Daily Life, Thoughts

The Chosen Makes You Think

So this past week I finally sat down and watched The Chosen. My husband and I and some of our kids watched it over the course of a few days. It has been awhile since we had a series to watch together. Again, I have pretty high standards. I don’t tolerate much swearing and immorality even though the story “is so good”.

I’d seen this series advertised and I didn’t give it really a second thought. Then I saw a gal I follow on Instagram saying she finally gave it a good try and got hooked and binge watched it multiple times. Okay I thought, I’ll give it a shot. I downloaded the app and started to watch it. I got maybe halfway through the first episode and I was hooked.

It was so good!

Do I think that it is 100% accurate? No. But what I do think is that it is good.

For I remember the word of God which saith by their works ye shall know them; for if their works be good, then they are good also.

Moroni 7:5

I was praying and wondering if it was a good thing and the answer I got was “If it brings you to Christ it is a good thing.” Good enough for me.

I am excited for Season 2. The first one made me cry, made me laugh, and made me feel more of a longing to have more of a relationship with my Savior. He is my elder brother. The Chosen I don’t think took away from the deity of Christ, but rather showed him in more of a 3D perspective. It reminded me that He knows me and loves me and understands what it is like to go through mortality.

So this weekend if you have some time and even if you think you don’t, you should give the show a chance.


Father’s Day (For My Dad)

I thought I’d write a note to my Dad on here rather than the obligatory post on Facebook. I’ve been mostly off Facebook for several weeks so why get back on now?

My dad was raised an only child. He grew up, married my mom and together they had eight kids. It can’t have been easy going from being an only child to having eight kids because eight kids is a lot, and very loud, and very busy. I know because I am in the middle of it with my eight kids. It is loud, chaotic and messy and busy. But at least since I was the oldest of the eight kids I knew what was coming. He didn’t.

My dad grew up all over the world. He went to high school in the Philippines. He joined the military and continued to travel the world while the family all stayed home. He also flew for two different airlines and he was gone a lot. But when he was home he would spend time with us.

The memories that stand out the most are watching movies with him and projects. When I was little the Star Wars movies and Indiana Jones movies were new and I would sit on his lap and watch them with him. When I got older it was house projects. I would help a little but it was mostly keep him company and stand on boards to hold them while he screwed them together. Stuff like that. A couple weeks ago when I was visiting he was working on fixing a rental and as he was screwing a couple boards together that kept moving, I got up and stood on them to hold them still. Just like I had over 20 years earlier. And there was always the traditional run to the gas station to grab a soda. Can’t do construction work without one. Well, I can but he can’t. Haha. I learned a lot about construction from him.

My dad really was a great dad. He was there to listen to my inane prattle (I now have a husband for that and he’s awesome cause he actually likes listening to me talk which is good because I talk a lot!). My dad taught me a lot of things. He’s pretty darn patient and I learned a lot about cooking from cooking with him. We made dinner a lot together and we’d bake, too.

He is a great dad and now he’s an awesome grandpa. He has twenty-three grandkids and there will be more (not from me, don’t get any ideas). He hangs out and watches movies with the little ones now.

My dad is probably the coolest person I know. Maybe someday he’ll get to writing his life’s story and you can get to know him. He’s a really good writer also. (Hint, hint Dad.) There are millions of things I could say about him, he’s been such an influence for good in my life and I am so grateful for him.

I love you Dad!


90 Days

I am on day 4 of my “Summer of Change”. I don’t know what to call it. I just know that I’m taking a break this summer from all the bombardment. Be it from the media- social or otherwise- and it is hard. I am not necessarily a news junkie but I like to know what is going on. I have my talk radio shows I listen to daily and I’ve even started turning those off now. The world has gone crazy. Society has gone crazy. The news is like listening to some insanely far-fetched scifi/political made up who-knows-what. People have gone off their rockers. Not that everyone agrees with what is going on and not everyone has gone crazy. It is just certain areas and the matter of the squeaky wheel gets the grease. The rebels (I guess I can call them that?) who are looting, causing chaos, destruction and death are getting all the attention. I can’t watch it or listen to it anymore. I am taking a break.

I am thinking though that when I turn everything back on in September it will be a completely different world. I would like to thing that it would return back to a semblance of normal that we used to know but in my heart I seriously doubt it. You can only go so far before you can’t go back. People- cities- are talking about getting rid of police because they are the problem and the world would be a better place without them. Um, what?! Yes, there might be a few bad apples but to make a blanket statement like that and go with it is just about the most bizarre thing I’ve ever heard. To think that people can get along and handle themselves without law and order is insanity. I wish that were the case but watching the news people have proven that not everyone is capable of logical thought and self governing.

As we say in my family: Make good choices, say your prayers, read the scriptures, follow the prophet, be kind and you’ll be fine.

That’s about all you can really do.

Daily Life, Thoughts

The Days Go By

The day started out okay. Up early and got my walk in. I was thinking about stuff and such, planning things. One thing I was looking forward to just felt wrong. I couldn’t make it feel right even with a bunch of justification. The Spirit was telling me no.

Fine. I gave in, a little petulantly. It threw off my mood and I headed into a bit of depression. It is so silly. I still have a lot of things I need to do today and all I could seem to do was sit there in my doldrums. What I really wanted to do was just go window shopping: Home Depot, Kohl’s, TJMaxx. Not really buy anything. I think I need a change of scene. It is one of the drawbacks of country living- everything is a drive away. I saw a meme that said, “Now I understand why Laura Ingalls was so excited to go to town with Pa.” For real.

The gas line in my neighborhood is being replaced/repaired and they had to dig up the road. It was fun to watch. The little kids and I sat on the front steps eating popsicles and watching the trucks and tractors and such do their thing. It was nerve wracking as well because trying to keep the kids from getting in the way was not something I thought id have to do. Sit on the steps, stay out of the way. Not hard, right? Wrong. Eventually the hubbub had moved down the street a ways and I was able to convince the kids to come in so they wouldn’t be run over or sunburned.

Michael asked for $10 to go out with his friends on Friday. I told him he could earn it. He reluctantly agreed. He went and got the pickax as instructed and I had him tear up a section of the yard that was very uneven, choked with weeds and very ugly. He did a good half an hour before blisters started to form and his back started hurting. Hard to go from video games building virtual worlds to building stuff in reality. He said he’d finish the next day. He’ll use gloves this time and work on his form. The plan is to pull the weeds now that the dirt is turned over and then sift out the rocks, level it and plant grass. There are two more spots of similar size I have plans to do the same thing to.

While Michael was digging I was weeding in the garden. I pulled a bunch of morning glory out of the strawberry patch and discovered a sprout of peppermint plant. I had dug the main plant out years ago and put it out front. This straggler had survived. I carefully dug it out and put it in a pot. My friend had said she wanted a peppermint plant last year. So I saved it for her and asked if she wanted some strawberry and raspberry plants. They all grow like weeds sending shoots and runners all over. Raspberries are coming up in the middle of my yard and the strawberries are in the walkway. My friend and her husband came over last night and we dug up all the rogue plants and they took them home. It’s a good cycle. I got berry starts from one friend and passed some on to another.

After a late dinner (we had to visit with our friends for awhile) I made the kids clean the house. Yes, it was late. Did I care? Nope. If they are going to sit all day then they can work at night.

I was telling Alex that I am doing this parenting thing- I was going to say wrong, but that’s not true, more like not how I want to. I want a certain outcome but the things I am doing aren’t going to get me to that goal. Know what I mean? I don’t think a clean house is the be all end all but i focus on it because it is tied in with work and responsibility (and I can’t think in a messy house). I told the boys that it seemed to me that life was the opposite of what you would think: the harder you work the easier life is not the opposite which is the less you work the easier it is. I don’t think they believe me. Who wants to work harder?

So I am trying to find a balance. I have never been very disciplined or consistent and that has been a problem. In fact it is the problem. I’m working on getting better at saying no and having the kids get work done first then play later but it is an uphill battle. But I can always try again tomorrow. Though the tomorrows are running out. My oldest has only 4 more years at home then they all start leaving. Have I taught them enough? Will they do okay? Will they succeed? This parenting thing- tough.

Well, I guess I better stop writing about it for now and get up and do something about it.


House Repair Musings

Being an adult is an interesting thing. When you are a kid you think it will be amazing to grow up because then you can do anything you want whenever you want- and you can. Being an adult is great that way. But it isn’t the whole truth. Consequences play a big big factor.

You can stay up all night and eat whatever you want. But you pay for it the next day. You have money and can buy what you want. But you have to go to work for it and spend it on bills, too.

Years ago I was grocery shopping and found out what a kid thinks I do. Grocery shopping as an adult involves planning, lists, comparing prices and sizes, name brands versus store brands, watching for sales, etc. Practice. One day one of my children just started grabbing whatever they wanted and throwing the items into the cart. I asked him what he was doing and he said, “That’s how you shop”. Um, no. It looks like it but it’s not. It is what he had observed and concluded.

What got me thinking about being an adult is that my house needs help. I have several electric outlets that don’t work; some lights that flicker sometimes.That’s never a good thing. My floors throughout the whole house don’t match. They are installed wrong in one room and there are worn out patches, holes, and water damage in others. The windows all are thin and drafty and we get ice on the inside in the winter. (Makes one wonder why a person would but such a house- it was a foreclosure- a good deal. Maybe.)

All things considered we have several choices. Do we keep going as is and hope an electrical fire doesn’t break out, patch job it and save up to do the remodel, or take advantage of the low interest rates and refinance and get it all taken care of?

I’m leaning towards the refinance. Get it all taken care of all at once.

There are pros and cons with all the options. There are different scenarios. If I leave it as is then we could possibly save up the money years down the road but then more damage is done (possible electric mess, water damage from leaks, etc.). But if I just get it done, then I can enjoy a nice house for however many years until we move and we can sell it for more because everything isn’t breaking.

Adult decisions can be difficult. This isn’t a super big problem but it is one I’ve been deliberating for years.

So, I guess I’ll make some inquiries. There isn’t a manual for this stuff. Is there? I guess I research it and wing it and learn as I go.