Malaysia Bound

This kid is going on a mission. 

And this is what he had to say about it. From the pulpit. 

"Back with Ammon and the sons of Mosiah they had panthers and it was more sketchy. They had to take bows and arrows for food and all I have to take is my ATM card."

Classic Ian. He's always been full of one liners and funny phrases... that he says with all sincerity. The other day he caught a quail and a rabbit and then gutted them in front of our three year old nephew.

Asher

"Look Asher, these are the bunny's lungs," Ian said. Asher responded by singing a song about Peter Cottontail.

Then my family roasted rabbit and quail for dinner.

Anyway, Ian's hitting up the MTC Wednesday morning. I do and I don't want him to go! Dilemmas.   

The Modesty Myth

This thrills me! I believe modesty is good, and bodies are sacred. But I never understood why I was supposed to cover myself as much as possible just because "boys couldn't control their thoughts" and I was provoking them by showing my shoulders.

An excerpt:  "I have a radical proposal: the church and Mormon parents should teach girls that they have value without connecting that value to the sexiness of their bodies, their attractiveness to men, their capacity to make babies. Rather than lessons in which girls make lists of characteristics they should look for in a worthy, Priesthood-holding husband, have them make lists of the characteristics they should foster in themselves to be loving human beings in relationship with others, successful employees, and contributing members of their larger society. Rather than teaching them how to iron their future husbands’ dress shirts, teach them appropriate grooming and behavior for success in the workplace, as civic volunteers, as adult women."

Shouldn’t we all be a bit more like this?

There is a kind man at work who always greets—and chats with— the janitors, listens patiently to anyone who addresses him, and in a gentle, non-creepy way says things like, “Hello there pretty lady” to the women whom he passes in the hall. 


On another note, today I found out that accidentally lint-rolling your hair really hurts.