Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Getting that booty moving!
I love music...I however have a sudden brain cramp when it comes to remembering the artist or even the name of the song. I'm in desperate need of adding some new tunes to my ipod. I'm looking for good music to run to. If you have a favorite will you leave a comment. Thanks!
Friday, February 20, 2009
If you want to win...
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She has yummy recipes, one of which I recently made...
I entered - so hopefully I will win:)
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Laughter IS the best medicine
This was sent to me by one of my dear co-workers. This was fun to watch and giggle along with all the others. And I really felt so much better after laughing for a bit! Hope you enjoy it too.
You always hear that laughter is contagious...well, here is proof. Click on the link below.
You can't hear the 3 guys who come onstage for about one minute. It's the guy in the middle that's going to crack you up when he finally puts a mic on him.
I know you need a good laugh ... Turn up your speakers! Click here:
http://videos.komando.com/2008/06/04/mans-surprising-laugh/
You always hear that laughter is contagious...well, here is proof. Click on the link below.
You can't hear the 3 guys who come onstage for about one minute. It's the guy in the middle that's going to crack you up when he finally puts a mic on him.
I know you need a good laugh ... Turn up your speakers! Click here:
http://videos.komando.com/2008/06/04/mans-surprising-laugh/
I am an invisable mother -- are you?
My sister, who is a new mother of 6 month, sent me this article. I am sure she has NO idea of what she is in for but she knew enough to pass this on to me. She knows at times I struggle with being a mom of 5 wonderful kids. Not that I struggle because I am a mom, I struggle with all the juggling that must constantly be my companion due to the awesome fact that I am a mom. So when she passed this on to me a few weeks ago, I sat back and now have a brand new perspective on my role as Mother Scarlet. Thank you, thank you, thank you, are my nightly prayers to a loving Father in Heaven for the gifts he has given me: Ashton, Kazmera, Kyra, Sierra & Zoee! These gifts have created the person I am now and have blessed me with lessons I could never have learned on my own.
I hope this gives you a bright, new perspective as it did for me.
Invisible Mother......
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask me a question. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?' Obviously, not. No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this? Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What Number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Pick me up 5:30, please.' I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going; she's going; she is gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: 'To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.' In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.
The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything. A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.' And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.' I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you’ve baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.'
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'You’re gonna love it here.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we’re doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women. Great Job, MOM!
Hope this encourages you when the going gets tough as it sometimes does. We never know what our finished products will turn out to be because of our perseverance. "Love the people who treat you right, pray for the ones who don't!" Change is inevitable… growth is optional.
Susan Scarlet
I hope this gives you a bright, new perspective as it did for me.
Invisible Mother......
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask me a question. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?' Obviously, not. No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this? Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What Number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Pick me up 5:30, please.' I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going; she's going; she is gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: 'To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.' In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.
The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything. A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.' And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.' I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you’ve baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.'
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'You’re gonna love it here.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we’re doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women. Great Job, MOM!
Hope this encourages you when the going gets tough as it sometimes does. We never know what our finished products will turn out to be because of our perseverance. "Love the people who treat you right, pray for the ones who don't!" Change is inevitable… growth is optional.
Susan Scarlet
Friday, January 23, 2009
Where's the Beef?
If anyone would like a half or quarter of beef for their food storage, please let me know. The beef is grain feed, hormone free, all that good stuff. It is the leanest beef I have ever worked with. It comes from Palmers in Tremonton. It is 2.09 a pound cut and wrapped. A half beef is about 300 pounds. You can specify how you would like it cut. It will not be ready until the 1st or 2nd week in March.
Happy Days
Melanie
Happy Days
Melanie
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Ear phones question???????
I am off to a good start on the resolution thing, but need advice on head-phones for my i-pod. When I run they fall out of my ears!
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Temple Square
I just have to say that no matter how many times I've seen Temple Square at Christmastime, it always amazes me. We took our family there this past weekend as we had a night open up at the Kimball and decided to take advantage of it. I had to go to a viewing in Taylorsville first, so by the time we got to the Kimball our kids were already tired and quite cranky. We encouraged them to bundle up so we could walk down by the temple to see the lights, and they were anything but excited. "We've seen them a million times," they whined. "I've seen them a million and one, and it's still worth it," was my reply. We almost gave up and went to bed, but I'm so thankful we took the time to dress warm and walk down there--it always makes my heart swell as I feel the serenity and sacredness of that special, beautiful place and listen to the nativity. They now have what looks like a porcelain figurine of Mary, Joseph and the baby Jesus floating on the reflecting pool, with bubbles full of lights around them. It is magnificent! I just felt awe as we walked around. And despite the cold, the kids must have felt it, too, because they didn't complain once. I know many people have a tradition to drive down and see the lights every year, and I can totally understand why.
We also went to see "Santa vs the Snowman" at the IMAX ( in 3-D) at the Gateway the next day. It was really fun, just in case you're looking for some fun family events in Salt Lake. (And I personally love to stop by Ben's Cookies every time I go to the Gateway, too--they are sinfully delectable!). Anyway, hope everyone is having a wonderful Holiday season. Only 17 more shopping days until Christmas!:)
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