So, at this count I have had 55 Christmases. Not that I can remember them all, but since it is a bit quite around her, it is kind of fun to see what Christmases I do remember. And, actually, I remember many more Christmas seasons than I thought I would. You see, I don’t really remember very many details from past history.
If you were to ask me my favorite gifts from the past I would tell you I have two fond memories. Two simple gifts that come to mind with warm memories.
The first happened while we lived in Twin Falls. I can’t remember if it was 1986 or 1987, but it was the year that Lori surprised my with a song she had written. I don’t remember the words. It was a pleasant tune, and she had a difficult time singing it amongst the tears. I loved it that she really gave of herself, as difficult as it was. That memory jumps out first.
The second favorite gift I received just two or three years ago. Lori gave me a simple square glass candy jar full of mints. Butter mints, chocolate mints, peppermint and spearmint candy filled the jar. I love soft mints to eat at church as opposed to chewing gum. Keeps the breath “minty fresh”! However, I admit I can eat them too quickly, which makes me cough, and I am sure embarrassed the heck out of Lori.
I digress.
The best part of the gift is that she promised to keep the jar full of mints for one full year. No easy feat, but she did it. I still have the jar, and I now struggle to keep it full of mints.
Perhaps the most misunderstood gift I ever received was the year I received a blood pressure monitor. I came to learn that it was a way that Lori was telling me that she loved me and was concerned about me. I still have that gift as well. I even use it a couple of days a week.
I have many memories from before my marriage. I was lucky enough to get a Fiat hatchback when I turned 16. My dad had cast a car and a key in some sort of resin and put it under the tree. When I opened the gift, my parents opened the curtains and there is it was, a Fiat with a big red bow. I remember the year I got a Springbar Tent, a five-speed banana seat bicycle, skis, and other things. I remember way back when I was entertained by boxes, when stacked together made a store and a post office, It included pretend dry goods to sell, a cash register and even pretend coins.
There was the year that I heard banging all night long. My dad had put together a train track with buildings and trees and mountains. Must of taken him all night long.
I remember doing similar activities. Like the year I painted a bicycle for Bret, snuck in gerbils and all the fixing’s so the boys might still believe in Santa. After all, mom would never allow such a gift, so there must be a Santa.
Then, there are the trips to Pine Valley for the holidays. That is another blog.
Merry Christmas. May fond memories spring to mind when you look back.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
It is okay to speak to strangers
I’m sure this will be for me more than you, but I hope you learn and don’t repeat my mistakes. I have a mentor who says “Rules are made to keep other people out of the way.”
He shares this along with the concept that rules don’t apply to him because he doesn’t want to be limited to another’s beliefs. Before you try to peg him a an anarchist, he isn’t that at all. He is a loving, caring individual. He just learned to not accept limiting-beliefs. He works his hardest with me to see the error of my ways.
I don’t know where some of my limiting beliefs come from. Many I have set up myself. I have made rules that I felt I had to live by.
For instance, my daughter always struggled with my inquisitive nature when she was in high school. I wanted to know how her day ways, her friends, thoughts. She would complain that I asked too many questions. So, I made a rule with her. “No more than three questions.” It seemed to work. We’d often joke that I had my three questions, she could go on with her day un-bothered. It seemed to worked.
Now that she is grown, and on her own, I find it hard to visit with her on the phone. I am limited to asking three questions. Or so my belief tells me. We can go weeks without talking. Thank goodness for face book. I am suffering from my rule -- my limiting belief.
I wonder how many times I grew up believing an adult’s reprimand, “You only get one.” or “You’re the oldest, so you need to share with everyone else first.” I wonder how many times I have set rules from my children, limited their belief, in a similar way, an innocent statement.
Lori and I worked hard to allow our children to explore, within reason, their talents, interests, abilities. But, looking back, I wonder how many times I set a rule that didn’t really apply to anything. A rule that wasn’t really a rule. Limiting their belief without knowing it.
It’s like the rule “Don’t talk to strangers.” Parents drill this into their kids. Teachers tell the kids to be quiet and only speak when spoken to, or raise their hand for permission to speak.
No wonder the number one fear most adults face is “public speaking“. No one ever pulled their child aside at age 19 or 21, and say “It’s now ok to speak to strangers.”
I help facilitate a simulator, a game really, that has no rules. Not that there isn’t a pattern to playing the game, but one of the first concepts I teach with this game is that “you don’t have to wait for someone else to be successful before you can be.” Players who understand what I say, start rolling the dice and moving as fast as they can.
That’s the rule I am living in 2011. I am not going to allow my limiting beliefs limit me. The rules that I believe exist to keep me in my place aren’t really rules. I hope my children don’t wait until they are my age (55) to discover their limiting beliefs. AND, if I put those beliefs there, I truly sorry. I give them permission to “talk to strangers.”
He shares this along with the concept that rules don’t apply to him because he doesn’t want to be limited to another’s beliefs. Before you try to peg him a an anarchist, he isn’t that at all. He is a loving, caring individual. He just learned to not accept limiting-beliefs. He works his hardest with me to see the error of my ways.
I don’t know where some of my limiting beliefs come from. Many I have set up myself. I have made rules that I felt I had to live by.
For instance, my daughter always struggled with my inquisitive nature when she was in high school. I wanted to know how her day ways, her friends, thoughts. She would complain that I asked too many questions. So, I made a rule with her. “No more than three questions.” It seemed to work. We’d often joke that I had my three questions, she could go on with her day un-bothered. It seemed to worked.
Now that she is grown, and on her own, I find it hard to visit with her on the phone. I am limited to asking three questions. Or so my belief tells me. We can go weeks without talking. Thank goodness for face book. I am suffering from my rule -- my limiting belief.
I wonder how many times I grew up believing an adult’s reprimand, “You only get one.” or “You’re the oldest, so you need to share with everyone else first.” I wonder how many times I have set rules from my children, limited their belief, in a similar way, an innocent statement.
Lori and I worked hard to allow our children to explore, within reason, their talents, interests, abilities. But, looking back, I wonder how many times I set a rule that didn’t really apply to anything. A rule that wasn’t really a rule. Limiting their belief without knowing it.
It’s like the rule “Don’t talk to strangers.” Parents drill this into their kids. Teachers tell the kids to be quiet and only speak when spoken to, or raise their hand for permission to speak.
No wonder the number one fear most adults face is “public speaking“. No one ever pulled their child aside at age 19 or 21, and say “It’s now ok to speak to strangers.”
I help facilitate a simulator, a game really, that has no rules. Not that there isn’t a pattern to playing the game, but one of the first concepts I teach with this game is that “you don’t have to wait for someone else to be successful before you can be.” Players who understand what I say, start rolling the dice and moving as fast as they can.
That’s the rule I am living in 2011. I am not going to allow my limiting beliefs limit me. The rules that I believe exist to keep me in my place aren’t really rules. I hope my children don’t wait until they are my age (55) to discover their limiting beliefs. AND, if I put those beliefs there, I truly sorry. I give them permission to “talk to strangers.”
Friday, November 19, 2010
We share a common enemy!!
I double dog dare you to convince me I don’t have the greatest grandchildren in the world. Come on. Just Try!
I love having grandchildren. Do you know why grandparents and grandchildren get along so well? They have a common enemy. (Drum roll) Grandchildren are your reward for allowing your children to make it to 21 alive, (drum roll). No really, I have two wonderful grandsons, who are all boy. I have one granddaughter who is all girl, and a second beautifully precious 3-monthish granddaughter that is all chubby cheeks and smiles. She, I am sure, will be as precious as her brothers and cousin.
My oldest grandson, Parker, is so much like his dad. He is deliberate in his actions and his choices. He is shy one minute, and all noise the next. He has the sweetest eyes that melt grandma-great’s heart when he visits. Parker is reluctant to ask her for a piece of candy, (probably coached by his parents not to ask) so he stand near her with his big blue eyes, just waiting for an invitation from grandma-great.
His little brother, Aiden, on the other hand, has no problem asking. He has no problem flashing his wide smile, and venturing off to see what the world has in store for him. He is a confident one. He is also all rough and tumble. Big brother beware. Dad, you need to keep your guard up. Mom, you have your hands full. Little sister, I may get a little rough, but no one had better tease you or give you a hard time, cause they will have me to deal with.
The third in this family is my youngest. Born in September, Laney is a doll. So unlike her brothers. I look forward to her spirit shining as she matures.
Faye, my other granddaughter, is all girl. Drama Queen. She has beautiful eyes, (I think it is a running theme in my second generation, they all have beautiful eyes with wonderful expressionistic faces!) She plays with the two boys in the neighborhood that are similar in ages. They will use the sticks they find as pretend guns and swords, clubs and bats. She used the sticks as a magic wand, transforming objects into items of her desire.
Universally, there is nothing like my hearing my grandsons holler with pleasure that “It’s Grandpa” when I ring the door bell at their home. It causes instant commotion, (sorry Kim). There is nothing sweeter than when my granddaughter is concerned when I go to get something out of the car, “Where you going grandpa Jim?” She hasn’t tired of me yet.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Life is like a batting average!
The summer of 2010 I had a great experience watching as my son began his coaching career. He was coaching his oldest son, Parker, in the ways of baseball. Technically it was T-Ball, which is very different from baseball.
True, in T-Ball there are all the elements of baseball. There are bats, balls, bases, gloves, unruly fans, aka parents, and a chance to play in the outdoors on a team.
Different in that everybody gets to swing at the ball on the T. Everyone gets to run the bases, no one gets called out. And no one really knows what is going on, except for those unruly fans, In the end, the most important lesson is what “after game treat” was brought to share among the team members.
I share this as the World Series of 2010 is in mid-stream. The San Francisco Giants and the Texas Rangers are playing the best-of-seven to see who gets to claim the title “World Champion.” Texas has never been to the Series, and San Francisco hasn’t won a Championship since 1964.
I share this information to lead up to a thought I came across in the writings of Og Mandino, a great philosophical author on the elements of success. He wrote a series of “Worlds Greatest Salesman” and introduce scrolls, which read often, would help anyone interested in rising above mediocrity to find the inner fortitude to do so. I was introduced to them while serving as a missionary for my church, back in the 70’s.
Today, I struggle with the elements that create success, and how it is defined. I also struggle to remember that one of the elements of creating success is that there is a ratio of contacts to sales that is true in every business. This quote comes from The University of Og Mandino.
Success has the intrinsic character of a batting average. It is not all of a piece, not every hour nor every day is uniformly successful. Rather, there are upturns in success separated by valleys of failure. I successful television producer, responsible for turning out an intensely complex and difficult program every day remarked.
“I’d go crazy if I tried to judge every day’s performance against an absolute standard of perfection. All I try for is a good batting average. I know very well that sometimes I’ going to foul out, but so long as I get my share of singles and doubles, perhaps an occasional home run, I don’t mind the inevitable errors or strikeouts.”
So, too, a successful life will have its days or even years of failure. These are not blights upon such a life, but merely the inevitable failings which bear testimony to the fact that success isn’t easy.
Success is not anything like T-Ball. You do not hit each inning. You do get thrown out, and sometimes you even strike out “looking.” If you are going to put the ratios to work, you must at least “go down swinging.”
True, in T-Ball there are all the elements of baseball. There are bats, balls, bases, gloves, unruly fans, aka parents, and a chance to play in the outdoors on a team.
Different in that everybody gets to swing at the ball on the T. Everyone gets to run the bases, no one gets called out. And no one really knows what is going on, except for those unruly fans, In the end, the most important lesson is what “after game treat” was brought to share among the team members.
I share this as the World Series of 2010 is in mid-stream. The San Francisco Giants and the Texas Rangers are playing the best-of-seven to see who gets to claim the title “World Champion.” Texas has never been to the Series, and San Francisco hasn’t won a Championship since 1964.
I share this information to lead up to a thought I came across in the writings of Og Mandino, a great philosophical author on the elements of success. He wrote a series of “Worlds Greatest Salesman” and introduce scrolls, which read often, would help anyone interested in rising above mediocrity to find the inner fortitude to do so. I was introduced to them while serving as a missionary for my church, back in the 70’s.
Today, I struggle with the elements that create success, and how it is defined. I also struggle to remember that one of the elements of creating success is that there is a ratio of contacts to sales that is true in every business. This quote comes from The University of Og Mandino.
Success has the intrinsic character of a batting average. It is not all of a piece, not every hour nor every day is uniformly successful. Rather, there are upturns in success separated by valleys of failure. I successful television producer, responsible for turning out an intensely complex and difficult program every day remarked.
“I’d go crazy if I tried to judge every day’s performance against an absolute standard of perfection. All I try for is a good batting average. I know very well that sometimes I’ going to foul out, but so long as I get my share of singles and doubles, perhaps an occasional home run, I don’t mind the inevitable errors or strikeouts.”
So, too, a successful life will have its days or even years of failure. These are not blights upon such a life, but merely the inevitable failings which bear testimony to the fact that success isn’t easy.
Success is not anything like T-Ball. You do not hit each inning. You do get thrown out, and sometimes you even strike out “looking.” If you are going to put the ratios to work, you must at least “go down swinging.”
Friday, October 22, 2010
A Second Chance
I received a call from a friend of a friend, who was interested in learning more about my business. I had never met Troy in my life. My life was about to add another story,
I met Troy for lunch and, as is my nature, asked him to share his story with me. This, in brief, is some of what I learned.
Tory had been in the advertiging business, selling penny per/household coupons. As we talked, I knew of his business, and we shared names of printers that we had both used in our past. He was quite successful and had a wonderful business model, with little competition. He was in print, radio and television. He owned several Corvettes, a large home, had six figures in the bank, and was on a roll. He loved fast cars. He had a "Kit Ferrari" custom built. He believed he was on top of the world and had no need for God nor his religion. He could do it all on his own.
In fact, he had approached his church leaders to remove his name from their records. Hasta la vista!
He says God had other plans. As he left the church building, and before he arrived home, he had crashed his fancy Corvette If you know anything about this car, it is pretty-much fiberglass on wheels. He was in a coma that lasted around 30 days.
When came to, he had lost parts of his vision, mobility, abilities, and more. It wasn't all of what he lost, but the road from there shows the extent of his losses. He quickly realized he may have "had it all" but in reality, the bank owned most of it. That, in a nutshell should describe where his life has gone.
Today he is a humble man, working his way out of debt, out of a horrible situation. As part of his "second chance"at life, he was asked out-of-the-blue to participate in a movie shoot for the LDS Church. He had no acting background, and they liked that. It was his look that they loved. He has now actually had several photo shoots, articles in newspapers, featuring his likeness and radio interviews announcing the that LDS Church is looking for people who have the appereance of "middle-east ancestry" for future movies about the New Testament.
He is very grateful that God gave him a second chance. I learned to quickly love this man, his journey, and his story. He plays a roll that in someways very much is true to life. In his darkest hours, those who could help, those he trusted turned. The good Samritan was there by his side. And remains there today, in his heart
Wonderful story.
Follow this llink to read more about the film and to watch the 5-minute clipl
http://new.lds.org/church/news/lds-motion-picture-studio-seeks-actors-for-new-testament-project?lang=eng
I met Troy for lunch and, as is my nature, asked him to share his story with me. This, in brief, is some of what I learned.
Tory had been in the advertiging business, selling penny per/household coupons. As we talked, I knew of his business, and we shared names of printers that we had both used in our past. He was quite successful and had a wonderful business model, with little competition. He was in print, radio and television. He owned several Corvettes, a large home, had six figures in the bank, and was on a roll. He loved fast cars. He had a "Kit Ferrari" custom built. He believed he was on top of the world and had no need for God nor his religion. He could do it all on his own.
In fact, he had approached his church leaders to remove his name from their records. Hasta la vista!
He says God had other plans. As he left the church building, and before he arrived home, he had crashed his fancy Corvette If you know anything about this car, it is pretty-much fiberglass on wheels. He was in a coma that lasted around 30 days.
When came to, he had lost parts of his vision, mobility, abilities, and more. It wasn't all of what he lost, but the road from there shows the extent of his losses. He quickly realized he may have "had it all" but in reality, the bank owned most of it. That, in a nutshell should describe where his life has gone.
Today he is a humble man, working his way out of debt, out of a horrible situation. As part of his "second chance"at life, he was asked out-of-the-blue to participate in a movie shoot for the LDS Church. He had no acting background, and they liked that. It was his look that they loved. He has now actually had several photo shoots, articles in newspapers, featuring his likeness and radio interviews announcing the that LDS Church is looking for people who have the appereance of "middle-east ancestry" for future movies about the New Testament.
He is very grateful that God gave him a second chance. I learned to quickly love this man, his journey, and his story. He plays a roll that in someways very much is true to life. In his darkest hours, those who could help, those he trusted turned. The good Samritan was there by his side. And remains there today, in his heart
Wonderful story.
Follow this llink to read more about the film and to watch the 5-minute clipl
http://new.lds.org/church/news/lds-motion-picture-studio-seeks-actors-for-new-testament-project?lang=eng
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Meeting A President's Challenge
It was November, 1976, and I was about to leave Minnesota and fly home to Salt Lake City. I had just about completed my church mission. All that I had left was the interview with the mission president.
I had the privilege of serving with President Douglas Callister. He was a young, dynamic individual. Still in his early 30’s he had served his church as a Bishop and a Stake President. He was the grandson of the very well loved Apostle LeGrande Richards. He was something special. He had taught me more lessons that I could share in a brief blog
*He introduced me to the scrolls of “The Greatest Salesman In The World,” written by Og Mandino. Each scroll encouraged me to seek more than who I was.
*He taught me that people rise to your expectations. He told the story of a regional church leader that expected 100% attendance at all regional meetings. It wasn’t long until he got it. When his turn was over, another regional leader remarked, you are a good region, there is no reason why we shouldn’t have 80% attendance at these meetings. It was the next meeting when he got his results.
*He taught me to love the “Parables of James E. Talmage“. An early Apostle, Talmage had written “parables” for a church magazine. They had been later compiled into a book. I asked him about these parables, and he said they were from a book that was no longer in print. Hadn’t been published for a while. I was discouraged. As a student at Dixie College, I walked into the Dixie Drug, which had all the items a drug store sells, as well as a book section, and you can appreciate my joy as I found a single copy of this wonderful treasure.
*He taught me many other lessons. Some of them stuck and, sadly, many of them didn’t. I do remember that the final challenge in my exit interview was “The next time we meet, before you say anything, show me your temple recommend.”
Well, our paths have never crossed until this past week. I don’t attend reunions, afraid of being judged -- I don’t remember names -- I … you name it, I have the excuses lined up for miles. I never expected to see him again, in person.
He now serves as a member of the First Quorum of 70. It was Saturday night and I had decided to attend a session in the LDS Temple in Salt Lake. He was standing at a door, watching as we filed in. I took the chance, shook his hand and said “You don’t remember me, but I was one of your missionaries.”
It was then I recalled his challenge, and was grateful that I didn’t need to show him my recommend, it had allowed me in, to see him.
I had the privilege of serving with President Douglas Callister. He was a young, dynamic individual. Still in his early 30’s he had served his church as a Bishop and a Stake President. He was the grandson of the very well loved Apostle LeGrande Richards. He was something special. He had taught me more lessons that I could share in a brief blog
*He introduced me to the scrolls of “The Greatest Salesman In The World,” written by Og Mandino. Each scroll encouraged me to seek more than who I was.
*He taught me that people rise to your expectations. He told the story of a regional church leader that expected 100% attendance at all regional meetings. It wasn’t long until he got it. When his turn was over, another regional leader remarked, you are a good region, there is no reason why we shouldn’t have 80% attendance at these meetings. It was the next meeting when he got his results.
*He taught me to love the “Parables of James E. Talmage“. An early Apostle, Talmage had written “parables” for a church magazine. They had been later compiled into a book. I asked him about these parables, and he said they were from a book that was no longer in print. Hadn’t been published for a while. I was discouraged. As a student at Dixie College, I walked into the Dixie Drug, which had all the items a drug store sells, as well as a book section, and you can appreciate my joy as I found a single copy of this wonderful treasure.
*He taught me many other lessons. Some of them stuck and, sadly, many of them didn’t. I do remember that the final challenge in my exit interview was “The next time we meet, before you say anything, show me your temple recommend.”
Well, our paths have never crossed until this past week. I don’t attend reunions, afraid of being judged -- I don’t remember names -- I … you name it, I have the excuses lined up for miles. I never expected to see him again, in person.
He now serves as a member of the First Quorum of 70. It was Saturday night and I had decided to attend a session in the LDS Temple in Salt Lake. He was standing at a door, watching as we filed in. I took the chance, shook his hand and said “You don’t remember me, but I was one of your missionaries.”
It was then I recalled his challenge, and was grateful that I didn’t need to show him my recommend, it had allowed me in, to see him.
Monday, September 20, 2010
A Good Olsen
We all have our favorite stories to tell.
By we, I mean parents. I find that I enjoy sharing one or two stories that show just how good I was at parenting. And, by I, I mean we, Lori and I.
One of those stories is about my son Bret, and how I couldn’t wait to hear his answer in a Sunday School class setting.
I was serving in my church as a Sunday School teacher for kids 16 -- 19 years old. This was a fairly large class, as it covered just about all the kids in high school in our ward. On average we had 15 -- 20 kids in attendance. It was a lot of fun.
What made the class even more fun, was my son, Bret, was in the class. And, although he was a pretty good kid, he liked to debate and ask questions as “one of the gang.”
On one Sunday, our discussion was about keeping the Sabbath Day holy and attending church. Many of the kids complained about their parents demands, antics and pressure to get up in the morning after a late Saturday night to attend church. Why should they be forced to come to church?
Out of the blue, one of Bret’s friends looked at him point blank and said “You can’t tell me your dad never forced you out of bed to go to church!” I looked at my son, wondering what his reaction was going to be. After all, these were his peers. What was he going to say.
Bret’s face turned a little red, having been put on the spot. He paused and gathered his thoughts for a moment and looked at his friend, ready to give his answer. I was waiting to hear it as well.
“I can honestly say that my dad has never forced me to attend church,” he said to unbelievers. “I was raised that Olsen’s went to church on Sunday. I wanted to be a good Olsen, so I have never questioned what I was going to be doing on Sunday morning” he concluded.
As the contestants in the Family Feud game show would cheer, “ Good Answer, Good Answer.”
I love sharing this story. I can honestly say Lori and I never had an argument with our kids about going to church. We might have rushed them through the get-ready-to-go process a time or two, but we never had to force them into the car for the short trip to the chapel.
I share this story today as I enjoyed attending the Primary Sunday program with my grandson as the star. Because of other commitments this day, I shared the bench with my two sons, their wives, three grandchildren, my daughter and Lori. I look forward to the day when the grandchildren are 16 years old and they summon their thoughts together and declare, “I wanted to be a good Olsen!”
By we, I mean parents. I find that I enjoy sharing one or two stories that show just how good I was at parenting. And, by I, I mean we, Lori and I.
One of those stories is about my son Bret, and how I couldn’t wait to hear his answer in a Sunday School class setting.
I was serving in my church as a Sunday School teacher for kids 16 -- 19 years old. This was a fairly large class, as it covered just about all the kids in high school in our ward. On average we had 15 -- 20 kids in attendance. It was a lot of fun.
What made the class even more fun, was my son, Bret, was in the class. And, although he was a pretty good kid, he liked to debate and ask questions as “one of the gang.”
On one Sunday, our discussion was about keeping the Sabbath Day holy and attending church. Many of the kids complained about their parents demands, antics and pressure to get up in the morning after a late Saturday night to attend church. Why should they be forced to come to church?
Out of the blue, one of Bret’s friends looked at him point blank and said “You can’t tell me your dad never forced you out of bed to go to church!” I looked at my son, wondering what his reaction was going to be. After all, these were his peers. What was he going to say.
Bret’s face turned a little red, having been put on the spot. He paused and gathered his thoughts for a moment and looked at his friend, ready to give his answer. I was waiting to hear it as well.
“I can honestly say that my dad has never forced me to attend church,” he said to unbelievers. “I was raised that Olsen’s went to church on Sunday. I wanted to be a good Olsen, so I have never questioned what I was going to be doing on Sunday morning” he concluded.
As the contestants in the Family Feud game show would cheer, “ Good Answer, Good Answer.”
I love sharing this story. I can honestly say Lori and I never had an argument with our kids about going to church. We might have rushed them through the get-ready-to-go process a time or two, but we never had to force them into the car for the short trip to the chapel.
I share this story today as I enjoyed attending the Primary Sunday program with my grandson as the star. Because of other commitments this day, I shared the bench with my two sons, their wives, three grandchildren, my daughter and Lori. I look forward to the day when the grandchildren are 16 years old and they summon their thoughts together and declare, “I wanted to be a good Olsen!”
Sunday, August 29, 2010
The More Things Change
Today there were four Priests (16 -- 18 year old boys) preparing the sacrament. Three of the boys had white shirts and ties, and one boy had a suit coat on. All of the Deacons had white shirts, ties, and some sort of khaki type pants.
I remembered when I was a kid that age and how I dressed. I was like many of the other kids, at the height of fashion. It was the late 60’s and bell bottom pants were all the rage. So were turtlenecks. Most of the Deacons wore sport coats and bell bottoms. Today, it is important to wear white shirts and ties. In the 60’s, it wasn’t as important. In fact, many of us wore white turtlenecks under our coats, or a fancy sweater.
While I sat in the meeting today, I had a vivid remembrance of me standing in front of the congregation with a dark green sport coat, a purple shirt, purple & black striped tie, flair-bottom pants and blue and white patent leather shoes, with a 2 ½ heal. Boy did I look hot. I got the outfit as a graduation from Junior High School.
Thinking back on it, I probably looked like a clown. Of course, we all did. All 12 of us were hip and happening.
I don’t know why remembered that today. Perhaps it is because I haven't changed that much since then. Today I am wearing a cream colored suit with pink and silver tie, while most of the other men my age are sitting next to their wives in a dark blue suit with conservative pin stripe and a power tie.
As they say, the more things change, the more they stay the same.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Another Angel Moment
I believe in Angels. Especially Guardian Angels. I have been blessed by angels all my life. Some angels were from this side of the veil. These Angels have helped make my life a wonderful blessing. These Angels were in my life when I needed them the most. Some of them have left me, but a few of these earthly Angels are still around to protect me and support me.
I also believe in ethereal Angels. These Angels are from the other side of the veil. They come and go and serve us, protect us and inspire us. I like the protecting kind the best.
As I said, I believe in Angels cause I am blessed by them. In fact, I was blessed just last night, or maybe it was this morning.
I was coming home after spending a few days helping Holland after surgery. I couldn't sleep and was anxious to get home. So, I got on the road around 2:00 a.m. Just outside of Leeds Utah, the little battery light came on. Then it went off. I looked at the gauge and the little needle began to go down. I was in trouble. I kept driving, hoping to get to Cedar City, but it wasn't to be. Just 12 miles south of Cedar I lost all power, even battery. I was stuck. I opened my laptop and fired up the broadband. I looked up a tow truck on line. I tried to call, but there was no service. I walked to a rest stop 1 mile away, called the two truck, and got a ride to Cedar. It started to hit me that for some reason my laptop got a connection, but my phone couldn't.
The driver didn't know how I got a signal, either. He said it was a REAL DEAD ZONE.
Still, I had his number. Still I knew who to call on the pay phone. How did it happen?
I know. Another angel blessed my life.
I also believe in ethereal Angels. These Angels are from the other side of the veil. They come and go and serve us, protect us and inspire us. I like the protecting kind the best.
As I said, I believe in Angels cause I am blessed by them. In fact, I was blessed just last night, or maybe it was this morning.
I was coming home after spending a few days helping Holland after surgery. I couldn't sleep and was anxious to get home. So, I got on the road around 2:00 a.m. Just outside of Leeds Utah, the little battery light came on. Then it went off. I looked at the gauge and the little needle began to go down. I was in trouble. I kept driving, hoping to get to Cedar City, but it wasn't to be. Just 12 miles south of Cedar I lost all power, even battery. I was stuck. I opened my laptop and fired up the broadband. I looked up a tow truck on line. I tried to call, but there was no service. I walked to a rest stop 1 mile away, called the two truck, and got a ride to Cedar. It started to hit me that for some reason my laptop got a connection, but my phone couldn't.
The driver didn't know how I got a signal, either. He said it was a REAL DEAD ZONE.
Still, I had his number. Still I knew who to call on the pay phone. How did it happen?
I know. Another angel blessed my life.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
On The Road
Today I find myself in the waiting room at Dixie Regional Medical Center waiting for my son Holland. He is having surgery on his foot. He asked if I could come and help. It is a comfort to know that your children are really never too old to need love and support.
He is having surgery on a bone that I have never heard of. It is in his big toe, left foot. He probably hurt it on his mission in Fiji. Who knows.
It is fun to visit for a few days. Holland is living with his brother's family. Bret, Lori Michelle and Faye have made room for him for a few weeks until he moves to Phoenix. It is a pleasure to watch my children interact as families. For instance, I didn't know Lori Michelle (I call her that so as not to confuse her with Lori, the mom) was such a tease. It is a hoot to watch as she riles up Faye about her toys, eating, and Marley their dog. Poor Bret as I am sure both girls gang up on him. :)
I have also had zucchini in several new ways. Last time I was here I had macaroni and cheese and zucchini. This trip I had zucchini fried and even had an apricot and zucchini smoothie. Lori Michelle even has Holland eating zucchini -- and I never could get him to eat it as a kid.
Anyway, while I am here I get to babysit the cutest little Olsen in whole world. Faye loves movies.Which is nice, as this family doesn't watch TV. That makes it all the easier to babysit. So,I will pull out my really old bag of tricks and babysit both my baby and my grand-baby.
Love, you never get too old to enjoy its affects! :)
He is having surgery on a bone that I have never heard of. It is in his big toe, left foot. He probably hurt it on his mission in Fiji. Who knows.
It is fun to visit for a few days. Holland is living with his brother's family. Bret, Lori Michelle and Faye have made room for him for a few weeks until he moves to Phoenix. It is a pleasure to watch my children interact as families. For instance, I didn't know Lori Michelle (I call her that so as not to confuse her with Lori, the mom) was such a tease. It is a hoot to watch as she riles up Faye about her toys, eating, and Marley their dog. Poor Bret as I am sure both girls gang up on him. :)
I have also had zucchini in several new ways. Last time I was here I had macaroni and cheese and zucchini. This trip I had zucchini fried and even had an apricot and zucchini smoothie. Lori Michelle even has Holland eating zucchini -- and I never could get him to eat it as a kid.
Anyway, while I am here I get to babysit the cutest little Olsen in whole world. Faye loves movies.Which is nice, as this family doesn't watch TV. That makes it all the easier to babysit. So,I will pull out my really old bag of tricks and babysit both my baby and my grand-baby.
Love, you never get too old to enjoy its affects! :)
Sunday, August 15, 2010
An Eagle in a Chicken Coop
When I was in high school, our LDS Seminary had some very talented teachers. Two of the teachers were photographers, and created a multi-media presentation to inspire us to be better. Part of the show told of a fable about an eagle that grew up thinking it was a chicken. With slides, music and movies, this story has been one that I have remembered off an on in my life. Today, I walked out of church wanting to read this "fable" as I am feeling like I am an eagle, living the life of a chicken. I found the story online and want to share it with you.
Enjoy!
A fable is told about an eagle who thought he was a chicken. When the eagle was very small, he fell from the safety of his nest. A chicken farmer found the eagle, brought him to the farm, and raised him in a chicken coop among his many chickens. The eagle grew up doing what chickens do, living like a chicken, and believing he was a chicken.
A naturalist came to the chicken farm to see if what he had heard about an eagle acting like a chicken was really true. He knew that an eagle is king of the sky. He was surprised to see the eagle strutting around the chicken coop, pecking at the ground, and acting very much like a chicken. The farmer explained to the naturalist that this bird was no longer an eagle. He was now a chicken because he had been trained to be a chicken and he believed that he was a chicken.
The naturalist knew there was more to this great bird than his actions showed as he "pretended" to be a chicken. He was born an eagle and had the heart of an eagle, and nothing could change that. The man lifted the eagle onto the fence surrounding the chicken coop and said, "Eagle, thou art an eagle. Stretch forth thy wings and fly." The eagle moved slightly, only to look at the man; then he glanced down at his home among the chickens in the chicken coop where he was comfortable. He jumped off the fence and continued doing what chickens do. The farmer was satisfied. "I told you it was a chicken," he said.
The naturalist returned the next day and tried again to convince the farmer and the eagle that the eagle was born for something greater. He took the eagle to the top of the farmhouse and spoke to him: "Eagle, thou art an eagle. Thou dost belong to the sky and not to the earth. Stretch forth thy wings and fly." The large bird looked at the man, then again down into the chicken coop. He jumped from the man's arm onto the roof of the farmhouse.
Knowing what eagles are really about, the naturalist asked the farmer to let him try one more time. He would return the next day and prove that this bird was an eagle. The farmer, convinced otherwise, said, "It is a chicken."
The naturalist returned the next morning to the chicken farm and took the eagle and the farmer some distance away to the foot of a high mountain. They could not see the farm nor the chicken coop from this new setting. The man held the eagle on his arm and pointed high into the sky where the bright sun was beckoning above. He spoke: "Eagle, thou art an eagle! Thou dost belong to the sky and not to the earth. Stretch forth thy wings and fly." This time the eagle stared skyward into the bright sun, straightened his large body, and stretched his massive wings. His wings moved, slowly at first, then surely and powerfully. With the mighty screech of an eagle, he flew.
A naturalist came to the chicken farm to see if what he had heard about an eagle acting like a chicken was really true. He knew that an eagle is king of the sky. He was surprised to see the eagle strutting around the chicken coop, pecking at the ground, and acting very much like a chicken. The farmer explained to the naturalist that this bird was no longer an eagle. He was now a chicken because he had been trained to be a chicken and he believed that he was a chicken.
The naturalist knew there was more to this great bird than his actions showed as he "pretended" to be a chicken. He was born an eagle and had the heart of an eagle, and nothing could change that. The man lifted the eagle onto the fence surrounding the chicken coop and said, "Eagle, thou art an eagle. Stretch forth thy wings and fly." The eagle moved slightly, only to look at the man; then he glanced down at his home among the chickens in the chicken coop where he was comfortable. He jumped off the fence and continued doing what chickens do. The farmer was satisfied. "I told you it was a chicken," he said.
The naturalist returned the next day and tried again to convince the farmer and the eagle that the eagle was born for something greater. He took the eagle to the top of the farmhouse and spoke to him: "Eagle, thou art an eagle. Thou dost belong to the sky and not to the earth. Stretch forth thy wings and fly." The large bird looked at the man, then again down into the chicken coop. He jumped from the man's arm onto the roof of the farmhouse.
Knowing what eagles are really about, the naturalist asked the farmer to let him try one more time. He would return the next day and prove that this bird was an eagle. The farmer, convinced otherwise, said, "It is a chicken."
The naturalist returned the next morning to the chicken farm and took the eagle and the farmer some distance away to the foot of a high mountain. They could not see the farm nor the chicken coop from this new setting. The man held the eagle on his arm and pointed high into the sky where the bright sun was beckoning above. He spoke: "Eagle, thou art an eagle! Thou dost belong to the sky and not to the earth. Stretch forth thy wings and fly." This time the eagle stared skyward into the bright sun, straightened his large body, and stretched his massive wings. His wings moved, slowly at first, then surely and powerfully. With the mighty screech of an eagle, he flew.
(In Walk Tall, You're A Daughter Of God, by Jamie Glenn, pp. 22-4.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Getting Older and More Forgetful
I have always been "forgetful" when it came to leaving the house. I generally had to go back and get keys, papers, wallet, or something else. I have learned there is a way to prevent some of that. For instance, I now put my keys in a basket by the door so I can grab them as I leave the house. I try create lists to remind me what I am going to do for the day, and what I need to take with me.
Getting forgetful isn't the worst thing about getting old, but dang if I can remember what leads the list. :)
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Ringo Bingo - Ya Gotta Love AAA
Anyway, in addition to the game, which is a lot of fun, especially when you win, but there are a lot of distractions. For instance, tonight was not only Green Awareness night, the team wore green uniforms with the recycle logo around their numbers, it was Beatles night. All night long they played snippets of Beatles music. I wonder how much that cost -- someone had to pay Sony. For a kid who grew up with the Beatles, it was great.
During the game we played Ringo Bingo. We were given "bingo cards" as we entered the stadium and between innings the scoreboard posted squares. Winners were given tickets to future games and itunes cards. (I didn't win, but was one square away on several cards.)
Then there was the "Watts Smart" relay sponsored by Rocky Mountain Power. Kids ran around some cones, put on a green recycle jersey, and then had to throw something through a large cutout that looked like the new fangled florescent light bulbs.
Who thinks up all these things? In two weeks they are going to have Beach Boys night. Gotta give the USA equal billing.
Like I said, there is nothing like AAA Baseball. I better get a Hawaiian shirt for the Beach Boys night.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Parental Bragging Rights!
The reason I want to brag, is I think all parents get to brag on their children. I recently attended a Salt Lake Bee's game, and sat with the family of Clayton Mortenson. "Morty" as they cheered, was the starting pitcher for the visiting team the Sacramento Rivercats. He is a product of Rexburg, Idaho. There were cousins, brothers and sisters, dad, and mom -- I knew she was mom she had the biggest camera with the largest lens. There was even, what I can only presume, was the girlfriend. She had flown into SLC from Phoenix. She got the only text messages after he was replaced in the fifth inning. As a family they cheered, clapped and gave him support. When the infield committed errors, they let em know it.
There is nothing like family being there for you. I remember when I was a sophomore in high school and played on the Skyline Eagles football team. I wasn't really very good. I was good enough for the specialty teams. I remember one cold snowy day, we were playing West High School. I looked over on the sideline and there was my dad. Long army winter coat, hat and gloves. He had come to support me in my game.
I promised I would do the same, as much as possible. I have admired my brother and sister-in-law Bob and Sharon Dalley as they tramped around the country to soccer camp, soccer game and tournaments. They still travel as Erin plays for the University of Utah soccer team. And Alan and Nancy Snow have invested a fortune in costumes and travel expenses supporting their daughter Jessica.
Now I read on Facebook the travels and travails of my sister Jayne and her hubby Robert split their time between girls softball and gymnastics.
It all seems like work, but I know the memories live forever. I was able to watch as my children played football softball and participated in speech debates. I was lucky to be a witness to many of their successes and defeats. Now they are all moving along. Cody has a Masters Degree, and the other three are working on theirs -- Arti is currently living life large in Sante Fe New Mexico working on a degree in Literature. Bret splits his time between family, scouts and 4,000 words a week for his MBA with the University of Phoenix.
Holland wants to be a high school counselor in a small school, where he can get to know the kids and make a difference. He too, is attending U of P.
I guess they don't get to old enough to brag about.I wish I could fit in their suitcases and show up on a snowing afternoon to let them know that I am watching and that I am proud of them.
Like the Mortenson family, I am cheering!
Saturday, July 17, 2010
That Saved A Wretch Like Me
Amazing Grace How Sweet the Sound
That Saved a Wretch Like Me.
I Once Once Lost, But Now Am Found
Was Blind But Now I See.
I went to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir's Pioneer Concert last night and celebrated 100 Years Of Recording History. The Tab has been on the cutting edge of recording technology, and it was fun to see how the Choir has been on the forefront of the changes.
More enjoyable, however, was the music itself. They same some old standards, but I enjoyed the "Signature" songs of the Hallelujah Chorus and The Battle Hymn of the Republic. Standing ovation!!.
However, I have come to love their verson of Amazing Grace. Actually, I have come to love many version of that song. I could never sing it cause I could never get past the first few words without breaking into tears. And I don't mean those little tears I am famous for. This is down-right bawling. Happened last night. Good thing the room is dark.
"The Lord has promised good to me ... His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be ... As long as life endures.
I have had a couple of rough years, however, I have been touched by His Amazing Grace, and His Atonement will succor me.
That Saved a Wretch Like Me.
I Once Once Lost, But Now Am Found
Was Blind But Now I See.
I went to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir's Pioneer Concert last night and celebrated 100 Years Of Recording History. The Tab has been on the cutting edge of recording technology, and it was fun to see how the Choir has been on the forefront of the changes.
More enjoyable, however, was the music itself. They same some old standards, but I enjoyed the "Signature" songs of the Hallelujah Chorus and The Battle Hymn of the Republic. Standing ovation!!.
However, I have come to love their verson of Amazing Grace. Actually, I have come to love many version of that song. I could never sing it cause I could never get past the first few words without breaking into tears. And I don't mean those little tears I am famous for. This is down-right bawling. Happened last night. Good thing the room is dark.
"The Lord has promised good to me ... His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be ... As long as life endures.
I have had a couple of rough years, however, I have been touched by His Amazing Grace, and His Atonement will succor me.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Love affair with water
I don't normally listen to Country-Western music -- usually in the middle of Utah. That's when I heard a fun song about water. Don't know who sang it, but it started out that when he was six, his Dad had a blow-up pool That began his love affair with water. Most of the rest of the song deals with college break, bikinis, girls, and how all this is part of his love affair with water.
I enjoy water myself. Not for the bikinis and girls, but the relaxation it brings. The last two weekends I spent on the water.
July 3 I spent the morning at a small reservoir in Ogden Canyon. Causey Reservoir. It is a pretty little lake, three inlets, COLD water and steep sides. the area kids love to cliff jump. And it is a hoot to watch. The wind is predictable at Causey as well. After I blow up my rubber raft, I have to paddle against the wind blowing up-canyon. I found a little alcove, took in some sodas and breakfast. About noon I paddled across the lake to watch the kids talk themselves into jumping off the cliffs. I enjoyed lunch in a shady little spot. Then it is time to paddle back to shore and go home. AND, like clockwork, the wind is now blowing down-canyon. I am again paddling against the wind. Good thing I wasn't in a hurry.
Last weekend I was at Gunnison Bend Reservoir just outside of Delta Utah. It is the last lake on the Sevier River. Dirty, shallow, muddy, it is a great place to water ski and ride wave runners. I had no real desire to get into the water. But, in my rubber raft, I get to rock back and forth as the power boats create waves to enjoy. No need to paddle, the waves keep me going back to shore. I just need to stay away from the boat ramp.
Different scenario, but same result. I am relaxed and ready for a new week. I love the water.
Not for internet
I have pulled the previous blog that sat in this site, as any apparent celebration of the demise of a sacred union ought not be posted for the whole world to see. If you saw, I apologize. If you haven't, Ive dodged a bullet.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Road Trip to Veyo
Tongue cannot interpret the joy and gratitude in my heart at this moment. What follows will be a second rate offering. (However, for being speechless, I am about to put down nearly 1100 words. Reader be warned )
It began with me picking up a cheap rental car reservation a couple of weeks ago. I had other intentions for the weekend that didn’t work out. So, I canceled some of the other reservations I had made but was inspired to keep the car reservation. After a week of contemplation, I decided I would go to Veyo to sit in the sun, soak in the mineral pool and eat their wonderful grilled food. Not that their food is uber great, just the fact that I wanted to enjoy the day. I mentioned to Bret that I was coming, and so we decided to make a family trek of it.
I picked up the car early, 7:00 instead of 9:00 a.m. thanks to friend Randy Keller. I got an upgrade. I drove a white Toyota Camry. I went home and finished packing, and got on the road by 8:00 or so. It was a wonderful drive, little traffic congestion and a beautiful day. Red Indian Paintbrush lined the freeway in areas that had been burned over years before. The area was still quite green from the wet Spring we have been experiencing.
I arrived at Veyo around 1:00 p.m. I changed into my swim trunks, oiled down and got in the pool. A refreshing dive and I was relaxed. I watched the kids play, jump in and out. What fun they were having. I found a chaise lounge, spread out my blanket and caught some rays.
After a second dip in the pool, I ordered lunch. I ordered a Pronto Pup. I don’t think I have ever ordered a Pronto Pup. I know I have finished off a few, but a Pup, Fries and refreshed my soda. I was set in the shade with a good book and a great lunch.
After the appropriate amount of time following a meal, I dove back into the water. It was refreshing each time I jumped in. Another turn in the sun, this time with the book, another dip, and it was time to leave. Darn it.
On the way into St. George I met with my father-in-law Stan Snow at the Arctic Circle. I had arraigned to meet him and share my heart’s desire –n to ensure that Lori have the resources and plan to purchase the Pine Valley home from his estate when he and Betty are passed. I told him that this was one of my top priorities for the near future, and to prepare what it would take to contract with him for this end. He agreed. We had a wonderful visit. In fact, it was a long longer than I had expected, for the kids were expecting me for dinner.
I was met with an excited “Grandpa Jim” from my granddaughter Faye. She had been waiting for me to “come to town.” What a thrilling welcome. It was wonderful as she kept my attention all weekend. Holland was there for dinner, as well. It was wonderful (I seem to be using that word a lot.) Bret and Lori were preparing dinner. Bret was grilling chicken and Lori had made a mac-n- cheese concoction with chard and tomatoes from her garden. They were also boiling a artichokes from a friends garden. What a treat.
We enjoyed dinner and then made our way into the backyard where I saw the results of their hard labor. Their lawn was coming in and they had a beautiful garden. Chard, tomatoes, potatoes, peppers, squash of many varieties, it was wonderful. They have worked hard. Who knew… Anyway, we visited for a long while. Holland had to leave, Faye went to bed and we continued to visit. We talked about the garden, about their lives, about my life, about a great many things. I slept like a baby.
The morning started three different times. I woke at 6:30 just after Bret left for work. I woke again after 7:15ish, and wandered around a quiet house. I woke again around 8:00 to Bret making omelets, Faye crawling out of bed and Lori getting ready for work.
After breakfast Bret wanted Faye to take a nap, but it was too early. So, Faye brought me a book to read. Bret layed down on the floor, traded blankets with Faye and fell asleep. Faye and I got through several books before Bret woke up and said we were late to lock down the office.
He took me on a tour of his plant. It was really quite interesting all the machines, different steps, high tech stuff he deals with. I am amazed that he is responsible for things that go in airplanes, shuttles, tanks and even a part for a machine that helps sort mail. It was fun. I promised Faye an ice cream. She wanted green ice cream. We ended up with Brown Toppers at the “Ice Cream Store” Arctic Circle on the way out of town for Veyo.
What fun we had. Faye was a doll and didn’t want to get out of the water. She swam with floaties, something new for her, and made friends with anyone who would talk to her. We had lunch, I ordered another Pronto Pup, and swam some more. Faye was tired, but even after Bret lovingly tried to sing her to sleep; it was back to the pool. After a while, she finally would let us get out, pack up and leave. She was asleep before I got the car from reverse to forward pulling out of the parking lot.
I stayed for dinner – all out of the garden, chard greens, spaghetti squash with sauce, beets, zucchini bread with apricot syrup. What a treat. I brought some chard, zucchinis and apricot jam and syrup as a treat to share with others.
A beautiful sunset accompanied me out of town as I offered a prayer of gratitude. A Joe vs the Volcano moon greeted me around Fillmore and it the end of a perfect second day.
As I said, words escape me but, I can’t tell you how refreshed and alive I feel at this moment. I know I am loved by my family and by my Father in Heaven.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Exploring The Neighborhood
I finally did it. I went exploring the new neighborhood.
While I lived with my mother, I walked regularly what I called "Around the Block". This meant I would walk up Upland Drive, past Skyline High School, then turn left along the frontage road. This took me to Millcreek Road, which I followed to 2700 East. Around the "S" curve, and up Broadbent Drive. That led me to Craig Driove and the back up Twinbrook and home. Took about 50ish minutes to do. Had some ups and downs and was a good workout. It helped in my recent weight dropping.
Tonight I tried, for the second time, a route that I think I can enjoy. I go north on Center St. to Mineral Springs Park and cross 300 West just below the Tesoro station. I clip down 300 West all the way to North Temple and cross there. I turn back north on 200 West, turn at Girrard St. and I'm done. This takes about 50 minutes. Just right.
While walking along 300 West, I discovered a cute coffee shop / diner, Mulberry Coffee and Cafe. I will have to try it soon. I wonder if they have wifi?
I also discovered where the ALCU office is. And, almost right next to it, is the office of Sunstone magazine.
I bought some white shorts and have a white shirt, so I will be seen at night. It beats sitting in a hot apartment watching TV.
I hope to learn more about my new territory.
While I lived with my mother, I walked regularly what I called "Around the Block". This meant I would walk up Upland Drive, past Skyline High School, then turn left along the frontage road. This took me to Millcreek Road, which I followed to 2700 East. Around the "S" curve, and up Broadbent Drive. That led me to Craig Driove and the back up Twinbrook and home. Took about 50ish minutes to do. Had some ups and downs and was a good workout. It helped in my recent weight dropping.
Tonight I tried, for the second time, a route that I think I can enjoy. I go north on Center St. to Mineral Springs Park and cross 300 West just below the Tesoro station. I clip down 300 West all the way to North Temple and cross there. I turn back north on 200 West, turn at Girrard St. and I'm done. This takes about 50 minutes. Just right.
While walking along 300 West, I discovered a cute coffee shop / diner, Mulberry Coffee and Cafe. I will have to try it soon. I wonder if they have wifi?
I also discovered where the ALCU office is. And, almost right next to it, is the office of Sunstone magazine.
I bought some white shorts and have a white shirt, so I will be seen at night. It beats sitting in a hot apartment watching TV.
I hope to learn more about my new territory.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
A Pair of New Glasses? Not for me!
Reticular Activation. That’s the principle that described my last blog. The brain begins to point out all the other items you are focused on. Thanks to Jeremy Lock.
So, I have to admit, I recently went to the eye doctor to get my eyes checked. I have mostly 20-20 vision still. There is just a little sweet spot that I have a hard time focusing on, like the end of my arm. The Dr. wrote a prescription for me. At her shop the girl in charge of selling glasses found a wonderful pair that looked marvelous on. $300.00.
I have never shopped for glasses myself, but I was able to purchase glasses for Lori, Cody, Arti and Holland at Walmart or Shopko for a lot less than that. I took my prescription and left.
Since I was learning about time wasting, I wondered how much time I was wasting looking for glasses. So, I thought I would investigate buying a pair of glasses to wear most all of the time.
Last Saturday, I drove buy Eye Masters. They were having a sale -- $59 for two. I went in. The pair I found were $99. BUT, she could do a buy one get one free deal. So, I found another pair. Then I found out why people don’t buy glasses willey nilley. $89 for each lens; scratch resistance coating, $69; Fitting $0. Anyway, by time she added it all up it was between $319 and $369, depending on the glare coating I picked. For Two pair of glasses?
You know what? I think since I am mostly 20—20, I can afford a hand full of readers, no matter how much I hate trying to find them around the house.
So, I have to admit, I recently went to the eye doctor to get my eyes checked. I have mostly 20-20 vision still. There is just a little sweet spot that I have a hard time focusing on, like the end of my arm. The Dr. wrote a prescription for me. At her shop the girl in charge of selling glasses found a wonderful pair that looked marvelous on. $300.00.
I have never shopped for glasses myself, but I was able to purchase glasses for Lori, Cody, Arti and Holland at Walmart or Shopko for a lot less than that. I took my prescription and left.
Since I was learning about time wasting, I wondered how much time I was wasting looking for glasses. So, I thought I would investigate buying a pair of glasses to wear most all of the time.
Last Saturday, I drove buy Eye Masters. They were having a sale -- $59 for two. I went in. The pair I found were $99. BUT, she could do a buy one get one free deal. So, I found another pair. Then I found out why people don’t buy glasses willey nilley. $89 for each lens; scratch resistance coating, $69; Fitting $0. Anyway, by time she added it all up it was between $319 and $369, depending on the glare coating I picked. For Two pair of glasses?
You know what? I think since I am mostly 20—20, I can afford a hand full of readers, no matter how much I hate trying to find them around the house.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Universal Law
I have to write this, even though I just updated yesterday. (please read circle of life, it is much more interesting.)
Anyway, I am reading this really great new book "The Compound Effect" by Darren Hardy (www.thecompoundeffect.com) and he writes that when you start focusing on something, your mind begins to see that object all around you. Like when you want to be a new car, and you pick out the one one want, you start seeing them all around you. Like they were never there! well, he writes, they were there, you just weren't focused on the object.
So, after spending the weekend looking and looking for my reading glasses, (I have several pair) I was stumped. The only pair I could find were the plastic ones that NEVER leave the bedroom. So I woke up this morning, (Monday, June 14) and packed to go to the Novelty Store where I buy them buy the handful for real cheap. I was focused. As I packed, I found THREE PAIR of glasses, in places I thought I had looked. No need to go buy them. Where were they when I was looking?
That just goes to show that success is right there if you really really focus on it.
Anyway, I am reading this really great new book "The Compound Effect" by Darren Hardy (www.thecompoundeffect.com) and he writes that when you start focusing on something, your mind begins to see that object all around you. Like when you want to be a new car, and you pick out the one one want, you start seeing them all around you. Like they were never there! well, he writes, they were there, you just weren't focused on the object.
So, after spending the weekend looking and looking for my reading glasses, (I have several pair) I was stumped. The only pair I could find were the plastic ones that NEVER leave the bedroom. So I woke up this morning, (Monday, June 14) and packed to go to the Novelty Store where I buy them buy the handful for real cheap. I was focused. As I packed, I found THREE PAIR of glasses, in places I thought I had looked. No need to go buy them. Where were they when I was looking?
That just goes to show that success is right there if you really really focus on it.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Under Consruction
Core Value Number One
((They say to be careful of what you put on the internet. However Darren Hardy, publisher of Success Magazine and a new book The Compound Factor suggests that this is one way to get others to assist in becoming the individual you want to be. This one is personal, but I am prompted to send it out to the universe so that it (the universe) knows without a doubt what I want.))
As I continue to grow and reinvent myself, it is amazing how friends, God, past experiences and all your synapse’s firing at the same time will help guide your path.
I am reading a book that has an exercise to help the reader understand his/her core values. It starts with a list of three people you admire most. I paused right here because I really wanted to do this right.
I have a friend that “teaches” there are eight core values, and they all tend to be negative based (I’m not good enough, I am unloved…) and recently I have come to believe that core values ought to be more positive than negative. So, I have list of about 12 “I AM” statements that help the present me know what the future me is, now. I also have four “Big Hairy Audacious Goals.” I read these twice daily. Among them both are the desire to help lift others, invest in others, and help other reach their ultimate potential. These statements help direct me to my core values - who I am.
Thanks to a conversation with a dear friend, I realized who my first person I admire most is/was. I believe his name was Mel. (I can’t remember is name, but Mel comes to mind.) He was a true millionaire cowboy.Worth more than you would know just by looking at him. I met him in Wisconsin Rapids, Wisconsin. His family owned two very large cranberry marshes. (thus my love for everything cranberry) He also owned two large cattle ranches, one in Wisconsin and one in Arizona. He lived in Arizona much of the year due to allergies. His was the first cell phone I had ever seen. In 1976 it was a dial up radio phone that fit in a brief case. He bought and sold herds of cattle without ever seeing them. He sat on the Board of Ocean Spray. I was impressed! However, looking at this former National Rodeo Association Bronc Riding Champion, you would never know his worth.
His real worth was introduced to me by two strangers he brought into his home, while I lived there. (We, my companion and I, house -sat while his family lived in Scottsdale.)
One was a former “drunk rodeo professional” whom Mel l had invested time and love and assets to build him up. His talent was in horse training. One of the best in the business, Mel told me. He took this man, helped him purchase a stable, horses, tack shop and put him in charge. In short order, this man was the owner --in control of his own destiny, instead of following the rodeo circuit and drinking away the winnings. (Mel said he saw a lot of that.) This man owed his life to Mel. He helped him dry up. Get back to church and become a family man again.
The other was a down-on-his – luck beekeeper from Arizona. Mel had brought him from Arizona to manage the bees on his marshes and then set them out on the fields in the area. Then, instead of killing or hibernating the bees as he had done in the past, he allowed him to take the bees home to Arizona for the winter. There he could keep the proceeds from the honey. In a few years, the keeper would own the bees, and contract with Mel.
I learned from these two men that their stories were not isolated. Mel invested in the lives of his friends and companions regularly.
I determined then that I wanted to be like that man. I will probably never be able relate this story in person, (tear drop, tear drop, sniffle) but Mel is example core number one.
I dedicate the next 30 years to core value number one: I am a lifter of others. I invest in others.
Thanks for your help, universe, I won’t be able to do it without you.
Circle of Life
Disney and the Lion King do not have the "Circle of Life" market cornered.
Today friends and family overfilled a church, the overflow and the foyer to celebrated Austin Atkinson's soon departure to the Baltics. He is the oldest of my youngerst sister ( she is seven of eight) who's family is designed a lot like mine -- two boys a girl and a boy.
I remembered how frantic life was for Lori and I as we sent our oldest on his way to Seattle.
We had just moved into a new log home. We didn't have our sprinklers or lawn in. We were expecting a huge crowd (any time my family gets together, it is a huge crowd). I had a chance to get a lot of FREE sod. We worked frantically. My friend, who did sprinklers for a living, was hours ahead laying pipes and sprinklers of my brother-in-law Doug Snow who got to show us his expertise on a small Ford Tractor as he spread a thin layer of top soil. He was hours ahead of a crew that was taking sod from the Gunnison City Park. Th city was getting a new swimming pool and the guy digging the foundation gave me two days to collect all the sod I could. It was a miracle. Father-law, Stan Snow, some kid who was drifting through town who needed work, me and the boys cut, stacked, moved and laid nearly a half-acre if lawn in a matter of two days.
Of course, the lawn was beautiful and just in time for the crowd. It was a blessing as it kept the red dirt/sand out of our new carpet.
Louise and Brian,have double the trouble. they get twice the crowd I had. Over the past 30 years, Louise's older siblings are now grandparents. The cousins, who have married and born children, are very supportive when it comes to missionaries. They bring their little ones, to everyone's delight. Now we are an even bigger crowd.
All of this came to mind as I sat by one of my sons in the very very back of the overflow section. Cody and Kimberly are about to duplicate three-fourths of my family -- Two beautiful boys, and they are expecting a girl. (What are the odds?)
In 15 years it will be their turn to prepare a son to go into the world, to prepare a meal for a crowd that will probably be ......
Ah, the Circle of Life!
Friday, June 11, 2010
Stop and Smell The Roses
My mother tells me that I like to drive.
Actually, I do. One of my favorite rides is along the Wasatch Blvd in Salt Lake City. It rolls along the mountain bank, and you can see the entire Salt Lake valley. This ride is really quite spectacular at night. You have a valley full of lights, colors and patterns.
I have learned the advantage of riding around town on a scooter. The smells. I get hit with whiffs of fragrance that can bring a smile to my face. I love driving by Lilac bushes in the early spring. I like this smell. Then, I have a nose full of Russian Olive trees as I ride along Van Winkle Express way. I am lucky that I don't have an allergy to this tree, like many of my friends.
Then there are food smells. My son lives right across the Rio Cafe on 33rd South. You can smell the barbecued pulled pork, especially when you drive by early in the morning.
The other day I was riding and was hit with the sweet smell of sweet breads. Cinnamon, sugar, yum mm.
My recommendation? If you don't dare doing a scooter, drive on the side roads, instead of I-15, and roll down your windows. Remember the old adage "Be sure to take time to smell the roses"!
Actually, I do. One of my favorite rides is along the Wasatch Blvd in Salt Lake City. It rolls along the mountain bank, and you can see the entire Salt Lake valley. This ride is really quite spectacular at night. You have a valley full of lights, colors and patterns.
I have learned the advantage of riding around town on a scooter. The smells. I get hit with whiffs of fragrance that can bring a smile to my face. I love driving by Lilac bushes in the early spring. I like this smell. Then, I have a nose full of Russian Olive trees as I ride along Van Winkle Express way. I am lucky that I don't have an allergy to this tree, like many of my friends.
Then there are food smells. My son lives right across the Rio Cafe on 33rd South. You can smell the barbecued pulled pork, especially when you drive by early in the morning.
The other day I was riding and was hit with the sweet smell of sweet breads. Cinnamon, sugar, yum mm.
My recommendation? If you don't dare doing a scooter, drive on the side roads, instead of I-15, and roll down your windows. Remember the old adage "Be sure to take time to smell the roses"!
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Marvelous Day At Manti
The whole Jim Olsen and Lori Snow Olsen clan gathered at the Manti Temple to participate with Artimesia. It was a wonderful experience. I am sooooo proud of all my children -- They were all there, dressed in white. A humbling moment.
Afterward we took a series of family portaits. We took some whole family group shots, Lori with the Grand Kids, (And I HAVE TO SAY, I HAVE TGHE CUTEST GRANDCHILDREN IN THE WORLD!) (NO, REALLY!) We also took couples with kids. I wanted to document the moment for what is was, an historic event. I have posted the picture with all of us in a group shot. I am still waiting for the other pictures. It may be a while, as the photographer went out of town for a week. Bummer. Please don't publish this picture yet. Thanks.
After the Temple and pictures we gathered at the Rex Brown home, where Arti rents a room. The Brown's are on a mission, but Arti and their daughter, Cassie, take care of the place. We had Subway's, salads, chips and cookies! We had plenty to eat, in fact, i saw someone putting sandwich's in the fridge for another day.
Thank you Arti! You are special to us all, especially your Heavenly Father.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
New Digs
I don't know what all you did over the Memorial Day weekend, but I moved out of my mother's basement. I KNOW, I caught some people really off guard. I had people placing bets that I would never get out on my own.
I am in a fairly cute one bedroom apartment in the Marmalade District of Salt Lake City. It is pretty clean, newer kitchen, acceptable carpet, windows in every room In fact, I need to buy some curtains, if you know what I mean. The building is owned buy a friend. The down was low, rent is lower than most properties I priced. I am gonna be happy as soon as every thing finds a place for itself.
Thanks to those of you who sent me suggestions as to how to make the transition easier. The best suggestion came from my cousin Robert. He's a PhD type in Georgia. He suggested I write a book with lists. That's good idea, cause Googleing did not come up with anything. I've always said that we all have a book inside us. I just didn't think mine would cover being divorced, ha ha
Sunday, May 30, 2010
That's My Story and I'm Stickin' With It!
Have you ever needed a good "story" and you made one that was so good that you couldn't tell the truth from fiction?
I hope to do that in the hereafter when I am being interviewed by St. Peter about today (May 30, 2010). Tell me if you would buy this one or not:
"St. Peter, I can explain my activities on Sunday, May 30, 2010 like this... I wanted to enjoy one of the first real days of sun you all sent to us in May. So, following church, I put on some shorts, grabbed my shades and went to sit in the sun at the park.
Well, after a little bit these young men showed up at the park as well, and they brought some balls, bats, gloves, the whole thing. I thought the least I could do was enjoy the sun and watch the young men in their game.
Then I discovered someone had set up a grill and was cooking hot dogs, hamburgers, tacos, you name it, they had it. Then, someone set up a drinking fountain, and I was thirsty and hungry so, I took advantage of the situation.
After a while some angels sat down next to me for a few minutes. They were going to help the great conductor Frank Layden in leading a whole choir of participants in a good old song about home teams, and cracker jacks. \
By time the game was done, I had enjoyed the sun, made new friends, got hit on, and well, that's my story, and I'm stickin' with it!"
Oh, and if Lori reads this, 'open shirt guy' was there sans shirt! ha ha
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Someone Should Warn 'Em
I really haven't mentioned that I am in the process of a divorce. After 32 years, I am facing life alone. I am moving into a new apartment after staying with my mother for a few weeks. (Thanks Mom!) And I am amazed at all the things I need.
I have a little furniture: Couch, bed, old dresser, office table and desk and a couple of side chairs. Nothing fancy. What I don't have are the little things that make a home. You know, pots, pans, dishes, silverware, dish towels, vacuum, iron and ironing board, spices, mustard, Ketchup, serving or mixing bowls, a pizza cutting wheel and on and on.
Someone should invent a "party" for divorcing men. A man's buddies should host a party at the neighborhood bar or pizza restaurant, ask their wives to get them some of the necessary items a man will need, wrap it up in a brown paper bag, and take it to the party. Kinda like a bridal shower.
Someone should write a book for divorcing men, or at least a check list of things to leave the house with, if possible, or what to purchase, and where to look.
For instance, I went to the local Thrift Store ( Deseret Industries) and I couldn't believe they wanted $1 a piece for used spatulas, spoons and tongs. So, I went to a knock off store - Tuesday Morning - and priced the same items. They were $1.99 each, but at least you could get a matching set, if that's important to you.
Come to think of it, maybe someone already has published this kind of list. Google, here I come!
I have a little furniture: Couch, bed, old dresser, office table and desk and a couple of side chairs. Nothing fancy. What I don't have are the little things that make a home. You know, pots, pans, dishes, silverware, dish towels, vacuum, iron and ironing board, spices, mustard, Ketchup, serving or mixing bowls, a pizza cutting wheel and on and on.
Someone should invent a "party" for divorcing men. A man's buddies should host a party at the neighborhood bar or pizza restaurant, ask their wives to get them some of the necessary items a man will need, wrap it up in a brown paper bag, and take it to the party. Kinda like a bridal shower.
Someone should write a book for divorcing men, or at least a check list of things to leave the house with, if possible, or what to purchase, and where to look.
For instance, I went to the local Thrift Store ( Deseret Industries) and I couldn't believe they wanted $1 a piece for used spatulas, spoons and tongs. So, I went to a knock off store - Tuesday Morning - and priced the same items. They were $1.99 each, but at least you could get a matching set, if that's important to you.
Come to think of it, maybe someone already has published this kind of list. Google, here I come!
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Joe Vs The Volcano
If you have never seen the marginally successful movie Joe Vs the Volcano, this reference may slip past you. (If you haven't seen it, you will enjoy the 98 min.) And the end of the movie, Hanks and Ryan are floating in the middle of the ocean, on their unsinkable steamer trunks towards a huge smiling moon.
I was on my evening walk tonight, Thursday, May 27, about 10:40 p.m. and the moon was just beginning to come out behind Mt. Olympus. It was beautiful. The light glowed on some light clouds, the mountain a beautiful silhouette, what I view. I wish i had the camera equipment that could capture the moment.
Moon risings were something Lori and I enjoyed. We looked forward to some beautiful evenings watching the moon come up....
Then it hit me. With such a romantic scene, I realized why I was having a hard time going to sleep at night. It was blasting in my ear, "Love Songs After Dark" on FM 100.3. I was listening to love songs while learning to be alone. Bad combination. I would listen to relaxing CD's, but my clock/radio/CD player has been struggling.
Guess I will change the station and see if that helps me sleep! Goodnight you all!
I was on my evening walk tonight, Thursday, May 27, about 10:40 p.m. and the moon was just beginning to come out behind Mt. Olympus. It was beautiful. The light glowed on some light clouds, the mountain a beautiful silhouette, what I view. I wish i had the camera equipment that could capture the moment.
Moon risings were something Lori and I enjoyed. We looked forward to some beautiful evenings watching the moon come up....
Then it hit me. With such a romantic scene, I realized why I was having a hard time going to sleep at night. It was blasting in my ear, "Love Songs After Dark" on FM 100.3. I was listening to love songs while learning to be alone. Bad combination. I would listen to relaxing CD's, but my clock/radio/CD player has been struggling.
Guess I will change the station and see if that helps me sleep! Goodnight you all!
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
I've Seen That Look Before!!
I was riding my scooter near the South Towne Mall and I saw that look again for the second time in my life.
The first time I saw the look -- An adult man with his eyes so wide open that you can not only see the whites of his eyes, you can see the red blood vessels and the uvula in the wide open mouth of "Oh No" -- when I was a missionary in Kenosha Wisconsin. I had dropped off three missionaries on the Amtrak train bound north for Milwaukee. I had been promoted to District Leader and was gonna get the car, go get my new companion and the two other missionaries being assigned to Kenosha. However, the old DL kept the keys to the car. I was stuck in the little town of Sturdevent, WI.
We radioed conductor about our problem. He called back and said he found the Elders, got the keys and would send it back south on the next Amtrak. I waited nearly two hours for the return trip. I was late and getting anxious - after all I was all alone, and that felt strange in itself.
As the Amtrak approached from the north, I became aware of a freight train heading north on another set of tracks. As the southbound train pulled through the station, the conductor threw me the keys from the front end of the caboose. I began to time my crossing of the four train tracks only to forget all about the north bound freight train.
I believe I was carried from the tracks by my guardian angel. I landed just out of reach of the engine. That is the first time I saw a man's eyes wide open and his mouth wide open in awe of an almost accident.
Well, the second time happened today as I was eastbound on 102000 South near State Street. A white Sierra pickup truck began to pull into my lane at the same location as I was. I swerved, he swerved back and it was a near miss. I saw it again, eyes wide open, mouth wide! As he eventually passed by me, he was apologizing.....
Lori was almost able to cash in my $500,000 life insurance policy.
I guess the question is, why would I never think of getting on my bicycle without a helmet, yet motor around at 35 mph with a ball cap on backwards.
I better go buy a helmet before my kids read this.
The first time I saw the look -- An adult man with his eyes so wide open that you can not only see the whites of his eyes, you can see the red blood vessels and the uvula in the wide open mouth of "Oh No" -- when I was a missionary in Kenosha Wisconsin. I had dropped off three missionaries on the Amtrak train bound north for Milwaukee. I had been promoted to District Leader and was gonna get the car, go get my new companion and the two other missionaries being assigned to Kenosha. However, the old DL kept the keys to the car. I was stuck in the little town of Sturdevent, WI.
We radioed conductor about our problem. He called back and said he found the Elders, got the keys and would send it back south on the next Amtrak. I waited nearly two hours for the return trip. I was late and getting anxious - after all I was all alone, and that felt strange in itself.
As the Amtrak approached from the north, I became aware of a freight train heading north on another set of tracks. As the southbound train pulled through the station, the conductor threw me the keys from the front end of the caboose. I began to time my crossing of the four train tracks only to forget all about the north bound freight train.
I believe I was carried from the tracks by my guardian angel. I landed just out of reach of the engine. That is the first time I saw a man's eyes wide open and his mouth wide open in awe of an almost accident.
Well, the second time happened today as I was eastbound on 102000 South near State Street. A white Sierra pickup truck began to pull into my lane at the same location as I was. I swerved, he swerved back and it was a near miss. I saw it again, eyes wide open, mouth wide! As he eventually passed by me, he was apologizing.....
Lori was almost able to cash in my $500,000 life insurance policy.
I guess the question is, why would I never think of getting on my bicycle without a helmet, yet motor around at 35 mph with a ball cap on backwards.
I better go buy a helmet before my kids read this.
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