Once upon a time, when I took New Testament back at BYU, my professor gave us a list of readings to be read the week of Easter, to help prepare for that important day. Of course, I lost that list a long time ago, but luckily dear Mrs. Weasely posted a similar (or perhaps exact, I don't know) list on her blog last year, that I am stealing and posting here. Happy Easter!
Easter Readings
Sunday (Palm Sunday)
• Matthew 21:1‐17
• Mark 11:1‐11
• Luke 19:28‐48
• John 12:12‐19
Monday
• Matthew 21:18‐46, 22:1‐14
• Luke 19:47‐48, 21:37
• Mark 11:12‐19; 12:28‐34
Tuesday
• Matthew 22:15‐46, 23
• Mark 12:20‐44, 13
• John 12:20‐50
Wednesday
• Matthew 24, 25
• Luke 20, 21
Thursday (The Last Supper and Gethsemane)
• Matthew 26
• Mark 14
• Luke 22
• John 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18:1‐27
Friday (Good Friday)
• Matthew 27
• Mark 15
• Luke 23
• John 18:28‐40, 19
• 3 Nephi 8
Saturday
• 3 Nephi 9, 10
• Doctrine & Covenants 138
Sunday (Easter)
• Matthew 28
• Mark 16
• Luke 24
• John 20:1‐18
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
gospel truths
My sister Lydia and her husband Mr. Wickham are primary teachers to the five year olds in their ward. (Following the trend in the church to put newly weds in a place that will be the best birth control for them.) They were teaching a lesson on the word of wisdom when this exchange took place:
Brother Wickham: What are some things that we shouldn't drink so we can be healthy?.....which is probably why the Mormons have such problems finding converts among the vampire population.
Little Girl 1: Coffee
Little Girl 2: Beer
Little Boy: Blood
Monday, March 14, 2011
elevator etiquette
Did you know that when you are riding an elevator, it is polite to let women on and off first? I did not know this until I started working at my current place of employ, where my office is on the 22nd floor.
And did you also know that if you are the lone woman among men riding down to the first floor after a day's work and the elevator stops and you poke your head out and think the elevator has stopped on the third floor and therefore you don't get out and everyone else is kind of staring at you in a funny way and the doors start to close and one of the men has to reach out quickly and stop it from shutting and then you realize that you actually are on the first floor and that everyone has just been politely waiting for you to get a move on Missy, so we can all get out of here.... that it is extremely awkward when you do finally get off the elevator?
Let me tell you... it is.
And did you also know that if you are the lone woman among men riding down to the first floor after a day's work and the elevator stops and you poke your head out and think the elevator has stopped on the third floor and therefore you don't get out and everyone else is kind of staring at you in a funny way and the doors start to close and one of the men has to reach out quickly and stop it from shutting and then you realize that you actually are on the first floor and that everyone has just been politely waiting for you to get a move on Missy, so we can all get out of here.... that it is extremely awkward when you do finally get off the elevator?
Let me tell you... it is.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
fire and ice
As you know, if you're alive and have access to any kind of news (whether it be tv, internet, newspaper, office water cooler, whatever) there has been a rather larger winter storm in most of the Midwest the last few days. Other people can tell you about it on their blogs. As always, my blog focuses on me.
Well, Tuesday my car was encased in an ice shell, so I didn't even try to go to work. But I dug it out and went to work on Wednesday. However, I decided to make an easy morning of it. I decided to actually have breakfast at home. (Mom: I eat breakfast everyday, but usually it's an English muffin or some yogurt when I get to work.) I didn't want to go all out with pancakes or french toast or anything like that. But plain old cereal seemed a bit boring, especially when I was going to be stealing my roommate's milk anyway. So I decided on oatmeal - it was still a hot breakfast, but it doesn't take much work. (And I could use the already-stolen-at-heart milk.)
And what goes better with oatmeal than some nice brown sugar? After I'd put a few spoonfuls (well, really handfuls, as I was too lazy to get out another spoon) I thought, Oh dear, I just set this bag of brown sugar on the burner that was just being used to cook my oatmeal, I wonder what is going to happen next. Most people would think it through a bit first, but I just picked up the bag and, as you imagine, sent brown sugar flying through the kitchen from the hole burned through the bottom of the bag.
Now Scarlet had two reasons to be mad at me - the milk, and the fact that she scoured the kitchen the day before. Of course, I'm not quite the World's Worst Roommate, maybe just in the bottom ten, so I did clean it up instead of leaving it for her. It turns out, according to the Internet, that pretty much the only way to get melted plastic off a burner is to allow it to cool and then scrape as much off as you can and burn off the rest. It also turns out that plastic bags don't scrape off very well; they peal off okay, but not all the way, leaving melted plastic and sugar still plentifully attached. The sugar doesn't dissolve well either. But both burn off pretty well. The sugar is an excellent fuel source and creates some nice little contained flames, and the smell of burning brown sugar nicely compliments the smell of burning plastic. In case you wanted to know.
And that is the story of the fifth thing in my life that I've caught on fire on a burner, including a knife and a few oven mitts. Fourth or fifth - I can't really remember how many oven mitts I've set on fire now. Including the one that was supposed to be non-flammable. But that might have been on purpose just to see.
Well, Tuesday my car was encased in an ice shell, so I didn't even try to go to work. But I dug it out and went to work on Wednesday. However, I decided to make an easy morning of it. I decided to actually have breakfast at home. (Mom: I eat breakfast everyday, but usually it's an English muffin or some yogurt when I get to work.) I didn't want to go all out with pancakes or french toast or anything like that. But plain old cereal seemed a bit boring, especially when I was going to be stealing my roommate's milk anyway. So I decided on oatmeal - it was still a hot breakfast, but it doesn't take much work. (And I could use the already-stolen-at-heart milk.)
And what goes better with oatmeal than some nice brown sugar? After I'd put a few spoonfuls (well, really handfuls, as I was too lazy to get out another spoon) I thought, Oh dear, I just set this bag of brown sugar on the burner that was just being used to cook my oatmeal, I wonder what is going to happen next. Most people would think it through a bit first, but I just picked up the bag and, as you imagine, sent brown sugar flying through the kitchen from the hole burned through the bottom of the bag.
Now Scarlet had two reasons to be mad at me - the milk, and the fact that she scoured the kitchen the day before. Of course, I'm not quite the World's Worst Roommate, maybe just in the bottom ten, so I did clean it up instead of leaving it for her. It turns out, according to the Internet, that pretty much the only way to get melted plastic off a burner is to allow it to cool and then scrape as much off as you can and burn off the rest. It also turns out that plastic bags don't scrape off very well; they peal off okay, but not all the way, leaving melted plastic and sugar still plentifully attached. The sugar doesn't dissolve well either. But both burn off pretty well. The sugar is an excellent fuel source and creates some nice little contained flames, and the smell of burning brown sugar nicely compliments the smell of burning plastic. In case you wanted to know.
And that is the story of the fifth thing in my life that I've caught on fire on a burner, including a knife and a few oven mitts. Fourth or fifth - I can't really remember how many oven mitts I've set on fire now. Including the one that was supposed to be non-flammable. But that might have been on purpose just to see.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
resolute!
I don't usually make New Year's resolutions because I figure if I need to improve, I can (and should) start improving any old time. But, to be with the season of things, here are some of the goals that I've been working on that might as well be resolutions that I hope to accomplish this year.
1. Improve my mile pace to between 9 and 10 minutes. Yes, I realize that this is not very fast, but with my short little legs and short stride, it would be fast for me.
2. Be able to do 1 non-assisted pull up. (I mean be able to do one any time someone asks me to - not just do one during the year.) Again, yes, I realize this isn't much, but girls don't naturally have very much upper body strength. (Side note: for reasons that I don't really understand, most boys are just love pull ups. Every boy I've ever dated (and others besides) has wanted me to be able to do a pull up. To me, it seems that being able to do pull ups just shows off your upper body strength. And while this is desirable in a man, it seems like it would be less of a big deal in a woman. But, if other girls can do pull ups, then I can do it too.)
3. Read 50 books. You'd think this wouldn't be hard for me, but with everything that happened last year (well, mostly my dad) I kind of stopped reading and I want to get back into it. I think I only read about 6 books since May and that's just plain disgraceful.
4. Finish reading the Old Testament. Yeah, I started it like two years ago and I'm still only to Job, but slow and steady wins the race, right?
5. Read the Sunday School lesson before Sunday School each week. (Well, let's just say most weeks.) It's no secret that I struggle with Sunday School, so maybe if I'm better prepared, I'll get more out of it. Plus, in our ward at least, Sunday School was good the last two weeks in a row! (Well, the classes I was in - I can't say about the others.) It gives one hope.... (I mean, I'll read even the lessons that I'm not teaching. Of course I'll read the ones that I am teaching.) (Also, I did not teach the last two weeks.)
There you have it. They are quantifiable and written down - that's what makes it a good goal right? I don't remember now. It's probably in one of the Sunday School lessons.....
1. Improve my mile pace to between 9 and 10 minutes. Yes, I realize that this is not very fast, but with my short little legs and short stride, it would be fast for me.
2. Be able to do 1 non-assisted pull up. (I mean be able to do one any time someone asks me to - not just do one during the year.) Again, yes, I realize this isn't much, but girls don't naturally have very much upper body strength. (Side note: for reasons that I don't really understand, most boys are just love pull ups. Every boy I've ever dated (and others besides) has wanted me to be able to do a pull up. To me, it seems that being able to do pull ups just shows off your upper body strength. And while this is desirable in a man, it seems like it would be less of a big deal in a woman. But, if other girls can do pull ups, then I can do it too.)
3. Read 50 books. You'd think this wouldn't be hard for me, but with everything that happened last year (well, mostly my dad) I kind of stopped reading and I want to get back into it. I think I only read about 6 books since May and that's just plain disgraceful.
4. Finish reading the Old Testament. Yeah, I started it like two years ago and I'm still only to Job, but slow and steady wins the race, right?
5. Read the Sunday School lesson before Sunday School each week. (Well, let's just say most weeks.) It's no secret that I struggle with Sunday School, so maybe if I'm better prepared, I'll get more out of it. Plus, in our ward at least, Sunday School was good the last two weeks in a row! (Well, the classes I was in - I can't say about the others.) It gives one hope.... (I mean, I'll read even the lessons that I'm not teaching. Of course I'll read the ones that I am teaching.) (Also, I did not teach the last two weeks.)
There you have it. They are quantifiable and written down - that's what makes it a good goal right? I don't remember now. It's probably in one of the Sunday School lessons.....
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
welcome to neeleyville*
A while ago when I was home, I came across this little gem in our china cabinet:
And just a few days ago when I went home, I spotted this beauty:
Perhaps this will give you a little insight into the wonderful world of the Neeley family and perhaps explain some things.
Merry Headless Joseph Christmas and God Bless Us, Everyone, No Matter What Upper Body Parts We May Be Missing!
*According to my family history, there really used to be a place in Idaho called Neeleyville, but according to Widipedia, I can't find anything else about it out. But you know you've made it Big when you have a town named after you in Idaho.
(Sorry about the glare)
Then a few months later I found this at my aunt's house:
Perhaps this will give you a little insight into the wonderful world of the Neeley family and perhaps explain some things.
Merry Headless Joseph Christmas and God Bless Us, Everyone, No Matter What Upper Body Parts We May Be Missing!
*According to my family history, there really used to be a place in Idaho called Neeleyville, but according to Widipedia, I can't find anything else about it out. But you know you've made it Big when you have a town named after you in Idaho.
Monday, December 6, 2010
the breaking of the fellowship....
About a month and a half ago I was released from my calling as the co-chair of the activities committee. I will not lie, I was pretty happy to be released. It was not my favorite calling. There are some things I'll miss about it, and it was easy working with Legolas as the other co-chair since we were already such good friends, but for the most part, I'm happy to move on. For ever since I've moved into this ward, the activities committee chair was always the "marriage" calling. People would generally get released when they were getting married. There were a few exceptions, but not many. I was released without that honor. (Though, I was dating a nice young man for a while when I had that calling, which is probably the best the universe could do with what it had to work with in me.) Legolas was kind of mad he has been in longer than I had been, but he didn't get released. He's on his third co-chair now. I think the universe probably hasn't given up on him yet, which is why he's still in. He still has a chance to be released in the "other" way.
I feel kind of like I broke something because two weeks after I was released, the church announced that they're doing away with the activities committees, with the auxiliary committees taking up the slack. (Our ward hasn't made the change yet, but I'm sure it's only a matter of time.) So, stay tuned in about a year or so with what happens with my new calling, which is teaching Sunday School....
I feel kind of like I broke something because two weeks after I was released, the church announced that they're doing away with the activities committees, with the auxiliary committees taking up the slack. (Our ward hasn't made the change yet, but I'm sure it's only a matter of time.) So, stay tuned in about a year or so with what happens with my new calling, which is teaching Sunday School....
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