Just Another Day in Paradise!

Shaila and I ran a 5K today at Lincoln Park which is clear on the Southeast side of town. But it was worth the $10 fee and the time to get there just because it's fun to do this with my daughter. While a teenager, Shaila and I weren't quite on the "same page" but since we have both grown-up, we are really good friends. I love it!

The picture below was taken at the Catalina Trail Race a couple of weeks ago. We were freezing! And the next picture is the Catalinas with snow on the top, taken from Catalina State Park the day of the race.

I would like to tell you a little bit about Xela. Yes, this is actually how to spell her name . It is the name of the ancient Mayan capital in Guatemala, Xela-ju, which is where Nick went on his mission and decided then and there he wanted his first daughter to be named Xela. We anglicized it so people would be able to pronounce it, Shaila. She is the middle child with two brothers on each end. Thus she learned some rough and tumble ways. Xela has the wanderlust in her blood, loves traveling to exotic, out of the way places. I would take her with me anywhere as a traveling companion because I know I would be safe. She has street smarts in the travel world. She is now a grad student at ASU in the field of Social Work, and along with that, she is out to "rid the world of injustice" as Fern's father said to his daughter in "Charlotte's Web." I think Xela is an amazing woman and an even greater daughter.

The Thrill of Doing Hard Things!

Today was the Boston Marathon! A 26.2 mile run through Boston, MA. My young friend Elizabeth Fisher Dansie and her husband qualified and participated in this very competitive run. I signed up for text alerts on my cell phone, to keep me posted on how she was doing. I swear I got a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes when I got the first text. She was doing so well, she had trained long and hard for this, and I was thrilled for her. The last text I received said she had finished in less than 4 hours. Way to go Elizabeth! I know you have a ton of people so proud of you. (And please forgive me for copying your picture from your blog!)

I want to talk about doing hard things. I have observed in life that when I am able to do something hard or challenging physically, such as fasting, sticking to a healthy food plan, distance running, climbing up the side of a mountain, or anything that gets me out of a comfort zone, I am able to have more strength to endure emotional challenges such as relationships, trying to break a bad habit, or difficult trials that I have no control over. For me there is a correlation between physical discipline and spiritual happiness. Something about the natural man being an enemy to God, I guess!

A Good Omen? A Sign? Or God's Love!

The red cardinal is my favorite bird of the southwest. Probably because of the vibrant color in contrast to the browns and greens of the desert. On two of my hikes this week, in two different locations, I saw both the male and female cardinal. I'm always thrilled when I catch a glimpse of this spectacular creation, but to see them twice in two different places, that's just pure awesomeness! They say third times a charm and today was the third time in one week. When I drove into our driveway after running in the Catalina Trail Race,the most bright and beautiful cardinal imaginable was perched in the mesquite tree closest to my parking space. He was singing his song of love and joy. I'd like to think it was a gift to me. The best usually do come in small ways.

I finished my 13th competitive race today in as many months; this was a trail race at Catalina State Park. Again, when it was time to begin running with the other 300+ competitors I got choked up with gratitude for my health and the emotional benefits of running. The mountains were particularly beautiful today because of the storm that brought rain and snow!

I read an amazing teaching talk this week by Michael Wilcox. I believe it will change my life, or at least my way of thinking about prayer and the answers we receive or believe we don't receive. You can listen to the talk at http://www.byub.org/talks/talk.aspx?id=1553 or if you want I can email you a written copy.

HAPPY EASTER to everybody! I hope it will be a day filled with good feelings and happiness.

The Lessons I Learned

The desert in the front of our home is so beautiful this time of year so I thought I would share it with you. I wanted to post a picture of the Conference Center, or the First Presidency, or maybe even a picture of the Savior, but when I googled for one of those, I was afraid I might be infringing on a copyright, and I was a little shocked at the choices I had before me. So 1st lesson learned from General Conference: beware of the internet. Although I knew that, today just re-emphasized this "light" saving truth.

I prayed a lot before this weekend that I might hear those things in conference I needed to hear to help me find answers in the special circumstances of my life. I tried to be attentive, keep my eyes and ears open, and take notes. Wow! Nearly every talk had a needed truth for me.

I don't want to make this too lengthy, but I feel these are important truths I would like to share and confirm in my heart to heed the spoken word. 2nd lesson: Life is not a sprint, but it is a race of endurance. 3rd lesson: Get out of bad debt; it is an addiction. 4th lesson: 2 Corinthians 12:7-10. Even though Paul prayed thrice to have the thorn removed from his side, the Lord said because of that thorn, Paul had come to know his Lord. 5th lesson: The Lord suits the relief to the person in need; He shapes the back to fit the burden placed upon it. 6th lesson: If we desire more faith we must be more obedient. 7th lesson: Be a consistent temple attender (at least three talks focused on this). 8th lesson: It is time to pray for charity, love, and forgiveness. 9th lesson: "Be fixed in your purpose; Satan will try you ... your pathway may be thorny, but Jesus is nigh you; His arm is sufficient, though demons oppose." 10th lesson: When I feel lonely or alone, I must think of the lonely walk Jesus took his last hours of mortality. In Elder Holland's personal opinion: for Jesus to truly understand our pain and suffering, the Father withdrew His spirit for a time as revealed by Jesus when he said, "Father, why hast thou forsaken me?" Elder Holland's talk pierced my heart and my soul.

Thanks for letting me share! There were more lessons, but to sum it up, I will have a cheerful heart, be more charitable, and full of faith this coming week.

The Cycle of Life

*"To love another person is to see the face of God." Although I didn't see the face of God this week, I did feel His sweet love. About mid-week I learned of the passing of a humble sister in our Ward. It was my privilege and opportunity to help clean and straighten her home in preparation for her non-member family to come and claim her belongings. Today I witnessed two newborn babes being blessed by their worthy fathers who have the authority to act in God's name. This is the cycle of life, as we in mortality know it, where one bids good-bye to their earthly home and others eagerly say hello to life on earth. I sat with one of my dear young friends, Angie, and her little one in Sacrament meeting. One of the babies being blessed is the son of another young friend, Mariah. My blessings are so great to have had association with these young women for many years. Now they are mothers, another cycle of life. This morning my son, Anders, asked me to help him prepare the Sunday School lesson he was teaching in the University Ward Gospel Essentials class. Two years ago I could not have imagined this happening. Is this yet another cycle of life, where once we were lost, and then found?

It is a true principle that adversity brings the blessings of heaven, and sometimes we just have to press forward regardless of what is going on around us. Our broken heart can be mended, we can be whole once again. Not only is this a cycle of life, but a recycling of each soul who is great in the sight of God.

(*This is a quote from Victor Hugo's epic novel, Les Miserables.)

Old, but New News!

Jorgen is engaged to Amy Holker! They have been engaged since Valentine's Day, and I do apologize for not announcing it sooner. Amy is from Orem, Utah, a part-time student at BYU, and full-time BYU employee. The wedding is July 10 in the Mt. Timpanogas Temple. This picture was taken last summer in Park City when I first met Amy. She won this mother's affection when she showed more concern for others' needs than for her own! She didn't hesitate to pitch in and help, and was so good to my mother-in-law. I love you Amy! Welcome to the Goodman family. I love you, too, Jorgen!

This is a picture of baby Soren Genson Goodman who was born on March 2. He joins his family, Daddy Gens, Mommy Nicci, and brothers Dailan and Magnus who have been living with us since last November. How fun for me to have those grandchildren in our home, and so special to have a newborn fresh from heaven spend a little time here! They have since moved to their new home in El Paso for orthopedic residency. I love you Soren, and welcome to the Goodman family!

Kitchen Update

Here are the latest pictures of our kitchen remodel:

Where does all this stuff go? Gross!

Dining Room

New window seat in the bay window

New cast iron undermount sink and granite counter tops

Stainless steel appliances, love the gas stove

Cabinets with glass front, appliance garage being put in this week.

We still have to finish the lighting, the stove hood, backsplash, garden window, and wood flooring, but it is at least a working kitchen now, and I will admit I LOVE it. The whole process did take a toll on everyone's sanity though. If you were to ask me if you should remodel any room in your home I would say only if you move somewhere else until it's done!

Calling All Moms; Is This You?

Grandma and Her Five Grandsons!

Jake, Grandma, Soren, Magnus, Dailan, and Sam

This has been a week full of blessings and tender mercies. Let me share: 1. All weekend during the Ragnar Race I worried that my daughter-in-law would go into labor and I wouldn't be home to help with the two boys. Little Soren waited until Monday morning to make his appearance here in mortality. I was home and I was rested enough to do my grandma duties.

2. On Sunday morning at the beginning of choir practice the director, Emma Coltrin, had us sing "You'll Never Walk Alone." Since I was still thinking about the race and running at night, that day I was particularly struck by the words, "and don't be afraid of the dark." As usual I have a bunch of stuff going on in my life where I have felt a great need to call upon the Lord for help. The song goes on to say, "walk on with hope in your heart, and you'll never walk alone." Singing that song, that morning was truly a gift from my Father in heaven. Thank you.

3. I received a most thoughtful note from a friend this week that sent my spirits soaring. Thank you Patty.

4. Jorgen called to share some thoughts he had learned at his Stake Conference. He said he cannot understand how people can function without having the knowledge and truths of the gospel in their lives. He is building a firm foundation of truth.

5. My oldest brother called Saturday morning and bore his testimony of the atonement and divinity of Jesus Christ. Again words of encouragement and love filled my soul with gladness.

6. Last, but not least, I was able to spend time with my five grandsons this weekend. How fun is that, five little boys?! Already they can make the coolest boy noises that I have always envied: cars, trucks, weapons, superhero sounds, you name it, they can imitate the noise.

I give thanks for these tender mercies.

"Running With the Big Dogs"

The Ragnar Relay Race is over and I feel good!

Jay, Nick Jr, Me, Zoe, Klas, and Shaila

Car #2

These runners were my teammates and carmates for 30+ hours, my friends for a lifetime! What a crazy race the Ragnar Relay is. There were runners dressed like bananas, pirates, winos, some in drag, runners in speedos, bikinis, you name it, the race had it. There was even one runner on the wino team who gave us a full moon, and that's not easy to do running down hill! I'm tellin' ya, it was crazy and fun.

We left for Prescott at 8 a.m. on Friday morning, and finished the last leg of the race in Mesa at 5:30 on Saturday afternoon. The first runner from car #1 began the race at 12 noon in Prescott. Five runners, 30 miles, and a few hours later, car #2 began. I kept looking at my watch and the sun to calculate when I would be running, and dreading the thought that it might be in the dark. I was runner #10 and sure enough it was timed just right so I had to run my first 7 miles after sunset. This was not going to be in my comfort zone. I mean what if there are bears out there? I put on a head lamp and headed down the dark and lonely dirt road. The moon was barely a sliver, but Venus was shining bright along side, as bright as a pinprick that is! Ok, it wasn't all that bad since Nick Jr rode by my side on his bike which had a light. But, whenever a car passed by clouds of dust would billow up and pierce my nose and my lungs. I finally took my glasses off because I could see better without them.

Let me pause here to share a "life lesson" I learned on that run. I was in the dark, and couldn't see the end because of the black sky, all I had was the little light which shone just a few feet in front of me. If I looked beyond the mark all I could see was darkness, but if I kept my eyes on the "light" I was able to press forward. You can probably figure out the lesson.

At about 10:00 p.m. car #1 began the second leg which meant we had a few hours for six stinky runners to rest and sleep inside of the suv. After two hours of interrupted sleep, the racers in our car were on board to begin our turn. We were still in the middle of the night! Again I began calculating when I would have to run my 6.2 mile portion. Sure enough I was going to begin while it was still dark, only this time we could see the lights of Phoenix, and I knew I would be running towards the rising sun. As I was running we moved into open territory with a grand view of the vast desert and big sky. I think my turn was the most beautiful time of the race, watching the sun rise on a brand new day, a time to begin again. As lovely as that sounds I will admit the run was hard and it seemed like those 6.2 miles were never going to end, but they did and I didn't die.

Time to rest again until I ran for the third and final time. On Nick Jr's first leg he was nearly crippled by a severe reaction to an antibiotic he had been taking. The drugs attacked his muscles and tendons in his lower legs and could have ruptured his tendon. He knew he didn't dare run his other two legs so two of our teammates not only ran their legs, but each ran one of his as well. They gave it for the team in a heroic fashion.

So now it's my turn to run again. It was 85 degrees, 4:00 in the afternoon, only 3.1 miles to go, and I was ready to hit the pavement with such energy and force that I was going to blow the competition away. Well, this time only two people passed me, and I was so close to the old guy that went around me last I could almost fling my elasticized arm and grab him. Ehh, who cares, I finished! I'm a Ragnar Relay finisher!

Truth be told, we really didn't do too badly. Out of 214 teams we came in 74th; we were 26th out of 94 teams in our division. The fastest time was 20 hours and 29 minutes; the slowest 36 hours and 27 minutes. Our time was 29 hours and 28 minutes. I am proud of our effort, and so proud to be included with all those young, fit athletes. What could they do? My son was the team leader!

P.S. Shaila did absolutely awesome, running a 7 minute mile, and playing a rugby game inbetween her 2nd and 3rd race!

CAN I DO IT???

A few months ago I received a flyer in the mail inviting me to participate in the Ragnar Relay which is a 200 mile, 24 hour, 12 man and woman relay team race. We begin in Prescott and run to Mesa. Don't get too excited for me, I was only invited because I had signed up with several running websites for upcoming races.

I am leg #10 out of the 12 runners which means I will run 7 miles the first leg, 6.2 miles the second leg, and 3 miles the third time I run. That is a grand total of 16.2 miles over a 24 hour time period. Yeah, I know, it's a lot.


When I first read the information, I swear I had chills running up and down my spine. I knew
I was meant to run in this race. Well, the chills are gone, and all I feel like doing now is THROWING UP!! I have been training, sort of, at least I have been running most days for a couple of weeks. Ok, maybe that's not good enough. I do know the 5 - 7 miles runs have been hard. I'm thinking the first leg will be ok (mostly downhill), the second will be the hardest, and the third kind of easy because it's only three miles. My son Nick is the team leader (the team is his business, Durapulse Performance Company), and Shaila is on the team as well. No pressure or anything. My attitude at this point is to just do my best, and if I have to walk, then I'll walk. I still feel like throwing up!

Looking at Things a Little Differently

My Four Grandsons

As Nick and I walked around the corner to the Tortolita Middle School soccer field we saw the usual parent crowd gathered to watch their young sons and daughters play soccer. What we heard was also the normal cheering of parents directed toward their little children running up and down the field. There were two games being played, one by 6-7 year olds and the other 4-5 year olds. We were there to watch our 4 year old grandson play on the Blue Dolphins team.

Today something was different for me. I have watched a lot of soccer, football, basketball, and baseball games, as well as field and track events where my children have been the participants and fierce competitors. I have cheered them on to victory and wept with them when the outcome was not victorious. Today, I was acutely aware and almost sad listening to parents yelling at their young son or daughter to "get the ball," "the other way, the other way," "pay attention," etc., etc. which are all words I said a million times to my own children. Today I watched and listened with grandma eyes and ears. I kept thinking to myself that they are just little children. Is it good for a child to be involved in competitive sports at a young age? My answer is yes and perhaps no. Yes, because of the physical coordination it teaches, social interaction, and team unity. Perhaps no, because of the tendency towards aggression. I could almost see bullies in the making today.

Please don't feel I am against team sports or competition, but after today when I watch my little grandchildren play sports I will be encouraging them to just have fun! Competition may breed success, but it can also breed selfishness.

The Trail Races are Over!!!

Today was my last trail race in the "Blue Pants" Trail Race series. (Blue Pants is the name of the local racing company.) I ran 2.5 miles up the wash, hiked 3 miles up, up, up, then across, then down, and ran 1.5 miles to the end. And if you add it all together, that makes seven miles! Again I got choked up as I and the 18 other runners took off down the beaten path. It was a good run/hike. I paid attention to the trail, I didn't fall, and I made it to the end. Dead last, but came across the finish line running. I looked around for the cheering crowd, but found not one soul except for the race director. I figured everyone was ahead of me, but to have already left the parking lot? Oh well, I did what I came for and I got a really cool medal. It's the one that looks like a pair of blue pants!

My Racing Medals

Out of the eleven races I've competed in I have collected seven medals. It is so fun to have those hanging in my office right along with the race numbers and statistics of the races. You're right, I probably am bragging, but not in a bad way! And besides I am kept humble by a dragon that breathes down my neck, an addiction to food. Well, we all must eat, but how much easier it would be if we didn't have to. I suppose that is the purpose of life, learning how to master self. But that is a subject for another post. As for right now, I will enjoy the achievement of today, while I eat my butter pecan ice cream and chocolate chip cookies!

Good Book, Good Movie, Good Gracious!

The Good Book

I read this remarkable book last week, called "Burying Our Swords" by Kevin Hinckley. It is a fictional story about a family in crisis, the teenage son is struggling with right choices. He has moved out of the home in defiance of his parents. The father and mother have tried to do the right thing with their son to help him learn what he needs to learn only to be reminded that perhaps they need "to bury their swords and no longer fight with God or their brethren," as found in Alma 23:7, the story of the Anti-Nephi-Lehies. This book hit close to home in more ways than one. I recognized from this story that I need to bury, not just lay down, the swords of my rebellion and stop fighting! An amazing thing happened after I finished the book--I no longer felt anger or frustration towards my "brethren." The rest of the title of the book is "How Christ Can Remove Rebellion From Our Hearts." There is a connection, I know there is!

The Good Movie

Nick and I went to "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" last night. In my opinion it was a great movie in many ways. I thought the acting was really good, the music was beautiful, the costumes true to the time periods as well as the scenery, the study of each character was thought provoking, and the story was very intriguing. It kept my interest the whole almost three hour long movie. And lastly there were some great words of wisdom from Benjamin Button. "We don't have to stay the way we are, we can stop what we're doing and start over when we want." (or something like that) Sounds a little like repentance, and thank goodness for that!

Good Gracious!!

Just an added phrase to express gratitude for the journey of life I have taken, get to take every day, and will continue to take until I die. Sometimes I'm not too good at feeling grateful until I've crossed over that bumpy road, but always I can look back and remember the gorgeous vistas of growth and learning along the way.

"I Came Off Conqueror"

With fear and trepidation I left the house this morning at 7:00 a.m. in a shroud of fog. I arrived at the trail head still filled with doubts and questioning my sanity, but I had to slay that dragon, conquer my Goliath and climb that mountain. The same familiar feeling overcame me as the race director said, "go." I was choked up ( and not from being left in the dust) and my eyes watered. "I'm actually running a race." "I'm conquering my fear."

We ran in fog most of the way, eerily beautiful, as were the delicate cobwebs along the trail. Towards the end of the 5 mile run the fog began to lift and blue sky appeared in contrast to the desert greens and browns.. What a beautiful day for trail running.

I didn't fall, I watched the trail continually, and I finished. I can do hard things. I'm ready to conquer life! Yay! And I wore padded gloves!

Climbing a Mountain

Mt. Timpanogas

Provo Canyon

Saturday is my second trail race in the series of three. This one is in the Tucson Mountains and 4.9 miles long. Shaila and I tried to run it last week, but we couldn't ever find the right trail. What we did find was very rocky, but not too steep. My finger is healing well enough, still swollen, very sore, and I can't bend it completely. I'm scared. I don't know that I'm afraid of falling, but I am afraid of being foolish for running in competitive races. Although there's no way I do this to win, only to finish. I guess I'm having self-doubt. My nutrition has been way out of whack (stress and avoidance), and I haven't hit the pavement too often in the past two weeks.

If I don't run or hike the trail on Saturday, it will be a serious defeat for me. I will have "run" away from climbing that mountain, which will only make it easier to not do hard things. Let's face it, life is hard! I must meet my Mt. Timpanogas and climb.

Earthly Angels

Our friends, the Hansen family, eating Afghani food in Pasadena, CA, taken January 2009.

Elder Jeffery R. Holland gave a wonderful talk on the ministry of angels in the October 2008 General Conference. The summary at the top of the text of his talk in the Ensign says: "God never leaves us alone, never leaves us unaided in the challenges that we face." He was referring to those heavenly and earthly angels who have been given the assignment to help us. This is a picture of a family in California whom I consider to be earthly angels because they have aided our family in a challenge we have had to face. I love them, I am grateful for them, and I will forever feel indebted to the kindness and sacrifice they have shown to my children.

I have not had any visitations of heavenly messengers such as Moroni, or the angel Gabriel, nor am I looking for that miracle because those angels dressed in mortality whom the Lord has sent to aid me or my children in time of need have taught me, lifted, and inspired me. I am the beneficiary of their kindness, compassion, and charity. Look for the mortal angels in your life, they are among all of us. In fact you could be that very angel with an assignment to teach, lift, and inspire.

I Didn't Win, I Didn't Lose, I Didn't Finish!

The hare won, and the tortoise had to turn around and go to the emergency room!

At about mile 3.5 and after the steepest and hardest section of the trail I tripped on a rock putting my left hand out to break my fall. I hit my head and my knee on the way down, too. No damage there, but my ring finger was puntured to the tendon and bone. I thought for sure I had broken my finger because of the distortion I saw. As I tried to move my hand the finger went back into place, but then I noticed blood dripping on my pants. I turned my hand over and yikes, I could see white lines (the tendon) and thinking it had to be bone, I was still pretty sure I did break that finger.

After 6 hours at UMC it was determined that I didn't break any bones, nor damage the tendon. But I did get five stitches! I do feel I was blessed not to have been hurt worse. And another blessing was the two racers behind me who wrapped up the wound (in her tank top), quit the race, and walked the 3.5 miles back to the start with me.


Two thoughts: Am I an old fool thinking I can do these races or do I put my hiking shoes back on and hit the trail once again going slow and steady, but this time wearing padded gloves!

Tomorrow is the Big Day!

I'm a little nervous about the 9.9 mile trail race I'm "running" tomorrow. I haven't really trained for it - my excuses are: too cold, too tired, too much to do, too this, too that, blah, blah, blah, wah, wah, wah! I know I can do it; it's just how long will it take? I looked at last year's stats and the fastest was 1 hour 46 minutes and the slowest at 3 hours 45 minutes. When I went on New Year's Day, it took over 4 hours! But, but, but it was a casual hike for us that day, not a race. Oh, well, I'll be burning lots of calories and putting more strength in my legs and fanny. That's the real reason I do this crazy stuff. And just like the tortoise in the famous fable, I might be slow, but I'll be steady!

Happy New Year!

I spent my New Year's Day hiking in the Tortolita Mountains with friends. We started on the Wild Burro Trail to the Upper Javelina, then hooked up with the Wild Mustang Trail. It took over 4 hours to hike 11 miles. We climbed about 1500 feet in elevation. For me it really was a great way to begin 2009.

This is a little stone house used by a homesteader many years ago.

This is Wild Burro Canyon. I couldn't help but wonder what it's like when water is flowing; a treat I don't think we will see very often.

This is a petroglyph on the Wild Burro Trail. I am a little suspect because there is only a single picture on a huge boulder. Who drew this animal and when?

This trail is the first in a series of trails I plan on running starting next Saturday. I can guarantee I will be hiking a lot of it, not running. There are some steep inclines and much of the trail is very rocky, but I've accepted the challenge and I know I can do it, because I did it today! I love hiking; it helps me feel free!

My Youngest Son

This is a picture of Anders taken a year ago, October 2007, in the Havasupai Canyon. Nick, Shaila, a friend of hers, Anders, a friend of his, and me hiked to the campground and spent two nights there. Spectacular!

I'm writing this post to express my love for my young son. When Anders was born I would look into his eyes and I thought I could see his soul. As he grew I could tell he loved life and wanted to experience it all. His growth from boyhood to manhood has given me the opportunity to grow as well. I will admit, though at times difficult, I am learning how to love without condition, to have faith, hope, and charity. What all mothers want for their children is that they eventually reach towards their potential. Anders is trying, he is trying.

Merry Christmas to Blogging Family and Friends!

I hope you will take the time to watch this touching video by missionaries from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I have faith in and believe their message is true.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PxKas2Mcjg4

Christmas Stories

In my quest to find the Christmas Spirit I have read a some very sweet and inspiring Christmas stories this season. "Up on the Housetop" by Jean Z. Liebenthal is about a young seven year old girl in the 1930's who discovers what the real meaning of Christmas is. "Noel's Miracle" by C. Phillip Ungricht is the story of a dying, old man who teaches his cynical doctor that the true meaning of Christmas is love. "A Stranger for Christmas" by Carol Lynn Pearson is a hilarious but tender story of two elderly women living in a nursing home who find out that people do still care. "Grace" by Richard Paul Evans is the story of a young runaway girl and the boy who keeps her hidden in his clubhouse from a world too difficult to comprehend. This story ripped at my heart, but a must read. And of course the greatest story of all, the story of the birth of Christ and His reason for coming to the earth as a mortal.

I have another wonderful Christmas story, and that is the miracle of healing in the life of my niece, Kimberlee. My last post was about her horseback riding accident, and how serious it was. The odds against her living, let alone living without any serious side effects from such an injury were very high. The accident was Saturday, the surgery early Sunday morning, yet she was released from the hospital on Tuesday. Daily she continues to progress and return to her normal, sweet self. We all recognize the hand of God in her miraculous recovery. Her mother quoted the scripture 1 Nephi 11:17 in her blog "... I know that he loveth his children; nevertheless I do not know the meaning of all things."

The Christmas spirit fills our home and our hearts and that is another Christmas Story.

When Our Faith is Tested

I am amazed at the speed which tragedy can strike. My niece Kimberlee was seriously hurt in a horseback riding accident yesterday in northern Arizona. Because of a heavy snowstorm they had to painstakingly transport her by ambulance to Flagstaff, a two hour drive. After surgery and many hours of worry and waiting she has regained consciousness and can move all her limbs, truly a miracle because of the initial prognosis. Miriam, her mother, and a woman of great spiritual strength, said there have been many "tender mercies" bestowed upon Kimberlee and the family throughout this ordeal.

What a blessing faith and belief are! I know these spiritual gifts can bring us peace and comfort in times of greatest need. Another kind of tragedy is when we have lost these gifts for whatever reason, and that doesn't usually happen with great speed, but over time.

... just a couple of thoughts I've had while Kimberlee has been on my mind and in my heart.

The Christmas Spirit Returns!!

I managed to pull out some of our decorations.

A workerman's wreath!

Thank you so much for the great suggestions on how I can get the Christmas Spirit this year amid all the chaos. I want to tell you, it's working! I started listening to Christmas music; I read some Christmas stories; I decorated the construction site; my wonderful friend Danette made me the cutest wreath with tools, work gloves, rags, and a ribbon made from duct tape (thank you so much for your thoughtfulness); and I realized that the Christmas spirit comes from inside.

To thank you here is a link to a unique and beautiful Christmas song by Faith Hill:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pN9SVVHRmGo

My Christmas Decorations!

Here is a picture of our Christmas Decorations. Aren't they lovely? I spent countless hours moving them from one spot to another and then to another just so they could give the right atmosphere in our home! By the way-this is not the garage, but inside our house.Forgive my sarcasm, but as you can see, the remodel continues. Because of the mess from piles of stuff to demolition, drywall, sanding, etc. I just don't want to put up any of our decorations this year. We will get a tree, but the little boys will be making the decorations.
This is a picture of my new open dining room, and below is the larger kitchen. Nick did buy a huge poinsettia for a more festive "construction" look. But I am having a difficult time being cheerful and feeling the Christmas spirit amid the chaos.
The questions is: WHAT WOULD YOU DO? HOW DO YOU CULTIVATE THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT IN YOUR HEART EVEN AMID CHAOS? I will listen to your suggestions!

My Older Brothers

These are my two older brothers, Buck and B.J. right before the 5K Turkey Trot we did in Pahrump, NV. We spent Thanksgiving together this year with three of Buck's eight children and five grandchildren, seven of B.J.'s nine children and 17 grandchildren, and with two of our five children along with two grandsons. There were more people at my nephew's home than we could count feathers on a turkey! It was organized chaos, with loads of laughter, hugs and kisses, and a scrumptious feast. I loved it! I feel so blessed to have been raised with two older brothers whom I have always adored. We are each unique, but fortunately accept and love each other for our unique characteristics. It is a marvel that Buck is still with us, but because of a heart transplant he had 2 1/2 years ago he is healthy once again. I respect and admire both of these men.

Two observations I made this year during the Gent family gathering: because of how diverse our family seems to be, we are representative of Heavenly Father's family, also very diverse. The great things is, we all love each other. The second thing I observed was that everyone seemed to be in a "good place" in their lives; not too much drama. I could feel a higher level of happiness and peace. I feel so grateful for the blessing of family: my own, the family I was raised in with all the extended family, and Nick's family.

And as far as the Turkey Trot went--I came in first in my age group (there were only three over 60!) and Jorgen took first overall!! Eight family members participated. We had a blast!

Facts About Nick and Linda

What is your husband's name? Nicholas Alfred Goodman

How long have you been married? Thirty-one years!

How long did you date? Two years on and off from our first date to the day we got married, June 17, 1977.

Who is taller? He is by about 6 inches.

Who can sing best? Nick has a beautiful base voice which I wish he would use more often. In the past we have sung duets for different occasions, even a couple of times for wedding receptions.

Who is smarter? I would say Nick is about some things, the academics. But for the important stuff ...

Who does laundry? I definitely do.

Who pays the bills? I do that, too. Nick tends to procrastinate therefore I took over when we got a few of those kinds of letters you don't want to open.

Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? When looking at the bed from the bottom, Nick sleeps on the right.

Who mows the lawn? Nick definitely does that, although I have in the past.

Who cooks dinner? I do, but there have been times when Nick has, and it was a feast!

Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? This is a tough one, we are both fairly stubborn and prideful. So sometimes he has admitted to being wrong first and sometimes I have. But I don't have to too often because most of the time he's wrong! Oops, there goes that pride thing again!

Who kissed who first? Nick kissed me first, but I kept waiting and I probably even asked him to!

Who wears the pants? Hmm, actually we both wear pants. I probably defer to him most of the time, but not that I want to!

What does he do that surprises you? He has brought me thoughtful gifts throughout our entire lives together.

What is his best quality? Probably those thoughtful gifts.

Does he have a nickname for you? Either Schnooky-Putzy or mango dulce.

I tag whoever would like to share their information with others.

Seven Random Facts About Myself

--HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYBODY--

I have been tagged to share seven random facts about myself:

1. My fourth child was born in a communist country!

2. I have traveled to 25 different countries.

3. I've ridden on horses, camels and an elephant!

4. I competed in my first triathlon at age 61.

5. I got married when I was 29 and had my first baby at age 30 and my 5th at 39.

6. I graduated from college 14 years after I graduated from high school.

7. I taught pre-school for 13 years.

The Green Drink

I have struggled this past week keeping my nutrition clean and pure. When I prepare for a race, eating the right kind of food plays a big role. But when I'm not, I totally relax and revert to former bad habits. The result is I don't feel well and I easily gain weight (the worst part). I can pack it on without any problem! My niece posted this healthy drink on her blog (thanks Lucy, I hope you don't mind me using your picture), and I want to share it with you. I'm on my third day of drinking it for breakfast and lunch, with lots of water during the day and eating a regular evening meal. I feel like I'm back on the right track of eating for health.
1 46 oz. can of pure pineapple juice
1/2 C almonds
1 bunch kale (wash and chop)
1 sm. bunch parsley (wash and chop)
1/2 bunch collards (wash and chop)
4 stalks of celery (wash and chop)
2 carrots (wash and no need to peel)
2 apples (no need to peel, but quarter)
2 or more cups of ice (if you want)

Pour half of pineapple juice into heavy duty blender. Add almonds, blend until smooth. Add other ingredients until blender is full. Blend until smooth. Pour into gallon pitcher, and put the rest of the pineapple juice in the blender and blend along with the rest of the ingredients. Add to the first batch. Water can be added to dilute the taste. I thought it tasted great! Plus it was filling and helped me gain back the control I wanted.

I did some research and found another green drink by Dr. Oz from the Oprah show:

2 C fresh spinach
2 C chopped cucumber
5 celery stalks
1/2 tsp. ginger
1 bunch parsley
2 apples
juice of 1 lime
juice of 1/2 lemon

Blend all together and enjoy! This also tastes good and has health benefits as well.

I've been tagged again!

This the 4th photo in my 4th album:

Last December Nick and I were invited to a Southern California political rally for Mitt Romney. We shook hands with him, had our picture taken with him, and listened to his words of wisdom. My opinion: too bad we didn't get to vote for him for President! It was a great event and a lot of fun to mingle with like-minded people!
I have been challenged to tag 4 people to find their 4th picture in their 4th folder so Robin Shipley, Kathryn Gent, Michelle Cook, and Katrina Bingham, you're it!

My First Triathlon

My first triathlon goal is now behind me. I'm not ready to say it was "fun" but it did give me a feeling of accomplishment. And I did reach the four objectives I had set: I didn't drown, I stayed up on the bike, I crossed the finish line running, and I did it all in 1 hour 38 minutes (2o minutes faster than I thought I could!).

Getting ready for the 400 meter swim.

I just hit the dismount area after the 10 mile bike ride, Shaila (who finished in 1 hour 7 minutes!) is cheering me on.

Nick Jr giving me his hand of encouragement at the beginning of the 3 mile run.
(He finished in well under an hour!)

The race is over. Here we have the champion triathlon finishers: my niece Lucy, Linda (me), Shaila, Nick Jr holding Jake, and Rachel!!

I'm really glad I set this goal and completed it, but I can't say yet, "whee, let's do it again!"

P.S. A big thanks to Nick, my husband, who got up at 4:30 so I could get there on time, took the pictures, and possibly was bored to tears waiting for me cross the finish line. I love you Nick!