I never thought for a MILLION years I would like any Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana songs. Then the local radio station played this song about the "Climb". The words were so inspirational, moving, motivating, tear making, heart warming song. At first I thought I was on the Christian station, but nope I was on the local Pop station. Then once the song was done the DJ announced who it was... Miley Cyrus. WHAT!?!?!?!
Holly cow, what planet was I on. Then I went online to read what the words were, and again I wept! So here it is the words, and your listening to the song now too. I hope it moves you, motivates you, make you tear up, warms you heart, or just moves you to do great things!!
I can almost see it
That dream I'm dreaming but
There's a voice inside my head sayin,
You'll never reach it,
Every step I'm taking,
Every move I make feels
Lost with no direction
My faith is shaking but I
Got to keep trying
Got to keep my head held high
There's always going to be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always going to be an uphill battle,
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose,
Ain't about how fast I get there,
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb
The struggles I'm facing,
The chances I'm taking
Sometimes might knock me down but
No I'm not breaking
I may not know it
But these are the moments that
I'm going to remember most yeah
Just got to keep going
And I,
I got to be strong
Just keep pushing on, cause
There's always going to be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle,
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose,
Ain't about how fast I get there,
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb (yeah)
Keep on moving
Keep climbing
Keep the faith baby
It's all about
It's all about
The climb
Keep the faith
Keep your faith
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
The new Chicks on the block...
My friend Crystal at work, yes the one who's Chihuahua we took care of, her mom raises goats and chickens. No we didn't get any goats... yet. But we did get five sweet new "teenage" chicks. They are Golden Laced Wyandotte's, and cute as can be. The markings on their feathers when they grow up will be just beautiful. For now they just have a full body and scrawny little heads.
The Jevnes came and checked out our new little chicks...
Our one chicken, Yolk-O, was not to sure about them, since she had the run of the coup for the past couple of months. She pecked one of the chicks on the head to remind the of who was the top chick around these parts. Naughty chicken... she sure is pretty though!!
So here are some more pics of them running around, they are the fastest chickens I've seen. They love to be held, and they coo like doves in stead of clucking. Sweet!
This is my favorite pic... a face only a mother could love.
The Jevnes came and checked out our new little chicks...
Our one chicken, Yolk-O, was not to sure about them, since she had the run of the coup for the past couple of months. She pecked one of the chicks on the head to remind the of who was the top chick around these parts. Naughty chicken... she sure is pretty though!!
So here are some more pics of them running around, they are the fastest chickens I've seen. They love to be held, and they coo like doves in stead of clucking. Sweet!
This is my favorite pic... a face only a mother could love.
Monday, April 13, 2009
The GQ man and his glasses...
So Brint FINALLY got his new pair of glasses, after camping out at the mail box for over a week. He went for a whole new style. We shopped around all the cool frame shops till we found the perfect ones. Even had the rep for the ProDesign-Denmark help out. So without further adieu here is the man himself....
So he will kill me for saying this but.... his eyebrow has grown back nicely, don't you think!!
So he will kill me for saying this but.... his eyebrow has grown back nicely, don't you think!!
Monday, March 16, 2009
Brint's new buddy!
So Brint has found a new best friend...
Her name is Biscuit. She is a chihuahua, and way to cute for her own good. We babysat her for my friend Crystal from work, while they went to Florida for a week. I don't have many pics of her, as she was a constant blur all week. She absolutely fell head over heals for Brint. Oh sure, she would play and snuggle with me when Brint wasn't around. But the moment he walked in I was chopped liver. Our cat thought that she was annoying, and our dog thought she was a fun toy. So poor Biscuit was not a big hit with our fuzzy kids. Oh well, can't please everyone all the time!
I think that one is my favorite.
Her name is Biscuit. She is a chihuahua, and way to cute for her own good. We babysat her for my friend Crystal from work, while they went to Florida for a week. I don't have many pics of her, as she was a constant blur all week. She absolutely fell head over heals for Brint. Oh sure, she would play and snuggle with me when Brint wasn't around. But the moment he walked in I was chopped liver. Our cat thought that she was annoying, and our dog thought she was a fun toy. So poor Biscuit was not a big hit with our fuzzy kids. Oh well, can't please everyone all the time!
I think that one is my favorite.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Atlanta Temple Trip!
We just had the best Valentine's Day!! We went to the Atlanta temple for the Roland's sealing. It was spirit changing. I have never seen a whole family be sealed together. Watching Clay and Nicki get sealed was moving enough, but when they brought in their three girls in their white dress, it just brought you to tears. Especially when they put the baby on the alter, she was like the cherry topper for a perfect day. All of us women in the sealing room weren't just tearful, but we were sobbing and gasping as the spirit moved us all beyond words. Now I truly know what it means when we say in our church "Families can be together forever".
I have a famly here on earth. They are so good to me.
I want to share my life with them through all eternity.
Fam'lies can be together forever Through Heavnly Father's plan.
I always want to be with my own family, And the Lord has shown me how I can.
The Lord has shown me how I can.
While I am in my early years, I'll prepare most carefully.
So I can marry in God's Temple for eternity.
Fam'lies can be together forever Through Heavnly Father's plan.
I always want to be with my own family, And the Lord has shown me how I can.
The Lord has shown me how I can.
We did an endowment session afterward, and I have never felt the spirit during a session so strong till that day. When I read the scriptures (D&C 4 & 88) in the chapel, before the session,my answers to my prayers came to me. How pleased our Heavenly Father is to have us come to the temple. Both Brint and myself felt our Heavenly Father's and our Savior's love over flow that day!!
I have a famly here on earth. They are so good to me.
I want to share my life with them through all eternity.
Fam'lies can be together forever Through Heavnly Father's plan.
I always want to be with my own family, And the Lord has shown me how I can.
The Lord has shown me how I can.
While I am in my early years, I'll prepare most carefully.
So I can marry in God's Temple for eternity.
Fam'lies can be together forever Through Heavnly Father's plan.
I always want to be with my own family, And the Lord has shown me how I can.
The Lord has shown me how I can.
We did an endowment session afterward, and I have never felt the spirit during a session so strong till that day. When I read the scriptures (D&C 4 & 88) in the chapel, before the session,my answers to my prayers came to me. How pleased our Heavenly Father is to have us come to the temple. Both Brint and myself felt our Heavenly Father's and our Savior's love over flow that day!!
Monday, February 2, 2009
Ding Dong January is Gone!!
Whew... January is done and over with! To much going on in this two person household. The first weekend we were in Washington D.C. That was the best part of the month. Note: I am little behind trying to get those blogs and pics out... coming to a computer near you! Anyway, that was the most fun Brint and I have had in a long time. However, during this time my poor dad had to fly in from California because his brother, my uncle Bill, passed away suddenly. Mind you my dad's other brother passed earlier in '08. So before we left for D.C. we had to caravan my dad to Blue Ridge, Georgia where our family is. Why did we have to drive with my dad up there?? The poor man gets lost in a paper sack. Never mind the fact that he is a retired letter carrier, and radar/air traffic controller in the Air Force. So logic would tell you he should have the BEST sense of direction... Uhhh NO! Poor guy, good thing we love him.
So we got him safely delivered to Georgia, then it was time for our trip (again read the upcoming blogs). Fun, fun, fun!! Till we got back, thankfully Brint and I talked dad into getting a GPS in his rental car, and he was able to make it over the mountains in his mock-speed of 80mph. Ahhh, don't miss those days of getting car sick with dad's "NASCAR" style of driving! He did, however, bring home some bronchitis for himself. So off to the Sisters of Mercy we went. So the stress was on to get my 68y.o. diabetic, bronchitis, pneumonia-prone dad all better in two days, so I can put him on a plane back to California. With a lot of prayer, NyQuil, narcotics, and Vicks Vaporub I was able to get his peakid face on a plane. Ok, the month is going to get better!
The next week was normal... well I did come down with a little sickness, and was bummed that I missed church. Brint and I were able to watch the Presidential Inauguration from start to finish. It was very cool to watch the process, the history, etc. However, the coolest was to see all the places we had been to the week before. The President, Vice President, and their wives stood on the same steps I had my picture taken on the back side of the capital. Also, to watch them drive and walk down Pennsylvania Ave, where we walked a week before. Brint and I followed along the parade route with our little map. It was fun and exciting!!
Late that night my mom calls and tells me that my 94y.o. little grandma in Georgia is in the hospital clinging to life. They will be flying out of Calif. the next morning (Wed.) Now remember my dad was here only a week ago, I bet their flights weren't cheep. So now worry, worry, stress, stress about grandma, and my parents flying out. The only plus to this is my parents will stay with us after being in GA a couple of days. From what our family there said she was on death's door. However, when my parents got there she was sitting up in her hospital bed eating grits. Shocked is not the right word for what they were feeling. Later that night she was asking my parents when can she go home and have a Coke. I think our family there jumped the gun a little. Woops!
So my parents said "don't take any time off of work just come on Sat and stay the night". So we drove back to Georgia (a 3hr drive). The BEST part was seeing my parents. Especially my mom since I hadn't seen her since September. By then my grandma was at home. Got to visit with her, and other family. She still looked very tired. By Sunday morning my parents get a call at 5am (which I heard through the hotel wall) that they were going to take her back to the hospital, because of chest pains. Here comes the roller coaster ride. They had her in a regular room, and she was drifting in and out of consciousness. As the morning wound on it did seem that she was drifting, she even spoke of seeing family in the room that had passed. Also, as the morning wound on, more and more family showed. Cousins, and their kids. More cousins, and their kids, and just to fill the room, hallways, and waiting room to capacity, more cousins and their kids came. During what was suppose to be a time of sadness, it was quite humorous to me... you have to find a little humor somewhere. My mom, and I felt like we were in the middle of a three ring circus. The mobs of people in one tiny little room. A couple of cousins over reacting and causing a seen, like a true Irish family would.
The hands and arms all over that poor 94 y.o. woman laying in that hospital bed. Everyone moving this leg, and that arm. Their faces (ALL of them) in her face. It was enough to make me feel claustrophobic, and I was standing out in the hallway watching through the open door. I don't know if this is a southern way of doing things, or Irish, or just a Dills way of doing things, but it was WAY to overwhelming for me. Half the day went by, and my frail little grandma woke right up and asked if she can have a sip of coke, like nothing happened!! What-tha????
So after standing hours on our feet in the hospital hallway, or sitting in the waiting room trying to strike up some conversation with a cousin you haven't seen since you were 3. After all the boo-hooing of very vocal family, after the laying on of Baptist hands in prayer, and sentences being said like "don't go (die) yet mamaw I gotta go smoke"... no joke! This little old deep southern woman was ready to go to her house, listen to her minister on the radio, and have her sips of coke. Again, What-tha????
She did have some serious medical issues going on, but my grandma said she felt fine... with her blue lips. I drove Brint home Sunday night so he could go to school the next day. My parents called, thinking she had passed, but she was doing well and wanted to go home. I drove back on Tuesday to help my parents anyway I could, with some sanity and a good lunch. They had to help the rest of the family understand that she needed better care at home, than my poor uncle Charles, who forgets to give her meds, but does the best he can. None of the family wanted to help out with her care, but agreed that she needed better care. Thanks!!
Anyway, that is another LONG story for another time. So here I am just telling you my story, meanwhile trying to keep one of my nostrils from dripping like a faucet, and the other so blocked up that my eye is about to pop out, because I have a fun filled head cold. Is it 2010 yet?? Sorry for the rambling, and complaining, but hope you found a little humor in my month of January. How was yours??
So we got him safely delivered to Georgia, then it was time for our trip (again read the upcoming blogs). Fun, fun, fun!! Till we got back, thankfully Brint and I talked dad into getting a GPS in his rental car, and he was able to make it over the mountains in his mock-speed of 80mph. Ahhh, don't miss those days of getting car sick with dad's "NASCAR" style of driving! He did, however, bring home some bronchitis for himself. So off to the Sisters of Mercy we went. So the stress was on to get my 68y.o. diabetic, bronchitis, pneumonia-prone dad all better in two days, so I can put him on a plane back to California. With a lot of prayer, NyQuil, narcotics, and Vicks Vaporub I was able to get his peakid face on a plane. Ok, the month is going to get better!
The next week was normal... well I did come down with a little sickness, and was bummed that I missed church. Brint and I were able to watch the Presidential Inauguration from start to finish. It was very cool to watch the process, the history, etc. However, the coolest was to see all the places we had been to the week before. The President, Vice President, and their wives stood on the same steps I had my picture taken on the back side of the capital. Also, to watch them drive and walk down Pennsylvania Ave, where we walked a week before. Brint and I followed along the parade route with our little map. It was fun and exciting!!
Late that night my mom calls and tells me that my 94y.o. little grandma in Georgia is in the hospital clinging to life. They will be flying out of Calif. the next morning (Wed.) Now remember my dad was here only a week ago, I bet their flights weren't cheep. So now worry, worry, stress, stress about grandma, and my parents flying out. The only plus to this is my parents will stay with us after being in GA a couple of days. From what our family there said she was on death's door. However, when my parents got there she was sitting up in her hospital bed eating grits. Shocked is not the right word for what they were feeling. Later that night she was asking my parents when can she go home and have a Coke. I think our family there jumped the gun a little. Woops!
So my parents said "don't take any time off of work just come on Sat and stay the night". So we drove back to Georgia (a 3hr drive). The BEST part was seeing my parents. Especially my mom since I hadn't seen her since September. By then my grandma was at home. Got to visit with her, and other family. She still looked very tired. By Sunday morning my parents get a call at 5am (which I heard through the hotel wall) that they were going to take her back to the hospital, because of chest pains. Here comes the roller coaster ride. They had her in a regular room, and she was drifting in and out of consciousness. As the morning wound on it did seem that she was drifting, she even spoke of seeing family in the room that had passed. Also, as the morning wound on, more and more family showed. Cousins, and their kids. More cousins, and their kids, and just to fill the room, hallways, and waiting room to capacity, more cousins and their kids came. During what was suppose to be a time of sadness, it was quite humorous to me... you have to find a little humor somewhere. My mom, and I felt like we were in the middle of a three ring circus. The mobs of people in one tiny little room. A couple of cousins over reacting and causing a seen, like a true Irish family would.
The hands and arms all over that poor 94 y.o. woman laying in that hospital bed. Everyone moving this leg, and that arm. Their faces (ALL of them) in her face. It was enough to make me feel claustrophobic, and I was standing out in the hallway watching through the open door. I don't know if this is a southern way of doing things, or Irish, or just a Dills way of doing things, but it was WAY to overwhelming for me. Half the day went by, and my frail little grandma woke right up and asked if she can have a sip of coke, like nothing happened!! What-tha????
So after standing hours on our feet in the hospital hallway, or sitting in the waiting room trying to strike up some conversation with a cousin you haven't seen since you were 3. After all the boo-hooing of very vocal family, after the laying on of Baptist hands in prayer, and sentences being said like "don't go (die) yet mamaw I gotta go smoke"... no joke! This little old deep southern woman was ready to go to her house, listen to her minister on the radio, and have her sips of coke. Again, What-tha????
She did have some serious medical issues going on, but my grandma said she felt fine... with her blue lips. I drove Brint home Sunday night so he could go to school the next day. My parents called, thinking she had passed, but she was doing well and wanted to go home. I drove back on Tuesday to help my parents anyway I could, with some sanity and a good lunch. They had to help the rest of the family understand that she needed better care at home, than my poor uncle Charles, who forgets to give her meds, but does the best he can. None of the family wanted to help out with her care, but agreed that she needed better care. Thanks!!
Anyway, that is another LONG story for another time. So here I am just telling you my story, meanwhile trying to keep one of my nostrils from dripping like a faucet, and the other so blocked up that my eye is about to pop out, because I have a fun filled head cold. Is it 2010 yet?? Sorry for the rambling, and complaining, but hope you found a little humor in my month of January. How was yours??
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
The Washington D.C. Temple
We had a couple of hours to kill until Gabriel's big bash that evening after his Bar Mitzvah, so we decided to go see our temple. The Washington D.C. Temple. You can see it from the free way just beaming in the sunlight. We went to the visitors center, which is almost as twice as big at the Columbia, S.C Temple itself! They had the "Reflections of Christ" by Mark Mabry pictures on display (from his book... google it!). They were so moving, and brought you to tears. The whole visitors center was amazing!
On to the temple... how glorious!! It was so white, so big, and so amazing. It looked like it was carved out of one BIG block of marble. There are no words to discribe how gi-normous it was. I know it is taller than the Salt Lake Temple, and I all but laied on the ground to get a full shot (with Brint in it), and I couldn't get it all. Just amazing. I wish that we had time to do a session or two, but we were in a time crunch. That just means we'll have to come again!
Please go to http://theargallpics.shutterfly.com to see more of our pics!!
On to the temple... how glorious!! It was so white, so big, and so amazing. It looked like it was carved out of one BIG block of marble. There are no words to discribe how gi-normous it was. I know it is taller than the Salt Lake Temple, and I all but laied on the ground to get a full shot (with Brint in it), and I couldn't get it all. Just amazing. I wish that we had time to do a session or two, but we were in a time crunch. That just means we'll have to come again!
Please go to http://theargallpics.shutterfly.com to see more of our pics!!
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