Did you know that there are all these really helpful tools on lds.org for reading the scriptures? I did not, but I am VERY excited about them! There is a section for seminary students studying the scriptures and the tools that they can use. I for one, still need some of these more simple references to help me when I'm reading the scriptures.
Did you know that they even have the actual scriptures online that you can read??? Now there is really no excuse for not reading the scriptures, even when you don't have your scriptures! What an inspired idea! The brethren sure know what they are doing!
In preparing for conference, I've found a new strength of motivation to be better at reading the scriptures on a daily basis. In the Book of Mormon and repeatedly in conference and other meetings we are told to "feast upon the words of Christ; for behold, the words of Christ will tell you all things what ye should do" (2 Nephi 32:3). We all need inspiration in our lives for different things and at different times. We should be reading the scriptures and staying close to our Heavenly Father, even in good times, so that in times when we need him most, we don't have so far to go.
We [Ryan & I] started again this morning reading the scriptures before he left for work. Hopefully we can keep it up and get back on track. I notice a big difference in our relationship when we are doing the things we have been counseled by our leaders to do.
I'm grateful to my mother-in-law and her FHE lesson last night that inspired me to do better at these things.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
TAGGED....
Thanks for the Tag, Lindsay...it reminds me just how not-exciting I am :)
Post 7 random facts about yourself.
1. I'm borderline OCD when it comes to some things. Like my hair for instance, if I round-brush it, I have to us a flat iron to make sure that ALL of the ends are curled under. If they aren't, I wet it down and start over. It just doesn't look right to me to have some ends curled under and some all catywompus and all over the place. Another thing I'm particular about is my internet windows/tabs. When I turn my computer on and log into stuff, Windows Messenger HAS to be the first window on the left, then any conversation windows, then my browser window. Inside the browser window, there is a particular order, as well. My Google homepage HAS to be the first tab, then gmail, then any other windows. I don't like navigating away from those two windows...I know I'm weird.
2. I get random bruises from who knows where. One morning I woke up to a ginormous bruise on my hip, and I have NO IDEA where it came from. This was not the first time it has happened either. I've had them on my arms, my knees, my shoulders and once on my head...
3. I would rather chat online than talk on the phone. There is something about the written word that makes me feel more free to say certain things.
4. I would rather sing in church than give a talk. I am always awkward when giving talks in church and never know how to prepare. I am a horrible public speaker. I try to be funny, and it always ends awkwardly.
5. I should have failed my senior algebra class, but I cried my way into a "B". Really! My teacher felt sorry for me that I cried my way through the class, and gave me a "B" so I could graduate. I'm terrible at math. I really, really hope our kids get Ryan's smarts.
6. I am a terrible test taker. I crack under the pressure. I would do really well on assignments in school, but when it came time to take the test, I would always do terribly. I'm sure my teachers thought I was cheating my way through the homework.
7. I always wished that I had an older brother. I wished that I had someone to look out for me on the playground and threaten to beat up people that tried to hurt me :) I was always envious of girls that had older brothers. I wished that my kids would have had an older brother too, I really wanted a boy first for that reason, but I would not trade Hailey for the world!
I don't want to tag people, but if you want to fill out this fun little tag, consider yourself tagged! :)
Post 7 random facts about yourself.
1. I'm borderline OCD when it comes to some things. Like my hair for instance, if I round-brush it, I have to us a flat iron to make sure that ALL of the ends are curled under. If they aren't, I wet it down and start over. It just doesn't look right to me to have some ends curled under and some all catywompus and all over the place. Another thing I'm particular about is my internet windows/tabs. When I turn my computer on and log into stuff, Windows Messenger HAS to be the first window on the left, then any conversation windows, then my browser window. Inside the browser window, there is a particular order, as well. My Google homepage HAS to be the first tab, then gmail, then any other windows. I don't like navigating away from those two windows...I know I'm weird.
2. I get random bruises from who knows where. One morning I woke up to a ginormous bruise on my hip, and I have NO IDEA where it came from. This was not the first time it has happened either. I've had them on my arms, my knees, my shoulders and once on my head...
3. I would rather chat online than talk on the phone. There is something about the written word that makes me feel more free to say certain things.
4. I would rather sing in church than give a talk. I am always awkward when giving talks in church and never know how to prepare. I am a horrible public speaker. I try to be funny, and it always ends awkwardly.
5. I should have failed my senior algebra class, but I cried my way into a "B". Really! My teacher felt sorry for me that I cried my way through the class, and gave me a "B" so I could graduate. I'm terrible at math. I really, really hope our kids get Ryan's smarts.
6. I am a terrible test taker. I crack under the pressure. I would do really well on assignments in school, but when it came time to take the test, I would always do terribly. I'm sure my teachers thought I was cheating my way through the homework.
7. I always wished that I had an older brother. I wished that I had someone to look out for me on the playground and threaten to beat up people that tried to hurt me :) I was always envious of girls that had older brothers. I wished that my kids would have had an older brother too, I really wanted a boy first for that reason, but I would not trade Hailey for the world!
I don't want to tag people, but if you want to fill out this fun little tag, consider yourself tagged! :)
Thursday, March 27, 2008
(Professional Sports)
This may just be my opinion, but professional sports players get paid WAY too much!
I mean seriously! 19 million over 4 years?!?!! What do they add to society? What do they really do?
I'm not saying they aren't talented, but surely they don't have more talent than a life-saving surgeon. For most of these guys, its just natural God-given talent. Yes they worked hard to sharpen their skills, but they didn't go to school for years and years and study their brains out to do their so-called "job".
They aren't contributing to society. All they do is throw a ball around. They aren't teaching our children, or making the world a better, safer place. I ask you, what makes them worth millions of dollars a year??
Now this bothers me on a certain level, but the "bugged" factor goes up to an entirely different level when they WHINE about how "little" they are making. Case in point (and I know this happened some time ago) Latrell Sprewell, former NBA player. In 2005 he turned down a 3 year $21 million dollar (that's right $7 million PER YEAR) contract stating that he "had a family to feed." Most of us could live and then some on merely a quarter of that per year. Now if you can't live off of 7 million per year, maybe you ought to re-think your priorities, or get an accountant that can help you live within your means. That is just plain ridiculous! Now I am reading that Mr. Sprewell is going to have his yacht repossessed and his home foreclosed. And I don't feel the least bit sorry for him.
I mean seriously! 19 million over 4 years?!?!! What do they add to society? What do they really do?
I'm not saying they aren't talented, but surely they don't have more talent than a life-saving surgeon. For most of these guys, its just natural God-given talent. Yes they worked hard to sharpen their skills, but they didn't go to school for years and years and study their brains out to do their so-called "job".
They aren't contributing to society. All they do is throw a ball around. They aren't teaching our children, or making the world a better, safer place. I ask you, what makes them worth millions of dollars a year??
Now this bothers me on a certain level, but the "bugged" factor goes up to an entirely different level when they WHINE about how "little" they are making. Case in point (and I know this happened some time ago) Latrell Sprewell, former NBA player. In 2005 he turned down a 3 year $21 million dollar (that's right $7 million PER YEAR) contract stating that he "had a family to feed." Most of us could live and then some on merely a quarter of that per year. Now if you can't live off of 7 million per year, maybe you ought to re-think your priorities, or get an accountant that can help you live within your means. That is just plain ridiculous! Now I am reading that Mr. Sprewell is going to have his yacht repossessed and his home foreclosed. And I don't feel the least bit sorry for him.
Monday, March 17, 2008
{Frightening}
I am frightened by someone (my cousins/brother) jumping out from behind a door and scaring the pee out of me. Now if we're talking some stranger that is there to murder/rob/harm me, then that would be something much more terrifying.
I am terrified of water. Earlier in my life, it was a debilitating fear. When I was 14, we went on a temple trip to the Manti Temple to do baptisms for the dead. For weeks (seriously) before that, I had nightmares that I was going to drown in the baptismal font. (Ridiculous, I know, I was doing the Lord's work, but are any fears really that rational?) I was so afraid that when I plugged my nose while going under the water, I squeezed too hard and made my nose bleed.
I remember one time, my dad tried to get me to go out on a canoe on a lake with him. My dad understands my fear of water. Besides, he's my dad, he's really not going to let anything bad happen to me. Well we got about a few yards from the shore, and I started panicking. I started crying and telling my dad to take me back. He kept trying to reassure me that I was fine. He was there and I had a life jacket on. He kept going, and I kept panicking. I ended up hyperventilating and they had to take me back.
One summer, after I turned 18, I was up at Mack's Inn with my cousins and they were trying to get me to go on a midnight float down the river. After all day (literally) they convinced me to go, telling me that the river was very shallow, barely 3 feet in some places, and they would let me sit in the middle of the boat, where I couldn't see the water and Spencer and Stephen would sit on either side of me. We walked down to the boat after dark. The closer we got to the water, the more tense I was getting. When we got right next to the boat, I started breathing heavier and heavier. They were having to talk me into it again. I had to sit and remember to breathe. I was starting to hyperventilate again. My cousin, Carrie was trying not to laugh. I remember her saying "I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you, I've just never seen someone so scared of something before." I know I must have been a sight: eyes closed, knuckles white from forming fists, breathing hard and on the verge of tears...at 18 years old.
I've gotten better recently, you'll be happy to know. When we were in Hawaii last year, we went whale watching off the island of Kona. I never hyperventilated, NOT ONCE! My husband and my in-laws were so impressed. I even got right up to the edge of the boat so that I could better see the whales! I was pretty surprised with myself.
I don't want my kids to be afraid of the water, so I am trying to get more comfortable with water for their sake...well right now just for Hailey's sake :) I put her in swimming lessons last year. A mommy & me class and it was so good for me. I thought I would be a nervous wreck with Hailey in the water. It might be a different story when I'm not in the water with her, and she's in a class of 10 with just one teacher...oh here comes the hyperventilating...
I'm frightened when Ryan is out of town and I'm at home by myself all night. I double check the doors, the garage, the windows. I leave lights on. I have to leave the TV on to sleep (which now as I think of it, probably isn't the best since it makes it harder to hear what's going on downstairs...hmmm...)
I'm terrified of heights. I will NEVER go on roller coasters. Go ahead, you can think you can convince me, but it will NEVER happen. I promise. I'm pretty stubborn about this. I can't even watch movies where there are a lot of overhead shots. Besides the fear of heights, I get terrible motion sickness as well. So watching things like this on a movie, especially on a big screen will make me woozy. I will never choose a window seat on a plane. This fear, combined with my fear of water made for an interesting flight to Hawaii. Since we were 30,000some feet over water for almost the entire flight...(although I did better on that flight than I expected too, and even looked out the window as we were descending on Oahu.)
I am frightened of horror films. I can't watch them anymore. Not that I ever really enjoyed them, but after watching The Ring, I didn't sleep for 2 weeks, therefore I will never watch anything in that movie genre again.
I am terrified of water. Earlier in my life, it was a debilitating fear. When I was 14, we went on a temple trip to the Manti Temple to do baptisms for the dead. For weeks (seriously) before that, I had nightmares that I was going to drown in the baptismal font. (Ridiculous, I know, I was doing the Lord's work, but are any fears really that rational?) I was so afraid that when I plugged my nose while going under the water, I squeezed too hard and made my nose bleed.
I remember one time, my dad tried to get me to go out on a canoe on a lake with him. My dad understands my fear of water. Besides, he's my dad, he's really not going to let anything bad happen to me. Well we got about a few yards from the shore, and I started panicking. I started crying and telling my dad to take me back. He kept trying to reassure me that I was fine. He was there and I had a life jacket on. He kept going, and I kept panicking. I ended up hyperventilating and they had to take me back.
One summer, after I turned 18, I was up at Mack's Inn with my cousins and they were trying to get me to go on a midnight float down the river. After all day (literally) they convinced me to go, telling me that the river was very shallow, barely 3 feet in some places, and they would let me sit in the middle of the boat, where I couldn't see the water and Spencer and Stephen would sit on either side of me. We walked down to the boat after dark. The closer we got to the water, the more tense I was getting. When we got right next to the boat, I started breathing heavier and heavier. They were having to talk me into it again. I had to sit and remember to breathe. I was starting to hyperventilate again. My cousin, Carrie was trying not to laugh. I remember her saying "I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you, I've just never seen someone so scared of something before." I know I must have been a sight: eyes closed, knuckles white from forming fists, breathing hard and on the verge of tears...at 18 years old.
I've gotten better recently, you'll be happy to know. When we were in Hawaii last year, we went whale watching off the island of Kona. I never hyperventilated, NOT ONCE! My husband and my in-laws were so impressed. I even got right up to the edge of the boat so that I could better see the whales! I was pretty surprised with myself.
I don't want my kids to be afraid of the water, so I am trying to get more comfortable with water for their sake...well right now just for Hailey's sake :) I put her in swimming lessons last year. A mommy & me class and it was so good for me. I thought I would be a nervous wreck with Hailey in the water. It might be a different story when I'm not in the water with her, and she's in a class of 10 with just one teacher...oh here comes the hyperventilating...
I'm frightened when Ryan is out of town and I'm at home by myself all night. I double check the doors, the garage, the windows. I leave lights on. I have to leave the TV on to sleep (which now as I think of it, probably isn't the best since it makes it harder to hear what's going on downstairs...hmmm...)
I'm terrified of heights. I will NEVER go on roller coasters. Go ahead, you can think you can convince me, but it will NEVER happen. I promise. I'm pretty stubborn about this. I can't even watch movies where there are a lot of overhead shots. Besides the fear of heights, I get terrible motion sickness as well. So watching things like this on a movie, especially on a big screen will make me woozy. I will never choose a window seat on a plane. This fear, combined with my fear of water made for an interesting flight to Hawaii. Since we were 30,000some feet over water for almost the entire flight...(although I did better on that flight than I expected too, and even looked out the window as we were descending on Oahu.)
I am frightened of horror films. I can't watch them anymore. Not that I ever really enjoyed them, but after watching The Ring, I didn't sleep for 2 weeks, therefore I will never watch anything in that movie genre again.
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