Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Jesus the Christ


Photo courtesy of The Gospel Art Kit, Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

A couple of weeks ago while we were up at the temple and Deseret Bookstore, Mike picked up a couple of poster-sized prints for me. One was of the First Presidency. The other is the famous "Jesus the Christ". I have always loved that picture of the Savior. I went to Michael's and happened to find a frame (with a mat!) on clearance for just $12. So I bought one (and then went back a few days later and bought one more). I framed both prints and put them on my wall. I wanted to say a word about having Christ on my wall. Well, let me back up. In December, Julyn gave me a GRAND Christmas gift. She made two 12"x12" tiles for me. On one, it says:
Christ is the center of our home, a guest at every meal, a silent listener to every conversation.
I LOVE that. A couple of days ago, as I was cleaning up that room, I spied the tile on the mantle and read it again. It really helped me curb the urge to yell at the boys. And it was at that moment that I decided I should procrastinate no more. I had to get my picture of Christ up on the wall. Something magical has happened since I put the picture up. I see Him every time I walk into the room and it is a sweet and sacred reminder to me of many things. It is a reminder of who I am. It is a reminder of my purpose here on this earth. It is a reminder that indeed, He is the center of our home, where He should be. My attitude is different because of one simple picture on the wall. There is a reverence that was not there before. Truthfully, we have never had a picture of Christ on the wall before. I don't really know why that is. We just haven't. Knowing what I know now, I'm sorry that we've spent nearly ten years without one. But I can honestly say that as long as I live, I will never, ever again be without one. It makes an amazing difference in the spirit of my home. I'm also happy to have a picture of the First Presidency on my wall. Seeing that picture there is a constant reminder to me that we have a living prophet on this earth today and that we can look to him and his counselors for guidance and direction. Indeed, they are God's mouthpiece on the earth. What comfort that sentiment brings! It is a beautiful picture of those three men. I can almost see the light shining from them. How blessed we are in this day and age, to be able to walk the earth with the light of the gospel in our lives, to have the priesthood in our home, and to have a living prophet on the earth. Not all eras have had such a treasure. I am blessed beyond measure.

Random blatherings

Stuff... It's been awhile since I wrote a real update to the blog. I thought I'd write up a rundown on life around here.

June 3rd: We celebrated Mike's birthday here at home, just the four of us. See my previous post for more on that!

June 4th: Mike's actual 40th birthday! I actually didn't see him much that day at all. He worked and then went out with his mom after that. Later, his dad took him out to the Claim Jumper for his birthday. He brought home a yummy dessert to share!

June 7th: Party day! We had Mike's big birthday party here at the house. There were 19 of us altogether and we had a blast! We barbecued and ate and socialized and had a great time. Later on, all the kids watched a movie in the play room while the adults played Smarty Pants on the Wii. How much fun was that?! It was SO nice to be able to get together with a big group of people, have a great time, and not have ANY drama! I was just saying to Mary recently that it seems like everyone has grown up... for the first time in a long time (this past year actually) we can all get together and have a good time without it ending in drama or tears. It's really nice. Anyway... I bought a picture frame with a wide mat and had everyone at the party sign the mat. Then I glued some "40" confetti to it and it came out great! Mike posed for a really cool "old fogey" picture and it'll look great in the frame!

Oh I failed to mention... prior to the party, in the very early afternoon, we took the kids to see Kung Fu Panda... super cute, hilarious movie! Two thumbs up from me! And as a total side note...

This really is a SIDE NOTE... but it was an observation I made while watching Kung Fu Panda... there is a turtle in the show... he's the... um... what's the word... leader/king/ruler/emperor... not sure which. Anyway... he is SO FUNNY TO LOOK AT... every time I saw him, I thought of my TUTU! When we were little, I remember her walking around the house in the mornings, before she put her dentures in. Her bottom lip would cave in and she'd talk funny... and this turtle in the show reminded me of that!

June 8th: Mike went and did some home teaching in the afternoon with his companion. Then we spent the rest of the afternoon and evening together as a family. We exchanged a couple of shirts Mike got for his birthday and he ended up getting some really cool shirts. Then we walked around the mall and grabbed a bite to eat... and then shared a Cinnabon for a little treat. YUM!

June 9th: Mary and Jay came over with the kids. We barbecued burgers again. Jay made some very intense bleu cheese burgers with toasted onions and Heinz 57 sauce... I have to say... Ooo La La!!! They were GOOD. Then we played a few rounds of Sequence. Jay left for awhile to take do some night photography in Seattle while we stayed behind and continued playing until Mary and I put everyone to bed. It was fun! I'm so glad they live close again!

Looking to the future...

Tomorrow is Evan's birthday! My baby will be 5. How did that happen? Where did the time go? I STILL don't know what we are doing. I think we are looking at having a party on the 21st. We got him a bike for his birthday and I know he'll love it. We'll have cake and ice cream here tomorrow night with "just us".

I have to work all weekend. I swear my work weekends keep coming faster and faster! Seriously though, I am BEYOND grateful to have every other weekend off now. It's been so much fun getting to be involved in family togetherness without having to plan in advance, take vacation, or just plain get left out.

June 21: Tentatively, we are planning a party for Evan's birthday.

July 3rd: Tentatively planning on camping. But now I think I might have to drive out Saturday afternoon and miss out on Thursday and Friday... or else go on Thursday and drive home Friday and go back Saturday. We'll see. I have the feeling that that Friday (the 4th) I'll have to work. If it was any other day during that weekend, I'd call in sick. But I just can't call in on the actual 4th since it's a holiday. SIGH... I have an email in to my work scheduler to see if she can confirm what I'm working.

Our plan is to go back out to the peninsula... Forks, La Push, Mora. We went two years ago. The beauty is absolutely breathtaking!!!

July 19: Not sure if I can make it work or not... this is totally a "maybe"... but some good friends of mine are getting remarried in Hawaii and have invited me to come. I originally told them "no", knowing there was no way I could travel again after just having returned from Utah. But now my mom thinks that maybe she has enough airline miles that she could give me to come for the wedding. It would only be two nights... I'd fly out Friday and fly home Sunday night. The wedding is on Saturday. I have no idea if I'll do it or if it's even feasible. But we'll see.

Other things...

Gardening and weather... where is spring? Where is spring? Where is spring? Aren't we supposed to get SOME sun in the spring? Aren't the temps supposed to be in the 60s as opposed to the 40s and 50s? It's frustrating. My garden is not faring so well right now. The plants are still alive and still green, but they are not growing. From what I've read, this is a common occurence when the temperatures sit in the 40s and 50s (and I'm sure when there is NO SUN). I've had my garden in the ground for roughly a month and there has been NO GROWTH. Like I said, it's all alive and green... nothing dead or gone... but just stunted. Where, oh where, is the sunshine? Supposedly, summer is officially here in a couple of weeks. I sure hope the sunshine and warm weather comes with it.

Well, I guess that about sums up things for right now. I'm still chin-deep into my Twilight obsession. I'm more than halfway through Twilight for the second time. It's more fun to read it again the second time. I am finding lots of interesting things that I either missed before or that simply hold new meaning now that I know what the future of the story holds. I'm not in a hurry to "find out what happens", so I'm enjoying the literary details a LOT more. I seriously think this book will wind up being classified as a "classic". I sure hope so anyway. The fourth book, Breaking Dawn is coming out August 2nd. Today, the author revealed that her book signing tour will be very short for this book... only four cities. But they will be HUGE events... she'll be doing something with a band and it'll be sort of like a concert with other festivities. Tickets will be $20. For the first time in my life, I want to attend a book signing! The good news... one of the four cities chosen for the tour is Seattle! There will be a huge event at Benaroya Hall. Tickets go on sale June 21st and I just may need to try and get one. We'll see how that goes.

Friday, June 6, 2008

Obsession

So I've had a new obsession lately. It's an obsession that came on quite suddenly and without much warning. I've been inexplicably captivated by Stephenie Meyer's first three novels: Twilight, New Moon, and Eclipse.




As the story goes, I first heard about
Twilight long ago... maybe two years ago? I heard all the hype and quickly dismissed the idea of ever reading the book. After all, what on earth was I (of all people) going to get out of a vampire story? I've never been into horror. I've never been into vampires or werewolves or other such monsters. Besides that, I haven't read any fiction in the past six years (with the exception of one book this year... or was it last?... entitled Midwives by Chris Bohaljian). I've always been too busy reading nonfiction to be bothered wasting my time on fiction (i.e., fake stories). I don't know where that came from really. I used to love fiction. I remember "way back when" reading many books by Robin Cook. They were medical mysteries and as such intrigued me. I did read one book by Stephen King. It was one of my all time favorites, actually. The Stand. I never would have read it were it not for the convincing of a coworker of mine, who swore I'd judged Mr. King harshly and had no idea that he could produce anything but graphic horror. Hmmm... that reminds me... I also read King's The Green Mile series. In fact, I read it when it was originally published in small books that were released, one a month, until the whole book had been released. It was torture all right... not physical torture... but emotional torture. The books were small enough to read in a day... and waiting for the next to come out each month nearly drove me crazy. But it was worth it. Oh... and although I haven't read The Shawshank Redemption, Mike really did get me to see that the movie is an absolute classic. Okay, okay... I apologize, Mr. King!

Back to the story at hand... so I had no intention of ever giving in to the
Twilight hoopla out there in the big, bad world. But a couple of months ago, I felt something tugging at me. I had become too curious about what these books were all about. Why all the hoopla? Why all the magic? Why the massive fan base? What could be so good about one little story? Right before we left for Utah at the beginning of May, I began looking for it... but not very hard. In fact, I found a soft cover edition in a SeaTac airport bookstore and almost picked it up. The only thing that stopped me was simply not wanting to add anything more to my carry on luggage. Good thing, really. It would have killed my vacation in so many ways. Indeed, better that I never purchased it then. I also found it while traipsing around Utah, but again, I decided I could wait until I got home rather than carry one more thing around. As it was, we had to buy a new bag to bring home our treasures in.

Once I got home, I set aside the idea once more. But I kept coming back to it. One of the curious things about the book is that I had heard the author was LDS. That piqued my curiosity because anybody who publicly outs themselves as "Mormon" usually sticks to some sort of standard. Then, in the next week, all I seemed to see and hear was "Twilight this and twilight that". I could take it no longer. On a trip up to the Deseret bookstore in Bellevue a couple of weeks ago, I found it once again. I had it in my hand, along with a couple of other novels that looked good. I finally put the other novels back and held Twilight in my hands, resigned that that was the day I'd cave. The cute little blonde store clerk looked at me and coyly said, "
You'll be hoooooked." She had no idea... oy!

So I started reading... and reading... and reading... I could hardly put the darned book down. It was a simple book with a captivating story. I was caught... hook, line, and sinker. I had finished one half of the book when I went to work last Saturday night (exactly one week ago). I was sorely disappointed when I got to work that night to learn that I'd be *stuck* in the nursery for a full 12-hour shift. Just me and one baby in a big, empty nursery for 12 hours. SIGH. Thankfully, I had
Twilight to keep me company in the hours the baby slept. I easily finished the second half of the novel by the end of my shift.

When I got home, I felt an intense and desperate need to read the sequel. I was nearly dying inside to see how Bella and Edward's story played out. I was desperate enough to be reduced to a groveling beggar. I handed Mike a Borders 30% off coupon, along with the author's name and the name of the sequel,
New Moon. I begged, saying, "I need you to go on an adventure for me today. I finished Twilight this morning and I absolutely must have New Moon. I have to have it. If I had it now, I'd start reading. Besides, if I'm going to be stuck in the nursery for another 12 hours tonight, I'll need a good novel to keep me company." To my delight, he agreed, and I went to bed.

When I woke up, my book was waiting for me. My eyes were still somewhat blurry from sleep but it didn't stop me from delving in. To my shock and surprise, he had also purchased for me
Eclipse (the third book) as well as a completely unrelated novel by the same author, The Host. I was ecstatic. I began reading the second book that afternoon (Sunday) and had it finished by Monday night. The next day I picked up the third book and finished it yesterday. Now I'm left tormented. The story is completely HANGING and I have no closure. I'll have to wait until August 2nd to get my hands on the fourth book, Breaking Dawn. I am dying for its release. I have to know how the story continues (I won't say "ends" because I can't bear that it could possibly be over in just one more book).

In short, this is a love story about a human and a vampire. It sounds so cheesy. I saw an interview with Stephenie Meyer and even she says she hates it when someone asks, "What is your book about?" She said, "How do you sum up
Twilight in 10 sentences or less without it sounding like a bad episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer?" And she's right. It's impossible. Yes, it's a love story about a vampire and a human... but it is SO much more than that. I think there are so many facets to the appeal. The life lessons... the struggles... the triumphs... all these classical pulls in a very new novel. It's amazing! I have the feeling this series will be around for a very, very long time!

There is a movie coming out December 12. So I told Mike I already know how I want to spend my birthday... dinner and a movie! I've watched the movie trailer at least a couple dozen times. If you haven't read the book, it probably won't hold near the excitement as it does for someone who has. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Kristen Stewart as Bella. I am not quite so sure about Robert Pattinson as Edward, but each time I see the trailer, he grows on me. Besides, Stephenie Meyer herself said that Robert Pattinson must've been inside her brain because he is the perfect Edward and has brought her character to life in a way she'd only hoped. The rest of the cast is PERFECT!



The other thing I really, REALLY liked about the series was how clean it was!! It was such a breath of fresh air. In fact, now that I think about it, I think one of the reasons that I have shied away from fiction in the past several years is that I was getting so tired of having to overlook expletive language and graphic sexual descriptions. This series is completely devoid of that! I loved that I could trust the author enough to just read without worrying about what I'd stumble on in the course of the story.

Okay... that's enough about my obsession for today. I'm sure I'll post more about it as I think about it. I'm going to reread the series once more before the fourth book comes out in August. I feel 15 again!

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Happy Birthday!!

This year is a very special milestone for Mike... it's the big 4-0!! I've been teasing him about this upcoming birthday for a couple of years now. And it's finally come! The boys were super excited about daddy's birthday. They picked out some new "smellumgood" for him... uh, that's cologne for all of you who don't understand kid speak. They helped me wrap presents and bake a cake. We actually surprised him by celebrating the night before. He opened the first couple of minor gifts... a little Honda Element remote control car, some work gloves, etc. Then we brought out the bigger gifts... Element accessories! He begged for the darn Element for forever... and then he got it and has been begging for accessories. Never satisfied, I tell 'ya. :-) All that aside, he was excited to get some cool accessories and now he's even more set to take his little tent-on-wheels to go camping! This weekend we are having a little family party at our house to celebrate further!

Happy Birthday Mike... I love you more than I could ever express in words...


Monday, May 26, 2008

Memorial Day

We were supposed to go to Mary and Jay's and stay over there last night. We were really, really torn about it. We wanted to go so badly, but we had started to clean out our garage and we ended up on a roll with it and just wanted to continue purging. So we stayed home last night and purged... and purged. It felt really good. Mike got some shelving to put up in the garage so that we can get more organized. We still have some work to do... namely a run to the dump and a few runs to the D.I., but I think we are well on our way.

We got up early this morning (way too early) and headed out to Port Orchard for Memorial Day. I was excited to FINALLY see Mary and Jay's place. We unloaded some things there and then headed over to Manchester State Park to spend the day with family. We had a GREAT time today! We are so glad we went out there. It's a beautiful park... green everywhere and of course lots of water. We didn't anticipate how chilly it was going to be in the morning. When we got there, the kids didn't want to wear their hoodies, so Wonder Boy decided to use Ethan's... and this was the result:


The area still has a torpedo house on the property which was built in 1901. I found out from reading on the state park website that the torpedo house later was used as an officer's club, a barracks and a mess hall. They don't build 'em like they used to... nothing like good old brick and mortar to withstand the test of time. It was amazing to stand inside the mammoth structure. It had a fireplace in there and the original rail tracks are still in place. As the tracks exit the structure, they fade into the asphalt that covers the ground today. I stood there, imagining what it must have been like a hundred years ago when the place was busy and bustling with rail cars coming in and out. Only an empty shell stands today, but it is fun to imagine.


Here are some other random pictures:


Sierra found a caterpillar that was really cute. That girl is truly "one" with nature! The kids decided to host the caterpillar for awhile. They built a habitat for it and took care of it... all the way up until a mean old crow decided to swoop down and devour it for lunch! HMPH!


We also had fun down on the water. Even though it was cool, overcast, and at times drizzly, everyone had a great time!


Remember I said that Sierra is one with nature... well she found a large and really cool crab once the tide started receding. Oh, did I mention that it was ALIVE? She's so brave... she picked it up and carried it all the way back up to the picnic area. I would have been terrified that the thing would have clawed me!


Me, Mary, Beka and Cynthia enjoyed an awesome game of badminton. It was a ton of fun!


Eventually, we packed it all up. Some people left. I stayed behind with Mike, Ethan, Evan, Mary, Samantha, Sierra, Savana, and Loral. We all went on a hike around the area. We saw some amazing beauty as well as a historical gun battery from the turn of the century. And as we were hiking along, we could hear the seals out on the water, barking away. We had a great time exploring!


When we were all done, we headed back to Mary and Jay's house to hang out and play games. While there, Jay let me try out a 400mm lens he has. What fun! I only took a few pictures but this was my favorite:


We had such a great time today. It was so nice to be able to spend the day having fun with the family. We are so glad that we went out there and enjoyed the beauty of the day and the company!

Seedlings!


So in a previous entry about gardening, I had mentioned that I am scared of planting from seeds. I always use starts for my garden. (Well, not totally true... one year I did have good luck with peas and beans, but I didn't thin them out enough and there was some definite overcrowding.)

Anyway... behind all our veggies, we planted a row of sunflowers. I couldn't find any starts so I just picked up a packet of seeds and thought we'd hope for the best. I figured it was a couple of bucks... if they didn't sprout, I wouldn't be too disappointed. Well... imagine my surprise when I looked out the bathroom window and saw the sunflower seedlings, popped through the soil!! I can't even begin to describe how excited I was! We succeeded! YAY! I think that even if they were to die at this point, I'd still be happy, just knowing I got them to sprout successfully. Supposedly, these are the variety that can grow to 10 feet tall and 2 feet across! I believe I planted them on or about the 13th, so the growth seen above took less than 2 weeks. I'm so happy!

Mike also added to the garden this week... he put in a strawberry plant, raspberry bush, and he put my basil plant in the ground. I'm excited for some yummy things in a few months. Here is how the garden is looking as of yesterday:


Friday, May 23, 2008

Tender Heart

My sweet Ethan... he has such a tender heart. He has so much love to give that he can hardly contain himself sometimes. He is always thinking of others and always wants to help out others any way he can. Today we shared a tender moment that left my heart a bit raw...

In yesterday's post, I mentioned a little girl moving out down the street. I said her name was Juliana. But I guess it's really Brianne. I don't know... one of the names is real, the other is obviously not. Apparently, from what Mike has determined (from our other neighbors), they have a tough life and their home is not the happiest. That makes me sad. I can't imagine my children living in an environment where they didn't have happiness or where they didn't feel safe and loved at all times. The thought makes me sick inside. Nevertheless, that is her life. Well, Ethan befriended her.

This is a big deal for Ethan. He has some social tendencies which make it difficult for him to sometimes interact with others. He doesn't always understand social "rules" and so others sometimes find him awkward or different. But he really liked this little girl and I think she liked our boys as well. Why on earth would he have to befriend the one person who is moving OUT of the neighborhood? Anyway... over the past couple of days, she has been outside a lot as her father has been moving everything out of the house. They have played tag, shot super soakers at each other, and just played. When she gave him a bit of attention, he latched on and she became "my best friend". He wanted to share everything with her and do things for her. It was sweet.

Well, today was moving day. I could pinpoint the exact moment when she left... for it was the same moment that he came into the house and I could hear him crying. I said, "What's wrong Ethan?" and he answered, "She's gone. She's just gone and I miss her. She was my best friend." And honestly, it took everything in me not to burst into tears for him. While I know and understand that this was a fleeting friendship (which lasted exactly two days!), I realized that to him, it was very real and very deep and he sincerely misses her. I understand that these are the types of experiences that mold who we are as human beings. But it hurts this mama's heart to see her baby hurting inside.

I hugged him for a long time while he sobbed and told him how much I loved him. I explained that that happens sometimes... friends move away... but we get to make new friends. He shook his head and said, "I'll get over this. I just want to go and put flowers on her driveway." SIGH... how sweet is that? He is SO sweet and so tender.

Thankfully, when you're six years old, chocolate chip cookies can fix a world of problems so we went into the kitchen and baked up a batch. They are really yummy! (I wish chocolate chip cookies could fix adult problems! But they do make a difference, if I do say so myself.) The boys had fun mixing dough and shaping the dough into balls... and of course devouring them, warm from the oven.

He got over himself pretty quickly and even added some humor to my afternoon. As we were placing dough balls onto cookie sheets, I kept rearranging the ones he'd put down so that we'd have neat, even rows. He finally looked at me, sighed, and said, "Mom, you're just not getting my artistic instincts!" :-) I love my sweet boy!

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Today's random thoughts

I've tried to be a little more productive today. I have been working on the laundry (the pile doesn't seem to be diminishing in size, regardless of how many loads I continue to wash!) I also decided to take the empty diced ham cans I'd been saving and start making some buddy burners with them. I remember making these a hundred years ago when I was in the youth program. Even at that time, I was intrigued by them and have never forgotten their efficacy. Since we own stock in Kirkland Wipes, I usually have a box around. Sure enough, I had one flattened and ready to go into the recycle bin. I quickly rescued it and began taking it apart.

I peeled off the outer paper (with the pictures and information on it) and got down to the corrugated part. Then I cut the strips to fit inside the can. Half the box was enough to fill two cans. Not bad. All I need to do now is melt some paraffin or old candles and fill it with wax. And then voila... buddy burners, all ready to go! The information I've looked at suggests that a burner made with a tuna can will burn an average of 2 hours. My cans are about twice the depth so I'm thinking I should get roughly double the burn time. Of course it'll also take more paraffin.

Rebekah stopped by today to drop off some clothes that got mixed up with her things when everyone went camping last weekend. She asked what I was doing so I explained it to her and told her I needed to get some paraffin. So we all went up to Wal-Mart together and searched high and low. Of the FOUR Wal-Mart employees we asked, two had never heard of paraffin wax. The other two had no clue where it was and lead us in two different (and very wrong) directions. Thankfully, we are resourceful and found it ourselves. It's only sold in 1-lb blocks. I just bought one. I'm not sure how much wax it will take to fill the cans. I'm thinking maybe half a pound. Either way, at less than $3 for a block, it's still a very cheap source of heat considering I already had the cans and the cardboard.

I think my next project will be to make some fire starters, using the corrugated cardboard, some cotton yarn, and the wax. They are good to keep around in emergencies. Oh, I also bought another 1500 kitchen matches today ($3 total) and will use the paraffin I got today to waterproof them. Then Mike gave me a great idea of using the Food Saver to seal them all up.

Anyway, after shopping, the five of us grabbed a bite to eat and then headed home. It was nice to get away for a bit.

The neighbors down the street are moving out. I have never gotten to know them. But today, the boys are outside playing with their little girl. After what Ethan shared with me today, I'm not upset that he didn't get to know her sooner. I asked him about her. He said, "Her name is Juliana Marie. She's 7 but she's turning 8 tomorrow. And she broke up with her boyfriend yesterday." HUH???? Her what?? BOYFRIEND??? What in the world is a 7-year-old doing with a boyfriend? UGH. I remember when I was 7... and to me boys were still icky and disgusting. I don't think I ever thought a boy was even cute until I was about 10 or 11. I'm still shaking my head... seven years old? Really?

Anyway... back to the grindstone. I'm off to cut up more cardboard and hopefully whittle away further at my ever growing mountain of laundry.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

The Book of Gomer

I LOVE this fictitious parable! I've read it several times. It certainly falls in line with all the thoughts about preparedness I've had going on lately!


The Book of Gomer
A Parable

Author Unknown


These are the generations of Gomer, son of Homer, son of Omer. And in the days of Gomer, Noah, the Prophet, went unto the people saying, "Prepare ye for the flood which is to come, yea, build yourselves a boat, that ye may not perish."

Now, Gomer was a member of the Church, and taught Sunday School and played ball, yea, even on the ward softball team. And Gomer's wife said unto him, "Come, let us build unto ourselves a boat as the Prophet Noah hath commanded, that we may not perish in the flood." But behold, Gomer saith unto his wife, "Worry not, dear wife, for if the flood comes the government will provide boats for us."

And Gomer did not build a boat. And Gomer's wife went unto Noah and she returned saying, "Behold, Honey, the Prophet saith unto us, "Build a boat, that we may preserve ourselves, for the government pays men not to grow trees, wherefore the government hath not the lumber to build for you a boat."

And Gomer answered saying, "Fear not, oh wife, for am I not the star pitcher on the ward softball team? Wherefore, the Church will provide for us a boat, that we will perish not."

And Gomer's wife went again unto Noah, and she returned unto Gomer, saying, "Behold, mine husband, the Prophet saith that the Church hath not enough lumber to build a boat for everyone, wherefore, mine husband, build for us a boat that we might not perish in the flood." And Gomer answered her saying, "Behold, if we build a boat, when the flood cometh, will not our neighbors overpower us and take from us our boat; wherefore, what doth it profit a man to build a boat?"

And Gomer's wife went again unto Noah and she returned, saying, "Behold, the Prophet saith, build unto yourselves a boat, and have faith, for if ye do the Lord's bidding, He will preserve your boat for you." But Gomer answered his wife, saying, "Behold, with this inflation, the price of wood has gone sky high, and if we wait awhile, perhaps the price will go down again. And then I will build for us a boat."

And Gomer's wife went again unto Noah, and she returned saying, "Thus saith the Prophet, build for yourselves a boat RIGHT NOW, for the price of wood will not go down, but will continue to go up. Wherefore, oh husband, build for us a boat, that we may perish not."

But Gomer answered his wife, saying, "Behold, for 120 years Noah hath told us to build a boat, to preserve us from the flood, but hath the flood come? Yea, I say, nay. Wherefore, perhaps the flood will not come for another hundred and twenty years.”

And Gomer's wife went again unto Noah and returned saying, "The Prophet saith, he knows it has been 120 years, but nevertheless, the flood will come, wherefore, build unto yourselves a boat."

And Gomer answered her saying, "Wherewith shall we get the money to build ourselves a boat, for are we not now making monthly payments on our snazzy new four horsepower chariot? Wherefore, when our payments end, perhaps we shall build ourselves a boat."

And Gomer's wife went again unto Noah and returned saying, "Behold, the Prophet saith that we should cut down on our recreation, and our vacations, and even give each other lumber for Christmas, that we might thereby get enough lumber to build a boat."

But Gomer saith unto her, "What a drag! Are we to cease enjoying life, just because we must build a boat?"

Wherefore, Gomer built not a boat. But behold, one day Gomer heard thunder in the sky, and he feared exceedingly and he ran, yea, even to the lumberyard to buy lumber. But behold, the lumber store was crowded with great multitudes, all seeking to buy lumber, and there was not enough lumber to be found for the multitudes.

And on the same day were all the fountains of the deep opened, and the windows of heaven were broken up, and the floods came - and behold, Gomer had no boat. And as the water rose above Gomer's waist, his wife saith unto him,

"Behold, Honey, I told thee so!"

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Preparedness - Part II

I will probably be writing lots about preparedness in the coming days because it’s a subject that is weighing quite heavily on my mind. I’ve had several recurring thoughts and felt the need to get them down on “paper” (or computer screen, as the case may be!)


As with other important things in life, I sometimes over analyze things and play them out to all sorts of varying scenarios. One of the things that has always plagued me is wondering what I would do if we all needed to rely on food storage and I was asked to share by neighbors or others. My first thoughts are always, “No! I worked hard to prepare my food storage and I have my own children to think about.” But then I feel sort of selfish and wonder if that’s really the Christlike thing to do. At the same time, I KNOW that most people do not store food. And most people know that LDS people are commanded to do it. So many people think we are freaks for “food hoarding”. But I wonder how freaky they’ll think we are when times are hard and their own children are starving. In recent times, even larger organizations such as FEMA and the Red Cross are advising the storage of non-perishable foods for survival. Although their suggestions are for “several days to a week”. I think that’s very foolish thinking. I think back to Hurricane Katrina in Louisiana. Even though we are a country of plenty and have federal organizations set up to deal with such disasters, many people died waiting for them show up because of the length of time it took them to arrive. And that was ONE SMALL AREA. If a disaster occurred on a wider scale, I shudder to think of how long one would have to wait for outside supplies to arrive.


That said… How do I balance the need to protect my own children with the desire to help others? Obviously, we’ve all been commanded to prepare. We’ve been told until the church leaders are blue in the face. In fact, I don’t know if anyone else seems to notice… but it seems to me that recently, the leaders have actually backed off on telling the church membership to prepare. We’ve been told for so long and for so many years. Is the Lord simply done talking about it? We’ve all had ample opportunity.


I recently read an article that helped allay my fears about making the above decision. I was reminded of two very important stories from the scriptures. The first occurred when Noah boarded the ark. The rains poured down for forty days and forty nights. I assume that it didn’t flood right away. I’m willing to bet it was a slow process. The rain fell and fell and the waters gathered and gathered. Surely people sought higher ground and protection. Surely people sought refuge aboard the ark. But did the Lord require Noah to share his space on the ark? Did Noah open the doors of the ark and take pity on the people he knew would surely die? The answer to both questions is no.


Another story that I was reminded of is the story of the ten virgins. In fact, this story more specifically relates to my concern about food storage. All ten virgins were well aware of what was coming. Yet only five prepared by bringing oil with them. When it was time to trim their lamps and meet the bridegroom, the five unprepared virgins begged the other five to share their oil. Did the five share? Did the bridegroom say, “Go ahead, share your oil so that everyone can come in”? No. In fact, the five with oil were very specific in stating that they would not share because then there wouldn’t be enough for everyone and that the other five would need to go and buy their own. They had been warned. They knew the time was coming and yet they chose not to prepare, much to their own detriment. No one felt sorry for them at the appointed hour. No one took pity on them and shared with them. They were turned away, plain and simple.


Isn’t preparedness much the same principle? We’ve been warned and warned and warned and warned. Somehow, we find ways of buying the things we want in life, but we never seem to get around to getting our food storage in order.


As people, we are the ten virgins. The bridegroom (the Lord) has warned us to trim our lamps and secure our oil (food storage and emergency supplies). Soon (I feel VERY soon), we will be called (we will face uncertainty that will require us to have prepared) and only some of us will be ready. The rest of us will be turned away. I have only the supplies necessary to take care of my own family. I don’t have the goods to keep others alive. By the same token, I can’t expect anyone else to provide for my family. That is my responsibility. And I must expect that if I beg others for something I had ample time to secure, I too will be turned away. What a cold day that will be when I must tell my hungry children that I have nothing to feed them because I failed to heed the Lord’s counsel.


On a more positive note, the First Presidency has said that almost anyone can get a year’s supply together with careful planning. It takes sacrifice, but isn’t it worth it? I find that as I prayerfully seek the Lord’s guidance in this matter, little ways are opened up. My mind is made clearer and I’m able to break things down and not feel so overwhelmed by it all.


Here are some ways that I am trying to prepare:


  • I’ve found a couple of online calculators which allow me to plug in some numbers (number of people in my family and how many months of storage I want). These calculators will then tell me approximately how much food I need to build a year’s supply. I then took that list and divided it up into 3-month increments. When I’m thinking about collecting a year’s supply, it’s much less overwhelming to look at it in smaller increments.
  • I’ve printed out these lists and plan on keeping one in each car so that I always have a handy list of essentials.
  • It is my intention to buy one or more items each time I go to the grocery store.
  • We’ve gotten pretty good at purchasing water each time we go to Costco.
  • Last year, I felt compelled to begin collecting more lighting needs. I was able to collect many candles. Also of note, matches are very, very inexpensive and whenever I think about it, I pick up a 250-count box of Blue Diamond Large Kitchen Matches.
  • Speaking of matches, my next goal is to pick up some paraffin wax or shellac and waterproof all the matches. I have looked online. It’s very easy to do and a wise use of time. Nothing like storing matches only to find that they won’t light after they’ve gotten wet or moist!
  • PETE bottles. I have tried to save PETE bottles in the past but have gotten pretty lazy about it. I need to do that again. They are wonderful for storing dried foods or even water. Plus, they are shatterproof and waterproof. Why throw them in the recycle when you can just use them again in your own home?


On another positive note, there are some recent studies out of (I think) the University of Utah which show that many, many more foods than previously thought have a shelf life of >25 years! Also, I recently viewed a video online about a man who opened up several buckets of food he had stored from the 80s and 90s… all of it was good because he had stored it properly.


If ye are prepared, ye shall not fear.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Harrowing Work Weekend

Lately our birth center has attracted some disastrous circumstances. I'm not sure what it is. Did someone put a sign up outside the hospital that said, "Stop here if you are having an urgent and/or dangerous birth experience!"? It befuddles me... but I'm sure glad that it's OVER with. I worked Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights... all 12-hour shifts... and I was the nursery nurse on all three nights. This means that it is my job to attend all newborn deliveries and oversee the care of any sick infants.

Friday: The night started off okay. I surveyed the labor board and didn't really like what I saw. One woman was 42w4d gestation. That's a red flag. It means the placenta is on the older side and often begins to show signs of breakdown, which can result in a baby that doesn't fare so well. I never like to see a pregnancy that's gone longer than 42 weeks. In this patient's case, I was told that the OB's office actually sent the police out to her home because she'd missed the last few prenatal visits and wasn't answering phone calls. They were concerned something had happened to her. She was fine and they convinced her to come in to the hospital for an induction. Red flag #2. Induction agents are harsh. Combine them with an old placenta and it can spell disaster.

There was another woman who was 40+ weeks. She was progressing VERY slowly. Her fetal strip looked suspicious to all of us. Her baby's activity on the strip was pretty flat... a sign that the baby isn't tolerating the labor well. And there was a third woman, also in labor and doing just fine.

As the nursery nurse, this is daunting because I'm responsible for these babies the moment they emerge from the womb. When they don't tolerate labor, they often don't tolerate birth. The night clipped along and at one point, I thought I might escape the births. They seemed to be progressing slowly enough that I thought we might just be able to hold them off until the day shift arrived. Hahahaha... that'll teach me to think.

By 3:30am, the doc of the second patient decided we'd waited long enough and ordered a c-section. The woman was prepped and walked into the O.R. She was sitting on the table and the anesthesiologist was getting ready to put in the spinal. In the meantime, we all stood out in the station watching patient #1's fetal strip. All of a sudden, it looked REALLY bad and we all decided we didn't want to wait an hour to do something about it. So the poor patient who was in the operating room and ready to go was told she'd have to wait. She walked back to her room and patient #1 was brought in and an emergent c-section was done. It was emergent enough that they gave her a general for the birth. Thankfully, they handed me a vigorous baby who began crying when I stimulated him. Yay! That baby was born at 4:25am... woman #3 delivered at 5:25am, and woman #2 finally got her c-section at 6:15am! Talk about crazy.

I went home exhausted and collapsed into bed. The guys were all camping. The weather forecast was for hot weather and I didn't doubt it. When I walked out of the hospital at 7:30am, it was already 70 degrees. I closed myself up in my room with the portable a/c and drifted off to sleep. Unfortunately, I still woke up with a headache, though not as bad as it would have been without the a/c. One of the unique challenges about working the night shift is learning how to sleep during hot days. Darkness and quiet requires closing windows and blocking out light. But that also means sweltering heat. The a/c was heaven-sent.

I woke up Saturday afternoon, resolved that that night would be better than the night before. Hahahaha... I had no idea how wrong I was. Once again, the night started off okay. We had a couple of people in labor and they were doing okay. Around 2am, a woman came in complaining of cramping. This was her 5th pregnancy, she was 29 weeks gestation, and carrying twins. We often get women in premature labor. We can typically give them medications to stop the labor and then we can either keep them for observation or send them home on bedrest. This woman was concerned because with her other babies, her labors were only a couple of hours long.

She was checked by the nurse and found to be 2cm dilated. That isn't good when you are only 29 weeks. You should be closed up tight. So she was immediately given medications, an IV fluid bolus, and started on a magnesium drip. We also made immediate arrangements for her to transferred to another hospital... one with level III NICU capability. The transport team had been called and they were en route. A few minutes later, the nurse pokes her head out the door and yells to the OB, "PLEASE come and check her again. She says she feels pushy pressure." Despite all the medications, she had dilated another 2cm and was now 4 cm. At that point, the doc had no choice but to call off the transport. She would not be stable enough to move. It was at that point that I had to get ready for a twin delivery... nearly 3 months early. I knew I'd be dealing with VERY tiny babies who would need a LOT of support at birth.

I phoned the neonatal nurse practitioner (NNP) and said, "Sorry to wake you up. I need stat assistance for a 29-week twin delivery." The NNP on call was very nice, asked me to set up all necessary equipment and that she was on her way. She arrived a half hour later and we continued to set up. We set up two warmers in the nursery and two warmers in the operating room. We had ambu bags with preemie masks on them, intubation equipment, and line kits ready. The patient was taken to the O.R. for the delivery. We usually deliver twins in the O.R. because often the first baby will come out head first, but the second baby is breech. If that is the case, they often have to do a c-section to get the second baby out. In the middle of getting all this ready, another woman walked in, pregnant with her 3 baby and contracting every 5 minutes! The poor mother was in terrible pain and finally, out came baby #1... a little girl who came out crying. Crying is a very good sign. She was all of 860 grams... 1lb 14oz. She was darling. She tried so hard, bless her heart. But at 4 minutes of age, we opted to intubate her because she was just working too hard to breathe.

We waited and waited and waited for baby #2. She was breech. The OB asked the NNP if she thought it would be okay to deliver breech. I thought it was cool that he'd ask her first. Between the two of them, they decided a c-section was best in order to ensure the best possible outcome for the second baby. The mother was put under general anesthesia and they delivered baby #2 quickly. She was 1160 grams... 2lb 90z. She was floppy and not making any efforts whatsoever to breathe or move, so she was intubated right away. Once we had both girls in the nursery, the place was BUZZING with people. The transport team had arrived for the babies (each baby had at their service a transport RN, EMT, and RT... so six total). They took over care and I helped out where needed and acted as gopher. I got to assist with umbilical line placement and other things. It was an amazing learning experience.

The parents of these babies were so sweet and amazingly grateful for all the help and care. They spoke very little English, but enough to constantly tell us over and over through it all, "Thank you so much for your help." They were scared and they were warned that their little girls might not live or might have complications. We got the girls safely transferred to Tacoma General hospital. I called last night to get an update on them was thrilled to hear that hey had both been extubated and were now on CPAP! YAY!

I left work about 2 hours late yesterday morning. The girls left at 6:30am and then I had the daunting task of charting on both of them as well as doing the hospital charges. It took awhile. Once again, I came home and collapsed, exhausted both physically and mentally. When I woke up, Mike and the boys were gone. They came and saw me at the beginning of my work shift. I was so happy to see them and it really made my night!

I was stuck in the nursery ALL night last night. I had a sick baby. Unfortunately, his mother uses illegal drugs. He was born at home after a quick labor and wasn't looking so good. I had him on a warmer with IV fluids going, a monitor on, a saturation probe on, and a radiant warmer probe on. He was snowed from all the drugs the mother took. It really broke my heart. I watched him SLOWLY wean off the drug overdose over my 12 hour shift. He was finally looking better by the time my shift was over. My replacement was a bit late and no sooner did she come in, she was called away to a delivery. So I had to stay with the baby in the nursery. She came back quickly and said she'd found someone else to attend the delivery. And as I am getting ready to walk out, they called a code on that mother! UGH! Thankfully, things were okay and I was able to leave finally.

I just wanted to add in here... how much I felt the Holy Ghost with me over the weekend. Whenever I attend ANY delivery, regardless of the circumstances, i always say a prayer and ask for assistance from the Holy Spirit... and I have never been denied that. It was a special gift I am so grateful to have. The events of the weekend could have been FAR worse. We could have had very bad outcomes for some of these babies. But they were all just fine! I am so thankful!

What a WEEKEND! I'm TIRED! More importantly, I'm happy to have the next four nights off and happy to be able to have a three-day weekend coming up for Memorial Day!

First Campout

This past weekend was by far the nicest that Washington has seen this year. Unfortunately, it also coincided with a 3-night stretch of 12-hour shifts at work for me! The family went on an overnight camping trip out to Millersylvania. It was the first camp out of the year. I admit it, I'm a tad jealous. Oh well, that's the way life rolls. I'm hoping to be able to go camping at some point this summer. The good news is that I FINALLY have every other weekend off (first time in over 6 years!) Anyway... here are some pictures from the camp out, courtesy of our brother-in-law, Jay Drowns. Thanks Jay... LOVE the pictures!!