"My Prophet"

I don't know if it's actually okay to feel possessive of a Prophet....

(But, then again, I'm sure everyone who cared about President Hinckley is feeling a bit of that right now.)

He has been the Prophet since I was 16. Not only does that mean he's gotten me through growing pains and life-changing decisions, it means he's been presiding over the best moments of my life.

In my selfish way, I feel sad that he left us and, at least for awhile, we won't be privileged to hear his comforting words and optimistic urging. But when I really sit and think about how glorious Sunday night was for him, I can only feel happiness and comfort. He awaited that day, I would bet, since his wife died. Sunday marked his turn and I'm sure he was more than ready for the welcome embraces and rest he's undoubtedly found on the other side. I've pictured it over and over again in my mind--who would be there to meet him and how excited his cute little feisty wife is to now have him with her again. Even more awe-inspiring is the thought of his reunion with the Savior. All of those years of service and exemplary living must have been a small price for the warm reception I can only imagine occurred.

So, the selfish sadness has flitted away and in its place, gratitude reigns for the chance to be "acquainted" with him. I'm grateful that I am a woman privileged to hear the words of a Prophet who spoke unceasingly of woman's divine nature. I'm grateful for the feelings I have experienced while listening to his positive, uplifting words. I'm grateful for the encouragement I have received in my life because of his bidding to "do the best you can" and 'be a little better". I'm grateful for the bright spot he was to, not only our faith, but the world as a whole. But, mostly I'm grateful that the Lord saw fit that I could live in the day of Gordon B. Hinckley.

"Without hard work, nothing grows but weeds."

"Our lives are the only meaningful expressions of what we belive and in Whom we believe. And the only real wort for any of us lies in our faith."

"These are difficult times. The economy is struggling. There is conflict in the world. But the Almighty is keeping His promise that He will bless those who walk in faith and righteousness before Him. "

"We have no need to fear. We have no need to worry. We have no need to speculate. Our imperative need is to be found doing our duty individually in the callings which have come to us. And because, for the most part, the Latter-day Saints are walking in faith and working with conviction, the Church is consistently growing ever stronger."

Wild Pubber

You Belong in Dublin

Friendly and down to earth, you want to enjoy Europe without snobbery or pretensions. You're the perfect person to go wild on a pub crawl... or enjoy a quiet bike ride through the old part of town.

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Megan, come visit me anytime! :)

Vexatious Language Down and Out: Deported to Overcrowded Land of Forbidden Words

I call your attention to the 2008 Banished Words on my What's What list, compiled by Lake Superior State University. (Who are THEY? I am at a loss, truly, but their Banished Words List is BRILLIANT!)

It has inspired me to free my pent up aggravation toward a few words that float about and spew forth, unattractive and harsh to the ear. It's just something about the way they sound...or their frequency of use. FOR THE LOVE OF GOOD LANGUAGE! It's personal and I hope no one is offended if you love some of my most hated words.

Thus, my very own List is born. Although, for the sake of creativity and copyright infringement, I will entitle mine the Vexatious Language Bounced List, or just Bounced for short. It is my sincere wish that the words which appear on said List would book their fare on the next train outta town and never come back.

On the other hand, there are words that are not used NEARLY enough. This list I will call...hmmmm...how about Downright Delicious Diction, or simply Delicious.

You might find my preoccupation a little disturbing, but you see, this obsession began many years ago. My college roommates and I had a very large collection of our "Good Words", scrawled in various positions upon a 5 foot section of butcher paper. We papered our apartment walls with it and added new, great-sounding words almost daily. We practically formed our own language.

So....having explained that and without further ado, I introduce my very first edition of Bounced and Delicious Lists, respectively.

Sayonara, ciao, adios: psycho, freakin', the bomb, panties, and cocoa--for now

A warm embrace, curtsy, shake of the hand: Apocrypha, unwieldy, helter-skelter, dishy, retort, sizzle, hoity-toity

A Frolicking Game of Tag...and I'm It

Six Things You Really Don't Need (or Even Want) to Know About Me, But Nevertheless Will Know After Reading This List

**If you would prefer not to know my idiosyncrasies, please avoid reading this entry at all cost.**

(Thanks for the tag, Amanda.)

1. I love dill pickles and pineapple--together--on my salads.

2. I love the way Justin Timberlake dances. Secretly, I wish I could break dance, but am holding out hope for Bennett.

3. I do not like Mexico. (Sorry, Autumn and Brynn.)

4. The best kind of day is a rainy day. I don't like a lot of sunshine. (Vampire?)

5. I have nicknames for every member of my family, including my pets.

6. At one time in my life, I wanted to be an architect, an interior designer, book editor, dietician and meteorologist. Oh, and I obviously wanted to be a counselor. Check.

Thanks to my superior running, weaving and tackling skills, the following people have been TAGGED. (You should run faster next time.)

Megan H., Amy V., Jessica M., Angela B., Autumn S., Heather T.(we need more deep, dark secrets, Heather. :) and I'm taking the liberty to add one more, Nicole A. Okay, forget it, I'm tagging everyone. Leona B., Karen S., Sara G., Brynn L., Jenna W. and Jo, you too. (Sorry, I can't leave anyone out.)

The RULES:

1. Each player lists 6 facts/habits about themselves.

2. At the end of the post, the player then tags 6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog....

Can anyone tell me where I might find the Two Year Old Whine/Yell/Cry MUTE Button? I have searched all over Bennett and am coming up with nothin'.

**Seasoned veterans of Two Year Old Wars, please send enlightenment.**

SOS! MAYDAY!

Phew--He Doesn't Look Like Pammy

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A Hearty, Side-Splitting, Tear-Producing Laugh: Me and Pamela, Pre-Botox and Various Other "Pre"-Surgeries

Two Weirdos with Beardos

Okay, our newest furry tenants are not weird at all, but they technically DO have beards. Actually, they're cute enough to squish, but I've been looking for a chance to use the phrase Weirdo with a Beardo (thank you, "Andy" on Evan Almighty). If I didn't use the phrase soon, it would rampage my sleep-filled nights and wreak havoc on my overcrowded brain. (Note: brain not overcrowded due to excessive knowledge; rather, overcrowded with nonsense such as aforementioned phrase obsession and swarms of equally preposterous bits.)

I now introduce you to the smallest of the Bearded Ones--

Charlotte Martella

Age: 3 months

Himilayan

Aliases: Stresser Under the Dresser

and
Peppy On the Steppy

I would also like you to meet the Largest of the Bearded Ones--

Willoughby Martin

Age: 2 years

Himalayan/Yellow Tabby mix

Aliases: Hairy on the Stairy

and

Chubby in the Tubby
Evidently, Willoughby's modesty supercedes his vanity. He will not let me take a picture of him in the tub.

We busted these two out of the Humane Society and Salt Lake County Shelter on Saturday. Two cages emptied--a small, yet satisfying victory for Cat Woman and her sidekicks, Kitty Man and Hairball. (Kitty Man=Christopher, Hairball=Bennett)

I had one very important requirement for our future feline occupants: they had to have blue eyes, in honor of Marty (The Cat). I'm not sure what kind of discrimination that is, but I succeeded in finding two very adorable candidates and no one was offended. Except maybe the fifty other cats I didn't choose, but would have loved to take home had I the room and just a smidge more craziness. (Having two cats has officially bumped me up to the Crazy Cat Lady level. Having fifty plus would be Level 5: Clinically Insane Cat Lady.)

200 Year Old Woman Runs Marathon

Thanks to my affiliate Megan at www.cupcakechowder.blogspot.com, I am able to deliver particularly delightful news to any and all Jane Austen devotees.

Jane Austen is running a marathon!

Or, at least PBS's Masterpiece Theater (said with a fine British accent, mind you) is running the marathon on her bahalf. I beseech--nay, behest-- you, in the name of great literature, to tune in to PBS beginning Sunday, January 13th.

Everyone will be there--the Bennett sisters, Anne Elliott, Fanny Price, the Dashwoods, Emma Woodhouse...Mr. Darcy.... :)

More info here

"Point Out Preggars" and Other Riotous New Year's Games

New Year's in Price, Utah, is not celebrated in quite the same way as in other parts of the state, country and I daresay , world.

Yes, there are similarities--those Castle Country dwellers haven't completely reinvented the wheel. But their idea of New Year's entertainment and your idea of New Year's fun may differ slightly.

Chronicled for the first time in a public domain, I bring you the

Cox Family New Year's Games 2007/2008

Exhibit 1:

"Point out the Preggars"

(Also known as Find the Fruitful and Guess the Gestater)

Need help? HINT: Contestants 2,4,5,6 are NOT in the family way. Make no mistake, I am most certainly contestant #2!!

Exhibit 2:

"Take a Family Picture in 5 Degree Weather"

Other objectives of the game are to: (1.) Get Bennett to Look at the Camera and (2.) Be Happy About It

Exhibit 3:
"Audition for Cox Family's Heavy Metal Band,
Hearing Impaired Cheetah"
(not to be confused with Def Leppard)

Exhibit 4:

"Chase Small Children with Open Markers Around House to Prevent Multi-Colored Walls and Furnishings"

The game is won when participating Small Children cry when markers are confiscated.