Friday, June 30, 2006

busy bees inside and out!


inspiration
Originally uploaded by S'mee.

O.k. Being inspired by Kim and chronicler; and at Yolanda's strong urging: a new topic for blogging. It seems that everyone is rounding up the dust bunnies and making way for creativity -which means we all need to clean up our creative spaces. For S'mee that means finally getting around to clearing out #4's bedroom and knuckling down to actually changing it's purpose.

So we are heading into new country, going from a (12'x13') bedroom for three boys (young men) to a play area and craft/art room for S'mee. With a bed for Little Man to nap in when he comes over. The first photo is my decor inspiration and the direction I hope it goes.

This is our starting point.

The part that is a huge mess right now and with the tropics as a theme, it looks as if a hurricane has hit the house. We are also in the middle of laying down wood flooring in the hallway...just a few more boards and that project can finish up, but that's a whole other post! In the mean time, all the contents of the hallway, and this boys' room have been thrown out into the front living area of the house.

The bunk bed is covered with books, a left over palm tree from christmas, a dresser and a t.v. among other things!

Now we have the other side of the room:


dressers, beds and more books!
Originally uploaded by S'mee.

This is where we have "stored" even more books: on the window sill. Let me tell you, we have books. There is a dresser that needs to stay in the room, but for now we will just paint around what's left here. All the other items have been either shipped to the guys' respective homes or is being stored out in the garage until they have room at their places. (hurry up guys, the garage is full!)

Next check out the antique side board, complete with photos, albums, ribbons, and yes, more books!

I will spare you the gory details of the stacks of clear containers- full of craft, sewing, and art supplies, scrapbook papers and doodads, 4 carousels of craft scissors and even more books in the hall to see if you can play S'mee's version of "Where's Waldo?" called Where's the pianos?

Yup, somewhere under the art, paints, glues, glitters, stamps, plethora of specialty papers and equipment to manufacture even more paper, canvases, easels, brushes and even MORE books lat two pianos!


art supplies, papers, and books
Originally uploaded by S'mee.

A studio and a baby grand. But can you see them? No one will be tickling those ivories for at least two weeks! I will keep you updated as things progress. Today we begin to cut in the paint! Wahoo!

And Yolanda... the bees came back. It seems we have a division in the hive and the Queen left with her entourage, but left a princess to develop along with a couple hundred helpers. I was going to post a photo of the honey comb cells, but yeah, I agree, they are creeping me out too!

If anyone wishes to see the new bee photos, or glance at even more books stacked around the house, click on any of these photos and they will take you to the Flickr! page, where you can freak out with either photo!

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Monday, June 26, 2006

Plan "B"



O.k. So somewhere I am getting the bizzzness. It seems that S'mee's house is just full of springtime hope and the neighborhood bees are loving every square inch of the property. While Thor and I traveled to Utah, a swarm of busy bees landed in our locust tree and made a hotel of it for a week or so. #3 called about three days into our trip to let us know the happenings at home, one of which were our flying guests.

We drove home on the appointed date and found they were still hanging around; literally. I took a quick snapshot or two of the little(?) guys and went to research on the computer. (If you click on the photos you can see a better - up close- vision of what I am talking about! Note the size of the tree limb to the diameter of the bees clumped around it! Mommy! That's one freaking bunch o' bees!)

One thing I found was that on March 18th of this year a woman had a similar swarm attack her car as she drove into her driveway. Seems the woman was too afraid to exit her car and began to drive away from the bees at her house that now targeted her vehicle's windows with darting little head butts... for 2 miles! She was frantic and began to call on her cell phone to local authorities. She called the police, fire dept., animal control and even code enforcement to no avail. NO ONE would help her. Finally she found a pest control service who gave her the name of three bee keepers. Two never returned her phone calls, and the third was an elderly handicapped man who said for $60.00 he would try his best. His assessment was that she had Africanized Bees, who like to defend their space, so much so they would indeed follow her for 2-3 miles if need be to get her to stay away from their new home.

After refusing the elderly man's offer, the woman checked into a hotel and hoped that they bees would move on. They did. Officially the report in the paper said they moved on and probably found a new home somewhere in the neighborhood. Did I mention this woman was our neighbor by ten houses?

Now here we are. S'mee, who has an unnatural, yet strong distain for pretty much anything that creeps, crawls or flies; and Thor who is the king of the do-it-yourself-ers. After doing a tad more research I was determined to call a bug guy out and pay him whatever he demanded to get rid of these bees, "killers" or not. I didn't want to take the chance. The research stated that if the swarm hadn't moved on in 3-4 days, chances are they like the new home and are building a hive. Grrrrreeeaaattt! Not. These bees had been here for over a week! I was getting nervous.

Now a side note here is that the front yard has been needing some attention. #4, came by to "get cool and eat your granola bars while you were away!" -so he was sitting on the couch when the phone rang. "Thor's residence, may I ask who is calling?" "Oh, well S'mee is on vacation right now, can I help you?" "hmm, well, no thank you; but I will pass the message along. mmhumm, thanks, bye." Seems a gardener had called and asked if we wanted yard work done. #4 felt guilty eating granola so he got up and began to do the yard work himself.

He cut down a small tree that has needed to go for a year, and trimmed another, the one the bees are sitting in at the time. (if you look closely at the photo you can see the fresh cut limbs just below the swarm!) He pulled weeds and raked and hacked, and went on hhis merry way, NEVER noticing the buzzing pile of bees directly over his head! When asked about his work later he replied that the large brown clump just looked like dead locust buds and he couldn't reach that branch without a ladder, or it would have been trimmed as well! YIKES!

No harm done.

So Saturday and Sunday go by and S'mee is getting more nervous with every passing minute. Monday: Thor has come up with a plan that will be implemented TONIGHT! after work and after we all are in for the night. I am still freaking out.

We kiss each other goodbye for the day and Thor walks out side. Thor walks back inside. "Babe, come look at the bees, they are really flying!" We walk out and the entire swarm is now in a frenzy and flying all over the place. We pop back into the house and shut the door after us quickly! After a few minutes they are gone. DISAPPEARED into the sky to who knows where. So I guess I will never know if these were regular honey bees or Africanized bees; either way I am glad they have moved on!

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Tuesday, June 20, 2006

arg! Maties!

Just a shot post today. Thor and I are off to visit with #5 at the Bayou (BY U). While I am gone, enjoy this quiz and perhaps take it yourself. Find out which action hero you would be (or are!)

You scored as Captain Jack Sparrow. Roguish,quick-witted, and incredibly lucky, Jack Sparrow is a pirate who sometimes ends up being a hero, against his better judgement. Captain Jack looks out for #1, but he can be counted on (usually) to do the right thing. He has an incredibly persuasive tongue, a mind that borders on genius or insanity, and an incredible talent for getting into trouble and getting out of it. Maybe its brains, maybe its genius, or maybe its just plain luck. Or maybe a mixture of all three.

Captain Jack Sparrow

92%

El Zorro

83%

Indiana Jones

75%

James Bond, Agent 007

67%

William Wallace

63%

Maximus

54%

Lara Croft

54%

Batman, the Dark Knight

50%

The Amazing Spider-Man

50%

The Terminator

42%

Neo, the "One"

33%

Which Action Hero Would You Be? v. 2.0
created with QuizFarm.com

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Thursday, June 15, 2006

I married up...

And ye will not have a mind to injure one another, but live peaceably, and to render to every man according to that which is his due.
And ye will not suffer your children that they go hungry, or naked; neither will ye suffer that they transgress the laws of God, and fight and quarrel one with another, and serve the devil, who is the master of sin, or who is the evil spirit which hath been spoken of by our fathers, he being an enemy to all righteousness.But ye will teach them to walk in the ways of truth and soberness; ye will teach them to love one another, and to serve one another.
Mosiah 4:13-15

When the kids were little, their dad worked as an "inside wireman*"; which meant most of the time he was outside, in the heat, working sometimes 7-10s (seven days a week, ten hours a day), or what was more "normal", 5-12s (five days a week, twelve hours a day). As an "inside wireman", he was required to dig ditches, lay pipe, pull wire (through said pipes), and eat his lunch in whatever shade he could find. He worked commercial and industrial projects, everything from nuclear power plants, dams, and power substations, to hospitals, beer manufacturing plants, post offices, and schools. There are some places he worked that were top secret and others, like Solar One that were state of the art for its' time and highly publicized.

The work, wherever it was (except in the nuclear power plants, which were highly sterile), was filthy, hot and uncomfortable. Many of the jobs required him to stand on ladders for the majority of his day, working with his arms over his head for hours. He was required at times to deal with Fiberglass insulation, having to take old nylons into the shower with him so that he could get all the fibers off his skin before he was covered with hairline cuts. Other times he had to remove asbestos in regulations compliant with OSHA so that others would be safe once a remodel was complete. He has been exposed to all kinds of hazards and chemicals, and been "nuked" - literally.

There were times when Thor would work so far from home he only made it home once or twice a month. He would drive to the job, usually somewhere extremely hot (like Edwards Dry Lake Beds for the summer) or extremely cold (like Colorado Springs -6,000+ ft. high, in the dead of winter). He would drive to his job in our used pinto station wagon; and live in that station wagon out in a deserted field, instead of a hotel. He would cook his meals on the radiator (or if it was summer, just let the meal cook on top of the car in the heat) and take "bird baths" with the water he stored in a 5 gallon cooler. He read a lot because back then they didn't have car DVDs, heck, back then we didn't even own a "VCR machine"- they were still expensive for home/personal purchase. When he was tired, he would pull out an inexpensive overnight bag, not an extreme temperature sleeping/camping bag, and sleep sitting up or curled around his tools and equipment in the back of the car. There were times, for weeks and months, when Thor was never able to sleep with his legs stretched completely out.

No phones back then either; so we lived for the short, yet expensive, mid week calls.

When he worked close to home, most of the time that meant an hour or two commute, and still the 10 and 12 hour days. When at all possible, I would pack the kids into the car and make sure they could see where daddy worked. We would try to drive to each job he got so they could see what he did all day -for us. I would do this once for each of his jobs. We would drive out, try to see if we could visually find him out on the job, and then observe him for a while. Some of the jobs were restricted, so we would drive out as close as we could get, and then we would talk about what it was daddy was doing. Sometimes we could only see a building, close or far off.

Sometimes we couldn't get within miles of his job, but I could show them on a map how much further he had to drive or walk to get to the job. Some of his jobs required him to park his car 'here' and ride the company bus the rest of the way in. Some of his jobs made him completely change his clothes, or work at night when we were asleep, or wear special equipment. The only jobs the kids never went to were the ones that were so far out of state, or the ones when we literally had no gas money to drive at all. But most of dad's jobs were witnessed by his children and wife.

On the weekends Thor would come home and hit the garage. Back then we lived where there was no trash service. We would pack the trash up tightly and store it until Thor could make trips out to the county dump. Sometimes he would have to make two or three trips, depending on the length of time he had been gone, or because we didn't have a truck and only so much would fit in whatever car we did have. When he got home from the dump he would begin a list of chores that only he could do. Replacing pipes, fixing gas lines, repairing whatever had broken the week or month before in our "little house on the prairie".

He would mow the lawn, trim the trees, and even lay concrete to repair the side walk that led up to the front door. He dug holes around our half acre and put in a redwood fence (secured with aluminum poles set in concrete) by himself so the kids would have boundariess between us and the desert, and yes, to keep the coyotes and other wild dogs at bay. He planted bushes and pulled out trees that threatened the roof, he laid tile, maintained and repaired the water cooler/air conditioner. If the motor in the washer went out it would be an afternoon and the wash would begin again that night. I never found one thing that Thor couldn't fix, repair or build. If he hadn't done it before, he would read a book and figure it out. I don't know what it is like to call a repair man.

He did all this so that the kids could have their mom at home all the time. He did this because he loved us more than himself. I am the luckiest girl in the world.

Happy Father's Day to the best man I know. I love you babe.

*an outside wireman works only on power lines

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Friday, June 09, 2006

A tribute, Science in Action, and Danged Good Entertainment! (in less than three minutes!)

I have seen this before, but thanks to Chronicler for providing a new link. This is pretty awesome! Way back in the day, like the late 80's, times were tough and money was hard to come by. Thor and I sold a lot of our things to make ends meet and then we started to get creative on ways to bring in a little extra cash.

One way was stripping discarded wire and recycling it. Another way was piecing together tiny chips for computer boards. And still another way to earn much need money was to place tiny "O" rings on stainless steel rods, well, pistons that would be used in fountains. One of our friends owned a company that built custom fountains, here in the states, and also around the world. Some of his clients were the kind of fountains you'd see at Disneyland or other attractions. Then there were the big clients. Like the Sultan of Brunai and the Bellagio Hotel in Las Vegas.

The Bellagio is famous for it's dancing water fountain. The choreographed fountain shoots water into the air hundreds of feet to keep time and the emotion of certain music and songs. It's really quite beautiful and one of the few nice things about being in Vegas. Thor and I, and our little brood actually helped that fountain (and the Sultan's) functionality by assembling those "O" rings, by the thousands.

So, in remembrance of hard times and beautiful rewards, enjoy...
(this portion of the post has been removed to try and get rid of that annoying box that pops up all the time. hope this works!)
Not exactly "O" rings on pistons, more like Mentos on a stick. Not exactly the Bellagio, but still as fun to watch. Especially considering one of the guys has a remarkable resemblance to Professor Bunsen Honeydew.

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Thursday, June 08, 2006

it all started when the doorbell rang...


I go to the door and there are lovely ladies from the Jehovah Witnesses inviting me to an event in LA this weekend the church is sponsoring.

As we are talking, one of the gals notices that we have about 4-6 bees flying into a potted plant on the porch, very near the door. She was right. I kept watching the bees go in and out and in and out of the soil.


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Originally uploaded by waen ♡.



We chatted a bit longer and exchanged tracts; I took an AWAKE! magazine and they each took a "Finding Faith in Christ" pass along card. I think one of the gals might actually get the video! They left and I went to change into my best beekeeping attire.

With my long sleeve shirt and tightly bunned hair I screwed my courage and took the plant by the top leaves and removed it gently from the tiki god planter. Swoosh! Two bees cam flying out from under the soil and swirled around in the air. I couldn't believe my eyes. What the heck was it they were building? In the base of the planter, the bees had constructed a cylindrical tube from the leaves of my near by wisteria bush! It was perfectly shaped and extremely neat.

I went in side to see what kind of bees would build such a hive, or nest? I called three different pest control companies before I got anyone with interest. Kathy came on the phone. She had no idea what they were, other than from the description they weren't a wasp or yellow jacket. We had a pretty good time trying to find the answers and agreed that they were probably rouge bees that somehow got tired of hive living. "I don't want to be a worker any more. I am going on strike!" Union bees? Perhaps they were teenage bees and just hanging out and making some kind of club. Better yet, we began to observe the facts. These bees were off by themselves. They were rolling leaves..., hmmm, these bees were loadie bees! Roll ;em if you got 'em! They would just hang out until the day was over and then they would head back home to the hive. All in all I have to say I have never had such a fun business call before.

The next call was to a guy named Joe. Joe made Ben stein look as entertaining and humourous as , say Robin Williams. But in his defense, he did steer me in the right direction. He told me these were "Sand Bees" and that they normally dig into the sand, he didn't know what the deal was with the leaf tunnel. His idea was to take the entire planter, plant, bees and all into the house. "They won't like that. It will make them mad and they will will leave." Great. Mad bees in the house. I don't think so. So I put the planter, in a sunny part of the porch far from the entry. I put the unpotted plant away from that.

Into the house and begin research on the net. I eventually discovered that these are not sand bees after all, but rather Leaf Cutter Bees. Well, duh! Seems they like wisteria. They prefer roses, but those were over at the neighbors. This is a photo of one of the little designers in action. Not my photo, my gals were too fast to get a shot in. But thanks to Kim, Flickr! and web sites I have a few for you.

This is the scoop: Leaf Cutter bees are loners; they hang out by themselves. They don't socialize too much, although a couple of moms may get together to share a place for a nest. They find a soft leaf, precisely cut a round piece out of it, grab it with their feet and wallpaper the walls of a tunnel they have dug out for a nursery. They dig down into the soil first, find a nice cozy spot and then go hunting for fresh leaves. They roll the leaves along the tunnel wall and connect it very neatly with magic mom spit. Cut, roll, paste. After they get a large enough spot they tuck a babe inside and seal it up with enough food to last a year until next spring when jr. comes flying out to scare the whatoosie out of s'mee, who will have forgotten they are there by then.

Mom can place up to 60 babies in a tunnel, each with their own 'room' or cell. They pollinate better than most bees -they're famous for it actually. But they don't make much honey and they don't make wax. They rarely sting, unless they are pinched or held too tightly, and they won't defend a nest, they just fly away. "Dude, whatever." They just fly around pollinating everything in site, rolling leaves and making babies for their short 2 month lives. Maybe they are stoners??? Well perhaps not, there are no records of them heading for the nearest 7-11 for ding dongs and Fritos.

Let's see, oh yeah, they can also use dead wood, logs, rotted whatever to make these nests in as well. I got lucky, according to Dr. Margrit McIntosh from Arizona, who sent me all kinds of links. Evidently it is rare to actually see the little tube so perfectly as in my photo. Here's some more photos and info that she sent along: my favorite link , another, and this one.

So there you have it. My adventure this week with bees. Moral to the story: Next time the Jehovah Witnesses come to your door, don't get your stinger out of joint or you might miss something sweet.


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Monday, June 05, 2006

Did you write?

It seems I am in a minority, but I must stand and add my voice.

Letter from First Presidency of the Church to Church Leaders in the United States
We are informed that the United States Senate will on June 6, 2006, vote on an amendment to the Federal constitution designed to protect the traditional institution of marriage.
We, as the First Presidency and the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles, have repeatedly set forth our position that the marriage of a man and a woman is the only acceptable marriage relationship.
In 1995 we issued a Proclamation to the World on this matter, and have repeatedly reaffirmed that position.
In that proclamation we said: "We call upon responsible citizens and officers of government everywhere to promote those measures designed to maintain and strengthen the family as the fundamental unit of society."

We urge our members to express themselves on this urgent matter to their elected representatives in the Senate.

In many other blogs (LDS) there seems to be a debate as to whether or not one should follow this suggestion from our Prophet and actually write our Senators. There are those who wish to debate the context of the letter's exact meaning, perhaps suggesting that we should write and tell our Senators that we are for same gender marriage. There are those who defend their positions based on dear loved ones who are either gay or lesbian and in committed loving relationships.

This is my opinion. As an artist I am not a stranger to those who live "alternate lifestyles". Indeed, many of my closest friends are lesbians. I also have, in the past, had many gay friends.
I could go on and on about "union ceremonies" and other ways in which my friends have promised and committed to each other, but I will keep that part short. Suffice it to say I love these people and feel terrible when slanderous and hurtful comments are directed as a blanket statement towards them.

I do, however, feel that although I love my friends, I cannot and will not ever condone same gender marriage. Marriage is between one man and one woman.

Many will argue that same gender marriage is exactly parallel to that of a childless couple in regard that neither couple have children, but both couples love their respective partners. Some will argue that any love is good love, or that having two mommies is better than no mommie; that the divorce rate between heterosexual couples is at 50%, how can homosexual couples be any worse? I would point them to the May 3rd post (Discourse on Marriage) I wrote last month, which stated:

"As Danish sociologists Wehner, Kambskard, and Abrahamson describe it, in the wake of the changes of the nineties, "Marriage is no longer a precondition for settling a family--neither legally nor normatively. . . . What defines and makes the foundation of the Danish family can be said to have moved from marriage to parenthood. "So the highly touted half-page of analysis from an unpublished paper that supposedly helps validate the "conservative case" for gay marriage--i.e., that it will encourage stable marriage for heterosexuals and homosexuals alike--does no such thing. Marriage in Scandinavia is in deep decline, with children shouldering the burden of rising rates of family dissolution. And the mainspring of the decline--an increasingly sharp separation between marriage and parenthood--can be linked to gay marriage. "

"In Sweden, as elsewhere, the sixties brought contraception, abortion, and growing individualism. Sex was separated from procreation, reducing the need for "shotgun weddings." These changes, along with the movement of women into the workforce, enabled and encouraged people to marry at later ages. With married couples putting off parenthood, early divorce had fewer consequences for children. That weakened the taboo against divorce. Since young couples were putting off children, the next step was to dispense with marriage and cohabit until children were desired. Americans have lived through this transformation. The Swedes have simply drawn the final conclusion: If we've come so far without marriage, why marry at all? Our love is what matters, not a piece of paper. Why should children change that?"

"Gay marriage is both an effect and a reinforcing cause of the separation of marriage and parenthood. In states like Sweden and Denmark, where out-of-wedlock birthrates were already very high, and the public favored gay marriage, gay unions were an effect of earlier changes. Once in place, gay marriage symbolically ratified the separation of marriage and parenthood. And once established, gay marriage became one of several factors contributing to further increases in cohabitation and out-of-wedlock birthrates, as well as to early divorce. But in Norway, where out-of-wedlock birthrates were lower, religion stronger, and the public opposed same-sex unions, gay marriage had an even greater role in precipitating marital decline."

That is the world's informed opinion. How many addresses have we as Latter-Day Saints been given on this very topic? Are we not clear as to where the Lord stands on this? Not once have I ever heard the Prophet instruct members to treat homosexuals unkind, but with respect, love, and kindness. This letter is here now for a reason.

The point is that we do not stand on the tower waving our arms in warning, the Prophet does. He can see what is coming. If we do not stand with the Prophet then we stand against him. Pray all you want folks, but the Lord has spoken to us time and again, "whether by mine own voice, or the voice of my servants it is the same."

As a child I was taught that in the last days there would be a weeding out, a sifting wheat from tares, not the world from the church, but within the church itself. Sifting those who argue every jot and tittle, those who find more reason to question than reasons to be obedient or faithful. Those who worry about what friends, family and loved ones think before what the Lord thinks, and requires. Being politically correct will save us our friends, but it may lose us something more valuable.

Do we not remember that Adam was commanded to do things he had little understanding of? Perhaps this is a time when I can no longer sit on the sidelines, but stand with the unpopular for no other reason that the Lord commanded me. I love my friends, they know I do. But they also know that I love the Lord and will try my best to follow Him.

There are those who will read this and reply, "It was not a commandment at all." Or "I have my agency." And even, "I really can't get behind a law that would discriminate so. Isn't this going against being a good Christian???" All I can answer is that I have limited understanding. I do not presume to know all things. I believe the Prophet of the Lord does have more understanding and knowledge than I; and I need to trust him to direct me in what is right even when my heart may tell me differently.

We can still treat our friends with respect and love. We do not, however have to accept everything as honourable and right. I am not perfect, I make choices everyday that are unacceptable. I will be held accountable for these choices. I feel it should be the same for everyone. God has set the standard for this era, and until the Prophet instructs me otherwise, same gender marriage is not ordained of God.

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Friday, June 02, 2006

video

Not a huge fan or Prince, but I LOVE the Muppets. So for your entertainment this evening, I present Starfish and Coffee.

enjoy! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KDb7GGNhons

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Dr. mom self diagnoses

A short example of why I think I have some form of dyslexia.

While on a trip to Magic Mountain I noticed a sign posted at every gateway to passenger seating on the roller coasters. I read it each time and thought to myself..."that's the most odd way of putting it!" Finally, after reading the same sign for the 4th or 5th time I said to my friend, "Look at the sign; doesn't it look odd to you?" She read the sign. "What's odd about it?" "It says, 'Please rescue your belongings before entering the ride.' that's odd! Rescue?" She turned to me and said, "It says SECURE your belongings." As soon as she said that I looked at the sign again and sure enough it read "SECURE".

Both secure and rescue have the same letters. Both made sense, sort of. This happens a lot to me. It drove me crazy when we went to Hawaii! Sometimes when I read I seem to grab words from somewhere else on a page and put them in the sentence I am reading. Most of the time the word can make sense, although it isn't really there. I know I do this because I have read out loud and had people correct my mistakes; only to find the word I said a few lines up or down on the page. It makes for a more interesting, if not correct story. hmmmm.

On the plus side, I am usually the first one to unscramble a word search. And I kick booty when we play Boggle! : )

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More family ideas...

Another idea that worked very well for our family. (I thought I would leave the mis-spells this go 'round. I have a slight problem with dyslexia I think. Never been diagnosed, but I had such a hard time in school! ugh! Any who, for anyone else out there with the same situation, you're not alone! I LIVE for spell check! :> As you can ss in just this short space, the letters get a tad jumbled.)

Another idea that worked for our family was organization! We were lucky enough to have exactly seven members in the family. That made it very easy to give each person a day of the week. On your day you got to sit in the front seat, say prayers (yup, ALL of 'em if you want!), You were the helper, the errand runner, the "picker-outer", the chooser, the tie breaker, etc. Whatever, it was your day.

We also assigned everyone a colour. Your favorite colour was on your toothbrush, your comb and brush, your towel and most of your shirts! We used a dot method for sorting clothes so you could end up with a rainbow of clothes the younger you were in the food chain. #1 clothes had one dot on the collar or waistband (permanent marker), #2 had 2, #3 had 3, and so on. The idea being that when #1 was done and it was handed down, we added a dot...TADA! it's now #2's! (and on down the chain...) When the laundry was finished all I had to do was put it in the front room and tell everyone to find their dots. I taught them to hang everything up and it was done in a flash.

So you got your own colour, your own dots, and EVERYONE had white (or grey, etc., depending on the year) socks, no sorting! The guy types also had appropriate colours for Sunday suits and the gals had their tights, but not having to sort socks...Glorious!

Only ten outfits per kid, if that-no more! The colour thnig helped to mix and match and the ten outfits became more with creativity. This way there wasn't over loaded clostes. If we bought something new, something old was either handed down or given to D.I. Each kid got a Sunday outfit. A pair of play shoes, school shoes and church shoes, and in the summer some sandles.

We didn't use the in room closets and we didn't use dressers. Everything was hung up in a hall closet near their bedrooms. We added rods to accomodate their clothes and marked the rods with coloured electrical tape to mark whose stuff went where. Tall kids on the top rods, short ones on the bottom rods. Shoes were hung on the door in pockets. This meant that we could used the bedroom closet space for other stuff, in our case- beds. We had custom bunk beds made for the boys. A three tiered number that fit perfectly and the boys loved it until they were in jr. high. The girls had a custom trundle in their room. They had huge floor space with the beds out of the way. The cost of the beds wasn't as much as you might think. We found a young guy fresh out of college who wanted the work. It worked well for both parties.

We rotated toys. We had very generous Santas, Grammas and Grampas, and family out the wazoo. The kids became really spoiled and their rooms became very cluttered. So every once in a while we gathered up a bunch of toys and stored them in the garage. Then in a month or so we would exchange those for the ones on the floor of their rooms and viola! they had new toys to play with! Thsi worked very well. Every November they would gather ALL of the toys and give most of them away at the D.I. toy drive. They didn't mind doing this because they knew they would be getting new toys soon at Christmas time.

In each of the kids' rooms (we had one for each gender, 2 in one, 3 in the other) there were storage bins for toys, etc. I put everything down at their eye level. Pictures, shelves, etc. It was all so that the kids could see it. We used coloured veggie bins that stacked for things like legos, blocks, and other toys that have multiple pieces. There were large hooks for back packs, and mesh bags of toys or cars. Everything was labled with a polaroid picture attached with rings so that there was no mistaking what went where. I made a large muslin "rug" with a map of our town, with streets and houses, stores, and parks. I used permanent markers and made everything "Matchbox Car" sized. It could be left on the floor or folded and put up and away.

We had a long hallway that led to the kids bedrooms. We would go down to the library and get books, but we would also get art! We would check out one piece of artwork from the library and hang it in the hallway for a month. We could learn about the artist or why it was modern or Italian, if it was painted with oils or drawn with a pencil. It was cool and cheap! (We also checked out videos for free!)

We also had a progression of pictures depicting the life of the Saviour that went down a hall. From birth to His death, hung at the kid's eye level they could tell the story of Christ by the pictures. Every room in the house, except the kitchen because we had NO wall space- and the bathrooms, had a picture of the Saviour.

Well that's it for now. Let me know if any of this stuff sounds like it would work for you too.

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Thursday, June 01, 2006

pretty stinkin' mad right about now! Grrrr!

ugh! I am posting this in blogger angst! It seems the "favorite spaces" trolls have done it again! Just 3 weeks ago I reorganized my f.p. so that it was much easier and more, well, organized. Now a couple of days ago (and this happens with AMAZING regularity about every 9 months or so....WHY? Why? why?) my whole program reverts back to my original 'favorites' from , like 4 years ago! HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN??? It drives me freaking crazy (not a far drive, I know).

So I am haven't been able to read any of my FAVORITE blogs because I am trying to find you all again. Hang in there I am tracking folks down like a hungry blood hound. Thanks to ALL of you for having your favorites listed on your blogs, I am clicking away madly! I just added some tonight and will continue through the rest of the week. In the mean time, grrr along with me!

GRRRRRRR! }:~ P

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Wednesday, May 31, 2006

An idea that worked for S'mee a long time ago...

Not that my kids were perfect, but here's a little something that worked for S'mee when the young'uns were tiny and I was beside myself trying to go it alone while Thor slay some beast in another state. 5 kids under 12 and not a husband around during the week and sometimes for weeks on end. I prayed for help; and this is what I got as an answer.

I made a chart on graph paper. Each child (all 5 of 'em!) was given a colour. Blue =#1, Red =#2, Pink =#3, Orange =#4, and Green = #5. It was easy, we just gave them their favorite colour.

On the chart I made 5 single columns that began at the top of the page for our bedtime (7:30) and went down the page in 5 minute increments until I got to the 3/4 mark on the page; somewhere around 2:00. Each column was coloured to match each child.

On the botton 1/4 of the page I drew a SIMPLE cartoon type picture of a mom with a smiling face and five kids with smiling faces, above their heads was a moon, a clock set to bedtime, and a plate of food - dinner. This picture was on the left side of the page. On the right side of the page was the same cartoon (I traced them) except this time all the faces were a bit red in the cheeks and had angry expressions. Above their heads was a sun, a clock set early, and a plate with a sandwich. These pictures symbolised "If we obey and get along -we get to go to bed at bed time and eat a nice dinner. - If not, we go to bed early and get a sandwich." (if you need to, copy pictures from a magazine or colouring book)

The paper was then laminated and hung with magnets on the lower part of the fridge so that the children could use a dry wipe marker to indicate when they choose to go to bed, by putting a marker dot over the time on the chart -in their column- each time they misbehaved. (They would also tell mom what they did to choose to go to bed early and say they were sorry. This was teaching them a simple form of repentance.) Each night the chart would be erased when the child was getting ready for bed. If there was a need for marking the chart again that day/night the marks counted against the following day. The second day my kids learned that it stinks to wake up knowing you are going to bed ten minutes early and the day just began! After a few days they got very obedient during bed time prep.

I decided I WOULD NOT argue any longer with anyone who was not my own age. I was THE Mom!!! Any arguments were answered by one more mark on the chart.

We had a family night such as the one described below. I introduced the chart and explained that each bad word, bickering, argueing, etc. would mean they were choosing to go to bed five minutes earlier. I explained it until they understood completely. The chart had pictures (above) so even though we had non readers they could "read" it. The main point was they were learning to make choices and be accountable for them. They were learning that they chose to go to bed on time or early by their actions.

Let me tell you that first day was a nightmare! My #1 went to bed at 3:30! But I held firm! At 3:00 I went outside and told him it was time for his bath and the bedtime routine began. Of course there were objections and by the time he finally fell asleep that night he had chosen to go to bed the following night an hour earlier. Not one of the five went to bed on time, in fact, all of them were in bed at least two hours early. BUT it only took about a week before that changed. Soon the bedtimes were on time or within a half an hour of normal. After a while the kids knew I meant what I said.

We also introduced a special "time jar" for when mommy and daddy misbehaved. If mom or dad said a bad word, were angry or broke the rules they had to put five minutes in the Time Jar. At the end of the week the kids got to decide how to spend that time with mom and dad.

It was a huge blessing not to have to argue with any one any more! It was not a dictatorship, however we began to discuss rather than argue. No more mean faces or funky noises when mom made a final decision. It was peaceful. And let me assure you that this set the ground rules for their teen years. Not too many parents can say their teens don't talk back, but mine didn't; they learned this habit when they were young and somehow it stuck. This also means that mom and dad are training themselves not to yell at their offspring and to control their moods as well. It worked for everyone.

If this sounds like it may work for your family you are welcome to copy the outline below.

Family Night Overview

Opening Song: Choose the Right Way CS 160

Opening Prayer:

Scripture: Mosiah 4:14-15

Ask each family member to tell of a time when they felt really happy.

Explain that Heavenly Father and Jesus want us to be happy all the time. When we look at the times when we are happy it is usually when we are obedient and following the commandments of Heavenly Father. Commandments are like Heavenly Father's rules.

Our home also has rules. What are some of our rules?

When we follow the home and family rules we are happy.

Satan does not want our family to be happy. He has come up with a plans to make us sad. One of his plans has a name: Contention. (see 3 Nephi 11:29) Contention means to argue or fight with each other, to use mean voices and angry words, and faces. When we disobey the family rules it makes Satan happy and Heavenly Father sad. It makes us sad too. We are Heavenly Father's children; we feel the same way Heavenly Father feels when we obey and when we do not obey. We do not want contention in our home; we want to feel happy inside.

Our bedtime rule is that the children go to bed at 7:30 so they can have a good night sleep and wake up happy and ready for a new day.

Let's talk about a new rule to help make us happy. It is a choosing rule. You will get to choose for yourself to obey or disobey.

Do you think it would help if we started to think carefully about our words and actions? Our words and actions need to be nice. We need to speak nicely to each other, not argue or fight, and to obey Mommy and Daddy without arguing.

Do you think we can choose correctly and make Heavenly Father and ourselves happy all the time?

Here is a special chart that will help all of us learn to choose the right and make changes so that we can be a happier family.

If we choose well all day long, we will get to eat dinner with the family and spend family time until our bedtime. Mommy and Daddy will spend the time right before bedtime helping you take a bath, brush your teeth, and get ready for bedtime. We will share a story, tell you the things you did right all day, say our prayers and sing a song before you go to sleep. That would make us all happy, right?

When we choose to disobey, or uses mean words, or argue, we will lose 5 minutes of the day. This means that we will need to go to bed five minutes earlier. If we who choose to disobey the family rules we will go to the chart with Mommy and cross off the bedtime by five minutes. We will also have to tell Mommy what we chose to do wrong and say we are sorry and try to do better.

It takes us a half hour to get ready for bed. So at the end of the day Mommy or Daddy will check the chart and when we are a half hour from the bedtime you have chosen, we will come and get you and help you get ready for bed. We will help you take your bath, brush your teeth, and get ready for bed. We will say prayers with you, tell you the things you did right, and tuck you in.

We will not get a story or a song if we choose to go to bed early. If we choose to go to bed before dinnertime, when it is dinnertime, Mommy will bring us a sandwich and a glass of milk. We will not be allowed to get out of bed without permission; if we choose to disobey then we will lose 5 minutes off of the next day. Even if it's sunny outside or we are not tired we will need to rest quietly in our bed. If we have to go potty, we will need to ask Mommy or Daddy to get out of bed. If we choose to pretend or be disobedient after we are in bed, then we will choose to lose another five minutes for the next day.

Prudence will be the red colour and Hortence will be the blue colour (and so on). Mommy and Daddy will help us to choose the right. If we argue with Mommy or Daddy we are choosing to lose five minutes.

If Mommy and Daddy use angry words or disobey the family rules they will choose to put 5 minutes in the special jar. At the end of the week, we will count up all the minutes. The children in the family can decide how to spend the time in the jar with Mommy and Daddy.

Do we think we can change for the better and make us all happy? Do we think that Heavenly Father will be happy with us?

I know that Heavenly Father will be very happy that our family is trying to be obedient and not allow Satan to make our choices.

Let's begin this tomorrow and see how much we more happy we can be by next week!

Closing Song: Quickly I'll Obey CS 197

Closing Prayer:

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Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Memorial Day.

There are a few reasons I have a difficult time writing something fitting for this day, I have tried several times to come up with a good post, however all I can muster is: "I miss you Mike." This is the anniversary of my big brother's passing several years ago (he was only 32); well actually my brother and his son Michael Jr. (just 71/2). The details are sad enough, but sometimes it is better to just say I had a really good guy for a brother, he was missed then and he is missed still. I could write the things that made his special to me, but I would never stop writing. His little boy was 16 hours older than my #1, they were both born in the same hospital. We were close to them both and we miss them more than words can describe at times.

To keep our minds off this tragedy, Chronicler, The Big Guy, Thor, and myself went out to Chronicler and Big Guy's property in AZ. This was the first time Thor and I had seen the land, and it sure was pretty. Some hills and a few 'gully washers' where the rain gathers to run down the slopes, just enough trees and large bushes to give it texture and beauty. Lots of petrified wood, tiny purple, blue and red rocks and pebbles, and at least one geode. Blooming catus, a couple of varieties, and surprisingly devoid of tumble weeds.

The sky is huge and clear, deep blue, and the clouds look painted on. We encountered one bug, a very small army of black ants, and one excitable bright neon green lizard who liked to show off by running upright and waving his little arms as he went by. The best encounter was a small herd of antelope who pranced by flashing their very white little tails. And then there was the discovery down the road of a fully grown black cow that had been decaying beside a Juniper bush for quite some time.

I took a few photos of bees as they jumped from flower to flower gathering nector and dusting themselves liberally with pollen. There were also photos of the land, the trees, hills, and even one particularly pretty one of Chronicler framed by the arms of one of her wild Junipers. Unfortunately neither blogger nor flickr! will allow me to post photos today. SAD FACE.

Thor and I had such a fun time. We walked the whole property and exchanged ideas on just where and how certain areas of the property should be developed. A honeymoon cabin here, a hunting lodge there, and the large front window of the house should be riiiiggghht here so it can see this view of the sunset every night. They took it pretty well considering we were 'spending' a lot of their hard earned dollars on retreat cottages for ourselves and a retirement home to boot. Everyone needs a rich relative to fall back on, right?

We also took in X-Men, which I thought had a lot of holes in it. (Thor tells me to get over it...it's a cartoon!) This is the first time I have seen any X-Men movie, so in fairness, I wasn't the best critic. However, when the bad guy was standing in bright sunlight one minute and turned his head to another bad guy and the night sky had fallen...it was a bit inconsistant for me. That and some other stuff made it kind of silly, but still it was a fun movie.

The only let down was the trip home with the holiday traffic swelling up near Palm Springs. Lucky for us, Chronicler was familiar with the area well enough to route us around the freeways and down little known "roads". We probably saved a good hour of freeway sitting!

All in all we had a great time. I just wish I had the photos to prove it!

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Thursday, May 25, 2006

A little good news...

Tuesday, May 23 Washington Post staff writer, Hamil R. Harris wrote an interesting and positive article on Gladys Knight and her part in a conference held at a Maryland Stake Center.

Anyone interested in reading good news, including her testimony and others, and an urging to allow those missionaries on bikes into your home go to: Washington Post!

In other news I have learned that the entire videos for Special Witnesses of Christ and also The Restoration are also available for viewing on line. Special Witnesses ofChrist is one of my all time favorite videos and I am very excited that now, anyone with interest can just click and view it over and over again if they wish. Both movies are the full length versions and good quality.

Enjoy!

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Saturday, May 20, 2006

An open (gripe) letter to all Ward Slackers

For some time now the church has had limited janitorial services and expect the members of the wards to regularly attend to the cleaning of the building. In our area, each ward is assigned certain times and within the ward each auxiliary is designated a particular day. This seems like an easy idea; until you consider the following. Some folks don't respond to the call to clean, and others feel that whatever they leave wherever they leave it will magically disappear or "someone" will pick it up for them.

Three other folks, and myself, are tired of being your "someone".

Thor is a High Priest, he is also Young Men's President, and I am a sister in the Relief Society which means when it is our turn to clean the building, Thor and I are expected to be there bright and early three out of four Saturdays in a month. Fine, I have no problem doing my share. However I do have a problem with cleaning pink lipstick kissy lips off of the windows, gum wrappers off the floors, putting books back onto shelves or bench holders, and other seemingly needless chores that should have no need to be done in the first place.

I am a bit fed up with you folks who allow your family's food, toys, and papers to remain on the pews. You just drop the hymnals on the floor and leave them there to press open the pages and dog ear the corners. Hello! The holder is at your kneecap, use it!

Today I unwound the cords of two different mics from around the piano leg. WHY? There is no need for that. The same for having to empty small classroom trash cans filled to overflowing when a large 32 gallon trash can is available down the hall in another room. Did you somehow miss seeing that the can was spilling over to the carpet or do you just like to see how high you can balance trash?

It makes me nuts to see the windows and the doors, filled with not just tiny fingerprints, but those of large people who should know better than to push on the glass instead of the handles, or play on the windows and just walk away. And those kissy lips? Egads! Can't you see how filthy that outside window is, I mean really...there was bird poop right next to your lipstain. You make me gag. And BTW, your nose print is pretty gross as well, if you can't see as far out to the parking lot as you wish, GO OUT SIDE, it's lovely weather out there.

What about erasing a board after class? How hard is that? Or vacuuming up after that whatever you did in the cultural hall last night? Do you think your mom is coming in today to wash those dishes on the counter or wipe off the stove? How about taking home that stuff you left in the fridge, I mean really, no one is here to eat your leftovers.

Hey mom, ever wonder why the Mother's Room smells the way it does? 'Could have something to do with a pail full of poopy diapers left to ferment over 7 days in the desert heat. Now let's think, just for a minute, how one might solve that issue...

If the four of us who do show up to clean the building for you are willing to scrub the toilet, mop the floors, wash all the doors, foyer windows, and mirrors, vacuum the entire building, dust each room, empty the large trash cans, replace all the paper goods, and ready the place for Sunday worship... the least you can do is take home the dang trash you leave in the pew each week. C'mon, that program is not that heavy, and don't you need that book at home? And while we're at it, how long do you go between snacks at home, and who pick the crackers and candy wrappers up for you there?

Take this as my personal invitation to come help once in a while, the four of us would like to go some place on Saturday morning too. Contrary to popluar belief, you are not that special and yes, this is your job too. You know, maybe if it takes 4 of us 3 hours to clean each week, if you came, maybe we could get done in 1 hour?

In your honour I offer the following song to get you motivated:

Ere you left the church this morning,
Did you think to clean?
Place the book back in its' holder?,
Pick up all your books and folders,
As you left the scene?

No, your mother does not live there!
She will not clean up for you.
If you make a mess while you're there,
Clean it, get a clue.

Classroom trash can filled with garbage,
Did you empty it?
Did you take the program with you?
Leave no wrappers on the church pew,
Where you family sits?

Did you leave the sacrament cups,
Cheerios or tiny toys?
Did you make sure it was spotless?
What did you teach your girls and boys?

Did you use the glass or handles,
to enter through the doors?
Print on windows full of sorrow,
Spray of Windex did you borrow
How clean were the floors?

No, your Mother does not live there.
Janitors have gone away.
It your job now, please do your share,
Before you leave today!

We get to clean -AGAIN- next Saturday. Do us a favor and clean up after yourself today so if you don't show up, at least all we have to do is clean what is actually on the list of chores and not all the extra work you leave behind.

Thanks.

(Original Text: Mary A. Pepper Kidder, 1820–1905
Music: William O. Perkins, 1831–1902)

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Friday, May 19, 2006

FYI

I just deleted a huge long detailed post about how I have just been released from my calling at church (Relief Society Education Counselor [sort of like being VP in the Ladies Group at church]) and how that has kept me busy the last few weeks. I rethought that post and deleted it.

Suffice it to say I am HAPPY about the release, although today I woke up to the knowledge that I actually do have a deep love for these sisters, literally crazy or not, the inactive ones and the ones who are mean and ornery. The one who speaks broken English but goes out of her way to give me a hug each week. The one who glares at me each time I go out of my way to say hello to her. The older gal who I just adore for no reason other than she rocks the Kasbah. I even love the one who caused me the most headaches and the ward the most trouble. I have tried to explain to others that if this woman were a broken clock, she would still be right twice a day.

I have a testimony of missionary work in the sense of finding the lost sheep and bringing them back into the fold, as it were. I never thought it would be as easy as writing a genuine letter, sending an invitation, or just asking someone to actually come to church. But it is. I know that not everyone who is needy wants to be helped, and that someone who has everything, who is generous and giving, also needs to be given to.

I am saddened that others do not share my enthusiasm at the work, nor my disappointment with our current failures. One of my biggest heartaches comes from what I term "Adult Apathy". I believe it will be the catalyst for the weeding out in the last days, however far off or soon one presumes those days are.

I am so glad for the two really good friendships I have made. One to a sister who never sees ill and another who always, always feels the Spirit and follows what she feels. They have taught me much.

Most of all I am even more grateful for Thor who seems to always give excellent advice, knows when to push me and when to help me refrain from "doing". I still manage to mess up on a regular basis, but he always finds a way to help me get through. He is wise and more patient than I when it comes to other people. He also knows when to stop and he is trying to teach me that timing as well.

So, for now and probably a tad bit longer i am without a calling. So I hope to use the extra time around the house and getting more things done. I have a commission from a young family to do a temple painting so I want to get that started soon as well. I am excited about having time to breathe, some alone time and some time, hopefully, to build on my talents.

But first, I need to tackle that bedroom! Did I tell you Thor finally put down the wood in the hall floor? WAHOO! The front of the house is filled to the brim with books and other "stuff" that was in the hall on book shelves, etc., so I have a lot of work cut out for me.... yikes!

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Thursday, May 18, 2006

Brought to you by the letter "B"...

ms. Lisa invited me to play! Wohoo! She gave me the letter 'B'.


Uh Oh Bees
Originally uploaded by star-fangled-nut.


Here's how it works: If you wanna play too, let me know in the comments or send me an email and I'll assign you a letter. Then you write about 10 words that start with that letter that are important to you and explain why. Here it goes!

1. Blessings. I fell in love with Thor, who just happens to have a "B" in his name. So my #1 favorite important "B" thing is how it is attached to my Thor! Then the blessings began. We have had some pretty tough times like everyone and the blessings always come. If it is one thing I have learned and wish would always be in my forefront, it is that the blessings ALWAYS come.

2. Beauty mark. Well that 's what we call it. My Grampa had this gynormous mole just to the side of his nose. Well I inherited that mole; only mine is more like a freckle with an ego. Low and behold our first daughter also inherited it and hers has been admired by many a young fellow with remarks of how hers is way prettier than Julia Roberts.

3. Beach. Gimmie a beach cause I LOOOOOVE 'EM! I grew up near a beach most of my childhood. I knew how to swim before I could walk and I just get happy happy happy when I can smell that Briny Beach Breeze!

4. Babies, Bread, Beach, and Bad weather. My favorite scents in the whole world! Nothing smells more wonderful and works like aroma therapy on steroids for me than the smell of a new baby, baking bread, awesome beach air or the air when it rains...Baby them thars good smellin!

5. Birth mark. Thor and I have a "thing". There is a legend that says before you were born God pulled you apart into two pieces. He sent one half of you here and the other half of you there and if you were lucky someday you would find your other half and just feel it, know it. Thor and I know we are "pull aparts" because we both have birth marks on two places on each of our hands that, if we put our hands together the same way, the birth marks match up. We are pull aparts and these birth marks are our scars from God.

Yeah, it's cheesy, but it works for us.

6. Babies. All I wanted to be when I was little was a mom. My 5 babies made my dreams come true; and yeah, I am one happy mom.

7. Books. I have a ton of books and I have a very hard time throwing any of them out. I love the idea of a whole wall of nothing but books on shelves. A comfy chair and a good lamp, and some time to enjoy reading. wow, wouldn't that be nice? For right now they are everywhere... all over the house, in every room, a gazillion books!

8. Basics. I enjoy knowing the basics. Like when someone says, "Hey we're making grapevine wreaths..." I know they really mean they will decorate a premade wreath of vines. I like to know how to make the actual wreath from the actual vine. Take me back to the basic of whatever and I get pretty excited.

9. Browsing. I really enjoy browsing through bookstores, museums, cities, cemeteries, gardens, churches, and pretty much anywhere I can find something to look at and observe...even if it's only people.

10. Believing. I have been blessed with a believing heart in matters of God, the Church, stuff like that. I question some, but mostly I trust and believe. The things I do question I think the answers will come when I am Spiritually mature enough to handle them. I think it has been a blessing for me in the long run. I see the struggle others have with so many things in life that for me just "are" or they "are not".

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Thursday, May 11, 2006

what's a meme 4?

I was waltzing through my blogs today and caught up with Ms. Jewel over at cryptic lady's couch. Seems she would like to tag me with a meme. Unfortunately I already did the weird things about s'mee, so I opted for an different meme she had on her blog. I think these ones are as interesting, so, for Jewel, here you go:

1. Name a trait you share with your parents or children. Parental traits, I would have to go with potty mouth, complaining constantly, and being able to make something from nothing. With the offspring the traits would be enjoying music, dancing like a nutcase, and humour in just about every situation. That and their amazing, almost spokesmodel good looks.

2. How would you describe your personal comfort zone? I like to be barefoot, I like to be surrounded by good chocolate, I like being relatively out of debt, and I don't like being alone. Other than that I am pretty comfy. Well, if you don't count scary stuff.

3. What's the best advice you've been given, but didn' t heed? In my P.B., It advises me to make my close friends "only those who have strong testimonies in the church". There is an awful lot in those few words of advice. And I have learned for me, the hard way, I should make my friends those who have strong testimonies of the church! That and buying oranges when I should have been buying Apples.

4. Do you like your handwriting? I do like my handwriting, although I admit to being able to match closely pretty much any handwriting if I can study it for a few minutes. It's more of an artsy thing than any other reason. There for a while I used calligraphy as a way to make my writing more "pretty". After a while I hated that idea. I LOVE the way both of my sisters write; and I find it almost eerie that one of my daughter's handwriting is a dead wringer for my dad's. Thor's handwriting is that of a brain surgeon, i.e. good luck reading it. That and the handwriting one the wall has always been pretty good.

So dear sister, if you ever get a minute, this would be a good meme for you. She always has something good to say.

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Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Birth Control and Micro Abortion "How does our birth control really accomplish the task?"

So we have learned that if one believes the fact that “life begins at conception” and that conception means when the egg and the sperm meet and begin to grow, then there is also an opportunity for pregnancy to happen -even though one has been using a birth control method other than abstinence.

We know that there are, what the medical field refers to as, “break through” fertilizations and that a pregnancy can and does happen in every form of “birth control”. The fertilized eggs that are able to attach and form a placenta are considered a viable pregnancy. But what about the other fertilized eggs, the other viable lives that are unable to attach? Those pregnancies are not counted because most women haven’t a clue they were pregnant. How does this happen? It happens because the way their birth controls are designed to work. It happens through abortion.

As in the post prior, I will high-light my own words in blue. All others will be from the articles listed at the end of the quote. I do take liberty at italics and bold.

“There are over 30 "contraceptive" pills on the market, each differing a little from the others. They prevent birth through three separate functions.

1. They thicken the mucous plug at the cervix. If this is the primary effect, then it truly is contraceptive because it prevents sperm from entering.

2. They prevent release of the ovum. If this is the primary effect, then the function is "temporary" sterilization.

3. They render the lining of the womb hostile to the implantation of the tiny new human at one week of life. This effect is abortifacient.

The earlier high-estrogen pills largely prevented ovulation. The newer low-estrogen pills allow "break-through" ovulation in up to 20% or more of the months used. Such a released ovum is fertilized 10% or more of the time. Most of these tiny new lives which result, do not survive. The reason is that at one week of life this tiny new boy or girl cannot implant in the womb lining (see number 3 above) and dies. These are micro-abortions.

The pill, then, can have a contraceptive or temporary sterilization effect (by far the most common), or it can be an abortifacient. "The Physiologic Function of Certain Birth Control Measures," National RTL News, Mar. 9, 1981

This means that if there is a break through fertilization, which the experts and manufacturers tell will happen from time to time, that the back up plan for these BIRTH controls is to provide an in home abortion, however early.

"The morphological changes observed in the endometrium of oral contraceptive users have functional significance and provide evidence that reduced endometrial receptivity does indeed contribute to the contraceptive efficacy of OCs." In other words, because the endometrial lining is not receptive to the human being, who must implant in order to continue living, the human being will die. Somkuti, et al., "The Effect of Oral Contraceptive Pills on Markers of Endometrial Receptivity," Fertility and Sterility, Vol. 65, #3, 3/96, p. 488

“What of Progesterone-Only pills?
These fall into the same category as the Progesterone- Only implant, Norplant, and the Progesterone-Only injection, Depo Provera.”

So... “What about Norplant and Depo Provera?

On Norplant: “This is an implant under the skin of her forearm that lasts five years. In the first half of that time it’s effect is to almost always suppress ovulation. In the last half of that time, break-through ovulation is the rule. However, very few pregnancies survive. Clearly, this second half is commonly effective through micro-abortions and prevention of implantation.”

On DepoProvera: “As with Norplant, there is some variance from woman to woman, but in a far higher percent of cases Depo Provera suppresses ovulation. Break-through ovulation, however, does occur as attested to by full-term pregnancies recorded with women who were receiving this shot every three months.”

Both of these use a form of continuing dose of progesterone. Part of the time they prevent ovulation. Part of the time they allow ovulation and fertilization, but prevent implantation. Therefore, they function both as a contraceptive, at times, and as an abortifacient at times

And then we have the facts on how an IUD really works:

“The intrauterine device, commonly referred to as an IUD or coil (in Europe), is a small plastic or metal device that is inserted through the vagina and into the cavity of the uterus. The purpose of this is to "prevent" pregnancy.

Is an IUD a contraceptive or an abortive agent?

...Almost all scientific papers had agreed that its effect was to prevent the implantation of the tiny new human being into the nutrient lining of the uterus; an abortive action. The U.S. Food and Drug Administration stated in an official report that its effectiveness is "in direct proportion to the quantity and quality of the inflammatory reaction to various types of IUDs"...and states that there "is one common thread . . . " They all "interfere in some manner with the implantation of the fertilized ovum in the uterine cavity." Second Report on IUDs, Dec. 1978, U.S. Dept. of HEW, Food & Drug Administration Document 017-012-00276-5
A detailed report in a Planned Parenthood publication in 1989 claimed that a high percentage of its action was the prevention of fertilization. IUDs are ontraceptives, not Abortifacients: A Comment on Research and Belief, I. Sivin, Studies in Family Planning, Vol. 20, No. 6, Dec. ’89My question is: what about the opposite side of that equation? What about the low percent? Aren't those still considered abortions?

So this leaves us with another question. Which birth control methods work also as an abortifacient?

“Which methods do this? In varying degree, the methods that prevent implantation, and therefore kill a baby at one week of life, include the intrauterine device (IUD), Norplant, Depo Provera, Progesterone Only pills, low-dose contraceptive combination pills, and the morning-after pills.”

If we, as women, consider ourselves edcucated about our rights, our bodies, and our ability to make correct decisions for ourselves, should we not be more conserned, more proactive about how we are treating our bodies and how the chemicals, drugs, etc., react inside each of us? Or do we allow our medical communities to make those decisions for us? Would we allow our doctor to do major surgery without studying all the facts and if that surgery were indeed our only option?

How many of us did more than read the package instructions? Do we read the small print and question why the "side effects" are what they are? Many of us trust our doctors, friends, even our unknowing mothers and went blindly into this practice feeling assured we were safe. Trusted that our furture children would be safe. We are living in a world where we need to know for ourselves.

A few more quotes from my church leaders:

"Scripture declares that the “life of the flesh is in the blood.” (Lev. 17:11.) Abortion sheds that innocent blood. …It is the belief of those who are members of this Church that human life is so hallowed and precious that there is an accountability to God on the part of those who invoke the sacred fountains of life." Russell M. Nelson, “Reverence for Life,” Ensign, May 1985, 11

"President Spencer W. Kimball has recently said, “This is one of the most despicable of all sins—to destroy an unborn child to save one from embarrassment or to save one’s face or comfort.” (Ensign, Nov. 1974, p. 7.)

“For the unborn, only two possibilities are open: It can become a live human being or a dead unborn child. ….Dietrich Bonhoeffer, referring to the unborn babe in the mother’s womb, said, “The simple fact is that God certainly intended to create a human being.” …Because she feels it, every mother knows there is sacred life in the body of her unborn babe. There is also life in the spirit, and some time before birth the body and the spirit are united. When they do come together, we have a human soul. For the Lord has said, “And the spirit and the body are the soul of man.” (D&C 88:15.)”

The destruction of such a treasure is so abhorrent that the First Presidency of the Church has clearly and repeatedly counseled the world—as did President Kimball this morning—against the taking of unborn life. I quote, “Abortion must be considered one of the most revolting and sinful practices in this day. … Members of the Church guilty of being parties to the sin of abortion must be subjected to the disciplinary action of the councils of the Church as circumstances warrant.”

Members are counseled neither “to submit to or perform an abortion except in the rare cases where” it is medically necessary, and, as the First Presidency has further counseled, “even then it should be done only after counseling with the local presiding priesthood authority and after receiving divine confirmation through prayer.” The First Presidency has advised that it will be amenable to the laws of repentance and forgiveness. (Ensign, March 1973, p. 64.) James E. Faust, “The Sanctity of Life,” Ensign, May 1975, 27

I urge all who may have dipped into the fountains of life to respect the divinity inherent in that life and to protect this sacred treasure and its transcending blessings. For the Savior of the world said, “Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these … ye have done it unto me.” (Matt. 25:40.) James E. Faust, “The Sanctity of Life,” Ensign, May 1975, 27

Now, is there hope for those who have so sinned without full understanding, who now suffer heartbreak? Yes. So far as is known, the Lord does not regard this transgression as murder. And “as far as has been revealed, a person may repent and be forgiven for the sin of abortion.” 13 Gratefully, we know the Lord will help all who are truly repentant. 13. General Handbook of Instructions, 1983, p. 78. Russell M. Nelson, “Reverence for Life,” Ensign, May 1985, 11

My hope is that if any of us are in the practice of using these forms of birth control that we can study it out and make an informed decision on whether or not to continue, or choose an alternative method. I also have faith in what my church leaders have said; that if anyone feels they have "sinned without full understanding" they can and will be forgiven through the process of repentance.

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Sunday, May 07, 2006

Sunday recess post

Last night we had the Little Man and his folks over for a visit and out to dinner. After dinner we came back to the house. Grampa Thor was teasing Little Man. We have an amazingly narrow family room. With gramma's chair on one side and grampa's chair just opposite, Grampa has the ability to block access in or out of the room by just raising his leg across to gramma's chair. After a few rounds of "let me in, let me out" Grampa raised the stakes.

Little Man: I want in.
Grampa Thor: What's the magic word?
Little Man: Pleeeeease.
Grampa Thor: Nope.
Little Man: Pleeeeeease Grampa Thor?
Grampa Thor: How 'bout 'abracadabra'?
Little Man: NO Thor! That's NOT the magic word.
Grampa Thor: Well, how 'bout 'Open Sesame!'
Little Man: (grousing face)
Grampa Thor: Can you say 'Open Sesame!'
Little Man: Open ssssss...
Grampa Thor: Open, Ses - a - me, ses-a-me, ses-a-me.
Little Man: OPEN SES - A - THOR!

he kills me.

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