
We have been coloring this chart to show our efforts in family scripture study this year. Each numbered area represents a section of The Doctrine and Covenants. We finished it today!!

We have been coloring this chart to show our efforts in family scripture study this year. Each numbered area represents a section of The Doctrine and Covenants. We finished it today!!
Adolescence = Suddenly fearing recognition as an individual while trying to become one.
Recently someone wrote to me and explained that during adolescence the mind starts playing tricks on us and we lose self confidence.
I believe that this loss of self-confidence is the beginning of a more universal malady that lasts long past adolescence. I like to call it the feminine dark side. Not every woman crosses over to the dark side but most do on occasion.
This feminine dark side is the thought process that tells us we don’t measure up.
Self absorbed women love to gossip. Self-absorption is the impetus for feelings of isolation in a crowd. It’s the reason we don’t say “hi” to a stranger in church or take the time to understand someone before we make judgments. It’s the reason we take offense at things someone said. It’s the reason we don’t invite someone into our circle, fooling ourselves with some excuse like, “Her hair is so cute and she is so popular. She would never want to be friends with me.” And the whole thing makes me weary.
Self-absorbed feelings of inadequacy are a counterfeit to the inspired humility required of a disciple of Christ. As a counterfeit, self-devaluation may look and feel like humility for a time. But the counterfeit doesn’t come from a true source and can’t lead us to become better. Humility is a gift of the Spirit which can lead us to improve.
Recently someone asked in fun, “Could Angela just please come out of the house with her hair a mess and her children grumpy?” In short, “Could she put on her worst face for us at least one time so we can feel better about ourselves?”(And, since comment was really said just in fun, I’ll reply in fun, “Honey, if you saw all my flaws, it wouldn’t make you feel better, it would make you cry and then make me dinner out of sheer pity.”)
This line of thinking is flawed in at least two ways. First, anyone who has taken the time to know me has seen my faults. Second, I find it poor logic to equate feeling better about one’s self by rejoicing in the faults of others.
So, no. I’ll keep presenting my best side, because that’s the side I’m nurturing. I’m trying to starve the dark side that worries about what others think of me, because most judgments, good and bad, are inaccurate anyway.
And I’ll keep empowering my daughter to do the same. And that means forgetting ourselves and serving and loving and trying to forget flawed comments such as, “She’s too perfect.”
“Am I too young to pull the car out of the garage by myself?”
I hardly saw Friday coming through the flutter of papers around me this week. Now my task is to escape the laundry room in time to enjoy its possibilities.
And I will try not to ruin the implied rest that Fridays should bring by staying up too late, savoring the freedom. Richard and I will watch a DVD. He’ll want to watch something loud, and I’ll want to watch something with women wearing gowns with empire waists.
I’ll let Richard win because he used his day off to teach two robotics classes and deal with a dying (wild) animal on our back patio.
We’ll crank up huge surround sound speakers and I’ll feed him freshly baked brownies and the frustrations will go away for a while. Richard is my consolation at the end of the week and I feel rewarded by his time spent with me. Richard is the main reason I love Fridays.
Folding laundry now,
A
We held a Webelos flag ceremony in the morning:
And hiked along the Santa Cruz river where the Mormon Battalion came through in December of 1846. The Webelos are carrying big bags of garbage they collected along the trail. It was so hot!
(Mark hiked the whole way, too):
Next, we visited the monument for the Mormon Battalion in Downtown Tucson:
And we listened to Mr. Tossi speak about his experiences in WWII under General Patton. This man landed in Morocco, travelled through Northern Africa and up into Sicily; he went to England and then landed on Omaha Beach during the invasion of Normandy. He fought his way through Europe and Africa in a tank. Daniel asked to have his picture taken with him:

Saturday we watched Paige perform in the brand new dance studio. Mirrors multiplied her steps and brightened the beautiful room. It brought me to tears. There was just so much beauty. Photos could never capture that. But here she is just after performing, standing in the lobby.
If you can make it, we would love to have people come to Oh Holy Night on December 12. Paige plays the lead role in a beautiful Christmas story with numbers from the Nutcracker and even more numbers with a more religious theme.
Favorite birthday moment of all time:
I was turning 7 or 8. I was walking home from school alone when I saw my mom coming toward me. Walking to and from school was always so terrible for me. It was the ultimate act of love in my mind if my mom walked with me to school. I remember one day she carried me. She knew it was what I needed that day. So, on this birthday I was totally happy to see my mom walking toward me. She met me near the Christensons’ house and we walked through the tough leathery maple leaves from the Mickelsons’ tree and then our feet swept and crunched the papery thin yellow leaves from the Stones’ tree. We opened my mail as we walked and she put her arm around me. That made me so happy.
I love simple gestures like that.
My thirty-fifth was full of simple gestures of love, too. And I’m thankful for those who took time to give them.
I took the kids on a fieldtrip today to a Ranger Station near the border and a place called Pena Blanca lake. It was a day full of surprises, not the least of which was that Pena Blanca lake is not a lake. It’s gone. And we drove an hour to see it. Things disappear in the desert and if it happens to be water, it’s not coming back any time soon. The Forest Rangers sounded so hopeful for the future. One even said they were courting possible convenience stores to build near the lake… that is, once it fills up. Which could take a Very Long Time.
It felt a little surreal, driving into an apparent Risk Zone and not realizing it. Around the turns in the canyon were hidden border patrol vehicles full of agents, watching our envoy. After letting us through the Padlocked Gate for Rangers Only, The Ranger in charge decided to hand us this card as we sat down for a picnic lunch:

Um, Yikes!“Traditional responses may not be appropriate. Check your gut.” probably means something pretty bad.
Meet the ex-con Mule that used to run drugs across the border. The Rangers said he’s really grumpy all the time now that he’s on parole working for the Forest Service. Just so you know, drug runners aren’t very nice people and they treat their animals badly. And poorly treated animals are G-R-U-M-P-Y!
We had a good time and we met some wildlife:

And ran away from some other wildlife (whilst wishing I’d packed the telephoto lens):

We learned that we shouldn’t play with fire, handled forest fire tools, tried MRE food that the Forest Service eats during fires, caught insects, saw a movie about Saguaros, learned to saddle a mule and a horse, hunted for toads… it was a great expedition.


Paige and I made Daddy and Daughter cookies for the dance tonight. Richard and Paige learned the swing and Paige wore her pretty white dress. The bald daddy cookies make me smile.
There are some special days in the life of a Ross child: Birthdays, baptism day, the first day of school, and then there’s
Timothy has reached that milestone. The book is tattered and coming apart. We glued and taped it together and embarked on the biggest reading pleasure in this young reader’s life.

“Hooray!” Mom cheered.
Timothy beamed.
Then Mom said, “You should write about this in your journal!”

Do you remember your first fat chapter book?
Here’s to that special day for Timothy!
(Applause)