There once was a girl...

There once was a girl who struggled in making a decision. This wasn't new. She often struggled making decisions. She has learned that the Lord will help her make a lot of decisions. She has also learned there are some decisions that are meant for her to make on her own.

Some decisions are easy to make. There is an obvious wrong or right. Some decisions are between two right things. Sometimes it just isn't time to make a decision. She needed to wait for things to fall into place.

This particular girl has tried to think more about others than herself. Years ago a college professor told her class that members of the service profession need to take care of themselves. She believed him. "You have to take care of yourself in order to be able to take care of others."

She tries to be a good girl. She goes to church each Sunday to worship her God, and tries to serve his children. She is currently at the age where she can choose to go to church with the young and single group or with the families. During the last decade or so she has spent time attending church in both settings.

She is currently feeling the strain of being a "tweener", as one of her coworkers called her. While at work she fills the role of a stable adult in the lives of many teenagers. She is responsible for creating and implementing programs. She is involved in the processes of making decisions that will effect the lives of many students and their families.

When she goes to church she often feels like she is expected to act as she did 10 years ago, ready to do anything, at anytime. She also recognizes she isn't experienced enough to be one of the sage and solemn adults. Although she is not married, she recognizes she is in the middle of her life, and is ready to move on to participate with families and people of all ages.

The decision to make this move has been hard for her. She was with the family ward and felt she needed to go be with the singles. She has recently come to an understanding of a part of the reason she was there. She feels guilty about wanting to go back to the family ward. She wants to go back, just because she wants to. She doesn't feel she needs to. She doesn't feel like to she needs to stay with the singles. She likes the people in both groups. She has learned she really likes the family wards and being with people of all ages.

She hopes the people in the singles group will remember and use her phone number. She hopes they will feel welcome to come visit her for movies, games, and good conversation.

TurtleBug visit...day 3

Yesterday was all snowy. Today they sun is out. TurtleBug (TB) and I spent a good part of the day getting ready for the Young Single Adults to come over for Family Home Evening. After doing the dishes and cleaning what I call the "flat surfaces" it was time to vacuum. This was the first time Toby was in the house while the vacuum cleaner was on. I usually leave him outside.

Another item on our "to do" list was for TB to see in the attic.

After running our errand for pizza TB wanted pictures my ice sickles out front. And Swiss Cheese thought I didn't have any decorations:-).

We then worked on figuring out how to make a granny square and then had just one more thing to do before the gathering.

Making the carmel corn...the candy making tradition moves down to another generation...

TurtleBug visit

I have the week off from work. Since I was in Boise on Friday and Saturday I decided to bring a child back with mee. My second niece has been my TurtleBug since her first couple of months of life.

She will be spending a couple of days with mee. So far she is helping to keep Toby entertained, joining us on walks, and this morning she made mee Wonderland Pancakes for breakfast.

Warm enough...

I was trying to decided it this would be better fitted for my quote wall. However, the comment is common enough if this area so I decided to leave it here. On Thursday I was in a meeting in Declo. The external temperature at the time we arrived was 16 degrees Fahrenheit. While we were wrapping up a comment was made that we did want snow during the 2 hour return home. One of the people who was in their hometown said he would like it to be warm enough to snow. To some that may be an odd comment. Having personally made the that or similar comments I was able to quickly concurred with the statement. I remember thinking that afternoon as I arrived home and was gathering things out of my car that it was warmer. (26 degrees is warmer that 16 degrees) There are not a lot of people who would call 26 degrees warm. When my father reported this morning that it was 16 degrees, with no new snow, my comment was that it was too cold for new snow. I decided I wanted to see if that was really a valid statement. Can it really bee to cold to snow? http://www.theweatherprediction.com/habyhints/222/ Hope you enjoy the information. I don't think it will keep mee from saying it is too cold to snow.

Parting is such sweet sorrow...

In my brain I have stored the memory of telling a friend that when I grew up I wanted to be a foster parent. I remember her concern about the heart ache of letting children into my home and heart, and then letting them go again. At the time I shrugged it off. During the last decade, plus, I have had a large variety of people come through my life. Some of them I still have means to contact them. Thanks to Facebook, and blogs I have tabs on a lot of people I may not have kept in contact with.

While teaching in Meridian I worked with a small number of students, most of the day. A number of them I had in my classroom the whole time I was at Meridian. The largest cohort graduated just before I made the move to Mt. Home. It was hard to seem them leave. However, I felt that we had done pretty well helping them prepare for life after high school. And, most of them had some set of support system. It was time for all of us to move on.

This morning as I was heading to my first class I was contemplating the students in my class and trying to decide if there were any accommodations I needed to make to allow all of them participate in the activity. As I was running down the list it came back to mee that one of them had left on Wednesday...moving on to better things.

So, as I watch students come and go, friends get married, family members departing this mortal existence, and follow my own life's adventures I pray our paths will cross again. I hope to hear of success, peace, and happiness. I pray each will some how know they have a place in my heart, and are in my prayers.

An Ideal Christmas

My first year as a teacher,considering the separation of church and state, I asked what I was allowed to do for Christmas. The response I got was, "Just as long as it is not religious." What, it's CHRISTmas. What made it worse was when I commented about students "winter tree" having a star and realized she really didn't know why there was a star on the top of Christmas Trees. And I couldn't tell her.
I use to look forward to the Christmas season. It is a time of music and lights, candies and parties. I an not sure when I started to realized that all of this holiday magic was supposedly to be contained between the day after Thanksgiving and December 25th at about noon, if you were lucky.
That was something that really bothered mee. Why can't I sing my favorite hymns all year long? Some of the best feel good movies involve Christmas (i.e., Seasons of the Heart, White Christmas, It's a Wonderful Life) who says they can only be watched in December? Santa Clause is a discussion for another day.
There were to many children last year who informed mee of all sorts of things I should get them for Christmas. When did Christmas become all about presents? It was about mid-October I decided I was done. What is the sense in the practice of obligatory gift giving? Either you know or don't need what you are getting. Who decided gifts must be given in order to show affection? Do we need to keep up with the Jones' in this area too?

Last year the only thing I did for Christmas was go the the Creche (you missed it, it was last weekend) and spend time with friends and family. I also had a friend over to help mee make mice. (I'm hoping to do that this weekend)
This year I am still okay without the stress of spending money I don't really have to buy things for everyone I do or should talk to at least once a week. My concern is that I should be doing something to help the world remember the real meaning of Christmas. Traditions can be used to teach and add depth to life's experiences. They can also give us something to look forward to.
So here I sit looking for what I want Christmas to be in my home and with my family. How will we mark a day or season as a celebration of a life we live all year round? I guess it is a good thing I don't have to have that figured out for this year.

Puppy Dog tails....

I wish I had a hidden video camera to preserve some Toby moments. The first one would show the hallway. Toby is not allowed in the hallway, and therefore none of the rooms off the hallway. He knows this. He knows it so well that when I walk out of one of those rooms he runs to get out of the hallway.

That's right, whether I am in the bathroom, or working briefly in another room Toby will sneak down the hallway. I think I was changing clothes the other day. Stepping out of the bedroom to find him laying on the floor in the hallway.

I have decided the Toby-ism of dumping his food all over everywhere prior to eating it is he attempt at killing his food prior to eating it.

The hypothetical hidden camera in the front room would show him following mee around with his blanket in an attempt to get mee to play with him. It is his back up toy for when he has left all his other toys outside.

My newest source of entertainment is the fly. Now some people my have issues with having a fly in the house. Toby does. If you didn't know there was a fly you might just think Toby had issues. Imagine this...Toby peacefully sleeping. I am sure it was a happy dog dream. I am working away at my computer...then, all of a sudden he jumps. He turns. He points. But what is he pointing at? He is in pursuit. Nipping at the air.

While I stay seating on the couch laughing, as I watch my dog who has seemingly gone mad. Yet. I had noticed the fly just before he woke Toby. And I in full knowledge take delight in watching my dog seek revenge on the creature who disturbed his slumber.

I'll claim them...

Well, not all of them, I only know two. Yes, I will admit I know a least acouple of the crazy people who arein this video clip. The college life...a time of random funness.

The pressure is on...

I was a little taken about when I noticed a friend of mine had a blog entry sharing the title of my blog. Reading his blog entry I was pleasantly surprised at his interpretation of my blog title. "Live Life Deliberately" was not something I came up with for the purpose of having a blog title. I believe my original blog title was "all about Mee" In the fall of 2001, while working on a Master’s in Public Administration I took a class on the administration and supervision of learning programs. In that class we are assigned to read an article from the Sept-Oct 1996 issue of the Harvard Business Review entitled “Building Your Company’s Vision”. In the article James C. Collins and Jerry I. Porras stated: “…it is more important to know who you are than where you are going, for where you are going will change as the world around you changes."

I have read and heard about the importance of having a vision or mission statement for life. I am not sure how much of this processes was recorded in my journals. It was during the time frame I lived in Boise (2005-2007) when I read a couple of books which had been recommended to mee by friends, Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah by Richard Bach and If Life Were Easy, It Wouldn't Be Hard: And Other Reassuring Truths by Sheri L. Dew. Reading both of these books helped mee realize that I have more control over my life then previously wanting to claim and that I was not, am not living according to the fullness of my professed beliefs.

My friend who charged mee to read Illusions then informed mee that Richard Bach had also written a set of books called the ferret chronicles. I was amazed at the simple and profound truths found within these books. I also read a number of other Richard Bach books at various times from which I gleaned truths. If you decide to take the opportunities to read some of his works I would recommend you keep in mind the words of the Lord to the Prophet Joseph Smith Jr. concerning the Apocrypha; "Therefore, whoso readeth it, let him understand, for the Spirit manifesteth truth; And whoso is enlightened by the Spirit shall obtain benefit therefrom;" D&C 91:4-5. Mr. Bach does an amazing job shading new light on eternal truths. He also goes a little further than I believe, with a sometimes interesting twist.

Some how in this process of reading books and living life I gained an understanding of taking more accountability for and participating in my own life. I have also learned, as evidenced by a new job and other accompanying blessings needed in taking a new road, how willing the Lord is to bless us materially as well as spiritually. What do we really need beyond peace of mind and a safe (physical / spiritual) place to lay our heads?

I didn't write down which quotes was from which book, but here of some of them:

"We don't become beautiful as we grow. We realize that we've been beautiful all along."

"Our highest sense of right it to express the most possible love in this world, and to help others do so..."

"If I say yes...will I enrich lives or disappoint them? If I say no, will I be dashing hopes or shifting them toward a better path? How is it that I can meet there needs and mine too?"

"So easy it is to mistake task for purpose."

"... if we are afraid to choose anything but what we have got, what good is choice?"

a couple from Illusions:

"If your happiness depends on what somebody else does, I guess you do have a problem."

"The original sin is to limit the IS. Don't"

An Invitation

We invite you to attend:

Annual Crèche Exhibit

A Gift of Love

Hundreds of Nativity Displays and Musical Presentations by Community Groups

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Friday, Dec. 5, 2008: 5 - 9 p.m.

Saturday, Dec. 6, 2008: 10 a.m. - 8 p.m.

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Hosted by: The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Mountain Home Idaho Stake

12^th North & 7^th East, Mountain Home

(Parking and Entrance at Rear of Building)

Free of Charge Handicap Accessible

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New this year: Handel’s “Christmas Messiah”

Presented: Friday, 5 Dec., 7:00 p.m.

I am singing in the community Choir performing Handel’s “Christmas Messiah”

Introductions

Today Boyd met a new friend. I was in Boise for a service project. Since I was there I asked my sister to take mee to Costco for some things I needed. This adventure included myself, my sister, and my youngest niece. While we were in the car I realized that my Wild Rose hadn't met Boyd so I introduced them.

I didn't take my camera in the store so I took the picture when we returned home.

Just a baseball bat

It was during my senior year of college. I was in a social theory class. We never knew what our teacher was going to do to make a point. One day she walks in with a bat, a baseball bat. The bat looked like it was made from wood. Other than it being a little odd we didn't think to much of her hitting objects with it in the classroom. She then asked us if our feelings would remain the same if she told us it was the same bat Babe Ruth used to hit his last home run.

In our discussion that followed, comparing just a regular baseball bat to Babe Ruth's baseball bat, I gained a greater sense of what it means for something to be sacred. Baseball bats are used everyday, kept in a closet, under a bed, in the trunk, dropped to the ground, kicked, and used over and over again. I hope every red blooded American would agree with mee that a bat used by Babe Ruth belongs in a glass case in a museum somewhere. Maybe it is already there.

In this particular Sociology class, if I remember right, we discussed how different things are sacred or taboo in different cultures. Taboo items being things you don't talked about or words you don't say or things you don't do. Sacred being things are so important they are treated with extra care and consideration when discussed or done and only in properly prepared situations.

A remark I have heard concerning our precious flag is that it is just a piece of cloth. I don't think that was the thought of Francis Scott Key when he saw it waving from a prison ship early one morning, or the people who have earned having one draped over their casket. Even those who choose to burn it out of protest know it is more than a piece of fabric.

As a sociologist I have worked to veiw things objectively (I am human, it doesn't always work). With this in mind, and my current job selection, I am exposed to a lot of information that I try to distance myself from maintaining only an intellectual curiosity. I have seen and heard some things that are gross, horrifying, sickening, and perverse.

The first time I remember feeling violated was while recently watching a show. I don't even want to mention the name or date because I don't want you to go looking for it. Something that is considered to be very sacred to members of the LDS faith was displayed on national television. I felt sick.

I am not naïve. I know that there are those who don't understand, or out of hatred have put a lot of things on-line for anyone to find. And I will say the show attempted to respect the information with as much respect as one can have for a culture they know little or nothing about.

This experience has helped mee realize there are things I can do to treat sacred things with better care. That may start with watching less television.

Sir Toby Alan

So, I have a dog. I decided he needed a middle name. That is were Alan came in, it seemed to fit. I just started calling him sir the other day...so know he is "Sir Toby Alan".

This is Toby saying "May we go on a walk?" He paces back and forth, scratching at the door, when he is say..."come on, lets walk".

Toby has an interesting habit of dumping out his food and then eating it off of the floor.

It has been interesting getting use to having another live body in the house. He is good at keeping mee going. We walk each morning, and usually again in the afternoon. It is also hard to be sad when you have a puppy around.

Home at last...

Although it is often nice to get away there is nothing like coming home. A friend recently commented on how much he enjoyed the spirit in my home, and being here. During the year I have lived here I have done a number of things to make it mine.

The first thing I did was replace the back windows of the house. That was an investment I am sure will pay off, especially this winter. The next thing I did was a paint a couple of walls.

I painted this wall as much for utility and entertainment as looks. This is a magnetic chalkboard wall. It isn't much wider than it shows. I wanted a central place to keep notes of all kinds, and something to be entertaining for guests. My nieces and nephews like drawing on it as well as my friends. A friend commented that if she had a wall like that she would never erase it. That has proven to be true for some of the things on the wall.

My front room actually felt too big and lopsided, so I painted another wall to balance it out.  For the most part the wall was actually painted by my visiting teacher Charmaine. The brown wall helps to create the "dining" room. From the look of the table it is a good thing it is usually only mee who eats there.

Note the new window. While Charmaine was painting the wall I put finishing coats on my new window trims. Charmaine also helped me hang the binds and floaters on the walls at the other end of the room.

I have been wanting to do more to personalize my room. My mind hasn't been able to settle on what it wants it to look like.  I have been contemplating getting a full or queens size bed. Haven't decided on either yet.

I did purchase a Sette at the AtHome America party I had back in May. My purpose for it is to be at the foot of my new bed when ever I do get around to purchasing it.

 

Having more rooms that I really need I wanted to get one set up as a guest room. That is where my sette is currently

I was given this painting for my birthday. It was completed by a friend prior to her leaving for college. It is hard to tell from the picture that the walls are a light pink.  And yes, I picked the color to go with the picture.

I struggled getting a really good picture of the room. The shelves were actually given to me by a friend last year as a house warming gift.

Rocky Bar

In the mountains near Featherville is a small ghost town called "Rocky Bar". Connie's boss took us there during our driving around on Saturday.

We got to walk through a couple of houses.

Inside this on was a small kitchen and dining area.

with stairs heading to ...

what almost looks like my sister's master suite, I don't think there was a bathroom though.

I think this one must have been a store or saloon.

It has the long bars on each side and a

fire place in the middle.

A page for the History books...

Here it is, another election day. Today, if I wanted to, I could vote for a Black man to be president and a female to be vice president...or not...I often go back and forth on whether or not I am going to take the time to vote...seeing there really aren't any great and obvious choices. As I studied the Book of Mormon this year I gained a greater sense of patriotism. Not only for the blessing of living in a free land...one where I can vote, I can express my opinion without fear of government restrictions. or regulations. I also gained an understanding of my responsibilities to act in defense of the rights that I have.

I am not going to take the time to expound or explore all Scriptures relating to these topics. I will give you tidbits from Alma 46:

12 ...—^aIn memory of our God, our religion, and freedom, and our peace, our wives, and our children—and he fastened it upon the end of a pole.

13 And he fastened on his head-plate, and his ^abreastplate, and his shields, and girded on his armor about his loins; and he took the pole, which had on the end thereof his rent coat, (and he called it the ^btitle of liberty) and he ^cbowed himself to the earth, and he prayed mightily unto his God for the blessings of liberty to rest upon his brethren, so long as there should a band of ^dChristians remain to possess the land—

16 And therefore, at this time, Moroni prayed that the cause of the Christians, and the ^afreedom of the land might be favored.

18 And he said: Surely God shall not ^asuffer that we, who are despised because we take upon us the name of Christ, shall be trodden down and destroyed, until we bring it upon us by our own ^btransgressions.

20 Behold, whosoever will maintain this title upon the land, let them come forth in the strength of the Lord, and ^aenter into a covenant that they will ^bmaintain their rights, and their religion, that the Lord God may bless them.

Those of you who are familiar with the scriptures know this is only the beginning, and that there is yet quite a story to unfold. Today I pray American voters will once again show their colors as Christians, and God fearing people, who value family, freedom of religion, and to safety of our most precious asset...the children.

All Saints Day

Alright, I didn't really do anything to observe "All Saints Day", but I did take the they day off. Cousin Connie invited mee to join her at a work related retreat in Pine, ID. I had previously been to Pine, and was glad to have a chance to get away.

Our Hostess decided to take us to see the sights, my cousin is much better with a camera than I am, but I'll show you some of what I got.

I have recently come to realize that I love central Idaho...

and that there is so much more for mee to learn about my home state...

"Gothic Prom"

I had the chance to spend Halloween with some friends in Nampa I hadn't seen in a while. Some of you may know that I am, or have become some one who doesn't do a lot of decorating for holidays. 

It seems to mee we do a lot of things out of tradition, without knowing any of the meaning, or purpose behind the tradition. Halloween is only the beginning of the Holiday season. Some seem to have forgotten holidays are "holy days". My friend Tammy taught mee how important Halloween is to her as "All Hallows Eve" and the accompanying "All Saints Day." For that reason I am willing to celebrate Halloween with her, her family, and friends.

The theme for the evening was "Gothic Prom" Here are the women ...at least at picture time.

Good life...

I have decided I like blogging. Really, I enjoy reading blogs of friends and family. It is nice to know what is going on in the lives of other people. Especially people who have come to mean a great deal to mee over the coarse of my life.

Now, some of you may not think I am that old. I'm really not. While at a YSA dance last night some of the girls in the group were really excited about a song that had just begun. I asked if I even wanted to know how older they were when it came out. That might have been a bad idea.

While at this dance I got to talk to my first crush...one of the girls I was with confirmed it was a good crush, he is still really cute...an old roommate, avoid a guy I had a bad date with once, chat with a young man who, while under the age of 5, came to girls camp with us one year, have a balloon animal made for mee by a former student, and show some of the branch members that I still know how to dance.

I have truly been blessed in my life. Although I sometime wonder why. I act like such a spoiled brat sometimes, attempting to demand from the Lord what I want when I want it. I don't know how many times I have stopped and realized that although my life isn't anything like I had once hoped it would be...I am blessed and usually happier than imagined.

I love my job. So many people praise mee for my ability to work with the population I do. As a good friend once said...I couldn't work with people who needed mee less.

I have a cute house...that is work in progress. More to come on it's recent and up coming progression.

My new puppy is a blessing. He gets mee up each morning. He gets me out and walking, and doing more in my yard. He keeps mee happy, which has been a huge blessing as I have recently struggled with the ending of a relationship. He even helps mee meet new people.

My testimony of the gospel only grows. I enjoy preparing to teach the Book of Mormon and gaining increased insight into the love Heavenly Father has for us, and all that he is willing to do.

For more of the quirky insights from my life check out : http://meesquotewall.blogspot.com/

First Dinner

Although I moved into my home on Saturday I didn't spend the night there. I still had a bunch of stuff in Boise at my Cousin Connie's home where she let me stay for two months while I was homeless. (Have you ever tried explaining in church that you are Sister Glasgow, visiting Sister Glasgow, from nowhere?) I also didn't have any water. My realtor reminded me to make sure I had power, he didn't say anything about water. I didn't worry about water renting.

So, I spent one more "official" night at Connie's. Took a shower at her place and then returned to Mt. Home. I discovered while in Boise that people recognize the person who walked to church. Although that is not why I do it. When I do it usually means it is nice outside, and I have time enough to do so.

I don't remember anything overly exciting about church that first week. I do remember Jeff, one of the therapist at work, taught Sunday School and almost forgot to introduce mee because I wasn't new to him, and feeling at home in Relief Society.

After I got home from church I got a call from Jeff. He said his wife, Mary, thinking about it being my first office day in my home, thought I might not have food yet, and invited mee over for dinner. I really appreciated that, so much in fact that I went over yesterday and took a picture of the family just for this blog.

Moving Day, 2007

About a month prior to this day I scheduled and IEP to occur with a family at 2pm that Saturday. I had told the therapist (he needed to be there). I brought it up on our trip to Boise my last official night on "the van". He assured mee he was busy at 2pm time and was meeting with the family in the morning....

I got up Saturday morning. Went to Nampa for a breakfast celebrating Chelsea's wedding. (She didn't want a bridal shower). I then had to stop a couple of places and get on the road so I could make it to my meeting at the new time.

The day I signed the papers we weren't sure when it would fund or when I would be able to get the key. It was very last minute Friday afternoon I found out I could go get it. In fact I had about 10 minutes before we were suppose to head back to Boise. With the breakfast, the impending rain, the meeting, and not knowing about the key I had not arranged to have people come help mee move in. If fact I was a little surprised when my dad said, as was are standing in a parking lot in Nampa, we should just move everything that day. So, while I am going to Mountain Home for the meeting Mom, Dad, and Nancy went and got my couch from my old apartment, and some other stuff I had at my parents home.

I get to Mountain Home and guess what the first thing I heard was? I was right...the therapist was busy at 2pm. With the IEP meeting I had scheduled. When the kid asked what time his parents should come he simply looked at his calendar for an opening, not an already scheduled meeting...( I just had to get that in there again).

The meeting went smoothly and the timing was perfect. I was able to copy, file, and meet my family at my home just as they got there. We unloaded what came from Boise. Then with I believe the third trip the rain just started to dribble as we loaded the last few things at my storage unit. It kept really light until we were done getting it in the house.

After paying my crew of a father with bad hips, a blind mother, and pregnant sister with lunch they headed back to Boise and I did some necessity shopping.

One year ago...

If my memory servers mee well (which it usually does) Oct 17, 2007 that I closed on my house. I remember my Real Estate Agent asking mee if I was ready to go into debt for 30 years. In the moments I think about it I just remember I am not paying rent.

Here it is...the day I closed. It was raining.

I thought I had taken more pictures that day so show the emptiness.

It was a Thursday that I signed the papers. Whereas the seller was in Spain the house didn't actually close until Tuesday. I was able to get the key on Friday. Saturday ended up being an incredibly busy day.

Fall Weather---

I guess fall and spring weather is suppose to be interesting as we go from being hot to cold. Here is the Treasure Valley we didn't seem to get much of a spring. It was cold, then it was hot. Few"beautiful spring days". I was thinking our fall was going to be the same.

While in Moscow I was use to the first sprinkling of snow in the middle of October. I was very surprised last Sunday morning....a date to record...12 Oct 08, Toby's first snow.

Toby does not like cold weather. You cannot tell from the picture, his but is not on the ground,,,

I took these pictures as we were going on our walk Sunday morning. We'll both need to get use to it. He isn't going to stop needing walks just because it's cold.

In Review....

It has almost been a year since I moved to Mountain Home. I have decided to review some things that have brought mee to this point.

During the Summer of 2007 I was had taken an extra Summer job to help pass the time. I was working to help out at Three Springs.

About half way through the summer I was offered a full time job. I quickly learned to love my new job.

This is TJ. She is typically the first person to greet mee each morning.

This is John. He is the man in charge. Due to the number of people I know I usually refer to him as "my boss John".

When deciding to take the job I new I would move to Mt, Home. I briefly looked into getting an apartment. As many of you know. I bought a house. It was almost a year ago when I closed and more completely move my life to Mt. Home. My next few blogs will be to reflection and introduction to things and people in my life.

General Conference

This past weekend as the 178th Semi Conference of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. This is an event I have learned to greatly look forward to. It is on opportunity to set learn at the feet of prophets, gaining more refined direction for life. This year I was especially looking forward to it, thirsty for living waters. I was not disappointed.

A couple of months ago a friend told mee he had gotten a bunch of tickets and invited mee to join a group on an expedition to Utah. The above picture is a part of the group. I was delighted, while saving seats Sunday Morning, to have a row of Young Single Adults from Mountain Home complemented by our Stake President.

A number in our group had never been able to enjoy Temple Square in Salt Lake City prior to this trip. As you can tell all of us had our cameras out. These pictures was taken in the Assembly Hall in the Southwest corner of Temple Square.

I guess I'll throw in a picture highlighting my new due...

Tiffany is the one who cut my hair.

Did I mention there was excitement about our visit to temple square, and be in the presence of the Lord's Special Witnesses?