Monday, July 21, 2014

crawdad's and ribs




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Micah and Kasey through together a Louisiana style crawfish boi with all the fixins. They also made a huge slab of pork ribs off Micah's homemade smoker.   I was pleasantly surprised that all 4 of my kids got right in there and were crackin the tails and suckin out the meat.  They were delish and it was such a fun way to celebrate Micah selling the house and moving on to the next adventure.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

As Long as you Both Shall Live

Personal Essay
As Long As You Both Shall Live
            We all believe the plan we make for our lives is the best plan.  No one thinks when they move to Provo, Utah, for college, they will end up marrying their non-member, high school sweetheart.  But that’s my story.  It isn’t your average fairytale.  There is no princess and no fairy god-mother.  There is only a girl, a boy, and a sacrament talk.  A love story for the ages.  My story became our story.  It begins simply enough, with a cheerleader, and basketball player, set in an average high school, in an average mid-western town. 
            That cheerleader had no idea the course of her life would change on that cold, March day in 1994.  A boy approached her in the hall between classes and told her “one of his friends thought she was cute” and wanted to know if he could call her sometime.  That boy’s name was Ben, and the girl’s name, Tessie.  He was tall, handsome and confident.  She was funny, insecure, and all too aware that her southern drawl was very out of place in western Iowa.  The boy and girl began courting and after a few weeks became “exclusive”.  She was the ripe old age of 15, and he was well aware that she couldn’t date yet.  He would drive her home from cheerleading practice, and they would do homework together.  They would bake cookies and go to her church dances.  They would talk for hours on the phone. Puppy love, if you will.  After Ben left one of their non-dates, Tessie’s mom told her she was going to marry that boy.  But at 15, Tessie wasn’t ready to settle down quite yet.  Her oats hadn’t been sewn.   She craved adventure and drama.  She broke that handsome boy’s heart, without a second thought. 
            But as most high school couples do, the break up wasn’t permanent.  They would get back together and break up a few more times over the course of a year.  Then Ben graduated, and that was that.  Tessie moved on and was busy doing all the things girls do during their senior year of high school, getting into all kinds of trouble and making all kinds of bad choices.  Ben found out about these bad choices, and out of genuine concern for her well-being, told her parents what he knew.  Tessie was furious and swore she would never forgive him.  Her self-righteous indignation would never allow her to be friends with him again. 
            Years went by, and Tessie continued down the wrong road.  And then one day, she just, stopped.  She felt embarrassed at who she had become.  She didn’t like the person she saw in the mirror.  She knew she was on the precipice of destruction and with a broken heart she looked to the only place she had ever found happiness, the Gospel of Jesus Christ.  She found peace and joy beyond anything she had felt in years. She made a drastic decision; she withdrew from college, moved home, got two jobs, and saved every penny in order to move to Utah and start over.  With God’s help, she was able to walk away from the people, places, and habits that nearly destroyed her. 
            Life in Utah was everything she hoped it to be and more.  She loved her new college, she made great friends, she dated, and she made peace with the ghosts of her past.  After a year in this new life, a talk in sacrament meeting stopped her in her tracks.  The talk was on repentance.  One thing stood out to her; she needed to seek forgiveness from those she had hurt while making her bad choices.  Ben, she needed to apologize to Ben.  The high school sweetheart who cared so deeply he risked it all to protect her from herself.  She needed to find Ben.  But how?  She knew he had gone to a state college in Iowa.  She found him easily enough and got his email address.  In an email, she apologized for her immature behavior and sought his forgiveness. 
            He gave her that forgiveness easily.  They emailed back and forth, and racked up huge long distance bills.  They reconnected over Christmas and fell in love.  She knew he was planning to propose, but it was not in her plans to marry outside of the temple.  She prayed and prayed and when God told her, “Yes, marry him!” she was furious.  This was not the answer she was expecting.  Was God telling her not to marry in the temple?   No one moves to Provo, Utah, dates legions of returned missionaries, only to marry a non-member and move back to Iowa.  Surely God was mistaken.  Perhaps, she had misunderstood.  She prayed and again the answer was yes.  Could this really be God’s plan for her? 
            Yes, it was God’s plan for her.  The goal of her new life was to marry in the temple, for time and all eternity and as she learned, it was God’s plan for her all along.  Lucky for her the path to eternal life does not only go through BYU, and not all happy endings begin in the temple.  Her path became clear.  Marry Ben, live the gospel, have a family and let him find the truth on his own. She was promised in her patriarchal blessing she would be “sealed in the temple to a man who would give her the honor, respect and love she desired.”  God always delivers on His promises.   It certainly wasn’t the path she thought she’d take, but it was the right path for her.  Five years ago this week, Ben and Tessie knelt across the alter of the Las Vegas Temple, where they traded in “as long as you both shall live” for “time and all eternity”.   



Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Ellorie

"Mommy, my leg is twinkling!"

I think her leg was asleep.

immigration issue

http://www.lightomega.org/worldwatch/StatueofLiberty.html

As the immigration issue rages on, my mind keeps recalling the plaque on the Statue of Liberty- "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breath free" and I think of history class.  All those people who just showed up by the boatload at Ellis Island with a hope and dream.  They filled out paperwork and walked in America pledging to work.  Why is this so different?  Why can't we set up offices, not a fence, have them sign in and tell them to get to work.

If we "conservative" Americans want so badly to get back to a time when America meant something more, then we have to embrace ALL the things that made us the Promised Land, not just pick and choose which parts we believe contributed to it.  


They want to come here because there is no where on the whole Earth that can promise what America does, we are that great. 

Monday, July 14, 2014

hair wraps

Yep, I mastered it.  I've done all the girls in the whole neighborhood.

reward



I told her she couldn't go to preschool until she was potty trained.  So I told her when she goes 1 whole day with no accidents, we would go get her backpack for preschool.  I had no idea she would do it on day two.  This is her backpack of choice.

potty trained

We started on Friday and she had all accidents all day.  I went into Saturday with LOW standards, but it just clicked and after only 1 accident, she figured it out- Its the end of an era.  The next Conkey kid in diapers will be my grandbabies.


Tuesday, July 8, 2014

the jig is up

We finally got the kids to bed at 10.  We watched the news.  We then did what married people do in bed after the news.

Afterwards, I went to check Ellorie's blood sugar before I finally settled in to bed.  I do this to determine if I need to get up and check her during the night.

As I'm in checking her, Savannah marches in with her hands on her hips.  I'm BUSTED.  I know that she knows.

Savannah- "WHAT were you doing in there???"
mom- whispering since Ell is sleeping-"Do you really want me to tell you, cause once I tell you I can't untell you."
Savannah- "WERE YOU HAVING SEX IN THERE?"  Sounding like a mother who was yelling at her 16 year old daughter.  Voice filled with disgust and righteous indignation. Nearly spitting the words out.
Mom- "Yes.", hanging my head in shame like I'd just been caught sneaking a boy out my window.
Savannah- "Well, that's disgusting."  Stomps back to her room.

As I crawl back into bed with my tail between my legs (pun intended!) I tell Ben no more you know what unless Savannah is for sure asleep.  We can't afford all the therapy she is going to need after tonight.