Provo Lunch

Today I coerced my good friend Chelle into eating here...



If you haven't eaten at J-Dawgs, you are missing a treat. Seriously, you must have one. They are so good, and I don't even like hotdogs.



For desert we ate here.



because, really, if you are going to eat well, why not go all out? I gobbled down my JDawg w/banana peppers, special sauce (a MUST) and pickles. (Actually I get the pickle because I can eat that separately. I eat the banana peppers separately too...hmmm weird). Then I licked off the delicious icing on my Va'nie'la cupcake. Every fat laden, sugary, animal by-products bite was SO GOOD.

There are some things in life that you just have to eat.

Cute, but slightly spoiled.

8 things I've learned this week

one. Don't leave your phone out when you are sleeping.



two. I was able to work with seven wonderful women this past year. I miss them.



three. A Saturday's farmer's market is a fun place. share the mini doughnuts with your daughter... or son, or friend, or sweetheart and visit all the booths--oh, and buy something, even if it is little. support local families rather than your local Walmart.



four. any birthday is fun if it's spent with hilarious children.







five. even your strongest, most capable friends need your prayers.

six. I wish everyone could meet the amazing friends I have. And they even know me well, and like me anyway, which just makes them that much better.

seven. gratefulness and entitlement cannot co-exist. Is someone really grateful if, in the same breath, they are complaining for things they did not get but feel they deserved? what makes us think we are entitled to anything? I asked my friend Jolene, who emulates the truest form of gratefulness, what makes a woman think this way? Then I remembered that I see it sometimes in my own life. The Lord gives and gives and while with my mouth I express gratitude, I wonder if my heart is saying I deserve this and this and I'm entitled to that. I've seen women demonstrate both this past week -- true gratefulness and true feelings of entitlement. The first is so much more becoming of a Christ-like woman.

eight. Women's Conference was an incredible event this year, but I'm glad it is over for now. it was hard.

Because I'm SIX!

What this angelic face said to me this morning when she asked me for an itouch and I said, 'why on earth do you need an itouch?'





and yes. she is eating a popsicle for breakfast.

Madelyn Faye Willis Hoskisson

Grandma...

Madelyn Faye Willes Hoskisson returned to her Heavenly Father on April 8, 2009. She was married to Clifford Hoskisson on July 6, 1936 in Salt Lake City. He passed away November 1, 1980.

Madelyn was born in Silver City, Utah on January 18, 1917. Her family moved to Salt Lake City where she was raised. In 1948 she and her husband and family moved to Garfield, Utah. Many wonderful memories were made there.

Madelyn was supervisor at the Salt Lake Credit Bureau for 10 years. After her retirement and the death of her husband, Madelyn moved to St. George. She was called as a Family History Missionary and that work became the love of her life. She knew every genealogy program and followed her family line to over 35,000 of our ancestors.

Angels await her with open arms.

Madelyn is survived by three children, Clifford (Linda) Hoskisson, David (Deanne) Hoskisson, and one daughter, Cynthia (Michael) Smith. She has many grandchildren, great grandchildren and great great grandchildren that she loved dearly.

..Love you. Miss you.

Women's Conference has arrived.

Saved.

This past Saturday I almost killed my good friend and her sweet 12 year old as we drove through the SLC's 'spaghetti bowl' on I-15 at 75 mph on our way to the YW general meeting at the Conference Center.

We came within inches of being crushed from the front and the back by two huge trucks as people slammed on their brakes while an accident happened about two football fields in front of us. I don't know exactly how we got out of it, let's just say my guardian angel must have been a Nascar driver in his previous life. I sat through most of the meeting stunned that we weren't in the ER and that I hadn't killed my friend Kathy or her sweet Whitney.

Today I'm very grateful for divine intervention.

Cush

Since today is my sister's birthday this post is for her.

11 and 1 things I love about my sister Cush (a.k.a. Chantel)

1. She is funny.
2. She is adventurous.
3. She accomplishes anything she puts her mind to.
4. She is astonishingly beautiful.
5. She sounds like me on the phone.
6. She has a killer golf swing.
7. She has her nieces and nephews wrapped around her finger.
8. She likes to cook gourmet style.
9. She will tell you what she thinks-straight up.
10. She is a genuinely nice person.
11. She doesn't judge.

and hanging out with her is just fun.

This is Cush. Happy Birthday!
Wish I was there to hug you.

Love you,
Your older sister.

sunday afternoon

while my very dedicated13 year old diligently performed his Sunday duties as a deacon...









this cute little monster and I made cupcakes... and not just any cupcakes, these cupcakes were 'kathy cupcakes' (a.k.a. Raspberry's cupcakes for my her friend Kathy) with...

chocolate batter, white frosting and stabilized coconut whipped cream pipped into the middle.

Yum.






Afterwards, she hid the bowl and wouldn't share the spoon.
How rude.

Thou shalt be NICE!

My incredibly talented younger brother has a CD coming out about chickens and teens.

Here is the link.

Good job Hank! and don't worry. I'm here to keep you humble.

Don’t waste the pretty.

I read this book a while back and recently watched this movie.



I liked them both… felt almost enlightened really...so when
raspberry told me that a boy named Jack was being mean and
pushing her at school, did I lovingly tell her that he
pushed her and was mean to her because that’s how boys
act when they like a girl?

Not a chance. I said, ‘Shove him back and say in a big-mean-voice
Leave Me Alone!
He will cry or he will run away but he will leave you alone.’

Her reply was, ‘But mom, teacher will turn my card to orange.’

Sweetheart, that is okay with me.



Follow up that evening…

So how was school? Was Jack mean to you?

‘I just played with Rhett and ignored Jack.’

Who is Rhett?

‘He’s in my class and he is nice and he shares his crayons with
me. So I’m going to play with Rhett. I told Jack to go away and
he had to sit in his chair because teacher saw him and now
he gets in trouble.’

So no more Jack.

A Valentine Birthday

Birthday smiles


Birthday presents


Birthday brother, cousins, and cupcake set


Birthday blowing