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Guest Post – Chad (Facebook Etiquette)

I like making new friends.
In real life and on facebook.
A while back, something I had posted
caught the eye of a real-life friend’s friend.

Her name was Daisy.
She will have to be a guest post another day.
She is buried in her book publisher’s demands right now.
Daisy and I got into it, back and forth about an issue I call
“underachieving students in our public schools”.

After Daisy proclaimed her loyalty and love
for kids who struggle in school,
and declared her position to single handedly
make a difference for all those she could reach,
I referred her to my post about my mom.
Years ago, my mom taught me about
that same kind of love

So, Daisy and I became forever after facebook friends. I call it FAFF.

Well, one day, whilst reading a post from Daisy on facebook
about making jam with some Mormon missionaries
(who she feeds and invites into her home regularly,
even though she is not a Mormon)
I got a good laugh at a comment.
The conversation had turned from the 30 jars of jam
to what it would take to eat it all.

Chad Deal wrote something like this:
“All the bread you are going to have to eat with that jam
will be enough to give a sperm whale a yeast infection.”
And, with the click of the mouse,
I found myself laughing uncontrollably,

The next thing I know, Chad is my newest facebook friend.
I am pleased to offer him up
as my latest and greatest guest post.

Here is Chad’s bio.
He wrote it himself.
I am so excited that I have a band director on my list of friends.
Abigail was just issued a french horn,
and I know absolutely nothing about it.

Chad Deal is a Music Educator in Georgia. He has directed High School Bands in Las Vegas, Atlanta, and Statesboro, GA. He is married to a wonderful woman (a saint, some say) and is the father of two little boys. He currently exists without his own web address, but only because http://www.supercrazyawesome.com is taken. His Facebook fan page was taken down after it made Brad Pitt look bad. Don’t tell me there wasn’t a conspiracy at work. If you would like to contact him, please find something more rewarding to do (he really is quite boring and full of himself), but if you must, please email chadadeal@me.com

Chad’s contribution is called
Facebook Funny

I asked him to inform of us
his take on facebook no-no’s.
It does not disappoint,
but does have a few
PG-13 references.
But this Mormon blogger
can put up with them
in honor of
making new friends
and celebrating differences.

I am often asked to be funny. Actually, I am nearly always required to be funny. My life as a dad, hubby, and teacher insists that I be funny in order to make the mundane tolerable. Another outlet for my humor is Facebook. This social phenomenon has given me a huge audience (which is good because my wife has grown weary of hearing my jokes over and over on the phone and Facebook allows me to be silently funny). The compensation scale won’t pay the light bill (electric/power bill if you live outside of the South) but it does make me feel great when something I write elicits a favorable reply, “Like” or even a “nice one, Chad”.

It was just such a comment that lead me to this blog posting. I am not a blogger. I enjoy blogs, and have considered writing one, but I am always distracted by things like playing in the backyard, playing in the living room, and once the kids are asleep, doing some playing in the bedroom. So my blogging is limited to Facebook status updates and replies to the updates of others. I enjoy seeking out seemingly normal, mundane updates and finding the humor (or creating it), but I must say that sifting through the endless blathering of some of my friends has lead me to create a system for pruning my friends list.

I will approve nearly every friend request I receive through Facebook. Notable exceptions are 1) current students and their parents, 2) obvious spammers (unless they are super hot models) and 3) anyone from France. Once approved, everyone gets an audition. I keep an eye on their status updates and if I like what I see, they get to keep their coveted spot in my friends list. However, should they fall into one (or more) of the following categories, they are quickly removed, which can decimate someone’s cool point cache.

Category 1- The ‘Villes:
If you are a hardcore participant in any game that ends in ‘ville (Farm, Fish, Drug Cartel, etc.) I think that is fine, but if 90% of your updates are related to that, or other games, you may need an intervention… or a sign that points outside. Don’t get me wrong, I understand addiction… I have an iPhone, but for goodness sake, stop taking pictures of your computer screen and posting it for all of your friends to ignore. Tell me something interesting, like what you had for lunch, or how long your last (or first) orgasm lasted. Pique my interest with something real, something tangible. Otherwise, you will be banished from Chad-Ville.

Category 2- Pundits:
The only thing more annoying than the ville’s is politics. I don’t care if you are a Democrat, a Republican, or an Idiot… I mean, Independent (sorry, Freudian slip). If you think that a single political party has all the answers then you are in for more disappointment than my first Prom date. I understand having a strong opinion about certain issues, we all do, at least, I hope we all do. But please, refrain from trying to assert your superiority within your friend circle by regurgitating the flame-filled ramblings from our current “news” channels. I could write a book about everything I hate about politics and news, but I digress. Save the Soap-boxery for something that really matters, like guaranteeing that reruns of Friends are shown in the order they were meant to be shown and with all of the lead in and lead out jokes intact. Where is my PAC for THAT???

Category 3- Sickies:
Being in pain is terrible. I feel bad for you, I really do. Having spent a period of my life in chronic pain (4 years living in Alabama), I totally get the need to seek compassion, but do we need to hear EVERY single complaint? “I have a headache” “Tummy is upset today…FML”.
FML (F**K My Life)??? REALLY??? For an upset tummy??? Please get some perspective. You can find it at Wal*Mart. Spend 15 minutes watching the endless train of poor decisions coupled to a substandard education and a caboose of Zero fashion sense and you will understand the true meaning of FML. Your aches and pains cannot possibly compare to the despair of these people (which would be 100 times worse if they actually knew what despair was). Save the complaining for your bartender. At least he is getting paid while he listens. Maybe I should start a game called Bar-Ville.

Category 4- Haters:
“I hate my job”, “I hate my Ex”,”I hate my neighbors”. Complaining is natural. We all hate something, and misery loves company. But I simply cannot commiserate with ALL of the hate that comes up in my news feed. Times are tough, and many people are stuck in a job that is unfulfilling, but one thing that I have learned in all my years of punching the time clock is this: Complaining only makes it worse. It forces you to focus exclusively on the most negative aspects of your job. Instead, find the best thing (even if it is quitting time) and keep that in your sights. You’ll be surprised how many more positive things there are when you look past the negatives. Same thing with an Ex-husband or Wife. Something drew you to that person originally. Instead of spending all of your energy hating the person they are, try to remember what you loved about them to start with (even if it was only the great sex. Reliving that in your mind once or twice might temper some of the hatred and allow you to move on). Hate the neighbors? Join the club. Kill ‘em with kindness… or poison, but stop the hate.

So, what next? Well, anyone that falls into one or (god forbid), more of the above categories is placed on a watch list. If the annoying behavior dominates the Wall, and subsequently, my news feed, then I block or delete. I need quality soil to grow the seeds of my humor. I get no inspiration from the ‘ville’s, pundits, sickies, or haters. I need quality material like mundane updates with poor grammar and/or misspellings. I adore people that mix up their attempts at descriptive language and my heart leaps every time someone misses obvious sarcasm. What can you do to make my experience better? Here are some tips:

• Accidentally slip up and reveal juicy details about your private life
• Take lots of pictures when you are out in public (preferably of people you don’t know) and post them.
• Occasionally post something on your Wall that was supposed to be a private message.

As I am not the only Facebook user out there, please feel free to comment with the thing(s) that drive you the most crazy about the Facebook experience. My next Guest Post (if I am invited back) will be about Twitter and why I think we find celebrities so fascinating (PREVIEW–WE DON’T).

Thanks for reading. Stay subscribed and try the veal.

My two cents – Category 5 – The Runners. These people love to post about how busy they are, so they somehow feel important because their declarations so obviously rat themselves out. They feel so insignificant. They also like to talk about how much THEY RUN. 5 miles, 6 miles, 18.5 pairs of shoes, 192 roadkill. Can’t go to sleep until I finish up my sprints on my treadmill.

What annoying facebook categories can you guys come up with?
If you aren’t on facebook, do you have categories for your blogging friends?

Book Review: Mockingjay

Mockingjay (Hunger Games, #3)Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

How would you like it if I started this review with “Well, they all survived.” and then quickly added, “Oh, except the main character?” I am not saying that IS what happened at all. I wouldn’t want to write a spoiling review so soon. But, that is what this book was like for me.

Have I ever told you that I am a tidbit emotionally unstable and that I get really really involved with these fictitious characters? I don’t like it when authors mess with my stability. It really makes me mad when they get you all happy, only to turn the page and be disappointed or to turn the page repeatedly to a complete WHAM-O in my face. I don’t like it all. The jumpy transitions were not only unnecessary but annoying.

Although, this was a chosen life-long favorite for me after reading the first two books, the third one left me re-thinking this declaration. In fact, it left me wanting to rewrite the whole finish. It almost felt rushed. It didn’t have as much depth or feeling. There were emotional parts but it is almost as if the author stopped being IN the story when she was telling it…if that makes any sense.

I still enjoyed it and at least there was closure in the end (more than you can say for the first two books) but I just wish so many things were different. And I guess you can say that because I feel that way, Collins masterfully got her point across….humanity sucks. War is cruel. Most people are out for themselves. And, now you can see why this person who likes to see the good in people was thoroughly disappointed.

The plot wasn’t as exciting as those found in Books 1 and 2. In fact, to me, the main plot may have just been as dull as “Nobody gets what they want. Everyone is just surviving the events of their life.” This book almost took more of a political turn. Like true-life anti-war propaganda or something. Although, in a round about way, at the end, you were left to think that war was actually necessary and justified for a better society.

I don’t feel the author gave the proper burial to minor characters. Heck, she didn’t give a proper good-bye for major characters. It felt like a rush to the publish date book. I hate that. Why can’t everything be as masterful as Harry Potter from start to finish?

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The Big Blue AA Book

Alcoholics Anonymous - Big Book Alcoholics Anonymous – Big Book by Alcoholics Anonymous

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

WOW! This is going to be a hard review to write.

When I told my husband that I planned to review this book, he laughed.

“Isn’t that like saying I’m going to review The Holy Bible?”

“Why, yes, yes it is.”

In fact, this book is much like The Holy Bible.

Like my daughter’s 6th grade math teacher has his students create A Math Bible with math notes in a composition book, this is a Bible that was written by Alcoholics. It’s not a Bible for math, but for finding peace and serenity.

Funny, the alcoholics familiar with AA, affectionately call this book “The Blue Bible” or “The Big Blue Book”.

This book is jam-packed with wisdom. JAM PACKED! It starts with bits of wisdom from the founders of AA with their reveal of the 12 steps and how to work the AA program. But, the bits of wisdom I enjoyed best were the bits I gleaned from all the personal stories. I was left feeling totally enlightened. The honesty of the storytellers was a breathe of fresh air. They gave me a greater understanding and love for alcoholics and all addicts. They somehow helped me have a respect for alcoholics, especially a respect for the ones brave enough to break free. Most of all, I, now, after finishing the book, have a greater appreciation for human life, and the fragility of the human. It is so vital that we as humans help each other to learn how to affectively deal with our issues.

And, in one sentence, that is how I would describe AA and it’s mighty Bible: It’s a place where people go to help each other learn and deal with issues. Because all people have issues and lots of people don’t know how to deal with them. Unfortunately, instead of learning how to get happy, people give themselves permission to live drunk, which isn’t living at all.

If you think that you could live a happier life, read this book, I promise it will leave you with a greater understanding of yourself and what you need to do to resolve your issues and to have self-respect, serenity, peace, happiness, and joy. I personally feel much more humble yet powerful, peaceful yet productive, happy yet thoughtful and most of all in touch with myself and who I am, who God wants me to be, and how He is going to help me get there.

I decided shortly into the book that in my review, I would just share the bits that I loved. Writing a review is like writing a review of The Holy Bible. You can’t communicate the power by stating your opinion. You can share the verses and hope the reader will feel its power. So, here are the words (verses) that communicated to me in the order I read them:

p. 100 ALCOHOLICS ARE SICK AND SHOULD BE HANDLED WITH CARE “When working with a man and his family, you should take care not to participate in their quarrels. You may spoil your chance of being helpful if you do. But urge upon a man’s family that he has been a very sick person and should be treated accordingly. You should warn against arousing resentment or jealously. You should point out that his defect of character are not going to disappear over night. Show them that he has entered upon a period of growth. Ask them to remember, when they are impatient, the blessed fact of his sobriety.”

p. 178 EVERYONE NEEDS SUPPORTIVE FAMILY MEMBERS “My wife became deeply interested and it was her interest that sustained mine, though I at no time sensed that it might be an answer to my liquor problem. How my wife kept her faith and courage during all those years, I’ll never know, but she did. If she had not, I know I would have been dead a long time ago. For some reason, we alcoholics seem to have the gift of picking out the world’s finest women. Why they should be subjected to the tortures we inflict upon them, I cannot explain.”

p. 180 HERE IS THE POWER OF AA – GLEANING KNOWLEDGE FROM THOSE WHO HAVE WALKED IN OUR MOCCASINS BEFORE US “Of far more importance was the fact that he was the first living human with whom I had ever talked, who knew what he was talking about in regard to alcoholism from actual experience. In other words, he talked my language.”

p. 197 DON’T AVOID & PROCRASTINATE – IT BUILDS UP AND MAKES YOU WANNA GET DRUNK “About this period, too, came increasing procrastination and the avoidance of responsibilities. I would put off doing anything that I could until the next day, and consequently, everything would pile up and then there would be this blackout.”

p. 214 ADMIT YOU HAVE A PROBLEM AND USE THE FAITH YOU HAVE TO HELP YOURSELF “The thought simply never occurred to me that through the exercise of what I had I might find the answer to my problem, simply because I wouldn’t admit that I had a problem.”

p. 226 STAY IN TOUCH WITH THIS GLORIOUS WORLD AND FIND YOUR PLACE IN IT INSTEAD OF HIDING ” I wanted help, and I tried to cooperate. As the treatment progressed I began to get a picture of myself, of the temperament that had caused me so much trouble. I had been hypersensitive, shy, idealistic. My inability to accept the harsh realities of life had resulted in a disillusioned cynic, clothed in a protective armor against the world’s misunderstanding. That armor had turned into prison walls, locking me in loneliness – and fear. All I had left was an iron determination to live my own life in spite of alien world – and here I was an inwardly frightened, outwardly defiant woman, who desperately need a prop to keep going. Alcohol was that prop and I didn’t see how I could live without it.”

p.228 GOD SPEAKS TO US “Then the miracle happened – to me! It isn’t always so sudden with everyone, but I ran into a personal crisis which filled me with a raging and righteous anger. And as I fumed helplessly and planned to get good and drunk and show them, my eye caught a sentence in the book lying upon my bed: ‘We cannot live with anger.’ The walls crumpled – and the light streamed in. I wasn’t trapped. I wasn’t helpless. I was free, and I didn’t have to drink to ‘show them’. This wasn’t religion – this was freedom! Freedom from anger and fear, freedom to know happiness and love.”

p. 275 FIGHT THE FEAR “For eighteen years, from the age of twenty-one to thirty-nine, fear governed my life. By the time I was thirty I had found that alcohol dissolved fear. For a little while. In the end I had two problems instead of one: Fear and alcohol.”

p. 279 ANSWERS ARE WAITING TO BE FOUND – YOU JUST HAVE TO ASK – PERHAPS MY FAVORITE PAGE OF THE WHOLE BOOK “I could no longer relieve the pressure of fear by starting home, as was once my habitual solution to the problem, because I no longer had a home. Finally, and I shall never know how much later it was, one clear thought came to me: Try prayer. You can’t lose, and maybe God will help you – just maybe, mind you. Having no one else to turn to, I was willing to give Him a chance, although with considerable doubt. I got down on my knees for the first time in thirty years. The prayer I said was simple. It went something like this: ‘God, for eighteen years I have been unable to handle this problem. Please let me turn it over to you.’ Immediately a great feeling of peace descended upon me, intermingled with a feeling of being suffused with a quiet strength. I lay down and slept like a child. An hour later I awoke to a new world. Nothing had changed and yet everything had changed. The scales had dropped from my eyes and I could see life in its proper perspective. I had tried to be the center of my own little world, whereas God was the center of a vast universe of which I was perhaps an essential, but a very tiny, part. I have never had a drink since.”

p. 320 BE GENTLE WITH YOURSELF AND LIVE FOR NOW “Once I did have a slip – tried drinking again – but the AA’s tell me not to worry about yesterday, because nobody can change it, and not to worry about tomorrow because it hasn’t come yet. Live twenty-four hours at a time, they say. And it works. I’m sober for today. Like I said, I’m a twenty-four-yea-old alcoholic and I’m happy.”

p. 325 HEALING CAN HAPPEN FOR INDIVIDUALS AND FAMILIES “WE have only been in A.A. a few years, but now we’re trying to make up for lost time. Twenty-seven years of confusion is what my early married life was. Now, the picture has changed completely. We have faith in each other, trust in each other, and understanding. A.A. has given us that. It has taught me so many things. It has changed my thinking entirely, about everything I do. I can’t afford resentments against anyone, because they are the build-up of another drunk. I must live and let live. And “Think” – that one important word means so much to me. My life was always act and react. I never stopped to think. I just didn’t give a whoop about myself or anyone else.

p, 352 POWER COMES FROM GOD AND FROM OTHERS WHO ARE RECEIVING HELP FROM GOD “What is this power that A.A. possessed?? This curative power? I don’t know what it is. I suppose the doctor might say, “This is psychosomatic medicine.” I suppose the psychiatrist might say, “This is benevolent interpersonal relations.” I suppose others would say, “This is group psychotherapy.” To me it is God.

p. 418 HEALING IS UP TO YOUR HONESTY WITH YOURSELF “No one could have told me then that I had not earned all my success, nor could anyone have told me that I was an alcoholic and a drug addict. The only thing that bothered me was a queasy feeling I had in the pit of my stomach. It hinted to me that everything was phony. I had accomplished all the right things that our society expected, and I had no real peace of mind nor gratitude. I was nothing more than a spoiled, indulged, and talented brat.”

p. 504 GOD WILL GRANT YOU PEACE IF YOU SURRENDER “I get out of bed and go to the man’s room. He is reading, ‘I must ask you a question,’ I say to the man. ‘How does prayer fit into this thing.’ ‘Well,” he answers, ‘you’ve probably tried praying like I have. When you’ve been in a jam you’ve said, ‘God, please do this or that,’ and if it turned out to be your way that was the last of it, and if it didn’t you’ve said ‘THere isn’t any God’ or ‘He doesn’t do anything for me’. Is that right?’ ‘Yes,’ I reply. ‘That isn’t the way,’ he continued. ‘The thing I do is say ‘God here I am and here are my troubles. I’ve made a mess of things and can’t do anything about it. You take me, and all my troubles, and do anything you want with me.’ ‘Does that answer your question?’ “

p. 542 LOVE IS EVERYTHING ” For me, A.A. is a synthesis of all the philosophy I’ve ever read, all the positive, good philosophy, all of it based on love. I have seen that there is only one law, the law of love, and there are only two sins; the first is to interfere with the growth of another human being, and the second is to interfere with one’s own growth.”

p. 544 GET TO THE ROOT “The mental twists that led up to my drinking began many years before I ever took a drink for I am one of those whose history proves conclusively that my drinking was a ‘symptom of a deeper trouble.’ Through my efforts to get down to ’causes and conditions,’ I stand convinced that my emotional illness has been present from my earliest recollection. I never did react normally to any emotional situation.

p. 547 DON’T RUN FROM YOUR FEARS OR RATIONALIZE THEM AWAY ” I wasn’t afraid of anything or anybody after I learned about drinking, for it seemed right from the beginning that with liquor I could always retire to my little private world where nobody could get at me to hurt me…..I was immersed in self-pity and resentment…It became more and more necessary to escape from myself, for my remorse and shame and humiliation when I was sober were almost unbearable. The only way existence was possible was through rationalizing every sober moment and drinking myself into oblivion as often as I could.

p.552 BLESS THOSE THAT CURSE YOU – IT WILL GIVE YOU PEACE “‘IF you have a resentment you want to be free of, if you will pray for the person or the thing that you resent, you will be free. If you will ask in prayer for everything you want for yourself to be given to them, you will be free. Ask for their health, their prosperity, their happiness, and you will be free. Even when you don’t really want if for them, and you prayers are only words that you don’t mean, go ahead and do it anyways. Do it every day for two weeks and you will find you have come to mean it and to want it for them, and you will realize that where you used to feel bitterness and resentment and hatred you now feel compassionate understanding and love.’ ‘The only real freedom a human being ever know is doing what you ought to do because you want to do it.’ “

p. 560 REALITY IS AWESOME WHEN YOU’VE FOUND AND WORKED FOR PEACE “Above all, we reject fantasizing and accept reality. The more I drank, the more I fantasized everything. I imagined getting even for hurt and rejections. In my mind’s eye, I played and replayed scenes in which I was plucked magically from the bar where I Stood nursing a drink, and was instantly exalted to some position of power and prestige. I lived in a dream world. A.A. led me gently from this fantasizing to embrace reality with open arms. And I found it beautiful! For, at last, I was at peace with myself. And with others. And with God.”

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My kind of Craft Project and Chore Chart

I am NOT crafty.
That is not a confession,
like the kind you have to hide in a closet,
but a declaration of this is part of who I am.
More power to those of you who are crafty and take joy in it.
I would rather buy your stuff than attempt it myself.
Because I am a shopper.
Shopping is a talent I like to spend my time working at.
I’ts also something that I have learned how to curb.

You see, God made everyone different.
It’s o.k. that I am not crafty.
It’s o.k. that I don’t want to spend my time
trying to be like most of the other moms I know.
It’s o.k. that I would rather spend my time
reading and writing and bargain shopping.
It’s o.k. that I don’t care if my girls hair is perfection.
And that I don’t even like those horrible
crazy HUGE bows on the modern babies’ heads.
It’s o.k. that my house is simple.
That I don’t need a showroom
for my friends.
It’s o.k. It’s o.k. It’s o.k.

I recently came across a friend’s cool craft project.
It involves a T-shirt and a can of spray paint.
It’s my kind of project.
I am going to try it.
But, I will probably never post a picture of it.
Because that’s just not who I am.
I would rather blog about my
thoughts, opinions, ideas, and funny stories.

Go over and check out how to do it at Jennifer’s blog.
She’s most definitely a crafty.
In fact her mom tried to teach me how to sew once.
It was a disaster.
The only way my ugly skirt got done
was because my sister took pity on my
and finished it after she got done with hers.
We were 14 and 16,
and she was and still is a million times craftier.

And to add to that
Here is an example of the simplicity I prefer.
It’s our chore chart.

I will show you how to make your own
if you are craft challenged.
Like me.

This system made it through the whole summer,
and is still in full swing
into the first week of school.
I’m very proud.
Not of its gorgeous display,
or the effective system,
but I am proud of the fact
that I pulled out
the electrical tape,
crayons,
scissors,
paper,
contact paper,
and magnets,
and my kids made it for me.

The kids were crossing their weekly jobs out
with a dry erase marker
as they get them done.
Now, we just know when they’ve got them done.
The sooner the better.

Each of the girls were assigned a row.
Oldest to youngest.
And there is even a spot for Caroline.
Because we are putting her to work
as soon as possible.
Trust me,
the older girls
can’t wait to pawn stuff off on her.

And they each have three columns.
One for everyday jobs.
And a column of weekly jobs.
Because Excel spreadsheets,
I can reinvent.
We rotate the dailies on a weekly basis.
And they get to choose their own weeklies.
First come, first serve.
They love the grab.
And the competition.
We’ve initiated the concept
in family scripture study too.
Scripture chase:
Old Testament.
Go.
Proverbs 3:5-6
They are memorizing the
scripture songs
so they can get faster.
Watch out seminary kids.
The Gold Girls are in the house.

The last column is completely unrelated.
They are not rewarded any longer for chores.
They are expected to comply.
They don’t get allowance.
But, they do get warm fuzzies
for good behavior.
Kind of like
dad gets warm fuzzies from mama
for bringing home the bacon.

The black circles are worth 1 warm fuzzy.
The yellow are worth 2 and a treat at the store.
The red are worth 3 and a rented Redbox.
The blues are the biggest hit.
They are worth 10 and a date with mom, dad, or a friend.
The green are worth 20 or $5.
They haven’t learned to save up yet.
They like instant gratification.
In the form of candy and movies.
Lucky for dad.

The term warm fuzzy was coined
by my first grade teacher.
And you will hear me use it as a threat often.
“Go take two warm fuzzies for hitting your sister.”
But hopefully, more often than threatening,
you will hear me rewarding:
“Everyone gets three warm fuzzies
for being so helpful today.”

It’s on the fridge,
like every other important thing in my life.

And did I mention?
That it’s been working
at my house
for three months!!!

Kids doing chores = one very happy uncrafty mom.

One last sidenote:
At church the other day,
a teacher was explaining to me that
in his training he has learned
that you don’t want to divide and conquer your kids.
For example,
“Look at Bella, she is such a good cleaner.”

I am trying to figure out a way that I can
make this system
more of a Harry Potter style.
Where
everyone
gains
and
loses
together.
I am thinking that may
unify the girls
a little bit more.
Go Griffendor Gold Girls.

www v.God

Last week I was without internet for two days.
You would think that someone had come along and stole half my brain.
It seemed I couldn’t get anything done.
It was like my life had turned into a picture taken with a 2 pixel camera.
Everything was still there, but I just couldn’t get it into good focus.
I just read this article by a Father Jim and it inspired me
to remember that sometimes I don’t go to the BEST resource for answers.
I can rely on God for answers a whole lot more than I do.
But, even though I do believe in God and going to Him for answers
I am not sure how much he would have helped me
with the following dilemmas that I faced
while being without my bestfriend the www.
I couldn’t figure out what to cook without allrecipes.com.
How was I supposed to find my way to the new doctor’s office without mapquest.com?
I couldn’t call Abigail’s new school because I didn’t have a way to look up the number.
Apparently I forgot how to use a phone book. Even if I could remember how to use one, actually finding it would be a whole different story.
I couldn’t go grocery shopping because I was unable to make my master plan without my most glorious coupon matcher Jenny at southernsavers.
What was going on in the world? How would I know without cnn.com or my local knoxnews?
I couldn’t study my scriptures without lds.org. O.k. I actually still read from the paper Bible, but I couldn’t use my study guides to help me along like usual, much less the words that I usually read from modern church leaders to enhance my understanding.
I can’t renew my books without knoxlib.org.
I couldn’t pay bills without access to my online accounts…not telling you what they are.
I couldn’t check that finished book off my list at goodreads.
I had no idea how much money I had (which probably wasn’t much anyway)
without instant access to my checking account.
Pre-ordering movies from redbox was impossible.
I would have to go and hope for the best in line at the machine.
The girls were driving me crazy without their youtube and littlepetshops fixes.
It seems I can’t even spell without dictionary.com.
And, maybe the worst of all, I didn’t even know WHERE I was supposed to be.
This year I converted my usual fridge calendar to google calendar
and I was really feeling lost without it.
The only way I knew where I was supposed to be
was to call my husband and have him look it up on his phone.
“Um, Alice, you were supposed to be at play group an hour ago.”
“Ah, man, I knew I was forgetting something.”
I couldn’t access family pictures.
How can I even mother without the random things that I use google for on an hourly basis.?
I’ve talked about my love for google in the past.
Let me give you some words I have recently typed into the search engine:
how to remove carpet glue from flooring,
treatments for ________rash,
signs of menopause,
home remedies for dog’s with dry skin,
what’s the difference between ADD and ADHD?,
codependence support groups online,
campsites in TN,
and the list could seriously go on for another page…
and that is all just from the last few hours of today.
None of these ordinary modern inconveniences even touch how isolated I felt from the world
without my e-mail, blog, blog reader, and facebook.
I guess I am not the only one who has become too dependent on the internet.
I recently heard my Bishop get up and speak when there was unexpected time left in a meeting. He got up on the spot and read a really good quote….
straight from his phone.
He said, “I would be lost without google.”
I will give him this though,
I am pretty sure God told him to read that quote.
And after my few blurry days last week,
all I’ve got to say is
“It’s just a good thing that God has google.”
How else could he expect the Bishop to pull out that sermon in two seconds flat?

SteeleStrong

I stole this photo from Rachel’s blog.
I am sure she won’t mind.
This is her at the hospital, surrounded by her volleyball team.
Rachel rocks on the volleyball court.
is a cool article about her team’s love for her
from
usavolleyball.org.

For a few years, while living in Utah,
we felt adopted into an amazing family.
We lived right next to the UVU campus in Grandma’s old house.
That is Grandma Steele’s old house.
LeGrand and I talk about the good memories of that time often.
We loved the people we went to church with,
we loved being close to campus,
and we loved the Steele’s.
We loved the peacocks, the dogs, the annie over games on our roof,
the little cousins who at times just walked in our door,
the occasional loose cow, the family resourcefulness,
the winning Pinewood Derby cars,
the music coming from Frost and Marie’s,
the garden out back, the annual easter egg hunt,
the Halloween pizza,
and just about everything.
One of our favorite things to do
was sneak out into the group of lawn chairs on Sunday nights.
They always spontaneously gathered at
Grandma Lucille’s and Grandpa Q’s who lived next door.
Under the big tree.
It’s like they were wired.
And after living there for a bit,
we did not want to be left out.
We were made to feel like family.
One time LG got a piece of mail that read:
Mr. LeGrand Q. Gold.
On that day, we knew it was official,
we were IN the family.
You see, LG really doesn’t have a middle name,
and there are countless Steele’s who have the middle initial Q,
after their beloved Grandpa.
Well, lately, I’ve been keeping up with Rachel.
You see, she started her own blog.
It’s one way she stays connected to the world,
during her long stays at Primary Children’s.
She was recently diagnosed with leukemia.
As far as we can tell, she is doing great.
We pray for her full recovery.
She is such a sweetie pie.
I remember one time she made Abigail
draw a picture of Abigail and cousin Joseph getting married.
Rachel also has an amazingly positive attitude
that is contagious.
I love reading her blog.
She is fun and funny.
Well, today I stumbled upon a video made for Rachel.
It is beautiful.
I wanted to share it.
Without words,
it screams,
SteeleStrong.
There is nothing better than family.
Unless of course,
your family has close to 100 people.
Then you can handle most anything.
Even adopting a couple of more
young married students,
and their kids,
who are far away from home.
And we hope they are hearing us
all the way in Utah.
“We love you too Rachel.”
We wear UT Vol Orange all the time,
so I guess we have been supporting you all along.

Book Review: The Help

The HelpThe Help by Kathryn Stockett

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This was a quick read, which means it was a good read. I think historical fiction is becoming my new favorite genre. Besides the interesting historical bits, I found myself mostly in love with the characters over the content.

It’s not that the plot wasn’t great because there were many and I wanted to uncover the end to them all. It’s that the characters were flawless. The whole time I was reading I kept trying to decide if I was more like Aibileen or Minny or Skeeter. Or was I like Elizabeth, LouAnne, or heaven forbid Hilly? Was I like Skeeter’s mama or was I like Miss Celia? I finally had to compromise that I was like each and every one of them.

I love to encourage the babies like Aibileen. I also like to tease the kiddos by asking them where are their tails and funny things like that. I also would have a lot of “I am not on good terms with that dress” moments because I hate to iron just about more than anything.

My mouth, just like Minny’s, has got me into heaps of trouble. Thank goodness I have never been hired or fired as The Help. I don’t think I could have done it. I rejoiced when Minny finally got her gumption to love herself. Yeah for the Co-dependent’s success. And I have to say that because I go to a support group every week where there are many ladies who get beat by their husband’s and they are all trying to find their courage.

And Skeeter. Well, she loves to write. What more do I need to have in common with her? Although I do have more than just the love of writing. I like to think that I would be a risk taker just like her. I would do what was right for the greater good, even if it meant I committed social suicide. And I have a dream of living in New York someday, and really you don’t need more than this commonality to love a person.

Like Elizabeth, do I worry too much with impressing my friends? Do I not appreciate my children enough? And LouAnne. Well, I don’t want to give her secret away, but let’s just say that I understand psychological warfare. And I think that every woman on this earth can relate to Hilly, especially if they’ve been through Middle School. I know I was way too worried about getting to the top of the heap and staying there for my 4 years of High School. What a disgrace to my own history.

Skeeter’s mama was proud and she was blind to how her own pride screwed up her relationship with her daughter. Every critical statement was really just a reflection of Mama’s own pride issues. And once again, we all have those…especially Americans. Oh and Miss Celia. How I loved her loyalty and her naivety. I like to think that my love also has no bounds and that I can be blind to invisible social taboos. It would be really great if I could look that great in an evening gown too. 🙂

Anyway, this book is a must read. I really enjoyed it. I am glad that it was chosen for the book club. There is a little bit of language and there is one racy part with a sex offender, but I hope the book club ladies will be able to see past these parts and know that the good is always weightier than the bad. It is quite possibly my second favorite Southern book after my all time favorite To Kill A Mockingbird.

And lastly, Thank you God for sending us Martian Luther King. And the misspell in Martian is my way of honoring the fictional hero Aibileen. My hat goes of off to our civil rights activists…especially those who lost their lives. Whenever I meet another racist in TN, I am going to leave them this book on their porch, but we all know that those racists probably don’t read.

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Summer Reading

Last week I punished Abigail
for teasing her sister.
She had to go to her room and read
four chapters of Harry Potter.
After looking at the picture above,
and how the girl loves to read,
now you all know how
my disciplining isn’t always the most effective.
What can I say?
I’m a softie.
I love reading.
I recently spoke to a friend
about how when I die,
I want to leave a living legacy.
One part of that legacy
would most definitely be
that I inspired people to read.
I know that reading
is a powerful tool.
A tool for
education,
and
inspiration.
Reading changes people
who will in turn make a better world.
If I could leave a living legacy of a love for things literary,
my influence would never end.
An eternal influence
is what I want for myself.
Nothing less would be enough.
I don’t want the buck to stop with me in the pine box.
I was really happy when onlinecollege.org
just linked my book review
It was an awesome post,
compiling book reviews for
books related to places of summer travel.
Of course, Cold Mountain
is a great feature for our own
beautiful Appalachian mountains.
My linked review is number 74 on the list.

Book Review: Leaning Into The Curves


Every day this little old blog of mine gets
hit repeatedly from a certain google search.
Bucket list.
It has to do with this old post of mine.
It seems that everybody has a bucket list.
I know I do.
Funny that one thing I mentioned doing
in that old bucket list post
happened years ago at
The Rose Parade.
I asked a complete stranger for a ride
on the back of his Harley.
Fast Eddie was so sweet to me and graciously obliged.
is one of my fondest memories.
You have to just throw caution to the wind and enjoy life.
It is still on my bucket list to
ride across the country on a motorcycle,
stopping to see all the sites.
Funny that my husband’s bucket list
has the same cross-country trip,
but his chosen choice of transportation is an RV.
Someday our dreams will have to be negotiated.
I know this.
That is why I loved this line from Hank
to his loving wife, Molly, in
“The answers I need are right here.
You and me together.”
Negotiation isn’t a chore
when you have each other.
The jist of the whole book for me was:
when you love someone,
you make it work,
no matter what.
You compromise,
you change,
and communicate,
and you overcome fears,
and choose to trust each other
and love your differences.
Now who can’t use a book like that?
Leaning Into The Curves
felt like a real life love story.
That is much preferred by this realist,
over all that impossible romance rhetoric.
The authors, Anderson and Morris,
are obvious pros at this marriage thing.
While reading the book,
I found myself following along on my
own Honda Gold Wing,
touring with the Temple Riders Association,
on a wonderful adventure,
full of charming life-like characters.
It was an extra bonus
that I was also taken through
some marriage counseling, too.
The authors are not just wise
wives, mothers, and grandmothers,
obviously in touch with an array of life challenges,
but they are witty,
and very stealth with their flawless life coaching
through great story telling.
And I know you can all use some
bonus marriage counseling
and life coaching.
Reading this story
was like sitting at the feet
of a beloved grandmother,
where she is effortlessly telling her life stories,
and everything that she says
is exactly what I needed to hear.
Although there are some
disappointing “for Mormon eyes only” references,
I still think even Non-Mormons could
relate and be entertained.
(But what do I know about writing for a specific audience?)
It was a really light and fun read.
And funny. Did I mention funny?
And I am not just saying that because
they sent me a free copy to review.
I would give it a strong 4 stars.
I rarely give out a 5.
Like maybe 10 adult books in the whole universe.
So buy it.
This would be a great gift for
retired people,
best girl friends you love to walk with,
newly-married people,
motorcycle loving people,
adventurous people,
people with an irrational fear,
people who need to find a hobby,
or people who need to create a bucket list.
And if you are never going to read this book,
do one thing,
get back in touch with your bucket list.
Don’t wait until you are retired to enjoy life a little.
I relearned that important truth in the pages of this book.
Oh, and they nailed the end.
I never love the end.
This one was great.
And I was happy for the closure,
which was somewhere between,
“they lived happily ever after”
and
“they loved each other all along”.