Saturday, November 14, 2009
Shopping
Micah, for some reason, took all the 4 older children to the park today and left me to do whatever I wanted with Savannah. I decided I should spend money, becuase that's what women do best, right? I loaded up and went to the mall. I started to get pretty scared when I saw how bad traffic was at the mall and Regency traffic light, but gathered up my courage and decided to continue on. I am a big girl, I can do this! I remember it's Christmas time, so ..... the mall's gonna be packed on a saturday, duh!
I know that I want to go to JCPenny becuase they have the Arizona brand jeans that Micah Jr. and Jonas want. All is going well and I find a good spot to park between two doors that I thought lead into JCPenny. I'm looking around at some Quicksilver t-shirts for the boys when a lady asks me if I need any help. I tell her "Yes," and ask, "Where are the Arizona brand jeans located?" She informs me they don't carry those jeans, but she thinks Sears does. I tell her, "No, JCPenny carries that brand." And she tells me 'good luck' and walks off. I begin to wonder where on earth it is that I am. I continue to shop and wonder where I could be. It must not be JCPenny becuase it is the only department store that has a layout I'm even slightly familar with, wherever I am at for now, I'm just wandering around trying to appear that I know how to shop. You know, do things like find a bargain, care about stuff, and fit in with my environment. By now, I was sweating so I decided to buy something. The Lady rang up my item and put it in a bag. Thank heaven's! I'm in Dillards! The bag just told me so and I never even had to ask!
Somehow, I make it to JCPenny and buy the jeans I came here for. Like a man, I walk straight to I want, grab it, and buy it. I notice as it rings up that it was on sale. See, I do know how to find a good bargain!
Exit store and look for DSW Shoes. Once again I am totally lost. I remember when I was very little and got lost at the county fair, I almost start to cry and swear that I will NEVER come to the mall again without my mom or Christen, when I snap out of of it. I'm responsible for another life (Savannah) and I don't have time to get emotional. After consulting a mall map I discover there is no entrance to DSW Shoes from inside the mall. That's ok, Christen wears a shirt I like she says she bought at Dick's Sporting Goods. I decided to walk through there to get to DSW Shoes. As I walk in I realize that Christen may have said she bought it at Sports Authority and besides, I don't remember what brand it is, and feel to overwhelmed to try looking. I came to the mall for some new tennis shoes, I need to stop losing focus and just head to the store. I guess it's a neat store, but I'll probably never go there any time soon. I find nothing, and Savannah fusses. It's all the inspiration I need to tell me it's time to go home.
Ahh! Some fresh air. A nice walk outside to the van, feeling cool in th 78 degree weather, and we make it to the van. Not bad. I shopped for a full hour and a half! Spending money, a.k.a. shopping, is not what I do best at all!
The worst part is, have you noticed how ugly people dress? Perfectly goodlooking people dressing in the horrible fashion from the 80's. It was bad then, we really don't need a repeat. Apparently I'm a snob, becuase the few kids I saw in clothes like Hollister and something else are more in my taste. I'm noticing a lot of Edith Sprangly bags (a.k.a. Vera Bradley) as I proudly sport one of my very own over my left shoulder. Maybe, when I don't have any babies, I'll at least learn to appreciate shopping. I mean, my goodness, when you shop the reward is a great new bag, that sweet pair of Converse shoes I want to get one day, and the feeling like for an hour and a half you accomplished something. The three bags of stuff I left with prove it!
Monday, November 2, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Burnett Family
Savannah
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
9/11
So, I made posters, 4 altogether. "What about WTC7?" "Google 9/11. Ask Questions." (I made 2 of these). And, "Investigate 9/11."
Micah got home, I already had all 5 of the kids loaded in the van, along with water canteens and chairs for each, and we drove to Mt. Carmel and SR 60. (Basically the intersection adjacent to our neighborhood entrance). We parked in the Home Depot parking lot, gathered up all the courage we could, tied Savannah up in the baby Sleepywrap, unloaded, and went to the sidewalk.
We stood there and held up our signs for about twenty minutes, until the rain started to drop in large fat droplets. That was stress. It's like we marked ourselves with an outward sign with what those who already know us know. It was very hard, and probably one of the bravest things Micah and I have ever done.
I still feel those sad angry feelings of 9/11. Only now, I feel like for the first time since 9/11 I actually did the right thing on that anniversary day. I have no illusions that the American people will ever wake up and come to a realization of our awful situation (Ether 8:24), although I do have hope. I have accepted the fact that the terrorists that attacked us that day will "get away" with it. No one wants to believe something that would cause them to mourn exceedingly, even if it gives them knowledge (Mosiah 28:18). But one day, we will know all the secret acts of the rebellious (D&C 1:3), and I will stand before the Lord, and I'll remember the day I stood on the side of the road and held up signs that now label me as a "kook". Though I believe, and feel to know that I am right, that the official 9/11 story is a lie, I know that many I love disagree. The point is, when I felt the truth of my conviction, I would not be lukewarm in my actions (Revelation 3:15 & 16). Even in the face of public ostracism.
It was hard to do, but I am so glad I did it!
Excellent Documentaries about 9/11: In Their Own Words, Press For The Truth, The Obama Deception, and my absolute favorite one Truth Rising with Luke Rudowski the founder of the original WeAreChange movement. Watch them all, you can borrow them from me, or just watch one, but don't be afraid to ask questions!Monday, September 14, 2009
Thyroidism
Movie Review: The Lake House

The Lake House is my favorite movie. It came out in 2006, and it was one of the rare movies that Micah and I saw together in the movie theaters.
When Micah and I first met, it was at the Tampa stake center at a youth conference. We still have the song that we danced to the last night as a special memory, something that "makes" us, a pivotal moment in history, our history, that changed my life forever. In a way, The Lake House is like our song.
In May of 2006, Micah and I had a terrible fight, the final "breaking straw" in a long line of ups and downs in the fighting drama of our marriage. For a short, and pain staggering time, we separated. We loved each other very much still, and had a strong desire to make our marriage work. Somehow, in the short four weeks that we lived apart from one another, we made enough significant changes in our individual lives to finally learn how to twain be one flesh.
We decided to date again. Not just going out when we could. Not getting a babysitter, really dating. Letter writing, softening our hearts, yearning for and needing one another. So, on a Friday night, very much pregnant with our fourth child, on a for real date with the husband I had almost lost, we got pizza and a movie. A chic flick, a movie I picked out and wanted to see. We saw The Lake House. A movie about waiting it out through the hard times, being patient, about true love and long suffering.
So we stayed up late tonight and watched The Lake House again. It always seems like the right thing to do whenever I'm sad, or feeling sorry for myself. After getting sick again, and feeling like I'm going through some kind of depression or something, Micah made chocolate chip cookies and told me to turn it on; our movie. I did. The next time you're feeling down why don't you turn it on too?
Disclaimer: There is some mild foul language; but most offensive of all is the taking of the Lord's name in vain in this movie. A very sad truth, and it is done twice.