The wedding is over and I'm back home... Yeah!

The end of April, I drove over to Utah to play Grandma and mother of the bride. The first few days were spent driving from SLC to Lanette's apartment in Provo. Iris was in NICU at Primary Children's Hospital and was doing very well. Only two people were allowed to visit her at a time, so I spent mostly afternoons there and evenings in Provo. After seeing Iris, I really wanted her to have a girlie room, so Shaun, Lanette and I went shopping while David tagged along. (Poor guy.) We chose - PINK! So a lot of my time was used making a new crib blanket and curtains. Iris came home and I was quickly reminded of those sleepless nights when I was young...

The time in Provo went quickly, and then I headed up north to Clearfield, where Rachel lives. Monday, I baked cakes with my sister Danna and my mom. Tuesday, we worked on centerpieces with Aunt Linda. Wednesday, the cake was iced (decorated on Thursday), The real stress began on Thursday when the flowers arrived on Thursday - well most of them, and the shopping for fruits, veggies and nuts for the reception. Many helping hands helped prepare the food. Friday, we arose early to head to the church where the whole day was spent preparing the cultural hall and making a few boutonnieres and corsages. We then headed to the motel and met Lanette, Shaun, Iris, David and Karina and enjoyed some family time. After going to a nearby restaurant, we arrived back to the motel to find Jay's brother was also staying there.

Friday, we left early for the temple. It was a lovely day and a beautiful sealing. Rachel looked beautiful, the boys looked good in their 'eggplant' ties and the girls looked nice in their dresses. I made a lavender dress for Iris and it turned out very cute, though way too big. The reception went well and I was delighted that my first missionary companion came to say hi. The Jones song was cute and sounded pretty goo. After it was over, I was contemplating that everything went well. Shortly after that, Lanette called to say that their car had broken down ten miles down the interstate toward Provo. Jay took off to help them and I stayed behind to clean. Karina & I hung out waiting and Jacob, David and Jeremy played basketball in the gym. (Sam was with Lanette.) It was a bit crazy waiting for Jay's return, but it went by quickly.

Karina came home with us on Monday and plans to stay until the 18th. It is so good to be back to my own bed and kitchen and to enjoy privacy. I'm so grateful for family. I'm so proud of my kids. Lanette is so sweet with Iris, David is working as a research assistant for Dr. Nelson (I assume an engineering professor) and Karina intends to work hard this summer to earn the monies for fall and winter terms.

We enjoyed a visit with Rachel and her fiance, Brian. They contributed to an unforgettable weekend. Their flight was late, which prompted a call to the Portland Temple to see how that would affect our schedule for Rachel's own ordinance work. Found out that they had us scheduled for Thursday (the day before), but were gracious and worked us into their schedule (Friday). After parking at the temple, Rachel went to her purse to find the temple recommends and didn't find them - so the temple workers had to call some church leaders in Utah. That should have been enough adventure for one weekend, but no - after a pleasant time visiting with Springfield friends, we drove to Grants Pass. Enjoyed a leisurely Saturday morning and then Rachel and Brian drove down to Medford to pick up a rental car. On their way back, they stopped at Walmart for a few last minute things. Ooops, someone ran into them. With the stress of filling out police reports, contacting the rental agency and the financial concern of the damaged rental car, they were only 40 minutes late to the Grants Pass Open House. Whew! They are going to need a vacation to recuperate from this one. I really like Brian. He is quite the gentleman, polite and courteous, and not only knows how to help after dinner - but is willing! He gets lots of 'brownie points' for that!




~Iris Madeline ~
April 8th, 2011
8:04am ~ 5lbs 14oz
18.5 Inches


Iris, named after Lanette’s dear friend, DoRIS MADELINE Proffit, has a diaphramatic hernia, and so basically some of her intestines are in her lungs right now and some other organs are not where they belong. (I think...) She is in the NICU, had surgery on Saturday and is doing very well. This birth defect is relatively common and Physicians are optimistic that everything will be fine. In the meantime, prayers would be appreciated.

The good news: her birth parents have done as they have planned and have signed papers that will allow Lanette and Shaun to adopt her. She is a ward of the state until final adoption, but Lanette and Shaun are her guardians and are responsible for her.

Last, but not least, David turned 23 on Saturday and celebrated the day with an eight hour engineering test. I had forgot it was his birthday, so fortunately Jay's mother reminded me that morning. The day was busy preparing a nice family meal and finishing things up for the open house and it wasn't until 10:50pm that I thought about it again. (That's 11:50 pm in Utah.) I hum hahed a bit, trying to decide what to do. Then decided, that regardless of the time, I couldn't NOT call him, even if it was just to leave a message. That's what I ended up doing and he called back the next morning. Actually, about 10 minutes later. He chatted with Jay, told him about a date he initiated where he and Amy went on a Leaf Hike to find a variety of leaves. He also mentioned that Karina took him a birthday breakfast at 4:30am, and that he felt that he had done well on his engineering test.

Children make us so happy! (most of the time)

Yes --- I'm still alive...






Hello everyone. The last 24 hours have been full of good news, so I'll share it as the highlight of my email.

Rachel is ready to announce her engagement to Brian Bench and the wedding date is May 7th, in the Bountiful Temple. Jay was asked his permission around Thanksgiving, so we've been anxiously awaiting the time when we could share the exciting news. Needless to say, my mind has been abuzz with activity thinking about the fun ahead... Utah visits, family time, sewing stuff, and spending money! Whoo Hoo! Also, Rachel started a full-time position as a preschool teacher last week. She loves it and I'm so pleased for her!

Jay and I celebrated our 25th anniversary with a "Coastal Drive" beginning in Klamath, California. We drove all the way up to Astoria, Oregon, then into Washington and down to Portland. I would highly recommend the Mystery of Trees in the Redwoods of Northern California. The scenery was beautiful, especially the coast in Brookings and the lighthouses. As we headed up north, the weather seemed to digress and we were surrounded with clouds, rain and dismal days. But we enjoyed our leisurely drive.

Jacob is planning another Eagle project at the girl's campground in Lake of the Woods. He continues to covet machines - now it's a lathe -, and he has an order for his jewelry boxes. Three boxes for $200 and that's for a friend. Jeremy is learning to use the power tools in woodshop and plans to attend the snowcamp this weekend with Sam and Jay. Sam went last week to build his igloo, but there was not enough snow - so they built it of wood. The funny thing is, we've had a Ton of rain/wet snow - so I bet the wood cave is now covered with snow! I am so glad that I'm not ever invited to these things. Brrr...

Anyway, we are all well and looking forward to a busy spring.

George Goddard...

My great something pioneering ancestor was referred to in this talk by Elder Oaks. It's very inspiring. I hope you enjoy it, too.

Nourishing the Spirit
By Elder Dallin H. Oaks
Of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles, Ensign, Dec 1998, p. 7
From a devotional address given at Ricks College on 13 February 1996.
Among the most important things parents can do for their children is to provide them with worthy examples and with opportunities for personal religious experiences. Statistical studies of Church members in North America show that the example of parents is the most important single factor in shaping the behavior and beliefs of youth. These studies also show that family experiences are the strongest methods of affecting religious behavior—clearly exceeding the effect of Church activities. Family religious observances when young people are adolescents are important predictors of their values and behaviors when they become young adults.
The same effect shows up when the scholars study those who become what they call “disaffiliated” from the Church. Where the family is religious in its ideals and practices, the proportion of youth who remain lifetime active participants in the Church is four times higher than that of those raised in families that are not religious.
None of this is surprising, but it is sobering. Think of the responsibility parents assume when they neglect family religious observances or when they engage in behaviors they would not recommend for their children. Further, intellectual methods and experiences are not sufficient to transmit faith and spirituality. Parents who fail to provide their children with good examples and positive personal religious experiences seriously jeopardize the transmission of faith and spirituality to the next generation.
Parents teach most effectively by what their children see them do. The parental examples that influenced me most were my mother’s expressions of faith in God, her absolute support and total noncriticism of the leaders of the Church, and her faithful payment of tithing, even when times were hard.
I will describe three parental examples of the kind that give children the spiritual nourishment to sustain them throughout their lives.
Levi M. Savage was a Latter-day Saint pioneer called to settle eastern Arizona . Year after year, he labored faithfully in his assigned area. Finally, after his large family was reared, he wanted a little rest. He would not ask to be released from his mission, but he allowed his stake president to contact President Joseph F. Smith in Salt Lake City to advise that at age 70 Brother Savage was still “doing day’s work on the Woodruff Dam, walking six miles to and from the place of his work.” The emissary asked whether Brother Savage had fulfilled his mission and could now leave and live in another place, but added that “he is willing to stay provided we think it is best for him to do so.” The president of the Church sent word that Brother Savage should “consider himself free to make his home elsewhere” (Joseph F. Smith, quoted in Nels Anderson, Desert Saints [1966], 359).
After receiving that word, Brother Savage remained for an additional time until the new dam was built to get the water into the valley again. Only then did Levi Savage feel relieved of the duty imposed on him by priesthood authority in 1871, 47 years earlier. What a heritage of faith and service for the spiritual inheritance of his posterity and others!
My second example also comes from pioneer times. When the Saints needed a large quantity of rags to process in their paper mill, the First Presidency asked bishops to sponsor rag drives in their local wards and settlements. In 1861, President Brigham Young called George Goddard, a loyal Church member, on a “rag mission” to promote this effort. Brother Goddard recalled:
“[This calling] was a severe blow to my native pride. … After being known in the community for years, as a merchant and auctioneer, and then to be seen on the streets going from door to door with a basket on one arm and an empty sack on the other, enquiring for rags at every house. Oh, what a change in the aspect of affairs. … When President Young first made the proposition, the humiliating prospect almost stunned me, but a few moments’ reflection reminded me that I came to these valleys of the mountains from my native country, England , for the purpose of doing the will of my Heavenly Father, my time and means must be at His disposal. I, therefore, answered President Young in the affirmative” (quoted in Leonard J. Arrington, Great Basin Kingdom [1966], 115).
For over three years, George Goddard traveled from Franklin, Idaho, in the north to Sanpete County, Utah, in the south, visiting hundreds of houses. On Sundays he preached what were called “rag sermons.” By the end of this three-year mission, he had collected more than 100,000 pounds of rags for the paper project. It was humble work, but it was essential for the progress of his community, and it was assigned by priesthood authority.

My third example is more modern. In Tongan Saints: Legacy of Faith (Laie, Hawaii: Institute for Polynesian Studies, 1991), BYU—Hawaii President Eric B. Shumway shares something he experienced as a young missionary in Tonga . He was invited to the evening meal of a faithful Tongan family who were living in what we would call extreme poverty. Brother Shumway writes:
“Now the Kinikini family had no plantation and no animals on Tongatapu, except for a small flock of ducks that eventually dwindled to one little duckling. When I sat down on the floor in the family circle that night, four young children watched their mother put pieces of boiled breadfruit before each one of us. Then, before me, she put a freshly boiled duckling. The sight and the aroma of this delicacy made a visible impression on the children who were sitting quietly with their hands clasped in their lap. It was clear that the duckling was for me.
“ ‘I’ll not eat this by myself,’ I said to Brother Tevita Muli. ‘We will all share.’
“Before I could start dividing it, Tevita Muli quickly interrupted, ‘No, you will eat it by yourself. It is yours!’
“‘But your children?’ I protested.
“‘They do not want to touch it,’ he continued. ‘You honor them by eating it yourself. Some day they will be proud to tell their children they went without kiki (meat), so that a servant of the Lord might eat and be filled’ ” (page 10).
Parental examples like these provide spiritual nourishment and build faith in children and others who observe. This is the kind of teaching that builds testimony and passes faith and spirituality to the next generation.
Jesus’ words to the Samaritan woman at Jacob’s well remind us of the difference between worldly things and heavenly things, between physical nourishment and spiritual nourishment. “Whosoever drinketh of this water shall thirst again,” He told the woman.
“But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life” (John 4:13–14).
Jesus frequently used the familiar examples of food and drink to teach His lessons. In the Beatitudes He declared, “Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness, for they shall be filled” (Matt. 5:6). The inspired account in the Book of Mormon reveals the spiritual means by which this promise is fulfilled: “… for they shall be filled with the Holy Ghost” (3 Ne. 12:6; emphasis added). In the Book of Mormon we also learn that partaking of the emblems of the sacrament—bread and water—is one of the means by which this is accomplished:
“He that eateth this bread eateth of my body to his soul; and he that drinketh of this wine drinketh of my blood to his soul; and his soul shall never hunger nor thirst, but shall be filled” (3 Ne. 20:8).
Similarly, John reports Jesus’ saying: “I am the bread of life: he that cometh to me shall never hunger; and he that believeth on me shall never thirst” (John 6:35).
When we think of how to teach our children the things of the Spirit—how to give them the living water and the bread of life—we should understand that this must be done in the Lord’s way, not in the world’s way. Elder Bruce R. McConkie of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles wrote:
“A special standard of judgment is needed to prove anything in the spiritual realm. No scientific research, no intellectual inquiry, no investigative processes known to mortal man can prove that God is a personal being, that all men will be raised in immortality, and that repentant souls are born of the Spirit. … Spiritual verities can be proven only by spiritual means” (The Millennial Messiah [1982], 175).
Intellectual methods—study and reason—are essential to our progress toward eternal life, but they are not sufficient. They can prepare the way. They can get the mind ready to receive the Spirit. But what the scriptures call conversion—the change of mind and heart that gives us the direction and strength to move resolutely toward eternal life—comes only by the witness and power of the Holy Spirit.
President James E. Faust taught this same truth when he urged us to nurture what he called “a simple, untroubled faith,” observing that we sometimes “spend time satisfying our intellectual egos and trying to find all the answers before we accept any.” He continued: “We are all in pursuit of truth and knowledge. The nurturing of simple, untroubled faith does not limit us in the pursuit of growth and accomplishment. On the contrary, it may intensify and hasten our progress” (Reach Up for the Light, 15).
Gospel truths and testimony are received from the Holy Ghost through prayerful seeking, through faith, through scripture study, through righteous living, through listening to inspired communications and counsel, through serious conversations with persons of faith, and through reverent personal study and quiet contemplation. It is by these means that our souls are nourished and we realize the promise given in 3 Nephi that we will be “filled with the Holy Ghost.”

Highlights of the week...




Halloween
Sam lost ANOTHER tooth!
Abby... and Dad's 'HAIRDO'.

Halloween was celebrated three times this year.

* Our ward activity on the 16th. Jay worked in the fish pond with the little ones all night long. Mom had an attitude and went home with Jacob. Jeremy wandered and Sam and Louis hung around for the evening as an unlikely pair - DUCK and BEAVER. They are way too cute. It included games in the building and then 'trunk and treating' outside in the parking lot.
* Then someone in the ward created a list for Saturday night. (We had about 30-40 kids then.)
* And of course, Halloween night we had another bunch.

Last night, the Ledesma family came over for dinner and Abby was on a roll. She first RAN up to me to give me a hug. Then she RAN around the house like a banshee and then she made her first mistake , she RAN to Dad. He grabbed her and trapped her for quite some time. But it was very amusing. He taught her the 'salt shaker trick.' Hmm, if you don't know what that is, you'll have to ask him for a show. He'd love to do it for you. That lasted for a long long time. She loved seeing him shake all that salt on the table and was anxious to do it herself. Hopefully, we made it clear that she could only do that at the Joneses. Then began playing in it and watching attentively while Jay prepared everything for the 'trick'. After many unsuccessful attempts, finally it worked. Yeah! With that done, she began to pat and slap his cheeks. Ouch! I asked her not to do that. So she just moved upward... to his hair. He so patiently allowed her to play in his hair - pushing it back, pulling it forward, pulling it up and patting it back down - giving him "hairdos". My goodness - it was way too entertaining to watch. As usual, I ran to get the camera and the batteries were dead. But, I'm sure you can use your imagination.

We - are all well, though Jacob and Jeremy are burning the candle at both ends. I have no idea how they get up at 5:30am, but grateful they kindly leave us alone until 6:15. Sam is looking forward to singing the verse about Samuel in the primary program with Louis and Gwen (Louis' sister). I heard him practicing in his room last night. He's good!

Email from Rachel...



From - Lorinda Jones to Rachel: I haven't heard from you for a while. Are you okay? I keep thinking/hoping you feel some kind of homesickness for us here in the USA.

From – Rachel to Lorinda: Haha, no homesickness for America yet..

I do have a regular teaching schedule now, instead of bouncing between 3 different schools. I complained to the director of China Horizons after the first 2 weeks of teaching, and they got it sorted it. We are the first teachers here, so the school doesn’t understand what the norm is. I have 14 classes a week, 52 or more kids in each- I have a goal to remember all their names (wish me luck!!) I teach 4- 6th grades. I showed up today and I guess I have no classes at all this week- I'm used to getting no notice with these kind of things, it’s just life in China. I'm trying to figure out how to use it. I may go to Weifang, or possibly Qingdao again. Sara still has class, so where ever I go, I'd go by myself. But I've been to both places already. I won’t be able to go to Shanghai in China :( Too far. But there are many other places that I have seen, and have yet to see.

One night, while Sara spent the weekend in Weifang herself, I stayed here- On the way to a supermarket (about 45 min walk from my apt) an old man well over 100 started talking to me. He talked in barely a whisper- I spoke the little Chinese I know, and after that point just said "I don’t know" in Chinese. haha. So he started to write Chinese characters in the dirt on the ground...I still had no idea. So, I took my camera out, to change the subject- and took picture of him. I've decided his English name should be Alex. People love to see pictures on my camera- and are willing to pose for one themselves to see them on my display screen :) I waved goodbye and said "zhi Zjien!!" I don’t know how you actually write it- but that looks good to me. On my way home, Alex was sitting outside with a huge heavy coat. So I sat on a step close by and offered him a banana. He ate it, and I ate one myself. Then we threw the peels in a field across from us. We didn’t say anything- but I could tell he has a good sense of humor. When we did gaze at each other at the same time, we'd both smile and laugh. We just sat there. I don’t know how long I was there for, but his son, or son in law or someone, maybe grandson- (its hard to know- in china, people have kids when they are super old, you see people in their 70s with an kid not even in school yet, I've asked if it’s a grandchild- and they say “no, no, no, my son.” Go figure- or maybe my Chinese is even worse than I think). Anyway, a guy came out trying to sell me things and was being pretty aggressive, so after a few minutes of that I said "I don’t want it" in Chinese, and said goodbye again.

As I was cleaning our apt that same weekend (houses get dirty FAST in China- we get a lot of visitors and it’s a bad impression on us, and they assume all Americans are like us- so I go the extra mile to make things tidy) for entertainment, I turned the TV on- I don’t watch it very often here, but when I do- it’s fascinating. I love it when I can understand phrases here and there. From watching TV I've learned inflections better and noticed more Chinese body language-- when others speak to me at school, I can pick up their body language sometimes, and even though I couldn’t understand what they said, I know what they were asking- does that make sense? I can give them an answer....usually. There are always subtitles in Chinese during episodes of TV shows - not news, just shows. I think it’s because of so many dialects, it’s really hard to understand people from other provinces sometimes. When we went to Qingdao- I was pretty confident in knowing simple Chinese, but I couldn’t even say "Ni Hao" or Hello right- other people have mentioned that too...I don’t know if it’s a fact. Anyway, so I listened and watched parts of Shrek in Chinese, a Chinese version of the Telletubbies (I still can’t stand it!!!) a cartoon Disney Chinese Channel (remember the cartoon called "Recess",) and then every weekend they play an American movie in Chinese on channel 13. This week it was Pirates of the Caribbean #2, I think? It took me 15 minutes to notice they were actually speaking in English, not Chinese...I didn’t try to understand, I was just watching with my eyes, not ears. When I got up to go to the kitchen, and I could hear it, I was really confused. haha. Go figure.

I still haven’t had any tummy issues. I think its cause I cook the majority of the food we eat at home- others from our China Horizons group eat out quite a bit. Only when we eat with friends or a banquet the headmaster puts on, is when we don’t cook for ourselves. We eat a lot of veggies, and eggs. I've been getting more familiar cooking with their beef here, and will be experimenting with fish eventually- we were just cautioned against cooking our raw meat ourselves. Most others just go to a restaurant when they want meat. It’s cheap, but cheaper to make it at home (and more fun) Also, when Sara went to Qingdao with 2 other teachers from WEifang (I stayed home- I figure, why spend the money for 1 day? use it for a weekend, or a week long trip)- anyway, Sara found pancake mix and pepper jack cheese and butter. It was exciting- you can’t find those very often, and they are expensive!! I like Chinese food just fine though- I don’t need an American fix. I'm just glad I didn’t go to Hunan where all the food is spicy. One of my students gave me this spicy gummy candy (like a sour straw thing- but spicy) and I ate it, and about gagged. They thought it was pretty entertaining though. UGH.

Anyway- not too much of an update really- just random things about China I haven't told you, I don’t think. Things are going well with me, I wish I was busier- 14 classes isn’t enough. It’s starting to get colder, we have hot water now :) I thought cold water was normal, and I was just fine with it (I got good at the hokey pokey...you put your right hand in...)- but now that we have hot, it is quite nice. We also got our stove fixed...anyway- we got everything fixed that wasn’t working, even things that we didn’t know were even broken. Life is quite good. I'm starting to really like drinking hot water. I thought it was weird at first, but I just drink it without noticing now. It supposedly helps with avoiding getting sick. The important thing is to keep the inside of your body warm, and the outside. People here wear heavy coats when its 60 degrees outside. I wear shorts and they offer me a pair of pants to wear. I say “no, no, no, no. I am warm, it is nice weather” and they said, “no, no, no, no, no. It is cccoooollllddddd”

Anyway - Love ya,
Rachel

.... Another week! .... Another tooth!






As I contemplated the week, I thought "Alas - another boring week." But after looking at the pictures - there's hope for a decent email. So - first of all ...

I enjoyed a very quiet babysitting experience Saturday. I agreed to meet Eve Ledesma down at the Medford Temple. The plan was that I would babysit Lucas outside while she, her mom and her sister did some service inside. So we met in the parking lot, I took the baby car seat filled with baby and blankets. Pulled the diaper bag over my shoulder and headed to the van while Eve went running toward the temple. I set Lucas in the passenger side and I sat back in the driver’s seat all prepared to crochet, read or make notes for shopping. Lucas kept squeaking and making distracting noises. I'd totally forgotten about that aspect of a newborn. He slept and slept and after a half hour of sitting in the warm, quiet and sun-drenched interior of the van, I decided he had a smart plan. So I leaned back the seat and took a wee nap. Very nice. He slept the whole time and knowing that once he awoke he'd be hungry for his momma, I was very happy to accommodate him. He's a sweet little thing.

Wednesday, our Troop sponsored a Court of Honor where Jeremy and Jacob both received merit badges earned at Scout Camp. They look so handsome in their scout uniforms. I'm not sure where Jacob's eagle project sits. My understanding is that the city department head is causing grief. They aren't answering Jacob's calls and aren't cooperating with days. They were insisting that he work on a Sunday. Jacob basically said no way. So - he may be back at the drawing board of beginning again on a different plan. What a shame. Anyway - that's what's up with that.

My Jeremy is an interesting boy. His room is too hot, so he's been sleeping on our patio. He started out on the trampoline but threatening rain has moved him to the patio furniture. Doesn't seem very comfortable and Jacob (who wakes him for Seminary) gripes frequently about having to go out there to wake him. Even after one night of accidentally locking him out, night after night - that's where he heads.

The ward Harvest Party was Saturday and a few dressed up for the occasion. Jacob went because he heard there would be fresh homemade rolls, Sam went to hang out with Louis, Dad went to run the fish pond, Jeremy for candy, and Lorinda went "'cause she's 'posed to." I thought Bryn's nerd costume was great! I loved her glasses.

And now - the thrill of the week...
I don't know what it is about pulling out teeth, but I do believe it's the highlight of motherhood. Really -- I can be baking, reading or sleeping - but when the opportunity to pull a tooth out of my child's mouth comes along - I am eager to do the job. It's exhilarating and empowering to have your child come to you and say, "My tooth is loose. Will you pull it out?" "YES" I try to calmly say." Would you like me to use the pliers, floss or just yank it?" So to explain the reason of my outburst, Sam gave me the privilege of pulling his took last night. That must be why I slept so well. The ending of a perfect week.
Take care!

Lorinda (October 18, 2010)



I never thought the day would come when I would make a birthday cake for someone who doesn't even exist, but last Saturday, I did! Karina, Sam and I ventured down to Utah, to attend a couple of weddings and bring Karina out for school. While visiting, Lanette and Shaun were to host a birthday party for Harry Potter, the book character. They asked me to make the cake. It was a quick project, but we sure had fun at the party! We even got sorted into Harry Potter houses. It was fun to visit with Shaun, Lanette, and David too.

Hoping to become a grandma!


My daughter Lanette and her husband Shaun were approved for adoption about a month ago. I am so excited for them to have the opportunity to become parents. They are so wonderful, and I love them! If you know anyone who is looking for an adoptive home to place them, you should have them check out these two.

Lanette and Shaun are very special people. They value God, family, friends, education, work and fun. In their day to day lives, these values are evident in how they spend their time and I believe they organize their lives with a great balance. They love God and acknowledge His hand in guiding their lives. They pray, study, attend meetings and willing serve in church callings.
They visit out-of-state family as often as possible and frequently associate with local relatives and friends through dinners, movie nights or other social outlet. They recognize the vital importance of education for future employment but also the joy and strength that come with increased learning and understanding. Church books, school texts and fiction all have their place in their day and they find pleasure in reading. They work hard and save regularly for the things they need and want. They are a good team in updating used furniture, caring for a garden and in cleaning and organizing their home.
They know how to have wholesome and entertaining fun times. They celebrate significant days and make them memorable with photos, food and decorations. It's always a pleasure to be in their home. Lanette and Shaun will be wonderful parents. They are loving and respectful to each other; kind and generous with their smiles, affection and time. They will be great parents and will cherish a child while offering friendship and acceptance in their relationship with a child's birth mother. I would highly endorse them as great potential parents, and I'm hoping to be a grandma soon! To learn more about Shaun and Lanette, visit their adoption website at www.shaunandlanette.weebly.com

CRAZY WOMAN

Life is busy is a good way. This morning I decided it was time to finish the living room which means -- filling holes in the fireplace brick so it can be painted, removing varnish from one bookcase so Jacob can stain them both again and Jay can fill them up with books. Also, I really must repaint the entry. So, I'm being productive and answering the phone like a good housewife. I come back from the call wanting Karina to buy disability insurance (I don't think so!) and I notice two women on my porch. Ah, no! Sheesh! I don't have time to talk to JWs. So I hide in the corner. Yah, right – a corner with two huge picture windows on each side of me. I realize that just isn't going to work, so I carefully drop to my knees and then to the floor until I am face down and flat out. I remained there through a door bell…, a pause…, a knock…, a pause…, another pause. I think it's safe – so up I come. Whew! They are down the street. Now is that ridiculous or what. I so wonder about myself.








Oops - they lined up backwards. The first ones are the fireplace. The one colored brick was a practice. Next is the new LR colors. I need someone to come and take the tiny picture off the wall above the piano and put it elsewhere. Jacob likes it - I think it's way too small. I'm wondering about the clock. Any ideas are welcome.
So - it's time for another blog and it's probably time to change the background, too. But life is crazy and somethings just aren't as important. But for my daughter and friends, I'll do quick post. Jay is the High Counselor over the Young Single Adults. So - Just this past weekend, he had the responsibility of planning and carrying out three meals for 200 for a Regional YSA Conference. Well, for a guy that lived off of pizza, canned soup and cottage cheese as a bachelor - this expectation was totally out of his realm. So - I took pity on him. It was a busy week making 17 angel food cakes, slicing 18lbs of strawberries, pounding and browning 20 pounds of round steak and tons of shopping. But, we pulled it off. To me the amazing thing is that we spent $893.01 for the whole event. That includes gloves to serve with. Anyway - it's done. Now, I must get back to my nightmare project in the living room. Jacob pretty much replaced the trim and added the chair rail. He refuses to let me paint another room until the LR is done. Only problem is - I'm still not sure if I like the colors in there. So sad! So - I'm going to reach out and ask for help. Check out these photos and then tell me...(Just so you know, the photos are all mixed up) 1) Where should I place the bookcases? 2) Does the rug need to go or should I cover the chairs? 3) The color on the top is more peach than anything. Should I repaint it a taupe or cream? 4) What can I do to make it work? I've been looking for fabric for pillows or throw. I haven't been very successful here in GP. 5) What color should I paint the dining room? I'm thinking a lighter plum. 6) I need to paint the fireplace, too. I'm thinking brown and dyeing valance darker to match. HELP!

Age...

In my swim class this morning, Joni asked how old I am. She said, "36?." I thought she was putting me on. She then asked our instructor - she said 38. You've got to be kidding. How can one explain this strange scenario.
--Perhaps the water droplets bring out a younger radiant sheen to my complexion...
--Perhaps the lighting is bad and they can't see the four inches of gray grow-out from my last coloring job. Hmmm...
--Perhaps it's because they are older and everyone looks younger than they really are when you yourself older.
Regardless of the reason, it made me FEEL young. I worked harder, kicked higher. I've decided to routinely cut 10 years off everyone's life and tell them so. It will certainly make the world a better place. (Except you Lanette. It may be hard to explain why my '13' year old is married.

I came across this website with some funny quotes. I copied my favorite, but if you wish to see the whole list... Random Thoughts
~Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
~Insanity is my only means of relaxation.
~Forget the health food. I need all the preservatives I can get.
~Blessed are those who hunger and thirst, for they are sticking to their diets.
~Perhaps you know why women over fifty don’t have babies; they would put them down somewhere and forget where they left them.
~The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing in the right place, but also to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.
~The best way to forget all your troubles is to wear tight shoes.
~Brain cells come and brain cells go, but fat cells live forever.
~Life not only begins at forty, it begins to show.
~I had to give up jogging for my health. My thighs kept rubbing together and setting my pantyhose on fire.

Author Unknown

Mistletoe...




It's April and I am fascinated with the mistletoe. Check out the pictures. The mistletoe is the round clumps of stuff. My understanding is that it is a parasite that grows in the trees and spreads to other trees by birds stuff... I was first introduced to what it looked like when we first moved down here and thought it was only along the Rogue River in forestry areas. But - Hello! I now notice it is all around me. Across the street, around the corner, up and over there. It's everywhere. Kind of interesting.


I've been so busy! Sewing a formal dress for Lanette, and beach wear for a friend. Also, I've saving and spending and coveting and planning... Several months ago, I figured out that if I want to make home improvements, I have to budget for it. So - I spent my first $200 on a new kitchen faucet and a plumber friend gave us a wonderful used sink. Thankfully, all those hours of watching DIY have been beneficial to Jacob. It was all very interesting. The old sink was cast iron and heavier than we could have imagined. Of course, after we removed the disposal, that took some of the weight off. But really, we couldn't budge it. I had a great idea... use the car jack and jack it up to break the seal and get it started. So that's what we ended up doing. Jacob took the old plumbing out and replaced all the new. I'm very impressed that my 15 year old did all that. Jay was in Utah and out of the way. (Ha ha ha!) Anyway we are happy with the final result. I love having new stuff. It renews the desire to keep things tidy and clean.

Devastation


Twenty four years ago today, I was sitting in a humble home in Chillan, Chile, teaching a family about the gospel. It was a sweet experience. First of all, all the people in the area called our companionship - the "Ten". My companion, Hermana Wimber, was tall and VERY slender. She was the "1". Me - well shorter, rounder, cuter - I was the "0". We had tracted out this family by knocking on doors. They had been waiting for us. While sitting there during the discussion, the floor began to shake. They knew immediately what it was. When we left their home 30 minutes later, we stepped outside and I was in awe of what I saw. The Sun was like blood. Huge, round and deep red. We found out that a 7.8 earthquake hit in the ocean near Valparaiso. We saw no damage in Chillan. A week later, we had exchanges. I was now companion to Hermana Azucar who was from San Antonio. San Antonio received a lot of damage and Hermana Azucar hadn't heard from her family. So, at a Mission Conference with Elder James E Faust, my companion expressed concern for her family and we were given permission to travel to her home to check on her family.

Wow! What an experience that was. There was devastation everywhere. The clay homes, lay crumbled to the ground and amid the debris, many were already rebuilding - only to begin again - and again. For 18 days after the initial earthquake, there were over 2000 aftershocks that shook the earth and tore down any rebuilding that had begun. The hospitals were packed and the LDS church building was being used as additional space for the less severe cases. Within three days after the quake, the church had shipped supplies for simple wooden structures for the church members who had lost their homes.

So again, many of the Chileans have lost their homes and some - loved ones.
As I view the destruction of this last earthquake, I'm brought to tears. The damage encompasses more cities than I can count - and all of the ones I served in - Chillan, Talcauano, Penco - reaching south, east and north. The count of deaths is already over 700 and I suspect it will increase with time.

But as I remember the resiliency of my Chilean friends, I don't doubt that they will sustain their faith during this natural disaster and help others around them to retain hope.

"My Tribute" -- To My Husband...

Last week on my wedding anniversary, I wrote a poem for Jay. I thought it needed some work, so for Valentine's day I made some changes. Here is the final version. In case you don't know.... I love Mr. Jones!

My life increased with color…
The day that I met you...
Your warm brown eyes
Showed kindness and light;
Warming with gentleness,
Engaging my sight,
My heart and courage, too.

My life increased with color…
The days I spent with you.
Autumn brought new colors
A Season of orange and red.
My admiration grew –
Absorbing everything you said.
Longed for dreams came true.

My life increased in color…
The day I said - “I do”.
Clear winter blue skies
Touched with crispy air,
Billowed with Heavenly
Promises to share –
For years to come with you.

My life increased with color…
With each child born to me.
Bearing sweetness,
Innocence and purity,
Weaving red shades of love
And infinite beauty –
A masterpiece to see.

My life increases with color…
With trips and trails with you.
Trav’ling ‘long the freeways
And the country roads.
My eyes are blessed
As hues and blends unfold
All nature’s green to view.

My life glows with true color…
Each Temple trip with you.
Dressed in white we serve,
Promising to obey.
Pondering on eternity,
Taking time to pray –
And covenants renew.

So, thanks to you…

My life is full of color...
Delicate rainbow hues.
Drawn and colored
With the joys of living,
Shaped and gentled
With constant forgiving –
Loving it with you!

--Lorinda Cook Jones

Written Feb 7, 2010
Revised Feb 14, 2010





Hello. This is "My Window". For way too many years, I've had kitchen windows that look out to fences or a boring scene. Finally - I've got a window with interest. Last spring, I trimmed the tree out the window so the branches were high. This allowed more light and a better view. To the left of "My Window" I have my mixing stuff - Kitchenaide, baking stuff, counter area. On the left - dishwasher. So I spend A LOT of time

near "My Window". Yesterday, I was doing up some dishes and realized a rainbow out toward the west. It was quiet and subtle - but pretty. Also, I often am rewarded with Robins and Blue Jays. In addition to all this - People! Yeah! We have quite a tribe of folks that walk in our area and so, many of them traipse by our place daily. We try to be friendly by waving and saying "hi." Our neighbor across the street misunderstood my

interest. It was a single woman for the first two years. (Sheesh! Have we been here that long?) Then there was this guy friend that began hanging around. What can I say? HE was interesting. He has long hair that goes past his waist and wears it braided. He also spent many evenings weeding, caring for the lawn and planting new things. I didn't mean to gaulk, but it was something new to watch. Well, unfortunately, I got caught watching. I should have waved and not have felt so guilty. Anyway, "My Window" joy has been a bit diminished since then. Any ideas on how to make it better?

Anyway, that's outside. Inside I have a bamboo plant in a crazy container, a cool whispy shaped box that Jacob made me and just last week, Karina added the mysterious plant. It sat in her room for weeks. She was disappointed that it wasn't doing anything. I suggested that it needed light and wa la - after two days on the window sill, it began sprouting up. The other plant is a remnant of my friends house fire. I took a stalk and I'm giving it time to build new roots. Amazing to watch. Well, That's my life - in front of "My Window."