Monday, March 30, 2009

Living history

I had the great opportunity to spend the weekend up at "This is the Place Heritage park" at a living conference with other crazy people like me. We got there and had a dutch oven cook off, the food was amazing but dutch oven cooking is always incredible. after we filled are stomachs to the brim with good food we had a old fashion barn dance in the hospital. we had a couple who taught us the old dances. let just say today's dancing sucks. we should go back to those days. then we were off to bed in one of the new/old builds. with heat hallelujah.
the next morning they woke us up at 7 on a sat, in not a morning person so they saw the other side of me, but thats ok because we had the rest of the day a head of us. The wonderful people at "This is the Place" had set up classes for the day and they had everything from military to tea parties to blacksmith and wood shop. may things to keep you busy and learning about the past. Being my dads daughter I spent the day with the guys at the blacksmiths, the leather shop, the tinsmith and of course the wood shop. learn how they did it in the old days, and to be honest if i was one of those four thing back in that day i would never be seen in a dress. we will have to see what i will do during the summer if im in one of those places.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Captain's Smith

HAPPY BIRTHDAY its the guy in the suite

Tuesday, March 17, 2009


you know how LDS people say they have missionary experiences and then they go on about something they did on there mission. Well i have a missionary experiences but I'm not on a mission. it is about one of the elders in my grandparents ward. they had come over one Sunday to eat at grandma and grandpas house now on Sundays I'm most likely there to help enjoy the food. well after dinner i was playing Titanic on the piano and one of the elders came over and asked me to show him how to play the song and that was fine with me but come to find out that he has never learned the scales or the notes which is just fine, because sharing your talent is a good thing. during this time i dont think he was paying much attention to what i was showing. anyway when they were leaving this one elder that i show how to play titanic shook my grandparents hand really lightly and quick without saying much to them. well he came over grabbed my hand and shook it like it was a jump rope and kepted shaking it like he was waiting for someone to jump in. say thank you for showing my how to play the piano. at this point my elbow was screaming at me and all i could thing was to pull before i have no arm left so i did. smiling we walk them to the door.
then afew days later they came back over dinner again, now i need to pratice the piano because i have lessons. during this time of pratice this elder stood right behind me watching,now i dont mind people listening but stand right over my shoulder is a bit scary. so i delt with it
and let him do so. with a thankful heart his companion asked us if they could leave us with thought. once that ended they were getting up to leave and i just turned back to the piano thinking that i would have one arm longer then the other if i shook his hand again. so i kepted playing and not to my surprise he showed up next to my shoulder wanted to shake my hand so i stop and kindly shook his hand. now during this time i dont no if his companion got distracted but kepted talk with my grandparents. dang it. smiling i started playing the piano again final the two of them were heading to the door and this one elder came back over to get another hand shake, instead of shaking it. i smiled and said good night.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Hello Dolly

To continue my acting career, im going to auction for HELLO DOLLY at Hale Theater on April 11. Its away to get my foot in the door and im so excited to see what i can give to this community.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009


Come with me to a third grade classroom..... There is a nine-year-old kid sitting at his desk and all of a sudden, there is a puddle between his feet and the front of his pants are wet. He thinks his heart is going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how this has happened. It's never happened before, and he knows that when the boys find out he will never hear the end of it. When the girls find out, they'll never speak to him again as long as he lives.
The boy believes his heart is going to stop; he puts his head down and prays this prayer, 'Dear God, this is an emergency! I need help now!
Five minutes from now I'm dead meat.'
He looks up from his prayer and here comes the teacher with a look in her eyes that says he has been discovered.
As the teacher is walking toward him, a classmate named Susie is carrying a goldfish bowl that is filled with water Susie trips in front of the teacher and inexplicably dumps the bowl of water in the boy's lap.
The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while is saying to himself, 'Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!'
Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object of ridicule, the boy is the object of sympathy. The teacher rushes him downstairs and gives him gym shorts to put on while his pants dry out. All the other children are on their hands and knees cleaning up around his desk..
The sympathy is wonderful. But as life would have it, the ridicule that should have been his has been transferred to someone else - Susie.
She tries to help, but they tell her to get out. You've done enough, you klutz!'
Finally, at the end of the day, as they are waiting for the bus, the boy walks over to Susie and whispers, 'You did that on purpose, didn't you?' Susie whispers back, 'I wet my pants once too.'

Saying Grace In A Restaurant

Last week, I took my children to a restaurant.
My six-year-old son asked if he could say grace.
As we bowed our heads he said, "God is good, God is great. Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you more if Mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And Liberty and justice for all! Amen!"
Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby, I heard a woman remark, "That's what's wrong with this country. Kids today don't even know how to pray. Asking God for ice cream! Why, I never!"

Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked me, "Did I do itwrong? Is God mad at me?"
As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job, and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table. He winked at my son and said, "I happen to know that Godthought that was a great prayer." "Really?" my son asked. "Cross my heart," the man replied.
Then, in a theatrical whisper, he added (indicating the woman whose remark had started this whole thing), "Too bad she never asks God for ice cream A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes."Naturally, I bought my kids ice cream at the end of the meal. My son stared at his for a moment, and then did something I will remember therest of my life.
He picked up his sundae and, without a word, walked over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big smile he told her, "Here, this is for you. Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes; and my soul is good already."