Friday, February 27, 2009
I actually thought I was 3 but I guess that's what happens when you get older, you forget how old you actually are.
Here's to two more (times 10) years of bullying my friends and family into blogging. This time next year we won't be in Rexburg - actually, this time in 2 months we won't be here but we don't talk about that. I look forward to blogging about the rest of our lives in the places we live and when we start expanding our family and such. I thoroughly enjoy sharing our adventures with everyone.
It's exciting to me to have the last 2 years recorded on here with pictures. I only wish I'd started sooner.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
I don't know if I've ever blogged about this before but recently I've been hearing words that don't mean what I was taught they meant. I was talking about it last night with a friend from Canada and she was telling me how there's words she's used to that aren't the same here either or they don't even exist. I find it fascinating and bizarre. Although, it's not exactly news to me because even in Scotland words vary from region to region and for how small Scotland is there's an immense amount of variations. America is a lot bigger than Scotland.
Aaaanyway, here's some words for you - just basic words, not accents or dialects.
Scottish to American:
Nappy - diaper
Pavement - sidewalk
dummy/dummy tit/titty - binky/pacifier
car boot - trunk
biscuit - cookie
trainers - sneakers
shop - store
tattie - potatocourgette - zucchini
aubergine - eggplant
hoover - vacuum
flume - water slide
swimming baths - swimming pool
play piece - snack at recessplay time - recess
tuck shop - where you can buy your play piece at school
tea - dinner
supper - snack before bed
bathies - slippers
neeps - turnips
pants - underwear
trousers - pants
rasher of bacon - slice of bacon. Speaking of which...
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
This is the talk it was on.
2. He said, “I am the bread of life: he that cometh to me shall never hunger; and he that believeth on me shall never thirst.”
3. He said, “I am the light of the world…”
If we accept these things how are we being fulfilled?
Drink, thirst no more, everlasting life
Eat, hunger no more
Follow and see clearly
Learn and live
Be clean and pure
Be worthy of the Holy Ghost
What if we don’t accept?
be foolishly thirsty
No everlasting life
be weak and hungry
be blind and lost in darkness
remain dead and unfulfilled
be foolish, alone and filthy
“There is only one way to happiness and fulfillment. He is the Way. Every other way, any other way, whatever other way, is foolishness.”
We each have our own trials. We sometimes feel isolated and that no-one can possibly relate to us. It isn’t true. We can argue that until you’re blue in the face because none of us can prove we’ve ever felt exactly the same as someone else BUT…
“The Lord’s way is not hard. Life is hard, not the gospel. “There is an opposition in all things,” everywhere, for everyone. Life is hard for all of us, but life is also simple. We have only two choices. We can either follow the Lord and be endowed with His power and have peace, light, strength, knowledge, confidence, love, and joy, or we can go some other way, any other way, whatever other way, and go it alone—without His support, without His power, without guidance, in darkness, turmoil, doubt, grief, and despair. And I ask, which way is easier?”
Which is easier?
Our faith is always tried. Next time it’s particularly difficult think of this:
He said, “Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
Only God can provide us with what we really need. What do we need?
cause our hearts to beat
give us breath
preserve & protect us
give us strength to bear burdens
give us power,
Forgive our sins
Change us for good
Forge a Godly soul
Bring us back to Him
What do we need to do to ensure we have these things?
“We will “take upon [us] the name of [the] Son, and always remember him and keep his commandments which he has given [us]; that [we] may always have his Spirit to be with [us].”
Everything depends on that.”
Our Trials now: The Way:
Homesickness service, visiting teaching, write letters, befriend others away from home
Loneliness serve others, visit teaching, become an example of overcoming loneliness,
Loss Scripture study, focus on eternity, focus on what you have, patriarchal blessing
Physical pain priesthood blessings, doctors, educate yourself
Emotional pain prayer, seek comfort, focus on eternity, forgive, repent
Sin repent, pray, hope, priesthood leaders, faith
Self Worth/esteem Quote 10 Young Women’s theme, talents, seek YW values, family history
Anxiety Priesthood blessings, prayer, focus,
Relationships service, love, focus, rededicate, repent
Finances tithing, prayer
“We are daughters of our Heavenly Father, who loves us, and we love Him. We will "stand as witnesses of God at all times and in all things, and in all places" as we strive to live the Young Women values, which are:
Choice and Accountability
We believe as we come to accept and act upon these values, we will be prepared to strengthen home and family, make and keep sacred covenants, receive the ordinances of the temple, and enjoy the blessings of exaltation.”
(I never got to share this next quote but I love it.)
(I never got to share this next quote but I love it.)
One of the most popular and attractive philosophies of men is to live life your own way, do your own thing, be yourself, don’t let others tell you what to do. But the Lord said, “I am the way.” He said, “Follow me.” He said, “What manner of men ought ye to be? Verily I say unto you, even as I am.”
Don’t think you can’t. We might think we can’t really follow Him because the standard of His life is so astonishingly high as to seem unreachable. We might think it is too hard, too high, too much, beyond our capacity, at least for now. Don’t ever believe that. While the standard of the Lord is the highest, don’t ever think it is only reachable by a select few who are most able.
In this singular instance life’s experience misleads us. In life we learn that the highest achievements in any human endeavor are always the most difficult and, therefore, achievable only by a select few who are most able. The higher the standard, the fewer can reach it.
But that is not the case here because, unlike every other experience in this life, this is not a human endeavor. It is, rather, the work of God. It is God’s work and it is His “glory … to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man.” There is nothing else like it. Not anywhere. Not ever.
No institution, plan, program, or system ever conceived by men has access to the redeeming and transforming power of the Atonement of Jesus Christ and the gift of the Holy Ghost. Therefore, while the Lord’s invitation to follow Him is the highest of all, it is also achievable by everyone, not because we are able, but because He is, and because He can make us able too. “We believe that through the Atonement of Christ, all mankind [everyone, living and dead] may be saved, by obedience to the laws and ordinances of the Gospel.”
What do we need in order to feel fulfillment?
Saturday, February 21, 2009
-Stuart got his grad report and we're set for April if he passes the classes he's taking this semester.
-I confirmed that we're ending our housing contract in April. That was quite final. It hit a nerve.
-My mum bought a camera today and I set up a blog for her to share pictures and such with us. I'm extremely excited about this!
-Facebook. I love it. I love that cousins I have seen or heard from in years are on there.
-I love that when I hold a camera it feels so natural. I love that I've been able to make friends through having pictures taken. I love that it's a passion I share with my mum -just another reason why she's a soul mate.
-I like how a simple thing like taking fun pictures of a person brings out a whole new side to the individual and looking at the pictures re-ignites those good feelings.
-I love having so many 'sisters' around me right now and that we all have atleast one thing in common to make us friends.
-I love the response I've gotten to this.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
I'm also going full steam ahead with the gypsy feet project and I'm loving being part of a dependable, creative team who work well together even though they've never met. I love that!
I'm grabbing life by the horns!
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
A minute ago I was posting a reply to a post about herpes and had to type in this sucker to post my comment:
Can you read that?! Let me help you.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
Feel free to come dressed in your best Love Heart Red clothes or dress up as Cupid :)
Please pass this along so we can have a super duper turn out for the activity.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Yesterday was a good day.
Today is good too.
My mum just phoned me. I love it when she does. We chatted about this and that - literally about this. This blog and how I cheer her up with my funny story of Stuart's jump drive.
I like to hear that I cheer people up but I also like to hear about how funny I am. Is that pride? It feels like it might be. The truth is that sometimes I'm typing out real life stories of myself and I'm laughing really hard. I find myself to be really funny and try to paint the most vivid picture of the hilarity as possible. I find myself hoping for something embarrassing to happen to me so I can write and laugh about it. I don't even find embarrassing things to be embarrassing anymore. I first realised that when I was saying that prayer at Beki's wedding. I knew I should be embarrassed but it was hilarious! Did I even tell that story in detail on here? Probably not, I was trying to keep Beki from hating me for it.
I want to have more funny stories than sad stories to tell people. I want to make the painful stories funny because pain can last much longer than it should if you don't find something funny about it and really, when you get hurt physically it's usually caused by some sort of stupidity, right? I want to focus more on the stupidity than the actual pain but miming out the actual pain can be so funny too... That's how I tell my stories atleast. Facial expressions and flailing hands.
I think that's where my spice comes from. Being able to laugh at myself and at other people,
"Sure it must have hurt like hell but did you see how your legs buckled right under you as you skited down the path?! I couldn't have done that if I'd tried!" *high 5*
I think my mum is the one who taught me to laugh at myself because whenever I'd get hurt she'd laugh but not all the time (I can practically hear you denying that right now mum!).
The time I'm thinking about was one night we decided to go down to the Spar (convenience store usually plonked in the middle of a neighbourhood) for whatever reason. I don't remember doing that any other time. Anyway, it was dark and cold outside. As we were going down the cycle path (no, not that one) and mum spots a random patch of ice under a street lamp which we're aproaching. To be honest it looked like someone had poured water out to make it into ice. My guess is it was the gang of hoolies sitting on the wall right across from it with the empty bucket. Just a guess though.
I'm walking to the outside of it to protect my poor, old, delicate mother of course. I step on the ice and take a step but not really because I might have actually been having a cartoon run at that moment. My feet were moving but I was going nowhere, you know the kind. I drop like a ton of bricks. The spotlight is on me, the one flopping about on the ground like a fish. And it was actually a spotlight, that wasn't for dramatic effect, I was right under a street light. I look up at my mum expecting to see her hand out reached to me but no, she's doubled over laughing. Ruuuude! I stand up and try to take a step and clatter to the ground again. Everyone enjoying the show, my mum *really* enjoying it. Still no hand. I try again and fall again. Then finally upsadaisy! and we walk away. My mum weeping with laughter and me with a chipped bone in my nosepicking finger on my left hand.
We walked the back way home.
But it's ok that she found it hilarious because I laughed at her the two times she sprayed Deep Heat under her arms instead of deodorant AND lets not forget the good old story of Hickie Lips!
Hickie Lips... now there's a cracker!
Once upon a time there was a Queen who doted -and still does given the chance- on her little Prince. The little Prince was only one year old at the time and already had everyone under his spell. Especially his grandparents, the King and Queen.
On this particular evening the Queen had fed him a delicious little pot of yoghurt and was now entertaining the little man by ever so gracefully sucking the empty yoghurt vessel to her face. Hilarity was had all round by young and old alike. It only grew funnier as the little Prince would enter a war with is grandmother as he tried to pull the pot from her face as she sucked it harder to prevent removal. The game lasted a while until the Queen had to remove herself to prepare for another engagement she had that night.
As she entered the lavatory she let out a yelp catching a glimpse at herself in the mirror. Her royal highness had been having such a royal hoot with the little man that she had forgotten the science behind the game. The removal of the sucked on cup had left her with two ginormously bruised lips and some very entertained family members - and stake members too.
I need to write down more stories. That is where my spice is.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
I got up this morning and started falling into my normal routine. That's a lie. I was going to go back to bed. That's pretty bad. Anyway, I got up to go wee and then stumbled into the room with the computer to check my email when I got distracted - it happens a lot these days - and got to my google reader. I read about someone winning something or another, a recipe that looked pretty good, homemade cleaning supplies I'd like to try... and then I got to the last one. A blog of someone I've never met. Someone that I don't even share an aquaintance with but a lot of us have been following her blog and praying for her and her family. CJanerun.
She linked to this and it got me thinking. The spice is leaving me. I'm going to get it back. Today!