Thursday, September 29, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Then Flossie made me play that game guessing what Eric would say to certain questions. If i got it wrong i had to load my mouth with bubble gum. I think i know Eric pretty well but there were some unfair questions. Like what is his favorite band. No way anyone knows that, not even Eric, because it changes from day to day.
The favorite game of the day was when Flossie divided the groups into teams and they had to dress my mom and Eric's mom in a wedding dress made of toilet paper. They both told me not to post the pictures on facebook but no one said my blog was out!
Since most of my nieces and nephews, with the addition of some other kids, attended the shower, they all wanted to help open the presents.
There were some very cute decorations, including a line of pictures of Eric and I growing up and then together.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
- "Professor McLean"
- Own a jet
- 20 kids
- Sending our firstborn to BYU-Idaho, hopefully having paid the debt of bad roommates for them.
- East Coast, most likely Virginia
- Half of our kids will be adopted
- Won the lottery
- Starred in a reality t.v. show
- Lived in 2 foreign countries
- Vacation house in Italy
- Bethany will own a boutique/cafe
- Genius children
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
We were living in China, Maine. My older siblings had gone to the fireworks in a town 20 minutes away (by car) and I really wanted to go. As a kid, I had a bad habit of complaining to my parents so that they would make one of my older siblings take me with them. I remember getting to places with them and their friends on numerous occasions, but this wasn't one them. They told me I couldn't go with Flossie (my sister) and her friends to the fireworks. I was pretty mad so I decided that I could ride my bike the 15 or 20 miles into the next town and see the fireworks myself.
That was by far my most eventful 4th of July. As I was remembering it yesterday morning I realized how lucky I was that day. There is no denying God was looking out for me. It was nothing short of a miracle that right as my 10 year old self rode into town on a bike my sister was right there to find me.
This week in Doctrine and Covenants class we talked about our country, what a great land it is, and how it is a miracle given to us by God. We are so blessed to live in a land of freedom, where we can worship and raise our families. As I have lived in other countries, I always come home with a greater appreciation for the USA. While I have loved living abroad and experiencing other cultures, I always come home with a longing for America. So, this fourth of July I am grateful for our country and the miracles that God gives us. I am grateful to the people who fight and have fought to keep us free.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Anyway, to celebrate my one year anniversary of being home we decided to re-image our newly acquired bike (thanks to Will and Hannah). I figured that a little reminder of how much I hated riding around in dark slacks and white shirt (surprisingly comfortable..) underneath the blistering sun while being convinced that someone was going to throw something at me as my companion and I rode down a dangerously narrow and busy road. It only happened once or twice. I remember a stick and a drink. The stick bounced off the helmet, the drink...not so much. God bless those hard and terribly awkward shaped skull caps. I also remember when my bike was stolen and the thief was kind enough to leave his bike as a token of appreciation for mine. I was surprisingly calm as I rode this low rider bike with an almost-falling-off seat back to our apartment that day. I think it was because I was in that beautiful first 6 months period of your mission where anyone can do almost anything to you and all you can do is love them for some sickening reason. I was upset but quickly got over it as I took pride in the new bike I bought: a Raleigh M-80 that had gone through 2 generations of previous missionaries and would now endure another generation of torture and use at my hands. I am proud to say that it lasted the rest of my mission and was passed on to someone who needed it to get back and forth to work.
The bike was a combination of a hideously bright orange and white color scheme that reminded me of the something out of the seventies. It is a cruiser bike with a pretty hefty seat for even the cushiest rear end. I decided to take it out of the back of Bethany's car one day while she was in class. The back seat had to be laid down to get the bike in there for it's journey from SLC to Rexburg. I heard it went in pretty easy but getting it out was another story. Somehow I managed to lift the seat up and get it caught on the seat belt (which conveniently decided we were in the middle of a car wreck and would NOT release so that I could lower the seat again) and could not get it out. I was sweating and in a fit of desperation turned the AC on with all the doors open because I was getting so hot trying to get this bike out. I'm not sure what I was thinking now that I look back on the situation. The only thoughts in my head are one's I am too ashamed to repeat out loud. Something about cars..
Long story short, I took bike apart to get it out only after being secretly embarrassed in front of Bethany that I couldn't get it out to begin with. We have moved on since this incident.
I gave the bike a few days alone as punishment before I worked on it again and after a few cans of spray paint and some tender words of encouragement she looks great!
Ultimately, I realized that fixing this bike was a lot like my year of being home from serving a mission. It hasn't always been easy and in the middle of things can make you cuss under your breath. In the end though, life is beautiful. It requires some hard work and taking a step back from time to time to know what to do.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Let me give you a little background on my student ward this semester. I am in a ward with all the dorm boys and girls. Its really interesting. I actually meet in the same place i did my first semester here. It doesn't bother me too much because I am engaged so whatever. I have one FHE brother who got home from his mission 6 weeks before school started and I knew it right away. He kept asking to give all the lessons for FHE and every time the group leader would assign someone a lesson for the next week he would tell her he could bring a back up lesson just in case. Once we overheard him asking the bishop if he could give a talk. I mean maybe that is normal?
So Sunday I wasn't feeling well so I didn't make it church. Later that afternoon Eric and I came into my apartment and my roommate Emily said she has some news for us but our other roommate Miquela wanted to make sure she was there to see our reactions. We couldn't find Miquela so I started quizzing Emily to tell me what the news was because I am a very impatient person. She just said guess who is engaged from our FHE group? I laughed and said the 18 year girl Brittney who told us on the first day that she didn't want anything but to be married. ( another story for another day) Emily to my surprise said no. It is Christian the boy who just returned home from his mission and was so eager to give the spiritual thoughts. I couldn't figure out how, I mean we saw him 3 weeks ago and he had told us he was still scared of girls. That is exactly it. He had met her 3 weeks ago. 3 WEEKS PEOPLE. I mean it takes 6 weeks to get a passport and he is engaged to some girl after only 3 WEEKS . Emily told us the details she knew, but we didn't get the whole story until Monday at FHE when I politely asked him to tell us the story. The story is they have a class together and he saw her on the first day and thought she was cute but didn't talk to her until 3 weeks ago. They then started talking on skype and before you know it they had a date. After one whole long week they told each other the big L word and after that they both knew they wanted to marry each other. So he got a ring and proposed. 3 weeks later they were engaged, planning to be married get this JULY 28. When he told me that I said " you are getting married before me and i have been engaged for 3 1/2 months, dating Eric for more than 6months before and I have known him for 6 years" He just put his head down and let out a laughing scream after i was done. The whole time I am thinking your parents must be going crazy. I know if i had done that i would have 5 sisters telling me i was crazy and that they wouldn't let me make that mistake. Her parents are the ones who proposed July 28. They are very supportive of this. He said his mother was happy but his sister thought they were crazy and should date for a year before getting engaged. He responded by saying that she wasn't active in the church so she didn't understand the whole revelation receiving a confirmation thing. I almost smacked him. Clearly he doesn't understand it either. If he was really into following what he was supposed to do he should look up some talks about dating and courtship and getting to someone before you decide to marry them for all time and eternity. Oh did I tell you she is only 19 and this is her very first semester at BYU-Idaho. In order to deal with the fact i am surrounded by crazy people i have just let it go. It is not my life. But I have learned some lessons from this whole experience. 1. I will teach my children the nature of revelation. 2. I will teach them to know someone before you commit your eternities to them. The 3rd and most important one is I WILL RAISE THEM ON THE EAST COAST.