Friday, October 30, 2009

Less than moral women, Honey, Hair

The last part of this week has been rough. Nothing imparticular I can point out, but it seems like as soon as it got to Wednesday I was walking through a bog to get to Friday. Yesterday, PJ got home at 7:30 and asked if I would go home teaching with him. I was playing The Sims3 and he had yet to eat dinner, but if he was willing to go after working a 12 hr. day driving around all over metro ATL, I knew I couldn't come up with a good enough excuse. We like the family anyway ;)

PJ shared a message about compromise and used Sampson as an example. He was a very righteous man and he had to follow the covenants God had given him so he could continue to be blessed with the blessings which made life easier to live. For a refresher course, the covenants were to not marry outside the covenant (or outside Isreal), to not eat certain things and to not cut his hair. Being beguiled by the infamous Delilah, he broke all these covenants and the scripture that stood out to me was that he didn't know the spirit had left him after doing so. PJ also pointed out Sampson thought he had his strength up until the Philistines poked his eyes out and bound him up to two columns.

It is of interest to note that these covenants are not very different from the things we are asked today. We are asked to marry within the church for the eternal blessings promised, to eat a nutritional diet and keep our bodies as fit as possible, and in place of hair, I'll go out on a limb and say we are asked to be modest. Such easy concepts, but also very easy to find a way to not follow them whole heartedly. At the root of these thought processes is selfishness. "God will understand if I can't make it to church, he knows my heart." "I don't think God really cares if I drink every once and a while." "Why would God care if I showed my shoulder." "I know I shouldn't do _______ but God understands". We are told over and over again the commandments God has given us are not to hinder ourselves, but to set us free, to help us live a blessed life, and to be able to help others do the same. The actions in themselves may not be sin, but going against God's word and will is. Sampson didn't think he was in any trouble until he was neck deep in it.

How long will we linger in darkness? How long will we cling to that which has no eternal value? How much will we compromise?

Monday, October 19, 2009

Praises

I really want to appreciate some of the things I love. Praises for:

~ PJ!
~ Coca cola. Cold. Coca Cola.
~ QUEEN.
~ interstates
~ clean clothes (using Tide)
~ the cool weather and sunny skies
~ the Gospel (all inclusive including Jesus the Christ)
~ home cooked meals
~ work
~ families

I got to see my new little neice this weekend and it's wierd how much I love and care for her and she has done nothing in return but spit up and poot on me. Same for my almost 3 year old nephew but not the spit up and poot part. He's just so darn loveable! My sister's doing a great job.

Also, I got a new boss at my work and have been told I will be taking on more responsibilities. Yipee!

Finally, on news talk 750, there's a preacher that gets on and shares a spiritual message and usually he has the right idea and pretty interesting rhetoric. Today he tried to give proof of why Jesus is who he said he was. At the end of his devotional he said "the apostles all died preaching of this truth- that Jesus Christ died and was resurrected and no one would die for a lie. Someone would have squeeled". I thought "awesome! If that proves Christianity you just proved that Joseph Smith indeed told the truth and that the Gospel is true!". Word Up.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

I Was Warned

When PJ and I first started dating, he told me he had horrible luck with cars. I didn't really (want to) believe him and I brushed it off.

Soon after we started dating, we got in his car one night to go somewhere and it wouldn't work. I can't explain it because I don't know much about cars but basically his clutch was stuck and it wouldn't work because it was stuck in a higher gear... or something. He got it fixed.

Then we were out of school for the summer, so he came down to GA and I went back to my mom's house. We would meet up at school and visit with our friends occasionally. On one such occasion right near the end of the summer, I was driving to go meet PJ at school after working until 10 or so when I got a message that he had a flat tire and needed me to come get him. So off I went to try to rescue him. Except it was bell cher weekend and traffic was horrible. So in short, my car overheated and completely shut off. 3 hours, a tow truck, and a borrowed car later, I was off to look for PJ. He (driving 10 MPH on the interstate) got his car to a tire place, parked it, next day we drove down there, got a new tire, got to school, life went on. (with out big red, may she rest in peace)

In the winter, I was off campus and relied heavily for PJ to come pick me up in the morning and take me to class. His car started acting funny however. Some days it would need a jump to start. His lights would get really dim, and forget turning on the heat. We finally figured out that he had left the oil cap off one time after putting oil in his car, oil got everywhere, including in the alternator and he needed a new one. Check, NEXT!

Fast forward to our honey moon. We got in a wreck. A big white van rear ended us and drove away. Insurence paid for that one. Whew!

Then comes last winter. We heard something squeaking every time we drove his car and his belt that turns the alternator kept on popping off. It has been an ongoing problem, cheap enough to fix, until you find out the alternator is no longer attatched to the car! SO, most recently PJ has been trying to rig some bolts up to where the alternator will stay in place so the belts can turn properly. Which is why I was stranded in my previous post, because a bolt had come out, a belt was loose, no longer turning the water pump.

Which leads me to last night/today. Yesterday, as soon as I got home, I got a call from PJ asking me to come get him. Apparently the bolt he used to replace the last bolt that fell out, fell out and the alternator was no longer charging the battery which means no juice for the car. We got a battery, rigged the alternator (PJ worked on it all night last night poor thing) and if history serves us right we should have another 6 mos. until the next breakdown right? Nope take this morning- the tire to the van completely flat. SO! We have: rigged the alternator, bought a new battery, fixed the tire, got a new light covor for the miata... Dang it. I was warned.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Did You Know?

I've been using proactive for a little over a year now and it worked decently well. My skin cleared up, not as well as in the commercial, but I didn't exactly expect it to. Then I spoke to a friend (Hoyle) and she told me about basically an off-brand proactive that was a lot less. So I recently cancelled my account with proactive and am now using Acne-Free and it works a lot better! Within the last week my skin has cleared up so much it's amazing. I don't feel like a zit faced teenager anymore. I might actually look 21!

I always thought when you went to buy a car/house you basically gave the car dealership/house seller an "IOU" of sorts. Only recently did I find out that someone else (a bank) buys it for you and you pay them back. Good to know.

Pregnancy's Gross.

I'm still learning how to spell. Most recently I am proud to say I know how to spell receive. "I" before "E" except after "C".

I'm also learning that outside the church, the lifestyle I live and want to live is really wierd. I had a woman (same as in my previous post) ask me what my career was going to be. I said "a mom". She looked at me and said, "but what are you going to do for a living". Oh I dunno, have kids, give them to someone else to raise, have a career that I don't even like, be surprised when my 2 year old calls the teacher at the day care mommy instead of me... People were also shocked to find that on my 21st birthday I was more excited about shopping than drinking. Get a lot of clothes I can wear over and over, or throw up all night on my nice clothes and have to go shopping anyway. So that's what it means to be a peculiar people!

Lastly, the chicken did indeed come before the egg.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

On a Personal Note

A woman pulled me aside yesterday at work and we chatted for a bit. She has her own real estate business outside the job she works with me and she was telling me about how in her experience women don't like to see woman succeed. She started into examples, and I said "Oh, I know exactly what you mean". You see, having a major where everything matters, I know all to well experienceing people not wanting you to succeed. I miss acting and dance class and learning new songs, but I don't miss college.

I am in no way being overdramatic or exagerating when I say in the first 2 weeks of college I was deemed untalented, rude, and less than moral (all by my peers mind you). This is a big deal because there were only 13 people in my freshman class in the department, maybe a handful older than us also in the department. I had always considered myself a nice person, could always make friends easily but that came to a screeching halt. By the 2nd month of college I was dating PJ- everyone loved PJ, so that just made people hate me more.I have to admit I'm still a little bit scarred from it. When you find the only reason people talk to you is to get information from you, and then talk to everyone else about it, you stop wanting to talk to people. I tried everything to please these people, but of course, nothing worked. By my 2nd year of college I was off campus and I was still in a soririty, but that wasn't very long lasting once I found that even my "sisters" were talking about me. So I detached from everything. I went to class, went to rehersal, then went home. One girl started to befriend me and told me over and over again "I had no idea you'd be so nice!". And also while performing the last play of the year before I transferred out "I had no idea you could act as well as you do!".

I always asked myself what am I doinig wrong? Why am I not good enough for these people? But I see now that nothing is good enough for them. The "friends" they have/had aren't really friends- they do the same thing to them as they did to me, but they actually put up with it. I always heard in High School "real friends won't want you to feel uncomfortable or do things that would hurt you" and I have to say I didn't find this out until college. Now that we're back in the real world, I still have my gaurd up. There was a lesson a couple Sunday's ago about friendship and people were sharing wonderful messages about them and their friends and I just sat and thought "that doesn't really happen" but really, when people come up to me even at church and try to talk to me I think "what are they trying to get. don't tell them everything April, just keep it on the surface." People talk about how we have a "sisterhood" there and I think, "yah, I had a sisterhood once- very exclusive and it didn't work out very well".

But I would like it to work out well this time. I would like to be in a functional sisterhood. So this is a public, and formal apology to any of you who might have been snubbed, or got their feelings hurt by anything I might have said or done. It's nothing personal and in no way intentional. I simply have baggage that is taking longer than I would like to admit to get rid of.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Practically Perfect in Every Way

I love, LOVE General Conference weekend. I have the ultmate reason to stay home and do nothing from 12-6 both Saturday and Sunday. Some people really don't care for 2 days of church, but I'm not complaining about sitting on my couch watching my computer all day. I even cleaned Friday night so I really could do nothing all weekend. And hearing from the General Authorities isn't bad either :).
During one of the breaks between conferences, I flipped by the foodnetwork channel and caught Paula Dean making her ever famous, ever fatning, ever yummy looking desserts. One that really stood out to both me and PJ was her Cookie Dough Truffles. Luckily, I had received cookie dough as a presant from a wonderful sister I home teach and I had some unused chocolate morsels sitting lonely in my cubbord, so I thought "Why not!". All I had to do was melt the chocolate, roll the dough up in little balls, dip them in and viola! Let them cool in the freezer for the last session to snack on. They are too good too. PJ actually said they were a bit too sugary for him, but hey more chocolate for me always makes me a happier person. They don't look so pretty in this picture, but you've just GOT to try it! 15 stars for Paula Dean- the gold ones too!