Potter!

Categories: Books, Happy Things

I am super excited. :owl:

Tonight two friends are joining me for the opening of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 1 at midnight. We are meeting for dinner and to watch the sixth movie before heading over to the theater. I should make more pumpkin muffins for dessert. Brett will be with us for dinner but since he is not a night person he’s going to bed when we go to the theater and then he and I will go watch it at a more normal time. I’m still trying to decide what I’ll be wearing to the show tonight. I reread the book last month (I read one of my new British editions) and I’ve been watching the other movies and I’m ready.

I’ll edit this to add photos tomorrow.

(I’m mid-smile and it’s 2:30 am. But the movie was AWESOME!)

Occam’s razor

Categories: Life, Quilting/Sewing/Knitting/Crafting

Numquam ponenda est pluralitas sine necessitate.
Plurality must never be posited without necessity.

Frustra fit per plura quod potest fieri per pauciora.
It is futile to do with more things that which can be done with fewer.

Or, in the words of my 9th grade science teacher:
K.I.S.S. – Keep It Simple Stupid

Despite the fact that I have moved around a lot in my life, I still have a moving truck full of stuff that I own. Which was nice when I moved in with Brett because we were able to furnish every room in his house (when we told his parents we were getting married his dad told me to get Brett some furniture). We both often look around and wonder how in the world I fit all of this in my 600 square feet-ish apartments before. I make good use of space.

Sometimes I think of my pioneer ancestors who crossed the planes and how everything their whole family owned would fit in a hand cart or wagon. I remember looking at a picture of immigrants arriving at Ellis Island with a bag over their shoulder and having my first thought being that was their carry-on bag and they were off to pick up the rest of their luggage. Except that was all of their luggage.

I lived as a missionary for 18 months with only what I could put in two suitcases. And I put a lot in those suitcases. I don’t think I need to go back to that time, but I do think I could do with less. I could’ve done with less even then. I’d pack differently if I did it again. I can pack almost a whole week in a carry-on now.

This year I haven’t bought many things. And that’s a start for me. In fact, one of my goals for the year was to finish more sewing projects that I already had everything for rather than buy material to start a bunch of new ones. I do love to create, but I need to learn to finish what I start. So far I’m about 3/2 for old projects vs. new projects. Yesterday I finally cut out the jacket I bought material for five years ago. And I finished one fleece blanket and started another I probably got material for that long ago as well.

Keep it simple. Do with less rather than more. Don’t do more than is necessary. The simpler things are, the more room I make in my life physically and mentally, the less room there is for stress oddly enough. Simplify. It’s nice.

Numerical order

Categories: Books, Education, Family, Happy Things, Quilting/Sewing/Knitting/Crafting

I love this idea of Gratitude by the Numbers. It’s like counting your blessings, but in numerical order. Last November I listed my blessings in alphabetical order, so I’m liking this new twist. The idea is to think of a number, and then think of the blessings you have that are associated with that number. Here’s my partial list.

1 – husband :heart:
1 – year of marriage – so far
1 – house with a yard to take care of and watch grow
1 – sewing machine and quilting frame

2 – wonderful parents and great in-laws
2 – siblings
2 – paid for cars

2.5 – degrees

5.5 – years as an elementary teacher

6 – bookcases full of books (at home)

9 – siblings-in-law

11 – years of temple attendance

20 – temples I’ve attended (currently only 137 more to go until I’ve been to them all 😉 )

21 – nieces and nephews

32 – years of life (so far)

50 – pounds of flour in our food storage (I still need to clean out a bucket for the 25 pound bag currently on our kitchen table)

1200+ – elementary students

2,000 – dollars in scholarship this year

That is well over 3,600 blessings. And that’s just a start! :woot: What numbers have you been blessed with?

Migrating or meandering?

Categories: Life, Musings

This month’s National Geographic’s big article is about animal migrations, how they do it, why they do it, and what defines a migration. Migrating rattle snakes are not really my thing, especially with the up-close picture of the dead one. But I love the butterflies.

The article begins by listing “five characteristics that apply, in varying degrees and combinations, to all migrations. They are prolonged movements that carry animals outside familiar habitats; they tend to be linear, not zigzaggy; they involve special behaviors of preparation and arrival; they demand special allocations of energy. And one more: Migrating animals maintain a fervid attentiveness to the greater mission, which keeps them undistracted by temptations and undeterred by challenges that would turn other animals aside.” (Great Migrations, National Geographic, November 2010, p. 37).

I’ve moved a lot in my life. Average for me is four years at a single address. Some places are less. My record is five and a half years. Right now we’re talking about staying where we are at for a very long time though. In some ways each move has been a form of migration. Each move took my family, and then me, to a habitat that was different from my own. They have been a great adventure and a chance to discover new places and peoples. Oddly, my own moves have been rather linear. Utah, south through New Mexico to Texas. Back north to Utah. And most recently back south again to Arizona. Packing, unpacking, moving schools and jobs, are definitely special behaviors at preparation and arrival. There is certainly an energy demand on moving. And despite all of the challenges with every move, once it has been decided to move they’ve all happened.

But what about in other areas of my life? Intellectually, emotionally, spiritually, am I migrating or am I meandering? Am I stepping outside of my comfort zones and moving into new territory? Have I set goals and am I moving towards them? Am I using special skills, or improving the skills I already have, in my life to try to improve myself? Am I allocating energy where it needs to be? And finally, am I letting myself get distracted by too many things in my life? Am I paying attention to my greater mission? In short, am I meandering around rather haphazardly and seemingly lost or am I migrating towards a new level that will provide me with new opportunities for growth? Those are some personal questions that I’m not going to answer so publicly. But I will definitely be thinking about them and making changes where necessary.

On to my next great personal migration!

14 November 2010

Categories: Happy Things, Life

In the spirit of Brad Paisley’s song “Letter to Me,” I thought I’d write a letter to the me who just woke up on this date last year.

Dear Me,

Despite jokes about your sleep habits, you slept well last night (might have been the good food from last night) and woke up at 6am feeling awake and ready to go. And you are. Even with all of the things that will happen in just the next year that you are not expecting, you are ready for this.

I’m really happy with how you are going to handle the whole day. Sure a few things are not going to go the way you would’ve wanted them to, but none of those will stand out today and none of them are that big of a deal today, partially because you won’t let them be a big deal.

The snow storm that is coming in, it’s going to be one of your favorite parts of the day. You’ll be cold, but you can always warm up again. And even though the humidity is going to make all the curl you will spend all morning putting in your hair fall before the reception, and you know it will do that, Brett is still going to be telling you how lovely you looked the whole day long a year later, and it’s still going to make your heart flutter every time he does it. So good for you for not worrying about it.

The details have mattered. Well, at least the details you cared about. Your living room is decorated with your flowers. The turtles are sitting on a shelf with some pictures. And you do regularly listen to the music from last night and tonight. And Grandpa will be there to see you get married and see you so happy. And that is going to mean even more later.

You are going to smile more than you’ve ever smiled before today. But don’t worry, your cheeks aren’t going to hurt at the end of the night.

Just roll with the day. You’re good at that, and it’s really going to be what you need to do today. Roll with it, and enjoy it. And know that it’s just a small taste of what will come in the next year. This day will be one to remember.

As to the coming year, life will continue to have its ups and downs. But being together helps soften the rough spots. And so far, everything is working out. What more do you need to know than that?

With love,
You, a year later

Like the name

Categories: Family, Musings

I have four names now. My first two names are mine from birth. They identify me as an individual. My third name ties me to my family and my heritage that I have through them. I am very proud of that heritage and name. It means a lot to me. And a year ago tomorrow I added my fourth name. It ties me to Brett and our family and future together. I’m proud of that name too.

Unfortunately a lot of places can’t understand a situation where someone would have more than three names, and it’s made for some interesting situations over the last year. Or, more specifically, they can understand two first names or two last names, but not two middle names. For example, the Red Cross thinks I’m some kind of weird Scottish person and have listed me as Lisa Mg Dennis.

I spent the first 31 years of my life spelling my last name to people. Or else correcting them when they said it wrong. (G makes the soft sound when followed by I or E except in a few rare occasions. Most people seem to not know this.) Children have always said my last name right, but adults rarely do. Since adding my fourth name people have been able to look at my last name and say it right the first time. Yea!

But there has been the odd time when I’ve had to spell it for someone. One of those times, as I finished, the person responded by saying, “Oh. Like the name.” Um. Yes. In fact, it is a name. So no matter how we spelled it, it would be “like the name.” Sometimes people’s thought processes (or lack thereof) confuses me.

Names are very interesting things. We all have one. How often have you thought about yours? Do you know where it came from? Do you know why your parents picked it? Do you know what it means? Do you know what it means to you?

I saw two articles this summer in the BBC about names, their popularity, origins, and meanings. What’s 1066 got to do with Baby Names? and What’s in a Name? Your Link to the Past. I find things like this fascinating.

One thing that’s made me laugh lately is people saying that they don’t want to give their child a “made up” name. Now, as a teacher, I appreciate parents who give their child a name I can pronounce on the first try. But at some point, all names were made up. Every word we say was a made up word at some point. What they’re really saying is they don’t want a recently made up name. Who’s to say that this century’s recently made up names won’t be next century’s old fashioned names though?

Another common trend is to use good “Biblical” names. As Brett and I were reading the books of Chronicles in the Old Testament this summer though we came across dozens of “good” Biblical names that nobody uses. I think we should give more of those a chance and be a bit bold and different. You know, the classic names like Ishi.

Knit together

Categories: Family, Gospel, Quilting/Sewing/Knitting/Crafting

My dad taught me how to knit when I was in middle school. I knit a hat and scarf. My grandma taught my dad how to knit. It’s a fun way that we are all connected. I’m not a great knitter, but I do enjoy it. It’s a very portable hobby. I love to sew, but I can’t exactly take my sewing machine on the bus with me the way I can take my knitting needles. This month I’ve even been attempting double pointed needles. And after I got over feeling like I was going to poke my eye out or stab myself in the hand and wondering if being better with chopsticks wouldn’t help with knitting, I think I’ve actually got it figured out. Knitting connects me to my grandma.

My mom says that my hands remind her of her mom. Grandma’s hands would get real cold before she’d get up to lead the music in church. My hands get frigid at times as well. My mom also used to sing all kinds of silly songs with her mom. And my mom sang a lot of those same songs with me. It helps me feel connected to my grandma.

Both of my grandmas served in the Relief Society for many years. When I was called to be the Relief Society president of my ward in 2006 I thought of them and how we had that in common.

Both of my grandmas died when I was still very young. But there are so many ways that they are a part of my life, so many things about who I am and what I do that connects me with them. My family is knit together eternally and I look forward to swapping stories with them some day about my cold hands, knitting, baking bread, and singing songs.