Monthly Archives: June 2011
The Mormon Tabernacle Choir decided to get a bit patriotic – flash mob style. Colonial Williamsburg visitors were treated to a flash mob performance by the 400 member Mormon Tabernacle Choir.
Marty Mears, a lifelong resident of the area, heard news of a special event and showed up.
“It was just a thrill to be among them,” she said. “I didn’t know it was the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. These people started singing. It was so beautiful. Now that I know who they were, I keep thinking, ‘Who would have thought I’d be surrounded by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir?’ What a thrill.”
-Read the entire story at Deseret News.
The other night I happened to catch an episode of ABC’s The Bachelorette. Ashley is this season’s bachelorette and she happens to have issues getting over a past “relationship” (can we call it that?). Apparently the guy (Bentley) walked away (was this guy the former bachelor from a previous season and chose someone else over Ashley? still trying to put the pieces together). Oh no . . . I just saw a clip of them from a past season and all he could talk about was how good she looked in her pants and that he’d like her to “tickle his pickle”. Really?! ugh. She must have seen those episodes and clips. Does she not see the disrespect there? To help her move on, the producers are flying Bentley in to Hong Kong (the next destination of the show).
Is She Crazy?!?! Read the rest of this entry
It’s so hard to take time to do the things that matter most. . . . but the little things that matter most make the biggest difference.
For those who don’t know, I’m currently going to college while raising three small children. It’s often hard to balance the busy life of the kids’ school functions, homework, church, sports,while helping my husband with his business (every now and then), keeping up with my schooling and homework and so forth. I know you all understand this because you have super busy lives too. I try to do my stuff on my own time (homework, house chores, etc) but it’s often the case that I fall short of that and neglect the kids to do the other. On such occasions I quickly notice that arguing, crying, and sad children seem to live in my house. I’ve found that if I just take a little time from what I’m doing to do the things that matter most – play and laugh with them – that things quickly turn around.
I’ve never regretted putting my stuff aside to be with them. Doing so not only makes them happy, but me as well. Taking the time to love them is a lot more effective than getting mad at them for interrupting me or being loud. If I just play with them for a moment, their spirits brighten and they can go on happily for quite awhile. They just need to know that they’re important to me . . . and that I’d put anything aside to be with them. My children are the moments that matter most.
What are the moments that matter most to you?
Enjoy this touching video from “Mormon Messages” – the LDS Youtube Channel. You’ll find a link to more videos like it in the sidebar. My favorite part of the video starts at 2:43, but you have to see the beginning to understand why it’s so special.
-Marzee, your atmchick
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I was asked to speak in church for Father’s Day. This is the talk I wrote and gave.
Something exciting has recently happened in our household . . . . . we welcomed eight baby chicks into our family. My husband often comes home from work and when walking through the door asks, “How are my babies?” – wanting to know how our fluffy little chicks are doing. Seeing my husband care for these baby chicks has reminded me of the fatherly attributes I so admire in him.
I turned thirty this week. My twenties were personally challenging for me. Unlike many twenty-year-olds, I didn’t get to go off to college, live in a dorm or “find myself”. My parents never thought to prepare me for college, searching out scholarships, saving money and I never considered that I would have to worry about it until it was too late. So I stayed home, went to community college, decided to go to beauty school to help pay my way through college and worked. Shortly before my twentieth birthday I met a boy . . . who only a few months later would become my husband. I moved out of my parents’ house into a home with my husband and continued school and work until our first little baby arrived.