a society for relief

Here's the scene: Saturday, September 27th somewhere between 6 o'clock and half past 7 in the evening | Sitting next to my mom sitting next to my sister on a pew in her stake building after eating from a smorgasbord of soups feeling quite full in my mid section | The choir director turns to lead the entire congregation--mind you this is a satellite feed from the great SLC and the congregation includes women across the globe--in Now Let Us Rejoice (If there were to be punctuation after the hymn names, this one would definitely have a ! ) | little sister stands up | mom stands up | woman sitting on other side of sister stands up | I stand up | the rest of the women in the room stand up | we sing the words...

Now let us rejoice in the day of salvation.
No longer as strangers on earth need we roam
Good tidings are sounding to us and each nation,
And shortly the hour of redemption will come,
When all that was promised the Saints will be given,
And none will molest them from morn until ev'n,
And earth will appear as the Garden of Eden,
And Jesus will say to all Israel, "Come home."

We'll love one another and never dissemble
But cease to do evil and ever be one.
And when the ungodly are fearing and tremble,
We'll watch for the day when the Savior will come,
When all that was promised the Saints will be given,
And none will molest them from morn until ev'n,
And earth will appear as the Garden of Eden,
And Jesus will say to all Israel, "Come home."

In faith we'll rely on the arm of Jehovah
To guide thru these last days of trouble and gloom,
And after the scourges and harvest are over,
We'll rise with the just when the Savior doth come.
Then all that was promised the Saints will be given,
And they will be crown'd with the angels of heav'n,
And earth will appear as the Garden of Eden,
And Christ and his people will ever be one.

...and I can barely contain my emotions to the point where I am mouthing many of the lyrics | I'll tell you the reason if you want to know | I love love love the feeling that I get during the annual General Relief Society meeting | the overwhelming sense of sisterhood | renewed realization of purpose | knowing that I am not alone in my love for the Savior--there are millions of women out there who mirror my sentiments | the gentle chastisement for the areas I need so desperately to improve in...

I also LOVED President Uchtdorf's message about creating (which, btw is not online). This last weekend a good family friend was in town for a seminar. We just happened to be garage saleing and I decided to display the jewelry that I make and try to sell some of it. When this friend was over, she looked through my loot and ooo'ed and ahh'ed, which made me feel really good (there's something very validating about having someone else think the things that I think are pretty are pretty) and I mentioned that jewelry making kept me sane through grad school. She then stated that she believes we, women in particular, need creative outlets in order to maintain optimum mental health. And I agree! Not only does creating something from random materials give us some mental stimulation and allows us to work with our hands and is all but mundane, I believe the satisfaction stems from its connection to God, our Creator. I really appreciated Pres Uchtdorf's encouragement to think outside the box when thinking about creating, as creating laughter is in fact creating.

Sometimes in jest I say that I'm glad I'm a woman so I don't have to be married to one. In all honesty, I am glad I am a woman because of all of this and more.


There's a few things about me that, I'll admit, are pretty weird. I'm not sure if these qualify as quirks or just evidences of craziness...

First, I assign inanimate objects gender. Ah, I can't believe I'm admitting this. I think it's normal for people to think of their car as either male or female; boats are usually referred to as ladies; mountains: Nebo is male, Timp is female; crayons based on their color; numbers & letters: A is masculine, B is feminine, etc...maybe those last few aren't so normal. I mean, it's not like I'm counting my steps or washing my hands excessively. This isn't something that takes up a lot of space in my brain, just something that I've noticed over the years. My iPod changes gender, which I know is weird, but brings me to number two...

Second, I swear music is alive. If not music, then my stereo and iPod. They have personalties! In my car, I usually just set it to random shuffle, so I can't predict what song will play next. Sometimes if I'm feeling a particular artist, I'll turn off the shuffle, but that's not part of my story today. It's the not so random shuffle that catches my attention.

For example, a few years back after "breaking up" with this one guy for what seemed like the hundredth time--this time was for good--I started my car and bawled. Even though this dude had worn out his welcome in my head and heart, I was still grieving the loss. The first song that my iPod played was Everybody Hurts by R.E.M., a song I had not heard in years. I couldn't help but laugh because it's such a dramatic song! Poor me, wah! Then, the next song that came on was one by Jessica Andrews, I won't go into detail due to personal nature, but it reminded me that I know what it's like to be cherished utterly and completely and that it is worth waiting for and the tears started falling again, though not so much for mourning but for hope. My iPod told me in just two short songs, it's okay to cry over that jerk while I laugh at you, but only for a minute. It's not worth more than that.

As I crossed the Stateline last week leaving the beach behind me, can you guess what song came on? Hem's Not California. Ah, I sang along, it's not true and it's not fair and it's not you and it's not California here...wondering again: Why? feeling just a little sorry for myself. I know I haven't explained why I chose to move back to Utah. That's largely because I don't know yet. Just a feeling that I had to act on and the timing seemed to work out and everything just fell into place...in just one week. Back to the random shuffle--the next song in the serendipitous playlist was Shut Up and Drive ~ Chely Wright, reminding me to not look in the mirror. The beach would be...a dude? It fits in with the lyrics. Chely was followed by Families Can Be Together Forever from the children's hymn book. I didn't let that one play very long--just quietly acknowledged that, indeed, I would be able to spend more time with my family. I hit the skip button to hear the soothing voice of Dave Matthews beckoning me to be his lover for tonight and was sold. How does my iPod know me so well? How does he/she know that I associate DMB with the mountains and his live shows at Wolf Mountain/Canyons/Usana?

Is this craziness? Probably. I have always found comfort and inspiration in music. And, as hard as it is for me to admit, I am glad to be back under the protective wing of Timpanogus adorned in her autumn eye candy. I'm really looking forward to not feeling so socially awkward though. I went to my first social event last night and felt oh so out of place. I forgot what it's like to be a new girl--very unexpected.

It all started out as a move to Huntington Beach...

...last La Fogata run. Bye Norm!

...last canoe ride through the harbor.

...last meal at Yard House.
...last dinner at Grandpa Al & Grand Kathy's. I'll miss my California family!

...last day at the beach.

...last ferry ride.
...last TK chicken burger. (The "Y" sticker was placed by Casey and me in August. Someone didn't like it very much. I wonder why?)

...last time I'll ever attempt to drive a rig this big...thanks Joe for saving us from the terrible fate of driving 55 or less all the way back.



I'm super disappointed. Wasn't JLH quoted as saying she loved her body after those "chubby" bikini pics were published?

I guess she wasn't as in love with her body as I thought. I mean, she looks great now, but she looked great before in a normal person sort of way.

I hate hollywood.

even better than Saturday morning cartoons

I woke up this morning earlier than I wanted to. When am I just going to resign myself to the fact that I can't sleep in?

In the process of packing and getting ready for my big move to Huntington next weekend, I came across the DVDs of our trip to England and Italy...remember girls? What a blast. So, when the morning sun woke me up today (oh wait, the sun wasn't really up yet) I decided to make really good use of my time and pull those bad boys out. I must say my videography skills have improved significantly since then AND I'm totally regretting that I didn't save the movie files. What happens if these precious discs ever get scratched?

Joshua Radin is Dreamy and so is KS Rhoads, but not as much as Josh

I was told that I need to post something juicy...well here you go, Colby :)

I'm pregnant...with a musician's baby! Not really, but sick! Right? I can't believe I didn't suck in my gut for this photo. Geesh. Maybe I was too focused on not getting choaked to death. I should crop it :).

Here's the real story:

On August 23rd, 2008 I was at the House of Blues (affectionately called the HOB) in Anaheim: Downtown Disney to see one Joshua Radin (see link to the right). I love these shows cause you just never know what gems will be opening. I'll be honest, did not love the first girl and don't even remember her name. BUT Erin McCarley was amazing (see link to the right) and so was her keyboardist who turns out to be Kevin aka: KS Rhoads. I have previously mentioned this "thing" I have for musicians, right? Okay, so as Erin is winning over the entire audience...I'll just give you our conversation, that's right. OUR conversation:

Erin: So, we tried to go to Disneyland today, cause we're right here and they wouldn't let us in. I guess if we wanted to pay $94.50 we could've gone, but...

Me: [from the darkness of the crowd] You can use my pass!

Erin: Oh, that's so sweet! If we were going to be here another day, I'd take you up on that.

KS: Who said that?

Me: [peaking my head around so as to fall into the spotlight and waving my hand, very sheepishly...I do like talking to the people on the stage, but not this much]

KS: Do you cook?

Morgan: YES, she does.

KS: What's your number?

Me: 949....

Audience: giggling

Maybe it should've ended there? Maybe, but it didn't. It took a couple songs for me to get up the courage to write my number on a piece of franklin-covey paper from Morgan, along with the words, "For a home-cooked meal or disneyland..." SO lame. If I could I would go back and come up with something WAY better. Then, I worked my way up to the stage. I folded the paper like the rookie that I am, so when I tossed it on the stage, it flew like a shoddily made paper airplane and landed in a pile of cables under his keyboard. I was content to leave it just like that, but the gay dudes (referring to sexual orientation, not personality) leaning on the stage grabbed my note, crumpled it into a ball and gave it a worthy throw landing it right under his seat. Then some of the other girls who were there yelled, "KS, KS" and pointed at ground.

It actually was pretty funny how it all went down. Then Erin noticed what was going on and said, "KS, are you getting love notes? I guess we're in the 2nd grade. I can't take you anywhere."

I felt just about the lamest I've ever felt before in my entire life. I am not a groupie!

After the show, we really wanted to meet Joshua. So, I led the pack (who were HOB newborns) back to the patio where it's know the musicians meet & greet. That's where this happened and I realized that I was definitely not showing enough skin to get anywhere with this Guiness loving, piano genius. Even if I'm carrying his child. Oh wait...shoot.

But really. How dreamy is this little guy? Come on?! Don't you just want to put him in your pocket? Or wear him like a backpack so he can play sweet whispers of his version of rock in your ear?
That's right. I'm pretty ticked about this one. "We'll go downstairs to see if we can find Josh, and we'll call you if we see him, and you guys (Tara and me) call us if he comes upstairs!" Do you think we got a phone call or even as much of a "come down to the stage" text? Nope.