Walkie Talkie

Recently I attempted to explain to Gabe and Ian how our Heavenly Father speaks to us. I tried to explain that he communicates through the Holy Ghost, and that the Holy Ghost speaks to our spirit which lives inside of our body and when he is telling us something is good we feel really good inside, warm and cozy...yeah it was a pretty deep topic for bedtime. You know, they listened very intently and they were satisfied with the idea of it.

Today Gabe and Simon both had appointments with the Pediatrician, my brother John babysat Ian for me because the appt. was during his afternoon nap. While giving John babysitting instructions earlier, I explained to John that Ian liked a pre-nap story, but he could make it up so it didn't have to be long. On the way to the Doctor, Gabe said to me, "Mom, I am going to ask Jesus what Ian is doing right not"
I said OK and stifled a laugh,(c'mon it was out of the blue and a little weird) then Gabe proceeded to say a prayer in which he asked what Ian was doing right now. After a few moments Gabe said, "Mom, John is reading a book to Ian before his nap". So, a bit curious I asked how Gabe knew that. Gabe said that the Holy Ghost told him, not in his heart, but had said it to him. In a scratchy voice, like a growl.

Later, when we got back home, John told me that he had read Ian a book before his nap, which was pretty much right after we had left for the Doctor. Instead of telling Ian a story they had read a book, which apparently Gabe knew through his communication with Heavenly Father. Simple as that.

Here I am, thinking as a a parent I am supposed to teach my children what I know to be true. I think that I have had it all backwards, they are here to teach me.
I need to listen.

Stop calling me!

Most days I get at least 3 to 4 phone calls from various credit card consolidation companies or some other company that wants to help me refinance my mortgage. I usually say "I'm not interested" and hang up, sometimes I just hang up. Yesterday, on a whim, I decided to put that little mortgage lender to work and find out what exactly they can do for us.

Bur first, a little background: Nick and I bought our town home in the spring of 2007, literally months before the real-estate bubble in Utah burst. As a result, we have lost a considerable amount of equity in our property, I know it bites. Anyhoo, refinancing to get a better interest rate is very appealing to us, but we realistically knew that we would never be able to do so. Why didn't that memo get sent along with our information to all these dumb companies!

Back to the story: I sat on the phone with a woman who insisted that the federal bailout was meant to help people like me. She took some info and pushed her search button and then after a brief pause said...it looks like we cannot help you because your mortgage is through your credit union (yeah the stable one that is not in trouble right now) instead of Fanny Mae or Freddie Mac. ARRGH! So basically what she was saying was that since we are somewhat responsible consumers and decided to go with our conservative credit union for our mortgage, we would be cut exactly NO slack. Figures. Crappy recession, I hate you!

Randomly, I love this little clip.

The truth hurts, but can be really funny too!

Gotcha!

Eventually I plan on posting LOTS of pictures from our awesome trip to Phoenix. But as you fellow bloggers know, that involves lots of resizing of pictures, loading them, arranging them and so on. So, until I get at least 30 minutes of uninterrupted me-time (yes, when Hell freezes over) here is some fun random stuff to watch.

The first one is the final result of the day's filming. The second film was a brave attempt that did not quite work, you will see what I mean. By the way, these were filmed in the beginning of March.