Past Life?

So my nephew is going on a mission.

I went to my sisters house to support him as he opened his calling papers. He's going to Paraguay. Sweet, another Spanish speaking family member.

My sister also posted a picture of me in my younger years with a Farrah Fawcett hair-do and a BYU T-shirt.

It all starts up and feels black and white instead of kinda grey. That little line of what I thought and what I was and what I am and how I think is very intricate. All night at work I have felt like I had to explain myself to people when I really didn't have to.

"My nephew is going on a mission, but I'm not Mormon."

I couldn't help myself. It just tumbled out EVERY time. I tried not to say it and I couldn't stop it. Of course I was working at my 2nd job and people there don't know me too well. They don't know about (whispering) BYU and all that stuff. I'm super proud of the decisions I've made over the course of the last 15 years and how I have stayed true to myself and my heart. I feel this inner peace/calm that is amazing. I know exactly what I believe.

Then everything clashes and although I don't change what I believe, I start feeling this righteous indignation about my childhood. As time goes on and I raise my own kids, the feeling gets stronger. Seriously? My childhood was fantastic. My parents made me go to church. I can think of worse problems. That's is what they thought was the very best and it is still what they think is the very best. I think they are still scratching their heads about where things went wrong.

My parents were exceptional in that I was allowed to play with kids of all religions and I never heard them judge. My grandma and great grandma were super gossipers and I never remember my mom gossiping. Very loving, family oriented and hard working parents.

They are awesome, don't forget that.

So are my kids.

I guess I did OK. So far.

Sorry to get your hopes up if you thought this was a "coming back to the fold" post. That would be funny though. I wonder what my husband would do?

My kids would kill me.

Is religious beliefs, family and being right a proper blog subject??

....maybe.....

Unfortunately I can't make this picture any bigger on the blog. Look at those eyebrows! My sister LeAnn taught me those skills! Perfect feather hairdo. I love the trivets and the salad spoons on the wall!!! Makes me giggle.

Blog on!!!

Daniel's performance at 9th and 9th festival

Daniel plays with the Wasatch Music Academy in Salt Lake City. This last week they played at the 9th and 9th festival on a big stage. The band did awesome!! here is some pics from the day.

Daniel with his band mates: Dylan, Nick, Daniel and Zack.

I finally got the entire band together and told them to look famous.

Nate, Dylan, Nick, Daniel and Zack. It's a good start! I should get it blown up and signed!

The funk band. Frickin Awesome!

The Waldron family band. Talk about some talent!!

Daniel getting started.

The stage.

Awesome side shot.

Nick and Dylan

Oh look, he has a face!!! so cute.

After the show.

Jakes reused shirt. He used a shoelace to attach a pic off his old pic that he wanted to keep. Pretty handy!

Rockers Chit Chattin.

Jake and Daniel.

Wow, my kids are growing up! They are damn good kids too!

Group pictures of those performing with Wasatch Music Academy.


The next band included the WMA owner and to my surprise the singer is a young friend of mine! He is the brother of one of my good friends husband. I have seen him a bunch of time and was thrilled I was able to see him perform. He is really awesome and the whole band rocks!

Daniel and I went for a little Henna action after we wandered around the festival. The festival was really awesome and I'm hoping to his it next year too!!

Watching my kids grow up and excel at things and being able to watch and appreciate the kind of wonderfulness that are my children is so life fulfilling! It is really an awesome! This is a kick-ass time to be a parent!