Prevention not Repention

"The only way to keep your health is to eat what you don't want, drink what you don't like, and do what you'd rather not." - Mark Twain

These are all the vitamins and preventative medicines that have been sent or recommended to us in the last semester during cold and flu season.



We're a little afraid to take them all at once. he he.

Faith of the Iron Variety

We usually keep our clothing iron on a shelf up high in the storage closet. Our suit cases are underneath the shelf in the same closet. Today, in order to return ten rather large, rental snow shoes (a funny story in itself) to BYU required my retrieval of our largest suitcase, in the very back of this storage closet. Unfortunately for me, the cord to the iron was wrapped around some of the smaller suit cases in the front of the closet. It came crashing down aiming right for my head and neck.

By some miracle (angelic interference is my vote), I felt the heavy iron come whizzing past my head, mere centimeters from the right side of my neck. I literally felt the whoosh of air that followed its course. In my astonishment, I looked down at the heavy metal object. There was no way it should’ve missed me. I quickly knelt and offered a prayer of gratitude and determined to find a new storage place for our iron.

Grown ups

Sunday, my husband met me in the halls of our church meetinghouse looking a little forlorn. He had been helping out with the eleven year-old boys class.

The following had taken place:

One of these sweet innocent children had sat by Grant during the lesson. At some point, he turned to Grant and asked, "Are you all done growing?"

My husband, confident and handsome man that he is, responded, "Yep. I'm pretty sure." I'm sure he even flashed his charming "hero smile."

"I thought when you where all grown-up, you didn't get acne anymore." A comment that, said to any lesser man, may've earned a good whalloping.

My husband promptly 'turned the other cheek' (the grown-up one - you know)... good man.

I will have to work harder at attempting to follow my husband's example.

Broken Things

I have decided to take a break from my ridiculously long term paper, because my brain feels like it has been doing Linguistic-gymnastics for much too long. I thought I would tell you all about the "blog-fodder" that happened around our house last night.

We are finally down to our very last tall, glass cup of the TWELVE we received at our wedding. Since Grant and I have now been married for six months (okay okay it's really seven for those of you counting, but six works better for my purposes here), that means we have broken a glass about the rate of approximately one every two weeks. This is deplorable considering the fact that in the six (or seven) months that we've lived in our apartment, we've never once admitted anyone under the age of 17.

Conclusion drawn from the evidence presented:

durable plastic cups WILL be required in the near future.

Post-post thought: I would have included pictures for you, but we've broken the camera too. Man.

Flower Talk

I was chatting with my ridiculously amazing sister today. She is my example in so many ways and is the inspiration for this post.

Exhibit A

A gardenia. One of the most beautiful of flowers (my mom's favorite actually). It looks white, pure, and perfect in every way.




Picture for me a field of these flowers. Your eye scans over the mass of pure beauty and then, right in the middle...

You see..

Exhibit B

This is "bird of paradise", a flower Kristi introduced me to today.



People with true humility are like a "bird of paradise" in a field of gardenias. It is beautiful, but it's out of the ordinary.

Now... how to transform from the gardenia I am into a bird of paradise?

The Beat Box

Check out Grant playing with his new toy last weekend at the Covey Center of the Arts in Provo!

For the best viewing experience, press the "HQ" button and watch in Full Screen.

Create!

Why is a small child's smile so captivating?

Why is a baby the biggest distraction in church meetings?

Why are relationships so rewarding?

Why is walking through a craft store so enthralling?

Why are folded laundry and a clean house so calming?

Why does a rain storm or the looming Wasatch mountain range cause our hearts leap within us?Why does powerful music, writing, or theatrical performance inspire and uplift us?

Why do we feel so much peace and draw so much hope from the hymns and the scriptures?

We are creators! We are our Father's children, and we've inherited His divine gift and love for creation!

Please watch the following video.

And isn't it marvelous that the recipe for creation is the companionship of the spirit. A personage that brings comfort, hope, and reveals truth?! Creation is so closely ties with truth. We create something beautiful everyday. We affect the lives of those around us with the words we say, our actions, our attitudes, our values, our love.

Visit Mona's Musings and see her latest posts to learn more about being a creator, a parent, and combining the two divine roles. Her blog is very inspiring. She posts every Sunday.