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Saturday, January 21, 2017

"Stop, Drop and Goal": a letter to Lek.

My dear Elder,

You seem one for great subject lines...how about this one!

At first it was going to be something about "Drop" and "Goals" (since that is two of the things you talked about in your email) and then...like inspiration...with angels singing...and lights swirling all around me...it came. The subject line of awesomeness.  J/K.  I am in kind of a silly mood right now :)  (I just re-read this letter.  Remember Grammar Boot Camp and those examples about how not to write?  Well, I think I need to take the class again.  This letter is full of random thoughts interjected...at random :D.  Good luck!)

LOVE YA!

I think it is because I actually got almost 8 hours and woke up on my own.  Weird. And no one else is around.  My introvert side is having a party.  So I thought I would have you join :D!

Okay, that is just super cool how your investigator that lied up until his baptism date "happened" to confess when the member was there so the member could communicate more directly to him in Hungarian!!!! (although I believe if it was just you and your comp there, the Spirit would have made it happen; see note*)  It is doubly cool because the member could see how his presence was beneficial and instrumental in God's work so he wants to come out more!!!! You rock, Mr. Missionary :D.  Yes, very crazy week for you!   

It is a very real fear to invite people along to do things. I feel that way whenever I set up a group or go visiting teaching with new companions or have new people to visit.  I am glad that you are feelings support and love there in Pápa!  (And still feeling a twinge of jealousy about your keyboard that has the Hungarian strokes as I cut and paste "Pápa" over from your email so it has the accents :P.)  

So what does the keyboard look like?  Wait. I'll google it. (Not bad for an old lady, eh?)  Hey.  That is pretty cool.  So do you just type like "Alt" or control, push the number with the right accent...before or after?  A little jealous.  Actually just super happy that you are over there in the coolest mission in the world (sorry, Avot :D!).  J/K  I don't believe one mission is cooler than another just like I don't believe one person is.  However, I do have a soft and tender spot in my heart for those grumpy and stand-offish Hungarian people with hearts like gold inside if they ever let you in :).  You just need a bunch of cute little kids to tract with you, right?  That is what one elder said.  "If I could take Binks tracting with me, I bet we could get into every house!"

So, couple things that you might like to hear about.  Poor Binks got his first series of immunizations :(.  Super sad.  We also found out their levels of lead in their blood (Spooner's and Binks') are elevated.  It may be the water we are drinking.  Kind of scary.  You can't really get rid of it unless you do intense treatment.  The only thing we can do to try and help is over-load them with Iron and Calcium which will compete with Lead for the same site in your body.  There are some possible behavioral indicators associated with high lead levels that we can see in Spooner--whose is the highest by far of the two--but we are hopeful.  Fortunately, they are not in the extremely dangerous level, but it will be important to keep it monitored to make sure it is not going up.  Do you know what that means?  Intravenous blood tests.  Yep.  Suckin' the blood out of their poor little veins.  Little Binks has a huge bruise from yesterday.  Super sad.  I feel peaceful that we will know the way to help.  We all must experience trials for many reasons.  This one is totally do-able. We will pray and hope and do our part.  Maybe I will have Daddy give them a blessing.  

Maybe it is time to move to the farm.

So, the house is feeling super homey. I wish you could have experienced it before you left.  It feels like somewhere you want to sit and laugh and read and play and sing and love.  True, we are not finished, but there is something that happened.  Maybe it was me accepting the timeline of our lives and being content in God's will and my capacity.  Maybe it was me accepting the leadership of Dad and following his timeline.  Maybe it was putting up the bookshelves and no longer having any boxes we were living out of :D.  Maybe it was me finally going up into the attic.  Did you know that until about November of last year I had never been up in the attic?  Crazy, eh?   Then we had to put presents up there so I had to make sure that there was room :).  Hmmm...maybe I went up before then, but I know it couldn't have been much before it. Silly me :).

The Goob is benching his own weight now.  He is pretty stoked about that.  Chugger-dude is actually getting up every morning and running!  He used to just walk slowly.  I remember how I tortured you (and particularly Avot) with always pointing out how you could do this or that to help you speed up or make yourselves faster.  The Spirit has shown me that that is not the way :D. (Sorry, my beloved guinea pig.)  I find that if I just walk beside and do what I feel I need to do for myself, support and love the other...the Spirit and their natural desire to improve does more than I can ever do.

Actually, that lesson has been more deeply applied to me in many ways beyond exercising: missionary work, fellowshipping, visiting teaching, parenting.  I have not deeply believed in an individual's ability to be moved by the Spirit and by an individuals drive towards godhood. I believe we all sense the spark of potential within us...we just don't know how to act on it.

And having someone push or direct forcefully just gets in the way of their listening within.

Super funny about your companion's goal!  I like him.  It sounds like the two of you are the breath of fresh air that Pápa needs!  (And Heavenly Father apparently knows what you two need as all your "hot girls" are actually...well, as you said, scary.)  That reminds me of something an elder said last night.  He said, "People here in western New York seem to really get into routines and we are here to shake things up!"  Our missionaries really are. Our missionaries are super cool.  And I think Hungary is very similar to western New York. We talked a bit with the missionaries about how when things are hard or seem out of our control, we can take great comfort in routines.  It can be hard to get out of them.  But you missionaries are truly a breath of fresh air!

Speaking of missionaries, yesterday we had dinner with the missionaries scheduled and then last minute we found out about the baptism of a gentleman who has three adorable kids. (Super cool!)  Anyway, I asked the missionaries (and the recent convert, Daniel Zimmerman, who was coming to eat also) if we could move dinner earlier and then head to the baptism, all in our big white van.  I really feel the Lord gave us the van to do his work and fill it in bringing people to Christ...and it is working!  They all agreed (Daniel is super low-key and rolls with anything...and eats anything...sweet guy).  So we had an amazing dinner (see next note**), I grabbed the melt-y brownies (same recipe with white chocolate chips and butter for part of the oil...amazing) and then we were off!  In our big white van, driving to support our most recent brother!

The font wasn't full enough, so they had to baptize him three time to get it right but it was so cool!  You could feel the confirmation that the third time was right.  During the baptism talks, I was able to help take care of Dante's kids (isn't that the coolest name ever??) so he could listen and they were super sweet.  He has a cool experience with gaining a testimony of the Book of Mormon (see other note***) and the baptism felt so joyous. We have another one tomorrow for twin kids that recently moved into our ward. Their family has two sets of twins!!  We have had two families move into our ward in the last month, good strong families with abiding testimonies of the Gospel. One even moved here "because they felt prompted to." Isn't that super cool?  I mean, who does that :D?  It was a great evening.

I fell asleep last night putting the monster...oops! I mean Binks.... to sleep the only way that doesn't take hours: in bed snuggling with me.  Super spoiled cute little fat guy.  He is getting bigger but that doesn't keep him from taking advantage of us with all his cuteness in being the youngest :).

Sorry this is super long.  I guess you will read it if  you have time or as much as you need as led by the Spirit. It was nice to feel like you were on the other side of the screen, me imagining you hunching over and reading, smiling and maybe laughing a little :).  Love you, son.  Thanks for your example and enduring faith in continuing on when you don't see measurable progress in those around you.  You are truly a hunter as Jeremiah saw, finding those amidst the rocks and the hills. And sometimes they need to be found more than once to finally recognize what it is they are looking for.  Sometimes you are the fifth or the first to extend that invitation...and they need twenty invites!  Keep laughing...especially when you see those eyelashes.  

That reminds me of the Elder who came over when I had hair in the food and then I licked someone else's spoon and completely grossed him out.  Maybe that lady was just having a bad day and happen to use the wrong dish for that left-over.  I think that is crazy that your comp ate it, though!!  Well, Joey Shetka licked the grocery store floors as a toddler and is the healthiest of Heidi's children.  Maybe there is something to it :S?  I am not going to count on it, however  :).

LOVE YOU!  Have a wonderful week.  Let us know if there is anything I can write, do or send to make your life any more awesome than it already is.  Maybe a music cd of mission approved music?
:) Anyuci

p.s. (before all the end notes)  I almost walked away from learning Hungarian the other day. I was crying, I was so frustrated, trying to understand word order and emphasis. So hard! It gave me great sympathy and admiration for your determination to learn it well.  And I kept trying.  I guess it will just take me, well, forever, but I am already recognizing many words more readily, can hear the accents better, and am having a few correct word orders come more naturally. Slowly but steadily, right?  When I go visit, I am sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo excited to be able to communicate more with those dear, dear people in that land of Hungary.  God bless you, son, for consecrating your time and energy and love to serve them.  They don't realize how lucky they are to have you.

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*About the Spirit making communication happen, remember that phone call that Dad had with that lady when we were in Hungary?  How he was trying so hard to listen to her and she was speaking slowly, quickly and non-distinctly?  She was sharing all these problems in her life, very personal questions and issues about God and her life and Dad was praying like crazy to be able to both understand and be able to communicate with her.  When she finally paused after a long, long time of her talking, waiting for Dad to say something, with the Spirit in his heart (and a lot of insecurities about his ability to both understand her Hungarian and communicate back to her in Hungarian)  he began to speak.  After he finished, there was  a pause on the other end. "Oh no!" Dad thought, "I have blown it now."  Her soft reply came: "You have seen into my heart."  Super cool.  The Spirit totally helps transcend barriers.

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**okay, imagine this: first you cut up yams/sweet potatoes into little squares along with chicken...wait.  Here is the recipe:
Chicken and Veggie Quinoa Bowl   400 degrees

For the bowl:

1/2 large sweet potato, peeled and diced

1 head broccoli, cut into florets (or one bag of frozen broccoli)

1 Tbsp extra virgin olive oil, divided (any oil will do and we added a little butter for part of the oil measurement)

Salt and pepper

2 ounces precooked grilled chicken breast, sliced thin (we actually just cut raw chicken in cubes, and cooked it at the same time as the sweet potatoes below)

1/4 cup quinoa, cooked (this is actually SUPER healthy for you and with all the textures in this recipe, you don't notice it.

For the dressing:

2 tablespoons lemon juice

1/2 tablespoon tahini

1/2 garlic clove, minced

1 teaspoon red pepper flakes (or more for garnish)
(I didn't actually have tahini, so I just added onions, garlic and crushed red pepper--you could use spicy paprika--when I added the quinoa and broccoli)

DIRECTIONS:

1. Preheat your oven to 400 degrees F. Place your cubed sweet potatoes on a baking sheet, and toss with 1/2

tablespoon of extra virgin olive oil plus salt and pepper. Roast for 20 minutes.

2. After 20 minutes, add your broccoli florets to the same baking sheet, and toss them in the additional 1/2

tablespoon of extra virgin olive oil.  Season again with salt and pepper and roast for an additional 20 minutes.

^^3. While your vegetables are cooking, whisk together all your dressing ingredients. Set aside.

4. In a serving bowl, add the precooked quinoa and roasted vegetables, then top with your precooked chicken.

 Drizzle with your tangy tahini dressing, sprinkle the extra red pepper flakes (if you wish) and enjoy!!!
^^I just put everything else in here, seasonings and all, and didn't serve it up separate.  Much easier.

So this recipe would be SUPER yummy and healthy for you.  You could make a big batch on p-day and eat it for a few days later that week heated up or even cold. I would recommend 6 times it:
Shopping list:
3 sweet potatoes
3 breast chicken (if you can afford it, less is fine)
1 bag frozen broccoli
onions and garlic if you don't have them)
1 cup quinoa (dried measurement. You will need to cook it. You can make more and freeze it in smaller baggies to use later. I just put on enough that you could see it, but it wasn't the dominant ingredient.)
Oil and seasonings if you don't have them.

I 12 times-ed it and have plenty of leftovers after feeding five adults and then all the kids, to give you an idea.

 Did I say it was yummy??  I added soy sauce, but you could add Worcestershire sauce or anything yummy to the chicken and sweet potatoes. I think you have all the ingredients. although quinoa might be hard to get. You could add a small pasta. It only took 40 minutes start to finish in the cooking time and about 10 minutes of prep (for serving 14 people). And you would have nutritious yummy meals for one week, if you made enough.  Your companions would love you :D. I served it with some Hungarian-ish type bread from Aldi's, which complemented it perfectly.  

I am going to try and be better at sending you recipes, my son!  This one really wasn't too hard and the 40 minutes of cooking didn't require me to be there while it was cooking or prepping.  

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***Dante's cool experience with reading the Book of Mormon. One of the hardest things, the missionaries say, is to get people to read the Book of Mormon.  Dante wouldn't, but then one day picked it up and his answer from it was to not go to Texas (as he planned) and not join the Baptist church there (again, as he had planned) but to stay here with his kids.  He showed the missionaries the verse and it didn't make sense to them why that verse told him that but it was evident that God was talking to him through the scriptures as we know is true: we ask our questions through prayer and God answers us through the scriptures, right? (among other things, but moving on...) 

One day his power and heat was turned off.  He turned to the Book of Mormon and read in it.  10 minutes later he received a call telling him that someone had paid his bills until the end of the month!  Crazy answer, eh?  He was baptized and I know he felt the light and warmth that came with it.  Super cool.

Monday, September 19, 2016

Swimming and Letters

Another fun letter. I had to label it with "language" because, well, you'll see...

Biesinger Elder,

I was reading through my original email to  see what your questions were regarding and I noticed the phrase, "they damn the creek and you can swim in a man-made swimming hole". It must be like swimming in the lake of fire and brimstone, swimming in a damned creek. Either that I or meant "they dam the creek". Who knows?

Lots of people at church ask about how you and Tova are doing, but I can't remember who they all are. Brothers Macomb, Dwyer, D'alba, Clark, Rylander, Georgia, Showalter come to mind but I am sure there are many more.

Viszontirasra.

Apuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuú

On Mon, Sep 12, 2016 at 9:31 AM, Kel Ezekiel Biesinger <kel.biesinger@myldsmail.net> wrote:
Thank you so much for the updates and fun stories! They help so much through the week!! I am truly blessed to have an amazing dad like you who has helped me learn so many principles that will help me through my life!

So BYU's team is looking pretty good this year? That is sad that they lost again... Maybe next year!

Sok szeretettel!!

Biesinger Elder

And yes! Pápa is beautiful and we should come visit when you come at the end of my mission if it works out!

On Mon, Sep 12, 2016 at 2:54 PM, Quinn Biesinger <qjbiesinger@gmail.com> wrote:
Good morning pal. Actually for you I guess it's good evening. Or good afternoon rather. I'm using voice-to-text technology. I'm driving on my way to an appointment in Warsaw. I always have the intention of writing you on Sunday but after getting up at 6 o'clock in the morning and not getting home till about 8 o'clock at night and then having to put the family to bed and talk to Mommy I didn't seem to find time to write. One of these days I'll get it figured out.
You missed an exciting BYU Utah game. I actually missed most of it too because I was working on an appraisal. I followed it online. It came down to the last play like it does many times. BYU came back and scored a touchdown in the last seconds, they were down by one Point and they went for a 2-point conversion and Utah stopped them so BYU lost again. Now we have to wait another year to see if they can do it.
Our flag football team won again but I wasn't there. I was in Andover with the fam. Hyrum and Drew and I went on a hike. We hiked about 6 miles. We found a cool Trail in Stony Brook State Park. In the summertime they damn the creek and you can swim in a man-made swimming hole but it was wasn't open when we were there. While we were hiking a man asked me what do you call cheese you have stolen? Nacho cheese. Hahaha.
I led the discussion at Bishop's youth discussion last night. I talked about agency and accountability. I told my story when I was in an aquarium with a shark. All the kids loved it.
A lot of people ask me about how you're doing. I tell them you're doing great. Also tell them that you ran into a car and rolled onto its Hood. They loved it.
Keep up the good work. We love hearing from you. I see that I just received an email from you. I'm going to read it. These are very short sentences. After each sentence I have to say period. Love, Apuci

Q-dawg's update on our house and vacation down south so far....

(In response to Lek's letter: "The Death of a Friend")
Szia,

That is too bad about your fan. I know that it meant a lot to you. When Mom and the kids were at Moore's farm and I was home alone I had the cooler turned off because I was either in the basement or gone most of the day. The nights were usually rather pleasant, but one night it was hot so I turned a fan on and slept with the fan blowing on me. I told mom, "Don't tell Kel." Your name also came up this past week. I had just finished wiring 6 can lights in the living room then I wired the switch and finally went in to the basement and wired the circuit breaker. As you recall I had you wire all the previous breakers because Ted had shown you how to do it. This is the first one I wired. After I was done I went into the living room and initiated the countdown. The whole family joined in, "10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1...." Then I flipped the switch....nothing happened. I exclaimed in despair, "Where's Kel?" I was so sure I had done everything right. I switched breakers. I switched breaker positions. But nothing made it work. So I grabbed a chair to sit in and went into the living room to mentally go through the entire system to try to figure out why it wasn't working. As I positioned my chair I saw an unfinished outlet box just below the light switch and remembered that I had run the power to go through that outlet box. I quickly twisted the wires together and we had another count down. Everyone, and me in particular, was very pleased to have the lights come on. We now have lights in the 1/2 bath, living room and foyer. We used a medallion on the foyer fixture that looks cool. I will send some pics when we finish painting the walls and putting in the floor. 

That is a great story about your falu blast. I remember being at an appointment on my mission in some distance subdivision at night and missing the last bus so we would end up walking forever to get home. It also reminds me of that night our family went to visit the Mensaros family in Diosd, just outside Erd. Afterward we walked a few miles through the dark and snow until we made it to our bus station. Those kinds of experiences make great stories and great memories. I'm glad your comp survived his crash. With your companionship record with bikes, maybe you two should stick to walking. 

I'm glad you and Elder Szuch (is he of Hungarian ancestry?) had a good experience street contacting. I mentioned that my trainer wasn't the hardest worker. It was always fun to go on splits and experience the excitement of sharing the gospel with energy and love. 

Right now we are at Aaron and Niesha's house. We met them a couple days ago at Gettysburg and had an interesting tour of the battlefields; although it was hard to immerse myself in the sites because many of the areas had small cliffs that the little monkeys were attracted to so I was spending a lot of time watching kids to make sure no one plummeted to their death. Yesterday we went for a very short hike, spending most of the time playing in a creek. Then we went swimming at one of the HOA pools. We had lots of fun and I had a great time during the 15 minute intervals when no kids were allowed in the pool. I would splash around and jump of the diving board as I teased the kids sitting on the side waiting for the 15 minutes to pass. I am such a good dad. 

Today at church I met a member who served his mission in Hungary about 8 years ago. His first city was also Papa, but because it was his first city he couldn't remember any of the member's names. His name is Colby Flint. Maybe some members there know him. He also served in Erd and Szeged and Pecs so we talked about the people we knew in common and how the church has grown in the different areas. 

BYU lost again yesterday. They played UCLA and the final score was 14 to 17. I think Taysom Hill has lost some of his speed and strength since his injury. For the first time in his career he had negative rushing yards when the game was over. The BYU and the Utah games started at almost the same time so we watched them both at the same time on a split screen on Aaron's big TV. There was usually a lot of action going on between the two games. Utah won, but they were playing an easy San Jose State team.   

I think Drew is really missing you. He is trying to get Hyrum to go exercising with him. Sometimes he is successful, but, as you know, Hyrum likes his sleep. I have also taken to teasing Drew more now like I used to tease you. For example, I was making some Brazilian limeade today and Niesha was getting out her blender. She said, "sometimes it leaks out the bottom." I said, "So does Drew." In the past I would have said, "So does Kel", but since you are gone now Drew gets to take the brunt of my mean comments which always get "the look" from Mom. He good naturally takes it, but asked Mom today, "How do you say 'Old Man' in Hungarian?" He is taking up the torch. 

Eli is as cute as ever. Aaron and Niesha have those two big great Danes. Zsaman will see them and start making a funny barking noise which is more like the hooting of an owl. He still enjoys dancing and jiggles when he runs wearing nothing but a diaper. When he was climbing on some large flat and slanted boulders at Gettysburg he lost his balance and fell forward and landed on his naked belly. He made a little monkey noise then got up and started climbing around again. His padding saved him from any injury. 

We pray for you daily. (We also include you and Tova in our count down when we are driving together as a family.) Keep loving the Hungarian people. Share your testimony whenever you can. Lose yourself in service. You are a great young man and the Lord can work miracles through you as you dedicate yourself to His work.

Szeretettel,

Apuuuuuu 

Sunday, September 11, 2016

Letters from the Fam to Lek

You may notice many similarities between this and Avot's letter. I am in too much of a hurry to edit it but love the different flavor :).

It is Sunday morning, and we are all sitting around the table getting ready for cereal.

I am going to type for everyone:

Papaya: I am six.  I miss you.  You are my best brother.  Please pass the milk.  No mom!  That wasn't on the list!  Please pass the milk wasn't on the list!!!  Mommy, don't spell that, please.
  
Hava:  Guess what, Lek?  I split my leg and I got stitches.  Now Dad calls me "Stitches" a lot.  And guess what?  (Liliputian: "You're it.") I got 11 stitches!  And there are 11 kids in our family.  Love you, big brother!

Pipalicious: How is it up there?  We had this fun little lost travel to the temple from the Moores.  We ended up being 20 minutes late. Luckily we got there, yay!  We actually got to go in the black tube again. Do you know about the black tube?  It's pretty big. You could crawl inside it and we would roll it up the hill, go in it, and let it roll down. Ahhhhh! (Mom: Even the missionaries have gotten inside and rolled down, it is that big. It is very long, too and crazy fun!  Not that I would know :).)

I love you so much! XOXOXOXOXOXOX

Chugger-dude: (same as Avot's...thank goodness for "copy" and "paste"!)

Spooner: "Dead mummy, dead mummy, achoo! Three four five, come alive!!"

Liliputian: Binks and I went on a gator ride and then it started downpouring really hard and we were really far away from the house, so we were really soaked when we got back.

The Goob slaughtered us in Monopoly.  I kept landing on Park Place and it had four houses on it. (The Goob: In the end, everything I owned had a hotel. It was a happy game.)  Mom won "Cash Flow" being a mechanic.  I won and I was a nurse.  (Mom: The Goob never got out of the rat race because he was a lawyer and had lots of expenses.) And two children. And he spoils his children.

I got stuck in a car and it had garbage in it and it stunk really really bad and it was five hours until where we were going to and so we had the windows down.  But we got rid of it really soon.  We listened to oldies music all the way down to the temple. Miss you!

Love you!  Bye :).

The Goob: Hi Lek!  I have Imperial Assault. It cost about $80 but it was well worth it.  Ummm, last night was when we first started campaign mode on it.  And Mommy was the Empire. It was really fun even though it was 10 something when we started, but it was really exciting.

Let's see, ummm.  How is your mission?  Is it exciting?  Have you run into any pedestrians yet? How is your health?  Chugger-dude and I have this new evening ritual where we first do pull-ups as many as we can do (I can do 12).  And then we read our scriptures, say our prayers and write in our journals. And then after all that, we do nose-to-ground push-ups and we do them without stopping, without any breaks in between and the last time I did it I barely got 35 and then I just couldn't lift any more.  It was really tough but it is fun.

How is your companion?  What is he like?

Sincerely, your non-narcissist brother: The Goob

Binks: scream, whine, pause, lift leg, whine again. (Translation: I want to nurse.)  Silence. (Translation: I have a big green slug crawling out of my nose and a poopy diaper, but I am sitting on Mommy's lap watching her type to you so I don't care.) Sniff. Sneeze. Cough.  Gross.  Mommy is going to stop typing and sanitize.)

Monday, September 5, 2016

Q-dawg's response to Lek's Letter

Q-dawg's response to Lek's letter.
Smelly,

That is an awesome story about placing your BOMs. Maybe a missionary or member in another area will follow work diligently to place their BOMs and the people to whom they give the BOMs will live in Papa. 

Zero investigators? Time to serve. Remember Ammon. What do you do for your weekly service? The elders in Erd got most of their investigators from their free Angol Ora. 

Wonderful car accident story. So was it his fault for pulling out in front of you? Did you place a BoM with him or set up an appointment? I couldn't see the damage to your bike. Did you spill your milk? At least your malnaszorp didn't break. Probably because it is kulonleges minoseg. 

Sorry about the short email. We are playing football this morning (Labor Day) and have need to get set up. We all miss playing football with you. It was nice to have an easy tackle once in a while. :) Love you!

Carry on,

Appuuuuu

Saturday, August 6, 2016

Letter to Lek #2

To my dear Kelder,

Hello again!  This is the second letter I sent today, so read it after you have read the first :).

Alright...the quote from Pres. Hinckley.  It is speaking to an audience of young single adults, but the wisdom is applicable to you and to me, I believe:

"You are a child of God, His crowning creation. After He had formed the earth, separated the darkness from the light, divided the waters, created the plant and animal kingdoms—after all this He created man and then woman. I repeat, I hope you will never demean or belittle yourselves. Some of you may think you are not attractive, that you have no talents. Stop wandering around in the wasteland of self-pity. The greatest missionary the world has known, the Apostle Paul, is said to have been short, have a large Roman nose, rounded shoulders, and a whining voice, all of which may not sound too attractive to some persons. Abraham Lincoln, America’s greatest hero, was tragically homely. But from his great heart and mind came words such as few other men have spoken.

I hope you will not indulge in put-downs, in pessimism, in self-recrimination. Never make fun at the expense of another. Look for virtue in the lives of all with whom you associate.

When I was much younger there was a popular song which said, “Accentuate the positive.” Attitude has more to do with personality, with attractiveness, with getting along with others than does any other attribute. The scripture states that “as [a man] thinketh in his heart, so is he” (Prov. 23:7)...

I repeat some words from the newspaper column “Dear Abby”:

“The key to being popular with both sexes is: Be kind. Be honest. Be tactful. If you can’t be beautiful (or handsome), be well-groomed, tastefully attired, conscious of your posture, and keep a smile on your face.

“Be clean in body and mind. If you’re not a ‘brain,’ try harder. If you’re not a great athlete, be a good sport. Try to be a standout in something. If you can’t dance or sing, learn to play an instrument.

“Think for yourself, but respect the rules. Be generous with kind words and affectionate gestures, but save the heavy artillery. … You’ll be glad you did” (reprinted in Chicago Tribune, 17 March 1991, 6)...

Marriage (and a companionship!!) requires a high degree of tolerance, and some of us need to cultivate that attribute. I have enjoyed these words of Jenkins Lloyd Jones, which I clipped from the newspaper some years ago. Said he:

“There seems to be a superstition among many thousands of our young [men and women] who hold hands and smooch in the drive-ins that marriage (or a mission) is a cottage surrounded by perpetual hollyhocks to which a perpetually young and handsome husband comes home to a perpetually young and [beautiful] wife (or just "perfection," right?). When the hollyhocks wither and boredom and bills appear the divorce courts are jammed. …

“Anyone who imagines that bliss [in marriage or on a mission] is normal is going to waste a lot of time running around shouting that he has been robbed.

“[The fact is] most putts don’t drop. Most beef is tough. Most children grow up to be just people. Most successful marriages (and missions) require a high degree of mutual toleration. Most jobs are more often dull than otherwise. …

“Life is like an old-time rail journey—delays, sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling bursts of speed.

“The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride” (“Big Rock Candy Mountains,” Deseret News, 12 June 1973, A4).

I LOVE YOU!!!!

Did you get your package????

Isn't it AMAZING?! I thought it was pretty brilliant myself.

If you haven't received it yet, I hope this whets your appetite :). It was scheduled to arrive yesterday, so SOON! If not already :).

Love ya!  Smile.  Take a deep breath.  Unwind those tight brain muscles and laugh.  Hank Smith said that a child laughs 300 times a day and adults only 15.  Let's defy the odds :).

With all my love!
:) Anyuci

Letter to Lek #1

Howdy Kelder!

Just in case you wanted to know, your Key Bank balance is ....  We haven't received your ACT score and your TASC test score was great. I don't know the specifics.  They only really just give you a certificate saying you passed but I will look them up for Monday.

I am going to be hopefully drywalling the rest of the front rooms today with Dad, along with going to a baptism, shopping for next week, and swimming at the Koleszars. All in a days work, right :)?

Speaking of all in a day's work, this morning I woke up and the wheels were turning like mad! I recently heard about how the movie makers were suing VidAngel and I kept feeling prompted to email the producers.  They are just people like you and me, right? They can be swayed and reached.

Well, this morning I did it!  I only got 5 hours of sleep: The Goob kept us up playing Warriors of the Promised Land--remember that game? He bought it and we love it again!! Anyway, I thought I would send you the letter...for kicks :)!

"August 6, 2016  

To the geniuses of Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation: I beg a moment of your time.

Last week, I wept as William Wallace cried out “Freedom!” with his dying breath.
For years, I have wanted to watch the epic film "Braveheart" but just couldn't make myself do it...for the same reason we have a rating system at all. And last week I could, ...thanks to VidAngel.

Socially, we recognize that there are some things that people find offensive which others do not, correct? Hence, our rating system: G, PG, PG-13, R, X, NR.  Is that not the beauty of the freedom that we enjoy in this country?  For people to be free to produce what they want and for people to be free to consume what they want?  But let's take this freedom one step further...

Imagine, being able to produce whatever you would like to —independent of rating restrictions— in the name of artistic genius!

Imagine, reaching a consumer base untapped for decades due to moral sensitivities!

Imagine, touching the lives of millions more people with the passion and depth of your films...and you don't have to worry about doing any editting.  How would it be?

Is that not why you produce, for money as well as for the passion to create and impact millions?  By supporting VidAngel, you create a win-win for everyone.  They do the editting.  They tap into a consumer base previously unreachable through moral convictions.  You produce “whatever the bleep” you want!

You don't like that they don't pay the same streaming fees as other sites. I agree. Demand that they pay those fees and give them permission to stream your movies.  Approach VidAngel –who has so much to offer you— and make a deal that will enable you to create more revenue through access to broader audiences and gives you more license of creativity.  Do it.  Do it for yourself.  Do it for my son who is being changed into a better man because of the impact of powerful movies in his life.  Do it for your own children.

Quite simply, make it easier for yourself to make more money and work out a deal with VidAngel so you get the streaming fees and unforeseen revenue and they market your genius.

Win-win.

Sincerely yours,
Mary Biesinger  
Medina, New York"

Fun, eh?  I tried to think about the voice I wanted to use: educated but not to high-and-mighty. I tried not to use moral conviction but appeal to what might matter to them: money and freedom of expression.  We'll see!  Elder Oaks or Ballard challenged us to always speak up or email or write whenever we felt we should...that we could each make a difference. Who knows?

I also felt prompted to send you "Carry On" again:

CARRY ON!
It's easy to fight when everything's right,
And you're mad with the thrill and the glory;
It's easy to cheer when victory's near,
And wallow in fields that are gory.
It's a different song when everything's wrong,
When you're feeling infernally mortal;
When it's ten against one, and hope there is none,
Buck up, little soldier, and chortle:

Carry on! Carry on!
There isn't much punch in your blow.
You're glaring and staring and hitting out blind;
You're muddy and bloody, but never you mind.
Carry on! Carry on!
You haven't the ghost of a show.
It's looking like death, but while you've a breath,
Carry on, my son! Carry on!

And so in the strife of the battle of life
It's easy to fight when you're winning;
It's easy to slave, and starve and be brave,
When the dawn of success is beginning.
But the man who can meet despair and defeat
With a cheer, there's the man of God's choosing;
The man who can fight to Heaven's own height
Is the man who can fight when he's losing.

Carry on! Carry on!
Things never were looming so black.
But show that you haven't a cowardly streak,
And though you're unlucky you never are weak.
Carry on! Carry on!
Brace up for another attack.
It's looking like hell, but -- you never can tell:
Carry on, old man! Carry on!

There are some who drift out in the deserts of doubt,
And some who in brutishness wallow;
There are others, I know, who in piety go
Because of a Heaven to follow.
But to labour with zest, and to give of your best,
For the sweetness and joy of the giving;
To help folks along with a hand and a song;
Why, there's the real sunshine of living.

Carry on! Carry on!
Fight the good fight and true;
Believe in your mission, greet life with a cheer;
There's big work to do, and that's why you are here.
Carry on! Carry on!
Let the world be the better for you;
And at last when you die, let this be your cry:
Carry on, my soul! Carry on!

Robert William Service

Zsa-man came up to me and said, "Momma" and so I picked him up (of course).  He pointed to the screen and I told him I was writing to you.  I then pulled up some pictures of you and HE LOVED IT!!!!  There was recognition and love in his gaze, my wonderful son and fabulous older brother to your siblings.  It is amazing how as time goes on, those little things that created friction between us and seemed so big at the time have really shrunk into nothing and all I feel for you is love and gratitude for the years we had together.  For the honor it is to be your parent.  For the joy you have brought me, the fun memories we have made together, the way you enjoy my cooking...sigh. I think of you a lot when I make something particularly yummy :).  Liliputian is starting to make more food, saying that she wants to do "what Lek did" and make dinners on her own that she finds the recipes for.   You are awesome...just the way you are.  Right now.  Today.

I know what that means, how true it is, and how powerful it is to accept.  God uses all of us cracked pots and our trick is to "Carry On" and enjoy the journey.  I wanted to send you a quote from Pres. Hinckley, but it was too long for this letter.  I will just send you another one!

Know you are loved, my son. Your voice does matter.
:) Anyuci

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Hava and Happiness Cookies; Rock, Paper, Scissor Odds; Lek's Airport Goodbyes at 3:30 AM

I am enjoying the aroma of baking pumpkin cake/bread for breakfast in our very own, NOW working oven!!! Woohoo!!  After a couple of weeks of no over (stove top was working), we are happily back in the baking department.  It was a bit of a challenge trying to provide those things for Lek before he left that we had planned on (Thanksgiving feast, creme puffs and pudding, etc.) but thanks to a friend's oven that was available in a house they are selling (and is currently empty) we had access enough to make it work.  Where there is a will, there is a way, and I love cooking for me kids when it makes them so happy :)!!!

Speaking of cooking, the first thing that went into the oven was the freshly made "Happiness cookie" dough made by our own, sweet 7 year old Hava.  All by herself.  Who taught her? Pipalicious.  I love homeschooling.  Very sweet.

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Liliputian always wins rock-paper-scissors.  Always.  Well, she lost once last week to Chugger-dude and we were all relieved that it wasn't an absolute.

So this morning when I told the Goob he would be rock-paper-scissoring with Liliputian over which little ones they would be caring for in the car when I drove to the temple (miss my drivers!!!), the Goob was not happy.

"How about picking a number 1-10?" I suggested.  His smile was the answer.  At least it seems to put them both on more even playing fields.

That 3:30 am leaving time came very early! 
Hence...the jammies :).

I was grateful to be able to give him "one last meal"...although I guess no matter what, he would have one last meal and it would be whatever the last meal he ate with us was....silly me.

Just missing those plastic yellow slickers...where is Q-dawg's??



The hug parade begins...#1 Chugger-dude

#2 Pipalicious

#3 Hava

#4 The Goob

#5 Spooner
 #6 Mom was in there somewhere!!
Papaya wasn't awake enough for her hug to leave the stroller...

...so for #7, Lek obliged her :)

#8 Liliputian

#9 was Binks half-hug. (Hey.  He's not screaming.)

And he's off!! Unlike Avot, we got no second peeks.  Love you, Lek!

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Treasures: MAAC, Palmyra, and Math with Goob

We have a cool second-hand store (well, church technically) near our house that is just a treasure trove.  "One man's junk is another man's treasure" is so true!  I scored this last week with some cheezy (and not so cheezy) cards for sending, a couple pyrex dishes, a working Britta water filter and a booster seat for Spooner.  He has been sitting in some knee crunching death stools (they tip over easily), and so I moved him to a chair. Kneeling on hard wood cannot be too comfortable so the booster seat was a blessing.  One dollar, baby!  Love it.  Sterilize.  Attach. Voila!


We spent a morning at the temple in one of the most spiritual endowment sessions of my life the day before Lek left on his mission...and he was able to be part of the ceremony, helping me in a beautiful way.  

Then we went to the Sacred Grove, where Lek and Q-dawg had both never been before.  I took this swirly pic...not intending to do that effect, but it was kind of cool!

Liliputian took lots of pictures as they waited for us while we were in the temple

Spooner loves to push Binks around

More pics from this trip can be found at Liliputian's blog, linked above under "Kid's Blogs" or directly here: https://naturelovinlil.blogspot.com/

I LOVE that I find my kids toting books around all the time!  Lately, Hava has been busily digesting book after book, too, joining the ranks :).  She has been on a history binge and has been reading about ancient Greece using a bunch of the fun picture books I have on the shelf. LOVE books!

Binks is digesting a different kind of substance besides literature...although probably not as good for him.  Maybe he is craving minerals, right, Misty? :)  Love the hair-do!

Our whole group along with Sister Pho-phong who had served in our ward, was at that time serving at Palmyra, and is probably home by now.  She is so sweet!

More Lil pics...love it!










Bench Buddies





We were trying to get a good pic of Lek for his missionary plaque to hang on the wall at church so we took a bunch of shots.  He didn't like it but let us do it...I wanted to keep a few on here and couldn't pick a favorite :).





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Doing math with the Goob is like a carnival, noisy and unanticipated and fun, fun, fun!!  The other day when we were doing it together, every time he had an "ah-hah", he would throw his arms out wide and give me a big hug and smacker on the lips.

"I hope you don't do this to whoever helps you with math in college," I smiled.  "Only if she's cute!" he retorted.  He got a nap that day and was super happy.

I found these pictures in my camera.  They were titled "The Goob's Weird Pictures" for good reason:




This last one is very interesting...very artistic.
After the Sacred Grove we went to the "Chill and Grill":



Good times.