Thursday, April 30, 2009
Posted by Jeanette at 10:42 PM
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
I found out what I was up against when Jamie was still a wee babe, not quite able to crawl. It was then that we decided to take a family trip to Snowflake, Arizona to enjoy a tour of the new temple before it was dedicated.
The idea that the temple brings shelter form the storms of the world took on a new meaning that day. Years of traveling to Snowflake to visit my husband’s family had not prepared me for the bitter gales that awaited us there. It was miserably, miserably cold and my thin valley girl blood welcomed the refuge of the warm temple lobby. I had no idea, in that peaceful moment, that I had carried my very own storm in with me and that it was about to erupt.
My storm lay dormant for awhile as we walked through each room of the temple, enjoying the beauty and craftsmanship, but then it began to bubble and brew beneath the weight of my loving arms until with a loud, obnoxious wail my storm—my Jamie—shattered celestial serenity, making each and every visitor stop and acknowledge her existence.
Not wanting to take my disruptive baby back out into the cold, I tried everything I could to calm her, then in desperation cried out in prayer, “Heavenly Father, please bless Jamie that she will be able to quiet down so that we and the others here can enjoy the sweet spirit of Thy temple.”
His words—clear, precise, unmistakable—both surprised and taught me, as he answered, “I cannot control her free agency.”
I learned that my baby was not tired, cold, hungry, or plagued with indigestion. She was just Jamie, a precious child of God, exercising her free agency to be heard when she had something to say (or bellow as the case may be).
So if you see my Jamie today and are alarmed by her high-water jeans that were the only ones “comfortable” enough for her to wear, and her untamed hair that she won’t let me touch, please know that she is not neglected. She has a mother who loves her very much, who wants nothing more than to send her out into the world looking cute and put together, but who has learned long ago that she cannot control her daughter’s free agency.
And to be honest, I don’t think I’d want to.
If I did, just think of all the fun I’d miss.
Posted by Jeanette at 11:01 AM
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Posted by Jeanette at 11:05 AM
Monday, April 27, 2009
I’ve recently struggled with feelings of wanting to trade myself in for someone better, just as we did with our old run down Suburban three years ago. We took it down to the car lot and presto, came home with a beautiful new Sequoia. Other than the hefty new payment to go with it, it was a fairly simple trade.
For all have not every gift given unto them;
For there are many gifts, and to every man
[and woman] is given a gift by the spirit of God.
To some is given one, and to some is given another,
That all may be profited thereby.
D&C 46: 11-12
After all, if we were all the loud, cute, bubbly type, just think how obnoxious the parties would become. I mean, who would be left to serve the jello salad or be the adoring audience?
We have to be different so “that all may be profited thereby”.
I will always admire beautiful, radiant, bubbly, fun, talented people, but that doesn’t mean that I have to dislike myself in the process.
I was meant to be the quiet, introspective, reflective type. The one that ponders and shares, that listens and loves.
It’s getting ridiculous.
"Be yourself, because everyone else is already taken." ~Oscar Wilde
Posted by Jeanette at 12:25 PM
Friday, April 24, 2009
While reading blogs tonight, I noticed that my cousin Shellie participates in what is called "Photostory Friday" and I thought, "Oooo a game and Oooo, it's only 11:30 pm here which means it's still Friday and Oooo I think I want to play this here Friday game."
So 1, 2, 3
Ready or not here I come...
Hosted by Cecily and MamaGeek
Posted by Jeanette at 11:30 PM
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Racing against the footsteps that approached the front door, she shoved the bulky sleeping bag into the closet, its contents oozing down each shelf, puddling onto the floor. She knew that she should clean it up, but there wasn't time. Slamming the doors shut she ran downstairs to greet her guests.
"Let's visit down here." She said coolly, trying to protect her secret. But she forgot about the children. The children whose voracious appetites for moving, jumping and exploring had them up the stairs only moments later, running through each room, examining every corner.
Eyes fixed on the closet, her heart dropped with the questions, "What's this room? Is this the bathroom?"
"No, no." She quickly answered. "That's just a closet. Nothing to see in there."
At night's end, when her last guest had departed, she wiped her brow and smiled. Her secret was safe, prosecution avoided.
Until the day that her very own children betrayed her by revealing the contents of her closet on YouTube, claiming that they hadn't noticed that it was opened in the backdrop of their video.
Her secret exposed, in all of its oozing, dripping glory, she (after reprimanding her children for their thoughtlessness) said, "What the heck", snapped a picture, and posted it on her blog for all to see.
Posted by Jeanette at 7:22 PM
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Posted by Jeanette at 9:58 PM
Sunday, April 19, 2009
I'm so happy. I changed the setting for my comments and now I can receive comments from my mom in far away Georgia. Hooray!
Of course this also means that other anonymous folks can leave comments too
(that is if anyone besides my family and friends read this thing. Or maybe it's my family and friends who have been dying to anonymously tell me what they think for years and now they have their chance. Now there's a subject for a juicy post, If you could anonymously tell your family or friends something what would it be?).
Anyway, this is just a plea that you remember the lesson taught by Thumper...
"If you can't say something nice, don't say nothin' at all."
Thank you from the bottom of my tender, easily broken from mean comments heart.
Posted by Jeanette at 10:36 PM
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Today was a bad day, (or should I say yesterday since I'm posting this after midnight) a very bad day, a "how the heck did I end up in a small town" kind of day.
I apologize to all of my friends and family who LOVE living in a small town and to those who wish they could live in a small town. I know it has its redeeming qualities. I know-- I've seen them, I've lived them, but it's still hard for me.
We are all cut from a different cloth and apparently this isn't my preferred pattern. Apparently I'm cut from a bold, chunky, funky city print, not a country calico. Or maybe it's just that I wore the city print for so long that I don't know how to dress down into sweet simplicity.
But tonight (or last night) I think I found my answer. I know what I must do to be happy here.
I NEED TO BUILD A ROCKET.
We watched the movie, Astronaut Farmer tonight and the main character, a man from a very small town, had a passion to build a rocket and fly into space. Now there's a lofty goal.
While watching this it hit me. What I'm really missing is not the city at all, but my passion.
I had passions in the city, routines, things I loved to do, and these kept me feeling alive and happy. I need to find my passion here.
I need to start BUILDING MY ROCKET.
What "rockets" keep you feeling alive and happy?
Posted by Jeanette at 12:30 AM
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Lots of 'um.
P.S. Do you see that I am wearing a coat in my house? A coat, in the house, in April. I can't bring myself to waste any more propane or wood to heat my house in the middle of Spring. Cannot do it.
Maybe I just need more meat on my bones.
Send more chocolate marshmallow eggs fast
(no really, send some. I'm... I mean the kids are almost out).
Now for a tag.
I was tagged by Erika
She and Patti were my favorite roommates, my partners in crime (literally, but don't ask), in college and I found them both again through blogging. How cool is that!
So Erika tagged me to
Go to my 6th folder
Get the 6th picture
And blog about it.
Posted by Jeanette at 11:12 PM
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Posted by Jeanette at 7:31 PM
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
And before you lovingly remind me of the economic recession, let me add that no money is to be spent on these gifts! let's focus on the gift of service, the gift of a smile, the gift of a repurposed or gently used item, the gift of a kind word. you know, those gifts that would be hard to wrap in a box with a pretty bow.
Have you snail mailed a friend today?
Posted by Jeanette at 4:08 PM
Monday, April 13, 2009
My new book arrived just before Easter. It is a book not only meant to teach me how to live a healthy lifestyle, but an ULTRA healthy life style, a live to 100 lifestyle.
I found the scientific research fascinating, but the diet, well it left a lot to be desired and seemed a very hard thing to stick to.
I mean the very day I decided to give it a try I got invited to the Dog House, and you know I had to have a spicy polish with mustard, onions, sport peppers, jalapenos, and celery salt--I just had to.
The next day it was the baptism of a friend's child followed by a shin-dig with food. I couldn't be rude, I had to eat the hoagies, chips and cake, I just had to.
Then came Easter, yes Easter, and of course this meant a big Easter feast. Not to mention the fact that for some reason that dang Easter bunny always brings MY favorite candy. Why does he do that?
I especially love the chocolate covered marshmallow eggs. LOVE them. I really wanted to eat several dozen of them today, but after my grueling workout I was able, with much force, to stay away from them. It was a proud moment as I discovered that I was the master of my cravings, I would not give in.
But then I saw the POPCORN BOWL, the popcorn bowl that my siblings will recognize as an exact replica of the bowl that brought us childhood treats. I spied it then glanced over at the popcorn kettle that I keep temptingly atop my stove at all times, and said, "Forget it, who wants to live to be 100 anyway?"
So I made some popcorn, complete with butter flavored oil and extra salt, and I ate it all up.
Yes I did.
Posted by Jeanette at 8:30 PM