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Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Is it over yet?
So this year is almost over. Christmas has come and gone. Frost on the grass. Wrapping paper is now long gone. Excess weight around the mid section is on the rise. But what else am I to do with good food? It has been a great break from school but i am ready to get back to the grind and get it finished. It was fun to spend time with the kids but I must confess my mind is on school. Is that strange? I will be glad to get done and on to the next phase. I am thrilled to be alive and ready for the new year. I will post more after we get back from Mammoth. 2 days of snowboarding should get me in the mood to really study hard. I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and are ready for the New Year to bring all that you need. Hopefully the economy will pickup and we all will get what we need. Is a new president possible this year? Seems like this one has been in office way too long!
Monday, October 12, 2009
Macy
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
So bogged down
Hey there all. Man is it September already? All I can say is that I have been so busy that I forgot to post anything on the blog. Facebook gets some time because it is easy and quick. But I do need to keep up the blog just to let off steam. A busy month with Roxy turning 3 and Macy turning 8. Too quick for me. they are both so much fun. Macy has a hit single out on youtube called there is sunshine in the soul. Maybe she got it from church. She cracks me up. A girl from school saw it and just laughed hard when she saw me. it was really cute. Just started my new semester. So much fun. It is a tough one but you know only 3 more semesters after this one and I am done. A dear old acquaintance passed this last Saturday and I have been in touch with the family since he was diagnosed with cancer. He is in a better place now and i know someday we will embrace again. he was one of the driving forces to get me to learn to be accountable for my actions and brought me back into the church. I can never thank him enough. His daughter also taught me many lessons by example of missionary spirit. I will always be thankful to her. i had not seen them in over 27 years but when we met one day it was as if we never lost track of each other. I am thankful for all my friends. A Short post tonight so I can get back to microbiology. Take care all.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
A Day of New
This is a short story I had to write for English. why do i post it here? To let you know I am doing something in English besides looking at prepositional phrases and singing conjunction junction what's your function:
A long pause, then a sigh, finally words started to form in his mouth. It was a showering of expression and reasoning. Would they understand? Could they understand? They might even see in his eyes the wonderment and excitement of this event.
A crisp morning in the hills where aspen leaves slowly bent, and showed their colors as if on fire. Evergreens still bristled with the green needles that saw the time pass away ever so slowly, if only they could talk. A slight haze still lingered throughout the valley. Animals of all shape and size scurried around with no obvious purpose. If they could talk, what would they say of the latest news of the valley. One can only think that they were indeed happy to be there.
A day passes with all of this excitement, yet an unease still lingered in the air. Trees that once bore the beautiful colors that all could enjoy were now dull. The ground that was once soft and vibrant, was hard and ached. If only it could spring back to life. Maybe, in 6 months, it could blossom again. Yet sometimes a piece would be moved and a glimmer of green would appear. Would it last? Would it survive? If only that blade could talk.
The small boy finished his story and still wondered why everyone was crying. Many wanted more answers but realized that this is all they would have for now. You see, he was only three and never spoke before. He spoke of playing in the barn around all the hay. The fort he created and the joy he found in there. The breeze that filled the valley whistled a tune to him. His parents were content he was having so much fun in the hay. No more tugging at mother’s apron. No more crying when he wanted something. He could now communicate what he wanted and why he wanted it.
The matches he took to the barn were for light in his fort he built out of several bales of hay. He didn’t know that it would be such a big deal.
A long pause, then a sigh, finally words started to form in his mouth. It was a showering of expression and reasoning. Would they understand? Could they understand? They might even see in his eyes the wonderment and excitement of this event.
A crisp morning in the hills where aspen leaves slowly bent, and showed their colors as if on fire. Evergreens still bristled with the green needles that saw the time pass away ever so slowly, if only they could talk. A slight haze still lingered throughout the valley. Animals of all shape and size scurried around with no obvious purpose. If they could talk, what would they say of the latest news of the valley. One can only think that they were indeed happy to be there.
A day passes with all of this excitement, yet an unease still lingered in the air. Trees that once bore the beautiful colors that all could enjoy were now dull. The ground that was once soft and vibrant, was hard and ached. If only it could spring back to life. Maybe, in 6 months, it could blossom again. Yet sometimes a piece would be moved and a glimmer of green would appear. Would it last? Would it survive? If only that blade could talk.
The small boy finished his story and still wondered why everyone was crying. Many wanted more answers but realized that this is all they would have for now. You see, he was only three and never spoke before. He spoke of playing in the barn around all the hay. The fort he created and the joy he found in there. The breeze that filled the valley whistled a tune to him. His parents were content he was having so much fun in the hay. No more tugging at mother’s apron. No more crying when he wanted something. He could now communicate what he wanted and why he wanted it.
The matches he took to the barn were for light in his fort he built out of several bales of hay. He didn’t know that it would be such a big deal.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Energized
So, do you ever wonder what energizes you? Of course you do. As I was eating this evening I asked myself why am I so amped and ready to go? Is it the eggs, toast, hash browns, and sausage? Nope. Is it just I am an overly energetic person? Not anymore, ask my wife. Well as I thought more, hence the picture, I realized it is because of you the reader, listener. I really must confess I have been down in the dumps for a few years. It had to do with all my friends. Now don't take this wrong. I had lost touch with so many friends. I didn't have the close bonds that I used to have. As many of you know I have always had many friends. Many of you don't realize just how much you have meant to me over the years. A dear friend passed last year and I could not attend the funeral. I still have not forgiven myself for that. One of my foster mothers recently passed and I met with family members that I had not seen in 40 years. Do I sound old? I have been on a mad rush to reconnect with old friends. Not for necessarily the reminiscing but the pure friendships I enjoyed. To apologize for possible wrong doings also. Dose this mean that I am planning on leaving soon? NO WAY. I really understand the power of friends. Although my family is a great boost to my life it is also a responsibility factor and it is difficult to tell or really show your 2 year old what a good friend I am. I am a firm believer that the family is the central part of my core. I also understand that I have to be a parent more than a friend. Hence the dilemma. I recently made contact with a dear friend that said something to me that hit me funny. They said that they remember me being introspective. I sat there for a bit and realized yep that's me. Hence the Blog. Hence, I wonder if I am using it right. Maybe I will ask Fezzik. He will know. So I went over a profile test I took for one of my classes and it says I am Individualistic, A Developer, An Achiever, and A WOO. (Woo means to bring out traits from other people). So I had to agree. I want others to succeed. I want others to enjoy. Does that mean at my expense? No, I just want people to rise to their potential. Someone told me over 20 years ago if I quit the commitment I was in that I would be a failure the rest of my life. For so long I believed it. I felt like a failure. Sometimes even in marriage I felt that way because I was not the best provider considering my potential. I always thought I would write songs to comfort people. To let them know that others felt as they did. That I could change their life around and make them happy. (maybe after I retire I will try that) Now I know that the Lord was preparing me or allowing things to hit me so i could be prepared for my current course of action. I know that I will be a great nurse. I will care for my patients. I will not be there just to pick up a paycheck. I look forward to the day when I can help someone even though they may revile me but I will care for them no matter what. So you my friends are an integral part of my life. I know that I will rekindle friendships beyond the veil also. This life is so short and there is so much to do. The temple helps me realize that I can not achieve all that is in my brain but that I need to be on the right course. I have found family members to do genealogy for that I always thought I would never be able to do. What a blessing. Am I rambling on yet? So in answer to the question what energizes me. Life, Love, Family and you my friends.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Does my mind hurt?
So in psychology class we have gone round and round about does the mind exist inside or outside the brain. So many have said it is the brain. Of course for those of you who really know me I can argue about anything at anytime. I love to argue. OK I love to debate. I don't get mad at whom ever I am debating with. I do not attack them personally. I just love to have the debate to see what we all think. I could not get my point across in the class that the mind is the spirit we have. Since our teacher is agnostic and is a physicist, it is almost a useless point. But the class knows where I stand. By the way they voted me to be the class liaison. Which means they trust my ability to argue points with administration or faculty. Since I am older than many of the faculty I can brow beat them. If that doesn't work I can take them into a back alley and teach them a thing or two. On to the point, I am in pain. My mind is hurting. How do I memorize all the bones, condyles, epicondyles, crests, tubercles and such? Well somehow I memorized enough for the test. Now it is on to the muscles. Why do they have to have nearly every consonant in the alphabet in their name? Bugs the heck out of me. But this too shall pass. So do I think that it is necessary? You tell me if as an RN I will ever say to my patient, your gastrocnemius muscle is torn. Or that your intercondyular eminence is worn out. How about, your calf muscle is torn and your tibia is wearing out. But then again it is neat trivia I can impress the kids with. Speaking of which. Jillian turned 10. Yippeeeee. I will post pictures later when I get back home. The day of the party we went to a nursing home for her group to sing. It was great. Bridget also sang and she just loves it. She smiles from ear to ear. She is just the most loving girl. Hope everyone is safe and happy. Just think only 3 1/2 years till the next president.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Clarity
OK, so many people may know what a big John Mayer fan I am and think it is about his hit song Clarity. Nope. Clarity comes from the heart and mind being in unison. Or the Spirit and heart being in unison. Which ever you want. As I was in the Temple last week I had a physical clarity that was so perfect. I have had a bad back for 28 years. I put up with it. I deal with it. Sometimes I cry for it. Well I had excruciating pain waiting for my session to start. I sat in prayer and just simply asked for help. By the end of the prayer I forgot what hurt. I figured I better not move so as to bring back the pain. But it stayed away. All during the session I knew it was a miracle. Am I cured forever? No but it was The Lord's way of letting me know where he was and that he was listening. I have missed that for so long. I really started to understand even more so that we don't need the major miracles to get along in life. The small ones are just fine. A week later I still have twinges of pain here and there but it fells better. So as I sat in the Temple tonight I gave thanks again and also felt that things were only going to get better. I helped out at the Baptistery since I would be doing some names this evening. I really enjoyed that time with some youth in their experiences with the Temple. I also met a couple that have been doing baptisms ever since the joined the church a short while ago. They come every week. I was blessed to be apart of their experience. What a joy we have in the opportunity we have too attend the Temple. Now that I am even closer during the week it is great. I left class today and went straight to the Temple. Now I can find more clarity.
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