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While looking at some pictures today, I ran across this one of Redge and Cyndee.  Aren't they a handsome couple? 

I remember what the sealer said to them in the temple that day. "If you buy what you need, you'll have what you need.  If you buy what you want, you'll always want."   How true that is. 

I'm a true blue "Archie."

That's your nick name, you know....if you are a David Archeleta fan, you're an "Archie".  I heard it on the news.

(Kind of like the Star Trek fans called themselves "Trekkies"), I think.

  I just can't help myself.  I love David Archeleta and I'm cheering him on!  I would even wear one of his T-shirts and if you know me...BB don't do that! (THIS IS AN EXCEPTION).

I   think about him during the day.  I worry about his voice. I worry about if he will still want to go on a mission and how the big bad world will affect him if he does become the next American Idol.

I'm scared his mom and dad don't like each other...does anybody know.  I never see them together? 

He's just such a good old regular all American kid..."gone big!"  And he's a Mormon!  And he sings so fabulous and he's so humble and cute about the whole darn thing.

I wish he would hurry up and make a CD so I could get one!   

When he is singing I find myself standing in front of the TV, like Ty does during a Jazz game.

He's got me...alright!  (I'm not the only one...20,000 people turned out to listen to him when he went back to Utah for a few days.  They proclaimed it, "David Archeleta day"  May 9th.  They even named a street after him!)

I'm old and crazy and having a ball with this! 

Roo Roo!  Go little Davie GO! 

Confession over.   

I like this anaolgy: Welcome

I like this anaolgy:  Welcome to Holland

by Emily Kingsley

"I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a chid with a disabiity--to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to undestand it, to imagine how it would feel.  It's like this....

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip--to Italy.  You buy a bunch of guide bookds and make your wonderful plans.  The Coliseum, The Michelangelo David.  The Gondolas in Venice.  You may learn some handy phrases in Italian.  It's all very exciting. 

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives.  You pack your bags and off you go.  Several hours later, the plan lands.  The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland." 

"Holland?!?" you say.  "What do you mean Holland??  I signed up for Italy!  I'm supposed to be in Italy.  All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."

But there's been a change in the flight plan.  They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting  filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease.  It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books.  And you must learn a whole new language.  And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It's just a different place.  It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy.  But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around ...and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills...and Holland has tupips.  Holland even has Remebrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy...and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time thjey had there.  And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's whre I ws supposed to go.  That's what I had planned."

And the pain of that will never ever, ever go away...becasue the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.

But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things...about Holland. "

   This is one of my speech boys...yes boys!    His name is Hawk Pruett. He got a big kick out of dressing up like a girl for Halloween!:)  He has cerebral palsy.  He has to use a walker to walk. 

One of his speech goals is to say an 8 word sentence without taking a breath.  He inspires me everyday.  I guess his mom thought she was going to Italy..but ended up in Holland.

I just got talking to Redge and he told me that Megan had to write a paper about who her hero is:  She said, "My hero is Jesus Christ...." (then she wrote about Him).  She's 7.  Isn't that cool?  He's mine too, Meg Meg. 

We have Stake Conference next weekend.  Steve has 3 talks to give then and one this Thurs night.  4 talks!  He has spent days working on them.  Saturday, he hardly came out of his office for 12 hours.  He feels the weight of it all. Leadership is lonely.

Be nice to your Stake President!  He loves you and prays for you and works hard to inspire and lead you. 

We are  thankful for the opportunity to serve...the blessings are still greater than the sacrifice!

Where have I been....I read

Where have I been....I read the blog everyday and LOVE them...but haven't much to say lately.

I guess I'll tell you about the boy at school...so you parents will be nice and thankful for your little kids.

Four years ago this little 2 year old boy (perfectly  normal) choked while eating a hot dog.  (Now he's six.) Before they could get air to him, his brain got damaged and now he can't do anything. He just lays there in his wheelchair bed thing with his eyes open and cries.  They feed him thru a feeding tube.  He watches the other kids all day...can't run or play or do even move one part of his body himself. He is a vegetable.

How would you like that challenge?  That guilt?   That test? 

No matter how naughty they are...you are having a good day.

 

You know what makes me

You know what makes me mad? You lose a pound and then eat something good and gain it back.  What a  yo yo.   I hate worrying about it all the time.  Why can't we just eat what we want and live....I was feeling so smug cuz I lost a few and didn't have to undo my waist button on my levi, HAH!!! now I've enjoyed a few good meals and I'm back to "naughty, naughty...you shouldn't have done that."  Is this one of our tests? Don't like it one bit.

What news have I got

What news have I got compared to Heart rocks?  Oh man, I'm excited for Arlene.

keeping perspective...

I'm reading a good book...called HOPE...it's articles from the General authorities about how to deal with the challenges of mortality.  (We all have 'em, don't we?)

I read this today by Richard G Scott:

"When you take a small pebble and place it directly in front of your eye, it takes on the apperance of mighty boulder. It is all you can see.  It becomes all-consuming--like the problems of a loved one that affect your life in every waking moment.  When the things you realistically can do are done, leave the matter in the hands of the Lord and worry  no more. 

Do not feel guilty because you cannot do more.  Do not waste your enrgy on useless worry.  The Lord will take the pebble that fills our vision and cast it down among the challenges you will face in your eternal progress.  It will then be seen in perspective. 

In time, you will feel impressions and know how to give further help.  You will find more peace and happiness, will not neglect others that need you, and will be able to give greater help because of that eternal perspective."

He went on to say that if we become so consumed in worry, we block off our ability to receive (needed) inspiration and direction from the Lord. 

I think this is easier said than done...but I believe that our General Authorities counsel us by the Spirit and that they are the mouthpiece of the Lord.

Therefore....let us (pray to be able to) hearken and obey. 

 

trustworthy students....

I'm subbing PE this week.  Sounds easy doesn't it?  But I'm not familiar with all the rules of the "germ war" game we were instructed to play.  I asked them (as a group) what the rules were? 

I called on a couple that I thought were trustworthy students and would really tell me how the heck we play it, knowing that my job would be to strictly enforce the rules so they could all have fun. 

(I've quickly found out that if you waffle or let them get by with something that is not the rules, it not only ruins the game but they will push you to the limit and pretty soon it's a jumbled up mess).

So I asked some trustworthy students what the rules were.  To my surprise I got 5 different answers!  I couldn't believe it..."No No....that's not how you do it...Mrs Bodily!"

Lesson:  Each trustworthy student defined the rules of the game according to their knowledge of the game.

In life:  EAch of us (trustworthy) children are keeping the commandments according to how we intrepret  them...  such as, sabbath day, word or wisdom and missionary work.

Scriptures study and church and "doing his will", helps us define the rules better in our mind and have a greater desire to live accordingly. 

Sound off...

We have a column in a little flyer that comes every week called Sound off.  People write in their private gripes and then don't have to sign their name to it.  That's what I want to do here...don't hold it against me, k?

As you know Goose hunting season began yesterday.  We woke up (just at  dawn) to bang! bang! and the sound of our friendly island geese crying out in panic: "Help! Run!  Man has come to kill us!  Fly fast! Get the children!  fly ...fly... fly!"   That's what they were saying...It was an anquished alarming  upsetting sound.

Steve and I looked out the window and sure enough there is a row boat on the island and four hunters in camoflauge, hiding in the bushes with dogs.  We watch them shoot at those helpless birds.  They were jumping up and down and all excited.

You have to know we have been looking out at our friendly foul for the past few weeks.  They were so beautiful and content there. They are part of our back yard.

Now to watch  men come and just for the heck of it, and their selfish pleasure, slaughter them.  Why?  (I don't think they need the meat!)

  We watched those poor geese get shot and drop into ther river all morning. I watched one couple in particular.  She (or he..not sure!) nose-dived down after taking the bullet.  Evidently, just wounded, she began to swim as fast as she could to get away from the dog swimming after her.  

She swam and swam...as fast as she could. Dog closing in... The husband goose was flying right above her, honking...."Swim honey...you can do it.  Hurry, he's right behind you.  Keep going..I love you...don't give up."  (Don't geese mate for life?) The dog got her and drug her fluttering back to shore. 

I realize I don't know the hunting world, but I sure didn't like what I saw.   

Help me understand....

a few of my favorite things...

Here are a few of my favorite things right now.  The Walmart body wash Marcia give me...I love that stuff.  The smell is as yummy as any bath and body...it's affordable and so yum.  It's my new birthday present for my friends.  A great discovery in Wally world.

The Emergency C packets.  Every year at this time, I get a sinus infection.  Every single year.  This year I'm taking more supplements and faithfully taking this Vitamin C packet.  It 's  saved me!  I know I started to get "the usual", but I've been able to fight it with Mr. C!!!!!  I like the orange flavor the best.  Good stuff! I swear by it, in fact.  Take it at the onset and you can whip some colds...at least be able to keep going and feel decent through the seige.

See that little ORAl B hummingbird that Ty gave me when he came this year.  It  is so cool.  (Cody, you gotta have one.)  YOu poke it in between your teeth at the base...like instead of flossing...and it vibrates the plague away!  It makes your gums feel itchy good and it's so easy to do.  I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT!!!!!

I used to go to bed with dental floss and do it right before I went to sleep...steve would get so mad because occasionally a little floss would fall on his pillow and feel like a spider!  Now, I just let my hummingbird fix me up and set it back by my alarm clock. .  It's battery operated...so easy to use!  Thanks TyTy. 

One more side note about teeth and such.  Ty was working on a patient that had so much plague build up on his teeth that it was calcified and felt like his tooth.  Ty CHIPPED it out of there and the guy said, "Oh, did you pull my tooth?"  Ty showed him the HUNK and said, "It's plague, mister...!"  His tongue had to get use to a bunch more space around those teeth.  Can up imagine the smell?  Ty gets all kinds of fun patients to practice on...as you can imagine!  p.s.  He still LOVES what hes doing!