Don't lose your head over this

Sometimes things just quit working. I don't know if you have ever experienced this, but I have and I think it is a law of nature. So, when my fan in my bathroom just quit, I figured it was one of those things.

It really wasn't old enough to die a natural death, and it goes on when my light goes on and the light was still working so I knew there was power going to it. During the summer months during the day I very seldom even use the light and fan, so I just figured it was 'one of those things'.

Mr Darcy took it down the other day to replace it and found a very disturbing turn of events. The fan, had not just stopped for no reason, inside the casing was a birds carcass, a HEADLESS birds carcass. EWWWWWWWWWWW!

Ya just never know what interesting experiences you will have handed to you, do ya?

And a Little Child shall Lead Them

While visiting with my daughter and grandbabies tonight we were blessed with such a sweet sight that I had to share with you. My daughters youngest Faize was playing a game on the computer and all of a sudden it got really quiet and when we investigated, this is what we found.....

How precious is he..

I just can't get enough of this angel baby

I must admit sometimes when I am sitting at the computer trying to get things accomplished I feel like doing the exact same thing.

I love you my littlest.

The best Seat in the House

okay everyone out there, it is time to talk some serious talk.
I have a favorite item in my household. It may seem unimportant or even trite but it serves a *HUGE* purpose in the cleanliness of my household, especially in one particular room. This is a product that I always keep in storage so that I don't run out.

I have used this product for years and it has never disappointed. I have even used it for purposes that it was not intended, to take off the hard water deposits on my outside windows.

What can this miraculous product be?...........My Lysol toilet bowl cleaner.


I just love this product to pieces. It takes the nastiest place in the house and makes it sparkle. (for those that have delicate sensibilities, STOP reading now)


Now my commode could feel badly about itself, just because of the very nature for which it was created, not to mention the arguments Mr Darcy and I have gotten into over the whole seat up, seat down universal debate, and yet with one quick squirt and swish it is new and fresh and ready to take on whatever life throws at it.

How about you.... do you have a favorite obscure household product that keeps your world humming along?

Out of the Mouths of Babes

Today is Sunday....I love Sundays and today was especially wonderful because it was our primary program.

There is nothing more celestial then seeing all those little 3 year olds standing up along the podium smiling as if they were on a float and had just been crowned the King and Queen of the world. Then they spot their mom and dad or siblings or neighbor and wave so excitedly it looks like their hand might fall off.

And then there are the oldest Primary kids...you know the ones that are only there biding their time until they move on to Young Men and Young Womens. They act as if it is a torture to stand up there and as soon as the word is given they will be off that stand and out of those choir seats.

It is a moment like that when I realize... I am smiling and I didn't even mean to, it just happens.

Then without warning or allowing me time to prepare myself and my overactive tear ducts, they begin singing the most heavenly songs...songs that make me think of celestial things and celestial voices coming down from the heavens. Their messages are simple and pure doctrine that any and all are capable of understanding. And before I know it the tears are flowing.

My heart starts to swell in my chest as if it would burst and a warm wonderful feeling washes over me from head to toe. Testimony is born to me of the truthfulness of these simple words and songs presented to me by tiny, innocent beings. How wonderful it is to be a member of this church.

And That Has Made All the Difference

Have you ever wondered how different your life might be if you had made even one small decision differently? That is what I am sitting here pondering about right now.
This morning I attended a funeral for a 33 year old young man with a young family. Funerals always make me think about life in a deeper way then my every day 'run here and there' type of thought process.

I rode up to the funeral with my parents and my dad made the comment, 'oh, everyone always wants to be younger,' well, in all honesty, I am not one of those people. I did that whole young thing, and I wouldn't go back. Granted, there are things that I wish I had done differently, but knowing myself and my 'leap before you look' mentality, I probably wouldn't take advantage of the opportunity to do things differently, so my only option is to move forward armed with the knowledge of experience and the wisdom that comes with heartbreak.

My life is full, my heart has been full to overflowing as well as broken and contrite, but both experiences are necessary for me. If I had not had the pain of foolish choices, I would never know the joy of choosing the right. My path is far from straight, there are many places my footprints have veered off to the right or left, but I hope that in the final analyses my path, though not as constant or straight as an arrow, will get me to the place where my joy will be complete. In the meantime, I make my choices, I accept the consequences, and I love the journey.

Seasons of Change

It's interesting the twist and turns that life throws your way.
We were attending the BYU-UNLV game last weekend and one of my sons friends joined us. He had just participated in a very long relay race that took place over a couple of days, and he mentioned that one of the racers had been hit by a drunk driver and killed. We felt awful about this and talked about it for a minute, then while we were driving back to the hotel that night my daughter called and told me that the High School band she used to work with had been at a competition in Idaho and while traveling back, one of the buses had rolled and the teacher on the bus had been thrown out and killed. On the way back the next day my mom called and told me that the racer that was killed was my cousins son. This on top of the death of another cousins husband just two weeks ago, and the death of my friends son only a week before.

I realize that death is a part of life but this seems like an awful lot of people that I know passing away in a very short time period. I know that they are happy where they are now, but those that are left behind are having to cope with their grief and lonliness. I think that I have had my fill of funerals for awhile.
I am however grateful for the knowledge I have about death and the life hereafter, it makes it much easier for me knowing that death is not the end and we will see our loved ones again.

Hi all,

It has been a while since I have posted, I have been out of town a great deal of the past month and so haven't had the opportunity to post. However, I had the wonderful experience this past weekend of listening to the leaders of my church, and it was uplifting and so very inspiring. I felt so greatly of my Father in Heavens love for me while I was listening. It brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it. To anyone that is reading I must say,

I know that my Savior lives, I know that he atoned for my sins, and died that I might live again. I know that he Knows me individually and loves me, I know the holy Book of Mormon is true and that the Prophet Joseph Smith was and is a true and living prophet of God. I know this with every fiber of my being and I cannot deny it.

We are so blessed to have the Gospel! I love my Father in Heaven and his son Jesus Christ!