Kalua Pig with BBQ Sauce & Pineapple Pizza
'Twas yummy.
Friday, March 11, 2011
I Took a Bone Carving Class in Ireland
And this is what I made
Its a pendant made from beef bone.It took me 6 hours to make.
I love it.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Living for the Weekend
Tomorrow is a furlough day for school but Michelle has services tomorrow (which means she and her Skills Trainer will have a day at the mall and in the community). Hannah is supposed to have services tomorrow although we are currently trying to work that out with her teacher. Gabe is off too and I think he's headed to the beach.
Tomorrow night is pizza night and Gabe just informed me that he's inviting his homies over again - so I guess its 2 larges and a small. For Gabe its boring pepperoni. Boring cheese for the girls and, as promised I believe I'll try kalua pig and cabbage pizza - I think I should cook the cabbage first.
Michelle has horseback riding on Saturday then we have an Eagle Scout Court of Honor that night. I am making shoyu chicken and a ham. The Court of Honor is for Kalai and Sean Hanohano and Blaze Featheran. These boys' parents are good friends of ours.
Susan bought a car - a 1991 Toyota Camry - really good deal - only 53,000 miles and excellent shape!
So now we have SHRED back - albeit with way more mileage than when she originally took it...anyways I know Gabe has been waiting for SHRED to return - he thinks he'll get to drive it whenever he wants...yea right.
My back's acting up a bit and now my right knee is hurting (arthritis I think) but still...
Life is good here in Haiku Village.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
TGIF
So our new tradition has been Friday is Homemade Pizza Night. Not only homemade pizza but also root beer and ice cream. So it really should be called Night of Forbidden Foods - that is, dairy, carbs and sugar.
But we love it.
Gabe had some of his homies over so I made them a regular pepperoni pizza (boring...) I also made them BBQ chicken drumsticks.
But for Gene and I it was fresh spinach, roma tomatoes, mushrooms and...wait for it... pineapple.
It was yummy.
The rootbeer was AW so good. And the ice cream - Dreyer's Double Fudge Brownie - but only a half a scoop.
It's a good thing this kind of indulgence only happens once a week.
Up next Friday - I'm thinking either kalua pig and cabbage pizza (since pork is on our forbidden foods list!) or eggplant parmesean pizza...can't wait to see which one I decide to make.
But we love it.
Gabe had some of his homies over so I made them a regular pepperoni pizza (boring...) I also made them BBQ chicken drumsticks.
I made a plain cheese for the girls (again, boring).
But for Gene and I it was fresh spinach, roma tomatoes, mushrooms and...wait for it... pineapple.
It was yummy.The rootbeer was AW so good. And the ice cream - Dreyer's Double Fudge Brownie - but only a half a scoop.
It's a good thing this kind of indulgence only happens once a week.
Up next Friday - I'm thinking either kalua pig and cabbage pizza (since pork is on our forbidden foods list!) or eggplant parmesean pizza...can't wait to see which one I decide to make.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Family
I have a cousin on the Mossman side whom I have never met. His name is Kale Clay. His mother's name is Nancy Clay. She lives in Arizona. I met Kale's Grandma, Grand Aunt, Aunt and cousins, at our Mossman Family Reunion this past November.
I will meet Nancy in person in May when I go to Phoenix for an FASD meeting. I am sooo looking forward to that.
I will meet Nancy again, along with her husband Mark, and two of their daughters in October because they will be traveling to Scotland with us on our Mossman Ohana Trip. I am sooooo looking forward to that too.
I missed my chance of meeting cousin Kale here on earth. Kale died a little over a year ago. I have gotten to know him a little through online memorials written by his family and friends. He is an awesome person. I am sooooooo looking forward to meeting him in the next life.
Now Nancy needs our help - or rather each of us needs the blessing of being able to help Nancy. Here's her story in her own words. Please help if you can. This is my family.
After his Iraq deployment he settled into life at Ft. Carson. He would be moving on to a new duty station the following spring at Ft. Drum, with Afghanistan deployment in the summer. I had worried so much over his last deployment as only those who send loved ones off to a warzone know. In my mind, he was a "boy scout camp". That is where I pictured him and believed him to be safe. Seeing him fully decked out in his protective gear always seemed to shock my brain to reality that he was not "safe". Each day you prayed, held your breath, and hoped you would never get "the knock".
Most of us had talked to him either day before or a few days before, I remember we talked about the college classes he was signing up for, and working towards making his Sergeant rank. He told me about his cool new tatt he got with his Battle Buddy, Mike, since they had both served on a security team. Kale became Uncle to his kids. They loved the mischief Kale would bring to the house. That morning when I woke up, Sat. Feb. 13th, he was on my mind. I called him, and his phone just rang and rang. I left a message for him to call me back. That evening, a rare quiet date with my hubby, just us and the remote. Kids all out at a dance, friends, dates, etc. Two of our gang, were both living out of state. About 9pm, we get "the Knock". It seemed unusual, we were not expecting anyone. I heard Mark talking, then saw them enter.
It seemed like slow motion, and took me only a second to recognize them, instantly knowing, Kale was dead. The one closest to me, not sure how to break the news, nervously asked me "how I was doing?" I looked him straight in his eyes, my voice shaking and said, "I don't know, you tell me how I'm doing." Not wanting to hear what was coming next.
"We regret to inform you that your son, Kale Daren Clay has been killed."
My head started crying out, "NO, NO, not Kale!, Not my son, Not my baby!" I pretty much lost it at that point, crying so hard. We held each other for a time, trying to absorb it. It seemed so unreal, you just kept thinking it or saying it as if it somehow would feel more real the more you heard it. We next knew we had to tell our children. We were about to inflict the cruelest pain on our children, their hearts were about to break and we could not fix this. We started calling them home, "get home right now." The tones, and words already alerting them something major was happening.
We called our daughter in Washington, hospitalized the past year for trying to jump off a bridge in Seattle. I was about to devastate her and I could not be there to make sure she could handle this. To not have anyone there to hold her or know she could get through this. The screams in the phone tore through our hearts.
Jordan came in just as dad was telling Kassy in Virginia. The party she was at with friends and family there, all told me later how her screams and cries just cut them all to the heart. Jordan hearing the news that his beloved brother and best friend, was dead fell to the floor, doubled up in pain.
The girls came next, Megan, Jessica and Becca, all hearing the crying and the news fell, crying, screaming, so unbelievable.
Brian was the last to arrive, he met the kids in the front yard and hearing the news started swinging, trying to fight us from delivering him this cruel blow.
We all held each other, cried, friends gathered, all of us numb and in shock. We learned that he was killed in a head on collision early that morning. Another passenger, Pawel Serafin died with him. The driver was a friend of Kale's, and he received injuries to his legs and some internal damage. They served together in Iraq. The truck they hit, was a 350 utility truck. He was injured in the crash. Kale's injuries we later learned, were two instant death injuries, one upon impact, the second as Pawel, who was not seat belted, flew forward, smashing into the windshield.
I was told that Kale had tried to call a taxi that night, he had tried to call a friend who did not pick up the call. He had plans to meet up with a girl he was seeing but they missed each other. So many things that would have given us a different outcome. Jordan Peters later told me that he held up the Designated Driver business card that all soldiers are required to have on them at all times, he gave a safety briefing to his unit with it. If only he had just called them. If only a police officer was at the bottom of the hill just past base.
There have been so many hard things we have experienced this past year, burying him, his birthday 17 days later, the two weddings his sisters had that he missed or his first neice being born. Going through trial, seeing those photos I tried so hard to not see that will haunt me to the end of my days. The greatest tragedy was that his death was preventable. The choices made to have "fun" have a lifetime of devastating pain. I carry that till the day I die.
Seeing how it has torn up the hearts of my family. Jordan Peters was sentenced to 10 years, and a bad conduct discharge. His career is over. He carries the pain of this as well to the day he dies. There are no winners here.
This is why I became involved with MADD. It took a personal experience to open my eyes to this huge problem.
If I can spare one other mother, the pain my heart carries, one other family from being destroyed over the loss of a loved one than the work I do and Kale and Pawel's death will have meaning. MADD was there from day one, and has continued to assist our family during those very dark hours. The services they provide make coping possible. It is free to victims and survivors but is not free to make possible. It takes events like the Walk Like Madd, their biggest campaign, to fund the many programs of education, assisting with court/trial for victims, working with lawmakers etc.
My son loved being a soldier and was so proud to serve his country. Won't you help me give back? Any amount adds up. I set a goal to raise of $2328.00 the ages of Kale and Pawel. I am half way there, and need help. It is not an easy thing for me to do, I am one who takes pride in serving others and am not good at accepting help. It is my driving force to do this for them.
I have chosen to walk in Kale's boots he wore in Iraq. They are big, and will probably really hurt, but I walk for him. He did so much for so many others, never caring about his own discomfort. I hope you will take a minute right now, and find someway to help.
One, pass on our story to all your contacts, the more ears that hear his message the better.
Two, sign up to help our team, on the walklikemadd.org, we are listed in Phoenix, and look for Team Clay/Serafin. You can join us if you are close, Sat. April 2, Westgate Center, Glendale AZ, or sign up as a "Virtual Walker". You don't even have to walk.
Or just send a donation! Really, every dollar helps. Ask people for donations or to sponsor you!
Next, never drive if you drink, don't let someone you know drive if they have. Never be a passenger of an impaired driver. Wear your seatbelt!
From his birthday March 3 to the walk April 2, I am going to find daily hard things, in his honor, so join me in that too. I struggle with getting up early, exercising more, eating better... always putting change off. Not this time, I promised him the day I buried him, I will do hard things, because he showed me how.
I pray together, we can save lives!
I will meet Nancy in person in May when I go to Phoenix for an FASD meeting. I am sooo looking forward to that.
I will meet Nancy again, along with her husband Mark, and two of their daughters in October because they will be traveling to Scotland with us on our Mossman Ohana Trip. I am sooooo looking forward to that too.
I missed my chance of meeting cousin Kale here on earth. Kale died a little over a year ago. I have gotten to know him a little through online memorials written by his family and friends. He is an awesome person. I am sooooooo looking forward to meeting him in the next life.
Now Nancy needs our help - or rather each of us needs the blessing of being able to help Nancy. Here's her story in her own words. Please help if you can. This is my family.
My 23 year old son, Kale Daren Clay is the 2nd son, 3rd oldest in a family of 8. Think Brady Bunch on Steroids! A crazy, happy, loud bunch of us. We were part gypsy, moving often. I tell people, "Witness Protection". Far more interesting than the truth behind our many moves. As a result, the kids were each others best friends, learning that many things come and go in life, but your family is your rock. Kale's had friends wherever he went. From Boise, Washington, Arizona, Colorado, even in Iraq.
Joining the Army became his primary focus after a few years of drifting after high school, dead end jobs, etc. His weight piled on, something far too easy for the Brown line he comes from. We eat our feelings! He had to lose 100 pounds to join, and it took him just under a year to do it. He was focused and driven, wanting to be part of something he could feel proud of. He was so proud wearing his uniform. He had such a smile, that just melted your heart. You could not stay mad at him long. A practical joker, and seeker of fun; full of pranks and mischief. He made friends of senior command leaders, who would seek him out, just because it felt good to be around him. He made the unit's deployment bearable, said many of his battle buddies. Mike, his battle bud, told us the story of how Mike was called home due to a surgery his wife would be having. Kale carried Mike's gear, all 80lbs, in addition to his own, during the heat of summer in Iraq. Never complained, only asked how his wife was whenever they spoke.
Joining the Army became his primary focus after a few years of drifting after high school, dead end jobs, etc. His weight piled on, something far too easy for the Brown line he comes from. We eat our feelings! He had to lose 100 pounds to join, and it took him just under a year to do it. He was focused and driven, wanting to be part of something he could feel proud of. He was so proud wearing his uniform. He had such a smile, that just melted your heart. You could not stay mad at him long. A practical joker, and seeker of fun; full of pranks and mischief. He made friends of senior command leaders, who would seek him out, just because it felt good to be around him. He made the unit's deployment bearable, said many of his battle buddies. Mike, his battle bud, told us the story of how Mike was called home due to a surgery his wife would be having. Kale carried Mike's gear, all 80lbs, in addition to his own, during the heat of summer in Iraq. Never complained, only asked how his wife was whenever they spoke.
After his Iraq deployment he settled into life at Ft. Carson. He would be moving on to a new duty station the following spring at Ft. Drum, with Afghanistan deployment in the summer. I had worried so much over his last deployment as only those who send loved ones off to a warzone know. In my mind, he was a "boy scout camp". That is where I pictured him and believed him to be safe. Seeing him fully decked out in his protective gear always seemed to shock my brain to reality that he was not "safe". Each day you prayed, held your breath, and hoped you would never get "the knock".
Most of us had talked to him either day before or a few days before, I remember we talked about the college classes he was signing up for, and working towards making his Sergeant rank. He told me about his cool new tatt he got with his Battle Buddy, Mike, since they had both served on a security team. Kale became Uncle to his kids. They loved the mischief Kale would bring to the house. That morning when I woke up, Sat. Feb. 13th, he was on my mind. I called him, and his phone just rang and rang. I left a message for him to call me back. That evening, a rare quiet date with my hubby, just us and the remote. Kids all out at a dance, friends, dates, etc. Two of our gang, were both living out of state. About 9pm, we get "the Knock". It seemed unusual, we were not expecting anyone. I heard Mark talking, then saw them enter.
It seemed like slow motion, and took me only a second to recognize them, instantly knowing, Kale was dead. The one closest to me, not sure how to break the news, nervously asked me "how I was doing?" I looked him straight in his eyes, my voice shaking and said, "I don't know, you tell me how I'm doing." Not wanting to hear what was coming next.
"We regret to inform you that your son, Kale Daren Clay has been killed."
My head started crying out, "NO, NO, not Kale!, Not my son, Not my baby!" I pretty much lost it at that point, crying so hard. We held each other for a time, trying to absorb it. It seemed so unreal, you just kept thinking it or saying it as if it somehow would feel more real the more you heard it. We next knew we had to tell our children. We were about to inflict the cruelest pain on our children, their hearts were about to break and we could not fix this. We started calling them home, "get home right now." The tones, and words already alerting them something major was happening.
We called our daughter in Washington, hospitalized the past year for trying to jump off a bridge in Seattle. I was about to devastate her and I could not be there to make sure she could handle this. To not have anyone there to hold her or know she could get through this. The screams in the phone tore through our hearts.
Jordan came in just as dad was telling Kassy in Virginia. The party she was at with friends and family there, all told me later how her screams and cries just cut them all to the heart. Jordan hearing the news that his beloved brother and best friend, was dead fell to the floor, doubled up in pain.
The girls came next, Megan, Jessica and Becca, all hearing the crying and the news fell, crying, screaming, so unbelievable.
Brian was the last to arrive, he met the kids in the front yard and hearing the news started swinging, trying to fight us from delivering him this cruel blow.
We all held each other, cried, friends gathered, all of us numb and in shock. We learned that he was killed in a head on collision early that morning. Another passenger, Pawel Serafin died with him. The driver was a friend of Kale's, and he received injuries to his legs and some internal damage. They served together in Iraq. The truck they hit, was a 350 utility truck. He was injured in the crash. Kale's injuries we later learned, were two instant death injuries, one upon impact, the second as Pawel, who was not seat belted, flew forward, smashing into the windshield.
I was told that Kale had tried to call a taxi that night, he had tried to call a friend who did not pick up the call. He had plans to meet up with a girl he was seeing but they missed each other. So many things that would have given us a different outcome. Jordan Peters later told me that he held up the Designated Driver business card that all soldiers are required to have on them at all times, he gave a safety briefing to his unit with it. If only he had just called them. If only a police officer was at the bottom of the hill just past base.
There have been so many hard things we have experienced this past year, burying him, his birthday 17 days later, the two weddings his sisters had that he missed or his first neice being born. Going through trial, seeing those photos I tried so hard to not see that will haunt me to the end of my days. The greatest tragedy was that his death was preventable. The choices made to have "fun" have a lifetime of devastating pain. I carry that till the day I die.
Seeing how it has torn up the hearts of my family. Jordan Peters was sentenced to 10 years, and a bad conduct discharge. His career is over. He carries the pain of this as well to the day he dies. There are no winners here.
This is why I became involved with MADD. It took a personal experience to open my eyes to this huge problem.
If I can spare one other mother, the pain my heart carries, one other family from being destroyed over the loss of a loved one than the work I do and Kale and Pawel's death will have meaning. MADD was there from day one, and has continued to assist our family during those very dark hours. The services they provide make coping possible. It is free to victims and survivors but is not free to make possible. It takes events like the Walk Like Madd, their biggest campaign, to fund the many programs of education, assisting with court/trial for victims, working with lawmakers etc.
My son loved being a soldier and was so proud to serve his country. Won't you help me give back? Any amount adds up. I set a goal to raise of $2328.00 the ages of Kale and Pawel. I am half way there, and need help. It is not an easy thing for me to do, I am one who takes pride in serving others and am not good at accepting help. It is my driving force to do this for them.
I have chosen to walk in Kale's boots he wore in Iraq. They are big, and will probably really hurt, but I walk for him. He did so much for so many others, never caring about his own discomfort. I hope you will take a minute right now, and find someway to help.
One, pass on our story to all your contacts, the more ears that hear his message the better.
Two, sign up to help our team, on the walklikemadd.org, we are listed in Phoenix, and look for Team Clay/Serafin. You can join us if you are close, Sat. April 2, Westgate Center, Glendale AZ, or sign up as a "Virtual Walker". You don't even have to walk.
Or just send a donation! Really, every dollar helps. Ask people for donations or to sponsor you!
Next, never drive if you drink, don't let someone you know drive if they have. Never be a passenger of an impaired driver. Wear your seatbelt!
From his birthday March 3 to the walk April 2, I am going to find daily hard things, in his honor, so join me in that too. I struggle with getting up early, exercising more, eating better... always putting change off. Not this time, I promised him the day I buried him, I will do hard things, because he showed me how.
I pray together, we can save lives!
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Two Boys Turning 17 Today
The Biebs
and
The Babe
The Babe
I like the one with the fake glasses more.
Happy Birthday Gabe the Babe.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Fifteen Years Ago Today
My mother became my guardian angel.
"Those we love don't go away,
They walk beside us every day,
Unseen, unheard, but always near,
Still loved, still missed and very dear."
"Those we love don't go away,
They walk beside us every day,
Unseen, unheard, but always near,
Still loved, still missed and very dear."
In the beginning, when I'd think of her I'd cry.
Now I smile.
"You can shed tears that she is gone
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back
or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her and only that she's gone
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
or you can do what she'd want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on."
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Up Next
Brigadoon
March 25 - April 10
Castle Performing Arts Center
Starring Gabe Wright and Nicole Enos
Our Irish Friends
We made wonderful friends with Catheroina and John Lambert and their daughter Kerry.
Catheroina cooked for us, John made us laugh & Kerry entertained us.
We love them.
The Birds
My anniversary gift to Gene - falconry
We spent 5 hours on an Irish country hillside flying hawks, falcons and owls.
A spectacular, once in a lifetime experiences.
St. Paddy's Day...a Month Early & in Ireland
I swear we didn't have a drop!
(serious blackmail picture)
Friday, February 25, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
28 and counting
That's how many hours before we fly off tomorrow evening for Ireland. Only got a million things left to do - but they are all manageable.
Can't forget to -
- Leave Valentine treats for the kids
- Finish my work for engineer's group
- Get Valentines for the girls to give to classmates
- Register for my D.C. meeting in March
- Make Hannah's appt with neurologist for when we get back
- Clean the fridge
- Vacuum the van
- Mail Jacob's Valentine present
- Cut my hair!!!
At least I'm packed...
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Found!
A talking photo frame - of Jacob - about age 9 years old - saying "Happy Mother's Day Mom! I hope you have fun in Buffalo! I love you!"
I was thrilled to find it. I had forgotten all about it.
And I can't remember why I was in Buffalo 11 years ago!
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Cleaning Closet
Its scary...like Hoarders Buried Alive. Items found:
To Be Trashed
Black heels circa 1990 - cracked vinyl
Dick Tracy T-shirt
Susan's shoes from when she was maybe 3
17 purses!!! including one from 1985 when we moved here!
Lots of broken hangers
A white linen skirt - what was I thinking????
Old computer cords
2 backpacks
Lauhala bags that are pretty much eaten away.
Keepers!
A quilt I made for Jacob when he was 2
A red muumuu I thought I'd chucked
My favorite Peter Max shirt from 1978!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (And cause I've lost some weight, it fits!!!)
Some cool reef walkers
3 wooden hangers - the antique kind that the dry cleaner used to give - I know they are valuable cause they have Territory of Hawaii printed on them - so that's pre-1959!!!!!!!!!!!!
No money yet, but I'm not done cleaning!
So far - 5 garbage bags for the dump.
Hoarder!!!!!!!!!!
Friday, February 4, 2011
What's On Her Mind
Michelle woke up yesterday morning and said, "Mom I have a picture of Hunter in my mind."
I said, "oh you're thinking about Hunter?" Hunter is a girl from church.
Michelle said, "No I just have a picture of her in my mind."
I was telling Gene about this last night and he asked her, "Do you still have a picture of Hunter in your mind?"
Michelle, closed her eyes for a moment then opened them, smiled widely and said, "Yup I still have her picture in my mind!"
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Wednesday Nights
Gene works at the temple Wednesday nights so its quiet around here (not that he makes a lot of noise).
I cook whatever - or not at all - on Wednesday nights.
Gabe doesn't have rehearsals on Wednesday nights.
The two girls read or play quietly on Wednesday nights.
I like Wednesday nights.
Who's In Charge?
I asked Michelle to get me a cup of ice water.
She did and when she gave it to me she said, "Can you get your own next time?"
I replied, "No".
She said, "Are your legs broken?"
I said, "No".
She said, "Well why can't you get it yourself?"
I replied, "Because I'm the mother and you're the kid. You have to do what I say"
She said, "But I'm not the mother!"
I said, "Right that's why you gotta do what I say - like get me water!"
She looks at my water and says, "Can I have a sip?"
I said, "No. Go get your own!"
She walks off muttering to herself, "But I'm not the mother!"
He Wrote - So I Breathe - For 7 More Days at Least
Dearest Mother,
So this is my day:
Today Jacob Wakes up and turns off the alarm on the phone. except that it is not an alarm, someone is actually calling us at 6:15 in the morning. One of our investigators dialed the wrong number. So i get 15 more mins of sleep.
Now Jacob Gets out of bed for reals. And crawls to the bathroom to find a spanish elder on the pot (oh yeah, we had 2 spanish move in with us in our apartment. one doesnt ever lock the bathroom door...)
Jacob, waiting to shower, forgoes morning exercise in favor of the ever well balanced breakfast that is doughnuts and mountain dew.
Jacob goes in to the shower and lets hot water run over him for about 10 mins before actually beginning the cleansing process.
For studies Jacob and comp relate scripture people to star wars characters (after all, it is pday studies.)
Jacob then watches as the spanish missionaries take off in their full-time car taking only a moment to fantasize of the varied comforts it would offer before wrapping up in a jacket and beginning the trek to Wal Mart.
Some guy screams at us on the way to walmart from his car as he drives by, which in and of itself wouldnt have been odd except that we were in pday (normal) clothes.
We walk to email at the family history center and our zone leaders wave as they drive by in their 2010 Subaru. grrrrr.
and now i am here! but all in all, not to bad a day so far to be honest. smith and i have a lot of fun no matter what we are doing. which makes things entertaining.
hmm....as for the work, we have another baptism this saturday, then one next friday, then 2 more 2 weeks after that. once again, baptisms dont equal amount of work put in (altho in all modesty i believe we have put in great work) but they are good encouragement to keep it up. we also picked up a couple new investgators this week. yups. smith is definately my favourite comp, and i think that we are gonn serve together till he goes home (he has only got this one and next left) altho after that i only have 2 left and their are still others who i want to have a chance to serve with.
random factoid: i think that my favourite commandment to teach on the mission is Tithing. tiss awesome. kinda like buying blessings. lol, jk. but it really is my favourite commandment to teach. my fav overall would probably be repentance or faith tho.
anyways, hope you have a wonderful week, and i thank you again for being awesome. and helping me in the infinite ways that you do!
love, jake
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Monday, January 31, 2011
10 Days
We are going with 4 friends - Hank & Rochelle Featheran and Nadine & Willy Frost.
Why Ireland? its one of my favorite countries - mild climate, green, friendly people, no language barrier.
We are staying at this place
Knee Hi Farm - a 4 bedrooms/3 bath modern farmhouse near Mullingar in County Westmeath - about 1 hour from Dublin.
We've hired a cook to prepare our meals and a bus to take us wherever we want to go each day.
It will be a relaxing - yet fun - 8 days.
Can't wait!
Sunday, January 30, 2011
What I Saw at Church Today
A lot of this
I was confused for a minute.
Then I remembered.
Kung Hee Fat Choy!
Happy Chinese New Year!
Friday, January 28, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Jacob - Short but Sweet
Heya mom,
thanks for the email, ill probably copy and paste what i write to dad so that i dont miss anything going to either of you guys.
anyways, this week elder russel nelson came to talk to the mission. it was pretty cool, we even had a q&a session. he said that his testimony first came from his study of the sciences, medical specifically.
lets see, a new transfer started also. my favourite comp elder scott smith and i are serving together again for his last 2 transfers as his 'dying request.' our mission pres prayed about it and said that the spirit gave the green light, which is way cool.
hmmm....so yeah, we had a pretty good week. a lot of good work is coming up which is nice to have.
anyways, love ya and thanks again for everything that you do!
love, jake
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Gabe's Video
Here's the link to the video that Gabe made as part of the Church's Strength of Youth Media 2011 DVD that has been distributed worldwide (you gotta cut and paste it)
http://broadcast.lds.org/strength-of-youth/2010-12-02-we-believe-theme-song-900k-eng.mp4
He's the 4th kid singing - the brown one with the blue shirt. You'll also hear him in various parts in the background - then there's a close up of him singing towards the end.
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