Come Visit Me, Please

Thursday, April 29, 2010


I'm over here today, won't you come visit me?
I was asked to write a post on Teaching Tolerance to Children.
Come weigh in on the discussion.


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Wordless Wednesday

Tuesday, April 27, 2010



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Service Soapbox + TV = 2.5 Seconds of Fame

Monday, April 26, 2010

I'm a Service Soapbox Blogger

I belong to this great service group called the Service Soapbox. We are a group of women who get together to use our blogs (or resources) for "the greater good."

Saturday we held our second event, a Blogger Baby Shower, where we brought gifts that would then be donated to the March of Dimes Teddy Bear Den to help low income Mothers.

They are getting ready to host their virtual baby shower, starting tomorrow April 27th. Click those adorable Red heels to get more details.



Did you see me? Cause I was totally on camera for a total of about 2.5 seconds.


Here's my autograph.


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So THAT'S Why They Do That . . .

Wednesday, April 21, 2010


I never understood why some animals eat their young.

Until now.

I totally get it now.

They talk back to you, torment their siblings or pop attitudes?
No problem.
You just eat them and then make
another one that looks just like them...
And is hopefully a lot less irritating.


*no animals or children were harmed in the making of this post*


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Wordless Wednesday

Tuesday, April 20, 2010


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ANOTHER Open Letter

Tuesday, April 20, 2010


Dear Qwest,

You suck and I hate you. I do. I hate you more than I hate bananas. And, that's a lot.

When are you going to get your act together? Are you really content at being craptastic?

Yeah yeah yeah. I know. You told me that if I'm so unhappy, I should just switch Internet providers.

Well Guess what? I'm the lucky winner because you are the only one that services my house.

The only. freaking. one.

(woe is me!)

Everyone on my street has Comcast. Except me. And it sucks. Big time.

Do you hear that noise?

Yeah.

That's me.

Moaning and wailing and gnashing my teeth. Oh and don't forget the banging my head against my computer screen either.

To quote Thing 3 "This is a big problem. BBbiiiiiiiiiggggggGG!!! Huge problem. How are we supposed to know stuff? How are we going to call Grandma??"

That's my question exactly.

How on earth do you expect us to go on living when you crash every other second? Or worse, when you crash and then can't get turned back on for like 3 days--"Because we just don't know what the problem is, but we're working on it..."

Three whole freaking LONG days.

How are we supposed to figure out what dolphins eat? Or what Maryland's geographical regions are like?

How are we supposed to learn how to do pre-fah-reeking- Calculus without the services of Google?

How, I ask you?

How?

Remember when I told you that I wanted you, dear stupid Qwest, to pay me $25 every time I couldn't access the Internet? Yeah. I would have my student loans AND my house paid off by now.

Seriously, it's that bad.

Oh how I wish I could have the super-powerful-glorious-the-one-and-only-true-Internet-on-the-whole-face-of-the-earth- Comcast!

(insert Angels singing the Hallelujah chorus)

But alas, I am stuck with you, Stupid, Craptastic Qwest.

So, here's the thing:

Get it freaking together! You are really screwing with my Mojo and I don't have time for this!

Sincerely,

Motherboard


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Open Letter

Tuesday, April 20, 2010


Dear Qwest,

Your service has been lacking lately. I'm sick of the internet crashing. I hate not being able to talk on the phone.

You suck and I hate you.

Get it together pronto, or you're fired!

kthxbye,

The Motherboard


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One of My Biggest Fears

Thursday, April 15, 2010


I have this site that I really like to visit and lets be honest-- laugh my butt off. It's a train wreck. You know you shouldn't, but you just can't help youself.

www.peopleofwalmart.com

Have you ventured over there? Oh boy. You should.

It is awesome to see what people go out in public wearing. You can see from this site that some of the stories that I have told on my blog about the things I have seen people wearing at Walmart aren't all that far fetched.

My biggest fear, however, is that I'll be scrolling through that site, laughing at other people and suddenly see a picture of ME.

That would totally suck.




*pictures from peopleofwalmart.com



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Deals To Meals

Wednesday, April 14, 2010


Grocery shopping is probably my least favorite thing to do. It’s tedious and requires spending money. Why is it tedious? Because I am a total scrooge. I have to look at all the Ad’s for all of the stores in my area to see what is on sale. After doing that I can plan my menus—based on what’s on sale.

When I shop this way, scouring the Ad’s for things that are on sale; then comparing all the stores prices; finally making my actual shopping list-- it can take the better part of the day.

That’s why grocery shopping is tedious.

However, I was contacted recently by Deals to Meals to see if I would give their site a trial run. I am all about trying anything that will save me time and money. I used Deals to Meals for a solid two months. I played around on their website, and I have to tell you that I LOVE this site.

Here’s how it works:

· We compare prices of the major grocery stores to Costco, Sams Club, and Wal-Mart.

· We tell you where the best deals are to stock up your food storage and freezer.

· We provide a meal planning service to help you incorporate your food storage into your weekly meals, saving you money by having your meals planned around sale items.

· We design a weekly grocery list to make meal planning easy.

· We share delicious recipes. We give weekly tips & information on food storage.

· We offer a two week free trial with no obligation, no contracts to sign, cancel at anytime.

I tried all of the things that they listed above. Each store has a clickable screen where you can see the great deals (signified in red color) and good deals (signified in blue color). You click on what you want then hit PRINT. That’s right, it will then print off all the items you were interested in, SORTED by stores. I am not kidding. That little feature makes price matching a breeze! If you’re anything like me, you will then take the best prices and rather than go to ninety-bazillion stores, you will just go to Wal-Mart and have them price match. That is the main reason I shop at Wal-Mart—they price match.Well, that and I can continue to participate in that little site called peopleofwalmart.com.

The other really slick thing on Deals to Meals is that they have menus already planned out for you using the items that are sale that particular week. I’m telling you its sweet! I tried the menu plan from March 15th, and it made my life SO dang simple. They even go so far as to make a shopping list for all the items you will need for that weeks menu, if you choose to go that route.

They also keep an entire month’s menus up on the site, along with the applicable grocery shopping list. Talk about making your grocery shopping experience pain free!

If you are food storage incompetent (like me) then Deals to Meals has a plan for you! On each stores list, it will list the shelf life of the item, as well as how much of the item you will need for a year’s supply. My husband was thrilled with that idea. Food storage overwhelms me.

Deals to Meals has taken the pressure off the whole food storage campaign and I can actually work on it without having a minor panic attack. There are no additional screens to click to see that valuable little feature either. It’s right there, where you are planning your shopping list.

There are other price comparison sites out there, but they just have the actual lists—you still have to do all the work. Deals to Meals not only has the list, but makes it so that after you clicked on all the items you are interested, you can print out just what you want to see. This company will simplify your grocery shopping by leaps and bounds! I love using their product and I think you will too!

Giveaway time!

Deals to Meals & MMB are giving one lucky a years membership to this awesome website.

Head over to MMB to enter for a chance to win!

*COMMENTS OFF*

disclosure: MMB was given a free membership to Deals to Meals to try and review.


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Wordless Wednesday

Tuesday, April 13, 2010



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Visiting Teaching and Me (part two)

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

I have tendency to not trust women. It’s a hard wagon to pull, but experience has taught me that women tend to stab other women in the back. So, because of that there are only a handful of people who really know me.

Sister Hinckley stated:

"We are all in this together. We need each other. Oh, how we need each other. Those of us who are old need you who are young, and hopefully, you who are young need some of us who are old. It is a sociological fact that women need women. We need deep and satisfying and loyal friendships with each other. These friendships are a necessary source of sustenance. We need to renew our faith every day. We need to lock arms and help build the kingdom so that it will roll forth and fill the whole earth."


When I moved to my new neighborhood (which by the way is not so new anymore), I had a really hard time acclimating myself. I couldn’t figure out where my niche was or even if I did belong. My faith was really put to the test during those lonely years for me.

Some would say that I had a chip on my shoulder, but I prefer to view it as me protecting myself.

There have only ever been a handful of times in my life where I can say a person has been directly brought into my life for a reason—and all of them have been through visiting teaching.

For the last several years, I have had a wonderful visiting teaching companion and two fantastic women that we go and visit. We may not get to their homes on a regular basis, but we are all friends. Like REAL friends. We hang out—outside of church or visiting teaching. These friendships with these women were direct answers to the silent prayer of my heart.

I was lonely and I really needed a friend. And, the Lord heard my plea and again answered it through the Visiting Teaching program.

It’s always interesting to me when I get assigned someone new to visit or be companions with. I find myself wondering which one of us needs the other.

Sometimes it’s apparent and sometimes not so much.

The last few years my partner and the women we visit taught together were exactly what I needed. They were heaven sent. We never would have become the level of friends that we are today if it had not been for visiting teaching.

I trust these women completely—they have carried me through some of the most difficult times of my life. They have helped me through my unbelief and my guard is completely down with these women. I know that they will love me in spite of me.

It seems as though we have truly figured out what visiting teaching means. It’s more than just going to someone’s home and leaving a message. It’s more than the numbers—its relationships and real friendships.

My visiting teaching route was changed last week and to say that I was devastated would be an understatement. These women and I have laughed together and cried the ugly cry together. I trust them and I truly love them. They aren’t just sisters I go visit once a month, they are my friends.

Now, I get that The Lord probably has a reason behind this change and that I can create new relationships with people. But, it’s just not going to be the same.

It’s going to be work, a lot of hard work. There are walls to break down and barriers to cross. I have a hard time trusting people, and because of that I just don’t let people into the “inner circle”.

It's true, you know. Women DO need other women. We need those deep, loyal friendships. They are essential to our growth. Once you have tasted what a "real friend" is like, it is not something you are willing to go without. On the contrary, it is something that you are willing to walk to the ends of the earth to retrieve because you understand completely the value to be had from having "those deep, satisfying friendships."

I love Visiting Teaching and I love the stability it has brought into my life. I know that in time it will all come together and all will be well in Zion again. But, right now? Right this very instant? I'm sad that it all had to change.


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Visiting Teaching and Me

Monday, April 12, 2010

*pulled from the archives - originally published June of 2008*

There was a time when I had eight women to visit teach. Yes. EIGHT. It literally took me the entire month to do my visiting teaching. I would finish the last week of the month, just to turn around and start again.

One of the things that I love about my church is the visiting teaching program. I love it! It has sustained me through incredibly difficult trials and brought people into my life that otherwise I would have missed.

My husbands employers, when we lived outside Utah, have always marveled at how quickly I adapted to our new cities. He would tell them it's because she has our church-- and the women's group. And, he was right.

Motherboard & Tracy-- the hot tamale!

When Jefe was in law school, I was assigned Tracy to visit teach. . She had just moved into our ward. Into a house. A real live house, people! Her life seemed perfect to me.

We did NOT live in a house, but in an apartment in the ghetto. Our next door neighbors were gang-banging-drug dealers and prostitutes.

Her husband had a real live job. We did not.

She had five kids. I only had two.

She had two cars. We had one.

(see the pattern?)

She was in her mid 30's. I was in my late 20's.

We did, however, both have babies but in my limited world that was the only similarity we had.

I was sort of irritated that I was assigned to be her visiting teacher and I think she felt the same way. What on earth did we have to offer each other? We were worlds apart.

I went every month to her HOUSE to visit her, and left thinking "Man! That Tracy! She is SO lucky! She has it all. Someday. SOMEDAY! Motherboard. That will be you!"

I was driving to the store one day and ended up at her house, only her house was not on the way to the store. I have no idea how I got there (yes I do) but there I was-- Knocking on her door.

The door was open, and I could hear her in there puttering around, but she wouldn't come to the door.

I just kept on knocking.

She finally sent her son to see who the crazy lady at her door was.

It took a while, but I finally convinced him that I was a person from church, and so he let me in.

That moment right there! Right there and then when I went in her home was when we moved from being "just visiting teachers" to friends.

She was normal and she had problems. Just like I had problems.

We were more alike than we were different.

You see, God knew what he was doing that day when he made me drive to her house.

We needed each other and we didn't even know it.

She has been my life line. Whenever I call her to complain... she laughs at me. Laughs! Can you believe it? Totally rude. However, her laugh is contagious. When she laughs, you can't help but laugh too.

And, that laughing has helped me to see things in a different way, and to find the humor in my life.

It was well over ten years ago that I went on auto pilot and ended up knocking on Tracy's door.

A real friendship was born that day at her dining room table.

Heavenly Father is sure smart. He knew exactly what I needed. He knew I needed someone who would get me and accept me.

For just being ME.

That is the whole point of visiting teaching. Women moving from the pretending and becoming friends. Letting the walls down to really care and nurture each other.

Sister Hinckley stated: "Women need women . . . " and visiting teaching meets that need. What a wonderfully inspired program.


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Home Alone ( In London)

Monday, April 12, 2010

Laster-day (as one of my children likes to call yesterday) Jefe turned on Home Alone 2 for the kids to watch. Shortly thereafter, we found ourselves alone (together) watching that film.

I've actually never seen that movie and found myself laughing at all the silly slapstick comedy.

I kept over analyzing the film because NO WAY would a hotel ever let a kid check in without a parent.

NEVER gonna happen.

I had totally forgotten about a time when I was a kid and I tried to check into a hotel in London--by myself-- and the staff wouldn't let me.

So I sat in the lobby. FOR SIX HOURS. Waiting for my parents to show up.

We went on a European vacation of sorts when I was seventeen. My sister and I flew out several days after my parents and were supposed to meet them in the airport.

Here's the first thing I would like to point out: My parents let me and my FOURTEEN year old sister fly INTERNATIONALLY by ourselves.

Let that sink in.

Seventeen and fourteen. Flying alone.

INTERNATIONALLY.

My Dad actually scared the wa-jeebers out of me when he was explaining the plane change we were going to have to make.

"You're making a plane change in Atlanta. Atlanta is a very confusing airport (true). You are going to have to take a subway to the international terminal. DO NOT LOSE YOUR SISTER. You are going to have to run the entire time. We did not allow the mandatory wait time into your layover (min 2hours). If you miss this flight, you will be stranded in Atlanta forever."

No pressure, right?

I also remember my Dad telling my sister and I to only pack a carry on. I do remember him telling us that. But, in my defense, I thought he meant each of us could have a carry on. Or two.

Apparently my sister and I WAY over packed and we didn't have enough room in our rental car (which looked something like a mini-coop) for all six of us AND our carry on (S).

We were staying outside Liverpool with some family friends and when it got time to load all of our crap into our mini to head to London -- there just wasn't enough room for everyone.

My parents then put me and my TEN YEAR OLD SISTER on a train bound for London. A two hour train ride. To London. ALONE.

My Dad gave me explicit instructions: "You are to go to the Hotel and nowhere else. I have already paid for the hotel so they will let you check in. Just ask for the key and stay in the room. Do not leave the hotel and STAY IN THE ROOM. Order as much room service as you want just STAY IN THE ROOM."

Can you say Hog Heaven?

I actually remember thinking: "I'm not staying in the room the entire two hours while we wait for you. I'm going swimming!"

My sister and I set out on what we thought was going to be a grand adventure. We sped across the English country side at breath-taking speeds and saw amazing things.

We arrived in the big city and took a cab to the hotel. Via some site seeing.

When we finally got to the hotel, we were starving. We had planned out everything we were going to order from room service. After which we planned to lounge poolside until our family arrived.

My parents assured us that they would only be two hours behind.

Guess what?

The hotel would NOT let us check in. No amount of begging, pleading, or CRYING could convince them otherwise.

We sat in the lobby for about an hour.

My little sister started being the devil on my left shoulder. "This is boring. Lets go sightseeing."

I actually contemplated it.

However, I KNEW that if I walked out of that hotel, my parents would show up five minutes later and I could expect to see my head on a platter.

I think it was about the only time in my teen years that I CONSCIOUSLY decided to be obedient. Don't get me wrong. I was a really good kid. But, most kids would have totally blown off their parents and gone sightseeing. I decided that I would do what they had asked me to do.

I stayed in that hotel lobby mostly because I was scared of losing my sister. She is seriously talented at getting lost in major big cities.

Two hours passed and my sister was on the verge of tears because HELLO! WE ARE STARVING TO DEATH.

Three hours passed and a giant entourage of rap-stars checked in.

We sat in the lobby and watched the rap-stars and their groupies coming and going-- eating food from the restaurant-- while we sat in the lobby starving to death. Literally.

At hour four I started thinking about all the amazing stuff we were missing in the city. We could take a taxi-- go sightsee at Trafalgar Square-- and then take a taxi back to the Hotel. I was a seasoned traveler by that age, and I knew that as long as I had the name of the hotel and a little money I could get anywhere. The problem was that I was also a giant cheapskate (still am).

I didn't want to use my hard earned money on buying us food. I didn't want to use all my money on taxi fare when I had planned down to the last penny what I was going to purchase on our European Vacation.

So. We sat through another agonizing hour.

At hour six, when my parents finally showed up, they were surprised to see us still sitting in the lobby. "Why didn't you just go out site seeing? That's what we did."

Yes they did.

They went site seeing on their way to save us from the big, bad city of London.

They toured Shakespeare's home.

And had a nice lunch on the lawn.

While we sat in the hotel lobby watching gangsters come and go. STARVING.

My Dad said "I wouldn't have been mad at you if you would have gone site seeing. Especially since they wouldn't let you check in."

I was shocked.

My sister actually punched me while she yelled I TOLD YOU SO.

The one time I decided I should be obedient and NOT go do what I wanted to do was the one time I actually could have done what I wanted?

How confusing. (I can see why my teenagers sometimes get perplexed with me).

That trip is one of my most favorite childhood memories. Life sure was different "back then."


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