Friday, April 15, 2011

5SF Edition 48

pulled pork sandwiches and
lotsa salads and delicious desserts at the
"Putting the Pasley's out to Pasture" party.
Amazing Jana orchestrated a goodbye party for our Bishop Jerry and his wife and my friend Judy tonight since they are sadly moving away.  She decorated everything so cute to match the theme, no surprise because have I mentioned that she's amazing.  Sweet Mindy made such a neat video slideshow of their family pictures... cute Aimee and the primary made a quilt with all the childrens handprints on it... and the young women put on a hilarious skit.  We were so worried we wouldn't have enough food to feed 200+ people, but just like the "loaves and fishes" there WAS enough for everyone... and then some.
I had been cooking (and cleaning) all day (totally worth it for such a fantastic woman like Judy!!) and several catastrophes happened along the way- burned butter that I forgot about cooking on the stove for caramel corn exploded when I poured it in a jar shooting shards of glass and melted grease everywhere, and Tade having a freak attack upon waking up from a nap panicked and peed all over the floor, I swear it was like he was holding the pacific ocean in his bladder (along with an "Oh Shiz" moment when I realized just how much pork I actually needed to cook) but things always turn out in the end, and even my sweet sister Sadie made some cookies to help me out... Thank you girlie!
This is some of what I brought...

30 lbs of Pork
I got the recipe from a cookbook from Sadie's mother in law Vicki... she is all things fabulous-
Pulled Pork Recipe:
for every 3-4 pounds of meat add
1 cup of salsa
1 cup of brown sugar
(I also added chopped green peppers and onions)
cook on low for 8 hours in your crockpot.

about Jerry and Judy's future adventures.  I heard her say tonight that she has lived in Idaho all her life and how weird it is to move to a different place.  Funny how one state over can have such a different atmosphere, but I remember feeling the exact same way about my move from Utah to Oregon, and then Utah to Idaho.  Change is hard at first... starting over is never easy... but it will get better with time, and they both have such warm and friendly personalities that making friends will be effortless.
visit Judy's great blog, she is also a wonderful photographer!

(i stole this picture from your facebook judy i hope you don't mind...
i just think you both look like movie stars!)
pictures of the Beard Place
I know this might sound crazy because this place is like a junk yard, but I kind of want to live here.

I first heard about them from black eiffel and have been chewing on their newest album English Riviera all week!

and this unrelated bitty is for fun...

Monday, April 11, 2011


you flip my lid
you carefree hat
you shade from rays
make shiny flat
you hold my thoughts
under your dome
you flip my lid
my head your home.

Friday, April 8, 2011

rachel dahling

happy birthday

yours, mine, and ours

My brother Brian was married this week in a beautiful and intimate wedding.  We are thrilled for his new found happiness and wish them all the best in the future!

 such a gorgeous couple
 playing the piano for the ceremony
 their adorable children
 cheri and lauriekae
 aaron, eliza, charisa, and baby enoch
 caleb, sadie, xavier, aaron, and baby reagan
 my favorite man
brian and paige with our parents and siblings...
we missed you tiffany, jairus, and cassie!
 The new family!

5SF Edition 47

(The Manly Edition)
man food for a night of geek gaming

testosterone in the disheveled living room

halo reach & modern warfare 2

Tron soundtrack by Daft Punk
I Sara, was downstairs keeping my distance from the dangerous gaming men while perusing the internet for much gentler subjects like how to build a chicken coop, sea salt chocolates, and wallpaper...
I may or may not have consumed a funyun.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

I like my voice


God delivers messages through goosebumps.  Just a moment ago a conversation with my grandmother from last week about writing and poetry and life and missions slid into my mind.  When she said, "I like my voice" it left such a powerful impression on me that I haven't been able to forget it... like a song that plays over and over again in my head.  Grandma Mary was sharing her wisdom about growing as a writer and praying for gifts.  If you want something, if you lack a gift, pray for it she says.  Let the spirit guide you, write for yourself, and for God, don't compare yourself to others.  I asked her so many questions and she answered so many... she has always been my mentor.  I have grown through the years listening to her poetry, her songs, her stories about dragons and Joseph of Egypt.  I have recently struggled with my own voice as doubt and discouragement creep into my head.  I yearn to express what's in my heart, and I have felt with the over-abundance of writers out there, that I am but a mere whisper.  Then when she said, "I like my voice" it hit me, don't write to please "them", write just because it's who you are... let it flow, cultivate your expression, meld it into something organic, not forced.  Sometimes I feel like I'm in preschool, making sentences with a limited vocabulary... like I know something is inside of me wanting to get out, and I can't translate my emotions into human language.  I want to be able to say that "I like my voice".
Minutes later after I thought about my grandmother, I opened an email message from my mom saying that her dear aunt Helen, my grandmothers sister, had passed away suddenly last night.  It feels raw to talk about this, but I can't help but notice the timing of my thoughts and the way the spirit was telling me something deep and important if I would listen, and I did.  Sometimes getting answers to prayers is like retrieving broken morse code, snatching parts here and there... when at a magical moment, the dots and dashes come together to complete the whole message, making perfect sense... harmony.  My great Aunt Helen was an amazing poet.  She won many awards and was as graceful and talented as a woman could be.  She will be so missed, but we have her words, her voice.  We can carry her and visit her thoughts when we read her poems.  Because she has opened her heart and shared it in ink, we have her with us always... in that respect, writing makes you eternal. 
The following are some of Helen's poems taken from the book-

Bread and Milk and Music- Three Sister's Voices
by, karen keith gibson, helen keith beaman, and mary keith boyack
Stringing Beads

My first best friend and I searched
for treasure behind her house
Where rain dripped from eaves,
we found tiny rocks glinting in sunlight,
pieces of colored glass: rubies, emeralds,
diamonds---and bugs we held like jewels
as they rolled themselves up into beads

I see a dragonfly darting, darning
holes in my sky, stitching together
prayers and songs I sang as a child,
stringing them, knotting the ends:
pearls to present to God.

I sat with my daughter, guiding
the dull needle as she strung popcorn
She sits with her daughters threading
jewels of colored glass, boxes of rainbows.

Blackbirds, strung like onyx beads
on the power line, lift together
and scatter, the necklace breaking.

I look for pieces under my bed,
in the corners.  Fingers brush
back and forth, so I don't miss
what I cannot see.

My husband recounts stories
nospaceinbetween, linked
like paper chains on a Christmas tree
until they connect ending to beginning.

This morning he brought me
a dead dragonfly, arms fold,
wings wide to span a lifetime.
I frame it against a sky, watch,
wait for the signal to unfold,
to wing our way home.
Lon Grew Up

thinking he was as old
as his siblings.  He and I talk.
His kindergarten friend walks
with leg braces.  Lon watches
him go all the way across
the tricky-bars, cheers him on.
The other kids pull faces, laugh.

Hey, you just do the baby way!
Duh-duh, duh-duh---little baby!

Well, I bet you couldn't do it
if you'd had polio!  Lonnie slams
the words back at them.
His breath staggers in the telling,
throat constricts, eyes expand, hands clench.
He relives the passion.

He grew up to be a policeman--
father of three sons
and six daughters.
He has championed all of them
just like he did his friend
in first grade.
Missing Lines

I search for the grandmother
who died too soon to hang a memory on.
The family photograph fails to capture more
than one stark and stilted flash,
a final sitting before she was too weak
to sit, before she was---

Daddy, not yet six, stands
behind the others.  I see pain
in his face.  Bess hid his shoes,
but it's more than that.
The three sisters cluster like the Pleiades
around Grandmother's knee.
The pain in her face is because--

I search, trying to pry loose
her mask of mortality.  That shell,
closing too soon on her life,
also hides us from ourselves.
Grandchildren will scan my image,
wondering what I never knew myself.

work boots

I never thought seeing my kids in work boots would melt my heart like it does, but guess what, serious meltage.  Now if I could just acquire an affection for the smell of manure left on those workboots, then the circle of life would be complete.  Addy and Landon religiously feed their steers at 6:30am and 6:30pm... give or take a few minutes:)  I'm so impressed by their work ethic and care for these tender animals.  Without reminder, Landon replaces the steers muddy mucky water with fresh clear water even in the pitch dark, and Addy always takes time to scratch their dirty heads to gain their trust and let them know she's a friend.  Since they started taking care of them a few months earlier than last year, I'm afraid it's going to be twice as hard once auction time comes to part ways.  But how grateful I am for all the lessons they're learning, and it makes living in these long, cold, annoying winters worthwhile... almost.

tending reagan

While my sister sadie sweats it up at crossfit,
the boys and I tend reagan.
New things she's learned...
batman toys taste yummy,
mr. freeze's legs help soothe teething,
tade has a soft spot for babies,
aunt sara's royksopp, is not like my mama's britney...
but dance-able just the same,
charlie likes to pet me on the head,
tade is very protective of my toys,
naptime at the schofield house is noisy,
aunt sara is really pretty and cool and awesome and...
charlie wants his picture taken too.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

conference afternoon

This is how we spent our Saturday-
Chris, despite his eyes being closed during general conference talks, always seems to be able to recount the messages with perfection... how does he do that? Aahhh, he looks so cute all tuckered out... I just want to cuddle right up next to him.
 The kids colored while listening.
 Tade was having difficulties.  Just keeping it real people.  As a side note, his name seemed to come up in every conversation I had with my friends in the days before.. I am excited to implement new things I've learned, and I know someday this "special" stage he's in will pass... it will pass right?
 It's so cool that anyone around the world can just hop on the internet and stream live feed of conference right in their home.  Every single talk today was so terrific and taught me something.  I can't wait to read them again and highlight and dissect each inspired message.
 Addy made yummy smoothies for everyone as a Saturday treat.  She has been cooking and baking so many fun things lately, perhaps I should put her in charge of a couple meals during the week...
what do you say Ad?  Looks like a yes.
The kids cousin Elaine who goes to school at BYU Idaho sang beautifully in the choir during the afternoon session.  The music during conference is equally as wonderful as the spirit felt during the talks. Elaine is in the light blue shirt on the right.
 The girls always sneak away for dinner and dessert while the guys are at the evening priesthood meeting.  Tonight we had Cafe Rio salads and Orange Leaf frozen yogurt.  I was in a fruity mood, but couldn't resist a few gummi bears.
This is me being artistic on the drive home.
good night.