Happy Easter from Auntie Eva

HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE

All I need to know

I learned from the Easter Bunny!

Don't put all your eggs in one basket.

Everyone needs a friend who is all ears.

There's no such thing as too much candy.

All work and no play can make you a basket case.

A cute tail attracts a lot of attention.

Everyone is entitled to a bad hare day.

Let happy thoughts multiply like rabbits.

Keep your paws off of other people's jelly beans.

Good things come in small, sugar coated packages.

The grass is always greener in someone else's basket.

To show your true colors, you have to come out of the shell.

The best things in life are still sweet and gooey.

May the joy of the season fill your heart.

Happy Easter!

Myrna wrote: Thank you. Happy Easter to you, as well.

Kyle's ordination

AnnMarie wrote: We are planning on Kyle being ordained on Sunday, May 1 after church -- we start at 11:00, so I assume it will be at 2:00ish.  Things aren't really clear since his interview with our bishop didn't occur when it was supposed to.  We would love to have any or all of you.  But we also know how hard it is to get away from your own church callings, particularly on a fast Sunday if you have young men who need to do fast offerings, etc.  Sorry about the late notice.  We will be having a lunch at our house afterward.  I have saved a big turkey for the occasion (not quite the same as a fatted pig, but it will do).

 

Thanks,

AnnMarie

Myrna wrote: Rats, I thought we were having a fatted lamb. Isn't that the tradition. Oh, wait, that was for Jewish boys. We will be there with bells on (quiet ones so as to not disturb the setting.)

AnnMarie wrote: I just can't do a fatted lamb.  Maybe it comes from singing "Mary Had a Little Lamb" growing up.  I prefer fatted pigs.  Perhaps because there aren't any clever songs about them that make kids want to have one and take it to school.  The closest is "To market, to market to buy a fat pig."  But it is very clear that the pig is going to be eaten, as in "the pig was eat, and Tom was beat, and Tom went crying down the street."  Not very many happy thoughts with pigs.

I left the rest of you off of the original email invitation knowing that you would not be in the position to come this Sunday to Kyle's ordination.  But if you happen to blow this way, there is enough turkey for all.

 

AnnMarie

Melanie wrote: As you might remember, I don't like the taste of mutton...weird flavor...so I would prefer the fatted pig. A little roasting never hurts a pig, but brings out it's best: refiners fire and all that. 

Mel

Myrna wrote: I think that I haven't liked lamb since I helped take care of a bummer lamb. That is a lamb whose mother either dies or abandons it. My Grandpa Pitts let me help take care of a bummer lamb by feeding it bottles of milk. Poor little thing grew up to be hearty and was fixed for dinner. Grandpa said, "This delicious lamb was the lamb Myrna took care of." Nobody could understand what was the matter with me because I wouldn't and couldn't eat it. They always called me a "city" girl. I don't think it was meant kindly.

Todd wrote: The turkey is a noble bird. Remember, it ranks right there behind Eagle, Mr. Franklin even said so. Eating one of those birds brings fortune and blessings, unless it is undercooked, then the eater is misfortunate and begging for a blessing. 

Wish we could be there. 

Myrna wrote: I don't like fatted lamb and, living between two Greek families, I have had my fill of Easter lamb roasted on a spit in their backyards. Grandma Smith, however, annually thought she had received the gift of gifts. I do like turkey. I am neither Greek nor Jewish.

Pawaia

Pawaia is a Miskitu verb that means "to progress" or "to grow". Something that is really interesting about Miskitu is the varied meanings that the verbs have, because there are lots of verbs and each one has generally two meanings. However, this is not the main subject of this short but important email.

In this particular email I am going to break free from the pattern that I have set and just discuss something interesting that I learned last night while I was talking to some really cool members. Last night I was waiting in the Chapel for a missionary to arrive so that I could help him with his baptism. During that time some of the youth (the really hard working ones that always help the missionaries out) came to help us to translate and such and they randomly started asking me and a couple of other missionaries questions about being missionaries, serving missions, etc. Their main worry was that they might go on missions and not be "perfect", they might come home and not be "perfect". I giggled a little bit with them and then spoke some amazing truths. 

I told them that:

1. Missionaries are not perfect. We try to perfect ourselves but we tend to fail miserably.

2. You're not going to come home from your mission perfect. We want to all say that we'll get off our missions and be just the most amazing people ever. But that tends to not be true, as we still have our weaknesses and faults.

3. We are all, as Children of God, on the Earth to learn and progress. We should not compare ourselves with other people because we are all on our own track of progression.

I amazed myself when I said that because it reminded me of something that one of my religion professors said at BYU about giving advice. Generally when we give advice we say something that we need to hear for our own personal problems. That was definitely something that I needed to know. I needed to know that comparing myself to other people is NEVER something that I should do. I should compare myself to ME. I am the one on my own little train track of progression tyring to get to the train depot that is Exaltation. I cannot say, "Wow. That train is moving faster than I am." Rather, I should think, "I think I can, I think I can." We are all living examples of The Little Train That Could. I never thought of my eternal progression like that until last night. I think I was almost doing something God himself frowns down upon, that is, comparing eternal progression. We are rather busy thinking about our own learning and progression, so how can we be busy thinking about the eternal progression of others?

Now, don't get me wrong, trying to help others in their eternal progression is something that our Heavenly Father wants us to do. In fact He wants us to help others to get to where He is, and sometimes we need to help. Yet, He does not want us to think that we are father along, or that somebody else is farther along. We are all on the same playing field. A pitcher is not greater than a batter, nor an in-fielder better than an out-fielder. They each have their own specific roles and they each have their own duties; however, each is necessary in the game and you cannot compare one to another. Their statistics don't match up. Their roles are unique. Each one is a person with needs, wants, desires, problems, strengths and weaknesses.

Well, where are you on your eternal progression? Are we all where God wants us to be? If not, what are we willing to do to get in the game, to get on those train tracks? Are we playing the position that He would have us play? Are we going to the right train depot in the right destination?

I know that this Church is the true church of Jesus Christ on the Earth. I know that the Book of Mormon is the Word of God and that it has amazing, life-changing stories. I know that Jesus Christ is my Savior, my best friend. I know that He can be yours too, if you let him in. I know that this work is truly the Lord's work, the errand of angles. I love you all and wish you luck, success and happiness in this next week of life. 

P.S. Tomorrow I hit 11 months. Wow.

P.P.S. Happy 18th Birthday BEN! You're officially a dude now.

Love,

Elder B

We are planning on Kyle being ordained on Sunday, May 1 after church -- we start at 11:00, so I assume it will be at 2:00ish.  Things aren't really clear since his interview with our bishop didn't occur when it was supposed to.  We would love to have any or all of you.  But we also know how hard it is to get away from your own church callings, particularly on a fast Sunday if you have young men who need to do fast offerings, etc.  Sorry about the late notice.  We will be having a lunch at our house afterward.  I have saved a big turkey for the occasion (not quite the same as a fatted pig, but it will do).

 

Thanks,

AnnMarie

[Rats, I thought we were having a fatted lamb. Isn't that the tradition. Oh, wait, that was for Jewish boys. We will be there with bells on (quiet ones so as to not disturb the setting.) Mom]

I just can't do a fatted lamb.  Maybe it comes from singing "Mary Had a Little Lamb" growing up.  I prefer fatted pigs.  Perhaps because there aren't any clever songs about them that make kids want to have one and take it to school.  The closest is "To market, to market to buy a fat pig."  But it is very clear that the pig is going to be eaten, as in "the pig was eat, and Tom was beat, and Tom went crying down the street."  Not very many happy thoughts with pigs.

I left the rest of you off of the original email invitation knowing that you would not be in the position to come this Sunday to Kyle's ordination.  But if you happen to blow this way, there is enough turkey for all.

 

AnnMarie

Funny Joke for Easter

Gertrude Jensen wrote:

Hello.

Thanks for all your mails. Have sent this mail to alle myf riends (senor citizens).

With regards

Gertrud Jensen

Erin wrote: That is hilariouse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Myrna wrote: I love you!

Eva sent the following joke:

A man is driving along a highway and sees a rabbit jump out across the middle of the road.

He swerves to avoid hitting it, but unfortunately the rabbit jumps right in front of the car.

The driver,
a sensitive man as well as an animal lover, pulls over and gets out to see what has become of the rabbit. Much to his dismay, the rabbit is the Easter Bunny, and he is  DEAD .

The driver feels so awful   that he begins to cry. A beautiful blonde woman driving down the highway sees a man crying on the side of the road and pulls over.

She steps out of the car and asks the man what's wrong.

"I feel terrible," he explains, "I accidentally hit the Easter Bunny with my car and KILLED HIM."

The blonde says,"Don't worry."

She runs to her car and pulls out a spray can. She walks over to the limp, dead  Easter Bunny, bends down, and sprays the contents onto him.

The  Easter Bunny  jumps up, waves its paw at the two of them and hops off down the road.

Ten feet away he stops, turns around and waves again, he hops down the road another 10 feet, turns and waves, hops another ten feet, turns and waves, and repeats this again and again and again and again, until he hops out of sight.

The man is astonished. He runs over to the woman and demands,

"What is in that can? What did you spray on the Easter Bunny ?"

The woman turns the can around so that the man can read the label.

It says..

(Are you ready for this?)

(Are you sure?)
(You know you're gonna be sorry)

(Last chance)

(OK, here it is)

It says,

"Hair Spray
Restores life to dead hair, and adds permanent wave."

Happy Easter!!!