Worthy of the cupboard...

For as long as I can remember, my Grandma has always had inspirational thoughts hanging on the side of her cupboard right by her sink.  These thoughts come from various authors, most of them being latter-day prophets.  I loved reading these thoughts as a young girl and even now, an older young girl, visit her house and take a walk to the sink just to see what words of wisdom have deemed themselves worthy of this noble spot. 
I have found myself on several occassions reading something that has struck me as something I would take the time to hand write, just like Grandma, and hang on my cupboard so that I could read it over and over and benefit from its counsel.  As of late here are two that have found themselves in my little spot of the house: President James E. Faust stated, "Let us not presume that because the way is at times difficult and challenging, our Heavenly Father is not mindful of us.  He is rubbing off our rough edges and sensitizing [preparing] us for our great responsibilitlies ahead."("The Blessings of Adversity,"7)  I will not explain how or why this comment has made its way to my cupboard, but rather I will just let you read and do what you will with it. 
The other, is an author unknown, but I do wish I could tacknowledge this person for helping me see things in  a way that sometimes I completley lose sight of. 
                         "Oh give me patience when
                           wee hands
                          Tug at me with their small
                           demands.
                         And give me gentle and
                          smiling eyes.
                         Keep my lips from
                          hasty replies.
                         And let not weariness
                          confusion, or noise
                        obscure my vision of
                          life's fleeting joys.
                        So when in years to come
                         my house is still-
                        No bitter memories its rooms may fill.
Maybe the best thank you I could give this author is giving his thoughts a spot on my cupboard and letting his words affect my behavior.
 


 

Far away thoughts....

Finally I have a few minutes to blog and of course, I have nothing to say.  Well, I am sure I have something to say, I just can't think of it.  So I will spare myself the headache of trying to come up with something blog-worthy and spare you the headache and boredom of reading my ramblings and things that I will probably change my opinion on in less than 24 hours. 
I do however want to send thoughts and prayers to my in-laws tonight who entered the Missionary Training Center today in preperation for their service to the Philippines.  If there is one thing I KNOW it is that God takes care of and blesses beyond measure those who serve Him selflessly.  You are in our prayers and we will miss you, but we know that you are on the Lord's errand and are thankful for the example that you are setting for us and our children. Love you! 

ahhhhh......quiet.

Lately, especially today, my favorite time of the day is right after my 3 busy bodies go to bed.  It's the first time that I can hear the clocks actually tick, the first time I can sit down and just stay there, the first time I can get me something to eat and not have to share it.  However, these firsts of the day don't last long, because it takes me about 7 seconds to realized I'm pooped and ready for bed myself.  Sweet dreams...

Coo-Koo

This past week I had a little surgery on my mouth. Nothing major and certainly nothing worth worrying about.  But geesh-it did me right in!!!  I expected to feel better the day after.  (In my thoughts I must think that I am Superman.  Apparently I'm not.) 
However, lying in bed, in and out of sleep for three days, loaded up on painkillers and a lot of thinking time to myself-In my dreams I feel like I figured out a few things and solved some huge problems.  Here they are: 
*I helped my cousins Brandon, Ryan and Teona Ann realize that growing fish in the bottom drawer of their dressers is not sanitary, nor good for the fish.
*Displaying christmas trees year round at Sprint will not increase their phone sales.
*You can not kill an elk with thousands of toothpicks,  in race with hundreds of others trying to do the same thing.  It might make my dad proud though to think that I considered hunting:)
*No matter how much I think I can, I really can't read nor write petroglyphs.
*I am not married to my uncle.
*I shouldn't replace my back lawn with marigolds.
And certianly not the last of these pain induced dreams
*I do not live in Philadelphia and drive a yellow "merthmobile" (the car from Wayne's World).
Even though it hurts like crazy, I will laugh at these awesome dreams until the next surgery!
PS: for my own safety and sanity, I have thrown out the pills!!!

Words to Live By

Stake Conference-what an amazing weekend!   I just wanted to share a few thoughts that really impressed me and certainly I will carry with me for, well I hope, forever! 
"Those who approach God receive His personal attention." -President Wilson
"The cause of mankind's unhappiness comes from him giving up most for what he wants now!" paraphrasing Sister Choo
What is it that matters most to your family? 
*Teaching our children to follow Christ through His example.
*Relationships with our spouse, children, fellowmen and ourself.
*Building relationships of pure love.
*Keeping family together and active in the gospel as they get older.
*Being consistent in following the principles of the gospel, even in times of uncertainty.
Gosh, there were so many things that were said that were sooo good and just for me.  I was grateful that I went and that I was ready to receive such knowledge and inspiritation.
What is it thar matters most to your family?  Happy pondering!!!!

Forgetful!

Call me forgetful, but for the life of me, I cannot remember how to change the coloring of the writing on my blog?!?!?!  Is there anyone out there who can teach an old dog new tricks?  Thanks for coming to my rescue...

Giving it a second try...

Ok, so I have decided that I am giving this blog thing a second chance. I need a place to get my ideas and thoughts out and since I spend a majority, ok, all my time with three kids under 5, my brain needs that retreat for my sanity's sake. Here's to hoping this time it lasts. I remember as a little girl having favorite outfits. I would then hold on to these favorite items of clothing till they were literally full of holes and unraveling at every seam. In fact, I can think of two that my mom actually threw away when I wasn't looking. (She paid dearly for that I am sure). But I can think of three outfits in particular. Outfit #1: ages 3-5 years; a little denim skirt with pink ribbons sewn around it. It was the best outfit ever. It was perfect for twirling, dancing, running through the corral (I grew up on a little farm). Perfect for running down the dirt road with no shoes on, and perfect for visiting my grandparents who lived so close I could make it to their house in less than thirty seconds if I ran my fastest. It was just......perfect! It's no wonder I never wanted to take it off. Outfit #2: ages 5-10 years; Stretch pants. Pink! Oh, how I loved these pink stretch pants! I loved them till they went from pants to capris and capris to shorts. Yes, amazingly they lasted that long. These lil' beauties made hours and hours of Barbies some of my most fondest childhood memories. Riding my first horse, bareback mind you, the ultimate dream of any little girl-it beat riding a pony way out of the water! But, as they say, all good things must come to an end. My family got embarrassed of me running around with more holes than material and they were thrown away while I slept. Farewell, pink stretch pants-you were soooo good to me. And last, but not least, Outfit #3: ages 11-13 years; Bright green stretch pants! Don't ask me why, but there was just something about these "food for the eyes" pants. My second mom, told me once that they could spot me coming a mile away in these flashers they were so bright! Maybe it was the comfort of the soft material. Ok, not really-it was the color. I mean c'mon, it was the 90's and everyone loved the florecents (sp)! They may not admit it, but they did. I am not sure what happend to these jewels of fabric. They have probably turned to dust somewhere in my parents basement. Now, you are probably wondering why on earth I am blogging about memories of old clothes-well, I shall tell thee! I have noticed for the past several months that everyday, my 5 year old daughter puts on the same outfit. I tell her to change and she doesn't. I buy her cute new clothes and she won't wear them. People who see us on a regular basis, think that she owns nothing esle. You might ask yourself, "ok, so what is this outfit she wears everyday?" Answer: a brown little skirt with little pink flowers. Perfect for playing chase with dad, twirling, climbing trees, swinging, dancing and running her fastest to anywhere she can go. Just......perfect! Maybe there is some of me in her-and I can't think of anything else more wonderful! Thanks for reading.....