Friday, November 11, 2011
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Five months in a Flash
brad at ranch
kailen at homecoming
spencer at prom
Dear Blog, I forgetteth you not.
I know you cried out to me several times in the last five months- feed me! update me!
I know I ingorethed those cries.
(wow. ignorethed. such. a. cool. word.)
The problem is blog- you cried out at the wrong times. Kind of like a baby who wakes up from a "nap" 20 minutes after you put them down.
You begged for updating when I was filled to the bursting point with pride about my children. I couldn't post then. It would look too braggingful.
You pleaded for updating when I sent my two oldest off to college far away, in the west. I couldn't post then. There was too much weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth. Friends would have called the nearest hotline for despondent 2 out of 3 empty nesting mothers.
You beseeched me for an update when I was hot under the collar about one issue or another (occasionally political- more often just life drama, and not exciting drama at that!) and I couldn't post then because I would rant and rave and lose at least one of my faithful readers. I think. I think I have one faithful reader.....and I can't offend that reader!
You entreated me for an update of our family outings this summer. I am still drying off after the 95 degree, one million percent humidity during trek but hopefully will update someday about that life changing experience. And confess to the world that I actually stayed in a hotel the first night of trek. But it was all about the camera, and not about me at all. Well, it was kind of about me. And I was a much better, kinder, more humane photographer on day two for having stayed in said hotel!
And now blog, I will commit to a new season in bloggingdom. A season of frequent updating! More bragging! More opinionated! More details about family outings!
Or not.
I'll have to think about it!
for now- a couple of pictures of the past few months.
in living color.
yep. I've had diet coke this morning. 2 in fact.
kailen at homecoming
spencer at prom
Dear Blog, I forgetteth you not.
I know you cried out to me several times in the last five months- feed me! update me!
I know I ingorethed those cries.
(wow. ignorethed. such. a. cool. word.)
The problem is blog- you cried out at the wrong times. Kind of like a baby who wakes up from a "nap" 20 minutes after you put them down.
You begged for updating when I was filled to the bursting point with pride about my children. I couldn't post then. It would look too braggingful.
You pleaded for updating when I sent my two oldest off to college far away, in the west. I couldn't post then. There was too much weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth. Friends would have called the nearest hotline for despondent 2 out of 3 empty nesting mothers.
You beseeched me for an update when I was hot under the collar about one issue or another (occasionally political- more often just life drama, and not exciting drama at that!) and I couldn't post then because I would rant and rave and lose at least one of my faithful readers. I think. I think I have one faithful reader.....and I can't offend that reader!
You entreated me for an update of our family outings this summer. I am still drying off after the 95 degree, one million percent humidity during trek but hopefully will update someday about that life changing experience. And confess to the world that I actually stayed in a hotel the first night of trek. But it was all about the camera, and not about me at all. Well, it was kind of about me. And I was a much better, kinder, more humane photographer on day two for having stayed in said hotel!
And now blog, I will commit to a new season in bloggingdom. A season of frequent updating! More bragging! More opinionated! More details about family outings!
Or not.
I'll have to think about it!
for now- a couple of pictures of the past few months.
in living color.
yep. I've had diet coke this morning. 2 in fact.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Who Said This?
Update..we have a winner! Read the comments to be impressed by the vast knowledge of my friend Lawanna!
"We need heaven's help to raise heaven's children."
Twice now I have been quoted in sacrament meeting talks and lessons as having made this somewhat impressive statement. Apparently several years ago I gave a talk and used this quote. A talk which I have now forgotten. The quote? I don't remember it at all....so I asked the teacher of the lesson if she remembered who I attributed the quote to all those years ago. She thought it was a profound colettism.
I wonder if Ralph Waldo Emerson knew he was being profound when he made all his impressive quotes? Did people repeat his words in their own speeches until the words became famous? Will I be included in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations- the 1,000th edition? When you google Heaven's Children in 50 years will you see my name?
I did attempt to find any other possible profound quotesters by googling the quote and variations. (It's looking more and more impressive to me the more I think that maybe, just maybe I actually coined the phrase!) There were no hits...I take that back- there were millions of hits about heaven, children, and the children in heaven and the children who came from heaven and the children who came from other places too.
No exact matches appeared in the first 1,000,000 hits.
I have to admit to being totally flushed with pride (not the good kind...if there is a good kind) while being quoted from the pulpit. I must look for better ways to achieve self-worth! But until I find them, I will enjoy the quote fame while it lasts.
However, before I become too overcome with pride....perhaps you recall who said this first? A prize to the winner. Not necessarily a good prize...or a prize that costs money, but a prize nonetheless!
Game on!
"We need heaven's help to raise heaven's children."
Twice now I have been quoted in sacrament meeting talks and lessons as having made this somewhat impressive statement. Apparently several years ago I gave a talk and used this quote. A talk which I have now forgotten. The quote? I don't remember it at all....so I asked the teacher of the lesson if she remembered who I attributed the quote to all those years ago. She thought it was a profound colettism.
I wonder if Ralph Waldo Emerson knew he was being profound when he made all his impressive quotes? Did people repeat his words in their own speeches until the words became famous? Will I be included in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations- the 1,000th edition? When you google Heaven's Children in 50 years will you see my name?
I did attempt to find any other possible profound quotesters by googling the quote and variations. (It's looking more and more impressive to me the more I think that maybe, just maybe I actually coined the phrase!) There were no hits...I take that back- there were millions of hits about heaven, children, and the children in heaven and the children who came from heaven and the children who came from other places too.
No exact matches appeared in the first 1,000,000 hits.
I have to admit to being totally flushed with pride (not the good kind...if there is a good kind) while being quoted from the pulpit. I must look for better ways to achieve self-worth! But until I find them, I will enjoy the quote fame while it lasts.
However, before I become too overcome with pride....perhaps you recall who said this first? A prize to the winner. Not necessarily a good prize...or a prize that costs money, but a prize nonetheless!
Game on!
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