So, over Halloween when everyone else in the state was dancing like crazy to silly music, I was freezing my butt off camping in Moab. I had a fantastic time with my friend, Denise, but it was a bit chilly. And there was even a bird in our tent! We named him Fredrick. It was my first experience with a tent heater, and I was very skeptical, although it's probably the only thing that kept my fingers from frostbite. We camped up a canyon, drove through parts of Arches, and hiked Negro Bill Canyon. It was beautiful. I can't believe I forgot about it, but here are some of the pictures. Yes, I know I'm a dork. I'm embracing my dorkiness!
Sometimes I find myself awkward. :) For example, I can't put on my mascara or put in my contacts without opening my mouth. Eyes open, mouth open. Ridiculous. I also can't swish with mouth rinse and take out my contacts at the same time. I find myself stopping the swishing while my finger goes into my eyeball to grab my contact. I can't quite figure it out because it's not like the motion of my finger is connected to the swishing of my mouth. Anyway, I figure it's like the whole walk and chew gum thing, which, I guess by pure luck, I can do!
The strange things I think about when I'm getting ready for bed. Am I the only one?
So, the other night I was out with a bunch of friends. We were going to a formal dance in our party dresses, and therefore, nobody had pockets. Well, I did want to take a piece of gum with me, so I put it in my bra (along with a few other things). Somewhere down the evening, I mentioned something about, "Oh, it's in my second purse," to which a girl replied, "Oh, your brocket?" I about died laughing right there. I don't know why, but that word just makes me giggle. Now, I know there may be some very confused men out there right now (if there are any reading this, that is). So, here's the definition of a brocket, provided by urbandictionary.com. It also makes me laugh. BROCKET: When one uses their bra as a pocket, it is called a "brocket". A common requirement to having a brocket is to have boobs. Man: Can you carry my cell? Woman: I don't have any pockets. Man: Put it in your brocket.
My Grandma Wood, in her decreasing sanity, thinks that bottled water is the most ridiculous and hilarious thing on earth. Just even mention the words bottled water, and she used to laugh almost to the point of crying. I'm pretty sure she still thinks this. Anyway, today I saw a coupon for canned air. She would surely get a kick out of that! We're bottling and selling all these seemingly useless resources that are, in essence, free. :)
Today, I was showing my class an explicit example of what I wanted them to do. I said, "I want you to write your name here," as I'm putting my marker to paper, "Just like this!" And I proceeded to write Michelle--which is normal because it's my name--and then realizing I'd written that instead of Miss Husbands, quickly colored over it and wrote Miss Husbands. One girl sitting near the front began to laugh hysterically. I just turned and looked at her, and she said, "You wrote your real name!" She was laughing, I was laughing, my class was trying to guess my name, which they did, and we all had a short laugh. It was funny, awkward, and human. Have I mentioned how much I love my little class this year?
I heart my roommates; whichever one of them scraped my car off this morning is a saint. Too bad I slept in forever and didn't get to appreciate the full effect. Yes, I had to scrape my car again. :) This cement-like frost has got to go. It's going to be a long winter.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
General Conference this weekend was wonderful! I had the opportunity to go to the Conference Center and listen to the Sunday morning session. Before the session started, we were able to listen to Music and the Spoken Word. The theme of the program today focused around the song Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing and talked about the Lord's help in our lives. It was a wonderful program! Then, a wonderful session of conference. Right now, my heart is full. Here is the wonderful message from Music and the Spoken Word today.
Hither by Thy Help I'm Come Delivered By: Lloyd D. Newell Some 3,000 years ago, Samuel the prophet led ancient Israel to victory over a powerful enemy. Samuel placed a large stone at the place of their deliverance and dedicated it as a monument to God’s assistance. He called the stone “Eben-ezer,” which meant “stone of help.” The stone became a symbol of the Lord’s goodness and strength. This practice of raising memorials to divine help has deep roots in ancient Israel. Generations earlier, after the Israelites crossed the mighty Jordan River on dry ground and entered the promised land, their leader, Joshua, commanded the people to gather 12 stones from the river and build a monument. He explained that the purpose of the monument was to build faith in future generations, that “when [their] children ask . . . in time to come, saying, What mean ye by these stones?” they could tell their children how the Lord helped them in their hour of need. The beloved hymn “Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing” alludes to this biblical practice with these words: Here I raise my Ebenezer;Hither by Thy help I’m come; And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home.Life is full of rivers to cross, full of challenges to overcome. However, those who see with an eye of faith understand that they did not cross their rivers alone. In a way, each of us could raise an Ebenezer, a memorial of the divine assistance, heavenly favor, and forgiveness extended to us. It may not be a monument of stone—indeed, hearts filled with humility and gratitude are the most meaningful memorials. Whatever form our memorial takes, acknowledging the help we’ve received renews our hope that by His good pleasure and in His due time, we will safely arrive at home.
