Saturday, June 26, 2010

Good Things to Come

I love Elder Holland.  He is an Apostle in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (see more about prophet and apostles here).  I know I shouldn't play favorites, but I love this man.  He's amazing.  It doesn't hurt that he's from my home town, beautiful St. George, Utah (look for glimpses of the area in the video.  Aren't the red rock mountains beautiful?  Ah, home.).

I stumbled across this video a few days ago.  It really touched me.  (All of the Mormon Messages on youtube are amazing, but I generally try to avoid watching them because they make me cry.)  Particularly this bit:

Don't you quit.  You keep walking.  You keep trying.  There is help and happiness ahead. 
Some blessings come soon, some come late, and some don't come until heaven.  
But for those who embrace the gospel of Jesus Christ, they come. 

It will be all right in the end.  Trust God and believe in good things to come.

Monday, June 21, 2010


I have about 103 things I need to blog about.  Which is probably why I haven't blogged about any of them.  I get overwhelmed sometimes, you know?  

Another reason is that my computer sorta bit the dust.  That is, it would have if it had a mouth.  We were visiting family in Beaumont.  Sweet Jay was getting all the heavy bags out of the car (like he always, always does.  And I never have to pump my own gas when he's around.  I'm seriously spoiled.).  My computer cord, apparently, was caught on the suitcase.  So as Jay lifted out the luggage, out fell my laptop.  I heard it clatter to the ground.
"That wasn't my computer," I said.  "Tell me that wasn't my computer."

"Ummm..." Jay said.  (He doesn't lie, and he doesn't like me to be unhappy.  Stalemate.  He's generally more eloquent.)

And then I died a little.  Because Lucy (my computer, not my cat.  I had kinda forgotten that I'd named my laptop Lucy until after we named Lucy.  I guess it's what I name all my child substitutes) has been my faithful companion for the last two and a half years.  My link to the outside world.  

I walked into the house in a daze, plugged her in, hit the on button.  She (very noisily) came to life.  It was quickly apparent that the fan was broken.  If I held her vertically, the noise stopped.  But that doesn't make for ergonomic computer use, so she needs to be fixed.  

Right now, she's laying (lying? Grammar freak that I am, I have never understood the lay/lie rule) in pieces all over the living room.  If Jay can figure out how to get one last piece off, he should be able to replace the fan himself (he's a mad computer genius like that).  

So the point of this post (which was only going to be three sentences, but then my drama carried me away--it's an unfortunate tendency) is that I can't bring myself to blog on Jay's computer because it's just not the same.  I miss Lucy's feminine rounded corners, her sleekness, her repository of all my edited photos.  Jay's computer is masculine and boxy--not stylish at all. 

Any positive thoughts or prayers for Lucy (the computer, not the cat--though the cat could probably use some, too) would be welcomed.  I probably won't get my elusive blogging chi back until she's up and running again.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Writing Wednesday: Two Years

Monday was our anniversary.  I can't believe it's been two years.  I feel like we're newlyweds that have been married forever.  Is that understandable in an oxymoronic sort of way?  Time is a funny thing.  

This past week has been pretty crazy.  Saturday night (Sunday morning, really) we flew home to San Antonio after a two and a half week vacation in Utah.  Last Wednesday, we drove to Salt Lake City so Jay could meet the people at the VA where he would like to do a residency program.  Thursday, we drove back down south and met up with half the fam at The Cabin where we played at least four different versions of Settlers of Catan.  Friday, we drove back to St. George and met up with the rest of the fam.  Saturday, we drove to and flew out of Vegas, and Sunday, almost exactly twelve hours after walking through our front door, we spoke in church.  

Since we both had Monday off (I'm going to love when our anniversary falls on Memorial weekend), we went to one of our favorite places: Marburger Orchard in Fredericksburg, TX.  We went last year for strawberries and had great excitement for peach season, but a late freeze killed their crop.  We were devastated--we'd been looking forward to those peaches all winter long (we'd picked bushels of deliciousness the year before).  

This year, though, the weather was perfect for peaches.  No late freezes.  No too-warm winters.  No bugs or blight.  

So we hauled ourselves out of bed at 6:30 (A.M.!) on Monday and left for Fredericksburg with our friends Jeff and Nichole.  We were not disappointed.  

Our two years of peach cravings were finally satisfied.  We feasted our eyes on row after row of squat, heavy-laden fruit trees.

It was a beautiful, hot Texas morning.  I'd forgotten how hot Texas summers are.  I think it's similar to the birth phenomenon--you know, the one where a few days/months after giving birth a woman thinks to herself, "That wasn't really so bad--I could do it again."  Because, trust me, if it were possible to remember just how hot and humid it gets every summer (and by "summer" I mean April through October), no one would live here.  Those darn mild winters and beautiful springs lull us into a false sense of security just in time for summer to punch us in the face.

Jay's height was definitely an asset when it came to picking the ripest, largest peaches.  Since there had been hordes of people picking peaches all weekend, by Monday the choicest peaches were high up in the leafy boughs.  

I love fences.  No matter the style, I think they make for some fun photos.

I hate bugs.  Hate, hate, hate them.  And the orchard was full of them.  Large crane flies buzzed around the fruit.  Spiders spun their webs between twigs on the peach trees, and I had a minor freak out every time I walked through one of them (about once every three minutes).  Spiderwebs on my face = full body shudder + crazy dance + major grimace.  Ick.

But butterflies...well, they're the exception.  I love how vibrant and delicate and graceful they are.  

I also love taking pictures of them.  Can you tell?

Jeff and Nichole, picking away.

Thanks for joining us, guys! 

After we'd picked our fill, we headed over to Fredericksburg.  We browsed and window shopped and ate some delicious food, and then we headed back home.  Jay and I were so tuckered out that we zonked in the back seat.  Nichole and Jeff were nice enough to let us sleep.  

Later in the afternoon, we went to Jonathan and Mandy's house and had some truly amazing food.  I've been sitting here for about two minutes trying to come up with adequate superlatives for Jonathan's cooking, but I'm at a loss.  We really, really appreciated it.  That's about all I can say.

And to Jay, these past two years have been the best of my life.  You are patient and kind and good (and hot).   How blessed, how lucky, how grateful am I.

Happy Anniversary.