tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369707972162200426.post7693573560695406717..comments2023-09-01T08:52:07.177-07:00Comments on Giraffes Make Me Laugh: I Beg Your Pardon . . . What I Really Wanted Was A Rose GardenTMShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11674680231294740530noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369707972162200426.post-58403632925472776232010-02-19T12:28:27.319-08:002010-02-19T12:28:27.319-08:00yes . . . from 1987/88. Which ward? I only serve...yes . . . from 1987/88. Which ward? I only served in three. Foxboro, Amherst or Wellesley.TMShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11674680231294740530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369707972162200426.post-77806857924142422352010-02-15T16:11:43.173-08:002010-02-15T16:11:43.173-08:00um... are you the same tessa meyer from the boston...um... are you the same tessa meyer from the boston mission many, many moons ago? if so, i think my dad was the bishop when you served there.the wrath of khandreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14124348938056284964noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369707972162200426.post-32092556042574299702010-02-14T08:12:59.738-08:002010-02-14T08:12:59.738-08:00And it's what is so hard to teach our children...And it's what is so hard to teach our children. I am have conversations about what sin is worse: the one you can see or the one you can't. The one you have covered up or the one you don't. "Why, ____, do you think it worse to smoke a cigarette than to hit your brother?" "Because smoking is bad for you and can kill you." "But turning into a person who can easily hurt another person is also bad; it creates a habit in you to use violence to deal with your problems . . ." And so the conversation goes, uncovering the hidden personal problems which other people can't smell or see when you walk into a room. <br /><br />I tell them, "You're just lucky yours are under cover, and don't require you to sit on the chairs outside the bishop's office."TMShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11674680231294740530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369707972162200426.post-76047831622854977782010-02-12T11:20:54.362-08:002010-02-12T11:20:54.362-08:00Prism, I totally agree with you! I'm not sure...Prism, I totally agree with you! I'm not sure if I conveyed in my comment what a hot button this is for me. I think your thoughts about personal appearance being a "vice laid open to the world" is so spot on.Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17952750484470725111noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369707972162200426.post-52362451358800293292010-02-09T18:30:53.354-08:002010-02-09T18:30:53.354-08:00Oh Tessa...this is wonderful! Contract...hmmm, wow...Oh Tessa...this is wonderful! Contract...hmmm, wow! Mine & Drew's contract would have been null & void about a year into it - life/reality came real fast! So did all the weight that I'd lost during my divorce before I met Drew. Yep, happy and a little more of the both of us since those days. Miss having you across the street girl! We still have mopeds/motor cyclist that need dealing with :) You're awesome!!Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18328704013698632203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369707972162200426.post-8112454202068832352010-02-08T14:47:25.237-08:002010-02-08T14:47:25.237-08:00Nancy, I wonder if the person who said that a woma...Nancy, I wonder if the person who said that a woman should be denied her temple recommend for gaining a lot of weight was male or female. And then I wondered which would make me madder--a woman who thinks that value is such an outwardly visible commodity, or a man who is so superficial. And what about those brethren who don't fit in the chairs as smoothly as they once did? <br /><br />Should the people I love who for various reasons, (medical, emotional and I don't presume to guess...) have gained a lot of weight be denied blessings? Should they be denied love?<br /><br />My mother was a wonderful woman, who raised a large (11 children), loving, righteous family, and was very wise. However, she was a terrible housekeeper. Once she told me that it was very hard to have her deepest vices laid open to the world, when other people are able to hide them and cover them up. <br /><br />I think that personal appearance is often judged the same way. It is our society's version of "Master, who sinned--this man or his parents?". Obviously they are at fault! <br /><br />I like being able to become "more myself" as my marriage progresses, and I pray to be able to help my husband become the man the Lord wants him to be.Prismhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10832326824464581309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369707972162200426.post-19485540060076722802010-02-04T08:00:05.715-08:002010-02-04T08:00:05.715-08:00I wonder what friend would say about Stephanie of ...I wonder what friend would say about Stephanie of NieNie Dialogue's contract. Is there a special clause about when appearance changes out of your control? I heard someone say once that a woman should be denied her temple recommend if she put on a lot of weight. I believe the bigger message here is when a woman doesn't allow herself the opportunity to take care of herself. She has put everyone first before taking care of the old bod. Now that is a common scenario. <br /><br />As to other changes that happens in people as they grow older (gain experience, etc), NOTHING in life stays the same. Isn't there a physics principle about that? Things happen to all of us (loss, disease, babies, heartache, disappointment etc) causing reactions, changes, evolving etc. To think we stay the same or even have the possibility of such is a pretty unrealistic expectation, be it physically, spiritually, emotionally, mentally etc.Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17952750484470725111noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369707972162200426.post-76604905431223424882010-02-01T07:06:12.935-08:002010-02-01T07:06:12.935-08:00I do laundry to bless my life now (and my family i...I do laundry to bless my life now (and my family incidentally!)--because I like clean, pleasant smelling clothes that are not wrinkled (although I am really bad about getting them from the "folded in the basket phase" to--you know, anything past that!). Choosing to do it as a blessing (for myself as well as for the people I love the most) instead of having it thrust upon me as a chore has made it much more pleasant. Yes, the words I choose for the job descritption make a major impact about how I feel about the job in hand. I am also working on finding the spiritual side of everyday things, and there are many hidden lessons in laundry and other every day tasks.Prismhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10832326824464581309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369707972162200426.post-78360838564204180652010-01-31T20:24:37.806-08:002010-01-31T20:24:37.806-08:00We speak the same language, my friend.We speak the same language, my friend.InkMomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05519976062467674531noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369707972162200426.post-45281978715554791562010-01-29T11:19:43.972-08:002010-01-29T11:19:43.972-08:00You know, my friend and I laughed so hard when she...You know, my friend and I laughed so hard when she first told me about the contract. We couldn't believe it. First, that SISTER would actually think that, and then that she would say it out loud. As to the life-size Barbie clause, that's not in my particular contract at all. I couldn't and haven't kept that one. (Except 2008 and on have been pretty good years). <br /><br />But, then I started thinking about it and thought, you know, if we were all more upfront about our unvoiced assumptions and expectations, people wouldn't wake up suddenly after ten years of marriage and think, "I got gypped." Which is what I see happening around me. <br /><br />There's such a tension in our faith: be humble, sacrifice, put others first, be like Christ, look to serve, don't look to satisfy your needs. Then we are told to "ask and ye shall receive, seek and ye shall find, knock and it shall be opened unto you." It's hard to even know what to ask for if you haven't looked inside for a long time. Even the process of asking seems a little vain, too assertive. <br /><br />This tension clarified itself for me a few weeks ago: I stood in the bedroom looking at dirty socks on the floor. The laundry basket was ten feet away. I thought to myself,"I don't want to pick those up, and I shouldn't have to." Even I am unemployed and the chief everything on the home front, I am hoping that my service to my family, my sacrifice for them does not require me to pick up dirty socks when the act of throwing them there is laziness. <br /><br />Now, I picked them up because I didn't want to see them there. But, I didn't pick them up because it was part of my sacrifice for my family. I don't know if I've explained the difference, but it seemed different to me. And then I explained my feelings to Kevin, who was surprised to hear me say that dirty socks on the floor bother me. Perhaps my standards are rising! (They couldn't have sunk any further). <br /><br />I like the tool analogy. It works for me. It's why every vacation is to a different place. We still go on vacation, just a different placeTMShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11674680231294740530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369707972162200426.post-14744256279185980602010-01-29T05:17:09.546-08:002010-01-29T05:17:09.546-08:00Thank Heavens my dear hubby doesn't believe in...Thank Heavens my dear hubby doesn't believe in the concept of "the contract"! Over the years he has matured into a much better looking (imho) and much more refined looking man (he voluntarily gave up his mullet--eventually, and his earring--eventually, and his beard looks much better now). <br /><br />I have changed too, not in a "good" or "bad" way--just different. My hair is not the same length or color!), my hips are wider (the three children did that), things have settled. But I am also a much kinder and less critical person than I was then. I think (to a point) that change is good--I also think that recognizing your own need for change and adventure makes you able to use it as a tool instead of having it rule you--much like bridling a horse.Prismhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10832326824464581309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369707972162200426.post-54477824667874387712010-01-28T10:15:35.945-08:002010-01-28T10:15:35.945-08:00Tessa,
My maiden name is Turner. I am small and b...Tessa,<br />My maiden name is Turner. I am small and blonde and I was very quiet back then (trust law school to fix that!). Funny how handwriting can bring back memories.Angiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04373394125196084799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369707972162200426.post-38447877882758768292010-01-27T21:33:37.460-08:002010-01-27T21:33:37.460-08:00Angie, I remember almost everybody from that class...Angie, I remember almost everybody from that class. And if you showed me your handwriting, I would remember instantly. What was your maiden name?<br /><br />I think if we were just upfront about saying what we need . . . . it will easily be given. Women, in particular, tend to go about silent, hoping that their unarticulated needs will be met. Then, we cry foul when our husbands, who would most probably lick out the garbage can if they knew that's what we really wanted, doesn't meet our needs.<br /><br />I think that was what I was musing about.TMShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11674680231294740530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369707972162200426.post-51602396512129127652010-01-27T21:31:04.302-08:002010-01-27T21:31:04.302-08:00This comment has been removed by the author.TMShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11674680231294740530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369707972162200426.post-52334925719675744942010-01-27T21:09:39.386-08:002010-01-27T21:09:39.386-08:00You doubtlessly don't remember me. I was in y...You doubtlessly don't remember me. I was in your Honors Writing 100 (?) class right after you came home from your mission (Kristen Gerdy's class). I have this vivid memory of you sitting on the floor listening to Dr. Jorgensen explain who you were. You were looking somewhat dazed (and when I came home from my mission to fall into a job and then lawschool, I finally understood the dazed look) I fell in love with your lyrical language then. I fear I will have to take your blog in measured doses lest I lose whole hours and days to your lovely language again.<br /><br />I have recognized in this post many of the failed and moldering marriages around me, where one or the other shouts of breached contracts. And it has made me wonder about the contracts my husband and I have. Never really thought of it this way. Thank you.<br /><br />angie fears embracefears.blogspot.comAngiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04373394125196084799noreply@blogger.com