If this health bill doesn't infuriate you, then you should move to England. Not to mention the Pro-Abortion part that got snuck under the radar with it.
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Monday, March 29, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
A Penny For Your Thoughts....
This morning I went to Relief Society "Getting To Know You" brunch. We went on kind of a "speed dating" but it was a speed getting to know you instead. My first lady was Sister Powell. I love her. She is 81 years old and as adorable as ever. She has had 10 children. Her husband passed away about 8 years ago. The second to the last question on the list of questions they gave for everyone to ask was:
"If you dream could come true, what would it be?"
At 81 years old, what do you think yours would be? In her circumstance, what would you answer?
Her answer was:
"To die."
She took me aback a bit. But then I raced it through my brain and figured that it was fair. As much as we don't want to lose our loved, even as old or as debilitated as they are, it's a selfish pursuit. At all the good years she has spent on earth, these aren't them anymore. Her husband is gone, her children are rearranging their lives to take care of her and now are looking into a hospice. Where would you rather be?
I'm not saying I would go against the Lord's plan, but just generating the thought of what would be best for her, or you in that situation.
So, there's my thoughts here's a penny for yours....
"If you dream could come true, what would it be?"
At 81 years old, what do you think yours would be? In her circumstance, what would you answer?
Her answer was:
"To die."
She took me aback a bit. But then I raced it through my brain and figured that it was fair. As much as we don't want to lose our loved, even as old or as debilitated as they are, it's a selfish pursuit. At all the good years she has spent on earth, these aren't them anymore. Her husband is gone, her children are rearranging their lives to take care of her and now are looking into a hospice. Where would you rather be?
I'm not saying I would go against the Lord's plan, but just generating the thought of what would be best for her, or you in that situation.
So, there's my thoughts here's a penny for yours....
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Happy Sweet Sixteen Shylee!
Happy Sweet 16Th Birthday Shylee! As I was shopping in preparation for her birthday, I have to admit, I shed a few tears. In a craft store, I was looking at cake molds, crying that my daughter is 16! 2 more years and she is off and about, on her own! I don't think that I am ready....but she is. Of course, as a mother, I won't ever think she is ready. But then if it were left up to me, she would be 36, unmarried (because of course, no man could ever be good enough for MY SHYLEE!) and still living at home. But she has been growing up, to be a grown up. Since I can remember she has been way to adult for her own britches.
Her birthday started a few weeks ago, when I pulled a Debbie Allen and gave her school clothes for her birthday:) Bring back memories, Cal?
We went shopping ALL day at the mall, as well as other stores, and online. Then today, one of the most special days of our lives, here at the Allen Home, we celebrated. We took her out to eat at the restaurant of her choice. She wanted seafood at Red Lobster.
The food was a C- but the fun was an A+! She had fun goofing around with her cute friend Julie, and my good friend, Tina.
Then we came home for the good o'l fashion cake and ice cream...and a side of serious humor! When I was taking the pics of Shylee I had no idea Hunter was off to the side making goofy faces!
I love my ShyBug. I always have. She is the leader of our children, and has a good and sound mind. She has a strong testimony of the gospel and stands by her convictions. She says some strong statements, but she has two outspoken parents...what else can she do?! Her delivery of her statements will get better with time:)
I love ya Shy, I waited my whole life for you, and as hard as I want to hold on, I am glad you are a stellar 16 year old....Now about the driving part....
Her birthday started a few weeks ago, when I pulled a Debbie Allen and gave her school clothes for her birthday:) Bring back memories, Cal?
We went shopping ALL day at the mall, as well as other stores, and online. Then today, one of the most special days of our lives, here at the Allen Home, we celebrated. We took her out to eat at the restaurant of her choice. She wanted seafood at Red Lobster.
The food was a C- but the fun was an A+! She had fun goofing around with her cute friend Julie, and my good friend, Tina.
Then we came home for the good o'l fashion cake and ice cream...and a side of serious humor! When I was taking the pics of Shylee I had no idea Hunter was off to the side making goofy faces!
I love my ShyBug. I always have. She is the leader of our children, and has a good and sound mind. She has a strong testimony of the gospel and stands by her convictions. She says some strong statements, but she has two outspoken parents...what else can she do?! Her delivery of her statements will get better with time:)
I love ya Shy, I waited my whole life for you, and as hard as I want to hold on, I am glad you are a stellar 16 year old....Now about the driving part....
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
If Looks Could Kill
If looks truly could kill, then my life, as we know it, would have ended this morning at precisely 8:05.
Here is the timeline of activities leading up to the unfortunate attempt to take my life:
7:40 I awoke Trapper, my dear son. I had let him sleep in. I was unsuspecting, thinking all is well, assuming he had a great night of sleep.
7:41 1st attempt on my life (the look of death)
7:45 second attempt on my life
7:46 he could have gone for manslaughter as he was putting his socks on
7:50 Premeditation begins: "I can't go to school today, I went to bed at like 11:07 and then I was up all night...and your making me go to school."
7:55 3rd attempt on life, but up to this point, sour looks are weak, and not producing side effects close to death.
8:00 patient seems to be making progress. strolling down the driveway as if nothing has transpired...
8:02 "I can't believe you are making me go to school. I am going to get sick."
8:03 "Ya know, I don't think I got any sleep at all last night. No, I know I didn't sleep at all."
8:04 Patient seems to be slipping back into his previous pattern.
8:04 1/2 He seems to have made peace with the fact that he is going to school, as he leisurely meanders up the steps of the big yellow bus. He sits down...He takes his place....
8:05 Then it happens... the 4Th and final attempt on my life.
He assumes the face and to my dismay, it was....
The Look That Could Kill
He sears at his victim until the bus pulled out of sight.....I wish I could have snapped a picture right then, but unfortunately, I don't carry my camera everywhere, almost everywhere, but not here at this moment. But luckily I did have it the day before, when we went for a walk to the pond and I was a recipient then of his searing big baby blues.
Only those of strong constitutions may view The Look of Death....
Here is the timeline of activities leading up to the unfortunate attempt to take my life:
7:40 I awoke Trapper, my dear son. I had let him sleep in. I was unsuspecting, thinking all is well, assuming he had a great night of sleep.
7:41 1st attempt on my life (the look of death)
7:45 second attempt on my life
7:46 he could have gone for manslaughter as he was putting his socks on
7:50 Premeditation begins: "I can't go to school today, I went to bed at like 11:07 and then I was up all night...and your making me go to school."
7:55 3rd attempt on life, but up to this point, sour looks are weak, and not producing side effects close to death.
8:00 patient seems to be making progress. strolling down the driveway as if nothing has transpired...
8:02 "I can't believe you are making me go to school. I am going to get sick."
8:03 "Ya know, I don't think I got any sleep at all last night. No, I know I didn't sleep at all."
8:04 Patient seems to be slipping back into his previous pattern.
8:04 1/2 He seems to have made peace with the fact that he is going to school, as he leisurely meanders up the steps of the big yellow bus. He sits down...He takes his place....
8:05 Then it happens... the 4Th and final attempt on my life.
He assumes the face and to my dismay, it was....
The Look That Could Kill
He sears at his victim until the bus pulled out of sight.....I wish I could have snapped a picture right then, but unfortunately, I don't carry my camera everywhere, almost everywhere, but not here at this moment. But luckily I did have it the day before, when we went for a walk to the pond and I was a recipient then of his searing big baby blues.
Only those of strong constitutions may view The Look of Death....
Friday, March 5, 2010
Telepathy
"Mom, ya know that heater upstairs in mine and Trapper's room?" "Ya know how it makes kind of a loud noise?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I shut it off with MY BRAIN!
....SERIOUSLY!"
"It was making the noise then I shut it off.... with my brain...I'm not joking."
"Oh, I know Fisher...Good Job."
So, what's wrong with me then?
All those times that I look at someone and think, maybe I could make them shut up with my brain powers?
Maybe I need to practice? Maybe it's a like a gift, and if you don't use it, ya lose it? Maybe I don't even have enough brain power to toast a piece of bread...that could be it!
"Yeah."
"Well, I shut it off with MY BRAIN!
....SERIOUSLY!"
"It was making the noise then I shut it off.... with my brain...I'm not joking."
"Oh, I know Fisher...Good Job."
So, what's wrong with me then?
All those times that I look at someone and think, maybe I could make them shut up with my brain powers?
Maybe I need to practice? Maybe it's a like a gift, and if you don't use it, ya lose it? Maybe I don't even have enough brain power to toast a piece of bread...that could be it!
Monday, March 1, 2010
A Wild Ride
PS His loin cloth is tissue paper from a gift bag my friend gave me a gift in!!!
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These are some pics of our very adorable dog Moqui. She is the sweetest best tempered dog out there! She was resting her head on Tow Mater and I had to capture the moment!
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