More Holiness Give Me: Appreciation for Husband, Sunday, the 45th

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Appreciation for Husband, Sunday, the 45th

Ah Ha! I caught him!!!! He is having fun!!!! See the proof?????

Oh, okay...he looks a little bit in pain here....

but in this one... a genuine laugh!

Corey HATES social events.

Hates them as much as I hate that NO ONE (but the one cool kid in the family, Nathan) will eat Spanish Olives with me. I seriously have a little love affair with Spanish Olives. They are delectable!

One time when Corey was unemployed he went to Sun Valley for two weeks to run a computer store. It was a trial job to see if Corey would like it and if it would like Corey.

Let me just say....it did not like Corey.

When he came home for the weekend he looked weird. His face was all wrinkly. I said to him, "What is wrong with your face, you have new wrinkles or something..."

Exasperated but humored he said it was because he had to smile so much and be friendly to all the customers and his face was tired from it. He was exhausted from all the niceness. Needless to say, he didn't accept the job. Ha ha.

Anyway....I asked nicely if Corey would go to a party (I quit forcing him like 15 years ago) and he said yes. We went to a friend's house for pie and games. And I appreciated it so much because when he won't go, I feel weird going without him and I miss out on lots of friendships.

Also, he said he would go again to another party tomorrow night! Score!

Thanks, Corey.

1 comment:

Susan said...: Nancy Chamberlain said... Way to go Corey!
Amy Kalakay Ward said...My, oh my....isn't Corey just becoming a little social butterfly!
Corey Nielsen said... This all will end soon and I'll go back to my cave.
C. Kent Chamberlain said...Caves are usually scented by droppings from flying rodents. Doesn't seem as good as perfumed people, but to each his own alone.
Melanie Lynn Shirling said...Sweet! Jeffery gets that same pained look on his face when I mention anything to do with any kind of gathering...; April 8, 2016 at 12:12 PM

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I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails.I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp.I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children.I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden.I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder.I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived." — Marjorie Pay Hinckley

When the real history of mankind is fully disclosed, will it feature the echoes of gunfire or the shaping sound of lullabies? The great armistices made by military men or the peacemaking of women in homes and in neighborhoods? Will what happened in cradles and kitchens prove to be more controlling than what happened in congresses? When the surf of the centuries has made the great pyramids so much sand, the everlasting family will be standing, because it is a celestial institution, formed outside telestial time. The women of God know this. --Neal A. Maxwell

I know it is long but it is life altering!

C.S. Lewis- Meanwhile the cross comes before the crown and tomorrow is a Monday morning...It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you can talk to may one day be a creature which, if you say it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. But it is immortals who we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendours. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of the kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have from the outset, taken each other seriously - no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption, and our charity must be a real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner - no mere tolerance, or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment. Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses."

"Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are course; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fotune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity." Margaret D. Naduald

" Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. -Nelson Mandela-

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Sunday, December 19, 2010

Appreciation for Husband, Sunday, the 45th

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