Word of the Year...

I love the idea of having a word of the year instead of a resolution. After much thought and consideration my word of the year is....drum roll please!!!!!



PATIENCE!!!



I read it on a friend's blog...It was a Talk to Me Tuesday post

http://www.tipjunkie.blogspot.com




The reason I chose my word as patience is because honestly I need more of it. With the selling of a store in the middle of economic ugliness, raising the three kids, running the store, being a halfway decent wife, being a laurel advisor...to a great group of girls who teach me more than I teach them.... loving the Savior and striving to be more like Him and less like Dory in Finding Nemo as she speaks whale...it brings a smile to my face jsut thinking of it...Paitience is something I lack. For example when a pair of alligator boots are marked as 75% off and then the customer asks for additional money off my psirit tends to get a little bit rumpled. Then as they are buying it they pull out a roll of hundred dollar bills it makes me want to scream. Yes, patience is indeed needed in my life.

Growing up in Tahoe...

I read this evening about a blogger friend tell us about her ski day. I felt a kinship with her falling and thought I would stand...or rather fall in next to her so she didn't feel alone.

When you grow up in Lake Tahoe and your mother works at a ski area, chances are you will be skiing any free time you have. I can remember every weekend spending hour after hour speeding down the slopes and loving every minute of it. I remember practices with my coach after school and weekends. I remember setting the gates before a race. I remember dressing up as the Easter Bunny on Easter....ha! you thought I would say Christmas! Anyway. i also remember my friends chasing me down the...ahem...bunny hill as I joined all the little kids...of course they were trying to make me fall. I remember heading out on the cross country course to build stamina and end up being run over by my father...yes, the man that can be the body double for Santa...can we say OUCH!!!!! Needless to say I was never thrilled to go cross country again. My biggest memory was during one particular race we had set up the gates and found our course was getting icy as the day lingered on. I took my last run and was weaving in and out of the gate well ahead of the other girls. As I neared the bottom, three gates to go the tip of my ski hooks the evil bamboo gate that quite honestly jumped in front of me as I came through. In front of not only my teammates, competitors, local race fans and every other blooming fool on the slopes, I began tumbling. I don't remember the first impact or even the tumbling, which quite honestly lasted a fairly long time.

I don't remember my impression of a small avalanche. No, what I do remember is my coach bringing me a hot chocolate in the lodge, along with a few doaen ice packs and aspirin while my teammates played the crash over and over on the lodge's VCR. Oh yes, from then on in I rivaled the agony of defeat guy on ABC sports. The replays only lasted two hours. Boys are stupid!!!!

Any thoughts?!

As I was talking to a friend in the hallway on Sunday before Sunday school I turned to find one of the bishop's counselors smiling fiendishly at me. I sighed and asked when he wanted me to speak and what he wanted me to speak on. It is interesting to me in my head I actually held not one, but two conversations. I'll include both what I said and in "( )" you can read my thoughts. I think actually it would have been rather funny if I had just said what I thought. Oh well...

"Sister, we'd like to have you speak in two weeks."

"Sounds great! (GRRRRR!!!) What is my subject?"

"We'd like you to speak on the 8th article of faith."

"No problem! I'll get to work on that!! (Huh! I thought there were only 7!) Which one is that?"

"We believe the Bible to be the word of God as far as it is translated correctly. We also believe the Book of Mormon to be the word of God."

"Got it! (How in the world am I supposed to speak on that!?)"


So, I come to the masses, my blogging friends, and ask you. Do you have any ideas? Quotes, Thoughts?

Help me Obi-Bloggy kenobe! You're my only hope!!!!

Ok! So thought the Star Wars begging would help, alas I have cemented my bid as the Queen of the dorks! Yay me!!!!

There is something confusing....

There is something confusing about having a holiday hit directly in the center of the work week. We normally run from Tuesday through Saturday and then take off Sunday and Monday for our weekend. Two weeks of one day being closed has confused my mind and I find it hard to remember that I have my weekend coming very soon. Our friend, Becky had a little fun a few days ago here at the store.

We were lucky to have some friends from Oregon drive down and celebrate the New Year with us. It was a fun time of playing cards, eating, watching movies, playing more games,

realizing we really stink at any Wii games(and yet how funny we look while playing them!!yes, they were boxing), talking, catching up, riding the quad, climbing the train car, torturing my children (figuratively only) and just plain having fun!!!

Molly was sweet enough to pose for me.

Then I caught a picture of the hubs looking over his kingdom. It was a sad bittersweet moment where he fell into deep thought about selling the house, store and property and how much he would miss it, but a smile overcame the gloominess as he realized we would be where our Heavenly Father wanted us.

Life didn't seem so bad after that. So, if you ever hit that gloomy part of your life where things just seem wrong remember we are where our Heavenly Father wants us and that's all we need to be.