Do you?

I am going to let a few authors tell you why you should today.

I truly believe that if we keep telling the Christmas story, singing the Christmas songs, and living the Christmas spirit, we can bring joy and happiness and peace to this world.”
~ Norman Vincent Peale (1898-1993), American Protestant religious leader, author.

And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store? What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more? – Dr. Seuss

“Fail not to call to mind, in the course of the twenty-fifth of this month, that the Divinest Heart that ever walked the earth was born on that day; and then smile and enjoy yourselves for the rest of it; for mirth is also of Heaven’s making.”- Leigh Hunt

 My  favorite one today is from the Polar Express

 The Conductor: Seeing is believing, but sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can’t see.

Hero Boy: At one time most of my friends could hear the bell, but as years passed it fell silent for all of them. Even Sarah found one Christmas that she could no longer hear its sweet sound. Though I’ve grown old the bell still rings for me, as it does for all who truly believe.

I hope that this season finds you all able to hear the bell..

Believe!!  and have your best Christmas EVER !!!

 

Isaiah 9 vs 6  For to us a child is born, to us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

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I had heard about – Candy Unjunked a while back. Candy made without any artificial flavors/products, no corn syrup, no hydrogenated oils. It’s still high calorie candy but it’s a lot better for you. I’m okay with that.

I have been dying to try it. But I’m a lazy-ish person when it comes to driving around to different stores to buy special things, I hadn’t gotten around to picking them up yet.

If I were a person who ate a candy bar a week, it probably would have been more important to me, but I don’t eat candy much anymore. I can’t remember the last time I bought an actual candy bar.

I was in the candy aisle shopping for treats for loved ones and there they were. UNREAL candy right in Target. Yes! I picked up a fake Snickers for me and Peanut Butter Cups for Zach.

Amazing. Santa, take note! I want a bunch of UNREAL candy in my stocking this year!

12/12/12In order to “celebrate” such a cool day that only comes 12 times in a millennium, I decided to share 12 little known facts about me. I bet some of these things my husband and mom don’t even know (those two pretty much know it all!)

1. I take a bubble bath more days of the week than not. It’s actually a habit and no longer a special occasion. I have mixed feelings about that. 

2. I’ve been Netflixing cheesy ABC Family and Hallmark Christmas love stories all week. They make my heart happy. 

3. I have anxiety about parking/parking lots. I park far away and as fast as I can. I can’t stand going slow and watching out from every direction for people/cars/kids. I  much prefer to park and walk. 

4. I want to move to Arizona…or Florida. Seriously. It’s become serious talk in our house. The older I get, the more I need the sun. 

5. I have a thing with fonts. I am super picky about font with my blog, my email, my letters home to parents, and even on my SMARTboard lessons. I will literally highlight every time I put a new text on my SMARTboard lesson and change the font to a preferred font. At work I had to type up a little thing about college (which ended up not being so little because, good luck getting me to be concise when talking about college. I can’t even be concise when talking about fonts) to put on our college aspirations board. I noticed that the font had been changed to a Comic Sans type font and I just cringed. It really bugged me a lot!

6. I put potato chips on hotdogs and sandwiches. I love the crunch. (I have a texture thing. I LOVE contrasting textures. In fact try   a classmate brought it to our final night of class last week and it was literally one of the best things I’ve ever tasted…it had everything I was looking for texture-wise and taste wise)

7. Hamburgers do nothing for me. The smell of them doesn’t entice me. I never order a burger at a restaurant. I will eat them at home but they’re still not my favorite. I love meatloaf, though.
On yahoo
8. I paint my toenails according to the season. Right now they are a festive red!

9. The only app I use on my SMARTphone is the Pedometer. 

10. My Google reader just got shorter. I unsubcribed to a blog that I’d finally had enough of yesterday and one of my favorite blogs is shutting down. I’m on the lookout for new reads. Or maybe I should do something with the time I’ll save. 

11. I’ve been using the to wash my face every night. I plan to do a post of my own on it soon. 

12. I’m wearing ankle socks with dress pants today. 

How about you. Can you share 12 little known facts? Or how about 1 or 2 if you can’t manage the whole dozen! :)  

Are you a flirt?

According to my mom, yes I am!

A while back my mom and I were out shopping and I ran into a guy I sort of knew and started chatting with him for a bit. As we walked away, I mentioned to my mom that I thought he was good-looking. I was about to go into a story relating to that (how Zach was once misidentified as this guy once at a certain place…I’m being very discreet here because I’m not sure it’s appropriate to mention that I find men in my ward attractive…oops! Let the cat out of the bag!)

Before I could even tell the story mom goes, “Oh, I pretty much already knew that. I can tell.” Well this silenced me for a bit as I started to run the conversation over and over again in my head. Later that night I simply asked my mom, “How could you tell I thought that guy was good-looking?” Her response, “You’re a flirt! You always have been.”

This starts a conversation of all the people my mom has thought to have seen me “flirt” with as she calls it, but she claims I’m still appropriate. My old bishop in high school apparently, my boss, my math nerd friends that I associate with for my job, people I’ve worked with in the past, my brother’s friends,and pretty much any male friend I have.

Well, that’s just about every male I associate with…so apparently I flirt with everyone.

I came in the door that night and the first words out of my mouth were, “Zach, do I flirt!”

“Yep! You do. Why?”

“No, I mean do I flirt with other people like __________, _________, and _________?”

“Yes.”

“Oh my gosh! Is it obnoxious, inappropriate, or out of line?! Does it bother you?”

“No, it’s not obnoxious, you’re just super bubbly. You like men, Shar. I don’t know what your thing is, but you like men that you can respect for some reason or another and you just are very smiley, nice, and extra bubbly. And no it doesn’t bother me. I flirt, too.”

“Yes, you do flirt, too. That’s true. And it’s not inappropriate or obnoxious, and even am not bothered by that…so I’m okay, right?”

“Yep. You can keep on flirting!”

And hopefully that sums it up for you. I do have a thing for guys. I love my husband fiercely and flirt with him plenty, too. But respectable men are hard to come by, but my husband’s not the only one. When I meet someone I resepect I guess I just show my admiration with smiles, kind words, and bubbly-ness!

What about you, do you flirt?

Do you think it’s bad to flirt?

**Any Mad About You watchers out there? Do you remember the episode where Jamie is getting glasses and the glasses fitting lady is flirting with Paul? It’s hilarious! I need to go watch that now.

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Thanksgiving was the first major holiday spent without my Grandpa. Without any grandparent. I already knew this, but I can say with assuredly, I do not like holidays without grandparents. Quite frankly, it sucks.

I really struggled while Thanksgiving was approaching. My mom had asked me to bring some things to dinner and while I was shopping for ingredients and baking my creations, I kept picturing the whole family, it’s as thoughtI forget that I’ve lost people. That our numbers have decreased. Even worse, I kept picturing the whole family at my grandparents’ house. I forget it’s no longer a part of my life.

My last Christmas on the green couches at my grandparents’ house.

I don’t want to forget that house. I don’t want to forget the people responsible for creating the family that blesses my life.

Thanksgiving and Christmas were holidays best spent at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. We didn’t always celebrate there, but when we didn’t, I complained. I liked the feel of Grandma’s house when her couches were rearranged to make room for the little tree that was always a perfect fit. I loved how warm the living room was. How there was just enough room without being too much room.

I loved sitting on those green couches even when I was a little girl. I picture the holidays on those couches, in that house, with that “Grandma’s house”  feeling. It’s the picture of Christmas most ingrained in my mind. To me, that’s what Christmas is.

My grandma passed away two days before Christmas, you would think that it would ruin Christmas for me. No, it’s almost as if my brain has chosen not to make that connection. Somewhere, I’ve pushed that reality aside and only picture the good things from Christmas. I just see us all together on Christmas, that’s all I remember. I don’t remember the more recent, cold Christmases, spent without my Grandmother.

It hurts that it’s not real. But what hurts even more, is the fear of those memories being replaced. As much as I can’t wait to see my grandparents again, I still hope to live a long life. If that is the case, I have many Christmases left to celebrate without my grandparents. What if I start picturing Christmas differently? What happens when those memories start to fade? What happens when I can remember the living room at Christmas but I can’t quite remember where everything went?

You lose so much when you lose someone you love. You lose smells, voices, and even memories, the things we are the most grateful for, begin to fade.

It’s not fair. I think it’s no coincidence that the holidays are such a painful time for those who have lost people they love and yet they are the time to remember that we have a Savior who allows us to return to one another.

I’m positive that’s not a coincidence. I am so grateful that Christmas to me is a religious observation reminding me of the role Christ plays in our lives and it is also a time of wonderful family memories, past and present.

All I can do is share my memories, write them down. I’ll paint them as best I can and hopefully I can look back to them and until I’m old and wrinkled, I can still remember what it felt like to be an 8-year old little girl pretending to be Mary in the Christmas Nativity we acted out in Grandma’s living room, until I’m able to take advantage of the greatest gift of all and join them for a family celebration once again.