Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Sacred Gifts


Last week, I had the privilege of taking my little Activity Day girls to the "Sacred Gifts" exhibit at BYU's Museum of Art.

People. This exhibit is once-in-a-lifetime! The pieces displayed in this exhibit are originals by Carl Bloch, Heinrich Hoffman, and Frans Schwartz which have never left their homes in castles, cathedrals, and churches throughout Europe, etc. It took the MOA people ten years to convince the curators of these works of art to allow them to be removed from their altars and castle walls for the very first time and installed in a fabulous display at BYU's museum. Truly nothing short of miraculous, in my opinion.

I'm planning to go back and revisit the exhibit when I can take my sweet time and plunk myself down in front of each painting for a good long while. This truly moved me and served to increase my testimony of my Savior, not to mention my respect and reverence for those of other faiths throughout history who carry the same testimony of Christ as me. I loved it. So much.

This painting by Carl Bloch was one of my favorites.
When seen in person, it almost looks 3D; Christ's eyes are absolutely piercing.

To see other works in this exhibit, go here.




Tuesday, January 28, 2014

My Lovely, Enchanting, Charming, Loving Mom


Today marks my mom's 96th birthday.
I think about her so much.
I think of her every time I make her famous porcupine meatballs with orange gravy.
I think of her every time I sit down at my sewing machine.
I think of her whenever I see a beautiful Japanese flower arrangement.
I think of her whenever I am at a loss as to how to parent.
I think of her every time I hear "My Heavenly Father Loves Me."
I think of her every single day.
And oh, how I miss her.
And oh, how I love her.


Mom, Dad, and Baby Rexine, 1949



Mom with a flower arrangement she no doubt created herself, 1952





Mom with four of her own and two extras, 1960




Mom and Dad with their six children, 1965.
Her children became Mom's pride and joy.
We were her life.
Her universe revolved around us.
We are so blessed.

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Where Dat Little Dude Guy?

 Another fun evening spent whoopin' it up at my much beloved Hale Center Theater watching "Kiss and Tell," a 1943 broadway play with the main character sporting the name Corliss! Who names their kid, "Corliss" anyway? Especially if that kid is a girl? (Says the girl with the non-too-popular name . . . . )

Now, when I wrote "whoopin' it up," I really mean, WHOOPIN' IT UP! I was sicker than a dog and had the worst coughing attack I think I have ever experienced in my lifetime right in the middle of the play. Since I was sitting right next to Sean's darling date and I didn't want her to think I was kindly passing along the plague to her, I gulped and gulped and gulped and did a bunch of shoulder lurches and body jerks and clamped my mouth shut and stifled any and all breath until I literally had a river of tears running down my cheeks in my efforts to hold it all in. Honestly, I thought I was going to die. Right there. In my cushy maroon seat of the Hale Center Theater. Just up and die. Luckily, I didn't. But I did have to use my trusty blanket (see it in pic below) to wipe my river of tears away and take huge cautious breaths to get my heart beating once again. It was rather frightening for many reasons if you want the straight up truth of the matter. One for the books.

Epilogue to the story: Once Dave and I said our goodbyes to Sean and his date, I climbed in our car and busted out a torrent of coughs as I leaned halfway out my open car window (to save Dave), the likes of which you've never seen or heard. I happened to look over just in time to see Sean and his date driving toward us, so I just leaned even further out the window and waved furiously bye-bye to them with both arms as if nothing was going on with me. Nothin' to see here, folks! No plague around here, nuh-uh. Everything's just dandy (as Dave threatens to take me to the insta-care {no joke}). 

Epilogue epilogue to the story (can there be two?): As we were stopped at a red light 30 seconds later, I looked over at a hipster dude sitting in his car right next to ours just in time to see him slack-jawed and starring at me as I had again proceeded to lean halfway out my window and hack up that other lung. I lamely pointed at my throat and gave a smile, and he was all, like, waving his hands as if to say, "Hey. I didn't see anything. Nope. Didn't think you were weird at all."  Whooeee, what a fun night!






WHERE IN THE WORLD IS ALDOLPHO?


The trusty blanket works as both a frostbite preventer as well as a ginorm Kleenex.



Saturday, January 18, 2014

Battle of the Bands!


Many of you know that way back in the day, Sean and Christian had their own garage band. The band name they started with was Soap Box Opera, then some of the personnel changed, then changed again, then the name changed to His Boy Elroy, but through it all, Sean and Christian were constant. And, they were fabulous.

One of their very first gigs was playing in the Battle of the Bands at the new club on the block in Provo, Velour. What great fun that was! Christian was a tender 13 years old, and Sean was just barely scratching at 17 years old. Goodness gracious, they were young. Dave and I were their biggest groupies for many, many reasons, among which were the facts that we truly were their biggest fans and simply ate this stuff up, and also because, well, because who sends a 13-year-old son and a 17-year-old son into a night club without their annoying mom and pop keeping a close eye on what goes down? Sheesh, was that some good fun!






Tonight, Velour is celebrating it's 8th anniversary with a big whoopin' it up concert. In anticipation of that, our local newspaper ran a story about the first battle of the bands held there. The photo below is the pic accompanying that recent article, and just lookee at who was also on the bill with Sean and Christian's band? None other than the super-duper successful and world-renown Neon Trees.

The poster erroneously listed Sean and Christian's band
as Soap Box Hero. Uhhhh, it was actually Soap Box Opera, but either works.




Neon Trees


And, just for fun, here are a few more pics from back in the day. Photo credits and a big shout out go to Ashley and Jordan for capturing the magic for future generations!






For some reason, this seems like just yesterday and also a lifetime ago, simultaneously. I don't know. But I do know that I am still so grateful to this day that these boys didn't once try to shake off their ol' mom and dad from tagging along to every gig; never once did they fail to show appreciation for our help and support; never once did they roll their eyes at us in front of their oh-so-cool bandmates (or ever!); never once did they make us feel like intruders. Those are the memories that I do and always will hold so dear in my little His Boy Elroy-loving heart.

Monday, January 13, 2014

He's In the Hot Seat, Errrrr, the Cold Seat!

Doesn't Sean look like he just owns this throne?
One problem however--his kind and loving and empathetic heart would melt this seating arrangement in no time.
That could prove to be a problem.


Thursday, January 09, 2014

It Is Good to Be Queen


Just before BYU's semester break, I got the notion in my brain that we should treat Sean and his awesome roommates to dinner at Brick Oven as a thank you for being such great buddies to Sean and to each other.  

Luckily for us, Sean isn't the type to die from embarrassment when his mother cackles her head off and thinks she's pretty doggone funny when she's really just being obnoxious. I think he realizes that my intentions are sincere. A good boy, that one.


Saturday, January 04, 2014

So, It Is Over


There once was a calendar of shoes
Presenting a pageantry of hues
Tho my name they did call,
Dave would not give me all
Thus, surreptitiously they crept in twos. 
(What Dave doesn't know won't hurt him . . .) 


Thank you, Ashley and Jordan, for a year of daily thoughts of shoes and you!!!