P.S. We had a great Thanksgiving. Tales to come at a later date.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
P.S. We had a great Thanksgiving. Tales to come at a later date.
Monday, November 24, 2008
I am grateful for brothers . . .
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Anyway. I am SO excited for Thanksgiving in Indiana and SO excited to go to Idaho in December. Those are very happy things that I'm looking forward to.
Moving on. Have you ever heard that song (I've only heard it sung by Mariah Carey) called "Grown Up Christmas List"? She talked about how as a grown-up she wants peace and happiness and love, blah blah blah. Its a really good song, actually, and its been in my head (even thought I try to kick it out because NO Christmas music before Thanksgiving!), but it got me thinking. Chris and I have both really struggled to put together Christmas lists this year. For me, its gotten to a point where all I want is Christmastime. Not presents, just the season--because I LOVE Christmas and December 26th is the most tragic day ever. That's why this year all I really wanted from my parents was plane tickets home--and that's what we got (Thank you, Mom and Dad!!).
But there is something else that comes along with a "grown-up"Christmas list--the desire for things you can't have/can't ever afford. Here we go, its picture time.
My "Grown-Up" Christmas List~~
What's on your "grown-up" Christmas list??
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
I'm homesick. Horribly, tragically homesick. It only took 3 months, but I'm finally there. I think its because its cold outside, but it will never snow. Its because last night I told Chris it will be weird to see real mountains again--because I couldn't remember really what it was like to be surrounded by them. Maybe because I have never spent one single Thanksgiving in my entire life away from my mommy and daddy, and this year I'm doing exactly that (not that I'm not excited for my first Conn Fam Thanksgiving, but you know what I'm saying). Or maybe it was the Christmas music playing in Walmart last night. Since when did I spent Christmastime in Knoxville, TN? I heard "I'll Be Home for Christmas", and I will be home for Christmas (I cannot wait!!) but not until then. And then I'll come back and won't be home again for who knows how long (except hopefully in April for graduation, but other than that I mean). I was really good at being a big girl so far from home, but I tap out--at least for today.
A very T Fam Thanksgiving. Remember last year how fun it was to do Christmas card pictures, T Fam? Ha ha. This picture perfectly displays how "fun" it was. If only I'd gotten a picture of B on his cell phone.
Family. Yeah, my hubby looks sexy in this picture, I know. I miss my brothers, even the one who's not in this picture.
Rocco's cooking. My dad is a master in the kitchen. He and my mom are quite the Thanksgiving team. Every Thanksgiving I wake up to burning eyes because my dad is chopping onions for his famous stuffing.
My mommy. I love her.
Temple square Christmas lights. We will be coming West for Christmas, but I'm not sure we'll be there long enough to make it to Temple Square. Its truly the most beautiful place in the World at Christmas time.
For the Record:
Things that save me
2. Working out when I don't have a cold or mysterious foot bruises.
3. Penguins games online
4. A blog where I can vent and post pictures nobody but me wants to see.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Which brings me to the activities the the last few weekends.
Last weekend we spent Saturday morning at the golf course with some friends from our Ward, J and A. Yes it was the middle of November and yes it was early in the morning, but no it wasn't that cold. A benefit of the south, to be sure. Unfortunately, I was still battling my nasty cold, which is the only explanation for the fact that I'm a horrible golfer. But it was fun nevertheless.
J showing A his sand-escape skills. The really cute Nike golf ball Alixa let me use after I lost all of mine.
Moving on. This weekend C humored me (he's good at that) and agreed to go a Knoxville Icebears game (a local minor league hockey team). I think 8 months ago C expected my hockey fandom to die out, but I have persevered. I was so excited about the game and C did a good job not looking too bored (I'm being unfair--he is growing to love hockey too. The other night he jumped up and down in our office with me as we watched the Penguins beat the Redwings 7-6 in over time--very exciting game). Anyway, the crowd was a crack-up. Wonderfully stereotypical Southerners. We had a good time and hopefully we can go again soon (hint, hint.)
After the hockey game we came home and watched "Great Sports Moments of the 80s" on VHS. Not even kidding. It was so exciting (not even kidding). I didn't know anything that was going to happen (hey, I was born in '86) and kept yelling at the TV ("No way! No way does he catch that!"). C just laughed because he has watched that video about 1000 times since he was 10 years old.
So there's our sporting festivities of the last two weekends.
(Sorry for this insanely awkward picture.)
Thursday, November 13, 2008
I was reminiscing last night about how I started this blogging thing in the first place. My sister-in-law, Cam, had/has a blog. She's a creative genius, though, and her blog is exceptional (check it out), so I felt a little intimidated. But it looked like fun, so I figured why not. Chances of anyone actually reading it were slim. Little did I realize there is a huge universe of bloggers out there--and in no time I was finding old/new/current friends to keep in touch with.
My first post was about C's adventures in applying for graduate school. I remember writing it. I remember "knowing" he was going to go to BYU (life, its so twisty-turny). We were sitting in our History of Creativity class. It was a night class--2 1/2 hours long. So I wrote it and figured out the pictures and everything--I pushed "publish post" and there it was! I was so proud. However, I didn't actually tell anyone about the blog until a few posts later.
I really love my blog. Its fun to have a place to say whatever you want, from the meaningless to the meaningful, from the major to the mundane, I share it all here. And I've realized that I switch off between writing about my (our) doings and my (just my, usually) thinkings. I like that. I've also become more comfortable in my blogosphere skin. Not too worried about sounding smart or exciting. Just write what I think/feel/want to. I like that too.
I want to thank my readers (BOTH of you!) and anyone else who's ever skimmed across my crazy thoughts--especially if you left comments. I heart comments.
I'm getting sentimental. I'm not sure why. It's November 13th! Where did November go? Where did 2008 go?! How did all the sudden my little baby blog with 3 posts on it grow to the big 100 mark? What's with time and the way it always flies? Like I said, I'm getting sentimental.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
On Thursday anti-Prop people staged a protest march on the Los Angeles Temple. I watched a video of it at work, and was once again almost in tears. They were shouting hateful things, had signs saying "Go to Hell, Mormons" and were banging, yes banging, on the gates of the Temple. It gave me chills. What is this, the 1830-40s? I was telling C about it, about how they weren't organized or peaceful or respectable, or trying to get a meaningful point across. They were wild and hateful. They were like . . . . a mob? C asked. Yes. That was exactly it. And our Church doesn't have the best history with mobs. Remember Kirtland? And Independence? And Far West? And Nauvoo? This isn't the same, I know, but I've never seen the Church persecuted like this, not right in front of my face on CNN Video. I was sick, watching them bang on the gates of our glimmering white temple. Then I couldn't help but think, could the people inside the Temple hear them? Probably not, they build those temples pretty sound-proof. But can you imagine if they could? Or if you looked out out the window or walked out the door and saw that mob? Talk about leaving Zion and walking straight into Babylon. Then I proceeded to read the comments posted below the video--big mistake. One man said the Romans had it right, all Christians should have been killed a long time ago (what? how is that not discriminatory?). Another man said he lived in Utah--he knew all about that evil Mormon cult and their founder James Smith (not even kidding--he said James Smith). So much hate. And this whole time the Church has insisted this isn't about hate or money or politics or power; its about family.
People who are pro-gay marriage have a right to say so, but do it civilly. Do it gracefully. Not like this:
We hope that now and in the future all parties involved in this issue will be well informed and act in a spirit of
It is important to understand that this issue for the Church has always been about the sacred and
Allegations of bigotry or persecution made against the Church were and are simply wrong. The Church’s opposition to same-sex marriage neither constitutes nor condones any kind of hostility toward gays and lesbians. Even more, the Church does not object to rights for same-sex couples regarding hospitalization and medical care, fair housing and employment rights, or probate rights, so long as these do not infringe on the integrity of the traditional family or the constitutional rights of churches.
Some, however, have mistakenly asserted that churches should not ever be involved in politics when moral issues are involved. In fact, churches and religious organizations are well within their constitutional rights to speak out and be engaged in the many moral and ethical problems facing society. While the Church does not endorse candidates or platforms, it does reserve the right to speak out on important issues.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
My immediate reaction tonight is to be depressed, but I am going to refrain from that. We live in the greatest country on earth, why should I be depressed? I have a wonderful wife, wonderful home, and wonderful family. These are the things that define me, not my politics.
I do, however, have a passion for politics, not because I enjoy arguing, but because I love my country. The country that my Granddad fought for, the country that many have died for and the country that has given me more opportunities than I deserve.
I have been asked a number of times about my political affiliation, and why I chose to be on the "right". This decision was not a hard one for me. I chose to be Conservative because I believe that life is precious. I chose to be Conservative because I believe that in America anything is possible. I chose to be Conservative because I believe government should not continue to grow. I chose to be Conservative because "I cling to my guns and religion." I chose to be Conservative because marriage was meant for one man and woman. I chose to be Conservative because my money is safer in my hands than in the government's hands. I chose to be Conservative because I believe in the US Constitution is the greatest political document ever written. I am Conservative and I am not ashamed of that, and I hope that our country will continue to understand and appreciate our Constitution. Change can be wanted and I admit, change may be needed in Washington, but the Constitution must continue to be looked at as a document that is not fundamentally flawed, but a guide that our country must continue to live by.
Just some thoughts on this election night.
In other news, anyone interested in a blogosphere book club? It's going to be super amazing so if you want to join, email my sister-in-law Camie (she's the literary grand master) at email@example.com. And you don't have to be the literary genious that Camie is, because she let me join. So join--it will be fun!
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
So I won't be turning the TV on to anything but ESPN.
And the computer will only be used for blogging and watching Penguins games.
And I'm going to watch Cool Runnings over and over again.
Its the best movie ever. I'm not even kidding. We watched it on Sunday night and it was so hilarious. I was laughing the whole time. And the story is really touching too. The way they overcome all the odds. And the ending isn't what you expect, its better. And at the end Junior's rich dad is there wearing a Jamaica t-shirt and Junior is so happy and the dad is cheering and before you know it you're crying during Cool Runnings--its that kind of good. Plus, its got that whole Olympic spirit thing going for it. And I heart the Olympics.
Wait! I'm going to say something about yesterday's results. Kevin Johnson is now the mayor of Sacramento. My Kevin Johnson. He played on the Suns during their glory days when we lived in Arizona when I was a kid and I had his shoes! I loved those KJ shoes. I always say if I could find some now I would totally wear them. Maybe I'll check ebay. But now he is the mayor! Isn't that nice? My wonderful husband brightened my bad morning by texting me that this morning.
I heart KJ.