Tuesday, March 31, 2009
New Template
Thanks to Mel for helping me figure out how to change my blogger template. I have tried a few times, but finally this worked.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Games
I have come to the conclusion that I detest online games. At one point in my life, I felt they were okay. Occasionally fun, sometimes a little time consuming but overall not a big deal if you have self control.
Boy was I wrong! These MMORPG are the biggest time waste I have seen in my life.
I have played different ones in the past and I am able to walk away. I determined that if the first thing I did in the morning was log on to see where my character was, then the game had passed to the "obsession" stage Time to pull the plug!
Here is the deal. My husband has been playing this game online. I won't say the name, but it starts with Tribal . . .s. Anyway, it starts out small with one little village and then it grows into this huge monster of a game that never sleeps, eats, goes to the bathroom or listens to the family.
He wakes up early in the morning to get online and play, he stays up late in the evening to play and he comes home in the daytime to play. I would guess that he spends at least 7 hours per day on this stupid thing. In fact, he has turned down food as well.
I am starting to wish that the computer would just burst into flames. Any ideas out there?
Boy was I wrong! These MMORPG are the biggest time waste I have seen in my life.
I have played different ones in the past and I am able to walk away. I determined that if the first thing I did in the morning was log on to see where my character was, then the game had passed to the "obsession" stage Time to pull the plug!
Here is the deal. My husband has been playing this game online. I won't say the name, but it starts with Tribal . . .s. Anyway, it starts out small with one little village and then it grows into this huge monster of a game that never sleeps, eats, goes to the bathroom or listens to the family.
He wakes up early in the morning to get online and play, he stays up late in the evening to play and he comes home in the daytime to play. I would guess that he spends at least 7 hours per day on this stupid thing. In fact, he has turned down food as well.
I am starting to wish that the computer would just burst into flames. Any ideas out there?
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Howdy again
Been a long time since I posted.
Life has been crazy the last few months. We finally moved and are almost done with the unpacking.
Ayden is growing super fast and some photos are included below.
David's bedroom.
The frog habitat. We actually have a small frog that lives in the plants.
The above photo is from his blessing day. Dad gave Ayden the blessing. It was very nice. One of the sisters in the ward wrote down most of what he said. David was mentioned in the blessing about protecting and helping his brother. David perked right up and paid attention when he heard his name. Louis took him up front and brought him back, the only trouble is that he wouldn't give Ayden back to me after the blessing was over. The scamp hung onto Ayden all the way till they left. (including in this photo)
Life has been crazy the last few months. We finally moved and are almost done with the unpacking.
Ayden is growing super fast and some photos are included below.
David's bedroom.
The frog habitat. We actually have a small frog that lives in the plants.
The above photo is from his blessing day. Dad gave Ayden the blessing. It was very nice. One of the sisters in the ward wrote down most of what he said. David was mentioned in the blessing about protecting and helping his brother. David perked right up and paid attention when he heard his name. Louis took him up front and brought him back, the only trouble is that he wouldn't give Ayden back to me after the blessing was over. The scamp hung onto Ayden all the way till they left. (including in this photo)Okay, this little series of pics is of me, the crazy mother, playing a little game with Ayden, the unfortunate captive audience.... I was trying to get him to stick his tongue out at me and catch it on film.
Here he is giving me the "okay, why did I come here" and "who is this crazy lady" look.
I am only including 3 photos here, but trust me, it took about 30 pictures to finally get one with his tongue out that wasn't blurry.
I just liked this cute face.
This is our great room with high ceilings. I like it. It is still a bit disorganized here, but getting better.
Here he is giving me the "okay, why did I come here" and "who is this crazy lady" look.
I am only including 3 photos here, but trust me, it took about 30 pictures to finally get one with his tongue out that wasn't blurry.
I just liked this cute face.
This is our great room with high ceilings. I like it. It is still a bit disorganized here, but getting better.
I thought that this was a cute little face.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Parable of the Rose
“A certain man planted a rose and watered it faithfully, and before it blossomed he examined it. He saw the bud that would soon blossom – and also the thorns. And he thought, “How can any beautiful flower come from a plant burdened with so many sharp thorns?” Saddened by this thought, he neglected to water the rose, and before it was able to bloom, it died…
“So it is with many people. Within every soul there is a rose – the God like qualities planted in us at birth – growing amid the thorns of our faults. Many of us look at ourselves and see only the thorns, the defects. We despair, thinking that nothing good can possibly come from us. We neglect to water the good within us, and eventually it dies. We never realize our potential.
“Some people do not see the rose within themselves; someone else must show it to them. One of the Savior’s greatest characteristics was that He was able to show people the kingdom of heaven within them. He was able to reach past their thorns and show them the rose.
“This is the characteristic of love – to look at a person, and, knowing his faults, recognize the nobility in his soul, and help him realize that he can overcome his faults. If we show him the rose, he will conquer the thorns, then will he blossom, bringing forth thirty, sixty, or a hundred-fold as it is given to him.
“Our duty in this world is to help our brothers and sisters by showing them their roses and not their thorns. Only then can we achieve the love the Savior wants us to feel for each other; only then can we become perfect as He wants us to be and blossom in the garden of His Father.” (Author Unknown)
I found this post on another blog and wanted to share it with my family and friends. I found the message inspiring and true in my life.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Christmas Rules
I got this in an email and thought I would stick it up here for reading enjoyment. I certainly need to lighten up a bit this season and this injected a bit of levity for me.
1. Avoid carrot sticks. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of the Christmas spirit. In fact, if you see carrots, leave immediately. Go next door, where they're serving rum balls.
2. Drink as much eggnog as you can. And quickly. It's rare . . . You cannot find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? It's not as if you're going to turn into an eggnog-alcoholic or something. It's a treat. Enjoy it... Have one for me. Have two. It's later than you think. It's Christmas!
3. If something comes with gravy, use it. That's the whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat.
4. As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they're made with skim milk or whole milk. If it's skim, pass. Why bother? It 's like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission.
5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Christmas party is to eat other people's food for free. Lots of it. Hello?
6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Year's. You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do. This is the time for long naps, which you'll need after circling the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog. . .
7. If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position yourself near them and don't budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the center of attention. They're like a beautiful pair of shoes. If you leave them behind, you're never going to see them again.
8. Same for pies. Apple, Pumpkin, Mincemeat. Have a slice of each. Or if you don't like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three. When else do you get to have more than one dessert? Labor Day?
9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it's loaded with the mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean, have some standards!!
10. One final tip: If you don't feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table, you haven't been paying attention. Re-read tips; start over, but hurry, January is just around the corner. Remember this motto to live by:
"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"
1. Avoid carrot sticks. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of the Christmas spirit. In fact, if you see carrots, leave immediately. Go next door, where they're serving rum balls.
2. Drink as much eggnog as you can. And quickly. It's rare . . . You cannot find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? It's not as if you're going to turn into an eggnog-alcoholic or something. It's a treat. Enjoy it... Have one for me. Have two. It's later than you think. It's Christmas!
3. If something comes with gravy, use it. That's the whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat.
4. As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they're made with skim milk or whole milk. If it's skim, pass. Why bother? It 's like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission.
5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Christmas party is to eat other people's food for free. Lots of it. Hello?
6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Year's. You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do. This is the time for long naps, which you'll need after circling the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog. . .
7. If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position yourself near them and don't budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the center of attention. They're like a beautiful pair of shoes. If you leave them behind, you're never going to see them again.
8. Same for pies. Apple, Pumpkin, Mincemeat. Have a slice of each. Or if you don't like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three. When else do you get to have more than one dessert? Labor Day?
9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it's loaded with the mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean, have some standards!!
10. One final tip: If you don't feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table, you haven't been paying attention. Re-read tips; start over, but hurry, January is just around the corner. Remember this motto to live by:
"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"
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