classylady

I bought some kitchen towels this past summer that had pictures of lemons and the saying “Easy Peazy, Lemon Squeezy”.

Vort’s link is very informative.
People from all walks of life get involved with ham radio. Men seem to be predominantly involved, though women, such as myself, also get into the hobby. I’ve known of children as young as eight pass the test for their license.

I'm writing this as I take a short break from packing and tidying. The best way to reduce clutter is to move house, as I will be doing in the next two days. I've just spent 45 minutes going through some papers that I somehow managed to retain from when I was a stake clerk. In the same pile of papers was an affidavit from another country rom 2006 saying that we were the parents of a child that I'd forgotten about (I don't know the story but I do know the child is now dead. Her biological mother was our niece), about ten copies of my deceased brother's will and tax papers going back to 1993. Some of that stuff will stay (the papers related to the will) the clerical papers will be shredded, some of will be thrown in the trash and some will come with me to our new house. Our kids will end up going through the stuff my wife and I leave behind as they will be staying in this house. My wife and I are being diligent in sorting things out now because we know that our kids will want to do what classylady's kids want to do - just throw the lot without sorting. 

Well, last week I passed my General license exam.  This is exciting, as I can now transmit on the HF bands.  I’ve also gotten one of my older brothers excited about ham radio.  He got his Technician license about a month after I did and will be testing for the General this week.

My apologies to the site...I've been gone for quite a while because I thought the site was going to close. I felt prompted to come tonight just to make sure, and it appears that all is well and active. So, as a brief update on me...I retired from prison chaplaincy in Dec. 2020, and am now teaching civics at a Christian school. I look forward to reengaging. PC

I’m pretty stoked! I actually passed the exam! If you knew how little I know about electronics you would have been surprised I was able to pass. It was an all morning and afternoon class with the test afterwards. I was dismayed at the material that needed to be learned, especially as it was in an area I know very little about. The terms were all Greek to me.
My husband has had his license for over 20 years. He’s quite happy I was able to pass the test. I think he had his doubts. Two of my sons took the test with me and they both got their licenses too. Yay! Can you tell I’m excited?

This reminded me of my oldest sister. For most of her life she has collected magazine articles and other papers that has a great deal of meaning to her. She spends hours going over her papers. I talked to her younger daughter and she said when her mother dies she just wants to throw it all away. The daughter said,  “I hate those papers! Mom would spend so much time on them. I feel like it took her away from me. Even now if I ask her to meet me for lunch, she will say “no, I don’t have time. I’m working on my papers.” I think her three other children will agree. And the sad thing, those papers aren’t organized in any order. No one is going to want to go through them to see if there’s articles that are worthwhile. A lot of the articles are just recipes that she thought looked good.
As my husband and I are getting older I have come to realize that we need to get rid of a lot of our stuff.  We both tend to save everything thinking there might be a use for it sometime in the future. If we died tomorrow, I feel bad for my kids who will have to go through all our stuff. Why in the world haven’t I donated more clothing to DI or Goodwill that no longer fits me? Same thing for appliances that we no longer use. Both hubby and I grew up with parents who lived through The Depression, and it was instilled in us to not throw anything away. We might “need it for when times get hard.”  I can still remember my mother telling me about prophecies of the last days “when even a rag will be scarce”. I believe in being prepared, but I have gone overboard. I wouldn’t call myself a hoarder, but I definitely have too much stuff.

This reminded me of my oldest sister. For most of her life she has collected magazine articles and other papers that has a great deal of meaning to her. She spends hours going over her papers. I talked to her younger daughter and she said when her mother dies she just wants to throw it all away. The daughter said,  “I hate those papers! Mom would spend so much time on them. I feel like it took her away from me. Even now if I ask her to meet me for lunch, she will say “no, I don’t have time. I’m working on my papers.” I think her three other children will agree. And the sad thing, those papers aren’t organized in any order. No one is going to want to go through them to see if there’s articles that are worthwhile. A lot of the articles are just recipes that she thought looked good.
As my husband and I are getting older I have come to realize that we need to get rid of a lot of our stuff.  We both tend to save everything thinking there might be a use for it sometime in the future. If we died tomorrow, I feel bad for my kids who will have to go through all our stuff. Why in the world haven’t I donated more clothing to DI or Goodwill that no longer fits me? Same thing for appliances that we no longer use. Both hubby and I grew up with parents who lived through The Depression, and it was instilled in us to not throw anything away. We might “need it for when times get hard.”  I can still remember my mother telling me about prophecies of the last days “when even a rag will be scarce”. I believe in being prepared, but I have gone overboard. I wouldn’t call myself a hoarder, but I definitely have too much stuff.

FWIW, I blatantly speculate carnal desire and learning to control it is more a similitude and/or a lower level thing that doesn't tie directly to itself the way you're speculating. As I see it, when an individual is as God is, the mastery of self is, clearly, a part of that. But that doesn't mean there's a one to one relationship in what we do in mortality with our carnal selves to what we must master in the eternities.
As an example, my mother once suggested that what she looked forward to in the eternities was being able to water-ski again. I remember thinking in response that that's like presuming as a child that when you grow up you'll be able to play with blocks all you want to! Or pick your nose and eat it all you want to. Or eat a whole bag of some disgusting candy that only kids like. Or never go to bed. Or do nothing but watch TV all day. Etc., etc. Now as an adult, it's true. I can do any of those things. But having actually grown up, I don't want to. (My examples may be imperfect, but hopefully my idea is coming across). I thought to myself, why would a perfected, exalted being who has past, present and future constantly before them, sees all, knows all, can command all things and have all power, and can, presumably, travel anywhere they want or need to instantly... why would such a being want to be dragged behind a motor boat while standing on a piece of wood for fun?
Additionally, I have nowhere near the desires and temptations (sexually speaking) that I did when I was younger. Part of that may be a lowered libido....but partly I just grew up. The idea of going to a club and dirty dancing with a stranger, for example, might have had an appeal when I was in my 20s. Now the idea sounds disgusting and stupid. Point being, things change in the way we think and feel as we mature. And we have no comprehension of God's maturity, but...just that glimmer of difference in mortality suggests something to me.
I see young teenagers engaged in activities that are "fun" and I think they're stupid and have stupid interests and desires and cannot imagine how anyone could find such silly things fun -- despite the fact that I found things like that fun when I was a teenager. Inane, giggling silliness just isn't appealing anymore. I grew up.
But I digress.
My speculative point is that, yes, learning to overcome the carnal is important -- but I don't know that that translates to some sort of reality that we'll always have those carnal desires pressing on us in some sort of manner.
FWIW, I also speculate just the opposite of your final statement. I tend to believe physical drive is a result of our fallen state. I don't tend to think we'll have physical drives -- or, rather, the perfection of our bodies means the removal of physical drives. Our need/drive to sleep, eat, take in oxygen, have sex, etc., I believe to be temporal. In point of fact, no more hunger, pain, or fatigue is, indeed, scriptural. I do understand your speculation, and, yes...maybe... Removal of hunger might not mean removal of the joy of eating. But since our enjoyment of eating stems directly from our bodies' need to fuel itself....
It'll sure be interesting to find out someday how it's all going to work though, right?

Maybe the LORD wanted to know your mission efforts were special to Him along with the others in your group in the Missionary Training Center.  You probably did not need a revelation like that with your husband.  But maybe you did not know your husband in the pre-mortal life.  I believe any Latter-Day Saint man and woman can make a marriage work if they both want it to.
Also as I was studying the different Gospel Principles once while serving a mission I had a strong impression given to me by the Holy Ghost that I had studied these truths in the pre-mortal life.  The things I learned while on a mission I would not trade for the most fine gold or valuable jewels in this world.

Funny you should mention that.  Just got back from talking to my Elders quorum president.  He assigned me to give the next priesthood lesson using this General Conference talk and specifically asked me to add my experiences and what I learned.
And to make it better, I was also asked to be the Elders quorum secretary.  They are not going to let any dust settle on me.

I've been on this forum for a while and I've even gotten into trouble a few times.  As of late, I haven't been posting very much because, you know, LIFE.  But I thought I'd pass along that after 18+ years, I've had my blessings restored.

In contrast, I have a deep, abiding, almost irrational attachment to things. I am overly sentimental. I can't bear to see my father's books given away or thrown away, so I keep them, even if I don't read them much (or at all). I treasure my school books, especially those from grad school, and plan to work through them. So far, I have worked through exactly one of them in the past 25 years. I have begrudgingly given away many of my books, but I still hang on to too many. I am also attached to the silly Father's Day cards and letters my children made for me. I have mementos of my parents and my life growing up that I still value. I am not a hoarder, but my reluctance to throw out treasures of my past sometimes makes me look like one.
I have never been much concerned with money, perhaps to a fault. Nevertheless, when I consider my own attachment to objects that represent pieces of my life, I kind of understand how some people could get attached to money and the arm of flesh. I realize that no things around us are permanent, and in that sense they aren't even "real" as eternal entities. And I think I do a fair job of distinguishing the value of eternal things (relationships, human lives) from non-eternal things (everything else). But if I had a hundred million dollars, I would probably keep at least one enormous room filled with just stuff from my past, things that hold an emotional attachment for me. Maybe my condition is uncommon—I hope so, for everyone else's sake—but I am sure I'm not alone.

I love the Christmas season! To me, it is so heartwarming to see people looking for ways to help others. I know many people are like this year round, but during the holidays there seems to be so many more willing to donate and give of their own resources.
In years past, my family has been the recipients of anonymous gifts. We live in an affluent, albeit small community. And it was obvious that our family struggled financially. One Christmas Eve we had a knock on our door about 9 pm. When we opened the door, no one was there, but, there on the steps was a huge rectangular box. Someone had given us a trampoline! My children were thrilled! That trampoline was used for years by our seven kids.
We have had anonymous donations of cash given to us on several different Christmas occasions. What a blessing this has been. One year, we had anonymous gifts of homemade quilts given to each family member. We have had coats, toys, watches, and food given to us other years. I can’t begin to tell you how grateful I have been for our kind and thoughtful neighbors.
I have seen the joy on children’s faces as they have opened presents on Christmas morning given to them by good people who have donated to various Christmas charities. To those of you who donate, thank you. 
 
I do want to mention one experience told to me by my cousin and his wife. They adopted a young teenage boy from a catholic boys home in Northern California. They also adopted his younger sister who was in a foster home. I won’t go into his horrific younger years, but needless to say foster homes were no longer willing to take him. (Many people do not want teenage boys, they are generally more willing to foster or adopt teenage girls than boys.)  For this young teen, his first Christmas in his newly adoptive home was so different from what he had ever experienced before. He had never experienced a real family Christmas. In the boys home he had only received one gift. It was a bicycle helmet. He didn’t have a bike and no access to a bike. This has helped me to realize that if we donate gifts, to be mindful of the children it will be given to.

 

I love the Christmas season! To me, it is so heartwarming to see people looking for ways to help others. I know many people are like this year round, but during the holidays there seems to be so many more willing to donate and give of their own resources.
In years past, my family has been the recipients of anonymous gifts. We live in an affluent, albeit small community. And it was obvious that our family struggled financially. One Christmas Eve we had a knock on our door about 9 pm. When we opened the door, no one was there, but, there on the steps was a huge rectangular box. Someone had given us a trampoline! My children were thrilled! That trampoline was used for years by our seven kids.
We have had anonymous donations of cash given to us on several different Christmas occasions. What a blessing this has been. One year, we had anonymous gifts of homemade quilts given to each family member. We have had coats, toys, watches, and food given to us other years. I can’t begin to tell you how grateful I have been for our kind and thoughtful neighbors.
I have seen the joy on children’s faces as they have opened presents on Christmas morning given to them by good people who have donated to various Christmas charities. To those of you who donate, thank you. 
 
I do want to mention one experience told to me by my cousin and his wife. They adopted a young teenage boy from a catholic boys home in Northern California. They also adopted his younger sister who was in a foster home. I won’t go into his horrific younger years, but needless to say foster homes were no longer willing to take him. (Many people do not want teenage boys, they are generally more willing to foster or adopt teenage girls than boys.)  For this young teen, his first Christmas in his newly adoptive home was so different from what he had ever experienced before. He had never experienced a real family Christmas. In the boys home he had only received one gift. It was a bicycle helmet. He didn’t have a bike and no access to a bike. This has helped me to realize that if we donate gifts, to be mindful of the children it will be given to.

 

I feel strongly about completing our years supply. I’ve talked to my husband about it and he agrees. I have some long term items stored, such as wheat and sugar and beans. And, I have a lot of canned goods. Just cleaned out our storage and threw a lot of canned goods away. But, I can’t find my wheat grinder. We may need to purchase a new one. I used to grind my wheat and make bread all the time. Haven’t done that in quite some time.
This year for Christmas I’m thinking of buying food storage items for my adult children. 

I feel strongly about completing our years supply. I’ve talked to my husband about it and he agrees. I have some long term items stored, such as wheat and sugar and beans. And, I have a lot of canned goods. Just cleaned out our storage and threw a lot of canned goods away. But, I can’t find my wheat grinder. We may need to purchase a new one. I used to grind my wheat and make bread all the time. Haven’t done that in quite some time.
This year for Christmas I’m thinking of buying food storage items for my adult children. 

I feel strongly about completing our years supply. I’ve talked to my husband about it and he agrees. I have some long term items stored, such as wheat and sugar and beans. And, I have a lot of canned goods. Just cleaned out our storage and threw a lot of canned goods away. But, I can’t find my wheat grinder. We may need to purchase a new one. I used to grind my wheat and make bread all the time. Haven’t done that in quite some time.
This year for Christmas I’m thinking of buying food storage items for my adult children. 

I feel strongly about completing our years supply. I’ve talked to my husband about it and he agrees. I have some long term items stored, such as wheat and sugar and beans. And, I have a lot of canned goods. Just cleaned out our storage and threw a lot of canned goods away. But, I can’t find my wheat grinder. We may need to purchase a new one. I used to grind my wheat and make bread all the time. Haven’t done that in quite some time.
This year for Christmas I’m thinking of buying food storage items for my adult children. 

I feel strongly about completing our years supply. I’ve talked to my husband about it and he agrees. I have some long term items stored, such as wheat and sugar and beans. And, I have a lot of canned goods. Just cleaned out our storage and threw a lot of canned goods away. But, I can’t find my wheat grinder. We may need to purchase a new one. I used to grind my wheat and make bread all the time. Haven’t done that in quite some time.
This year for Christmas I’m thinking of buying food storage items for my adult children. 

I believe that everyone should read this thread and seriously consider the advice.  That we ought to fast and pray concerning our each individual and family circumstance and seek precise revelation  as to what we need to do - and do it.
 
The traveler

I attended both BYU and UofU. I graduated from UofU. Hubby and I used to buy Utah football season tickets. I cheer for both teams. But, when Utah and the Y play each other I admit I am more for BYU than Utah. My experience has been that the rivalry is intense. Some of it is good natured, and I don’t mind that. It’s when it feels like hatred, that it becomes uncomfortable. Quarterback Max Hall’s statement of how much he hated Utah was inappropriate. BYU then had their long losing streak to Utah. Kind of kidding here, but I have to admit I have wondered if the Lord was punishing the Y for such unchristian behavior.

I’m not sure how to help. Just don’t do the same as me, and that is to try and sweep everything under the rug. I’ve had some real trials and struggles the last 40 years. I always pretended everything was fine, and I acted as though everything was fine, but deep inside of me, I was hurting and barely holding on. I had a break down over the issues about 10 years ago. It really frightened my husband. I finally opened up and started talking. My poor husband has become my sounding board, even though he is part of my problems (not all of them.) My struggles and trials haven’t gone away, but it helps that I don’t bottle it up inside of me. I would probably benefit from talking to a counselor, and I did have a few sessions with one, until it was no longer covered financially. Talking has helped me, but the specific trials I have will never be able to be resolved. I just need better coping skills in order to survive with some semblance of acceptance and happiness.

I love the peanut butter with Hershey's kisses.

I love cookies!!! Chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin, peanut butter with choc. kisses, snickerdoodles, sugar, pumpkin choc. chip, no bake chocolate, and so on. I don’t bake like I used to, there’s no one to help me eat them anymore. I’m the only one who really likes cookies in our house. What I need to do is halve the recipes.