Tuesday, February 28, 2012

At the risk of an Overshare

I will withhold names at this time, but I had to share this...

Cute boy: Spaghetti or Steak?
Me: Either, unless I'm wearing white, in which case steak.  Is there a point to this question?
Cute boy: I want to get to know my woman! :) If you had to wear one color for a year, which would you wear, blue or green?
Me: Green, and I will punch you. (yes I am so loving, I know)
Cute boy: What?  Now what?
Me: Haha, You can call me your girl, your love and a whole host of other things, but your old lady, your woman and the old ball and chain are not allowed.
Cute boy: What?  Hows that any different than you calling me your man?
Me: I don't call you that.
Cute boy: Oh.  Well okay then.

I repeat, so happy.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012


This is a little different than what I normally post, but it is something that I have been thinking about for a while now, so I wanted to pose this question to you.

When we talk about the atonement and Jesus Christ, we always talk about how he came to earth because he had to receive a physical body and experience all things. (if you don't know what I'm talking about, click here).  We talk about how he felt everything we have felt, has been through everything that we have been through.  So my question is:

Did Christ feel our happiness as well as our pains and afflictions?

Because I am pretty happy right now, and I really hope he knows how that feels.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Love Letters and Other Heart Warming Things.

I follow this blog called A Blog About Love.  It is a husband and wife couple who share their story, after two failed marriages (one from each of them) they fell in love over email, set up by a mutual friend and were eventually married.  They are an inspiration, and I love them. (I secretly want to be them, but I recognize that that would be weird...so I want to be LIKE them.) A few days ago they shared an excerpt from a book filled with letters. 

In the book, Steinbeck: A Life of Letters, there is a collection of letters written by John Steinbeck to family and friends.  Among this correspondence is this beautiful letter written to his eldest son, Thom, in 1958.  Thom had recently confessed to his parents that he had fallen desperately in love with a girl named Susan, while at boarding school!  (ahhh...)   

New York
November 10, 1958
Dear Thom:
We had your letter this morning.  I will answer it from my point of view and of course Elaine will from hers.
First -- if you are in love -- that's a good thing -- that's about the best thing that can happen to anyone.  Don't let anyone make it small or light to you.
Second -- There are several kinds of love.  One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance.  This is the ugly and crippling kind.  The other is an outpouring of everything good in you -- of kindness and consideration and respect -- not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn't know you had.
You say this is not puppy love.  If you feel so deeply -- of course it isn't puppy love.
But I don't think you were asking me what you feel.  You know better than anyone.  What you wanted me to help you with is what to do about it -- and that I can tell you.
Glory in it for one thing and be very glad and grateful for it.
The object of love is the best and most beautiful.  Try to live up to it.
If you love someone -- there is no possible harm in saying so -- only you must remember that some people are very shy and sometimes the saying must take that shyness into consideration.
Girls have a way of knowing or feeling what you feel, but they usually like to hear it also.
It sometimes happens that what you feel is not returned for one reason or another -- but that does not make your feeling less valuable and good.
Lastly, I know your feeling because I have it and I'm glad you have it.
We will be glad to meet Susan.  She will be very welcome.  But Elaine will make all such arrangements because that is her province and she will be very glad to.  She knows about love, too, and maybe she can give you more help than I can.
And don't worry about losing.  If it is right, it happens -- The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.

Is there a better way to describe love?  Have you felt this way?  I'll let you in on a little secret...I am feeling it.  That is another story for another post.  I hope that today you feel love, a love full of goodness, an outpouring of everything good in you.

There is nothing better than knowing you are giving the best of who you are to something or someone.  Be the love you want, give the love you wish for, but most important, BE HAPPY WITH WHERE YOU ARE RIGHT NOW.  Things can always get better, but they can also get worse. And trust me, it has taken me years of stumblings and heartache to recognize good when I see it.  When you find it, you'll see what all the fighting was for.

I bet you never saw that one coming :)

Saturday, February 11, 2012

TMFH: Techmology

The world is over when my phone is broken...And I'll probably cry until its fixed.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Its always in the last place you look!

Everybody has done it.

You lose your keys, your glasses, the last piece of bacon-its a tragic experience!  And you look all over for it. Try as you might, you just can't find it anywhere.  It is that awful feeling-that feeling that you will never sleep again for fear that you and your treasured item will be pulled farther and farther away from each other.

Isn't that the worst?

And then of course when you DO find it, someone will inevitably say that age old adage (which yes I did just look up to make sure I was using that word properly) 'Its always in the last place you look!' You will of course think to yourself, 'Thanks idiot, who in their right mind would keep looking after they found what they were looking for?' but on the outside you say, 'I know!' and bat your eye lashes and hope that they don't see through your desire to slap them.

But the point of my story is that you always find things in the darndest places.  My mom used to lose her glasses all the time (pre lasic eye surgery) and would find them...on top of her head.  

Enter point of this post.

I have been pondering and stressing over a decision and some situations in my life for a few months.  Stressing because of course matters of the heart are always so dark and twisty and complicated and pondering because, well, matters of the heart are meant to be pondered.  You don't need to know the specifics of it, but needless to say I was really wanting to figure it all out.  I had prayed about it, I had thought it out in my mind, and still, nothing.  It was driving me insane.  So late Saturday night after a much needed conversation, I started a fast to figure it out.

Now I don't talk about my calling very often on here, but I am ward party planner.  It used to be my dream calling, but right now it is the number one adder of stress to my life.  It is so hard to plan for things in my ward where one week we will have 20 people at something and the next week 30-50.  UGH!  So we had an awesome sacrament meeting, great Sunday School and then I assumed my position in the kitchen (spare me the bare foot and pregnant jokes) and go about making baked potatoes for everyone...due to some slight miscalculations I was stressed all afternoon so I didn't really break my fast properly and I wasn't really in any mood to receive revelation or answers.  Looking back, I would have probably had a hard time deciphering answers at that time anyways. I went home that night and took a breather before going to party it up watching the Super Bowl at a friend's house.
This is me in the kitchen being stressed...and taking a picture. It makes sense.

Post Half Time, mid-sentence, the spirit slapped that answer in my face so hard.  The funny thing was, it had been staring me in the face for WEEKS, but I guess I just needed the right perspective.  Well there it was, BOOM, perspective.  And once I knew, there was nothing that could have stopped me from doing the right thing, so I did it.  

I am so glad to have the gift of personal revelation, and especially for the Holy Ghost.  I don't always recognize it, I don't always know when I'm following it, but I'm trying.

Besides, its always in the last place you look.