I was listening to a talk by President Oaks, he posed 3 questions that I think are perfect.
1- Where are you coming from?
2- What are your basic values?
3- What do you want to accomplish?
One day I will come back to this post and answer these.
Friday, January 26, 2018
Female
Keith Urban has a song called Female. Love love love.
When you hear somebody say somebody hits like a girl
How does that hit you?
Is that such a bad thing?
When you hear a song that they play saying you run the world
Do you believe it?
Will you live to see it?
How does that hit you?
Is that such a bad thing?
When you hear a song that they play saying you run the world
Do you believe it?
Will you live to see it?
Sister, shoulder
Daughter, lover
Healer, broken halo
Mother nature
Fire, suit of armor
Soul survivor, Holy Water
Secret keeper, fortune teller
Virgin Mary, scarlet letter
Technicolor river wild
Baby girl, women shine
Female
Daughter, lover
Healer, broken halo
Mother nature
Fire, suit of armor
Soul survivor, Holy Water
Secret keeper, fortune teller
Virgin Mary, scarlet letter
Technicolor river wild
Baby girl, women shine
Female
When somebody laughs and implies that she asked for it
Just 'cause she was wearing a skirt
Oh is that how it works?
When somebody talks about how it was Adam first
Does that make you second best?
Or did he save the best for last?
Just 'cause she was wearing a skirt
Oh is that how it works?
When somebody talks about how it was Adam first
Does that make you second best?
Or did he save the best for last?
Sister, shoulder
Daughter, lover
Healer, broken halo
Mother nature
Fire, suit of armor
Soul survivor,…
Daughter, lover
Healer, broken halo
Mother nature
Fire, suit of armor
Soul survivor,…
Grandmas
Over Christmas I had a really weird thing happen. I went into a deep sorrow for the loss of my Grandmothers. It was so intense and so consuming, one night, I full on texted a friend who is a medium. I had to know 'what' and 'why.'
This is what she said:
"They said part of it is because it is the holidays and you are trying hard to 'feel' the Christmas magic, but it is kind of empty this year. And, there is a part of you that just really longs to feel how you did when you were younger."
She said, "From my perspective the moon is full and Mercury just went to retrograde. that can draw old grief to the surface."
Then, "What are you doing for you? Are you getting any free time at all? You feel anxious and rushed. Make sure that you do things to honor them this holiday. Make their cookies, their rolls, or other treats and make sure that theres's an ornament on your tree that represents each one of them. I will ask them both to see if they can come and see you in a dream and give you a love. It feels like that's what you really need is a good grandma hug."
Kinda of made me weep. Not cry. Weep.
I could close this right here, but I want to write out two memories of my Grandmas I want recorded.
Grandma D sent a package on my mission for Christmas that included two of everything, turtlenecks, lipstick, hair stuff. It was the only present my companion got. <3
Grandma Grover would make us something every christmas. Every grandkid. I got blankets, quilts, wall art, towels, and always jammies. Grandma Grover is probably a huge part of what made Christmas magical for me and my life.
I'm going to go out on a limb, and say because of the moon position again this week, this again makes me frustratingly emotional. :)
This is what she said:
"They said part of it is because it is the holidays and you are trying hard to 'feel' the Christmas magic, but it is kind of empty this year. And, there is a part of you that just really longs to feel how you did when you were younger."
She said, "From my perspective the moon is full and Mercury just went to retrograde. that can draw old grief to the surface."
Then, "What are you doing for you? Are you getting any free time at all? You feel anxious and rushed. Make sure that you do things to honor them this holiday. Make their cookies, their rolls, or other treats and make sure that theres's an ornament on your tree that represents each one of them. I will ask them both to see if they can come and see you in a dream and give you a love. It feels like that's what you really need is a good grandma hug."
Kinda of made me weep. Not cry. Weep.
I could close this right here, but I want to write out two memories of my Grandmas I want recorded.
Grandma D sent a package on my mission for Christmas that included two of everything, turtlenecks, lipstick, hair stuff. It was the only present my companion got. <3
Grandma Grover would make us something every christmas. Every grandkid. I got blankets, quilts, wall art, towels, and always jammies. Grandma Grover is probably a huge part of what made Christmas magical for me and my life.
I'm going to go out on a limb, and say because of the moon position again this week, this again makes me frustratingly emotional. :)
When I was little, I thought the mailbox was magical.
Brought me letters from anonymous friends (yes, mostly my sister when she went to stay with my Aunt), and pen pals, and cousins when they went on trips.
When I was about 12, I got onto the magazine thing. You know, subscribe, and then cancel, but they still send you 3 months for free.
Oh, and get this, I remember when it was a quarter and a penny. I could put that change in the mailbox, with my envelope, and the mail lady would put a stamp on it for me. That's a funny little memory.
When I went to college my Grandma D would write me, I had missionaries that loved mail as much as I did, and I would get an occasional care package from mom.
Mission Mail had its ups and downs. Love from home in it's varies forms- family, packages,(the ups) and wedding announcements (the downs). (I can tell you exactly where I was standing upon receiving a couple of those heartbreaker, hopebreaker, envelopes of love.) But probably the worst was not getting any mail. That, was hard.
When Cody and I first got married, His mom would write us weekly. And, about once a month, send a box- some of my favorite mail of my whole life. It was random stuff, but always, fun stuff.
Today? I hate mail. It's only bills. I still have a desire to go get it, walk to the mailbox, watch for the postman to drive away. But it's always a disappointment.
Brought me letters from anonymous friends (yes, mostly my sister when she went to stay with my Aunt), and pen pals, and cousins when they went on trips.
When I was about 12, I got onto the magazine thing. You know, subscribe, and then cancel, but they still send you 3 months for free.
Oh, and get this, I remember when it was a quarter and a penny. I could put that change in the mailbox, with my envelope, and the mail lady would put a stamp on it for me. That's a funny little memory.
When I went to college my Grandma D would write me, I had missionaries that loved mail as much as I did, and I would get an occasional care package from mom.
Mission Mail had its ups and downs. Love from home in it's varies forms- family, packages,(the ups) and wedding announcements (the downs). (I can tell you exactly where I was standing upon receiving a couple of those heartbreaker, hopebreaker, envelopes of love.) But probably the worst was not getting any mail. That, was hard.
When Cody and I first got married, His mom would write us weekly. And, about once a month, send a box- some of my favorite mail of my whole life. It was random stuff, but always, fun stuff.
Today? I hate mail. It's only bills. I still have a desire to go get it, walk to the mailbox, watch for the postman to drive away. But it's always a disappointment.
Wednesday, January 24, 2018
Pea Green Soup
Awhile back I told my kids the Pea Green Soup joke. Yes, of course, it was over a meal of Pea Green Soup.
Well, they think its hilarious and retell it to me, on a very frequent basis. We sort of of love jokes.
It will vary occasionally, with whatever we are eating for dinner or whatever has caught their funny bone. Last night we got a good one.
Creeden- Mom, say Bread after everything I say.
me- ok
Creeden- What did you eat for breakfast?
me- bread
Creeden- What did you eat for lunch?
me-bread
Creeden- what did you eat for dinner?
me- bread
Creeden- What did you do all night?
me- uuuuuhhhhh.......
Well, they think its hilarious and retell it to me, on a very frequent basis. We sort of of love jokes.
It will vary occasionally, with whatever we are eating for dinner or whatever has caught their funny bone. Last night we got a good one.
Creeden- Mom, say Bread after everything I say.
me- ok
Creeden- What did you eat for breakfast?
me- bread
Creeden- What did you eat for lunch?
me-bread
Creeden- what did you eat for dinner?
me- bread
Creeden- What did you do all night?
me- uuuuuhhhhh.......
Wranglers.
I obsess. Maybe because I am a pisces. Maybe because I am a middle child. Maybe because I am Mormon. Maybe all of the above. Maybe that will be my next 5 blog entries...
Over a decade ago I read a blog that related a story and as a complete side note to the story it veered to the left on how a) terrible people who wear wranglers are, and b) how taxidermy is of the devil. I may slightly be embellishing the feeling but not much. Everyone has the right to their own feelings. I guess that is called prejudices ya? so why has it ate at me for over 11 years? A couple of reasons; first, I am a social worker. I understand that people are more than the tag on their pants, the art on their wall, or the foundation color they buy at the store. (Which, by the way, if you are going to fight for all people to love with no prejudices, but then are prejudice against a tag on a pair of pants, I think there is a fundamental disturbance) And second; because even tho, I cannot pull off looking good in Wranglers, I ADORE so many people in my life who can, and do!! I AM the person I AM because of Wrangler work ethic and deep down grit.
Perhaps the problem is in the definition. My definition of Wrangler Jeans: Hard work. Understanding of long hours, real sweat, sacrifice. They are long lasting, steady, sturdy. To me, they mean hauling hay, chasing cows, spending time with my dad and Grandpas, sitting in the front seat of the truck, drinking orange Crush, and my country life.
Then, the taxidermy aspect of life. Anyone who has been in my families home a minute, knows that when you mock this you mock me. Do I hunt? No. Weird that I care right? Yes. It is weird. There are 2 authors on this formentioned blog. I don't know which person, A or person B wrote it. One of them spent time in my home that holds multiple animals on the walls. Ouch. Yes, I am also self-centered. I believe it was a personal attack. (I guess that means I have 6 following blog entries...)
Yes. You should feel sorry for Cody, because in all the memory lapses I do have, there are just as many that don't escape and that I chew on forever. Exhausting. My mom used to say the W on the pockets is for Wonderful Wayne. Love that! :) I guess by writing this out, maybe my mind will shut the door on this memory. And, maybe just maybe it will act as a reminder to be nice. About everyone. To everyone. Just be nice. Just love. And well, maybe it's my problem after all.
Over a decade ago I read a blog that related a story and as a complete side note to the story it veered to the left on how a) terrible people who wear wranglers are, and b) how taxidermy is of the devil. I may slightly be embellishing the feeling but not much. Everyone has the right to their own feelings. I guess that is called prejudices ya? so why has it ate at me for over 11 years? A couple of reasons; first, I am a social worker. I understand that people are more than the tag on their pants, the art on their wall, or the foundation color they buy at the store. (Which, by the way, if you are going to fight for all people to love with no prejudices, but then are prejudice against a tag on a pair of pants, I think there is a fundamental disturbance) And second; because even tho, I cannot pull off looking good in Wranglers, I ADORE so many people in my life who can, and do!! I AM the person I AM because of Wrangler work ethic and deep down grit.
Perhaps the problem is in the definition. My definition of Wrangler Jeans: Hard work. Understanding of long hours, real sweat, sacrifice. They are long lasting, steady, sturdy. To me, they mean hauling hay, chasing cows, spending time with my dad and Grandpas, sitting in the front seat of the truck, drinking orange Crush, and my country life.
Then, the taxidermy aspect of life. Anyone who has been in my families home a minute, knows that when you mock this you mock me. Do I hunt? No. Weird that I care right? Yes. It is weird. There are 2 authors on this formentioned blog. I don't know which person, A or person B wrote it. One of them spent time in my home that holds multiple animals on the walls. Ouch. Yes, I am also self-centered. I believe it was a personal attack. (I guess that means I have 6 following blog entries...)
Yes. You should feel sorry for Cody, because in all the memory lapses I do have, there are just as many that don't escape and that I chew on forever. Exhausting. My mom used to say the W on the pockets is for Wonderful Wayne. Love that! :) I guess by writing this out, maybe my mind will shut the door on this memory. And, maybe just maybe it will act as a reminder to be nice. About everyone. To everyone. Just be nice. Just love. And well, maybe it's my problem after all.
Monday, January 22, 2018
Haiti
Haiti.
Yep.
I’ve had a lot of extra time to think lately.
Eight days without an actual schedule or real commitments will do that to ya. Make you think.
Last week President Trump (may or may have not) said some mean things about Haiti. Weird thing is, then I went there. I was there less than 24 hours. I was taken to specific places, and met specific people. I was a guest. I saw only what they wanted me to see. True.
Did you know that maybe countries are like people? I have very ugly sides, created by insecurity. I have very scary places, created by fear. But, just like Haiti, there may be some beautiful thrown in there along the way. Countries may be the same. But I wonder, Maybe, if we take a little time to see, and value, and build, and appreciate, maybe we can find the most beautiful thing we will ever be a part of, people and countries.
❤️❤️❤️❤️
Yep.
I’ve had a lot of extra time to think lately.
Eight days without an actual schedule or real commitments will do that to ya. Make you think.
Last week President Trump (may or may have not) said some mean things about Haiti. Weird thing is, then I went there. I was there less than 24 hours. I was taken to specific places, and met specific people. I was a guest. I saw only what they wanted me to see. True.
Did you know that maybe countries are like people? I have very ugly sides, created by insecurity. I have very scary places, created by fear. But, just like Haiti, there may be some beautiful thrown in there along the way. Countries may be the same. But I wonder, Maybe, if we take a little time to see, and value, and build, and appreciate, maybe we can find the most beautiful thing we will ever be a part of, people and countries.
❤️❤️❤️❤️
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