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If Only....

I’ve spent a lot of time thinking, “If I only”…


• If only there were no more wars… the world would be at peace.

• If only politicians were all honest and really worked for the interests of the people they serve… there would be no deficit and we wouldn’t be voting on the size of chicken cages or wondering how to pay for schools and vital services.

• If only kids honored their parents… there would be peace in the home with no arguing, fighting, and far less worrying.

• If only what I say and do was the perfect thing in every situation… I would not accidently hurt others I care about deeply… especially when I truly didn’t mean to hurt them and sometimes even know I did.

• If only I had studied harder… I could have been a professor of something and maybe be making a difference in this world.

• If only I was smarter… I could have invented something or had started a fabulous theater company by now.

• If only I had more time… I could do more in my day, like become a fabulous author, have …

Salad Day 4

Repeat... I used leftovers for a yummy lunch.

Let It Shine and Watch the Cockroaches Scatter!

This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine;
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine!
~written by unknown (gospel song)
Yesterday, this little song kept going through my mind yesterday. It’s not a song traditionally sung in my church. I learned it from my sweet little great-grandma when I was a young child. The principle is true.

Mathew 5:14-6 teaches that, “Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid. Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven”.

So many people ‘hide their light under a bushel (basket)' because they do not think that their little light can possibly make a difference. I wonder why that is.

Just think about what a difference one pers…

Salad Day 3

This was a brilliant idea... Fajita salad. I am allergic to tortilla shells and the family was having fajitas for dinner. I used 1 cup lettuce, pico de something, sautéed onions and peppers, guacamole, 8 corn tortilla chips, black olives, tomatoes, and fajita chicken strips. It was so yummy I decided it should be lunch the next day. Yummy left overs.

Salad Day 2

This salad isn't that pretty to look at, but it was yummy.  Lettuce, shredded carrot, fresh spinach, a tomato, "everything - free" ranch dressing (remember I am allergic to milk products, soy, and wheat so I mix a packet of ranch seasoning and coconut milk.  It works), and my home canned tuna.  There is nothing like home canned tuna!  It is delish!

Salad Day 1... again

I know it doens't look much like a salad... but it is. It's my "Happy Trails" salad. Can you tell I need to go to the store? LOL.


Well the goal of a salald a day it to eat more fruits and especially veggie; to eat more raw foods.

This "salad" accomplishes that goal. LOL

Reflections of One Beautiful Day

One week…



Last week, Friday, March 18, 20011, my beautiful daughter Kimber married her best friend, Raymond, at noon.




The last of our family has left. We still have a few barrowed wedding items to hunt down, and our home has been cleaned (admittedly, it took 6 days to get it clean since my other daughters decided to switch rooms, paint and down size belongings), and most of the leftover broccoli has been eaten. It is over and to quote the line from the Father of the Bride, “It is funny how empty a house can get, isn’t it?” Even funnier since I still have 4 kids at home.


The weekend was beyond words that I can use to describe. We all felt the Lord’s amazing presence all week, but especially on the day of Kimber and Raymond’s wedding. The weather co-operated – considering it is March in Oregon – rain stopped for the pictures outside the temple. Thank you Lord for such a perfectly beautiful day….


Our family was surround by people who love us. How do I describe the love and support we all fel…

Not just the Luck o' the Irish

I’ve not kept up with blogging this past week and the next week doesn’t look promising in getting many of my thoughts into print. There is too much to do to get this wedding done and over with and Friday is approaching far too quickly!


That being said, I thought that I’d celebrate St. Patrick’s Day today, rather than on Thursday because we will be wading through wedding décor and food preparations all day and into the night. When my oldest child was younger I was all kinds of fun… but my youngest child is getting the stressed out boring version of a mom. Thus, today I made:



Rainbow salad, complete with a pot o’ gold at the end of the rainbow….



… and Irish stew with soda biscuits…

Stop right there, turn around slowly, and DROP that picture in your mind of the little guy on the Lucky Charms cereal box. We didn’t invite him to dinner. Actually, that jolly little imp, and his counterparts on greeting cards, and pub signs, bears almost no resemblance to the leprechauns of Irish mythology.…

Dancing with Daffodils

As winter draws to a close here in the Northwest, the hearty daffodils begin to poke their heads up through the leaves, grass and twigs on the surface of the ground, braving the down pour of rain and the whipping of winds.


During the dark days of winter it is common to walk by the green sprouts of the daffodils and miss that they are there struggling to peek up and rejoice in the spring light. Whether we don’t take that added time to notice the beauty in the carpet of last year's fallen leaves, which still exhibit every little leaf-vein or we are weighed down with our everyday worries, frustrations, or just plain, too tired, we often miss God’s message of hope springing into life around us. It is easy to forget that last year's faded splendor is nourishing the soil to insure this year's beauty.

D&C 90:24 “Search diligently, pray always, and be believing, an all things shall work together for your good, if ye walk uprightly and remember…”

As the maturing buds of the …

Losing Sportsmenship

Tonight I went to a HS girls basketball game. The girls played well and worked hard, but in the end they lost the game. I was impressed with most of their attitudes, for the most part. I can’t say that I was too impressed with the attitudes and behavior of the audience around me. Admittedly, I was sitting near the student section and the parents section did appear to behavior politely from across the court. A real shame poor sportsmanship behavior has to be so casually displayed by students and a few adults who encouraged the “boos” and “cat calls.


This kind of behavior speaks volumes of where sportsmanship is heading these days. I believe all players, winners and losers deserve praise for their hard work and certainly do not deserve “boos” and “cat calls.” I was embarrassed to be part of my community as the kids around me “booed” at the opposing team.

Sportsmanship is the first thing one has to learn when playing sports, at any level. The point of sports is the competition and the …

Paint the Light

It’s taken me a few days to process what I truly want to say. I sure hope it comes out the way I intend.


This past weekend I spent some time helping a dear friend through the dark night of the soul. It is difficult to see people you love go through dark days and to see them struggle with hope… especially when they are usually so full of life, even the life of the party.

The day before my friend needed help, I had watched a movie about Thomas Kincade. His brilliant career was inspired by his mentor, friend, and teacher. This teacher taught him to “paint the light.”

The few hours I spent with my friend, chatting, crying and laughing turned out to be more like a walk with God, as we sought His face, basked in His glory, and painted what we saw in our hearts and mind. Into the dark room and the dark corners of her mind the light came slowly, growing ever stronger by the minute. I knew that there would be more rough days, but I also knew that my friend was going to be safe and would find …