Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
Our ward had a primary activity at the temple last weekend.
I forgot my camera, but managed to steal a few pictures from a friend. Thanks Michelle!
Here are four beautiful things in life: muffins, friends, dressed-up kids, and temple grounds.
This is most of our primary. Nice and small. And mostly well-behaved!
After sitting relatively still for at least a thousand pictures, the kids were ready to see the grounds.
The temple president took them on an outside tour, and told them the prophet wanted every child to touch the temple. The girls touched the wall right outside the bride's room, then the boys took a turn, too.
Afterwards, the kids all said that was their favorite part. It gave them a warm feeling.
The president gave each of them a card with the Orlando Temple on the outside, and they traced their hand on the inside, then wrote the date. It was a special day.
We appreciate the primary presidency, who made it happen!
Posted by gaylene at 12:13 PM
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
They were trained by the best in the field.
They learned how to gather intelligence, crack codes, and shadow bad guys.
They may look cute as spies, but don't hire them.
Here's the scoop.
My favorite dress went missing.
It was a dark and stormy night.
We moved across the country, and the dress disappeared.
Vanished. Vamoose. Hasta la Vista.
You get the picture.
So I hire these guys to find it.
They're cute as spies. I thought they could get the job done.
They were my only hope.
I said I'd pay them the big bucks, because the dress had sentimental value.
I needed to get it back.
They put on their dark glasses, hats, and shirts.
They pulled out their notebooks and magnifying glasses.
They searched for months.
The clues they found led them to believe, and I quote,
"A 16 year old guy came and took it, and now it's in Iraq."
I gave up.
The dress was gone.
I couldn't afford a ticket to Iraq.
This morning, I caught Chris holding my dress.
Turns out, it was in his sock drawer the whole time.
Turns out, you don't need to wear a lot of black socks
when you live in a swamp.
Those cute spies?
Posted by gaylene at 5:40 AM