<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:14:24.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People Like Us</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-3557855422191117340</id><published>2011-06-24T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T17:34:12.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Forget about it Jake - It's Chinatown."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qK02PnzBeG0/TgT_pH5nT7I/AAAAAAAAATU/hlPhadF7wqg/s1600/chinatown_joe_mantell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621899316825640882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qK02PnzBeG0/TgT_pH5nT7I/AAAAAAAAATU/hlPhadF7wqg/s400/chinatown_joe_mantell.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier this week the producer of a local television show came across my blog and asked if I would be willing to be on the show for a segment about raising non LDS kids in Utah.&lt;/DI &lt;div&gt;We'll be talking (&lt;strong&gt;honestly&lt;/strong&gt;) about raising non-LDS kids in Utah." she wrote. &lt;/DI &lt;div&gt;I must admit I was thrilled to have an opportunity to finally express to a wide audience the challenges my family and so many others face on a daily basis. The day before the show, I requested an agenda so I could be prepared for our discussion. The segment was to be only 6 minutes and I wanted to be sure I could fairly and succinctly express my experiences. When I received the agenda I was shocked!!!!! The topics to be discussed included(and I quote):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"--the religious saturation is not unique to Utah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"--get the LDS perspective on interaction between groups"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"--talk about the benefits of the LDS culture"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit confused to say the least. Remember, this segment was meant to be 6"&lt;strong&gt;honest&lt;/strong&gt;" minutes about raising non LDS kids in Utah. I was flabbergasted that we could not go &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just 6 minutes&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;without having to give the LDS perspective. Don't we Utahns get that every day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And although there are benefits of the LDS culture which I have written about here in this blog, I don't think that belongs in this very short segment. So.... I called the producer and shared my concerns and said I really was not interested in participating in the discussion if this was the direction she wanted to go. She was very nice, and explained that they were just concerned about this being one sided and so the panel would include one of their other producers who was LDS. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Should I be on a panel about raising kids with disabilites? I think not as I don't personally have any experience in that area. To ask an LDS mother about raising non-LDS kids is comical!!!! It was clear there was not going to be anything "&lt;strong&gt;honest&lt;/strong&gt;" about this round table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I watched the segment in hopes that maybe I was wrong about the shows intentions. Sadly, the 6 minutes were what can only be described as "&lt;em&gt;fluff&lt;/em&gt;" which portrayed the issue as almost a non existent problem. If us outsiders just go to Primary and LDS camp we will be just fine and accepted by our neighbors. What a load of crap! It is so sad that this show was afraid to be "honest" and inform people how hurtful some behavior can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desire to go on the show was never to say anything bad about LDS people - it was only to educate them that sometimes outsiders have hurt feelings about exclusion and judgements whether intentional or not. If they could have focused on those issues maybe some changes could take place. Instead, as usual, the issue was glossed over and down played. I felt sick after I watched the show! Still I was relieved I had not participated. First of all, I would have looked like an idiot as my mouth would have been hanging open and my eyes bulging. Secondly, anything I might have said would have looked like I was putting a damper on the perfect world these people described.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess for now Utah society will continue to ignore others and their feelings and opinions. Maybe that will never change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forget about it Jill - it's Utah! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-3557855422191117340?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/3557855422191117340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=3557855422191117340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/3557855422191117340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/3557855422191117340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2011/06/forget-about-it-jake-its-chinatown.html' title='&quot;Forget about it Jake - It&apos;s Chinatown.&quot;'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qK02PnzBeG0/TgT_pH5nT7I/AAAAAAAAATU/hlPhadF7wqg/s72-c/chinatown_joe_mantell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-3880028747767972742</id><published>2011-06-01T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T15:53:56.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"How Dare You!  She's a Nice Lady!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oG-bMePc2Bw/Tea-1k2WTeI/AAAAAAAAATI/yvCYoGjFnVs/s1600/How%2BDare%2BYou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613383813197876706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oG-bMePc2Bw/Tea-1k2WTeI/AAAAAAAAATI/yvCYoGjFnVs/s400/How%2BDare%2BYou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today's Op Ed section in the Salt Lake Tribune included a typical self rightious letter from yet another judgemental Utahn. Have a read: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Unhealthy "Idol" Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I&lt;em&gt; watched the recent finale of “American Idol,” and I am happy about the two finalists Scotty McCreery and Lauren Alaina. Both are winners in my eyes, for their music and wholesome personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I was shockingly abused by much of the emotionally unhealthy music presented during the show, and by all the immodesty and erotic dancing. I hope Americans realize that immodesty is visual profanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“American Idol” blocks out verbal profanity. Sure wish it’d have the sense to block out the visual profanity, erotic dancing and unhealthy music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better yet, I wish it forbid them in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“American Idol” is as out of control in its moral values as Congress is in its deficit spending! '"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Merlin Ross&lt;br /&gt;Sandy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Really????&lt;/strong&gt; How many judgements can one human being make in a few paragraphs. I do agree that both Scotty and Lauren are lovely young people with loads of talent and I also enjoyed their "&lt;em&gt;wholesome personalities&lt;/em&gt;". However, that is where Mr. Ross and I part ways. He was "&lt;em&gt;shockingly abused&lt;/em&gt;"??? How exactly was he abused??? Last time I checked he could change the channel on his television set anytime. I guess someone must have had him chained to his couch and made him watch the "&lt;em&gt;emotionally unhealthy music...immodesty and erotic dancing&lt;/em&gt;". Just curious...what exactly is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;emotionally unhealthy music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mr. Ross believes immodesty is "visual profanity". Huh??? I suppose he must be an authority on what is "immodest". The beehive state loves to spout that "Modest is Hottest" and is often critical of those who choose clothing with bare shoulders or exposed thighs. Clothing is a personal choice and it really is not appropriate nor nice for others to make assumptions about someone based on those choices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mr. Ross also claims the show had "erotic dancing". He must be referring to Jennifer Lopez and Lady Gaga. Both performances were fabulous in my opinion and I don't expect Mr. Ross to agree - that is what makes the world an interesting place. What I do find offensive is his moral judgement of these artists. Anyone who has watched Idol this season has seen that Jennifer Lopez is an overwhelming kind and caring human being. Furthermore, anyone who knows anything about Lady Gaga also knows she is abundantly generous and loving to ALL her fellow men and women. It seems clear whom is behaving badly and it is not any of the women on American Idol. So, I say to you Mr. Merlin Ross, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"HOW DARE YOU!!! SHE IS A NICE LADY!!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-3880028747767972742?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://youtu.be/sZH4h4etigo' title='&quot;How Dare You!  She&apos;s a Nice Lady!&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/3880028747767972742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=3880028747767972742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/3880028747767972742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/3880028747767972742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-dare-you-shes-nice-lady.html' title='&quot;How Dare You!  She&apos;s a Nice Lady!&quot;'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oG-bMePc2Bw/Tea-1k2WTeI/AAAAAAAAATI/yvCYoGjFnVs/s72-c/How%2BDare%2BYou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-4235848214041651381</id><published>2011-05-22T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T11:37:56.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Are You Talkin To Me"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5Xy5PkPwmU/TdqHNOu4_fI/AAAAAAAAASw/5gpwZYJYK1g/s1600/you-talking-to-me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609944947206192626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5Xy5PkPwmU/TdqHNOu4_fI/AAAAAAAAASw/5gpwZYJYK1g/s400/you-talking-to-me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have never understood the habit of name calling in our society. When people don't agree or don't like something it is all too common to use derogatory labels in reference to the supposed offender. It is unfortunate how often I witness this ugly behavior from young people here in Utah. I am constantly reminding the teenagers who come into my home not to say "that is so gay" when they refer to something they don't like or think is stupid. Most of them are fairly well trained by now - at least at my house. However, recently I have had to call them out for their consistent use of the word "Jew" when addressing my kids. I see it on their facebooks and yearbooks and hear kids address them by their name followed by "Jew". My kids don't like it and neither do I. Why is this necessary? Why do we have to put labels on people who are different? We don't say "Hey Joe- Mormon - would you like a slice of pizza?" That would be silly, not to mention rude - yet it is how my children are addressed quite often and I have finally had it with this ridiculous behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am motivated by the recent commercials put out by http://www.thinkb4youspeak.com/ which are a fabulous public service and point out how insulting words can be. They directly address the term "that is so gay". I hope the message will go even farther in illustrating that labeling and name calling in general is hurtful. For too long, we have all accepted these sayings as harmless behavior. I choose to confront those who use terms that are hurtful to any particular group even when it is not my group. I hope I can be rational and calm in my discussions - but honestly there are days when I feel just like De Niro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ARE YOU TALKIN" TO ME???" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-4235848214041651381?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://youtu.be/XzPBUGUM7KQ' title='&quot;Are You Talkin To Me&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/4235848214041651381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=4235848214041651381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/4235848214041651381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/4235848214041651381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2011/05/are-you-talkin-to-me.html' title='&quot;Are You Talkin To Me&quot;'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5Xy5PkPwmU/TdqHNOu4_fI/AAAAAAAAASw/5gpwZYJYK1g/s72-c/you-talking-to-me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-3714421126486647556</id><published>2011-05-18T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T11:04:19.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"There's No Crying in Baseball!!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SrRs83amFRc/TdQHUQ4_fJI/AAAAAAAAASo/F8v6EjxQFk8/s1600/baseball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 192px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608115480695897234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SrRs83amFRc/TdQHUQ4_fJI/AAAAAAAAASo/F8v6EjxQFk8/s400/baseball.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much has been said about the roles of men and women in society. Here in Utah, I have found that women are defined by their specific place in their family and community. Much of that identity has been advocated by the Mormon Church’s beliefs about the woman’s duties as wife and mother. As a woman who gave up her career 20 years ago to stay at home with my two children, I clearly do not have a problem with choosing those roles instead of a career. My objection is that those who make different choices may be criticized for them. In many ways, Utah is decades behind in women’s issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one evening a few months after we moved to Draper, a man knocked on my door wanting me to purchase groceries from his home delivery service. I kindly told him I was not interested and he replied, “&lt;em&gt;Why don’t I come back when your husband is home and speak with him about it.&lt;/em&gt;” &lt;strong&gt;Excuse me!!!&lt;/strong&gt; My husband has no interest in those decisions and the idea that somehow I could not make any decision without him was insulting. I told this salesman so and he just looked at me like I had appeared out of some futuristic movie where women had a voice in their own lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week while substituting at an elementary school here in Draper, I attended an assembly to encourage students to participate in the “Fun Run” to raise money for the school. To add to the excitement, 2 BYU football players came to speak. While I am not a BYU fan, I think having players from a local college team speak to students is a great idea. Kids love to see them and imagine themselves someday in those uniforms. However, this assembly was about more than just the “Fun Run” and I was astounded and offended by the comments from these players.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, in their bios which were on the big screen in the gym was information about where they had served their two year missions. Why is that important? Would it be relevant in a public school to say where you had your Bar Mitzvah? I think not!!!! One of the players even spoke about how great it was to teach the Gospel for two years. Good to know, but inappropriate in a public school where like it or not, not everyone has plans to go on a mission. Remarkably, this commentary was not as objectionable as what was about to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This young man proceeded to talk about the goals he had as a child in elementary school and to encourage fitness in all the young people listening. Fantastic right??? He spoke about his goal of getting good enough to bounce a basketball a couple hundred times without stop. Sounds great! Here comes the zinger – so he says you should set similar kinds of goals and “&lt;em&gt;girls – you could learn to do the splits or something&lt;/em&gt;”. I literally almost fell off my chair. Had I entered some sort of time machine and been transported back to the 1950’s – nope I am just in Utah. Seriously, my daughter can bounce a basketball better and longer than most of the boys she knows. What the hell was this kid implying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I am glad my children were not raised in a place where “heroes” are presented to them at school and then they are subtlety told that they cannot be like them because they are different. Is this the message the public schools want to give to their young students? I hope not, but frankly, this assembly said that if you are sitting out there and you are not of our faith or our gender than you will not be one of us. I wanted to take my little first graders back to class and tell them that is untrue, but I could not do that for several reasons. First of all, I doubt I would be asked to substitute there again and secondly I can’t honestly say that if they are different they will not be treated unfairly by their friends and community. I left school that day very angry and heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, boys and girls are different. People are all different! So what. Why must we stick to certain roles just because we are in a certain group? I challenge my daughter to be athletic and challenge my son to dance. I hope my daughter is strong and my son is sensitive. I hope to see them choose their own roles, both traditional and non traditional. I do not want them to have limits based upon their gender or their faith. I want them to be happy and free to choose their own path. I want them to embrace who they are and their differences. So, why can't we can just accept all people where they are and maybe, just maybe even "crying in baseball" would not be so terrible after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-3714421126486647556?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://youtu.be/t48brs4QRjY' title='&quot;There&apos;s No Crying in Baseball!!!&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/3714421126486647556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=3714421126486647556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/3714421126486647556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/3714421126486647556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2011/05/theres-no-crying-in-baseball.html' title='&quot;There&apos;s No Crying in Baseball!!!&quot;'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SrRs83amFRc/TdQHUQ4_fJI/AAAAAAAAASo/F8v6EjxQFk8/s72-c/baseball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-5355920155316029095</id><published>2011-03-29T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T12:41:17.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Snap Out of It!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U4YAUGnXlDQ/TZIyBv2pN_I/AAAAAAAAASY/ST21R1Pu0S8/s1600/Snap.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589585093127124978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U4YAUGnXlDQ/TZIyBv2pN_I/AAAAAAAAASY/ST21R1Pu0S8/s400/Snap.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been quite some time since I have written here and most of my followers may have stopped checking in on this page. Sadly, I am inspired today by some very disturbing events at Alta High School. My daughter graduated from Alta two years ago. Alta is a good school with many excellent teachers and staff. As a result of the 58 college units she earned there, my daughter will be able to graduate from college in 3 years. I am grateful for her high school education. However, she was very unhappy at Alta. She was often treated badly by her fellow students because she was not a part of the predominant culture. Some teachers and staff also added to her alienation. Almost daily, she heard negative remarks about her differences and it was extremely hurtful. Her yearbook is full of comments about her being “a Jew”. Of course, everyone would say they were not meant to hurt her or to be negative yet they still felt the need to point out she was not like them. Her experience led my younger son to attend a different high school in hopes he would have a better experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I heard about the current racial tensions at Alta I was not surprised. For those of you unfamiliar with the recent events here is a brief synopsis. At an assembly to show school spirit each grade level was to wear a different color to display their school pride. The junior class was designated white. One student chose to wear a white pillowcase over his head with eyeholes cut out. The pillowcase resembled a KKK hood and this same student was apparently making the Heil Hitler sign as he paraded around. This action was upsetting for many students especially one biracial young man who took his concerns to the administration and the blogosphere. Since these events, racial tensions have flared. Text messages are circulating at Alta with KKK and Nazi symbols which read “Alta Pride”. Sides have been drawn and it is an ugly environment. Extra police have been called to campus to ensure safety. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is time for these issues to be dealt with by the school. I strongly support Dr. Doty and his push to educate students about the dangers of bigotry. &lt;strong&gt;This is indeed a great teaching moment!!!&lt;/strong&gt; However, at a meeting this morning at Alta, I heard parents and staff complain that this incident has been totally “overblown”. Many feel it was a harmless prank and are outraged. Hate symbols can never be seen as harmless and hearing people say so this morning brought me to tears. It is easy to say something is harmless when it is not directed at you. Too many Utahns think their way is the only way and do not take kindly to others pointing that out. If the KKK had strung up a few Mormon missionaries from a tree, we all know white sheets would be outlawed in this state. For example, at one middle school, a student wore a T-shirt which read, “Choose the Left”, a play on the LDS “CTR” meaning choose the right. This student was sent home and could not wear the shirt again. So, it is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;OK to say I am different – I do not belong to the predominant culture, but donning a symbol of hate publicly is just a harmless joke by teenagers who don’t know any better. I call “BS!!!!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Discrimination is alive and well here in the Beehive state and that is clear by reading the horrible things many in the community are saying about the biracial young man and anyone who supports him. Racial slurs are abundant and he is being called a liar. I hope he remembers that change only happens when someone stands up for what is fair and right. I applaud this young man and all those who stand behind him. Their courage will be worth the backlash. If this incident enlightens even a few then progress has been made. I believe to the bottom of my toes that we can do better and we will if more people speak out. For those of you, who choose to keep your head in the sand or who belittle this incident know this – change is coming to Utah whether you like it or not. So here is a little piece of advice - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“Snap out of It!!!!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-5355920155316029095?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/5355920155316029095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=5355920155316029095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/5355920155316029095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/5355920155316029095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2011/03/snap-out-of-it.html' title='&quot;Snap Out of It!!&quot;'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U4YAUGnXlDQ/TZIyBv2pN_I/AAAAAAAAASY/ST21R1Pu0S8/s72-c/Snap.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-6043073289819964258</id><published>2010-06-19T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T08:59:58.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"May The Force Be With You!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/TBzV7XbGirI/AAAAAAAAAIk/120wUPWmtR0/s1600/800AnakinSkywalkerObiWanKenobiROTS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484493662107110066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/TBzV7XbGirI/AAAAAAAAAIk/120wUPWmtR0/s400/800AnakinSkywalkerObiWanKenobiROTS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here in this beautiful beehive state, “&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the force&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;” is most definitely the Mormon church. If “&lt;em&gt;the force&lt;/em&gt;” is with you, life here is easier and more comfortable. Many people in the state find it necessary to know who is on the side of “&lt;em&gt;the force&lt;/em&gt;”. Sadly, some of these same people will judge outsiders as being on “&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the dark side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;”. The current controversy over an anti-Bob Bennett mailer is a perfect reflection of this strange division in Utah society. The flier showed republican candidate Mike Lee’s photo above the Salt Lake City Mormon Temple and Bob Bennett’s photo over the United States Capitol building with the caption “Which candidate really has Utah values?” The mailer did not come directly from Mike Lee’s campaign, but in my opinion that is irrelevant. Here are the facts: although people were apparently offended by the flier, it worked! Bob Bennett will not be on the ballot this fall. You see, Utah values are Mormon values and separation of church and state is non-existent in my current home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules and laws in other states do not apply here. LDS seminary is part of the public school day. My husband gets calls from job recruiters on a regular basis and many ask him if he has a “temple recommend”. For you outsiders, this translates, “Are you a Mormon in good standing with the Church?” Now, close your mouths, I know you think that is illegal, but not here in Utah. All things in Utah, lead to “&lt;em&gt;the force&lt;/em&gt;”! If you have “&lt;em&gt;the force&lt;/em&gt;” behind you, you are “in” – with your neighbors, your companies, your schools, etc. If, however, “&lt;em&gt;the force&lt;/em&gt;” is not with you it is harder to find your way in just about every aspect of society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, “&lt;em&gt;the force&lt;/em&gt;” decided to give a nod to the Salt Lake City Council and allow it to make it illegal to discriminate against the gay community in housing and employment. If “&lt;em&gt;the force&lt;/em&gt;” had not given their approval the city would still be in the dark ages as far as that basic civil right. I am grateful to the Mormon Church for finally taking that position and hope the “&lt;em&gt;the force&lt;/em&gt;” remains on the moral and just side of all Utah citizens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family navigates through life without the powers of “&lt;em&gt;the force&lt;/em&gt;”. We are happy and appreciate the positive aspects of our life in Utah. Along the way, we may even have convinced a few people that we are not on “&lt;em&gt;the dark side&lt;/em&gt;”. As Utah adjusts to more diversity, the long standing battle may subside. We have to accept that one side is not more important than the other, nor more right than the other. People are just different and that should really be OK as long as no one is getting hurt on either side of the issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold out hope that Utah will not always judge people by their religion. However, until that time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“May the force be with you!”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-6043073289819964258?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/6043073289819964258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=6043073289819964258' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/6043073289819964258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/6043073289819964258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2010/06/may-force-be-with-you.html' title='&quot;May The Force Be With You!&quot;'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/TBzV7XbGirI/AAAAAAAAAIk/120wUPWmtR0/s72-c/800AnakinSkywalkerObiWanKenobiROTS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-7878949435326130917</id><published>2010-05-23T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T17:52:13.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.” Yoda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/S_mQGrMIn1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/H_x3NSFmWQs/s1600/yoda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474565266392784722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/S_mQGrMIn1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/H_x3NSFmWQs/s400/yoda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love children, or at least I thought I did until I started substitute teaching a few months ago. I may reevaluate my opinion. I used to teach middle school before I had children, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I loved it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I had a federal grant to teach in a low income area in San Jose, California. It was a challenging job, but I thought it was wonderful. I adored most of the kids, and I was more than their teacher. In fact, many days I wasn’t a “teacher” at all. I felt more like a social worker, mother, police officer, counselor, and therapist all wrapped into one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after 19 years away from the classroom, I thought I would give it another try. I started substituting at local middle schools. It was a horrible! I am not a stranger to adolescent behavior. But, I was shocked that these kids from middle and upper middle class white and mostly Mormon families were so unbelievably disrespectful. Somewhere along the way, their parents had skipped the lessons on how to behave towards their fellow students and their teachers. For me, it was another display of the hypocrisy in this state. The very judgmental community I live in needs to take a look in the mirror. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now substituting at the elementary level and it is a bit better. However, every day I am reminded in some manner that I am still an outsider in this community. Every day, whether I am in a kindergarten class or a sixth grade class, a student will ask, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Are you a BYU fan or a Utah fan&lt;/em&gt;?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that is kid code for “Are you Mormon or not?” My answer is always the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;I am from California, so I am not a fan of either, but I love the San Francisco Forty Niners&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BINGO!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all get very excited as Steve Young played for the 49ers and I am "in" without really answering their question. This answer gives me an instant connection with the majority of the class and being an outsider connects me with the others in the classroom. Who knew that defining myself in this manner would be so important to children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, many things have happened over the last few months that are both funny and strange. When I start the day in a new classroom, I try to get to know the students quickly and ask them to share something about themselves, they think I will remember. Well, kids do say the darndest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;things, so here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;My name is Brigham, and I get my brains from Jesus&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;My name is Dallin and I am named after a prophet&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;My name is Joseph and I am a future missionary&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Get the picture – religion is important to these kids and it is an accepted part of the public schools. Now I have nothing against religion being important to anyone, I just find it unusual that it is talked about in school so openly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was in a kindergarten classroom last week and two boys were literally grilling another boy about his religion. One little boy meanly questions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Do you go the church with this?&lt;/em&gt; (the boy makes the sign of the cross with his fingers) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Why aren’t you Mormon&lt;/em&gt;?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another five year old chimes in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;I am Mormon&lt;/em&gt;!!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I put a stop to this little conversation as the poor little boy who worshipped elsewhere was about to burst into tears. I have heard stories like this so many times from people I know, but had never truly witnessed it. I am saddened that such young children are taught to tease and fear kids who are different. I hope that regular classroom teachers put a stop to this as I did, but I am truly not confident!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring my coffee with me every morning and one morning another teacher stopped me and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Yeah, another coffee drinker.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then she gave me a warning. She said that once she had a parent stop her in the hall and ask &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Are you allowed to bring coffee into an elementary campus?”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Really – are you kidding me?&lt;/strong&gt; One morning as I was taking a sip of my “morning joe” two third grade girls asked if I was drinking hot cocoa. I simply answered “No”. The one student whispered to the other “It is coffee.” Both girls put their hands over their mouths and started giggling as their teacher was being “naughty”. Again, drinking coffee, is not OK, but being rude to adults and teasing others who are different is accepted. &lt;strong&gt;CRAZY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day I was in the library with a fifth grade class and the librarian read them a story about Jackie Robinson. The story revealed a lot about racism at the time and would have made a great lesson for fifth graders. I was thrilled and looked forward to what the librarian would teach after the story. All she said was, “So that is a great tale about the history of baseball.” &lt;strong&gt;What – that is it???&lt;/strong&gt; I wanted so badly to discuss the dangers of racism today – even against our current President, but I knew that would be looked down upon in lily white Draper Utah. I used to love teaching, especially about history and how we can learn so much from our past. I really wanted to be back in San Jose, California, teaching kids who knew first hand the ugliness of bigotry and discrimination. I felt like a failure that day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I still love children, but I feel sad that we may be raising young people here who will never learn that it is OK to be different. Fear may keep them from the knowledge that other cultures, religions and places can make their lives better and more full. It is great to love who you are and to honor your faith. But faith should not lead to anger at those who don’t believe as you do. It is my hope that young people will learn that it takes more than just abstaining from coffee, alcohol, and premarital sex. Whatever your faith or lack thereof, it should be about how we treat our fellow human beings. We should not ever get so caught up in “the rules” that we forget how to behave towards one another. I only hope that this community and its teachers learn from the words of another great teacher, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-7878949435326130917?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2yY3m9RWMNA' title='“Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.” Yoda'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/7878949435326130917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=7878949435326130917' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/7878949435326130917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/7878949435326130917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2010/05/fear-is-path-to-dark-side-fear-leads-to.html' title='“Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.” Yoda'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/S_mQGrMIn1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/H_x3NSFmWQs/s72-c/yoda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-4376752123871776487</id><published>2010-02-20T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T17:54:36.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rufio, Rufio, Ru-Fi-OOOOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/S4LwpRrwGjI/AAAAAAAAAIU/LFoamkI948U/s1600-h/Rufio-and-Peter-hook-1936624-366-242.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441175891729193522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/S4LwpRrwGjI/AAAAAAAAAIU/LFoamkI948U/s400/Rufio-and-Peter-hook-1936624-366-242.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watch Peter and Rufio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Um8mMa5w41A"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Um8mMa5w41A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/S4BZ1qwiIkI/AAAAAAAAAIM/31e0Xrt8hJA/s1600-h/Rufio-and-Peter-hook-1936624-366-242.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice a week my family sits in a high school gym rooting for my son's basketball team. We spend about five hours watching all three games and for the most part love every minute. We are a sports family and basketball is our favorite. However, we have found that here in Utah, the fans are extremely harsh. They yell at the refs, the coaches, the fans, the players and at other parents. It is rude and appalling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written previously about crazy sports fans and their bad behavior. However, at kids sporting events it is particularly disconcerting. Last week's game truly topped the charts. After a traveling call by the referee, I hear a young voice to the right of me yell out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Go back to church ball, Ref!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look over and see this comment coming from a boy who could not have been more than &lt;strong&gt;four&lt;/strong&gt; years old. Now, I think that was meant to be a put down, but being that we are not in attendance at church ball games, I would love my readers to fill me in. The point is, however, what was this tot doing yelling at a grownup? Where was the adult in his life teaching him about respect and manners? Oh... they were sitting next to him yelling even worse things at the referee. The hypocrisy in this state unbelievable. These same families sit in church and think they have moral superiority and yet they don't show common decency at at kid's ball game. It is truly crazy to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I knew I would be sharing that story but I had no idea that things were about to get worse, &lt;strong&gt;much worse&lt;/strong&gt;. Now, I do need to be fair before recounting this next incident. Our student fan section is organized, loud, funny, and sometimes quite obnoxious. There have been a few times that I have thought they crossed the line and did not represent their school with pride. Having said that, they do show up and support the team every game and for the most part they are good kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the opposing team is shooting a free throw, they loudly jeer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rufio, Rufio. Ru-fi-OOOOOOOOO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loud cheering during free throw shooting is common place at every level of basketball. So, while doing their regular “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rufio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” chant during a free throw, a mom from the opposing team turned around and started screaming at our fan section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HEY, "GAY BOYS", SHUT UP "GAY BOYS", RUFIO THIS "GAY BOYS", WHY AREN'T YOU OUT THERE "GAY BOYS", YOU CANT PLAY "GAY BOYS"....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not remember her exact verbage, but she must have said "&lt;em&gt;gay boys&lt;/em&gt;" at least ten times. After her tirade, the parents sitting in her section gave her high fives. &lt;strong&gt;Are you kidding me?&lt;/strong&gt;?? I was mortified and our student section was also. The woman who ranted these hateful remarks is none other than the mother of a senior player, and NFL player. I know this because at halftime she and her son were introduced to the entire gym for Senior Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sad that I live in a state where this kind of comment is accepted and rewarded. I should not be surprised. Despite the fact that I do need to judge this woman as an individual, I am well aware that she is a member of a church that has openly discriminated against the gay community. So, I do judge her and all of those who gave her the high fives. I may have a glass of wine with my meal and a cup of coffee in the morning, but I will &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; behave in the ugly manner which I see on a regular basis in high school gyms. So... keep your supposed moral superiority and your shameful comments to yourself. &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;know who you really are, and so do all the others who witnessed your hideous display&lt;/strong&gt;. I am sorry the teenagers upset you. But truth is just what Peter said to Rufio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“YOU ARE JUST A PUNK KID......I WANT TO SPEAK TO A GROWN UP!!!!!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-4376752123871776487?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Um8mMa5w41A' title='Rufio, Rufio, Ru-Fi-OOOOO'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/4376752123871776487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=4376752123871776487' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/4376752123871776487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/4376752123871776487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2010/02/rufio-rufio-ru-fi-ooooo_20.html' title='Rufio, Rufio, Ru-Fi-OOOOO'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/S4LwpRrwGjI/AAAAAAAAAIU/LFoamkI948U/s72-c/Rufio-and-Peter-hook-1936624-366-242.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-1466489898947189009</id><published>2010-01-14T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T17:57:30.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Words,Words, Words...."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/S09ktf35lVI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zPdco32Gs28/s1600-h/My+Fair+Lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 289px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426666808817587538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/S09ktf35lVI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zPdco32Gs28/s400/My+Fair+Lady.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eliza Doolittle is another one of my favorite movie characters. In the wonderful song “Show Me” she proclaims to Freddy ….”Don’t talk of stars burning above, if you’re in love – SHOW ME!” Well, I suppose I can understand her frustration - actions do speak louder than words. However, I also know that words have enormous power and they changed Eliza’s life! Her newfound ability to communicate and use words in a different manner gave her opportunities she would never have had before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished an amazing book called &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Book Thief&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Mark Zusak. It is a WWII story about the power of words. In this book, words were the cause of much hardship, but also tremendous comfort. It was certainly a lesson in the value of &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; of our words and I loved it. I have been thinking about the book for days and pondering all the ways that words have influenced my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words bring me pleasure, laughter, comfort, love, entertainment, fear, sorrow, and disappointment. A good book takes me places I thought I could never go and introduces me to characters that I love. Words can totally transform my world for a time. Lyrics from songs also evoke a vast range of feelings. I am moved by the words of great orators like Obama, King and Ghandi, and frightened by words of hate which are so prevalent during current times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said, “Stick and stones can break my bones, but words can never hurt me” is pretty naive. Talk with anyone who has had a verbally abusive parent, spouse, boss, or friend and I think they will tell you they disagree. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words can hurt!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ask a child who has been the victim of a racial slur. Ask a student whose teacher has told them they were stupid or an athlete whose coach has verbally ripped them to shreds in front of teammates. Ask anyone who has had words used against them and they will surely tell you they are hurtful. It is, however, what you do with that hurt that counts. It is most definitely how you use your words that can mend not just your own wounds, but hopefully the wounds of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main character in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Book Thief&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; finds a source of healing in words. Through reading and writing she survives the insurmountable. This book will stay with me a long time and I am going to value all the words in my life more. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words can heal….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; “&lt;em&gt;I love you…..I am proud of you….I am sorry …what can I do to help…..&lt;/em&gt;” Words can truly be a gift. Thank you all for reading &lt;em&gt;my words&lt;/em&gt; and following my blog. I am truly grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch Eliza in all her glory: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8zyF0ZOy3k"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8zyF0ZOy3k&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-1466489898947189009?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8zyF0ZOy3k' title='&quot;Words,Words, Words....&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/1466489898947189009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=1466489898947189009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/1466489898947189009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/1466489898947189009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2010/01/wordswords-words.html' title='&quot;Words,Words, Words....&quot;'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/S09ktf35lVI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zPdco32Gs28/s72-c/My+Fair+Lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-5130411732259625571</id><published>2010-01-04T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:31:20.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"After All....Tomorrow is Another Day!!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/S0IxKa5ZCBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/js1vwuGbWvM/s1600-h/Scarlett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422950956395989010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/S0IxKa5ZCBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/js1vwuGbWvM/s400/Scarlett.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scarlett O’Hara has always been one of my favorite movie characters. My good friend recently asked me how I could possibly like her. Well, despite the fact that she was quite horrible at times, I admired her ability to move on and meet every challenge she faced. Although, I certainly didn’t approve of many of her actions, I wish I possessed more of her strength and will to survive whatever life brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As 2010 begins, my family is struggling with many transitions. My hope for this year is that we will make these changes in a smooth manner and that everyone will be content with the outcomes. Change is often frightening and the unknown causes a lack of sleep. I am going to try to make this year one that embraces all the upcoming changes in our lives. No doubt, this road may be rocky, but the four of us are accustomed to difficult paths. We are a family that gets stronger as things get more difficult. We rally around each other and are fierce in our support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny how when times are hard, you find out who is in your corner. Although it is disappointing when some are less than sympathetic or helpful, it is an important lesson to know who you can always count on. Over the years, we have been blessed with many friends that have helped us along the way and remain so grateful for their place in our lives. We have friends that have been a constant for over thirty years and friends that have recently become a part of our extended family. I cannot imagine our lives without all these fabulous people. So, knowing that we truly do have strong and loyal people behind us, my family will find our way through 2010 and no matter what it holds we will be content with that good fortune. I look forward to this year and know that although change is imminent, love and joy surround us. Today may look a bit cloudy, but “&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after all….tomorrow is another day!!&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-5130411732259625571?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/5130411732259625571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=5130411732259625571' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/5130411732259625571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/5130411732259625571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2010/01/after-alltomorrow-is-another-day.html' title='&quot;After All....Tomorrow is Another Day!!!&quot;'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/S0IxKa5ZCBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/js1vwuGbWvM/s72-c/Scarlett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-6443754099485174676</id><published>2009-12-14T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T15:24:53.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Light the Menorah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SybIgc49O6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/rsS09h0X1s4/s1600-h/hanukkah-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415236061796055970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SybIgc49O6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/rsS09h0X1s4/s400/hanukkah-image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am in the midst of the holiday season and I am remarkably feeling free of the usual holiday stress and guilt. This year I have decided that I don’t really give a hoot about all the decorations and ridiculous shopping that goes along with the season. I usually feel so much pressure about my home and gift shopping that I get a little of the bah humbug thing going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My house looks good, not great, but I am not doing any more. The Christmas tree is up (yes, this Jewish girl puts up a tree) and a few years ago I created a “Hanukkah Bush”. I am quite proud of the way our family has always celebrated the holiday season. I love the Christmas tree and in our home it has no religious significance – kind of like our jack-o-lanterns on Halloween. Of course, I also believe in Santa Claus and can prove he exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One year my adorable three year old son told everyone he knew and many he didn’t that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Santa is bringing me a Volcano Blaster!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everywhere we went he repeated this statement. Now, “&lt;em&gt;Santa&lt;/em&gt;” was in quite a panic as it seemed this particular toy was completely unavailable. Hysterical trips to toy stores near and far and loads of phone calls produced nothing. “&lt;em&gt;Santa&lt;/em&gt;” was distraught and was certain there was going to be one very disappointed three year old on Christmas morning. About 7 p.m. on Christmas Eve, a phone call was received saying that someone had just returned a brand new, unopened “Volcano Blaster. So, of course, “Santa” got right in his sleigh and drove many miles just to make this darling little boy’s wish come true. Ever since that year, I am certain that Santa exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite my love of Santa and the Christmas tree, I do sometimes get a bit cranky about the abundance of Christmas and the lack of acknowledgement that not everyone celebrates the same way. Last year, I was ordering food at a takeout restaurant in December and they had green rice crispie treats. I asked the takeout server why they were green as I thought they looked pretty disgusting. She looks at me in shock and rolled her eyes at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's Christmas!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Oh, OK, do you have any blue ones?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; She had no idea what I was talking about and I called her on it. My long suffering husband apologized to her and explained that it was also Hanukkah and blue was a Hanukkah color. The poor girl  still had no idea what he was talking about, but accepted his apology on my behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, I plan to enjoy all of holidays - candles and tree lights, menorahs and wreaths, latkes and cookies, dreidels and jingle bells. My family will share its traditions with others and we hope you will share yours with us. May everyone have a joy filled season and take advantage of all the festivities that surround you. Senator Orrin Hatch wrote a new Hanukkah song this year and he is quite proud of it. If this man can appreciate other people’s holidays, than I believe anything is possible!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-6443754099485174676?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/6443754099485174676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=6443754099485174676' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/6443754099485174676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/6443754099485174676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/12/come-light-menorah.html' title='Come Light the Menorah'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SybIgc49O6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/rsS09h0X1s4/s72-c/hanukkah-image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-1434279210836170600</id><published>2009-11-30T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T10:00:31.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fighting Words"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SxQGdz1fDdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Ou4g1gtG8Jw/s1600/Y+vs+U.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409956161579322834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SxQGdz1fDdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Ou4g1gtG8Jw/s400/Y+vs+U.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don’t normally read the Sports section of the paper, but this morning the above headline caught my attention. This Saturday was the big rivalry football game here in Utah between the University of Utah and BYU. As with any other local rivalry, fans on both sides feel strongly about their team and often will demonize their opponents. Sports fans can be crazy sometimes. The difference with this rivalry is that like everything else here in Utah, there are religious undertones. BYU is associated with the predominant Mormon culture and Utah fans are considered to be the “others”. This is not necessarily true as there are many avid Utah fans who are LDS and the University of Utah has a large LDS population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why does religion have to play such a big part in this rivalry? Why so much bigotry and ugly rhetoric from both sides? Even in sports, Utah cannot seem to get away from the strong religious divide that exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last years game which took place at Rice Eccles Stadium at the U, BYU quarterback Max Hall’s family was treated horribly. They were verbally attacked and had beer dumped on them. Hall asserts that there were “vile comments personally attacking my wife, my mother, other family members, and our religion.” I find this conduct despicable. I do not blame this young man for being angry. I have been at many football games where wild fans have gotten out of hand and have seen numerous people escorted from stadiums. This bad behavior is not unique to University of Utah – it takes place all over the world at sporting events. I don’t understand it, and solving this odd human activity is a topic for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, BYU was victorious and Max Hall obviously felt vindicated. Here is what he said to reporters after the game,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t like Utah. In fact, I hate them. I hate everything about them. I hate their program, I hate their fans, I hate everything….I think the whole university, their fans and their organization, is classless. They threw beer on my family and stuff last year, and they did a whole bunch of nasty things, and I don’t respect them, and they deserve to lose.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, I really do understand his anger, but a bunch of idiotic fans do not represent an entire university. We have had LDS people do and say some extremely cruel things to my family, and believe me I am very angry about it. However, I know they are just disturbed individuals who do not do a very good job representing their faith. I do not and will not hold an entire group responsible for the actions of a few misguided people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Hall’s hate filled words also do not represent his school or his faith well. To Hall’s credit, he has apologized for some of his remarks. The problem is the damage is done. The blogosphere is going crazy with negativity from both sides. The mistrust and anger grows and frankly I am unbelievably tired of it. I wish I could just say - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is just football people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but I know the problem is so much deeper. We will forget about the “Y” vs. the “U” until next year, but the rift in Utah society is a daily struggle. Today, I vow to do my part to value everyone as an individual, regardless of race, religion, gender, and sexual preference. Can you vow to do the same??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-1434279210836170600?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/1434279210836170600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=1434279210836170600' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/1434279210836170600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/1434279210836170600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/11/fighting-words.html' title='&quot;Fighting Words&quot;'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SxQGdz1fDdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Ou4g1gtG8Jw/s72-c/Y+vs+U.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-5119076871060585371</id><published>2009-11-24T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T08:36:25.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm Talking About Trouble - Right Here in River City"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SwxjQjbI1uI/AAAAAAAAAHc/FlH-BUJl0G0/s1600/Trouble.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407806388603246306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SwxjQjbI1uI/AAAAAAAAAHc/FlH-BUJl0G0/s400/Trouble.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not sure if I have any blog readers left as it has been far too long since I have written. Not to worry, everything is fabulous in my household. My children are great and they both love their new schools. Happy children mean happy parents!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to last week’s Salt Lake Tribune there is “&lt;em&gt;trouble&lt;/em&gt;” brewing that I think you should know about. The Bold Headline reads “Co-ed dorms spur drinking?” Frankly, I am quite certain almost all college dorms spur drinking so this headline doesn’t surprise me. As I read further all is revealed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BYU researchers suggest mixed dorms are a troubling social experiment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really???? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A social experiment??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived in co-ed dorms in college over thirty years ago. That is one long experiment!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BYU social science professor looked at 500 students at five universities, none of them in Utah, and found that students who lived in co-ed dorms were 2.5 times more likely to binge drink on a weekly basis. Apparently, these BYU researchers also found “greater use of pornography and more permissive attitudes about sex”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“&lt;em&gt;This is a call for further investigation&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! What are they really worried about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYU students are already required to live in single-sex housing. They should be safe from all this “&lt;em&gt;trouble&lt;/em&gt;”. Are they suggesting that every university should follow their lead? As a four year resident of Utah, I can tell you the answer is &lt;strong&gt;YOU BET THEY ARE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see here in Utah everyone is supposed to fall in line with whatever the Mormon Church dictates. For example, just last week the Salt Lake City council passed an ordinance making it illegal to discriminate against gays in employment and housing. They only did so after the Mormon Church gave a nod of approval. For those of you who live elsewhere, this must seem unbelievable and it is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I know for sure. The real “&lt;em&gt;trouble&lt;/em&gt;” here in “&lt;em&gt;river city&lt;/em&gt;” is that there are more and more &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People Like Us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in Utah and we have no intention of going along with archaic restrictions on personal rights. I respect BYU and the Mormon Church and hope they continue their traditions at their school and their places of worship. Utah, however, is part of the United States of America where we are guaranteed freedom of and from religion. So please, keep your single sex dorms and your rules. Just don’t believe for a minute that the rest of us will fall in line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-5119076871060585371?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LI_Oe-jtgdI' title='&quot;I&apos;m Talking About Trouble - Right Here in River City&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/5119076871060585371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=5119076871060585371' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/5119076871060585371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/5119076871060585371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-talking-about-trouble-right-here-in.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m Talking About Trouble - Right Here in River City&quot;'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SwxjQjbI1uI/AAAAAAAAAHc/FlH-BUJl0G0/s72-c/Trouble.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-6800260241866833952</id><published>2009-10-11T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T11:57:44.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Whoa...Dream Big!'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/StIpfNDCh-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/FDGGRD1DwhE/s1600-h/Whoa...Dram+Big!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391417319970998242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/StIpfNDCh-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/FDGGRD1DwhE/s400/Whoa...Dram+Big!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I had a lovely lunch last week with my fabulous daughter and a few of her friends. Her life is good and she is very happy. She is thriving at school and enjoys the independence of living on her own. She is challenged in her classes and loves learning in the college environment. Most of all, she loves the freedom to be herself and to express her opinions. Her fellow students come from all over the world. They are democrats, republicans and independents. They are Christians, Jews, Muslims, and Atheists. They are straight and gay. They are a rainbow of colors and backgrounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debate and discussion are encouraged at her university. When students have differing opinions, they are talked about in a civil manner. Ridicule and name calling are not necessary in a place where respect for diversity is the rule of behavior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud that she feels comfortable in that type of environment. It confirms that we raised her to be a loving, accepting and open minded human being. In hindsight, our move to Utah helped to strengthen the core values we taught her. It actually showed her exactly what kind of person she did &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; want to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my closet friends are of different faiths and do not share my political beliefs. So what? We care about each other and  we know that good people come in all shapes and sizes. My children grew up living that basic truth. Thank goodness they won’t ever settle for all the same! For the many young people who are afraid to branch out and accept others who are different, I say “&lt;em&gt;Whoa…Dream Big!&lt;/em&gt;”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-6800260241866833952?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/6800260241866833952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=6800260241866833952' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/6800260241866833952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/6800260241866833952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/10/whoadream-big.html' title='&quot;Whoa...Dream Big!&apos;'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/StIpfNDCh-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/FDGGRD1DwhE/s72-c/Whoa...Dram+Big!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-7339734609071722159</id><published>2009-10-07T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T17:17:07.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"There's No Place Like Home"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/Ss0uTjAkhrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4GkBy3fWx_A/s1600-h/No+Place++Like+Home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390015242382378674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/Ss0uTjAkhrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4GkBy3fWx_A/s400/No+Place++Like+Home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend was the LDS General Conference. For those of you living outside of the Beehive State who are not LDS, you have probably never heard of this event. Twice a year, members of LDS church meet in Salt Lake and discuss various topics relevant to the church. These two Sundays, are the only two Sundays all year that members are not required to attend church. Instead, many families gather together and watch the conference on TV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During General Conference a few years ago, my family went out for dinner at a local Italian restaurant. This restaurant usually gets pretty crowded on a Saturday night. We were enjoying our pasta, when I looked around the dining room and realized the only two men in the restaurant were my husband and son. This seemed a bit strange and we all noted that this must be some sort of “girl’s night out”. Actually, we learned later, that on Saturday evening during Conference weekend there is a “priesthood meeting”. All LDS men and boys over 13 attend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This, of course, is no big deal. It was just another evening where we realized we were different from most of our neighbors. That happens a lot in a place where the vast majority of people worship the same way. It is probably similar to Baptist communities in the South or Jewish communities in New York. There might be great comfort in living amongst people who are just like you. I wouldn’t know as until I moved to Utah, I have always lived in very diverse communities. Although Utah’s quality of life and beauty make it a nice place to live, I long to return to a place where I dine with all types of people. Everyone gets to decide for themselves which kind of place they want to inhabit. What should be true for all of us is that... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“There is No Place Like Home!”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-7339734609071722159?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zJ6VT7ciR1o' title='&quot;There&apos;s No Place Like Home&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/7339734609071722159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=7339734609071722159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/7339734609071722159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/7339734609071722159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/10/theres-no-place-like-home.html' title='&quot;There&apos;s No Place Like Home&quot;'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/Ss0uTjAkhrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4GkBy3fWx_A/s72-c/No+Place++Like+Home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-2692307305950562069</id><published>2009-10-01T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:15:01.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Lighten Up Francis!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SsVYWvNg_BI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KvMBfAsK40c/s1600-h/Lighten+Up+Francis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387809676872186898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SsVYWvNg_BI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KvMBfAsK40c/s400/Lighten+Up+Francis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love people with a sense of humor. Frankly, being able to laugh at all the things life is bound to throw at you is a great skill. We laugh in our house A LOT!!! We laugh at ourselves and those around us. Dave’s family has a tradition of really teasing those they love. It is considered a sign of affection. Dave loves me loads – hence I am the butt of many jokes. Over the years I have had to develop a thick skin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thick skin serves me well. Now, I am not going to lie. I am a sensitive soul who can get her feelings hurt, but within our family I know most of the banter is all in good fun. I guess I have even picked up on this habit, as I do poke fun at things that amuse me, irritate me, or just confuse me. I wish I could do it more often, as when I do, I am a happier person and clearly more fun to be around. Nothing feels better than making someone laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my readers will continue to laugh along with me and put up with my occasional serious side. Next time we feel angry or unpleasant, let’s all just take a moment, breathe, and “Lighten Up Francis!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-2692307305950562069?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LrllCZw8jiM' title='&quot;Lighten Up Francis!&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/2692307305950562069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=2692307305950562069' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/2692307305950562069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/2692307305950562069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/10/lighten-up-francis.html' title='&quot;Lighten Up Francis!&quot;'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SsVYWvNg_BI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KvMBfAsK40c/s72-c/Lighten+Up+Francis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-2218598398362352958</id><published>2009-09-30T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:43:27.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hello Gorgeous"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SsQIwOTTreI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tQk3igj_CyI/s1600-h/Hello+Gorgeous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387440678807776738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 385px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SsQIwOTTreI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tQk3igj_CyI/s400/Hello+Gorgeous.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had a request from a reader to write about the positive aspects of living in Utah. I am happy to do just that. Utah is an unbelievably gorgeous place. The mountains are breathtaking and I never tire of looking at them. They are visible from just about anywhere and we can enjoy them even while sitting outside at our favorite pizza place. The view from my back yard is spectacular and I am thankful every day that I am lucky enough to live surrounded by such beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family also prefers the slower pace of life here. It seemed in Northern California, we never had any down time. Sports were seven days a week. The kids had loads more homework and Dave worked and commuted more hours a day. Family has great value here and as a result, we have more time to spend with each other. I know that the Mormon Church has instilled that value in its followers. I love that and am grateful for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two teenagers and Utah has without a doubt been a safe place to raise them. The issues that face so many teens in our nation are just not as prevalent here in Utah. While I am certain there are teens here that are drinking and doing drugs – my impression is that it is A LOT less. The same goes for teens and sex. I am not so naïve to think that some kids aren’t having sex, but not the majority for sure. Peer pressure is to &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; do these things and that has made it easier for my kids. They don’t struggle with “Just Say No” since they are not asked to participate. Their friends are good kids from nice families!!! What kind of parent wouldn’t like that????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it - despite my frustrations with living in this homogenous state, we have a good quality of life and the natural splendor brings me joy and keeps me sane. From the moment I open my eyes each morning, I see those magnificent mountains and every day I feel like Streisand - “Hello Gorgeous!” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-2218598398362352958?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=doccQWpAfZs' title='&quot;Hello Gorgeous&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/2218598398362352958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=2218598398362352958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/2218598398362352958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/2218598398362352958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-gorgeous.html' title='&quot;Hello Gorgeous&quot;'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SsQIwOTTreI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tQk3igj_CyI/s72-c/Hello+Gorgeous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-2083294379356425855</id><published>2009-09-28T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:24:26.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SsD-28xnN8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/epHy7AjeDq0/s1600-h/mirror-on-the-wall-241x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386585374315722690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SsD-28xnN8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/epHy7AjeDq0/s400/mirror-on-the-wall-241x300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever played the game telephone? Remember, how the first person tells the second person something and the information gets passed around in a circle and usually by the time it gets back to the original person, the information has been totally distorted. My theory is that everyone hears what they want to hear and interprets the exact same thing in a completely different manner. Then, they take their interpretation and actually change the original message. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it doesn’t surprise me that this has been the case with my blog. Occasionally, I read a comment and think – “Did this person read what I wrote?” Apparently, a couple of readers are determined to make me the “bad guy”. I am OK with this as I know my heart and my actions. I look in the mirror every day and am comfortable with the woman looking back at me. I am not perfect, by any means, but I know that I am kind to everyone and do my best to judge each person as an individual. I have taught these values to my children and as a result they are at ease with themselves and with others who are different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lived in Utah for four years and have found the people here are in general, polite, helpful, and pleasant. However, I have also found many of them to be tremendously judgmental of those outside of their circles. I do believe that this is mostly a result of lack of exposure to people of different faiths, cultures and lifestyles. Like it or not, this has been rough on my family. I don’t get why that offends some people, but it does. Truth is - I don’t care. I tell my story, and you can’t change it to fit what makes you comfortable. You get your own story and I get mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - read at your own risk – if this blog upsets you, it is my guess that is because you may see some of yourself in these recollections. Try this – &lt;strong&gt;“Mirror, Mirror on the Wall…..”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking in the mirror can be frightening if you aren’t comfortable with your own reflection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-2083294379356425855?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/2083294379356425855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=2083294379356425855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/2083294379356425855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/2083294379356425855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/09/mirror-mirror-on-wall.html' title='&quot;Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall...&quot;'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SsD-28xnN8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/epHy7AjeDq0/s72-c/mirror-on-the-wall-241x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-1838107791427334665</id><published>2009-09-23T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T05:51:16.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Forget About It"  Donnie Brasco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/Srq5-Jd7SfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Kajo3DseftI/s1600-h/Forgetabout+it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384820781819316722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/Srq5-Jd7SfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Kajo3DseftI/s400/Forgetabout+it.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wise friend once told me that a person who is mean and stupid is not worth a single moment of your time. If a person is just mean, you might have a rational discussion by appealing to his or her intellect. If a person is not the sharpest tool in the shed, but kind – you may appeal to his or her heart. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mean and Stupid&lt;/em&gt; – “Forget about it!!!!” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, I haven’t blogged for about a month now. I have been so content with my life that I didn’t feel the need to vent. Amy started college and David started a new high school. They are both blissfully happy and seem to be (at least for now) out from under the pressure cooker they felt last year. Amy loves that she is no longer in the minority and is surrounded with intelligent, open- minded, and diverse people. David is also in a more accepting and diverse school environment. Who knew that a simple change in location could bring about such a shift in our family’s comfort and happiness? That says a lot about living in Draper, Utah. I knew it was oppressive, but the unbelievable lightness in my children’s attitude and demeanor really reveals how miserable they were before. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am moved to write today because that two by four (Utah Mormon culture) smacked by daughter upside the head. For the umpteenth time, one of her high school friends (if you can really call it a friend) called her a non-practicing Jew. It must make them feel better about their friendship with her to make such an absurd remark. They have the audacity to think because we do not practice our religion in the same manner in which they practice theirs, they can rattle off such a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mean and stupid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; comment. Amy is mortified that she is accused of “just saying she is Jewish because she thinks it is cool.” Seriously, what is wrong with these people?????? Amy and I chatted a long time about this strange place and she feels tremendous relief that she is finally “out of there!” Narrow minds and ignorance no longer hurt her as she now inhabits a place where people can disagree without being disagreeable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after our conversation, I was reminded of the words of my dear friend about those people who are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mean and stupid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Call us crazy – but this family will stick to people who are kind hearted and intelligent. Thank goodness we know what that looks like - it is part of &lt;strong&gt;our&lt;/strong&gt; culture. So for those of you who fit into the other category – &lt;strong&gt;“FORGET ABOUT IT!!!”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-1838107791427334665?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zf0ZyoUn7Vk' title='&quot;Forget About It&quot;  Donnie Brasco'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/1838107791427334665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=1838107791427334665' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/1838107791427334665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/1838107791427334665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/09/forget-about-it-donnie-brasco.html' title='&quot;Forget About It&quot;  Donnie Brasco'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/Srq5-Jd7SfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Kajo3DseftI/s72-c/Forgetabout+it.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-3408882037612515643</id><published>2009-08-18T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:16:49.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You Can't Handle the Truth!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SorMXrLnRnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bdnWd-zUjHo/s1600-h/goodmen.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371330212693231218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SorMXrLnRnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bdnWd-zUjHo/s400/goodmen.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Many people have been curious about why I started blogging. The truth is I was going little crazy (evidenced in my last blog), and needed an outlet. I was determined to find a positive way to express my frustrations and since people often laughed when I told them my zany tales, I thought that just maybe I could write the stories down and try and find humor in all my daily encounters with Utah culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for those of you care, blogging has helped me tremendously. I now see a story almost everywhere and it has been fun and challenging to share those stories with you. I have been pleasantly surprised at how many LDS readers have appreciated how I approach things and have thanked me for giving them an insight into what it feels like to be an outsider. I have also gotten comments from many “PLU’S” who can totally relate to my experiences. I am happy they have found me and look forward to hearing more from them. However, a few readers have not been so enthusiastic. Unfortunately, it seems a few people were offended by my anecdotes. That was certainly never my intention. I just try to be honest about my life and feelings and add a touch of humor to both. I poke fun at myself as much as I do at Utah. I do appreciate &lt;strong&gt;all &lt;/strong&gt;the commentary I am getting – and am pleased it is mostly positive. To those who fail to find any humor or empathy I ask what do you want from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“You want answers?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I want the truth!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You Can’t Handle the Truth!” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-3408882037612515643?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5j2F4VcBmeo' title='&quot;You Can&apos;t Handle the Truth!&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/3408882037612515643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=3408882037612515643' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/3408882037612515643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/3408882037612515643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-cant-handle-truth.html' title='&quot;You Can&apos;t Handle the Truth!&quot;'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SorMXrLnRnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bdnWd-zUjHo/s72-c/goodmen.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-7596732506003466039</id><published>2009-08-10T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:25:59.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SoDLu3QFugI/AAAAAAAAAF8/punYfj4GBbU/s1600-h/Frankly+My+Dear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368514761791486466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SoDLu3QFugI/AAAAAAAAAF8/punYfj4GBbU/s400/Frankly+My+Dear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;About six months ago I met my husband, Dave, for lunch at the Gateway. Afterwards, I decided to do a little shopping. Now, I don’t think I have mentioned how much I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shopping. I was raised on the basic principle that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There isn’t a problem that can’t be solved, if the answer means there is shopping involved!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I am blissfully strolling through the streets… in my element …. thinking there is nothing that could spoil this lovely day. I wander into Brighton and head straight for the jewelry. You cannot imagine the sheer pleasure I get from this display of trinkets. I am trying on an absolutely adorable charm bracelet when this woman in the store decides to &lt;strong&gt;LOUDLY&lt;/strong&gt; share a story about her son leaving on his mission. She literally starts to give a speech about the event. She continues her saga and the two sales people are so entranced they are nearly moved to tears. Since I am the only &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; person in this very small store, they glance over in my direction waiting for me to join in on the love fest. They clearly can not figure out why I am not captivated by this story and they stare at me as if I were some kind of freak. &lt;strong&gt;Really!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Don’t they notice that I am shopping here?&lt;/strong&gt; Does religion have to follow me everywhere? Well, this little episode sends me right over the edge. I drop the bracelet, and run out of the store in tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Silly? You bet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Immature? Yep! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Real? Absolutely!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat on a bench outside of Brighton for about fifteen minutes and sobbed. I felt so sad, alone, and very stupid. Why had I let this loud mouth woman intrude on my delightful shopping excursion? I have nothing against her pride in her son and his mission, but staring at me like I was from Mars was rude and mean. Well…guess what missy? In the words of the handsome and smooth Rhett Butler, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-7596732506003466039?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GZ7z6hpO57c' title='&quot;Frankly my dear, I don&apos;t give a damn!&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/7596732506003466039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=7596732506003466039' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/7596732506003466039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/7596732506003466039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/08/frankly-my-dear-i-dont-give-damn.html' title='&quot;Frankly my dear, I don&apos;t give a damn!&quot;'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SoDLu3QFugI/AAAAAAAAAF8/punYfj4GBbU/s72-c/Frankly+My+Dear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-3955699567183849079</id><published>2009-07-25T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:34:44.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"They're Here"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SmtUP1TjZ-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/4uewqSPr4eg/s1600-h/poltergeist-theyre-here.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362472412298569698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 376px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SmtUP1TjZ-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/4uewqSPr4eg/s400/poltergeist-theyre-here.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I went to Costco. I would consider this biweekly experience to be fairly mundane. The thing is – and I may have mentioned this before – even mundane things can make me feel like an outsider. Costco in Sandy, Utah looks just like any other Costco ON THE OUTSIDE! Inside is a whole different matter. I shop amidst dozens of large blonde families loading their carts with Dinosaur nuggets, and more milk than my family consumes in a couple of months. I stroll by “modest dresses”, yearly food storage paraphernalia and a special display of LDS artwork. Occasionally I am taken aback by a group of polygamists dressed in stereotypical fashion. So, for those of you living elsewhere this probably doesn’t sound mundane. Your head might just be spinning around not knowing which direction to gawk at first. I am fairly used to it by now. However, today I was specifically struck by the book section. I thought I might share a small sampling of what I saw there. For some reason, I found it particularly attention grabbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SmtQYQem3pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cq_Dd-7yt2g/s1600-h/DSCI0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362468158985133714" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SmtQYQem3pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cq_Dd-7yt2g/s320/DSCI0416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I actually think a Jewish family handbook might come in handy occasionally, although I am positive my family would not concur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SmtQYjbHmDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/W__UjwONU_s/s1600-h/DSCI0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362468164070774834" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SmtQYjbHmDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/W__UjwONU_s/s320/DSCI0417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not my cup of tea, but OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SmtZ2zmvMXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ym0QHdj9Na4/s1600-h/DSCI0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362478579415200114" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SmtZ2zmvMXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ym0QHdj9Na4/s320/DSCI0411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From what I understand it should be made easier, so this should please a lot of people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SmtTLFGVvMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/denpN9JPJ-M/s1600-h/DSCI0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362471231127141570" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SmtTLFGVvMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/denpN9JPJ-M/s320/DSCI0413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember in the glossary that Beyond the Veil is the after life. I have some friends that would love this one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SmtZ2sG42hI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VPEJUcLf0wk/s1600-h/DSCI0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362478577402567186" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SmtZ2sG42hI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VPEJUcLf0wk/s320/DSCI0412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My thoughts exactly!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SmtTKTKMaTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3WDOhchLuGY/s1600-h/DSCI0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362471217721534770" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SmtTKTKMaTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3WDOhchLuGY/s320/DSCI0414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kind of like the Junior League Cookbook for Mormons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SmtZ3XZFJtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/x85svH2UpCQ/s1600-h/DSCI0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362478589021595346" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SmtZ3XZFJtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/x85svH2UpCQ/s320/DSCI0415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I admit, I am just teasing about the other books, but seriously this one&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;really ticked&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;me off!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why I noticed this today. I guess it just seems that no matter where I go or what I do as long as I live in Utah there will always be subtle reminders that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“They’re Here!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The truth is, however, the real Poltergeist seems to be me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-3955699567183849079?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X9aENGodu5A' title='&quot;They&apos;re Here&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/3955699567183849079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=3955699567183849079' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/3955699567183849079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/3955699567183849079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/07/theyre-here.html' title='&quot;They&apos;re Here&quot;'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SmtUP1TjZ-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/4uewqSPr4eg/s72-c/poltergeist-theyre-here.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-2069779162392419517</id><published>2009-07-21T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:42:29.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Kiss is Just A Kiss"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SmYqXc4V3hI/AAAAAAAAADg/pFVIFtNBpaE/s1600-h/Casablanca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361018988809018898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SmYqXc4V3hI/AAAAAAAAADg/pFVIFtNBpaE/s400/Casablanca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SmYp6sLr54I/AAAAAAAAADY/z4G9JYfDAa0/s1600-h/Casablanca.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not in Salt Lake City it isn’t!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; For about ten days there has been a serious buzz here in the Beehive State about an innocent kiss on Main Street Plaza. Apparently, two men were walking home from a downtown concert and one put his arm around the other and kissed him on the cheek. An LDS Temple security guard apparently felt that this kiss was “inappropriate behavior” and he asked the men to leave the area. The men got angry and it seems weren’t very nice to the security guard. In the end they were handcuffed and cited for trespassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weekends in a row there have been “&lt;em&gt;kiss ins&lt;/em&gt;” on the plaza in protest of church actions. Can you imagine… dozens of couples – gay and straight – just kissing right out in public? Being from San Francisco I &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; actually imagine it, but here in Utah the church is outraged – the community is outraged, and the Salt Lake Tribune devotes several articles every day to the incident. &lt;strong&gt;Really?????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I begin??? I have so much to say about this event that my head feels like it may EXPLODE! In my humble opinion the LDS church &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; have the right take this action on their property. I, in turn, have the right to think the church is bigoted and unfair. This kiss was deemed inappropriate only because it was a gay couple doing the kissing. I have seen photos (ad nauseum) of couples just married in the temple kissing in the very same spot these men chose to display a bit of harmless affection. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honestly…. the church doesn’t get why people outside of this state think they are nuts?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Here is a situation to ponder. Two young men show up on &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; property and behave in ways I think are &lt;strong&gt;extremely inappropriate(telling me their religion is superior to mine)&lt;/strong&gt; and I ask them nicely to leave. They are upset and they think I am discriminating against them and who they are and they get a bit perturbed. Should I have them handcuffed and arrested for trespassing on my property? Would any of my Mormon friends ever speak to me again? Well, let’s just say I know the answers and so do you. The thing is – it would be within my rights to have them arrested and it would be within the rights of my friends to be angry with me. Missionaries are sacred to them and they don’t deserve to be discriminated against just because I don’t approve of proselytizing. &lt;strong&gt;If &lt;/strong&gt;you are a rational human being, you will realize the same should go for those two men exchanging a kiss on Main Street Plaza. If you don’t approve of this gay couple– fine – but…. having them arrested is gross discrimination. &lt;strong&gt;So listen up – church members – if you want respect you just might want to try giving some!! &lt;/strong&gt;I hold out hope that we can find mutual respect and understanding so that truly “&lt;em&gt;A Kiss is just a Kiss, a sigh is just a sigh, the &lt;strong&gt;fundamental &lt;/strong&gt;things apply….As Time Goes By&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-2069779162392419517?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=3834273' title='&quot;A Kiss is Just A Kiss&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/2069779162392419517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=2069779162392419517' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/2069779162392419517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/2069779162392419517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/07/kiss-is-just-kiss.html' title='&quot;A Kiss is Just A Kiss&quot;'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SmYqXc4V3hI/AAAAAAAAADg/pFVIFtNBpaE/s72-c/Casablanca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-1377706494584966943</id><published>2009-07-16T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:49:19.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Definitely Not Wearing Any Underwear"  Dustin Hoffman in Rain Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SmAAIMgUR3I/AAAAAAAAADI/Hio6CUYqiEg/s1600-h/Garment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359283697366615922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SmAAIMgUR3I/AAAAAAAAADI/Hio6CUYqiEg/s400/Garment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Much controversy exists over secrecy in the Mormon religion. Mormon under garments are particularly mysterious to those of us outside the church. I have often heard these garments referred to as “&lt;em&gt;secret underwear&lt;/em&gt;”. Now personally, I think all underwear should be secret. I don’t really want to know what anyone is wearing under their clothing! OK… some of you do – especially if those in question are Megan Fox or Brad Pitt. But really when thinking about your average Joe walking down the street, I hope not. So, why does anyone care that these unattractive bits of clothing are private? I think the answer lies in the fact that outsiders don’t know anything about how, why, or when a person receives these lovely gems. I have actually done some research and am thrilled to share these little bits of garment knowledge with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is actually a website called: mormon-underwear .com and here is what it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“To millions of Mormons around the world, garments are a special piece of clothing worn as a symbolic gesture of the promises that they have made to God. The garment is always worn under other clothing, next to the skin. For most people who wear it, the garment takes the place of regular underwear. (For this reason, some people refer to the garment as Mormon undergarments or as &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mormon-underwear.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mormon underwear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Most LDS prefer simply using the term "garment" instead.)&lt;br /&gt;The garment is directly related to&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lightplanet.com/mormons/temples/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mormon temples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. It is there that faithful members first receive the garment after individual instruction on what it stands for and how it should be cared for. The garment is worn as part of a special ceremony called the temple endowment. The garment is worn at all times (day and night) by members as a constant reminder of the promises they have made to God in the Temple to be honest and faithful to the commandments of the Lord.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Wow! Now you know as much as I do. If “temple worthy” Mormons wear these garments at all times then that certainly leaves all kinds of questions that I with limited knowledge cannot answer. You will just have to use your imaginations. As for me and my underwear….I choose to keep them a secret but I can tell you this with regards to the eye-catching numbers pictured above – &lt;strong&gt;This California girl is definitely not wearing any underwear!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-1377706494584966943?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/1377706494584966943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=1377706494584966943' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/1377706494584966943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/1377706494584966943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/07/definitely-not-wearing-any-underwear.html' title='&quot;Definitely Not Wearing Any Underwear&quot;  Dustin Hoffman in Rain Man'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SmAAIMgUR3I/AAAAAAAAADI/Hio6CUYqiEg/s72-c/Garment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-6773963651398000424</id><published>2009-07-07T08:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:57:49.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Go Ahead, Make My Day”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SlNxKHPfufI/AAAAAAAAADA/hsB46AvmeZY/s1600-h/dirty-harry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355748800430324210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SlNxKHPfufI/AAAAAAAAADA/hsB46AvmeZY/s400/dirty-harry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember that I wanted this blog to be interactive? I was hoping that all the "PLU'S" would share their stories about life in Utah. I know you are out there and I know you are reading. I run into people every day and hear their stories, so I'm just wondering – why no sharing ? What can I do to encourage you to write? I am not very good at begging, but half the fun is in knowing "People Like Us" are out there and we are not alone in this crazy life. Maybe Dirty Harry had it right. Let's see how his tactics work for encouragement. So….I dare you – "Go Ahead….Make My Day!!!!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-6773963651398000424?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6-Snl4a1RI' title='“Go Ahead, Make My Day”'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/6773963651398000424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=6773963651398000424' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/6773963651398000424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/6773963651398000424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/07/go-ahead-make-my-day.html' title='“Go Ahead, Make My Day”'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SlNxKHPfufI/AAAAAAAAADA/hsB46AvmeZY/s72-c/dirty-harry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-560940956216835795</id><published>2009-06-25T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:32:26.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wacky Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SkPbUjkYUNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xyc7SXB5CUY/s1600-h/WackywedBlog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351361928437977298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SkPbUjkYUNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xyc7SXB5CUY/s400/WackywedBlog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I picked up my friend at Salt Lake airport this Wednesday and it was certainly a uniquely Utah experience. My son and I stood at the bottom of the escalator surrounded by large families waiting for returned missionaries. There were the usual welcome home signs and hordes of people. The unusual part was just how many young men in black suits, conservative ties and Elder badges came down that escalator. &lt;em&gt;Was there a returned missionary convention going on or something? &lt;/em&gt;We watched the same scene play out in front of us over and over again. Observing these homecomings made me hug my son too long and too tightly. &lt;strong&gt;“Mom…what are you doing???”&lt;/strong&gt; he complained while trying to pull away from my embrace. I didn’t quite know – I just knew that I don’t even like it when he spends one night away for a sleepover. I told him this and got the typical teenage boy eyeroll. Later, I found out that missionaries usually come home on Wednesdays so there was no convention – it was just a regular Wednesday afternoon for the locals.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, after at least 20 minutes of heartwarming reunions, I finally started to wonder what happened to my friends. I realized then that I was in the wrong terminal. I had gotten so caught up in the joyful homecomings that I didn’t realize I was in the wrong place. You thought I meant the returned missionaries were wacky didn’t you? Nope…. It’s me who wears that label!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-560940956216835795?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/560940956216835795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=560940956216835795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/560940956216835795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/560940956216835795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/06/wacky-wednesday.html' title='Wacky Wednesday'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SkPbUjkYUNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xyc7SXB5CUY/s72-c/WackywedBlog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-5358856862638101909</id><published>2009-06-16T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:59:42.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My What???????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/Sje_finNjaI/AAAAAAAAACw/ryug6OFwX98/s1600-h/Confused+Face+Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347953631113874850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/Sje_finNjaI/AAAAAAAAACw/ryug6OFwX98/s400/Confused+Face+Blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Have I mentioned I’m a Californian? Just kidding I know you know, but I feel the need to say it again and again since I am still shell shocked by my move to Utah. I was raised in the San Fernando Valley, the home of the “&lt;em&gt;Valley girl&lt;/em&gt;”. You know, the mall loving teenage girls who spout the phrase &lt;strong&gt;“OH MY GOD!!!”&lt;/strong&gt; , hundreds of times a day. Here in Utah, that phrase is swearing – the equivalent to the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“F”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; word really. Whenever my children and I used this expression we seemed to offend someone. Being &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;very considerate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; people we tried hard to remove the phrase from our daily language. But the first time I heard someone exclaim, “Oh my heck!” I must admit I laughed my head off. I know that sounds rude, but &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt;, come on now it &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; funny. I am totally used to it now, but it is a rule in my house never to utter that phrase. If we do, I fear we have transformed into true Utahns and .....&lt;strong&gt;WE ARE CALIFORNIANS!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Did I Mention that?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-5358856862638101909?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/5358856862638101909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=5358856862638101909' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/5358856862638101909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/5358856862638101909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-my-what.html' title='Oh My What???????'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/Sje_finNjaI/AAAAAAAAACw/ryug6OFwX98/s72-c/Confused+Face+Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-508166996462228540</id><published>2009-06-10T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:01:29.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasting Away in Mockaritaville</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/Si_0g9zDweI/AAAAAAAAACo/kdhh4RAk_1w/s1600-h/BlogMockarita.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345760129893777890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/Si_0g9zDweI/AAAAAAAAACo/kdhh4RAk_1w/s320/BlogMockarita.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We’ve established that Utah has archaic liquor laws. These are a result of the incredible influence the church has on every aspect of life in Utah. Mormons do not drink – which is just fabulous for them – but I enjoy an occasional cocktail. Once I ordered a margarita at a Mexican restaurant and the waitress asked “Would you like alcohol in it?” WHAT???? Was she deaf, I ordered a margarita – yes I want alcohol – that is kind of the point! Apparently I was wrong, as I just read an article in the Tribune about a new “urbane and trendy” restaurant in Provo that is “heavy on hip and free of booze.” The menu features “mocktails”. &lt;strong&gt;Are they crazy????&lt;/strong&gt;....... Nope, not in Provo they aren’t! Suffice it to say Dave and I will not be frequenting this establishment – no &lt;em&gt;pina-not-a -colada&lt;/em&gt; ‘s for us. I am not saying that drinking is hip or chic, but come on – order a cocktail or don’t – either option is fine. But… drinking something that looks like a cocktail and pretending to be hip, trendy or urbane it is just plain Silly!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-508166996462228540?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/508166996462228540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=508166996462228540' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/508166996462228540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/508166996462228540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/06/wasting-away-in-mockaritaville.html' title='Wasting Away in Mockaritaville'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/Si_0g9zDweI/AAAAAAAAACo/kdhh4RAk_1w/s72-c/BlogMockarita.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-1140064238171861511</id><published>2009-06-05T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:00:21.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be careful what you ask for!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SilpBjldbrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YjJwq3Sgies/s1600-h/Blog+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343917908304948914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SilpBjldbrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YjJwq3Sgies/s320/Blog+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy graduated yesterday and she looked beautiful! Everything went perfectly and we were all so proud. We did have a few laughs beforehand over the possibilities of what to wear under the cap and gown. The humor was provided by the school’s written instructions sent home for guidance on the issue of dress. Here’s the exact wordage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dress Code: &lt;strong&gt;Sunday Best &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Males: conservative slacks, white shirt, tie, dress shoes and socks&lt;br /&gt;Females: modest, conservative dress w/ dress shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday Best?... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I do know what they mean, but if we took that literally here is what would happen. Last Sunday Amy sunbathed most of the day in our backyard in her “best” bikini. I thought it was modest, but I have an inkling that’s not what the school had in mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the winter, it is PJ’s all day at our house. We consider them “modest” too, but again probably not what the school envisioned. What would happen if Amy showed up in her “best” bikini or pajamas? That’s a rhetorical question – we all know what would happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Public schools shouldn’t assume that everyone does the same thing on Sunday. You know what they say about people who assume. They should be careful what they ask for – sometime they just might get it!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy was dressed appropriately at her graduation, but it definitely wasn’t in anything she has ever worn on a Sunday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-1140064238171861511?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/1140064238171861511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=1140064238171861511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/1140064238171861511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/1140064238171861511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/06/be-careful-what-you-ask-for.html' title='Be careful what you ask for!'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SilpBjldbrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YjJwq3Sgies/s72-c/Blog+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-264796514160023425</id><published>2009-06-03T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:01:31.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I',m mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore!"   Network</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SiaWCDpcLnI/AAAAAAAAABI/McYdoJE9Y6M/s1600-h/Network+Blog+Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343122970004696690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SiaWCDpcLnI/AAAAAAAAABI/McYdoJE9Y6M/s400/Network+Blog+Photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My son had to miss one of his last soccer games this season. He had a conflict with a band concert at school. In our home, school &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; comes before sports. So… no problem – right? WRONG!!!! The trouble is the school changed the date because students complained about a conflict with a “temple event”. That’s correct – you heard me. This &lt;strong&gt;public &lt;/strong&gt;school changed an event for an LDS &lt;strong&gt;religious&lt;/strong&gt; function. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is more and this part really burns me. A few months earlier, my son was elected president of the National Junior Honors Society. We were, of course, very proud. Unfortunately, David was unable to attend the induction ceremonies because the event was scheduled for the first night of Yom Kippur – the holiest day of the Jewish year. When I called the school, they would not even consider changing it and so I let my 14 year old decide what to do that evening. For the record, we are not particularly religious and don’t attend services often. However, my fabulous boy who literally hates going to the synagogue said to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Mom… I am not going to the induction ceremony because it is just &lt;strong&gt;wrong&lt;/strong&gt; that they don’t care about anyone other than the Mormons.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite a decision for him to make don’t you think? Anyway, this week when they did change the band concert and he had to miss his soccer game, something important to him, my son’s feelings were confirmed. He doesn’t matter at his school. The principal was very nice when I called him and even admitted the school was wrong, but what is done is done and I seriously doubt any changes will be made in the future. It is pathetic that all students are not valued - no matter where they worship. That is just life in Utah and somedays I feel mad as hell and I don’t think I can take it anymore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-264796514160023425?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rGIY5Vyj4YM' title='&quot;I&apos;,m mad as hell and I&apos;m not going to take it anymore!&quot;   Network'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/264796514160023425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=264796514160023425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/264796514160023425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/264796514160023425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-mad-as-hell-and-im-not-going-to-take.html' title='&quot;I&apos;,m mad as hell and I&apos;m not going to take it anymore!&quot;   Network'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/SiaWCDpcLnI/AAAAAAAAABI/McYdoJE9Y6M/s72-c/Network+Blog+Photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-3726317809605682438</id><published>2009-05-26T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T12:39:55.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More For Less</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDMzNjU2OTExMjAmcHQ9MTI*MzM2NTc*MjA2MyZwPTQ2OTMxJmQ9Z3JhcGhpY3NodW5*LmNvbSZnPTEmdD*mbz1mYjEwOTA5ZGExMGM*MWFhOGIwNzBjYWRlYmU3MDQ1MA==.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a title="Cosmopolitan" href="http://www.graphicshunt.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="glitters" src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/glitters/c/cosmopolitan-9038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;When Dave and I went out to dinner in Salt Lake City for the first time, I ordered a cosmopolitan. Our adorable young waiter put a &lt;strong&gt;“Polly-Pockets”&lt;/strong&gt; sized glass in front of me and I just stared at it. Then, I thought, OK, this must be a Utah thing. They let you sample the drink first to make sure you like it. You know, like when you order a bottle of wine. I tasted it, and told the waiter it was fine and he could bring my drink now. He looked straight at me, laughed, and said, “You’re not from Utah are you?” He proceeded to give us a lesson on all of the byzantine Utah liquor laws. I am occasionally cranky about the high cost of my favorite vinos at the state owned liquor store. So my annoyingly wise husband, points out that it is better to live in a state where you pay a little more for your wine and a lot less for your house. Hmm……..the jury is still out on that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-3726317809605682438?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/3726317809605682438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=3726317809605682438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/3726317809605682438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/3726317809605682438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-for-less.html' title='More For Less'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-2876338935191140110</id><published>2009-05-23T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:03:35.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return To Sender</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShgJIxW3M5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/Lid0thLk97E/s1600-h/DSCI0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339027404540556178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShgJIxW3M5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/Lid0thLk97E/s400/DSCI0193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My son received this postcard in the mail today. If you need reading glasses like I do, it says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Present your mission call with this postcard, and get a free tie and $50 off your first order."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering, did any of you outside of the beehive state get this in your mailbox? Really, I'm not complaining - simply pointing out that there is never a day that I am not reminded where I live and whom I live with. For those of you who didn't get this in your mailbox, I feel the need to fill you in on everything I learned about the "&lt;em&gt;missionary mall&lt;/em&gt;"(I will add that term to my glossary).&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Did you know we helped over 16,000 missionaries last year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That is over half of all missionaries that went out!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Nope didn't know that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Missionaries have discovered that it's not just the hundreds of dollars we save them when they shop with us before their missions -- it's also the hundreds of dollars they never have to spend replacing their gear in the mission field thanks to our exclusive two year wearproof guarantee."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Gear?)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"If anything wears out on your mission, just send us a picture and we replace the item free of charge."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Get mission tested gear from our super friendly staff of recently returned missionaries."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Of course they are super friendly!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Future sister missionaries are welcome to use this discount at our sister's store next to the Elder's store."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Definitely don't want sisters and Elders shopping in the same place - who knows what could happen? Also why is Elder capitalized and not sister?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;To clarify, David does not need a new tie so he will &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; be going on a mission for the mormon church! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;no such person...no such zo&lt;/em&gt;ne"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-2876338935191140110?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z54-QHEZN6E' title='Return To Sender'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/2876338935191140110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=2876338935191140110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/2876338935191140110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/2876338935191140110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/05/return-to-sender.html' title='Return To Sender'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShgJIxW3M5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/Lid0thLk97E/s72-c/DSCI0193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-8367202735081127968</id><published>2009-05-19T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T15:24:01.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's That Knocking At My Door?</title><content type='html'>Two missionaries knocked on my door today.  This event, which occurs all too often, has become difficult for me.  When I first moved here, and I saw the young men in white shirts and ties standing on my doorstep, I didn’t think twice about shooing them off my porch &lt;strong&gt;as quickly as possible&lt;/strong&gt;.  I mean, how dare they, I know where to find their church if I feel the need - for god’s sake they are on &lt;strong&gt;every&lt;/strong&gt; frigging corner.   My feeling about the reasons behind their visit is still there, but my feeling towards these young men has changed.  You see, my daughter Amy is a senior in high school and so many of her good friends are about to embark on their missionary journey.   I cannot separate their faces from the faces of the strangers who continue to knock on my door.   These poor kids have been sent to a state where they are either preaching to the choir or extremely resented.   And so, I kindly explain to them why I am not interested.  I engage them in conversation about where they are from and share my feelings about living in Utah.  They always thank me for being nice to them and go on their way to more doors slamming in their faces.  I feel a bit sad as they leave and I again see the faces of all the young men I know and have come to care about over the years.   Don’t get me wrong, I &lt;strong&gt;despise&lt;/strong&gt; proselytizing and I tell them so.  So should you if you feel the same.  But… &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt; be kind they are just young men, far from home, and maybe one of Amy’s friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-8367202735081127968?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/8367202735081127968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=8367202735081127968' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/8367202735081127968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/8367202735081127968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/05/whos-that-knocking-at-my-door.html' title='Who&apos;s That Knocking At My Door?'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-822036836830970656</id><published>2009-05-15T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T14:21:57.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" What we've got here is a failure to communicate."  Cool Hand Luke</title><content type='html'>So, we have established that I had difficulty communicating with people in my new home. I also found myself getting lost A LOT! This problem seems silly now that I understand the grid system in Salt Lake City, but I was completely baffled at first. You see, all things in Salt Lake lead to the LDS temple downtown. I guess you could say the temple is "&lt;em&gt;ground zero&lt;/em&gt;". Every address is representative of the coordinates north/south and east/west of the temple. An address at 900 East and 10600 South would be 9 blocks east and 106 blocks south of the temple. Here is the problem – the last two zeros are irrelevant, and everyone rattled off these numbers as if I understood. “Turn left at 13th east.” Well, I was at 1300 east and &lt;strong&gt;panic &lt;/strong&gt;set in. I spent a ridiculous amount of time trying to find streets that didn’t exist. Once I had finally bridged the communication gap, I found the grid system easy to navigate. The fact that every address relates to that building at “&lt;em&gt;ground zero&lt;/em&gt;” is a rant I will leave for another day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-822036836830970656?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SnO9Jyz82Ps' title='&quot; What we&apos;ve got here is a failure to communicate.&quot;  Cool Hand Luke'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/822036836830970656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=822036836830970656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/822036836830970656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/822036836830970656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-weve-got-here-is-failure-to.html' title='&quot; What we&apos;ve got here is a failure to communicate.&quot;  Cool Hand Luke'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-2153908735661958266</id><published>2009-05-11T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:58:46.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Utah Speak" Part 4 –Will Learn If You Live Here Long Enough</title><content type='html'>Baptism for Dead – a Mormon practice of baptism for deceased performed in the temple &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(apparently Barack Obama's mother was baptised last year in a temple in Provo - for the record, I object!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Beyond the Veil – expression for the spirit world or life after death &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(this explains a lot about that controversial scene in &lt;em&gt;Big Love&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Celestial Kingdom – Mormons believe this is the highest of three degrees of heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctrine and Covenants - A volume of Latter-day Saint scripture containing selected revelations given to Joseph Smith and his successors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endowments – instruction and covenants performed in the Mormon Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast Sunday – On this Sunday, Church members fast and donate the equivalent cost of meals to the Church to assist the poor and needy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Teaching - A Church program in which priesthood holders regularly visit assigned homes of members&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outer Darkness - Mormons believe this is a region totally removed from glory of God, to which Satan and his followers will be consigned &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(Hell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quorum of Twelve - The body of twelve men who, under the direction of the First Presidency, constitute the second-highest presiding quorum of the Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scriptures – Mormon scriptures consist of the Book of Mormon, The Doctrine and Covenants, The Pearl of Great Price, and the King James Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sealing – a temple ordinance joining husband and wife or children and parents for eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testimony – members regularly bear witness that the Mormon Church is the “one and only true Church”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting Teaching - A Church program in which members of the Relief Society are assigned to visit regularly other sisters to give brief instruction and support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of Wisdom – Mormon Church’s teachings requiring abstinence from tobacco, alcohol and hot drinks&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; (why is hot cocoa OK?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-2153908735661958266?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/2153908735661958266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=2153908735661958266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/2153908735661958266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/2153908735661958266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/05/utah-speak-part-4-will-learn-if-you.html' title='&quot;Utah Speak&quot; Part 4 –Will Learn If You Live Here Long Enough'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-511233104254476016</id><published>2009-05-09T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T17:11:02.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Utah Speak" Part 3 - Should Know If You Have Children</title><content type='html'>Today’s terms are important for those raising children in Utah. My kid’s friends are very busy with church activities. Although Amy and David are never purposely excluded from any of these events, most of their friends attend them so they often feel like outsiders even amongst their peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CTR – Choose the Right &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(often seen on rings and other jewelry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Family Home Evening - families gather, usually on Monday evening, for family-centered spiritual training and social activities. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(My family watches “24” together, does that count?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mutual – The Church's auxiliary organization for youth ages twelve through eighteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary - The auxiliary organization in the Church for children from ages eighteen months through eleven years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seminary – Weekday religious instruction for secondary school students &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(In Utah public schools build time for this into the regular school schedule - a pet peeve of mine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Stake Dance – church sponsored dances for middle school kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunbeam - three year old primary level &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(thanks Rachel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Men’s/ Young Women’s - The instruction and activity program in the Church for young men or women ages twelve to eighteen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-511233104254476016?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/511233104254476016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=511233104254476016' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/511233104254476016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/511233104254476016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/05/utah-speak-part-3-should-know-if-you.html' title='&quot;Utah Speak&quot; Part 3 - Should Know If You Have Children'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-7630416024302875440</id><published>2009-05-06T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:01:56.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Utah Speak" Part 2 - Will Learn Quickly</title><content type='html'>So now that you know the basics, here is a list of words you come to know quickly when you live here in Utah. My definitions come from friends and websites and of course I added my own commentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel Moroni – Book of Mormon prophet who gave Joseph Smith the gold plates from which he translated the Book of Mormon. His statue tops many Mormon temples &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(no comment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Brother – used to address male church members &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(makes me think of Desmond from &lt;em&gt;Lost&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling – invitation to accept an office or assignment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deseret –Book of Mormon word meaning “honey bee” often used by LDS institutions and businesses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLDS – Fundamental LDS &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(Polygamists like the ones in Texas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;General Conference – General assemblies of Church members in Salt Lake City, regularly convened every April and October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentile – non-Mormon &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(Huh, since when is a nice Jewish girl a gentile?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Heavenly Father – term for God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inactive – member of Church who no longer attends services&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(my “inactive friend hates this word – she claims to exercise regularly) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jack Mormon – member of Church who attends services, but doesn’t follow all the rules &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(Has a beer on the weekend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Molly – really devout Mormon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pioneer Day - a July 24, celebration of the anniversary of the arrival of the Latter-day Saints in Salt Lake Valley in 1847. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(Even most banks are closed in Utah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Polygamy - The practice of having more than one wife &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(like in Big Love, one of my favorite TV shows)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Priesthood – power of God given only to men; boys can receive priesthood at 12 years of age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relief Society – Adult women’s auxiliary organization&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacrament – water and bread distributed at ward meeting that symbolize the body and blood of Christ &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(no wine? Wasn’t one of Jesus’ first miracles changing water to wine?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sister – female church members use this to address one another; also a female missionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temple Recommend – certificate of worthiness to enter the temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tithe – 10% of all gross income donated to the church required to be considered in good standing&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(no tithe, no temple recommend!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Years Supply – church leaders encourage members to store a supply of food to sustain life for one year in preparation for an emergency.&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; (Homes in Utah have loads of storage space to accommodate for this practice) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zion – Utah &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(What????? I thought Israel was Zion, crazy me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-7630416024302875440?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/7630416024302875440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=7630416024302875440' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/7630416024302875440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/7630416024302875440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/05/utat-speak-part-2-will-learn-quickly.html' title='&quot;Utah Speak&quot; Part 2 - Will Learn Quickly'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-7383028094777153642</id><published>2009-05-04T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:48:49.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Utah Speak" Part One - The Must Knows</title><content type='html'>Life in Utah is easier if one can avoid that “village idiot” feeling of which I am so familiar.   So, I created a “Utah Speak” Glossary.   I am blown away by how many terms I now know that I had NEVER heard before our move.  There is a lot to take in, so I offer it to you in parts.  Today’s Bit … The Must Knows – if you don’t know these you are lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LDS – Latter Day Saints &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(Mormons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ward – Members of a local church in a geographical area &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(you don’t get to pick where you go to church)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Stake – Group of Wards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishop – the religious leader of a ward &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(your neighbor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missionary – single young men and women in their late teens and early twenties assigned to a church mission usually far away from home &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(not a sexual position)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder – title for male missionaries &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(not an old man)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temple – sacred LDS buildings where ceremonies are performed for the living and the dead.  The temple is off limits to non-Mormons and Mormons without a temple recommend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temple Square – 10 acre city block in Salt Lake City where the Salt Lake Temple and Tabernacle are located&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book of Mormon – part of the Mormon scriptures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Smith – founder of the LDS faith and first prophet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brigham Young – the LDS leader who led the movement to Salt Lake City &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(Mormon Moses)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prophet - refers to Joseph Smith or the President of the Mormon Church (Thomas Monson is current prophet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deseret –Book of Mormon word meaning “honey bee” (many LDS owned business’ use this term)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DI – Deseret Industries which is like the Goodwill &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(Funny story – see post on 4/30/09)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garments – sacred ceremonial undergarments associated with temple covenants (&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;often referred to as secret underwear)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The U – University of Utah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Y – BYU (Brigham Young University)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-7383028094777153642?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/7383028094777153642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=7383028094777153642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/7383028094777153642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/7383028094777153642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/05/utah-speak-part-one-must-knows.html' title='&quot;Utah Speak&quot; Part One - The Must Knows'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-2123033613876524177</id><published>2009-04-30T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:05:45.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dressing Under the Influence</title><content type='html'>My son, David, signed up for band class in seventh grade. When it came time for the first concert, his band teacher told the students the appropriate attire for this concert was “&lt;em&gt;church clothes&lt;/em&gt;”. My son, who has never been shy, lets her know in no uncertain terms that his family does not attend church and that he is not in possession of any “&lt;em&gt;church clothes&lt;/em&gt;”. The teacher’s response to this dilemma was to suggest that he go to the “&lt;em&gt;DI&lt;/em&gt;” to purchase the proper outfit. My little Californian wondered &lt;strong&gt;ALOUD&lt;/strong&gt; to his teacher, “&lt;em&gt;What does drunk driving have to do with clothes for a band concert&lt;/em&gt;?” When I picked him up from school that day he told me he had a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crazy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;band teacher and repeated the story. I didn't know what the “&lt;em&gt;DI&lt;/em&gt;” was either, but I was fairly certain that his teacher wasn’t referring to anything alcohol related. I asked around and found out the “&lt;em&gt;DI&lt;/em&gt;” was like goodwill. There I was feeling stupid again. I don’t think David’s teacher has ever recovered from the incident, and three years later although he remains in band, I am certain he isn’t one of her favorites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-2123033613876524177?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/2123033613876524177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=2123033613876524177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/2123033613876524177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/2123033613876524177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/04/dressing-under-influence.html' title='Dressing Under the Influence'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-2098898990700460510</id><published>2009-04-29T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:08:54.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"And That's All I Have To Say About That."  Forrest Gump</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/Sp_qBoIdVxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/qdi79c4Ty1o/s1600-h/forrest-gump-p111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377273793777325842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/Sp_qBoIdVxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/qdi79c4Ty1o/s400/forrest-gump-p111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when I take my ninth grade daughter to get registered for school we meet with the school counselor. He was a lovely man who was happy to help us get acquainted with her new school. While figuring out her schedule, he lists a class called “&lt;em&gt;seminary&lt;/em&gt;”. “What is that?” we ask. He looked at us a bit confused, but kindly explained that this is religious instruction. WHAT…? AREN’T WE IN A PUBLIC SCHOOL?I didn’t say that aloud, but I was totally baffled. We weren't interested in this course and asked what else was available. Unfortunately, the answer was not much. It seemed almost everyone was taking this seminary course. Well, I have to admit, this &lt;em&gt;REALLY &lt;/em&gt;bugs me. I mean, anyone who pulls up my child’s schedule (counselors, teachers, administrators etc.) will know immediately she is not LDS. Our religious affiliation is none of the school’s business! I have nothing against religious instruction, but I just can’t believe that it is factored into the public school day. This small incident made my daughter feel like an outsider from the very first day she set foot in her new school and that made me sad and mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that’s all I have to say about that….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-2098898990700460510?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJ_yQ02xwsM' title='&quot;And That&apos;s All I Have To Say About That.&quot;  Forrest Gump'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/2098898990700460510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=2098898990700460510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/2098898990700460510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/2098898990700460510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-thats-all-i-have-tto-say-about-that.html' title='&quot;And That&apos;s All I Have To Say About That.&quot;  Forrest Gump'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/Sp_qBoIdVxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/qdi79c4Ty1o/s72-c/forrest-gump-p111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-7718147998195007791</id><published>2009-04-27T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:24:50.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm starting to feel like the village idiot</title><content type='html'>If the last post confused you, it may be because you are as unaware as I was that the term “&lt;em&gt;elder&lt;/em&gt;” means a returned male missionary usually around 21 years old. Speaking of &lt;em&gt;missionary&lt;/em&gt;, I didn’t know that word either. Three weeks after our move, I was shopping in TJMaxx for a gift. I was checking out the men’s cashmere sweaters, when a woman I had never met asked me if I thought the sweater would be an appropriate gift for a &lt;em&gt;missionary&lt;/em&gt;. I got a little nervous; I mean... how would I know? Don’t missionaries go to Africa and isn’t cashmere a bit warm for a tropical climate? Turns out she meant a Mormon &lt;em&gt;missionary&lt;/em&gt; who can be sent anywhere in the world on a mission. When my husband got home that evening I recollected the incident and emphasized how stupid and uncomfortable it made me feel. He said I shouldn’t feel embarrassed at all, I just should have told her when she asked about a &lt;em&gt;missionary&lt;/em&gt; that I didn’t care to comment on other people’s sex lives. My husband is very funny!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-7718147998195007791?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/7718147998195007791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=7718147998195007791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/7718147998195007791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/7718147998195007791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-starting-to-feel-like-village-idiot.html' title='I&apos;m starting to feel like the village idiot'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3686007827965025360.post-2919524504522482373</id><published>2009-04-25T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:11:22.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toto, we are not in Kansas Anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/Sp_qlRM_6NI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nxHPyOGHtOQ/s1600-h/wozdorothy-thumb-333x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377274406097643730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/Sp_qlRM_6NI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nxHPyOGHtOQ/s400/wozdorothy-thumb-333x450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My family arrived at SLC airport feeling excited, scared and worn out from emotional goodbyes. As we took in our new surroundings, my eleven year old son turned to me with a confused stare and simply stated, “MOM – There are only white people here.” He has always been an observant little fellow. We noted his comment and moved on. Heading down the escalator towards baggage claim we were bombarded by a large (I mean LARGE) blonde haired family waiting to welcome home their grandpa. They were holding an extremely long banner that read “Welcome Home &lt;em&gt;Elder &lt;/em&gt;Jones”. Of course we were drawn to this homecoming as the whole family was brimming over with excitement. Down the escalator strides a handsome &lt;strong&gt;YOUNG&lt;/strong&gt; man and the whole family starts screaming and crying and embracing him. It was heartwarming, but we wondered… where was grandpa? Oh well- weird- we spotted our luggage and started our new life in Utah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3686007827965025360-2919524504522482373?l=plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/feeds/2919524504522482373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3686007827965025360&amp;postID=2919524504522482373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/2919524504522482373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3686007827965025360/posts/default/2919524504522482373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plu-peoplelikeus.blogspot.com/2009/04/toto-we-are-not-in-kansas-anymore.html' title='Toto, we are not in Kansas Anymore'/><author><name>jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11292798635325297155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/ShguahKsHBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wa9Hko0C_-4/S220/Blog+Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpJsaDXvMyI/Sp_qlRM_6NI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nxHPyOGHtOQ/s72-c/wozdorothy-thumb-333x450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
