Friday, November 4, 2011

Do You Really Understand?

Most people really don't understand what my religion is all about.  I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, often known my the nickname of Mormons.   Many think we are not Christian, but even the name of our church carries His name.

Take just a minute to listen to this man explain what the church and the Book of Mormon mean to him.  This will give you a little better idea of what we believe.

I will answer any questions you may have.  You can use the Comments link and I will do my best to answer you.  If you don't want me to publish your comment and my answer, make sure you put your email in the comment and I will answer you personally.

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Thursday, September 22, 2011

Reality hits you hard bro

This is from a Phoenix news story.  As the story about a traffic accident aired, it was really fun to watch the man, Geroge Lindell, because he was so animated!  I thought it must have been that he still had so much adrenilin pumping through him from the accident, but he really is this way. 

Since this was on the news a couple of days ago, the interview clip has been shown on stations across the nation and even on Glenn Beck.

"Songify" took the interview and made it into a cute little song clip.  Hope you enjoy it.

Friday, September 16, 2011

In God We Still Trust

This song is wonderful!  It's by Diamond Rio.  This needs to be one of the songs we choose as often as we choose "I'm Proud To Be An American".  It reminds us of where we do turn when things get scarry and difficult.  It could also help us to chose better polititians
By the Way--The mother of their keyboard player went to high school with my parents.  She is a wonderful person.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Happy Accident

This couple is just too cute for words. Now I know I'm not the only person who burps at inopportune times.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

My Memory of the Attack

10 years ago, I was up earlier than normal and decided to watch TV news instead of reading the newspaper. I came into the newscast about the time they were trying to figure out what had happened at the first of the towers. They talked about a plane but most thought it was some kind of bomb. Then the unthinkable happened and another huge plane went into the other tower. I think the only thing I could do was gasp! That was when the tears started and they weren't going to stop for the rest for the day.  I kept switching from one news station to another to get all the information I could. There had to be some kind of reasoning for all this.

Just like most of the nation, I was on my couch glued to the news coverage for the next few days. Trying to take in the magnitude of what had happened was difficult. For the next week the whole nation was quiet; no planes were in the air! I live by an airport so it was really noticeable. Then when the planes began to fly again, we would stop and listen to each one until we were sure it wasn't going down. It took a long time to stop listening to the planes.

Maybe we need to listen to everything more closely; like the voice inside that tells us to be more gentle and kind, to be more aware and proactive, to be ready give our all.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

History repeats itself

When my oldest daughter was about 16, I asked her to start the dishwasher because I had forgotten to do it. She asked how much to fill the soap container and I told her to fill it about ¾ of the way. A little later, I was in my basement bedroom and heard A LOT of clomping footsteps in the kitchen overhead. Upon investigation, I found my daughter desperately trying to deal with a mountain of suds coming from the front of the dishwasher. I stopped at the kitchen doorway and started laughing!

Daughter = “What are you laughing for?”

Me = “What soap did you use?”

Daughter = “This one” holding up the dishwashing soap

Me = laughing “That’s for the sink, not the dishwasher!”

Daughter = “Well, it was the only one by the sink.”

Me = laughing and holding my sides “Look under the sink. There is a dish WASHER soap that doesn’t suds so much”

Daughter = “Stop laughing! At least you get a clean floor out of it!”

After giving a few tips on how to deal with the suds, I went back down to the bedroom and listened to her working. And I laughed for a long time.

Today, that daughter is 30 and the other daughter is 17. The younger one came quietly into my bedroom and asked what soap to put in the small holder of the dishwasher. I got up to show her and found she had put dishwashing soap into the main soap container. I immediately started laughing and told her she was just like her sister. She took that as a compliment!

When I told her that she would need to be ready to clean up the suds that were going to pour out of the dishwasher, she decided that using paper towels to scrap all the soap out was a better idea. Then I gave her the same lesson I gave her sister, as I laughed and laughed!

She didn’t appreciate the laughter. 

When I told my older daughter about it, she said it was a logical thing to do.  "Dishes and dishwashing soap.  It's just logical"  It's also funny! 

And to get to see it twice in one lifetime is even better!!!

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Most of you who know me, know that I crochet a lot! Some may say that is an understatement. I do carry yarn and hooks with me an indecent amount of the time. But I am in a crochet rut! A crocheted rut takes a lot of yarn and it's never pretty.

I try to make things that will be useful to someone, so that means I do a lot of charity items - hats, baby/youth blankets and a few scarves. I have so many hat patterns that I could put together a book! But the ones I make all seem to be the same or slight variations of the same thing. Like I said, a rut.

Yarn is not cheap and I want to be able to afford the guilty pleasure of buying it, so I get the softest yarn I can for the least expense. That means I buy a lot of Hobby Lobby's "I Love This Yarn" brand. But that can get boring too. There is very little texture using just the one brand of yarn. But I do look longingly at the other yarns and then just put them back.

For $3.99 I can get 355 yards of yarn and have enough to make 2 hats or one scarf or 1/2 to 1/3 of a blanket. Or I can spend $5.99 for 85 to 150 yards of yarn and maybe have enough for one hat.   At the higher price, one lapghan can easily cost $50.   I'm all for charity, but that kind of money stays home!! Especially when I use so much of it.

You see my dilemma.

So, I have decided that I need to find some homeless yarn and offer it a nice home.  The more eclectic the yarn, the better, as long as there is enough to actually make something with.  Maybe I'll find a crocheter who can't do it anymore and help them with that yarn-buying-urge that rarely goes away.  I could volunteer to be the hands that crochets what they can't.

So if you come across someeone who has a yarn stash...
please remember me.
In the mean time, I'll just have to start cutting up grocery bags to make some PLARN.  I just have to move all the yarn to find a place to work on the bags...