OH, oh yeah...THERE you are...!

Whew! I can't believe how much has happened since last I posted. I think each thing deserves its own post: the death of a dear and beloved friend, I overcame a HUGE mountain in personal growth, CHRISTMAS, I joined a new forum for doulas and LOVE it, Mark and I celebrated our anniversary AND we went to the LOGAN TEMPLE together to be sealed for time and all eternity!

I'm thinking of writing a book about the perfect husband--I live with him you know. :o)

I love being Mark's wife. He is so profoundly generous, loving, and extremely romantic.

If I had four words to say to the world they would be: SEARCH, PONDER, PRAY, and PREPARE!

I'll post more in my individual expressions of those things in my list above.

GRRRR

This morning on the radio I listened as the news recapped a story of a woman riding the city’s light rail transportation. This woman was minding her own business when comes along “Mr. I’m-all-that” who with his irresistible approach bestows the enviable honor of his sexual interest. “Mr. I’m-all-that” puts forward his sexual advances, which, of course, ANY woman in her right mind would instantly melt and right then and there rip off every stitch of her clothing, attacking him for the mighty blessing of his sexual prowess and good looks.
Well, unfortunately for this woman, SHE evidently didn’t understand or realize the grace with which she’d been bequeathed when chosen to experience the superior honor of being the item of desire for this great “Mr. I’m-all-that” and mistakenly thought she had the right to say NO once he has selected her to pleasure him. “Mr. I’m-all-that” was offended, this was simply unacceptable, after all, he is ALL THAT and MORE!! Clearly all his trips into and out of prison have refined him beyond reproach in prestige. Certainly every female on the planet has been sitting locked up in there rooms pining away and praying for the day he would again leave his stay behind bars and look upon them with favor that they may delight him. Surely this woman must be playing a game; after all this is “Mr. I’m-all-that” we’re talking about. It must be modesty she was going for, she was simply playing hard-to-get because as we’ve established, EVERY woman has been dreaming of the moment when this fellow would offer his advances toward her.
He again gave her an offer she could not refuse to which she declined and physically moved herself. Well, let’s just make it clear now that this has to be at the top of the list, the absolute highest cardinal sin there has ever been! This just couldn’t be abided, not for one second…
So, “Mr. I’m-all-that” walked up to the sitting woman and begins to rearrange her face; he plows into her TEN times breaking her nose with the full force of his fiery for having been denied. She sat there trying to defend herself, screaming for help from the FIFTEEN other so-call human beings also riding the city light rail who did a grand total of NOTHING, nada, zip! That’s right, so CLEARLY, this guy had the RIGHT to beat the crap out of a woman declining his advances, otherwise at least ONE of those organ carrying lumps of flesh would have yelled at him, run to her rescue, called 911, or pressed the emergency button to alert someone that there was a problem. BUT since NO ONE did a damn thing other than watch as this woman was brutalized, I guess there had been a memo sent out about this “Mr. I’m-all-that” for which this woman, nor I, received.
This just makes me SICK! 16 beings wasting human flesh and using up oxygen real people need and deserve! How can we sit by and allow things like this to happen? HOW?! For crying out loud, not even ONE call to 911! Should we not expect more...much, much more from each other?!

Good Bye Common Sense

Another goodie from my email that I agree with 100 percent!

My parents told me about Mr. Common Sense early in my life and told me Iwould do well to call on him when making decisions. It seems he was always around in my early years but less and less as time passed by.Today I read his obituary. Please join me in a moment of silence in remembrance. For Common Sense has served us all so well for so manygenerations.ObituaryCommon SenseToday we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, whohas been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how oldhe was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons asknowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, why life isn't always fair, and how, on occasion, maybe it was myfault.Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend morethan you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children are in charge).His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they themselves failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer aspirin, sun lotion or a sticky plaster to a student; but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar can sue you for assault.Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by three stepbrothers; I Know my Rights, Someone Else is to Blame, and I'm a Victim.Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.

Certificate of Merit

My darling Karlie earned herself a Certificate of Merit in the Film/Video catagory of the PTA Reflections project in her age group. She came home with a trophy, a ribbon, a certificate, and a BIG OL' SMILE along with a desire to do more next year.

Her project was based on the theme of : I can make a difference. She made a video titled: I can make a differnce by helping others. We filmed her doing different acts of service and then she ended it saying that by helping others people are happy and happy people make a better world.

She was so cute!

I'm so pleased with her effort and desire to do something MORE, the reflections projects are purely by choice...and to have done so well is exciting!!!

Lets Say Thanks

Below is a web site I'd like you to go to in order to share Thanks with our service men and women who are sacrificing time, sweat, tears, and dreams protecting us and being our "brother's keeper". The link will take you to a web site where you can pick one of several different cards drawn by children, choose a message you like or type your own, and then send it free of charge to you. Our military men and women will get a printed out card to hold and read with a thought of Thanks...wouldn't that be nice?!!! It takes all of 2 minutes--if you look at every card and read every prewritten message...please take the moment to uplift someone who has committed their life for your.

http://www.letssaythanks.com/Home1024.html

The Ultimate Gift

It finally happened! I just watched a movie that wasn’t made by a church that is decent in every way. No profanity. No sex. No suggestive innuendoes. No real violence. This is a movie well worth watching. It was beautiful, touching, exciting, and safe to watch with the children around. I HIGHLY suggest you view this wonderful movie!!

Oh, there you are...

It’s been some time since I’ve posted…LIFE…it gets in the way sometimes. Well, …Hmm, I think that sounds a bit negative…I mean, thank goodness it was “in the way”, so nice to be LIVING and DOING instead of having lots of time just clicking away to sit long enough to type out tons of things.
There, that’s better.
We’ve been redoing our living room: new paint, new mirrors and pictures, candles and sconces; I’ve been busy scraping together a mothers’ group in Ogden and in Roy; I’ve had a birth client who just gave birth to her baby on Saturday—a VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarean), working at really domesticating myself turning myself into a MOTHER and a WIFE instead of a woman with kids and a man.
Funny, living in the survival mode becomes so comforting when it’s actually quite unpleasant.
I love my life. I’m getting better at it every day.
I have the world’s GREATEST husband and the best bunch of children to love. I am a very blessed and grateful woman!!!