November 10, 2011

everyone is a genius, but...

love these words

“I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. 
I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. 
I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children. 
I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden. 
I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. 
I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived.” 
 Marjorie Pay Hinckley
I read this right after I helped to clean a woman's house; it was pretty nasty.  But, I read this and instantly fell in love with service and doing more for and with others and worrying less about the rest.  It's not living to be holed up in your house worrying about yourself.


We took the time to catch a few snowflakes late one night.  Snow is always so the beginning, that is.  Another two snowfalls and I'll have had enough :)

Incidentally, this was right after we came home from the movies.  What an interesting crowd is all I've gotta say.  Luke and I arrived kind of late so we had no other choice than to sit in the third row.  It ended up that a group of individuals who reeked of smoke and dirty clothes walked in and got front row seats.  They were kind of an interesting crowd to observe.

I noticed the two girls in front of me laughing and whispering to each other as they were watching something going on at the front corner of the theater.  I heard the words "He just peed".....
One of the guys from the front row had walked over to a small hallway with 5 stairs leading to an exit door.  I looked over just in time to see him readjusting his pants.  He proceeded to sit on the stairs and smoke a joint/cigarette???  Not sure which one, but it didn't smell like a cigarette.

I feel like I've got tons of great stories to tell ever since I moved to South Salt Lake.  Seriously guys, you should try it.  At last come visit.  I feel like those poor souls who have visited have great stories to tell as well, my dad in particular.

I'll really miss this one day...

November 9, 2011

fleece sheets

Monday night I felt really achy and had the chills; I just couldn't get warm.  I blasted up the heater and read my book while I laid right in front of it.  Luke said he was going to go back to the bedroom to work on some homework.  A few minutes later I decided I should go to bed early.  When I went into the bedroom, there was Luke, putting the fleece sheets onto our bed so I'd be warm.  He was even tucking them in all around the mattress just like I like.

Sometimes, I just LOVE him.

November 5, 2011


We celebrated Halloween by attending the ward "Trunk or Treat".  I put on that witches hat of mine and Luke put on his nice work outfit and off we went.  After about 5 minutes, Luke left for work, but I stayed for the hot dogs and candy of course!
 We carved pumpkins!

 Pretty good, eh?

November 3, 2011