Monday, August 31, 2009

Cracked

I have been trying to come up with a clever or cute way to document this post. Thus far, I got nothin'. I think this picture tells the story.

OK, still not sure? How about this?
All I can add are a few details. Right wrist. Fractured. The Radius. Football. Just blocking. Season's over. Seth's bummed. Narcotics help.

I do feel bad for Seth. It's never fun to get hurt, but I can't help but think of all the time this frees up. No practice. No Saturday games. It's still warm. Lake? Yes, yes. I think so. Waterproof cast.

I love you Seth! Sorry you fractured your Radius bud-there's always next year for football. :)

Funny factoid: The BigG kids are 3 for 3 on breaking the Radius (Elise, Gabe and now Seth have broken this bone.) No other breaks. None. Some sort of weak link in our genetic code or something...

Friday, August 28, 2009

Tonight's High School Game

Tonight after Seth's football practice, we decided to attend the Durango High School football game. DHS games are just what you would expect in a small town. John and I sat down, waved to lots of folks we know, and watched our 3 oldest kids run up and down the stands with their friends.

While my body was in Durango, my mind was on another football game. A whole state away, my nephew Ty was taking the field in a big game. He is the starting QB his Senior year at Bingham HS up in Utah. And tonight they were playing the team (Alta HS) that beat them in the State Championship last year (Ty was JV.) Although he has faced this Alta team since his time in Pop Warner, this was his first time taking the Varsity helm against their biggest rival. It's pretty much one of those games-the BIG ones. The ones you mark on the calendar and go early to get your good seat. The local papers thought it was a big enough game to put it on the front page of the sports section (Ty got a 1 inch by 1 inch pic.-love it!!). Kim links to some fun stuff here. So ya-it was a little dramatic with all the run up!

I texted Kim from the stands of our HS game.

M: Go Bingham good luck xo Michelle

As our game got rolling, I couldn't help but wonder how the Bingham/Alta game was going. So I sent another text.

M: Score?

K:28'14 alta

I gasped. Well, maybe it was early. So I typed again on my non-texting freindly phone.

M: Is it half yet?

K: 4 min

Wow. It was worse than I thought, only 4 minutes left to play. That was bad. Should I console? No, I thought I should show solidarity in frustration.

M: Aaaaaaaaa!

I figured I'd call her tomorrow and get the details on Ty's first loss. Yes, I did say on his first loss. He hasn't lost a game as QB. Ever. I know, weird.

A few minutes later I noticed another text had come to my phone. Blast! How long had that been there? Why can't I figure out how to make it vibrate a whole bunch when I get a text or something? The cheerleaders were drowning out the 'knock' sound it makes to tell me a text is in.

K: Same score at half. Yikes. Ty is doing great though.

OK, it was only 4 minutes left in the half!! That is completely different. There was still hope!! At that moment I wished i had a better phone for texting. I am not one to really text often, but I was feeling frustrated as I kept passing the letter I wanted--and punctuation? Well, that required me going to another screen. Lame. But I wanted to convey our excitement and hope.

M: I thought you meant 4 min left in the game shweew next half is all blue yeah

Soon another text came. Well, I think it was soon, I didn't notice it for a good 20 minutes. Darn it. Still couldn't figure out the 'vibrate when a text comes' thing.

K: Ty has hit 3 guys in the chest and they dropped the passes.

My obvious response,

M: Crappity Crap Crap

At this point I could hardly contain myself. We knew 2 families sitting by us and it was about this time I told them why i couldn't stop checking my phone. I got another text.

K: 21 28 start of the 4th

M: This is killing me U must be a wreck aaaa

My emotional tension was so not fitting in with the game I was watching. Durango was killing the team they were playing and although it was nice to see them winning, it was a very mellow atmosphere. Our friends started asking if i had anymore updates. Soon it came.

K: We just tied it up. Yahoo

M: SHUT UP

I was on the edge of my seat. I couldn't take my eyes off the phone. Another text came.

K:35 28 Bingham!!!

I was so excited! I was so mad it was so hard to do exclamation marks with my phone!!!! !!!!! !!!! So I texted,

M: Yeeeeeees! hold em

Doing several e's in a row is a pain as well--I guess I could have gone all caps-- why didn't I get a blackberry? Or a cool sliding phone? Ugg! I decided I should play it cool. If they stayed ahead, they would be so excited and all in-the-awesome-moment. So I didn't want to bug. And if they didn't stay ahead, then i REALLY didn't want to bug. But oh, I was soooo anxious and excited!! Only 4 short minutes later, I got this.

K: We just made a field goal. 52 seconds.

Awesome!! That meant Bingham was up by 10 with less than one minute left. I could figure it out from there.

M: We never doubted it

Durango was going into its 4th quarter and it looked like a sure win. But the football game I was following was over. And we WON! After excitedly announcing the win to our friends, we gathered the kids, and I bee-bopped out of the stadium.

Congratulations Ty and Bingham! Thanks for an exciting game. Next time I need to have a better phone. :)

Monday, August 24, 2009

Saturday, August 22, 2009

11 Year Old Scout Priesthood Preview

Last night we took Seth to a Stake sponsored 11 year old Scout campout and Priesthood Preview. It was really nice and I am glad we left football practice early so he could be there. Parents were invited and it was great to spend some time with just Seth. They had several speakers that talked about how important and special the Aaronic Priesthood is for a young man. It is the authority to act for God and is used to serve others.

They stressed the importance of Boy Scouting for all Young Men.

There were several other ideas I liked that were presented. As a Prieshood holder, you need to always be ready and worthy whenever you are called on to serve. (Scout Motto: Be Prepared.) You need to 'Just Do It' and there is so much to be said for just doing something. A Deacon Quorum President from Red Mesa Ward spoke and although he was not eloquent in his delivery, you could feel his sincerity and sense of duty as he shared what his duties as a Deacon were. This was all then tied back to Scouting.

Here is the Scout Oath:
"On my honor, I will do my best
To do my duty to God and my Country and to obey the Scout Law;
To help other people at all times;
To keep myself physically strong, mentally awake, and morally straight."


In the Oath, you can see a Scout has Duty to God and Country, Duty to Others, and Duty to Self. How cool it that?

I have to admit that I had served in several Primary Presidencies in my day (even as the President) and Scouting was always a mystery to me. I never really got it. And I am so, so grateful I got to be the Cub Scout Leader and then the Webelos Leader. Cuz I got to see how inspired and really terrific Boy Scouting is. It is all about making boys better boys. I am so grateful for the good men that sacrifice their time to serve in Scouting and to serve with the Priesthood.

Ah, such a nice evening. We left Seth to sleep overnight and didn't pick him up until this afternoon. We drove straight to Farmington, NM for his Sat. afternoon football game. I have to say, there is nothing like a football game in NM to illustrate the often stark contrast between men in the world and Men of the Priesthood.

I hope that contrast is something that is not lost on my boys. I hope they will all decide to do their Duty and decide they want to serve throughout their lives.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Words From the Wise

I'm sitting here with my husband. It's late. We're sorta watching the news. I am checking Facebook.

John takes a deep breath and says, "There is something.." (slight pause).. "special..." (pause), "about chocolate washed down with a little Dr. Pepper."

Seriously, he is freakin' brilliant! I dig that guy! :)

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Bad Blood

There are only a few days left until school begins. Football has already started. We have registered all the kids in their new classes. We have purchased glue sticks, pencils, binders, scissors, notebooks, shoes, blah, blah, school stuff, blah. So ya, summer is slipping away. This morning we decided we'd better do our best to eek out a hold on it before it is gone. That's right, we headed to the lake for an early boating excursion.

In the last week or so, the weather has turned a smidge cooler. The mornings feel a lot like fall is at the door. But that does not deter my husband. He is pure Gilleland and a little cold isn't about to stop him.

When we got to the launch ramp, the air temperature was still in the high 50's. The high 50's! But we pressed on. We all got in the boat and started up the lake.




It was chilly! You can see the little guys put their hoodies on over their life jackets. We used our towels for blankets. Some of us brought blankets we used for blankets. The little guys snuggled up with the big ones. Even our fearless leader kept his hoodie on for a while.

As the sun climbed in the sky, the air did get warmer. Of course Gabe, our most Gillelandish Gilleland, was the first kid to get in the water. His goosebumps had goosebumps, but he smiled as we dragged him around. We had a non-Gilleland kid with us, and Collin braved the water as well. When none of the other kids could be coaxed in, John showed us all how it was done. I must say, for an old man, he still has got it goin' on. ;)

By 11:00 or so, it had gotten sufficiently summery for Seth to venture in to wakeskate. We never did convince the 3 youngest to even swim. And me, well, this is about the time I finally shed my hoodie.

Poor John. I have often heard stories of him swimming in half-frozen mountain lakes and waterskiing early in the Spring. But I have messed up our offspring with my thin, desert-dweller blood. I shiver at the thought of water below the mid-70's! John is sure it is a question of mind over matter, but I think the warmest thoughts I can and it still doesn't keep my teeth from chattering most lake days. July is really my only window of climatic comfort. How sad! How pitiful! The real shame though is recognizing that most of my kids feel the pain of that wimpy weather gene too. Bad blood.

So I just tried to enjoy the scenery. About the time it got warm enough, our day at the lake had come to an end. Although only noon, it was time to pull the boat out so we could head home. You see, Gabe had an early afternoon football practice. The only time I got a little warm all day was when I jogged up the boat ramp to retrieve the car and trailer. As we drove home I joked with John that the air temperature was finally in the 80's and we were driving away from the lake. He laughed and said, "Aren't you glad you gave up everything you want in life so you could have kids?"

We both kind of chuckled and smiled and got quiet as we thought about that for a minute.

"Ya, I am." I finally said.

"Me too. Hey! Be nice to your brother! I don't care who started it!"

I really am glad that we have these kids to keep us running around even if they do have my bad blood.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Drawing the Line

I live in the country. We have acres of natural, untouched land. It's lovely really, but I am a product of the suburbs and I wanted grass. Green, green grass. A lot of it. The soft kind that is good for picnics and raising kids. The kind you can run in barefoot and mow into a nice flat surface.

So we set out to tame a corner of our wilderness. We ran sprinklers, laid sod, planted trees and shrubs, placed rocks strategically, and generally worked to make it more suitable for our young family. One thing I realized right away in creating this kid-friendly-oasis-in-the-sage-brush was that I needed to set boundaries. I needed to know the line between my influence and nature having her way. So we built a fence. Ah. My brain appreciated that line.
Within our fence we have areas that are pretty dialed in. Close to home we have the green grass--the stuff that really needs our attention to stay green and groomed. But as you move further form the house it is not so defined. This is where you find bark in some spots, and other areas where I have yet to 'reclaim' and tame. For example, I am thinking I want to transplant some blackberries over here, so we have tilled up the weeds to get it ready. It's a work in progress really. It is also between the grass and the fence that I have planted our garden and berries. There aren't a lot of strict lines here inside the fence, and as the plants grow, it's not really a problem when pumpkins mingle with the strawberries.
But just outside the fence from the strawberries lurks the wilderness. And it wants in. Inside the fence is where all of the water and amended dirt are, and oh how the wilderness tries to eek out a home here.This is one of the sneakiest sneakers I have come across. It is a blueish greenish grass that is very drought tolerant. It doesn't need hardly any water to live, but when it does get water, it goes crazy. It doesn't set seed the way lots of grasses do, so to spread, it travels underground and sends up new shoots. It looks nice enough, but if you feel it, it is kind of stiff and scratchy. And stubborn. Once it has arrived, it is a difficult resident to evict. A swath of it grows just outside of my line of influence (ie the fence). It had crossed under the fence this spring and I was not pleased. I tried to pull it and dig it out, but I failed. It kept creeping in and soon invaded the raspberries. I resorted to more aggressive measures and sprayed it with Round-up type stuff. I seemed to work-- although once it had crossed that fence, I had a hard time isolating it to kill, and found my herbicide inadvertently got on my desirable plants as well.

Darn that grass got under my skin the more it got under my fence. I decided I'd better take defensive measures and I sprayed all along the bottom of the fence to exclude it form my yard. I didn't go too crazy spraying because I thought by drawing my line I would keep it at bay. It seemed to work. The grass died right near the fence. And I was content. For a while.

You can imagine my horror when I went to pick strawberries and I noticed this....and even this:
That's right. That sneaky grass was not so easily thwarted. It wasn't giving up on my oasis so easily. It traveled under the ground, right past the dead stuff, and brazenly popped up amidst the strawberries. So I am stuck. Because it cannot be dug out, I will need to spray again and will most likely lose some strawberries in the process. But if I wait, it will be much worse next spring.

I think I learned a lesson about drawing that line between my sphere of influence and the wilderness. Although fences are good, sometimes they are not enough. The wilderness has lots of tricks up it's sleeve and lots of methods to sneak it's way in. I thought I could let the wilderness cozy right up to my fence and it wouldn't harm any of my productive plants and with some things that is true. But with the sneaky wild stuff, I need to be more proactive. I need to be bold in pushing it back. A few inches is not enough because it isn't giving up easily--it wants what I've got on my side of the fence. I should kill that invasive grass off for a couple of feet from the fence so it doesn't stand a chance creeping under like that. I also should have looked for signs of invasion sooner, before it got a good foothold. Now it will be tougher to get out and will be more painful to my strawberry production as a whole. Hopefully I'll learn this lesson and I'll know how to draw the line.

Feel free to come up with your own Gospel Analogy. I am learning that the Prophet doesn't tell us to grow a garden just for the fresh peas.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

No, I Know

I do not like the unknown.

I went to a movie on Friday night and (OK if you haven't seen Time Traveler's Wife skip this paragraph because I will ruin it for you) at the end of the movie I was HORRIFIED. Because of my bordering-on-mental disdain for the unknown. After his death, the time traveling husband visits his wife and child because his younger self traveled forward in time to see them before he had died. I know, time travel is confusing, but I make it much worse trying to explain it... Any normal person would certainly think it would be wonderful to hug and see again a beloved spouse that had died. That is why I have decided I am not very normal. Or maybe I am flat out heartless (??!?). Putting myself in the TTW's position, the thought of NOT KNOWING when or if my dead husband would come and visit me seemed FAR more distressing than laying him to rest and knowing he was gone for good. Period. No wondering. No leaving clothes out for years on end. No unknown. Am I really that cold and loveless? Wouldn't I give anything or wait anywhere, anytime for another hug or just another glimpse of my own beloved. Hmm. Not so much.

But I love my husband. In fact, I adore him. And I am smart enough to recognize that he makes my life SO, SO much better by not being dead and gone. I love to hug him, hold his hand, see his smile, smell his neck, hear his voice. He is so good to me and tries every day to make my life better. Truly. I like him, a LOT.

That being said, I am even more perplexed by my own twisted preferences. I think the torture and pain of wondering if he would come would outweigh the sheer giddyness I would undoubtedly feel to see him after he had gone. Now of course I have to concede the fact that I have NOT lost the love of my life and truly have no clue how that would feel. I might be completely wrong. But for that moment, in that dark theater, I was dismayed and disturbed at the notion of waiting and wondering.

I think that feeling like this is NOT a good thing. And i am not only refering to the fact that me sharing my decided 'dislike for the unkown' probably ruined the film for those unfortunate enough to be in the theater with me (sorry fellow movie goers). No, in fact, I think this is not a good thing on a fundamental spiritual level.

D&C 84:83-84 says:
83 For your Father, who is in heaven, knoweth that you have need of all these things.
84 Therefore, let the morrow take thought for the things of itself.

There are also countless stories from the scriptures that help us to understand that we don't need to know HOW things are going to happen, we just need to believe the Lord has got us covered. Nephi got those plates. David slew Goliath. Daniel didn't get eaten by a lion. Alma and the Sons of Mosiah converted lots of Lamanites. You know the drill. Faithful guys do great things or are preserved in miraculous ways--even if they weren't clear on the details before hand. Maybe that is why one of my favorite stories is about Joseph in Egypt. He knew how things were going to go down. He prepared for the future that he knew. But I guess even Joseph only had a vague idea of what would happen... visions of sickly cows and dry corn aren't exactly detailed instructions for 7 years of food storage.

Lately my dislike for the unknown, or more accurately termed 'lack of faith,' has really gotten the best of me. It seems like there are so many things I am lacking faith in, but I will just give one example. There's this whole 'Highway 160 Alternate' thing going on. There is a small chance the new highway will go through our home and development. We have learned and done all we can in the situation. But we have to wait and see before we will know for certain what will happen. And I just let it drive me bonkers. I sometimes think I would rather we lost everything RIGHT NOW instead of waiting and wondering for another year, when it will all turn out fine (because it is 99% likely that the highway will not come anywhere near us in the future). But the point is, what will happen is in the future. The unknown. And it's that unknown that just gets to me. I mull it over and over in my head instead of just letting it go. I tell myself that no matter what happens, I will be fine with it and I know the Lord will take care of us, but I just want to know HOW and WHEN.

And I realize the Lord knows this about me. So He lets me wait. And wonder. And hopefully learn. Learn that after I have done my part, I just need to let it go. Put the worry aside and let it play out how it will. This is not to say that we quit trying or working for the future we hope to see. But after giving our best efforts, we need to remember that the Lord sees the bigger picture. And if we are faithful, it all goes down for the better. I have been trying to reevaluate lately (worry can often usher in a good dose of humility) and have come up short in far too many ways. But I guess that's all part of the plan, right? I tend to go on Cruise Control unless I hit some good sized speed bumps.

So I will try to change. I might not be ready to embrace the unknown, but for now, I will try to just let it play out--and play along. Because I have seen it too often and too clearly to deny that the Lord is mindful of me. He is looking out for me and my family. It will all work out, even if I don't know the details just yet. So I guess the clothes in the woods will have to do.

D&C 84:82 For, consider the lilies of the field, how they grow, they toil not, neither do they spin; and the kingdoms of the world, in all their glory, are not arrayed like one of these.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Fall Football


This picture is a reflection of how the last weeks of August have been for us for the 4th year in a row now. G&S have both participated in 'YAFL' which stands for Youth...something....Football League. Maybe Athletic? Associated? I don't even know!! How silly of me. Ahh well. What it really stands for is 'Me Sitting At the Football Field for Hours Upon Hours Watching Football Practice Every Stinking Night.' Although that would be 'MSAFFHUHWFPESN' and although that's not the name of the program, that is certainly how it feels.
Especially during the first two weeks. When it's every night. Monday thru Friday. Two Hours each night. Waiting. Watching. Spacing out. err, I mean...Encouraging in a loving, nurturing, and cheering manner.

This year only Seth (6th grade) is in YAFL, as Gabe is in 7th grade and now plays at the Middle School. Sadly, the 6th graders practice at Miller Middle School which is downtown. This leads to a great deal of driving and because practice is 5:30p-7:30p, it also means we eat lots of fast food, or as I like to refer to it with the other kids, lots of fun picnics with Taco Bell Soft Tacos.

But we do it. Because football is fun. Or something like that. I brought the camera so I could document and later prove to my boys that I was an involved parent. I put on the big lense so it would give the impression in years to come that I watch closely and attentively. Tonight John met us at the field for our 'fun picnic' and I actually had a really enjoyable night.


To entertain ourselves we played in the grass...
And we even threw the ball around a little ourselves. Jackson and Jebb enjoyed playing catch for a while before they took off to play with the other younger siblings that hang at the field.


Gabe actually threw the ball around with me for a long time and It was flat out fun (for me anyway!) Check out my SWEET form on that throw. Wow, that must be where my kids get their athleticism. I am just a freakin' natural....or just freakin'!
OK, OK, let's be honest. It's not hard to see where they really get any good genes.... is that tall buff guy hot or what?! He just oozes football-ness. And he's cute too!

It's not that I wasn't paying attention to football practice, because of course I was, attentive parent that I am...but I sure enjoy it when I get a little diversion from it now and then. If J&J both decide to play I only have 6 more years of this...

Sunday, August 9, 2009

I Hope


Sacrament Meeting today was one of those that really got me thinking. And crying. We had an unusual meeting for our small ward because we had one missionary leaving and one that just returned home and they both got to speak. Listening to these two young men speak really got the wheels a turnin' in my mind.

I felt sentimental on so many levels. As the first young man spoke about why he was excited to serve, I was reminded of the feelings I had myself 17(!!) years ago as I was about to embark on my own mission. The excitement of a new adventure mingled with fear of the unknown. Then hearing the returning missionary, I was again taken back to the end of my time as a missionary. The sadness of leaving behind so many people I had grown to love and the strange feeling of loss (or maybe more accurately 'lost') when I was released. It was such a great time of life and I loved revisiting those feelings about my own life.

I saw the father of the missionary about to leave almost unable to conduct the meeting because he was so emotional. This member of our bishopric was going to miss his boy. I could feel his pain as he thought of him being gone, and also his pride in his son's good decision. I then saw the mother of the Missionary Returned speak of the indescribable joy of having her son return. I could sympathize as she said how her empty arms ached for two years and how wonderful it was to hug her son once again. She likened her feeling to our Heavenly Parents and how they must yearn to hold us again. I felt that this was true.

I thought of my own parents who are currently on a mission. We miss them! We are also so grateful they are gone serving the Lord. There is a real power that comes into the lives of those that Missionaries leave behind. The diversity of feelings inspired by missions is really quite remarkable.

Now that I am a mother- one with 5 children, 4 of whom are boys- I couldn't help feeling a great longing. It was a longing and a hope that all of my boys will choose to serve the Lord on a mission. I want so much for them to have that experience and I have offered so many prayers over the years that the desire to serve will be something they each feel. The maturity and depth that young men gain on a mission was so obvious as we listened in our meeting. I want that so much for my boys! The lessons of a mission include real life experience in sacrifice, obedience, love, struggle, hope, service, prayer, leadership, and innumerable others. I also long for my boys to learn to rely on the Lord and to experience the profound and transforming power of the Atonement. I also want them to be knit to our Mormon heritage and culture and a mission really does that. OK, I will stop. :) Obviously, I really want my boys (and girl if she chooses) to be Called to Serve!

Another fun part of the meeting was the rest hymn which happened to be a musical number by the Primary. As Jebb walked up he was waving and throwing us thumbs up. He hasn't learned reverence in walking to the front of the chapel yet. The kids sang 'I Hope They Call Me on a Mission'-always a crowd pleaser. I was grinning from ear to ear! :)

I like meetings that get you thinking and I love meetings that get you feeling. Today's was both. The sweet spirit of missionary work settled on the whole congregation and I am not sure any of us wanted it to end. It was the kind of meeting that we talked about in the halls. I met with other sisters in groups of 3 or 4 and we all confessed what moments made us cry. I loved it! I hope it was the kind of meeting that left an impression with the younger crowd too.

I have not ceased to be amazed at the wisdom, brilliance, and sheer audacity the church has to send out 19 year old punks to spread the Good News. I love how those two years convert not only seekers of the Gospel out in the field, but I also love how missions have the power to make Men of God out of those punks. I hope my own punks decide to serve someday!

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Biker Gang

Today was Saturday. The first Saturday in a looooong time when we had nothing to do. Nada. Zero. No games, no appointments, no pressing chores, no play dates, no exotic vacations.

It was weird.

And awesome.

After sleeping WAY in, we all got up and worked together to clean up the house. Not even super clean, more like an intense tidy with a dash of vacuum.

So there we all were before noon with not a single thing to do. Of course for the Big G Tribe, this would never do (although if it were just me, I think I could have managed).

We decided to load up the bikes... all 7 of them... and head to Santa Rita Park to hop on the River Trail that runs through our town.
It is a trail that goes along (you guessed it) the river. It is beautiful! And I have to admit that it was so, so fun for me to have ALL of us riding our own bikes! My kids are getting old which means I must be getting old... but I digress.
John snapped this picture of us.  As you can see, the River Trail runs along the train tracks for a while too.   We got in line shortest to tallest.  I am wondering if next summer, I will still be taller than all of my kids!
Our riding was not without a goal.  We were heading to the County Fair.  The fair grounds just happen to be along the River Trail too.   We checked out all of the livestock.  

Grandma and Hank met us there.   We spent an obscene amount of money for a few ride tickets.  

Sidenote: Carnies are an interesting and creepy crew.  
Grandma gave all of the kids some cash so they could win these awesome inflatable weapons.  How charming.
John puts his hands up on the big swing.  Jebb was smiling for the first two passes, then as it got higher, he looked rather distressed.  Oh the joy of the carnival rides.
Then there's the carnival food.  Cotton Candy-thanks for that too Grandma! ;)
After spending our kid's college savings so they could each go on two rides, we decided to call it good.   Grandma wanted to take us to dinner so we hopped back on the magical River Trail which happens to run past an Applebee's!   

On the way there, the train went by!  How cool is that?!  John and the other kids saw it go by from a bridge spanning the river.  How picturesque is that?  Oh well, Jackson and I were a little behind-good thing Jackson is pretty picturesque too. 


Dinner was great and we all made it back to the truck with no major mishaps.

Delightful!

Sometimes we forget to take advantage of the beautiful tourist town we live in. I think I could do with a few more Saturdays like this!

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Tomboy Bride


Today I got to attend our ward bookclub. We have been reading "Tomboy Bride" by Harriet Backus. We met at Sis. O's house and she had a tea party for us. She invited a woman from the historical society who came and pretended to be the Tomboy Bride and she told us about her life. She even had an authentic costume and a cool, big hat. I thought it was a super fun twist on discussing a book. It was delightful!

The think what most impressed me about this author (Backus, the Bride) was her good attitude. She lived in the basin above Telluride, CO. The conditions they lived in were extreme and harsh, yet she seems to take it all in stride and was a very happy woman. I often complain or look at other's 'green grass.' I need to be more like the Tomboy Bride and count my blessings. I need to make the most of what I have. Too often I am distracted by the 'what if' of life. With a world as wide open as ours, I often forget to focus on where I am and ENJOY it! That is a key to happiness-loving what you have!

Monday, August 3, 2009

Congratulations Bowen!

Today was Bowen Martin's 8th birthday. He is the third son of my sister Nicole who lives in Page. We were lucky to be able to attend his baptism this evening. We believe that the age of accountability is 8. This means that Bowen is now old enough to discern for himself right from wrong. Although he still has a great deal of influence from his parents, he is now accountable to God for the decisions he makes. Pretty heavy stuff! :) And very wonderful!!! There was a sweet spirit at Bo's baptisms and I am so glad I got to speak at it (I was the 'Baptism' talk).

Thanks for your hospitality Martin family and thank you Bo for your good choices and good example!

Saturday, August 1, 2009