Sunday, December 21, 2008

Artic Blast...

Caidin finally dragged us out to play in the snow. But I'm telling ya, it was cold. Without much snow gear (left a lot of it in Rexburg, because who would of thought I'd need it here?)my pants were soaked through by my first ride on the inner tube. Dad got the tractor out and pulled us around on it. At one point I just about mowed over one of the driveway lights. Dad wanted me to pose for a picture so I did, but just about right when Alyssa was going to take the picture, dad decided to hit the gas pedal a bit and we got a real-action picture instead.
Two neighbor kids came down with their sleds so we set up road patrol, took our runner and took turns sliding down the hill - dad included.
I was dead freezing when we finally all went back to the house. My legs were bright red and there was definitely no real feeling in them for awhile. Who needs legs anyways, right?
We watched "Prince Caspian" tonight with our usual popcorn, and I snuck in an orange and a rootbeer float. A pretty good day, I'd say...

Friday, December 19, 2008

If I'd wanted snow, I'd have stayed in Rexburg...

... although, I have to admit, its not as bad when all you have to do is look at it. Since I'm not walking to school in it, I guess its fine. But in that case, it better stay until Christmas. The trees are really pretty when it snows. You don't really get that in Rexburg, of course, there aren't many trees...
Alyssa and Caidin have had school off for the past three days. Our Christmas tree is not yet decorated, but the house is getting cleaned bit by bit.
It was nice to walk around in Portland yesterday, it wasn't too cold and I'm beginning to really like Portland. Looking at all those cool apartment buildings makes me want to live in one.
Supposedly we're supposed to get like 10 inches of snow tonight. Maybe I should take a trip to the library before I do get snowed in. Or, I'll just watch some more Numb3rs...

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Idaho weather and the adventures that go with it

Yesterday morning, Elise, Kimberly and I all pack into my car and go pick up the girl (Who had a TON of luggage, and she checked 3 bags, which costs an extra $125. (Alaska you can only check one bag for free...i'm having a hard time packing.) So then we get on the road and it is snowing, and it was so dark and blizzardy (by my definition) it looked like star wars warp speed. it was REALLY messing with my eyes. No wonder people get disoriented and go crazy.
So we're going like 25 most of the way (sometimes a little faster but not by much, it took us almost an hour to get to IF. We dropped her off then went to Winco. I bought my family ALOT of chocolate covered cinnamon bears (they're $2 cheaper per lb at winco than porters) so good deal.
Then driving home wasn't nearly as bad, and it was a bit lighter.
Got home at 6:30ish, we all climb back into bed and go to sleep. 7:30 the power went off so the fan stopping obviously woke me up, then Cassey's "Oh Man!" did too.
I went out there & she'd been plucking Michael's eyebrows or something. anyways we found a flashlight for her to use then went back to bed. then at 8:30 Elise's little brother called to tell her her cow had twins. Then at 9 michael came into the apartment singing and all happy. then the power came back on, then we finally gave up on sleep about 10. I made German pancakes & Elise and I watched Holiday in Handcuffs.
We Went to Cassey's reception - she was GORGEOUS! Such a nice reception, it looked really good & the food was good too.
It was quite the adventure. But it was REALLY cold with the power out.
Roads are bad all over Idaho sounds like.


Flights all over are delayed. I won't be getting out of Idaho until at least another 1.5 hours.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

"She Loves Me"

I went and saw "She Loves Me" - a musical put on by the school. It was amazing, and I wish it was a movie. It has some of the same story line of You've Got Mail, but adds a bit of a tune and some dancing and we got ourselves a REAL show!
Friday night I went with Mr. New Testament to the show - it was really fun :). I'm kind of liking this kid.
Saturday night I went with Mr. Library to the show (yes I saw it twice, but it was that good!). It was really fun, and my roommates are kind of voting for him, but I think I'm liking Mr. New Testament better. haha. Oh well, I won't see any of them for 3 weeks so we'll see. Who has to make a decision now?

"Why don't you tell me all about it? I love to SUFFER!"
"She loves me, though she doesn't know it"
"Ice Cream, He brought me ice cream, vanilla ice cream"

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Neal A. Maxwell, “Why Not Now?,” Ensign, Nov 1974, 12

My brothers and sisters, I should like to speak of and to a particular group of important individuals. These are they who fully intend, someday, to begin to believe and/or to be active in the Church. But not yet! These are not bad individuals, but good individuals who simply do not know how much better they could be. Such individuals often stay proximate to—but do not participate fully in—the Church. They will not come inside the chapel, but neither do they leave its porch. These are they who need and are needed by the Church, but who, in part, “live without God in the world.”
To such individuals, in the brief, imploring invitation which follows, be assured there is a real craving for your companionship and a genuine need for your unique strengths.
There are reasons for your commitment to be made now, for as the rush of hours, days, and months grows stronger, the will to commit grows weaker. Events to transpire soon on this planet will dry up the options for the lukewarm, for the issues raised by Jesus are irrepressible issues!
If, however, you really do not wish to commit now, then let me warn of the following:
Do not look too deeply into the eyes of the pleasure-seekers about you, for if you do, you will see a certain sadness in sensuality, and you will hear artificiality in the laughter of licentiousness.
Do not look too deeply, either, into the motives of those who deny God, for you may notice their doubts of doubt.
Do not risk thinking the unthinkable, lest you find yourself drawn with a deep and powerful pull toward the reality that God does exist, that he loves you, and that finally there is no escaping him or his love!
Do not think too much about what you are teaching your family, for what in you is merely casualness about Christianity may, in your children, become hostility; for what you have not defended, your children may reject angrily.
Do not reflect on the practicality of gospel standards such as abstaining from alcohol; for if you do, a surf of statistics will wash over you, confirming that abstinence is ultimately the only cure for alcoholism that is both preventive and redemptive. You will also see that the living of one protective principle of the gospel is better than a thousand compensatory governmental programs—which programs are, so often, like “straightening deck chairs on the Titanic.”
Do not think too much, either, about other doctrines, such as the importance of love at home; because if you think about them very long—in a world full of orphans with parents—you will be grasped by a reality that will make your teeth chatter.
Do not think, either, about the doctrine that you are a child of God, for if you do, it will be the beginning of belonging.
Do not dare to read the Book of Mormon seriously, or you may suddenly realize that it is inlaid with incredibly important insights from a millennium of sacred history.
Do not overpack the luggage you plan to take with you when you leave this world, for we simply cannot get most mortal things by celestial customs; only the eternal things are portable.
Do not pray, for you will get answers from a listening and loving Father.
Do not think too much, either, about the possibility that there are living prophets in the world today. Think instead about how those who are so sustained seem quite ordinary in many ways. Forget that other prophets were fishermen and tentmakers—ordinary enough to scarcely be noticed—except for what they said and what they did! For the winds of tribulation, which blow out some men’s candles of commitment, only fan the fires of faith of these special men.
Do not let yourself reflect too much on the social, political, and economic indicators that suggest the gathering storm, lest you realize that there is an inseparable connection between the keeping of the commandments and the well-being of society.
Do not read what the holiest inhabitant ever to live on this planet said about the necessity of certain ordinances, or you will see that he allowed for no exceptions, including himself.
Do not search the scriptures to see if good people still need the Church, for the best being who ever lived organized the Church—because random, individual goodness is not enough in the fight against evil.
Do not, if you have been offended, recall that while you may have been bumped by an ecclesiastical elbow, the chip was on your shoulder long before the elbow appeared.
Do not be fully honest about the hypocrisy of those in the Church who may pretend to be better than they are, or you will soon realize that there is also another form of hypocrisy—appearing to be less committed than one really is!
Yes, brothers and sisters, it is best to avoid all such things as these if you wish to continue to delay deciding about Christ and his church.
However, Joshua didn’t say choose you next year whom you will serve; he spoke of “this day,” while there is still daylight and before the darkness becomes more and more normal. (See Josh. 24:15.)
When Jesus called his first disciples, the scriptures record that they left their ships and nets “straightway.” They didn’t ask to join Jesus after the fishing season; they didn’t even delay their response in order to make just one more catch. They left “straightway”! (See Matt. 4:20.)
Act, my brothers and sisters, for once the soul is tilted toward belief, and once there is even a desire to believe, then marvelous things begin to happen! Once one leaves the porch and comes inside the Church, then one not only hears the music more clearly—he becomes a part of it.
Act now, so that a thousand years from now, when you look back at this moment, you can say this was a moment that mattered—this was a day of determination.
Never mind, therefore, that you have made an investment of self and time in inactivity. Never mind that there is an accumulation of pride that will make it difficult to acknowledge that you have been wrong, for it will never be easier to do than it is now.
All must know that feeling which is associated with a broken heart and a contrite spirit—by which we are cleansed by the hot, holy fire of a special shame, so that we might, thereafter, have a more pure love and a greater capacity to serve both God and man. Hearts “set so much upon the things of this world” are hearts so set they must first be broken.
Indeed, one of the most cruel games anyone can play with self is the “not yet” game—hoping to sin just a bit more before ceasing; to enjoy the praise of the world a little longer before turning away from the applause; to win just once more in the wearying sweepstakes of materialism; to be chaste, but not yet; to be good neighbors, but not now. One can play upon the harpstrings of hesitations and reservations just so long, and then one faces that special moment—a moment when what has been sensed, mutely, suddenly finds voice and cries out with tears, “Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief.” ( Mark 9:24.)
The truth is that “not yet” usually means “never.” Trying to run away from the responsibility to decide about Christ is childish. Pilate sought to refuse responsibility for deciding about Christ, but Pilate’s hands were never dirtier than just after he had washed them.
The past of each of us is now inflexible. We need to concentrate on what has been called “the holy present,” for now is sacred; we never really live in the future. The holy gift of life always takes the form of now. Besides, God asks us now to give up only those things which, if clung to, will destroy us!
And when we tear ourselves free from the entanglements of the world, are we promised a religion of repose or an Eden of ease? No! We are promised tears and trials and toil! But we are also promised final triumph, the mere contemplation of which tingles one’s soul.
My friends, there are footprints to follow where we must go—made not by a leader who said, safely from the sidelines, “Go thither,” but by a leader who said, “Come, follow me.” And our mortal leader is a prophet who is showing us how to lengthen our stride.
Yes, for those in the Church’s courtyard or on its porch, ask not “for whom the [Church] bell tolls; It tolls for thee.” (John Donne, Devotions upon Emergent Occasions, Meditation XVII.)
And, if you sense that one day every knee shall bow and every tongue shall confess that Jesus Christ is the Lord, why not do so now? For in the coming of that collective confession, it will mean much less to kneel down when it is no longer possible to stand up!
Meanwhile, may we be different in order to make a difference in the world. And may God hasten that time for all our sakes, I pray in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.

Finals :( The Beginning of the End.

With finals in the not too distant future, like gets a little crazy. With only 6 days of school left, finding time for myself should probably be a little harder than it is. On one hand, I'm excited for the semester to be over - no more economics or geology. No homework for three weeks! I get to go home and see friends and family!
On the other hand, I feel like my social life is finally picking up again! :)
Tuesday night I went with a guy from my New Testament class to "A Baroque Messiah" put on by the school. It was a very good concert, and a good date. He walked me back to my place (he doesn't have a car) and then we had hot chocolate and talked for about an hour. Then I drove him to his apartment. The next day we got together and work on our New Testament homework. Definitely more questions and insights between two people. I like it.
Funny story for y'all. Last night I was in the library working on some homework and this really cute guy came and sat across from me. He was working with two other guys on a project. Somehow we kept making eye contact (no, it wouldn't be because he was nice to look at, not at all. much nicer than looking at my homework). When I got up to leave, he got up too and was on his way home. When we reached the last set of stairs he asked "how are you?" I answered "good". he introduced himself and after speaking briefly said. (hold on to your hats here!) "Look I don't really know you, but I was wondering if you would like to go on a date sometime". Haha. Does this only happen here? It was like something out of a movie! Well, short story shorter, I'm going to the play with him Saturday. I hope it will be fun and he doesn't turn out to be a creeper, 'cause that would just be creepy. ;)
And I'll probably jinx myself with this - but it was actually fairly warm and sunny today and hasn't snowed real true snow yet. YEAH!