The True Navigator

I had a poignant experience on Saturday that reminded me who really navigates our lives and I can't stop thinking about it.  So here it is.   For the last four weeks I have been running non-stop.  I lost my aunt, and then a week later I lost my uncle.  By Friday night I had been to Idaho twice, Montana once and Layton several times.  I was working all week and fulfilling family obligations out of town every weekend and for a week and a half of that time I had a sinus infection so I didn't feel great.  Late on Friday night, as I drove the hour and twenty minutes from my house to my mom's house it all came crashing in around me.  I cried all the way from American Fork to Layton.  I didn't get to sleep until 1:30 am, and had to be up at 6:00am. 

Needless to say, I was exhausted by the time my mom, sisters, aunt and I piled into my car to go to Idaho yet again for my uncle's funeral.  We decided to take the shorter, more scenic route.  Just north of Preston we found out that the highway we were on was closed up ahead because of LOTOJA.  I was annoyed.  I had planned my route and I wasn't happy that my plans had been changed for me.  (I never handle that very well, unfortunately.)  We back tracked and headed toward I-15 which was quite a bit out of our way.  Thankfully we made it to the funeral before it started.  The funeral was beautiful, and even though I was completely worn out I wouldn't have missed it for ANYTHING!

After the funeral, we were headed back to I-15 across highway 30 in Idaho.  Just west of Lava Hot Springs we came across a three car accident that had just happened.  I could see that EMS wasn't on the scene yet, so I pulled into the gas station grabbed my first aid kit and went over to see if I could help.  At that moment I was so grateful for the hundreds of First Aid courses I have taught over the last 8 years.  It helped me to remain calm and do what needed to be done.  After about 20 minutes, the EMTs and a Sheriff's deputy had arrived on the scene so I turned over the care of the girl I was helping and we continued toward home. 

As I drove, I thought about our being re-routed because of the race.  That morning I was so irritated that my plans had been changed, but I realized that had our path not been changed that day, I wouldn't have been on that stretch of road.  I wouldn't have been there to help someone in need.  And I remembered that as much as I think I'm in charge of my life, think that I map my own path, the truth is that there is another navigator.  The one who sees the path each of us need to take to be where we need to be.  I'm grateful for the reminder, and I'm grateful for that navigation in my life.  And I'll try not to be annoyed the next time my path has a detour.  I might be exhausted emotionally and physically, but I could have it so much worse.
  

So Very Grateful!

Tonight I am moved to tears by gratitude.  I have spent several of the last 24 hours converting some of my old choir tapes to mp3.  So far I have been working on the tapes from when I was in the Ogden Institute Chorale.  When I first went to college at Weber State, I got involved in the Institute.  Being on the Seminary Council in High School had been a great experience for me and I wanted to continue to be involved in a similar type of program.  I first heard the Chorale sing in a devotional and was unbelievably impressed by the quality of the choir.  I wanted to be a part of something like that, but had never auditioned for a choir.  I was very unsure of myself and was afraid of rejection.

Fast forward to the fall of my second year at Weber.  Having been encouraged by a couple of people I looked up to, I decided to audition for Chorale.  I was nervous but had found a song I would feel comfortable singing.  The night before my audition, I came down with a bad cold.  The morning of my audition I felt miserable.  Runny nose, scratchy throat, cough.  I went to the audition and was filling out the form.  I was so nervous.  One of the Chorale officers started talking to me and when I told her that I had just come down with a cold and didn't think I was going to do very well, she told me that Brother Castleton (the Director) made the decision based on the audition, but also on what the Spirit told him.  I put my fate in the Lord's hands, with faith that if I was meant to be in Chorale it would happen.

I made it!  I was so excited.  I enjoyed my first year in Chorale.  It was a great learning experience and my singing ability had greatly improved, but since a lot of people in the choir had been in it previously they had already formed groups of friends.  I didn't have any close friends in Chorale, and being a very shy person, didn't really feel like a part of the group.  I had decided that I was not going to audition the next fall. 

Halfway through the summer, I received a call from Evan Thomas who would be the Chorale President the next year.  He asked if I would be the Librarian (in charge of all the sheet music) for the next year.  I thanked him and told him that I didn't plan to be in Chorale again.  He said that he had felt impressed to call me to that position and asked me to reconsider.  I thought about it and prayed about it and decided to accept the call.  That was one of the best decisions I ever made.  My second year in Chorale was an incredible experience, both spiritually and temporally.  I was surrounded by talented, spiritual, fun people.  I made it my goal to make everyone feel included since I had felt so out of place the year before.  I stepped out of my comfort zone and forged friendships that I will treasure forever.

What I had planned to be only one year in Chorale turned into five.  They were five of the best years of my life and I am so grateful that the Lord guided me, through the encouragement of others, to be a part of something so amazing.   

I am so humbled and grateful to have been a part of a choir that was so talented.  The music is beyond beautiful, and I would swear that at times a heavenly choir was singing with us.  As I have been listening to my Chorale music during the last 24 hours, I have again been touched by the Spirit of the music, and have remembered experiences and people who touched my life.  To all my Chorale friends:  Thank you!  I'll love you forever!!!

My Favorite Title

I have several titles, but my favorite is Aunt Misty.  There is nothing better than being an aunt.  Seriously.  Since my roommates have been out of the country for Spring Break, I decided that last weekend would be the perfect time to have a little one on one time with my niece Kambrie.  We had so much fun!  On Friday night, Mandy & Erik brought Kambrie (and the other kids) down and we went to Brick Oven for dinner.  It was delicious, and got quite exciting when Breklin got pepper in her eyes.  I swear the people in the bathroom thought I was a monster while I was trying to flush her eyes out and she was sobbing.  After dinner, Kambrie and I went grocery shopping.  (It's tradition to let the kiddos choose their favorite foods during an Aunt Misty weekend.)

Saturday morning after we ate breakfast we were snuggled up in our jammies watching cartoons when my phone rang.  It was a work emergency.  The CPR Instructor was locked out of the office and had people waiting for the class.  So Kambrie and I threw on some clothes speedy-quick and went to let them in.  Since the class was starting 30 minutes late Kambrie and I helped set up for the class, during which time I locked my keys in the office.  Just as I was calling to have someone let me into my office, the cleaners showed up and mercifully unlocked my door.  After running a few errands, we braved the INSANE crowd at Trafalga for some video games.  It was literally packed!  But Kambrie had a great time so it was worth it.  We ended the day by eating a tasty "picnic" dinner in front of a movie.

Sunday we got ready and headed to church.  Kambrie was such an angel the whole weekend, but she was especially good at church.  Kambrie didn't want to brave Primary by herself so she came to Gospel Doctrine with me.  At one point we were asked to read Matthew 3:17 which reads "This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased."  I read it to Kambrie and then asked her who said that.  She gave me and "are you kidding me" look and said "You just did."  I busted up laughing right there in the middle of class.  It was a fabulous weekend and I'm sad it ended so soon.  I think we might try it again this weekend with both Breklin and Kambrie.  :)

In The Dark Of The Night

Confession time (again):  I have anxiety issues.  Sometimes I get really anxious over insignificant things.  Occasionally I get anxious and don't even know why.  That happened to me a few minutes ago.  When I get anxious at night I have a hard time sleeping, usually have crazy dreams, wake up with my jaw hurting (when I'm stressed out I clench my teeth), and wake up feeling like I never slept.  I don't know why problems/stressors seem so much larger at night than during the day.  So while I'm trying to calm down enough to go to bed and hopefully sleep here are a few random facts for you:

*  The word "psyche" means the human soul, spirit or mind.  It has also been used as a female given name.  Dear Mom and Dad:  Thanks for not naming me Psyche!
*  When you yawn it is because there is too much carbon dioxide  in your lungs and not enough oxygen.  The only link scientists can see between being tired and yawning, is that when you are tired your breathing is more shallow, causing your lungs to lack the oxygen they need. 
*I just remembered my dream from last night.  It was weird.  It involved sitting in a class with a person who had no personal space boundaries.  At least he was attractive.  But it was still weird.
*I'll award ten points to anyone who knows where tonight's title comes from. 

Well, I'm feeling much more relaxed now, so I'm off to bed.  Sweet dreams, all.  And by all I mean the one person who might still read my blog.  :)

What Happened Today: A List

• Snow plow scraping nothing off my street at 6:45am.  On a Saturday.  When I could have slept for another hour.  And they didn't plow my road yesterday when we actually had some snow.  Odd.
• Co-taught a CPR class.  Craziness happened.  The best part of co-teaching?  Having someone to giggle with when the craziness was over.
• A slice of Cinnamon Burst Bread from Great Harvest.  For free...with my $10 purchase.  :)
• Checkout boy got really excited when he saw my last name.  Apparently he shares it.  He was slightly less excited when he found out my most recent generations hail from Idaho.  His are from California.  
• Best roommate ever brought home dinner from Chick-fil-A.  Chicken nuggets = Yummy.  Lemonade = My favorite!!!
• Discovered that Blogger FINALLY has more than five fonts.  I may or may not have gone a little font crazy here.  
• Bedtime.  

All in all, not a bad Saturday.  Here's hoping tomorrow is even better!  For me and for you.  

You Know What Makes Me Happy?

Organization. I think it might be part of that whole perfectionist thing.

Being Single

I am a single, thirty-something LDS woman. Most people who are not in the same situation don't understand what it's like, so I thought I'd explain what it's like for me. While my life isn't exactly how I want it to be (whose is?), I am content with my life. I do want to get married to an amazing, faithful man and have a family, but it's not something I focus on all day every day. Some days I think about it a lot. Some days I don't think about it at all. Some days I want to stay single. You see, there are so many worse things than being single: Abuse, a cheating spouse or one that's struggling with addiction, death of a spouse or child, the difficulties faced in raising strong, independent, compassionate children in an increasingly nefarious world. Watching how these things have affected the lives of those around me has helped me to see that my life is pretty great. What it comes down to is that sometimes the grass looks greener on the other side, and sometimes the other pasture looks flooded and covered in mud.

I don't want you to think I have a negative view of marriage, I just see the realities of it...good and bad. After seeing all I've seen, I still have hope for a great future that includes a happy family. I am excited to see what new adventures come my way. Meanwhile, I try to focus on the positive. I am independent. I can handle being alone. I am blessed beyond belief. I have a job I love (most of the time), some of the best friends a girl ever had, fantastic roommates, a supportive family, and I have been blessed with talents that make my life more fun. Those are the things that help me be content with my life.

Being single: It is totally manageable.

As a side note: If you know any single, fabulous, worthy men I am open to changing that status. :)

A Funny Story...Or There Went My Self-Esteem

Back in September a co-worker of mine was leaving the company so my team decided to take her out for lunch to say goodbye. Being the nice people we are, we let her choose where she would like to go and she chose Cafe Rio.

**Side Note: I prefer Costa Vida, but I like Cafe Rio just fine. This will come up again.**

When we walked into Cafe Rio there was a huge table full of HOT Firemen/EMTs. I immediately started telling myself that I looked attractive and that they would all be clamoring for my phone number by the end of lunch despite the fact that I had slept a little too long that morning and had pulled my wet hair back into a ponytail. (Not only is that not my most spectacular look, but my hair has just enough natural curl to make it air-dry really weird which it had. But at least I had on makeup!)

Trying to appear confident and beautiful, I approached the counter and placed my order with the nice, helpful boy. Then I moved down the line a little and while I was waiting for my turn to tell the girl what I wanted with my burrito I started chatting with my friend Jolee. Soon I heard the lady behind the counter say "Excuse me, Sir. What did you have?" I looked up at her to see that she was looking expectantly at me. I looked around. There were no men in the line at all. My brain was so busy trying to figure out what was happening that I forgot what I had ordered and stammered "Oh....ummm...I had a burrito." After I had spoken, I could see that the lady felt a little embarrassed. But only after I had spoken!!! I turned to Jolee and asked if the lady had really just called me Sir. Jolee kind of giggled and answered that yes, she had in fact called me Sir.

I didn't want the poor employee to feel bad, so I whipped around the other way as I started laughing uncontrollably not only at the humor of the moment, but also out of complete mortification. My good luck continued as my 180 degree spin had me facing the afore mentioned table of attractive men. Now, if you know me at all, you know that every time I laugh (and this is not an exaggeration) I cry. The harder I laugh, the more tears fall. Since I was laughing so hard tears were literally streaming down my face.

I was just starting to get myself back under control when my friend Kristin leaned toward me and said "You're the [darnedest] man I ever saw!" Well that was the end of what little dignity I had mustered. I continued laughing/crying throughout the process of finishing my order and paying for my food. I'm pretty sure that 75% of the conversation at lunch was dedicated to making jokes about my looking so manly, etc.

That lunch was good for A LOT of laughs, but it was also pretty rough on the old self-image. Now when I wear my hair back, I try to incorporate flowers, or fancy twists, etc. to make it as obvious as possible that I am a female. And I've also pledged my undying devotion to Costa Vida. Where they've always noticed that I am a woman.

Tap Tap...Is This Thing On?

Hello? Is anyone there?

I am here. In my happy place. Care to visit? Come on in...









I may spend a lot of time visiting my own blog for awhile. At least until there is some sun and blue sky around here. If you're still around, check back. I've got a few fun stories to share. See you soon!

A Never Ending War

When I was 22, I thought I had won a battle I had been fighting since I was about 9. But the war was still raging and I started fighting again. Then I turned 30. I thought I had won the war. Now I find myself right back in the middle of it. What is this war of which I speak? The war women fight with self worth and self confidence.

Is it a certain personality that struggles most with the whole concept of being happy with oneself? Or do all women struggle with this? Don't get me wrong. It's not like I cry myself to sleep every night. Most of the time I'm fairly confident in who I am. Of course there are things about myself that I'm not super fond of and would like to change. But overall, I think I'm a pretty decent human being and I know I have talents and strengths. So why is it that I continually catch myself worrying about what other people think about me? If I see someone looking at me funny I start feeling anxious about what they find wrong with me. If I'm around people who are whispering and giggling, I just know they are laughing at me.

I really want to get over this. Is it possible to change the way I perceive myself forever? I would really love to hear any input on this. Thanks!!!

P.S. Love yourself!

I'm Back...For Now

I've gotten really, really bad at this blogging thing. Mostly because I just don't have much to say that's different from what I've said before. My life is static, and I don't mean that in the electrical sense. So since nothing really changes, I don't know what to post about.

Here's what's new...
I am no longer teaching the CTR 4 class in Primary. That's right. For the first time since I was twelve, I've moved back into Senior Primary. I am teaching the CTR 7 class (otherwise known as "the angels"). I have four sweet little girls and the most darling boy ever in my class, and they are so good. I don't know what to do with myself during sharing/singing time. I used to spend that entire hour wresting kiddos and reminding them to please take their fingers out of their noses. Now I just sit there. It's weird, but after 2 1/2 years, it's a welcome change. Although I do miss hearing the funny things kids say in Junior Primary.

I guess that sums up all the new things that have happened to me in the last four months.

On an entirely different note, as I was driving home from church today, I passed a most attractive male. He was just coming from the park where I think he was playing Frisbee golf since he was carrying a Frisbee. He was hot! And he had the most amazing eyes!!! How long do you think it would take to find him again, become acquainted, introduce him to the gospel, get him baptized, and marry him in the temple? Wow. That sounds like a lot of work. Guess I'll just keep waiting for that handsome prince to appear on my doorstep! :)

Bored

Why is it that I occasionally become very bored and nothing, I mean nothing sounds appealing. That is who I am today. So many things I could be doing. So many things I should be doing. But I can't do any of them. Because I'm so BORED. I learned a long time ago not to say that to my mother. Because her response was always this: "Well if you're that bored, I'll find some work for you to do." I always quickly found something to do. (But I was usually still bored doing it. I just didn't let my mom know that.)

Someone HELP!!! What do you do when you are so bored that even your favorite pastimes don't appeal?

Why I'm Too Old For This...

--I'm too old to teach primary. This is my third straight year teaching the four year old class. They are naughty. I have run out of patience with the whining. I'm tired of seeing fingers in noses for two hours every week. I have a boy in my class this year that is a master whiner. Why I'm too old to teach primary: Last Sunday all of the kids were super wound up. Mr. Whiny said he hated coming to primary and he hated me. I responded in a completely bland and non-emotional way "That makes me sad." Didn't mean it one bit.

--I'm too old to keep up with technology. My palm pilot died and my cell phone was having issues, so when it was time to renew my contract, I decided to get a Blackberry. It took me 24 hours to figure out how to send a text message. The first night I had the phone alarms went off all night long depriving me of much-needed sleep. Took me until the fifth alert around 4:30 in the morning to figure out how to turn off the alerts. Why I'm too old for technology: I've had this new phone for 2 1/2 weeks and I need tutoring.

--I'm too old to work. I used to work 40+ hours a week, stay up until 2 or 3 in the morning and play with friends all weekend. Why I'm too old to work: I barely make it home at the end of the day, eat a little dinner and then I'm useless. Friday night used to be a party. Now my idea of the perfect Friday night is eating dinner, watching TV or reading for a couple hours, and then going to bed early.

I'm sure I will add to this list later, but right now I'm feeling too old! ;)

It's Raining It's Pouring...

I'd rather be snoring. Or something like that.

Because This Made Me Laugh

I just read the following on a friend's Facebook status:

"Youngest daughter dumped a whole bottle of baby powder (you know, those really nice BIG bottles) out all over her room today when she was supposed to be "taking a nap". Oldest daughter just swallowed a quarter. "What were you doing?" "Playing bubble gum machine with J". The fun never stops around here..."Here's what I commented and his reply.

Mish: "Oh my gosh, G! That is the funniest thing I've ever heard. What clever little kiddies. One question, though...Where was the gum supposed to come out?"

G: "LOL!!! So I asked her about that....Apparently she was supposed to be putting it in her brothers bellybutton and a big "gumball" bouncy ball he was holding up in his shirt was supposed to fall down. Now, why on EARTH she had the quarter in her mouth is beyond us. I about died laughing though when she told us what she was doing.

I always wondered if we'd ever have to deal with "swallowing a coin" one day. You know, she actually wasn't too distraught about the swallowing it part, but she was absolutely CRUSHED that she wasn't going to get her quarter back. She cried for nearly 20 minutes when we told her she wasn't getting it back...LOL! I told her we could get her another one."

Thanks for sharing that G! It was the highlight of my day and I can't stop laughing!

Blessed In An Unexpected Way

I've been meaning to post about this for quite awhile, but let's just say life has been over the top crazy lately and leave it at that.

Anyway, I know my last post was confusing, and a little sad which was exactly how I felt when I wrote it. However, a very unexpected blessing came from that experience. I'll try to explain in a way that makes sense even though I don't want to share the specifics in such a public forum. It comes down to this...

I found the blog of someone I used to know. In reading the blog, I found information that was painful for me to read. I was sad. And I wished I had never found the information. The blog wasn't easy to find, but once I found a little information, I just kept chasing it until I ended up with the whole story. In my last post I proposed the possibility that God keeps certain information from us to protect our feelings and keep us from hurting. And I really do believe that's true. If I hadn't actively sought the information, though difficult to find, I would never have known what happened to those people from my past and could have gone obliviously on with my life.

But here's where the unexpected blessing comes. I was hurt and felt regret for about a day. And then the most beautiful thing happened. Not only was I blessed with peace, but I was blessed with a level of closure that I had never had regarding that situation/those relationships. Once again I see that even when I do something dumb and bring pain upon myself, God still blesses me, loves me, and fixes the hurt. I am truly so blessed.

This Whole Blogging Thing

Disclaimer: I know I'm a little early with the Spring theme, but as soon as Christmas is over, I'm ready for Spring. It's my favorite season, so I want to be able to enjoy it for as long as possible. Since the weather is not cooperating, I figured I could at least have some sunshine on my blog. So there!

Now on to the real intent of this post:

I enjoy blogging. Not that I do it very often, but my life isn't very blog worthy sometimes. I really love reading my friends' blogs and keeping up with the friends I don't see in person often, or ever! Tonight, however, I have discovered the dark side of blogging/the Internet. I stumbled across the blog of someone I knew quite a long time ago. I enjoyed finding out what she and her family have been up to for the last couple of years since they now live several thousand miles away. At the same time, reading some of her posts and especially some of the comments was painful for me.

I can't possibly explain that in a way that makes sense, but that's okay. It doesn't completely make sense to me yet either. I'm processing and needed a forum in which to do so. I'm blogging about this with the hope that by doing so, I will be able to sort out what I am thinking and feeling. I think I'm also hoping for some validation from anyone who might read this and understand.

This girl wasn't a friend of mine, merely an acquaintance, but I did know some of her family members quite well. It was hard for me to see that their lives have not turned out how I thought they would. Don't get me wrong. They seem to be doing well, things just haven turned out exactly as I wanted for them. So now that I've read her blog, I am feeling sad, and now I wish I hadn't read it at all. Does that make sense?

Most of the time I view the Internet and technology as a blessing. But I realize now that sometimes having all that information at my fingertips is not in my best interest. I never thought about it before, but I think that sometimes maybe the Lord removes us from certain situations to protect our feelings. It's an interesting thought that I will have to explore more thoroughly when I'm not so tired. If I haven't lost you completely, let me know what you think.

Christmas Favorites: Christmas Day Traditions

Hmm. I'm not entirely sure we had a lot of Christmas day traditions, but I'm going to give it a shot.

1. Waiting to come down the stairs - Mom and Dad made us wait at the top of the stairs while they took pictures, and did who knows what while we sat there FOREVER!!! Finally, one of us would be allowed down the stairs and the other two had to continue our wait while we could hear she-who-was-luckiest gasp with excitement. At last the anticipation turned to glee as we flew down the stairs to see what Santa had brought. I miss that tradition. It's hard to carry it on, however, when I'm the only kid at home on Christmas, and Mom and Dad usually have to wake me up on Christmas morning now.

2. Taking turns opening gifts - Some might find this tradition tedious and frustrating, but I secretly enjoyed it, because it prolonged the excitement of opening my gifts. We still do this, and I'm glad! Now I enjoy opening my presents, but I can hardly contain my excitement as each family member opens the gifts I have put so much energy and thought into.

3. Bubble Ring - Yes, this gets two posts. It is a favorite food and a favorite tradition. It would NOT be Christmas without Bubble Ring for breakfast after opening gifts. The best part of being the only kid at home on Christmas morning? More bubble ring for me! :)

4. Stuffing stockings - This is a fairly new tradition. A couple of years ago I decided it would be fun to sneak a few little gifts into my parents' stockings after they went to sleep. It was so fun to watch their faces the next morning as they were surprised by gifts they weren't expecting and knew they hadn't put in each other's stocking. It's not such a surprise any more, but I still enjoy doing it.

Christmas Day traditions, anyone?

Christmas Favorites: Christmas Eve Traditions

This will be an easy list. I like tradition. *cue Tevye singing in my head*

1. Christmas lights - My family used to pile into the car and listen to Christmas music as we drove around looking at the Christmas lights people had on their houses. It was so much fun to see the ones that were especially festive. There was a house down the street that resembled the Griswolds'. In case you aren't familiar with it, this is the Griswolds' house in the movie "Christmas Vacation".


My friend lived next door. She said it was hard to sleep with all the lights shining in her window, but we loved to go see that house every year.

2. Family Dinner - For several years, my extended family got together on Christmas Eve and ate chili or Aunt Susan's famous (and delicious) clam chowder. It added to the excitement of Christmas Eve to be together with our cousins, and it helped the time pass quickly until we could go home and crawl into our beds in anticipation of Santa's visit.

3. Christmas Eve Presents - Each Christmas Eve before we went to bed, we were allowed to open ONE gift. It was always a new pair of Christmas pajamas. I really miss this tradition. I had to buy my own last year, and this year I can't even find any cute ones. Sad.

4. Christmas Goodies and Stories - We would all sit around the Christmas tree and munch on treats from the neighbors while Mom read the story of Christ's birth from Luke 2, and also "The Littlest Angel". It's just not Christmas Eve without them.

What are your Christmas Eve traditions?

Christmas Favorites: Christmas Food

Now this will be a hard list to narrow down. Here goes:

1. Pretzels dipped in White Chocolate - I don't normally love white chocolate, but there is something about the way the white chocolate combines with the salt on a pretzel that makes a little bit of heaven for my mouth. I love it when there are a few white chocolate pretzels on a goodie plate from a neighbor.

2. Carmel Rolls/Bubble Ring - It just wouldn't be Christmas without Carmel Rolls. They have been a traditional breakfast staple on Christmas morning for as long as I can remember.

3. Melbas - Mmm. My mouth waters just thinking about them. A friend of my mom's opened a chocolate shop when I was young. The Melbas were our favorite treat from her store. When she went out of business, she was willing to share her recipe with my mom, and now we have Melbas every year. A Melba has a delicious, melt-in-your-mouth fondant with milk chocolate covering the outside. You should try some! I recommend them without nuts. They're the best that way.

4. Mom's No-Fail Fudge - rich, fudgy goodness. Who could ask for more? Oh yeah, it contains hershey bars and marshmellows, so it's pretty much perfection!

What are your favorite holiday treats?