Mine even has a kitty on it

Once a week, Mondays come around.
And sometimes, on those Mondays, you're robbed of your beloved Zumba night; you lose two volleyball games; your hinges refuse to recover from Saturday's hike; your shoe tries to eat your toe; you run out of Count Chocula cereal; your weekend outlook looks VERY grim; dad doesn't answer the phone when you call; and it rains.
Then something like this happens.

And you remember how everything is right in the world.

Last week, Gina and I met up for a BRIEF session of cardigan-shopping-retail-therapy. We hit Kohls (success!) and Target (where I convinced Gina to buy a coat that I REALLY loved, so I wouldn't feel obligated to buy it. As long as someone I love gets to look cute in it, I'm happy.)
We ran into these sleeper pajamas as we were already rushing out the door so I could make the 7:00 session at the temple. There was no time to do this discovery justice.

We reconvened on Monday at 5:30 p.m.--with our cameras.
Now, neither one of us is a very "hefty" girl, but we can never be described as "small of stature." That was the FIRST trial. Another was Gina's desire to not be seen even carrying the sleeper in the store. We had to load our arms with other merchandise to bring to the fitting room (which is how I ended up purchasing a blue tshirt and Gina ended up with a FLAMING pink sports bra--one that I already own.)

As we were imposing our judgment on some other interesting styles on the clothes racks, Gina gave a very convincing dry-heave in reaction to "Jeggings"--the jean-legging. Go to Target. See for yourself. Just DON'T buy them! Her dry heave concerned me that she was going to project into my hair. I may have overreacted by flailing my arms and tweaked my shoulder. The ensuing conversation went something like this, me: "OW! I just broke myself trying to keep you from puking in my hair!" Gina: "I was REALLY going to vomit. It was just for effect, you know." me: "That REALLY hurt my shoulder!" Gina: "Ugh! But would you LOOK at these pants? I mean, who would wear them?" me: "BROKEN!!!" Gina: "Look, the tag even says, 'Jeggings' like Jean-leggings" me: "Hey! I just hurt myself! Can we focus on THAT for a minute???" Gina: "How's that drama-queen thing going for you? Alright, then?" I am reminded of SO many reasons why I love this Gina and why I miss her so much as my roommate. Man, we have fun together! We DID have a drama-queen roommate competition while I lived there. I often won. But it was all in fun, I promise I'm not a terror! Am I? Gina?

Anyway, we finally got back to try on our fuzzy sleeper jammies. I think we switched fitting rooms at least 3 times before even closing and locking the door. There were rooms occupied and rooms too exposed and rooms not close enough together or too far away from the three-way mirror--all important factors to consider when embarking in an adventure such as ours.

Gina started giggling right away. She had a head start because I'd done one additional fitting room swap after one was vacated. I felt left out. And it was hard to giggle and whisper AND still be discrete. I'm SURE we succeeded. We were only across the aisle and diagonal from each other. Nobody could tell that something was going on! Especially when we both opened our doors for the grand reveal and realized there was a lady standing in the three-way. Both our doors SLAMMED shut again. Gina squatted on the floor to take a picture of my feet under the door.

We tried to get a few side-to-side pictures, but there was SO much giggling going on (and a whole lot of sweating in that fleece) that it was hard to get clear pictures without the flash. And of course, when we were huddled together in front of the 3-way, lady-trying-on-high-heels-in-the-fitting-room decided to emerge.

 You try DIVING into a fitting room wearing too-short, stretched-in-awkward-places footy p.j.'s! I dove into Gina's dressing room and hid my face in the corner until I could stop laughing.
The whole event was just FUN!

 Check out our feet!

 Traction. AND love.

I am reminded of SO many reasons why I love this Gina and why I miss her so much as my roommate. Man, we rock! Question of the day: Me--"Do we ever have to grow up?" Gina--"Obviously not!!"

I'm anxiously awaiting Gina's post on this adventure. When it comes, it'll come here.

for your Monday

The Principle of Compensation

I have retarded knees. I was born with them. I blame my ill-jointed parents and this annoying thing called heredity, that only seems to pass on the undesired traits. Who ended up with mom's athleticism or dad's work ethic? NOT ME. But, I got their knees and hips.

Desirae (my best friend growing up) has had multiple sports-related knee injuries and surgeries. It was from her experiences that I began to understand compensation when it comes to the human body. Desirae's right knee was weakened by tears to various important parts, so her left knee had to step it up a bit and ended up being the bigger pain. A few years ago, I tore my left meniscus while running down a mountain trail. (I never saw a doctor, but I SWEAR, my meniscus is torn.) So ... on all of our backpacking trips, my left knee gets the brace. I cry a bit and whine a lot, and turn my backpack over to Jeff, and I survive. Just over a week ago, while playing ultimate frisbee, I came down from a crazy jump-with-no-purpose-because-i-didn't-even-touch-the-dang-frisbee and tweaked my right knee. Now it's got the brace. Last night at Zumba, it buckled during "Mony Mony" which is the killer arm workout. Why my knee decided to get involved, I'll never know. But somehow, it's been compensating for my right one all these years. 

compensation  (ˌkɒmpɛnˈseɪʃən)
— n
1.	the act or process of making amends for something
2.	something given as reparation for loss, injury, etc; indemnity
3.	the automatic movements made by the body to maintainbalance
4.	the attempt to conceal or offset one's shortcomings by theexaggerated exhibition of qualities regarded as desirable
5.	biology  abnormal growth and increase in size in one organ inresponse to the removal or inactivation of another

Who wants to follow my train of thought? Jump on board. I don't really know where all the connections are.

I've been thinking a LOT about the principle of compensation mentioned in Elder Wirthlin's talk "Come What May and Love It."  "The Lord compensates the faithful for every loss. That which is taken away from those who love the Lord will be added unto them in His own way. While it may not come at the time we desire, the faithful will know that every tear today will eventually be returned a hundredfold with tears of rejoicing and gratitude."

I think about this because I still struggle to get over the "loss" I feel at being an only child. I thought the loneliness and isolation was bad growing up, but it seems to get worse with time. Friends all around me are so close with their families. They plan sister-weekends, or attend each others' children's football games and birthday parties. Phone chats--craft projects--talking comfortably without a filter or need to impress--Now that I'm an adult, I crave that family time more than ever. It's just something I'll never have. BUT--I've also seen some compensation for that. I spent some time on my knees last night, in tears of gratitude for some new friends who have come into my life just at the right time. I have Kimball's family and Desirae's family who claim me as one of their own. And eventually, I know that Heavenly Father will bless me with the relationships I have been craving, (even if I have to wait until the next life) if I remain faithful.

I also think of my cousin, Kim. She has been the closest thing to a sister that I've ever had and has been a huge part of "compensation" the Lord has given me in my life. Kim and I aren't even technically related (she's my mom's ex-step-cousin.) We're 14 years apart in age and it's just been a crazy series of events that have brought us close. If anyone deserves "compensation" she does. I can't wait for the day when Kim finally gets the rewards she SO deserves. She's SO faithful in the Gospel, tries her best to do what's right and has done it largely on her own. She's been dealt a rough hand, and things don't seem to be settling down for her, but she's AMAZING and can be solely accredited for raising two of the most AMAZING, well-behaved, kind and loving kids on the planet. I take GREAT comfort in knowing that the Lord is aware of our situations, of our innermost desires and the great pain we feel at our losses.

This recent conference had a lot of penetrating and comforting messages from our prophets that bring hope and peace through hard times. 

Kimball recently posted this on her facebook page:

Kimball's take:

Elder Packer’s Conference Talk, OCT ‘10

There has been a lot of controversy over Elder Packer’s talk over the past couple of days. In his talk he points out pornography and alludes to Gay Marriage/relationships as evil. Many people mention he says that Heavenly Father, being a loving Father, would never make anyone have homosexual feelings inborn into them. I did not notice this while listening to conference and have been wondering what all the “hoo-ha” is about so I decided to listen to his talk for my study today and gain my own take on it. President Packer specifically says, “Some suppose they were pre-said and cannot overcome what they feel are inborn tendencies toward the impure and unnatural. Not so. Why would our Heavenly Father do that to anyone? Remember, He is our Father. Paul promised, ‘God will not suffer you to be tempted above that which ye are able, but will with the temptation  also make a way to escape that ye may be able to bear it.’ You can if you will, break the habits and conquer the addiction and come away from that which is not worthy of a member of the church.”  From what I understand and the example he gives to back up his comment, he is NOT saying that God does not let people have inborn feelings and problems, what he IS saying is that God will not leave His children without a way to overcome temptations against God’s laws! God DOES have a law against immoral/unnatural relationships. Everyone has temptations and challenges, some come from birth, but He will NEVER make it so we cannot overcome those problems that are against His laws. Someone used handicaps as an example of how people are born with problems (as a similarity to being born with homosexual feeling). Some may rebuke me saying that handicaps usually aren’t overcome in life... but that is different than being born with certain feelings. There is nothing in a handicap that goes against God’s laws; therefore, he has not put them into a position where they cannot overcome sin. Those who may be born with homosexual feelings DO have a way out of those feelings, which ARE against God’s laws, through the infinite and eternal atonement of Jesus Christ. I full heartedly support Elder Packer’s message based on how I understand it.

My response:

I LOVE this! Our prophets are direct mouthpieces of the Lord. How then, can we "debate" the validity of statements coming from the Ultimate Source of Truth? The wicked take the truth to be hard. But it doesn't have to be so. For those who struggle to hear this--who struggle to think that their inner desires and passions and "who they are" is condemned by the Lord, it should be a comfort and source of hope to know that the Lord has promised us a way to remain righteous and to overcome our weaknesses. I love the line said by President Packer "you can if you will." I have a testimony of that concept in my own life. When we don't feel capable of following the Lord's commandments, He will bless us with the capability IF we truly desire it. It may seem "unfair" that those who experience these weaknesses are denied natural affections and are told that how they feel is wrong, but we can all take comfort in the Principle of Compensation as stated by Elder Wirthlin, "understand the principle of compensation. The Lord compensates the faithful for every loss. That which is taken away from those who love the Lord will be added unto them in His own way. While it may not come at the time we desire, the faithful will know that every tear today will eventually be returned a hundredfold with tears of rejoicing and gratitude."

41 miles documented

On Saturday, I went for a bike ride. I waited until the morning session of Conference was over, then I put on my ultra-neon yellow shirt, loaded my bike on my truck and drove to Sugar City. I parked Captain in the parking lot of the Stake Center, set my MP3 player to 100.5 (KBYUI--or something like that) in time to catch the beginning of the Saturday afternoon session.

Here's my ride. Documented.

Miles #1-3--spent riding from one end of Sugar City to the other and back ... not sure yet where the days' ride was going to take me.

Mile #4--headed out of Sugar City and onto Salem Highway--towards the sand dunes. Same as last week. I just love that ride!

Mile #7-- Sustaining of Church officers. I'm sure a few cars passed while I pedaled along, my right arm raised to the square. They had no idea what I was doing (is that the signal for a sideways u-turn?) but I did. It was important to me, that even though no one could see me to know whether or not I physically sustained my prophet and priesthood leaders, I knew that I did. When President Eyring said, "President Monson, as far as I've been able to observe, the voting in the Conference Center has been unanymous. Thank you, Brothers and Sisters for your sustaining vote, your faith, devotion and prayers." I burst into tears.

Mile #9-- Where I made the wrong turn last time. I remembered and made the RIGHT turn this time.

Mile #11-- Passed the Warm Slough sign that Taeko and I used to ponder over. How in the world do you pronounce that word? Sloff? Slew? Slug? I always voted for slug.

Mile #12--- Did anyone else notice a theme of simply: "follow the prophets"? I'd just gone to the temple the night before. It's been on the brain. Who doesn't want to be shown the ways of life and salvation?

Mile #13--I listened to Elder Duncan's talk while cooling off here:

Mile #15--Elder Anderson reminds me to approach challenges with faith will bring deeper conversion. These same experiences, when approached in a worldly way will cause us to lose our faith and "walk no more with Him."  "In our weakened moments, the adversary seeks to steal our spiritual promises."

Mile #16.5-ish. Found the turn-off to Egin Lake. I saw the speed limit sign and felt a little rebellious.

 Mile #16.87--Going 3.5 miles over the speed limit. On a bike.

 Mile #17. I cooled off again here:

 See?

Mile #20--Session #2 of conference concludes with Elder Scott's message about Faith in the Lord Jesus Christ and the power of faith to transform our lives. Faith and character are intimately related. Faith through trials brings strength of character. I LOVED the message: "faith is ... patience and understanding when God lets you struggle to grow and when answers come a piece at a time over an EXTENDED period."

Mile #22--came up with a new game. "Name that Smell." I'm not very good at it. I guess my sniffer needs to be more accute in order to figure that out.

Mile #23--stopped in Parker for applesauce with Grandma, Grandpa and Uncle David (not pictured.) The sprinklers weren't on in the cemetery this time, so there wasn't much cooling off.

 Lucky for Grandma, Grandpa and David, "Chocolatte" came on my headphones. Since it's one of the FEW Zumba songs I know from start to finish (it's not hard), they got a demonstration. I CAN'T hear that song and not "choco choco clap clap!" along with it! I looked around me. I don't think anyone else saw.

Mile #26--Another Zumba song came on my MP3 player. This is dangerous stuff. You try to "Light it up like it's dy-no-mite" while cruising down a hill! I nearly crashed, but had a good save.

Mile #27--got chased by a dog. A BIG dog.

Mile #28--Passed the house I want to live in.

and considered chunky dunking with the cows. It was a very brief consideration.

Mile #29 thinking of Tami drinking her Pepsi and eating movie theater popcorn right now.

Mile #29.32--name that roadkill

Mile #30.12--P-P-P-Poker face. (only Lisa and Shalene will get this. The rest of you will think I'm a retard--with good reason.

Mile #30.56--Stopped playing "name that smell" when I realized the smell was me.

Mile #30.92--SO many vehicles passing me with 4 wheelers. I miss it.

Mile #31--Does Lacey really clean this road?

Mile #31.5--Foreboading. don't tell me this hill doesn't look steep to you. Trust me. It's plenty steep. Dang overpass.

Mile #32--I made it to the top of the overpass. I didn't have the energy to stop and spit on a car. It'd probably end up all over my face, anyway.

Mile #32.5--I battled the temptation to leave my mark on this new sidewalk.

Mile #33.2--Rexburg needs some new billboards.

Mile #33.8--Fall colors I couldn't ignore.

Mile #34.1--Attack of the grasshoppers.

Mile #34.3--Look ma! No hands!

Wondering what mile #34 looks like? Like this.

Mile #35--Sugar City has this nice bike path so I don't get hit by cars. The hard part is that it's got a few of these little green obstacles. They're pretty hard to avoid when you're riding without hands while taking a picture.

Mile #35.89--Hello, Sugar City! I'm back.

Mile #36. Crap. Why did I park at the Stake Center? I made it back just in time to see all the men of Sugar City walking to Priesthood Session. I wasn't about to ride into the middle of that, wearing my stretchy, padded biking shorts and drenched in sweat!

Mile #36.5--Guess I'm in for another few miles. I've got some time to kill while everyone gets in their seats. I passed this gas station about 13 times.

Mile #36.8--I cruised SLOWLY down ALL the streets of Sugar City.

See? Slowly.

Mile #37--met some new friends. Apparently Amy saw me from Tami's house at some point, but said nothing. Thanks a lot.

Mile #38.2 See them all walking to Priesthood Session? Good.

Mile #39.24--Passing the same houses over and over again. I'm starting to creep out some members of the neighborhood watch.

Mile #40.7--I'm done cruising. They'd better all be in their seats, cuz the session started 10 minutes ago.

Mile #40.93--all wrapped up and ready to go home.

How long has HE been there? (there was NO flattering angle to take this picture. I tried several, then gave up, afraid he'd jump off and get lost somewhere in my truck.)

I stopped in Rigby for ice cream on my way home. I called Amy to join me, but she was still partying at Tami's house. It's probably better she didn't see me. I'll look and smell better next time.