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Just some fun in the snow and sun.
Henry's Fork of the Snake River - Island Park, ID
Thank you Brent and Eve, for the fabulous time!!!
3 days ago
Friday, January 11, 2008
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Dear Grandma,
You are my Sunshine, my only Sunshine, you make me happy, when skies are gray...
I know you won't read this, and I am writing it to myself. I miss you. I already do. I miss being your dancing girl. I miss the smell of bread baking in the oven. I miss your laugh, your smile; the look in your eyes that tells me even if I did the very worst thing in the world that I am okay. I bought a card today for you, it says; Lifes hard unless you have a Grandma. I will give it to you someday.
My life has been hard, Grandma. But because of you I am happy inside out. You have listened to the worst, the best, the crazy things that make up me. You have forgiven me for spilling nail polish on your counter tops, for telling white lies, for anything I could have ever done to disappoint you. You are an intricate part of all my seasons.
In January I think of your birthday, the day this world was blessed with an angel. I think of the lovely stories of your youth, the things that bring smiles and sometimes tears. Thinking of you and your dear brother, Uncle Bill, living through the depression, all the new things of the world plaguing your youth. How frightening those times must have been. I think of your dear mother, whom I love beyond all understanding. The comfort she gave to me, I know that she loves you; that she wants to bring you home. I think of birthday cakes with money in them, and bringing you white donuts, the white donut cake Gavin and I tried to hide money in. You played along, and we had a grand time. Always a grand time with Grandma. Grandma you are an angel.
In February, the time for valentines. I love to remember how Grandpa spoils you with valentines. I couldn't wait to come after the holiday, to see what he would surprise you with this year. Pink hearts all over, telling you of your beauty, your charm, you’re knitting his heart, his love of you, and knowing that you love him. You are looking at my sweetheart; a month to celebrate love, his creativity, your kindnesses all year, him giving you one day, you giving him them all, celebrated in a month of love. Grandma you are love.
March; Grandpas birthday. You make it special, always. He is lucky to have your home baked bread in round tin cans, it always tastes better when you make it, he misses that. All the goodies you have bottled and canned. The love you cook into every meal, keeping him and his together. The treat drawer, something of magic in the world of Grandpa and every little child greeted in your home. You are always keeping everything so wonderful. So capable of making things beautiful. So able to fix, and be thrifty with everything. I have learned all this from your example. Grandma you are beautiful.
April; Easter. My favorite memory, of doing the Easter baskets with you, giving to the widows, running from porch to porch. The detail you put into every basket and message, but more the love that you show as you do what the Savior would do; to remember and serve the widows, the lonely, those who need more than most. On such a special day, remembering the resurrection, the hope that all will be well, the Atonement; which makes us whole. Hundreds of those little baskets, and hours of your time, and never anything but a smile, a peaceful love that I have felt as we followed in your footsteps to give to others. Grandma you are giving.
In May, the flowers, the seasons changing, time to plant, to open Fish Lake, shopping at thrift stores, finding just the right little things. I love the walks to see the horses, you telling my children all the things I remember you telling me. Looking at the blossoms, thinking of the fruit that we pray to be blessed with during the harvest; these memories I am now harvesting.
Playing in the breezeway with the marbles and the marble toy, oh, to have that back for just one more moment. Telling you of the cute things that the children are doing, and having you tip your head and laugh. Listening to you and Grandpa sing, why can’t I remember all of the songs. Xoxoxo, kiss you once, kiss you twice, and kiss you once again, it’s been a long, long time. Listening to Grandpa play the trumpet, and hearing about you playing in the band with him. Talk of your dates, marriage, early struggles, trials, challenges, supporting one another and reaching for the long term, basking in all the efforts you and Grandpa have made, your eternal marriage, and hoping for that same blessing for Brian and myself. Talking about the temple, your primary class, the training school kids [adults:0)] and loving them with the Savior's love. I learned love from you. Will you ever know how much you mean to me? Grandma is memories.
June and trips to Fish Lake. Thank you for taking me with you. For the late night talks and games. For staying up with me to hold my babies, rocking them for me so I could sleep. Walks to the water hole, and church at the lodge. I can close my eyes and smell the sweet scent of the aspen trees, and hear the leaves blowing in the wind. I can see you lovingly preparing a meal for us to enjoy. Love in all the service you have given makes each morsel so much sweeter, more nourishing. It's no wonder that Fish Lake is my Heaven on Earth. I know how much you want to return there, and whenever I go I will look for you to be there. Grandma you are Heaven.
July and Steele Days, I will never forget. Throwing the candy to the little ones. Making sure everyone of us had the treat that we most desired. Your thoughtfulness and insight to all of your children, your grandchildren, your great-grandchildren. Honoring you and seeing the delight as you rode in Brian's truck in the parade. Hearing you tell me that it was like being royalty, because you are Grandma. You are a queen. When I was asked to throw the candy for you these past couple of years I felt as though something inside of me was breaking. I wanted you to be there, and then I felt you within me. I am you, you are a part of all that makes me who I am. May I honor you. Grandma you are priceless.
August is hard, for as my birthdays come and go I will miss your greetings. xoxoxo and your signature, hearing you sing happy birthday to me, with Grandpa. Knowing that you indeed celebrate my life, makes me more precious. I will miss that. Grandma, you are a happy day.
September. I will never forget. The way you held me when Brian lost his father. You were there to remember with me the wonderful man that he was. I remember thinking that you, Grandpa, and he were the same age; that I was thankful to still have you. Now...well, you know, I feel so lost. But I do believe that you will be in my dreams, counseling me, cheering me on, holding me again. Say hi to Dad, he will be one of those greeting you, happy to see you. I will want to do better, to improve my life. To make you proud, always. Grandma, you are my angel.
October, this month, as I drove to school today, watching the leaves dancing on the street, they reminded me of you, your dancing, your grace. And now it is His grace we pray for, to allow you to enter back into his presence.
Now, to hear my little Jeremy pray for you Grandma, please take her back to be with you. Don't let her hurt anymore, Let her be with her mommy and daddy, her brothers and sisters if she has any up there. Bless Grandpa to be happy, not sad, to have comfort, from the Holy Ghost. Only seven, he has more faith than I, he has so much love, to want to see you rest and without aches of age. And faith that all will be well, for Grandpa. Gratitude that the spirit can comfort us. We will be well, Grandma. Into the winter we go, and knowing that it is okay for you to let go. For spring will come again. And we will see you again.
I think of the Halloween party's, the games you planned. The baby jars of candy, fun for all ages. Knowing that I mattered because there was always a jar of my favorite, and somehow I always won that jar. I know now that it was not chance or luck, but love. I loved playing the donut on the string with you. You have such a competitive nature, no wonder where we all get it. To hear you laugh, once again. I will dream of it. Grandma you are fun.
November. What is to come of November? Veterans Day, all the times that we celebrated, with gratitude that Grandpa was home, with stories of the war, of the depression, with thankfulness that we are present, not past, and together. Hearing the clock in your breeze way, and you and Grandpa singing: Off we go into the wild blue yonder, Climbing high into the sun;...
Your little pies, the smell of thanksgiving in your home. Each of us expressing what we are most thankful for. The tenderness in your preparations, your absolute willingness to give a dose of love to every one of us, we are so many, and we all feel we are your favorite. Grandma, you are my favorite.
December; will be hard.
To everything there is a season,
a time for every purpose under the sun.
A time to be born and a time to die;
a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
a time to kill and a time to heal ...
a time to weep and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn and a time to dance ...
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to lose and a time to seek;
a time to rend and a time to sew;
a time to keep silent and a time to speak;
a time to love and a time to hate;
a time for war and a time for peace.
ecclesiastes 3:1-8
December; I will miss you, Mrs. Clause. I will miss your sweet attention to me, to everyone who is lucky to be called yours. I couldn't wait to hear your bells as we sang Here Comes Mrs. Clause. You with your darling little elf. It didn't matter what you gave us, but in the end your gift was always my favorite. Grandma you are hope, you are faith, you are patience, long suffering, you are mine.
A couple of weeks ago I came into the room, you said to me, "there you are my dancing girl. help me up. let's dance." As I held you in my arms, being your strength now, after so many years of your strength holding me up, I realized this was our last dance. Thank you for that. Thank you for loving me, and for seeing me for who I would become, and will become. Thank you for having faith in me, faith in Him, and for showing me there is a better way. A way of patience, of peace, of enduring all that we are given. You have endured, now rest, Grandma. We will remember, we will be thrifty, we will remember the widows, we will watch over Grandpa here, as you will from Heaven.
Grandma you are patience, peace.
You are my angel,
you are love,
you are beautiful.
You are giving,
you are memories,
you are heaven,
you are priceless.
You are a happy day,
you are fun,
you are my favorite, my friend.
You are my Sunshine!
You are patience, you are peace, you are my angel.
Grandma, I love you. Yes, so many times; good times, hard times, have passed in my life. Because of you loving me I know this truth, Life's hard, Unless you have a Grandma - and I have the best!, I have you.
My dancing Grandma. Thank you for loving me, for teaching me to bake bread, dry and bottle fruit, Thank you for the lessons in sewing, manners, stitching, care-giving, service, dancing and life. Life lessons - I have learned so much by your side.
You pray, you laugh, you love and let me be who I am. I love you for so many reasons. Memories - the marble toy, Fish Lake, The Family Tree Restaurant, thrift store shopping, sweet taffy, your love of dolls, your love of heritage, teaching me to love and cherish ours.
You say it like it is, the truth is not optional. You kissing me three times (my favorite number) kiss you once, kiss you twice, kiss you once again...
I will always cherish going to the rest homes with you, singing and dancing. I never felt anything but just thankful for being there with you and Grandpa. To see the love between you both, and the honest desire to love and serve these people, who needed Sunshine, in their rainy season. You are my Sunshine, you are their Sunshine; Grandma, you are Sunshine.
You fix everything. A bandaid for this, a bit of hard work for that - my hear aches, healed at your side, reminding me of our Brother's love. Turning me to the Lord, always His will. You are my amazing, my amazing example of love, of light. Grandma, if there is anything I could tell you, it would be you are beautiful; inside and out. You have given me, and others millions of memories.
A heritage; heart; and heaven awaits. We will keep you in our memories. What you forget now, we will keep. you, my beautiful Grandma, rest; we love you and keep you. xoxoxoxoxo
We love you, xoxoxo
I know you won't read this, and I am writing it to myself. I miss you. I already do. I miss being your dancing girl. I miss the smell of bread baking in the oven. I miss your laugh, your smile; the look in your eyes that tells me even if I did the very worst thing in the world that I am okay. I bought a card today for you, it says; Lifes hard unless you have a Grandma. I will give it to you someday.
My life has been hard, Grandma. But because of you I am happy inside out. You have listened to the worst, the best, the crazy things that make up me. You have forgiven me for spilling nail polish on your counter tops, for telling white lies, for anything I could have ever done to disappoint you. You are an intricate part of all my seasons.
In January I think of your birthday, the day this world was blessed with an angel. I think of the lovely stories of your youth, the things that bring smiles and sometimes tears. Thinking of you and your dear brother, Uncle Bill, living through the depression, all the new things of the world plaguing your youth. How frightening those times must have been. I think of your dear mother, whom I love beyond all understanding. The comfort she gave to me, I know that she loves you; that she wants to bring you home. I think of birthday cakes with money in them, and bringing you white donuts, the white donut cake Gavin and I tried to hide money in. You played along, and we had a grand time. Always a grand time with Grandma. Grandma you are an angel.
In February, the time for valentines. I love to remember how Grandpa spoils you with valentines. I couldn't wait to come after the holiday, to see what he would surprise you with this year. Pink hearts all over, telling you of your beauty, your charm, you’re knitting his heart, his love of you, and knowing that you love him. You are looking at my sweetheart; a month to celebrate love, his creativity, your kindnesses all year, him giving you one day, you giving him them all, celebrated in a month of love. Grandma you are love.
March; Grandpas birthday. You make it special, always. He is lucky to have your home baked bread in round tin cans, it always tastes better when you make it, he misses that. All the goodies you have bottled and canned. The love you cook into every meal, keeping him and his together. The treat drawer, something of magic in the world of Grandpa and every little child greeted in your home. You are always keeping everything so wonderful. So capable of making things beautiful. So able to fix, and be thrifty with everything. I have learned all this from your example. Grandma you are beautiful.
April; Easter. My favorite memory, of doing the Easter baskets with you, giving to the widows, running from porch to porch. The detail you put into every basket and message, but more the love that you show as you do what the Savior would do; to remember and serve the widows, the lonely, those who need more than most. On such a special day, remembering the resurrection, the hope that all will be well, the Atonement; which makes us whole. Hundreds of those little baskets, and hours of your time, and never anything but a smile, a peaceful love that I have felt as we followed in your footsteps to give to others. Grandma you are giving.
In May, the flowers, the seasons changing, time to plant, to open Fish Lake, shopping at thrift stores, finding just the right little things. I love the walks to see the horses, you telling my children all the things I remember you telling me. Looking at the blossoms, thinking of the fruit that we pray to be blessed with during the harvest; these memories I am now harvesting.
Playing in the breezeway with the marbles and the marble toy, oh, to have that back for just one more moment. Telling you of the cute things that the children are doing, and having you tip your head and laugh. Listening to you and Grandpa sing, why can’t I remember all of the songs. Xoxoxo, kiss you once, kiss you twice, and kiss you once again, it’s been a long, long time. Listening to Grandpa play the trumpet, and hearing about you playing in the band with him. Talk of your dates, marriage, early struggles, trials, challenges, supporting one another and reaching for the long term, basking in all the efforts you and Grandpa have made, your eternal marriage, and hoping for that same blessing for Brian and myself. Talking about the temple, your primary class, the training school kids [adults:0)] and loving them with the Savior's love. I learned love from you. Will you ever know how much you mean to me? Grandma is memories.
June and trips to Fish Lake. Thank you for taking me with you. For the late night talks and games. For staying up with me to hold my babies, rocking them for me so I could sleep. Walks to the water hole, and church at the lodge. I can close my eyes and smell the sweet scent of the aspen trees, and hear the leaves blowing in the wind. I can see you lovingly preparing a meal for us to enjoy. Love in all the service you have given makes each morsel so much sweeter, more nourishing. It's no wonder that Fish Lake is my Heaven on Earth. I know how much you want to return there, and whenever I go I will look for you to be there. Grandma you are Heaven.
July and Steele Days, I will never forget. Throwing the candy to the little ones. Making sure everyone of us had the treat that we most desired. Your thoughtfulness and insight to all of your children, your grandchildren, your great-grandchildren. Honoring you and seeing the delight as you rode in Brian's truck in the parade. Hearing you tell me that it was like being royalty, because you are Grandma. You are a queen. When I was asked to throw the candy for you these past couple of years I felt as though something inside of me was breaking. I wanted you to be there, and then I felt you within me. I am you, you are a part of all that makes me who I am. May I honor you. Grandma you are priceless.
August is hard, for as my birthdays come and go I will miss your greetings. xoxoxo and your signature, hearing you sing happy birthday to me, with Grandpa. Knowing that you indeed celebrate my life, makes me more precious. I will miss that. Grandma, you are a happy day.
September. I will never forget. The way you held me when Brian lost his father. You were there to remember with me the wonderful man that he was. I remember thinking that you, Grandpa, and he were the same age; that I was thankful to still have you. Now...well, you know, I feel so lost. But I do believe that you will be in my dreams, counseling me, cheering me on, holding me again. Say hi to Dad, he will be one of those greeting you, happy to see you. I will want to do better, to improve my life. To make you proud, always. Grandma, you are my angel.
October, this month, as I drove to school today, watching the leaves dancing on the street, they reminded me of you, your dancing, your grace. And now it is His grace we pray for, to allow you to enter back into his presence.
Now, to hear my little Jeremy pray for you Grandma, please take her back to be with you. Don't let her hurt anymore, Let her be with her mommy and daddy, her brothers and sisters if she has any up there. Bless Grandpa to be happy, not sad, to have comfort, from the Holy Ghost. Only seven, he has more faith than I, he has so much love, to want to see you rest and without aches of age. And faith that all will be well, for Grandpa. Gratitude that the spirit can comfort us. We will be well, Grandma. Into the winter we go, and knowing that it is okay for you to let go. For spring will come again. And we will see you again.
I think of the Halloween party's, the games you planned. The baby jars of candy, fun for all ages. Knowing that I mattered because there was always a jar of my favorite, and somehow I always won that jar. I know now that it was not chance or luck, but love. I loved playing the donut on the string with you. You have such a competitive nature, no wonder where we all get it. To hear you laugh, once again. I will dream of it. Grandma you are fun.
November. What is to come of November? Veterans Day, all the times that we celebrated, with gratitude that Grandpa was home, with stories of the war, of the depression, with thankfulness that we are present, not past, and together. Hearing the clock in your breeze way, and you and Grandpa singing: Off we go into the wild blue yonder, Climbing high into the sun;...
Your little pies, the smell of thanksgiving in your home. Each of us expressing what we are most thankful for. The tenderness in your preparations, your absolute willingness to give a dose of love to every one of us, we are so many, and we all feel we are your favorite. Grandma, you are my favorite.
December; will be hard.
To everything there is a season,
a time for every purpose under the sun.
A time to be born and a time to die;
a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
a time to kill and a time to heal ...
a time to weep and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn and a time to dance ...
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to lose and a time to seek;
a time to rend and a time to sew;
a time to keep silent and a time to speak;
a time to love and a time to hate;
a time for war and a time for peace.
ecclesiastes 3:1-8
December; I will miss you, Mrs. Clause. I will miss your sweet attention to me, to everyone who is lucky to be called yours. I couldn't wait to hear your bells as we sang Here Comes Mrs. Clause. You with your darling little elf. It didn't matter what you gave us, but in the end your gift was always my favorite. Grandma you are hope, you are faith, you are patience, long suffering, you are mine.
A couple of weeks ago I came into the room, you said to me, "there you are my dancing girl. help me up. let's dance." As I held you in my arms, being your strength now, after so many years of your strength holding me up, I realized this was our last dance. Thank you for that. Thank you for loving me, and for seeing me for who I would become, and will become. Thank you for having faith in me, faith in Him, and for showing me there is a better way. A way of patience, of peace, of enduring all that we are given. You have endured, now rest, Grandma. We will remember, we will be thrifty, we will remember the widows, we will watch over Grandpa here, as you will from Heaven.
Grandma you are patience, peace.
You are my angel,
you are love,
you are beautiful.
You are giving,
you are memories,
you are heaven,
you are priceless.
You are a happy day,
you are fun,
you are my favorite, my friend.
You are my Sunshine!
You are patience, you are peace, you are my angel.
Grandma, I love you. Yes, so many times; good times, hard times, have passed in my life. Because of you loving me I know this truth, Life's hard, Unless you have a Grandma - and I have the best!, I have you.
My dancing Grandma. Thank you for loving me, for teaching me to bake bread, dry and bottle fruit, Thank you for the lessons in sewing, manners, stitching, care-giving, service, dancing and life. Life lessons - I have learned so much by your side.
You pray, you laugh, you love and let me be who I am. I love you for so many reasons. Memories - the marble toy, Fish Lake, The Family Tree Restaurant, thrift store shopping, sweet taffy, your love of dolls, your love of heritage, teaching me to love and cherish ours.
You say it like it is, the truth is not optional. You kissing me three times (my favorite number) kiss you once, kiss you twice, kiss you once again...
I will always cherish going to the rest homes with you, singing and dancing. I never felt anything but just thankful for being there with you and Grandpa. To see the love between you both, and the honest desire to love and serve these people, who needed Sunshine, in their rainy season. You are my Sunshine, you are their Sunshine; Grandma, you are Sunshine.
You fix everything. A bandaid for this, a bit of hard work for that - my hear aches, healed at your side, reminding me of our Brother's love. Turning me to the Lord, always His will. You are my amazing, my amazing example of love, of light. Grandma, if there is anything I could tell you, it would be you are beautiful; inside and out. You have given me, and others millions of memories.
A heritage; heart; and heaven awaits. We will keep you in our memories. What you forget now, we will keep. you, my beautiful Grandma, rest; we love you and keep you. xoxoxoxoxo
We love you, xoxoxo
Monday, January 7, 2008
Clarissa's 11th Birthday Friend Party
Dancing the night away!
Eleven Friends!
Eleven AM, waiting!!!
Going to the U Gymnastics!
Happy Eleventh!
Eleventh Hour!
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Christmas Traditions 2007
Mrs. Clause and her little elf.Grandma Kathy
We asked Grandma Kathy if she would make a Mrs. Claus dress
that she could wear to play Mrs. Claus for our family,
a tradition passed down from Great-Great Grandma,
currently to Great-Grandma,
which will someday become little Clarissa.
We love traditions,
and look forward to helping Grandma Kathy make her dress.
that she could wear to play Mrs. Claus for our family,
a tradition passed down from Great-Great Grandma,
currently to Great-Grandma,
which will someday become little Clarissa.
We love traditions,
and look forward to helping Grandma Kathy make her dress.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Happy Birthday Clarissa!
A few of her baptism day. I guess I am not ready for her to be eleven.
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to Clarissa,
Happy Birthday to you!
We love you, xoxoxoxoxo
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to Clarissa,
Happy Birthday to you!
We love you, xoxoxoxoxo
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Commentary - Positive Portion Control in a Super Sized World
In our super sized world the portions our kids are eating is almost a worse problem than the food choices themselves. Add that to the lack of movement by kids today and you certainly have a potential national crisis. The video game thumb is the strongest muscle in some youth; add that to the french fry jaw and you have the brawn of the future. How can we as a public promote better health and fitness? One group is not only taking a stand for better fit kids, but promoting kids to stand and walk into a better future.
There is a new trend starting in Elementary Schools around the state because of this group. Kids are not just having a fit about it; they are having a Royal Fit! The fit is for fitness. Royal Fit Club is a new campaign in selected Elementary Schools with the purpose of influencing kids, educators and parents to partner in helping youth to be more conscientious about their health. They promote an understanding that kids healthy future depends upon healthier habits today.
The fact is that our kids are in potential crisis, with serious health issues gripping the nation. Salt Lake City School District (SLCSD) has already implemented a Health and Wellness policy in schools K-12.
According to the facts printed in their policy, “The current generation of children will become the heaviest adults in US history and may be the first generation to have a life-span that is shorter than their parents or grandparents.” “In Utah, 25% of students K-8 are overweight or obese. 37,000 of Utah’s secondary school students are overweight or obese. This is enough to fill 410 classrooms” (2002 UDOH). This is heavy, and not just in weight.
We live in a society where everything is super sized, from our televisions to our take-out. We all want more. What about more life, more quality health, more years to enjoy, and more energy and health in our futures? The SLCSD Wellness Policy calls upon parents, students, teachers, and community members to support them in their efforts to provide a school environment that enhances learning and development of lifelong wellness practices. Their call to the community sparked students of the Salt Lake Community College to put together the Royal Fit Club campaign that will implement resources in the school to help initiate a healthier way of thinking for these kids and their families. Now kids are having a Royal Fit about being part of the Royal Fit Club. Its cool, its competitive, its entertaining, and they are learning more about health and fitness, particularly portion control. These kids are fighting back against a world that serves them adult sized portions. They are learning about how food works in their bodies, and taking a stand to walk into their futures healthier.
Not only does the campaign educate the kids but it calls on parents to better understand what is healthy to serve up for their kids. The program wants to see parents partner in parental control and guidance for their kids future. Now days you can parental control their television viewing, parental control the video games they play, why not parental control the portion size. What goes into these kids today is what comes out tomorrow. Our super sized world needs a super sized effort to stand for a healthier and fit future.
There is a new trend starting in Elementary Schools around the state because of this group. Kids are not just having a fit about it; they are having a Royal Fit! The fit is for fitness. Royal Fit Club is a new campaign in selected Elementary Schools with the purpose of influencing kids, educators and parents to partner in helping youth to be more conscientious about their health. They promote an understanding that kids healthy future depends upon healthier habits today.
The fact is that our kids are in potential crisis, with serious health issues gripping the nation. Salt Lake City School District (SLCSD) has already implemented a Health and Wellness policy in schools K-12.
According to the facts printed in their policy, “The current generation of children will become the heaviest adults in US history and may be the first generation to have a life-span that is shorter than their parents or grandparents.” “In Utah, 25% of students K-8 are overweight or obese. 37,000 of Utah’s secondary school students are overweight or obese. This is enough to fill 410 classrooms” (2002 UDOH). This is heavy, and not just in weight.
We live in a society where everything is super sized, from our televisions to our take-out. We all want more. What about more life, more quality health, more years to enjoy, and more energy and health in our futures? The SLCSD Wellness Policy calls upon parents, students, teachers, and community members to support them in their efforts to provide a school environment that enhances learning and development of lifelong wellness practices. Their call to the community sparked students of the Salt Lake Community College to put together the Royal Fit Club campaign that will implement resources in the school to help initiate a healthier way of thinking for these kids and their families. Now kids are having a Royal Fit about being part of the Royal Fit Club. Its cool, its competitive, its entertaining, and they are learning more about health and fitness, particularly portion control. These kids are fighting back against a world that serves them adult sized portions. They are learning about how food works in their bodies, and taking a stand to walk into their futures healthier.
Not only does the campaign educate the kids but it calls on parents to better understand what is healthy to serve up for their kids. The program wants to see parents partner in parental control and guidance for their kids future. Now days you can parental control their television viewing, parental control the video games they play, why not parental control the portion size. What goes into these kids today is what comes out tomorrow. Our super sized world needs a super sized effort to stand for a healthier and fit future.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Commentary on Environmental Effects of Human Existence
Recently there have been widespread concerns from government to grassroots drawing attention to the conditions of the environment due to the new “nature” of human existence, reflecting a lack of respect for the land we use, the air we breathe and the water we drink. I am writing this letter because I strongly believe that you need to be thinking about some serious events which have an enormous effect on the outcome of your future. The history and past of our nation, while not in your control, continues to create a potentially dangerous environment for you and for those who will become of you. These dangers include the condition of your land, the air you breathe, and the water you drink.
You took your first breath of air on the day you were born. You didn’t have any say about the condition of that air. You trusted that is was good and nature told you to just do it. Breathing is natural; there is not much thinking involved. You were taken to a home, a piece of land, prepared for you to nurture you. You didn’t have to do anything to deserve it, you didn’t have to manage or care for it. It was just there for you. You were given drink at thirst. From a tiny being you needed water to thrive and it was given, without consideration of its origin. This is your past.
The present causes much concern. The way of life for all human beings is changing. You must educate yourself to understand the events that are unfolding; the conditions of the land, the air, the water and what is effecting and creating a potentially hazardous environment for all our future. It is imperative that you understand your relationship with these and the effects of your existence on the land, the air and water each day that you live.
I want you to better understand and acknowledge that the things you were given on the day you were born, air, clean land, water, will not be available to your future, to your child’s children if you do not come to a better understanding of the effects of your actions. There is literature representing the oral legend of Smoking Waters in which the people of the mountains are spoken of as living in peace, one with nature. It goes that “the forest and streams fed them so that they never slept hungry. They were content with their brothers and sisters; they were safe in the shelter of the mountains.” The old man of the mountains, Smoking Waters, had a vision. He saw that the people would become greedy and plagued with war. He told the people, “we are happy, we have what we need, we need nothing more.” Many Feathers argued with war brings power, saying, “we can make ourselves heros, war will bring power to our people.” The people laughed at the old man and mocked his wisdom and vision. With leaving nature and seeking power these people soon saw their children crying for food, wives alone, men and fathers gone; the people of the mountains were no longer happy. Smoking waters cried and grieved, his tears mingled with the mountain spring and became a hot spring. His tears and love live on and his legend is believed to be the hot springs of the mountain, soothing the sick and weary and healing the wounded. Smoking Waters gift is love and peace to all people. What legend do you leave your children if you do not acknowledge your choices effect on the availability of nature’s peace?
The impact of human choice on nature has commonly been known as “human nature”; our nature is to use the resources at hand. Argumentatively, the choices that humans make in using up resources are not natural. It is as though somehow the future will take care of itself. I believe this is not an option. Please start to think, educate yourself, and desire to make a better future for you and those who come of you. You can begin by discovering how much your existence affects the resources in your personal community, and how you can change.
Your future will not regret your present if you engage in the discussion that you can change the outcome by acknowledging the past, by better living in the present. Your human nature will be naturally followed if you will stand for a better way of living.
You took your first breath of air on the day you were born. You didn’t have any say about the condition of that air. You trusted that is was good and nature told you to just do it. Breathing is natural; there is not much thinking involved. You were taken to a home, a piece of land, prepared for you to nurture you. You didn’t have to do anything to deserve it, you didn’t have to manage or care for it. It was just there for you. You were given drink at thirst. From a tiny being you needed water to thrive and it was given, without consideration of its origin. This is your past.
The present causes much concern. The way of life for all human beings is changing. You must educate yourself to understand the events that are unfolding; the conditions of the land, the air, the water and what is effecting and creating a potentially hazardous environment for all our future. It is imperative that you understand your relationship with these and the effects of your existence on the land, the air and water each day that you live.
I want you to better understand and acknowledge that the things you were given on the day you were born, air, clean land, water, will not be available to your future, to your child’s children if you do not come to a better understanding of the effects of your actions. There is literature representing the oral legend of Smoking Waters in which the people of the mountains are spoken of as living in peace, one with nature. It goes that “the forest and streams fed them so that they never slept hungry. They were content with their brothers and sisters; they were safe in the shelter of the mountains.” The old man of the mountains, Smoking Waters, had a vision. He saw that the people would become greedy and plagued with war. He told the people, “we are happy, we have what we need, we need nothing more.” Many Feathers argued with war brings power, saying, “we can make ourselves heros, war will bring power to our people.” The people laughed at the old man and mocked his wisdom and vision. With leaving nature and seeking power these people soon saw their children crying for food, wives alone, men and fathers gone; the people of the mountains were no longer happy. Smoking waters cried and grieved, his tears mingled with the mountain spring and became a hot spring. His tears and love live on and his legend is believed to be the hot springs of the mountain, soothing the sick and weary and healing the wounded. Smoking Waters gift is love and peace to all people. What legend do you leave your children if you do not acknowledge your choices effect on the availability of nature’s peace?
The impact of human choice on nature has commonly been known as “human nature”; our nature is to use the resources at hand. Argumentatively, the choices that humans make in using up resources are not natural. It is as though somehow the future will take care of itself. I believe this is not an option. Please start to think, educate yourself, and desire to make a better future for you and those who come of you. You can begin by discovering how much your existence affects the resources in your personal community, and how you can change.
Your future will not regret your present if you engage in the discussion that you can change the outcome by acknowledging the past, by better living in the present. Your human nature will be naturally followed if you will stand for a better way of living.
Friday, December 7, 2007
FINALS
Being in the middle of finals is never the greatest place to be. I would rather be just to the outside, and getting ready for the holidays.
I am taking a break to think about this person that I spend most of my time with, me.
Officially, who am i, right now. Not the person that I am embarrassed of (the past), or the person I hope to meet (in the future).
Today, I am all the opportunities I have taken, all the mistakes I have made. Leftover from yesterday....the burnt toast, scraped, with jelly.
I am taking Math, Brazilian Capoeira, a writing class, and still trying to re-learn some piano basics. I use my children for gain. Whatever they are learning, I learn along with them. I am jealous of them most of the time, because they are confident, loved, and secure. Three things I never felt.
I am past my years of Chairing the School Community Council for Wasatch Elementary, yet heavily involved in making our children's education the very best, and creating an educational environment that is seriously in the best interest of the children whom it serves.
I am just outside of leading our ward's primary Sacrament Meeting program, as chorister. After 7 "seriously" long years as Primary President, I am seeing that I learned so much more teaching music to these lovely little creatures.
I am becoming more and more rebellious, and questioning my beliefs. What do I believe, and how do I want to live my life.????
I am loving the many books that I am reading, confused because I can't seem to read just one.
I am looking forward to family events, and enjoying the ones that we have recently had.
I am wishing that I was on vacation; Japan, Maine, Boston, Tennessee, Arizona, Oregon, even Moab. All with so many memories.
I am loving every Wednesday night, when my Brian and I take an evening to ourselves, to be in love, romantic, and to rekindle the love that brought me to like who I am. (props to our sweet sister who takes the children for the night, and thank you for the one morning that I could sleep in if I ever stopped scheduling my classes so early!!!!!)
Back to studying I must go. It's only my 4.0 at stake.
I am taking a break to think about this person that I spend most of my time with, me.
Officially, who am i, right now. Not the person that I am embarrassed of (the past), or the person I hope to meet (in the future).
Today, I am all the opportunities I have taken, all the mistakes I have made. Leftover from yesterday....the burnt toast, scraped, with jelly.
I am taking Math, Brazilian Capoeira, a writing class, and still trying to re-learn some piano basics. I use my children for gain. Whatever they are learning, I learn along with them. I am jealous of them most of the time, because they are confident, loved, and secure. Three things I never felt.
I am past my years of Chairing the School Community Council for Wasatch Elementary, yet heavily involved in making our children's education the very best, and creating an educational environment that is seriously in the best interest of the children whom it serves.
I am just outside of leading our ward's primary Sacrament Meeting program, as chorister. After 7 "seriously" long years as Primary President, I am seeing that I learned so much more teaching music to these lovely little creatures.
I am becoming more and more rebellious, and questioning my beliefs. What do I believe, and how do I want to live my life.????
I am loving the many books that I am reading, confused because I can't seem to read just one.
I am looking forward to family events, and enjoying the ones that we have recently had.
I am wishing that I was on vacation; Japan, Maine, Boston, Tennessee, Arizona, Oregon, even Moab. All with so many memories.
I am loving every Wednesday night, when my Brian and I take an evening to ourselves, to be in love, romantic, and to rekindle the love that brought me to like who I am. (props to our sweet sister who takes the children for the night, and thank you for the one morning that I could sleep in if I ever stopped scheduling my classes so early!!!!!)
Back to studying I must go. It's only my 4.0 at stake.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Burnt Toast
Do you ever feel like you are burnt toast? Literally. Cooked too long and useful to no one.
I learned today that if you scrape the burn off, then the toast actually tastes pretty good. Why I bothered to do that, rather than just making a fresh piece of toast would take too long to explain.
And truth is, the scraping really makes a mess. My life. Scraping the burn off is really making a mess.
I wonder if it is worth it.
I learned today that if you scrape the burn off, then the toast actually tastes pretty good. Why I bothered to do that, rather than just making a fresh piece of toast would take too long to explain.
And truth is, the scraping really makes a mess. My life. Scraping the burn off is really making a mess.
I wonder if it is worth it.
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