Friday, March 27, 2015
Ezra Turns 3!
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
FHE Tonight
Qiana gave the lesson about scriptures and keeping records. (That girl loves to prepare Family Home Evening lessons, by the way.)
Then, for our activity we painted self-portraits. This was a first for every single person, but it turned out to be quite an interesting and fun activity. We all appreciate artists and their talents so much more now.
Saturday is a Crazy Day
Saturday, in a nutshell:
Skiing at Shanelle's work party at Sundance.
Timpanogos Temple, so we could take some family names and accomplish another #staccha25in2015 goal. (Nearly fainted across the altar in the sealing room... again. Made a big scene, how embarrassing!)
Baby Shower for a sister in the ward.
Tio Jorge's 60th birthday fiesta to finish the night.
Phew! It was a tiring, but great day.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Flashback To That Time I Went To San Francisco
Monday, February 23, 2015
Okay, let me sum up:
Two-ish Months In
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
25 in 2015
- Drink the daily recommended dose of water for at least 30 days
- Learn more about playing the organ--enough to play it for the sacrament meeting songs
- Make and FINISH a quilt
- Run a 5k
- Learn the first cd of Chinese
- Read The Hunger Games (check)
- Attend a temple I've never visited before
- Serve at the Food and Care Coalition, or equivalent
- Refinish some kind of furniture
- Read The Pearl of Great Price
- Run/Walk Margo at least 104 times
- Make osso buco
- Invite someone to read The Book of Mormon
- Get a new website up and running for Solstice
- Learn and perform a new song for the recital
- Post at least 24 blog entries (... gonna really do it this time!)
- Take a family name to the temple
- Learn how to make frijoles charros
- Landscape picnic area in backyard
- Take a CE-type floral class
- Write letters to someone-- Snail mail
- No TV for a week
- Learn how to yodel
- Learn how to ballroom dance--Salsa!
- Learn how to cut the girls' hair
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
The Wind of September
Sunday, August 31, 2014
Familiar Angels
Today was the third of five family reunions this summer. I know people don't usually say they love family reunions, but I do. I really do love them. We got ready and when Sierra got to our house this morning for a ride down, we said a prayer and hit the road. Once we got to Holden for the Harold Wood family reunion, we had a ton of fun. There were tables full of yummy food, tons of crafts for the kids, fun games, a speaking portion where three of the five of their surviving children spoke about their memories as kids and youth, and a massive genealogy project of filing copies of old (and I mean OLD) family pictures for each of us as keepsakes. It felt so nice to be surrounded by family--many of whom I had just met today--and I could help but feel that connection to our rich heritage in that town.
One experience is particularly noteworthy and is still somewhat emotional for me relate. Many people brought their four-wheelers so people could have fun all around Holden, not just at the town pavilion. It was a great idea because it got all the guys involved in our family history scavenger hunt just up the hill at the town cemetery (anything that involves riding a four-wheeler is a good idea to a guy.) Anyway, at the beginning of the day an announcement was made that children could only ride with a person 16 years+ of age. We didn't want any accidents. Everything was going well and after the scavenger hunt people intermittently took turns riding around the area on the 4-wheelers.
Well, time passed and parents became less cautious of their children as it was an extremely small town and all the kids were playing and having fun. I was one of those parents. Juan, however, was a little more aware and when he spied Siena getting on a four-wheeler with a cousin not too older than herself, he told her not to go. Later, he saw her doing the exact opposite of what she was told and got a bad feeling. He jumped on a four-wheeler with Ezra and followed the two young girls. When he caught up to them, they were told that they had to return to the pavilion and return the four-wheeler. He started following them back down the hill to make sure they were safe. As they made their descent, the cousin told him that they were going to make a quick stop at Grandma's house on their way. He told them that that was fine (the house was a hop and a skip away) as long as they went directly to the rest of the group afterward. They did that, but on their way down the hill, they must have turned a gravelly corner too fast because the four-wheeler flipped. The cousin was thrown from the ATV and Siena was pummeled and pinned to the ground with the machine on top of her. (This part was told to us by Siena as we were all down at the pavilion and out of sight.) All I know of what happened afterward is that Juan looked up to spot their four-wheeler to make sure they were coming back and what he saw was spinning wheels, turned upside down. He frantically rode up to them on the four-wheeler and arrived at the same time that another nearby rider arrived. Siena had managed to get herself out from under the four-wheeler by the time Juan arrived. Juan immediately checked her body for damage. Miraculously, she walked away with a few scrapes and aches, but nothing serious. Her cousin was perfectly fine as well. When I heard the news, it was told to me very nonchalantly. I really didn't let it sink in what had just happened. It was scary to me, but not anything to be too upset with because I saw that she was okay. However, in the hours that have passed I have started to realize the miracle that it truly was that she was left whole after what had happened to her.
(As an aside, I have known for many years and have been warned for even more years that four-wheelers are more dangerous than other ATVs because they make the rider feel more comfortable than if he were on a 3-wheeler or motorcycle and therefore he will take more risks. And here's a startling statistic from the Academy of Orthopaedic Surgeons in April of 2011:
"Although only 15 percent of ATV riders are children, they account for 27 percent of ATV injuries, and 28 percent of deaths."
It's not a comfortable statistic and it most likely would have changed how I monitored my kids today.)
The most important thing I was witness to was the fact that not only was our little prayer this morning accepted, Juan was offered a call of warning, he acted on that prompting, our Siena did not contribute to that statistic, and I felt a peaceful feeling that our family was surrounded and protected by those same people whose pictures we had just collected. Most of the relatives in those pictures are laid about 300 feet from where the accident took place. I have no doubt that familiar angels were among the mayhem on that road... protecting, as I know they do. And recognizing the blessing of my family, immediate and extended, I am profoundly grateful for them all.
Smatterings
Speaking of people living with us, I'm really excited for the most recent change that has taken place with us. We happen to have an extra bedroom and bathroom in the basement and were able to find someone who could use it. Luckily, they're family and we don't have worry about the kids getting along too much. They've lived with us for about a week and a half now and it's just going so well. I can't believe how easy-going the whole situation has been because I've heard things like this can get sticky. Oh well, we're just lucky enough NOT to be the statistic in this case.
In other news, we've been attending the Spanish
As with anything, I think the neighborhood and the Spanish ward experiences are going to be whatever we decide they'll be. I hope I can have more drive to go out and meet people though. In a place so highly populated with people just like you, it's hard not to stick to your own schema.
Searching, Buying, Renovating, Moving... BAM!
Well, the good news is that we were able to purchase the home. The better news is that it has happily surprised us with a bunch of features we were unaware of until we moved in. The best news is that we are as unpacked as we can get right now (craft room is still in boxes because we will be renovating that next year.)
I once read an article a woman wrote about her level of happiness and how it depended so much on moving into a better/bigger/newer home. It really reminded me at the time that I was so focused on the goal of owning our own home and being able to splash paint on a wall that I was missing out on the blessings of each rental we had been in. I have since tried to keep that in perspective, and that has truly helped me, but I will say that being able to put so much time and creativity and personal touch into this home has been thrilling to say the least. I don't know if it's because of nostalgia (it feels like I'm playing house in Grandma Wood's old tree, trying to make every nook have a "household purpose",) or if it's because I have really felt so liberated with letting my imagination run wild with the possibilities that await to which I now have access.
With all the chaos of packing aside, our renovations were the main time-sucker. We knew we only had three weeks until we had to be out of the rental house, and given the amount of renovations--besides the moving!--we were going to be pushing our time limits. So we started with the kitchen cabinets. Working all day, every day for a week and a half, I taped and de-glossed and taped some more. The prep work was the majority of the project. Juan and his dad spent every night helping with hardware removal, primer, coats of paint, re-installation, and a side-job of painting the upstairs brick fireplace. It was a massive undertaking: I'm sure that between the three of us, we put in over 100 hours of work on just the cabinets alone.
The next big project was painting. Sierra helped me do that because she's a pro. She taught me how to "cut-in" and how to be more patient with that job. We had both kids' bedrooms, the bathroom, the hall closet, and the laundry room to paint. It was a lot more work that I expected, but it turned out so much better and it was a ton of fun to spend so much time with my sister.
Moving on, we had carpet to rip out in the kids' bedrooms and the living room. Sierra helped me with that and you can imagine that 30+ year-old carpet pads are not a pretty sight. There were piles of dust and debris everywhere! It was worth it though;the house smelled infinitely better after the carpet guys installed the new carpet--the one thing we didn't do ourselves.
We had some encouragement from friends and family to tackle the laundry room and upstairs bathroom while we were on our renovation "high" so we took a few deep breaths and got back to work. It was such a good choice. The Before and After of both rooms was incredible.
After all the dust had settled, we still had a tiny bit of that excitement left so we just changed a few minor things: we took out the microwave above the range, vented out of the house and installed a range hood, updated the old kitchen sink faucet, installed some simple, new light fixtures inside and outside, and changed out some pendant light covers. It was a nice facelift and it didn't cost too much. Actually, that was the most exciting thing: we stayed within our reno budget! We did a lot of compromising and bargain hunting, but we did it.
Now that we are back to school and back to a normal routine, things are slowing down a bit; however, the changes have not stopped completely because just yesterday I spent a day ripping out grass in our back yard to make way for some garden boxes. It's going to be a while (possibly a very, VERY long while) before we say, "Enough" because we have so many ideas we'd like to try. I guess that is the fun of home ownership though and it's safe to say that that's still pretty exciting to me.
(Pictures can be found HERE in the July 2014 folder.)
Monday, June 30, 2014
Wild!
I'll write this as concisely as possible since it's extremely late:
A transformer blew, knocked out the power and started a huge fire in the field across the street tonight. I'm so grateful for ready and willing neighbors with nothing but shovels to dampen the flames. The jurisdiction between city, county and national forest service was debatable so the trucks didn't show up for a long time, scaring us all into "evacuation-ready mode" as the flames reached high and across a vast space. Canyon Road was lined with cars as concerned passersby were fraught with worry too, because from where we all were situated (downhill from the fire) it looked as if it was burning much closer to barns and homes than it in fact was.
Anyway, the fire trucks pulled up a good twenty minutes after we all called which was a little disheartening as there is a station just down the street from us, but it was hard to feel too upset with them because we started to notice that the bright orange glow was getting weaker (heroes with shovels!) The road was shut down and the fifty or so people on the road dwindled back down to around ten.
We started to calm down and eventually felt assured that homes would be secure and the fields would be barely even smoking by morning. Juan and I and a neighbor (the last civilians still out) were saying our goodbyes around 12:30 as the mayor walked up to the scene. He had been one of the first people there, but as he couldn't do much to help he left and returned later to check up on things. It's just now a quarter to two in the morning and the firetrucks are starting to leave. I'm so so so grateful that nothing worse happened!
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Attempting to Drive with Both Hands on the Wheel
There are many issues in the world that disturb me, from human trafficking to poverty to warlords to drug cartels. I don't feel alone in knowing that those things ought not happen. This conviction stems from a secularly inexplicable core of values that most humans hold to be standard for all of the human race. In religious terms, it is considered a moral compass or the light within.
The world's history has seen many, and I mean many, a time when delusions and justifications have built upon each other to the point when what seems utterly wrong was completely acceptable and sometimes even viewed as necessary. The first (and most obvious) thing that comes to mind is the leaders of the Axis nations during WWII, specifically Adolf Hitler. Hitler was a man who instigated mass slayings in the most abhorring ways, and to you and me and most of the world during that time those things ought not to have happened. Yet, how did it happen? Did a man who had a little power just decide one day to attempt to take over the whole European world? No. He joined the Nazi party during WWI and spread his power fever among those who leaned toward Socialism. Eventually he wrote a book explaining that he was unjustly imprisoned when he tried to take over Munich with around two-thousand other Nazis. He blatantly disregarded the group of people he was trying to lay siege upon and for that, he was imprisoned for treason. In essence, he was denied what he thought should have been his. What do you think? Was it his for the taking? Was it Bavaria's for the keeping? All I see in review of this event was a power struggle that was lost and we all know what happened next. Hitler resented those who imprisoned him. He used a lot of martyrdom in his speech, claiming he was only thinking about his countrymen. He used the law as his script, slightly turning ideas in the direction he was aiming for--anti-semitism and total domination. He tactically used his personal "struggle" to persuade others into thinking that it was the religious values that were contributing to Germany's post-war weaknesses. Bold speeches occasionally coupled with threats cornered those who didn't agree with his thoughts, all the while using "the law" as his mark. While there were surely problems with the current state of Germany, Hitler was enticing people to join him to fix those problems with an experimental governing force. It had not been accepted before, but it could work, right? After all, it was he and his fellow Nazi followers (who were growing more in number daily) who had felt the harsh judgements of Tradition. Once given a voice and essentially undeniable power as Chancellor, there was no limit to what Hitler could enforce. He had plenty of people following him, willing to go to any length because it was a cause they believed in. The vast majority of Germany was left to suffer from this minority's decisions because they didn't stop it earlier.
We are quite aware of what ensued, so the question begs to be asked: How did something so blatantly wrong become diluted in such a way that it was embraced by millions? It came as it has come many times before; through arguments that could not quickly be refuted; through a talent of speech; through personal attestations of oppression; through willing audiences whose participation created a justification for review of the law; and through a group with an agenda to gain recognition.
This same process is happening now in a very real way, although it has come in a completely different form (please don't misinterpret this; the comparison is to the general process alone, not the result.) I feel like the propaganda of it all is spreading a new ideology in this country--that is, the ideology that every single person has the SAME rights, regardless of what they've been inherently given.
Indulge me for a second. The word EQUALITY used to mean that every human was to be treated as such--a human being. I doubt there are many people who disagree with that. However, the term has been spread now, diluted within the current legal limits, to mean that whether you are a man or a woman, parent or child, Priesthood holder or not (in the case of my own religion) every single person should have the SAME authority, that there would be no distinction of roles, that there would be the SAME responsibility across gender lines, cross-generationally, and ecclesiastically. (As a side-note: please draw your attention to the word SAME. It is a completely different word than EQUAL. Yet, we speak of equality now of being the SAME. Why on earth would you want to be the SAME as someone else? I have such a hard time explaining to my daughters that although they get to do different things they are still equal. Although one gets to have play dates while her sister is in school, her sister gets to go to recess with lots of friends every day. They are different, but they are EQUAL. Differences are good; it is when we look at what we don't have that gets us into the mindset that we have been shortchanged.)
But back to the process I mentioned before:
Not even a century ago, most people in the United States believed in marriage solely between a man and a woman. This has changed. 60 years ago, nobody batted an eye that only men held the Priesthood in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. This too has changed. In such a short time with information traveling faster with each decade, the dilution of those standards changed. People stopped relying on their own compass within and put more faith in the convincing words of others. Once again, arguments couldn't be quickly refuted; there were personal stories of those who had been poorly treated (using those stories as arguments that every person who didn't align with their views would act in like manner;) and because of the strength in numbers to attract attention, we are shifting into an iconoclastic society. Certain things ought not to happen, yet they are being touted as completely acceptable and viewed as necessary. The majority is shifting into the minority because they don't stop to ponder all the implications of these arguments and that group will quickly lose its voice unless they speak out. It is no longer sufficient for people who have traditional convictions to sit back and let this run its course. We see what happens when things are left to work themselves out. It is similar to a car pointed toward a long stretch of road with no hands on the steering wheel....
First Camping Trip of 2014
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Mi Casa Es Su Casa... Es Su Casa.... Es Su Casa...
Sunday, May 25, 2014
May
Qiana: Are we eating with our hands because we don't have spoons?
Siena: No, it's because it's faster this way and we need to go to sleep.







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