Thursday, April 30, 2009

Dear Spouse...

Dear Spouse,

I acknowledge that you are an individual and not just "My Spouse" and I will treat you accordingly. When you do something or say something, I will not be ashamed of you because it is not something I would have done or said. I will fall in love with you more and treasure all our differences as well as our similarities.

I love you always.

P.S. No, this was not written in response to something MY spouse said or did. A friend and I were talking about how our spouses have developed personal relationships with our families and don't just have relationships through us. I was thinking about how one (including myself) has to be very careful not to try to make their (yes, I know I just said one--this is called the singular they or something like that) spouse INTO something. I thought about past crushes and how I adored EVERYTHING about whatever they did. Can't we give our spouses the same level of acceptance? (Of course excepting things that should be excepted. You know what I mean. Really, y'all.) Thoughts anyone?

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Spelling Bea

A fun little song, thanks to BYU's Vocal Point. Morgan and I still say they stole our idea.

We thought of a few more in addition to having some of the same as they did:

g is for gnat
k is for knight
p is for psychedelic

Can you think of any other fun ones?

Oh, and look below. There's a new post that showed up below this one.


A great friend took me to see Shakespeare's "The Merchant of Venice" on Friday night. I had never seen the play and didn't know anything about it, save for the infamous Shylock, that greedy, villainous Jew. Much to my surprise, I came away from the play feeling that Shylock had been much misused and abused. So, if you'll have patience, let's have a little discussion on this wonderful play.

The play begins with a young man, Bassanio, asking his rich friend, Antonio, for a loan. Bassanio is madly in love with the recently orphaned Portia and wants to go press his suit, but needs a lot of money to do so. Antonio wants to give Bassanio the money, but all his money is "at sea" and won't return for another couple months. Antonio thinks of the perfect solution. Bassanio can borrow money from a lender in Antonio's name and Antonio will pay off the debt.

Bassanio goes to Shylock and asks for the money in Antonio's name. Shylock, who hates Antonio for the abuse Antonio has dealt him in the name of Christianity, demands "a pound of flesh nearest his heart" from Antonio if the bond is not paid. Antonio accepts the terms, expecting his ships to come in long before the appointed time.

Bassanio now leaves to find Portia. Portia's father left a riddle-like problem for suitors to solve and Bassanio chooses the right answer. Hooray! Bassanio and Portia are now married. That very day, Bassanio hears that Antonio's ships were all lost at sea, therefore he could not pay the bond. Shylock demands his "pound of flesh" and Antonio wishes for Bassanio to come see him one last time. Portia gives Bassanio double the money that was lent (lended? :) and Bassanio and his friend leave for Venice.

In court, Shylock demands justice, that their contract be fulfilled. The Duke can do nothing for fear of setting a bad precedence. Portia, disguised as a doctor, shows up and lectures Shylock on mercy. Shylock refuses to budge, demanding his justice. As Shylock approaches Antonio with his knife, Portia finds a loophole and says that if Shylock spills a drop of blood while getting his pound of flesh, he will have justice meted to him and he will lose his own life. Shylock decides to accept the payment, but now Portia will not let him off the hook. She demands that he take his pound of flesh without spilling blood. When he continues to refuse, they tell him that he will now be tried for the attempted murder of a citizen of Venice. They tell him they will take everything away from him and then show him "mercy" by allowing him to live and letting him keep some of his stuff. (There's more to this part of the story, but I've left out Jessica and don't want to add her in now.) And then they demand that he give up his religion and become a Christian. I cried when Shylock took off his prayer shawl.

Portia returns to her house minutes before Bassanio, who brings Antonio and they live happily ever after. No one learns a thing or changes. Interesting.

I was going to post some thoughts on mercy, justice and tolerance, but since this post is already ridiculously long, I think you'll just have to stay tuned and see if I get around to it. :) Thoughts so far, anyone? (I really mean that. Comment!)

Wednesday, April 22, 2009


Here's my favorite quote about exercise:

"Whenever I feel the need to exercise, I lie down until it goes away."
Robert Maynard Hutchins

This has always summed up my feelings on such things. :) Okay, not really. Two other girls have started walking with me at a local mall twice a week. Anyone want to join?

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

A Wonderful Clown

I don't know how many of you are familiar with ice skaters, but here's one of my favorites. Wow! Can he skate! And make you laugh at the same time.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Something to make me happy

Okay, I'm still annoyed, but I've found something to make me happy. (Actually, lots of somethings. Don't let me fool you. I have a great life.)

I was driving along today and saw a sign. (No. Literally.) It looked something like this:

Music to my ears. Eyes? Music? Never mind. (Speaking of which, I heard a great oboe/flute concerto today composed by a man I had never heard of. Beautiful!)

I dropped by said book sale. It was at a used bookstore I like to frequent when I happen to be nearby. I've had some pretty neat finds, like this one:

And this one:

And even this one:

Quite lovely finds, I thought. So like I said, I dropped by. When they said they were having a sale, boy, they meant it. I got 12 books, 12 movies, and 2 books on tape for $21. Not bad! Granted, most of those movies were VHS. But hey, we have a VCR. (Is VCR going to date me with my kids?)

I felt like a big spender, but the deals were just too good to pass. (And we had enough fun money. Hooray for budgeting!) That's my triumph. It made my day.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Pardon the Pause

I was just on a trip. I had a wonderful time. It was away from this world. On my way home, I was brought sharply into reality. So pardon my pause. I'm trying to think of something to write about. It might be a few days before I'm less annoyed. (But it's a cute picture, eh?)

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

More gorgeousness

We spent a beautiful day looking at my favorite state.

The pretty ivy.

The beautiful flowers.

(You've got to zoom in on this one.)

Saw some of the cool native wildlife.

Watched a beautiful sunset.

From a ferry.

At Disney. What a day!

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

What a voice

Most of y'all have heard of Kristen Chenoweth? Listen to her voice! (Pardon her dress.)

She's amazing, no? I can't get over her talent!

Thursday, April 2, 2009

An Important Epiphany

Okay, y'all. (The correct way to spell that, by the way. Not ya'll. It is you and all contracted. But I digress.) This is very important. Listen to my story...

I think I've mentioned that I have the perfect husband. He really is the sweetest, most gentle and kind and everything wonderful. And I'm not exaggerating. Those of you who know him know I'm not exaggerating. Well, we had a fight tonight. I know. Gasp! Really, we almost never fight. (And our fighting isn't knock-down-drag-out like I had with my brothers growing up.) He said something and I took it wrong. (Even though I've been warned and do warn people to realize that husbands almost never say anything to hurt their wives... wife? whatever. And did I mention our fights are always my fault? No joke. No. Really. I'm not kidding. I'm so petty sometimes.) I spent the next couple of hours trying not to be hurt, but just feeling awful. When we said our prayers, I prayed and prayed that Satan would go away and leave me alone and Heavenly Father would make me feel better. Morgan fell asleep while reading to me as usual. (Too cute!) I was laying awake when I realized something. CONFERENCE IS THIS WEEKEND! Duh. All of a sudden, I felt lighter than air. It wasn't my fault I was so touchy when I always preach to be less quick to be hurt. (That was a dumb sentence.) And okay, it was partly my fault, but I really am not usually so touchy. I feel like Heavenly Father quickly answered my plea for help and I'm planning on having a great Conference Weekend! How about you? Anybody else unreasonably grouchy?

Give a bunch of guys 3D glasses...

I love my family. Need I say more?

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Glowing spires

I've been talking with several friends lately about the prevalence of depression these days. Seems like half the people I know are depressed. (Very possibly more.) Why is this? Any good thoughts? In the meantime, here's a quote that I found that was inspiring. Let's keep going to the temple!

Vaughn J. Featherstone, The Incomparable Christ: Our Master and Model, p.4
"Before the Savior comes the world will darken. The time will come when even the elect will begin to lose hope if they do not come often to the temples. I believe that the Saints will come to the temples not only to do vicarious work but also to find a God-given haven of peace."

We took these pictures on a trip up to D.C. The day was dark and dreary, yet look at the way the spires glow. They seemed to be a beacon. A coincidence? I think not. I was glad our camera caught the way they glowed.

(A funny side note. If you look closely at them, you'll notice that the pictures line up pretty perfectly. This was not on purpose! There were several pictures taken in between these two. I think it's fun that they lined up so well.)