Wednesday, December 29, 2010

It's a CHOCOLATE Party!

My Grandma Bird loves chocolate...to an extreme.... in fact, I'm convinced that the reason she is in such good shape is due to the amount of chocolate she eats.

So, for her 84th birthday party, she had two requests:
1) No presents, please
2) Throw me a chocolate party

Here is how it went:









post script: I weighed in at my 38-week doctor appointment yesterday...
the damage: 3 lbs in 7 days.
Don't you judge me!

The Cooper Family: 24.5 members strong!


I'm so glad we pulled off this photo... it was freezing outside, the kids were cold, people were sick, I left my tripod at home so we had to use one of Aaron's construction tripods.... but everyone pulled together, and the result is great!

MERRY CHRISTMAS,
from the COOPER FAMILY

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Christmas Food Court Flash Mob, Hallelujah Chorus - Must See!


Watch this video.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SXh7JR9oKVE

As I watched these performers boldly sing praises to the Savior, I was filled with the Christmas spirit. Whether you believe in God or not, it is difficult to deny the spirit that enters the room (or food court) when unapologetic Christians declare his name. Merry Christmas to ALL!

Meet baby Ashlyn






No, this is not MY baby. My sister, Kristen, gave birth to little Ashlyn last Tuesday. Here are some pics.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

The Smallest Jack-O-Lantern in the World


Look what my little sister, Kimberly, made!
Isn't that the smallest jack o' lantern you've ever seen?










Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Tasting salt: a spiritual experience


I JUST READ AN EXCERPT OF A TALK BY BOYD K. PACKER. IT DESCRIBES SO WELL THE FRUSTRATION THAT WE FEEL AS MEMBERS WHEN IT COME TO RECOGNIZING THE PROMPTINGS OF THE HOLY GHOST. THERE'S A REASON THAT THE BRETHREN DEDICATED ONE WHOLE CHAPTER TO THIS TOPIC IN "PREACH MY GOSPEL". I HOPE THIS STORY WILL SHED SOME LIGHT ON THE SUBJECT AS IT DID FOR ME:


I will tell you of an experience I had before I was a General Authority which affected me profoundly. I sat on a plane next to a professed atheist who pressed his disbelief in God so urgently that I bore my testimony to him. “You are wrong,” I said, “there is a God. I know He lives!”

He protested, “You don’t know. Nobody knows that! You can’tknow it!” When I would not yield, the atheist, who was an attorney, asked perhaps the ultimate question on the subject of testimony. “All right,” he said in a sneering, condescending way, “you say you know. Tell me how you know.”

When I attempted to answer, even though I held advanced academic degrees, I was helpless to communicate.

When I used the words Spirit and witness, the atheist responded, “I don’t know what you are talking about.” The words prayer, discernment, and faith, were equally meaningless to him. “You see,” he said, “you don’t really know. If you did, you would be able to tell me how you know.

I felt, perhaps, that I had borne my testimony to him unwisely and was at a loss as to what to do. Then came the experience! Something came into my mind. And I mention here a statement of the Prophet Joseph Smith: “A person may profit by noticing the first intimation of the Spirit of revelation; for instance, when you feel pure intelligence flowing into you, it may give you sudden strokes of ideas … and thus by learning the Spirit of God and understanding it, you may grow into the principle of revelation until you become perfect in Christ Jesus.” (Teachings of the Prophet Joseph Smith.)

Such an idea came into my mind and I said to the atheist, “Let me ask if you know what salt tastes like,”

“Of course I do,” was his reply.

“When did you taste salt last?”

“I just had dinner on the plane.”

“You just think you know what salt tastes like.” I said.

He insisted, “I know what salt tastes like as well as I know anything.”

“If I gave you a cup of salt and a cup of sugar and let you taste them both, could you tell the salt from the sugar?”

“Now you are getting juvenile,” was his reply. “Of course I could tell the difference. I know what salt tastes like. It is an everyday experience—I know it as well as I know anything.”

“Then,” I said, “assuming that I have never tasted salt, explain to me just what it tastes like.”

After some thought, he ventured, “Well-I-uh, it is not sweet and it is not sour.”

“You’ve told me what it isn’t, not what it is.”

After several attempts, of course, he could not do it. He could not convey, in words alone, so ordinary an experience as tasting salt. I bore testimony to him once again and said, “I know there is a God. You ridiculed that testimony and said that if I did know, I would be able to tell you exactly how I know. My friend, spiritually speaking, I have tasted salt. I am no more able to convey to you in words how this knowledge has come than you are to tell me what salt tastes like. But I say to you again, there is a God! He does live! And just because you don’t know, don’t try to tell me that I don’t know, for I do!”

Boyd K. Packer, "The Candle of the Lord", Ensign 1983

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Mom's birthday gift

For those McKeenies who haven't seen the kitchen yet, here are some photos. It'll look great when Austin muds the ceiling and puts the light covers in. Thanks to everyone for their help!

p.s. Sorry, I didn't clean the kitchen before taking the photos.



The Dead Toaster: a Haiku


Years of heat, glory,

now your proud slots are empty,

so are our tummies.






Rexburg and the Second Coming

(This post is a few months late, but we wanted to share these photos)

July 13th, 7:05 pm: Austin and I walk out of our apartment to go for an evening stroll around Rexburg, and we are greeted by THIS!!

This type of weather is not typical for Rexburg (or for Planet Earth, for that matter). After mentally assessing our 72-hour kit and food storage situation, we decide that if it is in fact the Second Coming, we'll manage OK (we later find out that the clouds were caused by nothing more than a forest fire a hundred miles away).

These photos have not been digitally enhanced in anyway.

Friday, October 8, 2010

Ang & Austin's favorite books: this list is just getting started

Austin and I LOVE reading... and we hate it too. When one of us is in the middle of a book, the other becomes a widow/widower, at least for a few day until the book is over. Despite this, we continue to read, oftentimes sharing what we learn from a book with eachother. We wanted to recommend some of our favorites. Some of the greatest lessons we've learned in life have come from a book, many of which are listed below. We esteem each of the following books to be of great value to anyone. Read them, and let us know what you think!




Thursday, October 7, 2010

Angie Cooper: health nut?


A sister in my ward called me this morning and invited me to come speak to the Laurels for 5 minutes this Sunday. The topic? Having a healthy pregnancy. Two things came to mind when she said this:
1) I do NOT remember having that lesson when I was back in Young Womens, and
2) I am DEFINITELY not a role model in this area.
Nevertheless, I agreed (as thoughts of lemon bars and Coldstone danced in my head). I eat my fruits and veggies, more so now than before I got "pregnut", but I still like to indulge every now and then. I don't know if the YW manual will agree with such practices, but I'm pretty sure that Geneve likes sugar just as much as I do.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Baby Geneve

We'd like to invite you to a sneak preview of our daughter, Geneve Cooper.
This was her about a month ago. Aside from the freaky skeletal aspect, she looks pretty cute, right? We both think so.

By the way, just to answer a question we keep on getting, the name is pronounced "Juh-nev", rather than "Juh-neev"; it's the french version of the name "Genevieve". Also, I served an LDS mission in Geneva, Switzerland (la meilleure mission du monde), and french speakers use this pronunciation of the city's name.


Family Home Evening, Oct 3rd 2010


As long as I've known Austin, he's always had an obsession with MINI Coopers (apparently this was one of his nicknames growing up, him being the youngest Cooper child). Well, for FHE I decided to hunt down a MINI Cooper and let him test drive one. I tried to keep it a surprise (definitely one of the first times I've ever been able to be sneaky without him guessing or discovering my plans), and he squealed like a little girl when we pulled into Hertz Car Sales-- there it was... a beautiful 2003 MINI Cooper S Model, waiting for him to test drive. In order to pull this off, we would need to convince the salesman that we weren't poor college students looking for a joy ride; I told Austin that he needed to get into character and play the part of a high maintenance, debt-happy schmuck. The salesman judged us to be legit (I think it's because of my pearl earrings and Austin's fake Rolex), so we took off for a pleasant 8.4 mile test drive. It was pretty fun, definitely a little snazzier than our '98 Toyota Camry.... but hey, we're debt free, and there is nothing snazzier than that.