The deVilleneuve Family

2008-12-05T12:25:00.000-08:00

Thank goodness there are those out there that can say it better than me. Listen to this (you may need to turn on your sound...but it'll be worth it, honestly).

STAND BACK UP (by Sugarland)

Go ahead and take your best shot,

Let 'er rip, give it all you've got,

I'm laid out on the floor,

but I've been here before,

I may stumble,

yeah I might fall,

I'm only human but aren't we all?

I might lose my way,

but hear me when I say,

I will stand back up,

Youll know just the moment when I've have enough,

Sometimes I'm afraid,

and I don't feel that tough,

But I'll stand back up.

I've been beaten up and bruised,

I've been kicked right off my shoes,

Been down on my knees more times than you'd believe,

When the darkness tries to get me,

There's a Light that just won't let me,

It might take my pride,

and my tears may fill my eyes,

But I'll stand back up.

I've weathered all these storms,

But I just turn them into wind,

so I can fly,

If what don't kill you makes you stronger,

When I take my last breath,

That's when I'll just give up.

So, go ahead to take your best shot,

Let 'er rip, give it all you've got,

You might win this round but you can't keep me down,

'Cause I'll stand back up,

And you'll know just the moment when I've had enough,

Sometimes I'm afraid and I don't feel that tough,

But I'll stand back up.

You'll know just the moment when I've had enough,

Sometimes I'm afraid and I don't feel that tough,

But I'll stand back up.

2008-11-28T21:09:00.000-08:00

Peace on Earth

It's been a very hard couple of months for our little family. We've struggled on many fronts. With no money (the ex stopped making any support payments), no lawyer (yes, they do expect paid, afterall), and no sleep, I began to panic. How would I feed the children? How can we keep the house warm and the lights on? How can I fight this huge legal battle with no help, and no money to GET help??? What would I do for the holidays so the children didn't feel hurt?

When all else fails, get on your knees, Girl! I've been able to find some Peace. I can feed my family because I have food storage and there are those that will help with what I can't store. These great friends have been by me for years...they are so sweet and dear! They have been a huge blessing to me. There are those that can explain law to me so I can do some things myself until I can get money to get a lawyer (that will require the ex to part with money, so I don't see that happening...I know, I know..."bitter ex wife"...yeah, imagine that). They are there to give me the joke of the day, share a fun movie/story with us, or just here to laugh and break up the darkness in my little brain. They lift me, and my children and help us to find comfort. They keep us "steadfast and immovable". That's what friends are...little angels with BIG hearts! PEACEMAKERS. ;)

It began to change a little yesterday. It was Thanksgiving. We wrote down on paper all that we were thankful for, and cut each item up (and folded it for privacy) and put it in a jar on the table. It was a nice way for them to put their "hearts out there" without having to say it out loud (which was helpful to some of the sick ones here who can't really talk without coughing!). We ate well...food storage---yahoo! I have never realized how much of Thanksgiving is canned goods! Are you grinning, too? I had everything but the marshmallows. It was great. We were feeling thankful and happy (and sleepy).

Later, we decided to dig through all the drawers, shelves, old jackets, cabinets, and toy room clutter for change...little coins., lost piggy banks, hidden stashes. We found almost $64.00 worth! It was a fun way to explore the little nooks of our home (and a way to find the drawers that need the most attention NOW). We then decided what to do with that money. Their faces lit up as they thought of the good they could do with those little, tiny, coins. Ahhhh...the Spirit was working with us.

We toyed with how to use it. It was debated, discussed, and finally, part of the answer came last night. I was dinking around checking out the famous "Black Friday" ads after the children went to bed. (A girl can dream!) Walmart was having a sale on Christmas trees! So, we used a little part of our coins to get a Christmas tree (getting up at 4:30am...uuggh). And I learned something in the process...Walmart takes rolled coins! Tree found, we came home and went back to bed. Thankful for blankets.

That added to the spirit of the home's holiday atmosphere. The rest of the coins will be used for good deeds. The children will decide as the days go on how to use what they found. The true Spirit of Christmas will be found this year, I'm sure! Despite the current challenges, I have much to be thankful for. Mostly, those cute little faces (some taller than me) that trust me, and love me, and work with me. They each are great. And together, we're unbeatable!

I was putting the little ones to bed tonight. We had full tummies (thankful to the Prophet for that food storage encouragement), a glowing Christmas tree that we'll decorate tomorrow as we turn on our Christmas songs (hello, Playlist!), and the warmth and crackle of a fire in the fireplace. The baby was pattering his little feet upstairs holding onto his "baby" stuffed animal, eager to snuggle into bed for stories. One of the children was snoring (he's sick), but that means he found some peace for the night, too. And the sounds of children snuggling into their beds. That peace and reassurance of motherhood. It is it's own blessing.

I found some Peace in this storm in my life. It's just in the rythm of the days and nights here. It's in the whispering of the children as they go to bed. It's in the routine. It's in the scriptures, prayers, and blessings from obedience. But, that's what was the Peace...the normalicy of the night.

2008-08-26T13:44:00.000-07:00

Wined and Dined....

This is Stan Wines. He's a great man. His wife (Catherine) and he live out in the sticks. They are some of my favorite people in the world. Either of them would give you the last crumb of bread they had, the shirt off their backs, or any time they had to spare. They are just some of the absolute best Christians I know. They are the ones that show up on the widow's door when I don't. And the ones to take in the stray puppies. And turn them into masterfully obedient dogs. They are the ones that will be there when times get tough. Really. No fair-weather friends here. Just magnificent people! They are great fun to be around, too.

This is Stan's truck (white, of course). He logs land (one of many skills and jobs). Sometimes he gets (ahem)... "scraps". Yesterday, Stan brought me some "scraps" from a job. I couldn't have been more giddy. Really. Seriously.Now, Stan is lifting TREES with his toy. I mean, truck. Entire trees. Multiples at once.

This is what the truck looked like when he came. A wee bonnie load. Yup. HUGE! I about died. In a good way.

After it was unloaded, it looked like this. Please note the size of the COW, fence (4'), and boys in the pictures. This is a huge pile of "scraps". So, we spent the rest of the afternoon trying to keep up with Stan and his saw. Me and the girls would load and stack the wood after Stan sliced it off the pile (like butter), and Dakota split it. Dakota did a great job splitting. I was very happy he could do that for us. We were tired at the end of the day...and not much of the pile is gone!! We have much more work to do!
So, once it was unloaded, Stan loaded his truck. I've always wondered how they get the back half onto the front half. Logically, they pick it up and put it there.... duh. I should've figured.

And after all that work, we ate. Like pigs. We had a full dinner (the first real one we've had in weeks due to traveling), and a nice dessert of peach crisp with vanilla ice cream. Stan stayed to tell us all some stories. I tell you, he's a MASTER story teller. He has us all on the edge of our seats waiting for the story's next detail. And then we all laugh until we cry, pee or choke! It's so much fun!!! I slept well last night...heart, mind and tummy all at ease. I love that. Thanks Stan and Catherine. I appreciate all you do!

2008-08-07T11:14:00.000-07:00

You can't take your eyes off it, can you?

As a mother, I can point out the very nice hair on this little guy. I can point out how clean he is (after his bath). I can even try to distract you with the nasty white marks on my bookshelf that our dadgum vacuum leaves when we rub against it. But, no matter what I try to point out...you keep lookin' at this little guy's search for buried treasure, don't you??
And, as a mother, you have a strong impulse to go fix it that you're trying to repress. You want to sneak up quietly and pull that finger out, and wipe it down with a handiwipe. You do. I feel it.

But, you can't.

Yes, even she knows the urge is there. She also knows how WRONG this is to a mother's psyche. She can't help but laugh hard as the poor, sleepy little cherub snoozes blissfully unaware of where he left is finger.

I'll bet you're snickerin', too, aren't you??? We really can't "pick on him", now can we? He's little and innocent, and has NO clue what is up that little tunnel on his face. NO clue.

And he has no idea I'll show this sweet little picture to his girlfriend someday, either. Shhh...Ellie....Don't tell!

2008-08-07T10:52:00.000-07:00

Buddy, can you spare a dime?

With all these little ones, there is no way I could afford to pay allowance. I've always been against getting paid just to exist. I also think regular stuff should just be done, and not paid for. So, around here they have regular chores that are done daily. No pay for that (unless you count good food, nice sleeping arrangements, clean clothes, etc.).

But then there's other work that needs done. Hard work for little hands. We have weeds. Quite a few have cropped up in our new garden area by the barn.

So I hatched a plan... they want money, I want fewer weeds. So, I got a few buckets out. And gave them a visual (for motiviation, right?)... I have this coin machine that I feed frequently after grocery shopping. It's really cool, actually. I've rolled lots of change over the past couple of years. So, the children picked a bucket's worth of weeds for $1. I had $40 in change, so I thought this would be win-win. I didn't mind getting rid of some pennies, nickles, and dimes.

This is what they did! I'm impressed!

And, I'm out $20!!

2008-08-07T10:38:00.000-07:00

A Girl and her Horse...

What is it about us girls and horses? I was horse crazy as a child. I knew everything there was to know about Man O War, Kentucky Derby, Triple Crowns, etc. I went to polo shows with my mom in the summer...eating cheese and crackers, and watching the Ladies in their summer hats glide by me. I wanted to be a Lady, too. But, the Ladies didn't ride. They watched. I wanted to run in the summer fields as fast as the horse could go. Someday I will.

My girls are horse crazy, too. Finally, summer has sprung in our house (looonnnnggg school year!) which means freedom to PLAY! J loves this. We appreciate Sister B teaching my girls how to ride. She's a great teacher. Many of her students took prizes at the local fair, which is nice. So, we're beginning training into a wonderful world of freedom. And manure. And blue jeans, boots, and did I mention FREEDOM?

After the lesson comes the love. The time to care for your horse, and let them know you appreciated their time. This is where the heart gets tied to the sport.

She's got it down.

It's just a gentle way of life...standing there slowly brushing off the steed. Love that.

2008-08-06T08:48:00.000-07:00

COWBOY LOGIC

Three strangers strike up a conversation in the airport passenger lounge in Bozeman , Montana , awaiting their flights. One is an American Indian passing through from Lame Deer. Another is a Cowboy on his way to Billings for a livestock show, and the third passenger is a fundamentalist Arab student, newly arrived at Montana State University from the Middle East .

Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon, the two Westerners learn that the Arab is a devout, radical Muslim and the conversation falls into an uneasy lull. The wind outside is blowing tumbleweeds around and the old windsock is flapping; but still no plane comes. The cowboy leans back in his chair, crosses his boots on a magazine table and tips his big sweat-stained Stetson forward over his face.

Finally, the American Indian clears his throat and softly he speaks, "At one time here, my people were many, but sadly, now we are few." The Muslim student raises an eyebrow and leans forward, "Once my people were few," he sneers, "and now we are many. Why do you suppose that is?" The Montana cowboy shifts a toothpick to one side of his mouth and from the darkness beneath his Stetson says in a drawl, "That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet, but I do believe it's a comin'..."

2008-07-15T10:52:00.000-07:00

Early Mornings...

Early morning seminary for the youth has changed my "internal clock". I wake up early naturally now. Of course, years and years of sleep deprivation, and now being able to sleep peacefully each night, may have something to do with it, too. (But there is nothing as sweet as a new baby that needs its mother to cuddle it in the wee hours!)

Anyway, I'm up early now. I have this beautiful sunrise over the mountains each morning into my bedroom. The sun shines right onto my face in the morning, giving me a warm wake up. Very nice. It has motivated me recently to get out and do some early morning hikes, and run around a bit before the children get up.

The other morning, I found out that the local hot ballooners were going to gather that morning and take off together out by the airport. Fun idea. So, I went. It was 6:30 a.m. I am glad I went. I got some beautiful shots, and watched alot of the little children stare in awe at these great big balloons! Mine were with David that day, so I was watching other people's children, which is often so much more relaxing, and you can absorb their faces, and not worry about a thing. It was sweet to watch their eyes widen as the balloons were filled and would lumber up to "stand tall". (I didn't take pictures of the children so their parents didn't glare at me, or wonder--but they were SO cute!)

The sun was rising up behind most of these balloons, which just made it feel even more inspiring. I would watch the people holding the long ropes to keep the balloons from rising up and hitting the neighboring balloon. They all were smiling. As the balloons heated up, they would kinda wobble up and stand as these folks let go of the ropes slowly. It was like watching a big giant wake up and stand and stretch!

Sometimes it would look like they bumped into the one next to them afterall, but it didn't seem to do any harm.

And I would listen to the buzz of the workers as they held the ropes...they all were chattering away. I am guessing most, if not all of them, knew each other, and this is just their own special hobby. They would tolerate those of us that came for the show, but they acted almost like we weren't there.

As they fire up these torches to heat the air in the balloon, the torches make a very loud noise. But, it's cool to watch. I kept wondering how many "rookies" had burned their balloons because they didn't keep the fabric far enough away from the torch. I hope not many.

Before too long (maybe 20 minutes of heating the air), the balloons begin to float a foot or two off the ground. From there the team working on the balloon begins to walk the balloon out to a more open area. It kinda floats along like a great big kid bouncing along next to it's parents (those holding the ropes)! Once it's out in the open area (usually into the middle of the "circle" they tend to set up in), they would let go of the ropes, and those in the basket would fire up the torch, and let it go! It was fun to watch. They ALWAYS waved to those on the ground, like they were taking a long voyage or something. Very fun.

Then one after the other they would lift off. Each one "walking" out into the middle and going up!

And before long they all were flying. Quietly floating. It was fun to see, and to dream. Good Morning!

2008-07-12T15:14:00.000-07:00

Raising Butterflies...

The older girls like to do this. They get the little caterpillars in the mail. They are in a container (and don't ever leave it!) and the container has the food they need in it. They spin webs, and grow (notice the size difference on these guys in 3-4 days!), and then go into their cocoons.

Notice on this container on the right...we have one in a cocoon (far right hanging), one in the middle that is changing (the bottom part is ready for the cocoon and is in the process of changing), and the one on the left is getting ready, but hasn't done it. To watch these guys go into their cocoons is cool! After about 5 minutes they're all in a shell and there they stay for about a week. And the girls wait around like a bunch of ninnies waiting in a hospital waiting room for a new baby! Fun to watch....

And then they are "born" or hatched!

We keep them in this netting thing. Cheyennah got them to stay on her pillow on her dresser! Talk about spoiled butterflies! She also held them frequently...and they seemed to like her.

It's really a cool thing to do for anyone, but for us at home, it's a hands on lesson for all of us!

2008-07-12T14:24:00.001-07:00

Talents....

I totally believe in the doctrine that we all have talents. We have a few good ones around here...piano, running, climbing mountains, swimming, etc. I'm told we should encourage a child's talents. I think this is true in some cases. Here is Solomon learning a new talent...the summersault. Good for him! He's preparing for the Olympics next month! (Our friend, Carly, helped him out with this.) I'm proud of him for this little skill! (Turn off the music at the bottom of the blog so you can hear this video....)

Now, Solomon has a cute talent. But, he also has big brothers and sisters. They all teach him more sinister things than sweet Carly did! I like Carly's cheerful encouragement. Solomon hasn't learned to discern "sweet encouragement" from any other form...and thus, with the gleam in his eye of a willing little soul, he'll learn just about anything you ask him to. We're all pretty much the same, aren't we?? I think so.

Here is Hunter. And one of his talents. He shares it with others, too. Like these guys...(notice the look on Solomon's face..."am I doin' it right?!!!--such a gleam of fun in his eyes!)

Well. Lest you think the boys are the only ones around here with any talents, I'll show you what Ellie then decided to teach the boys! She's a clever girl, and not one to be overlooked in anything. So, here she is showing Hunter her version of "talent"!!!

She didn't realize, however, where Hunter would take that....(see his eyes??--totally mischievious and sly!)

Nor where it would go from there!~~~~~

He's a cute little devil! I'm gonna show this one to his fiancee when he's older! I CAN'T WAIT!!!

2008-07-12T14:04:00.000-07:00

Why Indeed?

1. Is it good if a vacuum really sucks?

2. Why is the third hand on the watch called a second hand?

3. If a word is misspelled in the dictionary, how would we ever know?

4. If Webster wrote the first dictionary, where did he find the words?

5. Why do we say something is out of whack? What is a whack?

6. Why does “slow down” and “slow up” mean the same thing?

7. Why does “fat chance” and “slim chance” mean the same thing?

8. Why do “tug” boats push their barges?

9. Why do we sing “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” when we’re already there?

10. Why are they called “stands” when they are made for sitting?

11. Why is it called “after dark” when it’s really “after light”?

12. Doesn’t “expecting the unexpected” make the unexpected expected?

13. Why are a “wise man” and a “wise guy” opposites?

14. Why do “overlook” and “oversee” mean opposite things?

15. Why is “phonics” not spelled the way it sounds?

16. If work is so terrific, why do they have to pay you to do it?

17. If all the world is a stage, where is the audience sitting?

18. If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?

19. If you are cross-eyed and have dyslexia, can you read alright?

20. Why is bra singular, and panties plural?

21. Why do you press harder on the buttons on a remote control when you know the batteries
are dead?

22. Why do we put suits in garment bags, and garments in a suitcase?

23. How come abbreviated is such a long word?

24. Why do we wash bath towels…aren’t we clean when we use them?

25. Why doesn’t glue stick to the inside of the bottle?

2008-07-12T13:32:00.001-07:00

Hair....

Ok. So, I have some hair. I am happy to have hair. It's a nice perk from my dad, I think! Anyway, some of my children have hair, too. Ryken's got LOTS of hair. He sometimes is happy about it, but not always. This leads to some funny mornings....And then there's the girl's hair.... We have long hair (here's a back shot for my mom--it's to my lower back, Ma!)...

So, when I'm guarding at the lake, I braid it up into corn rows (like above). This keeps the nasty stuff from getting stuck in it, and helps me keep cooler, too, when standing in the sun for hours on end. So, it's fun to do. And, I can wash it, which is great (braids hold water for a LONG time)!

And, when I take it out, this is what it looks like....(after a good washing and brushing!)

I'm really thankful for my hair. It could be falling out, or going gray.....like Spike's. He's not lookin' so happy now that he's going gray!

But, he DOES look regal, wouldn't you say?

2008-07-11T21:50:00.001-07:00

Wow. We've been busy around here. Here is a picture of the youth at 3:30am heading out the door for their pioneer trek! For 4 days they will brave the heat (100 degree weather!), the wind (gusts up to 25 mph!) and fatigue (pulling a handcart full of equipment) in order to learn what it was like for previous generations to settle this part of the country! It'll be a memorable experience.

To prepare for this, they sewed their own clothes. This is Jacqueline's purple dress. She made 90% of this!! She also has a dark green one! I was happy for her to learn this skill. (Her hair is still braided from girls' camp.) I think she looks cute!

Cheyennah made a brown dress and a navy blue dress. She wasn't much for taking pictures, but she did work hard, and I was pleased. She also helped a friend make 2 skirts. She stayed up late one night to do this for her friend, which made me proud of her willingness to sacrifice! What a lady. In one day, we made one green pioneer dress (all of it!), 2 skirts, 2 aprons, one bonnett, 2 men's shirts, and finished the details (buttons, hems, etc.) on 3 other pioneer dresses! I had some help from Cheyennah, and a gal from church who did the button holes for me, and a youth from church who sewed all the wooden buttons on one of the dresses! Dakota helped a great deal, too.

Here's mom's dress. I didn't get to go on the trek (the adults needed to be married to go), but I had made this dress before then. I loaned it to a very nice friend to wear on the trek. She was a sweetie, and I'm glad the dress got to go!

So, we're glad we learned a new skill. I'll never worry about fixing a seam again...and Cheyennah can put in zippers now. I can even make a shirt (although I seriously need to work on the cuffs!)!! So, we're enjoying our summer. If we do nothing else, it will be a success. I'll try to get some pictures of the youth when they come back. I'm sure they'll be tired!

How to sew. Really. I know we don't NEED to, but it was part of the youth's trek to dress like pioneers. Walmart doesn't sell pioneer dresses and bonnets. So, I had to learn to sew. The girls did, too. And, even Dakota got a few lessons! In one day we finished 2 men's dress shirts (loose like in the 1800's), 2 skirts, 1 full pioneer dress, 2 aprons, 1 bonnet, and the details (buttons, hems, etc.) for 3 other dresses! Yes. One machine, one day, one tired mamma!

2008-05-02T14:45:00.000-07:00

A few family shots

My friend, Cynthia Wright, came by to get some shots of us for a church activity she's doing. She had some fun with it, and we got some silly shots. We started off at the apple tree, which is in full blossom. It's a cute shot, and Dakota ALMOST smiled. Almost.

So, we went over to the barn. I love the barn. Here we tried again...the kids were a little too silly. Except Dakota. He's still figuring out how the smile thing works. Ellie's trying to remind him it has something to do with cheeks and lips....but he's not paying attention. Hunter's got it--cheesy, but he's got it! Solomon's just wanting to get away from the cat Cheyennah's holding. "GET ME DOWN!" he says.

Alright. Here ya go. We'll all pile onto Mom!

This was fun, but a little painful. You see, Cheyennah and Dakota got on LAST...and they are the biggest. So, it's not exactly the best position to be on the bottom of this. But, I was cracking up! Solomon was wondering what exactly we were doin'. Again, Dakota avoided the camera's lens. Don't worry, we'll get him! Cynthia's got him to smile for her before, so I have faith she'll get him again!

But, after all this jumpin' on me, and freaking the cat out (he ran outta there!), it's time for a little break. Notice in this one how Ryken and Ellie are. They are so tired from the sun that they can hardly contain themselves! Dakota's still doing the "tough guys don't smile, they grit their teeth" thing. Cheyennah and Jacqueline look happy to be rolling around in the grass. Sweet girls. Solomon is playing with me, so I'm lauging, because he keeps "tickling" me. He giggles, then I giggle, then he cracks up, then I crack up. Pretty cute boy he is.

Speaking of boys...what to do with this big teenager that doesn't smile? Aaahhhh....Cynthia knows. What'd ya suppose she showed him that gave him this little smile???

2008-04-30T11:43:00.001-07:00

I'm Gonna Take That Mountain!

You gotta see this...turn off the music below first, tho...then watch this one. Then turn the music back on, and get your "kick in the fanny" for the day as you finish up your chores!

http://www.cmt.com/videos/reba-mcentire/27593/im-gonna-take-that-mountain.jhtml

For those that know me, you KNOW this is me! Here are the lyrics (but the video makes so much more sense and without the music, they're no fun!)

I was born a stubborn soul
Ain't afraid of the great unknown, nor
the windin' road that's all uphill
This is just a stumblin' block
Intimidating wall of rock
If you think this broken heart will break my will

I'm gonna take that mountain
Ain't nothin' gonna slow me down
And there ain't no way around it
Gonna leave it level with the ground
Ain't just gonna cross, climb it, fight it,
I'm gonna take that mountain

It's overwhelming lookin' up
Knowing its a challenge of
Me against this heartache to survive
I may slip and I may fall
But even if I have to crawl
I will break through to the healin' side

I'm gonna take that mountain
Ain't nothin' gonna slow me down
And there ain't now way around it
Gonna leave it level with the ground
Ain't just gonna cross it, climb it, fight it
I'm gonna take that mountain

Ain't just gonna cross it, climb it, fight it
I'm gonna take that mountain

I'm gonna take that mountain
Ain't nothin' gonna slow me down
And there ain't now way around it
Gonna leave it level with the ground
Ain't just gonna cross it, climb it, fight it
I'm gonna take that mountain.

I was born a stubborn soul
This is just a stumblin' block
I'm gonna take that mountain

Maybe it's time to dye my hair red. Ya think?

2008-04-26T20:20:00.000-07:00

License plate lingo?

So, I read in the paper (national, not my po-dunk town) the other day that everyone's got their hair in a tizzy (I was gonna say "panties in a wad", but there are too many people that wouldn't like that) over the fact that the youth are using their "texting lingo" in their school work. My first thought was, "...and the teacher accepted it?" Well, the same day, or the day after, there was another article in the paper about how we parents are starting to learn the language and use it as well (this one was saying how good we parents are for learning the same stuff the kids already know--everyone pat yourself on the back, now!).

So, I know I'm probably the only one that doesn't know what this stuff means (I don't let my kids text, I don't text...so we are definately not "in the know" on this technological wizardry). I looked at a couple of things, and decided that it's pretty simple stuff, really. In fact, I think I'll make up a few of my own (who is it you're to get permission from if you want to make one up?!). And, if they're already out there, then I guess it's just proof that any ding-dong, like myself, can figure this stuff out! Besides, since I don't text, it's not like I'll ever use it beyond my family and friends, anyway.

So, here goes my rookie efforts:
HNATZ -"Hair in a Tizzy", of course!
OMH- "Oh my HECK!" (especially for Mormons, or if you have someone in Utah you're texting)
PMPLOL -"Peed my pants laughing out loud!" (definately one for the older generation, eh?)
MSN - (no, not the news outlet)-"Mom said no."
DSN doesn't exist. Never happens.
BTDT-"Been there, done that." Should probably follow up this one with DA-"don't ask".
SH8 2mch -Texas twanged version of a phrase you're not allowed to ever say when Mommy's on a diet or is pregnant (or, if you just stubbed your toe, you can use the first part of it for a Texas twanged cuss word...we just won't tell the kids--or the Bishop...he's an adult, so he wouldn't know, right?--what it means.)
BYOM -"Bring your own money" This is one the kids won't ever figure out.
When I was a kid, report cards had "NI" on it for "needs improvement". I got too many of those. So, since that one bugs me still, I think I'll change it to "Naturally Impressive".

So, there's my rookie attempt at texting. Seems just like license plate lingo to me! cya l8r!

2008-04-08T16:35:00.000-07:00

Happy Birthday, Gabrielle!!

We love our Ellie. She's so very sweet and kind, and very, very helpful! She had a nice birthday on Monday. We had all her favorite foods for the day (Apple jacks, tuna and apples, apple cider, with some ice cream after dinner). She had NO chores all day. She got the day off school, too (she's homeschooled, so I can do this)! It was fun. She wanted to go to Hometown Buffet for dinner, so we did. While we were there Hunter found $10 in the restroom. He took it to the manager, and left it there until we were done. When we were leaving, no one had claimed the lost money, so Hunter got to keep it!

By then we were stuffed to the eyeballs and wobbling out the door. When we got home, she got to open her presents (I think EVERYTHING was pink!). She looks so cute. But, we were too full for ice cream and cake, which is a shame...Cheyennah had baked this lovely cake for me and decorated it so very well...all just for Ellie. I'm glad they give gifts from the heart and not just something from the store. She has good brothers and sisters.

If Ellie ever doubts our love for her, she just has to think of the time to make this cake! You can barely see, but it has 4 towers on it, and little tiny flowers all over it for the doors and trimming! The frosting is hand made (home made), and it was covered in pastel candies. It's just a really nice cake. Cheyennah is a sweet big sister (no pun intended) to do this for Ellie.

Since it's a special birthday for her, she'll get a party on Saturday. She's very excited! We hope to see some of you then!

2008-04-06T16:52:00.000-07:00

Meaningful Prayers

I love General Conference. It's a nice time to get "grounded" and double check if you're on the right path, or not. It's always helpful, but sometimes its more helpful than others. The further along in a pregnacy you are, the more you appreciate the talks on motherhood, or sacrifices. If you serve in Nursery, you love the talks about how selfless service is a key to becoming Christlike (and we certainly aren't in Nursery for ourselves--although the little ones are cute)! If you are at a change in your life, you listen to be sure of things, or to hear things that can help you on your way. When you're suffering, they are a great teacher to you, as well as comfort. And, of course, when you're investigating the church, the words of Conference are magical and insightful. The talks are always helpful, no matter the stage in life you are at.

I wonder, tho, as Elder Bednar talked today about meaningful prayer (http://www.lds.org/conference/sessions/display/0,5239,49-1-851,00.html), if we really heard what he was telling us. I liked his talk. Often I feel like the prayers said by my family and sometimes at church, are for the ears of those around us, and not for Heavenly Father..and definately not of the heart. Of course, when I think this, I also mentally slap myself for questioning this. Bad to question such things (rude to say the least...sorry). But, today I heard something that has caused me to reflect on prayers and what we expect from God by saying them.

Since David has left, I have had many, many people that say they are praying for me and the children (and presumably, David, too). I have had many that pray that we'll be comforted and strengthened. I have many that tell me that they pray for the children to be happy and confident. I usually ask them to keep praying! We need all this we can get and are truely thankful that others would think of us at this time. Needless to say, I have prayed with greater intensity, and often times find myself pleading in my mind as I go about a simple task (like laundry). I know He listens to me. He loves me. He won't walk out. I trust Him. I always have. He's answered my prayers from the beginning.

But today, I have heard that there are people around me that are questioning my cheerfulness, and seeming strength. They question why I'm not falling apart. They question why I talk about this so matter-of-factly. Some have even (apparently) said that I seem to be taking joy from this situation! Haven't they listened to General Conference talks?? Haven't they read Job?

So, because this is my blog, and I'm supposed to share a bit of myself, I think I'll ask some questions...why on Earth would you bother to pray for me and the children (and Dave), if you didn't plan to see those prayers answered?! Is it wrong that I'm strong now? Is it wrong that we're able to make it through the darker moments and find the sunshine the next day? Is it bad to have joy in life and count your blessings? Would this judgement come if my husband had died, rather than walked out? What about the men/women in the histories we read that were left alone (widowed) and married just a few months later...are they cold and hard hearted, or strong and resilient??

I know this...someone is praying for me to have strength...and they MEAN it. It's helping me. I know that I'm being helped in this. I have acknowledged God's grace and care in this. I have received many witnesses and answers to my prayers over the past couple of months, as have my children! I have shared those with my family (who will listen) and my friends. Surely they understand the point of praying is to get help from someone who definately CAN help, and is more than willing, if the thing you seek is righteous and good.

So, for those that think I'm too cheerful, call me one night. Let's visit. For those that think that I'm supposed to be glummy all the time, what kind of effect would that have on my children? Isn't a mother's role to be the strength that her children see, and to be the leader in times of heartache? Isn't this right? How on Earth am I supposed to behave at this time? Should I be bitter? Should I be inconsolable? How about going off the "deep end" and loosing my marbles? Would that make these people feel better somehow? How many of those that are judging have ever been in this situation, or talked to me about it, or know the details, hows and whys?? Why would such people pass judgement? Do they know enough about the situation? Do they have faith in their Heavenly Father when they pray? If so, why are the surprised by the effectiveness of their prayers (not to mention our continuous prayers!)? Why pray if you don't think it's gonna happen, People?!!

But, for my real friends...for those that have prayed meaningful prayers on our behalf, as Elder Bednar spoke of today...thank you from one set of hearts to another. You have lifted us, helped us and been with us in this dark time. Your prayers, combined with our own, are working! I'm thankful to a Heavenly Father that loves me and my children, and has taken the time to HEAR our prayers and answer them. I'm thankful He is helping me, working with me, guiding me and giving comfort to me and the children. I pray he'll keep holding me up, and keep me cheerful. He knows my life. He knows my heart. He is the only one qualified to pass judgement. He would tell me to be of good cheer, now wouldn't He? Am I not supposed to put my pains onto Him and let him take them? Why then question this when it happens?

I'll keep praying meaningful prayers. It's working.

Just like it did when I wanted to know if Melanie was telling me the truth about her Church and this Book of Mormon.

Like when I saw the Hansens and Lowrys happy...and wanted that myself.

Like when I was left in the care of an evil man, and my seminary teacher came and rescued me.

Like when my son lay in the hospital, and they weren't able to tell me what to do to save his life (but God did).

Like when I wanted to live when I hemorraged after giving birth to one of my children.

Like when I wanted comfort when Dave walked out the first time, and the second time, and this last time.

Prayer works. I believe in it, and in it's power. I love the Lord and am thankful to Him. He's here. He always has been, and always will be! I'm thankful for friends that pray meaningful, heartfelt, sincere prayers! Keep 'em comin'!

2008-03-31T20:02:00.000-07:00

This is from my dearest friend, Lisa. She likes to keep me laughing (hard enough to pee)! I like Lisa best for this quality in her! She can take a good day and make it better, or get a very bad day to end up just fine...Here's my funny for today from her. Thanks!

Why It's Great to be a Woman

1. We got off the Titanic first.

2. We can scare male bosses with the mysterious gynecological disorder excuses.

3 Taxis stop for us.

4. We don't look like a frog in a blender when dancing.

5. No fashion faux pas we make, could ever rival the Speedo.

6. We don't have to pass gas to amuse ourselves.

7. If we forget to shave, no one has to know.

8. We can congratulate our teammate without ever touching her rear end.

9. We never have to reach down every so often to make sure our privates are still there.

10 We have the ability to dress ourselves.

11. We can talk to the opposite sex without having to picture them naked.

12. We will never regret piercing our ears.

13. There are times when chocolate really can solve all your problems.

14. We can make comments about how silly men are in their presence because they aren't listening anyway.

2008-03-30T18:59:00.000-07:00

Why Indeed ...?

1. Is it good if a vacuum really sucks?

2. Why is the third hand on the watch called the second hand?

3. If a word is misspelled in the dictionary, how would we ever know?

4. If Webster wrote the first dictionary, where did he find the words?

5. Why do we say something is out of whack? What is a whack?

6. Why does "slow down" and "slow up" mean the same thing?

7. Why does "fat chance" and "slim chance" mean the same thing?

8. Why do "tug" boats push their barges?

9. Why do we sing "Take me out to the ball game" when we are already there?

10. Why are they called "stands" when they are made for sitting?

11. Why is it call "after dark" when it really is "after light"?

12. Doesn't "expecting the unexpected" make the unexpected expected?

13. Why are a "wise man" and a "wise guy" opposites?

14. Why do "overlook" and "oversee" mean opposite things?

15. Why is "phonics" not spelled the way it sounds?

16. If work is so terrific, why do they have to pay you to do it?

17. If all the world is a stage, where is the audience sitting?

18. If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?

19. If you are cross-eyed and have dyslexia, can you read all right?

20. Why is bra singular and panties plural?

21. Why do you press harder on the buttons of a remote control when you know the batteries are dead?

22. Why do we put suits in garment bags and garments in a suitcase?

23. How come abbreviated is such a long word?

24. Why do we wash bath towels? Aren't we clean when we use them?

25. Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle?

26. Why do they call it a TV set when you only have one?

2008-03-30T18:45:00.000-07:00

Well, I've found a funny website that is clean, so, I'm sharing. If you want the link, go to the side bar there and click it.

Here's a cute list I got off of the site.

A first grade teacher collected well known proverbs. She gave each kid in her class the first half of a proverb, and had them come up with the rest.

Better To Be Safe Than. .. Punch A 5th Grader.

Strike While The... Bug Is Close.

It's Always Darkest Before... Daylight Savings Time.

Never Under Estimate The Power Of.. Termites.

You Can Lead A Horse To Water But.. How?

Don't Bite The Hand That... Looks Dirty.

No News Is... Impossible.

A Miss Is As Good As A... Mr.

You Cant Teach An Old Dog New... Math.

If You Lie Down With The Dogs, You'll... Stink In The Morning.

Love All, Trust... Me!

The Pen Is Mightier Than The... Pigs.

An Idle Mind Is... The Best Way To Relax.

Where There's Smoke, There is... Pollution.

Happy The Bride Who... Gets All The Presents!

A Penny Saved Is... Not Much.

Two's Company, Three's... The Musketeers.

Don't Put Off Tomorrow What... You Put On To Go To Bed.

Laugh & The Whole World Laughs With You, Cry & You Have To Blow Your Nose.

None Are So Blind As... Helen Keller.

Children Should Be Seen And Not... Spanked Or Grounded.

If At First You Don't Succeed... Get New Batteries.

You Get Out Of Something What You... See Pictured On The Box.

When The Blind Leadeth The Blind... Get Out Of The Way.

2008-03-30T18:36:00.001-07:00

Christmas in Spring?

Not really, but, I found this "funny", and wanted to share it. I'll forget about it by the time Christmas comes around. Or, if I do remember it, people will be so caught up in the holiday, I wouldn't want to mess it up for anyone (like those liberals that should really know better than to read my blog, because they already know that I'm NOT PC, and don't care to be PC). But, this time of year, it's not gonna bother you if I share this funny....well, at least I hope not. I just laughed at this one! Will we ever get back to the Andy Griffith days where truely being nice mattered more than this kind of petty "wording"?

Politically Correct Christmas

On the 12th day of the Eurocentrically imposed midwinter festival, my acquaintance-rape survivor gave to me,

TWELVE males reclaiming their inner warrior through ritual drumming,

ELEVEN pipers piping (plus the 18-member pit orchestra made up of members in good standing of the Musicians Equity Union as called for in their union contract even though they will not be asked to play a note...),

TEN melanin-deprived testosterone-poisoned scions of the patriarchal ruling class system leaping,

NINE persons engaged in rhythmic self-expression,

EIGHT economically disadvantaged female persons stealing milk-products from enslaved bovine-Americans,

SEVEN endangered swans swimming on federally protected wetlands,

SIX enslaved fowl-Americans producing stolen nonhuman animal products,

FIVE golden symbols of culturally sanctioned enforced domestic incarceration,

(Note: after members of the Animal Liberation Front threatened to throw red paint at my computer, the calling birds, French hens and partridge have been reintroduced to their native habitat. To avoid further animal-American enslavement, the remaining gift package has been revised.)

FOUR hours of recorded whale songs,

THREE deconstructionist poets,

TWO Sierra Club calendars printed on recycled processed tree carcasses,

And a Spotted Owl activist chained to an old-growth pear tree.

[In the Letters to the Editor, Wall Street Journal, Jan. 6, 1994. Barb Taub, Champaign, Ill.]Source: graceweb

2008-03-30T18:27:00.000-07:00

Gardening soon?
Here's an idea for getting some of the work done for you for free!

A prisioner in jail received a letter from his wife:
"I have decided to plant some lettuce in the back garden. When is the best time to plant them?"

The prisioner, knowing that the prison guards read all the mail, replied in a letter:
"Dear Wife, whatever you do, DO NOT touch the back garden! That is where I hid all the gold."

A week or so later, he received another letter from his wife:
"You wouldn't believe what happened. Some men came with shovels to the house, and dug up the whole back garden."

The prisoner wrote another letter:
"Dear wife, NOW is the best time to plant the lettuce!"
Source: Aha

2008-03-30T17:45:00.000-07:00

How do you make it shut up?!!

We had a tenant once that called late one night. He spoke very little English, but just enough that we could figure out what he was saying. He was talking on the phone to us, and kept saying, "How do you make it shut up?!!" with a very thick Spanish accent! We couldn't figure it out at first, so he kept repeating, "How do you make it shut up?!!" We weren't able to figure out what he meant until he walked over to his problem with the phone...his smoke detector kept beeping! Every 3-5 seconds it would just beep once. Aaahhh. Now that could be very annoying when you're trying to sleep! So, we went over and figured it out. He was a much happier guy!

But, as a mom, and a person with a very busy mind sometimes (rather vacant at others, wouldn't you agree!?), sometimes I wonder, "How do you make it shut up?" My "it" is the famous "to do" list that runs over and over and over in the brain! It just runs through my mind like the blasted Dow Jones electronic ticker board on Wall Street...constantly going by with it's list, and you just sometimes want to see it stop (hopefully with your numbers UP)! So, this list, it goes, and goes...and I've noticed that whenever I don't have my mind firmly wrapped around another project, there is this constant dialogue in my head. Even when I want to sleep! It's saying in a very firm voice "You have to till the ground for your garden. Don't forget to go to the grocery store. Oh, and you need to set up your visiting teaching appointments. You really should clip those fingernails. Time to change out the toothbrushes, you know. That's been on this list for weeks, and you just keep forgetting. Wouldn't it be fun to paint this room? What color would be best? Something VIBRANT! nah. Something sooooothing. Oh, that reminds me (still talking to myself!), I need to clean up ...." And on and on this list goes. Kinda like a song you get into your head that you really want to get out of your head, but when you're off doing something, you realize it's still there, and you're humming along to it again!

I'm sure I'm not alone with "the list". I'm sure of that. There is, after all, an entire stationery industry devoted to the magical "to do" list tablet, calendar, etc! An entire marketing empire created by those that teach "time management", which must be due to others out there with that incessant "to do" list not getting done, and feeling like they need to put more into a day to get rid of the dang list! But, how do you shut the thing up!? I've done the list over and over again. When I'm done, it just adds another thing to itself (again, kinda like the Dow Jones...a constant list of 30 things, so when one leaves, another has to take it's place). But, I can't get the ticker tape out of my head unless I'm actually doing something else (that requires brain work). I don't mind having work to do. Most of you know that. It's just the list in my head I'd like to ditch sometimes. Like when I'm trying to sleep, or it's the Sabbath Day and I ain't gonna do a dogonne thing on that list, so it'd be nice to shut it off for the day.

Sometimes I rebel by doing what I want instead of what's on the list. Those are fun days!! Kinda like skipping school--exciting in a weird, knowing you're gonna pay-for-it-later way. Rebellious, eh? (Of course, I never skipped, I'm only referrencing other's stories there. Ahem. ) But, like Jose, I just want to know, "How do you make it shut up?!!" ;-) Well...now hang on there a minute...isn't that just adding another thing to my "to do" list? "Note to self...figure out how to shut off this mind numbing "to do" list. And, when you're done with that, you can make the bed and do the laundry, and learn to make pickle relish...."

2008-03-23T16:53:00.001-07:00

Anew

It's been a lovely weekend for Easter. Sunny, warm, just a gentle breeze moving through the valley. I have a good friend that loves Spring. She's happy, cheerful, sweet, vibrant...so I can see that Springtime fits her! I am not big on Springtime, per se (I like Fall's vibrant colors better, and the sweet smell of crackling fireplaces, and football in the air, and knowing you've worked hard all summer & your time to rest is coming!). But it is a refreshing time of year after being cooped up all winter long. Winter has it's perks (fires in the fireplace, stories read late into the night, peppermint cocoa, pumpkin pies, and all those holidays!). But, Spring can make you feel fresh and alive again! Open those windows, clean that house, plant that garden, mow that yard, and you just feel better! I cleared out some old stuff from the house. I got a new bed. I prepared my taxes. I fixed the irrigation pipes. I planted 100 strawberry plants! It was fun!!

How does this tie into Easter?? What do bunnies and eggs have to do with fresh starts? They don't. Easter, to me, has nothing to do with bunnies and eggs...but EVERYTHING to do with Christ, the Resurrection, and fresh starts. The world seems to testify at this time of year of the Lord's triumph over death and Satan! Every thing screams (beautifully, not shreeking) "We're alive! We're strong! We're vibrant!" It's a great time of year. I hope you get captured by it, and find something fun to do to wake yourself up from the wonderful winter slumber you've been nestled in. Time to wake up and move about again! (I'm picturing an old mother bear here waking up from hibernation with little cubs running all over her...can you see it?)

What will you do, or have you done, to wake up this Spring?

2008-03-21T18:41:00.000-07:00

HUNTER

Hunter is a lucky boy. He's got one of THE best scout leaders. See the lady in the truck? Yep, you got it! Leave it to a woman to do scouting very well! She's got activities for these boys that are fun and educational. Here she's taken them to release pheasants back into the wild. In the cages are the birds that the Fish and Wildlife Department have taken care of for some reason. Now it's time to let them free again! So, the boys get a lesson on this. The weather in Oregon doesn't always work out, but on this night, it did...just as they were done, the rains began to fall! Hunter is in the middle of this picture in the back (with his scout hat on, of course!). He just loves being a scout!

2008-03-21T18:26:00.000-07:00

SOLOMON
I think the big kids are having a very early influence on Solomon's taste in clothing and style. What do ya think? I personally prefer the cute, little, innocent baby than the "gangsta" kind, but every time I leave, this is the kind of thing they do to the poor fella! Of course, by the time I walk in the door (they can see me drive up the street, so they know when I'm coming!), they have him looking cute like this little soft pink hat. But, the camera pictures tell me the truth about what they're up to when I'm out of the house! Silly siblings. Just wait...when they have their own little bundles of joy, I'm gonna have some fun with them! Just wait....

2008-03-11T05:56:00.000-07:00

Mommy's Gets Time Off

So, it's been a month since I posted. I don't have an update on my sister. She's choosing her own route to get through this, and she'll update us when she's ready. I wish her the best, tho, and she knows we're backing her 110%! Keep praying for her, tho.

But, if you read the previous post, we had an issue of our own on that same morning last month. My husband of 18 years took me upstairs for a little "chat" that same Monday morning to tell me he wanted a divorce. This isn't the first time he's said that and walked out....but it IS the last time. He announced it to all the children, watched them cry and crumble, packed his bags, and walked out the door. A couple of hours later I found out about my little sister's health issues. I have to admit...I buckled. After 2 hours of throwing up, I stood up and got to work. "Mommies don't get days off. Mommies can't quit. The children need me." (They had decided to watch a movie since Mommy needed some time...how sad I couldn't be stronger right then!)

But, now it's a month later. I am stronger. I'm happier. The children are happier. There is laughter in our house. There is music and singing. We wake up now ready for the new day (because we sleep solid each night). Some days are better than others (it's not easy going against an attorney/judge in a small town, his employees that do divorces for a living, his hired attorney, and all his lawyer/judge friends giving him advice for free!). But, we're doing well. I still don't know what the future holds. But, I know I have my children, and the Lord. I've learned who my friends are and who they aren't (keep sending me the funny jokes, folks!). I know I have a future--bright, free, and happy. I know I can tickle my children every day and hear them laugh. I see the sun rise each day (early morning seminary!), and it's good. I know the Lord is helping me (us) get past this.

And, of all the weird twists of fate...I have times when I don't have to do any work...time off! Time to sleep in. Time to eat whatever I want (without the kids going, "eewww, yuck")! I have time to clean and organize. I have time to plan and prepare for my future. So...I guess Mommies do get days off (or at least a few hours here and there)!

2008-02-11T21:09:00.000-08:00

PAIN

Mondays can be painful. Today was especially harsh. It never ceases to amaze me how hard it is to start the week again, knowing that you don't get to rest again until next Sunday. But today was worse. We have our own fiasco here in our house. I'll live through that. But...

I have a little sister. She's taller than me, smarter than me, kinder than me. She is 3 years younger than me. She was the kid with the perfect GPA. She was the viola expert. She was the volleyball guru (for those that have seen my latest attempts, you know I'm no guru!). She was the peacemaker in our home growing up. I believe in Justice. She believes in Mercy.

A few of years ago she began to get headaches. She tried everything to change them. I guess somewhere along the way, they gave her an MRI to try and diagnose what was causing them. I don't know much (she's VERY private), except there was a small "node" at the time "they" weren't concerned about. "They" being the doctors. Stupid doctors. They believe so much in themselves and in their drugs and technology. They don't think they can make mistakes. Not all are bad, just like not all lawyers are creeps. But, there's enough to create a culture of arrogance.

Her headaches are worse. She has a beautiful 2 year old now. She tries to smile through the pain for her 2 year old. But, she also tries to find answers to make it go away. She got another MRI. The "node" is now a "tumor" on her brain. Very scary for her and her family. Hard on those of us on the outside wanting to help or make it go away.

She's tough. She can make it through the pain. She'll fight. She'll win. She always has. It's in her 4.0, volleyball playing, viola music-making heart. And, now, she has her daughter and husband to fight for. She'll win. But, it'll be painful.

I hate Mondays. Especially this one.

2008-02-05T09:50:00.000-08:00

I'm on a political kick. Perhaps its because it's such an important time in our country, and having studied it much, I feel that. Perhaps it's because I know this election season is my oldest children's first "test run" before they are old enough to take this God-given priviledge of voting to heart and do it themselves. I believe that the ability to vote on issues, laws, and principles in this country is God's way of giving us a "written test". Think about it...what you vote for is truely what you believe in your heart (or it should be). You can't vote for gay marriage if you disagree with it. You couldn't vote to keep gays from marrying if you felt it was their right...so voting is a true measure of what you have in your heart. I think it's a way that the Lord gives to us to share our inmost thoughts and feelings...by what we choose to allow to happen with our votes, in the communities where we live, and in the people we choose to lead and direct our nation. I want my children to know this and understand the importance of the privilege of voting our conscience...not with the popular wave, or what another would want them to vote. But from their hearts.

I also feel this because I see in my own family a quiet malaise. They aren't interested in hearing about this. They don't want to talk about the issues. A few want the whole thing to go away. I think this is why we have clods in Washington...people don't really do their homework, they just vote for someone who they've heard of, or some one who's TV ads they like. I don't want to do that. I'd like to be sure that I've done my best to try to put great leaders in. If I stand alone, I stand alone. I don't mind being a patriot. I love being an American with this ability to voice my preferences, and choose my public servants. I'll try to do what's right...no matter how busy I am or how little I think my vote will matter in a nation this size. It matters to me, my children, my nation, and my God. And, besides, when things go in the "pooper", I'll know I tried to make a difference. Sincerely trying matters.

Today is Super Tuesday for many states. Not mine. I'm pleased some of my friends are sitting in polling areas today volunteering their time in their states. How lucky they are to watch history as it happens, and to be an active part of this Constitutional right! I hope they have a fun day!! Many others are making phone calls on behalf of candidates, or standing in bad weather to be sure to get their votes in. Horray for the priviledge to CHOOSE our leaders! Many have died for this right, and I'm excited for those that honor this by doing all they can to keep this freedom alive.

Another thing I know is that many are still confused on who they'd like to support for President. Of course, this is only one of many voting issues. But, at this time, it's a big one. I'd like to share something that was in a NE paper a couple of weeks ago. It shows the character of Romney. I think what a person does on his "day off" or "Sabbath Day" gives some insight into their character. Mitt didn't have to go to church...he wasn't home, and no one would know if he decided to sleep in during this busy time in his life. But, this is one man's experience with him...

Published: Sunday, January 20, 2008
Romney visit to church a memorable experience

On Sunday, Jan. 6, as I do every Sunday, I attended the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints on Concord Street. It was the Nashua 2nd Ward's fast and testimony meeting. On the first weekend of every month, Mormons traditionally abstain from food for 24 hours, then at the conclusion of this fast we attend our meetings. From the money we save from not eating, we're encouraged to donate generously to the poor among us. This meeting is called a 'testimony meeting' because anyone feeling prompted can rise to the podium to speak. It's certainly a unique and sometimes unpredictable meeting.

As Bishop Spenser was welcoming the congregation, I happened to glance behind me. I was astonished to see Mitt Romney and an aide quietly walk in and sit down. I had just watched him on Fox News Sunday minutes before.

After the passing of the sacrament, the bishop opened the microphone to the congregation. During this hour-long meeting, about 12 to 15 adults and children spoke. Romney sat through the rest of the meeting and listened graciously. At the conclusion, he walked to the foyer where many greeted him and wished him well.

I will always remember this Sunday's meeting for what did and did not happen. What amazed me was that during the meeting no one, including the bishop, mentioned or made reference to our important visitor. And unlike Mike Huckabee, who was preaching a sermon somewhere in New Hampshire on 'Becoming an Army for Christ,' Romney chose not to speak but rather chose to simply listen respectfully to the impromptu speakers.

I think this experience is significant for two reasons. First, it is a good example of how the culture in the Mormon Church clearly respects the separation of religion and politics. Second, I also respect and admire Romney's choice not to arise and address the congregation. His quiet reverence said a lot more about who he is and what he values. He was just one of us. Lastly, as the bread and water was quietly being passed, I couldn't help but glance over at him a time or two. I saw his head bowed, his eyes closed and his hands resting on his lap.

As we sat solemnly amidst the quiet, I wondered what was going on in the mind of someone seeking the highest office in the land. I thought of all the criticism from the media questioning his integrity, calling him a liar and flip-flopper. I thought of Huckabee's campaign manager wishing to kick his teeth in. I thought of vicious attacks on his character from everywhere and wondered how he could and why he would endure such disparagement.

When the meeting was over, I couldn't get near him so I approached his aide, who was standing at the door, and shook his hand. After a few words, he grabbed Romney's arm from behind and said 'gotta go.' Standing in the way, I moved aside to let Romney by. As he passed, he turned and extended his hand to me, he looked me square in the eye and smiled as I smiled back. And then I knew. I knew exactly how he got his strength and I knew exactly why he was doing this.

Mitt Romney has been blessed with great, great ability and talent. Our nation has critical problems that all seem to be reaching a tipping point at the same time. Consider the coming insolvency of Social Security, our unmanageable $8 trillion debt, the forthcoming economic tests from China and India, the illegal immigration challenge to our sovereignty, the Islamic extremists who want to harm us, our dependency on foreign oil, and the crisis in education and health care.

Have we ever had more of a need for an honest, competent, compassionate, think-out-of-the-box problem solver? Can you honestly say in your heart that any other candidate, or even any other American, is more qualified to lead us through all these challenges?

Even if you disagree with some of his political positions, consider what it would mean to America's youth and future if someone of his competence, principles and character occupied the Oval Office. Certainly, one can look back at the last two administrations and see the consequence of what the lack of competence has meant during the last seven years and what damage the lack of character and principles did during the previous eight.

Mitt Romney is not doing this for himself. He's doing this because we need him to. Our children and grandchildren need him to. He's our last hope if this country is to survive, then thrive, once again. I know the New Hampshire primary is over. I get a feeling though that you'll have a chance to vote for him once again.

Paul Yarmo
Hudson

Thanks Kelly for sharing this. Now, go vote!

2008-02-04T11:45:00.000-08:00

"Better duck — if you're a Mormon"
By Doug RobinsonDeseret Morning News Published: January 8, 2008

I missed the memo that said it's A-OK to make disparaging and often erroneous statements about Mormons. Apparently, they are fair game.

Sure, these are hypersensitive times, when name-calling or perceived bias against any group will get you the Don Imus treatment, but you get a free shot with Mormons. You can say what you want about them with impunity.

If you denigrate a racial group, you're racist.
If you denigrate women, you're sexist.
If you denigrate Mormons, you're hip.

No one would openly suggest that you shouldn't vote for Hillary Clinton because a woman can't lead the country, especially an ornery one. Nobody would dare say that you shouldn't vote for Barack Hussein Obama because he's black, or of Muslim descent, or because he has a name that sounds like a terrorist. One Clinton worker even apologized for alluding to Obama's use of drugs as a youth, so apparently it's wrong to disparage former drug users, too.

But nobody is shy about saying you shouldn't vote for Romney simply because he's a Mormon. It doesn't even register on the PC-O-Meter.

Just like that, 6 million Americans have been virtually disqualified from running for president. They've been rendered second-class citizens. They're foreigners living in America. They face a glass ceiling.

How un-American is that?

It would be one thing if most of those who oppose Romney did so because they disagreed with his politics or character. But Romney is one of the few candidates who has no character issues, a 'squeaky clean' man who has a distinguished record of accomplishments, success and service, with no divorces, no affairs, no scandal. The only thing opponents can say about him is that he belongs to a church they don't understand.

A Harvard law professor called Romney the most qualified of all the candidates and 'the perfect candidate for this moment in time.' But there is his Mormonism, he noted. Even the self-styled PC chief of police, Al Sharpton, once jumped in on the action, saying, 'As for the one Mormon running for office, those who really believe in God will defeat him anyways.'

Mormons don't believe in God? For his penance, all Sharpton had to do was endure a family home evening in Utah.

It's open season on Mormons. A few days ago, Miami Herald columnist Dan Le Batard stated on ESPN and in the newspaper that part of the reason fired coach Cam Cameron failed was because he got stuck with a Mormon quarterback — not a rookie quarterback (which he is) but a Mormon quarterback.

'And you'll have a hard time finding a leader anywhere in sports who was as unlucky this year as Cameron,' Le Batard said, noting that because of injuries, Cameron was forced to play 'a United Nations huddle of a Mormon quarterback, Mexican receiver, Samoan fullback and some guy named Lekekekkkkerkker.' Now Mormons are foreigners?

Ignorance makes no difference. You can say Mormons have four wives or that they aren't Christian, and no one cares. Imagine the uproar if Le Batard had written that the Dolphins suffered because they had to play a black quarterback for part of the season? Or a Catholic?

The Salt Lake Tribune has had a field day for more than a week since learning that Mike Leavitt and some of his like-minded cohorts met early in the morning to discuss Mormon theology and governance while he was Utah's governor. What if it had been a Bible study?

Nobody seems to mind when former Arkansas Gov. Mike Huckabee says his religion 'defines me.' Or when Obama says his church guides 'my own values and my own beliefs.'

People worry that Romney will take his orders from his church leaders. They don't worry that Obama will take orders from his church, whose '10-point vision' includes two references to its 'non-negotiable commitment to Africa,' with no mention of America. Oh, and the church statement begins by noting on the Trinity United Church of Christ Web site, 'We are a congregation which is Unashamedly Black.'

It's a different set of rules for some out there. You can print newspaper cartoons disparaging Mormons. You can harass their families as they walk to their biannual conference with all sorts of foul language. When someone commits a crime, you can note the criminal's religion, but only if he's Mormon. You can make them a one-liner on Leno.

Good luck reconciling all this with the paranoid political correctness that's so in vogue.

Meanwhile, the most politically correct presidential election field ever assembled — a woman, a black, a Mormon, a Baptist, etc. — has gone politically incorrect, but only when it comes to you-know-who.

http://www.deseretnews.com/article/1,5143,695242 228,00.html

2008-02-04T10:53:00.001-08:00

Super Monday

As Marlin K. Jensen just noted...yesterday was "Super Sunday". Tomorrow is "Super Tuesday". Today, for the Saints, is Super Monday. Only 16 times in the modern history of the church has the membership had a new Prophet to sustain and support with our prayers and love and work. Thomas S. Monson is the new President of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, with Henry B. Eyring as First Counselor and Dieter F. Uchtdorf as Second Counselor. We are thankful for these men. It is no small task to be given...prophets are never really appreciated by the world population at large. They are mocked, ignored, or treated lightly--sometimes even murdered just for trying to share what they know to be true. However, these humble men will work tirelessly to reach the few who will humble themselves and listen. May the Lord bless them with health, strength and vigor in their lives! The Holy Ghost is already a constant companion to each, and thus I'm sure they'll be fine. I pray for their beautiful and supportive wives who will have their lives forever changed because of the righteousness of their husbands and the heavy load they've just been given. I'm sure they will take it all in stride. They know the greatness of the men they married, and are equal to them, and thus will be a fantastic support to them.

As for my family, I hope they will take a few minutes to read my last post...look up those talks. Read them. Pray about them. Follow the council in them. And for the future, I hope they will listen to the Lord's prophet, President Thomas S. Monson. Really listen. Really try to do what they are asked (often it's really so little asked!!). (www.lds.org is where you'll find all you want).
I am thankful for this Church, and for the fullness of the teachings of the Gospel, and what I have learned about Christ and Heavenly Father from it. I'm am thankful for the fantastic people that are my friends and examples within the church. I'm thankful for the example of these great leaders as they strive diligently and daily to be like the Savior, and to guide and direct the Church as the Lord instructs them. My children will learn from them, and hopefully strive to become good people, as they are. I'll do my best, too. I'm thankful to watch history as it unfolds...It's a Super Monday!

2008-02-02T19:32:00.000-08:00

Our Prophet (yes, he's yours, too, since all prophets are meant to teach anyone willing to listen to the Gospel), Gordon B. Hinckley, was buried today. He'll be remembered for all he did...the increased temple building, the new Conference Center, the updating of the Tabernacle, all the growth he over saw, the media outreach he encouraged. But mostly for his life, his example, his teachings, and the sheer amount of work he did. He was an inspiration to all of us on how to live well, truely love & serve those around you, and not take any day for granted. His parents, I am sure, are pleased and proud of him, and I'm sure his wife is glad to have him by her side, again. They were great together!

Below are some of my favorite talks he recently gave, or talks where he announced some of the monumental tasks he undertook during his last years, or gave strong council to us (have we listened?). He accomplished so much AFTER age 80 that it's motivating for those of us younger ones! I have no reason to complain about my workload...it's nothing compared to what the Lord allowed Pres. Hinckley to accomplish in his old age! I'm thankful for him, and will spend much time in the next week dedicated to teaching the children (and refreshing my own mind) what he taught. He reminded us of who we are, how we should be good friends/neighbors, and of why we're here. He bore clear testimony of the living Lord, Jesus Christ, and our Heavenly Father. He was a fantastic man. I hope my children listen. I can only add my puny voice to his...I know this is the true Church. I know Christ lives and is the director of this church; leading and guiding through these regular (but good) men that he knows will listen and guide unselfishly, and worthily. His testimony strengthens mine. His life motivates me to be better, stand taller, work harder, and love more. I'm thankful for my blessings given to me by Heavenly Father. I am thankful for the leaders of this church, and the service they give just to try to turn a few more hearts to God. Here are those talks:

“To the Boys and to the Men”
http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-22-20,00.html

Construction of the Conference Center
http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-22-1,00.html

“Some Thoughts on Temples….”
http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-32-20,00.html

“Latter Day Saints in Very Deed”
http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-32-33,00.html

“The Things of Which I Know”
http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-690-30,00.html

“Seek Ye the Kingdom of God”
http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-602-26,00.html

BYU has much more about him, including his funeral services and a nice program highlighting his life. http://www.byub.org/preshinckley/programming.asp

2008-02-01T11:14:00.000-08:00

Dirt-y Dreams

I've been lucky the last couple of days. I had a little time to myself. Dave took all the kids to Mutual/Scouts on Wednesday night...and even took the rest of the little ones with him to the grocery store to pick up a couple of things I had forgotten earlier in the day (I'm getting old, ya see!). This left me with a couple of hours to myself. Imagine that!! (This is where you're supposed to remember I home school, so I really don't have a couple of hours to myself most days.) The first thing I did was sit down and watch the GOP debate on the computer. No interruptions. I didn't have to explain anything to the children about what a "terrorist", or "amnesty" is, or why McCain was a P.O.W., or why it's funny that Mitt can't picture Bill Clinton in the White House with nothing to do all day! I'm glad I did. Fun stuff. I'm likin' Mitt Romney. I hope he wins. I can go on and on about this topic, but I'll save it for another day.

But, I couldn't blow ALL the time, so I got up and did what I told Dave I'd do...I actually got in a much needed SHOWER! Not a quicky like usual. You know the kind where you can get between the toes, and really wash your hair well, and actually use the conditioner that's not the instant kind? A REAL shower. Rare for me. Then I actually got time to file down my jagged finger nails, put on hand lotion, attempt to resemble a woman again, etc. I almost feel pampered. Almost.

But, for some reason, this led to "dirt-y dreams". The kind where you picture yourself out in the bright sun shine, surrounded by butterflies and sweet smelling flowers. The kind where you're going down the rows feeling the dirt between your fingers and toes, hot sun on your back, and then suddenly the ice cold sprinkler on your back (people without kids can't relate to that one). The kind where you laugh as your 2 year old takes a pod of peas, opens it, and proceeds to eat the "little green balls" behind your back because he thinks it's a treat and doesn't want to get caught! (What were YOU thinkin'? Don't you know me better than that? Sheesh.) The kind where you look at the garden you've created and feel that special "pat on the back" feeling from the Holy Ghost that you've done something you were asked to do, and you can see (and smell) the blessings you'll get from it. I drooled over seed catalogs, ordered what I wanted, and sat down to read about more and more cool things I could add to the landscaping. But, I just stuck to buying the seeds for the garden. The landscaping will have to wait.

Do you dream about gardens? Great big cutting gardens? Scads of bright, vibrant flowers everywhere (with no bees in my dreams!). Great paths with shade, singing birds, and fantastic smells? Vases of flowers in your house all the time to bring the sunshine in? Or a food garden...fresh strawberries (dipped in chocolate and topped with whipped cream!), blueberries, peaches fresh and right off the trees? Or a nice glass of home made grape juice, with a bowl of salsa--made from crisp tomatoes and peppers from your own land-- and chips? Or just a nice salad from your own garden? Aaahhh...those are good dreams. Refreshing. Motivating. Dirty; but refreshing.

But, for those wondering how a shower leads to dreaming about playing in the dirt and gardening...it all began when the word "ripe" crossed my mind as I headed for the water!

2008-01-30T15:24:00.000-08:00

New things for a New Year

I have decided to do a few new things this year. It's so busy during the last 1/2 of the year for us, that the first part of the year I often find myself just regrouping! January tends to be a month when I get to sit and do nothing. Then I feel guilty for all of February. So, this time, I decided to use my "down time" more effectively (oxy-moron, I know, but...). I signed up to play volleyball for the women in my ward. I'm a TOTAL rookie, and an idiot out there, but I'm trying. My first serve went straight UP to the lights! As the game progressed, I knew that the other ladies were trying to work with me. I know NONE of the rules. So, I have no idea of when to serve, when a point is made, and when to rotate. After a few times of this, the gal next to me (who has great skills on the court) says to me (as she gets closer and closer to me--me having that lovely deer-in-the-headlights look as she approaches me), "Christie, when I get unnaturally close to you, it's time for you to rotate!" Check! Got it! So, now I know when to rotate! Eventually, I did score a couple of points, and my own girls signed up to play for their young women's team, too! So, that's one new thing.

The other new thing I did was learning to sew...this was "challenging". Seriously, I have made a couple of square pillows, and basic things like that maybe 3-4 times over the past 20 years. No sewing skills. But, I have to make a pioneer dress for the Trek our youth are taking this summer (actually, I have to make 6!!). While Dave and Dakota were on vacation, I thought I'd try to learn to sew one...it's 1/2 the cost of buying one, and I learn a new tightwad skill along the way (I can hear Lisa saying, "Uneducated people do it all the time, so can you")!!!

But, it's hard. You oughta be in my head as I read these sewing instructions (it doesn't help that it's very late at night)...very funny the random thoughts that roll in! Like who the heck thought to use the word "baste" for doing a long stitch?! Were they hungry, or what? Did they get their sewing instructions and their cooking instructions mixed up and were too prideful to fix it? (I'm guessing not, but can't you just picture a prissy woman like the girl Nellie on Little House on the Prairie INSISTING that you really are to use that word?! Then I laugh at the thought that Laura would pop her upside the head and roll her eyes that Nellie would actually think that Laura would believe her...and on and on the imagination rolls.) Anyway, I'm not having problems staying awake with all this mental entertainment! I think I need to have my head checked! How simple is it to get an apron done!? Well, for me, it took 3 stinkin' hours...but it's done, and I did it by myself! (Of course, AFTER I did this, I had a friend come over, and she showed me how to do one in 10 minutes, no scissors--just rip the fabric--and it looked great!! I felt about 1 inch tall!) Here's mine....hers I'm not showing you. Mine is the one we're lookin' at here.

I got the bonnet done. It only took me 3 hours! I can only say it's nice that Dave's not home...I can just grumble and muddle through with no input! Here's the picture!

Next is the dress....that's a whole 'nuther tale, tho. Besides, I've poked and cut my fingers enough for now!

Besides, I've learned a 3rd new thing...a new 4 letter word I am not fond of! It's in these blasted sewing instructions in lots of places..."turn". This is a deceptively simple term. What they TELL you it means is to sew a small strip (to make a tie for the apron, or bonnet), wrong sides out, and then flip it right side out. What it REALLY means is to spend HOURS trying to get a little dinky piece of fabric to turn inside out and NOT rip out all the stitching along the way! We tried pokin a pencil down it, got the hanger out (wrapped the end in tape to keep it from being so sharp), and tried that, etc. But, my fingers are tender from pulling the little bits of fabric from the inside through the top to the outside...tedious. So, "turn" is a new 4 letter word at my house!

2008-01-30T14:30:00.000-08:00

SNOW!!
We woke up today to another snow day. It's the 2nd good one this week! It's so rare in our part of Oregon to have snow that stays long enough to play in! The children had a good time. They got their chores done and headed out the door! Before they made a mess, Cheyennah had a nice time getting some quiet, peaceful shots of the snow blanketing everything. Here are a couple of my fav's. (I love the sun coming up behind our big tree!)

I really love how it makes everything seem so quiet and peaceful.

But, then the children got their dreams to come true...a snow day!

(Dakota frequently prays for these!) They had some fun.

Here are some of the cuter things they did.

Ryken's snowman is very RYKEN! A little wild child! Cheyennah made a snow horse...of course, and was sure to give everyone a ride! Jacqueline made this cute snow family (note the little puppy in the snow family!). But, the cutest thing that was made, was this itty bitty snow baby that Jacqueline made for Solomon! She brought it to the window (the baby was inside with me) and put it in a little chair for Solomon! After he left, she put it back with it's mother so that they were together!

2007-11-09T21:29:00.000-08:00

We can't get enough of Cheyennah's pictures and videos. She's the "unofficial family historian" at this point. Today I took Jacqueline to get a tooth pulled (in preparation for braces), and while I was gone, the children cranked up the stereo and goofed off. The boys were shooting rubber bands at each other, and Solomon's in the middle just dancing to the music! Who says we don't know how to have fun?! We came home to a nice clean house, with no evidence of the goofing off that went on (except this video). I think Solomon has his father's dancing moves.

2007-11-09T19:24:00.000-08:00

Ellie has learned to ride a bike!!! GREAT JOB, ELLIE!!!! (I'm sorry it's sideways, but I didn't know how to rotate a VIDEO!) Cheyennah shot this for us on her little camera. It's nice she did. Some times the video's moving alot...Cheyennah's cracking up laughing, and can't hold still. It's kinda long, but humorous.

2007-11-09T16:58:00.000-08:00

We're thrilled to have Dakota finished with high school!

It was a good month for him. He had his birthday (15!!), his last few finals (100% on 3 of the last four, including PHYSICS!), and a nice party to celebrate all the hard work. Our friend, Cynthia Wright volunteered to take pics of him on his birthday. He looks so handsome (righteous, good looking, smart, and funny...hmmm!) Here are some of my favorites.

We also had a little help from Grandpa Dail who took some pics for us of Dakota's party. (Notice in the first picture below that Dakota's on the phone, and has another phone in his hand taking calls!!) They ate, played football, opened some presents, and just hung around relaxing. It was a nice day, with great weather, and they were happy.

2007-10-15T15:28:00.000-07:00

We've had a good time this weekend hanging around the local cemetery. Some friends of ours obtained an old historic cemetery, but it had been neglected for years. We got the word out via the local paper, and 150 or so people came (even little ones!) to help clean this old place up! We're happy to have had the chance to work hard and do something good. Here are Cheyennah's "before" pics. We'll go get some "after" ones soon.

Summer fun and high adventure

2007-10-01T10:21:00.000-07:00

Also this summer, Dakota and David went on a 50 mile hike in the Oregon wilderness with Dakota's Teachers and Priest's quorums of church. It was a good adventure. They spent a week doing it, hauling their own food and filtering their own water. One of the fathers was a doctor, so I was a little more at ease about the whole thing. Dave enjoyed time with his son, and I was glad to know they are spending time together. They did things Mom wouldn't have done...like sliding down this natural water slide,

and hanging off this rope with just a stick (this is Kelley going down, with Dave in the water below to help...but they all used this same stick to slide on the rope!!), and landing in the river below! Crazy guys! They really had a blast.

They also went deep sea fishing as a quorum on the last day. They caught lots of fish, and enjoyed learning something new.

On the homefront, things were a little nutty. Ryken has decided he likes the whole soldier/army/knight thing. He dresses up in "armor" (his sibling's kneepads and wrist pads) to prepare for "battle" against the dog, or the cat, or a sister. He's having fun, tho. Ellie doesn't mind this kind of dress-up, and even encourages him. Next thing on is a helmet!

What we did on our summer vacation...

2007-09-28T17:25:00.000-07:00

We are starting this "blog" to keep people informed of our comings and goings, and providing a nice way to share info/pictures. This is one of the things we've been up to this summer:

We built a barn. Gotta have a place to put all that junk from the garage! It's nice to have, too!

This is the barn at primer stage (the date on the camera is wrong). The yard is torn up, there are holes in the ground, etc. It was not an easy task. From this stage, we put in sprinklers, painted the barn and house, and planted grass in the field. (The blue in the windows is just the backing that needs to be peeled off...they're really clear.

Some of the grass is still in the baby phase, so we can't mow yet. But, we have hope to mow this weekend!

We also made some adjustments to the house to fit better. I'll share photos of that as the jobs get FINISHED. But here is the house painted. It looks better. It still needs some adjustments (and the barn is only 2 colors, but next spring it will be 3 colors). Many of the other projects are in the "almost done" phase. Needless to say, we're tired of working around here. We're ready to hunker down in front of the fireplace and rest... read, learn, tell stories, etc. It'll be nice.