Happy Fathers Day

I almost forgot to finally spill the beans about my Secret. Fathers day was a really nice Sunday. We went to church were Jodi gave a Sacrament talk about The Faith of Our Fathers and she did a really great job and also a really nice tribute to her great dad. I don’t think she gives herself enough credit when she talks because she just talked 3 months ago and both times they were very good talks. Jodi was also put in the new Young Women’s Pres. As the 1st and 2nd councilor. We have a very small YW’s group.

Gordon and Jessica came to our meetings also, then we just went home and got ready for our
Bar-B-Q , played with the dogs, relaxed in the shade and waited for Melanie and Justin to come.

Anyway back to fathers day and the big Secret. I was able to surprise Kim with tickets to one of his many favorite singers. Jimmy Buffet. He is coming to Las Vegas in Oct. and a friend of mine who knows he loves his music was also waiting to get tickets for her husband and so she called me when they went on sale and got all our tickets. It was hard to wait to tell him, but I was really excited.

Now I know men have a different way of showing their excitement, but the build up was so great for me, and I had told a few people, and just could hardly wait for him to see the tickets. A little excitement in the voice, or face, or something would be nice. He did say he was excited to go and thanked me , but I think my kids were waiting to see my reaction more than his, because he doesn’t show any reaction, so I got a little disappointed and hoped he was really surprised and excited. He said he is both. But when you get the same reaction to new Levis and a shirt it’s hard to tell.

I am so very grateful for a great husband who has been a fantastic father to our children, and shows us all the time how much he loves us.

I Shook the hand...

Today was just as busy and crazy as everyday seems to be a work, and we had just received a pt., at our door step literally, who I knew nothing about, who had come by ambulance from another city, and the paramedics and the pt. were at my desk waiting for a room, and I was at the end of my rope. I couldn't say the things I wanted, and quickly made some phone calls to find out what was going on, and as kind and professional as I could I put him in the only room I had open at the time. I was so ready to scream at someone, anyone for putting all of us in that spot. As I was walking back to the desk I saw, down the hall, Elder L. Tom Perry and his wife.



I was suddenly humbled. And so totally out of my character I really wanted to shake his hand. So I quickly went to the other hall where they would be coming down and started walking towards them and I just put out my hand and said Elder and Sis Perry what a pleasure to meet you both, and they, with warm smiles took my hand and just said thank you, by then everyone at the desk was watching me and I suddenly felt a little awkward but he just asked about who he was there to see and I told them what I could and just added to have a nice day.



So the point to my story is how good I suddenly felt, nothing had changed with my very horrible day, but I had changed. I was honestly a little charged for the remaining few hours and I was so careful of the things I said and my actions, almost as if I might be being watched. Well dah, I am being watched not just by the people around me, but by the Lord, so why does it take a quick, little experience like that to make me act differently or at least be more conscience of how I act? I will have to answer that for myself by myself.

I am grateful for my little experience and even more grateful for my personal insight.

Sunday best

When I was little we had 3 pairs of shoes. Not because we were poor, but that’s all we needed. We had our play shoes, our school shoes and our church shoes. We also had our play clothes, our school clothes and our Sunday clothes. Never would our mom, or me with my kids growing up, mix up the three. At least until they could make their own decisions and they knew those decisions wouldn’t meet with my disapproval. I would hear more than once “I hate Sunday clothes”, but at least they knew the difference.

We grew up with some poor families and they might have had only one pair and one clothing change and everyone understood, but that was still not the norm.

I am not going to be politically correct here. So where are all the Sunday Clothes and what has happened to the pride of dressing to show respect for being in our chapels, the house of the Lord on Sunday and worshiping there?

Not every little boy needs to be in a tie or little suit, or little girl in a fancy dress, but I do know that a little pair of dress slacks are no more expensive than Levis. So when I see kids in Levi shorts and colorful flip-flops and play tees I am very disappointed in their parents and I know that they are not teaching their kids what it means to be in the House of the Lord, and to show respect by our appearance.

I won’t get into the adult female wearing good old flip-flops to church on this blog, because we know how the church feels about those and especially if worn to enter the temple. Now if your 8-9 months pregnant and nothing else fits be my quest.

I am grateful that my mother taught me that showing respect to our Father in Heaven is done in many different ways.