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Thursday, October 27, 2011
Warning, this post is interactive!
I was asked to share some of my Christmas traditions at our next Relief Society evening and it got me thinking about the many traditions from growing up as well as the new traditions of having my own family. What are your favorite (and least favorite) holiday traditions?
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Spa Night
Tonight at mutual (my last night=so sad!!! ) there was a spa night for the beehives. We had a great time! My pictures aren't the best quality, but still capture the essence of the evening. Shannon made these cute water bottles for everyone:
The girls started out with facials, then we gave them hand/arm massages and then they moved on to manicures.
The last 15 or so minutes the girls spend meditating.
A great time was had by all and all of the Beehives were there, plus two friends!
Sunday, October 16, 2011
YW-3-35: Dating Decisions
I stole the cake idea from Mary K. Mullen and the girls LOVED when I revealed what was in the box. I had offered them M&M's and they thought about it for quite a while, but all decided to go for "the box."
I took Little Miss Suzy Q's idea from here and tweaked it to add a summary of the FTSOY Pamphlet to the back like so:
I took Little Miss Suzy Q's idea from here and tweaked it to add a summary of the FTSOY Pamphlet to the back like so:
Here is the handout (print two sided): (PDF)
It turned out great. Sadly, this was my last week in YW. I had a great time in there and love the Beehives. they are so sweet and were so good to me. Today I was offically sustained and set apart as the Relief Society 1st Counselor. Wish me luck!
I gave all of the girls a "thank you" note telling them how grateful I was for their friendship and helping me in my short 3 months in Beehives. I also had picked up some pencils with this year's mutual them on them at our church bookstore so they received those today too.
It turned out great. Sadly, this was my last week in YW. I had a great time in there and love the Beehives. they are so sweet and were so good to me. Today I was offically sustained and set apart as the Relief Society 1st Counselor. Wish me luck!
I gave all of the girls a "thank you" note telling them how grateful I was for their friendship and helping me in my short 3 months in Beehives. I also had picked up some pencils with this year's mutual them on them at our church bookstore so they received those today too.
Friday, October 7, 2011
YW-3-34: Avoiding Dishonesty
I'm having a hard time with how this lesson is put together. I've had a few lessons this past year about honesty and it seems like no one can define honesty without saying what it's not. Just tell me what it IS. And I feel this lesson is all about the negativity. "Avoiding Dishonesty" - isn't that a double negative?! Ok, rant over.
So I do like how Angela Williams re-wrote the lesson (here), except for the last story I'm going to summarize Richard C. Edgley's 2006 General Conference talk like so:
"In 1955, after my freshman year of college, I spent the summer working at the newly opened Jackson Lake Lodge, located in Moran, Wyoming. …After the miracle of arriving home, my father came out and happily greeted me. After a hug and a few pleasantries, he looked into the backseat of the car and saw three Jackson Lake Lodge towels—the kind you cannot buy. With a disappointed look he merely said, “I expected more of you.” I hadn’t thought that what I had done was all that wrong. To me these towels were but a symbol of a full summer’s work at a luxury hotel, a rite of passage. Nevertheless, by taking them I felt I had lost the trust and confidence of my father, and I was devastated. The following weekend I…began the 370-mile (595-km) round trip back to Jackson Lake Lodge to return three towels. My father never asked why I was returning to the lodge, and I never explained. It just didn’t need to be said. This was an expensive and painful lesson on honesty that has stayed with me throughout my life. …Some 30 years ago, while working in the corporate world, some business associates and I were passing through O’Hare Airport in Chicago, Illinois. One of these men had just sold his company for tens of millions of dollars—in other words, he was not poor. As we were passing a newspaper vending machine, this individual put a quarter in the machine, opened the door to the stack of papers inside the machine, and began dispensing unpaid-for newspapers to each of us. When he handed me a newspaper, I put a quarter in the machine and, trying not to offend but to make a point, jokingly said, “Jim, for 25 cents I can maintain my integrity. A dollar, questionable, but 25 cents—no, not for 25 cents.” You see, I remembered well the experience of three towels and a broken-down 1941 Hudson. A few minutes later we passed the same newspaper vending machine. I noticed that Jim had broken away from our group and was stuffing quarters in the vending machine. I tell you this incident not to portray myself as an unusual example of honesty, but only to emphasize the lessons of three towels and a 25-cent newspaper." Time permitting, I'll be using this video: And using this handout by Katie Berrett:
So I do like how Angela Williams re-wrote the lesson (here), except for the last story I'm going to summarize Richard C. Edgley's 2006 General Conference talk like so:
"In 1955, after my freshman year of college, I spent the summer working at the newly opened Jackson Lake Lodge, located in Moran, Wyoming. …After the miracle of arriving home, my father came out and happily greeted me. After a hug and a few pleasantries, he looked into the backseat of the car and saw three Jackson Lake Lodge towels—the kind you cannot buy. With a disappointed look he merely said, “I expected more of you.” I hadn’t thought that what I had done was all that wrong. To me these towels were but a symbol of a full summer’s work at a luxury hotel, a rite of passage. Nevertheless, by taking them I felt I had lost the trust and confidence of my father, and I was devastated. The following weekend I…began the 370-mile (595-km) round trip back to Jackson Lake Lodge to return three towels. My father never asked why I was returning to the lodge, and I never explained. It just didn’t need to be said. This was an expensive and painful lesson on honesty that has stayed with me throughout my life. …Some 30 years ago, while working in the corporate world, some business associates and I were passing through O’Hare Airport in Chicago, Illinois. One of these men had just sold his company for tens of millions of dollars—in other words, he was not poor. As we were passing a newspaper vending machine, this individual put a quarter in the machine, opened the door to the stack of papers inside the machine, and began dispensing unpaid-for newspapers to each of us. When he handed me a newspaper, I put a quarter in the machine and, trying not to offend but to make a point, jokingly said, “Jim, for 25 cents I can maintain my integrity. A dollar, questionable, but 25 cents—no, not for 25 cents.” You see, I remembered well the experience of three towels and a broken-down 1941 Hudson. A few minutes later we passed the same newspaper vending machine. I noticed that Jim had broken away from our group and was stuffing quarters in the vending machine. I tell you this incident not to portray myself as an unusual example of honesty, but only to emphasize the lessons of three towels and a 25-cent newspaper." Time permitting, I'll be using this video: And using this handout by Katie Berrett:
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