Just Click your Heels Three Time...

....and hop on a plane at the crack of dawn and say "There is no place like home."

Tomorrow I get to head off to Utah for a fabulous week with my family. Russell and Jessica are getting married on Thursday and Sean is going to the temple on Friday and then Conference is on Saturday and Sunday so it'll be an amazingly uplifting and spiritual week.

I'm so excited just to see my family! I'm so so excited to hang out with my mom and her sisters for lunch on Wednesday, I'm SO excited to have a daddy daughter hang out on Wednesday, I'm excited to see the almost Elder Marsden and yes even to go shopping *yuck* with Meggie. That's yuck to shopping, not to Megs.

I haven't been home since May and I CAN'T WAIT!

Shocked

So Baby Brother Addison got home from his mission in March and we were all very excited for him to come home. We were all surprised to find that Addison had found a girl to marry named Ashli at EFY three years earlier and she was coming to visit. Addison. After an extremely awkward weekend, of poor little returned missionary and girl he was clearly not meant to be with.

He continued to date her however, until he ran into his old pre missionary girlfriend and realized their was more to a relationship than what he was currently in so...he dumped Ashli and for about a second considered dating Michelle.

After that he decided to take it easy for a while and dated a girl we'll call whats her face, cause frankly, I don't know her name. I never met her/had any contact with her. They dated the beginning of the summer.

Sometime after that, he decided to go on a date with a girl that lived six hours away. Being vehicle-less she came to pick him up in Visalia and drove him to her home town and then ditched him (hee hee hee) that was a pretty good story...

Anyway he is now dating Priscilla Arzate, apparently everyone loves her. Adam woke me up in the middle of the night to tell me they are engaged...

So that is the road map to the love life of Addison Turney...They are getting married December 27th! Congrats Addison and Priscilla! Priscilla, I can't wait to have a new sister in law, the old ones are wearing on me...lol JUST KIDDING! I love my sister in laws!

I Know God LOVES Me!!!

Author: Adam Turney

This morning was a typical morning for me. I stayed up too late once again and did not want to get out of bed...but it is habit for me so I didn't fight much. After removing my retainer and feeding the turtle I sat down at my computer to check some mail. As is common for Thursday mornings I had an email from Ticketmaster in my Inbox. It is always fun to see who is coming to perform in Las Vegas and see who I won't get to see since they are performing at MGM Grand and not the venues I work at. Well, this morning was very different because there was tour information about a band I have been dying to see...and since we actually have some money this year we are definitely going.

Finally, I get to see my favorite band THE KILLERS!!!! I have been anxiously waiting for them to return to their hometown of Las Vegas and perform for me (and whoever else attends I guess). So on Monday, October 20, Melissa and I will be driving to the Hard Rock venue and enjoying an evening with my favorite band ever. Oh, and that is just a couple days after my birthday...I am sure they wanted to come on October 17 (my actual birthday) but they realized I was working the Justin Timberlake show and wanted to let me earn some money that night. Needless to say, I am one excited little boy...it's like waiting for Christmas or going to see family after being away for so long (Melissa can relate more to that last one). I have never been so excited to go and see something...perhaps the excitement of my wedding day compares...and it is little things like this that tell me that God loves me.

Uplifting

On Saturday, August 16, 2008, Stephanie Nielson was in a plane crash with her husband, Christian Nielson, and his flight instructor, Doug Kinneard, near St. Johns, Arizona. Doug Kinneard passed away soon after arriving at the Maricopa County Hospital.
Christian & Stephanie remain in critical condition at Maricopa Burn Center. Christian has sustained burns on over 30% of his body. His wife Stephanie’s body was burned over 80%.
This blog was obtained from her sister Courney's Blog. I thought it was brilliant. As of Monday, September 22nd their condition is as follows: "Christian continues to power-up. We are still waiting word on how Steph's body is accepting the skin grafts. Things continue to look positive." Because of Stephanies contribution to the blogging world(http://www.nierecovery.com/) many people have pulled together and have raised over 100,000 to benifit the family and aid in the recovery. Talk about strength in numbers! Here is their story as told by Courney:

Do you want to hear a love story?

(Ok, but I must warn you, the ending is still in the works.)

When Stephanie was a teenager she fell in love. With a boy. A boy who I will call Grant. This was a remarkable occasion because Stephanie was terribly shy when it came to boys. And therefore notoriously picky. She couldn't even look at one without her cheeks turning to scarlet. But Grant was an easy going kid (who reminded me of a less-goofy shade of Shaggy from Scooby-Do) (where are you?).Stephanie and Grant were essentially the same person on either sides of the gender spectrum. They were young teenage artists and nothing in high school was cool enough. They were cool. Then one day high school was over and Grant was preparing--as any good Mormon boy should--for his mission. This was very cool.Then at his appointed time and place Grant was shipped to his two year mission leaving Stephanie devastated. She wouldn't eat. She couldn't sleep. And as I remember, she rolled around on the family room floor a lot, as though she were in actual physical pain. I think my mother went so far as to call the whole missionary mourning pathetic.

And it went on-and-on for months.

On-and-on, I tell you.

This was bad news for those of us still living in the house. Two years of this? No hope in sight either, we all agreed, because our delicate sister would never resort to dating anyone else ever. Her love and loyalty would never allow it. So she spent her days working at our father's business answering calls and filing away files. Counting dragging days . . .But one day the phone rang at our home.I picked it up and the caller asked for my father. I notified the caller that he wasn't around and asked if I should take a message.The caller said yes.So I wrote this message:Dad, call Christian.Then I hung up.Next to me, on a dizzy bar stool stooped Stephanie. Shoulders slouched. Head down. Gloom. Despair. Doom. Pointless doom."Make sure Dad gets this message." I bossed, passing the paper to her as I was headed out.Steph looked at the paper and BOOM! Her being startled to life."Did Christian really call here?""Yes." I said, looking curiously at my sister who suddenly had a bit of light in her soul."He is hot." She said back to me. "Like, really hot.""How do you know?" I asked."He comes to the office to sell Dad cell phones."And then the flush of red in her cheeks as she sat staring at my scribbled message."Christian." She repeated in a trance-like monotone.And suddenly: Grant who?

In the weeks to follow Stephanie did her best to look transparently cute every day at work. One day Christian, The Charming Cell Phone Salesman, asked my little sister out. Turned out that Christian (Christian, well-named man) was not only hot, but intensely passionate, intriguing with a head full of ideas. In a month's time they were talking marriage. Young, young and why not?But before they could meet at the altar, Christian was off to Africa to help film a documentary for a month. The night he left felt sickeningly familiar. It was Steph, rolling around on the carpet again groaning. We braced ourselves and hunkered down for a month more of her dramatics. Up until now, it may have been the longest month of my mother's life.

Then a December marriage, an October baby, moves, jobs, baby, baby, baby.Then today.

Christian was able to visit with his young bride for the first time since their airplane crash. You'll want to know that he was strong. He told her to fight. He thanked. He prayed. Hearing this gives me the feeling Steph won't be long in recovery.

After all, Christian woke her up before . . . he can do it again.