What do You do at Mutual?

My ward, we . . . Chat, talk, whatever you want to call it. tonight our activity was to make sugar cookies and decorate them. What that turned into was a huge talk session, some goofing around (we had some "Presents" ) and a whole lot of fun. Christy and I talked forever, about school, about the fact that she might be a dentist when she grows up, and many more things. Allie and Caitie wrapped themselves up. Allie in garbage bags and Caitie with a bow wrapped around her middle. Caitie was a Superman doll. I"m not sure what Allie was. Emilee, Maddi and Lily just had a great time, until they bumped a glass thing hanging on the wall that broke even thought Emilee tried to catch it, as evidence, she got cut. Nomi, Ginny and I talked with Sister H, and Sister B for awhile too. We all have many laughs and much fun.

So here's the question:

What do you do at mutual???

I can almost guarantee that you don't have as much fun as the Mia Maids of the Rosewood Ward.

Favorite Fairy Tale

During the past year I have come to realize that I do have a favorite Fairy tale.
This fairy tale is something I have loved for many years I'm sure, Cinderella is the fairy tale I love.
I guess I've come to realize this in several different ways, the French plays for one, Cendrillon (Sara) was a beautiful sight to behold, lovely with her blue dress, and her hair falling beautifully down her back. The ball scene where I was privileged to play part of the waltz. Half notes was all I got, though the song in it's entirety was wonderful, a perfect fit. It was beautiful. My love also comes from watching several different Cinderella movies.

I'm not sure exactly why I love it but I do.
It seems to me that my love of this fairy tale might come partially from my innate desire, as is every girl's wish, to be a princess, to have a handsome prince sweep me off my feet and carry me to his palace. But since there seems to be a shortage of real-to-life princes around here I have to cope with what I'm given.

As such that all of us are children of a Heavenly King, that, in turn, makes all of us Princes and Princesses. Though we may not realize this, may we soon find out/realize this and act as such. Though I may not feel the Princess I am inside, I am a Princess.

I guess this innate desire to be a Princess also extends to why girls love to where big frilly, beautiful dresses to dances. they are very inconvenient but we wear them to feel our inner Princess. Our royal version of ourselves, don't be afraid to shine your light from within, yet please don't be a snob, people can't stand snobs.

even though girls love dresses (the big poofy kind) I wonder if guys enjoy wearing tuxedos half as much, somehow I doubt it.


Someday when I am older I hope to have a dashing Prince, and young man of good report, worthy to enter the temple, been on a mission and someone who will care for me as a queen, yet let me do what I want. I hope one day to have a man like this sweep me off my feet, and carry me into the temple to be sealed for time and all eternity.

That is the wonderful message of the gospel. We can be together forever as families, as brothers, sisters, parents, children, husband, wife, children, grandchildren, grandparents, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, cousins, etc.

And one day that prince will find me, I will find him and if my wish comes true, he will sweep me off my feet, and my dreams will come true. I guess that sounds kind of cheesy but it's true, my dreams will come true, I'll be married in the temple to a man of good report, praiseworthy, wonderful. If my dreams come true!

the other part of my love for this fairy tale must also come from the each and every beautiful retelling of it. from Disney's Cinderella, to Ever After, to all the others out there, each and every one is beautiful in it's distinct way. the story itself is a beautiful way of telling a story that we all love, in a way we can all feel. In a way we become a part of the dreams, the beauty the sadness. all contained in one silly, yet wonderful fairy tale.

Time

Time

The day will come (or has already)
When you will shout "I don't have enough time!"
The time for me has come
The week, The day
Savior of the World=No time for homework

5 more days until I'm done,
5 more days of no time to do homework
5 more days of stressing out
and then I will be free!

more poems to write
more people to see
Obligations gone, time will be mine again!

Teen-girls Friday

May 1, 2010

Alarm rings

Day dawns

Rainy cold

she groans and flips

6 AM

Brain, Turn on

6 AM

School

Friday

Another groan and flip

Wait, Friday?

get up

The weekend starts soon

Mechanically eat breakfast

spoon to mouth, back to bowl

Get dressed

Shirt, pants, socks, shoes

Pack bag

Books, pencils, paper

Classes drag

Daydreams, boredom

Suddenly it’s the last class

The noise backs off

The day’s surreal

Soon the bell will ring

Countdown begins

5 minutes

4

3

2

1

The bell rings

Chaos breaks

Weekend has come

After another typical

Teen-girls

Friday

Orchestra

Brigitte E Hugh

May 12, 2010

On they come

First cellos then basses

Mixture all low

Then the violas

With violins right behind

They find their seats

Arrange the stands

And then they sit

And wait

A cellist is watching

A spot off the stage

Then suddenly she leans forward

And whisper’s across

“Concertmaster!”

The concertmaster stands

And puts bow to string

And drawing across

A note gushes forth

One pure note

And then they all

Join and the note is a chord

At once they all stop

And the cellist is watching once more

Quickly she stands

And the orchestra follows

As onto the stage

The conductor comes bowing

She then seats the orchestra

And takes her place

She flips through the music

And raises her face

All bows come up

And sound comes forth

As she moves her hands

The violins with melody pure

The cellos, violas and basses

With harmony clear

Sound comes forth and starts very soft

Increasingly it grows until

The sound is thundering

Just over your head

The song starts to slow and

And then it speeds up

Until it seems the

Bows don’t touch the string

The once again

The bows start to slow

And the music begins to soften

A sense of longing fills you

As quietly and sweetly now

The orchestra sings

It almost seems a lullaby

And the music sways

Sweet serenity

Then the bows sustain a note

For now the song is over

The conductor slowly lowers her arms

And raises the orchestra

She turns around applause breaks out

Thundering, crashing

Rolling in waves

She bows and leaves the stage,

The orchestra following close behind

And longing yet again sets in

As you yet realize

The magic is lost

Never to be regained again

Most of you know this teacher of whom this poem is about, but see if you can guess

Inside this door

June 1, 2010

Laughter thunders here

jokes come down like rain

after broken frogs,

and tests galore

laughter is common

just inside this door

the teacher is always a part of each joke

and always she celebrates

the great triumphs in class

but yet other times

the joke is on her

with spiders on one hand

and leashed flies on the other

with Alaska and island

not connected at all

and yet there are serious times

when we must rush

to get it all done

with malachite and sphalerite

just to start a list

with atoms to follow

and fossils come close behind

sadness fills our hearts

for now we must leave

the dear teacher

who in this room abides

Did You Guess?

Yes it's Mrs. Nelson!!!

My Blog

With time so scarce and me so busy
it seems as though an age has gone by
since last I sat a wrote a blog
with Savior of the World
Homework, Please! No more!
there is no time to write a blog,
unless I wish to sleep.
And yes, though odd it seems
I wish with all my heart.


So today my blog, has been already written
in form of poem, story, both.

The Fight

Brigitte E Hugh February 28, 2010

“It’s your fault”

“No, it’s yours”

A shouting match ensued

“I guess you’re not a true friend”
“I guess you aren’t either”

backs turned and off they stalked

and awkward silence spread

mind filled with regret but, quickly brushed aside

with thoughts of “No, it’s her fault, not mine”

following days were empty

without the reassuring presence

of their dearest friend

“Maybe I should take the first step”

the thought that crossed their minds

“but, no, it’s her fault she should say it first”

estranged from that calming presence

each girl struggled anew

until one day,

they met among the fray

each one started

to apologize

each one stopped

surprised

then they hugged

friendship there renewed

one silly squabble behind them

strengthened by their fight

no more will they struggle

through this world alone

they have each other ,

dearest friends

Average

Brigitte E Hugh 2010

When a child succeeds

we ooh and ah and shout

and when a child has struggles

we pay them extra mind

But when a child is average

neither high nor low

do we pay them mind?

for when a child is average

do they get pushed behind?

for teachers, it’s true,

Notice those with highest grades

or hose that have the lowest

but those who hold the middle

and do no right nor wrong

get recognized so little

it is as though they

existed not at all

May we pay attention

or may we pay the price

for not listening to

each average child

Battle

Brigitte E Hugh 2010

My life is an endless battle

From night to day

From day to night

My life is an endless war

In day with school

At night with dreams

My life is an endless conflict

With turmoil and strife

as well as feelings of life

my life is an endless skirmish

me against my feelings

me against myself

My life is an endless debate

Me against my homework

Me against my wants

My life is endless contention

In day with friends

In night with fickle fancies

My life is an endless dispute

From day to night

From night to day

My life is an endless battle