My Favorite Three...

I just wanted to let Melissa, Lisa, and Smee know how much I adore them...even though I don't even know them personally, in the flesh!! They have encouraged me and helped me through some rough times more than they will ever know...Just by their comments they have left, or something they may have posted on their blogs...I am a better person by knowing them...or..."reading" them!

I submitted an article, totally different than what I had expected...I will let you know the "when" and "where." I appreciate "the three's" efforts in getting people to reply to my question...Please feel free to answer the question, if you like...I would love to hear more replies...

xo Yolanda


A Question for You...

I have been asked to do an article for a friend of mine, for a magazine she works for. The article has to do with the question:

"Who is the woman that has been the greatest influence on you?"

If you would PLEASE answer this question for me...just by names and their relation or connection to you...and getting ALL your FEMALE friends to answer...I will tell you WHEN and WHERE it will be published, so you can see the part you played in my "creation." ( I won't be quoting names or resources....I am solely interested in your answer to the question...)

(Unfortunately, this "creation" has a deadline of "a couple of days..."HASTE my friends...HASTE!)

Thanks in advance...Melissa...Lisa...Smee......PLEASE get all your friends who blog to answer?!


Meme for Melissa

Okay Melissa...Here you go...

A) Four jobs I have had in my life:
1) Lagoon Amusement Park Division Coordinator...Yup...I was one of the "important" people walking around with a radio, and telling everyone what to do...I actually learned a TON about management (I was a coordinator over all the employees who worked the rides, and the lifeguards at the water-park), guest services (yelling at people who spit off the sky-ride), and working under pressure (power failures, gang knifing, people killed on rides, having drunk people yell at you, cougars killing their mates as the Wild Kingdom Train passes by...) PLUS, this job paid for my first two years of college ( I worked 40-50 hour weeks)
2) Retail Manager of the Women's, Intimate, Men's, Children's, SHOES, and Home Fashions. I was there for 6 years, and two babies. I don't think I would EVER work retail again...EVERY holiday, day before the holiday, the day after the holiday, you are working. And by the time I put in all the hours I needed to do my job, my "salary" was actually getting me minimum wage ( okay, I'm exaggerating...but not by much!!)
3) Janitor of a MLM company's building...My husband were newly married, and we thought this would be an "easy" night time gig that would only take 2-3 hours a night, and bring in some extra income. WELL...after my mop knocking over a huge vase in the foyer, picking up rancid leftovers on desks, and managing not to hurl every time I cleaned the men's room. REALLY...are men really this disgusting? It looked like toddlers learning how to go potty, times 100. I cleaned up smeared sh** on one of the toilets once...How can you NOT notice that? Needless to say, we quit after about a month. (I'm surprised we lasted that long!)
4) Museum Docent at the BYU Museum of Art during their first exhibit..."The Etruscans"...which equated into "big whoop." Instead of getting King Tut, or some other legendary exhibit to show the opening year, they choose a group of people that even I did not enjoy (they existed before, and slightly around the time of the Greeks...which are MUCH more interesting...See places I would rather be...) as an Art History major. But, it was fun to direct and show people all the exhibits...it just wasn't THAT fun! (Oh, might I add that it was a VOLUNTEER job...as many of the positions were at the museum...Heaven forbid BYU to actually PAY a struggling student...I cringed every time I get an alumni letter asking for money--all mine was given for my education!)

B) Four movies I would watch over and over:
1) "The Chronicles of Riddick"---Vin Diesel ROCKS!!
2) "50 First Dates"--I usually hate Adam Sandler movies, but I ADORE this story-line and the concept of making someone fall in love with you every day...
3) "A Beautiful Mind"--Russell Crowe was robbed of an Oscar that year! (they feebly tried to make up for it by giving it to him for "Gladiator" the next year...)
4) "The Village"--Not so much for the story line, or the supposed "shocker," but because of the unmentionable love between Ivy and Lucius, which is shown by subtle actions like holding a hand...sitting on a porch (the BEST scene!!) or complete silence. (Plus it doesn't hurt that Joaquin Phoenix is the lead...)
5) I had to add this last one, which is actually one of my top 3 favorite films...but it is not one that I could watch over and over because I sob when I see it...it's "A Beautiful Life." It's an amazing story of the strength and love of a father, who is trying to make a horrendous situation livable for his son...Bring tissues!

C) Four places I have lived:
1) Chula Vista, California (on border of California by Tijuana)
2) Fort Collins, Colorado
3) Spokane, Washington
4) Farmington, Utah
5) ...but I was "made" in Japan!!

D) Four TV shows I love to watch:
1) "The Office"--ADDICTED!
2) "Grey's Anatomy"--I BAWLED when Denny died
3) "Prison Break"--Something my husband "made" me watch one night, and we are now anxiously awaiting the Season Premiere on Monday!!
4) "The King of Queens"--9pm week nights, on channel 12, I watch any re-run, and try to catch the new episodes when I can.

E) Four places I have been on vacation:
1) Los Gatos, California--We would visit my father's parents. They lived on this huge hill, with a winding dirt road that took you to the top where you saw an old, Spanish-style villa, barns, cows, chickens, rabbits, and alligator lizards. It was a pretty run-down place, but it had MAGIC nestled within it. My Grandpa would swing us on the huge swing he put in a tree, situated over a bluff...You would soar out over the edge, looking down into the valley. There was always "Juicy Fruit" gum available, as well as "Gummy" treats--bears, worms, etc. The BEST thing was my Grandpa's popcorn with his "secret" seasoning. He never would tell us what was in it, but it was a taste so magnificent, yet indescribable. We all thought that he would live forever, so when he passed away of a heart attack suddenly, it happened before anyone was able to get the recipe out of him!!
2) Santa Cruz, California. We would go to the boardwalk which has amusement rides and shops, and then, take two steps and be on the beach!! I would take fresh lemons from my uncles lemon tree, and put it on my hair to make it blonder. We would end the day by going to the "rifle booth," and seeing who could shoot the most points.
3) Tremonton, Utah--We would visit my other set of grandparents, and they were FUN!! My grandfather owned a horse farm, so we could always count on him for rides on the Shetland pony, Black Diamond, and then when we were older, the quarterhorse, Candyjola. My grandmother is where I get my..."use" of colorful language...She has soft, red hair, which perfectly matches the fire in her heart! Plus, she always gave us sips of her Pepsi light (we weren't allowed to drink caffeine)
4) Disneyland, via my husband's business trips...I went for my first time 2 years ago!

F) Websites I visit daily: (or semi-weekly)
1) other's Blogs
2) Bank
3) check my own blog to see if anyone is listening
4) Fandango (twice a month)

G ) Four of my favorite foods:
1) Sushi at the "Happy Sumo", with edamame.
2) Matcha Green Tea Blast at "Jamba Juice."
3) The Onion Rings at "Good Wood," SERIOUSLY the best!
4) a cold Route 44 Diet Vanilla Coke from Sonic! It's hilarious to see all the moms pulling into Sonic for a drink before the kids come home!

H) Four places I would rather be right now:
1) Out of debt.
2) In my new house..hopefully coming by September 2007! When we DO get in our new house, we WILL have ALL of our debt paid off...So I REALLY want...
3) ...To be signing the closing papers of selling our current home, for the price we picked.
4) On a beach (Greece), on a lounger, with my husband, watching my kids play in the surf, looking at the Parthenon in the distance!!

Sorry...but I'm not into "chain letters", send "five emails to five friends" type of gal! But know that I LOVE reading about all of you, and hope you now know me a little better!


Tears with Harold

I was a junior at BYU, and was behind in a reading assignment for one of my humanities classes. I had put it off for a few days, and in the next hour, I was to have an extensive quiz on it's contents. I wasn't too worried, in that I had read bits and pieces before, and I new of it's noted place it had in the world of modern orations. What I had no idea of, was the emotional connection I would feel as I sat, in the Harold B. Lee library, holding an old and used copy of the speech, with tears streaming down my face, my heart pounding, and my soul illuminated...

Martin Luther King, Jr.: "I Have a Dream"

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.

We cannot turn back.

There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by a sign stating: "For Whites Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."¹

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I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:

My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.

Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.

Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that:

Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

Free at last! Free at last!

Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!

This is a declaration for all backgrounds who have felt the tyranny of racism...Mormon, Jewish, African, Irish, Iranian, and all that cannot be contained in a list on this page...For our religious freedoms that allow us to worship as we choose. To be able to raise my children with compassion and integrity, and to not be bound by the gags of race and hate.

I am grateful for this day of tribute, and reflection...For the tears that splattered on that worn copy of manuscript...Because it is truly a celebration of ALL.


Beginnings of the New Year thru Webster

Welcome to my world!!

Here are some of the highlights of the past week...

uterine: u·ter·ine -adj.

1. Of, relating to, or in the region of the uterus: the uterine canal; uterine contractions.
2. Having the same mother but different fathers.
3. Being enclosed and dark; womblike.

ablation: ab·la·tion –noun
1. the removal, esp. of organs, abnormal growths, or harmful substances, from the body by
mechanical means, as by surgery.
2. the reduction in volume of glacial ice, snow, or névé by the combined processes of melting,
evaporation, and calving. Compare alimentation (def. 3).
3. Aerospace. erosion of the protective outer surface (ablator) of a spacecraft or missile due
to the aerodynamic heating caused by travel at hypersonic speed during reentry through the

Per·co·cet: trademark
Function: used for a preparation of acetaminophen and the hydrochloride of oxycodone

depression: de·pres·sion –noun
1. the act of depressing.
2. the state of being depressed.
3. a depressed or sunken place or part; an area lower than the surrounding surface.
4. sadness; gloom; dejection.
5. Psychiatry. a condition of general emotional dejection and withdrawal; sadness greater
and more prolonged than that warranted by any objective reason. Compare clinical depression.
6. dullness or inactivity, as of trade.
7. Economics. a period during which business, employment, and stock-market values decline
severely or remain at a very low level of activity.
8. the Depression. Great Depression.
9. Pathology. a low state of vital powers or functional activity.
10. Astronomy. the angular distance of a celestial body below the horizon; negative altitude.
11. Surveying. the angle between the line from an observer or instrument to an object below
either of them and a horizontal line.
12. Physical Geography. an area completely or mostly surrounded by higher land, ordinarily
having interior drainage and not conforming to the valley of a single stream.
13. Meteorology. an area of low atmospheric pressure.

goal: (—Synonyms) 1. target; purpose, object, objective, intent, intention. 2. finish.

My New Year’s goal is not to have my body defeat me!! I will run, laugh, and be joyous again, and flip-off all that try to stop me!! (I wish I could say that last part was the percocet talking...but language is NOT on the list this year...)

To all of you who feel life can get insurmountable, and that things will never change, this goal is dedicated to you, to me, and to anyone who struggles! I pray we all grow from our trials, and that through them, grow into the people we cannot even begin to think we are!


I am not a Dixie plate

Do you remember the commercials about Dixie plates? How they are strong enough to hold ANY amount of food stacked or piled on them? Well, my friends, I have found that I am no longer a Dixie plate...

I am always the one who people turn to for help, advice, safety, confidence, confession, and digging people out of the ditches they find themselves in. I am the child who is never doted upon, because my parents know that I can take care of myself. I am the employee who gets all the crap departments, because my boss knows that I will fix them. I am the daughter who is called to "fix" her sibling, who has fallen away. I am the typcial mother, who is never suppose to get sick, show weakness, fatigue, or lose their temper, all amid never faltering at having a smile upon her face, while keeping home and hearth functioning.

Lately I feel like I am not the Dixie plate I use to be...but merely the generic, white, paper plate, where no matter how many you layer together, you will still manage to lose half your food, and have things seep into the layers of paper, leaving BBQ sause stains on your clean white t-shirt. I use to LOVE being "the one who could fix it,"and gladly took on helping after helping of issues. But, it seems as if I might need to be humbled into realizing that in reality, NO ONE is a Dixie plate, and that it is truly this juggling act that helps us to realize what we are amazingly capable of.

So here I am...With my soaked layers of paper plate, trying to hold together family, husband, children, friends, callings, a body that once was so fit and healthy that is slowly leading me down paths I never thought I would have to entertain at 36 (happy birthday to me! december 31st) hysterectomy? kidney and thryroid function? yucky meds? FATIGUE that keeps me literally thinking of bed ALL DAY?!

But at the same time that I write this, I am wonderfully aware of all my blessings...My cute kids who amaze me each day with their spirits and light that fills me up...My husband who lets me sleep in when the meds and stress kick in, and I am absolutely no good, and he knows it!...My best friend, who I can tell anything to, and who is so much a balancing "ying" to my "yang" that we are perfectly matched (and she STILL loves me after all is said, and done)...but most of all, to my Father in Heaven, who listens to me yell, scream, grieve, struggle, cry, complain, and wonder, and still gave me His Son, who has gone through ALL things for ME.

I LOVED Melissa's resolution to just take things one day at a time...Because when your plate is not a Dixie, life can get a little overwhelming!