Sunday, November 2, 2008
I also feel to point fingers at Scott for my shameful behavior. I’ve been working on his present since August when we drew names. It has been a labor of love which I have enjoyed seeing develop but at the same time it’s forced me to be in the Christmas spirit sooner than expected.
(I promise that the sharing of this background and preparatory information has a point.) So Mindy and I have been blatantly discussing Christmas for several weeks now and this weekend it all came to a climax. The Case family left St. George on Friday to spend time at Amy’s before heading up to Richfield for Halloween. We told Mindy that we needed to work on her computer so she should leave her house open. Matthew and I had concocted a plan that we would sneak into Mindy’s house and put up her Christmas tree while she was gone, so that when she came home it would be a Christmas miracle. We even went and bought a bell and put it on her tree as “the first gift of Christmas” (our first idea was to get 4 bells and take the ringer out of one and give it to Kyle, but Matthew talked me out of it). So we waited at Mindy’s house till she left, and being Mindy, she was already suspicious. She called us twice, once she had left, to try to catch us, stating that she was looking at us through the window. At this, Matthew jumped and immediately checked all the windows. Matthew and I hurriedly put up the Christmas tree and giggled like little school girls/boys as we hopped in our car and drove away.
After the fun weekend we got a call from Mindy, “Santa came to our house during Halloween!” For once Mindy was surprised! It’s going to be a merry Halloween, a joyous thanksgiving, and a happy holiday after all.
A Story - In Mindy's defense:
Rebecca Monson was invited to a small holiday party at the home of Larry King. The place was decorated top to bottom in Christmas!....And he's Jewish!
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
After all the frenzy I went to class and met my teacher. Her name is Dr. Hunt, or Kathy as she likes to be called. I left her class all a flutter with a burning in my bosom and a twinkle in my eye! She really is a great teacher and I know I'm really going to enjoy her class. While introducing the class and herself it took everything in me to sit calm and act cool and not embarrass myself here at Dixie High High. I knew if I started relating to the teacher this early in the game I'd be labeled teachers pet, someone would give me a wedgie after class, and the cool girls wouldn't sit by me at lunch. So I sat there as she explained that she is an organizational consultant for the country of Bali and her philosophy is to not study the problem but to study our strengths and talents and then apply them to the problem to create even greater solutions. I was in a frenzy. But I sat there in my new school outfit with my way cool Chuck Norris folder and played the cool girl till I got home and could explode all over Matthew! It really was great to find such a teacher! I'm excited for what the future holds in Org Comm 3850-02 room 125.
I left the class bubbling with excitement and told Matthew that I had to go and buy my book so I could do my homework. I went online to see about how much the book would cost so we could add it into our budget. When I saw $88 dollars on eBay I was a bit surprised but not shocked even though the book is only like 200 pages. So I went to the bookstore to buy it with my $88 dollars in hand and when the total came to $115 dollars, I swallowed my tongue. Now I've been in college for a while, not as long as Matthew, but still a while. I've had to pay some pretty astronomical prices for text books. I had a biology book that was over 1,000 pages that came with a CD that I paid $175, but I think this one takes the proverbial cake! I bought the book and left the bookstore recalculating in my mind how much Ramen noodles are and slimming down my plans for sister Saturday to a weenie roast in St. George where all you have to do is hold it out the window to cook. I got to the door and turned back to look at the bookstore where I found this inspiring quote above the stairs: " A deal is only good if it is fare to all."
I couldn't help but laugh as I stumbled out the door! I pray I'm not the only one who sees the humor and dichotomy in that statement. I thought of all the poor college student across the world having to buy their books and pay for college while being out on their own for the first time and the passion of afferdity blazed within me! no more "robbing the poor to feed the rich" (that shout out goes to Kyle!) It was time to stick it to the man! I was ready! I was ready to fight for my right to party! (again, Kyle, that ones for you!) I took the book back to the book store and begged for them to take it back without making me dropping my class and then I marched out the door, money in hand, and firmly declared to Matthew over the cell phone, "I'll show them!"
To which I did! Kyle (the bosom friend of my bosom friend) and I got online and found it on Google books for FREE! so now I can just read it online and show those bourgeous, aristocratic, puffed up peacocks that Generation X has been liberated by the mass flow of information at cyber-optic speeds at a price that even the oppressed people can obtain through the globalization of mass media! And as I write this commentary where I lash out irrationally at the proverbial powers that be, I find that I play into their hands once again as i unwillingly become, the very thing I fear the most...blast the irony of it all!
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
On Thursday Mindy took me to dream dinners where Mindy discovered powdered mustard for the first time and she showed me her mad zesting skills. It was such a new thing for Mindy that I had to video tape it!
But, out of all our fun adventures, Saturday was the best! We were suppose to help with a boy scout function but when we arrived we were informed that we would be doing football drills with about 30 nine year old boys for forty five minutes. Kyle saw the fear, dismay, and confusion in our faces and graciously took our spots. With that covered Mindy and I went to the mall. Now, those who know me know how much I detest shopping. It really isn’t my “thing” but Mindy went to great lengths to make it less torturous and even at some moments enjoyable. We also went to a farmers market which brought great amusement as the sales clerk explained supplements to Mindy and I gleefully looked on. Several moments in that conversation stand out to me, like when the clerk was explaining “the three super foods” which are spinach, salmon, and blueberries, but Mindy thought they were Twinkies, ho ho’s and brownies combined. Or when I had to explain to the clerk that Mindy’s idea of eating healthy was a caffeine free, diet, mountain dew. I knew it was time to go when Mindy stopped the clerk to ask her if she was speaking English. It was quite entertaining and I knew that some of it had sunk in when Mindy made the most incredible salmon dinner for us! It was citrus salmon and Matthew confessed that he preferred it over my lemon pepper salmon ( to which he got the stink eye!) I have to hand it to Mindy! She’s come a long way! From not knowing what an apple is (ask Mindy to explain) to spending several minutes in a health food store/farmers market! With all this fun packed into one week, I’m excited to see what the future holds with Mindy as our new neighbor.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
After lunch we finished shopping and found several other needed items. We had arranged to meet my dad for dinner after our spree and were hurrying back to Salt Lake to meet him. We were just starting our on our way when to our surprise we felt a powerful jolt in our rear end. No, it wasn't the quinoua, we had been hit by a young guy who was more rattled then we were. After inspecting ourselves and the car to check for any damage we found everything to be in good order, shook hands, and went on our way. After hitting unexpected traffic and getting to our dinner date over an hour later then expected, we still had a wonderful dinner and found it to be one of the most pleasant days we have had!
The next day was different. Matthew had worked on my hormonal system the night before and the whole next day I felt sluggish, tired, and icky. In an effort to get the most out of the work Matthew had done, I decided to rest for the day and to spend my time reading and answering the phone. But the reading made my eyes hurt and several people were a little less than friendly on the phone. At around six I was done with the day and ready for Matthew to be home and to get something to eat. Well, neither of us wanted to cook and nothing sounded good so I sent Matthew out to hunt something down to feed his starving family. He called me from an Indian restaurant and said, " There are NO people here, I'm going somewhere else!". So he went to a different restaurant where he ordered some sushi, giozas, and chow mien. Where, upon arriving home he found they had sent him with two side salads and some sushi. Being as hungry as we were we decided just to eat anyway. As i took one bite into the sushi i knew it wasn't good to eat. So Matthew packed it all back up and took it back where he had to explain to the girl how to give a refund and make change (what is our society coming to?) he then returned home where we decided to have a pizza delivered but the place we wanted pizza from didn't deliver. We were about ready to start gnawing on the plants in the front room when Matthew suggested we go out and find something. We were so hungry we found a Carl's Jr.(yes, a carls Jr.) and saw their menu that the sandwiches had lots of lettuce and tomato and thought that would be good and we can pick off the meat. We ordered and headed to a park in search of some good ju ju. When we got there we unknowingly parked in a flys nest (do flys nest?), found our order was wrong, and there was nothing wholesome or organic about the meal except the paper bag it came in. We tried to make the best of it but completely gave up as we both dribbled ketchup all over! Enough is enough!But I guess you have to take the good with the bad. If it weren't for soda how could I know the joys of cold pressed apple,ginger, and cranberry juice. and if it weren't for carl's jr how could I appreciate organic hummas. Yes, after it all, I must admit, there is wisdom in opposition in all things.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
After the concert we stayed at Grandma Jeans and Grandpa Dick’s house in north salt lake. It’s a beautiful home with plenty of room to sprawl out in but under the circumstances Pam and I bunked together that night…..and every night till our “men folk” joined us. Now some of you may think, “why, with several rooms and a king size bed at your disposal would you bunk down with your mother – in- law” well, I’ll tell you. I’m not scared of the dark, if that’s what you’re thinking, even thought I do sleep with a night light (it’s for security purposes) and I don’t think there are monsters in my closet. It’s just that all of my life I’ve never slept alone. Now, I know what you’re thinking again “wow that Jessica, we knew she was a wild one!” The truth is that the last time I slept in a room by myself I was six! Then my little sister was born and I got a roommate. This lasted till I left home at 17 where I again had a roommate. After that I went on a mission where I received a “white bible” which clearly states “companions will retire at 10:00 pm and must sleep in the same room but not in the same bed.” Following this all to brief period I came home and had my mom for a roommate for the brief four month period until I was married. Upon which I gained a new roommate.
With this kind of sleeping history I’m sure you can understand why I never sleep alone (to the pure all is pure) and I was especially grateful when Matthew finally came to salt lake. Not that Pam was all that bad, in fact, quite the contrary! It was nice not to have to fight for covers all night and to stay on the bed without being nudged off and holding on for dear life. But I must admit, Pam doesn’t cuddle half as well as Matthew! J
After a torturous four day stint without each other we came to the conclusion that we just can’t live without each other. I truly don’t know how we survived! Having Matthew without Jessica is like peanut butter without jelly! It’s like Mac without the cheese! It’s like organic without a recycled canvas bags for $1.99, you can have one without the other but it’s painful to imagine life that way.
So, Matthew and I are together once again. And once again I have to fight for nightly necessities. But after one cuddle with him, I wouldn’t have it any other way!
I wish to apologize to all ya’ll. These last few months I have been uncharacteristically anti-social. I know I’ve missed several family functions and hope ya’ll will forgive me. Last month Matthew and I went to the doctors because I had been exhibiting pregnancy like symptoms for quite some time. With the hope that we were expecting we were told by the ultrasound tech that we had what was called a mole pregnancy where we were almost pregnant but not quite. Or in technical terms, the zygote had implanted but that was as far as it got. The hormones were still pumping which were causing the symptoms and the “mole” was still in the uterus but we were not expecting. After several months of symptoms this was a bit much to take and with all the new arrivals I have had difficulty handling it all.
I want to let ya’ll know how truly excited I am for ya’ll, especially Kenzie. I know you have hoped and prayed for Heston and I am overjoyed for you and want all the new mom’s to know how excited I am for them! I really do love ya’ll and I am so grateful for how ya’ll have welcomed me into the family. Ya’ll have been Amazing!
I love ya’ll and I appreciate you’re patience and understanding. Please know how happy I am for ya’ll! Thanks for bearing with me!
p.s. and Scott….thanks for the cucumber, it relieved my soul as I spiritualy feasted on the though of home grown produce.
This move was quite unique compared to our other moves. Matthew and I have learned how to live quite comfortably on what the airlines will allow. And in Seattle we discovered that it wouldn’t be so bad to be homeless because we can live like kings on what we can fit in our car. But, for the first time in our married lives we have all our earthly positions in one location (minus food storage and a few odds and ends at my mothers..bless her soul). We never realized we have so much stuff! By the fifth truck load matthew was ready to throw it all off the balcony, light a match, and head for missourie. I can’t say that I blame him! After living in a 15 x 20 studio I realize how little we need to live on. But we are now setteling in comfortably and loving our new place. My creative juices are starting to flow (to matthew’s fear) and our apartment it working into a beautiful home with portability in mind. All our positions fit in rubbar maid containers, our soon to be king size bed (we’re enjoying the romantic sentiments of sleeping on the floor with a georgeous headboard!) is made of detatchable parts that can be moved by one person, and the majority of things we’ve bought are colapsable and can fit in an overhead compartment.
After it all, we have been truly blessed! We have a great apartment that is close to family and friends (yes, we’ve even made friends). We’re growing closer together and learning to depend on each other as a couple, and the Lord is blessing us in abundance. We’re greatful for all He’s done and for the fun adventures that await us in our next move in 175 days….and counting. J
P.S. all are invited to come, stay, and play! We have a pool, comfy couches (thanks to the case family), and plenty of twiggs and berries to share! Ya’ll come down now ya hear!
Monday, July 21, 2008
Matthew’s story – A Testimony of Prayer
For many years my father, brothers, and I would pack up tents, bags, food and all sorts of fishing gear in hopes of catching the “big one” at the lake (isn’t that a wonderful beginning?) Each year was the same – we’d catch a gazillion fish, but nothing resembling at all the size that every fisherman dreams of…except for this one year! While loading the boat one early morning with all the essentials for a day out on the lake (ie, easy cheese, crackers, easy cheese, water, easy cheese, dried mango, easy cheese…) a suggestion was made for a prayer, prior to launching. I was appointed. Eager as we all were to get our lines in the water I kept the prayer short and sweet, but meaningful. The short prayer ended with the words, “please let us catch the sizeable fish of our hearts desires.” This drew suppressed laughter from a few on board and we were off. Not 30 minutes later my line received quite a jerk, followed by a whistling sound. It took a moment before I realized what was happening. My line was being pulled out so fast that it was whistling. Somewhat shocked but alert I reached down to adjust my drag in order to prevent busting the line. Still the line continued to go. Once all 100 or so feet of line was spent the pole literally bent into a perfect arch. “I have something and I think it’s pretty big,” I yelled. Once the motor was killed and the boat came to a stop it was confirmed. This was no snag. The line kept jerking and the pole remained arched! Could this be that magical moment that I had been wishing for all those years? After a thrilling 35 minutes of adrenaline pumping reeling, tugging, releasing and pulling, a 19 pound mackinaw was landed! (Isn’t that great!)
What a moment. I’m not a bad fisherman but what I caught that day was without a doubt a blessing from heaven – an answered prayer – a sizeable fish of my heart’s desire.
I want to share my story of how I know The Book of Mormon is a true record of our Savior, Jesus Christ. I went off to college when I was 17 and was living in an apartment with five other girls. During the winter I suffered from severe depression. Being away from home I had no one to help me through this rough time and so I sank deeper and deeper each day. I skipped classes (which is so not like me), I slept for days at a time, and I wouldn't let myself eat even when I got hungry. My mom would call to check on me but there was nothing she could do. I told her how depressed I was and how I wanted to come home. She finally said, "I love you and I'm praying for you! How often are you reading your scriptures?" I admitted that since I was so depressed I had no desire to read. She then informed me that she was going to hang up, I was going to read my scriptures, and then I was to call her back. I did as she insisted and as I opened my scriptures they opened to Alma 26:27 which says, "Now when our hearts were depressed, and we were about to turn back, behold, the Lord comforted us, and said: Go amongst thy brethren, the Lamanites, and bear with patience thine afflictions, and I will give unto you success." I felt a feeling of peace and hope come over me. My Heavenly Father knew how depressed I was. He was encouraging me to hold on, push through, have patience, and He was going to help me succeed! And He did! That Semester was my best ever! Even though I had missed so much school I still got the best grades ever! My Heavenly Father knew what I needed and the Lord got me through it. I know the Book of Mormon is true! I'm grateful for its teachings and how it helps me in my life.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
So, last Saturday brought another adventure – a trip to SLC, where we were to stay for a week. We had just cleaned up from our camping adventure and didn’t want to filthify the kitchen so we decided we would stop in cedar at one of our favorite dining establishments – Costa Verde! Yum yum, chicken salad with mango salsa! What a way to start a trip! We sat at our usual table, in the north west corner by the window and salivated over our fresh food feast! In traditional Matthew fashion we forked through the entire dish to analyze and articulate over every morsel. Only then could we thoroughly enjoy each small smakeral. When the ceremony finished and our eating experience concluded we got in our car to head on our way. At the next intersection we were amazed at the traffic jam we encountered. We then noticed several cop cars and became concerned about the huge accident that had proceeded us. As we approached the intersection we came upon this seen:
I hope you can discern the hundreds of sheep that were making a left hand turn, apparently the blinker on the hoarse that was herding them was broken, thus causing a major traffic nightmare, and for once Matthew was right, the people on the road were driving like a bunch of animals!
Here are a few more pictures we picked up along our adventurous way…..the kilt one is especially for Stephen and the other is a new t-shirt I’ve acquired.
With all these discoveries along our way, our newest adventure was off to a good start! We arrived in Salt Lake in good order, with great excitement for the week ahead. On Monday I donned my secretarial hat and booked 5 appointments for Matthew with clients of his very own! He did an amazing job! And Jill was nice enough to allow us to use her house as an office while the girls were at swim lessons. He’s done such great work and we’ve seen miracles before our eyes! The results have been fantastic! We have truly been blessed this last week!
Another great blessing came when we got to crash the Bearden’s dress rehearsal on Wednesday night. They did a terrific job! And Ellie stole the show. I’ve never known a more adorable Gretel! We were so proud! The next night my dad joined us for opening night as we cheered on Annie. She was inspiring! We were especially moved when she entered the second act picking her nose. My acting teacher would say,” that shows that she’s immersed in her character!”
For two of the six days Pam and I got to go and watch Jacoy’s kid’s while she was at girl’s camp. After my nap it was fun to entertain them and play house. One of the highlights of the job was to watch “bear in the big blue house: it’s go time” or something like that. It was all about potty training. All I can say is that if I weren’t potty trained I would be now! I’m dying to have a copy….. to be prepared for my kids I mean.
After a long week we cleaned Jean’s house while singing the “happy little working song” to jolly everyone along. Then we took off for home.
Today was our first day as nursery parents. I must say, things went rather well. There were only about six kids, and with four parents it was definitely manageable. Matthew monopolized the blocks and entertained the children around him by batting their hands away as they tried to knock his tower down. Then he taught the valuable lesson of sharing at snack time as he insisted that each child take their turn at giving him a gold fish. After church we went to my mom's for dinner where grandma had prepared Ra-ta-toie. After proper ceremony (as before mentioned ) we enjoyed a delicious meal and grandma and Matthew went off on another culinary concocting conversation. Half way though Matthew kind of tuned out. On the way home I asked where he went as we were all sitting there discussing the recently devoured delectably delicious delights. He said,” you know, when grandma started talking about cabbage I thought, if I’m ever going to grow my own cabbage I’m going to have to have a house.” I replied, “ whatever gets you there is fine with me! However the Lord speaks to you, you need to listen!” Yes, we all get our answers in different ways, Moses heard it in a burning bush (Ex 3), Balaam was told by a donkey (Num 22) and Matthew was inspired by organic produce (Organic weekly Pg 47). The Lord does hear and answer prayers!
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
So the Monson’s aren’t much for camping. My father’s version of camping was motel 6 and while we all like the idea of being out in nature and communing with God’s creations, it seems that we are following in his footsteps. But, in an effort to make memories we all decided to get together on the third and go camping for a few nights out at baker reservoir. We all had different ideas of how to go about this adventure (now, this is a real adventure, not an errands kind of adventure) but the basic concept was the same, sleep in a tent, play at the lake, and sing cum-bi-ah while munching on smores around a camp fire. Its all quite utopian!
Matthew and I, as usual, wanted to keep it simple yet elegant. We packed a tent, sleeping bag, fishing gear, and our meal assignments and were off to reserve our spot by the lake. Thankfully we found a spot with some shade to protect us from the 110 degree heat and went about setting up our perfect little campsite nestled in the foliage. As we finished setting up we could hear the fish calling our names in the distance so we headed to the lake to pass the time till the others arrived. In the hour that followed, the fish, regrettably, stopped calling Matthew’s name and started calling mine. Unfortunately, Matthew did not catch anything. I, on the other hand, caught 3 fish that seemed to be the average size (3 inches) for this particular lake.
After a sound nights sleep in a well air conditioned home (have I mentioned that it was air conditioned?) we felt revitalized and prepared for our next adventure!
Monday, June 30, 2008
As we continued our “adventure” we all went to the St. George business expo where Pam met up with her old BFF (not that the friend was old but they are old friends…..and not that they are old but….you get the idea) Pam decided to invite her friend over for dinner who also brought a friend with her. I was excited for the occasion but also a bit nervous that these new friends happened to be coming on concoction night.
As everyone settled in for dinner Matthew and I manned our stations as head chefs and cooked up everyone’s individual dishes. As we were finishing our meal Pam’s friend’s friend announces that he is a gourmet restaurant owner and has a trained pallet……this is where I slid under the table. The only comfort I could offer myself was that at least it wasn’t clean out the fridge meatloaf night (which is actually quite delicious and one of my specialties but not something you want to announce to company) I gathered myself together and took some joy in our mutual passion for good food and it’s tantalizing mixtures.
The night went on and, as Matthew says, “it’s all about the banter.” I was greatful for the conversation since it took the focus off the food. As Matthew and I had our “post entertaining event rap up” I learned two valuable lessons
1. There is a lot to be said in keeping the house only 10 minutes away from company
2. Don’t let the dishes determine the meal or you’ll be eating the same thing every night or have to buy more dishes
After our dinner adventure Matthew and I brushed our teeth (video on the link) and hopped into bed. We kissed each other goodnight and rolled into our respective positions (me on the edge of the bed holding on for dear life and Matthew continuing to edge me off the bed) as I lay there dreaming of egg rolls and dim sum the thought hit me, if we are what we eat then Matthew and I are pretty weird concoctions but I must say, “life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death!”
As a side note, I’ve discovered why it’s taken me so long to blog. A while ago I invited everyone to see my Facebook page which I update several times a week. So, no more saying that Jessica and Matthew don’t update their page! We have all our pictures and videos there and since we have had extreme technical difficulties because our files are to big we have put them on facebook and will include the ones on the blog that they will allow. But, being true to my word, we will continue to blog every Sunday come St. George heat or high water!
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Par Mindy's request, I am blogging every Sunday as part of my reverent activities. And to emphasis how committed I am I am blogging even in my weakened condition!
On Thursday night from about 10 till 4 am I had the opportunity to study ever detail of our bathroom as I was hit with a small bout of diarrhea. Feeling much better on Friday but not wishing to share the fun with others I chose to stay in my room for the day and recoup.
So dad and Matthew offered a blessing and Pam said a prayer but it wasn’t till 2 in the morning that relief came. I was desperate for a reprieve. I tearfully turned to Matthew begging for a release. He offered a prayer and within minutes I was asleep and slept for a whole 2 hours. After that I began to improve and could fall asleep again for short bits as Matthew kept his hand on me and messaged my back. I truly couldn’t have survived without him!
Today is Sunday and I’m doing much better. I can now sit up without getting nauseous and I have managed to keep down several swallows of Gatorade. Because of Matthew’s superior nursing skills I made him a nurses’ hat. Now no one will wonder who the best little helper is!
So, even in my desperately week condition, where I can’t stand up without help and can only flush if I muster all my strength, I have blogged my little heart out. I hope this fulfills my commitment to Mindy for my blogging requirements. Who knows, after this blog she may change her mind!
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
The latest news is that we have purchased a car. Yippee!!! We hope it will fair a little better than our last, which was a Hawaii 'island car' that died everytime we approaced a stop sign. So, if gas prices don't sky rocket out of control, even more than they already have, we might be able to leave Dixie and visit ya'll.
Jess is happy and still loves me, can't believe that we're two weeks away from our 2nd anniversary!
Jess says, ALOHA TO YA'LL!!!
Pictures of Dad's 'B-day suit' will be forthcoming! Jessica continues impressing with her patented line of clothing.
Finally, we would like to thank our beloved and loyal fans who stuck with us through these months of bloglessness. To ya'll and the rest in that big wide world....we're back!