Monday, June 30, 2008

Sorry Guys

It's my laptops fault. I had like an entire post written and then my computer shut off by itself.
I tried. Really, I did.
There will be a post soon (if my computer stops plotting against me), I promise.
In fact, there will be two.
1 regarding my delightful trip to Disneyland (Thanks Alicia!)
and 1 regarding my spur of the moment Sunday in Las Vegas (were "Sunday" and "Las Vegas" really used in coherent conjunction? yes.).
I'm so spontaneous...

Tuesday, June 17, 2008


I need to make a correction to a specific bit of grammar used in my last message. In describing the little bat that I saved, I used this phrase: (don't worry, I do know their nocturnal). Upon reading that this afternoon, I was appalled and ashamed to realize that I used the word their incorrectly. The proper word usage would have been "they're." Please don't judge me...

Ben, I am holding you responsible see as you did not correct me sooner.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Back by somewhat popular demand...

To be perfectly honest, when I posted my first (and only) entry I knew I was addicted. I'm just such an attention whore (excuse my french) that I knew it would be hard for me to control the urge to update. And so, then and there, after clicking the "PUBLISH POST" button, I made a promise to myself. I promised that I wouldn't update unless I had something noteworthy to say. Luckily, I have had some fun experiences in the last week that I'd like to share and so I feel I am justified in this post.
First, I spent last weekend with my family and spoke in sacrament meeting. While not exactly noteworthy, I would like to mention how much I love our babies. My cousin Jeanna's boys, Isaac and Dominic, are such an incredible joy. Having those little feet running through our home definitely helps me to keep my sense of direction and perspective in life.
Saturday and Sunday (I know. I'm a heathen!) we took them to the pool. They just love being in the water. It's only June and we've already showered them with a number of fun pool toys. Isaac, the browner of the two little mexi-babies to your left (driving our Escalade), would spend all day swimming by himself in his little innertube if you let him. Well not exactly swimming, you see he hasn't quite gotten the technique of it down yet, so he pretty much just splashes in circles, but who am I to say otherwise? Besides, telling him he's not an olympic swimmer would be throwing cold water in that dear little boy's face (you like what I did just then?) and I am not the crusher of dreams, no sir. Dominic could care less about whether or not he's actually swimming. In fact, he prefers it when you hold him and just let him kick, but his favorite thing is to chase around the big beach ball we bought for them. He laughs so hard is makes me want to cry. There is not a sound more beautiful in the world than the laughter of that child.
However, my favorite part about taking them swimming has to be the end. When they are all done, we wrap their little naked booties up in towels and pile them back in the car. They are so tired and and happy; all they want to do is curl up into you and be loved. That photo to the right is perfect evidence. There's Dommy, happy as a little clam (I'm good, I know), damp and smiley in my arms. What a satisfying feeling to be able to give someone, especially those sweet little spirits, that feeling of care and contentment. I'm telling you, her children keep my biological clock from going haywire (I really do love being a woman). And, you know, it doesn't hurt that they are such yummy babies. Look at that grin! I just want to munch on those cheeks. I want to nibble on their "baby sugars," as we call them. Yumm-o! Holy moly--look how I've rambled. This isn't even the so-called exciting part of my life.
On to the action: I house sat this week. I know, that was kind of a let down but let me continue. I house sit often for a woman in our ward named Sherri, and she has a good sized piece of property in Fallbrook. It's out just before you hit the the Santa Margarita River (which is more like a piddley creek to tell you the truth). This means she has all manner of criters on her land. Counting only domesticated animals she has a horse (whose stall I have the privelage of cleaning), a dog and four cats. Well, one quiet Wednesday evening, as I was preparing myself for sleep, I noticed one of her miserable cats slink in with something in it's mouth. After I make it drop it I am finally able to discern what he caught, and to my suprise, he manage to obtain a little, tiny bat (pictured below). To give you an idea of that little thing's size, that is my hand underneath the towel. My fingers are pointing right and my thumb is pointed towards the blue mass in the background. He was just such a little thing! So I get this cat, whose name is Devil Kitty (big suprise), to drop the bat and I immediately inspect it for puncture wounds. Lo and behold there were none. After that scary process, I used my tweezers (which were disinfected afterwords--I'm not nasty) to genetly move its limbs and check if it is paralyzed. As far as I could tell this little bat was okay, however, it wasn't trying to get away. This worried me. If that little bat was not in good enough shape to fend for its life when faced with big, bad me, then how would it survive if I sat it outside? Being the sensitive soul that I am, I made a little bed for the furry, brown ball and tucked it in safely for a good night's rest (don't worry, I do know they're nocturnal). When I checked on him in the morning, he had moved around his modest tupperware home and began to click at me in a very rude and angry tone. He seemed to be in a much healthier position and so I took him outside. I tried to feed him and he wouldn't eat, but when his baby bat mouth came into contact with water he just gulped it up. The water did the trick for some reason, and after he had his fill he crawled to the edge of my hand and flew away. If was oddly satisfying watching him take off into the wild blue yonder. It sounds silly, especially considering the fact that I had actually interrupted the circle of life (sorry, Sir Elton John!), but it made me happy to know that I enabled his escape from the very literal jaws of death. That, as miniscule as it is, was my noteworthy experience this week: I saved a life!

Before I end this madness I would like to share the most wonderful quotation (Yes, quotation. The word quote is a verb, calling a quotation such would be improper English, and we don't want that! Just ask Ben...) with you, my darling readers (all 2 of you). I found it as I prepared my talk. I was asked to speak on finding happiness in the gospel, and so I followed the promptings and spoke on the Plan of Salvation or, as it is otherwise known, the Plan of Happiness. I broke the plan down, specifically addressing why we were here and how living with those purposes in mind can help us find true happiness. I ended my talk (and now this entry) with this quotation: President Boyd K. Packer of the Quorum of the Twelve said
“There are three parts to the plan. You are in the second or the middle part, the one in which you will be tested by temptation, by trials, perhaps by tragedy. …
“Remember this! The line ‘And they all lived happily ever after’ is never written into the second act [of a play]. That line belongs in the third act, when the mysteries are solved and everything is put right. …
“Until you have a broad perspective of the eternal nature of [the plan], you won’t make much sense out of the inequities in life. Some are born with so little and others with so much. Some are born in poverty, with handicaps, with pain, with suffering. Some experience premature death, even innocent children. There are the brutal, unforgiving forces of nature and the brutality of man to man. We have seen a lot of that recently. “Do not suppose that God willfully causes that which, for His own purposes, he permits. When you know the plan and the purpose of it all, even these things will manifest a loving Father in Heaven."
All I have to say is Amen!

Friday, June 6, 2008

Testing the waters

I was perusing the blogs of friends and loved ones today and decided that this is something that I really need. I live an exciting life. I'm an interesting person. Why shouldn't I post my thoughts and considerations where everyone else can read them? The world is just waiting to give me attention, so why not accept it?
And here it is: my blog.
Just so you're aware, I've spent hours creating this. I had to carefully edit my layout, preview multiple color schemes (or colour schemes for you British readers), and settle on a photo, title and description that was elegant but not too pretentious before finally deciding I could allow people I actually respect to view it. I started on a whim and had no idea how intense this was going to be.

Hopefully I can update enough to satisfy the demands of the millions of people world wide who will soon be hanging on my every entry.
We'll see.