Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Not Written

I have had every intention of writing for the past 1 1/2 years. I cannot believe it's been that long! Life is so busy and my blog is the last thing I attend to on my very long daily list of things to do.




I've been writing here and there---a poem for my boys in my journal about my frustrations with them being teenagers. a mystery I'm excited about with a central character who is close to home, and some songs (usually in the morning when I'm waking up) that I sometimes write down and wish I did every time. They disappear like wisps of fog with the sun.




I've been memorizing "The Living Christ" for Girls' Camp this year. It has brought me so much closer to my brother and Savior, Jesus Christ, I can't believe it. I know Him more than I ever imagined and I am so grateful for what He's done for me.


I've been reading books and spending time with my guys. I love both the time I get to read and my guys!




I've been training for a half marathon. I'm loving it! Especially my new Altra shoes!




I've also been teaching and teaching and teaching. The year is almost over! I can't believe it!



Hope all is well with my blogging friends. I think of you and hope you are still writing too!

Copyright © 2015 Corrina L. Terry

Friday, December 20, 2013

A Very Terry Thanksgiving

Steve's parents, Rhodell and Lamar Terry, rented a giant cabin in Pine Valley, Utah, for Thanksgiving this year. They had all 9 of their living children there, along with most of the grandchildren and some of the great-grandchildren. It was also their 50th wedding anniversary.
 
Lamar and Rhodell are my heroes. They were both divorced with children in the 1960's when they met. They not only created a family with their (6 combined) children, they went on to have 4 more! Steve is their youngest son. We are so grateful for their faith in God and dedication to Him and the gospel. They have been excellent examples for me and Steve as we have created our own combined family.
 
Below are some fun pics from the weekend.

Lamar, Rhodell, Steve and his siblings.
 
 
 
 
 Relaxing!

This one is our Christmas picture this
year. It didn't turn out as good in print as it did here. (But I loved the fireplace in this cabin! Amazing mantel. I had to get a picture in front of it.)







Being silly.




I look tired. I was. I ran 3 miles in 31 degrees that morning. I just about froze my legs off. This Vegas girl is not used to the cold!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





 Love the guys in this photo. Not me so much.
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 Gobs of grandkids!
 
 
 
 



 
 
 
 

You might ask, why the Bigfoot sign? Well, . . . someone in Pine Valley decided to create this lovely piece with the existing one. As of Thanksgiving weekend, it was still standing. Our boys got a kick out of it! I'd love to know who created it!
 
 
 
Photos: Corrina L. Terry, Chari Terry, & Hannah Mohler, Pine Valley, Utah, 2013.

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Forever


 
See the beautiful building above? It's the LDS St. George Temple. My parents were married and sealed* there. My husband's parents were married and sealed there. Most of our ancestors back several generations were married and sealed there.
 
Steve and I chose to be sealed there because both of us had memories with our previous spouses in the Las Vegas Temple and because our family history connected us to this gorgeous white temple.
 
It was a great day.
 
I never thought it would happen.
 
We had both been through so much.
 
Unless you've been divorced you don't understand really, even if you've been around someone who went through a divorce.
 
It was the equivalent of climbing Mt. Everest for both of us. We conquered every slope. We each fought our own demons to reach the top. We dodged landslides and endured blizzards. We made it though.
 
Steve is my best friend.
 
He is my second chance at love and marriage;
 
my greatest ally.
 
He makes me laugh every day
 
and listens to me when I need it.
 
I am so blessed to have him in my life.
 
So very, very blessed.
 
 

 
 
Copyright 2013 Corrina L. Terry
Pictures courtesy of: lds.org and Corrina L. Terry
 
*Sealed in the LDS religion means that you are married to someone not just for your time on earth, but forever. We believe that life does not end when we die. Our spirits lived with God before we came to earth and our spirits continue to live on after. If we live righteously we can be sealed to our spouses and children and live with them again.
 
LDS temples are used to perform this sacred sealing for both people living and those who have passed on.
 
If you want more information about the LDS church, please check out lds.org or contact me @ corrinaterry@hotmail.com

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

"My Name is Messy"



Have you ever considered what a label does? On canned goods, it allows us to have an understanding about what is inside the metal can we can't see through. On a person at a conference or training, it shares a name. On food packaging, it shows how many calories and nutrients the item contains. Really helpful, right? Sure! But labeling people by their actions, especially children, is not so good.

Years ago, one of my sisters was working with the children under 12 years old at church. She was their music leader and worked hard every week to provide fun, spiritual songs and activities. The ward she was attending was fairly new to her, so she didn't know all of the children's names. One Sunday she leaned down to a small girl sitting in the front row and asked her what her name was. The girl replied, "Today my mom said my name is Messy." Her sad eyes and down turned mouth was enough to plant in my sister's mind the bad idea of negative labels, especially on children.

She shared this story with me and our mom and it struck a chord. I will never forget this story, even though it has been over 17 years since she told it. I often wonder what happened to that little girl and what labels her parents give her today. I don't mean to judge the parents of this little girl harshly, but if I could meet them I would like to ask them what they were thinking.

After my own son was born I was careful not to negatively label him, even in jest. I have noticed that my son (now a teenager) is particularly sensitive to the words people use about him and I feel that my sister's experience was not just for her benefit, but for mine and my son's benefit as well. (That's not to suggest I am a perfect mother by any means. I have made plenty of mistakes!)

That being said, there are good labels we can use---helpful, smart, happy, kind, fun, honest, brave, good, fast, strong, etc. These labels, when used sincerely, can help a child to grow and develop positively. One thing I have noticed from teaching is that children will grow into just about any label you give them.

Copyright 2013 Corrina L. Terry
Photo credit: Corrina L. Terry

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Praying for a Miracle

(J & Oscar at Pine Valley 5/13.)
 
I nearly had a nervous breakdown yesterday. I spent the afternoon and well into the evening wondering if I'd see my son, J, alive again. http://www.cnn.com/2013/06/09/us/arizona-lake-mead-heat-death/index.html?

J and 3 other Boy Scouts were lost out by Lake Mead while on a hike. A leader became ill and asked to stay behind the group to rest. My son and the other scouts had gone with the main group back to the cars, but then went back when that ill leader and scouts with him didn't arrive. They found the sick leader and went for help, got lost, and ran out of water, while my husband and the remaining scout leader tried desperately to find them and help the ill leader. The temperatures were over 112. I was at home, and then my parents' house, holding my cell phone and praying my heart out.

The boys could call me and 911, but they couldn't get through to the leaders and rescue teams who were so close to them. Eventually a rescue helicopter was brought in to save them. The boys were dehydrated, but fine. Our hearts are so heavy over their leader who didn't make it. We can't stop thinking about it or talking about it.

Ironically I had just given my testimony the previous Sunday about receiving answers to my prayers. After that testimony, I'd contemplated prayer and my prayers all week as I cleaned my classroom, entered grades, and turned in my keys at school. I'd also thought about my prayers as I ran in the early morning quiet. (I love to think while I run.) I have prayed for a great number of things in my lifetime and seriously felt people's prayers boost me up during sad times, but I never felt as prayerful for help as I did yesterday. I've also never had a son lost in the summer heat for hours without water before. In fact, J is hardly ever sick with a cold. We've been very blessed so far. Correction, we continue to be very blessed.

During all of the waiting and wondering yesterday afternoon, I went upstairs to my parents' room away from the chaos happening below and knelt down to pray. I poured my heart out. I talked with Heavenly Father about how I had prayed so hard for this son and had longed to be a mother, and after years of being barren, was blessed with him. I remembered why I had named him J. It means a spiritual warrior. I felt prompted even before he was born that he would be a boy and that was the name I should call him because he was a warrior for God. I remembered my promise on the day he was born that I would do my best by him, that I would raise him in the gospel, and that I would do all I could to love and protect him. I promised God I would be a better person than I ever had been with this brown eyed baby. He would be safe with me.

As I poured my heart out to the Lord, I felt comforted that J would be okay and that he was going through this trial with the other scouts to learn something. I felt calmer and more peaceful than I had felt all day. That helped me get through the agonizing waiting to hear the news that they'd been found.

Through all of this, our families, friends, and ward members called and texted support. Steve called me so upset he hadn't been able to find them. I told him it would be okay. I knew it would be. I just wanted my boy home safe and sound.

So I write today to express my thanks to Heavenly Father for prayer. I am so grateful it is an open communication He and I have. He listens and He loves me. If I thought I had a testimony of prayer before, I had only a small idea of it. My testimony of prayer has grown tenfold.

I am so thankful J is home safe and sound. I am so grateful for this blessing from God and that I have more time on earth with my son. My heart is heavy for the Bowman family. We continue to pray for them and hope they will find peace at this difficult time.

Corrina L. Terry Copyright 2013
Picture credit: Corrina L. Terry




Friday, June 7, 2013

Summertime Blues









I think Eddie Cochran said it right in his song, "Summertime Blues."
                  
                   "Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do,
                    But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues."

As a teacher, I really, really look forward to summer vacation. I love the freedom, the family reunions, the lounging around in the sun, reading books and not having to follow a schedule. For those very same reasons I dread summer. I love a schedule, I remember why I only see some family members once a year, I'm bored at home away from people and the bustle of a job, and I NEED a schedule!

When I brought up the "summer schedule" idea to my son, J, he stubbornly put his foot down. (Wonder where he got that from?) He told me having a schedule this summer would smother him. I replied that NOT having a schedule this summer was going to kill me! It was a battle of wills in the 4 Runner on the way home from school.

Who won?

Both of us.

I gave in (a little) and told him that just a morning schedule would help me get things done so that we could have fun the afternoons. The schedule would be as follows---from 8:30-10:30 am the boys would be engaged in practicing their piano, working on merit badges for Boy Scouts, getting their chores done, and writing.

J was horrified by the writing option. He has decided at the mature age of 13 that he DETESTS writing and English classes in general. His handwriting is atrocious. He doesn't care. He labors to write essays. They are a form of medieval torture. He can't believe that I love to read and write stories and essays, much less teach those things. To him people like me are crazy. He is a math, science, and music whiz.

What he doesn't know is that while he excels in math, science, and music, he's actually a very good reader and writer. But writing takes time and energy. It's a craft that must be practiced and practiced. It's his patience that he can't stand right now. His interests are not in writing anything. Taking the time to use his giant, man-like hands to hold a slender pencil and put words to paper is a frustration. As an English teacher, I am horrified at the thought of one of my boys NOT enjoying writing! It's like a band teacher having children who hate music! Thus the idea of writing time was born in the Terry home. My hope is that with a lot of practice, he will at least grow more comfortable with it.

I gave the boys several choices: write a poem, song, short story or essay on a subject of your choice each day. (I never said how long they had to be. Let's see how many days it takes them to ask.) We will go to the library for books or use our computers at home to research ideas. The boys can hand write or type their work. (I hoped this would encourage J a little.) If they choose not to write, they must work on a merit badge. Little do they know, most merit badges take a fair amount of writing. J thought the merit badge idea was awesome. Ha ha! 

In the meantime, I have my schedule, sort of, and the boys have some freedom, sort of. I'm just hoping to bypass my summertime blues quickly. It usually takes me a couple of days to relax. Then after my daily scheduled time of running errands and writing, I'll find a hammock, a good book, and try to enjoy my summer!

Corrina L. Terry Copyright 2013
Photo credit: www.beachbayonet.com
Song quote: Eddie Cochran & Jerry Capehart, "Summertime Blues," 1958.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Kleenex Box



Runny nose,
sore throat,
watery eyes,
head ache,
annoying cough,
Kleenex box,
tissue pile,
food tasteless,
no spunk.
Spring allergies?
Spring cold.
It sucks!

Copyright 2013 Corrina L. Terry
Photo credit: Corrina L. Terry

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Spring Cleaning


 


As you can probably tell from the title and the pic above, this post is about Spring Cleaning or "What-Better-Things-Do-I-Have-to-Do-on-My-Spring-Break???" I really do have better things to do (like write, read books, and catch up on my Netflix list), but the work needs to get done before I can play. We've been cleaning up and clearing out since Friday when I got home from work. I always have my little list of chores to tackle over Winter/Spring/Summer breaks; this was no exception.

As I was eyeballing the things I needed to clean/remove, my husband made a small comment about the "clutter" of pictures and knick-knacks around our family room. (I had been looking at the build-up of old magazines on the coffee table.) I took offense. I really shouldn't have. He wasn't trying to be mean, but I didn't feel good and I hate change, so I freaked out just a little. Anyway . . . after I calmed down, I realized he was right. I removed a majority of the photos and knick-knacks and it looks cleaner in there, plus there's less to dust!

Why did I mention dust??? Have I ever told you that I DETEST dusting? I pay/bribe my kids to dust for me. They are boys. They don't really like it either, but they like the $$$ I offer or the treats I provide. If they won't do it, which is a lot lately come to think about it, it doesn't get done very often. Our little old house has little old windows that welcome the desert dust in with open arms. Heck, they throw parties!

So here I am on my Spring Break, DUSTING (gag) and clearing out stuff, and wiping baseboards (who invented those stupid things???) and my son tells me my hands are all rough and I notice my nails are chipped and gross looking, and I'm sneezing (a cold + allergies), and I want to quit, but I don't. (Deep breath.) The house looks better. My shoulders feel lighter with less stuff in our house, and I feel good giving things away to a better cause.

So Spring Break Cleaning, bring it! We're almost done clearing out! We're almost done dusting! (Even if it will be dusty again tomorrow.) And dog-gone-it, we're happy with the results!

Copyright 2013 Corrina L. Terry
Photo credit: http://tubarks.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/spring-cleaning.jpg

Friday, March 8, 2013

Be Careful!

 
 
     My students wrote narrative poems for a unit we worked on this month. I usually write along with them, not only because it helps me see how hard/easy the assignments are, but because I can also give them my honest opinion on how to complete it. This narrative poem was no exception and I was secretly pleased with my poem. I thought it would be fun to share it with you.
 
"Be Careful"
 
Josh rode his silver scooter
back and forth,
back and forth,
in the open courtyard.
 
In a blink,
he was gone.
I asked my husband,
"Where did Josh go?"
"I think he fell. I heard a noise," was his reply.
 
I leaned
over the brick courtyard wall to see.
 
Josh lay there,
on his back,
not moving;
still.
 
I ran to him,
concerned.
 
He told me NOT to touch him.
Let him stay there,
just a bit.
 
So I did.
 
I walked back by
five minutes later.
Josh still hadn't moved
a muscle.
 
"Are you SURE you're okay?" I questioned him.
His reply was a "No."
"Can you move?" I asked,
checking him for broken limbs
and blood.
I found neither.
 
He wanted to stay,
flat on the ground.
I could see him fighting
the pain.
 
"I'm fine," he whispered.
I disagreed and carefully moved him
inside,
with an icepack on his elbow
and a blue Aleve for pain.
 
Several hours later,
after a visit to the emergency room,
an x-ray,
and doctor's exam,
he was sent home.
 
It was a sprain.
Relief!
 
The next day,
he took his silver scooter out for a ride again.
 
I warned him to "Be careful!"
He rolled his eyes
and sped away.
 
 
 
Copyright March 5, 2013 Corrina L. Terry

Monday, March 4, 2013

Forgiveness

We watched the video on forgiveness below in Young Women's class Sunday. I used it in our Family Home Evening lesson tonight. It made me cry both times.

Forgiveness has been on my mind lately, as I strive to forgive people in my life and in Steve's life who have hurt us. I know it's important to forgive others, for my own spiritual growth, but also because it's a commandment from our Heavenly Father. It isn't always easy though.

While I consider myself a fairly forgiving person, the kind man in this Mormon Message is one of the most forgiving people I've ever heard of. This story of his experience in forgiveness amazed me.

http://www.lds.org/media-library/video/mormon-messages?lang=eng&id=2010-07-14-forgiveness-my-burden-was-made-light#2010-07-14-forgiveness-my-burden-was-made-light

Copyright 2013 Corrina L. Terry
Photo Courtesy: http://www.sharinggodsgrace.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/Give-Forgiveness.jpg
Video Courtesy: www.lds.org

Sunday, February 24, 2013

A Tug of War

 
A Quote from the Sisters of the Quilt Series
 
So my sister, Nikki, left three books for me at my mom's house to take home and read. One glance at the covers (picture of an Amish girl) and I thought, "Hmmm. Probably boring, but we'll see."
 
Turns out they were great!
 
I have weird taste in books. I usually like mysteries, but will read just about anything that doesn't have graphic sex and loads of cussing in it. It HAS to have an interesting story. So my favorite authors range from Jane Austen to Clive Cussler to Beth Revis to Janet Evanovich. It depends on my mood.
 
I started the first book in by Cindy Woodsmall's series and couldn't put it down. I finished all three in a week. Woodsmall weaves a story of love, loss, family dynamics, religion, the Amish culture, and does an amazing job!
 
One quote from the second book, "When Morning Comes," caught my eye. The main character, Hannah, has endured some pretty heavy stuff. Her parents have abandoned her, her community thinks the worst of her, and the man she loves wants nothing to do with her, so she left her familiar life for life out in the Englischers. (Yes, that is the correct spelling.) She slowly finds her way outside of the life she's known, but she feels torn.
 
Here's the quote:
"The world she now lived in and the one she'd been raised in seemed to battle within her constantly. Each pulled her in an opposite direction, as if she were the rope in a tug of war." (p. 268)
 
I read that and it hit a nerve with me. I've felt that way since I started teaching seven years ago. The home I was raised in (and the lifestyle I had grown accustomed to) is not the one I have today. I admit I was pretty spoiled growing up. I thought things were going to turn out differently.
 
I have felt a change happening within myself.

Part of it is getting older and my body changing, as well as my kids getting older, but the rest of it is having a career that is tugging me to become someone different than I was. It's not a bad thing, but it's uncomfortable. Who likes that much change?
 
I planned on being a stay-at-home-mom like my mom was and having a passel of kids. I planned on staying out of the world and living in my bubble of life with my kids and hubby. That didn't happen.
 
I planned on being a totally different person. Nicer. Saner. No luck.
 
My dad bugged me for YEARS to become a teacher. I tried the major at BYU and nothing really clicked for me, so I earned an English degree instead. Little did I know, twelve and a half years later, I'd use that degree to become a teacher!
 
Being a teacher is part nature, part battle for me. I'm the oldest of five kids and naturally bossy, so that part comes easy. The secretarial stuff (taking roll, grading, creating lessons, attending meetings, etc.) is a breeze. The actual teaching is like breathing. I love it. It flows out of me. But teaching itself is just a small part of what I do each day.
 
Part of the battle is the disciplining part.
 
Ugh.
 
Not my favorite part.
 
Avoiding confrontation used to be something I was good at.
Not any longer. I have confrontations with students (and sometimes parents and teachers) daily. This has helped me with my own children though. It's been a blessing really.
 
Am I better off than I thought I'd be? Mentally, emotionally, and spiritually--- yes. I feel like I'm doing what Heavenly Father wants me to do. I'm in the right place at the right time. I read today that opposition is something we encounter daily to help us grow. We have to have it to grow.
 
Teaching has REALLY helped me grow.
 
Life has REALLY helped me grow.
 
I had no idea.
 
I hope I'm still nice enough when it's all over.
 
:o)
 
Copyright 2013 Corrina L. Terry
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Sunday, February 3, 2013

Time for . . . Me???




I've noticed my boys need my time less and less. Turning twelve and thirteen last year changed their lives and mine. They're suddenly busy with Young Men's (church group) or Mutual (combined Young Men-Young Women church group), sports, music, and their friends more and their dad and me less. They can cook/prepare their own snacks and most meals, even if they don't want to. They're pretty much self-sustaining, except for the daily reminder to shower and used deodorant. ;o)

Their idea of a fun Friday night isn't watching a family movie with us anymore, but playing Xbox, watching a movie they like, hanging out with guys their own age, or listening to their IPods. Childhood things are tucked away, and teenage activities have taken their place. I have to wince a little over this.

My life prior to this period revolved around what my boys wanted or needed to do each day. I'm a "hands on" mom---I took them to the library, enjoyed the kid programs there and helped them pick out books. I drove them to the park, pushed them on swings or played referee between them and their cousins. They enjoyed going grocery shopping with me and fought over who would push the cart. I came up with fun activities for Saturdays and days off from school. We explored museums, bird sanctuaries, and skate parks. I had grown used to being there for them all of the time and thinking things wouldn't change.

Now they don't need me to watch them every second of the day or even want to hang out with me 24/7 anymore. Seems like a good thing to most parents, right?

Still . . .

Having no younger children has left me at a precipice. What to do with this free time? I have felt a real loss. Actual tears have been shed. Finding a way to channel my helpful "mom" energy has been a challenge.

I miss being needed by little people. I guess it's a good thing I'm a teacher. I channel some of it into helping my students. Some of it has gone into cleaning my house better. (Ugh.) Some has gone into my lessons with the Young Women at church. Steve and I go on more dates and spend more time together at home than we used to. I've read gobs more books and watched even more movies and "Poirot" episodes.

Steve's been really supportive through this crisis of mine and has encouraged me in writing. I think he's got the right idea. I would love to finish the two stories I've started. I think writing about funny things that happen in life would be a kick. So, who knows? I've always believed that when one door closes, God opens another one. It's just not usually the door I would've picked. In this case, I don't have much of a say in keeping my kids little.




Copyright 2013 Corrina L. Terry
Photos: Me Clock: http://maizehutton.blogspot.com/2012/08/make-doily-plate-clock.html
Circle pic: The Henderson Ladies Me Time Group, Henderson, NV




 

Saturday, January 26, 2013

My Guys


If you know me at all by now, you know I'm a mom to two boys and we're a blended family. Never in a million years did I think I'd only physically bear one child and become a stepmother to another! It has been a learning experience for all of us. There are absolutely amazing days and darn difficult days, but thinking back to my own childhood, probably not too much different from a non-blended family, except that there are more people (bio parents, grandparents, etc.) and feelings involved.

I love my kids and my hubby. I pray for them every day, sometimes several times throughout the day, depending of much patience I have. ;o) As the boys grow older, I worry about how well I've done as a parent, and am sometimes kept awake at night thinking about what I could've done differently. But peace is found after prayer and the acceptance that my boys learn from their mistakes and they have lots of love and support from Steve and me.

My guys give me more happiness and pure joy in watching them accomplish things than they will ever know. For a girl who dreamed of having three or four kids, and at least 1 girl, Heavenly Father knew what he was doing when He gave me my guys.

Copyright 2013 Corrina L. Terry
Photo: Corrina L. Terry, Lake Mead National Recreation Area, NV, 1/13.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Who Could Turn From Christ?































This evening I learned one of my Laurels is not really interested in Christ or the gospel anymore. It tore a piece of my heart. Who could turn from Christ?

A Laurel is a girl in our church between the ages of 16-18. Her age alone, you might say, would be answer enough for my question. True. I can hope she will come back. I can pray she does. Then it hit me. "Call her."

"Who, me Lord?" I asked. And so my conversation with my Heavenly Father began.

"Yes. You, Corrina."

"She won't listen to me. She doesn't know me well enough or trust me yet."

"She will."

"I'm afraid."

"Of what? A girl?"

"Yes. I've opened myself up to her and the other girls I teach week after week. What if she throws it in my face?"

"She won't."

"How . . .?"

"Call her."

I picked up the phone and called before I lost my nerve. Her mother answered and told me to try in an hour. She'd be home. She also wished me luck.

I tried in an hour and a half. (I said I was nervous!) No answer. It went straight to voicemail. I left a message.

No call back from mother or daughter.

I tried again an hour later. This time it rang. My heart jumped. I swallowed nervously. Mother answered and took the phone to daughter.

Here is the gist our conversation.

"Hi! It's Sister Terry! How are you?"

"Okay, I guess."

"Is everything going ok?"

"Yeah. I'm just going through some stuff."

"Anything I can help you with?"

"No. Not really."

Silence. (I was hoping she'd open up a little. Nope. She was quiet.)

"Well, . . . I called to ask your help. I'm giving the lesson on Sunday, you know how the new lessons don't have manuals? I'm asking the girls in class to each read, ponder, and pray about a scripture, then come to class prepared to share your thoughts and feelings. Could you help me? Will you be there on Sunday?"

Silence a second too long.

"I'll try." (Less than enthused.)

"Thank you! The scriptures are---wait. I'll wait for you to get a pen. Let me know when you're ready."

Noise in background as she searches for a pen. Finally after some time a pen is found. She's ready.

"Matthew 11:28-30 and John 14:27."

After some further small talk, I told her we missed her and loved her and looked forward to seeing her on Sunday. She was less than enthusiastic.

I am hopeful. I'm also an optimist.

I pray about the scriptures I assign to the girls each week. You may wonder what her scriptures said. They are:

Matthew 11:28-30
"28 aCome unto me, all ye that blabour and are heavy laden, and I will give you crest.
 29 Take my ayoke upon you, and blearn of me; for I am cmeek and dlowly in eheart: and ye shall find frest unto your souls.
 30 For my yoke is aeasy, and my burden is light."
 
and
 
John 14:27
"27 aPeace I leave with you, my bpeace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be ctroubled, neither let it be afraid."
 
Was God guiding me tonight or what?

After we hung up, I was shaking and couldn't help but cry a little. Not about her brusque manner with me, but because she leaving the light and walking out into the dark. I know that God loves her. I know that His Son, Jesus Christ, loves her too, and she's turning her back on both of them. The two people (at her age) she should be turning to most! Why???

I hope she comes to our class on Sunday. I pray she does! I pray she reads those scriptures and is brought closer to the Spirit, who will in turn, bring her closer to Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. We'll see what Sunday brings.

Copyright 2013 Corrina L. Terry
Photo & Scriptures: www.lds.org

Sunday, January 6, 2013

New Year's Resolutions???

Why call them "New Year's Resolutions?" Shouldn't they be called, "Corrina's Resolutions" or "My Resolutions?" It's not the New Year that wants to make changes. It's me.

I usually make a few resolutions every year. This year, I plan on keeping up my usual running, reading, writing, etc., but my biggest resolution is to SLOW DOWN.



I find myself running 60 miles an hour every single day. By Friday after school, I am exhausted, run down, and miserable. (And that's going to sleep every night by 10pm and waking up at 5:20am. That's 7 1/2 hours of sleep! I could get more sleep, but I think that should be enough.) No more dragging. I can't take it another week.

So . . . here's my plan.

1. DE-stress. Don't worry so much about EVERYTHING. I can't solve every students' problems. I can't save the world. I can solve my sons' problems and my hubby's problems though. Don't take everything so seriously. The world will not end if my house is still a construction zone a year from now.
 

2. Make sure I'm eating good foods every 2 hours. (Low blood sugar issues that leave me up and down all day. Eating regularly helps keep my moods even.)
3. Still go to sleep by 10pm; earlier, if I can.
4. Continue to take the guys to their music lessons and Mutual. Smile about it. This time with them is fleeting. Some of the best conversations I've had with them has been in the car driving them somewhere.
5. Remember the beauty around me through what I see or through my memories.
6. Slow down.


Copyright 2013 Corrina L. Terry
Photos: http://www.keepcalm-o-matic.co.uk/p/keep-calm-and-slow-down-10/
http://hidastaelamaa.fi/2012/11/hellita-hetkeksi-viikon-luennot-ja-tapahtumat/slow-down-lifestyle-concept-2/
http://www.pfadvice.com/2012/03/19/slow-down-save-money/
http://www.minimalwall.com/2010/07/28/slow-down/

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Dusting off Memories

Sorry to miss writing last night. The hubby and I had our much belated Anniversary Date! We had a delicious dinner and dessert and walked around the Venetian Hotel, pretending we were in Venice. It was late when I went to sleep.

The good news is that the ideas are flowing this evening!

Every year at the beginning of January (or so depending on my time) I go through my second hand filing cabinet to clean out our financial files and store them elsewhere for seven years. Joy. I know. Ugh!!!

This year, as I replaced old, cruddy manila files with crisp, colorful, new ones, I made room in the lower drawer for some files. That meant throwing out files I never use. I went through every single file to determine what to keep and what to remove.

I came across several file folders of keepsakes I hadn't seen in years! 


Some I had hung in my rooms in high school and college.
 
 
Some were cards from people I love who have passed on.

 
Some were quotes, poems, or Open House fliers from temples I'd been to.

 
Some were postcards that remind me of trips I took with my family or the last gift tag from my Grandma and Grandpa Thacke.

 
The last one made me chuckle. It was a Wish List/Dreams from when I was around 25 (almost 20 years ago!) You have to promise not to laugh. I was young. Can you even read my messy writing?
 
Sadly, I have not travelled to any of the places I listed, except back to New York City, and I did go to several graveyards and churches there.
 
I have written children's picture books, but have not published them. (Deseret Book turned me down on one.) I've written a TON, but never written an entire novel. Short stories and poems I can handle, although I do have the beginnings of two excellent novels on my computer right now.
 
Happily, I have obtained my masters degree, but in Teaching (and I've gone on to complete 28 more credit hours besides.)
 
Why weight was such an issue to me then, I have no idea. I have weighed 125 pounds since then and hold pretty steady right around there. It's not a big deal to me anymore.
 
I love genealogy, but don't make enough time for it.
 
I have a nice, personalized home and was blessed to have one child. I also gained a stepson in my second marriage.

I've also ran a 5K and a 10K. (I never believed I'd run like I do now. Walking was enough for me then.)
 
I'm no longer married to the man mentioned on this list. (Don't worry. I'm happily married to Steven Terry and he's finishing his degree in teaching.)
 
Looking over this list, I realize I still want to finish it and I will.
 
Someday.
 
I'd also like to add to it.
 
I'd add:
Get sealed to Steven J. Terry. 
Get out of debt.
Send my sons (worthy and prepared) on missions.
Pick them up from their missions and meet the people they taught and baptized.
Send my boys to college.
Attend their college graduations.
Attend their temple weddings.
Babysit their children.
Teach my grandchildren everything I know.
 
Copyright 2013 Corrina L. Terry
Photos: Corrina L. Terry 2013
 
 

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Haircut!



There's nothing like a haircut and color to pamper a girl. I leave the salon feeling like a million bucks! (Wish the picture of ME was better, but at least my hair looks good!) ;o)
 
Thanks to Tiffanie Welch Campbell for her amazing talent at cutting and coloring hair! She's also fun to talk with! 
 
 
Copyright 2013 Corrina L. Terry
Photo credit: Corrina L. Terry

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

When It Rains . . .





So we're on our third major appliance purchase in six months; my hubby resuscitated a fourth one from the brink last year. I'm starting to lose faith that any appliance we own will last more than ten years.

We had a twelve year+ washing machine finally kick the bucket last spring. We bought a used one cheap through some shady repo people. It lasted about four months, so we ventured into RC Willey for our first big appliance purchase as a married couple. (Five years last month!) I love the washer we bought, but not the price. :o/

The dryer soon followed, but was replaced by one my sister-in-law gave us. It was fairly new and from Costco. We were grateful and it worked well for about eight months, then went cold on us. We considered having my hubby fix it, but he is already so busy with work and school that we decided to buy a new one. It matches the washer we bought several months prior. (Why are matching appliances important? I don't understand that.)

Anyway, about two weeks ago the dishwasher died. The original dishwasher that came with the house was actually excellent. I loved it, but it hit the ten year mark about six months ago (at the same time as the washer died) and croaked. Sigh. We bought one from a guy on Craigslist. It started leaking in the fall. After spending $30 on parts and about twenty hours working on it, Steve fixed it. We counted our lucky stars and prayed it would continue to work. It didn't. It died the week before Winter Break and Christmas. It couldn't have happened at a worse time.

Luckily, we have RC Willey nearby. I've been a customer of RC Willey for about eighteen years, but honestly, I haven't used them this much (with the exception of the original washer/dryer I bought with my ex-husband in 1995, a couch in 1997, and a fridge in 2003) until last year. They've been more than happy to see me walk in and spend money though.

Thus begins the dishwasher saga.

We bought a great dishwasher, but they didn't have the color we wanted. It had to be shipped from Salt Lake, so we came back the following day for it. We got it home, rolled it up to the house, and it was leaking water ALL over the place! There was no sign it had sat in snow/rain and it was wet inside. With our luck it was broken.

We called RC Willey. They said to bring it back. It was too late for us to get there, so we arranged to bring it back the next day when the NEW dishwasher they were replacing it with would show up on yet another truck from Salt Lake. When we exchanged the dishwashers, the warehouse worker told us that the original dishwasher had probably been tested at the factory and that's why it leaked. Really?!?! No one else had mentioned that. Thanks for telling us!!!

We picked up the new, new dishwasher the night before our trip to Utah. It was too late to make a run to Home Depot or Lowe's, so it sat on our kitchen floor while we were gone. (Did I mention we ripped out the tile in the hallway, dining room, and kitchen? It's cement until we're ready to re-tile. That's why there's an ugly floor in the picture above.) My sweet hubby ran to Home Depot tonight after getting back from our trip to buy the part we need to hook it up. (He's that kind of a good hubby.) After two weeks I'm ready to use my new, steam-option dishwasher!

We've decided that when it rains, it pours. Our fridge is next. It's over ten years old now. It makes weird noises sometimes. I'm sure that it is waiting until the very worst moment in 2013 to give up the ghost. Yeah. I can't wait. 

P.S. As soon as I posted this, my hubby informed me that RC Willey had sold us the wrong dishwasher! This one had no electrical plug to plug it in. There are 2 models of this one. We were sold/given the wrong one. See what I mean? Appliances hate me.  ;o)

P.S.P.S. 1/3/13: Steve called RC Willey this morning and they informed him that most dishwashers do not come with electric cords anymore. They are purchased separately!!! Would've been nice for our salesman to inform us of this. Steve bought the cord at Home Depot, attached it, plugged everything in, and it works beautifully!!! Finally!!!

Copyright 2013 Corrina L. Terry
Photo credit: Joshua Rhodes

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

First Day


The first day of the new year.
 
January 1st, 2013.
 
I can't help but wonder what 2013 will bring. I'm hopeful for good things. Aren't you?
 
 
 
 
I started off well---got 8 hours of sleep then ran 3 miles. Then I ate donuts and read a book all day.
(I ate good stuff too, don't worry, and reading is good for you!)
 
I'm happy and healthy. My hubby and kids are too. So are my parents and in-laws.
(We pray this continues.)
 
 
We have our faith and testimonies in God and in His Son, Jesus Christ.
(We're part of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. If you want to know more, write me a message below and I'd be happy to talk with you about it.)
 
We have loads of family members we love.
(Well, most of them. Not naming any names, but . . .)
 
 
We can pay our bills.
(We wish we made more money, but that will come in time.)

 We have fun together!
(We're probably certifiable, but we love spending time together.)
 
Hope your 2013 is excellent! I'm excited about mine!!!
 
Copyright 2013 Corrina L. Terry

 

Monday, December 31, 2012

Conference Room Please!




J and I sit here in a conference room at the Brian Head Town Hall taking advantage of their free WiFi and to get out of the packed car. He's at the end of his cold and didn't feel like snowboarding with his brother and dad, so he's stuck with me!

We left Duck Creek this morning and the guys had a day of snowboarding planned. I had planned on a leisurely afternoon grading papers, entering grades online, and possibly curling up with a book somewhere. (No skiing for me. I'm babying my knees these days.)

The people here in Brian Head are super friendly and nice to allow us use of their conference room. (On New Year's Eve the Town Hall is hardly a bustling place.) I was able to spread papers out all over the conference table instead of my dashboard.

It's not how I expected to spend the last afternoon of 2012, but I'm glad J's with me. He's a good kid, even if he won't let me take pictures of him. I usually have to sneak them.

Brian Head itself is a gorgeous area, all season long. They have good food, lots of lifts, and even a tubing run! It's changed a lot since I last skied here in 1991. (Sad, I know.)

(Steve & D after a day of snowboarding.)


Happy New Year everyone! 2012 has been awesome!!!
 
 
Copyright 2012 Corrina L. Terry
Photos: Corrina L. Terry, Unknown