"I truly believe that one virtuous young woman, led by the spirit,
can change the world."
-Elaine S. Dalton, General YW President (10/08)
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
The Mormon Mojo
Me: Go ahead, ask me.
Bill: What?
Me: Ask the question.
Bill: How was mutual?
Me: The youth rock!
Bill: What did you do?
Me: We read Alma Chapter 5...
Yep, the youth rock and all we did was read scriptures to work on a virtue value experience. And if you don't know Alma 5, it's long. Alma rambles and we were trying to decipher all his questions. Geez. As we wrote down several of the questions I was trying to make sure the girls wrote them in a way that they could understand and answer them.
Verse 14 "...Have ye received his image in your countenances?"
Allie: What's a countenance?
All the leaders: Umm, well... (looking to each other for guidance)
Evelyn: Sort of like the way you behave and how people see you.
Me: Kind of like your demeanor.
Evelyn: Yeah.
Allie: Your mojo?
(lots of laughter)
Me: Yeah, your mojo!
(Allie writes: Do you have His image in your mojo?)
Ashley: Don't write that!
Evelyn: Why not?! (She crosses off countenance on her own paper and writes in mojo.)
AWESOME!!!
I think my mojo has been missing for a while, but I'm getting it back. I think my Mormon mojo is going to be the first to resurface. Hopefully the rest will follow suit...
Bill: What?
Me: Ask the question.
Bill: How was mutual?
Me: The youth rock!
Bill: What did you do?
Me: We read Alma Chapter 5...
Yep, the youth rock and all we did was read scriptures to work on a virtue value experience. And if you don't know Alma 5, it's long. Alma rambles and we were trying to decipher all his questions. Geez. As we wrote down several of the questions I was trying to make sure the girls wrote them in a way that they could understand and answer them.
Verse 14 "...Have ye received his image in your countenances?"
Allie: What's a countenance?
All the leaders: Umm, well... (looking to each other for guidance)
Evelyn: Sort of like the way you behave and how people see you.
Me: Kind of like your demeanor.
Evelyn: Yeah.
Allie: Your mojo?
(lots of laughter)
Me: Yeah, your mojo!
(Allie writes: Do you have His image in your mojo?)
Ashley: Don't write that!
Evelyn: Why not?! (She crosses off countenance on her own paper and writes in mojo.)
AWESOME!!!
I think my mojo has been missing for a while, but I'm getting it back. I think my Mormon mojo is going to be the first to resurface. Hopefully the rest will follow suit...
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Observations of the Day
The college guy across the street got some new clothes today. His mommy bought them for him. I saw her going through the stash outside their house today while I was walking with Payton. I believe he also got some sort of cleaning device like a swiffer or something like that. I can't wait to do that to Payton. How fun.
Sometimes people will surprise me and they turn out not to be the people I thought they were. Today it was a good thing. I like pleasant surprises like that.
It takes me only 3 hours in February to get a sunburn. I also did a lot of walking walking/standing facing west because only the left side of my face/body is pink. Thank goodness Payton has Bill's skin and Tasha stayed in the shade.
Bill really isn't a culture guy. He turned on the Olympics for about 30 seconds, saw a guy spinning and said, "yeah, ice skating is still gay." He continued to channel surf, hit the games 2 more times and said, "yeah...no..." and changed the channel.
Another neighbor had Sonic today. He stood outside and ate it standing up off the hood of his truck. I was wondering why he did that. I'll sit in my car and finish a drink if I don't want to share with the kids, but this guy doesn't have kids. Why did he do that? And more importantly, why didn't he bring me a cherry limeade? I almost sauntered down there and asked him that.
Our family is blessed when Bill does his home teaching. Thank you Heavenly Father for giving me that immediate blessing this evening. I needed it.
Morgan, on Criminal Minds, has the absolute most drop dead melt your heart I'll do anything for you cutest smile. Oh my heck.
If you don't take care of your housework, especially the garbage, you will get sick when it needs to be done. This will make you crazy, but you won't have the energy to do anything about it. I'm pretty sure that's why I stay sick longer- I don't want to face the mess.
When you're looking for a scripture and can't find it you should keep your eyes and mind open. You might just find something you weren't looking for. It's pretty awesome.
I have a bunch of green stuff sprouting in my garden. I think it's mostly weeds and clovers, but I'm pretty sure some of it looks like lettuce. Is that possible? I didn't plant it. On that same note, a full clover lawn looks pretty good. If you don't believe me, drive by our beautiful green clover patch. Just don't walk on it come summer time- ouch.
Bill and I have our own language of love. He says, "I love you". I reply with, "shut up". Then later, when I'm blogging and he's channel surfing, I ignore him and he makes fun of me. It's quite comical when I think about it. It is also pretty dang special if you ask me.
I have way too much reading to do and a husband to ignore. I better go...
Sometimes people will surprise me and they turn out not to be the people I thought they were. Today it was a good thing. I like pleasant surprises like that.
It takes me only 3 hours in February to get a sunburn. I also did a lot of walking walking/standing facing west because only the left side of my face/body is pink. Thank goodness Payton has Bill's skin and Tasha stayed in the shade.
Bill really isn't a culture guy. He turned on the Olympics for about 30 seconds, saw a guy spinning and said, "yeah, ice skating is still gay." He continued to channel surf, hit the games 2 more times and said, "yeah...no..." and changed the channel.
Another neighbor had Sonic today. He stood outside and ate it standing up off the hood of his truck. I was wondering why he did that. I'll sit in my car and finish a drink if I don't want to share with the kids, but this guy doesn't have kids. Why did he do that? And more importantly, why didn't he bring me a cherry limeade? I almost sauntered down there and asked him that.
Our family is blessed when Bill does his home teaching. Thank you Heavenly Father for giving me that immediate blessing this evening. I needed it.
Morgan, on Criminal Minds, has the absolute most drop dead melt your heart I'll do anything for you cutest smile. Oh my heck.
If you don't take care of your housework, especially the garbage, you will get sick when it needs to be done. This will make you crazy, but you won't have the energy to do anything about it. I'm pretty sure that's why I stay sick longer- I don't want to face the mess.
When you're looking for a scripture and can't find it you should keep your eyes and mind open. You might just find something you weren't looking for. It's pretty awesome.
I have a bunch of green stuff sprouting in my garden. I think it's mostly weeds and clovers, but I'm pretty sure some of it looks like lettuce. Is that possible? I didn't plant it. On that same note, a full clover lawn looks pretty good. If you don't believe me, drive by our beautiful green clover patch. Just don't walk on it come summer time- ouch.
Bill and I have our own language of love. He says, "I love you". I reply with, "shut up". Then later, when I'm blogging and he's channel surfing, I ignore him and he makes fun of me. It's quite comical when I think about it. It is also pretty dang special if you ask me.
I have way too much reading to do and a husband to ignore. I better go...
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Whatsa "tare"?
Bill just left to go see about a stroller he found on Craig's list. I sat down to prepare my lesson for YW tomorrow and he had left the listing up. It read: "This stroller is in very good shape and has no stains or tares."
I'm almost in tears.
That's the kind of tears that come out of your eyes, not the thing that can happen to a piece of paper or fabric. You know, like there is a "tear" in the fabric of this stroller cover.
I'm almost in tears.
That's the kind of tears that come out of your eyes, not the thing that can happen to a piece of paper or fabric. You know, like there is a "tear" in the fabric of this stroller cover.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Sometimes It Takes Tears
Kyra does what she is told. She pretty much always has. When she was young, if I told her to stop doing something, she would. If I asked her to do something, she would. If I was stressed out she would up her game and not stress me out as well.
Tasha is another story. She plays off my emotions, almost always being one step ahead of me. If she is anxious about something, I usually get anxious and hour or so later. If I'm upset, she gets upset too. When she can feel a situation getting tense, she starts acting out which just makes things worse.
Parenting is tough business, especially when your children are nothing alike. Just when you think you know something, another child comes along and challenges that knowledge. Geez. What I have discovered is that tears seem to work with both of these girls. Not their tears, mine. Honest to goodness, sincere tears from me seems to help them understand my point of view and become repentant. I can only recall 3 times that it has happened...
1. The girls had been at each other's throats for days and I had tried everything to get them to cooperate, etc. I finally just quit trying, went back to the laundry room, shut the door, screamed and then started crying. Kyra came and found me, put her arms around me and calmed me down. She really stepped it a few notches for a while after that.
2. Tasha used to refuse to hold my hand in the parking lot. That freaks me out because she's shorter than many vehicles and she could easily get backed into. Then there's also the problem of her just running off and getting hit. She must have been about 3 years old when I broke down right there in a parking lot. I cried and cried and told her I just didn't want her to get hit by a car. She put her sweet little 3 year old arms around me and hugged me. She never again pulled her hand away from me or refused to hold hands with her sister. It stuck, to this day.
3. Tasha likes to play outside in the front yard. That's fine with me as long as she stays in the big yard and doesn't go over to the little side yard and around the side of the house by the park where I can't see her. There are crazies over there and anyone could just take her. I've told her this many times. I've yelled it many times. I've sent her to her room, taken away play time, refused to let her go outside because she continues to do it. You can tell when you're talking to your kid that they are just listening to the words without absorbing them and taking them to heart. This happened Saturday afternoon and I lost it. I yelled and threw her into her room, steamed on my own for a little while, then pulled her out of her room and told her to go back outside and do whatever she wanted. She finally stopped crying and came inside. I told her we could pack a bag with some clothes and food in it and she could keep it on the side of the house so when someone came and took her she would have some of her own things with her. Tasha didn't like that plan but still nothing on that little 5 year old face. I kept talking and finally ended up in tears telling her how much I would miss her if she was gone and I really didn't want that to happen. I was so upset that I had to go outside to calm down before I went into her room. She had written my name on her chalkboard and put about 10 hearts around it. She came over and hugged me. We told each other that we loved each other and that we wanted to stay together forever.
Ugh. I'm exhausted. Maybe I should go read that parenting book...
Tasha is another story. She plays off my emotions, almost always being one step ahead of me. If she is anxious about something, I usually get anxious and hour or so later. If I'm upset, she gets upset too. When she can feel a situation getting tense, she starts acting out which just makes things worse.
Parenting is tough business, especially when your children are nothing alike. Just when you think you know something, another child comes along and challenges that knowledge. Geez. What I have discovered is that tears seem to work with both of these girls. Not their tears, mine. Honest to goodness, sincere tears from me seems to help them understand my point of view and become repentant. I can only recall 3 times that it has happened...
1. The girls had been at each other's throats for days and I had tried everything to get them to cooperate, etc. I finally just quit trying, went back to the laundry room, shut the door, screamed and then started crying. Kyra came and found me, put her arms around me and calmed me down. She really stepped it a few notches for a while after that.
2. Tasha used to refuse to hold my hand in the parking lot. That freaks me out because she's shorter than many vehicles and she could easily get backed into. Then there's also the problem of her just running off and getting hit. She must have been about 3 years old when I broke down right there in a parking lot. I cried and cried and told her I just didn't want her to get hit by a car. She put her sweet little 3 year old arms around me and hugged me. She never again pulled her hand away from me or refused to hold hands with her sister. It stuck, to this day.
3. Tasha likes to play outside in the front yard. That's fine with me as long as she stays in the big yard and doesn't go over to the little side yard and around the side of the house by the park where I can't see her. There are crazies over there and anyone could just take her. I've told her this many times. I've yelled it many times. I've sent her to her room, taken away play time, refused to let her go outside because she continues to do it. You can tell when you're talking to your kid that they are just listening to the words without absorbing them and taking them to heart. This happened Saturday afternoon and I lost it. I yelled and threw her into her room, steamed on my own for a little while, then pulled her out of her room and told her to go back outside and do whatever she wanted. She finally stopped crying and came inside. I told her we could pack a bag with some clothes and food in it and she could keep it on the side of the house so when someone came and took her she would have some of her own things with her. Tasha didn't like that plan but still nothing on that little 5 year old face. I kept talking and finally ended up in tears telling her how much I would miss her if she was gone and I really didn't want that to happen. I was so upset that I had to go outside to calm down before I went into her room. She had written my name on her chalkboard and put about 10 hearts around it. She came over and hugged me. We told each other that we loved each other and that we wanted to stay together forever.
Ugh. I'm exhausted. Maybe I should go read that parenting book...
Don't Tell Me What to Do!
I've seen this attitude in Tasha many a time. If you suggest something to her, she won't do it even if she wants to. If you give her a choice and she knows you are leaning one way, she'll do it the other way. Sometimes, she will not do something that she really really wants because you have agreed that is it OK. Stubborn child!
Apparently, she gets it from her mother.
I had this conversation recently:
Me: (reluctantly) I just don't want to be told what to do.
Friend: CLEARLY!
Me: I don't like the enthusiasm with which you just said that.
Friend: Let's just say I don't want to be around you when you're 80.
So there you have it, "Don't tell me what to do!" That's my new mantra.
SOMEBODY wants me to read a book that I don't want to read. It's a parenting book and I refuse to be told how to parent. This author doesn't know me or my child so how can they tell me how to parent? Don't tell me what to do! Actually, what I realized is that if you teach me why my child is behaving a certain way I am happy to try to work with that behavior. If you give me insight into boy/girl differences, I'll be happy to treat them differently. Now, in all honesty, I've not picked up this book so I have no idea what it's about, just an idea. I'm just resisting to be stubborn. Somebody might just have to shove the book into my hand like they did Twilight. Just be prepared for me to stall and not finish it or hate the philosophy and not tell you about it. (This is actually the reason I'm resisting this particular book which is probably why this person wants me to read it in the first place. Stubborn, stubborn me.)
Friend #1: "Clearly" I have issues!
Friend #2: I still love you!
Other friend: Just loan me the damn book so I can get this over with. I know you know who you are. I know you think I should read it. I also know that you don't think I'll do anything is says because I'm just as stubborn as you are when it comes to changing my ways.
Apparently, she gets it from her mother.
I had this conversation recently:
Me: (reluctantly) I just don't want to be told what to do.
Friend: CLEARLY!
Me: I don't like the enthusiasm with which you just said that.
Friend: Let's just say I don't want to be around you when you're 80.
So there you have it, "Don't tell me what to do!" That's my new mantra.
SOMEBODY wants me to read a book that I don't want to read. It's a parenting book and I refuse to be told how to parent. This author doesn't know me or my child so how can they tell me how to parent? Don't tell me what to do! Actually, what I realized is that if you teach me why my child is behaving a certain way I am happy to try to work with that behavior. If you give me insight into boy/girl differences, I'll be happy to treat them differently. Now, in all honesty, I've not picked up this book so I have no idea what it's about, just an idea. I'm just resisting to be stubborn. Somebody might just have to shove the book into my hand like they did Twilight. Just be prepared for me to stall and not finish it or hate the philosophy and not tell you about it. (This is actually the reason I'm resisting this particular book which is probably why this person wants me to read it in the first place. Stubborn, stubborn me.)
Friend #1: "Clearly" I have issues!
Friend #2: I still love you!
Other friend: Just loan me the damn book so I can get this over with. I know you know who you are. I know you think I should read it. I also know that you don't think I'll do anything is says because I'm just as stubborn as you are when it comes to changing my ways.
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