G. Conference

It's the morning of General Conference, the Saturday session. We wake up just in the nick of time to turn on the t.v. and see our angel Mormon Tabernacle Choir sing. We eat our breakfast, our traditional crepes, and pull out my big queen sized mattress from my room. This is a must. 

With notebooks in our laps and pens in our hands, we take notes, eagerly listening to each speaker's counsel. 

We smile when we see our beloved prophet's happy face. We love him so.

We smile when we hear the statistical report of 60,000 missionaries in the mission field, 20,000 just like me who have their call and are preparing to leave, and 6,000 who are in the process. WOW!

We feel the spirit when Sister Elaine Dalton spoke on how how we are daughters of our Heavenly Father and when President Monson spoke on how obedience brings blessings.

And we feel grateful when our questions are answered!

We think about where I will be next conference...half way across the world in Uruguay.

We smirk when we see each other zonked out on the couch after a nice long foot massage from mom.

Our hearts are truly touched to hear from our church leaders.

We feel edified, strengthened, renewed, and blessed...and are thankful for prophets and apostles who lead us and guide us.

If you know me, you know that I am all about TRADITIONS. I just love traditions.

Let me describe a certain situation for you:

Back in 2007, my family and I were invited to spend a nice evening at the temple lights with a family in the ward. We were suppose to meet this family there. This family did not show. We drove home after visiting the temple and as we turned the corner, we did not even recognize our house. A saw HUGE star on the top of our roof. The most tacky decorations you can imagine were plastered across our yard. A sign on our garage door said, "Merry Christmas from us to you!" We were shocked. What happened to our yard? Unbeknownst to us, it was all a set up. We were suppose to get out of our house, so that a few fun families in the ward could sabotage our house. The family that was suppose to meet us at the temple purposely stood us up to pull this prank. 

The tradition of the Christmas Service Project began that night and to this day it still lives on and the decorations get worse and worse every year. 

This particular year in 2009 (pictured below) takes the trophy. (sorry Cami!) 

I don't see why people don't hire us every season to do their lights!

There are three rules in being the victim of this innocent prank:

1 :: You must leave the decorations up until the Christmas season is completely over.
2 :: You must store the decorations for the whole year until next Christmas.
3 :: Next year you can be apart of this fun tradition. The number of people doing this Service Project grows and grows each year.

My most favorite decoration is the Santa in the hammock, oh and of course the 12 ft star. Hilarious.

James and I stayed and hid behind a bush to catch all the action when the family came home. Their reactions were priceless. It was so fun. What a fun tradition!

General Conference Tradition:

Every conference, my family makes "LORNA Crepes" for breakfast. We call them Lorna Crepes because my dad's fiance (before he met my mom of course) name was Lorna. She use to fix these special crepes for him. When we were little, we use to sit around the table, hold up our forks, and say, "Thank you, Lorna!" 

1:: grab a crepe

2:: add plenty of pudding onto the middle of the crepe.

3:: drizzle fruit onto the pudding

4:: fold up the crepe and add a spoonful of whip cream on the top

5:: DIG IN!

Thank you, Lorna!