Friday, September 14, 2012

Uugh!  Gah!  Ewww! No! No! No!

This is the sound of me throwing a temper tantrum. a grown woman, throwing a temper tantrum.  Please, allow me to explain:

I haven't had a hair cut since we've been here in Illinois, at least not one that didn't involve me standing in my bathroom with a death grip on the electric clippers, cursing everything known to man, while buzzing off what you maybe, might, conceivable refer to hair, or what's left of it. 

(Why, you may be asking, don't I grow it out?  Wouldn't long, thin hair be better than short, thin hair? Haven't I ever heard of a comb over, you ask?  Well...have you ever seen the Crypt-keeper? There's your answer.)

In Utah, I had a couple of lovely friends who had salons in their homes, who knew me 'before', and where I felt comfortable getting my hair cut.  Here I have nothing like that and  I have not been able to bring myself to go sit down in a salon full of women with beautiful hair and let total strangers try to act natural and not gawk at my pathetic little scalp.  It is humiliating just to think about it. 

So when it became apparent that I was long overdue for a real trimming, the best idea I could come up with was a barbershop.  Still, plenty of apprehension, but desperation and common sense were coming up on the inside and getting ready to steal the lead.  I had no choice but to act like I was with them as they crossed the finish line.

So yesterday, Mark took me to the barbershop.  And, it wasn't my favoritest thing in the world.  Especially the part where the barber swung my chair around, stopping me only when I was face to face with a guy who was waiting for his turn on the bench adjacent my chair.  He was a very talented finger tapper and took a sudden interest in the ceiling.  I'm not sure what was up there, but probably not a girl in a barber chair looking all butched up.

Anyway, so...I just closed my eyes and repeated in my head "I'm just getting a hair cut, I'm just getting a hair cut" over and over until the tears that were pushing at the back of my eyes went away.
Snippity, snip, snip, snip...a couple bucks for the tip, and we were on our way.

And that my friends, is what makes me say Uugh!  Gah!  No, no, please....please, not ever again, no.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Rosemary Howell Jarman

Rosemary Howell Jarman


Friday, September 7, 2012

Mormon's and their Missionaries

Find out for yourself

Although we are out there, by the tens of thousands, knocking on your doors...the truth is; we don't want you to believe us.

If you were to believe us, that would actually be a very disappointing outcome as far as we're concerned. And for the record, we don't want you to believe anyone else, either. Ideally, we'd like to see you take whatever information we provide you, or someone else provides you and then allow you find out for yourself. Personal revelation; messages between you and God, are what we believe you should base your faith on. After all, is there a more reliable source for truth?

The Holy Ghost will help you do this. It is one of his primary roles. Here's how it works; study God's word, ponder what you've read and pray about it, and then experiment to see what kind of fruit it brings into your life.

For instance, let's start with forgiveness. Read what the Lord says about forgiveness, ponder how Jesus taught us about forgiving through his example, then try forgiving someone with whom you have an unresolved grievance. Praying throughout this experience will give you access to the grace you will need to follow through as well as the warming reassurance that what you are doing is right. This process is applicable in all aspects of doctrine, not to mention daily life itself.

Many churches waste their valuable resources trying to scare their congregations away from learning about other faiths, especially that of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. This sends the message to their parishioners that they cannot trust the Holy Spirit or their Father in Heaven to guide them and protect them. See 2 Timothy 1:7 "For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind." and James 1:5 "If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him."

My life would be missing some of God's great abundance if I didn't feel comfortable listening to sermons delivered by preachers from other churches. I also would not be able to enjoy half of the music that I listen to because it is also produced by Christians that are not of my denomination. Brigham Young taught us, and I am paraphrasing; if you find something that is good and uplifting...make it yours! I cannot begin to tell you how grateful I am that my church has given me the freedom and confidence to explore and embrace goodness in all it's forms.

FYI: Philippians 4:8 "Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things."

~excerpt taken from my Ask a Mormon Girl page (

Thursday, September 6, 2012

The Temp

"No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth." ~Robert Southey

Hello.  I am your temporary friend.  I will come into your life and mingle and we will share a couple of laughs.  I'll stand by your side and we'll work together and perhaps somewhere along the way, I'll even let you know one of my secrets.  But it will probably only be part of one of my secrets; because I'd never tell you the whole thing.  Afterall, I'm only a temporary friend. 

My departure is imminent.  Sooner than you expected.  Earlier than usual.  'Imminent", "sooner", "earlier" followed by gone and possibly...even forgotten. After I leave, someone else will come water my tree, look out my windows, and soak in my tub. That's what happens when you move and we move A LOT.   

I could be described as an actor that shows up for a cameo role on an episode or two; but that analogy doesn't really work.  It implies that I have a full-time gig somewhere else and I don't think "empty moving box collector" counts.  No...I am more like a character actor; I get around but I really don't belong anywhere.

But ironically, even though my fractured zip code collection is driving me a little crazy, it has also  made me a lot of whole. Because of my association with so many different people, I have witnessed first hand how carefully God tutors each one of us - how we need it and when we need it - and although I've only been auditing your classes with the Creator, I've still learned a lot. You seem to be doing really well and I hope to be like some tiny, albeit significant way.

"Do not cry because it's over; smile because it happened."  Author Unknown

P.S.  What I meant to say, before my inner poet took over,  is that we're moving again.  After only nine months here, we are moving again.  Mark found a job elsewhere that he is really excited about.  It's been a great nine months for me...not so much for Mark.