Saturday, October 23, 2010

Halloween Party

Today we had our annual Halloween Party at my mom's house.  Each year we have a party with all of my siblings and their kids.  We had a great time hanging out, chatting, eating, and playing games.  The kids played several different games (fishing pond, pie eating contest, bean bag toss, candy walk).  Haley decided to dress up like a cheerleader this year.  She wore a T-shirt that she got when she participated in a cheer clinic at the high school and one of my old cheer skirts.  She was darling as usual.
Waiting in line for the fishing pond
  Jace was Mario a couple of years ago, and decided that he wanted to go as Mario again this year.  After all, he loves all the Mario video games.  He makes a cute little Mario if I do say so myself.
Mr. Mario Wilson
John and I dressed up like Dog Bounty Hunter and his wife Beth.  If for some reason you don't know who they are....

Here is our best rendition...  Oh boy.......This picture doesn't even LOOK like John.  I couldn't quit laughing at him in the car on the way there.  I just kept doing a double take.

Some of the kids getting ready for the pie eating contest

Brynn dressed up like a funky butterfly.  She looked cute and had a blast in the pie eating contest.  I'm not sure who won.  I think they were all too busy laughing.
Brynn during the pie eating contest

Riley was a super hero in her Superman under ware.  She was being crazy on the trampoline and I had to snap a few pictures.  She is such a goof.
Super Riley to the rescue!

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Friday Flashback...on a Sunday. Okay, so I'm a little slow...

What is a Friday Flashback, you ask?  Well it is something that happened a long time ago...something that I would like to document, so I don't forget.

This Friday Flashback takes us back to 1992.  John and I had only been married about 6 months or so.  We had just recently moved into a lady's house, her name was Annabelle, and she was leaving for an 18 month mission for the church--we were going to house sit for her. 

Annabelle's house is a completely different blog post in and of itself.  (I did love Annabelle, she was a great lady!  Her house was just a little spooky to a young married girl.)  A few adjectives that could describe the house...chilling, creepy, eerie, horrendous, intimidating, shocking, spooky, hair-raising, horrifying, spine-chilling, unnerving--the list could go on.  Sorry Annabelle, I tend to call it like it is.  Did I mention that her house was VERY old.  So we basically lived in a crypt for 18 months.
One evening I was preparing dinner in the old kitchen of the old house.  John was on the phone, and I was at the stove attempting to make white gravy.  When I say "attempting" to make gravy, I mean it.  Like I already said, we had only been married a few months and I was most certainly NOT a gourmet chef.  I was more of an easy-bake oven kind of gal.

I was using the "flour" that Annabelle had left in a canister to make my delicious white gravy.  Try as I may, I could not get the gravy to thicken.   The more I tried the more frenzied I got.  After trying for SEVERAL minutes, I started to pitch a little temper-tantrum-fit.  I think I may have even been stomping around the kitchen, and I hate to think of what was coming out of my mouth.  You get the picture.

Eventually, John came into the kitchen and told me that I needed to take a break and come back to the "gravy" in a minute.  I forcefully told him "NO...not a chance"--I was very adamant about it.  Those of you that know me well, know that I am stubborn and very determined when it comes to completing something.

I continued to try to thicken the gravy, which lead to more stomping, which lead to more anger.  Eventually John came to the conclusion that I needed to be removed from the kitchen.  As he came to physically remove me from the kitchen, I spread my legs and anchored myself to the counter top.  It became a complete WWF competition in the kitchen, and I was not going down without a fight.  The harder he pulled, the tighter my grip.  Ultimately, John was stronger and was able to detach me from the counter and haul me off into the living room.  He sat my fuming fanny down on the couch--I don't remember if it was accompanied with a "lecture series" or not.  What he probably wanted to do was turn me over his knee and spank my butt, swat my behinder, tan my hide, paddle my rump, work me over, whatever you want to call it.

I sat there in the living room and fumed for a few minutes, and then went back into the kitchen.  When I was able to gather my wits and look closely at the "flour" I had been using, I discovered that it was actually powdered sugar.

The complete definition of my situation...stupid person ,blockhead, donkey, dope, dunce, fool, idiot, imbecile, jerk, nitwit, numbskull, simpleton, twit.

Just imagine how I felt as I tried to explain to John what went wrong in my "gravy making process".  It wasn't the ingredients, it was the chef.  And instead of wearing a chef's hat, I was wearing a dunce cap.

Good thing I am married to such a kind a patient guy.  He simply let me blow my top, pitch a fit, rant on and on, and then come back to see the error of my ways.  At that point I'm sure that John realized he was in for more then he bargained for, marrying this little lady.

Everyone is entitled to be stupid, but some abuse the privilege. --Unknown

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Come what may, and love it

For a few weeks now, I have had the saying "Come what may, and love it", running through my mind.  I revisited the talk that was given by Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin Of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles, titled "Come what may, and love it".  The following is from that talk... 

When I was young I loved playing sports, and I have many fond memories of those days. But not all of them are pleasant. I remember one day after my football team lost a tough game, I came home feeling discouraged. My mother was there. She listened to my sad story. She taught her children to trust in themselves and each other, not blame others for their misfortunes, and give their best effort in everything they attempted.

When we fell down, she expected us to pick ourselves up and get going again. So the advice my mother gave to me then wasn’t altogether unexpected. It has stayed with me all my life.

“Joseph,” she said, “come what may, and love it.”

I have often reflected on that counsel.

I think she may have meant that every life has peaks and shadows and times when it seems that the birds don’t sing and bells don’t ring. Yet in spite of discouragement and adversity, those who are happiest seem to have a way of learning from difficult times, becoming stronger, wiser, and happier as a result.

There may be some who think that General Authorities rarely experience pain, suffering, or distress. If only that were true. While every man and woman on this stand today has experienced an abundant measure of joy, each also has drunk deeply from the cup of disappointment, sorrow, and loss. The Lord in His wisdom does not shield anyone from grief or sadness.

For me, the Lord has opened the windows of heaven and showered blessings upon my family beyond my ability to express. Yet like everyone else, I have had times in my life when it seemed that the heaviness of my heart might be greater than I could bear. During those times I think back to those tender days of my youth when great sorrows came at the losing end of a football game.

How little I knew then of what awaited me in later years. But whenever my steps led through seasons of sadness and sorrow, my mother’s words often came back to me: “Come what may, and love it.”

How can we love days that are filled with sorrow? We can’t—at least not in the moment. I don’t think my mother was suggesting that we suppress discouragement or deny the reality of pain. I don’t think she was suggesting that we smother unpleasant truths beneath a cloak of pretended happiness. But I do believe that the way we react to adversity can be a major factor in how happy and successful we can be in life.

If we approach adversities wisely, our hardest times can be times of greatest growth, which in turn can lead toward times of greatest happiness.

I really appreciate that last part about approaching adversities wisely, because it CAN be the times that we grow the most.  And of course when you are growing, you are happy!  No one walks away from a trial in life without taking a good hard look at things.  I guess it is our choice, or agency, as to what we do with the things we have learned. 

Having lost my dad, it has really made me look at life differently--my perspective has changed.  I want to try a little harder, be a little better, I have more empathy and love.  There have been many days that I have asked myself..."What is the point?".  We are here on the earth to "prove ourselves" and what exactly am I proving?  

Elder L. Tom Perry said, We can’t predict all the struggles and storms in life, not even the ones just around the next corner, but as persons of faith and hope, we know beyond the shadow of any doubt that the gospel of Jesus Christ is true and the best is yet to come.

Ooooo, I love the sound of that..."the best is yet to come".

**If you want to read Elder Wirthlin's entire talk, click on the title of this post, "Come what may and love it".