Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Truth and Wisdom Can Stand By Themselves

Would you like to read something that I really believe? Of course you would. This is an article from today's Mormon Times. All I have to add is, amen.

Last Sunday night, a breath of fresh air blew through the Brigham City 5th Ward. A professional consultant, Karen C. Eddington, showed up at "New Beginnings" to speak to the young women about self-worth.

At one point, she asked the girls if they'd accept a $100 bill if she offered it.

Yes, they said.

"What if I wadded the bill up, tossed it on the ground and called it names?" she asked. "Would you still want it?"

Of course, they said.

She used the example to teach that our true worth has nothing to do with outward appearance or what other people say.

It was just one telling moment in an evening of telling moments.

Eddington also said she's often been forced to wear two hats in life. In the secular world, she's a "motivational speaker," but with LDS groups she's a religious speaker. Yet, she said, everything she says at seminars in the world can be found in the gospel message. She just doesn't present it that way.

I've thought about that several times since.

How often do we reject wise counsel simply because we are biased against the source?

We tune out people we don't want to hear.

When our parents, spouses or friends give us advice, we often reject it out of hand. But if we get the same advice in a new bestseller, we often lap it up.

If I were to say, "George Washington once said … ," many people would take whatever words that followed completely to heart.

But if I were then to say, "Wait. It wasn't George Washington who said it. It was Harry Reid," those same people would quickly blot the comment from their minds.

When LDS apostles speak of moderation, members of other faiths often tune them out. But when similar thoughts show up in some sacred text — say, the "Tao Te Ching" — those people will quickly stoop and sip from the great fountain of knowledge.

I think we're all guilty of such bias.

We often care more about the source than what is being said.

When PBS aired a documentary on the Mormons some time back, I was amused by how many people complained that the filmmaker didn't distinguish between the devout LDS historians and the secular historians who were being interviewed. Apparently, a lot of viewers felt incapable of listening to what was said and deciding if it made sense. They were more concerned about the source of the comments than the comments themselves.

To me, that's a little like wringing our hands and wondering if the author of a hymn is LDS or not. Either the hymn resonates with our spirits or it doesn't. And the fact that half the hymns we sing in the church were written by members of other faiths shows we are, indeed, capable of making such distinctions when we care to do it.

All it takes is an open heart and an attentive ear.

Truth and wisdom can stand by themselves.

As for Karen Eddington, I wish her well in her quest to help young girls see through the masks and ruses of the world — whether she's speaking to LDS Church groups or others.

She is a wise person with wise things to say.

And I'm pretty sure I'd feel the same way, even if I found out that instead of saying she was a "Mormon," she actually said she was a "Martian."

Monday, February 14, 2011

The Year of the Rabbit

February 3rd started the Year of the Rabbit for the Lunar New Year. I felt like I just took the Christmas decorations down, so I didn't decorate like I did last year. We did have lettuce wraps and dumplings for dinner. It's always a big hit with the kids.

I'm a rabbit so I'm hoping that this is a good year for me.


Lachlan eating a lettuce wrap. I'm so disgusted with the quality of these pictures. I was too lazy to go change the lens...they were very dark...so now they are lighter, but funky colored and grainy. gee.
Jack puts it in a piece of lettuce, but only eats the meat out of it--repeatedly out of the same leaf. He also only eats the middle of the dumpling. He, quote, "can't eat the skin." When it is phrased like that--yuck, who can?
We also made rabbits and wore our rabbit ears. Thank you Family Fun website.
Lachlan is getting very accurate with her cutting. It scares the $#%@ out of me. She's got a little "serial killer" in her lately.
This picture makes them look so fun. ha.ha.ha. Those rabbits are capable of jumping from one side of the living room to the other. They can also spin and dance. I know. I've seen it.
It took us about 20 different pictures to get one that wasn't ridiculous. BTW, I love that gigantic eye that Jack glued on his rabbit. I got the giggles watching him stick it on--then I noticed that Jeff put a huge eye on his rabbit too! I am such a traditionalist sometimes....ugh. A rabbit with a huge eye is surely genetically superior! What was I thinking?

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Whistlepig Wednesday

We celebrated Whistlepig Wednesday instead of Groundhog Day. We roll with Curious George these days and that's how he does it. I don't think that the kids had a clue about what I was trying to explain to them about "six more weeks of winter." Lachlan was very confused.


Nevertheless, these whistlepigs went to preschool, made pretend holes in the ground, and sang songs at the dinner table. It was quite a party.
Here are the kids checking out the pig's shadow. It was ten-below zero. Pretty sure the real whistlepig didn't even bother to role over in his burrow. Spring? A LONG time coming.

The Battle for Middle Earth

The Battle Front
A Battle Lost
Victory!

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

The Idaho Border

Jack: Mom, can you help me put my Batman costume on so that I can get married?
Me: Yeah, who are you marrying?
Jack: Lola, my daughter, cause she's available.
Me: Okay. Let's make sure and get that mask on too, for legal reasons.

[note: these pictures are so dark because I wanted to take some secret pictures of the wedding. I tried to pretend that I was photographing something else. As much as this whole thing is totally weird it is also so hilarious!]

Their wedding dance. Lachlan was telling him how to do it the "right way"--don't you love the streamers Jack has put on his arms for the special event?!
Wedding ring: Courtesy of the Pork Producers. I almost peed my pants when I saw this!
I had them pose for one official picture. I LOVE Jack's "hat" he wouldn't let me take the picture until it was firmly placed on top of his head.
Jack convinced Lachlan that they needed to kiss because all of the princesses do it. She told him "just one cause I don't really want to." I had to walk away to keep from laughing out loud.

Monday, January 31, 2011

The Troubles with Nonfiction

Years ago, I purchased the book, My Mom's A Vet. It's your basic version of elementary career-based nonfiction. A solid authentic portrayal in the day of a country veterinarian. I've always had it in my office as a reference book of sorts for building lesson plans.

This morning Jack was asking if he could sit on my lap while I worked. I was desperately trying to finish a lesson plan so I told him to select a book from my shelf and read it.

He picked one with really great pictures.


(this is my childhood revisited in this photograph--if I had a nickel for every tail that I held "out of the way...")
I heard him say, "What is that!?"
I said, "It is a baby calf being born."

"From its BUTT?!"
"No, it's a special hole for the baby to come out of..."
"It it looks terrible!"

I did my best matter-of-fact detailing of what was happening in each picture. We also discussed belly-buttons (he calls it the buddy-bellen). I figured that I did a pretty good job because he said, "Okay, can I go now," with a complete dead-pan tone.

After lunch, I heard him telling Lachlan to come and see "the new-boren baby dinosaurs." He told her to hurry so that he could get the wet slime off of them before they choked to death.

[sigh]

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Crafter Step-by-Step

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Cooking and Crafting

It all started when I purchased a SAD light (seasonal affective disorder). I had a 50 thousand-mile check up back in November and I told Dr. T that I needed something to get me through the winter. I can't say it any plainer than I HATE the winters in the valley. It isn't the snow--skiing has been great--it generally isn't the cold, although I do have my limits. It is the daylight. The lack of it.

Last winter at this time I instituted the Ladies Luncheon--it was a selfish motivation to get other women to come over for a few hours and chat it up. It was either get out of the funk or take a bath with the hair dryer. It still wasn't enough. My anxiety was through the roof. I would lay in bed at night just praying that my brain would shut down long enough for me to get a couple hours of sleep...and then I couldn't wake up...and I needed a two hour nap every day. Ugh. I wasn't going to do it again.

Fortunately, Dr. T wrote me a prescription for the "magic" light. I ordered one from Costco online and I turned it on and gave a little prayer that it would change my life and solve all of my problems. Solve all my problems? no. Change my miserable winter existence? Yes! Hallelujah! Thank you for this miracle of science!! Hey, you can think whatever you want--this thing is amazing. I sit in front of this light for 40 minutes every morning and in exchange I have less anxiety, better sleep patterns, and depression--what depression?! Yeah!

The main side effect has been that I am WIDE awake at 530AM and I am crawling into bed at 9PM--but during the day I don't feel like I'm going to fall asleep during my third episode of White Collar.

And here's where the cooking and crafting come into play. You see, waking up that early has changed lunch from noon to 1130AM. I'm starving because I ate breakfast at 630AM. Which means that --now don't judge me--- I turn on Studio 5 while I fix everyone lunch.

I know. This is alarming on so many levels. Darin and Brooke are the world's two biggest idiots. Their reactions to Becky Low's Jello Cheesecakes make me want to VIM. Hey, Becky and I go way back to the Dairy Council days and I'm just sayin' her cheesecake ain't that good. Over the past few weeks I have had my intelligence insulted, my taste disgusted, and my regard for "Utah Mormon" television appalled....nevertheless, I have gleened a few ideas for crafty projects and even one new recipe.

Hence the following:

Project #1: Yarn and Felt Wreath (Sidenote: When Jeff saw it he got a funny look on his face and said, "Did you steal that from your great-grandmother's house?" Then we both laughed really hard because it was the perfect statement. The wreath is growing on me, but I keep wondering why I thought that it would be super cute)
Crafty Level: easy
Cost: $9 wreath frame, $2.50 for yarn, $1.00 for felt--plus three hours of icing down hand to deal with the pain of a second-degree burn from the hot glue.
Project #2: Insect Collage
I wanted an initial for Jack's room remodel. I purchased a bunch of frogs and lizards from the dollar store and returned for more punishment with the glue gun.
Crafty Level: easy
Cost: $8 for cardboard letter, $4 for plastic toys

Project #3: Hot Chocolate Monkey Bread
I love monkey bread. I actually think that it is possible for me to eat an entire bundt pan full of it. This particular recipe asks you to cut the rolls in half and fill them with chocolate chips. Then you roll them in hot chocolate before placing them in the pan. After that, its just nuts, brown sugar and butter. It was so good that I made Jeff take the rest of it to the office this morning because I can't be home alone with it.
Crafty level: moderate, because it did take a while to fill the dough with chocolate
Cost: $6 for Rhodes rolls at Costco, the rest I had in the cupboard.



Project #4: Room Remodel
This is the official unveiling of Jack's room remodel (remember the old red room?). I painted the walls a neutral, added a blue racing stripe, had the curtains dry cleaned, ordered some dinosaur wall vinyls, purchased a book shelf at DownEast and a side table with lamp at Target. Truthfully, it didn't take me two full weeks to get it finished--but I had some other stuff going on so it kind of dragged on, and on, and on...
Crafty Level: moderate, for painting the stripe (extra patience) and putting up the gigantic wall vinyl (repentance for foul language will be necessary).
Cost: $20 paint, $80 bookshelf, $15 table and lamp, $100 wall vinyls...I know. That's a lot to pay for a vinyl, but it makes the room and it was exactly what I wanted so I'm not even going to apologize. Plus...I totally shopped around for the perfect bookshelf--$80 for a PB mahogany bookshelf--come on, that's a screaming deal!




It really is cool. Jack is over the moon for these things. He even said so in his prayers.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Not A Baby

Jack turned four yesterday. He has been ready to be four since the day after turning three. Last night he asked me if "please, please, can I be five at my next birthday--I been waiting such a long time."
He has also been asking for a volcano birthday cake for over six months. I had originally planned to make one from scratch, but I fortunately had enough brains to fork over the $20 and let Walmart take the heat. It turned out okay--he couldn't wait to get the dinosaurs off the top and start playing with them.
He got too close to the volcano and got some lava on his chin. The lava didn't stain nearly as bad as the electric blue frosting. He was given so many presents by extended family members that I never even bothered to bring out the ones that we purchased. I guess that I'll save them for some other milestone. Can you give a pirate ship as an Easter gift?
The Miners came over for the pancake dinner. Pancakes, sausage, and scrambled eggs were his personal request. I was so nervous that we were going to be eating corn dogs. He has been on tear about having a peanut butter sandwich for breakfast, corn dog for lunch, and another peanut butter sandwich for dinner. We were spared the ultimate gut ache.
He has played all afternoon with his new T-Rexs, Teradactyls, safari Jeep, winged dragons. He is so content to pretend that these animals are facing certain death by a volcano, dreaded battle or just getting to the store in the Polly Pocket VW. I love listening to him and his endless thoughts.