Where is the humanity?

Today we went to the double-funeral of Lee's aunt Lillie and uncle Gordon. It was a touching story of how they died, just a day apart. After 62 years of marriage, they slipped the surly bonds of this earth within hours of each other. Gordon had been a pilot in the Air Force, then became a lawyer in California. His law partner was Howard W. Hunter (a fact I'd read about in HWH's biography years ago, and just today learned that it was Lee's uncle), and he was very successful. Lillie loved music and art and literature. They were clearly devoted and deeply in love, and I wish I'd gotten the chance to get to know them.

When we left the funeral to go to the cemetery for interment, Lee noticed glass all over the ground next to the driver side of his van. It was very quickly that we understood that someone had broken his window and taken my purse.

Crap. Complete crap. What kind of person knowingly violates someone who is at a funeral? "Hi. I know you are probably grieving but I could care less. Purse, please." It's sick.

The driver side window had been completely knocked out.

Feels like walkin' on broken glass

So we got to drive from south Salt Lake valley back to Orem with the window gone. In January. It was cold. Lee's brother Craig bore the brunt of the bitter cold wind in the back seat. For head warmth, he donned a pair of my boxers that I happened to have in the car.

Lee's left side was chilly, being next to the rushing wind and all. He was hesitant when I offered my slipper for relief, but once he tried it he stopped caring. It worked!

What a challenging day. Things could definitely be worse, though, and I'm grateful there wasn't anyone hurt or worse damage. I've had to cancel my credit cards and file a fraud alert with the credit bureaus, but that's the worst of it. We'll see how things turn out. As for the dicks that broke into the car, they can F themselves. Bastards.

My Homework Assignment

Last year in April, I was at my niece and nephew's baptism, and at the end their bishop challenged everyone to go home and write about the feelings they felt during the service (meeting? who knows the lingo anymore...). It was a baptism of 4 children, my niece and nephew (twins), and two other kids in their ward that were unrelated to each other.

So...I'm doing my homework:

My first feeling during the service was trepidation. Lee and I took my unbaptized 8 yr. old daughter with us, and I was worried that I'd hear endless whining from her about wanting to be just like the other kids. But that never happened! I've told her that when she's 18 she can study all about it and decide if it's something that she wants for herself. The trepidation turned into relief when I never heard anything from her about wanting to be baptized.

Then I felt a bit of nausea (but technically that's a sensation, not a feeling), when one of the other kids' grandmother spoke from the pulpit. She commented about when Joseph Smith and Oliver Cowdery were "thick in the translation of the Book of Mormon" and working on 3 Nephi 11. This is a place in the scripture that talks about baptism 40+ times. She related how she "knows in her heart that Joseph and Oliver looked up at each other and realized that they too needed to be baptized". I think the underlying feeling behind my nausea was utter confusion at the words she used. I'd like to reword her thoughts in my own words, just to make it less confusing. Enjoy:

A long time ago, in a setting where no witnesses were present, and no third party documentation was taking place, legend says that Joseph Smith and Oliver Cowdery may have had a discussion when they were allegedly depicting certain characters off ancient hand-made plates of gold, and they called the certain characters 3 Nephi chapter 11. Some people feel that an unseen all-powerful being gave them a strange tool to depict the foreign characters, though certainly this cannot be proved since we do not have any evidence of its existence. At that time, in that chapter, apparently the tool was depicting the word "baptism" a lot.

One might assume that the excessive usage of the word "baptism" was the reason for the alleged discussion between the two men about their own baptisms.

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It's almost been a year since then. Now my daughter is 9 years old. This past Sunday we went to another church meeting, because Lee's new granddaughter was getting "A Name & A Blessing" (which is kind of similar to a christening in other religions). It's such a different experience to sit in a congregation among Mormons, not believing anything that they say. Different from how I used to be, that is. This time I tried to take something away from the meeting, but there wasn't much for me to pull from. Everything was "pay tithing", "listen to the spirit (even when you're not sure why)", and some scripture references from the book of Paul. I wanted something more, something like "Do unto others what you'd have others do unto you", or something else edifying beyond religion.

We left that meeting and apparently my daughter wants to get baptized. Here we go! She's got 9 years left under her parent's rules, and our rule is "Not before you're 18". We'll see what happens I guess...

Starting Out Right (or... SOR)

I've got to get healthy. Yesterday I envisioned myself being with other people, in a bikini, and feeling completely comfortable. What a rush! What would that really be like?!? I want to find out.

My current goals:

1) eat more nutritious food, and less crap. On that note, this morning I brought vanilla yogurt, granola and a sliced-up banana for breakfast. It should've been delicious, but the yogurt made it sort of sour. Plus my tummy doesn't do that well with milk products anymore, so I started to feel yucky. What a disappointment!!

2) significantly increase my activity level. I've decided that, until I purchase the Wii Fit, I'll play Wii Boxing every day because I usually work up a good sweat playing that game. Plus, that will develop the habit of using the Wii every day, which I'll need in order to make the Wii Fit work best for me. I'd like to start walking, but it's f-ing cold outside and I don't want to pay to use an indoor track somewhere. So walking will start in a couple months.

3) find some purpose in life. Right now I can settle for blogging. But eventually it will be something more useful, such as building school houses in Costa Rica. Mostly I want to go to Costa Rica to see my friends' awesome house that they're building there. But, in all seriousness, I do want to leave an impact on this world before I have to leave it!

Okay so those are the 3 things that I'm going to keep repeating over and over in my brain.

New Year, New Day, New Blog Post

Finally! I decided to try to start blogging again. I miss it. Who cares if no one reads? It's a good way for me to sort through my thoughts, and also to keep a more accurate timeline of what's happening in my life. So... *deep breath* ...Begin.