It Takes A Little Patience

I am off today with Alex to do some school shopping. He starts High School in less than a month and he HAS to look good. Plus we are going to spend some time in Park City and Heber City. I just can't seem to get enough of either place this year!

So have a great couple of days until I get back to work.

And for your viewing enjoyment....a very cute kitty showing how to be patient!

Sunday Sermon

Miracles

Since this Sunday Sermon post is titled Miracles you would think that I would be posting about Miracles from the scriptures. Things like turning water to wine, Virgin Births, healing the sick, raising the dead and parting of seas.

Today I'd like to expand that into little everyday miracles. Just missing a car accident, finding out that the test that at first came back badly actually turned out to be just fine, having your wayward child start to change their life or maybe finding a $10 bill in your pocket. Little things that happened all the time that, to you, are miracles.

I had my own little miracles taking place in my yard this past month.

You may remember my Wordful Wednesday post a while back when I posted shots of my "wildflowers". They looked like weeds. Many hours were spent in the backyard chatting and signing to those motley looking weeds and lo and behold....a miracle happened.

My normally brown thumb has turned to green and I have flowers!

Here is a snap of my tomato plant too. I actually have a red tomato.

So you see, there are miracles everyday. In every step we take and in every breath we take. Great things that proceed out of that which is small. (Quoting from one of my favorite scriptures!)

In Job 8:7 it says:

Though thy beginning was small, yet thy latter end should greatly increase.

And I know they are not talking about flowers and tomatoes it's still nice to remember that little things can make a big difference!

Writers Workshop

Mama Kat is sponsoring Thursday's Writer's Workshop. Stop by and check out all the great posts.

This week I chose: What are YOU giddy about?

Ah, the Utah Jazz.

Capturing my thoughts and mind for most of the year.

It is time for renewing contracts and starting practices again.

My very own Paul Millsap’s contract was going to expire. He was going to be a free agent. We could lose him.

HOLD THE PHONE!!!

We cannot lose Millsap. He is my baby, my superstar, my chubby checked little babushka! And last year was a great year for him.

I need to let the Miller family how important it is to me for Millsap to be kept in Utah. Yet, I don’t want them to think I am unstable. They cannot know that I have thoughts of hanging out at the ESA trying to capture a glance of him. They cannot know that I dream of him driving up to work in his fancy smancy car and whisking me away to be his personal assistant. They cannot know that when he plays, I smile and think unpure thoughts! They cannot know the depth and breadth I will go for Millsap! If they did, they may request that I be locked up for the season.

My hubby calls Millsap “Your Boy”. As they say in “Holes”, if only, if only! Hubby is so intuitive.

Paul, if you are reading this (in my wildest of all fantasies, Millsap stalks me!! So cool) please know that if I had $10 Million to give you as a signing bonus, I would. If I was able to pay you what you are worth (which in my opinion is more than that nasty Kobe!) I would do it.

SIGH!

The Jazz did get Millsap a tasty little contract that makes both of them (and me) happy. He will be staying in Utah. My little heart is all a twitter.

GO JAZZ!!

Wordful Wednesday

Payday is coming up this week. This means that Baxter, the canine helper here at work, will have a job to do. He is our in house Mailman. (Or being politically correct, Letter Carrier.)

Here you go Baxter, take Marrdy's paycheck to her.

Come on Baxter! Bring it to me...without much slobber please!

Hairy and handsame and always a good boy on payday!

(And every other day too.)

For bringing me my check you get a treat!

This is what happens to the mail when there are no treats around!

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Sunday Sermon

Charity

Yesterday I had the chance to see Charity in action once again. We were at a parade and a family was bringing "Grandma" to watch. It was hot and we had almost an hour to wait for any floats or bands to march by. When others saw the struggle this family was having getting Grandma where she needed to be in order to be shaded and comfortable, several people jumped in and lent a helping hand.

During a time in my life when things were difficult, I had a family and friends step in and help in ways I couldn't imagine. These people saw my need and proceeded to help without being asked and really without knowing the story of what was going on. One Relief Society President (the leader of the women's organization in church), gave me an incredible gift of charity. I still am amazed to this day that she knew exactly what was needed in my home and how to get things there.

I swore during that time that someday when I had the means and opportunity to return that amazing gift of charity that I would let nothing stand in my way.

1 Corinthians 13

1 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.
3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.
4 Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up.

Having Charity for others is so easy for some but receiving Charity is hard for me. Maybe I am too proud and feel like I can do it all myself but accepting love and help from other really is a great gift. I owe much to my family and friends for watching over and taking care of me during the difficult times in life.

Have a Beautiful Sunday!

I Married Mr. Clean

Mama’s Kat assignment this week had four too many items to choose from. Indecision is my middle name!

So, I thought I’d try to come up with something original of my own. But the summer heat is sucking all the logic out of my brain….

UNTIL

…..my sweet hubby found a spot of mud on a wall in our ½ bath this morning and proceeded to clean it up while trying to get out the door to work. That sparked an idea for a post.

A little background of me first.

I am not Suzy Homemaker. The first time I went to visit my hubby he was merely the father of a friend I was visiting in Albuquerque. During said visit, a little spark that had been sleeping came roaring to life. On my return, I told my sisters about my stay. They laughed (hysterically) and told me I was in trouble.

Cute new hot love interest was MR. CLEAN. I was Ms. Shove it somewhere so it can’t be seen and use lots of Lysol Spray.

My hubby had three towels in his spotless kitchen. A bar towel to dry off the counter tops, stove and refrigerator. A hand towel to dry your hands after getting them wet in the sink. And a dish towel to dry any dishes done by hand. These towels were not to be mixed up. If they were used for anything other than their designated duty they were to be put in the dirty clothes hamper and a new towel used in its place.

I had one towel at my house that I used for everything, and I mean everything!

All items purchased from the grocery store had to be cleaned off before they were put away in the kitchen. All veggies and fruit were scrubbed clean and put in their proper place not just thrown in the crisper in the bag they are brought home in.

When drying clothes they must first be taken out of the washer, shaken and folded and than laid gently in the dryer. (What?!)

The lawn mower and weed whacker both must be cleaned with water and scrubbed after every use. Anything that has cement on it must be swept off including the curbing around the planters.

Every piece of paper must be sitting in its correct place, in it’s correct order. And not on the bar!

He had no stuff! No magazines, no newspapers, no empty pop cans, nothing.

My life was chaos and I was going to date Mr. Super Organized. The man my neighbor now calls the Cleaning Nazi. The man who is like the Energizer Bunny, he just keeps working and working and working. A man who has everything in order, a place for everything and everything in it’s place.

My sisters were right, I was (am) in trouble.

By the way, my baby sister has started a blog of her own….stop by and say hi!

Wordful Wednesday

While on our honeymoon 2 years ago we stopped in Spokane Washington and spent some time in the City Park. It was a sweltering day. We road the Merry Go Round, ate Hot Dogs and Snow Cones while sitting in the shade trying to keep cool.


There is an amazing fountain there and everyone seemed to be playing in it. We saw a couple of interesting shots and just could not resist snapping some pictures!

Does this make us demented? I would love to think my cute, semi perfect hubby is demented!

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Sunday Sermon

Matthew 7 is filled with so many wonderful stories and wisdom. The first scripture I ever memorized (besides the Lord’s Prayer) was Matthew 7:1. It was a hard taught lesson from a girl who felt wronged by some of her friends. I have never forgotten that. And I have never forgotten the lesson taught of the foolish man who built his house upon sand.

Matthew 7

24Therefore whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man, which built his house upon a rock:
25 And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell not: for it was founded upon a rock.
26 And every one that heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them not, shall be likened unto a foolish man, which built his house upon the sand:

27 And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell: and great was the fall of it

No matter what our foundation is, if it is not firm and strong it will crumble beneath us and wash away in troubled times. Whether your foundation is your children, your spouse, you faith, your knowledge or whatever you choose, make sure it’s strong and you continue to build on it. You never know when you will need its strength to hold you up.

We saw this house, that was actually built upon a rock, in Couer d' alene, Idaho while we were on our honeymoon two years ago this past Tuesday. I couldn't pass up an opportunity to get a shot of it. Have a wonderful Sunday. It's sunny and beautiful here in Utah and I am off celebrating my 2nd anniversary with my wonderful semi perfect hubby. One of the strong foundations of my life.

Wordful Wednesday

To celebrate the 4th of July my hubby and I took a trip on the Heber Valley Railroad. It was a beautiful day. Sunny and warm with a breeze.

The round trip took 3 hours. We both had such a relaxing time.

We saw these birds nesting on a telephone pole and couldn't figure out if they were eagles or hawks or possibly something else.

Then the Bad Guys robbed the train. The robber above got caught with his pants down!

This guy was looking right at us and REALLY wanted to shoot us. Lucky for us he took pity on us and passed us by.




And a trip to Heber City is never complete unless you eat at the Dairy Keen. I swear these are the best burgers in the whole world...OK, maybe in Summit County (oops, Wasatch County. Sorry)!


I also looked for Amy , Park City Girl, the whole time I was there. I was hoping we bumped into each other.

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Wordful Wednesday

Before the loss of innocence!

This picture was taken Easter Sunday in 1959 or 1960. My Grandmother was visiting us this morning. She had brought her boyfriend Harvey. I loved Harvey and thought Grandma should have married him. I still do. I think she may have been happy.

My mother had made my sister Marrla and me matching dresses. I did have gloves but they probably got put into my purse.

I always loved Easter.

I loved getting a new dress, new shoes and new gloves. I always felt like so girly. I was able to pretend I wasn't really a tom boy at heart.

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