Wednesday, October 21, 2009
[Editor's Note: I am posting exactly what people send me, only making exceptions to protect identities, and correct spelling. Just in case you were wondering.]
10/19/2009 @5:35 AM- That's the beginning of my day.. I get ready for work and walk out with my necklace on and a hot mug of Guatemalan brew in my hand. It's not my favorite time of year, in regards to driving to work in the dark, but this morning was pretty awesome as there was lightning sparking across the sky and deep booms of thunder to accompany the Doors song that was playing on my radio. (also awesome.. as if it had to be said :p)
When I got to work [Editor's Note: Kendra works for a tow-truck company] there was already a steady call flow, and then a truck broke down! And then another! This is all quite normal round our shop.. no sweat! Basically, It was a busy day riddled with nothin but your normal work day BS so I won't bother to elaborate more on dispatching! Blah blah blah.. play on myspace.. surf the web for recipes.. here's a link to one of the best ones I found, I haven't tried to make it yet but Rocky Mtn. Chocolate Co. makes it and it's DELICIOUS! Hopefully this recipe turns out much the same!
Also found a chilli recipe I'm going to try. Made dinner plans for Friday to do just that with our friends (married old couple, bleh! ha ha jk..) Chad & Schantelle.
Ran to the bank on my lunch.. blah.. blah..blah..watched some music videos. Here's my favorite one I found. Boom! it's finally 3 o'clock and I'm off!! Freedom! woo-hoo
I usually take the dogs for a walk after work down in the neighborhood just south of my place, it's a nice quiet neighborhood, with a view of the top of Mount Olympus and the sound of Millcreek running down the southside of it. Today I cut it shorter then normal and the dogs totally knew! They pulled to go through the crosswalk we usually do, as I pulled to go back towards home, sorry guys!
Walked over to Harmons next for taco fixin's for dinner. I love that store, pretty sure I'm there like 3-4 times a week! Walked home and played some Katamari Forever. It's a new video game I picked up a week or so ago, a totally random Japanese game that is also totally addicting. You can all blame a one, Mr Bryan C. Earls for introducing me to the expansive world of video games.
Then me and the mutts take a nap, and wake up to Bryan coming home from work. We make those tacos together, they were spicy and cheesy and everything a good little taco should be! I had downloaded an episode of Dexter to watch while we eat. We hear raves about this show but I have yet to fall in love with it. I've only seen the first two episodes though so, we'll see. Then we watched Tenacious D's (a band), Pick of Destiny (a rock musical spectacular!) It's hilarious and filled with melt your face off guitar riffs.. somewhere in the middle I pass out! Good night!
Thursday, October 15, 2009
I met Whitney 4 or 5 years ago, we both moved into the same new neighborhood. I really got to know her though when we both were called to the primary presidency. Our meetings were always going to be "a short one" but they were never less than 3 hours! Then we were both called into the young womens together. We were both new to the group of women already in there and I was glad I had her with me. Especially when we were the only two laughing about hair-balls on the shower walls, nobody else seemed to deal with that particular problem!
If neighborhoods had a "miss congeniality" award then ours would hands-down give it to Whitney. She is so loved by everyone that I know, and I'm sure by a thousand people I don't know.
Why is she so likeable and loveable? There are many reasons, which I'll get to. But I think that the main reason is she is so attentive, caring, and concerned about everyone else. She makes a person feel loved, welcome, and special. Some of the many other reasons are... she is fun, great at making friends, crafty (she makes me sick how crafty she is), humble, loving to everyone, great mother, wonderful testimony, plans fun stuff for everyone, unselfish and she just makes you want to be around her. I wish I could put into words better the kind of person she is because I just love her so much!
Whitney has been through a lot of challenges (what I tease her as "drama") in her life, and continues to go through them today, but what really makes her someone that I admire and love beyond words is that you would think the girl had a perfect life the way she handles everything. She uses love, faith and her family to get through everything with grace and laughter. She is a shining example for me. Love ya Whit!
[Editor's Note: There may be a day or so until my next post as I wait for people to submit their stories and such. But keep checking back!]
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
I decided to wear my necklace to church on Sunday. It's one of the only times I get dressed up and the necklace was t0o cute to wear with jeans and a dirty, holey t-shirt. Then I wore it while I napped on the couch after church. (Gotta love a Sunday afternoon!) Lastly, I wore it to "The Campbell's Halloween Birthday Party" at my sister-in-law's house.
Here are the unbelievable things that happened while I was wearing the necklace: I ran into Taylor Lautner, who said that I was super hot! Then I tripped and fell, but while I was on the ground I found a hundred dollar bill! And if you can believe it then I was mugged by a gang who wanted my new-found hundred dollar bill and they pulled out a gun to shoot me, but the bullet hit my necklace and ricocheted off back to them and they ran away!
Alright... not really. My day was just so, um, typical. But I'm content with that. That means no drama, no unwanted excitement, no stresses came up. That means that my family and I enjoyed a normal day together, and I love every normal and typical day I have with them!
I can't wait to pass my necklace on! Thanks again! -Heidi
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Who else would I honor with my gold heart? Well, there are lots of women who I admire and who make my life better. But Anna is who I chose. Sorry, Anna. I'm not going to be as eloquent as my sisters or mom, but don't feel that has anything to do with you.
Anna is my age, and I'd say what it is, but then you'd all be jealous. Not of me, but of Anna and how amazing she is at such a tender, young, yet mature, age. Anna is named after her great grandmother, her full name is the same. How cool is that?
Anna is my sister-in-law, which right there speaks volumes for her, I am married to her brother. If you know him, you understand. Kidding, Honey. Really, I love him and he's great, but this isn't about him. I've heard stories about how he'd tease, and I'm sure they are many left untold. Anyone who lived through his childhood, and teenage years has something to be proud of.
My first memory of Anna is spending Christmas Eve bunking with her and Emily (Karl's next youngest sister) while Karl and I were dating. It was awesome, a cot in a basement room. Really, I felt somewhat uncomfortable, but it's something fun to remember now.
Anna went to school at Snow College then Utah State University where she got a bachelors degree. She is now back at school, going into nursing. Anatomy, microbiology, pathology...She's determined. She is doing this as a single mom to an incredible 6 year old boy. She keeps him involved in soccer, flag football...I've even seen golf clubs. Anna also works, providing people with their boating needs, she is active in church and institute, she is super crafty (in the best way), she's learning to to lay flooring, she camps, hikes and even runs marathons every now and then. I'm not even done yet, and who wants to be Anna already?
Anna is an awesome mom, and I feel she's shared that with me. Anna watched my boy three days a week until he was about a year and a half, I think. She is so kind, smart, funny, patient, generous, confident, thoughtful, strong...and I mean STRONG. Her picture should go along with the Young Women's theme really. She is a beautiful woman. She always looks good, even after going face first into a rock-and stay positive after. She has impeccable taste, in decorating, clothes, food, sister-in-laws....ha ha ha.
Anna is always thinking of others. I hear of service she does for others, with all her free time, and am motivated to do a little more. One of her cards will make your day and I am the recipient of many undeserving, but greatly appreciated, compliments.
Anna has shown me how to make things, cook things, throw kid parties, be more kind, be more patient, more happy, more friendly, more helpful, how to make the gospel a part of life. Even things I hope I never have to do like dating again, being a single mom, working and going to school. How does she do it?
I could go on and on. But Anna is also modest and I don't know how long she'd want me to go on. She probably thinks I'm exaggerating, but I'm not. If you don't know Anna, and ever run into her, say "Hi". It will make you feel good, important, special, happy.
Thank you for making my life better...happier. Yes, if it's okay, the title of this should be Anna=happy.
[Editor's Note: I think it's awesome that Brandy influenced my parenting, and Anna has influenced Brandy. I love seeing that chain and connection travel amongst us.
Tomorrow I will post about Heidi's day.]
Monday, October 12, 2009
My day started slow. No school for the kids, breakfast, laundry. Only my three kids. Not that they're "only's" but it was just us. [Editor's note: Brandy is awesome and usually tends her friend's or sister's kids too.]
Grams was 'kidnapping' the boys that afternoon to roast hot dogs and marshmallows. So, I was trying to secretly get some things together for them, along with another set of hats gloves and jackets that could be non-smokey to take to the BYU game that evening. I followed Grams up Big Cottonwood canyon (she had the boys) and it was, unexpectedly, good weather. We had a lot of fun, hot dogs are always the best over a fire.
We left just in time to get back home, and quickly showered while Karl took our baby girl to my mom's house for the evening. Now the next part may be confusing, sorry....Shane, my brother, took his daughter, and our boys to the Campbells (my sisters), where we would all meet up and go to the game.
Karl and I followed a few minutes later. As we were on our way a car crossed the road in front of us on Bacchus highway. We missed the bronco but did not miss a cement barrier. I let out several really weird "eeeee!'s". I remember what they sounded like, and it did not sound like me. But I was scared. In those two seconds so many thoughts went through my head. "Don't hit the car," along with what could happen. "We missed.", "No! Don't hit that!", "We're up in the air, this is what it's like to roll in a car!" We didn't roll, but my side was up along the barriers for several feet.
When it was done, Karl and I were both okay, just a little sore for a few days. We are so blessed. Was my necklace lucky? Possible. But was it good or bad luck? Good thing I don't believe in luck. But we were blessed. Karl says we must have had angels guarding us.
Some call me crazy, but we had tickets and our baby was with my mom, so we continued on to the the game. We even made it there with a few minutes left in the 2nd quarter. It was a good game, not the most exciting to watch. Of course, I don't usually get real excited about football. But we had fun and BYU won.
It was a long trip home. We weren't sure if we'd get out of the parking lot, or run out of gas first, but we made it out. When we were all home together, all safe and sound, it felt so good. It was a great day. I was, and am, grateful we were all safe.
thanks, this has been fun.
Check back tomorrow to see who Brandy gave her necklace to.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
I chose to pass along the Silver Leaf Necklace to the first woman I ever knew, my mother Margaret. I am quite sure that I cannot adequately explain in a few paragraphs all my mother means to me, but I will give a few highlights.
My mom was still a teenager when she had me, so I suppose she was scared to death at the responsibility that hit her as she held me for the first time. But never in all my life have I ever heard anything but love and gratitude come from her for having started her career as a professional Mother. I am the oldest of ten kids, 3 girls and 7 boys. Twice my mother and I were pregnant at the same time, once at the same time as a sister-in-law! Different, maybe weird, but I love thinking about that and remembering the bond we all shared. I am quite sure my love of family came from her. One of my favorite pictures is a 5 generations picture with me as a 2-year old, then my Mom, her mom, her grandmother, and her great-grandmother. All the oldest daughters!
My mom has about a zillion friends - those who already know her and those who haven't yet had the pleasure. She has several "clubs" in which she keeps in touch with friends from different stages of her life. The first Club, however, is made up of friends from her high school years. Wow! There is NO one from that time of my life I stay in touch with. I am jealous! Of all the friends I have ever had, my mom is my truest confidante, my most loyal supporter, my Best friend. We've been to BYU Education Week together, been to her cabin to clean (and play games, eat, and go on walks), attended religion classes together, watched movies and gone to lunch, tended each others kids, gone to plays, the Temple, and just recently went to New York City to attend my brother's wedding. Many people have asked me since that particular trip what I liked best. It took me several days, but I realized that what I liked BEST was being able to go on an extended trip like that with my Mom and my Dad. It was the first time, and I loved every noisy, dirty, rainy, busy part of it!
Almost everyone in our extended family is the proud and grateful recipient of a hand-made crocheted afghan from Mom. She gives one when someone gets married, and whenever anyone else wants to buy the yarn for her to make them one. She has several of them up at the cabin to provide a cozy wrap on chilly evenings, and maybe even several extras in a closet at home "just in case." I keep mine on my bed. It hugs me every night.
Mom taught me how to can and preserve fruit, which I have passed along to my own daughters. She taught me how to iron - which I hated at the time I was 12 but (believe it or not) love doing now! She taught me how to clean - really. I remember in our first home she would dust and vacuum every day!
Most of all, my mother taught me to love the Gospel of Jesus Christ. She has served in the Jordan River Temple Baptistery for 12? 18? 20? years. She is diligent in reading the scriptures, in teaching lessons, in being an example of charity and service and love to others. It was her example of being sealed in the Salt Lake Temple, and my attendance there, that provided me with the undeterred goal of a future marriage of my own within those sacred and holy walls. I am honored to be her daughter. She is my blessing. I love you, Mom.
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Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
You know how you have some memories where you're just not sure if its your memory, or if someone else has told it to you so many times that you think you remember it? There is a story about Heidi when she was a little girl, someone asked her name and she pronounced it Heidi Can Poo. I won't divulge her real identity in the name of security, but I can tell you it's not Heidi Can Poo. Maybe that's just her superhero name.
That's my oldest sister, practically my second mom, the superhero. Heidi has four kids, one dog, and occasionally she and her husband are foster parents. She participates in their ward, and neighborhood. Has lots of friends, and is a big supporter of all our frequent family events. Oh, and she works out. :P~ Good for her!
Heidi is the kind of sister who by her actions makes you feel like a slug with your priorities all mixed up because she does so much. But with the words she says, she makes you feel like you're doing awesome and she really believes in you. I say she is kind of my second mom, but I really mean that in a good way. Maybe not when we were kids, but now it is. She just has more experience than I do, but in a more modern time than my mom. She is always great for some advice, and she never makes you feel like a dip for not knowing it in the first place.
She has always had an eye out for my best interests, even when she and I didn't agree as to what my best interests were. But as I've said before, things are easier as adults than as kids. I am proud of my sister for learning to take a step back; I know its not easy when you grow up your whole life being put in charge of your younger siblings, then having to realize that you're not actually in charge of them. But she is great about being there for us and being supportive of whatever we choose to do or be.
Mostly I love her spirit. It is calm, and steady and strong. She isn't a boisterous personality by any means. She is always putting the focus on other people, asking how you are and what's going on it your life. I would say that she is on a good path and she knows it and she can see clearly in front of her. How many of us can really say that?
That's it, I'm done passing out my necklaces and from here on out the posts will be from other people who have worn it and who they are passing it on to. Be sure to check back and see where your necklace ends up.
Kendra is the baby girl in our family. She is four years younger than me, and her birthday is just four days before mine. There was a short stint where I was a teenager, and she wasn't quite yet, where we went out a couple of times to celebrate our birthdays, just the two of us. I wish that we had continued that tradition because I've always had so much fun with Kendra.
I'm choosing to give Kendra a necklace not only because she is my sister and I love her, but also because I am impressed by her confidence and her love of life.
If you were to take a character snapshot of everyone in our family as a child, then again as an adult I think you would be the most surprised by who Kendra has become. All the rest of us I would dare-say were pretty predictable in the type of adults we ended up. She always was full of surprises though.
Kendra was a blond, smiley, really energetic little girl. If you pointed a camera at her you'd think a director had just yelled "action" and a million flashbulbs were pointed her way. I have so many pictures of her being an absolute ham in front of the camera; pulling faces, blowing kisses, and slipping into different characters. I remember one in particular where she is wearing sunglasses and a trench coat while she spied on our older sisters. She used to dance and run around and rough-house with the boys. Now she just does it with our nieces and nephews.
One of the more endearing things about Kendra as a kid was that she would surprise different people in our family with a little massage and treat every once in a while. You'd come out to the living room and she'd have a t.v. tray setup with a treat and candle and she'd give you a hand or foot massage or something. I always felt pretty lucky when I happened to be the recipient. She was a great masseuse, she even wanted to be one for a while. She may have short stubby fingers, but they were strong and she did a great job.
Kendra is now a dark-haired, sassy protagonist, completely comfortable in her own skin. She has a quick wit and her humor has turned sarcastic. She is often playing devil's advocate and arguing someone else's point of view, even if she probably agrees with them. She has a tough exterior, but we all know she still has an absolute heart of gold. She still gets emotional pretty easily if the right topic comes up, and she is passionate about everything. Whether she likes it or hates it, she does it with enthusiasm.
She is also a great cook. She is always trying a new recipe, and I always look forward to testing these out. For a while Kendra wanted to be a newspaper columnist. I still think she would be fantastic at that, she's always be very smart. As a child she always had a baby doll to look after, and she is amazingly capable with the grandkids in our family... I guess what I'm getting at here is there isn't anything my baby sister can't do. Of all the things she's expressed interest at trying or being there hasn't been one that I thought she couldn't do. If she were to tell me she were running for a political office I'd be one of the first to volunteer to help her; partly because I think she'd be awesome, and partly because I'd love a front-row seat to watch her take the world by storm!
I love my little sister; even more now with her fire and indignation, than I did before with her cheesy grin (which really is still there, she just tries to hide it more). Kendra, you're awesome!
Thursday, October 1, 2009
I have a terrible confession to make. There are two people who have been in my family for about 10 years who I can't ever remember exactly how to spell their name. Does it end in y, or ie? So Lesley, or Leslie, I'm really sorry. If it makes you feel any better the other person is my mother-in-law (gulp!).
I also love Lesley because she is like the perfect LBD (little black dress). She makes every woman look just a little better. No, that sounds like I'm comparing her to other women. I mean that from my perspective, it seems that every woman looks best through Lesley's eyes. She is just so kind and so complimentary. I don't think I've ever heard her say a disparaging remark about anyone. I could learn a ton from her in that way. She just seems to befriend everyone. But that could be her beautiful skin, bright eyes, and long dark hair. Can you see why my brother married her?
Lesley probably has more sisters than one woman could really handle. She has four sisters of her own and now she has four sisters-in-law. I've sometimes thought that it must be a little awkward for her to be the only "in-law" when all us girls get together. But she is so much fun to have around that I'm always a little disappointed when she doesn't come. Who wouldn't want to have her around when she makes everyone feel so good? And she just has a really infectious laugh.
Lesley is also a new mom, she had her daughter just a couple months before the rest of us (me and two of my sisters). Her daughter was a highly anticipated blessing and Lesley treats her as such. Not that she spoils her, but in that she dotes on her and is a really wonderful mom. She just always seem in control; that's not an easy task with a 1 year old.
Besides her beauty and kindness and personality, etc. (the list could just keep going) I think that's one thing that pervades Lesley's character. Its a subtle attribute, but its always there. She just seems to have the world wrapped around her pinkie. If Lesley wishes it, the world will comply. Although I know this isn't exactly true- I know there have been some specific things she's wanted that haven't happened yet or at least took their time in coming- but it really seems that she is just calm and cool and in control of her life. She will leave nothing to chance.
Her husband is the same way, for which I'm grateful (this time), because it brought Lesley to our family.
When I think of my sister Brandy, I can almost imagine her as a breeze. Like a nice, soft, beach-type breeze. Although I'm absolutely sure she'd disagree with me, she seems to live her life with such ease and grace. Its like she has eternal perspective and so everything she does has more simplicity, but also more meaning to it.
My sister is incredibly awesome because while she has her own children; ages 1, 5, 7 (approx.) she also helps watch her friends two children; a newborn and a toddler, and she also takes my little girl for a few hours each Thursday. And she still has all her hair! I would have pulled mine out with a household like that. But like I said, Brandy is a breeze and after she has touched you, you feel a little calmer and a bit more at peace.
When my sister had her first child she had to work for the first several months of his life. After she was able to quit and stay at home with him she shared something with me: Being at home is better than being at work, but working is so much easier. I had never heard anyone express that. All I ever heard was moms talking about how much they loved being at home and they didn't miss work, etc. They never said how hard it was. Maybe they weren't putting as much effort into doing a good job as Brandy does, I don't know. But I appreciated her honesty and I think I was better prepared to be a mom myself after having heard that. And she's right, working is easier, but I still wish I didn't have to.
I have absolutely loved that as we've gotten older we've become friends in addition to sisters. Although Brandy really always did treat me like a friend. I remember so many times as a kid- even after Brandy became a teenager and could drive- when she would invite me to go hang out with her and her friends. I guess I could have asked her and she let me come along. But I at least felt like I was being invited. When you're a young girl watching your older sister go through all these experiences like makeup, and dating, and sleepovers, you feel left behind, like you're missing out on an exciting secret. But Brandy let me into that and I absolutely always loved her for that.
I've got to quit writing this stuff at work because it makes me get all teary-eyed and my co-workers look at me funny!
So, to my sister Brandy, thank you for being my friend. I know that lives are busy and when we see each other its usually amidst the chaos of all our kids, but I enjoy the time I do get to spend hanging out with you. Thank you for being an example of what a woman should be; someone kind and patient, always helpful and ever cheerful. I really do admire you and I think that this world, especially our little family-world, is much improved with your spirit.