy and appreciated and will just listen to me...or share their own stories with me. Sadly I did not have those relationships with my biological grandfathers...mostly due to physical distance and the fact that they are both gone now, too.
My first memory is of a neighbor gentleman who owned a little cafe in our town. In this case, both 'D' and his wife 'F' were like doting grandparents to me. I would skip over to their house and sweep their porch for 5 cents (which I would later spend on candy in their store). I have always kept fond memories of this couple...people who I didn't stay in contact with but ones I can't wait to see again in the next life. As we approach the Christmas season, I have vivid and fond memories of their gigantic (seriously, it was kind of bent over at the top to fit in the room) white Christmas tree. It was spectacular and I loved that my family sang Christmas carols to them every year and we received a plate of goodies in return. In my mind, that is still the perfect Christmas setting.
The next individual I remember adopting is Mr. L. He was an elderly farmer and loved to have us come across the street to visit. He wrote me a couple of times while I was away at college and I'm sure he never knew how much I adored him. I never knew his wife, but he was very fun loving and affectionate. I'm sure she was spoiled....and probably dished it out as it was given to her, too!
Another gentleman who was fun loving and enjoyed giving me a hard time was Bro. L down in Lake Havasu. He was a very handsome old man and taught me that joy is the true pursuit in life.
Next was "Grandpa W". Oh, what a joy he was! He was so devoted to Christ and read his Bible every day. He only ever asked one thing from me and sadly I was unable to help him. Still, he was this loving and kind gentleman who promised to take care of me if my husband ever left me. And I know he totally would have, had the need ever been a reality.
And, of course "Elder W" who I still look to as a grandpa figure. This was another couple who were just perfect for and to each other. They are an example to both my husband and me of the kind of marriage and family we desire to have and are striving to create.
My next grandpa became a relative. Grandaddy was an amazing man. I was blessed to literally sit at his feet and listen to his stories of his life and learn his testimony and insights to the gospel of Jesus Christ. Beautiful. A man I definitely hope I'm living worthy so I can see him again.
There are also a couple of gentlemen in my current ward who I adore and am so grateful for their love and support. One in particular, Bro. G, always finds the right moment to give me a compliment and send me sky high that I have won his praise. And, someday I will discover the "secret" identity I have from Bro. P...but he won't tell me until I'm "older." He always makes me feel beautiful.
Now I have Mr. J who is an incredible friend, distant family and finds the way to be an incredible blessing to our family at every turn.
Then there is another set of men who are more like uncles or fathers to me. Responding to an inquiry, my companion and I met the "N's" who I love both of them dearly. They really helped me to love my singing voice and, well, I bragged on them in the last post. Really, their humility and meekness is just so moving. Along the same time, I met another couple who reached out to me after the mission and helped me transition into the "real" world. They, too, captured my heart and appreciation. That also spurs me onto memories of two different bishops I served with about the same time who gave me great council and insight into truths of life living the gospel. In like manner, my mission president has been another great example and influence in my life.
That isn't even to mention the wonderful father AND father-in-law I have been blessed with. Great men. PLUS, of course, my wonderful husband who teaches me so much every day.
I just want to acknowledge during this month of thanks that I have plenty of wonderful examples of good men in my life. I am also grateful for those men who I have mentioned that honorably hold God's priesthood and have further blessed my life. There are wonderful women I love, too, but today I want to say thanks to the men of my life.

To A Couple I Love

I feel like I have been greatly blessed with the people who have been a part of my life. I believe that "family" is more than those with blood ties. It is created from those who love you even in your faults, but who are willing to help you overcome them.
There was a couple who was just fantastic to me while I was on my mission...and forever after. We'll call them the "N's". Such wonderful, humble, loving people. They have been an example to me of what a marriage should be: best friends having fun and enjoying one another's company. They didn't need anyone else, although they did allow others into their unique circle. They never spoke ill of the other. They just loved each other so deeply. They were inseparable.
Well, the time for the physical separation happened last week. Husband "N" has been through the ringer with health issues: stomach ulcers, cancer, etc. His body finally gave out last week and he is on to the next life and receiving that relief from the pain he has experienced over the past umpteen years. I wonder how much pain he has been relieved from and how much new pain is there as he is separated from his wife this way...and her, too. He probably feels even worse for her.
Even at this sad moment in time, I am grateful for the bonds that tie us together. I am grateful to be worthy of being notified of such an event. I'm grateful that I, too, can call my close friends after long periods of time to say "I love you" and it not to be awkward.
There are a great many wonderful people in my life. If I haven't called lately to tell you, know that I do love you and that it is my own feelings of unworthiness or "uninterestingness" that keeps me from doing so more often.
To the "N's": I love you with my whole heart. You have been special individuals and a special couple in my life. Thank you for teaching me all that you did...especially the stuff you didn't even know you were teaching. I love you and I'm sorry for missing the opportunities to call and tell you as much. If I could put a recording on here, I'd dedicate "I Know That My Redeemer Lives". In lieu of my own recording, I dedicate this to you.

How To Know When a Gift Stinks

I've noticed a few things in my gift-giving years. First of all, I really hate gifts. I know that sounds really awful, but it is really true. I hate the wondering if the person is going to like it and being there to see it opened is even worse (although, receiving gifts is much worse in my book...I don't like THAT at all).
I've made gifts for lots of people and have exercised my ability, or inability as the case may be, to sew. I can tell if people liked it because I will either a.) hear about it or b.) see it worn. And, in the best cases, both will happen.
In the latest instance, I can tell that it wasn't what it was cracked up to be. Granted, the items I made were new and a whole different pattern brand was used. But, the way I know...the recipient hasn't made a single comment on it. That's okay. I guess it is different when you are paying for it versus getting a complete gift. In this case, it was my time and effort that was the gift, not the purchase of materials and that's a major difference.
Still, it just brings me right back to the whole gift-giving. I hate it and I probably always will.

Cutest Outfit, Ever!

I am so in love with working with velour. Seriously, it made the more adorable blessing outfit. I'm pleased with the results AND I used another nifty tool called "snap tape". Seriously, amazing.
Of course, I'd share the picture, but I tragically did not take one with my camera, only my phone. So, we'll all just have to wait and see how it fits the recipient.
And, some day, once upon a future time, I really would love to have a sewing station. I'm not saying I require a whole room, but a space that I can just leave in the midst of a project and not worry. I'd like, in that space, for a table a bit taller than my dining table, and a chair slightly taller than my dining chairs. Why? Because I get this killer back pain as I hunch over and create.
The End.

Family, Distant or Close

We just got home from an enjoyable evening with our friend Mr. Jarrett. I took him the latest modifications on his book. It was exciting to print the first page to decide on size and formatting. It's incredible to be at this stage.
After fiddling with that a little and deciding on the next steps to take, we all went out to dinner with him. I was a little concerned because Gianna hasn't been herself lately and I didn't want him to be perturbed by small children in a restaurant. He was delighted and was completely entertained by her. In fact, he declared her to be a genius which I am totally pleased by. Of course, I think my children are some of the brightest and best children out there, so I'm flattered when someone else says so, too. He ended up paying for all of our meals (which was NOT cheap!) and made me promise not to wait long to call.
On the ride home, Eric and I again discussed the need for me to go visit him more frequently. I realize that the book may never come to print because we can forever tinker with it AND it keeps an "excuse" for us to stay in contact. I need to show him that this is more than a working relationship. I adore the man and don't mind spending time with him. I don't think he knows how much I idolize him and am tickled to know that we share ancestors and I can truly call him family.
I've heard people comment that they don't know what individuals do when they don't have "family" around...generally referencing immediate family members (parents, siblings). I KNOW that we create our own "family" through our selection of friends. It's just all the more incredible when a friendship is forged and then the family connection is discovered.
On this, a day when we are supposed to remember our ancestors, I want to say that I am grateful for the great Family Tree that connects us to my beloved friend Mr. Jarrett. I'm honored to be in company like his.

October Here and Gone

It has definitely been a FULL October.
We started the month with General Conference (the big and anticipated semi-annual broadcast from church leadership for the world). It was delightful and raised my spirits in knowing we are working hard to stay on the path of happiness.
I also had a Relief Society class to help teach sisters to sew (not a big turnout, but with the ability for each person who wanted to to be able to go home with a finished project).
Then, Eric and I celebrated our anniversary by holding a garage sale and making some good moola (trash to treasure!) and then having a whole day to ourselves as the girls stayed with their g-rents for the day AND night! Besides the annual Winner's Circle event, Eric and I never leave our children and even then we are surrounded with people. It was so enjoyable just to be a couple without any worries or obligations (minus the massage appointments we enjoyed that morning).
Finally, we had our Fall Festival at church which was...interesting. I hosted it with a small committee and I can definitely say that it was quite the learning curve. I hope I can remember the things to change or request or follow-up on next time so I can figure out a few more pointers. That is, if I am ever asked to host again.
Now it is Halloween itself. The last day of my favorite month of the year. I love Halloween and it is sad that it is almost gone already. One of our carved pumpkins rotted on the table (the other is WELL on it's way to complete decay, but we are hoping we'll still get to light it tonight). BUT, my house has recovered from last weekend's chaos AND I have a whole family of scarecrows sitting at my front door ready to great...well, us...because no one knows to come around the bend in the road to the rest of the cul-de-sac.

Enlightened Journey

The weather has turned cool again. Okay, so after checking what the temperature REALLY is, it actually can be qualified as cold. It's 38 degrees in my town this morning. Due to this, I bundled up my girls in the bike trailer with blankets and made sure the cover flaps were down to keep the wind off of them. I, too, bundled myself as comfortably as possible to ride my bike. Just last week I was wearing shorts and a tee shirt on this same trip!
As I rode down the street, I thought about how the trees are now keeping the sun off of me. It is amazing the perspective change I have, because I was previously grateful for the same shade because it kept me cool. Now it is too cold and I would have the trees line the other side of the road.
This got me thinking. There are none of God's creations that are bad. He created only good things. In the scriptures we are told that even the winds obey God. This is significant because we, as mortal men, don't always obey. He gave us an incredible gift that I am only now beginning to understand. Agency. We have the ability to choose. It is with this gift that we put good or evil into action. It is by US that things become a blessing or a curse, often by our perspective which causes us to choose.
These trees were giving the same gift: shade. However, in my current state I saw it as a curse. There was nothing that changed with these trees and their shade, only with me. Granted, the weather has changed, but that is on a continuous cycle and is influenced by the laws that are found in nature. I was the variable in the equation.
As we go about our days, we can recognize the great trust God placed in us by giving mortal man the opportunity and the responsibility to choose for themselves what they will do in this life. When a missionary, I was often confronted by people who would ask "why would God allow..." this terrible tragedy or this sadness. I wonder why they try to make God responsible for what man does. It is through the gift of agency that good and evil is enacted upon this earth, and it is done by man. God will not take that gift of agency away. He is a god of choice and truth and love. Only by making good and bad decisions do we grow and change and prove our mettle. Only by recognizing our ability and responsibility to choose do we gain the ability to change the world.

Conference Chat

I love to learn. Part of my joy in learning is to talk about the things I learn and to hear how someone else understands the same thing, but perhaps in a different light.
I invite you to join me in learning more about the gospel of Jesus Christ. We recently enjoyed General Conference and my sister and I have decided that we want to review the talks. So, we are going to talk about a talk each week and I'll try to post some of our review thoughts on here. I'd love to hear your thoughts about each talk, too!

Elder Richard G. Scott's The Power of Scripture
Love that memorizing scripture is like building friends. I felt huge pat on the back because we have chosen and have been memorizing scriptures as a family. It has increased the love of God's words by doing this together. I love hearing the scriptures from my children's lips. It has a beautiful power this way. It has brought us closer together.
I wrote in my notes that we need to read The Book of Mormon every year. This was further enforced when the Georgia Atlanta Mission President came down this past Sunday and issued the 90 day challenge to our ward to read The Book of Mormon completely in the next 90 days. I've learned so much already. The scriptures open up new windows of knowledge each time we read because we are different people in different situations because, as mortals, we are constantly changing.

Breaking Rules...In Fun

Before you think that I don't have fun or even know HOW to have fun, let me assure you that I do. It's not the crazy I-can't-remember-exactly-what-happened kind of event...I rather prefer remembering the things I do and KNOWING that I enjoyed every minute of it because I can recall with clarity what went on. Along with that, I also believe that having fun can happen by keeping all "rules," "laws," and social "etiquette."
My daughter recently participated in "Hat Day" at school. We gave her the option to do this as it was a fundraiser the school participates in. I get that. But still, I am a little leery of these kinds of events because it teaches that if you PAY you can break the rules.
So, now we are coming to school spirit week. Again, there will be a hat day and a camouflage day. Both of these items are prohibited by the school's rules. I just really wonder why we are teaching children that an occasional lapse from the rules is okay. It isn't. Or, if it is, then the rule was ridiculous in the first place. Take your pick.
I'm constantly hearing from older generations about how my generation and those under me are full of disrespectful people. In fact, it has been publicized that we live in an "I deserve society" and I deserve it "NOW" without having to put in the hard work. Well, then, I ask, who taught us? Where was the bending of the rules that allowed us down this path in the first place. It isn't like we had a big social revolution where my generation fought for these changes. They were allowed to happen, which means some leniency granted from the previous generations.
And so, I look at these little social things that we do in our schools, our churches, our clubs, and with our friends and family that bend the rules on some point of justification. Is it really helping the kids to teach this, or could we, with a little effort, teach them how to "let loose" the correct way and not break rules just because they are the obvious choice for "freedom".
What are your thoughts? What do these things really teach our kids?...and please explain your point of view.

Something You Should Read

I really wanted to post a couple of articles from the most recent General Conference, but they are not all available in text format (you can still watch them or listen to them, though!). So, I decided to do it a different way.
Today I will share this talk. It was given by President Dieter F. Uchtdorf, a counselor to the Prophet. I love the way he uses real life images to help me remember the things he teaches. And, there are several of the points that we ALL need to remember. Enjoy his words!

Can't Wait!!

Okay, I just couldn't wait for another session before writing about how much I love and appreciate the words of the leaders of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I am so uplifted and energized right now that I am near to bursting with love, joy, gratitude and excitement.
Don't miss out!! Watch it online here or on BYU TV or at a local meetinghouse of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. It broadcasts a new session at noon MST today and then two more sessions tomorrow at 10 am and 12pm MST.

Honor Thy Father and Thy Mother

It's actually a hard one to learn. It's even harder when the lesson comes and smacks you in the face...literally. And, more especially if your name is Gianna.
After putting the girls down for Sunday naps not once but twice(no, they don't always take naps other days, but we try to get some rest on the Sabbath), we were awakened a short time later to an urgent announcement from Emily that Gianna fell off the bed.
Startled and wrongly powered-up (you know the adrenaline rush and wooziness that happens when awoken shortly after finding that good friend Sleep), I was confused at how this could have hurt her. She sleeps on the bottom bunk, so it shouldn't have been much of a "fall". Little did I know that the tiny little girl had braved climbing the ladder to her sister's bed where she dropped off and landed on her beautiful face, marring her forehead and cheek. (If this child makes it through childhood, it WILL be a miracle! And to think this is our daughter and NOT a son!)
Sadly, after soothing her and addressing her injuries, we still had to explain the importance of that fifth of the ten commandments. It is proving pretty literal to "Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the LORD thy God giveth thee."
I know this is a continual lesson, but I really look forward to less painful ways of my children learning.

It's Nearly Autumn!

It has "cooled" off here in the South. I term that with quotes because it is relative cooling...a drop in twenty or thirty degrees is quite a cold front. I'm loving it. My favorite season is the fall. There are wonderful colors, smells, foods, and you get to pull out your warmish clothes (well...eventually I will get to. Sweaters at 80 degrees isn't really fun...or cool).
I've always loved autumn. As a kid, I loved going back to school and starting that new year. Yes, I realize that classifies me as a bona fide nerd, but I own it. I still see Fall as being the beginning of new things. And, it isn't school's fault, either. I started my mission in the fall. I moved here in the fall. I got married in the fall. See? Great things happen at this time of year.
So, celebrate tomorrow with something Fall Festive and let me know what you did!

Angelic Face

I just wanted to share something beautiful with all of you. As you know, I teach music to the Primary children (ages 3-12) at my church. It's a great callihttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifng for me because I love to sing. It's also great because the kids are great. Yes, sometimes a bit unruly, but that happens.
Yesterday, I got a little bit of heaven shared with me. The children are practicing their songs for the annual Primary Presentation (where they get to do the big congregation program to share what they have learned this year. It is music and the spoken word kid-style.) As we began singing a beautiful, sweet song about Jesus Christ("Did Jesus Really Live Again?"), I was looking at all the children and making sure they were confident singing the words. There was one young boy who just radiated the spirit. I wish I could have captured the image to share with you. I am blessed because it is imprinted forever upon my mind. As he sang this song, I felt his testimony as well as the love of Jesus Christ. I couldn't help it; I started to cry.
Oh, if only I could sing with that Spirit! What a beautiful experience for me! I am so grateful for this child and his parents for raising him to be capable of shining forth. Truly, "Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid. Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. Let your alight so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven."

Let Me Be the Parent

I don't want this to get into a rant, but I've had about enough of everyone's "concern" about my children and their education. Leave it to my husband and I to receive revelation and inspiration regarding our children. I let you do it for yours! Last time I checked, God entrusted US with these particular children, not a third party AND I haven't asked for your advice because I trust that my husband and I can receive that direction in our own way.
I have been bombarded with different individuals giving me unsolicited advice on a particular subject: my child's educational opportunities. Guess what? We pray ALL the time about how to raise our children, and education is one of those key points. If God has a different way for us to follow, let HIM instruct us, not you. Secondly, we have done our research. That is not just research about the school and teachers with whom we have entrusted our daughter , but also research and study of our own dear child and her needs and how best they can be met. Lastly, and just as importantly, we educate on all aspects of life in our home all the time. We aren't relying on any one source of education to fill that need. I'm not saying I'm a genius at motherhood, but I will say that I try to stay in-tune with the things my kids are interested in AND to their level of understanding (which is generally on a higher plane than a lot of people will give credit).
So, while I sit here and have my opinions and information and reasons for choosing something, you can sit there and have your own and have them as different as you want them to be. The difference is, I'm letting you choose, so why won't you give me the same respect and let me choose for my family?

A Challenge

I noticed something about myself today. I give lots of challenges. Of course, my challenges are usually from something that I've changed and have found to bring peace, joy, or interest to my life. I have reaped benefits and so I invite others to do it as well.
As a missionary, this was something we were trained to do. I mean, really, what would be the point of teaching a person something if you don't invite them to try it out for themselves? If they don't try it out, then they will never know what you were really talking about!
I shared my testimony of two things today.
First, I shared that when you want to set a goal, children are great supporters and encouragers. For instance, I used to memorize a few scripture verses every day. I even worked up to memorizing talks given by apostles and prophets. My focus at that point in my life was treasuring up knowledge so I could share it with those I was teaching. I had that as my encouragement. Well, today, my most important listeners and learners are my own children. I wanted to get back into memorization for spiritual as well as physical benefits (you improve your mind as you memorize things...you know, brain exercise). After hearing a bit of encouragement from an apostle during this talk in April 2010, I tried different ways of implementing the study and memorization. Now we memorize, as a family, one scripture each week.
The second point I wanted to make was that we can and all should be fasting and donating a fast offering to the Church each month. Because of memorizing the scriptures this week, we taught our children about the poor and needy as well as being of one heart and one mind. In our prayers this week, Emily has been a good example and has been praying that we have one heart and one mind. She has also picked up on the idea that there are people out there that don't have as much as we have. I got to teach her the concept of fasting and fast offerings, which was great because today was "fast and testimony" Sunday, when we do this as a ward (congregation). This morning she asked me if I was "saving food" which was her interpretation of the devotion. Yes, my dear, I am saving food so that I can share with others. It struck me then that there are many mothers and fathers who are saving food for their own families because in order for them to eat, their children may not. What a powerful way to teach me during my fast.
At the end of this, I offered a challenge for all of us to fast and make the fast offering, but also to provide service to those who are around us. This is my point. I've taken home the meaning of teaching: enlighten and motivate to change.
I hope I don't offend anyone. I just find joy in these things and am excited about them and want others to experience it as well. I'm not offering a challenge because I think I'm better than someone else; just hoping that we can all encourage each other to do better and be happier.

Not My Words

So, I have a degree in Comparative Literature. "What does THAT mean?" you think. Well, it can be a lengthy explanation. In fact, one of the courses I had to take was defining the discipline. I find that funny because I'm not sure how many other disciplines are out there for study that have to first be defined. I mean, you go into biology, you know that it is the study of life. It's the title. But, somehow, comparative literature is a bit more elusive than that. But, to break it down, it is the comparing of two of more cultures through a medium of art; be it the literature of books to books, or even literature and film or whatever. It is mandatory to have a minimum of two languages with which to use in comparison, and by this, also the cultural background to discuss theories, sciences, social changes, etc.
Because of the blessing of this training, when I read something, I tend to look at a lot of different perspectives considering what is being written. With that in mind, the number one rule in comparative literature is to GO TO THE SOURCE.
Every time someone references a quote, a link, a theory, or what have you, I am searching for the original context. There are too many times that people pick up on something they were looking for and exclude the rest of the context with which it was said, written, or done. In fact, within the church culture I live in, we are constantly reminded NOT to quote apostles and/or prophets unless we can give the exact reference so that the context can be read by listeners/readers at another time.
I read something today and was shocked at the way information was presented. I am not doubting the person had good intentions, but the quotes used were severely out of context. We have to be careful that when we are looking to "justify" our reasons for doing something that we use our own words and stop pretending that we are standing on the shoulders of others. If it isn't in the context of the quote, we lose a lot of understanding when separated from the rest of the speech, book, film, or novel. Even if we are taking great care and don't think we are doing it, we easily slide in to manipulating other people's words for our own purposes and typically creating our own propaganda. I'm not excluding myself from doing the same thing, but ask that you please take into consideration when reading bits and pieces of things. Just as statistics can be swayed greatly for a particular purpose, so can words.

Step One of a Dream

In the third grade, I decided I wanted to write books. I've been a bookworm my whole life and I even prepared myself through college to become a great writer through my choice in major. I'm not saying I've reached my goal yet, but I am on step one...finally!
I have been working with a gentleman for quite awhile now and he has turned over his autobiography for me to work on. I just finished the initial editing and proofing of his own writings. We meet next week to discuss questions I have and to work out any other information kinks. After that meeting, I will be spending quite a bit of time rewriting and reworking his life into "book" form. I am so excited to be able to work on this project. I hope I can truly see how to do this and create a wonderful piece for his family to enjoy. We don't want it to be a dry autobiography, but a living, breathing narrative.

Would I Lie to You, Baby

Okay, so this song has been stuck in my head since I watched an episode of "Drop Dead Diva"...yes, I know, silly, but I actually like the show for some strange reason.
Anyway, lying is something I can't stand. To me, it goes hand in hand with another pet peeve of mine: hypocrisy. It takes both to be able to lie, according to Liz. Now, I understand that sometimes we may think that it is appropriate to tell a "white lie" in order to avoid hurt feelings. My way of getting around this, because I don't think lying is ever okay, is to steer the compliment/remark in a different direction. For instance, I am not a huge fan of "baby cuteness". I actually think 99 percent of babies are actually unattractive. Sweet maybe, but not "cute." So, instead I compliment on something else like, "Wow, her eyes are SO blue!" Or "What a cute outfit!" Sorry if I'm telling on myself now and you realize I've never said your infant was cute (you probably will hear it from me when they reach toddlerdom because I find toddlers basically irresistible and always have), don't be offended.
With that in mind, I don't think people should tell all out lies. I'm going to use this experience as a for instance, but there are also people very close to me that do the same thing...and it is really everything I have in me NOT to call them out on it and expose their manipulative and erroneous information they share. And, after reading a particular book (THANK YOU, CB!! It's one of my fav's!!), I realize why I pay attention to what people say as well as their body language which reveals a lot of information, too.
A man approached us the other day to request a donation of money for his wife and him to get a hotel room. He claimed he only had $7 to his name, but that his boss was holding a check for him for thirty-five hundred dollars, but that wouldn't clear the bank before 9am tomorrow morning. He then explained that he's having a rough time and he just started work on Wednesday.
After explaining that we didn't have anything to give him, which we didn't, and he left, I then asked Eric if I had heard the story correctly. Firstly, he had a check that his boss had that the band was going to clear. Next, he apparently made $3500 in THREE days!! I want his job, and I would only work one week a month!! I also have to point out that he was wandering Wal-mart's parking lot WITHOUT said wife. I mean, if they need a hotel room, where is she?
I'm not saying that we shouldn't help the deserving poor, but just be wary of being scammed. I am more likely (when I have money or food to donate) to give it to a person who I feel is being honest, not pathetic and with a big long story about whatever.
So, would I lie to you? No. I'll always try to be polite, but I try my best never to say anything that is untrue.

Appearances ARE Everything

Talking to a friend who is fairly recently from Africa, we were chatting about a few things. She gave me a few phrases that I thought were good and interesting and...not following the "politically correct" movement.
One was, "I know who you are by what you wear." I think this is basically true, too. I have to add that people tend to apply this (in their minds because no one would EVER dare own up to it) to other items as well. For instance, since we drive a Merc, I've noticed a lot of difference in the way people talk about what I drive and how they approach me. Actually, in a very specific instance, people approach me ALL THE TIME asking for monetary assistance now that I drive this vehicle. They don't realize that it was a reduction in cost, so they just assume from appearances. I can say this because when I drove my minivan, no one EVER approached me in a parking lot for assistance. Go figure. This is why I say it is "basically" true because we don't really ever know how much a person paid for an item.
For another instance, my daughter was wearing a dress one Sunday and a comment was made about how much money her parents spent on the Osh-Kosh dress (which, I was surprised that the dress was that easily identifiable). What this person didn't know was, she was speaking to the mother who DIDN'T pay a lot for the dress because it was purchased at a yard sale for $1.
My punch line here is thus: be careful HOW you judge people on appearances...you just might be surprised at the information that isn't so easily seen.

Where Everybody Knows Your Name

Or at least your bike. A week into school and everyone already knows us because of the bike. Thus far, people seem entertained by the "novelty" of the bike and trailer. I really, really love being able to ride the bike. In less than 30 minutes, I can be to school, pick up Emily, and be back home. There just isn't another option for pickup for us than this because nothing can compare.
Of course, I am already trying to figure out what I do in the following years when we have larger and possibly more children going to school. I can't exactly continue to carry both of the girls for multiple years. My big hope is that Emily will become a good bike rider herself and be able to ride her own way to and from school and that Gianna will eventually get to that point as well. In the meantime, I don't mind pulling the extra weight and getting a great workout while being effective and time efficient at getting my child to and from school.
Speaking of the workout, I was a little intimidated by getting on the bike again after not riding all summer. Guess what? It was EASY!! I know you are supposed to lose muscle tone and strength after a short period of time, but apparently I did enough other exercise (building a shed and mowing the lawn, perhaps?) this summer that I was able to sustain my strength. Sure, I'm a bit slower that I will be in a couple more weeks, but it isn't killing me...at all. Even in all this heat, I'm not getting super sweaty and uncomfortable.
There are just so many perks to the bike. I should start a club: Moms on Wheels.

Dinner Meal Planning

Okay, so it isn't exactly in effect as of yet (the official start is tonight as it was only prepared last week), but I am excited for the possibilities. Eventually I will add more choices to this, but "in the beginning," there was chaos, then light and dark and on and on. So, our meal planning will begin much the same.
Last week we had an FHE on food. I feel like we are always talking about food in random ways, but that's what you get when one of your children is a budding scientist/doctor/something. Foods that are good for your body, foods that are fun to eat but should be limited, and foods we shouldn't eat ever (mostly drinks, actually).
I had this epiphany that the kids can help me make our meal plan. It's kind of hard when both of them don't read or don't read extremely well. SO, I grabbed some paper plates, labeled them for each day of the week, printed out some pictures of various dishes with the hope to laminate them, attach them to velcro and have a matching piece on each dish.
It's fun and it's great and I love having the girls join in the joy of choosing what we will have for dinner. I will just be more effective having it planned out a week in advance. Thus, I have added an important planning portion of our weekly Family Home Evening: dinner planning!! We'll see how it goes for awhile and then I'll return and report...at least to ourselves. =)

Vegas Reunion

The mission I served for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints was one of the best things I have ever done. It solidified my testimony of the truthfulness of the gospel and has helped me in so many ways as an adult, a wife, and a parent. Those 18 months were the most intense life schooling a person could ever have (24 months if you are an elder).
I met some amazing people and had a lot of fantastic memories. It's funny, though, because as life goes on, you tend to forget the details. Amazingly enough, a little reminder can jolt a multitude of memories.
On Sunday one of the missionaries serving in our ward approached me and asked me a little about my mission. He's all grown up and I wouldn't have recognized him, but this was a young man I knew while I was a missionary. Seeing his name tag and chatting with him brought back memories of his sisters and his parents, even the details of the house layout and photos on the wall. In fact, this particular family was a real help to my companion and me. We'd been trying to meet with a particular individual for some time; someone I knew would be baptized soon. However, my companion became very ill and needed an opportunity to rest and recoup. I was unwilling to let the opportunity to teach this man go and we were able to make arrangements with this boy's family so I could be at the dinner and begin teaching. My companion stayed with the mother at their house while one of the daughters came out with me on the teaching appointment. Because we were able to start teaching that night, I was where I was supposed to be to help this man on his journey back to God's presence. I was transferred a few weeks later, but this man continued meeting with the missionaries and was baptized later that year. I was even able to go back to witness his baptism. This man was such a big part of the excitement of my mission and yet I forgot this "little" detail of who was with me when it started.
I'm so very grateful for man's family (because although he was a boy then, he has grown up!) and the opportunities they provided us to continue serving even when it seemed impossible.
This is a fantastic family. All of their children served (are serving) missions and the parents are also serving a mission together right now. What a great example they are!!
It was such a gift to be able to see this elder and catch up on a major portion of my mission (I served in his ward the longest of any of my areas AND I ended up moving there for a short time after my mission). It's wonderful the way the Lord pours out blessings upon me.

Logger Woman Liz

When we lived in Washington, we had a wood burning stove. This gave off great heat but it demanded that we spend summers gathering wood for the winter. I'm almost positive that we ALL grumbled EVERY time, but I also remember after getting there that it was fun in some way or another. Sometimes just getting out into the fresh air and sweating is all that is needed.
Apparently I was wanting that today. First thing this morning, I went out and mowed our lawn. While mowing I realized that we have never moved the tree trunk parts. Of course, part of the reason was because they needed to dry out some as they were too heavy with sap and water to try to maneuver.
Guess what I did? I moved every single last log and stacked the wood so it looks better. We don't have a need for the wood, but it is there until we can figure out what to do with it. In the meantime, I have regained my side yard and it is no longer an obstacle course to get to our beautiful shed (I probably haven't posted pictures of that as of yet. I'll get to that post as soon as we finish the gables).
There is definitely something to be said for hard work and good old sweat....and getting up early enough so you don't melt in the 100+ degree weather while doing it.
(And those logs are a lot bigger than they appear. Hannah is in the foreground, giving distortion to the size of the logs in the back. There were several (try all the ones on the bottom left) that I could only roll or flip end-to-end to get them over there. You'd be more impressed in person. =)

Another Talent Underway

I have often marveled at those who can play the piano. I am such a fan of this instrument. However, due to not pursuing further lessons as a child (yes, I fell into the "I don't like this" category and my parents relented...for all of us, I guess it isn't fair when you have multiple children pooh-poohing the activity), I never did develop this talent. Life continued and I pursued other means of developing my music abilities.
First was singing. I have always loved singing and this has become my tell-sign if things aren't okay because I STOP singing. This lends largely to the singing of our lives that goes on in our home, including Gianna and Emily's own versions of "My Life the Musical". I've never had any formal training, though I did sing in the choir at school and church, but I did learn by singing along side of my older sister who did play the piano. I learned both soprano and alto voice this way. Currently I get to share my love of music and singing by serving as the Primary Music Leader at church. I teach children the age of 3-12 in large group settings.
Next was the selection of the flute as my "other" musical instrument. While in the fourth grade, my parents and I agreed to this instrument and they purchased a new one for me to use and learn on. In the fifth grade I began learning the flute and played in the "band"...I'm not sure what they called it then. I continued this throughout middle and high school. I thought the flute was such an elegant instrument and that was largely the reason for my choice, not realizing how a major part of it's beauty is in the fact that it is an accompaniment instrument that sounds beautiful next to other voices.
I didn't leave off on musical instruments there. My junior year in high school we had a change of band teachers. Because of this, a large portion of students dropped band and jazz band. I wanted to participate in jazz band, but there wasn't a whole lot of need for the flute. I was fascinated by the throaty tones of the saxophone and a friend of mine and I promptly requested the opportunity to join. We went the first day to discover that the new teacher was unaware that neither of us had ever played a saxophone before. He relegated us to the storage room to learn. We had a crash course in it, administer by ourselves, and began playing with the rest of the jazz band the following week (we only met two mornings per week, so we essentially learned in two days). It was an easy transition because of fingering, but a whole new world for mouth positioning and our poor embouchures! I was so in love with this and had a few solos, which was quite intimidating and problematic since tightening the embouchure changes the sound emanating from the instrument. Squeaks ensued, but I was learning performance.
After leaving high school early, I no longer played in concert, pep, or jazz bands, so my instrument skills have fallen by the wayside. It just isn't as much fun to play the flute solo and I don't own my own saxophone, so I have let it slip with the goal that some day I will get back to it. However, I have spent a lot of time singing and was blessed to serve a mission under a president who advised us to sing at every appointment, which I did.
Since getting married and housing Eric's Grandaddy's electric piano, I have had the desire to restart my learning of the piano. I recently made arrangements to learn from my friend, Beth. Things happened and I wasn't able to start. However, she had the need of housing a "real" piano for a few months and it is now a resident at the Boyd Abode. In exchange, she has offered to give me lessons. It's fantastic! I am loving it so much!! I don't have great skills, but I am learning and she is a great encourager. I couldn't tell you how much time I am spending at the keys, but I sit down a few times a day because I love it so much. I hope that by seeing me learn the piano and loving it, my girls will continue to have the desire to learn and play and have that gift in their lives. And, I hope that they will one day exceed my abilities and amaze me with their skills. Motivation seems such a factor for children learning things like this, but it is also an effort and work for the parents to stay behind it and encourage them on the path. I know too many adults who are living my same "I wish I would have" life in regards to the piano.
So, for the next forever, I hope to be taking lessons and learning to become a proficient pianist so I can bring music into our home more fully as well as to serve in other ways in church.

Miracle of Miracles

Okay, perhaps it isn't for anyone else, but it IS for me.
Sunday we were at a company picnic. I wasn't too thrilled to be doing it, but it was a necessary "evil" (not that it was evil in the slightest). However, when we got there and I got chatting (I know, the poor things!) with a couple, I started enjoying it. I brought our camera along to capture some moments...which never even happened. However, it is important to know that our little Elph was along with us.
I made multiple trips across the way to the public restroom. In doing this, I ended up setting down the camera on the toilet paper dispenser. Of course, I didn't remember and left.
Well, after that, we went over to Eric's parents' house, as usual. We played games and had a ton of fun over there. We got home late and I certainly wasn't thinking about the camera.
Monday passed without any photo opportunities presenting themselves, but then yesterday it was raining and the girls were having fun playing in the water. Now, I know I have a camera on my phone, but I really just don't like using it. And, why should I when I have a little point-and-shoot that takes really fabulous pics? I searched everywhere for it to no avail.
I prayed about it and remembered setting it down next to Gianna's carseat in the car. Nope. Not there. The next and lasting image was when I set it down on the toilet paper dispenser. Well, knowing full well that if someone found a digital camera that they wouldn't turn it in to lost and found, I called the park. They took down my information and promised to call back around 2pm.
I continued to list the many events recorded on the camera because I haven't uploaded images in about six months. Each time I would feel really sad and I cried a few times. I then relied on the faith of my little children. I asked Emily to please say a prayer. She did and then Gianna also offered her version. They knew I was really upset about it. After that, when my mind would think of those lost pictures, I would have a sense of peace.
Two o'clock rolled around and passed by. No phone call. I waited until after 4pm to call. The very nice lady said she had called and left a message that no one had turned it in. I kept thinking that I should just pack the girls in the car and go up to the park myself to look.
I finally followed that prompting because I recognized that feeling of peace and assurance that we could find it as being the Holy Ghost. After we got in the car and were headed towards the lake, I had the prompting to call my father-in-law. I thought it was silly because the last impression I had of having the camera was on the toilet paper dispenser. Thankfully, my memory IS faulty. He answered and said that yes, the camera was sitting on the shelf and that he just didn't know whose it was.
I felt SUCH relief!! I was so happy!! We drove straight over to get it and we invaded them for the rest of the evening.
I really don't know how the camera ended up there. Apparently I carried it into their house, but I seriously have no memory of doing it. Plus, it would have been sitting WITH my phone, but it wasn't. Any way I look at it, I will just be grateful. And, I have yet another experience that when we act on the promptings of the Spirit, we will be lead in the right direction. It wasn't until I actually put my body in motion that I was led to find the camera. That's faith for you...you actually have to act on it for it to work!!

Pity Part for One, Please.

You had warning at the title, so there are no apologies for your further reading.
I am a person who can't say no to "a favor," otherwise known as "giving service." In my belief system, if you are capable, you can do it...and SHOULD do it. However, time after time I feel a little, no, a LOT of disappointment.
In fact, last night I confessed to my husband that I need a Liz Boyd. I need someone who is available and flexible enough to provide service IN MY TIME OF NEED. It isn't that I'm providing service at my convenience...someone asks and I do it, even if I have to rearrange things to do it because I CAN. I guess I should also say that I am willing to do that because these people are my friends. In some strange world I truly believe that the return will happen. I mean, that's not even solely a Christian ideology. It's the Golden Rule and karma and I don't know what else.
Anyway, I just get a little down-heartened when I need a favor and those who I've provided service for seem never to be available. Don't get me wrong. I understand that other individuals are working and such, but guess what? Even though I am a stay-at home mom, I am working, too. It's a full-time, no monetary gain kind of job. And, when I take on a service opportunity for someone else, my full-time job takes a backseat for awhile. Granted, I have two amazing children who are fairly, no, extremely independent for being the ages they are. And, I don't have to repeat rules or scrub extra things or repair damaged items or whatever when it is just us.
I just wish I didn't feel this way but as it has happened time after time after time, I get tired of it and just want a clone of me that I can call on in a time of need and have the exact favor fulfilled at the time I need it.
The funny part is, most of these favors I have, at times, tried to call in. The number one response is that I am just that amazingly lucky to only need someone when no one else is available. Seriously.
Okay, okay, so I can't say "no one". That would actually deny the existence of the most amazing "come through for you" gal I know: Jennifer Winters. Seriously. Twice I've called on her at the last minute and she has HAPPILY accepted my call of need. But, shouldn't I be able to call on others, too?
I also need to admit that my in-laws are there for me. I'm taking piano lessons from a friend and they are watching my girls every Wednesday evening for me. I really, really appreciate that. AND, the way I am receiving these lessons is because of a return favor for my service of piano-sitting for her relative.
I don't need a lot of help. I rarely can even come up with a reason I would call on someone to assist me. I guess that is what is frustrating me the most at this point in time...especially as I know I can't go with my husband on his next trip because I KNOW I can't find someone this last minute to watch my dogs for me so we can leave with him.
Sigh! Pity party. I know, but I also don't feel bad about it. Through all of this, I've earned my table for one at my very own pity party.
And, if you are reading this, do you struggle with the same thing? And, how do I avoid this happening in the future? I mean, REALLY, I need to know that answer so I don't go through the rest of my life thinking that I have "SUCKER" stamped on my forehead.

Game Review

We are dorks. I know this. That's okay. Being dorks, we like to play board games and card games. We have a few friends who we've really enjoyed because we get to play games. We also have recently enjoyed playing games with family. So, I thought I'd give a few suggestions for those of my adoring fans (cough, cough).
Trans America. My mother-in-law introduced us to this game about a year ago. It's a board game with the "set-up" being the game. You refresh your geography of the United States as you compete to build your railroad across the country. It's fast-paced and easy enough for people to learn. We haven't played it with our children because I think they are still a bit young, but it's definitely doable for children age eight and older. And, you don't have to keep score. It's just fun to see who can build their railroad first! It's fairly cheap and can be found through amazon.com. There's a second version called Trans Europa. I'm sure it's just as much fun and interesting to learn more of Europe's geography, but since we stuck with TransAmerica and sent TransEuropa home with my sister. It's the same game, just different locations.
Things. We learned this game about a year and a-half ago at a friend's 30th birthday party. It was a large group and was so much fun that we had to invest in it. I say that because it is in our more pricey range (I think it was $30-35 at ToysRUs). This game can be as long or short as you want and there is virtually no set-up required. The rules of the game are that someone reads a "category" of things and all players, including the reader write a response. After the reader gathers all the responses, he/she reads them aloud and then play begins. Players are then supposed to identify each individual's response. The more "unconventional" your answers, the more fun this game is. We played this game way into the night (or, morning, you could really say) when my siblings were in town. We played again well into the night at my in-law's house last night with part of our extended family. Each time: SO MUCH FUN!! This one does require reading and writing and limiting the "rating" you want played. It is marked an "adult" game.
ImaginIFF. This game is more fun with people who are comfortable enough to say what they really think AND the better everyone knows each other, the better. Although, it's rather more interesting for me to find out what people really think about me...or, are at least willing to reveal. Again, not a game that requires little set-up (there's a board, write names on it, choose pawns and GO!). This game requires reading and choosing a given option, so not one for young children and definitely don't play with someone who can be offended easily. This was a fairly cheap game, but I got it on clearance from Wally World. I believe the original price was $20.
Flux. I think my husband enjoys this game even more than I do. There are many versions of it but we chose the Family Flux so our kids can start playing it sooner...they just need to be able to read and remember what they read (a bit of reading comprehension, yes?). The original game is much larger and can get very complicated, which is why my genius husband likes it so much. I don't like to be overwhelmed with rules and I don't adjust well to change so this game is more difficult for me, although I still enjoy it. I can't remember what we paid for this one, but we found it with amazon.com and I believe it was fairly inexpensive...perhaps $5-10.
Now, in case you are thinking that we don't play games with our children, we do! Gianna's favorite is Hi-Ho Cherry-O! Great, quick game that teaches counting. Emily isn't as fond of it as Gianna (I think Gianna could play this ALL DAY) but that may stem from the fact that Emily is a picture and words kind of girl (much like her mommy) and Gianna is more of a numbers kind of girl (definitely like her daddy). Emily prefers Memory, at which she usually wins. She apparently can remember tiles better than where she left her own shoes, but, again, that's something she inherited from her mother. She also likes Chutes and Ladders. This is a game she caught onto early but Gianna is just as content to walk the little people around the board. This enables Emily and me to play a game or two while she entertains herself. But, I think the BEST game all around for small children is called Can Do Roo (I believe the official title is much longer, but who needs to remember that. Actually, we refer to it as the Kangaroo game). We found ours at a store called The Schoolbox in Atlanta which sells school supplies and targets teachers (this store is worse than a bookstore for me...I want it ALL!!). Again, we purchased ours on clearance, but I think you can find it for $20 on amazon.com. You can see if you have a local school supply store but you might drool over all the other possibilities for educational toys and supplies...then, again, you might not be as big of a nerd as I am. This game has a kangaroo "doll" with an actual pouch that holds all of the tokens. Each player draws a token and then does what it says. For instance, if it is a "name it" token, it will have a letter on it and then you are required to either identify the letter or something that starts with the letter, depending on the age and ability of the child. We play this game as a family and have a lot of fun. Other tokens require you to hop a certain number of times or to hop to something in your house that is the shape printed on the token. I like it because everyone can play and there is movement, which is always good for small children and adults alike.
So, I've told you this with plenty of time to pull out an old favorite or to go in search of a new favorite for Family Home Evening. =) Enjoy these games and your family!!

And So It Begins...

Ladies and Gentlemen!! I have the manuscripts at last!! Yes, that is correct "manuscripts". It appears that Mr. Paul has saved multiple copies of his writing. So, I'm trying to find out what is repeated, what is missing, and what needs to be combined into his final draft. THEN I can begin the editorial work he has asked me to do.
I'm so excited and yet a bit daunted at the task. The "final" copy currently consists of 366 pages. Yes, single-spaced. Of course, he has also included pictures of important events and artifacts, but still!!
I'm eleven pages in after an hour's worth of work this morning and my back already needs an adjustment. I guess I need to do some ab and back workouts along with this so I don't cripple myself during this project.

Feeling Left Out

I know I have two really great kids. They play well together and both of them can play individually, too. However, yesterday I kept trying to participate with them and they didn't need me. Sometimes I feel left out because their brains are carrying on conversations with each other and there's no room for me. I know I should just be grateful, but I also want to be a part of their play. All too soon this will be over (school starts soon) and then I'll miss the ability to accomplish everything and more because it'll just be Gianna and me at home.

Technology How I Hate/Love Thee

I have to say that technology and I definitely have a love-hate relationship. I don't know why I have King Midas' Touch, but it definitely comes out in a lot of useless efforts at times.
My most current frustration is the fact that I've spent too much time gathering and typing information for my genealogy and the branch that is for Mr. Paul. Both programs are now blocked to me. For some reason it just doesn't want to let me open. I feel like I'm getting the "I have to wash my hair" response from the computer. It is LYING TO ME!! I click to open the program which I can obviously see. It responds, "Access Denied". When I click the "ok" button it pops another window up giving me a lame excuse of why this is occurring. It tells me something to the effect that it can't be opened because it is in use elsewhere. WHERE??? I'm the only one using this computer and it is NOT OPEN!!
I've been putting it off, but it is inevitable. I had to start completely over. It's rather annoying. I mean, I have the information saved via two other online providers, but I can't just download my work to my computer. They only allow uploading...sort of. Anyway, now that I've entered and reentered and reentered, I have to start AGAIN and do all the work over. I am trying to make myself feel better that perhaps there was one piece of incorrect information that was tagging along and this way it will be exposed and fixed. We'll see.
Here's to going over and over and over and over records! Let's sing this to "Pioneer Children Sang as they Walked"------"Genealogy keeps making Liz type, and type, and type and type...."

Family Fun

I was blessed to have three siblings, my parents AND a nephew come for a visit this past week. It went by quickly and I miss having my own blood relations here already.
I'd post pictures but apparently the week went by so fast that I didn't get many taken.
We played lots of board games, visited historical sites and a museum, and I got to introduce my parents to my beloved Mr. Paul. Best of all, my girls and my nephew got along really great and were fast friends, which was exciting since this was the first time they've been old enough to play together (last time we were together, Gianna was an infant, H was only a year old, and Emily was only two).
It was great staying up late with my siblings and laughing our heads off. I just wish I hadn't gotten old because now my body is exhausted and has been telling me that I'm not a spring chicken anymore but I'm more like Sleeping Beauty who needs her rest.

Butterflies

You know when you get that tingling sensation in your stomach that we often refer to as "having butterflies"? What is that? For me, it's happiness. I get those butterflies just from waking up in the morning to my husband or my girls. I had a good dosing of it this morning as I prepared cereal for my girls. I don't know why our bodies do that, but I do know that I love my family. I love them so much that sometimes I have butterflies.

Christ Centered Life

I've said it before and I'll say it again, I really have learned a lot about being centered on Christ by raising my children. I've often heard it taught in church (and repeated it myself) that we need to seek opportunities to teach the gospel in every day moments of life. The truth of the matter is, our children will teach us, first.
I asked a simple question at dinner and thought I would receive a very different response from Emily, but her response was even more insightful and safer than I would have originally taught her. A lesson of practicality and safety coming from me turned into my child teaching me about faith and prayer.
My question, "Emily, what would you do if you got lost?"
With no hesitation she replies, "I would pray to Heavenly Father. "Dear Heavenly Father, bless me to find my home. You go first and I follow you. Name of Jesus Christ, Amen."
I was stunned. I was prepared to teach her to look for a woman and ask for assistance and to have her repeat my cell number (statistically speaking, women are safer and more willing to go the distance to return a child). I was taught tonight that the first thing IS prayer. Oh, to be as a little child and know that God knows everything and can lead us to every answer and assistance we need!

It's the Simple Things

I have been plagued by allergies. Just as soon as I expressed my gratitude that only one eye was affected, the other eye got jealous and joined the party. Watching Top Gear last night wasn't as much fun without sight. However, after a prayer that the allergies would lessen so I could use my eyes, I was able to discover where my old, old glasses were (the last pair broke and I didn't even know we'd kept the pair previous to that!). Today has been MUCH better as I've been able to relax my poor, sore eyes by not inflicting upon them the added irritation of contact lenses.

Gratitude for Allergies

There are things that are really hard to see the good thing about. I'm one of those that suffers from seasonal allergies. Sadly, they have gotten worse as I have aged but this also coincides with residency in my current state.
Tonight I am grateful that only one of my eyes is allergic to whatever sheds it's pollen in the evening hours. At least I can still see and mostly function. Of course, as I was clearing the table after dinner, I had to announce to my husband NOT to come around the corner because I didn't want to inadvertently skewer him. My vision is a bit off (I've removed the contact lens and have even patched the offending eye...which has strangely helped as it doesn't get the allergen into it in the first place) so I don't trust my depth perception.
I'm still not sure what blessing comes from the allergy (except perhaps it means that things are flowering and growing...) but I can be grateful that only one eye is involved in the onslaught of symptoms of said offending bits of nature.

Exciting Times

Baby announcements and wedding invitations create quite a bit of excitement...and wanted or unwanted advice. The same goes for mission calls.
My youngest brother just received his mission call yesterday. He's going to Sacramento!!! I am super excited for him as this has been his own journey. A lot of people expect 19 year old single men to go on mission and 21 year old women to serve "if they haven't gotten married". Last year the prophet issued a renewed call: if you are capable, you should go. My brother heard these words and after already feeling the promptings of the Spirit to get his life headed fully on The Path, began his preparations for serving his mission.
It's wonderful that some people grow up and serve their missions "on time" so to speak. However, it is even more amazing and impacting when an individual chooses to go because of the PROMPTINGS of the Spirit. There is more power in his testimony and more validity to his choice to serve.
I just want to give the biggest shout out and congratulations to my brother. The next two years will be the most interesting spiritual education you can imagine. And, because of the spiritual enlightenment, other parts of life and this world will come into better, more precise focus for you.

Stalker and Fear

A friend of mine loaned me a book that I find very interesting about the gift of fear. It's great, thus far. I'll be doing a full book review after completing it on my other blog lelivrelist.
Anyway, the point is that we are very intuitive beings and yet we discount things through logic. So, the basis is that we need to pay attention to those first feelings.
I tell you this because last night I got a text message from an unknown number. The first message was "Test". My reaction was, "Did one of your coworkers use my number for a demo?" The number was not one that would match up to this area, so Eric explained this. In another moment, I get another text asking, "Will you go out with me tonite?" Again, I thought this was weird, but unperturbed. I replied, "Wrong tree" to which my friends chuckle. I immediately get another text stating, "How about after your company leaves." I quickly glance outside and show the text to Eric and say, "Okay, that's a bit disturbing." Eric starts laughing and reveals that he is my stalker. We all have a good laugh.
I illustrate this because I didn't get that creepy feeling or emotions of panic or fear. You really CAN rely on your own tuition to guide you in life. Just pay attention to your inner being to know how to react to stimuli in your life.

Tribute to My Dad

I have one of those dads that you will always been awed by. He's tall, smart, and very caring.
I remember measuring my own growth compared to his belt buckle. You have to know my dad to know why this is significant. He is NOT a hick, a cowboy, or whatever, but he DOES love a good, large belt buckle. Of course, at times that belt brought different emotions, but I deserved what I got and knew it was the punishment (and you know what? I turned out just fine and we are a happy family, nay-sayers of corporal punishment.) He was a disciplinarian and I respect my Dad (and Mom) for setting rules and sticking to them.
I also have always thought my dad was a super smartie. http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif Seriously, if you ever have an inkling towards knowing the in's and out's of any scientific theory or method, he'll explain it. His knowledge lent well to talents in sports because he understood that whole physics thing. But I learned other loves of my life from him as well. He's a big history buff (largely WWII stuff and if you haven't heard of or seen Battle of the Bulge, you haven't stayed at my parents' home for any length of time) and he has always shown a love for music. The latter one is interesting because he never played an instrument. However, there are more songs that I associate with my Dad than probably any single other person on the planet. It's because he'd play the records on a Saturday morning while Mom was cooking breakfast. The William Tell Overture is also known to me as "Dad's Song".
I will also have cherished memories of my dad going to school with me to do presentations on Native Americans when I was in elementary school. He made traditional clothing and was part of a tribe there in Missouri, so I grew up appreciating that culture as well.
Dad, if I haven't told you lately, I really do love you and respect you. Thanks for helping to lead me through this life to be where I am today. I love you!! Happy Father's Day!!

New Friends

One of our neighbors has often had her niece over to spend a few days with her at a time. We've tried to get my girls together with her niece for a couple of years. Finally, it has happened. And, you know what? They have a TON of fun together.
It's so strange to have the ability to have a child pop over or the request to go over to her friend's house without having to drive!! It's so wonderful! It's especially great today because they are out there swimming while Gianna takes an extended nap. It's great to let Gianna get the rest she needs while still allowing Emily to have some fun and get some special time with a friend.
This totally takes me back to my own childhood. We lived in a small town and there were several children close enough in the area to play with. However, there were no friends as great as the ones just across the street. Beth and Angie were the perfect match for the Liz and Rachel duo. I was obviously always the big lug in the group, but it was so fun. I remember things ranging from playing with their gerbils, to cleaning their backyard (way more fun to rake your friends' yard than your own), to the "secret clubhouse" that was actually the area next to the crawl space but it had a light so we thought it was great for a clubhouse. They were such great friends and I often wonder where they are today (we moved away when I was ten years old, so it's been eons since I've heard from or seen them).
I'm so grateful for new and old friends!

Gratitude is Not Judging

I'm trying to stop wondering why people do things in ways that don't make sense to me or my life. In a moment of epiphany, I realized that instead of wondering at these people, I should just be grateful for my life. Some people have difficult children or strict schedules to keep to help their children be more relaxed and happy. I don't have to fall into that pattern, so instead of questioning it, I just give thanks for my children who have been raised in a home with a fluctuating schedule. I can see pros and cons of each way of living and I should just worry about my own...and since my own is working out so nicely for me, be happy.
I also am trying to see things in new ways. For instance, recently someone called me out and made me feel really bad about a certain situation. Actually, I didn't feel bad about my actions, I was hurt at the reaction that was given because of it. Instead of feeling like I was justified, I have, instead, tried to reconcile the way I do things with some suggestions this individual gave. Interestingly enough, it's more a matter of energy and animation, but I can work with that. And, it seems that everyone is fairly content with the way things are with those changes.
I am also seeing how some people think they have such firm testimonies. In the past I have been somewhat critical. I don't like hypocrites and when your actions demonstrate the opposite of what you say, I can't help but classify you that way. In yet another moment of enlightenment I realized that these people probably DO have testimonies of certain aspects of the gospel or life...they just don't have the full picture yet. I'm not claiming that I do, but I can be respectful of their journey and just, again, be grateful for where I am in my life at this time...and hopefully I'm not blinding myself to think that I'm progressing when I'm not.
So, I will turn a new leaf and be grateful for the many blessings in my life and reflect on my own thoughts and actions instead of questioning others.

Photo Shoot Review

Okay, so one of my friends, Stefanie Dixon, did a photo shoot with me as the subject a couple months ago. I just got the disk and I am again ecstatic. There are several shots that I would use if I were a famous clothing designer, a new author, or some other person who would have a head shot or photo of them used frequently. She's great!!
So, some day when I AM a published author, I totally want to use this head shot. I look great! Of course, she probably used some magic on the picture to airbrush my facial flaws away, but I'll take it!!
AND, I finally have a photo as my profile on blogger, thanks to her, too!!

The Roof, The Roof...

"The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire"...not really. Although, putting up shingles in the summer in Georgia can be pretty toasty.
Eric and I decided to build a shed a couple of weeks ago. The first few steps were quick and made us feel good. Then we realized that we could probably use a little more help and rounded up a few good men to help us. With their help, we were able to put up the rafters and board the roof. Since Eric's days off don't normally coincide with any other sane person's schedule, we were back at it ourselves yesterday.
Eric doesn't do well with heights, so up I went to be the official roofer. It's not quite finished, but it won't take much more to finish the roof (probably what we'll be doing tonight when he gets home). Then we have one wall (the door side) to finish and voila! a HUGE shed!!
Some of you may wonder why since we want to sell our house...easy: selling point!! With this large of a shed, it's bound to entice people to check out our house as opposed to those others in the neighborhood. And, it will eventually be dressed with the same vinyl siding as on the house, so it will be even more appealing.
Oh, yes, we have a lot of work cut out for us, but it is so fun to build something and work together. I highly recommend it!!

Best Vacation Ever!!

Okay, so it is probably the first classifiable vacation (week) we have ever had as a family, but it was still the best vacation ever!!
We've gone on a few short trips, but never a week. We've been to visit family for longer periods of time, but it is for the purpose of visiting extended family, not just being exclusive to our children and attentive to their every need/want.
Where did we go? Orlando. Well, not sure we ever actually went IN to Orlando, but to that area. And, well, we LOVED it!! We've been in Daytona before and it wasn't very ...I don't know...pretty, fun, whatever. It was okay and it was a good vacation (mostly because we also got to stop and visit one of my best college friends and his wife on the way there and back...but then they up and left the country after that!! Man, guess we were bad house guests!! =P), but that was three years ago. We spent three weeks with my family in Missouri two years ago, but Gianna wasn't even big enough to know we weren't at home.
I have to say that although Gianna wasn't big enough to go on any of the rides, we thoroughly enjoyed both Wet 'N Wild and SeaWorld. I think I enjoyed SeaWorld more, but that's because I'm not big on wearing a swimsuit...or being in water much. We had great weather. In fact, because of a bit of a storm, we REALLY got great enjoyment from mostly empty parks. The rain came in the morning and was overcast the rest of the day, but that was PERFECT for us and wonderful that it didn't invite anyone else to come to the parks. =)
Of course, there was also this silly guy who told us we weren't family oriented (really?) and that I was a lazy wife and other derogatory things, but what do you expect from a time share sales guy when he knows you aren't buying his spiel? But, he became a source of "entertainment" as we shot down every inconsistency he presented and the whoppers of stories he told (he's a retired FBI agent, child psychologist and real estate agent with a persnickety penny pinching stay-at-home wife who is a big time accountant who he hides money from...apparently because that's what he told us in the course of the conversation).
All in all, a great vacation. A needed time for our family to reconnect in play rather than work. And, time to realize how incredibly blessed we are with an amazing family, home, work and friends.

Prayers Two Ways

I remember reading a book where a group of men were traveling by boat in the Pacific. They kept praying for winds in their favor and nothing happened. They realized that their prayers may be in conflict with other people's prayers on the water. So, one of the crew decided to be the Lord's wind and rowed the boat to the meeting they were to attend.
Today I got to experience this a little bit. We've been wanting to have some trees taken down since we purchased this house. However, the expense was so much that we've opted NOT to do it and just hope that they never decide to fall down on our house. Well...our neighbor's fiance works for Georgia Power, so he deals with trees all day every day. We've known this for a few months and never thought about asking him to give us an estimate. So, this morning we waltz over and ask what he would charge. He comes over immediately, gives us a quote and we shake on the deal...seriously NO BETTER DEAL!! And, he didn't put us off. He started cleaning and sharpening his tools immediately and tonight two trees are already down (and currently being shredded) and the third is mostly branchless.
As we were chatting this evening, I discovered that we were also an answer to their prayers. They were really in need of some extra cash and here we come with the opportunity. We had an answer to prayers with the quote and getting it done and they got their answer for needed funds.
Let me just tell you that it feels amazing to have these prayers answered by each other. The Lord works in "mysterious" ways only because we have no idea the way He orchestrates things to work out to the best ways possible!

Here, Kitty-Kitty!!

My girls have been sick this past week. It hasn't been fun, but they've been real troopers through it all. They have stayed cheerful and chipper even as their tummies give them something to moan and groan about.
Well, today they are both better so we decided to have a little bit of fun. Gianna decided she wanted me to draw kitty faces for them. That wasn't enough for them...I had to do it to myself, too.

What Do You Do

It's a funny question I decided to post after a very random series of explanations for one individuals decisions lately. The fact of the matter is, this person's explanations almost always feel like stories...you know, the made-up kind to make a person's life sound more exciting than it really is. I generally play along with the person because I don't do well with confrontation. Okay, so people can't actually handle it when I pose an alternate view on things and then I get unfriended/disowned/banned/whatever. So, my stance is usually to play stupid but have the questions in my mind that go something like this: "Wow! Do you really believe that or do you think I'm that stupid to believe your obvious lie? And, if it's the latter, man you really don't think very highly of me."
So, curious to see how other people respond to this sort of situation, I posed a question on facebook. Granted, I'm probably friends with people who are better than I am, but I really wanted to know what people really actually do, think, and possibly say in this situation. I already know what I'm probably "supposed" to do which is what I'm doing except the inner thought process that follows, but the individual doesn't know I'm thinking it, so I figure I'm pretty okay at this point.
Some of my friends said things that I have done...for example, talk about them behind their backs (mostly to my husband, but there are no secrets between us anyway, so that's not a big surprise and sometimes to my sister...not just to anyone, ya know! yes, that's a justification of my terribleness, but I need some kind of dirty rock in my pocket so I don't get translated or something, lol) or avoid future interaction with them. I prefer this last one as it doesn't make me do the first thing so much, but then people get really upset and I get in trouble again.
I know, I'm a grown woman and yet I am in trouble with some person or another all the time. Talking to one of my heroes this past week (who I can never imagine anyone would ever NOT think he was amazing), he even remarked that some people think he's a good guy and some people think not. So, I know it happens to all of us...in some degree or another.
So, be brave and tell me what you REALLY do when you think (or even KNOW) someone is lying to your face.