Although these berries look and tasted amazing. All the effort that went into getting them ready for the freezer and later in jars for jam was worth every hour. And every finger nail that has turned bright red after cutting all the berries. Ha ha!
Friday, May 27, 2011
Friday's Findings
Well it's Friday once more. Not a lot to think about today. Was too busy getting 48 lbs of strawberries ready for the freezer. That's a whole lot of berries. I think it took me several hours. Keep in mind that in those several hours I had to stop 2 wars, feed an army, clean up after the army. Keep millions of hands out of berries. And discuss life's mysteries with my dearest husband. So not much to talk or think about today.
Although these berries look and tasted amazing. All the effort that went into getting them ready for the freezer and later in jars for jam was worth every hour. And every finger nail that has turned bright red after cutting all the berries. Ha ha!
Although these berries look and tasted amazing. All the effort that went into getting them ready for the freezer and later in jars for jam was worth every hour. And every finger nail that has turned bright red after cutting all the berries. Ha ha!
Friday Findings
Somethings that I have thought about today and may be deep and intelligent or really just might be funny and really not important.
Bar soap is a really good cleaner.
As much as we don't want to hear it, but good ol bar soap can be the best facial cleaner there is. Yes I know that we all love the lotions and potions that we put on our faces. We love the way they smell, the way the feel. The ways the wrinkles disappear when we use them. (Ok maybe not that one). But sometimes it's good to back to the basics. Now that said I am still on the search for the best ever face wash, lotion, and fountain of youth as the next woman. It's just something that I have found out.(Of course had to use soap, cause I was to lazy to pull out the potions. What do ya know my face is clearing up. Haha!)
Laundry never ends
I thought that I was totally caught up. Yup I thought I had beat that monster. You know that one I'm talking about. It lurks every where. In closets, bathrooms, corners, under beds. In my case in the trunk of my car. Well It grew while I was not looking. It grabbed me with it's mismatched talons (socks) and drug me down to the fiery pit of despair. (That would be the laundry room). Now I'm stuck! Oh poop!
I can only change the way I act.
I wish that I could change the way people acted. But alas the world would be a horrible place if I could. We are all so very different. I have no control of what people do, say or perceive things. The only thing I have control on is how I act, what I do and how I perceive things. It's hard to deal with. At times you want to scream and show the many faults you feel peole have. But that is not my job. ( nor do I want it to be) I choose to take everything in stride. Some times my stride shortens and it stumbles, sometimes it lengthens so that I can get away faster. But that's my choice. I choose to face things head on. may cry in the background when the lights are down, but I will change for the better.
A clean house is a Happy House
WHAT! Did I just say that. Yes I love a clean house. It looks so inviting. That being said maybe my house is messy sot hat people don't feel invited to stay. It's easier to feel the promptings of the Spirit when there is now clutter. No clutter not he tables, counters etc. With that gone we can focus on decluttereing our minds. A clean mind is one that is used for good. One the Savior is able to talk to. One that he is able to use to help His children that need. With that said timer o clean my house.
Kid = Noise
I'm not talking about goats. Although goats are noisy too. For some reason children are noise makers. They don't seem to have a level. Well they do the only level they have is loud. Especially when their cream falls on the ground. It does not matter how many you have. One to one hundred they are noisy. Embrace the sound. Soon it won't be there and then what, The haunting sound of silence. On that note have fum!
Exercise is to be therapeutic
Ok, who ever came up with that idea is a ding dong. I have never met someone while in a spin class, warrior one or running a marathon say in the middle of the moment. " Man this is so therapeutic. I'm on cloud nine. I wish I could do this all day." Now that being said. I do like a good workout. I may not like it in the beginning or the middle but the end is great. Wether running, swimming ( although I'm always worried about something attacking me. And yes I do swim in a pool. Something could come up through the jets and attack me. haha), lifting. It does clear the head bit and put things back in perspective. Things could always be worse. Like a big huge hill at the end of run WHAT! Or a swimsuit malfunction in the middle of a lap. Or big sweaty guy using the weight bench before you and not cleaning it. ( Yucka!) So it is true exercise in the end is therapeutic. Not in the beginning or the middle but it sure feels great to be done. Haha!
I may not be perfect, but parts of me are fantastic
This statement is soooooo true. Yes none of us are perfect. But we do have parts that are fantastic. I don't like the way my body looks. There are spots that I feel are not pretty, or clear enough, bright enough or places that are a bit wobbly or bent. But I really do have fantastic hair. I have pretty fantastic eyebrows. I think we look at ourselves with a lot of disdain. We pick our selves apart. We nit pick, we distort, we look at our selves though fun house mirrors. Yes there may be something we don't like or wish was better. But lets dwell on the things that are fantastic. Your smile, your hair, your positive attitude, your comforting arms. your twinkly eyes. your charm. your voice. These are the fantastic things. Everyone has something that is great. The more we dwell on the fantastic the more we see. And the more perfect we become.
Bar soap is a really good cleaner.
As much as we don't want to hear it, but good ol bar soap can be the best facial cleaner there is. Yes I know that we all love the lotions and potions that we put on our faces. We love the way they smell, the way the feel. The ways the wrinkles disappear when we use them. (Ok maybe not that one). But sometimes it's good to back to the basics. Now that said I am still on the search for the best ever face wash, lotion, and fountain of youth as the next woman. It's just something that I have found out.(Of course had to use soap, cause I was to lazy to pull out the potions. What do ya know my face is clearing up. Haha!)
Laundry never ends
I thought that I was totally caught up. Yup I thought I had beat that monster. You know that one I'm talking about. It lurks every where. In closets, bathrooms, corners, under beds. In my case in the trunk of my car. Well It grew while I was not looking. It grabbed me with it's mismatched talons (socks) and drug me down to the fiery pit of despair. (That would be the laundry room). Now I'm stuck! Oh poop!
I can only change the way I act.
I wish that I could change the way people acted. But alas the world would be a horrible place if I could. We are all so very different. I have no control of what people do, say or perceive things. The only thing I have control on is how I act, what I do and how I perceive things. It's hard to deal with. At times you want to scream and show the many faults you feel peole have. But that is not my job. ( nor do I want it to be) I choose to take everything in stride. Some times my stride shortens and it stumbles, sometimes it lengthens so that I can get away faster. But that's my choice. I choose to face things head on. may cry in the background when the lights are down, but I will change for the better.
A clean house is a Happy House
WHAT! Did I just say that. Yes I love a clean house. It looks so inviting. That being said maybe my house is messy sot hat people don't feel invited to stay. It's easier to feel the promptings of the Spirit when there is now clutter. No clutter not he tables, counters etc. With that gone we can focus on decluttereing our minds. A clean mind is one that is used for good. One the Savior is able to talk to. One that he is able to use to help His children that need. With that said timer o clean my house.
Kid = Noise
I'm not talking about goats. Although goats are noisy too. For some reason children are noise makers. They don't seem to have a level. Well they do the only level they have is loud. Especially when their cream falls on the ground. It does not matter how many you have. One to one hundred they are noisy. Embrace the sound. Soon it won't be there and then what, The haunting sound of silence. On that note have fum!
Exercise is to be therapeutic
Ok, who ever came up with that idea is a ding dong. I have never met someone while in a spin class, warrior one or running a marathon say in the middle of the moment. " Man this is so therapeutic. I'm on cloud nine. I wish I could do this all day." Now that being said. I do like a good workout. I may not like it in the beginning or the middle but the end is great. Wether running, swimming ( although I'm always worried about something attacking me. And yes I do swim in a pool. Something could come up through the jets and attack me. haha), lifting. It does clear the head bit and put things back in perspective. Things could always be worse. Like a big huge hill at the end of run WHAT! Or a swimsuit malfunction in the middle of a lap. Or big sweaty guy using the weight bench before you and not cleaning it. ( Yucka!) So it is true exercise in the end is therapeutic. Not in the beginning or the middle but it sure feels great to be done. Haha!
I may not be perfect, but parts of me are fantastic
This statement is soooooo true. Yes none of us are perfect. But we do have parts that are fantastic. I don't like the way my body looks. There are spots that I feel are not pretty, or clear enough, bright enough or places that are a bit wobbly or bent. But I really do have fantastic hair. I have pretty fantastic eyebrows. I think we look at ourselves with a lot of disdain. We pick our selves apart. We nit pick, we distort, we look at our selves though fun house mirrors. Yes there may be something we don't like or wish was better. But lets dwell on the things that are fantastic. Your smile, your hair, your positive attitude, your comforting arms. your twinkly eyes. your charm. your voice. These are the fantastic things. Everyone has something that is great. The more we dwell on the fantastic the more we see. And the more perfect we become.
" Life is like a bowl of Cherries"
Some one once said that " life is like a bowl of cherries." Well were they alluding to the fact that it was beautiful and full of flavour. Or the fact that in that bowl is a bunch of pits. I have thought about this phrase for sometime now and have come to this conclusion. Yes Life is like a bowl of wonderful, delicious plump cherries. The colour of the fruit is warm and inviting. Intense and intriguing. Every bite explodes with a juicy flavor that is sweet yet holds a hint of tartness. It's hard to explain what a cherry tastes like. When asked all we can say in reply is "It tastes like a cherry." Yet in the midst of this little treasure, is a pit. A hard little stone that hurts if bit into. For younger children learning the art of eating a cherry, is very messy to get out. And for us that may have mastered the "pop in mouth and spit out pit, while still chewing" method. It's still a pain. There have been contraptions made through time that is to help alleviate this problem. This nuisance, this set back in the enjoyment of the cherry.
Well, " life is like a bowl of cherries." The fruit is a joy to eat. It's hard to stop. And yes with every bite there is a pit. Life is just like that. We are given so many wonderful blessings. Our bowls are full, yet there are pits. There are trials that have to be waded through, chewed up and spit out. It can be messy, just like a young child eating a cherry. It's a messy business getting those pits, wading through trial. There is no fancy gadget of gizmo that make life any easier. Nothing is going to make the pits go away. Yet there is something that makes it tolerable if not easier to deal with. Faith in Jesus Christ. This is not a sermon. This is my testimony of my Savior. It is Him that make the pitts in my life easier to manage. It is Him that helps me take them out, so that I may be able to enjoy the beauty of the fruit. I have many struggles in my life. I may seem strong. I may seem put together. I may seem like I have no cares in the world. My bowl is full of sweet cherries. Well, I am not strong. My Savior is strong. I am not put together. My Savior is put together. I have many cares in this world. My Savior cares about me in this world. My bowl is as full as yours. And has just as many pitts.
I have been contemplating this blog for a while. I don't want it to be a venting session. I want it to be a healing session. I session that I can look back and laugh at. Cry at. Know that I'm not alone at. And maybe just maybe help at. We all have pitts and some pitts are the same as others. We need to help others and our selves over come them so that we may savor the taste of the the cherry.
I find help in my Savior. I find help in my husband. I find help in my children. I find help in my friends and I find help in talking about life.
Well, " life is like a bowl of cherries." The fruit is a joy to eat. It's hard to stop. And yes with every bite there is a pit. Life is just like that. We are given so many wonderful blessings. Our bowls are full, yet there are pits. There are trials that have to be waded through, chewed up and spit out. It can be messy, just like a young child eating a cherry. It's a messy business getting those pits, wading through trial. There is no fancy gadget of gizmo that make life any easier. Nothing is going to make the pits go away. Yet there is something that makes it tolerable if not easier to deal with. Faith in Jesus Christ. This is not a sermon. This is my testimony of my Savior. It is Him that make the pitts in my life easier to manage. It is Him that helps me take them out, so that I may be able to enjoy the beauty of the fruit. I have many struggles in my life. I may seem strong. I may seem put together. I may seem like I have no cares in the world. My bowl is full of sweet cherries. Well, I am not strong. My Savior is strong. I am not put together. My Savior is put together. I have many cares in this world. My Savior cares about me in this world. My bowl is as full as yours. And has just as many pitts.
I have been contemplating this blog for a while. I don't want it to be a venting session. I want it to be a healing session. I session that I can look back and laugh at. Cry at. Know that I'm not alone at. And maybe just maybe help at. We all have pitts and some pitts are the same as others. We need to help others and our selves over come them so that we may savor the taste of the the cherry.
I find help in my Savior. I find help in my husband. I find help in my children. I find help in my friends and I find help in talking about life.
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