Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Sleeping Buddies
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
A night off...
I sat in a cafe tonight sipping hot chocolate and reading a book. I had brief images of my trip to NYC brush past me as I sat relaxing. I relish time to myself. In fact, I strolled three times around the little fountain outside the cafe prolonging the inevitable drive home. I wish I understood better how to balance myself and my various roles.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Retro Camera App
So, I have a Android phone now. We switched from Sprint over to Verizon for a myriad of reasons and let me tell you what, this phone is amazing! Go me and my Samsung Fascinate! I hardly get on my computer anymore because I can check my email, facebook, blog, and pretty much anything else I want to do on the internet right on my phone. It's really quite scary how much time I could waste on this thing.
But, anyhow, last night I discovered this fantastic app, Retro Camera. It has five retro cameras you can choose from to take pictures with, and then gives you the output that particular old camera would have done (be it washed out colors, scratchy edges, etc...) Take a look at a couple pics I took on it this morning:
Pretty amazing that my phone can take these kinds of pictures, right? Thanks Retro Camera App.
But, anyhow, last night I discovered this fantastic app, Retro Camera. It has five retro cameras you can choose from to take pictures with, and then gives you the output that particular old camera would have done (be it washed out colors, scratchy edges, etc...) Take a look at a couple pics I took on it this morning:
Pretty amazing that my phone can take these kinds of pictures, right? Thanks Retro Camera App.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Christmas Re-Cap
It's a month later, but I realized that not only have I neglected my blog for that entire time, but I didn't post anything about our Christmas Eve and Christmas morning. Here are some pics to do the talking for me.
Christmas Eve the Johnson cousins acted out the Nativity. We are still working on our costuming budget. :)
Anyone notice anything about Ezra's eyes? Silly boy.
Her much-coveted Wonder Woman toy.
We are all about NOT spoiling our kids. Ashlyn got two things this year: a baby, and a stroller. Both were a huge hit, however. I know my child so well.
The older kids got harmonica's just like Papa Johnson's. They were so excited to play with him!
And that's it! It was a great Christmas! Short and sweet. I am sure I forgot a lot of details that I would have included had I written closer to the event, but, I may put off writing these posts in the future, just to ensure my brevity. :)
Christmas morning....
The older kids got harmonica's just like Papa Johnson's. They were so excited to play with him!
And that's it! It was a great Christmas! Short and sweet. I am sure I forgot a lot of details that I would have included had I written closer to the event, but, I may put off writing these posts in the future, just to ensure my brevity. :)
Sunday, December 26, 2010
The Eleventh and Twelfth Days of Christmas
With the business of Christmas, I was swept away into family activities, with no computer in sight, so I am combining the last two days into one. And, in my opinion, this gift deserves two days anyway.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my Father gave to me, His Beloved Son.
No cutesy rhyming this time. And I don't really think I need to expound much. I believe in Christ, and I am eternally grateful for the gift of His life, His death, and His atonement.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my Father gave to me, His Beloved Son.
No cutesy rhyming this time. And I don't really think I need to expound much. I believe in Christ, and I am eternally grateful for the gift of His life, His death, and His atonement.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
The Tenth Day of Christmas
Has it really been 10 days? Writing every day for 10 days is some record for me. So anyway, here we go....
On the tenth day of Christmas, my Father gave to me: a happy childhood with my family.
So, I thought I'd give a little shout-out here to my parents and siblings. I didn't have the "perfect" childhood, but who did? Everyone has their problems, regrets, and "scars" if you will. I think that is what brings richness to our characters and color to our lives. So, today I am grateful for two loving and devoted parents who did their VERY best to raise me in truth and righteousness. My father worked as hard as he could, doing what he knew, and stood firm in his testimony. My mom brought a jubilant energy to my childhood, and a soft listening ear. My siblings have always been supportive and unified. We moved a lot and there were many days when I went to school and my only friends were my siblings. It made us appreciate each other and band together as the "Johnson Team". So, to my family, thank you for: all the endless games of "Mexican Poker", movie marathons, lengthy analytical "debates", exploring adventures in the woods and ponds of Oregon, endless meals of bean burritos, loaves of hot homemade bread, childhood games of "Bull Chase" "Hot Lava Monster" and "Round House", the yearly garden, apple-picking at Bonnie's, washing the New Yorker while listening to Boys II Men, painting the shop floor, eating plane food for months, Christmas lights on Thanksgiving, the tramp, being chased by geese at the Gibson house, playing cars on the dirt wall, "flying" down the Gibson drive to catch the school bus, making up dances with Bree, driving the Suburu around the field, exploring Thompson Creek, moving, and moving some more, going to see Chalet Comb and dreaming of large homes we never had, summertime at Grandma Lois' house, riding her blue bike to the pool, swimming when it got to be "72 degrees out", Grandpa Lay, driving 30 minutes to church, Kirstin puking during that drive nearly every week, stopping in Rice Hill for ice cream, stopping at Food 4 Less for ice cream, "Food 4 Less Gas", LOL (still laughing about that), sigh, and many, many other countless memories of our home and life. Merry Christmas.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my Father gave to me: a happy childhood with my family.
So, I thought I'd give a little shout-out here to my parents and siblings. I didn't have the "perfect" childhood, but who did? Everyone has their problems, regrets, and "scars" if you will. I think that is what brings richness to our characters and color to our lives. So, today I am grateful for two loving and devoted parents who did their VERY best to raise me in truth and righteousness. My father worked as hard as he could, doing what he knew, and stood firm in his testimony. My mom brought a jubilant energy to my childhood, and a soft listening ear. My siblings have always been supportive and unified. We moved a lot and there were many days when I went to school and my only friends were my siblings. It made us appreciate each other and band together as the "Johnson Team". So, to my family, thank you for: all the endless games of "Mexican Poker", movie marathons, lengthy analytical "debates", exploring adventures in the woods and ponds of Oregon, endless meals of bean burritos, loaves of hot homemade bread, childhood games of "Bull Chase" "Hot Lava Monster" and "Round House", the yearly garden, apple-picking at Bonnie's, washing the New Yorker while listening to Boys II Men, painting the shop floor, eating plane food for months, Christmas lights on Thanksgiving, the tramp, being chased by geese at the Gibson house, playing cars on the dirt wall, "flying" down the Gibson drive to catch the school bus, making up dances with Bree, driving the Suburu around the field, exploring Thompson Creek, moving, and moving some more, going to see Chalet Comb and dreaming of large homes we never had, summertime at Grandma Lois' house, riding her blue bike to the pool, swimming when it got to be "72 degrees out", Grandpa Lay, driving 30 minutes to church, Kirstin puking during that drive nearly every week, stopping in Rice Hill for ice cream, stopping at Food 4 Less for ice cream, "Food 4 Less Gas", LOL (still laughing about that), sigh, and many, many other countless memories of our home and life. Merry Christmas.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
The Ninth Day of Christmas
On the ninth day of Christmas, my Father gave to me: His Holy House to bring me serenity.
Of all the aspects of the gospel I love, the Temple of God is the part I love the most. I have so many empowering and strengthening experiences there. I love being there more than anywhere else.
During my single years and through part of my married life (until I had my first baby), I volunteered as an ordinance worker in the Provo Temple. I was there all day Saturdays. My heart and soul grew so much during those days, and I got to work with some of the most celestial people. They taught me truth, and I learned so much being on the "worker" side of the ordinances. I long to go back... So, you have an idea where I will be when my last kid turns 18, right?
During my single years and through part of my married life (until I had my first baby), I volunteered as an ordinance worker in the Provo Temple. I was there all day Saturdays. My heart and soul grew so much during those days, and I got to work with some of the most celestial people. They taught me truth, and I learned so much being on the "worker" side of the ordinances. I long to go back... So, you have an idea where I will be when my last kid turns 18, right?
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