Today is the one year anniversary of my grandma's passing. She was 87 years old, and In this photo she looks is too.. Her name was Francis Beth Gellert. I miss ya Grandma!
This is our Family for Halloween... Parks was a tootsie Roll.. and Tyson and I were Hicks! :D
Awhile ago we took parks to Zion... We had a lot of fun.. he slept most of the time... I loved it up there... so peaceful & really pretty.Parks learning to eat!
Parks' gammy gave him this new toy as an early Christmas toy.. It's my life saver when I have things to do! thanks again gammy!
Parks and his friend, Lincoln:
Gotta love this smile:
I also went to Vegas with my sister's, mom, and sister in law recently.. Lots of fun.. here's just two photos from the event:
Monday, November 24, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Hello Hello! Work with me here! :D
ONE MORE call to all for your emails! I'm going PRIVATE! Please send me your email if you would like me to add you on! THANKS a BUNCH!
xoxo
xoxo
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
His Hands...
I LOVE this song. My sister will be signing this song for Christmas in my ward... and I think she does an amazing job. I added the song to the bottom of my blog so if you would like to play it and give it a listen while reading the lyrics..you may! ;) It's a beautiful song.
his hands
tools of creation
stronger than nations
power without end
and yet through them we find our truest friend
his hands
sermons of kindness
healing men's blindness
halting years of pain
children waiting to be held again
his hands would serve his whole life though
showing man what hands might do
giving, ever giving, endlessly
each day was filled with selflessness
and i'll not rest until i make up my hands what they could be
'til these hands become like those from galilee
his hands
lifting a leper
warming a beggar
calling back the dead
breaking bread, five thousand fed
his hands
hushing contention
pointing to heaven
ever free of sin
then bidding man to follow him
his hands would serve his whole life though
showing man what hands might do
giving, ever giving, endlessly
each day was filled with selflessness
and i'll not rest until i make up my hands what they could be
'til these hands become like those from galilee
his hands
clasped in agony
as he he lay pleading, bleeding in the garden
while just moments away
other hands betray him
out of greed, shameful greed
and then his hands
are trembling
straining to carry the beam that they've been led to
as he stumbles through the streets
heading towards the hill on which he died
he would die
they take his hands, his mighty hands, those gentle hands
and then they pierce them, they pierce them
he lets them, because of love
from birth to death was selflessness
and clearly now i see him with his hands
calling to me
and though i'm not yet as i would be
he has shown me how i could be
i will make my hands like those from galilee
his hands
tools of creation
stronger than nations
power without end
and yet through them we find our truest friend
his hands
sermons of kindness
healing men's blindness
halting years of pain
children waiting to be held again
his hands would serve his whole life though
showing man what hands might do
giving, ever giving, endlessly
each day was filled with selflessness
and i'll not rest until i make up my hands what they could be
'til these hands become like those from galilee
his hands
lifting a leper
warming a beggar
calling back the dead
breaking bread, five thousand fed
his hands
hushing contention
pointing to heaven
ever free of sin
then bidding man to follow him
his hands would serve his whole life though
showing man what hands might do
giving, ever giving, endlessly
each day was filled with selflessness
and i'll not rest until i make up my hands what they could be
'til these hands become like those from galilee
his hands
clasped in agony
as he he lay pleading, bleeding in the garden
while just moments away
other hands betray him
out of greed, shameful greed
and then his hands
are trembling
straining to carry the beam that they've been led to
as he stumbles through the streets
heading towards the hill on which he died
he would die
they take his hands, his mighty hands, those gentle hands
and then they pierce them, they pierce them
he lets them, because of love
from birth to death was selflessness
and clearly now i see him with his hands
calling to me
and though i'm not yet as i would be
he has shown me how i could be
i will make my hands like those from galilee
Going Private!
Everyone who visits our blog, will you please leave me your email so I can send you an invite! We're going private...
Thanks again!
Thanks again!
Quirks!
6 Quirks of Mine
1. I talk to myself at home out loud... especially when we're getting ready to leave, I'll grab things and put them by the door and then out loud say "okay...." and then go on to get the next thing.. Tyson teases me about it.
2. I'm afraid of heights, bugs, creepy crawlers of any kind, snakes, and seeing spirits... although I've had that happen before. I'm also very scared of someone breaking in my house when I'm home alone.
3. I prefer my own home cooking to a lot of restaurants!
3. I prefer my own home cooking to a lot of restaurants!
4. I really wish I could be a public speaker... and I often think I could do it.. but I'm scared out of my mind to get up in front of people!! I'm getting better!
5. I have to rub my feet together in order to fall asleep... at one time, I think this annoyed Tyson.. but he's over it now.. I also sleep in what Tyson calls "the cave" I have a body pillow on my right side, two regular pillow lined up on my left side.. and two pillows at my head. Love it!
6. I'm addicted to Mario. I've already beat all the games on my Nintendo DS so I need a new one.. I totally love it though, it's so entertaining.
So the 6 people I tag are: whoever.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Obama. I got this in an email and thought it was funny.
> >> > A teacher in New York asked her 6th grade class how
> >> many of them were
> >> > Obama fans.. Not really knowing what an Obama fan was,
> >> but wanting
> >> > to be liked by the teacher, all the kids raised their
> >> hands except for
> >> > Little Johnny. The teacher asked Little Johnny why he
> >> decided to be
> >> > different...again.
> >> >
> >> > Little Johnny said, 'Because I'm not an Obama
> >> fan.' The teacher said,
> >> > 'Why aren't you an Obama fan?' Johnny
> >> said, 'Because I'm a Republican.'
> >> > The teacher him asked why he's a Republican.
> >> Little Johnny answered, 'Well,
> >> > my Mom's a Republican and my Dad's a
> >> Republican, so I'm a Republican.' The
> >> > teacher asks, 'If your Mom was a moron and your
> >> Dad was an idiot, what
> >> > would that make you?' With a big smile, Little
> >> Johnny replied, 'That
> >> > would make me an Obama fan.'
> >> >
> >> > I always liked Little Johnny.
> >> many of them were
> >> > Obama fans.. Not really knowing what an Obama fan was,
> >> but wanting
> >> > to be liked by the teacher, all the kids raised their
> >> hands except for
> >> > Little Johnny. The teacher asked Little Johnny why he
> >> decided to be
> >> > different...again.
> >> >
> >> > Little Johnny said, 'Because I'm not an Obama
> >> fan.' The teacher said,
> >> > 'Why aren't you an Obama fan?' Johnny
> >> said, 'Because I'm a Republican.'
> >> > The teacher him asked why he's a Republican.
> >> Little Johnny answered, 'Well,
> >> > my Mom's a Republican and my Dad's a
> >> Republican, so I'm a Republican.' The
> >> > teacher asks, 'If your Mom was a moron and your
> >> Dad was an idiot, what
> >> > would that make you?' With a big smile, Little
> >> Johnny replied, 'That
> >> > would make me an Obama fan.'
> >> >
> >> > I always liked Little Johnny.
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