Why I love to Blog

I have been tagged……..

10 Reasons why I
Love
to Blog

10. Blogging fills my already full day

9. Blogging helps me sort out my own thoughts

8. Blogging lets me connect with people from all over the globe

7. Blogging keeps me connected to family

6. Blogging helps me appreciate the small simple things in my day to day life

5. I love to read about all the really good people out there.

4. Blogging has helped me become a more confident person. I can write about who I really am and there is no body there to tell me I am nuts. I was at a picnic with some neighbors the other day and my friend mentioned to another lady that I dry my clothes on a line. The other lady rolled her eyes at me. That is the kind of stuff I avoid when I blog. I can talk about what I am doing and my life and I don’t see others reactions.

3. In blogging land my romantic sensibilities are appreciated. The dreamer in me hasn’t always been appreciated in my very practical family, but in blogging land there are a million dreamers. I have learned to be comfortable in my own skin, and that is freeing.

2. I love the sharing of ideas and tips from other homemakers.

1. I think blogging is fun.

I now tag Lindi, Ashworths in AZ and BekBek

The Sabbath Day

I have been thinking a lot lately about something my Stake President said during our ward conference. (Our ward conference was back in January, it takes some time for me to wrap my brain around things!) He talked to us about keeping the Sabbath Day holy. I have always thought that I obeyed that commandment. Our family has certain things we don’t do on Sunday; we don’t ride bikes, go boating or camping, we don’t shop or do yard work, our children don’t play with friends, we don’t do major house cleaning chores, etc.

Really I have given this topic very little thought, I figured I had it nailed, until my Stake President’s talk. He suggested that we could do more to make the Sabbath a spiritual day; he suggested that we get to church not only on time, but early so we could settle in and feel the spirit; he also suggested that we have a family prayer before leaving. I thought that was interesting, a family prayer before going to church meetings.

Then the other day I read a blog post by a Jewish woman who talked about what they do for their Sabbath Day observance. It took her the better part of Friday to prepare for sun set and their Sabbath to start. She prepared special foods and they have special prayers and even special clothing, all for Sabbath.

Now, I am not thinking of converting to Judaism. I happen to really, really believe in my religion, but it got me to wondering about my Sabbath Day observance.

Is Sunday just a different day, or do I make it a special day? Honestly I think I just tolerate it.

Here is my typical Sunday. I get up about 6:30, that is when my husband leaves for his meetings, and I hurry to do my hair and make-up. I wake the kids and give them a quick bowl of cereal and turn on the TV. I get the kids dressed, and iron a few items, the older ones can dress themselves, but I need to be on them so they get it done. One, by one I call the girls in so I can do their hair. Mike usually gets home about 8:00 and while I am finishing up a couple of hair-dos and getting myself dressed he will dress the baby. At about 8:30, when our meetings have started we are rushing out the door, while I am yelling at the 9 year old punk to go get her shoes on for the 10 bazillionth time I am frantically putting together a bag and we are running out the door. We arrive harried, breathless and sleepy to church, sneak in the back and feel proud of ourselves if we make it before the Sacrament. I brave church, half listen; half juggle children and sleepy baby and watching the clock wanting to go home. When church is over I make a quick lunch for the kids, change clothes, put babies and little kids to bed and send the big kids to play in their room while I take a long nap. Husband goes back to church to meetings. We have a big Sunday dinner (I do like this part, I love to cook) hurry kids off to bed and sit on couch watching TV until bed time.

No where in that day did I stop and worship the Lord.

That day was different from my typical day, but there was nothing special about it.

I haven’t quite decided what I am going to do to change how we spend our Sabbath Day. A little more preparation on Saturday would help. Going to bed earlier and getting up earlier on Sunday would help. I do think I am going to try the family prayer thing before we all go to church.

What do you guys do to make your Sabbath Day special?

A little Something

I read something beautiful last night and I just had to share. It comes from the book “O Pioneers!” by Willa Cather


“Winter has settled down over the Divide again; the season in which Nature recuperates, in which she sinks to sleep between the fruitfulness of autumn and the passion of spring.”

I don’t know why, but something those few lines moved me.

My Treasures

This month will be my 10th wedding anniversary. I always said I wanted a diamond trinity band. I really, really want one. There is no way we can afford a diamond ring right now, unless we buy it on credit, and really, is a diamond worth more debt when we are already deeply in debt? There are so many other things our extra money needs to go to. We have a basement to finish, we need to get all our food storage, we need more savings and we need to pay off debts. I keep telling myself all the reasons we can’t get a ring, and they are all really, really good reasons, I still keep finding myself a little sad about the whole thing.

So I decided that I needed a little attitude adjustment.

I am going to count my jewels, my pearls, my diamonds. These are the jewels that I get to take with me. Real diamonds may be really pretty and sparkly, and look oh so nice on my hand, but at the end of it all that ring won’t be on my hand when I meet my maker, however, my real treasures will be there.

Isn’t She Lovely

Maybe it is the mother in me

But, I think she is just beautiful

This is my oldest, and there are times I just look at her and think:

“some how we got all the genes lined up right, because she is so pretty!”


My Beautiful Girl!

Sometimes is just takes my breath away to think this little creature came from me.