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New Blog!

2009-11-14T15:00:00.003-07:00

I started a new blog, and will no longer be posting here.
Please check me out at:

LifeOfLyndee.blogspot.com

Hope you visit me soon!

Love, Lyndee

Reece and Arthur- Leading by Example

2009-08-22T14:13:00.002-06:00

Because it's football season I am reminded of an experience last year at one of Arthur's football games. Last year Reece was the kicker for his team. As most of you know, before the kick off the kicker signals his intent, and states his position by raising his hand. Reece did this, and apparently Arthur watched this. One Saturday morning last Fall I sat watching Arthur playing in one of his flag football games. Arthur's coach asked my little six year old to kick off, and my eager boy ran to the line to position himself for the play. After the ref signalled to Arthur, my little white baby responded by raising his hand high above his head to announce his intent to kick the ball.

No one ever "told" Arthur to raise his hand before kick off. In fact, I, along with the coach and several other parents, chuckled when we saw Arthur do this as it was unnecessary for that specific forum. However, Arthur had seen his older brother do it, and thus followed the example.

Example is a big thing. It really is. Redge and I hold family prayer everyday. The reason being that my parents held family prayer everyday. My mom and dad had us up early everyday EVEN IN THE SUMMER to kneel in family prayer. They didn't stop doing it when they had four cranky teenagers who grumbled and glared when asked to join the family, and barely whispered when called upon to offer the prayer. Nope- family prayer was important enough to ignore the moodiness of tired kids. Without saying a word my parents taught me that family prayer is the way to start the day NO MATTER WHAT. Reece, without saying a word, taught Arthur that raising his hand is the way to start kick off NO MATTER WHAT.

I wonder what I'm teaching without saying a single word.

Life-takers to Life-savers

2009-08-22T13:59:00.002-06:00

I was just thinking about Jesus Christ calling His Disciples. I especially focused on the calling of Peter and Andrew. Here were Peter and Andrew, fishermen. Jesus approaches them, and invites, "Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men." (Matthew 4:19) I realized that fishermen kill. Fishers of men save.

Being a fisherman is a good thing. Fishermen provide honestly for their families and communities. But- Jesus offered a BETTER way. Now I'm thinking... Am I fisherman or fisher of men? I do good things. But- is Jesus offering ME a BETTER way? Probably. No- not probably. I'm sure He is. But- what is it?

I Don't Get It.

2009-08-22T13:20:00.001-06:00

Last night we played the Delta Rabbits. Nope- not kidding. Their mascot is the rabbit. I don't get it. But, come to think of it... I don't much get our mascot either. We're the Westlake Thunder. What does thunder look like? How do you picture thunder in your mind? What does thunder do? My friend, Wyndee (an actual Delta Rabbit), reminded me that Thunder does two things: scares dogs, scares small children. I don't get it. We lost last night- to the Rabbits. Maybe next time we should play dogs or small children.

Another thing I don't get is Westlake High School's colors. Royal blue, baby blue, and "Vegas Gold". VEGAS GOLD? What is that? What color is Vegas Gold? I've never seen it in the crayon box. I've never seen it in Vegas. I've never heard of it in Vegas. I have NO clue as to why the Westlake High School colors include "Vegas Gold". There are many reasons for my confusion. Here are a few of them:

-Nevada's official nickname: The SILVER State
-Words from the Nevada State Song: "Out by the Truckee SILVERY rills..."
-Nevada's state metal: SILVER
-Nevada's official state colors: Blue and SILVER
-Nevada's official march: The SILVER State Fanfare
-Nevada was admitted into the union by Abraham Lincoln during the Civil War because of our abundance of SILVER- necessary in assisting the union win the war
-Nevada's Comstock Mine is one of the WORLD'S largest SILVER mines
-Las Vegas has been, and is currently, the home of many college and semi professional/minor league sports teams; here are few of them, and their colors:
--UNLV; red and SILVER
--The Wranglers (IHL); red, SILVER, black
--The Locomotives (UFL); SILVER and blue
--The 51’s (MiLB); blue and SILVER
--The Thunder (MiLH); teal and SILVER

I asked Redge, as a non-native, if he can see the reasoning behind “Vegas Gold”. He said, “Yes, you know… because of the lights, the money, the glitter, you know.” My response, “Lights aren’t gold. The money, the famous Vegas kinds, are either quarters (silver) or paper cash (green). Glitter comes in every color.”

So- can someone, anyone, please explain to me; a simple girl, a product of Panaca farmers, the term “Vegas Gold”?

Lyndee and Lyndee

2009-08-22T12:56:00.004-06:00

The first week of August was spent with my entire family (sans Eric and Josh) at Aspen Grove. We had a great time! I'll be adding more photos and memories over the next few days, but I had to post this one right now because I think it is so cool!

The first night we were there Jeff and Redge disappeared. After a while they came back each with his own bowl of ice cream. I was almost bugged for not having my own, but then Jeff said, "I just saw something I've never seen before! A name tag- not on you- that says, 'L-Y-N-D-E-E'!"

Having my name is good in that I can get away with just signing "Lyndee" and people know who I am. Sometimes it makes me feel famous- you know like I'm in the "Sting, Cher, Madonna Club". One name is enough- no last name necessary. But, at the same time, I never got to own anything with my name on it. You know- like necklaces, toothbrushes, cool Disneyland license plates for my bike, nightlights, or ceramic heart pins. So- when I heard there was another Lyndee spelled like mine I HAD to meet her! I made Redge come with me to photograph the event.

So- here it is. Visual proof (I promise no air brushing) that I found another Lyndee, and I'm pointing to her name tag so you can really see the truth of it. My kids (well, not so much Reece) thought it was the COOLEST THING EVER to meet another Lyndee. They ran to her and said hi every single chance they had. It was pretty great!

It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year!

2009-08-22T10:50:00.012-06:00

No, not Christmas. I'm talking FOOTBALL SEASON! Last night was Reece's first High School football game, and he isn't playing on the freshman team, and it wasn't a JV game. We're talking Varsity. My little tiny (5'10", 195 lb) baby (14 years, 5 months, 14 days) played VARSITY FOOTBALL last night! So as to be completely honest- he didn't start. He only played three plays, but please, you all have to admit it's impressive.

Enjoy the photos. Reece's practice jersey is white 56. Game jersey is 58. Please- no comments regarding the fact that they look a bit like Notre Dame. I'll be adding a post regarding the mascot and colors.

For further Westlake Thunder updates, game schedules, and news please go to: www.westlakethunderfootball.blogspot.com

CTR 7

2009-06-21T11:45:00.002-06:00

I received a new calling! After 3 years of the ward bulletin, and 4 years of Cub Committee I am now the CTR 7 teacher! I am so excited! I have never been a Junior Primary Teacher before, and I only taught in Senior Primary for a few months. This is going to be great! For the remaining 5 months of this year I am Arthur's teacher. I love these little kids. It is such a fun class. I've had the opportunity to sub for them a few times, and I'm VERY anxious to have them on a regular basis.

However, there is one draw back. I am following the toughest act EVER! Trace and Lin Salmon are the absolute faves of EVERY child in our ward! They are so kind, sweet, patient, and fun. Luckily the kids in my class have been to my house, and I'm pretty sure they know not to expect any miracles or magic tricks.

I'm so grateful that both Taite and Arthur had the opportunity to have the Salmons as teachers. Their testimonies are so pure. Their understanding is deep, and their desire to share the gospel is fervent. I'm so blessed to have their example as I commence this new endeavor!

Satan's Greatest Tool- (in my mind)

2009-06-21T11:18:00.002-06:00

I have a problem of serious self doubt. EVERY single decision I make is (in my mind) questioned, examined, reviewed, analyzed, rethought, second guessed, and often regretted. Generally for no good reason other than Satan has found the best way to lead me away from my path back home to Heavenly Father. My weakness: volume.

I have so many thoughts SCREAMING in my head at any given minute of any day, and the only way anyone or anything can really get my attention is by communicating more loudly than all the accumalitive voices in my head. Sadly- the Holy Ghost communicates through a "still small voice", and although I'm pretty sure He has the ability to yell, that isn't the way Heavenly Father designed divine assistance. However, I'm almost positive that Satan's amp goes to 11.

I had a little bit of a sit down with my mom. Actually it was "stand up" since at the she was preparing for a night out on the town with my dad. It went well. She told me that I have a good heart. I try to do the right things, and the Spirit definitely guides and directs my life. However, sometimes I forget how to hear it.

Several months ago I blogged regarding a little girl who is not always kind to Taite. As you may remember, I told Taite, "Whenever Dawn (not her real name) says anything mean just put your finger to your lips, and say, 'Shhhhhhhhh...'". After talking with my mom I decided that's what I need to do. When I hear conflicting voices in my head I need to just settle down, and say, "Shhhhhhhh..." Kind of the Lyndee version of Moses' command found in Moses 1:16, "Get the hence, Satan; decieve me not;". At which point I can focus on the still, small voice of the Holy Ghost trying so desperately to communicate my Heavenly Father's will for me.

This Church (The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints) is ALL true. What a blessing. What an amazing gift to know all the answers I need can be found within its simple teachings. Ahhhhhh... I love the Gospel of Jesus Christ!

I'm grateful for the counsel found in Exodus 20:12, "Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee." It's so fantastic that I do not have to reinvent the wheel. The pattern has been created, and I only have need to follow it. I just have to read the directions: That part is simple enough for me; and LISTEN to the instructions, and I think I'm beginning to figure out just how to do this.

Thanks, Mom!

Happy Father's Day!

2009-06-21T11:04:00.003-06:00

This is Redge's 14th Father's Day, and I must say I think I FINALLY figured out what it is he digs as Father's Day gifts! I'm sure most of you have already figured this out, but let me just remind you- I'm slow. It takes me a while to figure out this wife/mother stuff. I think I'm finally beginning to catch on.

The kids and I sat down, and I asked each of them to tell me two of their favorite family activities. This is what we came up with:

Reece: Climbing Gym, Bowling
Seth: Baseball Game, Golf
Taite: Build-a-Bear Workshop, Legacy Center Pool
Arthur: Jump-On-It, Classic Skating (including laser tag and water slide)

So- with their input I drove all over Utah purchasing gift cards for ALL SIX OF US to do ALL these activities TOGETHER. I also added gift cards for dinner, movie, and Cold Stone from me. We presented these to Redge along with a chocolate/chocolate chip Nothing Bundt Cake. Redge was really exicted!

My favorite part of Father's Day is definitely the cards the kids made for Redge. Last Sunday the kids sat at the table and painted all kinds of stuff for Redge! All the cards were titled, "Happy F-Day!" Taite wrote a note to Redge which reads, "If you don't have a mom- I'm sorry. But, if you don't have a dad- Person, how do you live?"

I'm grateful for a husband who my children love so very much! Happy Father's Day, Redge!

2009-05-05T17:17:00.002-06:00

So- I seem to be gleening some good stuff from my American Literature class! Today in my readings I came across an excerpt from Booker T. Washington's "Up From Slavery". As I read I couldn't help but think of President Uchtdorf's Conference Address, "Lift Where You Stand." I find when juxtaposing these two pieces, and perhaps my Patriarchal Blessing as well, I just might be able to determine where and how I personally need to "Lift" and/or "Cast down my bucket". After reading "Up From Slavery", and combining it with what I know from the BYU-I Learning Model, I asked myself what I see in Lyndee that I need to change so as to create Zion within my school classes, my home, my ward, and/or all the other regions of my life. I'll have to get back to you with my answer- that is I'll get back to you when I HAVE my answer.

Booker T’s excerpt mentioned above:
“A ship lost at sea for many days suddenly sighted a friendly vessel. From the mast of the unfortunate vessel was seen a signal,“Water, water; we die of thirst!” The answer from the friendly vessel at once came back, “Cast down your bucket where you are.” A second time the signal, “Water, water; send us water!” ran up from the distressed vessel, and was answered, “Cast down your bucket where you are.” And a third and fourth signal for water was answered, “Cast down your bucket where you are.” The captain of the distressed vessel, at last heeding the injunction, cast down his bucket, and it came up full of fresh, sparkling water from the mouth of the Amazon River. To those of my race who depend on bettering their condition in a foreign land or who underestimate the importance of cultivating friendly relations with the Southern white man, who is their next-door neighbor, I would say: “Cast down your bucket where you are”— cast it down in making friends in every manly way of the people of all races by whom we are surrounded.”

President Uchtdorf's Address http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-947-18,00.html

Learning Model http://www.byui.edu/learningmodel/src/default.htm

The Mad Hatter

2009-05-04T18:52:00.002-06:00

I recently came across my new favorite online store. hatsinthebelfry.com It's FAAAAANtastic!!! It's where I picked up this little polka-dot number. Isn't it great? I fancy hats quite a bit. Wearing them saves a lot of what would be hair-do-ing time. Plus, they keep me hidden. I like that quite well.

A Vegas Girl in Zion's Court

2009-05-03T11:13:00.005-06:00

Last week in my American Literature class we finished reading Mark Twain's
"A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court", and we were asked to rate ourselves regarding where we stand in the gammet of cynism to realism to romanticism. First, I had to decide how I define each of these, then where Heavenly Father would like me stand, and finally conclude where it is I find myself today. This was pretty difficult!

Cynic(Webster's definition)- a person who believes that only selfishness motivates human actions and who disbelieves in or minimizes selfless acts or disinterested points of view.
Cynic (Lyndee's definition)- a bitter person; one without hope. A cynic likes to use phrases such as, "Yeah- right!" and "Keep dreaming!"

Realist (Webster's definition)- a person who tends to view or represent things as they really are.
Realist (Lyndee's definition)- a person who BELIEVES he things as they really are. A realist likes to use phrases like, "Oh yeah?" and "It is what it is".

Romantic (Webster's definition)- fanciful; impractical; unrealistic.
Romantic (Lyndee's definition)- fanciful; hopeful; a bit unrealistic.
Romantics use phrases like, "We're going to get married, and live happily ever after!" and "I will have the PERFECT life!" (and she means PERFECT- without trials or adversity). Romantics generally speak in a futuristic style, or they speak of things without immediate connection to themselves.

I decided that for me Heavenly Father wants me to be a realist with the hope of a romantic eternity.

This is what I decided for myself:

I wish I could be a bit more romantic, and maybe tomorrow I will be. Who knows? So is the life of one with bi-polar disorder. I do think I lean more to the cynical side of life. However, I used to be such a romantic! Life changes a person. And, I'm only 37! I've seen things, probably no worse than the things every person in this class sees throughout their individual lives, but I believe I allow my experiences to dent my soul more than I should. I shouldn't be such a cynic. I know that everyday I wake up, and I earnestly pray that I will see the Lord's hand in my life, and I do.
I pray that I will lean on my faith and hope in my Savior, Jesus Christ. But, then reality steps in to my life, and it all goes asunder! I have difficulty believing I will find happiness in this earthly life. In 2 Nephi 2:25 we read, "Adam fell that men might be; and men are, that they might have joy."
Everytime I read this I feel so bleak. I "might" have joy. "Might". That doesn't mean now, or for sure. It's a matter of enduring, obeying, serving, loving, etc. Arrrggghhhh! I have moments- few and far between- that offer glimpses of joy and peace, but I honestly see this mortal portion of my eternal life as pretty Hellacious. I just want it over and done with. I want out. I want the next phase of eternity to start NOW!
I want to be at my Savior's feet, learning, feeling His love, being accepted for who I am - for the first time ever. But, that's not enduring to the end. So, I stick with this life, for the time being, and pray that I can see bits of eternity here and now- just enough to get me through one more day. I've decided to look to the example of Esther.
What an amazing woman of faith. I want to become more like her. Then I won't have to worry whether I'm a cynic, a realist, or a romantic. I can answer, "I'm Lyndee. I'm a Christian. I am a Woman of Virtue."

Back to School

2009-04-27T10:41:00.005-06:00

One week ago I officially started another semester of school. Many of my friends keep asking what it is I'm doing. I'm attending BYU-Idaho on line, NOT independent study. I'm studying creative writing. I LOVE IT!

In the past week I've spent two days at BYU. One day was spent trying to buy books, and another ENTIRE day was spent studying. It was really interesting to take a few minutes to look around the campus (I never attended BYU), to watch the other students, and to watch the other students watch me.

As I watched the other students I saw a lot of myself in them. The Lyndee from the early 90's: single, smiley, attending college, not necessarily studying, having fun, soaking up every minute of a time that was definitely fleeting, tired, silly. The Lyndee from the late 90's: working, husband in college, pregnant, having babies, not quite as constantly smiley, tired, not so silly, eager to have Redge graduate so we can begin our "real life", not so willing to soak up every minute of a time definitely fleeting- and a time filled with as many happy moments as I was willing to see. Lyndee of the turn of the century: a young mom, her family complete, anxious to have fun everywhere, trying to teach her kids EVERYTHING they need to prepare for baptism and making wise choices, relieved in having a college grad husband with a steady paycheck, loving chasing her little kids everywhere they want to go, but sometimes frantic when they run to far or make an unwise choice. Lyndee of today: a bit useless during school hours now that the baby is in first grade, anxious to pick up where she left off in her own studies, loving watching her kids grow and make wise choices, her heart hurting when the hearts of her children hurt, aching joints, crows feet, and the obvious look of "I think I'm JUST BEGINNING to get it!"

But- I'm pretty sure all four of those Lyndee's currently reside within me right now. A few months ago, when asked how long she's known me, a friend wrote on my fb page wrote, "Long enough to know the many faces of Lyndee." I responded, "Very accurate! I think I should just add two words so as to have it read, "Long enough to the know the many faces and phases of Lyndee." It was really interesting to watch the young college kids, and to watch them watch me. We all have so much in common!

It's tough to study here with my kids running in and out. So, Saturday I loaded up my entire desk of study supplies, and headed to BYU. It was raining and freezing! I don't mean sprinkling- I mean Las Vegas in late July Monsoon! I was wearing a coat (which should already be put away for the Summer), gloves, carrying two enormous bags, and an umbrella. I made it to the Wilkinson Center, and found the perfect place to hide and study. I sat down at a table, near an electrical socket, and within view of the GIGANTIC flat screen tv; with laptop (and power cord), water, 6 binders, 10 books, a bag of pens and pencils, my ipod (and power cord & earphones), and my cell phone (and power cord). I covered the entire table.

It took a good 15 minutes to set up. I could feel people watching me. Obviously, people were thinking, "Who's the old lady?" There were some pre-mission guys sitting on a couch watching the NFL draft, and I saw them watching me watching the draft as I set up my work area. They looked at me like they were watching the Sesame Street segment, "One of These Things Doesn't Belong." One young woman looked at me with a completely astonished/disgusted look, I'm sure because I was carrying so much stuff, and was grossed out by my willingness to be seen in public in such disarray. Oh well... Finally- I was set. I had everything I needed. Everything was plugged in, turned on, and booted- ready to go. I put in my earphones, and turned up the volume loud enough so as to mute any ambient noise.

I'm a pretty good studier- when fully medicated for my ADHD. I can sit and read for hours on end. I arrived at BYU at 1PM, and left after 10PM. While there I got out of my chair twice. I did occasionally stop to check out the draft, and I did look into the unfortunate shooting in Georgia, but for the most part I just straight up studied- for hours. However, I can't help but look around from time to time at what it is that's going on around me.

I caught a few students staring at me with a look of frustration and jealousy. As I closely interviewed them with my eyes I realized why they looked so forlorn. Most of these students have these common attributes:
1- young
2- without as much cash flow as they desire
3- probably not so fond of their roommates
4- feeling pressured to make decisions
5- constantly worried, tired, and anxious

I'm pretty sure they looked at me with the following thoughts:
1- she doesn't get what it's like to be broke- check out her laptop, phone, ipod
2- she probably pays her tuition the day its due
3- she doesn't have to worry about her roommates not liking her
4- she doesn't have to report to her parents
5- she gets to choose whatever classes she takes- no required classes for her
6- she's married! she's wearing a wedding ring- a nice one!

Here's what they don't know:
1- I used to be young- that was good stuff!
2- now I'm old- THIS is good stuff!
3- I was a poor college student, my husband was a poor college student until right before my THIRD child was born
4- I am fond of my roommates- however, they're not always so fond of me
5- I have to make millions of decisions every single day- do I let Taite get away with not vacuuming her room? do I put Arthur in time out again? did I teach Seth not talk back? do I let Reece stay out late?
6- I worry constantly. Now I worry about myself, my husband, my four kids, my parents, my six siblings, the spouses of my siblings, my 11 nieces and 10 nephews, my friends, my dog, my bird, my callings, my husband's callings, and my extended family. Oh yeah- I also worry about my schooling.
7- I AM TIRED ALL THE TIME! I AM TIRED OF BEING TIRED!
8- I'm anxious about everything- you don't want me to start a list. I don't have time to start a list- I have to study. I don't want to start a list- the thought of it makes me anxious.
9- Yes- I had with me a nice laptop. MY HUSBAND'S laptop. He's an engineer. He has to have all that tech stuff. I don't have my own laptop- I BORROWED his. I have an amazing phone- because it keeps me from having to take all my 5,000 books with me wherever I go (this is not an exaggeration- ask my kids). I have an ipod- yep. I just got it about six months ago. It's my first one. I'm 37 years old.
10- My husband works hard. We were poor for a very long time. We worked hard, and he now makes enough money to pay my tuition- thanks, Sweetheart.
11- As for my roommates liking me, see #4
12- I still report to my parents. As a parent I now realize that the "Parent Check-Ins" NEVER GO AWAY!!! And, as an adult, I'm realizing what a great blessing it is to have parents to whom I can still go for guidance and unconditional love- even when my roommates don't dig me so much.
13- These young kids don't have kids of their own to worry about!
14- These kids didn't receive 4,000 thousand texts from a teenager asking "Can I go to a movie?" "Can I go longboarding?" "Can I go play basketball?" "Can I go to Tyler's?"
15- These young kids don't know the follow up questions for each of the previously mentioned texts: "What movie?" "How are you getting there?" "Who's going?" "Do you have money?" "Where are you long boarding, and with whom?" "Play basketball where?" "Who's going with you?" "How are you getting to and from Tyler's?" "Who will be there?" "Will his mom be there?" "What are you going to do at Tyler's?" "What time will you be home?"
16- Nor do these young kids know the endless reminder texts that accompany these questions: "Remember that I love you." "Make wise choices." "Be safe." "Don't touch girls where MODEST ONE PIECE swimming suits go." "Check in every other hour." "No kissing girls." "No smoking, drinking, and/or drugs." "Watch your mouth." "Say thank you." "Be kind and helpful." "Remember that I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY love you!"
17- These young kids DON'T HAVE KIDS!
18- These young kids still have yet to learn the meaning of "Saturday is a special day, it's the day we get ready for Sunday." They don't know what it takes to prepare a family of six physically and mentally for the Sabbath, and I have to do this when I get home. (But, I didn't because my amazing husband had done it for me while I was gone- thanks, Sweetheart!)

So, in short... I turn to Isaiah.

65:14 "But be ye glad and rejoice for ever in that which I create."
Heavenly Father created each of us in our own times, in our circumstances, in our own places, and there is so much to enjoy- EVERY SINGLE DAY!

61:3 "To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified."
The good stuff- the promises found in the scriptures- IT'S ALL WORTH IT!

And finally- a little shout out to my good friend, Pahoran. All of this worldly junk- "It Mattereth Not".

Intreat Me Not to Leave Thee

2009-04-19T19:25:00.006-06:00

As many of you know, I have one older sister, Naomi. Naomi has been forever referred to as "Gnomey." All of my kids, as well as the children of my siblings, refer to her as "Gnomey." I can't imagine calling her anything other than "Gnomey."

I don't know if any of you have seen the new Gospel Art Books recently put out by The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and if you haven't- you really need to check it out! They're great! I bought one for each of us- you know for Sacrament Meeting, Family Home Evening, and what not. Today, Redge and I took them to church for the kids, and Taite was looking through hers before Sacrament Meeting even began. After a couple of minutes Taite tugged on my sleeve, and said, "Momma, look! It's the picture of Ruth and Gnomey!" I thought it was really sweet that she assumed Old Testament Naomi also went by the nickname "Gnomey".

Then, I overheard her tell Arthur the story of "Ruth and Gnomey", and she concluded by saying, "Isn't it so great that Aunt Gnomey has that name because she's just like that! Whenever we go to her house she always makes us feel like we are her people!" (This, of course, is true- if you've ever read any of my posts regarding Gnomey's hostessing abilities!)

But- then it made me think... if Taite hears "Naomi" and thinks of someone who is loving and accepting, what does she think when she hears the name, "Lyndee"? I'm not sure I'm ready to ask her.

Luc Goes Back to School!

2009-03-23T16:04:00.008-06:00

Lucas Orton started back to school today! For those of you who don't know, or have forgotten, Luc is Reece's friend who was fighting cancer (Luc won). We (I know- I only shaved half of my head) had a head shaving party last Fall for him. Well, today Luc went back to school! So, Marley, Luc's mom, and I had a play date!
It was AWESOME! It was like a slumber party, but it only lasted about 2 1/2 hours. I even wore my pajamas- my new cute majamas Redge picked up for me in Vegas. Marley and I hung out on in my bedroom, and watched Mamma Mia! We sang along, and Redge brought us drinks, and lucky for all of you, he even took pictures!
Now, I know that at normal "Slumber Parties" girls do each others' hair, make up, etc., but we skipped all that. Marley is a beautician so I decided she shouldn't have to work during our Day of Fun! So, enjoy the pics- no make up on this girl, and my hair is a bit frightening! Marley on the other hand- always looks FABULOUS! I love you, Marley! Thanks for coming over! You're pretty great! And, Luc- I'm so proud of you! Congrats!

Las Vegas in Spring!

2009-03-17T19:37:00.051-06:00

When we moved our family from Las Vegas, and relocated in Utah, Redge and I promised the kids, especially Eric Reece, that we would visit Vegas EVERY MONTH! For the first 3 years we kept our promise fairly well. However, the past two years have proven me to be a bit of a pirate- I'm cheating on my word. The kids and I love to go to Vegas as often as possible, and we looked forward to three days weekends because they (hopefully) mean, "Viva Las Vegas!!!" Last weekend was a three day weekend, and we went HOME! It was great! We had so much fun! I love Vegas in Spring. I love my family! I love the heat! I love watching my kids play with their cousins. I love visiting with my brothers and sisters, and their spouses. I love being where I feel comfortable. I love being where I can be "Lyndee", and knowing it is 100% perfectly okay and acceptable, and in even desirable to be exactly who I am!!! It's home. It's where I fit. It's where I belong.

So, I like to take pictures. I have no talent for it, but I love to do it regardless. Quincy, lovingly, refers to me as "Ansel". I took over 200 pics in Vegas. Most of them are posted here for your entertainment. Some of them are not so pretty- especially a few of me, but it's my reality, and I love it! I love every single one of these pictures. I was going to attempt to post them in chronological order, but nah- I'm far too lazy. You get them in alphabetical order as I titled them. Very random. A bit like my mind. So- enjoy them, or don't. But, I will. I'll look at this post more than probably any other because it's what I love most in the entire world- my family.

(Sadly, the Bailey's and Eric weren't in Vegas last weekend, but I'll make up for it with the pics I take at Aspen Grove in August! Just you wait!)

This is Karlee Jo, Jeff's second of four fun females. Yep, that's right. Jeff has only girls, and they are AM-A-ZA-ZING! Karlee is funny, fun, athletic (soccer is her fave), and the only blondie in her fam. I dig this girl. She's sarcastic, quick witted, and a bit lippy. You can see why I fancy her.

This is Alyssa. She's Jeff's oldest. Alyssa Lee is AWESOME! She's an artist, a scholar, an actress, and a musician. She's also very, very kind. There is nothing mean or icky about this girl. I love her!

Jenn, our baby girl, and her husband, Nate Mann, have four kids. Ethan is 6, Kate will be 4 in May, and the cutest twins ever, Wilson and Gentry, will be 2 in May. This is Wilson Edwards Mann. (Wilson and Gentry are our Grandma's maiden names.)

I love Quincy and Amorette! Crazy- isn't it?! For those of you who knew me growing up I'm sure you remember me as a bit irritating. That's the way I remember myself. But, I've grown out of a good portion of it, and Quincy actually digs me! And, I love him and his wife, Amorette Cornwall Edwards, or just "Mo." We love Mo, and we're so glad she's a part of our family!

You probably noticed that Mo looks cold in this picture. I told her, "Try some body fat. It works wonders as insulation." She's a tiny little thing. Sometimes I want to throw rocks at her, but I just can't do it! She's as nice as she is pretty! UGH!

One of my favorite things about my family is that you never know which baby or child belongs to whom! We just love, cuddle, hold, kiss, carry, and/or feed whomever is in need of something. In this picture Quincy and Mo are snuggling with Jenn's baby, Wilson. I just wish I could get Wilson to snuggle with me like that!

Here we have another picture of our beautiful, beautiful Amorette. She's holding their SIXTH child, Enoch Quincy Edwards. With Mo and Enoch is Wilson. He had the dirtiest face ever, and Mo was trying to get him to come closer to me so I could take his picture, but like most of my nieces and nephews before turning 4 years old, Wilson is DEATHLY AFRAID OF ME! I know; I'm loud, I squeeze really tight, and I'm always kissing them. I can't help it! I'm absolutely CRAZY over my parents' 25 grandkids!

A few weeks ago Jenn and Nate, along with their kids, went to San Diego where they stayed with Eric. Eric sent me several pictures of Jenn's kids playing with Uncle Eric, Felicia the Dog, etc. After receiving a closeup of Eric snuggling with Wilson, I texted to Eric, "Don't the Mann kids have the BEST EYES EVER???" Eric replied, "EVER!" Eric and I have always coveted the Edwards blue eyes, and the Ballantyne eyes that are actually located on the face, instead of the Edwards eye location of being set in the center of the skull. Jenn definitely got the best of our parents in the eyes genes. Plus side for Eric, Quincy, and me; NO ONE CAN EVER POKE US IN THE EYE- nobody has fingers long enough to reach.

This is yet another picture of Wilson Mann. I can't help myself. He's so adorable! I just love him. With Wilson is Caleb, Naomi's middle child. Caleb Edwards Cordner will be 16 in July. He's a huge history buff, loves reading, and is currently busy writing a book. He absolutely adores all his cousins, and loves having them over to hang out at his house. He is especially fond of me, and often leaves remarks on his facebook wall regarding just how much he loves me! I love Caleb!

This is my white baby, John Arthur. He prefers to be known by his middle name because it's his Grandpa Bird's name. The scab on his eyelid is the result of falling off the top bunk and landing on a picture, breaking the glass, and cutting himself. Glad his eye was shut.

These two guys are Eric Reece Hudson and Dexter Brink Edwards. Reece, in the green, is my oldest. Dexter, in white, is Quincy's oldest. These guys have been best friends since birth. They are only 4 months apart, and Reece was at the hospital just minutes after Dexter was born to meet his buddy. When the boys were little they never referred to one another by their names. They were always "Buddy." I remember several years ago receiving a phone call from Quincy. He told me, "I picked up Dexter, and asked, 'Are you my buddy?' and Dexter replied, 'No, I Buddy's Buddy.'" They're still buddies. I love that.

This is one of my favorite things. Just watching ALL my guys play ball together. I could watch this ALL DAY LONG! You'll see. I took like 4 or 5 thousand pictures of the guys playing catch, and lucky for you I've posted ALL OF THEM! In this picture you see Dex, Reece, Seth Edwards Hudson (my second) in red shorts and a sun visor, and Ike Arthur Edwards (Quincy's fourth) in black and white.

Redge and I had a pretty easy weekend. We got into Vegas on Friday afternoon. We drove straight to Quincy's house where we left Reece and Seth. Then we dropped some stuff at my parents, and took Taite and Arthur to Jenn's. Saturday morning we woke up to silence at my parents' home! Mmmmmm... sleeping in on a Saturday! Is there anything better than that? Once we were up, Redge, my mom, and I went to our old stake center on Cheyenne and Buffalo to watch Dexter and Locke (Quincy's second) play basketball. Quincy is in the ward we attended while living in Vegas, and it was great to see so many of our friends, as well as watch our nephews play ball.

After the basketball game we drove straight to Molasky Middle School to watch Tucker's football game. Quincy coaches the team. Tucker is far left, and Quincy is to the right, and wearing brown. Quincy wasn't home on Friday when we dropped off the boys, so the first time I saw him was Saturday, and the game had begun before we arrived. So, when I got to the field Quincy was already ON the field trying to coach his boys. I yelled really loudly, "Quincy!" It startled him, and his head yanked toward my voice. When I had his full attention I said, "Hi!" He shook his head, and walked away. Ahhhh... I love being a little sister!

Another of Tucker and Quincy. Tucker is far left. Quincy is far right.

Tucker Douglas Edwards (Doug is Mo's dad) is Quincy's third. I love this guy! He is so sweet and so kind! He loves to draw, and he is one crazy defender! Tucker can pull flags like no one I've ever seen before or since!

Here's Tucker with Caleb in Naomi's jacuzi. Naomi has the best house EVER! Everytime I go to Vegas Naomi hosts a party- I like to pretend I'm famous, and it's all for me, but its really because of Redge and the kids. And, every single time we go to Naomi's house there is more stuff in her yard! The swingset is new, the flag is new, and the volleyball court is new. Naomi has all the good toys!

This is Christy Joy Cordner, Naomi's baby, and only girl! She and Taite are best friends! Christy is musically and artistically talented. Luckily she rounds it all out with a TON of drama! She is very fun, and EXTREMELY entertaining!

One of my favorite pictures of the weekend- me, schooling Dexter at Tap Tap Revenge!!! Oh yeah, I won! I'm excited to take on Karlee in the Dance Dance Revolution tournament at Aspen Grove!!! White girl is going down! Down, Down, Down!!!

I love my girl, Jennifer Taite Hudson. As aforementioned, Taite spent Friday night at Jenn's. When they arrived at Naomi's Taite's hair was all adorable in two braids. But, when she changed to swim she took down her hair. Here she is trying to explain to me exactly why it is that she HAD to undo the braids to get in the pool! Doesn't she know the rules??? They're clearly posted at the Red Rock Swimming Club. "All hair extending beyond the shoulders must be restrained in a braid or pony tail." I hope she took a shower before she got in, otherwise Von Alleman is going to make her get out of the pool!

I like to take pictures of Quincy when he least expects it. I think I accomplished it here.

More of Quincy on the field. He's such a good dad. He tries really hard to involve himself as much as possible with his boys, and his girl.

See what I mean? Here he is with Mae Naomi Edwards (Quincy's fifth- and only girl). First, let me say that this seesaw is AM-A-ZA-ZING!!! It is so fun! Some of you may remember the pictures of Naomi and me on this from last March. It is totally fun! Second- do you like the way Quincy looks bugged? I don't. He always acts all bugged with me when I take pictures, but you should see the one I took of him and Tucker a couple of years ago. You know- you really should see it. I'm going to create a post for that picture- all by itself! It's really great. Quincy should be thanking me every day for the rest of his life for that little number, but no. Not Quincy. Instead he makes these faces. And, it gets worse. Just you wait. But, I'm relentless. I just keep taking pictures. Someday he'll thank me.

See how cute Quincy is with Mae? Don't you think I'm a great sister for taking these pictures? Don't you think Mae is going to love having these someday? I know she is. That's why I put up with Quincy's angry ape face.

Isn't Amorette so pretty? She really is. I just love her!

This is another one of my faves. This right here is SO Tuck! This is the entire essence of Tucker! This picture makes me smile!

This is my twin doll, I mean Seth. Seth Edwards Hudson is my second child, and I love him! The other day he told me he couldn't think of a single person, in the entire world that he doesn't like. I was amazed! I decided I don't want to just look like Seth- I want to be EXACTLY like him. He is such a kind person, and like his Grandpa Bird he LOVES animals!

Okay, I know... I took about 3.5 million pictures of the kids in the jacuzi, but they kept moving, and they were all so cute! I couldn't help myself. Here we have Seth (my twin), Mae, and Arthur.

Seth and Alyssa love each other. I think it's because they are both so very, very kind. I love this picture!

I know... more football pictures. I'm Arthur Edwards' daughter! What do you expect from me? Don't you judge me!

I love Reece. Just watching him makes me so happy!

This is quite possibly my all time favorite picture from last weekend! Watching Reece throw a perfect spiral literally brings tears to my eyes! Watching this kid on the field takes my breath away! I saw him take a few guys down last fall, and everytime my eyes rolled back in my head, and floated to complete Nirvana! Ahhhh... football season! Only four more months!

This is George "Locke" Edwards (Quincy's second) with Reece. I love watching Locke play move. He moves EXACTLY like Quincy! And, as much as he moves like my brother- he thinks like me. I totally "get" Locke. I watch him react to things, I hear him speak, and it's exactly what I would do, think, say. I am absolutely crazy over Locke. Yep. Lyndee LOVES Locke!

It is so fun to watch these kids grow up together, and start being friends. This is Naomi's volleyball court. I loved watching the kids play. It was great to see the girls hold their own with the guys!

Here's my cute husband. He was the "all time QB" during play. Locke was convinced it would take a while for them to adjust to receiving from a left handed QB.

My great husband. I dig him.

This picture might possibly shed some light on exactly why Quincy doesn't love seeing me with a camera. These are Quincy's knees. I have no idea why a 38 year old, father of 6 has dirty knees, but he did. I don't get it.

I love Mae. I love watching Quincy with her. He's so sweet. When Mae is sad or hurt she always runs to her dad. I love this little girl!

Naomi's pool is so pretty. I love going to her place just to relax. Mark and Naomi are the best hosts ever! They are so calm and relaxed. They're so easy, and so kind.

This may be how Quincy got his knees so dirty. Dirty or not I know they're going to hurt tomorrow!

This is Jenn's husband, Nathan Daniel Mann. I like Nate. He cooks. He cooks a lot, and it's always good stuff! I hear he and his dad make amazing bbq ribs, but since I don't like bbq flavor or ribs I can't tell you for sure.

Nate is great! Despite the fact that he has 4 kids, and is in medical school he always finds time to grill for us at family parties. I'm also happy to say he is allergic to EVERYTHING! I inherited a couple of fantastic down comforters when Jenn married Nate. Sorry about the feathers, Guys.

Nate is a really cute dad. He really knows how to play with his kids- even the girls! I rarely see Nate without one of his kids, and at those times he's usually holding a spatula. Well done, Baby Sister. You chose well for yourself!

I LOVE my sisters and nieces! It's so fun to hang out with these people! I really like them! I would definitely choose them as friends if I wasn't lucky enough to have them as relatives!

Check out Jeff! Jeffrey Bird Edwards, the oldest of my parents' seven kids, is so thin! Doesn't he look fantastic?! This guy rides his bike EVERY DAY for like millions of miles!!! I'm so glad Jeff was able to join us. Jeff is a CPA, and it is the middle of tax season. Generally we don't see much of Jeff between January and April 16th, but he found some time to come play, and it means so much to me that he would do that for us!

We ran into Danielle Domanico Knecht at the football game. She has the cutest kids! It was so fun to catch up with her!

This is my mom, Martha Joyce Ballantyne Edwards, and my sister, Naomi, in Naomi's kitchen.

Another of my beautiful Mo.

Mean Redge!!! Quincy was clowning me, and Redge turned to laugh at me. They ALWAYS pick on me!

This is Maverick. Dogs should lay like this. I don't get it.

This is my favorite picture of Mae. She told Mo, when getting ready that morning, "I'm wearing these clothes because it's an outfit, and Aunt Lynt LOVES outfits. She'll think I look so cute in this!" She's right. On all counts.

I love this picture because I'm wearing Dexter's PE shirt, and Dex is wearing Reece's football team t-shirt. Dex and Reece always order extra t-shirts for one another for ALL their teams. Reece loves sporting his Centennial Bulldogs Football t-shirt. I snagged the PE shirt out of Reece's drawer, and I LOVE wearing it! Especially because it says "EDWARDS" across the back. Thanks, Dex! You're never getting it back. You're totally too big for it! It's mine now!

Every time we go to Vegas one of Quincy's kids has stitches or a cast. This time it was Locke.

Lyndee Loves Locke!

This is Luke, Danielle Domanico Knecht's baby. He HAS to wear flags during EVERY single game! Isn't he so cute?!

Locke, Quincy, Enoch, and Mo

I LOVE FRECKLES!!! I'm crazy over them! I love this picture of Locke because it shows his freckles! I wish I had freckles. Jan Brady was so wrong!

Okay- I know I've gone a bit overboard with the jacuzi pictures, but I couldn't choose. Some kids look really cute in some of the pictures, and other kids in other pictures. I couldn't decide. I posted all of them. Get over it.

This cute thing is Makenzie Noel Edwards, Jeff's third. She is so entertaining! She and Taite have grown out of some of the mischievous ways- and we are so grateful! I love Makenzie because this girl knows what she wants, and nothing stands in her way (Hmmmm... who does this sound like? Are you seeing why I like her so much?) On this day Kenzie was exceptionally frustrated with her mom because Kenzie had been sick, but Jeff and Marci still wanted to get together with the family so they brought the kids over to Gnomey's. However, Kenzie was not allowed to get in the pool. Not a happy girl!

This is Kate Mann, Jenn's second. She is so funny! Her hair is naturally curly, and she has the deepest dimples. She also has a strong personality. She wasn't supposed to get wet. But, she did. Because she wanted to.

I love catching Karlee when she's bugged.

I didn't get many pictures of Marci Jo Parker Edwards, Jeff's wife, but I TOTALLY dig Marci! She is SO FUN! This girl knows how to have a good time! She has a great laugh, and is always up for an adventure. She also does a great job of planning family reunions. I don't know what I'd do without Marci. I know life wouldn't be nearly as fun!

I love this picture because Jeffrey Bird Edwards, my oldest brother is teasing my girl, Taite. This is so Jeff. I love him for the way he plays. He is so much fun! My kids love Uncle Jeff! The boys love him because he always says, "Hey, Tiger!"

This is Seth with Ike Arthur Edwards, Quincy's fourth. Ike is so cool! He is so kind, and has the sweetest voice! I love talking to Ike on the phone! He always tells me how much he loves me, misses me, and begs me to visit him. He is so sincere, and like his dad- a total athlete. I love watching him play anything!

My mom loves her grandkids! Its so fun to see her with them. This is my mom with Wilson.

And my mom with Enoch.

Aunt Gnomey (Naomi Edwards Cordner) is EVERYONE'S FAVORITE AUNT!!! She is so much fun! She never gets angry, she includes everyone, she doesn't say "NO!", she plays with the kids, she always has fun craft stuff to do, and she ALWAYS has IBC Root Beer and good snacks!!! (She even makes me chocolate chip cookies WITHOUT earth!)

This sweet girl is Gentry Lynt Mann, Jenn's baby. She doesn't love me so much- yet.

Taite loves tormenting Ike, and Ike totally goes along with it.

This handsome redhead is Ethan Daniel Mann, Jenn's oldest. He is amazing! He's a smarty pants, an athlete, and a huge helper to his mom. He loves being outside! He and Arthur are best buds!

Enoch is so funny! He is trying so hard to figure out how to crawl, but it's just not clicking! However, he can do like infinity push-ups, and not the girlie kind!

Enoch is the cutest chubby baby ever! I love him!

Enoch was totally guzzling this water! He is so cute! I love him! I love his chub!

I was trying really hard to get a cute picture of Enoch laying on the floor, but my mean big brother wouldn't move his feet. He's so obnoxious!

From what I've HEARD, Mo makes like the best chocolate chip cookies ever. I wouldn't know. I've never tried them. For one reason. Mo is mean. She puts oatmeal in them. I don't like oatmeal. It tastes like earth. See this HUGE, overflowing tupperware full of cookies? All ruined. All contain earth. Thanks, Mojo.

Jeff tried to throw Reece in the pool, but somehow Reece got away. This is a picture of the kids staring in amazement and saying, "Did you see that??? Reece got away from Uncle Jeff!"

I have no idea who this guy is. I'm not sure how to spell or pronounce his name. But, he knows my nephews. He walked right up to Quincy's boys, and said hello, spoke to them by name (and used the correct names!), and shook each of their hands. He got to Ike last, and said, "Hey, Ike, how's it going?" I walked up to him, put out my hand, and said, "I'm Ike's Aunt." He introduced himself. He was very nice, and really kind to my guys. I think his name is "Cralen." Maybe. Maybe not.

This is so Christy Joy!!! She posed, and asked me to take this picture!

Yep, Caleb is actually holding Seth upside down. Caleb is crazy strong!

I love this picture! Caleb loves all the little kids so much!

The kids were hanging out in the jacuzi, and the brave ones were jumping into the FREEZING POOL! Yikes!

I love seeing these kids hanging out together. Aren't the mountains so beautiful?! I really miss the Las Vegas Valley- I love the Las Vegas mountains.

Christy Joy and Taite are "Best Friends AND Best Cousins!"

I love Mo!

Okay- I know this picture is a bit blurry, but isn't it so cool that I caught it mid flight?! I know- huh!!!

Yep- definitely my child. You can tell by the Hudson Outy Belly Button. Reece is the only one of my four who got the Edwards Inny. I'm so sure Redge and the kids are all totally excited that I've posted this interesting bit of information about them and their belly buttons.

Aunt Jenn did Arthur's this day. Doesn't he look fantastic?

Arianna Bird Edwards is Jeff's baby. She is so beautiful! She has the longest eyelashes ever- and a personality to match it! This girl surprises me every time I see her! She definitely looks the most like Marci, but her wit she inherited from both parents!

I love Alyssa! She was our first girl baby. We had Josh, Caleb, Reece, Dexter, Luke, and Alyssa. We loved our girl baby!

This is the final picture. Can you tell what Quincy is saying to me? In case you can't... "Lynt! Can you stop? Haven't you taken enough pictures?" My answer, "Yep- now I have. For this weekend. But, I'll be back April 8th. With my camera."

FIFTEEN YEARS!

2009-03-10T11:29:00.002-06:00

Redge and I celebrated our 15th Anniversary on February 26th. We left Reece with the Meyer Family, and Marney took the three other kids, and we took off to spend a few days in Salt Lake at the Marriott. We had a fantastic time! We slept in, shopped, ate out, walked, and talked. It was great! I got a pile of new books, and quite possibly the BEST HAT EVER!!! So, Thanks, Redge! Thanks for a great decade and a half, 4 amazing kids, a fabulous weekend, and a spectacular hat! I love you! You're the best! I'm a very lucky girl!

Fat Tuesday!

2009-03-08T11:41:00.004-06:00

So, on Monday, February 23rd, I received a phone call from Rockwell (Reece's School) asking me to come in the following day, Fat Tuesday, to teach a little bit about Mardi Gras! This is like the best request, for me, EVER!!! For those of you who don't know... I love New Orleans! I ABSOLUTELY love it! I love the history there. I love ambiance. I love the charm. I love the way I feel when I'm there. I went to New Orleans for the first time when I was 14. I was in a symphony, and we were asked to perform in New Orleans. It was an amazing experience. I stayed with a Catholic family, and I learned so much from them. They taught me about Mardi Gras, and I relate so well to what they taught me.

New Orleans and Mardi Gras are so much like Las Vegas. All founded on freedom and religious bases, but in the eyes of many they have become something unsavory and sinister. That's such a shame.

When I was speaking with the kids about New Orleans and Mardi Gras I asked them what they know about it, and the answers were pretty icky. As I related to them the real meaning behind Mardi Gras, and the background of New Orleans I saw lights go on inside them! I LOVE truth! Truth brings light!

I told them I was from Las Vegas, and I asked them what they knew of my home town. Again, the answers weren't all that positive. The one answer that astounded me most was, "Freedom." I asked her specifically what made her think "Freedom" about Las Vegas. She answered, "The Strip." I explained to her that when I think of Las Vegas I also think, "Freedom," but not for the same reason. I told them that I think "Freedom" because in Las Vegas I'm okay to be "Just Lyndee" where as it has been so difficult being accepted as "Just Lyndee" since I moved to Utah. I also think of the Las Vegas Temple, where I was married 15 years ago. That brings me freedom. However, when I think about The Strip I think the OPPOSITE of "Freedom". Instead, I thinking "Slavery." I've seen what addictions do to people. I've seen how infidelity wrecks families and lives. I've seen effects of vices.

I find it REALLY interesting how well Satan does his job. He takes good things like New Orleans, Las Vegas, and Mardi Gras, and turns them into dirty, naughty, gross things. It hurts my heart. However, I choose to continue loving these things because of what I see there. I love the scripture found in 1 Ne. 15:27. Nephi is interpreting his father's dream and writes, "And I said unto them that the water which my father saw was filthiness; and so much was his mind swallowed up in other things that he beheld not the filthiness of the water."

So, I'm probably naughty, and I definitely need to repent, but when people wrinkle their noses, or don't let their kids play with mine because we're "from Las Vegas," I just like to ask, "Where is your mind? What are you choosing as your focus? My mind is swallowed up by other things. I see not what you see." Please pray for me.

Sometimes I'm NOT Gentry's Favorite

2009-02-22T22:00:00.003-07:00

I Have Problems

2009-02-22T21:42:00.001-07:00

The sad day, the day my mean sister, Jennifer, packed up her cute kids, and left me here in the cold, I went outside to grab some of her cd's from her car. When I got to Jenn's car I noticed the undercarriage of her van had the name "Reese" on it. I know, it's not spelled the way Redge and Reece spell their names, but I thought it was cool so I thought I'd take a picture of it for Reece's facebook page. But, then I noticed there was an empty soda can and a walmart receipt on the ground that would probably need to be thrown away before taking the picture. And, then looking around my yard, I thought, "Well, if I'm going to clean up that garbage perhaps I should consider putting away the 54 sleds the kids left out in the yard YESTERDAY!" It was at precisely this moment that my sweet, baby sister came out of my garage, and took pictures of me, in my pajamas, wearing Redge's snow boots, no make up, total bedhead, standing alone, doing nothing in the middle of the street. Thanks, Jenn. Really, Sugar, you're THE BEST!

Fun With the Mann Cubbs and Cordner Clan

2009-02-19T16:09:00.007-07:00

I am a spoiled girl! I had company visit this week! Not just one sister, but TWO!!! Naomi and Jenn came to stay with us, and brought their kids, except Josh. We had a fabulous time! I actually left the house!!! I really did! I went all the way to Provo, and shopped! It was great!

Check out the rock band pictures! How fun is that my sisters will come over and jam with us?!

Be sure to check out the pictures of Gentry asleep on the floor, with her head on the big bear's leg. This is a fantastic story! I was on the phone chitty chatting with a friend, and I hear "Poltergeist". As usual, I go upstairs to the loft to turn off everything. I figured the boys had once again fallen asleep in the loft without putting on the TV remote on sleep. I get to the top of the stairs, and there are like 4 kids asleep in the loft, but Jenn was asleep there, too! HOW DOES AN ADULT SLEEP THROUGH POLTERGEIST??? I was totally laughing! I climb over bodies to turn off the tv, and THAT is what wakes Jenn! Can someone please explain this to me? So, I'm on the phone... by the way, Jenn was also laying on the big bear. I SO wish I could have taken a picture of that, but I didn't have my camera with me, so I missed it. But, Gentry was so cute I had to go back down stairs to get my camera. In the mean time... I'm still on the phone with a friend I often talk to at night because it's the only time we have to catch up since we both have little kids. However, my oldest is NOT a little kid, and my friend's kids are all really little, like 6 and younger. As I'm walking through the house I'm commentating on everything that's happening, and my friend asks, "Why do you always have 'poltergeist'? I don't get it. I haven't seen/heard poltergeist in like years!" I then answer, "I have a 13 year old kid. We started buying movies in 1994. That was before DVD's. So, once the movie is over, it rewinds, and thus 'poltergeist.'" You young little married people with your teeny, tiny kids. You have NO IDEA what it was like for us middle aged moms back in the day of VHS. We didn't have DVD players in our homes or cars! You've got it so easy!!!

The Hudson Zoo

2009-02-07T19:45:00.007-07:00

As many, many, many of you are well aware; I live in a zoo. This is something of which I am COMPLETELY aware, yet I don't do much to change it. I'm trying to decide whether or not I should. Seriously, it's got me in a complete quandary. Do I allow my kids to tape stuff all over the place because they live here, or do I need to maintain more of a museum atmosphere? Really. Can someone, anyone offer me some input here? I don't know where to go with this. So, please help me out here.

I think I've come to my conclusion. As long as it is not seen from the front door, and does not contradict the teachings of the gospel, or the virtues & values of our home, the kids may TAPE whatever they please anywhere they please. There is to be NO stapeling, pinning, or nailing outside their own bedrooms. No painting without the permission of a PARENT, a parent that lives in this house. I've decided that I will live give or take 85 years, and this period of zoo-ness lasts maybe five years. I can handle five years. I'm happy to take five years.

Oh, and Redge decided we're not really a zoo. We're more the grocery store parking lot, travelling carnival. Yep. I think he nailed it.

Callings

2009-01-27T17:43:00.003-07:00

Are we allowed to hate our callings? I'm serious. I don't want to be released. I think I'll learn many great things serving where I am, but am I supposed to love it? Or, can I just look at it like changing diapers? I love being a mom. I really, really do, but I can't begin to tell you how happy I am to never have to change another dirty diaper! There was a seven month period of time when we had 3, yes THREE kids in diapers. Let me say that again. For 7 months Redge and I had THREE children in diapers. I felt like I was changing diapers all day, and poor Reece felt like he was running to the garbage can every 5 seconds. I hate changing dirty diapers. I really hate it. But, it doesn't change the fact that I love being a mom. So, I'm thinking this kind of relates to my calling. I love being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, but as for my calling... well, I'm thinking I'm looking forward to changing my grandkids' diapers more than I am to attend tonight's enrichment board meeting. And, yes, you guessed it. In writing this post right now I am 100% procrastinating.

Procrastination

2009-01-26T22:43:00.003-07:00

If I could convince the athletic world that procrastination qualifies as a sport, well, I'd be an Olympic Gold Medalist. I'm not sure whether or not to be proud of myself. I mean everyone loves Abraham Lincoln's quote, "Whatever you are, be a good one." So, should I just own it? Should I be okay with this? Because let me tell you, if I'm anything, I'm a procrastinator, and I am REALLY GOOD at it! Really, I am the Mother Teresa of Procrastination. I'm the Ghandi of Procrastination. I'm the Meryl Streep of Procrastination. I'm thinking that my Little Granny is watching me from Heaven and thinking, "Do I remind Florence that that's my girl Lyndee down there being all consistent with her procrastination! I mean do you see her? She is not all willy-nilly with her putting off stuff. She doesn't work really hard on her laundry, and get it all done before Arthur runs out of school uniforms one day; just to turn around the following day and do nothing because she doesn't have an assignment due for another 24 hours. Oh no, not my Lyndee. She is perfectly dedicated to putting off EVERYTHING until the last minute is done and gone. But, at the same time... is a "Putting it off kind of Grand-daughter" really anything to brag about?"

But, the problem here is that not only do I procrastinate everything really well, I also remember EVERYTHING REALLY WELL. In fact, I may actually remember better than I procrastinate. I'm not bragging here. My memory is a gift from Heavenly Father, and it's a trial as much as a gift. Not only do I remember good things, but I cannot forget any of the mean stuff a specific girl said to me in second grade. (I really have to throw a little comment in here. I'm such a procrastinator that I didn't even finish this post the same day I started it. I started this last night, and then decided I'd finish it later. Do you see what I'm saying???) At any rate... Here's my dilemma. Because my memory does its job so well I remember stuff like the teachings of King Benjamin. Especially his counsel in Mosiah 3:19, "For the natural man is an enemy to God..."

So, I'm thinking Little Granny is not so proud of her grand-daughter for putting off until tomorrow what most certainly can be done today. Thus, here I go. I'm going to accomplish all kind of things today. Really. Hopefully the things I complete will be things on my todo list, rather than things to keep me from thinking about my todo list...

Redge R. Hudson, S.E.

2009-01-22T18:49:00.005-07:00

If you're one of my friends who is tired of Reading about Redge, well then this post is definitely not for you. Yep, I'm bragging about my husband again. Today we (Do you like the way I use "we" instead of the more accurate word "Redge"?)received Redge's S.E. stamp! Don't worry, if you don't know what that is I'm going to tell you right now. As most of you know, Redge is a structural engineer. "What is that?" you ask? It's the guy that makes it so buildings don't fall down. An architect draws a building, and Redge makes it work. I know, I couldn't do it either, but I'm a P.E. major what can I do? Redge graduated from UNLV with a degree in Civil Engineering because they didn't have a Structural Engineering program, and Redge's selfish wife said, "I don't care if Utah State has a great engineering program. I'm done here so we're moving home, and that by the way, means Vegas. Welcome to the Edwards Family!" So, Redge graduated in Civil, never wanting to be a civil engineer, but as aforementioned in previous blogs, Redge digs me, and does pretty much whatever he can to make my life as great as he possibly can manage. I digress... Just because someone decides to major in engineering, and even graduates with an engineering degree that person isn't just automatically an engineer. Oh, no, no, no. It doesn't work that way. Once the degree is earned the graduate must work under a Professional Engineer for 3-5 years, depending on the individual's state's licensure policies, before becoming applicable for even testing for Professional Engineer status. The Professional Engineer test is similar to the Bar for Attorneys. Redge passed the P.E. in 2002. This was very exciting for our family because Redge was finally an Engineer! In order for homes to be built the structural engineer has to actually stamp the plans, and sign through the stamp to ensure the building is structurally sound. (Yes, kind of like a "Super Star" stamp in kindergarten. You don't know you're a "Super Star" until the teacher actually stamps your paper.) So, in Structural Engineering in order to stamp projects over 3 stories high an engineer must have the P.S.E. stamp, the Professional Structural Engineer stamp. We received Redge's P.S.E. stamp today!

When Redge received his P.E. stamp he wrote me a really sweet letter thanking me for supporting him through school, and at the bottom of the letter he stamped it. It was the first time he used his P.E. stamp. So, today when the S.E. stamp arrived, once again, Redge used his stamp for the first time for me. I scanned it in, and have posted it here so you can all see it.

So Much For Down Time

2009-01-21T14:29:00.002-07:00

Please disregard the previous post.

Reece just called. He has basketball practice today.

I'd write more, but I have two assignments due in a few hours.

Update

2009-01-21T11:00:00.003-07:00

I forgot I hate homework. I love to study. I love to read. I love to learn new stuff. I just don't love deadlines.

I also have another reason to love winter. DOWN TIME! We are off season for everything but dance! This is great. Although, Reece did menttion something about making the basketball team. I'm trying to pretend I didn't hear it. I haven't seen a schedule so I'm in denial for the time being. Tennis doesn't start until the snow melts. This causes a dilemna for me. Do I want the snow to go away so my hands quit hurting, or do I want the snow to stay so I don't have to worry about getting 3 kids to and from tennis? This brings a whole new meaning to "To everything there is a season..."

Our doorknob broke Monday. The doorknob on the front door. Redge is already fixing it. He's frustrated. I'm not. I'm just grateful he's already changing it! He's working on it right now. The dead bolt doesn't fit. The old broken stuff is mounted under the door frame. I think he's just about done. Now I have to repaint...

It never ends...

P90X

2009-01-13T12:31:00.001-07:00

So, Redge and I are beginning the P90X system. Our friend, Massiel, is a rep. Check this out! www.teambeachbody.com/massiel

Back to School

2009-01-06T19:09:00.002-07:00

So, I am once again a college student. I'm anxious, nervouse, hopeful, and so excited. I'm taking classes to complete a degree in Creative Writing. I'm enrolled at BYU-Idaho, and taking classes on line. I just found this quote by President Henry B. Eyring, "..this is a prophecy that I am prepared to make and make solemnly. Those graduates of BYU-Idaho will become legendary for their capacity to build the people around them and to add value wherever they serve."

Cool.

Cold Dead Hand, Sista! Cold Dead Hand!

2008-12-14T18:42:00.002-07:00

I found this story last night while looking into the juxtaposition of statistics regarding “accidents” caused by drunk drivers and “accidents” caused “by” firearms. Now, I realize here that it’s kind of a silly thing to study since there really isn’t such a thing as an “accidental shooting.” It’s okay if you disagree with me on this issue. You’re wrong, but it’s okay. We can talk about that later. Right now I’m disgusted for Meleanie Hain.

Here's the story:

Before heading out the door to go to Wal-Mart, Meleanie Hain fussed over her children, grabbed her coat and keys, then ran upstairs to get one more item: her loaded Glock 26, which she strapped to her hip.

She never leaves home without it.

Hain, 30, has caused a stir in this rural Pennsylvania Dutch community 25 miles east of Harrisburg for packing a gun everywhere she goes, including to her 5-year-old daughter's soccer games this fall.

She's paid a big price for sticking to her gun.

The mother of four, who often carries a baby on one hip and her Glock on the other, has been criticized by even the most ardent gun-lovers. From once-friendly neighbors to the local police chief, the general feeling is that Hain's pistol-packing behavior is, well, extreme.

"People get alarmed because they don't see that too often," said Charlie Jones, a soccer coach who confronted Hain about the gun at a Sept. 11 game. "They don't know what your intentions are going to be."

Hain said the outcry has hurt her babysitting business and left her feeling isolated. She has been called an attention-seeker, psycho, moron and worse on hundreds of pages on Internet forums. Neighbors have blasted her on radio shows, her daughter's principal warned her against taking the gun to school (she doesn't), and the local police chief advised her to put it away.

Now she is firing back. On Oct. 24, Hain filed a federal lawsuit against Lebanon County and Mike DeLeo, the sheriff who revoked her gun permit after jittery parents complained about her at the Sept. 11 game.

The suit says they violated her constitutional and civil rights and seeks more than $1 million.

"The sheriff got on TV after the hearing and said, 'I stand by my decision,' " said Hain, who grew up in Lancaster County in a family that did not own guns. "That comment makes people think I'm still an idiot and what he did was right."

DeLeo, who calls himself a staunch NRA member, said he has nothing against guns but felt it was his duty to take action "because of the safety and security issues involving [children] on the field."

Last week, the Brady Center to Prevent Gun Violence offered to defend DeLeo and the county for free.

"This is a case that calls out for common sense and sanity," said Daniel Vice, the center's senior attorney. "It's an incredible risk to bring a loaded semi-automatic weapon to a children's soccer game."

No one disputes Hain's right to own a gun. Many of her critics are hunters. But they say that packing heat at a soccer game - or anywhere else around children - is dangerous and foolhardy.

In Pennsylvania, gun owners are allowed to carry weapons in the open as Hain does, but need a permit to conceal them in a pocket, purse or car. So without a permit, Hain could still carry a gun at the game but couldn't take it in the car to get there.

Even Judge Robert J. Eby, who restored her permit on Oct. 14, said he thought she lacked good judgment and common sense.

"You scared the devil out of some other people," Eby said.

He chided her for causing anxiety and apprehension in other people and said he didn't think anyone needed gun protection at a 5-year-old's soccer game. Concealing it "would be the right thing to do," he said. (end of article)

This is what I have to say about it:

Meleanie, I’m so sorry that you experienced the misfortune of dealing with ignorant, ill-informed humans. Sadly, there some uneducated people all over our country working in law enforcement. I can promise you that my husband and I will do everything we can to ensure this doesn’t happen to anyone else, and we will do all we can to educate as many people as we can in regards to the laws of The United States of America! Please know that I support you, and I have your back covered by own 9mm Smith and Wesson. (My brother carries a Glock, and I do admire your choice. Austrians make very nice weapons!) Mel, we’ll have to talk sometime… I’m looking at Kimber, and I’d love to hear your opinion.

As a card carrying member of the NRA, I stand up, gun in hand (or legally concealed in my bag) and say, “The right of the people to keep and BEAR arms shall not be infringed.”

I looked up the meaning of the word, “Bear,” and this is what I’ve found:

have; be entitled to; to hold; exhibit; show; carry; possess; fit for or worthy of possession

I also looked up the meaning of “infringe,” and this is what I’ve found:

usurp; lift; meddle; invade; trespass; pirate; break; breech; intrude; interfere

So, I’m trying to figure out exactly the problem with Meleanie’s choice to “bear” her “arms.” I have no difficulty in finding the problem with Sheriff Mike DeLeo, if in fact, he actually said what I read in the paper. (I’m hoping this is all an exaggeration, an unfortunate misunderstanding, or that Ashten Kutcher is “Punking” us; because if this really went down the way it reads in the paper then I’m afraid for our country in that Mike DeLeo is one extremely ignorant son-of-a-gun carrying a gun in the name of the law!) Here’s my problem with this hopefully well intended, but sadly wrong Sheriff: he infringed Meleanie’s rights!!!

The 2nd amendment doesn’t say, “The right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed except in the cases of:

1. Attending a soccer game
2. The complaints of ignorant neighbors
3. Uneducated citizens
4. Opposing opinions of those wishing to usurp the laws of this great country
5. Unsubstantiated fears of those in the community

Nope, it doesn’t list any exceptions~ not one! I do need to ensure that Sheriff DeLeo received a citation for his choice in so clearly breaking the law by “infringing” Meleanie’s right to keep and bear arms!

I do find a few pieces (no pun intended) of this article entertaining.

1. Charlie Jones saying, "They don't know what your intentions are going to be." I'm pretty sure Meleanie's intent was to be an American. Maybe it was to "serve and protect" since we obviously see that Sheriff DeLeo is unable of providing it.

2. What kind of kid is going to try to take a gun from an adult's holster? Obviously Meleanie's kids haven't tried it. If a child tries to take an adult's gun then that child needs some serious help! What kind of parent doesn’t teach a child to keep his/her hands to himself??? Why is it Meleanie’s fault if a child isn’t properly taught? No child (even my own) should ever touch an adult’s possession whether it is a gun, some candy, or a Bible. Seriously… we teach our kids not to take candy from strangers, shouldn’t we teach them not to take guns from strangers, as well?

3. (The most ridiculous point of the entire article,) “Even Judge Robert J. Eby, who restored her permit on Oct. 14, said he thought she lacked good judgment and common sense. ‘You scared the devil out of some other people,’ Eby said. He chided her for causing anxiety and apprehension in other people and said he didn't think anyone needed gun protection at a 5-year-old's soccer game. Concealing it ‘would be the right thing to do,’ he said.” I find this ridiculous because, as I mentioned earlier, “Bear: to possess; hold; to have; to EXHIBIT; to SHOW!

Meleanie, you go girl! Cold dead hand, Sista! Cold dead hand!

A Day in the Life

2008-12-10T09:14:00.003-07:00

Have you ever hoped for a day free from answering questions? Well, there, I just ruined today for you. While Redge was working in New Orleans, post Hurricane Katrina, I learned a lot about choices and decisions. The things I learned came down to two lessons:

1~ not only is choice a right by God, but also by our founding fathers. 2~ it is not meet that man (or woman) should choose alone.

I was raised on choices. My first year at Ricks College (now BYU-Idaho) was life changing for me! I know, most people say that about their freshman years in college, but I was really blessed. I was invited by my extremely generous Aunt Norma and Uncle Karl (yes, Karl with a "K" because you can't spell Keith with a "C") to live in their home. At any rate... while living with Uncle Karl and Aunt Norma I noticed how similarly these wise parents raised their children in comparison to the choices my parents made regarding my siblings and me. It was if they used the same outline.

One day I sat with my Aunt and asked, "How? Why? Grandma Edwards has 24 grandkids, and we're all good people." Aunt Norma showed me then the outline used by all four of my Grandma's sons and daughters-in-law. Choice and Accountability. Aunt Norma showed me example after example of how we, the grandkids of Elbert and Mary Edwards, were given opportunities from birth to make our own choices, and then abide by the consequences. For instance: "Jeana Lee, would you like to wear the blue dress or the red dress?" "Melinda, would you like honey or jelly on your sandwich?" Then as we get older the choices become a bit more difficult. "Lyndee, would you like to sit quietly in Sacrament Meeting with your brothers and sisters, or would you like to sit on my lap in the foyer?" "Lyndee, would you like to be home before curfew, or stay home for the next two weekends?"

I've heard people say that my choice of religion, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, uses force and brainwashing to bind people to our teachings. I know and understand it quite differently. My parents never forced me to go to church. I don't remember any of us stating we would not attend church, and therefore there was never an issue of force. Redge and I have yet to meet opposition in regards to our children not wanting to attend our church. If we do, we have a plan. Our plan with church is the same plan we have for any other rule set in our home. If you don't like our rules, fine. You don't have to stay in our home. It's that easy.

This is the same plan Heavenly Father uses. If you don't like my rules, fine, you don't have to keep my commandments, and you don't have to live in my home (the Celestial Kingdom.) Our country is founded on the exact same principle. This past Summer Redge and I were studying the Declaration of Independence. As we studied we looked for definitions and synonyms for the word "Liberty." What we found is very interesting. We found, self-governed, self-directed, self-reliant, independent." This is so amazing to me, that it is so similar to the teachings of the gospel, but so far from what Redge and I have seen as a growing epidemic in some parts of the world, our country, and even in our own neighborhoods. I'm grateful for latter-day prophets who continue to teach self-reliance! Despite some trends sweeping in the opposite direction, I'm grateful for the map so wisely and divinely written so long ago by a group of men with the most noble of intentions.

As I watch and grieve over the downward spiral regarding the morals and ethics of our society I see it almost always comes to the breakdown of family, and I think I know why. While Redge was in New Orleans I had to choose and hold fast to every family decision made in our home. I had to do this all by myself!!! When Redge was preparing to leave, and while he was gone my friends and family would ask, "Is there anything we can do?" Or, they would kindly and sincerely offer, "If there's anything you need, please let us know." Well, I did need something, but it wasn't anything with which anyone other than Redge could help. I need help making decisions! I needed help in following through with consequences. I needed help with consistency! It is so hard to decide everything! What do we have for dinner? Well,Taite doesn't like that. Do I make it, and make her eat it, or do I make it, and make her something else? Should I fight bathing all the kids tonight? What do I have going on tomorrow? Will I have more time in the morning to bathe one of them, and bathe two of them tomorrow night? Should I allow Reece to play with Chase even though he has a book report due in two days? After all... it isn't his fault his dad lives in New Orleans, he's having such a hard time, should I give in here? If the kids cry at night should I let them just sleep in my bed? Should I still have them do chores, or should I let them have a break? It is so hard and tiresome to make all the decisions! Then, we add our guilt for placing our kids in these predicaments, so we allow them more leniency than we should, and thus begins the downward spiral. Heavenly Father never intended for us to make and follow through with all these decisions on our own. It isn't meet that we be alone. I'm so grateful for a husband who is my partner, who by helping me make decisions makes my life so much easier.

I Can't Find My TicTacs!!!

2008-12-08T17:12:00.007-07:00

In studying the Book of Mormon sometimes I wonder, "Why did this bit of information make the cut?" Throughtout the Book of Mormon we read things like, "I do not write it all here." Then, we know that Mormon did some pretty major abridgments before handing over the plates to his son, Moroni. Now, I need to make sure that anyone reading this doesn't mistake any of my comments for questioning what should have been written in the plates. That is not my intent. I know the Book of Mormon is true! I know that exactly what Heavenly Father wants us to have at this time is written within its pages. I only ask, "Why did this bit of information make the cut?" because I'm not smart enough to get out of it what Father intends. The miscommunication is definitely on my end, not on the end of Heavenly Father.

Let me try showing you what I mean. What's Nephi's wife's name? I don't know either. I can't find it anywhere in the Book of Mormon. Does omitting her name mean she isn't worthy of being mentioned? By not mentioning her name does it mean Nephi doesn't love her, or is it just because she's a woman that makes her unworthy of mentioning? My answer to all three of these questions is absolutely NOT!!! I have no idea why we don't know her name. Maybe because it isn't necessary to our salvation, maybe Nephi was trying to protect her, maybe her name is really long and hard to spell and pronounce like the Brother of Jacob's name. The one thing I do know about it is, and I quote Pahoran, "It mattereth not."

For me, Heavenly Father often gives me the opportunity to decided what really matters. There's a line from the movie "You've Got Mail" that I use quite often. Tom Hanks' character is stuck in an elevator with his girlfriend (played by Parker Posey), and the elevator dude. The two men are making some real discoveries for themselves about themselves. They have life changing experiences.

At that point Parker Posey's character shakes her bag, and yells, "I can't find my tic tacs!" Whenever I find myself upset about something which "mattereth not" I stop and yell, "I can't find my TicTacs!" Redge and Reece laugh at me, and the universe once again balances itself.

So, as I was reading in 1 Nephi last night I got to chapter 16 where Nephi's bow breaks. Every time I get to this point I lose my breath when I read, "And also my father began to murmur against the Lord his God."

Up to this point all we know about Lehi is like totally amazingly good stuff! He's a prophet, he's obedient, he loves his family. In fact, just earlier in this chapter, in verse 8, Nephi writes, "And thus my father had fulfilled all the commandments of the Lord which had been given unto him." This is incredible! I know I certainly have not fulfilled every commandment given me of the Lord! But then, Lehi slips. Its like a dagger in my heart every single time!

The first few times I read this about Lehi I asked, "Why did this make the cut? Why couldn't this have been omitted during an abridgement?" But, I'm pretty sure I know why. Because "It Mattereth." It's there for me. It's there for me to know that absolutely no person on Earth; with the obvious exception of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ; is perfect. Not Lehi, not Peter, not Nephi's no-name wife, not Sister Hinckley, not Sister Monson, and definitely not Lyndee Edwards Hudson. But, there is hope for EVERYONE!

So, when my house is a little messy I can say, "It mattereth not." And when I get frustrated with my kids I can say, "Well, that mattereth, but just like Lehi, I too can repent." Yep, the Book of Mormon is one good, true book. I'm so grateful for it and the teachings found inside. It balances me. It keeps my priorities in order. It teaches me, pushes me, and helps me become a better person.

Mostly,I guess, The Book of Mormon either helps me find my TicTacs, or helps me decide I never needed them in the first place.

Holiday Eating Tips

2008-12-06T10:18:00.000-07:00

1. Avoid carrot sticks. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of the Christmas spirit. In fact,if you see carrots, leave immediately. Go next door, where they're serving chocolate balls.

2. Drink as much eggnog as you can - And quickly. It's rare. You cannot find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? It's not as if you're going to turn into an eggnog-alcoholic or something. It's a treat. Enjoy it! Have one for me … Have two! It's later than you think. It's Christmas!

3. If something comes with gravy, use it. That's the whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat.

4. As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they're made with skim milk or whole milk. If it's skim, pass. Why bother? It's like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission.

5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Christmas party is to eat other people's food for free. Lots of it. Hello?

6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Year's. You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do. This is the time for long naps, which you'll need after circling the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog.

7. If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position yourself near them and don't budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the center of attention. They're like a beautiful pair of shoes. If you leave them behind, you're never going to see them again.

8. Same for pies. Apple, Pumpkin, Mincemeat. Have a slice of each. Or if you don't like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three. When else do you get to have more than one dessert? Labor Day?

9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it's loaded with the mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean, have some standards!

10. One final tip: If you don't feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table, you haven't been paying attention. Re-read tips: Start over, but hurry, January is just around the corner.

Have a great holiday season!!!

Happy Birthday, Dad!

2008-12-04T10:39:00.008-07:00

Today is my dad's 72nd Birthday. He's spending the day in the hospital... again. He's actually in a care center receiving IV treatments for osteomyelitis. He's in the same care center where his mom died almost 2 years ago. I have to say, the first time I visisted my dad there I was really scared. I looked around at the old people. I watched them. I know the majority of the people in this facility have come there to die. My own Grandma went there to die. She suffered from dimentia. I am not ready for my dad to go anywhere to die. My heart pounds right now as I think what it was like taking the elevator to the floor to see my dad. The same elevator that took me to the same floor where I visited my Grandma. The same floor where my Little Granny passed away. Little Granny had a great life, and was 94 when she passed away. My dad has had a great life, but I'm not ready to lose him. But, because it's his birthday I do want to celebrate his life, and want all my friends and family who didn't know my dad in his prime, or have forgotten the way he was I'm posting some pics here to share my dad with you. So... Happy Birthday, Dad! I really, really love you!

You Want Me To Be What????

2008-11-24T19:00:00.004-07:00

Last week I decided I want to be a service missionary. I picked up the application at the Orem Distribution Center, and made an appointment with my Bishop. I hand him the papers, he writes what he needs to write, signs them, and hands them back to me. He then calmly asks, "Are you up for a new calling?" I need to interject that I am currently serving on the Cub Committee. I've been there for 3 1/2 years. I also do the ward bulletin, and update the ward website. I've been doing this for 2 1/2 years. In addition, I am also an arbitrator for the world wide indexing program. I've been working with this for 3 years. I know you all think I just sit here at my computer all day doing nothing, but it is a lot of church stuff. At any rate... I've been serving in the same places for a pretty long time. I told the Bishop, "Yes, I'd welcome a change, but I'll stay where I am as long as I'm needed." He just nodded and laughed at me because he knows my stand on church callings~ which is... you don't ask for a calling, you don't turn down a calling, you don't asked to be released from a calling. So, he extended a new calling. The very last calling I thought I would hear in conjunction with my name. Seriously, I could see myself as the "Bell Ringer" before I can picture myself doing this! Mo laughed for like 3 hours after I told her. In fact, I'm sure she's still laughing. Yep, you guessed it. Enrichment Leader. I'm still blinking. As I think over the requirements of this calling several things come to mind for which I am so not qualified! You know like: crafty stuff, knowing who to call for specialists and/or guest speakers, teaching how to keep a house of order, leaving my house, and of course the really scary thing.... talking to people!!! Go ahead and laugh.

Question #1

2008-11-21T15:30:00.002-07:00

I have decided there are two great questions. That's all. Just two. And, if we can answer these two questions all our troubles will be far behind.

So... Question #1 (Don't be confused, this is just one question. It has 2 parts. Don't bother arguing that I should have posed 3 great questions. Part 1 of Question 1 doesn't matter if we don't answer Part 2. And Part 2 can't really stand on it's own if we don't know the goal. Plus, this is my blog so I don't have to do what you say.)

What do we really want from this life, and are we doing what it takes to achieve it?

For me, the answer is, "To be worthy and prepared to meet my Savior when the time arrives, but I don't know if I'm doing what it takes."

It's like this. I say that my family comes first. Well, that's easy to say, but am I doing what it takes to have my family be what it should? For instance, my family comes first, and we have a huge pile of dirty laundry on my bedroom floor. I should be doing that laundry. But, I'm also trying to spend time meditating so I can be a good mom and have the necessary knowledge to teach my kids what they need to know. I also have scriptures that need studying, callings needing attending, house that needs cleaning, children needing attention, etc., etc., etc.

So, I've posed the question. Now what? So what? Give in? Give up? Throw up? I don't know. I just don't know.

Question #2

2008-11-21T15:20:00.002-07:00

Why does the computer world insist on continually striving to increase the speed and capabilities of their products rather than perfect the junk they currently sell?

How many of you are tired of having to reboot for any of the following reasons????
1~ Cursor doesn't appear on monitor
2~ Current page frozen for over 72 hours
3~ Files not available
4~ Wallpaper (which is a family picture from Disneyland) is distorted causing said picture to over expand horizontally creating the mother's girth to appear 10 times bigger than it is in reality

Why can't these people just figure out what is going on? I don't know about you, but I would rather be able to play an entire, uninterrupted, 40 minutes of Atari 2600Pitfall than get through 75% percent of a timed mahjong and have my monitor freeze!!!!

Does the automobile industry try to sell flying cars just because sometimes they work? Would we buy flying cars that only sometimes work? Would we buy flying cars that sometimes, for no reason, just freeze, and fall from the sky? Why do we allow these computer people to manipulate us into buying things that only partially work, especially when they know they have something even better to sell, and will do so in two months for some grossly proposterous sum???

So, I say we stand up for ourselves! Let's hold them accountable for what they sell. I'm starting a coalition. Please join me in my efforts. You can reach me via email, my cell phone, here at my blog, or face book. That is if your computer and mine are working at the same time.

Yeah... What He Said!!!

2008-11-18T16:28:00.003-07:00

I've always loved the Doctrine and Covenants. It's my favorite of the Standard Works. Don't get me wrong. I love the Book of Mormon, I love the Pearl of Great Price, I love the Old Testament, and I really love the New Testament. But, I'm crazy over the Doctrine and Covenants. Redge kind of teases me about this, and doesn't really get it. I've told him that the Book of Mormon is more a "Boy Book" with all the wars and fighting. I think a lot of young men can relate to the stories of Alma the Younger and others who felt it necessary to rebel against their dads. I, like some of my girlfriends, think more along the lines of, "How did Nephi kill Laban, and then wear Laban's clothes? There's a miracle right there because normally there would be a lot of blood! You know how head wounds bleed!"

At any rate, once when Redge was asking about my love of the Doctrine and Covenants I answered that perhaps it stems from the year in seminary we studied it. It was my senior in high school, and I have to say it was at that point that I realized how much I love and believe the Gospel of Jesus Christ. We had a fabulous teacher, you know, Brother Hansen. He really helped me to figure out how to study, how to find answers, and how to question so I could better understand my own beliefs. As much as I do see Brother Hansen's hand in my testimony of the gospel and my love of the Doctrine and Covenants~ there is something else that I just couldn't express. I try explaining to Redge how the Doctrine and Covenants is revelation to the saints in this dispensation, and it applies so easily to our lives. I understand that we are to liken all scriptures to our lives, but the Doctrine and Covenants just seems easier to apply.

Well, I now have the words I've been trying to express for almost 20 years!!! Yesterday Redge, Marney, and I were Christmas shopping, and we stopped by the Church Distribution Center. I needed to pick up all the materials for next year's curriculum. I am extra excited for next year's Gospel Doctrine Class because we are studying the Doctrine and Covenants and Church History! So, I bought both institute manuals, the seminary manual, and the Gospel Doctrine manual. Too anxious to wait until January, I started reading the institute manual. This is where I found what I've been trying to say!

President Joseph Fielding Smith said, "In my judgment there is no book on earth yet come to man as important as the book known as the Doctrine and Covenants, ... This Doctrine and Covenants contains the word of God to those who dwell here now. It is our book. It belongs to the Latter-day Saints. More precious than gold, the Prophet says we should treasure it more than the riches of the whole earth. I wonder if we do? If we value it, understand it, and know what it contains, we will value it more than wealth; it is worth more to us than the riches of the earth."

Oh... Now I Get It!

2008-11-11T10:53:00.001-07:00

Arthur, the "White One," is pretty funny. He comes up with the craziest comments. Like the other night he asked Redge and Reece how all the people on our DVD's know when we want to watch a movie. He thought movies were live performances, and the DVD is just some sort of satellite message to all the characters in the movie to get on stage so we can watch them do their thing.

Last night for Family Home Evening we were discussing prayer. I told the kids about Jesus Christ blessing every child individually when visiting the Americas after His resurrection. I was trying to emphasize how important my children are to Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. I explained that Jesus took the time to meet each child one by one, because He wants us to know Him, and He loves each of us as individuals. Arthur asked, "So they didn't all just run up at the same time with lots of people all around Him?" I told him, "No, Jesus took time for each child." I continued with the lesson, going on to enforce that prayer is our time to be with Jesus one on one. Arthur then asked, "So, were they in one long line?" I answered, "Yes. Probably. Maybe." He then pressed further, "Was there a boy line and a girl line, or three lines, or one line?" I told him, "One line. One big huge long line. They set up ropes like at the bank and Disneyland." At this he laughed and replied, "Oh... now I get it!"

Got Your Towel?

2008-11-11T10:32:00.003-07:00

I'm currently reading "The Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy." After about 10 pages I realized that the book is obviously fiction, and not just because it is labeled as "Sci-fi." As with most sci-fi books, this book uses the English phonetic system for all words. It uses only the English alphabet. It doesn't use letters or characters from any other language. English is like the only language that has multiple sounds for some letters, and this book does just that. Do you really think aliens would choose English as their official language?

At any rate... I mentioned this to my nephew, Josh, via Facebook. I wrote to him because his brain, although highly more intense than mine, works somewhat like mine. The proof of this is in his answer. "That's because they're our intergalactic next neighbors, and they've been stealing our cable."

Well done, J-Man.

Happy Birthday to Me!

2008-11-10T17:37:00.001-07:00

Yep, I got a gun! Seth gave it to me for my birthday. 9mm Smith and Wesson, and I love it!

We've Only Just Begun

2008-11-06T12:15:00.003-07:00

Redge and I have been married 14 years. Man, I made a very good choice! At any rate, before we got married my sisters held a bridal shower for me at Naomi's home. During the shower the women in attendance helped tie a quilt for us. We loved that quilt! Reece eventually took it over because he also loved it. Melinda chose a really thick, fluffly bat. The top and bottom were flannel. It was the best quilt ever. Last week I washed it. It no longer exists. It was on its last leg, and was in pieces when I pulled it from the dryer.

At first I just stood there stunned. Completely distraught. It kind of felt like an icky omen. Then I started thinking of my friends and family ~ especially my mom and sisters who had put time into making this quilt. I felt so guilty. I began thinking things like, "I should not have ever used this quilt," "I should only have dry cleaned it," and "What was I thinking letting Reece use this?"

Then, I began to think other things. I thought about why I made the choices I did with the quilt. First, Grandma Bird always made us quilts. She loved making quilts for her grandkids as they married. However, as she aged, and her tiny arthritic hands no longer worked the way she wanted, she began buying down comforters for the grandkids as wedding gifts. I received a down comforter. I still have it. Well, I mean its still in my house. It's now on Reece's bed. At any rate... We used the down comforter on our bed. Our wedding quilt was on the daybed that we used for a long time as our couch. I remember loving the way my cute daybed looked, and the quilt was perfect. Any company we had was privileged with using the quilt.

Originally I didn't want to tell my family that the quilt had, as the old adage states, "Not died, just gone to pieces." But, as you can plainly read, I'm no longer afraid of telling them because I've discovered the great truth of the quilt. The truth and blessing of the quilt is that Redge and I have stayed together long enough to wear it out! What a great thing! In a time when divorce rate is higher than ever before, and continues climbing, my husband and I have made it last long enough to wear out 1 couch, 2 cars, many clothes, 3 phones, 2 computers, 2 cameras, and 1 quilt!

This brings to mind the talk given by M. Russell Ballard during General Conference of October, 2005, entitled, "What Matters Most is What Lasts the Longest."

Below are 3 points Elder Ballard counseled us to consider.

1. Be consistent in holding daily family prayer and weekly family home evenings. Both of these invite the Lord’s Spirit, which provides the help and power we need as parents and family leaders. The Church curriculum and magazines have many good ideas for family home evening. Also consider holding a family testimony meeting where parents and children can express their beliefs and feelings to each other in a private and personal setting.

2. Teach the gospel and basic values in your home. Establish a love for reading the scriptures together. Too many of our parents are abdicating this responsibility to the Church. While seminary, auxiliaries, and priesthood quorums are important as a supplement to parental gospel instruction, the main responsibility rests in the home. You might want to choose one gospel subject or a family value and then watch for opportunities to teach it. Be wise and do not involve children or yourselves in so many activities out of the home that you are so busy that the Spirit of the Lord cannot be recognized or felt in giving you the promised guidance for yourself and your family.

3. Create meaningful family bonds that give your children an identity stronger than what they can find with their peer group or at school or anyplace else. This can be done through family traditions for birthdays, for holidays, for dinnertime, and for Sundays. It can also be done through family policies and rules with natural and well-understood consequences. Have a simple family economy where children have specific chores or household duties and receive praise or other rewards commensurate to how well they do. Teach them the importance of avoiding debt and of earning, saving, and wisely spending money. Help them learn responsibility for their own temporal and spiritual self-reliance.

I didn't see anywhere that he said, "Do not wear things out. Continue gathering earthly things, and have their maintenance be your top priority." I realized that the quilt is just the symbol of tradition. I received the quilt as a gift to exemplify the traditions of our family which include: sacrifice, temple marriage, eternal families, self-reliance, sisterhood, and charity. Now, with the quilt gone, I have the opportunity to create a new quilt, and more importantly, inviting my own little girl to carry forward our family traditions.

Why it's a Good to be an American~ Even Today

2008-11-05T07:02:00.002-07:00

First, its great to be an American if you're Michelle Bocchino! Happy Birthday, Chelle!

Second, we have the great freedom of speech. We are allowed to vote, but no one makes us.

Third, because the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed.

Fourth, despite Reece's team losing last championship game & Obama winning the Presidency~ California voted yes to Propostion 8 which protects marriage and family.

Fifth, we get to vote again in just four years! Can anyone say "Palin/Romney???"

An Update on Luc from The Deseret News

2008-10-29T14:36:00.005-06:00

Mom Marley Orton hugs 13-year-old Luc, who has a cancerous tumor that threatens to wrap around his lungs, airway and spine. He must undergo aggressive chemotherapy once a month, a four-day ordeal. The family has struggled financially. Marley Orton's husband recently returned to work after being without a job for six months, while Marley Orton, a real estate agent, has been dealing with a slow real estate market.

EAGLE MOUNTAIN — Residents are gathering together on Saturday, Nov. 15, for a huge yard and bake sale to benefit 13-year-old cancer patient Luc Orton.

Stricken with a rare, cancerous tumor that threatens to wrap around his lungs, airway and spine, Luc must undergo aggressive chemotherapy once a month, a four-day ordeal, with the goal of arresting the tumor's growth, said Marley Orton, his mother.

Diagnosed three years ago, Luc had chemo treatments for a year, and the tumor seemed to have stopped growing.

"He was a normal kid," Orton said. "The year he was stable was so great."

But then further tests revealed that the tumor had grown 50 percent. It had intertwined with nerves and blood vessels and was threatening his breathing. A year ago, surgeons cut into his chest cavity and removed some of it. This past spring, surgeons went into his back to remove more. In all they got 90 percent of the growth, she said.

Within three months it had all grown back.

"It feeds on hormones, and at his age he has lots of hormones," Orton said.
To complicate matters, the body supplies a healing hormone after surgery. But the chemotherapy is offering some success, she said.

"Hopefully it will work. We're buying time," Orton said. "He is a very strong boy. Most of the time he has a positive attitude."

While the chemo may help, it also causes uncomfortable side effects. Sores develop in his mouth and go down his throat.

Fortunately the family signed up for Utah's Children's Health Insurance Program for Luc and his siblings, Cecelia, 11, and Zac, 7, before doctors discovered the cancer was active again.

The family has struggled financially. Orton's husband recently returned to work after being without a job for six months, while Marley Orton, a real estate agent, has been dealing with a slow real estate market. She also works part time at the Ranches Academy, where the yard and bake sale will be held, and she is also a hairstylist.

So the community has pitched in.

A friend, Janet Burningham, organized the yard and bake sale. So far at least 40 people have offered to donate items to the yard and bake sale, Orton said.

"I've wanted to help them for some time, especially when their financial situation got worse," said Janet Burningham, who has been a family friend since the Ortons moved into the neighborhood five years ago.

"However, I haven't had the resources myself to make much of an impact, so I thought if everyone got together and helped out a little it would add up to a lot," she said.

"I decided to do a yard sale because that way everyone can help out no matter their financial circumstances. They can help with their time, their donations, or through purchasing items. It's a fun way for everyone to give. And since it's a week before Thanksgiving, it's a great reminder of giving of ourselves to help others in need," she said.

Event organizers also include Susan Scherer, director at the Ranches Academy, Sali Burningham, Jennifer Tillotson, Angie Ferre, who works for the mayor, and Jennifer Morrison, who organized a similar event last April.

"It's been emotional and very overwhelming with the support," Orton said. "I'm so grateful to live in this community."

Bags of groceries have anonymously shown up on the family doorstep as an example of the kindness of neighbors. She keeps a blog at lucorton.com where she records his progress and activities.

The sale is from 8 a.m. to noon at The Ranches Academy, 7789 Tawny Owl Circle. Additionally, an account in Luc's name has been set up at Zions Bank for folks who want to make cash donations. All of the proceeds and donations are going to pay for the family's medical and travel expenses, according to a flyer circulating in Eagle Mountain.

My Sweetheart

2008-10-13T13:05:00.003-06:00

Okay, I really don't like to brag, but I'm going to anyway. Just so you all know...

I HAVE THE BEST HUSBAND EVER!!!

I call Redge "Sweetheart" because several years ago Seth said to me, "You say, 'Sweetheart' at my daddy." I asked him, "You want me to call Daddy 'Sweetheart?'" "Yes," he answered, "You need to say 'Sweetheart' at him." So, ever since then Redge is "Sweetheart."

At any rate, yesterday Quincy blessed Enoch in Las Vegas. My kids were so excited to go! We hadn't been home since May. The kids brought me their suitcases like last Tuesday. The plan was to leave last Friday, and return today. Thursday Night I got very sick. Very, very sick.

Friday morning Redge went to the store bought me medicine and food, set me up at home, unpacked my stuff, repacked his stuff, loaded the car, and took off for Vegas with the four kids. I stayed here to get better, and Redge happily went along without me.

My family is so grateful for Redge. Why wouldn't they be? Just last week I was talking to my mom, and she said, "Dad and I were sitting on the couch the other day, and Dad said, 'I love Redge. I love Redge like I love my own boys. Redge is my son.'" He has earned that love by being the man he is. He is a brother to my brothers, sisters, brothers-in-law, and sisters-in-law. He is a son to my parents. He is an uncle to all the children of my siblings.

I love watching Quincy, Jeff, and Eric laugh with and at Redge. I love that my aunts and uncles love and treat Redge like he's family. One weekend in Rexburg Redge spent a day working in Uncle Karl's corn, and another day golfing with Uncle Karl. In Vegas, before Uncle Keith was sent to the Philippines, the Edwards boys met regularly for early morning basketball. My left handed, 5'8" husband often played, but rarely made lay-ups. At a family Christmas party, when Redge had the opportunity to step in for the real Santa, Uncle Keith was asked what he hoped to receive for Christmas. His quick reply was, "A Santa who can make lay-ups!" This is by far Redge's favorite memory of Uncle Keith. Redge loves a family that laughs, loves, cries, forgives, lives, plans, and enjoys!

Redge and the kids are now on their way home. He told me about watching Dexter playing football, watching the BYU game with Jeff, having Karlee hang out with him and Reece, Quincy immediately changing into the "Pitfall" shirt we gave him for his birthday, Taite's perpetual question of "Is it time for me to go to Christy's," Reece helping at Dexter's cousin's (Chauntelle Popp's son) Eagle Project, watching cousin Marylynn (Uncle Keith's 2nd daughter) coach Locke's football team, and the amazing group of men surrounding Enoch as he was given a name and a blessing.

Last night I read Richard G. Scott's talk from the General Priesthood Session of our recent Conference. His talk to the Priesthood is titled, "Honor the Priesthood and Use It Well." Can I just tell you that Redge totally does this?!

Elder Scott teaches, "The perfect role model for use of the holy priesthood is our Savior, Jesus Christ. He ministered with love, compassion, and charity. His life was a matchless example of humility and power. The greatest blessings from the use of the priesthood flow from humble service to others without thought of self."

Redge is a powerful example of love, compassion, and charity. I love him for what he teaches me, and the influence he is on our four children.

Elder Scott asks the Priesthood to consider these questions, "If you are married, are you faithful to your wife mentally as well as physically? Are you loyal to your marriage covenants by never engaging in conversation with another woman that you wouldn’t want your wife to overhear? Are you kind and supportive of your own wife and children? Do you assist your wife by doing some of the household chores? Do you lead out in family activities such as scripture study, family prayer, and family home evening, or does your wife fill in the gap your lack of attention leaves in the home? Do you tell her you love her?"

When I think about Redge regarding these questions I thank my Father in Heaven for giving me such a great man. I also thank and pay homage to my mother-in-law for taking seriously her calling as a mother. It is Marney's influence that created the Redge I married.

Man, I am one lucky girl!

Arthur's Story About Lyndee

2008-10-08T17:15:00.002-06:00

I have written a few stories about Arthur. Just simple little things about his family, friends, hobbies, etc. I write them hoping to interest him in reading. It works pretty well. Today Arthur wrote a story about me. I love it! This is the story he wrote for me. I have corrected his spelling.

"I Like Many Things"

I like computers.
I like books.
I like songs.
I like gardens.
I like to work in the garden.
I like to go to Las Vegas.
I like to snuggle with my babies.
I like to read my scriptures.
I like when the house is clean.
I love my babies.
I like to write in my journal.

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More Pics of Luc's Shaving Gala

2008-09-19T10:31:00.016-06:00

Okay, I told you all my phone camera leaves just a little bit to be desired. The following pictures were taken by a friend of Rita's and Marley's who is like a total professional. Don't you judge me.

On a side note... Try counting the number of pictures showing Luc laughing at his friends while they are having their heads shaved!

This is the very beginning of the gala. As you can plainly see, Seth isn't quite sure that he wants to go first. It's like he's thinking, "My friends had better follow through with this. Does somebody else want to go first?" Can't you hear Karen Carpenter in the background singing to Seth, "We've Only Just Begun..."

Again in this picture you can feel Seth's anxiety about losing all his hair.

Poor Seth! Look at him. He swears he did NOT feel like he looks in the pictures!

Luc Laughs #1

Okay, now it looks like Seth is feeling a little better about the whole thing. He might be alright after all. I bet Seth's mom, Angela, is so glad she had those family pictures taken last month! (Check out Braydon's "Friar Tuck")

Luc Laughs #2

Now we're getting somewhere!

Luc Laughs #3

"Please, someone, anyone, tell me I look okay! I've never been bald before! I was born with hair!"

Luc Laughs #4

Lyndee's contribution

Head Shaving: Dedicated to Lucas Orton

Braydon has so much hair! Poor guy! His hair was all over the place! Plus it's thick, coarse, and curly!

I love this picture of Reece!

Another good one of Reece! His cousins in Vegas are loving showing these to all Reece's Vegas friends!

Luc Laughs #5

Luc Laughs #6

There goes Arthur's hair!

Arthur is so ticklish! He could hardly stand it!

Redge is such a great sport!

David's hair is thick and curly like Braydon's! I think they needed to use machetes on those two!

David is so manly, he can totally pull off pink!

I love this picture because it's a great rear shot of the Friar Tuck Cut! Plus, there's my nephew, Caleb, the one in the camo shorts.

Check out Zach! He was so brave! He has a sensitive head, and he was just dying!

Now here's some dedication! Steve Scherer is a counselor/teacher at Rockwell, and he was totally excited to support Luc!

Luc was the very last one to have his head shaved. Here he is with his mom, Marley. Luc's staring at all his friends with their naked heads, and doesn't it totally look like he's thinking, "Man, my friends are UGLY!"

Check out my husband's bald head!

The final line up: Redge, Reece, Arthur, Braydon, Seth, David, Luc, Zach, and Steve! Way to go guys! You all look fabulous! New haircuts just in time for school pictures which are scheduled to be taken October 3rd! Does anybody know when they're doing retakes????

Luc Orton's Shaving Gala

2008-09-17T17:18:00.007-06:00

Lucas Orton is one of Reece's friends. He's such a good human. Sadly, tumors have grown in his left shoulder. Luc has been fighting cancer for several years, and just recently began an aggressive chemo treatment. Luc did not love the idea of losing his hair again so we decided to make it a major event. Several of Luc's friends, a teacher, siblings, and even Redge decided to shave their heads with Luc. Today was the Shaving Gala! It was awesome. I forgot my camera, and as much as I love my phone, the camera part of it is not sensational! At any rate, I've posted a few pics here, and when I receive more I'll post them, too. Under each picture I will give a little tiny caption describing the situation.

To start things off we all had Luc's initials shaved in our hair. Yes, I can say "we" because my head is like the third picture down from the top.

Here is Arthur's first turn at being shaved. Arthur is good friends with Zach, Luc's little brother, and the little boys were not about to be left out of the fun!

Redge did not even hesitate to sit in the chair!

I'm so not kidding! I totally have Luc's initials shaved into my head! I did not go with the bald look. I'm no Sinead. However, I do have to say I'm totally enjoying the new cut! I love not having hair hanging on the back of my neck! This is like a built in air conditioner! I don't know that I'm ever going to grow it back! And to think I was growing it out to get the Farrah cut! Not now, no way!!!

Here's Luc, and yes that's a "Y." Guess what color Luc bleeds?

Reece could hardly wait for his turn in the chair! I totally wanted Marley, Luc's mom, to leave Reece's hair like this for a few days. Sadly, the board president from Reece's high school was at the gala, and decided it was "too extreme." But, at least we have the picture! (Hey, Dex, can you believe your cousin is actually smiling while his hair looks so nasty???)

Check out Braydon! Man, it's not even fair! He's still cute even with a Friar Tuck cut!

Who knew Seth Bell could totally pull off a mohawk! Just wait until you see him bald! His to die for blue eyes are HUGE!!!

Redge said I have to post this picture so that whenever Quincy is having a bad day he can just pull up our blog, have a good laugh, and then get back to work. Isn't my husband so great for going along with this???

It took forever to get Arthur totally shaved! The ladies kept having to stop because he's so ticklish!

But, now look at him! He's so cute all bald! He loves it!

What a great day! It was totally fun! I'm afraid we completely wore out Luc! It was so fun to see them all there! David, Braydon, Reece, Arthur, Zach, Redge, Mr. Scherer, and Seth Bell are all such great sports to go along with Luc in this adventure. Paden, Seth Hudson, and many others were there to lend moral support, and we all appreciate them, too! I wonder if Luc is now thinking, "You know, I had to shave my head, but I'm not so sure I want to hang out with a whole bunch of bald dudes!" Luc, we love you! Thanks so much for including us!

September 11

2008-09-10T21:17:00.002-06:00

I'm sitting here thinking that tomorrow is 9/11. I can't believe its been seven years since that horrible day.

Reece was in first grade at the time. He was so little, but I knew he had some understanding of what was going on in our country at the time. I didn't ever want him to forget so, just a few days after the tragedy I asked him some questions about what happened, and I wrote his answers verbatim. I've bolded his words.

1. What happened last Tuesday? The planes got crashed into a building, and then the building hit the other building.

2. How do you feel about this? Not so well because lots and lots of people died. Everyone in the building died, and everyone on the planes died.

3. What does all this mean to you? Those people don't believe in the Untited States and don't love our states the way we do. They don't love us or Jesus.

4. What do you think this will mean for our country? The 100 bad people will kill more people and the states will have less people until people have babies. The bad people will crash more planes.

5. What have you seen people do because of this? Courtney and Whitney (they are twins, and were cheerleaders at the time) wore black bands on their arms. People singing, "Please Bless the USA," and flags in people's yards.

6. What does this mean for our family? That we should stick together. We should love each other, and pray everyday that we should always be together. (I was pregnant with Arthur at the time.)

7. What did you think when this happened? I thinked, "You know what- these people are mean. Mean, mean, and dumb because they killed some people from our country." They just wanted to to kill 100 people and this is the way they did it. And, they killed themselves, too. I think they are crazy and bad.

I pray we all remember.

Enoch Quincy Edwards

2008-09-07T12:30:00.004-06:00

Mae is a big sister! Quincy's wife, Amorette "Mo", had baby number six on September third. After many, long hours of name deciding they have chosen Enoch Quincy Edwards! He looks just like his brothers! To me he seems more Tucker color than Dexter. We'll have to see. Quincy says he already has really dark eyes. He is absolutely perfect; weighing in at 8lbs 4oz, and measuring 19 1/2 inches. Amorette had a rough time in delivery and recovery, but of course she'll never complain. She's amazing! I can't wait to meet little Enoch! I just want to kiss him and squeeze him! My kids keep asking, "When are we going to Las Vegas!" As excited as they are, I think I'm more anxious to see him than just about anyone!

My Brother and the Puppy

2008-09-03T11:17:00.005-06:00

My Uncle Keith has another article in a church magazine this month. This time it's in the Friend, and he wrote it about my dad. I just cry whenever I read it. It is so sweet, and so true of my dad. My dad has a real love for animals, but as he said in a recent letter to his seven kids, "Yes, I love my dog and love my trumpet, but I love my kids and grandkids even more than the dogs and trumpet. However, more important to me than all those things is my wife, and I love her the very most."

I just really love my dad. I've always wanted more people to see my dad the way I do. He is so quiet and shy, and people rarely get the opportunity to really know him. I'm so grateful beyond words to my uncle who took the time to let the whole world see just a little bit of who my dad really is. He's a kind, loving, intelligent, honest man. I remember in college when living with my Uncle Karl, Keith's identical twin, Uncle Karl said to me, "I remember when your parents were engaged. Grandma said to your mom, "You'll have to be the disciplinarian in the house. It's just not in Arthur to scold or punish anyone or anything." It's so true. I've never heard my dad yell or curse in my whole life. For those of you who know my dad, the yelling includes the years before my dad's one vocal chord was paralized and he could yell if he really tried. My dad never spanked me.

President Benson said, "The words and the way they are used in the Book of Mormon by the Lord should become our source of understanding and should be used by us in teaching gospel principles. Are we using the messages and the method of teaching found in the Book of Mormon and other scriptures of the Restoration to teach this great plan of the Eternal God?" (Ensign, May 1987, "The Book of Mormon and the Doctrine and Covenants".) This is how my dad taught me. I can especially relate to Alma the younger's sons as Alma counseled them in chapters 36-42 of Alma. Alma sat with his boys individually, he didn't speak to them as group. He probably did speak to them collectively several times, but I find it significant that he spoke to each of them one on one on this occassion. I think he did this for several reasons. 1) I know how much my kids love having one on one time with Redge and me. It shows them that we love them individually, and that each of them matter to us. Perhaps Alma wanted some one on one time with his sons. 2) I have learned that I cannot speak the same way to all my kids. I can be very blunt with Taite. For instance, one day Taite asked why Reece gets to go out for night games, but the other three do not. Keep in mind that Arthur is 6, Taite is 8, Seth is 9, and Reece is 13. I answered Taite with, "Because I like Reece better than I like you." She immediately turned around, scowled at me, and rather loudly stated, "Nuh-uh, you love us all the same!!!" Of course I went on to explain my reasoning, but my point is that if I had said the same thing to Seth it would have broken his little heart right in half! As we can plainly read in these chapters, Alma does not use the same manner of speech to speak with all of his boys. 3) Remember what Elder Holland said in General Conference address, "The Tongue of Angels," May 2007? "And try not to compare your children, even if you think you are skillful at it. You may say most positively that 'Susan is pretty and Sandra is bright,' but all Susan will remember is that she isn’t bright and Sandra that she isn’t pretty. Praise each child individually for what that child is, and help him or her escape our culture’s obsession with comparing, competing, and never feeling we are 'enough.'" Alma had different things to discuss with each of his boys, and he was probably trying to protect each of them from feeling jealous or insecure. At any rate, my dad did this. When I had done something wrong, didn't do something I needed to do, or needed counsel of any kind my dad came into my room with me, and behind closed doors he counseled me in the ways I should go. He counseled in ways similar to Alma's methods. He told me things I shouldn't do; similar to the way Alma spoke to Corianton. My dad also gave me specific things I needed to do; just as Alma told Helaman he needed to keep a record of their people. I also discussed with my dad about things I could improve in my life; in the same ways Alma suggested to Shiblon to bridle his passions, and to Helaman to counsel with the Lord in all his doings. Without fail, just as Alma did, my dad also included his testimony of Jesus Christ, doing just as we read in 2 Nephi 25:26, "And we talk of Christ, we rejoice in Christ, we preach of Christ, we prophesy of Christ, and we write according to our prophecies, that our children may know to what source they may look for a remission of their sins." If there was any reproving involved my dad was sure to obey the counsel found in Doctrine and Covenants 121:43, "Reproving betimes with sharpness, when moved upon by the Holy Ghost; and then showing forth afterwards an increase of love toward him whom thou hast reproved, lest he esteem thee to be his enemy." Taking the time to remind me of all my good qualities, and how very much he and my Savior love me. Kind of like the promise Isaiah often repeats, "For all this his anger is not turned away, but his hand is stretched out still."

My dad is a fabulous example of love and charity. Again, I am so grateful to Uncle Keith for seeing this, and sharing it with everyone. What a great compliment to his older brother.

In the Weeds

2008-09-01T20:34:00.002-06:00

I love Joy in the Garden. I like listening to her on KNRS AM 570 each Saturday at 9AM. I love digging for information on her website: joyinthegarden.com. A few years ago while researching how best to get rid of dandelions and morning glory I found her best advice regarding these noxious weeds, "The best way to get rid of these weeds is to never let them in your garden in the first place." So true.

So, after 3 years, I'm almost completely rid of dandelions and morning glory, but let me tell you it has been a fight! I share a property line with a family who is not quite so concerned with weeds as I. They mow, trim, and keep their lawn looking nice, but instead of ridding their lawn of dandelions they just mow over them when they begin popping up. I found that my most difficult weed battle occurs near our common property line.

At first I was really frustrated with the ever growing weeds, but then I realized the answer is actually quite simple. I had to stretch my lawn border about 3 feet into the other family's yard. So, I started killing weeds beyond the borders of my own yard, and guess what??? Weeds ceased popping up in my yard!

I thought about how much this is like my home. If I want my home to be free of weeds, I have to kill them beyond the walls of my own home. For instance, if I want to radiate the light of Christ so my children can feel the spirit then I can't go to movies that don't bring out the best in me, but if I spend more time at the temple I will be able to show my kids how truth really is happiness. If I want my kids to come home from school, friends, work, etc., weed free I have to ensure they don't go places that cultivate weed growth. Church, FHE, scripture study, etc. all spray a fine misty layer of weed killer on my kids so that when they leave my home hopefully they won't come back saturated with weed pollen.

Man, there are times when this life seems beyond my capabilities, but then I work in my garden, and I remember the simpleness of the gospel, and all my troubles seem to shrink to their correct sizes, and I know, "All is Well."

Ooops, She Did It Again!

2008-08-22T13:11:00.002-06:00

Yep, Taite has yet another broken bone. Redge and his mom took the kids and Redge's niece to Jackson Hole, Wyoming, a couple of weeks before school started. Redge's brother, Jamie, lives in Jackson, so they were having a bit of a family reunion. I stayed home to finish school shopping and what not. They hadn't been gone 24 hours when Redge called and asked, "Guess where we are?" I responded, "The hospital." He was shocked that I guessed correctly.

Redge proceeded to tell me that Taite not only broke her hand, but was on her way to surgery. I called our good friends, the Becks, to see if they could spare one of their six kids to ride along with me so I wouldn't have to drive alone. Paula, the good friend that she is, totally revamped her entire weekend schedule to accompany me to Jackson Hole. Just as Paula and I were leaving, Redge called to tell us the doctors deemed surgery unnecessary, and he would bring home the kids the next morning, so Paula and I should just stay put. I agreed because it was already after 7PM, and Jackson is 5 hours drive. I'm sure the Becks were grateful to have Paula home rather than traveling with me, but they never said a single word about it. They were only concerned for Taite. The Becks are so great! I'm so grateful for that family!

Poor Reece, he saw the whole thing happen. They were out hiking, and Reece was up ahead of the younger kids. Taite yelled to him to wait for him. He turned around and stopped for her. As she was bounding toward him, Taite tripped over one rock, and landed on another. Reece said, "I was right there. I saw it happen, and I heard it happen." Taite's pinkie was perpendicular to her other fingers. I've tried uploading her x-rays, but can't. I'll try again later.

Taite was splinted in Jackson Hole, and casted 10 days later by her regular doctor, who, by the way, has now casted 6 bones in our family. Last Monday Taite had an appointment with Dr. Christensen in hopes of cast removal, but sadly, no. Well, she did have the blue cast removed, but only to be replaced by one of bright pink. Dr. Christensen said it is healing, but it's still broken. She has at least 3 more weeks in a cast, and probably a splint after that.

She broke it through the growth plate, so chances are the bottom joint of her right pinkie will most likely stay the size it is now for the rest of her life. It's not a huge deal because it is just one joint, and when measuring hers against mine there is minute difference. Plus, it is her dominant hand which tends to be the larger of the two, so her pinkies may be exactly the same size. However, if the right pinkie is smaller than the left she is perfectly fine with that, too, because, she explained, "My pinkie will totally match Uncle Jeff's!"

To Everything There is a Season

2008-08-20T12:25:00.004-06:00

My mom, the ultimate book collector~ second only to my dad, gave me this book in 2001. I love it! She knows, as do many (especially my Mia Maids from the Grand Canyon Ward~ Courtney & Whitney Fall, Whitney "June" Durkin, Jade & Lauren Ozawa, Sammi Fay Baker Sneed, Whitney Thompson, and of course Emily McIntyre) how much I love the scriptures found in the third chapter of Ecclesiastes. (A little shout out to Michelle Bocchino here because she, too, has always found peace in these verses.) My mom's inscription reads, "Lyndee, I've always loved, loved these verses and know you enjoy them, too. Love, Mom"

I had to pull this book from the shelf this week to read it once again as at this time I enter into many different seasons.

First and foremost... I have entered into a season of appreciation for Martin Luther King, Jr. Now don't get me wrong. He's a great man, but I can't see how he did any more for me and my civil rights than did Joseph Smith and/or Brigham Young. I do indeed pay homage to Doctor King, but the hoopla regarding naming an interstate connected street in every major city for the him is in my mind a bit silly, and I think Martin Luther King, Jr. would agree. I digress... At any rate, I too had a dream.

I had a dream that there would come a day that my children's toys would find places where they were comfortable. Places in my children's play areas, far from the adult gathering areas. Places where toys are free to be toys, and free from the threat of being yelled at, stepped on, or thrown by frustrated adults who have no appreciation for such nonsense. I had a dream that once these toys were placed in their own homes they would stay there for more than 3 minutes before finding themselves cluttered about where they do not belong.

I had a dream that I would one day be able to clean one room of my home, leave said room for more than 30 seconds, return and find the room in the exact state in which I had last seen it.

I had a dream that I would experience a period of 2 hours without hearing a single argument from my children, and enjoying silence from the x-box.

I had a dream that I would be able to walk through my home without sticking to the floor, stepping over dirty clothes, be able to see the kitchen counters, and open a pantry door without finding the bag of bread open and every slice dried to the state of being large, flat croutons.

I had a dream that I could wash, fold, and put away laundry all in one day while watching whatever I want on television!

Brothers and sisters, that day has arrived! My baby, my little Arthur, my large headed white child, has entered the first grade! I have 6 hours everyday to myself! I get to choose what to listen to, watch, do, think, say, and find things just as I left them! I am here to tell you dreams do come true! Freedom is a reality!

The school bell rings, and it is the bell of freedom! And I say, "Let freedom ring!" Yes, I am free! Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, I am free at last!

Now, for my disclaimer... I love my children. Very, very much! Every single bit of them.

I also find myself coming close to the end of gardening season. Of course there are always things to do for the garden: compost, trim, turn dirt, start seeds, plant bulbs, etc., but with it now being harvest time I see my time outside waning. So, I know enter my favorite season. The Reading Season. My Heavenly Father loves me! I know he does, and here's why. I don't like snow. I don't like cold weather. I don't like being far from my parents, siblings, and extended family during the holidays, but Heavenly Father has given me the gift of loving, no not just loving, but more a ravenous need to devour the written word. So, while the snow flies, and the wind howls I curl up with my kids, Redge, or by myself and read for months on end. Its absolutely euphoric to me, and my eyes roll back in my head now as I just think about it.

In the olden days I wasn't overly picky about my readings, but I've learned I don't have time to read everything so I must be choosy. On my computer monitor is a sticky note which reads one of my favorite Brigham Young quotes, "Should our lives be extended to 1,000 years, still we may live and learn." I want to know everything! I can't learn it all now, but I know whatever I can get now gives me a head start for my next estate. I know this because in Doctrine and Covenants 130:18-19 we read, "Whatever principle of intelligence we attain unto in this life, it will rise with us in the resurrection. And if a person gains more knowledge and intelligence in this life through his diligence and obedience than another, he will have so much the advantage in the world to come."

So, over the next few months I will share with you some of my favorite readings. I do use the website goodreads.com so you can look at some of the things I've read. It's a very condensed list. I have not entered everything I've read, nor have I yet listed my entire library. I'll work on it, but for now it's merely a work in progress, and I don't have to finish it all today because I've got an entire season to work on it. And, more importantly, who care if I don't finish?

The Garden

2008-08-20T11:29:00.005-06:00

Three weeks ago Reece and his friend, Jesse, took several pictures of our garden. I want to share with you all the fruits and vegetables of our labors. (I know~ that was horrible.)

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Curious George the Complete Works by Margaret Rey

2008-08-20T11:20:00.002-06:00

My friend, Susan, bought this for my oldest son, Reece, before he was even born. All four of my children have loved it, but my youngest, Arthur, is especially enamored with the naughty little monkey (probably because he has an uncle named "George," and my husband calls our children his "Monkeys." Arthur, now in first grade, still loves to curl up with me and this fabulous classic. The stories are lengthy, longer than than the abridged versions available now, but that's just so much the better! This complete compilation of the original versions is absolutely perfect for a rainy day, or to be read over several days. Reading with my kids is my absolute favorite pasttime, and as my kids get older it's hard to find books they all enjoy. This one spans years, ages, and genders. I wish Margaret Rey was still alive so I could tell her, "Thank you! Thank you so much for writing a book that makes my very important job as a mom so much easier because I know how much reading with my kids helps them in their lives!" But, since she has passed away, may she rest in peace, I have only to thank Susan for knowing and loving my family so much, and being wise enough to give us this amazing piece of literature that has now become a family tradition.

Books, Books, Books!

2008-08-05T13:58:00.002-06:00

WE NEED BOOKS! Reece is currently working on his Eagle Scout Project, and he needs books! He's collecting books for the library at his school, Rockwell Charter High School, that opens in two weeks. Rockwell is a public school, and serves grades seven through twelve. Because this is the first year we are running short on library funds, and we are begging for all book donations~ including elementary age books because there will be "story time" for younger children.

If you have any books to donate to our cause please, please, please let me know. You can either leave a message here, email me, call our home, or my cell to arrange a time for Reece to pick them up from you. If you prefer to drop them off at my home that's fine, too. If you're in Las Vegas, and you're interested in donating NEVER FEAR! You can drop them to my parents, one of my siblings, or just let me know, and when we're in Vegas for Mo's baby's blessing Reece and I will set up a time to get them from your homes.

Thanks so much for all your help!

Atoning Lesson from the Garden

2008-07-26T10:22:00.000-06:00

So, as you have probably figured out, I do my best thinking when working in my yard/garden. I spent a VERY LONG time working in my yard the other day. I thought a lot about the line between defending God and myself, and how best to deal with such situations.

There lives in our neighborhood a child who sometimes chooses to be less kind than the average little girl. Taite often catches the brunt of this child's unkind words and actions. I've watched as Taite has sat back dumbfounded when the little girl has said, "Go away, Taite. You're not with us." Taite just doesn't get it. I see Taite trying to work through it in her mind just sure that she misheard the other girl because NO ONE talks that way!

It's been four years now of Taite being uneasy around this little girl. Taite is not the only one to suffer little hurts caused by this child. Taite has often come home from church telling me of instances when this little girl has caused other children to cry. But I think we've found a solution! I remembered hearing a story of President Spencer W. Kimball asking an unknown man to watch his words.

"In the hospital one day I was wheeled out of the operating room by an attendant who stumbled, and there issued from his angry lips vicious cursing with a combination of the names of the Savior. Even half-conscious, I recoiled and implored: 'Please! Please! That is my Lord whose names you revile.'"

I also thought of the story Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin told in General Conference this past April.

"I remember when I was young, there was an older boy who was physically and mentally disabled. He had a speech impediment and walked with difficulty. The boys used to make fun of him. They teased and taunted him until sometimes he would cry.
I can still hear his voice: 'You’re not kind to me,' he said. And still they would ridicule him, push him, and make jokes about him. One day I could bear it no longer. Although I was only seven years old, the Lord gave me the courage to stand up to my friends. 'Don’t touch him,” I said to them. “Stop teasing him. Be kind. He is a child of God!'"

I also remember reading of the Savior defending a harlot in the streets just before she was stoned to death. In John 8:6-7 we read the Savior's reaction,

"But Jesus stooped down, and with his finger awrote on the ground, as though he heard them not. So when they continued asking him, he lifted up himself, and said unto them, He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her."

I have realized that truth is truth no matter what. No matter where it is stated. No matter by whom. Truth must be declared, and untruth must be dispelled. However, as in each aforementioned example it can be done in kind ways. I love that President Kimball started his with not once, but twice imploring, "Please." I like that Elder Wirthlin didn't retaliate with rude comments, insults, or unkind accusations. He merely reminded the other boys of the infinite worth of each of us. And, finally, with our Master I love the many lessons we learn from his experience. He pauses before speaking, and thus teaches us to think before reacting. He writes in the sand of the street, and thus teaches us that just like the words he is writing in the dust, all sins can disappear in the wind. He reminds the accusers that all men on Earth are incapabale of perfection, but as He does with the harlot, He can and will save us.

After thinking things over for a long time I sat down with Taite to discus how best to deal with the little girl in our neighborhood. I told her that we will all experience unkind things in our life, and we will intentionally and/or unintentionally cause pain to others. This is inevitable, and a part of Heavenly Father's plan for us. I reminded her that Jesus Christ was perfect, yet some very mean people chose to kill him. The Savior didn't do one single thing wrong, but was killed just the same. The big part of that is that He chose to forgive them. WOW!
In 3 Nephi 27:27 we read the Savior's words, "Therefore, what manner of men ought ye to be? Verily I say unto you, even as I am." I continued talking with Taite, and asked her what that means to her. We decided together that if we want to become like Christ we must try to live like Him, and even endure as He endured. I like the way Uncle Keith explained this in General Conference, October 2006.

"As we are called upon to endure suffering, sometimes inflicted upon us intentionally or negligently, we are put in a unique position—if we choose, we may be allowed to have new awareness of the suffering of the Son of God. While Alma tells us that Christ suffered all that any of us will ever have to suffer that He might know how to succor us, the reverse may also be true: that our suffering may allow us insight into the depth and magnitude of His atoning sacrifice."

Does this mean we allow others to bully and taunt us and/or anyone else around us? I don't think so. This is just my opinion, but I believe we are to stand for truth and righteousness no matter what.

Mosiah 18:9, "Yea, and are willing to mourn with those that mourn; yea, and comfort those that stand in need of comfort, and to stand as witnesses of God at all times and in all things, and in all places that ye may be in, even until death, that ye may be redeemed of God, and be numbered with those of the first resurrection, that ye may have eternal life—"

I think, if done with pure hearts and honest intentions we can kindly remind people of the divine heritage of each of us. I told Taite, "By simply putting your finger to your lips, and whispering, 'Shhhhh...' to the little girl whenever she tries to say something negative to anyone you will be reminding her and everyone else that we are all children of God. It will most likely put an end to any hurtful words. And nothing else need be said that may cause further pain."

The following Sunday Taite put our experiement to the test, and wouldn't you know... it worked perfectly!

Jesus the Christ

2008-07-24T10:36:00.034-06:00

These are just a few of my favorite quotes and pictures of Jesus Christ.

"Any criticism that The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints does not hold the contemporary Christian view of God, Jesus, and the Holy Ghost is not a comment about our commitment to Christ but rather a recognition (accurate, I might add) that our view of the Godhead breaks with post New Testament Christian history and returns to the doctrine taught by Jesus Himself." ~Jeffrey R. Holland~

"What shall we do with Jesus who is called Christ? Learn of him. Search the scriptures for they are they which testify of him. Ponder the miracle of his life and mission. Try a little more diligently to follow his example and observe his teachings." ~Gordon B. Hinckley~

"We long to be close to the Lord, for we know that He loves each of us and desires to encircle us 'eternally in the arms of his love' (2 Nephi 1:15). His touch can heal ailments spiritual, emotional, or physical. He is our Advocate, Exemplar, Good Shepherd, and Redeemer. Where else would we look, where else would we reach, where else would we come but to Jesus Christ, 'the author and finisher of our faith?' (Hebrews 12:2). "He pronounced: 'Yea, verily . . . , if ye will come unto me ye shall have eternal life. Behold, mine arm of mercy is extended towards you, and whosoever will come, him will I receive' (3 Nephi 9:14). His promise invites us not only to reach towards Him but also to take the all-important next step: to come unto Him."
~Anne C. Pingree~

"I testify that Jesus Christ is the literal, living Son of our literal, living God." ~Jeffrey R. Holland~

"I love the gospel of Jesus Christ, for it defines the way we can partake of the fruits of the gospel, experience the “exceedingly great joy” (1 Nephi 8:12) that only it can bring, and endure to the end through all of the challenges of mortal life."
~L. Tom Perry~

"And we talk of Christ, we rejoice in Christ, we preach of Christ, we prophesy of Christ, and we write according to our prophecies, that our children may know to what source they may look for a remission of their sins." 2 Nephi 25:26

As one of His Apostles, authorized to bear witness of Him, I solemnly testify that I know that the Savior lives, that He is a resurrected, glorified personage of perfect love. I witness that He gave His life that we might live with Him eternally. He is our hope, our Mediator, our Redeemer." ~Richard G. Scott~

"We are called upon to endure suffering, sometimes inflicted upon us intentionally or negligently, we are put in a unique position—if we choose, we may be allowed to have new awareness of the suffering of the Son of God. While Alma tells us that Christ suffered all that any of us will ever have to suffer that He might know how to succor us,the reverse may also be true: that our suffering may allow us insight into the depth and magnitude of His atoning sacrifice." ~Keith R. Edwards~

"I bear witness of the Lord Jesus Christ. He lives. He is our Redeemer and is our Savior. He presides over this Church. He is no stranger to His servants here, and as we move into the future with quiet confidence, His spirit will be with us."
~Boyd K. Packer~

"I marvel at His matchless power to heal. I testify of Jesus Christ as the Master Healer."

"Jesus suffered deeply because He loves us deeply! He wants us to repent and be converted so that He can fully heal us. 'When sore trials come upon us' it's time to deepen our faith in God, to work hard, and to serve others. Then He will heal our broken hearts. He will bestow upon us personal peace and comfort. Those great gifts will not be destroyed, even by death."
~Russell M. Nelson~

"I testify of God's love and the Savior's power to calm the storm. Always remember in that biblical story that He was out there on the water also. . . . Only one who has fought against those ominous waves is justified in telling us--as well as the sea--to 'be still' [Mark 4:39]. Only one who has taken the full brunt of such adversity could ever be justified in telling us in such times to 'be of good cheer' [John 16:33]." ~Jeffrey R. Holland~

"When we have faith in the Lord Jesus Christ, we must have trust in him. We must trust him enough that we are content to accept his will, knowing that he knows what is best for us. . . . When we try to develop faith in the Lord Jesus Christ rather than merely cultivating faith as an abstract principle of power, we understand the meaning of the Savior'swords: 'If ye will have faith in me ye shall have power to do whatsoever thing is expedient in me.'" ~Dallin H. Oaks~

"I express special gratitude to the Lord Jesus Christ. I am thankful for His loving-kindness and for His open invitation to come unto Him." ~Russell M. Nelson~

"[Jesus Christ] is a teacher of truth--but He is more than a teacher. He is the Exemplar of the perfect life--but He is more than an exemplar. He is the Great Physician--but He is more than a physician. He is the literal Savior of the world. . . . I testify to you that He lives and that through Him, we too shall live."
~Thomas S. Monson~

“This is the Lord's promise to me and to you, 'Peace I give unto you,' the Lord promises, 'not as the world giveth, give I unto you' (John 14:27). Peace. Strength. It is what we long for and what is possible. We only need to turn toward His reaching arms." ~Kathleen H. Hughes~

"Our Father in Heaven wants each of us to enjoy peace and happiness in mortal life. Our Master, Jesus Christ, and His prophets have taught how to have that peace and happiness, even in a world that is ever more challenging, with increasing conflict and an intense concentration of alluring temptations."
~Richard G. Scott~

"It has been fully established beyond all controversy . . . that the object of Christ's mission to the earth was to offer himself as a sacrifice to redeem mankind from eternal death, and that it was perfectly in accordance with the will of the Father that such a sacrifice should be made. He acted strictly in obedience to his Father's will in all things from the beginning, and drank of the bitter cup given him. Herein is brought to light, glory, honour, immortality, and eternal life, with that charity which is greater than faith or hope, for the Lamb of God has thereby performed that for man which [man] could not accomplish for himself." ~Wilford Woodruff~

"The Lord has mandated that this people get all the education they can. He has been very clear about this. . . . "
~Gordon B. Hinckley~

"On one occasion the ruler of the synagogue came to Jesus pleading for help for his dying daughter. While he yet spoke to the Master, those of the ruler's house came and said: 'Thy daughter is dead: why troublest thou the Master any further?' " 'As soon as Jesus heard the word that was spoken, he saith unto the ruler of the synagogue, Be not afraid, only believe' (Mark 5:35-36). "I commend those tremendous words to you. Be not afraid, only believe." ~Gordon B. Hinckley~

"There are times when you are fearful, when the stress and busyness of life seem to overwhelm you, when you feel adrift from the Spirit. Perhaps you even feel as though you have been abandoned. When I encounter those feelings, the best antidote is my memory of the moments when Christ's peace has come to strengthen me. . . . I invite you to remember with me what it is to feel the Lord's love in your life and to feel encircled in His arms." ~Kathleen H. Hughes~

"We, [the Lord's] daughters, need to know that He loves us. We need to know that He sees the good in us. Feeling His love encourages us to press forward, reassures us that we are His, and confirms to us that He cherishes us even when we stumble and experience temporary setbacks. . . "Our Heavenly Father loved us before we came to this earth. I know that He loves us, sisters, as does His Son, Jesus Christ. That love will never change--it is constant. You can rely on it. ~Bonnie D. Parkin~

"He is our Lord, our Redeemer, the Messiah, the King of Zion, the Rock of Heaven. He ransomed us with His blood."
~Boyd K. Packer~

"If you want to be near Him, to feel His peace, you can do it best in His service. He is the one who said: 'Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.' 'Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.' 'For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.'” ~Henry B. Eyring~

"Our Redeemer gave His life as a vicarious sacrifice for all men, and in so doing became our Savior." ~Gordon B. Hinckley~

"Your life is carefully watched over, as was mine. The Lord knows both what He will need you to do and what you will need to know. He is kind and He is all-knowing. So you can with confidence expect that He has prepared opportunities for you to learn in preparation for the service you will give." ~Henry B. Eyring~

"I'm impressed with the spirit and energy of so many of our members. Hearts are being touched and lives are being blessed. The work is moving forward in dynamic ways. . . . "The Lord in His infinite wisdom has designed His Church to operate with a lay ministry. That means we have been charged to watch over one another and to serve one another. We are to love one another as our Father in Heaven and the Lord Jesus Christ love us." ~M. Russell Ballard~

"The Divine Shepherd has a message of hope, strength, and deliverance for all. If there were no night, we would not appreciate the day, nor could we see the stars and the vastness of the heavens. We must partake of the bitter with the sweet. There is a divine purpose in the adversities we encounter every day. They prepare, they purge, they purify, and thus they bless." ~James E. Faust~

"Each of us will have our own Fridays--those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays. But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death--Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come. No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday will come. In this life or in the next, Sunday will come. I testify to you that the Resurrection is not a fable. We have the personal testimonies of those who saw Him. Thousands in the Old and New Worlds witnessed the risen Savior. They felt the wounds in His hands, feet, and side. They shed tears of unrestrained joy as they embraced Him." ~Joseph B. Wirthlin~

Princess Lyndee

2008-07-23T20:55:00.009-06:00

You'll see at the bottom of my blog a "Princess Test." I was really excited to find this, thanks to Becky Pili. When Quincy's family, Naomi & Christy, and my family went to California we all did the Disney Character Test at California Adventure. Quincy came up to me all smiling and happy. He had that look of humble pride. You know, when something really sweet has happened. Something you suspected, and even expected, but when it actually takes place it totally hits you right in the heart. He said, "Naomi got Cinderella." Quincy and Naomi really like each other. They really like me, too, but they really like each other, and they understand one another without having to ever question, "From which planet do you come? I know we don't have the same parents." They often question their biological connection to me. I'm 100% okay with this. At any rate, I immediately & HONESTLY responded to Quincy's remark regarding Naomi being Cinderella with, "So did I!" I've never seen Quincy look so shocked! It took a second for Quincy to return to Earth, but once he did he asked, "How many times did you have to take the test, and how many lies did you tell?" I think he was expecting my character to be something more along the lines of...

But come now, if I'm going to be a witch I'm certainly not going to go with a Disney witch. I'm going to go all the way with Elphaba. After all, green is my favorite color.

Baby Ryder

2008-07-20T10:55:00.003-06:00

My good friend, Holly Wattles, just became a Grandma! Holly has the cutest family ever! I trained Holly and her daughter, Ashley, when I was in Vegas. I also tutored another of Holly's daughters, Courtney. Holly has 3 other children: Nick, Megan, and Carlie. I miss them all very much, but luckily they will all be moving to Provo very soon! At any rate, Ashley and her husband, Brad, have just welcomed their first baby to their home! I received the following email and picture yesterday...

He was 5 1/2 weeks early. He weighed 5lbs 2oz. He's 18" long. He has black hair. He's PERFECT IN EVERY WAY! He could have stayed in the oven a little longer but he's doing great. They will probably keep him about a week. His lungs need to finish developing and he needs to start eating. But he's on track for his age. Mom and dad are doing great also! As for me... This gramma thing is AMAZING!!!!! Ashley was in Arizona for a baby shower Brads' family was giving her. I was supposed to fly down at 10:00 this morning from Utah. I got a call around 4:30am (AZ time) from Brad that they were at the hospital. I headed down there as soon as I could about 2 1/2 hours later. They called me just as we were getting up in the air to say he was born at 6:33am (I believe). What an exciting day! He's such a little miracle! Love, Gramma Holly

I HATE CATS!!!

2008-07-17T12:23:00.004-06:00

I hate cats! I really do. For a few minutes~ when I very first moved here~ I thought I liked them, but I was wrong. We tried adopting a cat, which I named, "Elvis." It didn't work out. He was only around for two days. I don't like cats. I HATE THEM! (Sorry, Michelle, no offense.) Our neighbors, bless their hearts, (I like to say, "bless their hearts" because then I can say whatever else I want, but it won't sound mean.) At any rate, our neighbors have 2 adult, female cats that have both recently littered, literally littered. Our neighborhood is a mess! Completely littered with millions of unwanted cats! The neighbors now have over 20 cats! These cats seem attracted to my house, and won't leave us alone! YUCK!!! I went to get in my car, and there were 8 cats in my garage! Every single time we open our garage there are cats inside, and more waiting outside just ready to pounce on in and join all their naughty, little, feline siblings and cousins. I'm losing my mind! Besides all that they are using my backyard as a litter box! I'm sick! My entire neighborhood smells like cat! I'm afraid I'm going to have to notify the authorities!

Ballantyne Reunion 2008

2008-07-09T16:16:00.014-06:00

I hosted the 2008 Ballantyne Family Reunion. My mom's maiden name is Ballantyne, and the reunion was held for her, and her brother & sister. We had a pretty good attendence. Aunt Mary and Yvonne's family represented the Berry's. My parents, Jeff's family, as well as my own were here from Edwardsville. Uncle Jack didn't join us, but Auntie Ann and all of their children's families were here. It was really fun! Thursday night Aunt Mary, Yvonne, and Yvonne's kids: David, Gracie, and Ruby came to my house to visit. My parents stayed with us that night, as did Jeff's 3 oldest kids. Jeff and Marci had Ari and Arthur sleep in their hotel room with the two of them. Friday morning we all met in Provo for the 4th of July parade and festivities.
I had a tough time holding spots for my entire family, and I unintentionally made a few people see fireworks in their own minds due to rising frustration levels. The last group to give me trouble was a family of hispanic decent. Before the parade was over I asked some of the teenagers to help me carry blankets to the park so we could find an area large enough to accomodate our group.
Upon arrival we placed blankets, chairs, and bags in the area of two city placed umbrellas. There were not many people around, and there had to be a dozen umbrellas available. A couple of cousins were laying in the grass, I was reading, some were sitting in chairs, and a few were playing catch with a football. My niece said, "Lyndee, they're moving our stuff!" I sat up, and said, "Hey, excuse me, that is our stuff." The man in charge replied, "Well, we're moving it." I then walked toward them saying, "Come on, I left the parade early to get a big enough place for my family."
I pointed to other available umbrellas and continued, "There are other umbrellas, and there is a lot of free space."
The same man who spoke crystal clear English just 30 seconds earlier looked straight at me and said, "We don't speak English."
Trying very hard to keep my composure, I replied,
"Well, it's the 4th of July in America, and I think everyone should speak English here today!" They quickly gathered their things and found an unoccupied umbrella on the opposite end of the park. That night Redge and I were privileged with the opportunity of hosting 16, yep that's right, SIXTEEN KIDS! Scott 18, Kara 15, Katie 15, Alyssa 15, Laura 13, Reece 13, April 13 (almost), Karlee 12, Michael 11, Jacob 10, Alyssa the 2nd 10, Seth 9, Makenzie 8, Taite 8, Ari 6, and Arthur 6. Saturday Night we had the same group sleep at our home minus Ari, Jacob, and Michael. The kids were great, and it was so fun to watch all the cousins just playing rockband and having so much fun together. Saturday we spent the entire day at my community's clubhouse, pavilion, lake, and pool. Jeff brought his lake trampoline, and it was definitely put to good use. Jeff and my parents also brought their dutch ovens and cooked for us!
Marci and my mom worked really hard right along side their husbands, cooking over the coals so we could have the famous Edwards dutch oven chicken and potatoes! It was fabulous!
It was fun to watch Taite and her girl cousins laying out and playing games on the deck of the clubhouse.
Sadly everything had to come to an end. My parents and Jeff's family had to go back to Vegas. Carl, Lisa, and their boys drove home to Modesto, CA, early Sunday morning, and his girls flew out yesterday.
Johnny and his family headed back to California with Auntie Ann.
Connie's ballerinas had to get back to their dance studios, and Scott is preparing for Utah State.

Redge Reece ~ Eric Reece

2008-07-08T07:11:00.003-06:00

Questions and comments often arise regarding the age gap between Reece and Seth. "Gosh, you have several years between the first two kids, and the last three are very close!" Yep, you are all correct. There are four years between first two; twelve months, twelve days between the second two; and just over two years between the last two. This happend for many reasons. While living in Vegas these questions and comments occurred less often, but since moving to Utah, and especially since Reece has outgrown Redge the strange looks, questioning eyes, etc. are far more frequent. Just the other day I overheard a little boy in our neighborhood tell my kids and few others that Reece is adopted. There have been several questions regarding, "Reece's 'real' dad" as opposed to Redge.

I think I have figured out why this happens. No one here in Utah knows I was married to Redge over a year before Reece was born. Very few people in Utah know that my brothers are big old guys. Nor were the people in Utah around when I realized I was pregnant with Taite, and what a huge "surprise" it was to have babies just over a year apart.

A couple of weeks ago Redge was horribly sick. The flu went through Taite, Seth, Reece, and finally hit Redge. After five days of ickiness the High Priest Group Leader & the Elders' Quorum President stopped by our home to administer to Redge. Our friend, Brad, the HPGL, stepped up to annoint, and in so doing, asked Redge his full name. Redge replied, "Redge Reece Hudson." Under my breath I interjected, "Pretty much dispels those,'Reece must have different dad,' rumors, huh?"

Change and the Virtue of the Word

2008-07-02T12:37:00.004-06:00

I just opened my July Ensign, and was so excited to find an article by my Uncle Keith on page fifty-four! Keith R. Edwards is my dad's youngest brother. He's only the youngest by a few minutes due to being an identical twin. Uncle Karl is the other twin, and Uncle Mahlon is the oldest, placing my dad at number two. (However, in my eyes he's #1~ check out the picture of him flexing!)

Gigante Unwanting

2008-06-23T08:00:00.002-06:00

It happened. He's been weighed, he's been measured, and he's been found unwanting. Reece has outgrown Redge. As of yesterday's weigh in and measure up: Eric Reece Hudson, at age 13 years, 3 months, and 15 days, is 5'8" and 183.5 lbs; Redge Reece Hudson, at 37 years, 1 month, and 20 days, is 5'8" and 181.5 lbs.

Marriage Tag (Becky Pili)

2008-06-20T16:24:00.004-06:00

This is a fun tag, and I tag Michelle, Anna, Annie, Jenn, Nikki, Marissa, Sherrie, Downtown, Becky, Julie, Debbie, Jess, Kacey, Kim, and Lisa. Let's go, Ladies, I'll be watching your blogs!

How long have you been married? 14 years, February 26, 1994

How old is your spouse? Just turned 37, and still looks like he did in college, except for the gray in his hair, and that only makes him more handsome!

Who eats more? He does. I think.

Who said I love you first? I did. Because I love him more than he loves me!

Who is taller? He is by 6.5"

Who sings better? Neither of us have any talent for singing.

Who is smarter? I think we're equally yoked in the intelligence department. My advantage is my memory. He definitely has more common sense. I'm more emotional, and he's far more rational.

Who controls the T.V. remote? We share.

Whose temper is worse? Medicated or unmedicated?

Who does the laundry? I wash, fold, and put away mine, Redge's, and Arthur's. Seth and Taite put away their own. Generally, Redge hangs up our hang up clothes. Thanks to "Duty to God" Reece does all his own! Woo-hoo! How much longer until Seth and Arthur are 12???

Who does the dishes? The kids are supposed to. Arthur unloads, Taite loads, Seth does the table, and Reece does clean up. However, Redge has no patience, and often just does it to have it done. When it comes to my kids getting their chores done I have the patience of Job.

Who cooks dinner? Redge and Reece. They like to do it together. However, due to my choice in cutting back my outside activities I'm going to start cooking. Really! Don't laugh! I am going to start cooking! I am!

Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? I guess if we have to choose sides I sleep on the right side of the bed. At least that's where all my "stuff" is. We don't always sleep on the same sides.

Who is more stubborn? Are you kidding me? We're both donkeys!

Who is the first to admit they're wrong? Redge, and it's not because he's always wrong.

Whose parents do you see the most? Mine. But, Marney lives closer, and she just retired from teaching kindergarten, so we hope to see more of her.

Who has more friends? I have more friends in Vegas, but he has far more friends here in Utah. He has become more outgoing. He meets more people than I. He's more involved civically, knows many people through work, and deals with a lot of people at church. I'm a recluse.

Who has more siblings? Me. I have 3 of each: Jeff, Naomi, Quincy, Melinda, Jennifer, and Eric. Redge has only one brother, Jamie.

Who wears the pants in the family? Definitely Redge!!! From the outside it looks as if I am the boss (I am more vocal and stubborn.) However, once you get to know us it's obvious that I prefer Redge running the show. This works out well because he likes it that way, too.

Righteous Desires

2008-06-20T15:00:00.005-06:00

Several months ago I began the process of applying for the librarian position at Rockwell High School. I was offered the position, and not long after I declined. A friend of mine emailed me today to ask why I declined. This is my response.

I turned down the library position for several reasons:

1~ No matter how I manage it~ working does inconvenience my family i.e. ~ scouts, dance, sports, piano lessons.

2~ When kids are sick they need their moms.

3~ I have to exercise. It is vital for my brain. I know that daily exercise is as important as daily scripture study. I have to do this for my sanity, and for the sake of my family. Reece notices my attitude change when I exercise. This is something that takes time, and time I don't have if I work.

4~ I really want to be a homemaker. Cooking, cleaning, sewing, nurturing, gardening, canning, teaching, etc. I can't do this the way I would like if I'm working.

5~ I want to be the wife Redge deserves.

6~ I want to build stronger relations with my relatives~ living and dead.

7~ Volunteering at the school is completely different from working at the school. In order to be the Mom/Wife/Disciple/Lyndee I want to be I can't commit to be anywhere other than my home at any point of any day.

8~ I want more free time with my kids. I don't want to be scheduled, scheduled, scheduled! I want my kids to have more free time to them to decide what it is they enjoy doing, with whom they enjoy playing, and discovering for themselves who they are inside by divine nature.

9~ I don't want my kids to be afraid to ask me a question, ask for my help, or ask for my attention because I'm so busy with school stuff that I answer with a snippy voice and/or tell them, "Shhhhh," "Not now," "Can't you see I'm busy?" "What?" "Ask Dad," and/or "When I'm done here."

Basically it comes down to this; James E. Faust said, "Our most holy places are our sacred temples. In addition to temples, surely another holy place on earth ought to be our homes." I don't think I can be the person who can create a temple like home if I'm too concerned with work. I don't think I have the time necessary to create a temple-like home if I have a job.

*Please note: I do not want to, anticipate doing, and/or should do all of the above now and/or all at the same time. Three projects at a time are all I can handle. For those of you who grasped this basic concept decades ago (which is most of my friends and relatives) I know you're already doing so much of this, and I appreciate your example and patience as I begin my own endeavor of "trying."

I wish I could handle more than I can. I wish I could accept the librarian position. I look at people like Naomi, Jenny Dipko, Becky Pili, Wyndee De Grey who are able to work, and maintain heathly, happy, gospel centered homes. This is beyond my current abilities. So, for now I'm at home. And, this is a good decision for me. I have not had a moment of regret since emailing the principal declining his offer! I feel such peace! I am very excited about all I now get to do because of my choice!

This whole experience testifies to me the truthfulness of the gospel:

1~ We are taught as Young Women to make wise choices in order to become a desirable wife. We're encouraged to get educations, learn to learn, learn to nurture, and learn companionship & discipleship. We're taught of the honor and responsibility of being women, wives, and mothers.

2~ We're taught to choose wisely a husband. A man committed to the gospel and his family.

3~ We're taught our entire lives of a living Father and Savior who love each of us, know each of us by name, and a Holy Spirit who whispers these truths to us.

4~ We're taught that by believing in these 3 beings we can go to our Heavenly Father and be answered!

5~ We are taught that our Father speaks to us not only through the Holy Ghost, but also through a living prophet.

6~ By following the teachings of our prophets we can live in faith, fearing nothing!

I have tried everyday of my life to remember my Savior. Don't get me wrong here. Just because I've tried, doesn't mean I've been successful. Many days I set out to think, say, and do only that which Jesus Christ would have me do, but then other things seem far more glittery and enticing. Nevertheless, the truths taught by my parents always take hold, and I remember. Because my parents continue to teach me, I do my best to obey. My desires bless me every day of my life. As mentioned previously and often, I married the best man EVER! I did choose wisely. (Sadly, my chose was more wise than Redge's.) I married a man committed to the Gospel of Jesus Christ, as well as his family. He supports us financially, spiritually, and emotionally. I'm grateful for the knowledge, both spiritual and temporal (although there probably isn't really a dividing line between the two, Brigham Young said,
"We cannot separate the temporal from the spiritual, but they must go hand in hand,"
and in Doctrine and Covenants 29:34-35 we read,
"Wherefore, verily I say unto you that all things unto me are spiritual, and not at any time have I given unto you a law which was temporal; neither any man, nor the children of men; neither Adam, your father, whom I created. Behold, I gave unto him that he should be an agent unto himself; and I gave unto him commandment, but no temporal commandment gave I unto him, for my commandments are spiritual; they are not natural nor temporal, neither carnal nor sensual")that I have gained throughout my life. I am grateful for my divinely given gift of hungering and thirsting after righteousness and knowledge. I study the way I do because it is innate to me. It is a gift of the spirit. (Quite noticeably, I'm still praying for the gift of charity.) I'm grateful for the knowledge I daily gain from Redge, my kids, books, scriptures, prophets, parents, siblings, friends, and the Holy Ghost. This perpetually gained knowledge helps me become the Lyndee I want to be. I'm grateful for the desire within me to be a Righteous Woman. I am very grateful for my husband, kids, friends, family, and Savior who are so patient with me as I have not yet accomplished this. I am so grateful for the answers of prayers, which help my faith to grow.

This whole gospel thing is true! Every bit of it! I know the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is true. I know Jesus Christ is my Savior and Redeemer. I know He lives! I know He is my elder brother, and He lives with our living Heavenly Father. I know the two of them know my heart, my pains, my intentions, my happiness, and my sorrows. They know my name! They know me! They love me! I know my Heavenly Father hears and answers every prayer. I know the Book of Mormon is true, as is the Bible, the Doctrine & Covenants, and the Pearl of Great Price. I know the importance of studying the pages of these books, and asking my Father in Heaven how to apply them in my life. I know Joseph Smith was a true prophet of God, sent to Earth at a specific time, with the specific duty of restoring and organizing the Church of Jesus Christ in its fullness. I know he was divinely inspired, and lead the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in the ways desired and directed by Jesus Christ. I know Thomas S. Monson is a true and living prophet of God. I know he was called of God to lead all who listen along the road to returning home to live eternally with our Father and Savior, Jesus Christ. I know these things because the Holy Ghost tells me it is so, and there is no arguing truth. It is true I tell you, every little bit.

Gardening Lesson #3

2008-06-16T12:05:00.002-06:00

Last week I missed three days of working in the yard/garden. I watered the vegetables, but the weeds and the front yard were left to their own natural instincts. Not such a great idea. I generally spend a couple of hours each day working outside, more if I can justify it. However, last week Redge and I actually cleaned the office, we had book club, and it was Rockwell's spirit week. So, sadly I neglected my outdoor projects.

Finally, Saturday I found some time to try and get caught up a little bit. WOW!!! I won't be skipping 3 days again! Not only did I have tons of weeds, but, I had tons of dead blooms to pinch, millions of sticks to pick up from our neighbors twisty willow, bent flowers to reinforce, and a couple of yellowing spots in the grass that needed some special attention. What generally takes 2 hours to do on a daily basis is still not complete due to my neglect. I worked for 3 hours on Saturday, and I have several hours of work awaiting me today. I won't be ignoring my garden like that anytime soon!

Yep, you guessed it. Another analogy. I realized my relationship with my Savior and Redge is a lot the same as my relationship with my garden. When I place my garden as priority I am able to easily stay on top of what needs to be done. I can accomplish my chores in a reasonable amount of time. I also get so much from my garden. I love being in the front yard watching Redge and the kids play football, soccer, frisbee, baseball, etc. while I water, weed, and work among the flowers. My flowers and green lawn make me happy. I don't know why. I can't really explain it, but it just makes me happy. Being outside soothes me. As we all know, I'm a bit of a spaz. I have many problems. I know I do. I can admit it. But, being outside does something for me. It calms me. It lifts me. It makes me a better Lyndee. In addition to what I get "now" from outdoor work, it is also a huge investment in the future. Everytime I come in from outside I think things like, "Woo-hoo! By thinning and spreading my irises, next year I will have even more color in the yard!" "That was so fun swapping some of my overgrown flowers with some of Jen's overgrown flowers. We had such a good chit chat, and now next year our yards will both be more beautiful!" "I'm so glad I finally have the entire garden planted! I can't wait for harvest time!" Yep, there is much to be gained from consistent work in my yard.

There is also much to be gained from consistent work at my relationship with my Savior. You know that feeling when you go to get in bed at night, and you realize you didn't read scriptures that day? I know this feeling all too well. I'm so tired, I just want to lay down. I lay in bed weighing the consequences of not studying my scriptures and/or praying, and then I began to remember the events of the day. I see it like a movie. I yelled at Taite for not loading the dishes before my visiting teachers arrived, I slammed the door because Arthur forgot to close it on his way to Caleb's, I'm short with Seth when he asks me again to explain a math problem, I freak out when I see that Reece did a load of wash with only 3 items of clothes so he could wear a specific pair of shorts the following day to school because it's free dress day, and I pout when Redge comes home late from work. I realize that if I had just taken the time to sit and study my scriptures as I should have done things probably would have gone quite differently. But, instead I rationalized, "I just need to get this load of laundry in, I'll read right after that." "I'll study my scriptures as soon as I make my bed." "I promised the kids I would take them swimming, I'll read as soon as we're back." Then, as I'm trying to crawl into bed I feel guilty that my choices effected my entire family. You see, scripture study does to me what my flowers do for me. It makes me happy. Studying my scriptures soothes me, calms, and lifts me. It makes me a better Lyndee. I feel sheepish as I kneel down, repent, and ask for more strength tomorrow because now I'm stuck playing catch up. I need to gain what I lost. Apologize to the kids, get back on track, etc. Basically, pull the weeds that grew by not remembering my Savior, pick up the sticks left by the my own howling wind, and like my bent flowers in my garden~ I need to reinforce my love for my kids. Luckily, kids seem to forgive like the Savior. They accept my repentance, and are always willing to start over. There's no need to mention the investment in my future made by consistent scripture study and meaningful prayer.

Even more importantly, I find myself neglecting Redge. A week ago last Saturday, after being at Youth Conference for several days, Redge came home to a messy house. I kept apologizng for the mess, and he finally said, "Please stop talking about the house. Just tell me you're glad to have me home." Of course, the ideal scenario would be that he came home to clean house, bathed children, and a yummy dinner. However, all he wanted was a bit of my time. Just like my garden and the Savior, all Redge needs is some attention. What would it be like if everytime I heard the garage door open (knowing it's Redge) I left whatever I was doing, and ran to greet him with a hug and a kiss? As it is now, Redge hunts me down to greet me. What if the table were set for dinner, and at least the family room was picked up? What if I had some nice music playing for him (this isn't soothing for all husbands, but music does for Redge what gardening does for me)? What if I occasionally asked Redge on a date, or to go for a walk instead of waiting for him to take care of all that stuff? I'm thinking I would find that consistent cultivation of my reltionship with Redge would bring me peace, comfort, and happiness. I'm sure seeing my pretty flowers wouldn't be able to compare to the happiness in my life if every day for two hours I placed Redge as my number one priority.

Another Week Without Reece

2008-06-16T11:55:00.003-06:00

Reece left today for a week at Scout Camp. I miss him already. I regress when he's not here. He keeps me on my toes. He's such a good example in our home. Last night Redge stopped by the home of one of his counselor's to discuss some final details regarding the boys. Redge thanked Brother Harley for attending Scout Camp, and Brother Harley responded, "No, thank you. Your son makes my job a lot easier! Reece is aces! He's a positive influence on the other boys, and when he's around the dynamic instantly changes."

Several years ago Naomi cross stitched for our mom the scripture found in 3 John 1:4, "I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth." What a profound statement! I testify that this true! As it is with every single parent reading this right now, I find such happiness, gratitude, and relief when other adults say things like Kevin Harley did last night. You all know what I'm talking about. We've all had many opportunities to hear praises sung regarding our own children.

However, I do need to comment that I am the first to realize the imperfections in my children. Reece left without cleaning his bathroom, and now I'm stuck doing it for him! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!! I hate cleaning boys' bathrooms! YIKES!

Gardening Tips by Lyndee

2008-06-06T16:40:00.000-06:00

So, you're probably getting the impression I spend a lot of time in the garden. I do. As much time as I can justify. I'm pretty new at the vegetable end of gardening, and I am learning so much! This week I learned 3 valuable lessons:

1~ Farmers wear boots, not flip-flops, for several reasons. These reasons include: boots keep rocks from hurting feet; boots don't get stuck in mud, pulled off feet by mud, swallowed by mud~ never to be seen again; boots keep dirt out~ this is good be because wet garden dirt in flip-flops doesn't feel like wet beach sand; boots protect toes.

2~ 35 watermelon plants require A LOT of garden space.

3~ 75 pumpkin plants require more garden space than 35 watermelon plants.

Family Pictures

2008-06-02T14:13:00.000-06:00

We had family pictures taken recently. I think they turned out well, in that we all look exactly like we do in real life. Well, we are probably a little cleaner in the picture than we are normally. However, there are some aspects of the pictures that make Gayla and me laugh. Keep reading. You'll see what I mean.

Kisses

2008-06-02T14:10:00.002-06:00

This is my favorite of the pictures~ for obvious reasons. It was so cute when it was taken! All four of the kids were totally laughing! I love watching the four of them having fun together.

Super Imposed

2008-06-02T14:03:00.002-06:00

Gayla says this picture is freaky in that it looks like Reece has been super imposed. He also looks kind of like a giant. I can't even tell you how many funny looks we get with Reece. We are often questioned about his "real dad." Many people seem to think that Reece is my son from a previous marriage to an obviously huge man. I like telling these people that Reece is Redge's middle name, and all 4 kids have the same dad. Kinda funny.

The Hudson Team

2008-06-02T14:00:00.002-06:00

This picture cracks me up because it reminds me of the bus stop billboards in Las Vegas advertising husband/wife realtors. We are far too old to have it look like a wedding announcement.

In My Pretty Garden...

2008-06-01T21:30:00.002-06:00

I like to work outside. I especially love to work in the gardens. Flower or produce~ I don't care. Either one works for me. I much prefer yard work to house work. Anyone who visits my house can verify this information. When we bought this house 4 years ago there was red lava rock as ground cover throughout our planters. It looked pretty from the street, but that's where the beauty stops. My kids like to play outside, and the idea of running and hiding among the many bushes and trees in our planters is far too enticing. It doesn't bother me. It's their home, too. They are pretty good about avoiding my flowers, and flowers grow back. However, the red lava rock had to go! With all the running, slipping, sliding, hiding, etc., there seemed to be more rocks in my lawn than in the planters. So, I started throwing away all the rocks~ a few shovels at a time. After a couple of months the rocks were long gone. However, the disposal of said rocks added a new problem. During the disposal of the rocks many were spilled from the shovels, and landed in the lawn. This has created the job of rock digging. So, for the past 3 Summers I have spent endless hours digging endless rocks from what seems to be (only from this perspective)an endless lawn.

Our lawn is not the most beautiful in the neighborhood, however, it does look better than it did when we moved in to our home. While de-rocking my yard I found that wherever the lawn was yellow, weeds had grown, or the grass was thin there were little red lava rocks impeding the growth of my lawn! The grass tried to grow over it. The lawn did its very best to hide the rocks, but they were still there. It has taken forever to get rid of the rocks and weeds, and to get new grass to grow in the holes. There were times after I completed working for a day that I felt I had made the yard uglier than before, but I knew my yard would never have a chance until I removed every last rock. Without getting rid of the rocks the weeds would spread, and eventually take over the entire lawn. I had to make it look worse, put in more work, and in some places start completely over before it would ever get better. It's amazing to see the change in our yard as the grass has begun to fill in the holes where there used to be rocks.

There is a definite upside in this experience. I realized how these little rocks are similar to sins in my life. Due to weaknesses in my testimony little sins find their ways into my soul, burrow in, and try to take over the place. I know they're there, but I try to to ignore them. Just like my grass tried to grow over the top of the rocks, I try to grow beyond these little progress impeding sins. I try to pretend they don't exist, but then it starts to effect more than just my soul. I stop thinking about Christ~ because I'm afraid if I do think about Him I will be reminded of my hidden sins. It effects my outlook, my appearance, my personality, my relationships, and the person I am because my relationship with my Savior has dimmed. Finally, I realize the only way to really be the person I want to be is by ridding myself of the sins. And, just like my lawn, it requires a lot of time, patience, and hard work to de-sin myself. Sometimes it even feels I'm making it worse, but that's just an optical illusion. I really am getting better. In the long run, just like my yard, my soul and appearance are once again what they should be.

I'm so grateful for the knowledge that through the atonement I can earn forgiveness through the repentance process. What an amazing and beautiful gift!

T8 is GR8!

2008-06-01T20:51:00.006-06:00

I love my girl, Taite! She is so much fun! I love listening to her while she plays house. I love watching her play with her friends. She is a party waiting to happen.
I love listening to her read. I love watching her ride her bike.
My favorite thing about her is her ability to make and keep friends. Friday was the last day of school. I was invited to attend an awards' ceremony in Taite's classroom. Each student was given an award specific to his/her abilities and/or personality. Taite received the "Friendship Award." Mrs. Varner, Taite's teacher, told us that whenever she asks anyone, "Who's your best friend?" the answer is always, "Taite!" She continued telling us, "Taite is always chosen first to be a partner, the popcorn reader, or errand companion." I love this about her~ just as every mom loves the attributes of their own children.
I love watching Taite dance. I love watching her enjoy it. I love watching her get excited as she learns and masters new steps and techniques. Yesterday was Taite's Spring Dance Recital. She received the "Dancer of the Year Award." Neither of us had any idea it was coming! Her brothers were obviously very surprised! They know she dances. Of course they know. She dances all through the house, in front of the TV screen, on the way to answer the phone and/or door, etc. However, the guys didn't get that she really puts her little heart into it.
I love watching Taite with her brothers. I love watching her brothers with her.
When Taite is sick, scared, or hurt at school she always asks, "Can I just go find Reece or Seth?" That usually does the trick for her.
I love watching Taite with Christy and Mae, her cousins. Christy is Naomi's only daughter. Mae is Quincy's only daughter. They like to play, "Sisters." They are the only sisters they have. They talk about someday having sisters-in-law, but for now they are each others' sisters.
I'm so blessed to have my Taite. She makes me happy!

Disneyland!

2008-05-30T13:34:00.002-06:00

We had such a great time in California! Quincy's family and Naomi & Christy were with us!

Quincy and Mo have already emailed me their pictures, so I'll post them here. I'll try to get around to adding ours within the next few days.

When we travel we each buy a post card, and write on the back what we liked most about the trip.

We sat in the car on our way to the beach writing on our post cards while we were waiting for the gas tank to fill. (By the way... filling the gas tank was NOT Redge's favorite part of the trip.)

I handed Redge his post card, and he just sat looking at it, then he started laughing~ uncontrollably. I asked why he was laughing, and he answered, "There isn't enough room!" He proceeded to tell me EVERY single funny thing he and Quincy laughed about the entire trip. I love watching Quincy and Redge together. They are such good friends. That is a total blessing.

As for the kids, here's what they have to say...

Arthur, "We wit to diselind and mi faifthe was the sbas mawtin." This translates to, "We went to Disneyland, and my favorite was the Space Mountain." It's true. Our crazy Arthur rode Space Mountain at least 5 times!

Taite, "My favoite thing in Disneyland and California Adventure was the 2 water boat ones!"

Seth, "Some of my favorite rides are, Screamin' at California Adventure, Railroad, Indiana Jones, and Space Mountain at Disneyland."

Reece, "I went to Disneyland and California Adventure. I loved it! I had a boot so we rented a wheelchair. We got to go on the handicapped line. It was cool. the coolest was the Screamin' and Tower of Terror. I also like Splash Mountain and Matterhorn."

Century

2008-05-30T13:18:00.003-06:00

Jeff was here recently here. He came to visit with Mike Dickinson, Linda Taylor's husband. Redge, Jeff, and Mike went to Tooele to compete in the Ghost Town Riders' 2008 Century Bike Race. (A century bike race is 100 miles.) Jeff is an avid bike rider, and rides almost daily. Redge also rides several times a week. Redge was a bit anxious about the race because it was his first century. He didn't need to be nervous. He and Jeff both finished! Their total distance was 103 miles! I'm so proud of them! They were both wiped when they got back to our house, but not too exhausted to be excited about realizing what they had accomplished! I'm so proud of them! Plus, it was so great for me to see my husband accomplish this, and have a great time doing it with my brother. Redge said, "I don't think I could have done it, or had as much fun if I had attempted it with anyone besides Jeff."

Update Regarding Reece's Foot

2008-05-20T11:22:00.000-06:00

Reece’s cast was removed yesterday, however he was given a boot like Mom’s. He has to wear that for at least a week. He has to wear it at Disneyland and the beach. He can only have it off for sleeping and bathing. It looks like the bone calcified through the growth plate of one of his toes, so he may have one toe shorter than the others. The doctor told him he will have a promising career in the circus. Luckily, unlike the growth plates in his legs, which still show a large area for growth, his feet are almost completely full grown. He’s wearing a size 10, and the doctor doesn’t anticipate him growing beyond an 11. So, his toes won’t show much difference in size at all~ if any. The effected toe is the 4th toe, you know, the one that “has none.” In Reece’s case I guess it means it has “none height.” He’s a little bummed out, actually, the “little” is a complete understatement. He is so excited to go to the beach, but now he’s sad to have to wear the boot. I told him he can wear the boot in the water. I don’t care if it gets ruined. It’s worth it to me for him to have a good time with his cousins. Especially now that Caleb may join us! I told him if his foot starts bothering him while we’re at Disneyland/California Adventure we’ll just rent a wheelchair for the day. The good news is: the other 3 breaks have all healed nicely~ despite the fact that keeping him completely down for the past 5 weeks has been impossible. This is evident by the hole he created at the heal of his cast. When removing his cast the doctor found rolled up tinfoil, cotton balls, air soft bb’s, and sand. The doctor said he should be fine for football this Fall, but he is definitely out for soccer this Season.

Consealed Carrier's Permit

2008-05-20T11:21:00.003-06:00

My class was postponed. I don't want to talk about it.

Jeffrey R. Gochoco

2008-05-01T08:59:00.002-06:00

Jeff Gochoco came to visit! Jeff was my boss at the Q and at Red Rock Country Club. He's amazing! We all love him. He only stayed with us a couple of days, but it was so great to see him! We've known him for 13 years, and despite our relocation to Utah, and his back home to Pennsylvania, we've stayed in touch. Three years ago he began taking "The Discussions." Soon after that he was baptized. A Year later he received his endowments and spoke in Stake Conference~ all in the same weekend! His testimony is amazing! He's such a great person. He has been as long as I've known him. It was so great to have him in our home. Not to mention the fabulous thank you gift we received from him yesterday, a huge box from Honey Baked Ham full of what will be the very best Mother's Day Dinner EVER!!! I'm talking a ham and a turkey! Plus all the yummy extras! Thanks, Jeff! You're the best! We love you!

I Am Iron Man!

2008-05-01T08:44:00.003-06:00

Over the past two weeks I have realized how much I rely on Reece. When in Vegas and swimming at Quincy's Reece broke his foot. While diving into the pool he kicked himself in the back of his left leg with his right foot, breaking his right foot in four places. He is in a cast from his toes to his knee! Poor guy~ using crutches for 6 weeks! He's so bored! I feel really badly for him! I'm also humbled by the increase in my amount of work since he has been down. He still does more than he should, but I have realized a little bit of all he does for me. I'm so grateful for him. He is such a good boy! He tries so hard. Every one of his teachers has told me, "Lyndee, you can't be so hard on him." My parents tell me the same thing. I love him so much, and I'm so proud of him! I'm so grateful to have him as a son. What a blessing!

"The Right of the People to Keep and Bear Arms Shall Not Be Infringed"

2008-05-01T07:44:00.004-06:00

The day has finally arrived, or nearly arrived! Saturday morning at 9 AM I will be sitting in Payson taking my Concealed Carrier's Permit Class! I can't tell you how exciting this is! Yes, I am a member of the NRA. I joined a couple of years ago. I called Redge at work, and said, "Congratulations! You are now a card carrying member of the NRA!" Although Redge supports our 2nd amendment he was a bit shocked at the news. Besides BB Guns and Air Soft Guns we don't own any firearms. In the words of Wayne, "I don't own a gun, let alone many which would necissitate an entire gun rack." However, we are looking into purchasing firearms. I want a pistol of some sort. I intend to buy a shoulder holster. But, there is something, oh I don't know, intriguing and attracting about purchasing a hip holster, and wearing my gun Marshall Dillon style. What do you think? Let me know of your votes regarding how I should wear my soon to be purchased, 2nd amendment supporting, Mariska Hargitay looking personal weapon!