8.08.2009

Keep Believing Keep Pretending

Well we are back in Minnesota, and looking for places to live and jobs to do. We got back Monday afternoon and it has been kind of a whirlwind since then. Vermont is starting to feel like a dream, like I just blinked and the whole year happened. Without jobs and school for these few weeks, things are feeling exactly like they were two years ago. It feels like we haven't done anything or moved forward at all. But I keep reminding myself that I have earned two degrees in this time, and Jake worked an amazing job at Dartmouth and learned a skill he will use for the rest of his life, and we lived in Vermont for a year. I swear a lot of things happened and we have actually progressed in our lives, even though we may be living out of suitcases in my parents' basement again.

We could use some really mighty prayers for getting jobs. They worked for us in Vermont, so we will be enlisting the cavalry again. Just keep us in mind, if you would!

Jake will be starting school with a bang in a few weeks, and if I don't have a job by then, it's going to be quite a boring time for me. This will be my first break from school for the last several years, and I'm not sure how I'm going to fare. What if I'm not cut out for the working world? I suppose I could always just go back to school, but I really feel like I'm ready to work. There is a lot of change to be made out there, and I am ready to get going. Hopefully I can get a job quickly and use all this education I have! I know Jake is going to do great. I think he's a little nervous about all these chemistry and math classes, but he's a smarty-pants--he'll get the hang of it fast! And even if, on the off chance, it take him a little longer to get it, he's such a hard worker that he won't be satisfied until he really understands the material.

So here we are, back in Minnesota, just hanging out, playing some cards, and waiting for our lives to find us. If you find them first, please direct them this way.



7.24.2009

It's a small world after all...

Although to be honest, next Saturday we're going to be wishing it was a lot smaller as we drive halfway across the country with all of our worldly possessions packed snugly in our faithful Ford Taurus. New York is a long, expensive state to drive through. 

I have one week left of classes. Five days, six class meetings. One paper, two small papers, two large projects, and whole lot of reading. I am really not sure how all of this is going to get done, but it always does somehow, so I am not too worried.

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Oh who am I kidding, of course I'm worried. But then, if I weren't, I wouldn't be me, 
and I like being me.

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Two weekends ago the law school put on a little celebration for the MELP and LLM (Master of Laws, post JD) students. It was very nice and very short. Two important things to consider when planning a graduation. Oh, and there was food. Glorious Vermont food.

How we will miss the Vermont food.

All the graduates had a chance to say a few words, and I said something along these lines:


"The world is small. The world is savable. And the world is SO worth saving. 
Thanks, and I'll see you out there."

It wasn't anything special, but I think it summed up my feelings quite nicely and shortly--again, two important things to consider when planning a graduation speech.

Now imagine you are there, and then clap for me. I worked really hard!

The new picture at the top of our blog is from that day too...I don't wear pink leggings EVERY day...

We have been having a hard time saying goodbye to some of our favorite things here, particularly our favorite places to eat. Two weekends ago we took a farewell trip to the Woodstock Farmer's Market for sandwiches, but decided they were too good so we went again last weekend too. Our farewell trip to Eaton's Sugarhouse may be coming up this weekend as well, and who knows, maybe we'll have to stop there again as we are literally leaving the state. We are saying goodbye to Boloco tonight. 

What a sad and delicious time for us.

See you soon Minnesota!!

7.11.2009

God loves a Terrier, yes He does.

We had such a lovely trip to Boston over the Fourth of July. We had an amazing time. We went with our friends, the Andersons (Brian and Nicole, found on the right side of the screen). Her sister lives just outside of Boston with her husband and several turtles, and they were kind enough to let us stay in their beautiful home. Let me say that the Andersons have two little dogs, Buddy and Bandit, whose company I have thoroughly enjoyed while here in Vermont. Jake does not like dogs. His trademark move whenever a dog comes near is to stand still with arms up in the air until the dog goes away. But Buddy and Bandit came down to Boston with us and Bandit sat in the back seat with us the whole drive down and Jake did so well! He was holding Bandit, petting him, and I think Bandit fell in love with Uncle Jake.
He followed him around for the rest of the weekend. Jake even raced Bandit outside! 

They grow up so fast. 

Now of course I want a little dog, and am very very slowly wearing Jake down to the point where I feel we may have a dog in the next three to twenty years, depending upon how persuasive I can make myself. Here are Buddy and Bandit, the ferocious little beasts that have slowly melted Jake's heart of stone. Buddy is the rat terrier on the left, and Bandit the one on the right. Bandit might be my favorite dog I have ever met. Sorry Cooper and dearly departed Dominoes...Bandit has a little something extra. 


Just look at that face!! Bandit's mom was a rat terrier, but the Andersons don't know exactly what kind of dog his dad was. He looks part beagle, part doxen, with a corgi-type of body. Whatever he is, I just love him. Buddy is really sweet too, but it takes him a while to warm up to you. Buddy sat in the back with us on the ride home from Boston, and by the end, even he was sitting on Jake's lap! I am so proud of all of Jake's progress. I know it sounds silly, they're just dogs, but it's hard for Jake, and he has grown so much out here in so many ways. Dog acceptance is just the tip of the iceberg.

Back to Boston. Jake and I had been to Boston several times, but we had never done any of the historic sites on the Freedom Trail, so we did that this time. We saw so many incredible places that literally began this amazing country, and it was awesome to see them in person and feel the spirit of independence that abides there. There are a lot more pictures; feel free to check out my facebook for more.

The redcoats walked right by us.


And of course I had to see the "Make Way for Ducklings" statue at the public garden. It has always been one of my favorite children's books! Jack, Kack, Lack, Mack, Nack, Oack, Pack, and Quack are all accounted for!

The public garden was one of my favorite places. There was this amazing tree that reminded me of Sherwood Forest in Nottingham.

I also made a new friend, Sherman. He is Nicole's sister and husband's turtle, but actually more like their son. He just roams the house and hangs out, and he sat on my lap for a long time. It looks like he has lipstick on since he just ate a raspberry! Sherman and I really bonded.


I hope you all had a wonderful Fourth of July and enjoyed the fireworks as much as I did! But then, if you know me, you know that even a little popper is enough to make me goofy happy. My mom watched the Boston fireworks on TV with the Boston Pops and everything, but said she didn't see us. It was so crowded, but totally worth it. We watched from the MIT side of the river, and our view was perfect. They were big and loud, just the way I like them! Of course getting home in the seas of thousands and thousands of people was a bit of a madhouse, but totally worth it. 

In short, we had a great time, with great people, doing great things. It was great.

Oh, also, Mike's Pastries. Wow. That's pretty much all I can say about that.

Coming soon: MELP graduation blog!

6.24.2009

bring us back your ways


I actually do have something to blog about, but I don't have time to blog about it. But I will say that it involved me wearing this   ----->


Oh what the hey, I'll just tell you all about it now! So what if I have a 15 page paper to write by Monday morning! If any of you dear readers ever get to the Supreme Court, do please ask them what they were thinking when they "resolved" all these Indian Law cases. Ask them how they sleep at night knowing they just completely screw people again and again when the law has clearly and without question come down in favor of tribal sovereignty? It's too bad there is not a Judicial Procedure Act (to go with the Administrative Procedure Act, of course), with a clause that lets us sue the Court for rulings that are "arbitrary and capricious, an abuse of discretion, or otherwise not in accordance with the law". People say that's what Congress is for, but I ain't seen the fruits of that labor.

Anyway, back to the hat. We had a REVIVAL at church!! Since our building is being rebuilt, we have been meeting at a private school, the Sharon Academy, which has been fun and challenging. But last Sunday, the school needed the building for graduation, so we had no place to meet. But Camp Joseph is right next door to the Joseph Smith memorial, so we had a nice old-fashioned outdoor revival followed by a successful potluck. We just had an extended sacrament meeting and then all ate together. It was absolutely wonderful. Although up on Dairy Hill it is about 10 to 15 degrees colder than down in the village, so some of us were a little chilly! But I could not resist the temptation to wear a nice big revival-style hat. The Sunday before I, as activity chair, told the Relief Society to get into it, but alas, I was the only one. I did get lots of smiles though! (and the giant white hat was not enough, I had to add an equally giant pink flower, as you can see.)

We had a great time. The bishop is a real nature guy, and he opened his talk with a moment of silence to listen to the birds and the wind. It truly was my kind of meeting!

Only a few weeks left up here in Vermont. Time is really flying. After I finish this paper, I have one week off, followed by two weeks of Monday and Friday classes, followed by two weeks of Monday-Thursday plus Monday and Friday classes, with work all mixed in there, which is what I'm doing now, which might explain the rant and run-on sentences.

Just a few more weeks until the long drive West and my ceremonious induction to the ranks of the great unemployed. But not for long, especially if I wear my giant hat to interviews. 

Here's to employers everywhere!

6.04.2009

green can be cool and friendly-like

Tomorrow morning I start the last eight weeks of my educational career. That is, until I get bored and get another degree. But I haven't had time off from hard-core school for a few years now, and I might enjoy the opportunity to just work and read what I want. 

Oh how nice it will be to read.

My parents are joining us this weekend in beautiful Vermont. Although they missed the blossoms, they certainly won't miss the GREEN. It is everywhere. And for someone like me who thinks no day is complete without seeing a little green, it has been quite lovely. It is right in that perfect time when the nights are cool and they days are mild. You know, the time before it gets so hot I have to walk to the post office four times to get out of the house, call my mom while laying face down on the floor, and take a cold shower while waving my arms madly in the air while ahh-ing "Memory" from Cats (see earlier post). 

Don't worry, it's not to that point yet.

Our neighbor had these beautiful blossoms a few weeks ago. They're gone now, but they have found a good home as my desktop background.

















This is one of my favorite houses in South Royalton. It looks like each of the three little pigs got to make a wall...and then for good measure put a pile of dirty mattresses by (one of) the door(s). 


















Vermonters do have a hard time throwing anything away.

We're kind of kindred spirits that way. I only threw away my old AP Euro study guides a year ago.

5.16.2009

I AM THE MASTER.


 
Okay so not quite yet, I still have a few weeks left of summer classes, but for all intents and purposes, I am a master. It was formal graduation today for the MELPs and the JDs and the LLMs, with the whole tam and gown and hood shebang. We all started off at campus, took the class photo, then lined up behind a bagpiper in full kilt (a former Masters student), several flags, the law school mace (a big scepter with a swan on top) and the gonfalon (school banner). Law school graduation is quite a medieval affair. Lots of symbols and lots of ceremony. But since lawyering is one of the oldest professions, I suppose the graduation has had some time to define itself. Frances Beinecke, president of the NRDC (Natural Resources Defense Council, a popular plaintiff when studying environmental law) was the commencement speaker. You have to give it up for her because (a) she is a woman president of a major organization, and (b) she is not a lawyer. You don't have to be a lawyer to be someone, something I wish they would tell the JD students a bit more often. Since us MELPs have a separate little informal graduation party later in July, most of us did not walk at this graduation. There were only five of us that did. I wanted to though, since I didn't walk at my college or real high school graduation, and I always wanted to get one of those funky cultish hoods ceremoniously placed upon my neck from behind.

 One of the huge benefits of going to a small school is the fact that after graduation, the school can feed everyone who attends and everyone in the community afterwards. There was a delightful array of champagne, sparkling cider, local flatbread pizza, local cheese, local ice cream, local cookies, local vegetables, local sushi, local noodles, local potato salad, local breads...everything is local up here. There is only one thing Vermonters love more than Subarus, and that is Vermont itself. Everything is local, and likely delicious.

Graduate graduations are always fun because the professors wear their robes from their various schools. We had two professors in hot pink robes, a few in vintage VLS robes, someone with a robe that looked remarkably like Snow White, complete with a fur-lined hood and a hat worthy of the Kentucky Derby, and one in a lovely shade of turquoise. We were quite the rainbow processional walking across town on our way to the village green this morning.


Like I said, I still have a few weeks left of summer classes, which I am looking forward to. The Vermont Law School summer session is quite famous, and the classes are rumored to be magnificent. The faculty is made up of professionals from all over the country and the world, and the classes are two-week intensives, which I tend to be better at than a lengthy semester. I am still waiting for a few grades, including Administrative Law, but it does look as though this graduation will not have been in vain.

Jake also took me to see X-Men and eat at Boloco for dinner tonight to celebrate. Today was a good day.







The trees on campus were blooming today, which also contributed to its altogether loveliness.

5.10.2009

my mothers' day talk. oh yes, i gave the mothers' day talk.

Today, in the South Royalton ward that meets in the Sharon Academy while our new chapel is under construction, I gave the dreaded mothers' day talk. Turns out no one else was speaking. I kind of wish I would have known that since I pared it down the night before! But I think it went well. One person told me I "have a way with words"... Nice to know that English degree isn't completely useless! Enjoy. And Happy Mothers' day Mom and Betty!!


TALK BEGINS HERE:

So, I know God created man before woman…but don’t you always turn in a rough draft before the final masterpiece?

They talk about a woman’s sphere,
As though it has a limit; 

There’s not a place in earth or heaven, 

There’s not a task to mankind given, 

There’s not a blessing nor a woe, 

There’s not a whispered yes or no, 

There’s not a life, or death, or birth, 

That has a feather’s weight of worth … 

Without a woman in it.

Gordon B. Hinckley discussed the importance of woman in the following passage:

““In the sequence of events as set forth in the scripture, God first created the earth, “and the earth was without form, and void.” (Gen. 1:2.) He then separated the light from the darkness, and the waters from the land. Then came the creation of vegetation of all kinds, giving the beauty of trees and grass, flowers and shrubs. Then followed the creation of animal life in the sea and upon the land.

Having looked over all of this, He declared it to be good. He then created man in His own likeness and image. Then as His final creation, the crowning of His glorious work, He created woman. I like to regard Eve as His masterpiece after all that had gone before, the final work before He rested from His labors.

I do not regard her as being in second place to Adam. She was placed at his side as an helpmeet. They were together in the Garden, they were expelled together, and they labored together in the world into which they were driven.”

Today is Mothers' Day.

I would like to begin by speaking to the men. First, how beautiful are your sisters and wives? Look at them not for their flawlessly applied lipstick, perfectly sprayed hair, or finely selected ensemble, but for their infinite and unending potential. For I can promise that is what they look at in you. They do not see you for what you are, but for you might be. Russell M. Nelson said, “Thank the Lord for these sisters who—like our Heavenly Father—love us not only for what we are but for what we may become.” We see in you the potential for godliness, far before you ever see it in yourselves.

Look at us the same way.

Russell M. Nelson, whom I quoted earlier, gave a wonderful talk at the April 1999 Priesthood session of General Conference. It is a shame the women were not there to here it. He said, “We who bear the holy priesthood have a sacred duty to honor our sisters. We are old enough and wise enough to know that teasing is wrong. We respect sisters—not only in our immediate families but all the wonderful sisters in our lives. As daughters of God, their potential is divine. Without them, eternal life would be impossible. Our high regard for them should spring from our love of God and from an awareness of their lofty purpose in His great eternal plan.”

As women, we are expected to do a lot. We are expected to gain an education, work, marry, have children, cook, clean, and support. We need help. Not just today. Brothers, recognize the work the sisters do, thank them for it, and help them the next time around. Again, Russell M. Nelson said, “You fathers can help with the dishes, care for a crying baby, and change a diaper. And perhaps some Sunday you could get the children ready for Church, and your wife could sit in the car and honk.” Love your wives. Appreciate all they do, because they do a good deal of it for you. Love your wives.

There are literally billions of women on this earth. Think about that for a second. Billions of women. Ask yourself then, if it is logical for a loving Heavenly Father to expect the same things from every one of the billions. Of course it is not. While the rudimentary principles of the gospel are the same, and the same requirements exist for gaining exaltation, the way we live can be different. The way we live is expected to be different, and it should be different. Mothers around the globe live vastly different lives from each other, and that is okay, beautiful even. M. Russell Ballard said, “There is no one perfect way to be a good mother. Each situation is unique. Each mother has different challenges, different skills and abilities, and certainly different children. The choice is different and unique for each mother and each family. What matters is that a mother loves her children deeply and, in keeping with the devotion she has for God and her husband, prioritizes them above all else.” Many women on this earth are not mothers, but that does not mean they are not women. The women of the church are united in their calling, and all women, regardless of biological motherhood, are mothers to someone. They are all endowed with the ability to create beauty and make lives worthwhile. Those gifts are not only for mothers. M. Russell Ballard clarified, “While women live in homes under many different circumstances—married, single, widowed, or divorced, some with children and some without—all are beloved of God, and He has a plan for His righteous daughters to receive the highest blessings of eternity.”

And to the younger women, do not be too quick to grow up. You are likely more grown up now than you even know. Alexandre Dumas said, “It is only rarely that one can see in a little boy the promise of a man, but one can almost always see in a little girl the threat of a woman.”

            Women, as we strive to live up to our potential, I think we should look to that timeless classic of literature and film, The Wizard of Oz. The quest of each of the four characters to be granted a trait by the all-powerful wizard is very much akin to our life here on earth. We can see ourselves in each one of the lovable characters. In the Lion, that cowardly king of the forest, we see our fears and doubts. In the Tin Man, we see our desire for love. In the Scarecrow we see our never-ending thirst for knowledge. And in Dorothy, we see our yearning for home. Let’s head down that yellow brick road and see what we can find on our journey.

            The Lion is seeking courage. But what is courage? John Wayne said “Courage is being scared to death, but saddling up anyway.” Women need courage. Thomas S. Monson instructed the young women to have courage in three aspects of their lives: the courage to refrain from judging others, the courage to be chaste and virtuous, and the courage to stand firm for truth and righteousness. Judging others is the quickest way to show your cowardice. It is weakness. And we are all weak in this area. I struggle with this more than I would like to share. Part of it is, I suppose, because of my legal training, where, after all, we are taught how to judge people and their actions quickly and effectively. However, in our personal lives, judgment needs to be reserved for God. He is the only one that can judge the actions and thoughts of another. You cannot judge others. I say this harshly because it is the only way I’ll listen. Being chaste and virtuous does indeed take courage. Unfortunately, in this world, it is most often left up to women to cover themselves up, because, bless their hearts, most men just cannot help it. Standing for truth and righteousness is not something you can do once. It takes the courage of a lifetime to live this way. Women need to have the courage to live the way they want, to make independent choices, the courage to stand up to their children, and the courage to be happy in the face of fear. Victor Hugo said, “Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. God is awake.” Sometimes life is scary, but we need to saddle up anyway.

            Thomas S. Monson said, “True love can alter human lives and change human nature.” What a remarkable power to have. It is no wonder then, that the Tin Man was so anxious to be given a heart, after a good oiling of course. In almost every situation, it is necessary to have heart. When speaking to your children you need heart to speak with love and kindness, and heart to have faith that they will heed you, and heart to forgive them when they don’t. You need heart to speak respectfully to your boss, to not give up on yourself, and the heart to forgive yourself for the mistakes you will make along the way. Saint Francis de Sales said, “Have patience with all things, but chiefly have patience with yourself. Do not lose courage in considering your own imperfections but instantly set about remedying them - every day begin the task anew.” Having heart means that your heart is open to give and receive love. Mosiah 7:33 reads “Turn to the Lord with full purpose of heart.” Our hearts need to be knit not only with each other, but also with the Lord and His gospel. When we pray, we are taught to pray with a full and sincere heart. Our Heavenly Father knows us, and, as David A. Bednar said, “Prayer becomes more meaningful as we pray for others with real intent and a sincere heart.” Prayer is a matter of the heart. With sincere prayer, your heart can be strengthened, which has the power to change the course of your life in the way you relate to people, and the way you treat yourself.

            Perhaps the favorite character in The Wizard of Oz, the Scarecrow is asking for a brain. Although as a child I always questioned how he could sing and dance with no brain, I later understood that it was not a physical brain he was seeking, but the knowledge and experience it could hold. If it is true, as the scriptures state, that the glory of God is intelligence, then we should all be actively seeking, and using, our brains. Some women feel shameful or selfish when they have a desire to work outside the home. Sisters, this is not an unrighteous desire. The Lord has blessed us with brilliant minds, able bodies, and good ideas for a reason. We do not need to feel selfish for self-improvement. It is expected and necessary to improve ourselves and the world around us. We should also not be ashamed to take credit for a job well done. Even God said, “It is good.”

            We need to use our brain not only for intellectual pursuits, but also to determine our spiritual growth. The Lord told Oliver Cowdry to determine for himself whether the teachings of the Church were true. Doctrine and Covenants 9:8 reads “But, behold, I say unto you, that you must study it out in your mind; then you must ask me if it be right, and if it is right I will cause that your bosom shall burn within you; therefore, you shall feel that it is right.” Romans 12:2 reads “And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.” We need to be constantly searching to renew and refresh our minds. Our Heavenly Father has given us the most powerful tool possible, and it is our duty to use it wisely.

            What a wonderful place Dorothy’s home must have been for her to work so hard to find a way back. What a good example for us. We should strive to make our homes a place where our children and their friends want to be. Our homes should be places of peace and refuge, order and beauty, unity and love. The Bible Dictionary states, “only the home can compare with the temple in sacredness”. With this view, we can then understand how our homes ought to be established. Doctrine and Covenants 88:119 tells us to “establish a house, even a house of prayer, a house of fasting, a house of faith, a house of learning, a house of glory, a house of order, a house of God.” In the most recent General Conference, Gary E. Stevenson told us, “Whether our living space is large or small, humble or extravagant, there is a place for each of these gospel priorities in each of our homes.” We are also to remember to constantly strive for a way back home to our Heavenly Father. We need to remain worthy for that ultimate blessing of exaltation.

            We have reached the end of the yellow brick road. We are standing in the presence of the Great and Powerful Oz. He comes out from behind the curtain and we see that he is just a man. Are we disappointed? Or are we perhaps relieved? He points out to the Lion that he already has courage. He tells the Tin Man that his heart has been there all along. He shares with the Scarecrow that he indeed has a brain. And Dorothy need only click her heels to go home. How refreshingly simple it all seems to be. And it can be so for us. When we pray to Heavenly Father for courage, heart, intelligence, and a way home, He will remind us that we have had the courage to continue, the heart to truly love, the intelligence to succeed, and the way home to Him all along. How refreshingly simple it all can be. That is, if we stay on the yellow brick road.