Seeing that it is Sunday I thought we should post something a little more "Sundayish." Jordan wrote this little explanation about what the Book of Mormon is, what its purpose is, and how we as LDS people use it.
The Book of Mormon is a book of scripture that testifies of Jesus. It is similar to the Bible, and supports the Bible's teachings about God, Jesus Christ, their mercy, love, and teachings. The Book of Mormon does not seek to replace the Bible. In fact, the LDS Church uses the Book of Mormon in conjunction with the Bible. The Book of Mormon also tells of a people who lived in the ancient Americas, and of Christ's visit to them after his resurrection. We believe that Jesus Christ is Lord and God of all people on the Earth, and that He visited others besides those living in Jerusalem and that area of the world. The Book of Mormon gives us testimony and teachings about Jesus Christ. I love the Book of Mormon. It has helped me be a better person and a better disciple of Christ.
I would also like to say that I believe the Book of Mormon is scripture. Many people find this strange, and all I can say is - I know. Before I read the Book of Mormon for the first time I believed it was a false set of scripture written by Joseph Smith in order to deceive people. After spending a whole year reading it though, my opinion changed. I learned that the teachings in the Book of Mormon are teachings of Christ, that support and confirm his teachings in the Bible. But don't take my word for it. One of my biggest pet peeves is when people blindly trust others' perceptions. If you want to find out if Dickens' extensive use of imagery is just plain sentimental or if it is a genius literary skill - then go read A Tale of Two Cities. If you want to know if Jacob or Edward is hotter, then go read Twilight. If you want to find out if the Book of Mormon is scripture or not - then read it!
Don't take anyone else's word as fact. You have the responsibility to find out for yourself. Cause I doubt at the judgement bar you can say "Well, so and so told me it would be okay to steal from that person, or spread lies about this person." And then Christ will respond with, "Oh, that's okay. I understand, you were misinformed." He'd probably be more likely to say, "So and so isn't responsible for your ignorance, you should have read the ten commandments for yourself." (Except in a more loving way I am sure.)
So there is my mind for you. Take it or leave it.
If I have offended anyone, well then I am very sorry. It was not my intention.
Happy Sunday! And in the words of my wonderful mother, "If you remember anything at all, remember this - Jesus loves you."
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Sunday, October 10, 2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Blah
Today was not the best day.
Jo cried for most of the day. (She is going through a purple period). And I cried for some of it too. (I'm going through a period of my own too). But as alway, Jordan was a dear. He rocked Jo and showed the most enduring patience with her, and then he petted my hair and let me cry for awhile too. Probably not what he wanted to do with his day off. But that is what a good man does, he uses his one free day out of the week and takes care of his family before thinking of himself. (He is currently washing the dishes.) Talk about husband of the year.
We did go to the Homecoming Parade this morning. They were handing out free blue pancakes. They were supposed to be in the shape of a cougar, but they ended up looking more like a hybrid of Chucky, (the murderous doll), and Mickey Mouse. They were a little scary, but nothing can keep me from a pancake. Even if it does look moldy and and somewhat demonic. I ate 4.5 to tell the truth.
I did see some celebraties. Our good friend Ron made an appearance with the drum line, Shaun and Lanette were on the adoption float, I knew a few dancers, and I told President Samuelson that we love him. : ) I had been invited to participate through the Honors Program, but I chose pancakes over a few minutes of glorious fame and a free t-shirt. It paid off too; I won a 2 litre of rootbeer from Brick Oven because I cheered for them so loud. Later Jordan told me I was a little embarassing. He is easily embarassed though, and really, I am nothing compared to my sister Marissa. She gets so excited I'm surprised she hasn't been arrested for disturbance of the public peace yet. Although, you do have to admire that kind of energy in a woman of 25. My perception of embarassing parade behavior is a little skewed.
All in all, it was a good day, it had a few down points, but Jordan kept us going, like he always does. And I couldn't ask for a better man.
Jo cried for most of the day. (She is going through a purple period). And I cried for some of it too. (I'm going through a period of my own too). But as alway, Jordan was a dear. He rocked Jo and showed the most enduring patience with her, and then he petted my hair and let me cry for awhile too. Probably not what he wanted to do with his day off. But that is what a good man does, he uses his one free day out of the week and takes care of his family before thinking of himself. (He is currently washing the dishes.) Talk about husband of the year.
We did go to the Homecoming Parade this morning. They were handing out free blue pancakes. They were supposed to be in the shape of a cougar, but they ended up looking more like a hybrid of Chucky, (the murderous doll), and Mickey Mouse. They were a little scary, but nothing can keep me from a pancake. Even if it does look moldy and and somewhat demonic. I ate 4.5 to tell the truth.
I did see some celebraties. Our good friend Ron made an appearance with the drum line, Shaun and Lanette were on the adoption float, I knew a few dancers, and I told President Samuelson that we love him. : ) I had been invited to participate through the Honors Program, but I chose pancakes over a few minutes of glorious fame and a free t-shirt. It paid off too; I won a 2 litre of rootbeer from Brick Oven because I cheered for them so loud. Later Jordan told me I was a little embarassing. He is easily embarassed though, and really, I am nothing compared to my sister Marissa. She gets so excited I'm surprised she hasn't been arrested for disturbance of the public peace yet. Although, you do have to admire that kind of energy in a woman of 25. My perception of embarassing parade behavior is a little skewed.
All in all, it was a good day, it had a few down points, but Jordan kept us going, like he always does. And I couldn't ask for a better man.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Comments from a Horrible and Regretful Cyclist
Good Morning World!!!
We woke up late today, and by late I mean 7am. Which meant that I did not have time to get myself ready, feed Jo, and prepare lunches before Jordan had to be at work. Most times he just goes late, but today he is going to a meeting about ISYS research during his lunch break. So he can't just skip it and make up for the time lost in the morning.
As a result of all this, I was not able to go to my 9am spinning class. I am somewhat conflicted about this outcome. On the one hand, I saved myself an hour of pure torture. On the other hand, I know I will miss that satisfying moment when I get off the bike and say "I did it! I survived! My legs feel like jello, my brain is all a fuzz, and my arms are shaking - but I did not surrender! I fought a good fight!"
Granted my good fights are pathetic compared to everyone else in the class.
The woman who is 6 months pregnant and cycles next to me can go twice as fast, and everyone else in the class can go twice as fast as her. I won't even talk about my teacher.
They have a poster of Lance Armstrong on the wall and all I can think is "his life must be continual pain." How anyone can spend their lives cycling is beyond me. Any more than three hours a week and I would be suicidal.
Everyone else comes into the class with big smiles on their faces, all wet from just finishing their swim training. And they cheer during class! Yes, CHEER!! I mean we will have just finished two minutes of power-jumps, (if you don't know what those are, count your blessings), and then the teacher screams into the microphone, "Keep it up! Don't let yourself fall behind" and the whole class responds with "WooHoo! Yeah!" One woman even claps sometimes.
What do I do? I practice self-control. Not in making myself work harder, oh no, by that point I can't even feel my legs anymore. I practice self-control by trying not to think evil thoughts about my smiling, perfectly skinny, teacher. Who somehow has her hair softly flowing down her smooth slender shoulders. Doesn't this woman ever sweat?
When I glance up at the clock (this takes a lot of effort) and see there are still ten minutes of class I feel like crying. I want to get off my bike and crawl out of the room. But I can't do this. I can't let my teacher, miss Cylcist Barbie, win. I refuse to give her the satisfaction.
So I keep cycling, as fast as I can, which is rather slow really. And I loathingly listen as the two girls in front of me start talking about the marathon they ran on Saturday.
Cyclist 1: "How do you think you did?"
Cyclist 2: "I did okay. I wasn't really trying this time. I just signed up for fun."
Cyclist 1: "Yeah, those are the best marathons. When you just do it to relax and get outside."
I hold my breath to keep myself from puking all over her Utah County Triathlon shirt. But then I realize I am getting dizzy, I've lost the ability to hear, and am slowly falling to the left. I quickly take two deep breaths to keep from completely passing out and take another peek at the clock. Eight minutes left!!!! You've gotta be kidding me!!
After a millenium, (and not the fun kind when Christ will rule the earth. Pretty sure cycling classes will be banned during that one) class is finally over. Everyone else gets off their bike (Cyclist Barbie springs off with a cheerful smile on her sweat-free face). They all begin to stretch and act all chummy. I just sit on my bike staring at the handle bars. I'm afraid that if I try and clamber off I will fall over because me feet are numb.
Once everyone has left I stumble off my bike and stare at Jo sitting in her carseat. I grab the handle with both hands and literally drag her out of the classroom. I collapse on a couch in the hallway. Still breathing heavily.
Then something miraculous happens. Then comes that moment of pure satisfaction - "I did it! I survived! My legs feel like jello, my brain is all a fuzz, and my arms are shaking - but I did not surrender! I fought a good fight!"
And I can go throughout the rest of my day feeling like a champion. No matter how bad dinner tastes, no matter how long it takes me to find the right flavor of ice-cream at the grocery store, no matter how dirty the floors are, or how fussy Jo is. I did not give up, I did not back down. I survived spinning!! And that is really saying something.
We woke up late today, and by late I mean 7am. Which meant that I did not have time to get myself ready, feed Jo, and prepare lunches before Jordan had to be at work. Most times he just goes late, but today he is going to a meeting about ISYS research during his lunch break. So he can't just skip it and make up for the time lost in the morning.
As a result of all this, I was not able to go to my 9am spinning class. I am somewhat conflicted about this outcome. On the one hand, I saved myself an hour of pure torture. On the other hand, I know I will miss that satisfying moment when I get off the bike and say "I did it! I survived! My legs feel like jello, my brain is all a fuzz, and my arms are shaking - but I did not surrender! I fought a good fight!"
Granted my good fights are pathetic compared to everyone else in the class.
The woman who is 6 months pregnant and cycles next to me can go twice as fast, and everyone else in the class can go twice as fast as her. I won't even talk about my teacher.
They have a poster of Lance Armstrong on the wall and all I can think is "his life must be continual pain." How anyone can spend their lives cycling is beyond me. Any more than three hours a week and I would be suicidal.
Everyone else comes into the class with big smiles on their faces, all wet from just finishing their swim training. And they cheer during class! Yes, CHEER!! I mean we will have just finished two minutes of power-jumps, (if you don't know what those are, count your blessings), and then the teacher screams into the microphone, "Keep it up! Don't let yourself fall behind" and the whole class responds with "WooHoo! Yeah!" One woman even claps sometimes.
What do I do? I practice self-control. Not in making myself work harder, oh no, by that point I can't even feel my legs anymore. I practice self-control by trying not to think evil thoughts about my smiling, perfectly skinny, teacher. Who somehow has her hair softly flowing down her smooth slender shoulders. Doesn't this woman ever sweat?
When I glance up at the clock (this takes a lot of effort) and see there are still ten minutes of class I feel like crying. I want to get off my bike and crawl out of the room. But I can't do this. I can't let my teacher, miss Cylcist Barbie, win. I refuse to give her the satisfaction.
So I keep cycling, as fast as I can, which is rather slow really. And I loathingly listen as the two girls in front of me start talking about the marathon they ran on Saturday.
Cyclist 1: "How do you think you did?"
Cyclist 2: "I did okay. I wasn't really trying this time. I just signed up for fun."
Cyclist 1: "Yeah, those are the best marathons. When you just do it to relax and get outside."
I hold my breath to keep myself from puking all over her Utah County Triathlon shirt. But then I realize I am getting dizzy, I've lost the ability to hear, and am slowly falling to the left. I quickly take two deep breaths to keep from completely passing out and take another peek at the clock. Eight minutes left!!!! You've gotta be kidding me!!
After a millenium, (and not the fun kind when Christ will rule the earth. Pretty sure cycling classes will be banned during that one) class is finally over. Everyone else gets off their bike (Cyclist Barbie springs off with a cheerful smile on her sweat-free face). They all begin to stretch and act all chummy. I just sit on my bike staring at the handle bars. I'm afraid that if I try and clamber off I will fall over because me feet are numb.
Once everyone has left I stumble off my bike and stare at Jo sitting in her carseat. I grab the handle with both hands and literally drag her out of the classroom. I collapse on a couch in the hallway. Still breathing heavily.
Then something miraculous happens. Then comes that moment of pure satisfaction - "I did it! I survived! My legs feel like jello, my brain is all a fuzz, and my arms are shaking - but I did not surrender! I fought a good fight!"
And I can go throughout the rest of my day feeling like a champion. No matter how bad dinner tastes, no matter how long it takes me to find the right flavor of ice-cream at the grocery store, no matter how dirty the floors are, or how fussy Jo is. I did not give up, I did not back down. I survived spinning!! And that is really saying something.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
My Personal Field of Daffodils
From time to time I experience one of those "Wordsworthian" moments of transcendence. Today it happened after I gave up on taking a nap because Jo was squeaking like a mouse on cocaine who happened to be at a county carnival.
I put Jo in her swing, snuggled her into a blanket and turned on Jordan's Piano Classics CD. I just sat there and watched Jo bat at her toys and chew on her blanket. She cooed when I talked with her, she smiled when I smiled, and we could hear the rain as it gently tapped at her window. In every way it was a perfect moment.
For anyone who does not know, my unfulfilled dream is to travel to London, visit the Lake District, and take a moment to breathe in the scent of Wordsworth's famous daffodil field. There is a study abroad at BYU which does this every Fall, but being married makes this very unpractical. I was deeply disappointed, but life goes on and you get over things.
Although, today I can't help but feeling, that no matter how glorious it would be to visit the home of the Romantic Poets and some of the greatest novelists (Austen and the Brontes) nothing could compare to this moment with my beautiful daughter. Apt 6 has become my own field of Daffodils.
Transcendence comes in unexpected moments. It sweeps you up and forces you to focus on the sublime things still in the world. In many ways it is like hot cocoa for your heart, or a warm cupcake for the soul.
For those of you who do not know who or what poem I am talking about (Shame on you). I have included a copy below.
Wordsworth "Daffodils" - 1804
I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.
P.S. (For anyone who does not yet have a copy of Jordan's CD, I deeply pity you. One may be purchased for $X when contributed to the Camp Family Reunion Fund).
P.S. If you have never read Austen or the Bronte Sisters - get yourself to a library!
I put Jo in her swing, snuggled her into a blanket and turned on Jordan's Piano Classics CD. I just sat there and watched Jo bat at her toys and chew on her blanket. She cooed when I talked with her, she smiled when I smiled, and we could hear the rain as it gently tapped at her window. In every way it was a perfect moment.
For anyone who does not know, my unfulfilled dream is to travel to London, visit the Lake District, and take a moment to breathe in the scent of Wordsworth's famous daffodil field. There is a study abroad at BYU which does this every Fall, but being married makes this very unpractical. I was deeply disappointed, but life goes on and you get over things.
Although, today I can't help but feeling, that no matter how glorious it would be to visit the home of the Romantic Poets and some of the greatest novelists (Austen and the Brontes) nothing could compare to this moment with my beautiful daughter. Apt 6 has become my own field of Daffodils.
Transcendence comes in unexpected moments. It sweeps you up and forces you to focus on the sublime things still in the world. In many ways it is like hot cocoa for your heart, or a warm cupcake for the soul.
For those of you who do not know who or what poem I am talking about (Shame on you). I have included a copy below.
Wordsworth "Daffodils" - 1804
I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.
P.S. (For anyone who does not yet have a copy of Jordan's CD, I deeply pity you. One may be purchased for $X when contributed to the Camp Family Reunion Fund).
P.S. If you have never read Austen or the Bronte Sisters - get yourself to a library!
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Musing for the Day
Today Jordan and I rolled out of bed at 6:30 with very heavy eyelids. Jo had already been crying for quite some time and we could ignore her pleadings no longer. Whenever Jo sees her rescuer she does this odd thing where she begins to smile rather largely but continues crying at the same time. We hope it does not mean she is prone to emotional confusion.
I told Jordan I was too tired to go to the gym, he then encouraged me to stay home, sleep, and eat all day. Which means I ended up going to the gym, running around all day, and eating very little. I have an innate tendency to do exactly the opposite of what I am told. My mother has had a difficult life. I know it is a major flaw, but I cannot help it. It lurks deep within me somewhere and cannot be cured. I have a hopeless case of chronic disobedience.
Jordan was a good little boy and went to work, he always does what he is supposed to. Last Friday when he "skipped" work I was quite surprised. Then he told me he was already scheduled to be out of the office, and that his appointment had been canceled. I knew such a rebellious streak could not have existed behind that innocent red-headed complexion.
Has anyone else noticed that red-heads are either completely good, like Dumbledore (before it turned white), or extremely devilish like Poison-Ivy from Batman?
Anyways, we all fulfilled our respective duties to the tee. Jordan sat in front of a computer punching numbers all day and dreaming of PhD school. I got all excited about a show on campus and then canceled because it was raining and I didn't want Jo to get wet on the long walk. And Jo cried, pooped, slept, and giggled until she got the hiccups. I would say, of the three of us, Jo is the most talented.
Sometimes I sit back and wonder how I landed here. A successful and loving husband, who supports us not only monetarily but in every way. An adorable baby who keeps me on my feet. And a wonderful home filled with hundreds of books and a very well-played piano.
All in all, life is good. Who could ask for more?
I told Jordan I was too tired to go to the gym, he then encouraged me to stay home, sleep, and eat all day. Which means I ended up going to the gym, running around all day, and eating very little. I have an innate tendency to do exactly the opposite of what I am told. My mother has had a difficult life. I know it is a major flaw, but I cannot help it. It lurks deep within me somewhere and cannot be cured. I have a hopeless case of chronic disobedience.
Jordan was a good little boy and went to work, he always does what he is supposed to. Last Friday when he "skipped" work I was quite surprised. Then he told me he was already scheduled to be out of the office, and that his appointment had been canceled. I knew such a rebellious streak could not have existed behind that innocent red-headed complexion.
Has anyone else noticed that red-heads are either completely good, like Dumbledore (before it turned white), or extremely devilish like Poison-Ivy from Batman?
Anyways, we all fulfilled our respective duties to the tee. Jordan sat in front of a computer punching numbers all day and dreaming of PhD school. I got all excited about a show on campus and then canceled because it was raining and I didn't want Jo to get wet on the long walk. And Jo cried, pooped, slept, and giggled until she got the hiccups. I would say, of the three of us, Jo is the most talented.
Sometimes I sit back and wonder how I landed here. A successful and loving husband, who supports us not only monetarily but in every way. An adorable baby who keeps me on my feet. And a wonderful home filled with hundreds of books and a very well-played piano.
All in all, life is good. Who could ask for more?
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Adventures from the last month or so
First, we had Jo's blessing on September 5th. We were so lucky to have good family come into town to support us and Jo. She looked so cute in both her white dresses! (one for the blessing, one for the social afterwards). Jo's grandma Mary made her blessing dress many years ago for her babies to be baptized in. Jo is the 8th one to use it.
Another exciting adventure we had was to go to my sister Andrea's wedding to Ivica Marinovic down in St. George. They are such a cute and fun couple and we had a great time being down there for their wedding.
Last, but not least, we got to go down to Kanab for my Grandpa's 90th birthday party! He is such a fun guy. We love him so much and are glad we got to spend time with him and honor his great life. We had a thanksgiving-style dinner and some funny entertainment, too!
Another exciting adventure we had was to go to my sister Andrea's wedding to Ivica Marinovic down in St. George. They are such a cute and fun couple and we had a great time being down there for their wedding. Last, but not least, we got to go down to Kanab for my Grandpa's 90th birthday party! He is such a fun guy. We love him so much and are glad we got to spend time with him and honor his great life. We had a thanksgiving-style dinner and some funny entertainment, too!Sunday, August 8, 2010
Play, play, play
Playing is all we have been doing recently. Again, I'm too lazy to take the time to upload pictures to Blogger since they are all on Facebook. Anyone not on Facebook write a comment and I can send you a link to pictures of our adventures.
We had a great time going to Shaun and Lanette's Harry Potter birthday party on July 31st. We are all nerdy HP fanatics! hehehe. We dressed up Jo as a baby mandrake plant, Kayleen went as Hermione, and I went as the Harry Potter 7 book. Thanks to Tricia for helping with the costumes! It was fun.
This weekend we had the Camp family reunion in Salt Lake, as well as a bridal shower for my sister Andrea. It was a lot of fun to just see and chat with the Camp side of the family. And I got to go mini-golfing with Bradley and Ivica (Ivica won). Anyway, we are just playing the summer away. Next weekend we will be back down in Enterprise for another bridal shower, the next weekend for Andrea and Ivica's wedding. We will be celebrating our two year anniversary soon, and then have family coming from all over for Jo's blessing at church.
One of these days we will settle down..... or not. :)
Sunday, August 1, 2010
24th Weekend
We had a great time celebrating the 24th of July with my family down in Enterprise / St. George. (For those not from Utah, July 24th is a state holiday celebrating the founding of our state by the Mormon pioneers). We got to see my mom's new place and go swimming with Heidi, Trevor, and Kelson, and hang out with Rebekah, Andrea, and Ivica, too!
Of course I was lame and didn't really take many pictures. There is a cute one of Jo with her aunts but I haven't uploaded it yet. Anyway, it was a fun weekend. We are so thankful to have family closeby to celebrate special occasions with.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Jo's Story and Reflections on being a papa
Note: To see more pictures of Jo, comment on the post or email me and I can send a link to our Facebook album)
Being a papa is so amazing. My baby, Josephine Rose Barlow, was born on June 24th, 2010. The whole experience was wonderful, and I could never hope to come close to describing in a blog post. But I thought I would try.
Jo was born one day after her due date. Kayleen had not been progressing (as far as dilation, etc.) in over a week, and so the doctor suggested that it would be okay to induce her on Thursday morning the 24th. We felt good about this decision and were excited to finally know when our baby would be here.
We drove to Orem Community Hospital at 6:15 a.m. We were tired, but too excited and a little nervous to notice. The hospital experience was wonderful--nice rooms, good environment, great nurses. They got Kayleen an IV first thing and started the pitocin to induce labor. A few hours later Kayleen got an epidural and the doctor broke her water. She still didn't progress until the middle of the afternoon, but we enjoyed the day together just watching movies, reading books, taking naps, etc. It really was a relaxing day (and a nice break from being at work!). Our moms were both there throughout parts of the day, which was also fun. Kayleen's mom Mary stayed at our house for a few weeks while visiting from Minnesota, which was great. She spoiled us and Jo so much! We really were so lucky to have her there with us. Anyway, we chatted with them through the afternoon and evening.
Finally around 4 p.m. Kayleen was starting to dilate more. We got more and more excited that our baby would be here soon. I think Kayleen was the calmest out out everyone in the room, even at 10 cm dilated and ready to push. It really was so nice that everything went so smoothly for us, and labor was not bad for Kayleen. Jo was born at 10:09 p.m. I will always remember her first little scream that brought tears to my eyes, and then holding her for the first time. She was and is so beautiful and perfect.
Kayleen and I love little Jo with all our hearts. She can be a handful sometimes, but she is worth it. Being a parent is truly indescribable. We have been so lucky to have such a perfect and beautiful little baby to call us parents.
Barlow family
This is my favorite picture of Kayleen and Jo. I love them both so much!!!!
Monday, June 7, 2010
Springtime Adventures
Here are some pictures of some adventures we have had this Spring. We have gone to Thanksgiving Point Gardens twice. We went to my work's Spring Retreat in Midway for a weekend. And we went to the zoo! The warmer weather has been really nice. And it's nice to be out of school and have a full-time income, too. Enjoy!
These owls were actually at the waterfall at the gardens. This is not a picture from the zoo. :)
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