Wednesday, June 18, 2008

My Turn On Earth

Remember this? I have some of these songs on CD and my kids love them. Bailey especially loves the "War In Heaven" one with Satan and Jesus..."...To Me, To Me, To Me, To Me, To Mee-eeeeee". LOL
"Angel Lullaby" still makes me cry!!
You can order this on DVD now. Here's a link:

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Afflictions & Blessings

Well, this is sort of going to be uplifting. Not so much at first, but it ends hang in there with me. This will probably be long...sorry.

The town that Isaac grew up in, and where we lived for 4 years prior to coming up here, has been on fire since last Wednesday in the wee hours of the morning. There is a fire threat every year. With the HOT and dry conditions, it is a very real threat. There have been fires in years past, but not like this one. Perhaps way back in history, I don't know. Anyway, I got an email from my mother-in-law Friday morning with "Update on Paradise fire" in the subject. Needless to say, I didn't know about it until then. She said that Isaac's cousin, who is living with his Grandma, had to evacuate. Grandma and one of her other daughters were in Hawaii and could not be reached. So I went online and found all sorts of stuff. The photos I found were incredible! As we started hearing stories, and listening/reading online, we became aware of just how bad this was. As of Saturday morning, there was 23,000 acres burned, and 66 homes lost, and the fire was 20% contained, due to the winds dying down Friday night. Now, mind you, this is not a big town. Three wards. As of today, the loss was at 100+ homes. Isaac called one of our friends and he told us that one lady's house in our ward was totally gone. She raised kids and lost a husband in this house. She has been there probably 30 years or more. It was rumored that our good friends Del & Lillian lost their home, but could not be confirmed because no one could get a hold of them. As I was listening to a report online, it mentioned the name of the street another good friend lived on, but I missed what it said. I called her at her Mom's and found out they had lost their home. Oh wow. What do you feel and say? How do you comfort someone who has lost everything they own? Not to mention the home they built all by themselves? Well, you just do what she have a good cry, and then you dig in and find a way to do what needs to be done. And most importantly, you thank Heavenly Father for your blessings.

Now, some background and the cool part of the story. This friend of mine, Cindy, has strength beyond belief. She and her husband Matt moved to Paradise eons ago. Probably 18 years ago. Matt is a contractor, he builds homes. The two of them bought some land, and began building thier home. In the meantime, they had 4 children. When thier third oldest was really little, I think about 2 years old, they found out she had some severe handicaps. Her name is Renee. She has been in and out of hospitals all her life. She spent several years having multiple seizures a night. Cindy takes care of her. All the kids and Matt help of course, but she does not have outside help. She does it all. Cindy's husband has been in and out of activity in the church as long as I've known them. He is a wonderful person. A good provider and and great dad. Cindy is a rock. I was able to work as the First Councelor when she was YW President and I learned a heck of alot from her. She is feminine, but she is a man-chick! lol That was our nick name for her. She can work the land. She can build. She can do whatever needs to be done. She can literally go 100 mph all day, and then go some more. Seriously, I have never seen anyone with so much energy and drive. Honestly. She has devoted her life to her husband and children, and to the Lord. She has prayed every day for her husband. Her children pray for him. He loves them and is a wonderful father. Well, they have had one trial after another through the years. Her son Robby is on a mission and is due to return home in 3 months. Thier second child, Stacey, is at BYU Idaho. She was home for the holidays and ended up in the hospital for over a week, and they almost lost her. They have thousands of dollars in medical bills. Now, over the years, they have built thier home and have never totally finished it. Either financial, medical or other reasons have caused them to put it on the back burner. Cindy doesn't complain. She has her moments like the rest of us, but she is not a complainer. They have had to make adjustments throughout the years for Renee, but never really ever been able to make it totally accesable for her or to Cindy & Matt as her caregivers. Renee will live with them for the rest of her life. So, about 3 months ago, she told her daughter Stacey that she was tired. She was frustrated and stopped saying her prayers for a few weeks. She said she felt like she had only ever given 95% over to the Lord. She felt like every time she tried to give more over to the Lord, something always happens. Always another trial. That is not the Cindy any of us know. So Stacey told her she needed to start again, but to give 100% to the Lord. Last night she told me that she desperately needed Matt to come around. She was too affraid to ask and give it 100% faith. Stacey told her to do it anyway. So she says to me that she got down on her knees and prayed and pleaded with the Lord and told him she knew he gave her the endless energy because she needed to care for Renee. She told him she was given patience and compassion so she could help her husband and be understanding. She told him all of the things she knew she was blessed with and why. And then she asked for what she needed. She says to me, "Bonnie, I prayed and gave my 100% and then my stinkin' house burns down"! And then she laughed! And then I laughed. We had a cry together on the phone and then she told me the whole story about how they drove over to see their house and make sure it was okay and found it burned to the ground. She told me that Matt just held her and told her it would be okay, because he really felt like it happened for a reason and that they would be fine. She described how that felt and how she knew he was being touched. Then she told me how they have decided the blessing in all of this is that they will be able to take the insurance money and rebuild...but this time they can build it exactly how they need it to be for Renee. They have never been able to afford that with all her medical bills over the years. Then she told me that Matt's boss, who is a Harley driving, long ponytail guy, was balling on the phone with Matt, and he told Matt he was bringing the whole crew up to rebuild their house. Oh my gosh! The goodness of others. I'm not kidding you, by the time I got off the phone with her, I could not be so sad. And she is not just "trying to be strong". She will find and see the blessing in anything. She is one of the happiest people I know. She has always been a source of inspiration to me. Her energy has driven all of us batty at some point...(sorry Cindy...but that's not new information lol)...but I honestly love her and have learned countless lessons from her. I have always believed that mother's of handicapped children are a special group. I believe Heavenly Father trusts them so much, that he sends them these spirits to care for. Every time she has felt helpless or unqualified, and has gotten on her knees, she has gotten that same reassurance. Well, this is the latest trial in her life, and it is a blessing also. I think that is the greatest lesson I have learned from Cindy.

1 Nephi 1:1 says, "...and having seen many afflictions in the course of my days...". If you look at the footnote for affliction, you will find the word Blessing. I discovered this on my mission and have referenced it countless times in my mind. Cindy lives that. So to Cindy, I pass along a scripture that was passed along to me many years ago: "I am mindful of you always in my prayers, continually praying unto the Father in the name of his Holy Child, Jesus, that he, through his infinite goodness and grace, will keep you through the endurance of faith on his name to the end".
-- Moroni 8:3

Kids' Rock by Tim Hawkins

Friday, June 13, 2008

It's Cooper

Ok, I don't know how many of you out there listen to Carry Underwood. For those who do, have you heard one of her new ones called "His last name" or "Don't know his last name" or something like that? If you don't know the song, here's a synopsis: A girl meets a guy while she's, oh shall we say...inebriated. Part of the chorus is "...and I don't even know his last name". Then she ends up marrying him in Vegas while, you guessed it, still inebriated. So the chorus to that verse says, "...and I don't even know my last name". Okay, so I'm listening to it in the car, and suddenly have the thought, "Oh, probably not a great message for Abbey". So during this last chorus, she says, "She doesn't know her last name"? I laughed and I go, "I know, isn't that silly"? She goes, "Yeah. I know my last name".

So today I turn on the radio and it's on that song at that same part, and from the back seat I hear, "It's Cooper". HUH??? Is she talking about the song or is she talking about something else? So I said, "What's Cooper"? She says, in a "duh Mom" tone, "Her last name". Ok. The end. Laugh.

So now we get home and it's stuck in my head so I sing it...dang it...and THEN she says, "They should tell her her last name is Cooper".

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Watches & Retardables

This is in reference to the original "Retardables" post from May. Apparently we say that way too much. This morning Abbey puts on her watch and says, "I wish this had retardables". Hm. I go, "You wish it had retardables"? She goes, "Noooo, I didn't say that, I said I wish this had rechargeables". The way she said it, I honestly don't think she realized that's what she called them. We're teaching her well! :o)

SUCCESS!!! (even more on crayons/dryers)

Okay, I got all the crayon out of the clothes and out of the dryer!!! Yay!!!! I am happy mom again! After reading all of the many (and some really scary or strange) suggestions, I opted for the toothpaste one for the dryer. Well, low and behold, I do not have any in the house that is just plain old white with onto the next one. Comet. Yeah, none of that either. So I tried Soft Scrub. That worked. But first I ran the dryer on hot for about 15 minutes. Then I just squirt some Soft Scrub on a wet rag and dipped my scrub brush into it, patted a bit off and went at it. At first it didn't look like it was working, but then all of a sudden it wasn't so pink anymore! It took about 10 minutes. Then I wiped it down with another wet rag. Right now I have three white rags (two wet, one dry) going in the dryer to see if anything gets on them.

For the clothes, I put a whole cupful of laundry detergent (the whole cap full which is at a "4"...I normally use it up to the "2" so that's twice as much as normal) into a bowl. I mixed in 6 oz. of baking soda (cause I didn't have the 8 oz the "recipe" called for) and put that into the washer with the HOT water. Also added a whole cup of Shout. Let it fill up and swish for a few minutes, then let it sit for an hour and then finished out the wash cycle. Voila!!!

How in the world did we ever survive without Google?? I wonder what the fate was of all the kids who had pre-google mommies who got crayon all over their clothes and dryers. Based on the sheer number of hits and panic stricken cries for help I read, I think this is a fairly common problem. And be certain that just because there is now Google, my son (who I won't throw under the bus on a public forum but who's name starts with a B) got a major talking to this morning. I think he learned his lesson when I told him the melted crayon was all over his "dog tag" necklace and it's in one big jumbled mess. Funny, this is the same kid who got it yesterday when I discovered WET clothes in the hamper. How did I discover this? By the smell of wet laundry sitting for 3 days, of course. That was yesterday. He got the speech about that yesterday. And even more funny than that? The real kicker is that the smelly load was the same load that got the crayon on it. Man, what is it with boys and laundry??

I've joined the club...(more on crayons/dryers)

Okay, since misery loves company, I decided to join the "how to get crayon off of your dryer drum" club. This club is fantastic! Everyone is accepted; everyone has a thought/opinion/suggestion/idea and is willing to share; everyone "understands me"; all are welcome and none are turned away. The only drawback?? Everyone might just be full of
*&^%$%&*%$!! There are people in this club (sorry to talk smack about my fellow club members) who sware by a remedy and then someone else shoots it down! "...I tried such-and-such and it worked like a dream!" Then, "...I tried that too, and it didn't do anything; didn't work at all". What's a woman with 5 loads of laundry waiting for her supposed to do now? Well, blog about it, of course. And then get up and try one of the suggestions that uses something she already has in her house. I'm going for the toothpaste remedy. I'll let you know how it all works out.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Things I LOATHE tonight...

Tonight I LOATHE dryers; tonight I LOATHE crayons, especially the red variety; tonight I LOATHE pockets in boys jeans that hide the red crayons from me; I might even be tempted to LOATHE the boy who put the red crayon into the jeans pocket so it could hide from me! Did I mention that all 4 of these things together make for a mess I hope none of you will ever have to experience? Good luck on that, by the way...I found plenty of other people who have suffered the same LOATHING on a website that was full of all sorts of suggestions for how to remove this mess. I first called my sister's house and talked to my brother-in-law. This happened to them a couple years ago. He Googled it and told me some of the suggestions. Then I just got curious and Googled, there's a whooooole lotta people who have experienced this kind of misery. I guess my child won't be alone when he gets to "children who left crayons in thier pockets heaven". Just kidding, of course. Grrr!

So here ya go folks...the link that said it all. All sorts of suggestions...I am going to try the cheapest one first...or should I try the one with the "ingredients" I have on hand? So many to choose from! Wish me luck.

Funny Comment of The Day:

Abbey drank her milk really fast and it must have been cold going down because she goes, "My heart just got a bunch of milk on it!"

Monday, June 9, 2008

Get Smart - First Season Theme - 1965

Spencer was talking about a movie he wants to see. He's explaining it to me and it's a cop/investigation/spy movie from what I could tell by his description. As he's telling me, he mentions "Agent 99"...and I realized he was talking about "Get Smart"...but it's a new movie! So I told him it was based on a show we used to watch. He asked me, "Did they have something rather that did something rather..." -- you know, some sort of tech thing. I laughed and I go, "Well, the only high tech device they used then was the guy took off his shoe, held the bottom of the heal to his ear and talked into the toe part". You should have seen the look on his face! The new "Get Smart movie? 10 million dollars. The old "Get Smart" TV show? 5 million dollars. Spencer's expression? Priceless!!

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Good People

Today I have been thankful for blessings. Especially the blessing of good people in your life, even those you haven't seen/talked to in 20 years or more. My sister Lisa and I spent hours this morning looking on Facebook for people we know (sorry I just through you under the bus Lisa). It started because...well, I can't even remember what started it...but the next thing I know I'm clicking on photos of people I know and that brought more photos, more get the picture. Lisa and I laughed as we went down memory lane a bit. But it also got me thinking later. Each of the people we found, whether we were good friends, someone we just remembered by name, or anywhere in between, I had specific memories of each one. Some I forgot I knew until I heard the name or saw the face. Even then I had a memory attached to them for some reason or another. It made me wonder what my name or face would make others think of. Nevermind, I don't want to know. lol These people were a part of our lives at some point, and the things happening then are a part of what shapes who we are today. That got me thinking about some of the adults we knew. Mostly the parents of these people. For instance, Brother Merrill was the Bishop when I was baptized. I remember going to thier house and having an interview and being really nervous. I don't know why, because in my memory, Bishop Merrill will forever be one of the kindest, nicest men I can think of. After he did my interview, he gave me a coloring book about baptism. I remember it clearly, and I can even picture the book like it was yesterday. That got me thinking about another experience I had as a kid and how that started to shape my testimony. Not all of my memories are serious, so many of them are so fun! So here's a shout-out to all of you who I have a memory of. Heavenly Father has blessed me with wonderful friends throughout my life. Exceptional examples. I watch my kids and I know what we teach them is sinking in somewhere, because I have vivid memories of things I learned from specific primary teachers, YW leaders, Sunday School teachers...even the music leaders in Primary.

So as I have found people I have also thought alot about the blessing friends are. And the blessing the Church is. It is a unifying force to all of us who are a part of it. Anywhere you go it is the same. It is a small world...especially in the Church. I am thankful for friends, past and present. I pray my children will be as blessed in thier lives as I have been in mine with good people. They are off to a great start...

You're a redneck if...

K, this is funny!! Couldn't you guys totally see this in Bakersfield?? For those of you who are going, "huh?"...we went to high school there. Very sad, yes, but very true.

This is kinda interesting...I guess if I were really desperate to keep my Diet Coke cold for my guests, I may drag my washer onto the back deck so noone thought I was a loser for making them drink it warm at my birthday bash! Oh wait, they would think that anyway for using my WASHER as a cooler!!!

And how morfifying would it be to actually claim this as your wedding photo??? Makes one wonder if these folks look back and think, "What were we thinking"? Or if they look back and think, "Wow, we're HOT"!!! Sadly, my guess would be they went with thought #2.

Monday, June 2, 2008

How much does a kid value his life?

So yesterday as we're getting ready for church, Bailey is in a mood. No large surprise there, but something occured to me that should have occured to me EONS ago...also not a large surprise by the way. Bailey is not a morning person. I am not either, so this should have come to me sooner. As my husband has so lovingly pointed out to me, I am not nice when I first get up. I am not totally awake, for one. I am usually still tired, for two. I do not like to talk to anyone upon first peeling myself from the mattress of my bed. So if you talk to me you will usually get a grunt in response, or maybe a snide remark. Neither of which I am proud to admit. This doesn't last long...maybe 30 minutes. If I get into the shower right away, it lasts as long as it takes to get dressed. Anyhoo, so Bailey is JUST LIKE ME. Poor kid, he didn't stand a chance I guess. Needless to point out, he is that same way in the mornings. Since we have church at 9am this year, he is not usually fun to be around while getting ready. My mom used to say Satan lived at our house on Sunday mornings. Sorry Mom...I totally get it now! Bailey was not cooperating so Isaac told him he had 5 minutes to get his clothes on, including socks/shoes and his tie. He then set the timer. So after listening to Bailey whine about it and then be rather mean in a rather rude tone to both his brother and sister, I go into his room and he is on the floor moaning. (remember, he is 9). I say, "Bailey". He looks up at me and says, "Whaaaaaaaaat"? I say, "How much do you value your life"? At this point he covers his eyes and lets out a "aaahooooooooh.." (not sure how to spell it, so just try it...go ahead...try it out loud and see how it sounds). So I list a few more things. "How much do you value computer time? How much do you value riding your bike? How much do you value your Star Wars toys? How much do you value TV time? How much do you value going swimming?..." On and on I go. After each new thing I list, I get more groaning, with some giggling. Then I said to him, "Okay, well, your choices and behaviors will show me how much you value those things". Blank stare from Bailey. "If I continue to hear you being rude to your sister or brother, I will start taking away those privilages". Blank stare from Bailey. Then I said, and I realize this is sooooo mean (wink, wink) "Dad gave you 5 minutes. You've managed to get your shirt and pants on. Now you will have 2 minutes to get the rest on". You would have thought I'd asked him grow his own cotton and then weave himself some clothing! How could I possibly expect him to get dressed in 2 minutes! This whole time I am not flinching. I am not mad. I am just gettin' down to business. He likes it better when he ruffles me, I think. Too bad. I just simply walk away. So everyone's ready to go and we needed to take two cars so Isaac and Spencer could go and collect fast offerings after church. So I suggest to him that he take the van and the two other kids and I will come in a few minutes with Bailey. Okay, settled, off they go. So I take Bailey into my room and I tell him, "I want to tell you a little secret". He's all ears and big eyes. So I say, "I hate mornings." He says in a little voice, "Me too". I say, "I know. But you know what I do when I feel like that?" He goes, "No, what"? I say, "I come in here to my room and I say a prayer and ask Heavenly Father for help. What do you think I ask him for exactly"? Man, this kid has me pegged!! He says, "You ask him to help you not to yell at us". I say, "Yeah, what else"? He says, "To be patient and to be happy". We talked about a few more things and then I said, "Here's one for you and one for me" and I tossed him a pillow to kneel on. Then I told him since it was his bad morning, it should be his prayer. So we kneel down and he starts to pray, "Dear Heavenly Father...". He started crying, which made me cry. He said the most sincere, honest, pleading prayer! He asked for help to be in a happy mood, to not feel frustrated, to be more patient, to be kind, to be a good boy and make good choices and to have a good Sunday. Wow. Then it was my turn. After we were done, he gave me a hug and told me he felt better already. So off to church we go. I asked his teacher after primary, "How was Bailey today"? She said, "Great! Another boy was trying to talk to him and he finally just told him to please not talk to him he was trying to listen and behave". I smiled and said he had had a rough morning and was glad he had a good day in class. When we got home and I told him what she said and told him that I was proud of him, he just smiled and said, "I know".

Hm, what should I write about today??

Okay, my sister informed me today that I needed to blog that she has something interesting to read! She reminded me that is has been almost a month since I posted a new blog. I ran out of excuses (reasons, really...and good ones) so now I am sitting here trying to think of something interesting. This is too much pressure!!! lol The truth is, I don't have much to say that is interesting right now. Why, you may ask? I really don't know. Sometimes in the dead of night I will wake up with something on my mind, and I will think to myself, "Oh, something good to blog about tomorrow". Apparently that is as far as it gets. I keep telling my husband (and anyone else that will either believe me or concur with me) that unless it's written down, I will NOT remember. Well, then I guess it's a good thing I have a blog...or I may not remember my life. Seriously, if it's not written down on a piece of paper & set on my counter for me to see a hundred times a day, good luck. It's althzeimers, I'm sure of it. (Side note: why does this spell check only highlight the misspelled words, and not actually give you the correct spelling for them?? K, just curious). Sometimes I get all excited and start reading other peoples blogs. Before I know it, I've looked at every link on thier blogs, which means I'm reading blogs of strangers, and then I'll get on with my day and remember later...'oh, I was gonna blog on my blog today. Oh well'.