tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24978662228154104592024-03-21T00:52:37.699-07:00Cause we are the BEST AroundXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOTaithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09126931544131878150noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497866222815410459.post-76007124431545555622012-03-26T11:06:00.000-07:002012-03-26T11:06:12.986-07:00Spring Break 2012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Day at City Museum with my Brother and Nephew Logan</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzVU0QhxJbyQEJyWrE38HQvuX-FnSy7Pjd0gcQPv4qEKt5nqZFbBpxeTHsIjcqCR6EUNOzgO9emNnjFqr4GEQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>So Dorian went to Cali to visit his TT & her girls. He went last year for 2 weeks but this year he flew alone and stayed longer. He did great. Here are some videos he took with his new ITouch...they are hilarious. It sums up Dorian's personality mingled with technology.Taithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09126931544131878150noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497866222815410459.post-26502523978166033172011-08-24T17:09:00.000-07:002011-08-24T17:09:38.370-07:00Chicago<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt_ClqPkgEA4sPKWuoCEzwgMhbRz8nsZW4u-yUfyqnXvZtLchZmL2qhIQa3RRvq3HBStwD67E25UWxCfJ658lZX1tBqozUOOJRHWVh6i_Y1ibQs4nTVZYZUJySfP6g70Gi525kqeVJ6FA/s1600/_DSC7627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt_ClqPkgEA4sPKWuoCEzwgMhbRz8nsZW4u-yUfyqnXvZtLchZmL2qhIQa3RRvq3HBStwD67E25UWxCfJ658lZX1tBqozUOOJRHWVh6i_Y1ibQs4nTVZYZUJySfP6g70Gi525kqeVJ6FA/s320/_DSC7627.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span id="goog_1252654105"></span><span id="goog_1252654106"></span>You know when you have an idea of what something should be like and then reality sets in...well it happens to me more than not. For Ex: our honeymoon. I picture Hawaii so different in my head and then I get there..it so happened to be right after a fire and everything was closed so early(Maui) but never the less it was memorable. Well I have always wanted to live in the City so Ry had to travel to Chicago and so we thought we would ride the train in to visit him and see the sites.<br />
Dream: ride on the train quick and easy Reality: delayed at the train station for 5 hours, trains are down so we have to ride a bus. But it was memorable<br />
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Taithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09126931544131878150noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497866222815410459.post-40085303676919007812011-04-15T07:14:00.000-07:002011-04-15T07:17:16.108-07:00Honesty.My friend and I were talking the other day. I sent her this link about <a href="http://theoatmeal.com/comics/interview_questions">job interviews</a> and questions you might get asked. As we went through these questions we laughed and thought how great it would be to actually tell how you feel when asked these questions. The truth shall set you free. Now days the truth will get you fired, demoted, not hired, slapped, persecuted and denied. At home kids lie in fear of disappointment. Those same kids grow up, go to college cheat on exams and group projects, then go to the work field and lie again so their employer isn't disappointed in them. They are so afraid of failure that they avoid trying just to get some recognition.<br />
We had a lesson about this on Sunday. We talked about Honesty. We did tease if a woman ask: Do I look fat in this and a husband says no, is he being honest. Okay okay so you might want to be impolite but point out the positive. Win win. <br />
So many women gave stories and examples of their belief in honesty. I went home and pondered this: Honesty to me is living in truth in all you do and say. Not comprising your values for personal gain or others success. <br />
This includes telling the whole story, completing your task, and being honest with yourself. <br />
I find people justify the truth by not completing the whole task. They complete the part that will quickly benefit them and leave the rest for someone else to handle. They will omit information and supplement other false information for gain. Waiting to see if anyone noticed. ....When looking at the big -picture it can go undetected. But for those picking up the aftermath it becomes quite clear as to how this gets achieved. Here is the cross road. Do you go down that crooked road or do you stay on the straight and narrow. You may have to take a few steps back at times and your advancement is walked with baby steps but at least you know where the light at the end of the road is coming from. Light of Christ can never be mistaken and I am thankful that my family and friends take that road. I am so impressed with their honest behavior in all they do. They don't compromise their values just to get ahead. If they try and stumble they dust themselves off and try again. Failure to me is never trying to do your best. <br />
So if honesty gets you fired or persecuted and occasionally denied it will be okay. Cause when you fall just reach out your hand and he will be there helping you up and guiding you to another opportunity.Taithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09126931544131878150noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497866222815410459.post-89167787556910347162011-04-11T06:43:00.000-07:002011-04-11T08:00:37.955-07:00A little Get aWay....<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdtoChtEbAkt-v-ZwYmx3ln9CfD-okksZsYjzdYCF8_xf_kJBbnU3o0liFE5k5w2LE15QOt299XGMIXu00UwKezsf86zGXqBhTfLM7ASrj_BXG94sf1tRSFKCLuNyXnr6K4jDV6snVe20/s1600/DSCN0698.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdtoChtEbAkt-v-ZwYmx3ln9CfD-okksZsYjzdYCF8_xf_kJBbnU3o0liFE5k5w2LE15QOt299XGMIXu00UwKezsf86zGXqBhTfLM7ASrj_BXG94sf1tRSFKCLuNyXnr6K4jDV6snVe20/s320/DSCN0698.jpg" width="320" /></a>Ry was called to work in Cali for two weeks so we decided I would head up with the kids and visit. WE have missed everyone terribly. Melinda offered to take the kids for a few days so Ry and I could have some alone time. It fit perfect with his schedule since Ry had to drive up to San Luis Obispo for a few days. Tyler drove me up to meet Ry and we drove the rest of the way together. We stopped at the beach and visited a few places. It was nice to talk and just hold his hand. Its been pretty stressful around here and it was such a nice way clear our heads and focus on how to work through this. I got to spend time alone while Ryan worked and then we got to go on dates..yeah Date(s). The waiter did hit on Ry which made for a fun story and Ry was so happy all weekend. HEre are a few pics from our trip. </div></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiotunJGaXogqh2sJt2d_4QnBfbk8Mowg5t04SPc_-T4OVCdeRRNELl4p_Rg4GEl5THM3-sXBZ2m-thQNOVIiOHJEV5hcfYPqBwvcGQG0qH5_BQ9EHftxC3-YqaOtUdYSEq1RJU_DEgojc/s1600/DSCN0702.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiotunJGaXogqh2sJt2d_4QnBfbk8Mowg5t04SPc_-T4OVCdeRRNELl4p_Rg4GEl5THM3-sXBZ2m-thQNOVIiOHJEV5hcfYPqBwvcGQG0qH5_BQ9EHftxC3-YqaOtUdYSEq1RJU_DEgojc/s320/DSCN0702.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">MIssion Inn Santa Barbara</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA_iYv1AYBuHSj2djwVppzIU6ChCEA8AAoERU0w65FNJQOzObvm95LKrXCz_-rV5VEkVLYFiPqHNfsGbC_psnPtheCQWym-csLxy82kEGHRmSb-spzoz1I-M1QoySrCf3WmOttVDx0tqQ/s1600/DSCN0706.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA_iYv1AYBuHSj2djwVppzIU6ChCEA8AAoERU0w65FNJQOzObvm95LKrXCz_-rV5VEkVLYFiPqHNfsGbC_psnPtheCQWym-csLxy82kEGHRmSb-spzoz1I-M1QoySrCf3WmOttVDx0tqQ/s320/DSCN0706.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I asked Ry to get a pic of us and he doesn't look at the camera and makes a duh face. love him</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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We were so touched by how humble they were and the love they have for each other. WE asked them how long they have lived here and they explained they had moved here from the Dominican Republic and have lived here for 9 years. We asked if his family was here and he said yes and that his dad worked near by. He said he works for a company called BW. I laughed and said my husband works for/at BW. He didn't believe us then Ry confirmed it. It was like we were suppose to visit them. Small world. MOnday we had our first book of the holiday. <u>Grinch Stole Christmas(</u>KImmy & Spencer) along w/ the Grinch and Max stuff animals. The kids loved it. Tuesday- we went to the lights at the Temple and walked around, drank hot chocolate and talked about Jesus.Then the kids came home and we read <u>The Pirates night before Christmas</u>( TT gave them w/Pirate figurines) Wednesday- We went to Ward Christmas Party_AwESOME job Mark Harris and crew did. Thursday we read I<u>ts Christmas David</u> and the kids got to open their jammies(Nana & Papa). Friday the kids played in the now and we read The Christmas Story from the Scriptures. Saturday morning the kids opened presents and then they read their last book. A Dinosaur Night before Christmas. After the read the book and sang Dinosaur Christmas Songs I made them Dinosaur Pancakes. We enjoyed the day as a family. Christmas is the best Holiday. The Savior, family,friends and good food.Taithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09126931544131878150noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497866222815410459.post-43416168485253139622011-01-02T18:04:00.000-08:002011-01-02T18:04:02.642-08:00Dorian Strings class<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWibYinjXynFuJ8kHOguu6SWKLQtqOKZ7WQ_CGrcqLKqtem00yMmUCiPgBU2aBw2OFj-dM48G_EF1e-UwZi5xzcprDAwmxw8rsu-TVZGu2oyqpI8k2T-ZL9oQc5dVOJGtfuaElVsyc1tc/s1600/DSC_7752.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWibYinjXynFuJ8kHOguu6SWKLQtqOKZ7WQ_CGrcqLKqtem00yMmUCiPgBU2aBw2OFj-dM48G_EF1e-UwZi5xzcprDAwmxw8rsu-TVZGu2oyqpI8k2T-ZL9oQc5dVOJGtfuaElVsyc1tc/s320/DSC_7752.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGT8i-ctHM8A4mClG3Z3Ze3XARvQ2YfJNQcJytgTIme3kUCLMNPMKb4LC1CDTM1FnrpfdanaSB0gHOY-gLdiGp4meW_ou1JtCJ9ZEe1UVrVi9buUvnxHIjf09VmbE3hL2y0u7BH5cx9V0/s1600/DSC_7744.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGT8i-ctHM8A4mClG3Z3Ze3XARvQ2YfJNQcJytgTIme3kUCLMNPMKb4LC1CDTM1FnrpfdanaSB0gHOY-gLdiGp4meW_ou1JtCJ9ZEe1UVrVi9buUvnxHIjf09VmbE3hL2y0u7BH5cx9V0/s400/DSC_7744.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>When I had a meeting with Dorian's teachers a while back I learned he does pretty well with Strings Class. I laughed when the report read -ON pitch. I then learned he had a Strings Concert so I was so excited to hear him perform. At one time the kids did an exercise about rhythm where they snapped and clapped...anyhow Cali said out loud "this is stupid" I now realize I say that a lot. The lady in front of us turned around laughed and said I got that on video. I am very proud of him. He actually stayed on pitch and followed directions. Here are some pics.Taithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09126931544131878150noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497866222815410459.post-54619113118757440462010-10-22T09:50:00.000-07:002010-10-22T11:50:30.903-07:00Baby BluesI don't like to complain that much about our trials with having another baby because I know there are lots of people that can't have children and we have already been blessed to have two. So complaining seems pretty selfish. I guess just the thought of my control being taken away or making it harder for it to happen saddens me. Some days it doesn't bother me but lately and especially lately it really has occupied my mind. I have tried to change my thoughts but I think back to that day Sept 18th that our trial began. I think of the circumstances and as many people know it was funny in theory but the consequence is quite painful. I know we both pushed it aside with Ryan going to work right after surgery and hoping that it wouldn't effect future children. We were to try for a year and if no success then come in and get tested. Then we find out the possibility is pretty slim with out help and even that is not guaranteed. So we both came to the decision its time to try again. But wait can the STRESS and BuSY schedules be ever more evident during this time? Ah YES. Do I then think that maybe its just not meant for us or maybe its just not the right time? I am a believer that they will come to you when its the right time. It was 6 years between Cali and Dorian so I shouldn't be that shocked since its only been 3 years but when I want a baby it happens with in a month. Now the circumstance for me to get prego is closing. I just feel my options are being taken away. My heart was aching and my feelings were turned to anger to all the individuals who played a part in this, then and now. To the individual who should have thought before he took a swing. For those now who contribute to my husbands stress level and mine. For those Who demand so much with out having a thought of walking in our shoes. Who are quick to blame with out looking at all the circumstances and who expect change in a short time. <br />
So I often tell myself to remember when we went to temple to do sealings for our anniversary and later on that month. I prayed to let this go.Well ... My heart was softened when I was able to seal children to their parents. Family after Family my heart was comforted. A thought came to my mind: If I can't have anymore I can help other children be with their families. I can fulfill my callings and teach the little ones. <br />
I know I am loved and Heavenly Father is aware of my needs I just needed to vent about it so I can remember what I do have and get over this slump.Taithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09126931544131878150noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497866222815410459.post-86597272716262682812010-09-29T09:04:00.000-07:002010-09-29T09:08:03.327-07:00SleepEvery morning I wake up around 4:30 ish. I sit in bed and think of: to do lists, my work, Ry's work, the children, friends and what if's. In all these areas there are issuses. Some I am able to fix and some I have to let take its course. Problem is I am a fighter by nature. I just want to tell those individuals how I really feel about them. I can't stand watching family and friends being hurt, used, manipulated and taken advantage of. I hear things that people say to friends, I hear things people threat to my family and I hear things people assume of me. I know those words aren't directly said to me and can often get lost in translation.So I have to step back and hope for the best. I do know if spoken to me directly in those tones or with those actions it would be hard to get over it so I sympathize with them.I know I have to be the shoulder to cry on and the crutch when support is needed.<br />
I admitt I have been overwhelmed in how to control my thoughts. So lately I have been really praying for those individuals who have hurt me and others I love. I have to think that maybe their hearts will be softened and they will be mindful of their actions. Its taken so much out of me not to call them up or write them a letter. I can see this is my challenge to be forgiving and to forget. People have weaknessess and those can't define someone's true nature. I have to be able to see them through Heavenly Fathers eyes. I have to know that doors will close but others will open. I have to be able to be grateful for all the things I have in my life, so that those small instances seems irreleveant in the grand scheme of things. I may not be strong and forgving like this everyday so bear with me cause I might just might act like Michael from last weeks episode of <strong>the Office</strong> called <strong>Nepotism</strong>. MIchael is Dealing with the situation by bending over his nephew and spanking him...this would be great at times. <br />
So I may lash out with words from time to time but I am trying. <br />
So here is to controlled thoughts:<br />
I am alive. I am have a great family, close and afar. I have in laws leaving for their mission in Figi. I have blessed to have work this year. I have a husband who serves and is worthy of his priesthood. I have an autistic child that is progressing every week. I have a daughter who is showing me what true patience is. I have made some really good friends this year. I Have The Gospel.Taithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09126931544131878150noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497866222815410459.post-28733403830440457932010-08-23T05:03:00.000-07:002010-08-23T05:05:33.158-07:00Around the HornThere is a show on ESPN called Around the Horn. It is here a topic is thrown out to a panel of 4 sport journalists. They go round and round until points are racked up for the Final Showdown. Another show, PTI is the same way. Two sports host go at it, expressing their opinions- agree or disagree ...They can still have ways of looking at a situation but respect each other enough to listen and see the other side(well sometimes). I love these shows. I love the idea of what Reali would call a SHOWDOWN, throwing out an idea, saying what you feel and having others come back and respond. I might not agree with what you are saying but I like to listen and respect the opinion of others. When I blog or post here or on FB I take ideas from conversations or news articles and let my mind run wild. Sometimes people are so afraid to say what they believe or feel that they would rather sit back and stay out of it. I recently wrote a post about Trail periods(living together before marriage). I got a few responds and one where we went back and forth. Each ding of a new message sent my blood racing. I felt like Rocky and Apollo..ding ding. Smile and punch. I don't go into with hate, but it does have me step back and really ask myself what is it I believe? I turn to the scriptures and prophets to help me find my words. This helps me build my testimony and I am grateful for those opportunities. <br />
Some are just FACE TIME, personal vents that just help me realize all that I have been blessed with when times get hard. <br />
I appreciate the challenges in life for they have only made me stronger. Now when that bell dings I always know I have him my corner. I may get hit a few times, stumble and even fall to the floor, but he is always there waiting for me, telling me its going to be okay. <br />
Since there isn't a camera here I can't throw my cards at the camera...<br />
So as Kornheiser would say Good Night St. Louis.Taithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09126931544131878150noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497866222815410459.post-28521725772574744982010-08-21T11:08:00.000-07:002010-08-21T11:08:37.647-07:00PowerSince before time and until now the struggle for power and Glory has been present. Siblings against siblings, families against families, nations against nations, friends against friends, co-worker against co-worker all seeking power over another. They comprise their beliefs for riches and instant power of authority over another. They engaged in secret combination plotting and devising a way to destroy another. Some are the kings while others are simply the pawns in their game. Pawns see their part as justified not realizing their subtle moves are only fueled by the same greed and selfish desires that their conspiring kings have concealed so well. Soon these pawns are so vital to the game there is no escape. They can either be used, captured or begin their own attack. A strategic play in every day life of cheating & lying, one move at a time closer and closer ..... then CHECKMATE. Another King looking over his success of fallen knights, and wounded rooks....all to be on the other side. <br />
The temptation to seek personal recognition and reward from our service to others is ever-present. The pattern was established in the pre-earth life by Satan himself. There, when the Father explained His plan of salvation for the inhabitants of this earth and the need for a redeemer, Satan responded by saying: “Behold, here am I, send me, I will be thy son, and I will redeem all mankind, that one soul shall not be lost, and surely I will do it; wherefore give me thine honor.” (Moses 4:1.) In contrast, Christ showed us for all time that God’s work is to be done with an attitude of Thine, not mine. Said He: “Father, thy will be done, and the glory be thine forever.” (Moses 4:2.)<br />
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Will you engage in the game of Power robbing your souls of the riches of heaven? You always have a choice.Taithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09126931544131878150noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497866222815410459.post-56594704710451510522010-08-09T22:29:00.000-07:002010-08-09T22:29:18.048-07:00Lean on MeI really don't like seeing my husband so stressed out. He is the optimistic one, the outgoing one, the let's get out of the house and doing something one, but lately he has been so overwhelmed with questions of what should be the next step. I can't imagine that kind of stress as the provider and head of the household.Knowing that you are trying to do all that you can and it still isn't enough for others. I know change is scary but it is often change that provides us with better opportunities and more blessings. <br />
I know moving to Missouri and living in Chesterfield was the change we needed. This Change opened the door to many opportunities and has provided a fulfilling and blessed life. I am very grateful for the jobs, callings and friendships that my family has gained here and I hope things don't have to change, but I kind of feel they will. <br />
I can only trust in the Lord and know what ever comes our way it will make us stronger. <br />
Change is inevitable, sometimes it can be controlled, but most of the time it creeps up on our blind spot jumping into our lane causing us to loSe control for a bit.<br />
But we always have our choice when that change comes ...we can close our eyes and panic swerving left to right, or we can open our eyes, stay calm move over and let the Lord in the driver's seat. <br />
So to my husband I leave you with these words to the Song Lean on Me<br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">Sometimes in our lives we all have pain,</span><span style="color: blue;">We all have sorrow</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: blue;">But if we are wise,</span><span style="color: blue;">We know that there's always tomorrow</span></strong><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em>Lean on me, when you're not strong</em></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><em>And I'll be your friend</em></span><span style="color: blue;"><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><em>I'll help you carry on</em></span><span style="color: blue;"><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><em>For it won't be long</em></span><span style="color: blue;"><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><em>'Til I'm gonna need</em></span><span style="color: blue;"><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><em>Somebody to lean on</em></span><span style="color: blue;"><br />
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<strong><span style="color: blue;">Please swallow your pride,</span><span style="color: blue;">If I have things you need to borrow</span></strong><span style="color: blue;"><br />
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<strong><span style="color: blue;">For no one can fill those of your needs,</span><span style="color: blue;">That you don't let show</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: blue;">If there is a load you have to bear,</span><span style="color: blue;">That you can't carry</span></strong><span style="color: blue;"><br />
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<strong><span style="color: blue;">I'm right up the road,</span><span style="color: blue;">I'll share your load</span></strong><span style="color: blue;"><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><strong>If you just call me</strong></span><span style="color: blue;"><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><em>So just call on me brother, when you need a hand</em></span><span style="color: blue;"><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><em>We all need somebody to lean on</em></span><span style="color: blue;"><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><em>I just might have a problem that you'd understand</em></span><span style="color: blue;"><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><em>We all need somebody to lean on</em></span><br />
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Love youTaithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09126931544131878150noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497866222815410459.post-40255042995620891202010-05-13T07:51:00.000-07:002010-05-13T07:52:17.280-07:00Knock Knock!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBDt1m-kPtBmz6jhRH1Dl7nIRIJp7nRr7Z7CnWchnmJvxKMDl6Qsq4q5N79r4SwiNstWgo0mf5D1D3Qm6XbYVPARXpnKrfKny1jLaivWm3d3VVZtZP8i4ot_64VsgyRH-CWK7F7jU_F3U/s1600/ALT_3487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBDt1m-kPtBmz6jhRH1Dl7nIRIJp7nRr7Z7CnWchnmJvxKMDl6Qsq4q5N79r4SwiNstWgo0mf5D1D3Qm6XbYVPARXpnKrfKny1jLaivWm3d3VVZtZP8i4ot_64VsgyRH-CWK7F7jU_F3U/s400/ALT_3487.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Today I got a knock on the door. I wasn't going to answer it cause well I wasn't fully closed and I wasn't expecting anyone. So I looked at the window and saw a familiar vechile. I opened the door and there is Julina with a plate of cheese...Weird you may say..Not AT All! She listened to a woman complaining of how she only looks forward to one day of year at church and that day is Mother's Day. Every year that she has been in the Chesterfield 1st ward, the Relief Society served fruit, dessert, and cheese on Mother's Day. Pepper Jack cheese in little cubes with tooth picks..Don't know why but her favorite. This year it was cheese less...<br />
So today the complaining woman got her Mother's Day cheese. I know it seems so little but I lLOVE It!!! Not only did I get pepper jack I got all sorts of cheese. HOw thoughtful. If JUlina was my husband she would have gotten lucky..Thank you Julina for listening and being so thoughtful.Taithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09126931544131878150noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497866222815410459.post-68038732337143202792010-04-15T14:28:00.000-07:002010-04-15T14:28:59.682-07:00Gabbing it up with a friend<b></b>So I was talking to my friend today and well I talk to her almost everyday and we share stories. During this course of time I realize what a MEAN GirL I was between the ages of 15-18. I was pretty vengeful. I didn't like anyone hurting me or attempting to put me down or my friends. I waited and got my revenge whether is was the next day or years later. If a girl didn't like you at that age its just jealousy. Whether you dress better, look better, developed better, or got the guy to like you better you were automatically hated. We called the girls snobs, fake, or attention whores. I played the victim and culprit at times. Thank goodness I grew out of that. Can I still say some pretty caddy things from time to time..of course but I don't seek for revenge. I just change my attitude towards the subject and I stop justifing my actions. I try to see all the good qualities they have instead of finding faults that just reflect my own. <br />
So SORRY<br />
to the girl I locked in the bathroom and turned off the light<br />
to the girl who I pushed into the locker <br />
to the teacher I called out with greasy hair<br />
to the teacher whose classroom I helped flood<br />
to the beehives whose air mattress we deflated<br />
to the Leader who was obnoxious enough to wet us in our beds with the super soaker who we then soaked down with water two years later while she was talking during spiritual hour and then wrapped her car so she coudn't get out. <br />
to the girls who I flirted with your boyfriends<br />
to the boy who acted like a jerk and I put butter under your door handle & oreo-d you car<br />
to the boy who I made fun of your sweet letters..I just didn't like sappy<br />
to the boys who I just called to get dinner or movies<br />
to the city where we took all the blinking signs<br />
to the neighbors who lawns we put the opposing candiate sign in their yards.<br />
to the many who I pranked call before caller ID<br />
to the group at EFY that I thought were such nerds and we made fun of.<br />
to the Youth that danced funny at church dances that we made fun of.<br />
Sorry that I wasn't a better example.<br />
So would not want to repeat teenage years.Taithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09126931544131878150noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497866222815410459.post-44165644223197526122010-03-31T14:40:00.000-07:002010-03-31T14:40:47.128-07:00Mother HenI have delt with alot of little crap heads during my life.Whiney children, obnoxious children, stubborn children. Do I tell the parents that I don't want their kid to come to my class or do I ask them if there is anything I should know on how to discipline them. No, I just deal with them. Do I single them out when there are a hand full of other children doing the same thing. No... Mother hen protecting her baby chick you may say... No. just am over the labels. Baby chick isn't making fun of others, doesn't bully, doesn't intentionally leave people out, doesn't judge, doesn't hate..He choose to come to this earth knowing he would have difficulties. But he faithfully accepted his challenge and he is unable to sometimes control his actions. He loves people and wants attention and he just wants to run around like a kid. Will he run off when he is bored. Yes. Will he struggle to stay focus on a subject that doesn't interest him. Yes, Will he draw back when things get to hard, Yes. But I'd rather have that special spirit then a child who knows better and chooses to be otherwise. Is it so hard to see beyond the disability?Taithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09126931544131878150noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497866222815410459.post-15813827627105202922010-02-18T15:56:00.000-08:002010-02-18T15:56:32.282-08:00Loving Your Body<div style="text-align: center;"> Loving your body- I know such a foreign concept huh? Do we ever just say I love everything about my body? Probably not. I am sure we can find something we want to improve on or change about our bodies. Even little girls are becoming aware of their body image. I am seeing girls younger and younger under go surgeries to enhance their bodies and look older. They don't even give themselves time to develop. And older women are spending thousands to prevent themselves from aging. "I do it for myself not for others"...is the number one response to why they do this. I understand wanting to look sexier, prettier, younger but at what price. Maybe its just age for me but I can realize now that I <b style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">feel</b> all those things when I love myself inside.</div><div style="text-align: center;">When I occupy my thoughts with service, compassion or my family... I don't feel the need to complain about all the things wrong with myself. Hey I know children can alter your body and areas can become<span style="color: magenta;"> baby- a- fied</span> but there are so many risks and side effects to <a href="http://www.breastimplantinfo.org/what_know/before_you_get.html">breast augmentation</a>, <a href="http://www.faceliftresources.com/surgery.htm">face lifts</a>, <a href="http://www.botoxcosmetic.com/home.aspx">botox</a>..lipo..etc Don't think I am here to bag on those who do choose to do this, I just have battled it on both sides and come to the conclusion I need to just accept the change. I am getting crows feet despite my lack of smiling. My eyebrows only return to the former location when I put my hair in a tight ponytail. My boobs only look perky when I lift and separate. My stomach doesn't resemble a washboard but more a ski slope with moguels. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Can I treat my body better..Of course. I can be healthy and more conscience of my overall appearance. I just don't want to wake up one day and regret my decision or look in the mirror and forget want I looked liked before. Does that really make you any more happier? Temporarily maybe? </div><div style="text-align: center;">So I end with the words of Toby Keith</div><br />
I ain't as good as I once was<br />
Thats just the cold hard truth<br />
I still throw a few back, talk a little smack<br />
When I'm feelin bullet proof<br />
So don't double dog dare me now<br />
'Cause I'd have to call your bluff<br />
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I ain't as good as I once was<br />
But I'm as good once as I ever was<br />
Maybe not be good as I once was<br />
But I'm as good once as I ever was<br />
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</div>Taithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09126931544131878150noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497866222815410459.post-82042095777581564952010-02-05T17:30:00.000-08:002010-02-05T17:30:57.290-08:00word vomit..<div style="text-align: center;">I went looking back at some old high school year books and one comment was written about me over and over. Alma, I <span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;">L</span>ove how you just don't care what other people think, you are never afraid to be you. </div><div style="text-align: center;">For the past 10 years I have been quite selective on some things I say..but this year I started a new challenge for myself and that is not to hold anything in...I have at least 10lbs of stress on me from that. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I</span> </span>first want to say I don't have a lazy husband. He works extremely hard, he fufills his church duties, serves at the temple and makes time for the kids. I know that he has a great work ethic. He doesn't rush through clients just to get numbers in...he gives each client his undivided attention and it shows in his work. Quality <span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;">O</span>ver quantity. He truly cares about those he works for and those who he works with. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> I know he stresses to keep everyone happy. He works to provide for us and to give his children a better opportunity..He sacrafices to have Dorian in a great school district. He serves the Lord in every possible way. He serves at the temple not for "the self righteous badge" but becasue he truly loves his Heavenly FAther and Savoir. He <span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;">V</span>isits others not just to have a check mark by his name each month. He visits because he knows and understands he is his brother's keeper. He will rush out at anytime to help anyone. With that I am thankful that he accquired the manual skills needed to help others. Working with his hands has never been beneath him and I am thankful that he is always willing to try and learn a new trade. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't think a man can valued by what he makes. I believe its what he does with what he has. His time, talents and abilities. I get super defensive when someone thinks less of him because of what he makes, or where he lives or their idea of successful. WE always have what we need and he is able to use anything left over for others. That is successful to me. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Over worked and underappreciated is a common feeling we <span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">E</span>xperience in our lives. I hope we don't let those who work many hours for us and strive to provide us with so much go unappreciated because of our pride and feeling of entitlement. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I love you Ryan and I appreciate all you do. </div>Taithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09126931544131878150noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497866222815410459.post-13342418499197625592010-01-24T12:54:00.000-08:002010-01-24T12:54:41.108-08:00Ready! Set! Go!<div style="text-align: center;">And the award goes to <span style="color: blue;">DORIAN TAIT</span>!<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dorian got 3rd place at the Pine Wood Durby Race for Scouts.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Although it is designed for the father to do most of it; it still was his race to win.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">For Dorian's first race it was pretty impressive. <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Of course it was an autobot car, the soldier one as Dorian would call it.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was army green with camo on the sides and orange wheels.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dorian got a medal and a certificate. <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ry did get teased about it being his car but we all know all the other dad's built their son's car<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I just can't help it if my husband did a better job..Hey it was his first year and <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">we are still learning. I say the fathers should get a car and then the kids make their own car and race against each other. Either way the boys weren't competitve, they just sat, ate ice cream and cheered eachother on. <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks, to Bryson Stucki for sharing ideas and tools(Sorry we beat you)<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks to Mitch and All theScout Leaders for their time and energy in putting this together. <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks to Ryan for supporting Dorian in his Scouts and being a great father. <br />
</div>Taithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09126931544131878150noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497866222815410459.post-71485644898877298612010-01-18T12:12:00.000-08:002010-01-18T12:13:29.410-08:00Sunbeams....awhh the memoryThis year my calling in church is to teach the Sunbeams which are ages 3 turning 4. With a new class comes new personalities and new challenges. Each little one brings something new to the table. But before I journey forward I want to take time to reflect on last year. <br />
Anna, Chase,Darcy, Ella,Emily, Lydia,Mason, Matthew,Tommy and Zoe<br />
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Teacher: What is something Heavenly Father gives us?<br />
Class: Family, House, brother, food, toy<br />
...I know(hand raises) He gave me a penis.<br />
What is a penis?(another child asked) Its right here(points to pants)<br />
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Teacher: This person's dad is an attorney and he is in charge of lots of people. I wonder who it could be?<br />
Kids look confused.<br />
Teacher: Its your daddy(Telling that child)<br />
Child: My daddy works?<br />
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Teacher: Okay we have the Bible...Book of Mormon, Doctrine & Covenants and the<br />
Pearl of Great......(waiting for response)<br />
Child: Great Grandmother<br />
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Quotes & Funny moments by the sunbeams:<br />
Okay everybody ShUT UP!<br />
I don't want to be sold.(lesson about Joseph)<br />
I am cute and really smart.<br />
My mom and dad have special time.<br />
I am not wearing underwear.<br />
I pooped today.<br />
Kid getting their head stuck in the chair.<br />
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One tops everything. It is when I taught the Sunbeams in CA.<br />
While waiting for the bishop to set apart his mom, the little boy had to pee, so I told his mom I would take him so she could go right in.<br />
We go into the bathroom and he comes out crying. What's wrong I ask, tears all down his face...I peed on my...<br />
What? I peed on my face. HOw did you pee on your face hunny?(so they were not tears on his face) I was trying to get my pants down and I could not get my pants down fast enough.<br />
Well he tried to pee and is thing was up caught in his pants so when he peed it shot straight up..<br />
I couldn't stop laughing.Taithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09126931544131878150noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497866222815410459.post-74027285117360923102009-12-29T17:20:00.000-08:002009-12-29T17:20:01.093-08:00Playroom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnqQ8wGHGLst2hQJwM0RpLa1eLjaz-2jihI1_4xETs4jEgMkWveU9DSGUjxUmxnjilQt82ELctndqzeTpCI0saLwL7G7KlYSUWgJf_c55xTsYspxZtIedt9b6ROspyoyHw11Iuvv-Udfo/s1600-h/playroom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnqQ8wGHGLst2hQJwM0RpLa1eLjaz-2jihI1_4xETs4jEgMkWveU9DSGUjxUmxnjilQt82ELctndqzeTpCI0saLwL7G7KlYSUWgJf_c55xTsYspxZtIedt9b6ROspyoyHw11Iuvv-Udfo/s640/playroom.jpg" /></a><br />
</div>So here are some quick sloppy photos of the playroom. I have been meaning to post then I got down there and the kids have messed it up so finally here it is. Its a start. Lots of fun projects ahead.Taithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09126931544131878150noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497866222815410459.post-42816325825818007012009-12-26T10:03:00.000-08:002009-12-26T10:04:06.112-08:00HOme for the HOlidays Part 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipnHenR83K2Nfir0Uk4o4zUxYQ_TDW5-7P2mIzbojKhXzeuIK-jC5ImSmI2stpON-uCe4I3NYb-zDMbSpqG1-9Zw0lOSrt7iRnOLbEwoBzaBTcSvj-MbnjqXp28n6RXh5w1hvM9v9rdmc/s1600-h/ALT_0442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipnHenR83K2Nfir0Uk4o4zUxYQ_TDW5-7P2mIzbojKhXzeuIK-jC5ImSmI2stpON-uCe4I3NYb-zDMbSpqG1-9Zw0lOSrt7iRnOLbEwoBzaBTcSvj-MbnjqXp28n6RXh5w1hvM9v9rdmc/s320/ALT_0442.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF901AOIW8QMadQJ_YNjs8e5g3ktwGvQCZ3422c8g7AZXvZGaGZvT9iVHlDTS_-O-KSTJI_a2uxhS0i6vxgoIzbENda1lr18QlgQWvIMLCWmHYYmSS3Lh87PPjHHwfIPMNdhEZcCZfA8o/s1600-h/ALT_0444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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</div>So on Christmas Eve I read another story from a book that we received from our friend Laurie LeDuc called God Bless Your Way. We actually had read this book a few years ago for YW. THey gave the girls blankets and a loaf of bread. I read the story about Micah a man who had followed behind Mary and Joseph and along his way he was given a blanket and loaf of bread of which he used to give to them. Anyhow after the story I played the CD from the book and gave them their Christmas Blankets. After that we watched a video on the nativity and closed with a prayer. Dorian went right to bed and Cali stayed up till 11:30. Next morning we got up and finished working on the playroom for the kids and then we opened our stockings. <br />
After all the wonderful toys and surprises the best one was yet to come. <br />
Dorian went with Ry a few weeks ago to give a family food for Christmas. Ry gave him the choice to get this toy or give someone else Christmas. Dorian choose to give someone else Christmas. Ryan's heart melted and decided to get him the toy anyway. So Christmas morning after he opened everything I asked him to get the bag by the fireplace to put the trash in. Under the bag wrapped in a sheet was the STIcK TOGEther TRANSFORMER. He said hey guys there is one more. Oh its the stick together transformer. Guys look. Oh my gosh. Oh open it. He was so excited. Then he went downstairs where we showed them the kitchen I made for Cali and the couch we made for Dorian.<br />
Having my parents here and spending Christmas at home was so special. I loved making new and having old traditions.Taithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09126931544131878150noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497866222815410459.post-63368066945087550092009-12-26T08:18:00.001-08:002009-12-26T09:14:15.849-08:00Home for the HOlidays-Cookies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgELohSJBiu6cxRdC8rYGzGJ3u3YdKRuSvuJtX7G_moTC6yT56vonmsEP3IyBQ23oEyjRraZb9OdpVwLqtyrtZgjB2gPIPgMV0fiHubfV_JvF5KpO-NFO2r1rtoTF3AOFYSGs8zRBNmuKs/s1600-h/ALT_0411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgELohSJBiu6cxRdC8rYGzGJ3u3YdKRuSvuJtX7G_moTC6yT56vonmsEP3IyBQ23oEyjRraZb9OdpVwLqtyrtZgjB2gPIPgMV0fiHubfV_JvF5KpO-NFO2r1rtoTF3AOFYSGs8zRBNmuKs/s400/ALT_0411.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwnyuYGLVr120EURgAPtwZO6unWoizTkI1oPCbk-r42OqyHWmSmIi6fswa7638vwWEO50Vycr72D6A4UlqyU8_pL_Gn_u770hunkAFhdqsR5REdK-mCQ6Z61A4JGa4ckCcP5A-H50pdq8/s1600-h/ALT_0415.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwnyuYGLVr120EURgAPtwZO6unWoizTkI1oPCbk-r42OqyHWmSmIi6fswa7638vwWEO50Vycr72D6A4UlqyU8_pL_Gn_u770hunkAFhdqsR5REdK-mCQ6Z61A4JGa4ckCcP5A-H50pdq8/s320/ALT_0415.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgErKeBOzhnn3lC9IZiaM82i62jqRdxqtGiUgHIbC0-LujooTm6vOq8xmVdIa6xLuxCcTjMPI-ZMsw811XeO34m5FhnbL9NWiUOpe2ne0_jnOLSwolz_J14zHeplap9DTmlKGlAkt_j7rc/s1600-h/ALT_0416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgErKeBOzhnn3lC9IZiaM82i62jqRdxqtGiUgHIbC0-LujooTm6vOq8xmVdIa6xLuxCcTjMPI-ZMsw811XeO34m5FhnbL9NWiUOpe2ne0_jnOLSwolz_J14zHeplap9DTmlKGlAkt_j7rc/s320/ALT_0416.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTFxx77SCaTMndnVwj1sHCVyEB1rcladL6gpTZUUWAvPrU0dKP7mJO5o-AAjjR9_fPnFv7cnPo91vslq9UilOcmcGr0PdXnmTUUOPJTBXNtZicgf6HAyFyUou-hopd4B7d19v5u3dEWGU/s1600-h/ALT_0420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTFxx77SCaTMndnVwj1sHCVyEB1rcladL6gpTZUUWAvPrU0dKP7mJO5o-AAjjR9_fPnFv7cnPo91vslq9UilOcmcGr0PdXnmTUUOPJTBXNtZicgf6HAyFyUou-hopd4B7d19v5u3dEWGU/s400/ALT_0420.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXgBIYAKr6lbc0KKTH-IE5nTm-IG4iA4pigwxUkTrSGRiNZ0dFNKEok36DNk0KuaizaaUiXSlBcfy00AP5SsNo-B6Ny1vhfVLLuSlDYx3uob91QQwfNq0DhbWD49FPsiVYMc3Ft2niSe4/s1600-h/ALT_0424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXgBIYAKr6lbc0KKTH-IE5nTm-IG4iA4pigwxUkTrSGRiNZ0dFNKEok36DNk0KuaizaaUiXSlBcfy00AP5SsNo-B6Ny1vhfVLLuSlDYx3uob91QQwfNq0DhbWD49FPsiVYMc3Ft2niSe4/s400/ALT_0424.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXipJkfqJG3WmcALfd2iyXSiN6KFhO5zeFScghx5d71ka6xR9Tfag0RRy3Exs_gKyWl5DT0DXUrM_WUGzkBhC5olEIpJ7trAJcoEIvOgFuokc87KRPPBeSpFsIc0WSTfzshLG1nrXrvDg/s1600-h/ALT_0427.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXipJkfqJG3WmcALfd2iyXSiN6KFhO5zeFScghx5d71ka6xR9Tfag0RRy3Exs_gKyWl5DT0DXUrM_WUGzkBhC5olEIpJ7trAJcoEIvOgFuokc87KRPPBeSpFsIc0WSTfzshLG1nrXrvDg/s320/ALT_0427.JPG" /></a><br />
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</div>This year was our first Christmas at our home. I wanted to start the tradition of reading books and giving the kids something from that story. So this year I read them a book that we got last year from the Bowen's called The Queen of Christmas. In the book Anne Estelle sings carols, ice skates with Grandma, plays with cousins, and bakes cookies. So after the story I got them chef hats and Dorian got to wear the apron and they made sugar cookies with Grandma. Cali made snakes, I made a snowman, and Dorian made Mongo From Shrek.<br />
It was lots of fun and the kids had a blast. Thanks, mom and Dad for those fun memories.Taithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09126931544131878150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497866222815410459.post-58901986470291977642009-12-14T13:31:00.000-08:002009-12-14T13:31:56.983-08:00Yes I am on oneTwo family income: <br />
I was raised that a man provides and supports his family and if a woman wants to works its extra money. She can spend it on whatever she want.<br />
Obviously there are times a family needs help so having that extra income is nice. So do you consider it "our money" and if so when one of you buys something lets say a gift for the other is it considered from the both of you? Or do you pick and choose what you bought and paid for.<br />
Well here is my gripe. Every year Ry finds it so hard to buy me a gift because I am picky that we have decided not to get gifts. I am an awesome gift giver by the way. <br />
Anyhow, so this year I thought it would be fun to buy stocking stuffers for eachother.Something simple. Again Ry has found it difficult. I have even told friends that i know he would ask some ideas. Mostly I just care about the thought process in it. So he is complaining about it and my friend gives him an idea and he says I Bought her a laptop anyways thats her gift. <br />
So now we are back to the begining. I have been working a lot this year and everytime I make money I have put it towards paying debt and savings. I put it towards the basement project as well as the Fun Fund for next year. If I don't work then I get griped out for not contributing and it I do work I don't get appreciated or recognized for contributing. Okay so back to the computer. I sat in line at 1:30am to get the computer and used the funds that I contributed to pay for this. <br />
So did he buy me the computer of did I or did we both by it and can Ry count that as his gift to me?<br />
So then Ryan's ski trip in January is his gift. since I put funds in for that. Merry Christmas. <br />
And another thing when I "vacation" to California I make money when Ry "vacations" he spends money.Taithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09126931544131878150noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2497866222815410459.post-59294921247494044592009-12-14T06:35:00.000-08:002009-12-14T06:41:24.970-08:00Memory FunkMy friend Rebecca always inspires me with her blogs. I either laugh, cry or get worked up wanting to stand by her and Fight..Well today she wrote a blog about a Glimpse of her former self<br />
<a href="http://jonsrebecca.blogspot.com/2009/12/glimpses-of-former-me.html">http://jonsrebecca.blogspot.com/2009/12/glimpses-of-former-me.html</a> and here is my response.<br />
I too ask myself where did I go? I never made menus or sewed but I was different. I have to say there are soo many things I love about myself now that I would never change...but some things I still long for.<br />
I was <span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">super organized</span>. I never liked hoarding things,everything had a place. My closet was organized by color and by style. My bed was made everyday and my refrigerator was organzied. I still do a little organizing but keep it to four times a year. I do a winter clean out, spring clean out, summer and fall clean out. I still love to rearrange my room like every other day. Some how though day to day pick up and paper organization went right out the window. Now I just search for friends closets or rooms I can organize. <br />
I was<span style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"> ACTive</span>. I went to the park and jogged the trails with my dog. I burned lots of calories. I loved going out dancing. I was up for anything. Wanna go on a hike and then just sit and talk..that was me. Wanna jump off a bridge just to see if you could..sure. Wanna go camping and have racoons try to get in your tent..sure just point me to the port a potties. (Notice my Southern slurring of words coming back.wanna) Now it aches me to even think of camping outdoors. WHy would I endanger my life and jump off something to prove a point. I am 30lbs over weight. Fear of what? Feeling better.. Maybe fear of that image consuming me. I was confident but with that came many challenges that I don't want to experience now. <br />
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I took time <span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">Getting Ready.</span> I would spend about two hours getting ready. I would sit on the floor music playing doing my makeup, hair then change outfits like ten times. I walked out and got attention. MOst of all I felt pretty. NOw I shower at night, let my hair airdry, use the curls from sleepy head and make a style. Mascara goes on my thin sparse eyelashes which fall, and I don't think I own lipstick.<br />
I feel like I am a fat girl trapped in an average girl body. Its like that show Cougar Town she pinches things on her body and says where the hell did that come from.<br />
I<span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"> said what I mean</span>t. Now with this one I think I have been a little refined. If you were acting stupid, I just told you. If you were bothering me, I just told you. Now I hold it in and explode but still tell you or I find better words. Although if you are customer service I usually revert back to my old ways.<br />
NOw I am cautious which I find to be a good thing. I listen to others (sometimes, I just tune out) I know people's intentions, I mentor, I love serving, I cook and plan ahead, I budget, teach my kids, I have more girlfiriends that I like, I am using my talents, Imake better choices, I read my scriptures, I love children for a few hours, I know who I am and what I need to do. <br />
I just need to get my groove back. How Alma got her groove back in theaters this spring.Taithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09126931544131878150noreply@blogger.com7