The Sun Is Still Shining!

I stopped at my mom's house this morning. I had a craving for a piece of homemade toast.

My mom makes the world's best bread.

I was dressed in something other than jeans and a t-shirt because I was headed to a baptism.

My dad walked into the kitchen and said as his greeting, "I'll sure be happy for you girls when high heels go out of style."

"Why?" I asked.

"Well they look uncomfortable and rather ridiculous."

Don't hold anything back Dad, tell me what you really think.

But I couldn't say it because I was laughing too hard.

When he walked out the door a few minutes later I said, "Have a good day. I love you Dad."

"Love you too. You girls want to tell me what kind of campaign you're on?"

(The campaign...and it's safe to tell you because my dad doesn't read my blog...unless I log in for him...is just simply making a more conscious effort to tell our dad we love him. That's all.)

But he's suspicious...after my little sister told him she loved him this morning Dad said to my mom, "I sure wish I knew what she wanted."

Poor Dad...he doesn't know what to do with 5 daughters.

One more thing-

Tell me what you think of this:

I mostly like to play sports such as Basketball, volleyball, soccer, waterski, like to dance, listen to music, watch movies, watch tv, and hang out with friends. I also like to camp, fish, and travel too. I am looking for someone that will make me smile, likes to dance, watch movies and tv with me, quote any famous movie or tv lines, laugh at my jokes, is outgoing, is not shy, likes to have fun, makes me say "WOW" when I see her. If you can also know how to make me happy, that is a big plus for me. I will let you know about how to make me happy. I like the flirts, but messages are better, and will get on my good side--HINT, HINT!!! If you do this, I will respond to you.

Dear Mr. I Can Send You a Flirt But If You Send Me One I Won't Respond:

Really? You'll tell me how to make you happy?!! I can't wait!

An Early Christmas Gift

I just read this on my friend's Facebook page. What do you say? Let's help this little guy with his Christmas wish.


"A friend of a friend has a 5 year old son, Noah, who is in the last stages of his 2 1/2 year battle with Neuroblastoma Cancer. His family is celebrating Christmas with him next week and Noah's last wish was to recieve as many christmas cards as possible. Please help make this little boy's last Christmas as special as possible. Send cards to: Noah Biorkman, 1141 Fountain View Circle, South Lyon, MI 48178"

Truth

Have you ever known truth and wanted to share it with those around you?

Have you ever known that what you know could bless the lives of others?

Have you ever just wanted to shout what you know from the roof tops?

I'm going to give it a shot...a roof top shout so to speak.

MR. WOOLLEY IS NOT FUNNY!

Did it work? Did it convince you?

It didn't really convince me either...because sometimes I think he is a little bit funny.

BUT DON'T TELL HIM I SAID SO!

If he thinks that I think he's funny...oh the comments he will leave then.

And Ben?

Brother dear?

Would you be so kind as to tell these people why I am NOT going to date Bruce?

Besides the obvious reason: he's old enough to be my dad.

(If you're confused just read the comments from the last post.)

I just want to say one more thing about Mr. Woolley.

He almost died once.

In this boat, on this river.

Dave, did your mother never teach you not to accept rides from strangers?

All In A Day's Work

Ahhh...there's nothing better than having your hair freshly done...by the professionals. While my highlights were processing my phone rang...twice. Bruce, BYU's Landscape Architect, really wanted to talk to me.

When he called the third time I answered.

"Yes Bruce?"

"Where are you? Why are you so hard to find?"

"If you really want to know Bruce, I'm getting my hair done."

"Oh...hey, I haven't asked you in a while. How are things with that guy you were dating?"

'Really Bruce, you called me three times to talk about my love life?' That's what I was thinking.

"Things ended a while ago Bruce."

"You're better off single." Bruce just went through an ugly divorce.

"Well, I'm glad you're still getting your hair done Noelle. That's a positive sign."

"I'm glad I have your support Bruce. Now, what can I do for you?"

"When you say you're getting your hair done what does that mean exactly? Cut and wash or what?"

Bored Bruce?

"Trimmed, highlighted, and styled," is what I told him.

"You highlight your hair? Noelle! Oh no...please tell me it doesn't look awful!"

"Actually Bruce, I try to keep things pretty natural. Unless someone is really observant, it's not too obvious that I have highlights. Don't worry, I think you would approve."

"Oh good...well then I'm glad you get highlights...I'm sure it looks great."

"Did you need something Bruce?" I asked.

"Oh...yes...I need some plants."

And then it was back to business as usual.

It's always nice to know my customers are looking out for me.

***It's 5 hours later and Bruce just called again...for the 6th time today. The first thing he asked, "How's the hair holding up?" I just laugh...

Friends

My grandpa had a neighbor named George. George and my grandpa were best friends, two peas in a pod. George was younger than my grandpa by at least 10 years, but they were always together.

Every Monday morning they would take Grandpa's truck and go and collect food for the food bank. They would go on walks together. They did their home teaching together. (In our church two men are asked to take care of other families in their neighborhood...visit them, give them spiritual messages, etc.)

Every Sunday George and his wife would have Grandpa over for dinner.

When Grandpa needed something, George was always there.

One night George came to visit Grandpa in the care center. It was right near the end of Grandpa's life, when he was in a coma. When George got there he started talking to Grandpa like he always did: telling him about the neighborhood, the food bank, his kids...

And while he talked, he put lotion on Grandpa's hands, because they were dry. George got a little emotional when he told Grandpa that he had been his best friend, and that he loved him and would miss him.

When George finished with the lotion he stood to leave. "Goodbye Lyn," he said. "You've lived a good life." And then he hugged me and walked out the door.

The world would be a better place if all of us could be the kind of friend that George was.

And One More Thing...

Is it right for one kid to be so stinking cute?

A Glimpse of What Matters To Me

My mood today is more pensive than chatty.

Instead of words I give you pictures.