tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541072854261289622024-02-19T05:32:10.348-08:00Miles yet to goIt isn't the destination, its the journeyamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294008433586396732noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-354107285426128962.post-2123145617350546932010-08-26T11:21:00.001-07:002010-08-27T14:07:13.931-07:00One night at dinner, I don't remember the conversation (wait, now I do...), my mom made the comment, "Ours is not to question why, ours is but to do or die." Orgininally from Lord Alfred Tennyson's "The Charge of Light Brigade" and quoted thus: "Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do & die," it was again coined by one of the latter-day Presidents of the church (i don't remember which, but it is on a wall in a hallway in the Taylor Building on the BYU-I campus) (I could be wrong... in which case I could rewrite this post in the theme of using misleading quotes in order to not have to think for yourself...)<br /><br />On occasion, we have leaders who ask us to do something we don't want to do: we don't see the wisdom in it, often we think we are above the task and feel a little "what's in it for me" about it. Maybe we think our leader is selfish and doesn't know what's going on.<br /><br />As Children of God, there is a lot we don't understand. That whole veil thing... and then that line upon line principle. As we learn to obey, we grow in light and knowledge (part of that obey thing is to read your scriptures: become a disciple-scholar, and student of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, learn of Him and listen to his words, walk in the meekness of His light...). Check my "math" in Doc. & Cov. 93 and Matt. 11. Incidentally, as we disobey, we lose light and knowledge.<br /><br />Recap:: obey:get brighter/smarter; disobey: get dimmer/dumber.<br /><br />In the church, we have the great benefit of having inspired leaders who are called of God--through other leaders who are also called of God. Cool. Careful though, power is maintained by persuasion, long-suffering, kindness, meekness. A person may be right, but no one will follow an arrogent bossy-cow. (Sherri Dew once said, "no one wants to be led by a liar." Think about that!) Also, just because your Steward asks you to do something, you shouldn't blindly do it. Brigham Young once said that he was worried that the saints would blindly follow their leaders without gaining a knowledge, assurance, and testimony that what was asked of them truly came from God (on a personal note: often, when given an invitation to act from the First Presidency I feel the assurance of the Spirit, which is confirmed and strengthened as I act on the invitation)(faith without works is dead).<br /><br />Question what is asked of you, and then do it. You are becoming an engaging, enlightened leader who can also be improved upon. You are becoming a righteous agent of change. You are becoming an heir of God, a benevolent God, yourself.<br />Frightening when I think of some of the young men and women in the ward... They'll learn and grow.<br />... or they'll disobey and lose light and knowledge, privileges and blessings.<br /><br />So, what about that boss you hate who is making less than wise business decisions, that Sunday School president who asked you to attend a class you don't want to go to?<br /><br />Good Heavens! I'm not your mom, or your conscience! Learn to communicate--express your feelings appropriately and non-defensively! Make your own decisions! But be aware that as you act disobediantly and selfishly you lose light, knowledge, blessings, access to the source of all truth and love, and His Atonement.<br /><br />Ours is to question why. Questions, but never doubts (Elder Holzapfel, Elder Busche). And sometimes, ours is to do and die.<br /><br />(Incidentally, "The Charge of the Light Brigade" is about what turned out to be a suicide mission. Those in command made bad decision, but instead of fighting about it, or turn coward and run, the Light Brigade charged, as they were told. <br />But I believe that those men who died, died valiantly, fighting for a good cause they believed in.)amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294008433586396732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-354107285426128962.post-40430459131444510352010-08-24T10:59:00.001-07:002010-08-24T11:37:42.399-07:00Confront me if I don't ask for HelpMany years ago, just before my little sister and I were roommates, we had this friend. She stayed with my family on occasion, and most definetely became "one of us" (there is a great "you spit in my face" story connected with her, but I'll save it for another time).<br /><br />She and my little sister were roommates in Rexburg. During that time she--the friend, who will remain nameless--was a supervisor on an early morning custodial shift. I don't remember how exactly it happened, but she broke her arm (everytime I go to type "broke her arm" in my many renderings of this post, I type "broker her arm." In fact, I just typed "typer" instead of just "type"). She's quite the independant girl, and continued at work with her usual assigning to herself of the toughest jobs. Ridiculous--she barely managed and usually her crew would finish their jobs early and then come help her. That being the case, someone (this was long enough ago that I can't remember if it was a roommate or a co-worker) made her a sign to wear around her neck:<br />"Confront me if I don't ask for help"<br />It was written in crayon. :)<br /><br />We all struggle. We all find ourselves, occasionally, in need of help. Some more often than others. :)<br />Quite often, in these moments of our direst need, we get a phone call, a text, even a knock on the door. Our uttered or un-uttered prayer of lonliness, longing, or heartache is heard. At the instance we need it the most, Mom, Dad, Sister, Brother or Friend turns up filled with loving encouragement. Strength and endurance restored, we face the challenges of life anew, knowing we are not alone, but in fact loved and capable.<br /><br />Other times, aid comes in the form of a comforting feeling, a rush of knowledge, a reassurance that you are not alone. You are capable, you are strong, you are divine.<br />Actually, I find this to be a progression. As you come to really understand who you are as a Child of God, your place in His plan of Happiness, and especially your ability to act as an independant and capable agent of divine worth, you move from one "aid plan" to the next.<br /><br />You may even find it your privilege to call or visit a friend or family member who is silently calling out. You may find yourself living your life in such a way that anyone you come into contact with feels better about the world and their place in it, just for knowing you.<br /><br />Progression is eternal, I've noticed. I've also noticed in my own life that the next plan just might be this: I know when I'm struggling. I'm very aware of those moments when I just don't want to do this frustrating thing anymore. I know I'm not alone. I know I am a strong, capable, divine daughter of a loving Heavenly Father. I know that I have the gift of agency, and the power to use it for my good and the good of others, or to be selfishly negligent: "I deserve for someone to help me." "I've earned the right to not have to work quite so hard, just this time."<br />I can ask for help. And I can do it without being a burden or taking advantage. Because we are all in this together. Millions of people don't live on the same planet so that we can reject and isolate ourselves or each other.<br />Confront me if I don't ask for help.<br /><br />Is there anything I can do for you today?amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294008433586396732noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-354107285426128962.post-85570923493393458232009-04-19T01:02:00.000-07:002009-04-19T01:21:43.016-07:00sometimes, its better to not know<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxLSN78laCFUOazUVAcH37GRcGlSvyohnUjnDVbkrcWky_RLRbQ2FoJ-0uM83DqVWy8C9tWsT3BR1APCCT0UA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p> </p><p> </p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy9Xl6OcgRnFpIf86ugZ6vhdOyYsW-W1G2UhZq1M0hu0_JP2tTESPNnRZ-EuiCR1UUAGVbFPodSA8fsKknvIw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p> </p><p>bacause your imagination is always better.</p>amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294008433586396732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-354107285426128962.post-20396147339872412442009-03-17T15:52:00.000-07:002009-03-17T15:53:22.275-07:00top 'o th' mornin to ya!HOlY moLEY! It's march!amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294008433586396732noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-354107285426128962.post-40320689303126390832009-01-07T16:33:00.000-08:002009-06-08T10:18:07.488-07:00well, I'm obsessive...I've watched The Dark Knight 4 times in the last 4 days. I'm obsessed with the Joker. ...more so with Heath Leger (sp?) 's interp.<br /><br />::i've been extremely pensive... i could hit you all very hard with it, or i could give you the train of thought::<br /><br />(random thought: it took me 11 years to get over someone)<br />(that has a quite unfortunate blow quality to it)<br /><br /><br /><br />Joker<br />is heath leger (or however you want to complicate that wording)<br /><br />heath leger<br />is a method actor<br /><br />a method actor<br />is one who does not drop "character" until the "gig" is done.<br />-------------there are rumors, if you will, that heath's method-ness is a part of the reason he cracked and done himself in.<br /><br />I like to be everyone<br />i actually develop new characters every day<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Leave the bright blue door on the white-washed floor.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Leave the death ledger under city hall.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Leave the joyful air in that rubber ball today.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Just leave the lilac print on the linen sheet.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Leave the bird you killed at your father's feet.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Let the sideways rain in the crooked street remain.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Leave whimpering dog in his cold kennel.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Leave the dead starlet on her pedestal.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Leave the acid kids in their green fishbowls today.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Leave the sad guitar in its hard-shell case.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Leave the worried look on your lover's face.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Let the orange embers in the fireplace remain.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">C</span><span style="font-size:85%;">ause everything must belong somewhere.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The train off in the distance, bicycle chained to the stairs.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Everything must belong somewhere.I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Leave the ocean's roar in the turquoise shell.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Leave the widower in his private hell.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">L</span><span style="font-size:85%;">eave the liberty in that broken bell today.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Leave the epic poem on its yellowed page.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Leave the grey macaw in his covered cage.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Let the traveling band on the interstate remain.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Cause everything must belong somewhere.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Sound-stage in California, televisions in Times Square.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Everything must belong somewhere.I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Yeah I know that now that's why I'm staying here.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Leave the secret talk on the trundle bed.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Leave the garden tools in the rusted shed.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Leave those bad ideas in your troubled head today.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Leave the restless ghost in his old hotel.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Leave the homeless man in his cardboard cell.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Let the painted horse on the carousel remain.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Cause everything must belong somewhere.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Just like the gold around your finger and the silver in his hair.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Yeah, everything must belong somewhere.I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">In truth, the forest hears each sound</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Each blade of grass as it lies down.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The world requires no audience.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">no witnesses, no witnesses.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Leave the old town drunk on his wooden stool.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Leave the autumn leaves in the swimming pool.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Leave the poor black child in his crumbling school today.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Leave novelist in his daydream tune.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Leave the scientist in her rubik's cube.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Let true genius in the padded room remain.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Leave horses hair on the slanted bow.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Leave the slot machines on the riverboat.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Leave the cauliflower in the casserole today.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Leave the hot bright trash in their shopping malls.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Leave the hawks of war in their capitals.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Let the organs moan in the cathedral remain.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Cause everything must belong somewhere.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">They locked the devil in the basement, God up into the air.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Yeah, everything must belong somewhere.You know it's true, I wish you'd leave me here.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Yeah, You know it's true, why don't you leave me here? </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">-bright eyes, "i must belong somewhere"</span>amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294008433586396732noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-354107285426128962.post-34305590600402859752009-01-02T17:36:00.000-08:002009-01-02T17:37:49.757-08:00I know who i am<a href="http://xkcd.com/59/">and what i want to do</a>.amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294008433586396732noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-354107285426128962.post-6754887991786959752008-12-26T00:05:00.000-08:002008-12-26T00:53:31.740-08:00South Eastern Idaho Snow Angel Festivalor something.<br /><br />My mom's mom was diagnosed with Leukemia in March of 2002. The doctor gave her 6 months to live.<br />He clearly did not know my Grandma. There is something to be said about denial.<br />(In fact my neighbor, who has been a very close friend to my family since before i was born, was diagnosed with cancer and given 6 months to live. About 7 years later, he'd finally had enough)<br /><br />I got my mission call in May. Taiwan, Tai Zhong.<br />On my birthday in June, i was returning a book to a neighbor when they invited me to go with them across the country to see the Nauvoo temple--and 8 others. Why not!?<br />I don't think i saw Grandma out of the hospital that whole summer. but,boy! did we laugh a lot reminiscing with her!<br />My mom told us we needed to pay attention to her button-pushing for medication, because we would have to do that for her someday... my sister's reply was, "No, mom, we're going to have to climb the mountain and find the pieces of you, when you go!" That's my MOM!!<br />I will be surprised if i go any differently<br /><br />I entered the MTC on September 18th. the night before, i was set apart and my fam--including my Grams and my Uncle Dan, and several cousins-- we were settling down, and finishing the night at my parentals casa. As i talked to my Grandma, i knew it would be the last time i would see her in this world. It seems so much sadder now. I realize that she also knew it would be the last time she would see me. I love my Grandma. She's the only grandparent i've ever known, and life truly does seem a little emptier without her.<br />Every Christmas Eve we went to her house for Christmas dinner, and games and to open some presents. She always put her tree on her living room table, where her lamp usually was. I always loved the angel she put on top.<br />When my cousin got married, in November, they sent me pictures. Grandma was stunning in blue. :)<br />In January, I got a call from my Mission President letting me know Grandma kicked it. She was on terminal patient pain killers, and was hilarious to the last! A little off her rocker, but funny!<br />Best of all, HAH! ...we've been estranged from my grandpa for years. He was wretched to my mom growing up, unfaithful to my Grandmother, and forced my aunt into a less-than-healthy marriage so that he could finally walk away. ...HAH!! My mom was sitting with my Grandma--she had moved in, to take care until the last moment--holding her hand and talking her through the end of her bitterness for her ex-husband. Ironically, it was his birthday! Jan 11. Mom told her, "today is his birthday, if you really want to get back at him for good, you could go today." HAH!!!! (i have a rather morbid sense of humor...) And she did!!<br />"like which fury, hell hath no" ?<br />I came home in April.<br />i really don't like funerals, i haven't been to one in a very long time, so it all worked out just fine. My MTC roomies and i had sung "the lord is my Shepherd" on a tape and i sent it home. they played it at her graveside service. so i was there. kind of.<br />Every Christmas that i've been in IF we've gone out to where she's buried in Shelley, and give her snow angels!<br />my Aunt thinks it's obscene, but i think Grandma likes it.<br />I love my Grandma.amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294008433586396732noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-354107285426128962.post-9425725445428101252008-12-25T23:49:00.000-08:002008-12-26T01:00:31.972-08:00It must be Christmas.Since last Thursday, we've had about 2 feet of snow, easily.<br />I don't think i've seen that much in a while!<br /><br />It sounds like more if i say 24 inches in the last week...<br /><br />In fact! I tried to take my beautiful Beast to my sisters house to commandeer my nephews bed (he isn't using it and i need one). The burban doesn't have 4 wheel drive!!! It took me a long time to get out of the driveway, and then i almost didn't make it up the street!<br />And i certainly didn't make it to my sisters house!!<br />I can't believe my muse, my love doesn't have 4wheel drive!!!<br />it's a suburban!!!<br />I feel betrayed!<br /><br />Not only did we use Jimmy to get my bed, i fit the rest my stuff in there to haul it down to my new house!<br />My burban let me down. That's ok. This love is an endless love. there will be other burbans. ones with 4 wheel drive. i have better relationships with cars, anyway.<br /><br />That was Christmas Eve, by the by. And it was spent in a car, unloading schtuff, and waiting at the airport for Mommy's plane to land. Christmas dinner <em><giggling></em>was *<em>laughing* </em>Denny's. We got home just before midnight, and i slept until 2 this afternoon!<br />AND<br />roads were closed today because of all the snow and wind, so i haven't seen any other family, either!<br />needless to say, it does NOT feel like Christmas, to me.<br />maybe tomorrow.<br />maybe when we get each other gifts, or go give Grandma snow angels.amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294008433586396732noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-354107285426128962.post-38611953486100785342008-12-15T22:15:00.000-08:002008-12-15T22:32:06.942-08:00A Mark, a Mission, a Brand, a ScarI'm moving to South Jordan. I've been in need of moving on, and I just don't feel like I can do it while i'm living at home. I've been interviewing, and I have a place to stay (at this point, they would all be disappointed if i <em>didn't</em> move in!) and it really just feels right to be here.<br />I've never been very career oriented, so this company i've been interviewing with feels a little restrictive, but i absolutely love what they are about. Which is financial services, emphasis on service.<br /><br />I want to get my fashion certificate at SLCC--somehow i just feel this intense draw to Salt Lake City. Maybe after that i'll go for a masters in SF. I know what a want to pursue, i'm not sure what i'd do with it.... does it matter?!?! (well, yes, but i'm too exhausted to think about that, right now....)<br /><br />i'm thinking i might go back to IF and work for a little bit--while i don't have to pay food and rent... we'll see.<br /><br />and that's my updateamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294008433586396732noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-354107285426128962.post-9368737839293418002008-12-04T17:26:00.000-08:002008-12-04T17:45:53.948-08:00All things JimmyIn honor of K & J's first addition, these are other jimmys and james in my life<br /><br />GMC Jimmy<br />"Jimmy Thing" dave matthews<br />"So Long, Jimmy" James Blunt (that's 2)<br />i recently discovered that i <em>actually DO</em> like Jimmy Eat World. My current fav is "bleed american"<br />my uncle Jim<br />There's a Jimmy John's sandwhich place by Biolife that i would like to try<br /><br />hm. that's a lot less than i thought.<br /><br />jimmy stewart<br />jimmy hoffa<br />jimmy mahoney<br />jimmy thakery<br />jimmy vivino<br />james dean<br />james (the band)<br />james oliver<br />the Book of James<br />say james enough and it sounds... jay'mz-y<br />james and the Giant peach<br />...<br /><br />that's allamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294008433586396732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-354107285426128962.post-44947341703209359342008-11-29T19:50:00.000-08:002008-11-29T20:11:41.435-08:00I HAVE A NEW NEPHEWI'm so excited!!! He was born this morning at o-dark-thirty (12:14am)!!!<br /><br />James Gary. Harray!!!<br /><br />Huzzah for little Jimmy!!!<br /><br />wow. i haven't written in a while...<br /><br /><br />... that's allamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294008433586396732noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-354107285426128962.post-355366188551657362008-11-17T12:43:00.000-08:002008-11-17T12:52:37.716-08:00Have you, or have you not?I have done the things in <span style="color:#ff0000;">red</span>.<br /><br />1. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Started your own blog</span> 2. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Slept under the stars</span> 3. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Played in a band</span> 4. Visited Hawaii 5. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Watched a meteor shower</span> 6. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Given more than you can afford to charity</span> 7. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Been to Disneyland</span> 8. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Climbed a mountain</span> 9. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Held a praying mantis</span> 10. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Sang a solo</span> 11. Bungee jumped 12. Visited Paris 13. Watched a lightning storm at sea 14. Taught yourself an art from scratch 15. Adopted a child 16. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Had food poisoning</span> 17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty. 18. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Grown your own vegetables</span> 19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France 20. Slept on an overnight train 21. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Had a pillow fight</span> 22. Hitch hiked 23. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Taken a sick day when you’re not ill</span> 24. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Built a snow fort</span> 25. Held a lamb 26. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Gone skinny dipping</span> 27. Run a Marathon 28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice 29. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Seen a total eclipse</span> 30. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Watched a sunrise</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">or sunset</span> 31. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Hit a home run</span> . 32. Been on a cruise 33. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Seen Niagara Falls in person</span> 34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors 35. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Seen an Amish community</span> 36. Taught yourself a new language 37. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Had enough money to be truly satisfied</span> 38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person 39. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Gone rock climbing</span> 40. Seen Michelangelo’s David 41. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Sung karaoke</span> 42. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt</span> 43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant 44. Visited Africa 45. Walked on a beach by moonlight 46. Been transported in an ambulance 47. Had your portrait painted 48. Gone deep sea fishing 49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person 50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris 51. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Gone scuba diving or snorkeling</span> 52. Kissed in the rain 53. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Played in the mud</span> 54. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Gone to a drive-in thea</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">ter</span> 55. Been in a movie or on a TV show 56. Visited the Great Wall of China 57. Started a business 58. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Taken a martial arts class</span> 59. Visited Russia 60. Served at a soup kitchen 61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies 62. Gone whale watching 63. Got flowers for no reason 64. <span style="color:#cc0000;">Donated blood, platelets or plasma</span> 65. Gone sky diving 66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp 67. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Bounced a check</span> 68. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Flown in a helicopter</span> 69. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Saved a favorite childhood toy</span> 70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial 71. Eaten Caviar 72. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Pieced a quilt.</span> 73. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Stood in Times Square</span> 74. Toured the Everglades 75. Been fired from a job 76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London 77. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Broken a bone</span> 78. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Been on a speeding motorcycle</span> 79. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Seen the Grand Canyon in person</span> 80. Published a book 81. Visited the Vatican 82. Bought a brand new car 83. Walked in Jerusalem 84. Had your picture in the newspaper 85. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Read the entire Bible</span> 86. Visited the White House 87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating 88. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Had chickenpox</span> 89. Saved someone’s life 90. Sat on a jury 91. Met someone famous 92. Joined a book club 93. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Lost a loved one</span> 94. Had a baby 95. Seen the Alamo in person 96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake 97. Been involved in a law suit 98. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Owned a cell phone</span> 99. Been stung by a bee<br /><br />thanks, Whit, that was fun and kind of enlightening.amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294008433586396732noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-354107285426128962.post-49751985647843351662008-11-13T16:21:00.000-08:002008-11-13T18:11:02.842-08:00the camel faces south<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeht5ycuS4culAEVl4U-fk_C51YkF5jhAtc4vxt6ZMV8i8VrOSpL10vJ2uc30GYbjOPwpo62Y1YIG764c2faIkDmCGysn168zjbHwBod1CRb_zRfdFIj5PqVBgd69XWtzkuW0OhEJulo0/s1600-h/theview3NEclouds2%5B2%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268307297688897554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeht5ycuS4culAEVl4U-fk_C51YkF5jhAtc4vxt6ZMV8i8VrOSpL10vJ2uc30GYbjOPwpo62Y1YIG764c2faIkDmCGysn168zjbHwBod1CRb_zRfdFIj5PqVBgd69XWtzkuW0OhEJulo0/s320/theview3NEclouds2%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a>So, i got a 30 day deferral from the plasma center - yes, i'm a little miffed about it - <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3mpf9yX7ABwX61w-hq5Csz5-pv-rNarBl8_qvbtU9IUv1EQthgO9I2HimxPYRJoUAxqXl8c-BcdEymmUvcMHg4PjYHyMsFD42_pbfYBD8oYtl12KLofxoJJlJp_UMFYmTM23MF7JkYc0/s1600-h/theview3NEclouds2%5B2%5D.JPG"></a>and decided i'd go take pictures of the fantastic clouds that were happening.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><p></p><br /><p>Not bad!</p><br /><div><br /></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNwTkRkkHrlAwz0PPZ6zRYyWZ3O_5fxqfWmVuirGNhX903QH8gGOHCYemOp_PS95L4uX1Gt55KnAEVa-4DS3bJntI0JsmDlL82__0YFf9bdLQn_c9f9luK-UUFfwQjGq99bLuiep-xHMw/s1600-h/theview3NEclouds%5B3%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268307631936671634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNwTkRkkHrlAwz0PPZ6zRYyWZ3O_5fxqfWmVuirGNhX903QH8gGOHCYemOp_PS95L4uX1Gt55KnAEVa-4DS3bJntI0JsmDlL82__0YFf9bdLQn_c9f9luK-UUFfwQjGq99bLuiep-xHMw/s320/theview3NEclouds%5B3%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>I found myself driving around in the posh neighborhoods, up on the bench. All of those roads lead out into the foothills <em>somewhere</em>. </div><div><br /></div><div></div><div>I found this little guy, put the Jimmy in 4 wheel drive, and grinned all the way out of site of the houses.<br /></div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcsbNQBkYX1quDJ5_wF1rZ1z7HVy3f_nU6OPi6f-WL2sonHGoLpOPzDZbrJDa5mkIYsXmNwDuTI8_A1N-IXJGUj0YP4md92kZd_3OE-6i46WoqT6MhH7gZHEfa6x2cBkw_uS6IzTB_wd8/s1600-h/foothills1road1%5B1%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268308832232921554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcsbNQBkYX1quDJ5_wF1rZ1z7HVy3f_nU6OPi6f-WL2sonHGoLpOPzDZbrJDa5mkIYsXmNwDuTI8_A1N-IXJGUj0YP4md92kZd_3OE-6i46WoqT6MhH7gZHEfa6x2cBkw_uS6IzTB_wd8/s320/foothills1road1%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div>I didn't drive to the end of it, though i desperately wanted to - Jimmy was at less than a quarter of a tank. I jumped out, ran down the road a ways, and took some pictures. It was SOOOO SOO windy! Ooh, and all i could hear was the wind rushing through the grass. There wasn't too much sagebrush. This is a very good thing. I hate sagebrush.</div><div><br /></div><div>so, i got my pictures.</div></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoYubMTI-yJojcwt5tHj-exrPj1bYLcI8vI10fFh-ygyq1JuJ4SmSr1eR8HZxExcgfjwP7JUvgK0d-BGIR7g8aLhPnP2R_tVSHo3Rtm6ITAF91eXKpCIG57NXXfPfFah0IMNgf6tMtqX0/s1600-h/theview2southclouds2%5B4%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268311096435516994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoYubMTI-yJojcwt5tHj-exrPj1bYLcI8vI10fFh-ygyq1JuJ4SmSr1eR8HZxExcgfjwP7JUvgK0d-BGIR7g8aLhPnP2R_tVSHo3Rtm6ITAF91eXKpCIG57NXXfPfFah0IMNgf6tMtqX0/s200/theview2southclouds2%5B4%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />But, as i was walking back to Jimmy, i noticed ... something.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCfdk1CgWNPIpbp2SPUnCSR69AQbKRVLbdm9z6JBC8neUzttmrGcZH6VwRIVxsBGD6tojhIiMSdgenEWV3SsS7acUGvCOM-4WjjxweK-j-ngoBBvVINZDTXHi2yTNrPQciMiDcEhvzyVQ/s1600-h/foothills6honingin5%5B7%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268311541690402178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCfdk1CgWNPIpbp2SPUnCSR69AQbKRVLbdm9z6JBC8neUzttmrGcZH6VwRIVxsBGD6tojhIiMSdgenEWV3SsS7acUGvCOM-4WjjxweK-j-ngoBBvVINZDTXHi2yTNrPQciMiDcEhvzyVQ/s320/foothills6honingin5%5B7%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1-CX0YHyN_VATwlB0dsetvLehBRYIQJhHd-00c9BisEL95uDSvKJkFo9bAkxNbxxeW97u1fYtr2Ni9SkgEUj5hoFKbcnmuUABQEWg_J9wCBxvs3YQ0yViYy8bgTe-Hk4BezIl9B0CID8/s1600-h/foothills1road1%5B1%5D.JPG"></a><br /></div><div>see that dark-ish patch of color in the middle? It was lava rocks (igneous, if you will) they're all over the area, sure. But these little guys were hiding out here, pretty much isolated. (of course, i gather from the incredible force of the wind that dirt and debris and been brought in, and the rocks eroded) blah.</div><div><br />it wasn't that far, was it?</div><div>i HAD to take a closer look!</div><div>i <em>needed</em> to go play on those rocks!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS5v938RMlHEbiCmyjaCW6SBTsn_myYLSqnYZ9Mg7SQopq12sQiDECm8eOfwm9KRiH5Vek0tPg3dX7RKXmoj0xdugQtojI6XW_WGsRCoRFhb0WjzUzMaY47BWsCbJCAUpATKiU9gGokKY/s1600-h/foothills6honingin3%5B8%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268312981112178834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS5v938RMlHEbiCmyjaCW6SBTsn_myYLSqnYZ9Mg7SQopq12sQiDECm8eOfwm9KRiH5Vek0tPg3dX7RKXmoj0xdugQtojI6XW_WGsRCoRFhb0WjzUzMaY47BWsCbJCAUpATKiU9gGokKY/s320/foothills6honingin3%5B8%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Heh! it took a solid half hour to walk out there. it was not a flat, easy stroll, either. from where i'm standing in this picture, it goes straight down. it was beautiful! The terrain was so variant, and completely awesome!!</div><div> </div><div>here are a few more shots of what it really looked like when i got there: </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxwzsRQ3HWH93CGPLSn080lzLZj2CKlpJDeBcbPO33c6X3lXZoTLs8QSOxvQa-XZvXtFJGe7xCTnTrL3IySP9Fcom_dG4uwXJRVjEOkIGfNHMzCXc5o6Yq-sshUeklKchJgTBqfxL_mY4/s1600-h/foothills6honingin1%5B9%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268314517083869650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxwzsRQ3HWH93CGPLSn080lzLZj2CKlpJDeBcbPO33c6X3lXZoTLs8QSOxvQa-XZvXtFJGe7xCTnTrL3IySP9Fcom_dG4uwXJRVjEOkIGfNHMzCXc5o6Yq-sshUeklKchJgTBqfxL_mY4/s320/foothills6honingin1%5B9%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Ogh2su5nZAAI3wWiFbKgGKH8iDrqX1SNLQ1oT8Fln6xT16dvhwJXfYBKA_xUFuwhm3uqokcbsF_c3J1MiEUidfjaZIOQWlz4i6XjyTBHzu77puIr0hU2TsTzU8PGxKGT9opbHbwWjj4/s1600-h/foothills4view2%5B15%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268314790215613170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Ogh2su5nZAAI3wWiFbKgGKH8iDrqX1SNLQ1oT8Fln6xT16dvhwJXfYBKA_xUFuwhm3uqokcbsF_c3J1MiEUidfjaZIOQWlz4i6XjyTBHzu77puIr0hU2TsTzU8PGxKGT9opbHbwWjj4/s320/foothills4view2%5B15%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOlarPM341Lc0z34b3SNL4fCo3nyhhZ0hQLic_WSgRFhBJ451Gg-Ei25vtoZ3GIqcLbevToU6O0CYuPOciX2JGgrwpX0STUFsR3GpubpTYpmfL2lI3yeoadsruvlXHHYUteKQo6_BFE8Q/s1600-h/foothills6honingin2%5B10%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268315543539018226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOlarPM341Lc0z34b3SNL4fCo3nyhhZ0hQLic_WSgRFhBJ451Gg-Ei25vtoZ3GIqcLbevToU6O0CYuPOciX2JGgrwpX0STUFsR3GpubpTYpmfL2lI3yeoadsruvlXHHYUteKQo6_BFE8Q/s320/foothills6honingin2%5B10%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>I climbed all over those rocks :D</div><div><br /> </div><div>(don't worry, mom, i was <em>completely</em> safe at <em>all</em> times)</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMvi6eUGihqXjr98HynyjbJAjxPots62yYK_8ReJT7kqU2tidMzbdIaJqPNOwjtsM0Hu-Oca4Rk3md3izgXgf6HPLh-lr57kDnfSr4qLb5h7VvrblG1k1_hzA-lWOv3an6JYbiDfTDzE8/s1600-h/foothills5me%5B12%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268316222435906658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMvi6eUGihqXjr98HynyjbJAjxPots62yYK_8ReJT7kqU2tidMzbdIaJqPNOwjtsM0Hu-Oca4Rk3md3izgXgf6HPLh-lr57kDnfSr4qLb5h7VvrblG1k1_hzA-lWOv3an6JYbiDfTDzE8/s320/foothills5me%5B12%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAaFEQRwGilt57ui0jM3TwtUPkHs0jWmBLno8cLjyBSOAKEX3VPR1OFmlVN4LVu0F0JJxUhou_TErKs_J7qRvLdnNyT0Jar8Xx1vlY-15G2yLPFiK1muvqLk7xoptlil1RiVgTYMIyrp4/s1600-h/foothills6honingin3%5B8%5D.JPG"></a><br />see, it's not that far to fall any way.</div><div> </div><div>whoa. </div><div> </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMu8rbamKfQOixuDjrgbEBmlIu1Sykx0UhEJz379P649Xjp-sqm__scDH4t7W_c1syyorghKPbbi0Lckp3Hp_aGfcrMAbvBUh3UzaUZK9SiXw27JNVWd0FP0TrEoWE0UXcTodIwD3m9ZI/s1600-h/foothills3lookingdown1%5B11%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268316520655931154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMu8rbamKfQOixuDjrgbEBmlIu1Sykx0UhEJz379P649Xjp-sqm__scDH4t7W_c1syyorghKPbbi0Lckp3Hp_aGfcrMAbvBUh3UzaUZK9SiXw27JNVWd0FP0TrEoWE0UXcTodIwD3m9ZI/s320/foothills3lookingdown1%5B11%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br />I was as a wild child reared by mountain goats.</div><div>and there was <em>NO ONE </em>around! i went up the cliff and down the cliff, in and around the columnar joints...</div><div>AND</div><div>i found a strange little cave. there were lots of little caves, but this one was quite strange.</div><div><br />do you see the honey-comb-y thing in there?</div><div>do bees inhabit this cave? did someone just shove a discarded filter into the hole?</div><div>at any rate, i did <em>not</em> stick my hand in there. </div><div>i'm crazy, but i'm not stupid. and it was cold and windy - couldn't keep my hair out of my face...<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwO1E7myxMXIL0ie5_fTIeak2RjK47TaSr8AA3eWZmeTS2kSy9ESNNtjL4U7cI9EGx4Q9Fha8J00D7BrzVD8lL3I0fL_IHniC3eANCKdBTC-QKnfqSTgQZDs7mxTjHLDOclu5Mw_R5krM/s1600-h/foothills2cave2%5B14%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268323127047891826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwO1E7myxMXIL0ie5_fTIeak2RjK47TaSr8AA3eWZmeTS2kSy9ESNNtjL4U7cI9EGx4Q9Fha8J00D7BrzVD8lL3I0fL_IHniC3eANCKdBTC-QKnfqSTgQZDs7mxTjHLDOclu5Mw_R5krM/s320/foothills2cave2%5B14%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />HAHA!! there is a line in the movie Gattaca. </div><div> </div><div>...The two brothers would race each other swimming. i'm thinking it was the ocean, but it's been long enough, i'm not positive. ...any way someone asks the kid how he did something super-duper athletically cardiovascularly awesome. he tells them that he never saved any for the way back.</div><div><br />see, the swimming thing. see, his brother would always beat him or something.... </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUqn5s36tVoadAun5t12QiuhNVPIsJsFL-WRb_tlGAOiWaEIV8sjxZGwdCjvdRz2pItdBClqD1RskoLPtd5M-D0cOcFpvlj3ieJB2icVeiaEnx7tjg0qLW8uJu-aLh2o27olCQUH9PZl0/s1600-h/foothills4jimmyview1%5B16%5D.JPG"></a> </div><div>but the kid, he <em>gave it all he had.</em> his heart got stronger, blah, blah, blah - he's a stellar astronaut. <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUqn5s36tVoadAun5t12QiuhNVPIsJsFL-WRb_tlGAOiWaEIV8sjxZGwdCjvdRz2pItdBClqD1RskoLPtd5M-D0cOcFpvlj3ieJB2icVeiaEnx7tjg0qLW8uJu-aLh2o27olCQUH9PZl0/s1600-h/foothills4jimmyview1%5B16%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268326255197769506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUqn5s36tVoadAun5t12QiuhNVPIsJsFL-WRb_tlGAOiWaEIV8sjxZGwdCjvdRz2pItdBClqD1RskoLPtd5M-D0cOcFpvlj3ieJB2icVeiaEnx7tjg0qLW8uJu-aLh2o27olCQUH9PZl0/s320/foothills4jimmyview1%5B16%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div><div><br />um...</div><div>Ever climb up a cliff without giving any thought as to how you're going to get down? Ever hiked a trail without knowing where it goes? Ever bounded off across the hills toward a magical rock place without thinking about how far it would be to walk back?<br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>Jimmy is the spec dead center on the horizon.<br /></div><div>HAH!! it actually wasn't that bad. totally worth it.</div><div><div><div><div><br /><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi61uYy1R-pPBmHfv-igy1PBKLRyB6Qrg-EICVNRKV3LqvUVrokWGv4NVGZloT4VQnd6Cp8owc47u06fDTDWTskDiaSgXkOBhRHaRdQzFzOa-40izJp-llFnKi6FUSmnK86Nq1HCXsLd0s/s1600-h/foothills1road2%5B18%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268327378294992786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi61uYy1R-pPBmHfv-igy1PBKLRyB6Qrg-EICVNRKV3LqvUVrokWGv4NVGZloT4VQnd6Cp8owc47u06fDTDWTskDiaSgXkOBhRHaRdQzFzOa-40izJp-llFnKi6FUSmnK86Nq1HCXsLd0s/s320/foothills1road2%5B18%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>and there was my little friend, when i got back.<br /><br />and there was my little city.<br /><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE-fRraUA4arkhTWhPlCOAN5WLheLf2mKITsTopSCXJcIZj0iTuXzhYF8lf2GC_ox7o2OSSOvizZjoDcnbeoU_8kftMkrIuolET6ei14Sj3mNhF1nVj_0Wi_G2e8Pfe6vH5GMzsXRVNIc/s1600-h/theview1IFbuttes1%5B19%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268327706192793538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE-fRraUA4arkhTWhPlCOAN5WLheLf2mKITsTopSCXJcIZj0iTuXzhYF8lf2GC_ox7o2OSSOvizZjoDcnbeoU_8kftMkrIuolET6ei14Sj3mNhF1nVj_0Wi_G2e8Pfe6vH5GMzsXRVNIc/s320/theview1IFbuttes1%5B19%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdYv9AG7nmFyKwnzPCvjnQa7UKjM4wLWBTA8SNvaRUexiEeXQMbfvj3SYa-MhmvanS2ZTtjBkJjkjFBbu8ayuhW5zj2cByh64PsJERqEHybcr-yCDRzwWjrsOe3SxALWQ7PPN2dlpS6gQ/s1600-h/theview1IFbuttes1%5B19%5D.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><div> </div><div> </div><div>And the buttes out to the west.</div><div> </div><div>The camel faces south.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294008433586396732noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-354107285426128962.post-77738842118900833742008-11-11T22:02:00.000-08:002008-11-11T22:42:06.061-08:00new developments<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA-0fMPHOWeBSzb4IKwEwmSOfpoePUUGqS2Dgh7Uaw75XLGbYNQeRdDLGlEeKBJYO2gtvNbhbUgWMUur7rzZ6ZNGwz5VycNDgjo1OtOz3ASzHWQmT4Zqx_DXY4AvkmS-QtNEzdR7NXM6c/s1600-h/NancyatSacs1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267654336230702402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA-0fMPHOWeBSzb4IKwEwmSOfpoePUUGqS2Dgh7Uaw75XLGbYNQeRdDLGlEeKBJYO2gtvNbhbUgWMUur7rzZ6ZNGwz5VycNDgjo1OtOz3ASzHWQmT4Zqx_DXY4AvkmS-QtNEzdR7NXM6c/s320/NancyatSacs1.jpg" border="0" /></a>i was talking to a friend of mine. she's living with her parents, too. getting restless, too. has a degree in clothing design, too. wants to move to Salt Lake, too.<br /><br />you see where this is going?<br /><br />yeah, me too.<br /><br />stand by for more informationamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294008433586396732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-354107285426128962.post-51722329285981976322008-11-11T21:36:00.000-08:002008-11-11T23:18:59.269-08:00so, i don't write about day to day thingsthat would be because i don't do anything. really.<br />mondays i donate plasma and go to branch FHE<br />tuesdays i have choralaires rehearsal. sometimes i'm not late.<br />wednesdays...<br />thursdays i have choralaires and i donate plasma. sometimes i go to "class" or institute, or just watch movies with my friend, Dawn (we're doing in on wednesday this week!!)<br />friday... maybe i make sure i'm prepared for sunday lessons... make phone calls... <shrug><br />saturday ... yeah, there again. trying desperately to come up with things to do.<br />sunday! meetings, church, singing, dinner... loaf. occasional game night.<br /><br />i have plenty of books to read--i borrowed about 7 from my sister in law about 2 months ago. i have not finished a single one. in my defense, i have picked up two of them, and read significantly.<br />my bedroom is always in need of being cleaned, i have enough sewing projects to keep me busy for months...<br />i just don't feel that motivated.<br /><br />i must be honest with you, i don't feel particularly inspired to be writing, but my last few posts have been far too short and exceptionally lame-ish.<br /><br />I spent the weekend in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Camas_County,_Idaho">Fairfield, Id</a>. My little sister and her husband live out there. They had their primary program and Kiki asked if i would come sing "I am a Child of God" in Chinese. Yipee!!! singing!! chinese!!! YES!!! i'm in, i'm in, i'm in in in innnnnnnnn.<br />Fairfield is like.... little house on the prairie.<br />let me enumerate the things to do:<br />... <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVqCi68qfEyKO-kVSGgOG9rL56vmZSlmdVs9igl9_SY7N3ESlSwNKlicjnjBCAR1snListF7NxoQa4TNI7egxFhIU-q7alV0y9aWhTcUCLgZp0vR_-CagSFziV-a3pHEHlpdj03uXl2pg/s1600-h/camascounty.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267661611435511362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 403px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVqCi68qfEyKO-kVSGgOG9rL56vmZSlmdVs9igl9_SY7N3ESlSwNKlicjnjBCAR1snListF7NxoQa4TNI7egxFhIU-q7alV0y9aWhTcUCLgZp0vR_-CagSFziV-a3pHEHlpdj03uXl2pg/s400/camascounty.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br />i rode Ike's bike around for about a half hour. it took me that long to drive up and down every street, and even head out of town toward Soldier.<br />Soldier is a township that used to exist.<br />Don't get me wrong, if you love to hunt, fish, or camp you're living large. Actually, if you don't hunt or fish you have to drive an hour and a half to Jerome for groceries....<br />i saw the library <<em>shudder</em>><br />i happen to know there are computers in there, so i wasn't sure how there was room for books. or computers, actually...<br /><br />in the picture, where black line 20 and black line 46 make a "t," that's where Fairfield is. Notice the picture represents about 65 square miles, and that Camas county only takes up about half that. if you checked the link, Fairfield is the only city in the county. out of about 900 people living in the county, less than a third of them live in Fairfield. Have a great time, Kiki and Ike!<br /><br />i am so grateful to live in a town that has a hospital, myriads of grocery stores, a fantastic library--traffic lights! we have restaurants, fast food--we have an historical downtown--law firms, banks, schools (<em>plural</em>), extensive city and county buildings, hotels...<br /><br />ANd!! we still have the foothills to the east, island park and other wilderness areas to the north and everywhere else--a <em>river</em> runs through it all!!<br /><br />blessed Idaho Falls! i have no great love for you, but i don't hate you, either. And i'm still moving to Salt Lake just the moment that becomes an option.amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294008433586396732noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-354107285426128962.post-41397975512799465902008-11-05T12:39:00.000-08:002008-11-06T13:10:25.784-08:00If you love <a href="http://www.noob.us/entertainment/star-wars-acappella/">star wars</a><br />or a capella<br />or me...<br />(or indiana jones, in fact)<br /><br />thank you, Clancy you lifted a load from my day with laughter<br />a lot of laughter!amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294008433586396732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-354107285426128962.post-15075820036443411042008-11-02T01:28:00.000-07:002008-11-02T01:35:16.998-08:00a word about my playliststhey are by no means comprehensive or even representative. There are artists and genres that just haven't made it in, yet.<br /><br />In other words, to judge me by the music here, is to miss the mark.<br /><br />to ever think you know me, if you've known me less than about three years, is to grossly underestimate me.<br /><br />i'm not feeling well, and i can't sleep. though i'm feeling much better because i'm remembering to take more allergy/sinus medicine every three or so hours<br />where's the justice in that?amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294008433586396732noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-354107285426128962.post-82591879181543831852008-11-02T00:40:00.000-07:002008-11-02T00:47:30.156-07:00a vicious vortex of fatigue and illnessi hate it when i stay up too late, and then avoid going to bed because i know that i'm going to have a hard time getting up at a reasonable hour in the proverbial morning.<br />and i know i'm compounding the problem by not going to bed.<br />and what's worse is that i know i'm going to stay up late tomorrow as well, because i won't be tired when it's time to be tired.<br />and it isn't as if i HAVE to get up and go to work or be somewhere...<br />until Tuesday morning.<br />and i'm not feeling well, so i'm only making things worse<br />and i'm STILL avoiding getting to bed!<br />somebody stop the madness!!amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294008433586396732noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-354107285426128962.post-36756486351612700382008-10-29T17:21:00.001-07:002008-10-29T17:21:49.646-07:00Joanna Newsom The Book of Right-On<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/FdK-O8WCWCo' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/FdK-O8WCWCo'/></object></p><p>Not all tragic events yield tragic fruits. i don't know what i mean by that.</p></div>amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294008433586396732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-354107285426128962.post-12324950744140650992008-10-29T17:06:00.000-07:002008-10-29T17:07:26.695-07:00i like musici am open to new stuff. please recommend music.amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294008433586396732noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-354107285426128962.post-35784169228380798812008-10-29T16:01:00.000-07:002008-10-29T17:04:56.424-07:00Pictures from my camera, from the last few days<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262725183903815042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9l2sjpT7PQiX4_9Jrz7su6tkQHmrc_Urx_4z1NEdsuMt10EYIUKCUYLAYjfniAchG5UI3LNrVVD4D4EFDmJTZH86EMLEjOLIC3DPkKgGRsiaHbuEJZNvu9JX4y0OoEAVENbiBd1dETJc/s400/Horsetime4.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div>I have no idea what this horse's name was. Maybe Beau. I didn't ask questions, i just got on.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262725189631235938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJl7J-uv7kLqC-IxYX9nAZY5sEMlcNmqCmTMT7E6Ej6cFvOOG-vgPn0CLxRwvlX0joQgLEMFq7DKGiHbGUA2qaCQs1BD6q6BrXf5_LOxXqc4FT-MJmu3cT_teofM3Lzgw7A99RMU6dbro/s400/Horsetime1.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div>family time on Sunday<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuVZvMVR7N6kLjagI26-_dkjyGnR8_7oqkXA-vXFaW85GFpgFWvNDOMC9-ajLEVmnQ48GgpphjrFczTZRsO2KQWPXQ6ggK89Lg8MEHaxuPthF0YCANLR55TYffS7UEN79ewqG7jHhBH7o/s1600-h/FamilySunday2Joseph1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262725196194317762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuVZvMVR7N6kLjagI26-_dkjyGnR8_7oqkXA-vXFaW85GFpgFWvNDOMC9-ajLEVmnQ48GgpphjrFczTZRsO2KQWPXQ6ggK89Lg8MEHaxuPthF0YCANLR55TYffS7UEN79ewqG7jHhBH7o/s400/FamilySunday2Joseph1.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmqihn7P0kC9RhoUa1Z1MyQKmqvYK37QfcLDdu8GJzMuS5K2Hi-36RIDNDvt-4vOzXxqzoLwl3qHFwGI_MPchsCQW-NZ26IpXowriHskbmUnIRLDTWYQfd276HYqgLS4JJk-LtLXygsZU/s1600-h/FamilySunday1doug1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262725193212934578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmqihn7P0kC9RhoUa1Z1MyQKmqvYK37QfcLDdu8GJzMuS5K2Hi-36RIDNDvt-4vOzXxqzoLwl3qHFwGI_MPchsCQW-NZ26IpXowriHskbmUnIRLDTWYQfd276HYqgLS4JJk-LtLXygsZU/s400/FamilySunday1doug1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Upp2QWMkeTItQF_8fnEAEfw74f2Hap8sYMQ-WXdFMbr9OgHyCowo9BsJjsiLHzKeVDe2a7RZ8CeXXbKucKKbAgH9VfBxUwLAr-0B5xLzTateKYWKzNz1Edux5h5PxiQQ0u6hytUrL7U/s1600-h/FamilySunday4Scarlette1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262726339923941810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Upp2QWMkeTItQF_8fnEAEfw74f2Hap8sYMQ-WXdFMbr9OgHyCowo9BsJjsiLHzKeVDe2a7RZ8CeXXbKucKKbAgH9VfBxUwLAr-0B5xLzTateKYWKzNz1Edux5h5PxiQQ0u6hytUrL7U/s400/FamilySunday4Scarlette1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262725198777513362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglgbctQ-L6VJkktjTp8pY3EGMoMihzZz5n37li_iwTWDF-Ky6RwYgspkbymrRzCZ-SwJTCjZbj4KrdH7oxsGJVbr9EHVUhV5rh7Ox4JGp7t6kYP6dM5CgVCK8Q5A7MrDxWk6T9xWTiuqY/s400/FamilySunday3kids1.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div>FHE, Monday night<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSSZJVwHySdQIowkFep5WkyCKhE-EEilRC7Tday_V8kuyMIZ6Ls9V1ziH4h8mBIFwqutMMeocdUlTEyZcVwhrBSvWmk2Ydwbdfz4FJunvWCQt1LkOL7QfqvKp8ad7saZv6UBeL1JOojOI/s1600-h/FHE5.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262726348182097906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSSZJVwHySdQIowkFep5WkyCKhE-EEilRC7Tday_V8kuyMIZ6Ls9V1ziH4h8mBIFwqutMMeocdUlTEyZcVwhrBSvWmk2Ydwbdfz4FJunvWCQt1LkOL7QfqvKp8ad7saZv6UBeL1JOojOI/s400/FHE5.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262729436546121138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk2Zb_GYoCqqRiXEAE2P7B4HyCcwjeSdJZJ2R6G5Gy4wAUh3x4GFoQjJ4uWyL48kK1HUxEjwLhHVQC6HE4YFD6V4nuQ10xH4mQPbvUZeQ5TLicSItlN6FMdm03OjItMyV_qFFUOHC_cWc/s400/Corvette2.JPG" border="0" />why, yes! that is a 2007 Corvette! Yes, the actual owner of the car knew it took us for a ride.</div><div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia4aqsneEuQqzLNThzsut90S3jLgouzKLrujO2iQU7nvZToKry_5s-6hRnd13hz5n4h7hlwKQ1l5kKe1UEqCY31cIsJf-GMcG95g1pjKyIAHe2WHbGqD6VtyEXy_xdXytRaSX6QFqnx-s/s1600-h/FHE1JeffNat4.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262726345183917778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia4aqsneEuQqzLNThzsut90S3jLgouzKLrujO2iQU7nvZToKry_5s-6hRnd13hz5n4h7hlwKQ1l5kKe1UEqCY31cIsJf-GMcG95g1pjKyIAHe2WHbGqD6VtyEXy_xdXytRaSX6QFqnx-s/s400/FHE1JeffNat4.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe4xhsiaRTiErPtOVzYR-SlcKL_vzw-6bxAu056hPwtef7JykEvF4A-skPZ-3l4G1Ik19b8AaAxQvS34lQ6iNOHd0Qmb5I2D3P_FyYMoV5Pse1UtuwsPm4yPaTwG8BG9vyOccRHEk7VGE/s1600-h/FHE6Kyle1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262726343366730226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe4xhsiaRTiErPtOVzYR-SlcKL_vzw-6bxAu056hPwtef7JykEvF4A-skPZ-3l4G1Ik19b8AaAxQvS34lQ6iNOHd0Qmb5I2D3P_FyYMoV5Pse1UtuwsPm4yPaTwG8BG9vyOccRHEk7VGE/s400/FHE6Kyle1.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262729426978532706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtXafjmbrO6dXCnVplJkr5k0O_9P3EP97JLUilR443v4ac8Oqt7RLR6wvdZh0nLCN7v3Jw4rOVDgc4hMP9ST9SlYsbosn2KBCXcSvy5Uy_mk20GeJfT-WbGRRweM0l2r47wJPkXNjxy4Y/s400/FHE4.JPG" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3EZJQ17ZRPQsHGd2IvZpLQox0dDHNtK1Hp5Y0QGhRoZ-nnd8c6NlcjGzl9ii2DaVqrp6QTXsX6DggnppdBDtS0UoubYtvHMoaN3Ns0h1-4tfhx4XMA232W-Z9g5cJGvXdFlEq-qfcB6U/s1600-h/FHE2Dawn1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262726347057003170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3EZJQ17ZRPQsHGd2IvZpLQox0dDHNtK1Hp5Y0QGhRoZ-nnd8c6NlcjGzl9ii2DaVqrp6QTXsX6DggnppdBDtS0UoubYtvHMoaN3Ns0h1-4tfhx4XMA232W-Z9g5cJGvXdFlEq-qfcB6U/s400/FHE2Dawn1.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE2HQLWs3F8KOlSkGqSCVPb6E6rHbepELbkpiZnM1adjtsH7M7r9pAiH-wxCabPou7ul48hCs1AkI7I4HTGLzp1vVVIyYYK8tpv58V3iR1YJ9CSYne-uKjcEElxLszlZ9AOhT6RL6chMo/s1600-h/dyehair4.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262727580728990786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE2HQLWs3F8KOlSkGqSCVPb6E6rHbepELbkpiZnM1adjtsH7M7r9pAiH-wxCabPou7ul48hCs1AkI7I4HTGLzp1vVVIyYYK8tpv58V3iR1YJ9CSYne-uKjcEElxLszlZ9AOhT6RL6chMo/s400/dyehair4.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Wednesday required a little change.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xL2j2v0a8eFEsGxOnWuBsh2-azvntqc6oTOMkInxeoDifUM1Trf18HcsBLecUTZ_zmJjL-0pkMwjMY-icBaACUQHNhPuiD9KI8i_2GCbfmGXfGSLhoiqg8W4kg6tQubajeSrvcqiHo0/s1600-h/dyehair3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262727578369711858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xL2j2v0a8eFEsGxOnWuBsh2-azvntqc6oTOMkInxeoDifUM1Trf18HcsBLecUTZ_zmJjL-0pkMwjMY-icBaACUQHNhPuiD9KI8i_2GCbfmGXfGSLhoiqg8W4kg6tQubajeSrvcqiHo0/s400/dyehair3.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiqNtLEXeoj2k7veCwFi3CCvJ4ZVIKotGGR9PT2zN97KICRitCQuCpgPucdPwAopCqxTo3uBpfikmMSs8N9qseubgEUZg793J76BDMmhSIyPY-YZrVvZOay0WChm2mkg7Os4VeiFUzr7E/s1600-h/deadHair4.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262727575595619458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiqNtLEXeoj2k7veCwFi3CCvJ4ZVIKotGGR9PT2zN97KICRitCQuCpgPucdPwAopCqxTo3uBpfikmMSs8N9qseubgEUZg793J76BDMmhSIyPY-YZrVvZOay0WChm2mkg7Os4VeiFUzr7E/s400/deadHair4.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMf1dSdv5AFWb1mqv9acD2qaYc4pQ9NfC6A76PgS05Lu-QXagv-6zYcpuYqdcfhQOWkK5tSKnrTf7GjVgu51_yVEtvhcrrxVuTwHfxDyJPeQJe4rdOwR3p4yNQnHdXrhMQSTuoqhtW7yE/s1600-h/deadHair5.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262727574399911074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMf1dSdv5AFWb1mqv9acD2qaYc4pQ9NfC6A76PgS05Lu-QXagv-6zYcpuYqdcfhQOWkK5tSKnrTf7GjVgu51_yVEtvhcrrxVuTwHfxDyJPeQJe4rdOwR3p4yNQnHdXrhMQSTuoqhtW7yE/s400/deadHair5.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk8QBiGzoxa4o2K9mrfn1tD4pmGIMY0t5vBKKFr7VgIz8B-N8D_11Glv0eMOyysL1vPZgAohBWn2Qtgs7Ubwy8gyUuUX5651whtBOxvHhI5jR8Q005q1XcrWHqu8l00LCSkBg882JSuxU/s1600-h/deadHair1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262727568404383794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk8QBiGzoxa4o2K9mrfn1tD4pmGIMY0t5vBKKFr7VgIz8B-N8D_11Glv0eMOyysL1vPZgAohBWn2Qtgs7Ubwy8gyUuUX5651whtBOxvHhI5jR8Q005q1XcrWHqu8l00LCSkBg882JSuxU/s400/deadHair1.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294008433586396732noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-354107285426128962.post-18293855705054741052008-10-28T21:22:00.000-07:002008-10-28T21:48:30.271-07:00wisdom at the table, prepared and servedI was sitting in a Relief Society Presidency meeting tonight, absorbed in thoughts for my RS sisters. To my right was our pres. Returned missionary and all the good things that implies, has a bachelors degree, 24 years old and getting married at the end of this month. <br />To my left was our secretary. She's 18 and quiet as a mouse, but i saw her show a high-spirited 16-hand horse who's boss. This was after the horse threw her once.<br />Across from me was our 2nd counselor. She's 22, a publicity major, sincere ambition and a beautiful heart.<br />I realized that i was the only at the table that was not overwhelmed, and didn't feel completely clueless. I know Relief Society. The beauty of it, the struggles, the miracles, and the necessary structure. I've been a teacher in the Relief Society, and a teacher improvement teacher. I have been responsible for coordination music, and leading.<br />what made this all really strike, and take on great meaning was when my sweet little horse trainer told me that she's so glad i didn't marry him, because she wouldn't have met me otherwise.<br />And now i sit here absorbing the great compliment in her sentiment. also, the great clue from above. <br />i was so needed at that table, tonight. I have a lot of experience, wisdom, love, etc. to offer. Really, young sisters who have only ever understood Relief Society as it functions in a family ward are missing out on the universal nature--the brilliance and beauty--of this great organization. It isn't just that i've been in student wards for the last 3 years (and a singles branch before that) it is <em>the</em> wards and stake that i've been in. It's the leaders i've had and the leadership opportunities i've had because <em>they</em> understood their leadership. If i were married, i'd be a newly wed in a family ward--if i had a calling at all, it'd probably be in the primary, and i'd be losing my mind. (actually, it'd be in the Young Womens and the other leaders would be losing their minds) BUT<br />i see how much more i'm needed here. now, in the lives of these sisters. <br />and i count it a HUGe blessing (and mild annoyance) that there aren't really any "feasible dating options"<br />i have sisters to love, a great service to do, and amazing people to work with.<br />life is hard, but we can do hard things.<br />i was born to do impossible things.amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294008433586396732noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-354107285426128962.post-53502924721302124392008-10-25T18:28:00.000-07:002008-10-25T18:29:23.693-07:00i have temporarily rearranged my blogfor the sake of music.<br /><br />and sharing it.<br /><br />:)amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294008433586396732noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-354107285426128962.post-19550866374055499092008-10-21T11:04:00.000-07:002008-10-21T11:43:55.999-07:00introspection -i swear i knew it all alongi actually just spelled sware wrong.<br /><br />So, when life takes a tumble down a rough slope, your perspective is pretty much shot to-<br /><br />well, i'm trying to keep my blog free of profanities...<br /><br />at times like these it is positively <em>sublime</em> to have a friend in precisely the same position. Even more so when she calls you at exactly the moment you need her the most. Thanks, Heid's for telling me what i so badly needed to hear:<br /><br />This period in my life is just a season. a healing season. living with my family and working is temporary, but a necessary time for healing and growth.<br />my fear was that i am stuck here, making life-sentence career and life choices.<br />not so<br />i've been critically over-concerned that by "coming back" to my hometown, i've forfeited opportunities to live other places with other people doing other exciting things i've always wanted to do.<br />this simply isn't true.<br /><br />i <em>am</em> growing and learning--and healing ... somehow one crisis moment tends to unleash all of your life's traumatic moments...<br />most especially, and this one is very slippery to me, others are learning and benefiting from my being here.<br />I <strong>am</strong> a strong, capable, charismatic woman. I should have greater faith in myself to <strong><em>do</em></strong> whatever it is i choose to do. others <em>do</em> look to my example, and feel the love of their Savior through my intense joy in and love of His work.<br /><br />and the time will come for me to move on to whatever is next--my Father in heaven is perfectly aware of my sense of adventure and my restless nature, and he has already put things in the works for me.<br />but until then, let go of worry and dive in with joy to the work before me.<br /><br />I have perfect faith in me, in whatever i do.amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294008433586396732noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-354107285426128962.post-1253293251488992052008-10-20T21:49:00.000-07:002008-10-21T17:38:01.930-07:00For we pay a price for everything we get or take in this world and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqWKVnh9xeWJ6uikuTxOJLcE6Sxmb-hLG7sKbf12t9K1WPQt6qc8995YjKJ1775h4XlNCe531sf6R9ObPopajRTDnfw7zLE-WnJSvdvzsIG4Vy3FVmWkXIlcelMyux5p_nF6HTAK5w1Sk/s1600-h/towelshirt.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259469760632022514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqWKVnh9xeWJ6uikuTxOJLcE6Sxmb-hLG7sKbf12t9K1WPQt6qc8995YjKJ1775h4XlNCe531sf6R9ObPopajRTDnfw7zLE-WnJSvdvzsIG4Vy3FVmWkXIlcelMyux5p_nF6HTAK5w1Sk/s320/towelshirt.jpg" border="0" /></a> --Lucille Maud Montgomery<br /><br />my matti bought this... shirt thing...<br />well, i bought one, too, so i'm not going to describe it.<br />In fact, it's pictured here<br /><br />i found it on clearance for $3! admittedly, i had pined matti's, and every time i saw it on the rack, finally! i have one too!!<br /><br />yay!!<br /><br />And then, i was cleaning my room (this also translates as unpacking), and i found my beads!! three strands of green-toned beads. i bought last march<br />because i like them<br />i put them on and had this instant and overwhelming desire to wear my towel-shirt-thing. the three strands of beads were a little overwhelming, so i wrapped one of them around my wrist.<br />it was a challenge to get it around one last time.<br /><br />and i looked absolutely fabulous.<br /><br />but then i realized that we were going to go to a spook alley for FHE, and that i would probably end up wearing my double hoodie over it. yeah, six inches of terry flounce sticking out from under hoodie-age. classy. this could mean only one thing.<br />a change of attire.<br /><br />just one little hang-up<br /><br />i can't get the beads offamyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294008433586396732noreply@blogger.com0