31 October 2006

Happy Halloween!

27 October 2006

A heck of a lot of stuff you didn't want to know about me!


WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Um no. My brother's middle name is my Dad's first name and my sister's middle name is my mom's name, but did I get named after anyone? No. Am I bitter? Yes...I mean, no.

DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Yeah, though it changes a lot. It depends on how much I'm writing and how fast. When I start writing my journal it's really neat but the longer I write the messier it gets.

LUNCHMEAT? Ewwww. I'll eat a turkey sandwich if it has avocado and jalepeno jack cheese

KIDS? Yep one. Maybe more someday.

COULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOURSELF? I would be really sad if I couldn't.

DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL? Yep, I write in it maybe a few times a year now though

DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? I refer you to this.


WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? I don't think so. I've made great progress when it comes to my fear of heights but I don't think bungee jumping is in my future.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Raisin Nut Bran. Yummm, nutty covered raisins....only it's super expensive and I only get it every once and a while.

DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES BEFORE TAKING THEM OFF? Not usually, I just like to slip them off. I'm a flip-flop girl usually anyway.

DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Sometimes. "I'm sorry, I used to be much stronger." (First person to name that movie wins!)

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR? Peanut butter cup and Cookies and Cream.

SHOE SIZE? 7 1/2.

RED or PINK? Hmm, I used to hate pink, but since I had a little girl it has grown on me. I think I'll say pink.

WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? I have a short temper when it comes to my daughter not listening.

LAST THING YOU ATE? Monterey Jack quesadilla.

WHAT COLOR PANTS & SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Pants: blue jeans. Shoes: beautiful, free bare feet. Shoes are restricting.

WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TOO RIGHT NOW? Rachel talking and singing--but supposed to be sleeping--in her crib.


FAVORITE SMELL? Orange blossoms and my Gingerbread candle



DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT YOU THIS? I don't know her, but I'm sure I would!

FAVORITE DRINK? Strawberry lemonade.

FAVORITE SPORT? To Play: Swimming and Volleyball. To Watch: Baseball

HAT SIZE? I have no idea. Hats are always too small for me and come too low over my ears.

DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Nope, never have. I thought about it though, just haven't gotten to it.

FAVORITE FOOD? I love most anything Mexican, Lasagna, Ice Cream (Ice cream's a food right??), brownies and chocolate chip cookies with whole wheat flour.

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Ooooh, both! I like suspenseful scary movies, but I LOVE a sweet happy ending that makes me cry too!

LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED AT THE THEATER? Curious George. Rachel and I went to the Free Wednesday they showed it in August.



HUGS OR KISSES? Kisses. I'm not a big hugger.

FAVORITE DESSERT? Brownies with peanut butter and ice cream.

WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING? Gilead, The Proper Care and Feeding of Husbands, and Making the "Terrible" Twos, Terrific

WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT? Nothing. All we have is a dvd player.

FAVORITE SOUND? My daughter's laughter. Brightens my day everytime I hear it.

ROLLING STONE OR THE BEATLES? Beatles. I grew up on the Beatles. They are forever a part of my childhood.


WHAT'S YOUR SPECIAL TALENT? Umm, I can pop my shoulder out of socket. That's a talent, right??

WHEN AND WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Provo, Utah, September 27th

25 October 2006

Church Quote Series

Almost every day Rachel and I go somewhere. I usually have to go somewhere or I get stir-crazy by the end of the day. When we go run errands we either go north or south on the nearest main road obviously depending on where we are going. If we go north we usually get a little treat on the way home.

I'm not talking edible treat. I'm talking about a treat that can only be read. There is a church on the way home that displays it's name and hours on a marquee right on the street. Not only are the name and hours listed, but usually each week they put up a gem of a quote for the driving travelers to feast their eyes upon.
I always wonder who thinks these quotes up. Sometimes they are thought provoking but others are a little odd.

This post marks the first in a series of a local Community Church marquee quotes. Each time I see one interesting enough to blog about, I will. I hope you enjoy! And feel free to add your interpretation.

Quote 1: God hates gossip. Ventilate vertically.


23 October 2006

Jesus Wants Me For a Sunbeam

I got a new calling yesterday. Not much else has been on my mind since Sunday morning. The pressure associated with this calling is really weighing heavily on me. It's something that I've never done before and is really going to take some effort on my part. What is this new high-pressure calling you ask?

Sunbeam teacher. (For those who aren't familiar with how our church works, the Sunbeams are the 3-4 year old children.)

Now before you spit whatever you are drinking out your nose and all over your keyboard, let me tell you why I feel this way. First of all, I'm super bad at relating to young kids. I play with my daughter (she's almost 2), teach her and read to her, but I have a hard time really getting on her level. Spencer on the other hand is down on the floor with her playing puppet show or some other kind of pretend game. He has her laughing and giggling and totally enthralled in what he's doing. When we have to sub in the the Nursery (18 months-3 years), he is the one all the kids gather around because he's so stinkin' fun!

Second, these kids are like sponges. They soak up and spit out whatever they see or hear. There is some serious pressure to make sure what I teach them is correct. On the other hand I want them to remember what I teach so I can't just sit there and blah, blah, blah my whole lesson. A couple years ago I taught the 15-16 year old Sunday School class. I absolutely loved that calling! I felt like I could relate to those kids. Five 3 year olds though, I'm not sure I can.

The good thing about this calling is it's going to take real planning and pondering so that I can get the inspiration I need to teach these kids. This will help me to rely on the Lord more throughout my day. I have to be sensitive to the Spirit when it whispers little ideas into my head. The thought came to me today that one purpose of this calling is to prepare me for what lies ahead with my little daughter when she turns 3 in a year. My callings as of late have been less than difficult so I guess the Lord knew it was time for me to be challenged. I hope I can live up to that challenge!

22 October 2006

You are beautiful

Have you ever looked into the mirror and wondered why you don't look like those people on TV, movies or magazines? I'll tell you why. What you see isn't the reality; it isn't who these people really are.

Just check out this link. What I want you to click on is the Portfolio, Agree then the Before/After. Make sure you click to see the before. What is in the magazines and on screen has been so doctored up that it can be argued that it's not even the same people that we are seeing. For example, on page 2 under the "Composite/Manipulation" link, there is a picture of Tom Cruise. In the Before picture there is a person with him. In the After picture he's just sitting on the couch alone. In the original picture his right arm is around the girl and his leg is bent under him. In the After he's sitting there comfortably. What they did, was take his left arm and leg and flip them over to create the other side of his body. The right half of him didn't work so they just made a new one!

Now I'm all for Photoshop. I think it's a super cool program and I wish I had $400 bucks to spend on it. But come on...editing and retouching has gone way too far.

It's no wonder we are all so concerned about how we look. Because of this we have such a skewed view of what beauty really is. There's no way we could be as beautiful as these people are pretending to be. So next time you look in the mirror and see those wrinkles on your face, or that extra weight on your belly or legs, remember that you are one of God's children and you are beautiful just the way you are!

**Thanks to LammyAnn for the link. Here's another one if you want to see more

12 October 2006

A letter to a neighbor...I wish I had the guts to send

Dear Loud Downstairs Neighbor,

I'm so glad that you felt it your need to be my wake up call at 5:30 this morning (even though I normally sleep until 7). It's so great to hear families having discussions together. Thanks for shouting so I and all the surrounding neighbors could feel included in your family activities.

It took me a while to figure out where the yelling was coming from--no wait, I could hear it very clearly coming from below. Thanks for listening when I said, "Be Quiet!" out the balcony window. Oh and also when I pounded on the bathroom floor. You are so considerate of my feelings and my sleep. I didn't need that extra hour of sleep, I'm on exactly the same schedule as you are.

Tomorrow, please resume your screaming and yelling at each other so I can wake up to enjoy it with you.

Yours Sincerley,
Jamie J
Your UPSTAIRS Neighbor

07 October 2006

A Lesson From the Past

Yesterday I woke up early in the morning. I don't know why I couldn't sleep, I was up super late the night before. Spencer got out of bed at 6 to take a shower and I just laid there thinking. I started thinking about sleeping and how I was always so tired in High School. Between sports, homework and Seminary how is an LDS kid ever supposed to sleep during the week? Thinking about sports brought me to the time when I was a sophomore.

I loved volleyball and was fairly good when we played in the church for mutual and stuff. My sister had played so I decided to try out for the team. Now I was small. I mean 5'2"-and-barely-packing-100-pounds small. I had never played sports seriously besides one year of softball when I was 9 and half a season of soccer when I was 5. I loved sports though and was constantly playing games with my friends or at church.

Despite my size, I think I did pretty well in those tryouts. I kept up with the girls in intervals and drills, but the one thing I couldn't do at all was the overhand serve. I tried and tried but it would always fall short of the net. I had a wicked-stalling underhand serve but no one wants only an underhanded server on their team.

So because of this I didn't make the team. There were 14 girls trying out for JV and they only need 13 to fill their roster. The coach offered me the equipment manager spot because I was the only one she had to cut. When I told my mom that, she got so mad and told me not to do it. That it would be lame and a disgrace to be just the equipment manager. I listened to her and told the coach I wouldn’t do that.

I've thought about that a lot since then. Sometimes I wish I hadn’t listened to my mom. What if I had taken the manager spot? Coach had said if someone couldn't play, they would have put me in-well at least on the roster (no guarantee of playing). Plus I would have trained with the team making my chances to play the following year better.

Well as it was I didn't do it and never tried out again. Instead my junior year I was on the swim team. I was still small but this was a sport I could do. Practice was over 2 hours long-most of that swimming-and I started to gain weight. I was eating TONS during the day but it was okay because my body was finally gaining the weight it needed. Within a couple months I was up to 120 but most of that was muscle from swimming. My legs were strong but especially my arms and shoulders.

Imagine my surprise when a couple months into the swim season we were playing volleyball at church and I tried an overhand serve and it hit the BACK wall of the gym. I was strong! I kept serving over and over again to make sure it wasn't a fluke and proved to myself that I finally could do it (this was about a year and a half after I originally tried out). Now all I had to learn was how to control the ball so I could serve it where I wanted. By this time it was way too late to try out for the volleyball team. I would have been a senior and had to play on the varsity team which I was not ready for. I swam my senior year again instead and loved it.

So why bring this up? Why hash up the past? I often wonder how a different choice could have changed my future. If I had been the equipment manager I might have gotten play time. I might have been able to play my junior and senior year. I might have made different friends. But I might not have done any of those things although still I wish I hadn’t listened to my mom and taken the position anyway. I think often there are times when we are given opportunities to do things that at the time don't seem like the best prospect so we don't do them. In my case I don't think my mom wanted me to "stoop so low" and it was kind of her way to stuff it in the coach's face. Looking back it seemed like a good stepping stone but I didn't have the guts to say so myself at the time.

I guess my point is don't let opportunities pass you by just because they may not look good now. Life is not about just living in this moment. It's about piecing all those little moments that may not seem big into a huge puzzle. I am comforted that God knows what my puzzle looks like. I just hope I can make the right choices so at the end of my life it's complete and looks beautiful.