Random

(Every post needs a picture and since I haven't taken any...here is a completely random one. :)
Jason and I have been watching a lot of the Olympics, or at least more than I have ever watched before. It inspired a fun filled day in the nursery. On improv we had a swimming competition (good way to wear out the kids) a diving competition (We used plastic babies and plastic tubs) and even went on a tour bus to China. (I drove the bus and Jason acted out the animals the kids "saw" out the window....he hehe....I encouraged thier imagination as I thought it was quite fun to watch Jason be a purple alligator chewing bubblegum!)
I admit when I first got the calling I thought the ward was crazy, because I am clueless when it comes to kids. Then I realized that I am not much more mature than they are, so I fit in fine and I am actually really liking the calling. Where else can you hear things like this:
Nursery kid: "Sister Maughan look at my picture"
Sister Maughan: "Wow that's really nice, is that a snake?"
Nursery kid: "yep"
Sister Maughan: "And whats that next to the snake"
Nursery kid: "Unicorn pee."

Alrighty! Very creative. :)

In watching the Olympics I have been inspired by the different athletes and their stories. I think all athletes must have something to overcome to get where they are. It has me thinking back to my favorite poem by Ruyard Kipling. STOP! I know you are probably going to skip the rest of this as I would when someone says poem. But this poem is really really really good. I have my favorite line ever in bold. I tell myself that line all the time. Enjoy!

Oh and two more days until I get to be in Utah!!!!!


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream-and not make dreams your master;
If you can think-and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings-nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And-which is more-you'll be a Man, my son!