I have some extra chalkboard paint sitting in my craft closet (yes, doesn’t that sound like a fun place?) and I just have an urge to paint everything. Walls. Shelves. Closets. Furniture. Boards.

But we’re renting (plus that’s a lot of chalk board dust). So, I need your help for more ideas that aren’t as extreme.

Sun + Shopping

What more could I have asked for?

T.J. + Katie + Vegas = Out-of-Control Weekend

Okay, probs not because we’re Mormon. But it will be awesome. Tomorrow we’re hitting up the Neon Sign Graveyard with his graphic design buddies for a typography assignment. T.J.’s typography classes has us into font elitists. So that combined with shopping at Caesar’s Palace and a weekend full of sunny, warm weather–it will be a prime next few days.

I sort of love driving in the snow on a road where nothing is in sight. That happened to me this morning. I slid just for a moment, but it gave me a bit of a rush.

It reminds me of turning my lights off while driving on an open, dark road. I only do it for about one second at a time. But that one second gives me a heart attack.

Am I the only one who likes these types of things?

If you haven’t watched Martin Luther King, Junior’s “I Have a Dream” speech lately, watch it. It will really enlighten you. The literary devices of the speech are just incredible. Filled with allegories, allusions, and alliteration–this speech is truly inspired.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of “interposition” and “nullification” — one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; “and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.”

Back in high school, I participated in a lot of clubs and organizations. I even played golf. Well, I was on the team. I don’t know if you could call what I did, “playing.” Anyway, I was actually the founder and president of one of these clubs.

The Seinfeld Club.

Yes. It came to me in a dream. I just had the idea one night. I talked to one of my friends who also was passionate about Seinfeld. We went to our principal (who was the greatest and looked like George Bush). He loved the idea and told us we needed to find a teacher to sponsor it. Not a prob. Mr. Findley (who hated us but loved us) didn’t take much convincing. Then we recruited about fifty people.

It. Was. Awesome. The first year, when we were Juniors, we had tons of members. We’d watch an episode of Seinfeld each week after school. The t-shirts we made said, “The jerk store called and they’re running out of you.” Around Christmas, we even had a Festivus Celebration. We had the pole and all. People came up one by one and bore their grievances. Even the teachers joined in. It got a little out of hand when a kid told too much, so we had to stop. But it was a night to remember.

Senior year, we lost a lot of our members because they had graduated and so the club was filled with a lot of awkward Freshman boys, but the club lived on.

I’m not sure if it still continues today. But I hope my legacy is always remembered.

Today, it came to me. I aspire to be:

Mormon Martha.

As in a Mormon Martha Stewart.

Professionally (duh).

As my bud Condoleezza told me today:

Find your passion.

Found it.

So, now how do I make this my profession?

I made Sweet and Sour Chicken this week. I was kind of nervous because I hate cooking with chicken. I’ve just had to many bad experiences with it and so usually I cook it until it’s burned and dry. But I decided to buy the expensive Tyson bag of chicken breasts and give it a go again. This recipe is very easy and tasted great, better than the take-out chinese places around here, plus a lot cheaper!

1 cup Original Bisquick® mix (I substituted the Heart Healthy Bisquick and it worked great)

1/2 teaspoon pepper

2 eggs

1 lb boneless skinless chicken breasts, cut into cubes

1/4 cup vegetable oil

3 medium carrots, cut diagonally into 1/4-inch slices (1 1/2 cups)

1 medium green bell pepper, cut into strips (1 cup)

1 small onion, thinly sliced, separated into rings (1/3 cup)

1 can (20 oz) pineapple chunks, drained

1/2 cup sweet-and-sour sauce

Cooked rice, if desired

  • In large resealable food-storage plastic bag, mix Bisquick mix and pepper.
  • In medium bowl, beat eggs slightly. Stir in chicken until coated. Using slotted spoon, remove chicken from eggs; place in bag with Bisquick mix. Seal bag; shake bag until chicken is coated.
  • In 12-inch skillet, heat 1 tablespoon of the oil over medium-high heat. Add carrots; cook 2 minutes, stirring frequently. Add bell pepper and onion; cook 2 minutes longer, stirring frequently. Remove from skillet.
  • In same skillet, heat remaining 3 tablespoons oil. Add chicken; cook, stirring frequently, until golden brown on outside and no longer pink in center. Add vegetables; cook about 2 minutes, stirring frequently, until hot. Stir in pineapple and sweet-and-sour sauce; cook until hot. Serve over cooked rice.

I have a fun analytics program for my blog. I love seeing where the visits are coming from across the world. Now, I’m sure the majority of those people outside of the U.S. are spammers, but it’s still interesting to look at.

Here are a few random stats from today:

Japan: 40 visits

Russian Fed: 35 visits

Latvia: 1 visit

I currently am taking a Living Prophets-Religion course. I really am loving it. The professor is very interesting and the class is perfectly structured. Yesterday, we talked about the the need for prophets in our world and then how we sustain all of our apostles and the prophet as “prophets, seers, and revelators.” It was such a powerful lesson and really made me want to share what we talked about with all of you.

First off, I want to share part of a talk from Hugh Brown. Hugh was assistant to the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints when this devotional address was delivered at Brigham Young University on 4 October 1955.:

He asked me to prepare a brief on Mormonism and discuss it with him as I would discuss a legal problem. He said, “You have told me that you believe that Joseph Smith was a prophet. You have said to me that you believe that God the Father and Jesus of Nazareth appeared to Joseph Smith. I cannot understand how a barrister and solicitor from Canada, a man trained in logic and evidence, could accept such absurd statements. What you tell me about Joseph Smith seems fantastic, but I think you should take three days at least to prepare a brief and permit me to examine it and question you on it.”

I began by asking, “May I proceed, sir, on the assumption that you are a Christian?”

“I am.”

“I assume you believe in the Bible—the Old and New Testaments?”

“I do!” “Do you believe in prayer?” “I do!” “You say that my belief that God spoke to a man in this age is fantastic and absurd?” “To me it is.” “Do you believe that God ever did speak to anyone?” “Certainly, all through the Bible we have evidence of that.”

“Did He speak to Adam?” “Yes.” “To Enoch, Noah, Abraham, Moses, Jacob, Joseph, and on through the prophets?” “I believe He spoke to each of them.”

“Do you believe that contact between God and man ceased when Jesus appeared on the earth?”

“No, such communication reached its climax, its apex, at that time.”

“Do you believe that Jesus was the Son of God?”

“He was.”

“Do you believe, sir, that after Jesus was resurrected, a certain lawyer—who was also a tentmaker by the name of Saul of Tarsus— when on his way to Damascus talked with Jesus of Nazareth, who had been crucified, resurrected, and had ascended into heaven?”

“I do.” “Whose voice did Saul hear?” “It was the voice of Jesus Christ, for He so introduced Himself.” “Then, my Lord—that is the way we address judges in the British Commonwealth—I am submitting to you in all seriousness that it was standard procedure in Bible times for God to talk to man.”

“I think I will admit that, but it stopped shortly after the first century of the Christian era.”

“Why do you think it stopped?” “I can’t say.” “You think that God hasn’t spoken since then?” “I am sure He hasn’t.” “There must be a reason. Can you give me a reason?” “I do not know.”

“May I suggest some possible reasons? Perhaps God does not speak to man anymore because He cannot. He has lost the power.”

He said, “Of course that would be blasphemous.”

“Well, then, if you don’t accept that, perhaps He doesn’t speak to men because He doesn’t love us anymore and He is no longer interested in the affairs of men.”

“No,” he said, “God loves all men, and He is no respecter of persons.”

“Well, then, if He could speak, and if He loves us, then the only other possible answer, as I see it, is that we don’t need Him. We have made such rapid strides in science and we are so well educated that we don’t need God anymore.”

And then he said—and his voice trembled as he thought of impending war—“Mr. Brown, there never was a time in the history of the world when the voice of God was needed as it is needed now. Perhaps you can tell me why He doesn’t speak.”

My answer was: “He does speak, He has spoken; but men need faith to hear Him.”

In a time like today, I cannot imagine not having the prophet to guide us. I was talking to T.J. and another friend of ours about how comforting is is that we have a prophet who will warn us and lead us in the right path. It also amazes me that many people do not know we have a living prophet on the earth. Just like Hugh said, the Lord does still speak to us. He spoke to through the prophets of old and continues to speak through modern day prophets today.

The president of our church and his apostles are called of God. They speak the words of the Lord and have powerful messages for all of us to hear. Have faith. Follow their words. It will tremendously change your life.

For more information about living Prophets and Apostles, visit mormon.org or contact me.