GROSS.

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The Wal-Mart in town?

Totally Ghetto.

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But there is no excuse for the

mind behind this arrangement:

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The donut shelf touching

the live, goldfish tank?!

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I never thought the sight of Ho-Ho's could make me gag.

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LOVE LETTERS

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Shouldn't we all send and receive

more notes like this?

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*sigh*

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PLAYING HOUSE

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*Rachel Meynder's Blog Header

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I've been meaning to bring up the blog of Rachel Meynders for awhile now. It's my favorite. She's a hip, LDS, stay-at-home mother of 2, in the Portland area. Her blog makes me happy for several reasons:
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1. She paints such a beautiful, honest picture of what young, every-day family life is really like. It's not always easy, fun, or glamorous (think along
the lines of baby barf and laundry) ...but she still manages to find joy, humor, and artistry in even the simplest of situations.

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2. She can make me laugh, smile, cry, sigh, or think deep thoughts. I like the mix of silly and significant.

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3. Rachel gives depth and distinction to the homemaker's life that I appreciate in this cynical society of ours.

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4. I love how she can transform the mundane into something truly entertaining. Like, the shoes she wore to the grocery store? Or last night's
dinner? Somehow, she totally makes me care.

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5. I like her pictures. They're unique. Often times, they have the ability to tell the entire story or convey the overall mood without any words whatsoever.

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6. She's creative. She'll occasionally post fun crafts, recipes, etc.

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7. She keeps it simple, short, and sweet.

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8. She blogs every day. I like being able to count on the fact that she'll have something new and different each time I check up on her cute family.
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I thought I might as well pass it on to you fine people. Hurry and check out the blog HERE now! I bring it up because Rachel is going private on Sunday. If it looks like something you'd like to stay in touch with...leave her your e-mail for an invite. She's super chill about it. As she said in her last post:

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"Let me know if you want in on this action! Whether I know you or not. (don't feel weird if I don't, we all blog stalk.)."
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I see blogs of note, give out 'awards' to other blogs that they deem worthy of recognition. I experimented with an award button that turned out kind of pretty, I guess. I just couldn't find a way to word it that would appear in any way, I don't know...desirable. I mean, I do not have a blog of note. Why would anyone want to advertise that they've been acknowledged by little 'ol me??

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I mean, seriously.
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So, sorry Rachel. No fancy award. Just know:

I think your blog is pretty darn cool.

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THE TALE OF TWO BRAINS

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Andrew was assigned to watch this video for his Family Relations class. He enjoyed it so much, he called me in to watch it with him that evening. Basically, I laughed til I cried. I recommend watching this with your spouse if they're around. It'll make it even funnier.

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I love the way this dude illustrates what goes on in my head with the buzzing, emotional strings...connected...to...EVERY-THING! I couldn't have explained it better myself. It's impossible for me to stop all the buzzing and connecting and emoting going on ALL THE TIME! I swear, being a girl is utterly...exhausting!

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As for Andrew and this "nothing box," I'm not so sure. He goes stark crazy doing "nothing." If he has nothing to do, Andrew'll start pacing the house like a caged animal. But as for the boxes not touching each other...holy cow. My man is definitely a one-track-mind kind of guy. He'll become obsessed with one idea until it is resolved and put away forever. Whereas for me, because everything is so interconnected, I don't think I could focus on only one thing, like, ever. I tried once. My brain nearly exploded.

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Can anyone relate?

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*If you're interested, check out the other clips by this guy on YouTube.

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ODE TO TREE

When we first moved into this house, there was a beautiful, leafy tree in our front yard {See picture of our house on sidebar -->} . I liked having the shade, a pretty view, and a place to hang my bird feeder where I could watch it from the window. But strangely, that next summer, leaves on half of it decided not to grow. And another summer later: not a single leaf. Our tree was dead.

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It got to the point that every time a heavy windstorm ripped through this valley (not an uncommon occurrence around here), we had to move our vehicles from the driveway so falling branches wouldn't crush them. We finally saw that it was time to say farewell to our tree.

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Ironically, the same day it was cut down, we were dragging a Christmas tree into the living room. It was surprisingly sad to look out that window, to see...nothing. And we had big plans for that tree! Christmas lights were eventually going to be wrapped around the trunk. I was going to read in its shade over the summer. And I have no idea where to put this bird feeder now.

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But do you wanna hear the really sad part? We'll still have to rake leaves in the fall. Our neighbors across the street, have what I believe to be, the largest tree in the state of Idaho. And for some unknown reason, the leaves don't ever land in their yard. Every single blasted one, after dancing in the autumn breeze, lands softly on our lawn. Does anyone have a GIANT fan we can borrow?

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THOUGHT OF THE DAY

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Andrew and I attend church in the Hinckley building on campus. I found the quote below, on the door of a professor's office. It got me thinking about how polite society tends to encourage downplaying our personal strengths...especially when we're being recognized for them. For example, how many times have we been given a compliment only to argue with the giver over its validity? But after reading this quote, I'm pondering the art of balancing self efficacy with arrogant pride. It seems like such a fine line.

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“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do.We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

--Marianne Williamson
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I was curious about who Marianne Williamson is. After some research, I found she was a woman pastor of a "New Thought" church. Basically, she believed God to be a "force"-- a love that flows in and through everything--rather than an actual being. Also, Jesus Christ is not the literal Son of God or Savior of the world, but an enlightened teacher who was able to successfully tap into this "force". From what I could gather, they believe that prayer is more of a positive thinking thing then a talking-to-a-concrete-father-in-Heaven thing. They're also real big on natural healing through the mind. She has since moved on from this church to put her energy into a successful self-help book business.

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In Dec. 2003, Time Magazine is quoted as saying:

"Yoga, the Cabala, and Marianne Williamson have been taken
up by those seeking a relationship with God that is not strictly tethered to
Christianity."

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I think it's funny that TIME probably meant for a belief in God without obligation or accountability to sound like a positive indication. But doesn't that make it sound so...unsubstantial? Worldly? Ridiculous? I don't know. Basically, I've come to the conclusion that she's the epitome of a, "philosophies of men mingled with scripture," kind of thing. And with that said, I still like the quote. I guess, I just was hoping for your thoughts. I mean, I "play small" all the time around others, just because it's comfortable and safe. But is it necessarily right?

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SIGH.

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DINNER:

Peppermint Icecream and Brownies

Oh, don't look at me like that.

I'm an adult. I can eat whatever the heck I want.

And besides...it has been a BAD DAY.

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I miss Andrew.

Parent Teacher Conferences Thurday.

And a little disorder known as ADHD (not mine).

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TUESDAY NIGHT MEETINGS

7:38 p.m.

House to myself a couple more hours

pajama pants and cozy socks

hair pulled back in to pig tails

Sliced apples

Crunchy peanut butter

Quiet reading time

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Pandora for company

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8:45 p.m.
A date with Billy Blanks and my TV

(That's right. Don't want to mess with me in a dark alley.)

11:36 p.m.

Andrew's home!

Late-night snuggle and goodnight kiss

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Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

(That's Andrew snoring, by the way)

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QUESTION.

You are sitting in a restaurant with your spouse enjoying a night out. Suddenly, you both become aware of a table of young, single college girls sitting across the aisle from you. They are talking and laughing loudly about...let's just say...topics of a pornographic nature. It's becoming very distracting.  Do you say something?

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BLACK OUT

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Back in December, southeast Idaho had a few significant power outages. The first one happened about 7 in the evening while we were relaxing on the living room floor.

*Andrew took this picture a few months ago.

At first, it was a fun adventure, pulling out our candles and peeking out of our windows at the black neighborhood. But after we found that we weren't getting cell phone service, and we didn't have an Internet connection either, I began to get kinda...nervous. It was an odd, lonely sort of feeling being disconnected from everything, sitting there in the dark. I knew that most likely, everything was going to be fine, and the power would return very soon. But what if it wasn't? Were we prepared?

We stayed distracted by curling ribbons on the Christmas presents for my students. We found that even this simple task to be frustrating though in the small glow of just a few candles. When that was finished, Andrew resorted to burning stuff, while I experimented with my camera in the unique lighting. But soon enough...we were bored. It was still too early to go to bed, so we decided instead, to take a drive.

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What a creepy sensation it was to drive by stores completely dark, still traffic lights, and cops closing up the Wal-Mart. There was an exceptionally stark contrast, because we had grown accustomed to Christmas lights twinkling on most stores and houses in town. Our first instinct was to check on the temple. Was it dark too? For some reason, the thought was unsettling. I haven't yet been able to formulate into words why that would be. However, my uneasiness about the power outage wasn't soothed, until we could look up and get a clear view of the temple still glowing on the hill. Backup generators we assume. I thought it interesting, that the entire population of Rexburg seemed to have the same idea. It took us ten whole minutes to turn left at the insignificant stop sign next to the temple. All we could see from up there were long lines of tail lights down where our little glowing city should have been.

*Also one of Andrew's pictures.

By the time we woke up for work the next morning, the power had returned and everything was back to normal. But this simple, silly experience got me reevaluating. If this had lasted for several days, or something truly serious or scary was causing it all, would we have been prepared? Also, it's kind of amazing how dependent we are on electricity for everything.

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*It is the middle of winter in Rexburg, Idaho. If you weren't aware...it's cold here. Would we be able to stay warm? Would it be enough to remain bundled up in bed? We don't have a fireplace. Are there space heaters and such that don't require electricity?

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*What if we needed to buy something? The stores would be closed. If something was opened, I wouldn't be able to use my debit card, something I am heavily dependent on. I should probably have cash with me at all times just in case.

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*Would the gas stations be open? What if we needed to get somewhere far from here for safety sake? I try to keep my gas tank at least half full at all times in case of such an emergency...but if I was being honest, I've seen that little yellow warning light come on many a time before remembering to turn into the gas station.

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*As far as cooking goes, we would have been okay, because we have a little camping stove. But I found my mind going over the canned goods in our cold storage with a cringe. I couldn't bring myself to open the fridge for fear of letting the cold air out and allowing everything else to spoil over night. Plus, we were due for a shopping trip and in need of breads, milk, eggs, and boxed snacks. If the power outage had lasted another day, we may have been eating Spaghettios, croutons, and chow mien noodles for dinner. I'm being slightly facetious here, but without the help of an oven, fridge, or microwave, our options for a balanced meal were severely limited.

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*We have several candles and flashlights readily available. However, we found that this wasn't nearly enough light to read, play games, or cook for any significant amount of time. It just got frustrating. I found myself wishing we had a good lantern to light up an entire room with at once.

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* Did we have enough clean underwear and socks to last us for a week-long outage? The thought of scrubbing all our laundry by hand made me very grateful to be a woman living in the 21st century, let me tell you. Wouldn't you agree that the washing machine is a glorious invention?

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* I am most definitely not one to be labeled as a cell phone junkie. Quite honestly, I'm not a big fan at all of talking on the phone just for the sake of talking on the phone. But, being without it for an evening brought to my attention what a blessing all this technology is! We can stay connected with everyone no matter the distance. Without it, our family way out in Arizona...might as well be living in Narnia.

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Anyway, the whole thing just got me thinkin'...

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