Monday, April 25, 2011

No Joke...

Some images in this post may be hard to look at.  
Viewer discretion is advised.

I was online looking for houses, as I do often, when I came upon this one.  I looks nice from the outside. Inviting even.  I love the trees in the yard.

I continued to look at other pictures.  
This is what I found...

First of all, I cannot believe that a person would allow a realtor into their house to take pictures when it looks like this.
Second, I can't believe a realtor would advertise a house that looks like this.

I just have no words.  It makes me sick.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

I Know...

{thank you google images}

I know that my Redeemer lives;
What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives, He lives, who once was dead;
He lives, my ever living Head.

He lives to bless me with His love,
He lives to plead for me above.
He lives my hungry soul to feed,
He lives to help in time of need.

He lives triumphant from the grave,
He lives eternally to save,
He lives all glorious in the sky,
He lives exalted there on high.

He lives to grant me rich supply,
He lives to guide me with His eye,
He lives to comfort me when faint,
He lives to hear my soul’s complaint.

He lives to silence all my fears,
He lives to wipe away my tears
He lives to calm my troubled heart,
He lives all blessings to impart.

He lives, my kind, wise, heavenly Friend,
He lives and loves me to the end;
He lives, and while He lives, I’ll sing;
He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.

He lives and grants me daily breath;
He lives, and I shall conquer death:
He lives my mansion to prepare;
He lives to bring me safely there.

He lives, all glory to His Name!
He lives, my Jesus, still the same.
Oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives,
I know that my Redeemer lives!

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Konversations With Kidz, Part II...

Mister P:  I learned about community helpers today.
Me:  What are community helpers?
Mister P:  Fire mans, Police mans, Doctors, Dentists, Teachers...and pizza mans and ice cream mans.
Me:  I don't think think they are Mister P.
Mister P:  Yes they are!  They Bring you food when you are hungry!
Me:  Okay.

Miss C:  I know why bluebonnets are called bluebonnets.
Me:  Why?
Miss C:  They are blue.
Me:  True
Miss C:  And a bonnet used to be a hat.  A really really long time ago, like in the 60's or 70's.
Me:  Think a little farther back than that sister.  Think "Little House on the Prairie" (she's reading the series right now).
Miss C:  Oh, that's real?

Mister P:  Sassy, I got to eat pizza tonight.  Caesar's kind.
Miss C:  That's no fair.  I want pizza too! (She happened to have no fun at all that day.  She had her hair and nails done, got to get dressed up and got to go to a grown up party for her Grandma.  No fun)
Mister P:  It's a shame.  Such a shame. {shaking his head}
Miss C:  uuuuuuuhhhhhhH!!!!!!

And this wouldn't be complete without a little cursing...

Miss C:  Mister P, Baby B broke your Lego helicopter.
Mister P:  Oh, Dammit!
Me:  What did you say?
Mister P:  Dammit?
Me:  Are you supposed to be saying words like that?
Mister P: No
Miss C:  Mommy, Mister P said a bad word.
Me:  Yep, I got it.

Not 5 minutes later...

Me:  Mister P, you better come pick up your Lego's from the table before Baby B gets to them.
Mister P:  Oh damn!
Me:  Did you seriously just say that again?
Mister P:  yes
Me:  Where did you learn that word?
Mister P:  people
Me:  What people?
Mister P:  Daddy
Me:  That's a surprise!

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Dear Cousin...

{thank you google images}
My Dear Sister Cousin,

I am not going to use your name, because I don't have to.  There is only one of you out there and everybody knows who you are, Mr. Toby Wilkerson.  

Sister cousin.  That makes us sound like we should have a reality show on TLC or something.  Don't you agree?  Or Wsquared, that could be another show too!  Which reminds me, we have a book to write!

Now on to the goods...

You inspire me.

You are my constant support.  My source of adventure.  My sounding board.  My strongest advocate.  My traveling companion.  The Mutt to my Jeff.  You are a sister in every sense of the word.  I will stand next to you and defend you against all odds, and I know that you will do the same for me.  

Life brings trials and ours has had their fair share.  Through it all you have stood tall.  For me, for you, for your children, for your family.  You are completely selfless.  You have handled stresses more than anyone could have imagined.  Stresses that stretch far and beyond imagination - deployments and death, to mention a few.

Like I said, Inspire...

We don't see each other often, but we don't need to.  706 minutes last month proves that.

I love you more than my red soled shoes.

Love to love you,
{thank you google images}


Saturday, April 16, 2011

Dear Friend...

{thank you google images}
My Dear Friend,

I am not going to use your name, you will know who you are.  It has been many years since we have seen each other.  Not since a special night long ago, your wedding reception.  I don't remember how long.  Has it been 14 years?  [I have been corrected, 16 years.  Boy was I off!]

There are so many things I remember.  Some things sound very stalker"ish", but I have a really good memory...promise.  I remember your green velvet prom dress and the time you were a Robert Palmer girl for Halloween.  Like I said, good memory.  More importantly I remember YOU.  Your kind smile an your sweet words.  I will never forget the letter you sent me after you went away to college to tell me you were marrying your beau, of a very short time.  And the night of your reception.  I will always remember talking with you while you changed out of your dress in the Relief Society room.

That was the last time we talked.  I was still in High School, you were married.  It happens.  Then the world of social networking started to come about.  I looked for you on myspace then facebook to no avail.  I couldn't find you anywhere.  Then there was the day I found your sister and through her I found you.  I was so happy to send that friend request.  I was so excited I forgot to tell you how happy I was to finally find you again.  This is a long long long time coming.  I am sorry it has taken so long.

You inspire me.

You inspire me by the honest words you express about your life.  No sugar coating comes from you.  I appreciate that.  You inspire me by your passion to live a healthy life and to pass it on to your children.  You inspire me by your love of the Gospel and the true sweet spirit you have.

Most of all I want to say Thank You.  Thank you for being you.  Thank you for your friendship.  I can always count on you to lift me up and to make me laugh.  I only hope I can do the same for you one day.


{thank you google images}

Sunday, April 3, 2011


I love to see the temple.
I'm going there someday.
To feel the Holy Spirit, To listen and to pray.
For the temple is the house of God, A place of love and beauty.
I'll prepare myself while I am young; This is my sacred duty.

I love to see the temple.
I'll go inside one day.
I'll covenant with my Father; I'll promise to obey.
For the temple is a holy place where we are sealed together.
As a child of God, I've learned the truth:
A family is forever.

 Houston, Texas Temple
November 2010