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Dad's Quilt

2012-01-08T21:23:00.000-05:00

Every year for Christmas since I was child my siblings and me havedrawn names to exchange gifts. As we have moved around, gotten older, and all married we've added spouses and my parents into the exchange.
This year I got my dad.
I knew exactly what I wanted to do.
I wasn't sure that I could pull it off but I was going to attempt regardless. How hard could it be?
Quilting, math, measuring. . .they all work together.
There is a reason why people take quilting classes. I understand this now.

I had my brother Doug's t-shirts. It wasn't tons but the one's that my sister-in-law wanted and needed to clear out. Somehow, they all ended up at my house.

The original plan was to make her a throw blanket of his old shirts. We decided this may not be the best idea.

So they sat at my house.

Once I found out I had Dad's name for a gift this year. I immediately thought this is something he would love more than anyone else.

I wish I could have been there to give it to him personally. I knew he would love it no matter how bad it might turn out.

He did call and thank me. I knew he would love it. I could tell that it really touched him and he was really surprised to have such a gift. It made me feel so good. It was probably my favorite gift I've been able to give in a long time.

I'm so glad I had Dad's name this year.

Need. Want. Gotta Have.

2012-01-06T14:21:00.000-05:00

PINTEREST

Life right now seems to be all about Pinterest. I don't know how many people have told me to check it out, I would love it.
I'm sure that I would.
I've gotten virtual invites to join pinterest.
I'd have to keep turning it down.

I had set goal in 2011 to lessen my desires of things. I had to give up HGTV to cut back on my project inspirations. I didn't even renew my subscription to Southern Living magazine. That about broke me. I tried to shop less and browse less.

This was not easy. I didn't do really any projects this entire passed year.

The nice thing was that I think it helped and even almost worked. Sure I still like to have things but I can control it. I don't have to HAVE it anymore. And I'm not constantly thinking of how I can make some money to get those things. I HAVE much. Anything I add to my plate at this point is all dessert. I learned to be satisfied with what I HAVE. I don't NEED it.

I missed the projects in the sense that I love to do something with my hands and see the ended result. I love the adventure of trying a new recipe or changing something in my house. But so much of it was just unneccessary. I don't think I was even try keep up with the Jones' persay but trying to out do them all together.

I feels good to say that I have accomplished my goal. I've changed the way I look at things. Allowing more time to focus on other things.

For 2012 I can now join Pinterest. I can join it with confidence. Hopefully I can pass my personal test and keep my focus in place.

Wish me luck.

Pinterest, here I come!

Pure Nothingness

2012-01-06T14:07:00.000-05:00

I'm sitting here home alone. Lonely. OK, well not totally alone but my hubby is out of town so it's just me and the kids. I dont' sleep when Jarom is gone. I watch an amazing amount of TV (chick flicks), eat junk, and try to chat with whoever is desperate enough to chat with me on Facebook so I don't get freaked out. I can't handle it. I seem to hear every noise. It's like I'm a little girl. I feel like a little girl. I do not get random things done that I wouldn't normally do because Jarom is home but even then it doesn't make too much of a difference. I hate when he's gone.
In the meantime, while I try to type myself to sleep. Can you do that? I was reading this book that one of the teachers at the boys school recommended. Sarah's Key. I love a good historical fiction book. This one had my emotions pulled in so many directions I wasn't sure how to feel. It was during the Holocaust and one of the roundups in Paris, France. I followed a child's story. It wasn't the most uplifting book. Kind of depressing no matter how much you wished and hoped. . . I didn't finish it. Yes, it was depressing but somehow still captivating that I wanted to read it but I couldn't.
It dropped the "F" word.
Yep, I couldn't believe it.
Not once.
Twice.
Now some have this ability to read right over it. Not me. The first time I read it I just has to stop all together. That word was like stamped in my head. But the next morning I wanted to find out what was going to happen. I was half way thru!!! So I pulled it out while eating breakfast. I opened it up on top of my scriptures. It wasn't long that the word popped up again. Honestly, my conscience just couldn't bare looking at my scriptures I just read earlier that morning and proceed with this book.
I finally stopped.
That took a lot of effort .
More than it should.
I returned the book to the teacher today and told her how I felt. We laughed and still discussed the story (she filled me in). I'm glad I didn't read it. There are so many great books out there that I shouldn't have to accept the language. It doesn't make that book any better than a movie with bad language. However, I will go rent the movie (since I have an editor).
You know it really bothered me how many people recommended "The Help" to me. I heard how it was filled with "GD" throughout the whole book but yet tons of members of my faith read and recommended it still. I'm glad I didn't read it. I know how my mind works. I'm sure I wouldn't start blurting out swear words but they would be in my mind. I don't want that. I already have enough weakness and do enough editing in my mind, so why add to it?

Visting Teaching

2011-12-04T21:46:00.000-05:00

I have a strong testimony of visiting teaching. I've been a not- so- hot one at times, but feel that I've come a long way and can say that "I get it" and know the importance of this calling. I get frustrated when sisters don't do their visiting or make it complicated to be visited. I've tried my best to take all challenges whether it was drive to a sister's house 40 minutes away to be there at 8:30 in the morning and only allowed 30 minutes to share a message. OR sometime I will just show up to at least meet the person. Anyway, I really want to be a great visiting teacher. I want the sisters that I visit know that I believe they are a daughter of God and I will treat them as such. That no one is too good or too bad to receive a spiritual message. We all need God in our lives. I want them to know that I truly visit them because I want to know them, help them, be there for them when they need me and because nothing is so important that I can't spare a few moments of my month to spend with them. I don't see them as just a number or me trying to have a perfect record. I really love them. And I'm amazed at how the Lord blesses us with the ability to love those we don't even know when we truly try to serve others.
NOW WITH THAT SAID. . . this past month I didn't do my visiting teaching. I had one sister. ONE SISTER!!! I didn't even have a companion to have to worry about coordinating schedules. Just me and that sister. The last day of the month while I was preparing for YW in Excellence it was all I thought about in my mind. I had only texted her and just waited for her response about a week or so before. Now here it was the last day I didn't send a letter or even call. The disappointment I feel within myself, embarrassment, and lack of discipline. I had a BIZARRE, crazy month but if I had just visited her I feel that somehow my month would have gone better. Smoother. I fight tears while I type because I literally have no excuse. I cannot think of one good reason that I could not have done something. Her birthday was even in November. I have never had to report that I did NOTHING in I don't know how long, if ever. I feel like I have truly disappointed the Lord. I sincerely say that I feel shame. It hurts. And to that sister I don't know how I can say I'm sorry and know that it really is important to me to visit you. I do care.
I do care.
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The Scriptures Are True

2011-09-06T21:18:00.000-04:00

Recently I had another light come on for me. An "ahah" moment. It was kind of amazing for me. I have always believed the scriptures and often seen the truth in them. They have helped me understand things or simply help keep my life out of utter chaos. But this time, two Sundays ago, in Sunday School class it was just what I needed.
To back things up almost 3 years ago I had this dream. I had this dream THREE times. Each time it was the same but with a little more. When that happens I figure it is something I should take a little more seriously. It constantly weighed on my mind and I had my feelings of what I thought it probably meant. Actually, I think I new exactly what it meant but I just didn't want to admit it. However, there were some things that I didn't fully understand in the dream. I'm not always great with symbolism. But it was enough for me to get the hint and take care of the issue.
Then in this Sunday School class (that I almost missed because I was trying to get Marshall to sleep) about the last 15 minutes they were discussing Acts 20 in the New Testament. A key word the teacher was discussing triggered my dream back into my mind. It answered what I didn't understand about my dream. It was like. . ."OMGoodness, I had no idea. I know what this means." Sure I had taken care of the problem but now I know what the Lord was really trying to tell me. I felt kind of foolish not knowing the New Testament as I should. I guess if I would read and study it more often the Lord could have helped me better understand.
I am so grateful for this experience. It strengthened me in knowing that there is a God and He does know me. He doesn't want me to go astray and will warn me at all opportunity. The scriptures really are here to help me and everyone. They aren't just something to read. Over and over in my mind I have thought that if I had known the Bible better I might have understood the warning and acted faster. I might not have even had to have the dream but once. Just a "tender mercy" as my mother-in-law would say. No doubt. I'm so glad I didn't miss all of that class. Just think what I would have really missed.

Write It Down

2011-07-31T15:54:00.000-04:00

I look back and think of all the crazy stuff I would write in my journal. I don't know that half even really counts. My journal was great for venting. Writing all the things that I was angry about or some type of drama. There were very few things that were happy moments that I seemed to record. Like my 16th birthday. It was one of the best birthdays I had ever had and didn't document a single thing about it. It was a brilliant scavenger hunt downtown Chattanooga, put together by my mom and Aunt Hilda. I even think about the first years of marriage. I wrote in my journal so little but what I did document was about Jarom and how he made mad or something of the sort. Sheesh, if I died today and people used my journal just to learn about who I was, what kind of story would it tell? Definitely not who I am....or should I say who I wanted to be. Because most of the time I sounded like a whiny, ungrateful, little brat that no one would want to be around. Maybe that's what I really am? Let's hope not! And according to all personality test I take I'm nothing like that. Thank goodness I saved all those test to redeem my past because they MUST be true!
Today I turn 30. Early in the morning I had a crazy, scary dream. Rarely do I have one so terrifying that I wake up feeling completely freaked out. But I woke up feeling so secure knowing that Jarom was there to take me in his arms. On my way to church I thought about how I would love to just quickly go up on the stand and whisper in his ear that I love him. It made me warm and fuzzy inside. Then I came back to reality.
It amazes me to think that I have almost been married for 13 years. Thirteen years! What makes that so amazing is that I didn't think that I could really love him more than I did those first years. It's sooo much better than those years. This love is deep and not just "cute" love, batting eyes, hot bodies. It's love in all it's glory and truth. . . okay, and the hot bodies are still there, somewhere, deep within. Like I said, "in truth." But I believe now that I made the best decision EVER. Jarom is an incredible man and is so good to me.
For my 30th he planned this getaway and just followed whatever I wanted to do. It was awesome. But it was the little things that made it so special. Like listening to me ramble on about tree species and different plants/flowers as he patiently walked thru gardens with me. Maybe he knew how much I would love the walk around the flowers but what I loved more that he just let me talk. His kindness it just letting me browse the stores and gift shops with all theirs different items and my great indecisiveness to pick something. . . anything. He took me out to some ridiculously, expensive fancy restaurant because he knows my "love languages" after all. He helped me collect more Christmas ornaments and care for our little munchkin (whose nursing and had to tag along). Caring for Marshall in itself was one of the best gifts he could have given me.

To some this might sound pitiful or not so special or extraordinary. But I know Jarom and I know the things that are easy for him and hard for him. Just as he knows mine. Like spending lots of money for random things, being bored to death while I shop, and listening to a baby scream for hours without end. But he did it for me.
It's funny. I was kind of disappointed at first because I REALLY wanted some big party. I wanted to be surrounded by all my friends and fam as I journeyed into another decade of life. I was hesitant about going on the getaway not sure of how the baby would do. But I went. And it was the BEST trip I have ever been on. Maybe turning 30 helped me mature a little and see all the little things that went into making this big idea of a trip. Had I not gone on the trip, well, I'd be that whiny, bratty girl that didn't get her party. I would have missed out on the things that could have only been exposed during that trip. I'm so glad Jarom took me. I saw him in another light, once again. I fell in love all over again.

Mama Chilhowee

2011-07-31T15:43:00.002-04:00

I've recently become the "mother" of my ward. It's a lot to take in considering I can hardly mother my own four children how could I possible manage a full congregation!?
When the Stake President asked me what I thought the roles of the mother of the ward were I pretty much rambled nothingness and stuttered throughout the process. Why I actually had never even thought about the role I would play. No pressure!
It's been a month now since Jarom was called as the Bishop and I've already seen the change in our lives. Our minds and hearts have been opened to a new light. I have been seriously humbled. I have been greatly blessed.
Some say, "congratulations" others say, "good riddance" I just say, "it's another calling." One that I pray can be a good and faithful servant in and support my husband where he needs it most.

Queen Jen

2011-07-15T14:46:00.000-04:00

This bag was for one of the "Bonus Brother" wives. She's such a fun person that just amazes me. And she laughs at my jokes. Bless her soul. Her original pet name was She-Diddy (long story) but considering that can be a mouthful, for obvious reasons I renamed her "Queen Jen."

Purple is her favorite color. That's perfectly suitable for a queen since purple represents royalty. I couldn't just go with purple though so I coordinated a few other colors that I thought were attractive on her and made the bag mature looking. Unfortunately, the bag was a surprise and I didn't have time to take a picture earlier and so while trying to hide and get a pic at her house, I couldn't manage to get a decent one. These will just have to do.

It didn't turn out quite as I would have liked, though I still like it. However, Jen I'm more than happy to make you another one. This wasn't my best work, I felt.

Sweet 16

2011-06-30T12:00:00.000-04:00

Ah, I love a good party. Even better I love throwing them! And I look for just about any reason to throw one. . .ironically though I don't do birthday parties for my kids. Can't explain that one.
Anyway. . .
There is an amazing girl in my ward and I'm pretty much besties with her mom. I couldn't resist throwing her a big surprise party. Well it wasn't huge but still a surprise and fun.
Her favorite color--purple. This was easy because my brothers wedding reception was done in purple. I knew just what I was going to do.
The mom did the baking (thank goodness) and I did the decorating with some help from the girl's friend. We had a fun time.
Then we put together food items that were her favorite and voila!

So You Think You Can Dance?

2011-06-28T10:25:00.000-04:00

Well, honestly. . .I do. Maybe not the quality the show is looking for but I think I got something. I actually wanted to audition last year when they came to Atlanta. I cried when I couldn't go. Then I saw on the show the people that auditioned and made it. . .glad I didn't show up! It would have been possibly more humiliating than I had prepared.
The other night I went to a ballet class. I haven't been in a ballet class in ten years. I was pretty nervous and sure I would make a fool of myself. Thank goodness for some competitive drive. Sometimes it makes you push yourself to do things.
My posture was bad and my gut was larger than 10 years before. I could see my age wearing those tights and leotard. I managed through the first bar exercises and gradually got better by the end. The floor exercises were fun and not so bad except for the chennes. . .spotting is important. I was definitely off. I only walked around like a drunk for a little bit. By the end I was just getting relaxed and comfortable. I could have gone for another hour. Class was over.

It was nice to be in a dance class. You know everyone has that place or thing that makes all their cares go away. This is one of those places for me. Those mirrors hold me accountable for my outward appearance. The other dancers and teachers push me to be better. The music puts me in another world. I love it!

When the class ended the teacher didn't believe that it had been ten years. It really has. But boy did that make me feel good. Technically I have only a year total of ballet studio experience. To hear those words makes me remember that this is something I'm good at. Not to brag but we have to believe in ourselves.

Ballet: A Beautiful Strength

2011-06-28T10:24:00.000-04:00

So Much To Say. . .

2011-06-24T23:06:00.000-04:00

I have so much weighing on my mind from ideas running thru my head as soon as I hit the pillow to ways to be better in my life and just flat out random gibberish that constantly crosses my mind for one reason or another.

First, I am so grateful to be able to serve in Young Women's. I probably shouldn't have a favorite but it's the one area that I just FEEL it. I constantly think about the girls and it really makes me aware of my faults and weaknesses. It keeps me on my toes and when I feel like I am challenged the most to be my best. I love the relationships I build with the girls and working to help them have confidence in doing right each day. It's a blessing. As I have enjoyed all my callings, this is where my heart beats.

With that, it leads me to my little "soapbox." OK, huge soapbox 'cause I've got an opinion towards just about everything. And one of my biggest has to do with this billboard we pass every time we come home from traveling to Chattanooga (which is a few good times a year). And for the past few years I see the billboard, get frustrated, forget about it eventually, then see it again and the cycle just continues.

This is what it says:

"I can wait because my dreams won't."

Sounds harmless, yes? Maybe "it's all in how you interpret it," as my husband would say. Maybe my interpretation is wrong. But the fact that there is room for interpretation is enough to irritate me!

So what is my interpretation exactly?. . .This is an add for abstinence. I support that matter 100%. But every time I read that ad the first thing that came and comes to my mind is that, "I can wait because if I get pregnant it will ruin everything." It irritates me to my core. Children are not a dream killer. Some women actually dream of being mothers. So what do you say to them? I feel like even in accidental ways we portray kids as a nuisance and problem in our lives. I wish people would be real about sex and the other consequences. A child might actually be the only decent consequence out of it all. But to say the children prevent dreams from happening breaks my heart. I realize that it might make graduating from high school difficult and going to college seem near impossible. But when you have children life is still very possible and sometimes other dreams come to light. Its the diseases and other lifestyles that follow casual sex that can kill dreams.

I recently read an article by Elder Bruce D. Porter and he said this, "Many young people across our nation, who in the natural course of life should grow up, marry, and rear children, are instead trapped in a world where sexual intimacy is casual, responsibility and long-term commitments are denigrated, and children are viewed as a burden, a distraction from the pursuit of happiness and personal fulfillment." When I read this it just hit me that this was exactly how I was feeling.

I know I had all kinds of dreams. . .being President of the United States possibly or at least a top person in some major company. Be fluent in a foreign language and live in a different country for a while. Go to New York and dance, dance, dance in hopes to make it to Broadway. Seriously. I knew at some point in time I wanted to be a mom and get married but I also knew my standards and just figured I would postpone both until I did what I wanted to do.

Long story short. I got married at 18 had my first child when I was 21 and now I have four sons and been married for 12 years. How's that for a plan!? Maybe MY dreams weren't necessarily aimed at the right target. And maybe I didn't even finish college. But I LOVE my life and where it's taken me. The Lord asked that I have faith in Him and I did. He has now opened more doors for me than I could have imagined. I've learned about things that really make me happy.

My children have no doubt changed my life. I drive a minivan and I'm not even 30, sheesh! The roads they have taken me down I've never once considered them a distraction or burden. I truly believe because I have accepted this path (even when it was hard for me) the Lord has helped and blessed me tenfold. I hope I never make me kids think they were a mistake or burden to me. I pray that I help the young women that I work with have the desire to be mothers and accept that calling. . .lawfully wedded. . . to brilliant young men. It is better than a dream. It's real. It's a gift.

My Tree and Me Remakes

2011-05-26T00:12:00.008-04:00

{It's way past my bedtime. I should be getting all the rest I can, but I can't. I don't sleep well when my hubby's out of town. I seem to lose all security. I don't eat as well, I don't get much done, and I don't sleep. The only advantage is I get to update my blog. It's crazy how much I need him. How I can hardly function in some areas without him. He really does keep me going. When I think about it he gives me a reason to do certain things. Even though I have kids, it's him that's my main source of energy. How do people do it alone?}

BUT that's not what I'm blogging about. I've recently been called to serve in the Young Women's presidency and loving it. Tonight was a personal progress night. We had been talking about genealogy and our heritage and such for a couple of Sundays now. I thought it would be nice to do something genealogy related and make a family tree. Sounds boring until you check this site out. I have several of these "trees" on my wish list.

I decided that three of these family trees were do-able. I thought they turned out pretty well.

Hot and Cold

2011-05-25T23:24:00.004-04:00

So I guess I've kind of started a tradition by making bags for my kids' teachers. This year I decided to take the boys with me and let them pick out the fabric. I told them to pick out what made them think of their teacher the most.

Lesson #1: Do not go fabric shopping with four boys.

Lesson #2: I love that my boys have a love for color as I do. But arguing with an 8 year old over what matches best can be exhausting.

Over all they both had a great eye for what looked good and suited their teacher best. Their teachers were both excited and loved their bags. (It was also a nice report to get from last year's teacher that she still uses her bag, has washed it, and it's still going strong. That's a relief. I always worry about them falling apart.)

These bags I call HOT and COLD. One, the boys are polar opposites in everything they do and their teachers pretty much are too. But I also chose these names because the colors of the fabric that were chosen.

HOT--Ms. Sherrod

This was picked out by Tipton. His teacher loves all colors but Tipton said she loves Tennessee football. What's more appropriate, right? I almost wouldn't mind having this bag for myself considering my favorite color is orange. Especially the fabric on the strip and handles. . .I need to find a place for that fabric in my house. I loved it! Tipton approved my design and requested that it have a ribbon. I randomly came across this hot pink gingham ribbon on my counter. He thought it looked great and I have to say I liked it myself. But it was still standing plain so I decided to add a simple pink flower to finish it off. Normally, I like to add some cool colors to balance things out but the two purple strips were just going to have to do I felt nothing else was needed. So we loaded it up with some chocolates, and card and story written by Tipton. He could not WAIT to give her her present. COLD--Mrs. Ownby

Blue's her favorite color. She and her husband are TN football season ticket owners. I knew just where to go with this bag after Liam and me finally came to an agreement on fabric. Liam put a lot of thought into these fabrics. He thought of her lunch sack and clothes that she wears. He was very pleased when he found this fabric. I think it's quite beautiful myself. His teacher is a little more frilly, traditional, reserved. I wanted to put all that in this bag. She also loves to read and scrapbook so I knew that I needed this to be a deep bag to fit all her goodies. I couldn't resist adding some purple just because and I needed just a little pop of warmth to be satisfied with this bag. . . surprise! I chose orange. It just seemed fitting.

Homemade Biscuits

2011-05-10T09:25:00.005-04:00

It's taken about 10-11 years but I can say that I'm finally getting into cooking. Let's not exaggerate at any means but I enjoy it more than I use to. I still love a quick meal but I'm not so afraid to try new things. . .especially desserts. That may not count. Only in the calorie department.

Another thing that I have really taken on is my Southern roots. There are a lot of fun food traditions in the south, that I have to say, if it wasn't for my bundle of ex-pat friends from out west, I would never even realized. They've heightened my senses. Someday I might just write a book about what to expect as a Mormon in the south. Not to pick on them but many come thinking that they are going to share the gospel with so many. They are moving to the missionary field. True but more than likely they will be approached by several religions on trying to save their soul before they even get a word in outside that they are "Mormon." I love it. Nothing I'm not use to. I went to a high school with around 1200 students and anywhere between only 6-10 of them were of my faith. I can say that in many ways I know what it's like to be the minority.

Funny thing is, I couldn't wait to get out of my little town and head West back in those days. I thought it would make my life so much easier. I guess you can never take the southern out of a girl. Now I hope I never do. Just as I hope everyone loves the south as much as me I enjoy having my friends share their culture and love for their home just as much.

So here I am, almost 30 *gulp* and realizing how much southern-isms were embedded in me as a child and how much of that stays with you. I've now taken it to heart and just gone with it. Give my children those same "manners and rules."

This leads me to homemade biscuits. They can be eaten for breakfast or dinner. They are nothing like a roll. They are pure goodness and they require lots of TLC. Like most women who take time to master making rolls, I've spent the past year trying to master biscuits (next is cornbread). I watched my grandmother and my mother gently mix and knead until just right. I decided it was time I stop cheating with the freezer batch and make a real Southern girl of myself!

After months of practice just recently I can say I made the PERFECT batch. Jarom asked, "Are these the ones from the freezer?" (rolling eyes and being slightly flattered, OK fully flattered because what Jarom thinks of my cooking is most important to me) I reply, "No. I made these." Jarom responds, "These taste better than yours."

I felt like I'd just won the county fair first prize! I smiled all night and made sure this was going down for the records.

I won't lie. I was pretty darn proud of myself and ate about five. It's hard to resist such pure fluffiness with that buttery taste (and some apple butter).

I love biscuits. Amen.

Do you ever wonder?

2011-04-03T19:25:00.007-04:00

I recently finished a book called The Forgotten Garden (I can never remember if that's to be italicized or underlined, oh well) and it was great! It really got me thinking about where I get my little quirks and such from. A couple of weeks ago I had family come in town for Marshall's baby blessing. I love having company (I definitely get that from my mom) but I can't stand to have people in my kitchen or helping. I have always had this attitude that that's not "Southern hospitality" making your guest work. But I had to learn that from somewhere, right? Who knows. Then again, my Me-maw, wouldn't let a soul in her kitchen to cook or clean. I think I got that gene. Because I had to surrender to nursing and leave it to the ladies of company. I honestly about had a heart attack. They did nothing wrong but they were IN MY KITCHEN! A few weeks before that I went to my mom's over the kids' Spring break. I decided to take a few pics around her house. And if anyone ever wondered where my love for color came from, here's your answer. Might I also add I have a thing for dishes. . .thank you Mother.

You will never find solid white dishes at her house. It's called Nectarine. Delicious and cozy.

Never underestimate the power of BLING.

I snatched those yellow bowls and I really love that depression glass. . .hint, hint.

Kids bathroom, love it.

The lighting was weird in this room for the picture but the walls and towel are shades of lime green. She's got orange and turqouise towels too.

The lighting here makes this yellow look mild. Believe me when I say it's like the sun! Bold and absolutely perfect.

I love color and I love my mom.

I Feel My Savior's Love

2011-04-03T19:24:00.003-04:00

I wouldn't feel right with myself if I didn't take a second to jot down my thought on this pass week. My heart is full not only have I just finished listening to General Conference and feel uplifted and encouraged; but this whole week the Lord has once again shown his love for me. He has blessed me with great friends and family. For some bizarre reason I thought I would tackle spring cleaning. It started out fine but then I went to the kitchen (3 days before company) and everything started to fall apart. My teeth were even hurting from the stress! That was last week. By the following Thursday (this week) I had officially thrown in the towel. I realize you can't quit motherhood but homemaker, Yes I Can! And I did. My eyes were heavy. I hadn't slept in weeks normally, and as much as I wanted to try to get my house in order it just wasn't happening. A crying baby can be exhausting. Then add a high maintenance baby to that and you just can't do anything. So I decided I wouldn't. I would just feed and hold Marshall to his little heart's content. If he was willing to let me put him down then bless his little soul. C'mon, I've got to go to the bathroom sometimes! That's when the Lord showed His love for me and let me know, "It's OK." and that I'm not alone. First, He gave me Hyrum. His name means exalted brother. I don't doubt this. He has been first-class helper. He doesn't mind that Mommy sits around in her pajamas half the day holding brother. He handles neglect fairly well. We just watch lots of cartoons together and read books. He doesn't complain to play fetch. He does it with a smile, tells Marshall how much he loves him and that he's a good boy. He helps keep a smile on my face. Secondly, the moment I put "I quit." on my facebook status it was like I set off an alarm. I was distracted from my frustrations for the rest of the day by phone calls and emails from so many wonderful women, my friends, seeing how I was doing and giving comfort. The Lord was just reminding me of the wonderful sisterhood that the Relief Society provides. They are his angels and I am a witness of their errands. Asking for help isn't easy but just knowing that there are people out there that want to help makes life better. I feel my Savior's love today and continuously. It baffles me to think that some people don't believe. How? I seem to have a witness almost every day. My heart goes out to those who's hearts are too hard to recognize when the Savior is sharing his love with them.

Crush

2011-02-23T16:26:00.002-05:00

I don't know what happened to me this time around but after this baby it was like I got this huge crush on my own husband.

It's been kind of fun.

I feel like I've gone back to our dating days.

You know where there are boundaries but you can kiss and talk all you want.

I did just have a baby, there are definitely boundaries.

The time where you would get butterflies every time you would hold hands.

After 11 years of marriage I can say that the butterflies kind of faded away. Now they are back and it's like a whole new experience.

Does the fourth child do this to you?

I even found myself standing in the kitchen giggling to myself thinking,

"I love him! I love Jarom."

Crazy you might say.

Crazy in love.

Love can give you the crazies.

I'm willing to risk it.

I do love him! I've got a huge crush!

I'm blushing with love for my Jarom.

Jarom, I love you and I want everyone to know.

Little Projects

2011-02-03T14:14:00.004-05:00

Since I've decide that it's all a joke and this baby is never coming, I mine as well get a few things done, right? Nothing major but gotta stayed occupied.
Recently, my little niece was baptized. I want to make her a little scripture tote for her new scriptures. I wanted to do something a little different than your normal tote. I knew her scriptures would be the small kind and so I made the bag to hold them upright not the sideways option. I wanted to do this for Liam but it's kind of hard to come up with a "manly" bag. I'm gonna have to get more creative. Back to the subject. . . I had some fabric left over and thought it might work. Then I decided I wanted to make it more girly and it needed flowers, not ruffles. I was pretty pleased how they turned out. Thanks Cally for your tutorial. The buttons I just happen to have around the house. I actually enjoyed sitting down and making the tote. It took my mind off of having this baby for once.

This project is posted pretty late. I had been trying to think of what to do with the food storage #10 cans when I finished with the food. I just couldn't throw them away. At the time it was football season and I finally got inspired. . . bean bag toss. On the back of the cans are points for them to toss the bean bags into. It will be great for tailgating next year. They aren't beautiful, but I already had the spray paint and we made the stencil ourselves. This was 100% FREE. Can't beat that! Plus, the kids think they are awesome. Unfortunately, I don't have a great place to store them so now they have become storage for other things. One holds socks that have lost their match decoratively sitting in the laundry room. I love double purpose items.
I've also decided that my extra cans next time I will use to give as gift items. They would be great to fill with sports things, sweet treats or whatever!

Service

2011-01-19T21:08:00.000-05:00

For the past few weeks the message of service seems to be all around me. I feel like I'm starting to get it but I still stink at it. It's never been my strong point. A-matter-of-fact, I'm not a very compassionate person, period.
I try to give compliments regularly to people. I think about all kinds of things to do for others. But little ever comes of it. I keep telling myself, "It's the thought that counts, right?" Maybe that's the devil on my shoulder, because the very next thought that comes to me is, "Actions speak louder than words."
Sheesh, life can be tough on a person.
This past Sunday, Brother Cruze gave a talk based on Jeffrey R. Holland's talk. It guess it was based on gratitude but you find quickly service and gratitude almost go hand in hand. At least, that was what I felt. It also helped me realize that even though I'm terrible at serving others I'm not very good at accepting service either. I try to be independent and say that's not the church's responsibility or that person's job. It came to me that some people enjoy helping others, SERVING them. They get it. Sometimes saying, "no thanks" is taking away a piece of them.
The week before a sister also spoke on service. She talked how it's an addiction for her and it helps her in her everyday life. It helps fulfill her. She's also pregnant with her 7th child and due the same time as me. Well, she showed up at my house the other day to help clean when she found out I was already dilated and my cervix was softened. I'm thinking what's wrong with this picture!? I wanted to send her home. It seemed ridiculous. But I felt I shouldn't deny her the opportunity to do something that she loved, was of good, and helped her not just me. In the end it was wonderful. I didn't let her clean my whole house as she attempted but her boys played with Hyrum, who LOVED the company, and it gave me some company too. Because of her simple service I was grateful.
I also taught a lesson this past Sunday that touched base on service and how it helps us feel the Lord daily in our lives. That's what I need and probably what I've been missing. I try to do the everyday mechanical things but service is where I lack. I take my visiting teaching seriously and as a mother, in some ways, I automatically serve. I know I need to do more. Step out of my comfort zone. I'm going to try to do better this year. I don't know how to measure such a thing. Maybe it will just be something that I will feel within myself but hopefully will be felt by others around me.
I too often have been blessed by those who serve me. It's time that I do something back. Sincerely.

Ice chips

2011-01-18T20:55:00.003-05:00

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I can't seem to get enough ice during this pregnancy.

My dentist is going to love me.

I thought Sonic had the best ice.

Wrong.

Sam's Club beat them by a long shot.

I could use a huge mug of it right now.

Not gonna happen.

I'll have to continue with the attemped version of crushed ice my freezer.

It works.

Jarom doesn't complain.

He can be so patient with me.

My kids think it's weird.

They don't understand how some things just happen during pregnancy.

Funny thing. . .

I can't stand to hear people crunch their ice.

It's one of my hugest pep-peeves.

Along with people that smack their food or pick at their finger nails.

It's definitely in the top three.

It's almost embarrassing.

Yet, I can't live without it.

If it means I have to sit in my closet so it doesn't bother anyone.

I will do just about anything for some crushed ice.

The Joys of Pregnancy

2011-01-02T19:12:00.000-05:00

A quick sum of things is that once again I have GD (gestational diabetes). After 5 glucose test (10 weeks-twice, 20 weeks, 28 weeks, and 30 weeks), did I mention I hate that drink, the doctor finally decided it was too close to call and start monitoring my sugar. Lovely.

To make things even better Jarom likes sweets even more than me BUT he can eat them. He ate a piece of cake tonight to finish it just to make another dessert now that it's gone. Oh and we still have cookies. Yummy cookies. Someone tell me how I'm suppose to watch my sugar with it sitting in my face. I have little self control.

Not only do I not have self control but major denial issues. I cannot praise my visiting teaching companion enough, who is my food expert, for helping me through this. I love you Lara. I cried for days. Denial is real. Being 29 and hearing you have diabetes (I know it's only temporary) plus they thought I might have gall bladder problems!? My instructions was "go to little or no fat diet" and then my OB says "no sugar." That's a lot for someone my age to take in when you consider yourself pretty healthy, not obese, and no family history of either health issue. Being in that rare 3% is very depressing. Having someone tell you you are "unhealthy" in my translation kills me. I just don't get it. But I'm coping. Can't you tell?

Despite the major mood swings this time around, another round of progesterone, being lactose intolerant (or possibly gall bladder, whatever), GD, and a varicose vein, I've even had to wear the mommy-belt, pregnancy hasn't been all that bad. Really.

Being huge isn't so bad. It's obvious I am pregnant just not so obvious with how many. People at this point think you're "cute." I think round people are cute too.

I still wear heels to church no matter what my doctor says. It's a must. I refuse to wear flats. Thankfully, my feet and ankles don't swell. Knock on wood.

Feeling the baby move is fascinating. It makes it real.

I know this doesn't last forever and I've never even made it 9 months.

I love hearing my boys talk about the baby, what they want to name it and what it will be like. They still have no concept of how the baby comes out but I'm in no hurry to rush to details on that matter. Hyrum can't wait for the baby. . . he thinks. He says he will "talk to it and pet it." I'm already at peace with my future helper.

It's always an excellent conversation starter and I'm never one to miss a little chat.

I love being a mom. Being pregnant humbles me and reminds of this little miracle I'm playing a role in. It is amazing.

I'm weird about babies and don't hold other people's newborns. I can't explain. It's weird. But I sure love holding my own. Even more I love watching Jarom hold our newborns. I makes me fall in love with him every time.

Now I'm down to the wire and just waiting for this little fella to join our family. Then I'm heading to Krispy Kreme.

What's in a name?

2010-10-15T22:19:00.000-04:00

The name game, it's complicated. I have to ask myself what some people were thinking when they named their kid. Did they never consider what their child's life would be like!?

I'm so glad my parents named me Laura Beth. I like the name. Sweet. Southern. Somewhat childish but an option to grow with me.

I'm glad they didn't name me Carrie Elizabeth as planned. Do I look like a Carrie to you?

I don't like nicknames, most of the time. I say if that's what you're gonna call that person all their life why didn't you just name them that?

Do names really have to have significance? It's the last name that you honor, right?

There's just so much pressure!

You want your child to have a good name. A name that people don't have to wonder if they are male or female. I hate unisex names, period. Maybe because I have boys and have pity for them when someone decides that would be great for their girl! ARGH! A name that isn't a nightmare to pronounce or a mess to fill in on their standardized test forms. A name they can grow old with.

Names are constantly on my mind while I'm pregnant. I've had favorites since I was a girl. But let's be honest, I never took into consideration that my future husband might want a say. My whole frame of names has changed since.

I've learned that, I don't care who you are, we all name associate. Names make us think of something or someone. Good or bad.

I believe in Divine intervention.

I believe it's why I am having another boy.

I strongly associate names.

Hamilton was one of my favorites until I discovered it was a pig's name on some cartoon. Never mind.

When your husband highly favors a name that two "significant others" in his life carried, you want to laugh and think what a joke. What do you do when they aren't joking!?

Talk about a slap in the face. Punch to the stomach. Wait, just a flat out brutal beating. Not only was it a name I just didn't like, I couldn't disassociate from these people.

I was nervous I was having a girl. I was 90% convinced that I was having girl. When people hoped it for me they had no idea how sick I felt. When people talked about me needing a girl, or anything to do with having a girl, I couldn't talk about it. I wanted to go hide and cry.

I really didn't care that I had a girl. It was what the rest of the family wanted. But I could never live with a girl with "that" name. I would need therapy, no doubt.

It was that bad.

I figured Jarom was just taunting me, that it was a game, until she would be born. Then he would throw out some beautiful name (which would be anything but "that" name) and I would be at peace.

I kept telling myself that but I never believed it. I was on the verge of tears anytime anyone mentioned me having a girl. I was sure I was getting an ulcer or heart failure it hurt so bad. Emotional hurt.

Just what pregnant women need is self-esteem issues.

I tried not to plea with the Lord and be satisfied with what he has blessed me with. Sometimes pleas aren't even necessary. He knows your heart.

The day I found out I was having a boy people will never know the relief and rejuvenation I felt. I even felt a tad guilty that my boys weren't getting what they wanted but not that guilty.

Sheesh, my pregnancy has been better all around the board.

So what's in a name. . .A LOT.

Maybe next time my hubby will be lucky and get his girl, if there is a next time. I won't feel obligated to keep a promise of giving him "first name" naming rights. I won't feel pressure to that hideous name.

Food

2010-09-26T16:41:00.000-04:00

Ah, food can be such a personal thing to me and can get me really roused up when people start talking about it. Just a few weeks ago a friend of mine did a week of cooking with her to cook more healthy items. I love her passion and enthusiasm and agree with her in so many ways but the "devil's advocate" comes out in me and makes me want to rally for the mac n' cheese and hot dog lovers.
After many comments and pushing her buttons I decided I would write back with my own blog post. That was about two weeks ago. I had so much to say I didn't know how to say it all. Though I will quickly throw in that I am more educated on the matter than some might give me credit. I don't love to cook but I love the chemistry of food, and I was a lab tech for a few years in Bacteriology, Toxicology, and Pharmacology. I learned a lot.
Then after last night's Relief Society broadcast I felt humbled. I decided to just simply say that food is all about CHOICE. PERIOD.
And with that thought I thought I would share one of the yummiest chocolate chip cookie recipes I've made in a while! I stays soft for days. Eat up!

DOUBLE CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES (makes about 7 dozen)
courtesy of Southern Living Magazine Nov/Dec. 2008

1 cup butter, softened
1 1/2 cups creamy peanut butter
2 1/2 cups firmly packed brown sugar
2 large eggs
1 egg white
1/2 cup sour cream
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
3 1/2 cups bread flour (I just used plain all purpose and it seemed fine)
1 tablespoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 cups sweetened flaked coconut (I used much less b/c it makes me think of hair)
2 cups semisweet chocolate morsels
1 cup miniature semisweet chocolate morsels

Preheat oven to 350.
In a large bowl, beat butter and peanut butter at medium speed with an electric mixer until creamy. Add brown sugar, beating until creamy. Beat in eggs, egg white, sour cream, and vanilla until combined.
Combine your flour, baking soda and salt. Gradually add to butter mixture until combined. Add coconut chocolate morsels until combined.
Drop batter by heaping tablespoonfuls, 2 inches apart, onto ungreased cookie sheets. Bake for 10-15 minutes, or until lightly browned. Let them cool. Store in airtight container for up to 1 week.
*With my oven the perfect time seemed to be around 9-10 minutes. Also I only made about 4 dozen cookies the first round so the rest I refrigerated. The cookie dough taste pretty yummy too and makes up well for later.

One Year

2010-09-24T08:39:00.000-04:00

This day I knew would come and yet somehow my emotions have taken me by surprise. Thanks to pregnancy and the need to have to always get up in the middle of the night to go pee, I was up at four, 4:09am to be exact. I went back to bed and just lay there not being able to go back to sleep. Before I knew it I was crying. Trying not to wake my quiet house I just let the tears flow. My pillow was wet. My hair was wet. My eyes were pouring. I just wanted to go back to sleep I had a house to run in just a couple of hours. But I lay there and thought of my brother Doug. His love for life, friends, and family. His positive attitude. I just hoped to carry those things on too.
I thought about how I planned to do just that by planning my day cram packed full . . .like take my friend out for her birthday because I love her. He was good to his friends. Build a train track with Hyrum and even some DDR with the older boys. Doug loved his family. Teach a dance class because I never miss an opportunity to dance and share my passion. Doug was really passionate about his activities. Then go out with my husband tonight with friends and cherish how much I love them. The thoughts just overwhelmed me. It led to one thing after another.
My Stake President's wife asked me this summer, while we were at Philmont, how I was doing. She told me how she felt when she lost her father. When that first year came SO FAST and it was fairly difficult. She wasn't near the grave site or family. She didn't know if it was OK to move on or not and she just didn't want to forget. I know how she feels right now.
Thankfully, I still have my sweet husband (whom I probably woke up despite my efforts) and he put his hand to my arm and pulled me to his side of the bed and wrapped me up in his arms and just held me while I REALLY cried. . . for a long time. I was completely in love and loved at that moment and so glad that I still have this person to hold me and comfort me. Where would I be without him? Though I no doubt believe that our marriage is eternal, there are moments where that seems to far away for the here and now. Oh how my heart goes out to Mary this day!
And though I have the desire to hang up that black dress, for the year has come, I know that it's still alright to be sad. There will be times that I will have a memory of Doug come to my mind. But this day I will never forget. Never.

Fireplace. . . complete

2010-09-17T08:17:00.000-04:00

It's FINALLY done! This project went longer than planned, as all projects due. However, not doing this one myself I really can't complain.

I was excited to see this project through and the contractor was great about letting me be involved. He knew that I knew what I wanted. I learned a lot in the process of things that work and don't work.

The best part is even if I didn't get to do it by myself it is still MY design and to see it completed from my head, to paper, to finish is pretty awesome.

Funny story, well it is now. If you want to avoid possible marriage counseling get your measurements right. Jarom has been so patient with my projects throughout the years and kindly funds most of them. This one he agreed to as long as I had a place for all the "equipment." I clarified that it was covered, not to worry. After measuring a gazillion things when the project was complete I had measured my cabinets not deep enough. I'm still baffled by how I was so off on those measurements. And when Jarom went to put everything together just to find that none of it fit. . .let's just it was not a happy moment. He was LIVID!

On a happier note, despite the fact that I ended up over budget because I had to have my shelves replaced I was able to incorporate a little more design without demolishing the shelves altogether. The contractor was kind and on board with my idea. In the end, Jarom liked the new design better.

I had the shelves curved to extend the depth 3 1/2 more inches without looking weird.

I'm still in debate on my color choices (there is always something, right?). . .my cabinets should probably be more of an off-white than pure white, and I'm not crazy about my yellow with the tile. I do LOVE the tile and it was one of those last minute changes (when I realized my budget allowed) but the paint had already been purchased. Nothing I can't change down the road.

Overall, I'm really happy with the outcome. The TV still remains GINORMOUS but it's not uncomfortable for us to watch and I've gained about 3'x8' in my living room.

What to do for my next project?

Fireplace

2010-08-19T11:57:00.000-04:00

There's nothing like a cozy fireplace at the heart of a home. But let's be honest, the kitchen is where my heart really is and the TV. I'm sure I watch way too much. HGTV, for sure! That's why I come up with these crazy ideas.
Long story short. . .my fireplace is abnormally huge and so is our TV. In design, to me it's all about balance. My family room hasn't been balanced since we moved in 5 years back no matter how many times I've rearranged furniture.
This picture is just to show how the fireplace looks. This room actually has already been overhauled. . .wood floors, different furniture, rearranged, etc. Now this is my plan to change. I know they say the TV shouldn't be the FOCUS of a room but how unpractical is that!? Sure it could be covered but why waste my money on doors that will never be closed. I say, "So what!" Let the TV be my focus with the fireplace. I just want balance and use of a currently useless wall.
The illustration doesn't show everything well because most was done in pencil and various cutouts (hence the crooked TV), but there would be the same cabinetry on both sides. This is drawn to scale.
Master Plan:

with TV "A":or TV "B":

I just hope I can really have what I've created in my mind. That's still in process. I'm too scared to attempt myself.

Problems with Prego

2010-08-15T11:12:00.000-04:00

I'm not actually talking about the sauce. I don't even eat Prego spaghetti sauce. I'm more of a Ragu kind of girl. It's cheaper than making it myself and the Garden Combination taste pretty darn good. But that is beside the point, I'm getting distracted here!
Prego as in pregnant. Yeh, I'm putting it out there again for the world to know. It's risky but I'm finally passed the miscarriage stage and honestly my belly just won't let me keep it a secret anymore. It might look as if I had my fine share of Prego sauce with all the fixin's and dessert to go along. It's embarrassing. Too many women at this time are pregnant along with me and if we were in a race for who can get larger the fastest I would have already passed them up. . . even if they are all ahead of me in the actual pregnancy. I'm going for the walrus look.
Despite the fact that I am HUGE it's not all my fault. We all need to blame this stuff on something. Even though that goes against everything I teach my children. I had to do that progesterone stuff again. Just imagine me rolling my eyes and gagging while I'm writing this. That's how I feel about that cursed hormone. I had to take it for 8 weeks and gained a good bloated 8 pounds to show for it! I have pity for all women who have had to take this while pregnant. Heck, I have a great respect for all those women who even get sick during their pregnancies without any meds being the cause. This is my first experience.
It must be a girl. It's crossed my mind. I'm coping with the fact. But honestly, it's still a sour subject. I'd rather not talk about it.
Now I'm happily off the drug, slightly slowing down in weight gain (I've asked my doctor twice if I'm having twins) and slowly regaining my energy. I sit here and think of my amazing friend Noelle who just ran a half marathon at 7 months pregnant and I'm just trying to find the will-power to clean my bathrooms.
The other issue is gestational diabetes. They are words that make me nervous and want to cry at the thought. I'm pregnant and emotionally unstable so the tears are excused. I had it for the last 3 weeks with my last pregnancy causing me to be tested at 10 weeks this time around. Yuck is all I can say. I failed the 1 hour but gratefully passed the 3 hour. I actually did cry tears of happiness. I even bought a box of doughnuts to celebrate. I will pay for that, no doubt. I have to be re-tested at 20 weeks. The thought makes me want to go buy more doughnuts!
After all my complaining no wonder Jarom wants to be done. I tell him no way. But this time around I know it's been hard. My kids have seen me become worthless, sick, and grouchy to say it nicely. I've been an emotional nut. Maybe all those years of trying to control my moods from seven brothers each month is finally all coming out at once. My poor family. Like I said, it is getting better, I promise.
What do the scriptures say? And it came to pass. . .

Jackie Evancho on America's Got Talent YouTube Show 08/10/10 HQ FULL VER...

2010-08-13T19:31:00.000-04:00

Seriously, this was amazing. I would have drawn tears despite being hormonal. I'm sure I've mentioned before that this is one of my favorite songs. Yep, it's on my mp3. I could do plies and developes forever just listening to this song. Of course, plies and developes are about the only things I can do with my big belly getting in the way. Back to my point. . .I didn't tear up because I love this song so much but because this young girl has incredible talent. BRAVO, I say! BRAVO!!

House of Beauty

2010-08-13T10:40:00.000-04:00

If there is one thing I love it's color but next to that is beautiful architecture in homes. It fascinates me. Put those two together and I am placed into another world. A trance I can't break free.

While we were in New Mexico I decided to actually make the time and take pictures of things that I really loved. It's easy for me just to take pics of the everyday normal things. But I wanted to remember some of the "detailed" beauty that I enjoyed. The Southwestern style is growing on me.

One day I kind of skipped out all together on any of the offered activities to roam the grounds to enjoy the soft grass and beautiful gardens. I actually found the gardener and had him give me my own personal tour. The little things that excite me.

Then a couple of days later I took the tour of the actual home. That was possibly not the best idea. I wanted every rug and curtain that was in that home. I might need to ask for forgiveness.

I wonder why can't homes be built like this today without all the extra cost? Homes back in the day always had some fine detail in their homes, whether it be in the trim, the floor or even the ceiling. It was quality never overlooked. Now to get any extra detail you will PAY for it. It's almost disappointing. I will just continue to dream.

Here were just a few things that stood out to me at the St. James Hotel. No detail spared even if it was in the middle of nowhere.

1. The ceiling at St. James Hotel. 2. The decor inside the money safe. It reminded me of Russian design. 3. details on the stairs 4. Each room had stained glass pictures above the door. All different. It was like it told a story.

Silverado

2010-07-20T12:15:00.000-04:00

My time at Philmont was quite the surprising experience. All I could really think about was planning for the trek cross-country. Surviving the 22 hour drive and packing EVERYTHING. I didn't really think about much else. I knew that tents would be provided, food and activities. What more did I need to think about?
The Young Men General Presidency was there providing the training and there wives were there also. These women are amazing. Especially Sister Beck (young men president's wife). I was privileged to receive a few hugs from her. It sounds crazy but there is really something magical about her hugs. It's true. It's like she passes an energy between the two of you that just radiates inside you.
It was obvious that Sister Beck and the other counselors wives had gone out of there way to make all the Silverados happy to be there. . . because we all know this probably was not the ideal vacation for any of us wives.
Outside of the normal Philmont activities planned the sisters planned several other meetings of spiritual uplifting and counsel. One of the main focuses was supporting our husbands and sustaining them and also supporting one another. For whatever reason, I was just not prepared for this spiritual insight. I came to play and enjoy the southwestern world around me. But there really is nothing like taking the opportunity to get to know other sisters in so many areas who are trying to live the gospel just like you. It's fulfilling. I quickly attempted to meet as many women as possible. Some I will NEVER forget. There testimonies built mine.
I was kind of sad to leave. I really learned so much about myself, my testimony. Our drive home I had lots to think about.
Some of those things that came to me, some I already knew I just needed to be reminded, were:

I have a great husband. He works hard for me and our family.
He works hard in his calling and I simply take the blessing for his efforts.
I hope I've never been a wife that didn't support my husband in his callings or became the "burden" of his calling. There are all ranges of areas for him to serve in the church and I would hate to think that I would be the one that kept him from serving because I'm (I've created the 3 N's) needy, nagging, or nosey. It seems selfish that I would take away opportunities for him to grow, help others grow and bless our family. Sure some callings are "time consuming" but they all have an end and I've never seen anyone regret those opportunities that have come. Besides there will come a time that I will be called to time consuming callings too and I will need his support all the same.
It's not about me. . .I'll confess, this is a tough one.
I have a great mom. I look back and think of what an amazing example she set for me. I never saw her complain about my Dad being away though now I know how hard it was sometimes.
My parents are converts and they changed their lives to be apart of this Gospel. It must be important to give up so much and work so hard to learn and teach me at the same time. They thought it important enough to raise me in such a lifestyle. I am beyond grateful. I'm in debt.
I am a daughter of God. My bishop just recently spoke about having bricks to build our testimonies. That there is always that one thing that is the main brick. (He explained it far more eloquently). But while I was at Philmont, one of the main focuses is the scouting program and building up good, strong young men. From the very first fireside on Sunday night with Brother and Sister Ochoa, for the rest of the week, it kept coming to my mind. I am a daughter of God. They need to know they are children of God. Not just that he loves you but that you are an heir to His throne. When the Spirit is with you you actual have a part of the Godhead with you. It's like royal blood. If every youth could fully understand this it's like all else falls into place. This was my brick as a youth and continues to be. It's the one thing I without a doubt KNOW.
I am 100% Southern girl.

In Over My Head

2010-06-18T15:44:00.001-04:00

As always I get into my head a project I want to do and go full force. Most of those projects are not always necessary but I think they need to be done. I know Jarom wishes I would just wash the windows for once. What fun is that project?

This time around I decided our patio needed to be fixed. There was an original patio there that the previous owners laid for their hot tub. They took the hot tub and left a really ugly patio remaining. Each year I just watched it slowly wash away because in my opinion it was done wrong. I needed to fix it. I also needed to add on to it, of course. Make it my own.

I quickly found myself in over my head.

First lesson learned: Just because they say that this project should be done with two men in 3 days doesn't mean you adding 3 more days you can do it yourself. They fail to mention that these men probably have someone else caring for their children, home, and providing their food. And I'm not afraid to admit but probably stronger.

Step 1: The original patio went to the end of the house and I felt it needed to be carried on to the end of the fence and some landscaping needed to be put in. I had the boys help pull up the bricks and I shoveled up all the sand. We reused these bricks and just bought the closest match we could find to fill in the additional space. You'll see how I worked it out to look decent.

Step 2: Then I had to dig down 8 inches. Lesson 2 learned: Red clay is hard. Really hard. I maybe completed a square yard and realized this is impossible. I had already come to a stopping point. Then my neighbor asked another neighbor if I could borrow his tiller. THANK YOU!!!! Lesson 3: Tillers vibrate something terrible and I was sure I used muscles I didn't know existed just trying to control that thing. What would have taken a week was accomplished in about 2 1/2 hours. Then I could dig up the dirt.

Finally I got most of the dirt shovelled up. Lesson 4: Rain and clay don't mix. Though the clay had been tilled after the night rain it clumped a lot of it back together. My tennis shoes where official 3 inch platforms. I already started to cheat at this point and only dug around 6 inches. I ran into tree roots and to make the ground level to those areas. Then I laid the barrier so my bricks won't wash away this time.

The gravel and sand. Ah, what a work out! I slept so well by this time. I guess I was about a week and a half into the project. It felt like day 500.

I had to have the gravel delivered. Cheapest way. Unfortunately, they couldn't get to my back yard and just dumped it in my driveway. . . on the other side of the house. Did I mention that day is was one of those sweltering 90 degree days? Twenty-two wheelbarrow's full later, I had my gravel and I could finally put down the sand. Jarom was getting ency at this point. That tarp and sand had been there a while and the grass was going to die.. . and I was over budget, slightly.

Hyrum would have done anything to play in that sand, even if it meant work.
The sand looks odd because, oh surprise, it rained again. It actually made the levelling easy.

I forgot to mention that before I laid the gravel I realized I needed to work out some drainage issues. See that gutter pipe coming down the house? That water had to go somewhere. I had to dig around an 8 foot trench for drainage to pass through to the other side of the patio. Tree roots again. Lesson 5 learned: Read instruction suggestions before working. Like where it says don't build your patio near a tree.

By this time I had to finish. I had company coming that evening. We were cooking out and having a party outside. Pretty essential. I needed this to be done. By 4pm (guest arriving at 6:30) I had to quite. I ran out of brick!!!! Seven short. It was just going to have to do. I still have a few things I have to take care of but for the most part it is finally done!

This was one of the hardest things I've done, especially by myself! My hands were swollen and I couldn't get normal circulation for about 4 days. I slept like a baby for two weeks. I hope to never work with sand again or brick this small.

The best part is that it's rewarding to finish such a task. We have already enjoyed several days and evenings out there.

Beautiful Burnette

2010-05-26T14:38:00.000-04:00

These flowers don't really have anything to do with my following pictures. I just thought they were beautiful and matched the bag I recently made. I call this bag "Beautiful Burnette," not brunette. This was for Liam's amazing first grade teacher. I really did love her. I know it's only Liam's second teacher but as a mom it's been so wonderful seeing someone care about my child and his learning.I chose to make her a bag because she loves to read and every time I volunteered we would discuss books and talk about the characters like they were real people. I love that! I also learned that her favorite colors were pink, green, and blue. I couldn't' find a blue that I was satisfied with so I stuck to the happy combo of pink and green. Mrs. Burnette is also very girlie and I felt I needed to make this bag just as girlie.
I was pleased with the outcome. (Autumn give me your bag back. I'm embarrassed. I will make you a new one.) The only problem that I ran into was that I soon learned after my plan for the bag that she had just gotten a Nook. I figured there wouldn't be much need for a bag anymore and she would need a cover for that cool new gadget.
This led me to the "nook" cover. It was going badly. I couldn't seem to create what was in my mind. FRUSTRATING!!! I had to do it twice. Unsuccesful.
Third time's a charm, maybe? In this picture I am realizing that the elastic is very crooked. I had a much different vision here to hold the nook but that elastic was not cooperating and I had to come up with something.I now have created the trifold cover. I actually liked it better.I don't know what's up with this pic but that one side of the bag really isn't all lopsided.

A long story short.

2010-04-19T10:30:00.000-04:00

It took me 12 years to decide to grow it long.
8 months of patience.
Long hair is overrated.
Did I mention I have a phobia of hair?
I hate clogged drains.
I hate loose hair EVERYWHERE!
Excuse me while I gag.
I cut it.
Happy day.
Ignore what I'm wearing.
It was early.What makes things better?
Jarom says he likes it better.
I may never grow it long again.
The End.

Party Planning 101

2010-04-18T20:57:00.000-04:00

Once I heard the announcement of the engagement and official dates, I was all on it! I love throwing a good party and it's even better when it's not my money.

I knew I wanted something modern/contemporary. I need it to pop but very simple. Nothing too ornate.

Poor Linda couldn't really decide on her colors except for olive green. I knew her favorite color was purple and she loved cala lilies. So I just took the initiative from there. Told them to trust my mom and me.

First things learned in this process. It's time consuming! Second, you need to have a team of helpers that are on the same page as you. My mom had some great sisters from the ward willing to help but getting them in the same frame of mind as us was kind of difficult. We trying really hard to get out of the "norm" for a Mormon reception. We like some twist. Lets just say we took a few things down that they put up.

I created the layout and my mom covered filling in all the empty spots. The palms were a genius filler. Plants are such a necessary item to any party.The tall centerpieces my mom decided on and I wasn't sold on completely. I was glad she convinced me because I thought they worked perfectly. I picked the flowers and beads and the table coverings. However, my mom had to do all the hard work of putting them all together since I couldn't get in town until later in the afternoon.
Then we had the centerpieces for the serving table. We bought so many vases. It got a little out of hand. Every vase was different and every arrangement. All in shades of purple, whites and green. Yet, each setting was the same. I had a vision and my mom let me complete that vision. Thank you, Mom. We had to make a few adjustments, as in any case, but the arrangements still turned out. You would never guess that I mixed fake and real flowers together.

The caters started to add the food around the arrangements.We wanted monograms somewhere. After spending money on everything else we just couldn't figure out how to work it out or in. We thought maybe it would just be too much. I knew I needed to buy candles. So, I called my friend up who has a vinyl business and asked if it would stick to wax. She wasn't sure. We designed a simple design and it worked beautifully. Candles and monograms cost all of about $20.The cupcake-cake in the center, I loved. We just wrapped boxes in a real pretty wedding paper, trying to give the appearance of a cake with a purple ribbon on the edges.My Dad was very patient with the hanging lanterns. I gave him the design and he had to hang them. Then when I got there later and would have him move them around. I was driving him insane. Love you Dad.

"Ghostbusta"

2010-04-11T20:00:00.000-04:00

Ah, a year later plus some more I've finally finished ONE more project on my list. This project seems like it's been going on for at least 10 years. It was one of my most challenging projects. There were a few days that I was ready to just throw it to the monsters.

This purse is for Autumn. My thought process in this was, well. . . crazy. Autumn is my sister-in-law, who is beyond talented. She can cook, write, dance, (probably sing), make crazy, amazing cards, etc. I was sure the one thing she didn't do was sew. So that was my first instinct to sew her something, but what? (I'll just mention it took me so darn long to complete this project that she started sewing and making purses. Who would have guessed?)

I had no choice but to continually study her blog and learn everything about her. Ok, I stalked her.

The result, Ghostbusters. I renamed it "Ghostbusta" to sound more feminine. Not sure that it really does. The red band and handles is where the design all began. It was inspired by the red symbol around the ghost.

I knew that Autumn liked every color pretty much except purple and I never miss an opportunity to put every color together. I knew just what I was looking for. The blue/gray/green floral I chose for her because it's feminine and all colors that I think she looks good in. The bottom of the bag is gold with flowers which made me think of the Golden Globes, Emmy's and other Hollywood awards made of gold. The side panels are black and whited striped. I immediately associate this pattern with wicked witches and horror films. This was a must for a girl who loves a good, scary movie that is slightly twisted and psychedelic. With that I knew I needed pink in the lining. Because every girl is "Pretty in Pink." It was a must. It was also why this project went on hold for about 5 months. I finally found something that I was satisfied with and Voila! The purse FINALLY finished.

Autumn I hope you like it but please don't feel obligated to carry it. My feelings won't be hurt.

Not to boast

2010-04-08T12:02:00.000-04:00

I can't help but pat myself on the back. Sometimes it just feels good and we all know I suffer from being quite egotistical. But I love looking at color. Let me rephrase because that's looking at color is unavoidable. I love color and being surrounded by it, using it, and I even collect paint chips. Alright, I even own a color fan. It's out. I might need therapy. Isn't there color therapy? LOL!
My favorite thing is color consulting. I thought about putting my name on a paint store board but chickened out. I never felt qualified. After reading this book I feel a little more confident.
Now I know what you are thinking, who reads decorating books? We all know that we just look at the pictures and never actually READ what they say. I'm one of those nerds that does read the actual decorating book.
I've always tried to keep a list of thoughts of how to coordinate colors. I love it when people call me to ask a color/paint question. It inspires me. And I will think about their question for days possibly weeks. Anyway, some of the things that I had already "decided" for myself and made note of was this:
1) All colors are neutral. Now people think I'm crazy and even many designers would disagree with me but it's true. When you look at a rainbow does the orange look out of place? or the green? No. What about purple? You can't just put anything with blue. Sure you can. Blue looks brilliant with red, it looks beautiful with yellow, fun and even masculine with green, perfect compliment to orange, it's even nice with brown or black. It adds contrast to pink and looks calming with blue. Are you with me? All colors are neutral.
2) With that said, you can put any color together but they have to be the same tone. If not then your colors won't look so good.
3)Leading me to say, don't sweat. I've learned by just observing people's homes, style, and myself that we are naturally drawn to the same tones. Therefore, if you like green with blue undertones you will probably like the red, yellow or orange that has that same hue. So when you wonder if something matches. . . it probably does.
4)If you look good in a color use it in your house! I look good in turquoise. I painted my bathroom that color. Even on a bad day it makes me feel good.

After reading Elaine's book (which I just realize I've blogged about her book before) I noticed she said essentially the same thing. It made me feel great to think that I was already on target and I hadn't had any training compared to this designer. Maybe I do have some talent?

Lastly, I long ago created my own "color test." Don't know if anyone has ever used it but I try to use it when I'm helping friends. It has seemed to work almost every time for me. When I saw that the author had created essentially the same thing (just slightly more in detail) then I knew, "I'm good!" Just kidding. That ego is seeping through. Humble thoughts.

I have to admit. It feels good to know that I'm good at something and that I can finally say it with confidence.

Time flies. . .

2010-04-08T10:29:00.000-04:00

. . . when you are staying busy. That's exactly how it has felt around my house. I haven't necessarily been physically busy but my mind has been racing with a thousands things I need to do and want to do. Overtime, I'm starting to think that they become one in the same.

I tortured myself and made goals once again but it actually seems to be going well for me. SHOCKER! I've got a new theory for making and keeping goals every year. Someday I can write a book on how unsuccessful I've been thus far. Until then I'll continue to try, at least. This last time though I just wrote down everything I was thinking about as quickly as possible. The list got really long. Here are a few:
1) Sewing. I haven't finished everything I've been wanting to do but I've got a few things done and in progress of finishing. It's fulfilling to finish something I came up with. I really do enjoy it but once I finish then I just come up with a new one. It appears to be never ending.

2)Primary. This year I really wanted to do better as a Primary Chorister. It's by far one of my favorite callings. It can be intimidating. I don't sing beautifully and I can never remember the words when I'm trying to teach them to the children even though I've sung the song a hundred times. It's easy to come up with something at the last minute and not really prepare. This year I wanted to be fully prepared.

To start I DON'T do poster boards. I have a weird hate towards them. Then there are all the billion website ideas. Sure, I could use them but I can't bring myself to do it. They are great ideas but not my own. Could we say stubborn? If I use any of the ideas, I tweak it so much that I've justified it being my own.

I'm into month 4. Three songs down and I think it has gone well. I've tried to come up with ways to present the music without distracting from the doctrine being taught. It's very important that the children understand what they are singing about. I think when they can visualize the actual words or actions they will remember better.

January was tricky. It was a new and long song. Then a movie theme came to my mind. I made one of those movie slappers to tell them to stop and start all over. Then every time we practiced I welcomed them to rehearsals or auditions. Our "movie" was about sharing our testimony and convincing others that we knew "He lives and that He loves me." Sometimes we would sing with opera voices (big hit) and other times I would have the kids come up and "perform." Just like in a musical. Most girls imagined they were in the movie "Enchanted." It was fun. They learned the words and understood what it was talking about. When they were distracted (junior) we would have a commercial break. The triangles remove and have different songs on the back. I did this so that I can make the wheel whatever I want it to be.

At the end of the month I rewarded them with little bags of popcorn. I believe in rewarding the kids for their hard work.

February, was another long song and kind of difficult to teach. I did as the book suggested and presented the song as a series of questions and answers. But this became boring pretty quickly. For junior primary I whipped out some pictures and let the kids take turns holding them. Repeat the words over and over. The senior primary is a challenge. They bore so quickly because they are sooo cool. Wink. Wink. So we would rotate, half the group would ask the question of the song and then the other half would answer. Vice versa. We made it through.

March. Well, it's March Madness so what's more appropriate than a basketball theme? I didn't have much time to present this song because sharing time went over TWICE and we had stake conference. Luckily it was "Follow the Prophet" with 10 versus and I assigned solos for the most part. We only had to learn the first (which they already knew) and the last. Perfect. Being the third month I always do a review. . .for the older kids. So we played 21 against the teachers. They get points for answering a question correctly and earn a shot. Then they can shoot for another point. First to 21 wins. The kids loved it. A little rowdy but it lets me know if they know their songs or not.

The little kids still needed help on the last verse so I made a train. The better they sang the more cars got added to the train. Once the cars were all added then they had to fill it up. I used pictures related to the song. They really like singing measures.

Now it's time for April and we are learning "The Church of Jesus Christ." I will do a missionary theme for this one. I have little tags for them and I'm working on a few things. It's been great having a good plan and stuff already prepared. I can definitely tell a difference in my abilities to teach and helping them learn.

Of course, I can't forget nursery! Teaching them has been fun. My necessities, carpet squares (they each have their own and it keeps them focused), treasure box (made by the previous leader, filled with genius items to go along with the songs), and stickers. They earn a sticker after singing time. They will do ANYTHING for a sticker. Recently though my new presentation has been introducing the songs incorporated with a story. Last week we went on a walk. We got out of bed and stretched (sing Hinges or HSKandT), then we went walking (slap our hand on our laps) and saw some white trees (sing Popcorn), walked some more and found a stream (Give Said the Little Stream), walked some more and saw a farm (Old McDonald), getting late need to head home to see Daddy (Daddy's homecoming), and get ready for bed (I'm Like a Star) then say goodnight (I am a Child of God). There are a million options for stories and it seems to keep their attention so far.

So there you have it. Laura's singing time. I have a few more ideas and I'll share as I go along. It is a lot of fun. Teaching children through music is very satisfying and really allows me to feel the Spirit in a different way then I would ever experience in any other auxiliary.

Now Summer is around the corner and I've got lots of outdoor projects. I can't wait.

Happy Mother's Day?

2010-03-24T09:44:00.000-04:00

I'm really wanting this. Have my blog made to a book. Very Nice. Easier than scrapbooking and still nice family album.

I'm also losing patience and counting down the days to get this book. The trilogy is sooooo good.

Jeans are a love/hate relationship but I've always had a soft spot for GAP jeans. Now they've been reinvented and even carry petite. Thank you. I've already tried on a pair and it was love at first fit.

"Motha Teresa"

2010-03-11T09:48:00.000-05:00

After six months of stalking blogs and 365 days (plus a couple weeks), I have finally finished one of my projects for the pay it forward task. I promise I did not forget. Sometimes it just takes me a while to fully complete my project how I want.

This one I call "Motha Teresa." It's for Teresa. The color combo may seem odd together but I think it looks good and I hope Teresa likes it too. The brown was picked with a cowgirl in mind. Teresa doesn't mind getting dirty and roughin' it a little. She also is a Tennessee girl by birth and at heart so I couldn't possibly go without some orange. The blue and flowers balanced out the brown and orange and added a little feminine touch. Teresa cleans up real nice and I think she looks pretty in light blue. With the fabrics picked and knowing what I wanted them to represent, I then had to come up with what I wanted to do with the fabric. After a few more weeks of stalking facebook and her blog I found she's a good baker. I thought an apron would be most appropriate to complete my thought process of fun and personal.

Teresa, sorry for the long wait. I hope it doesn't fall apart!

Autumn--seriously, yours is ALMOST done. You were tricky.

Get a Dictionary

2010-03-09T10:15:00.001-05:00

I will be the first to admit that I have a limited vocabulary. Blame genetics. Or not. Either way, it has officially blown up in my face as a problem. Not only do I have a limited vocabulary but the simple words I claim to use I have been using incorrectly.
In my attempt to leave comments I find that I should keep my thoughts to myself or simply grab a dictionary beforehand. The first would be easiest and the later (I had to look that word up just make sure I spelt and used it correctly. I still not sure, now that I looked it up.) would be wiser. I recently left a comment using the word "cheesy." I have completely used this word incorrectly I have now learned for years! In justification, I was just trying to be light hearted for a little laugh but typing that mood across is much harder than expressing it vocally. In this failed effort, I have offended not only the blogger but the followers too. YIKES!!! Thinking I was using it as a synonym to mushy, I couldn't have been further off. I do apologize for my stupidity (to the blogger and my hubby, who is still making fun of me for starting trouble with my lack of sense and it probably really does embarrass him sometimes. ) I truly meant no harm or to be rude.
I have learned that not only was my vocabulary minimal but now practically zilch. I will be exchanging my 1st grade reading over for a dictionary.

Running

2010-02-24T12:01:00.000-05:00

I've started running. Not sure why? Not sure why people enjoy this sport? It is boring...to me.

I'm lazy and I like to eat. A deadly combination.

I have slight obsessions with my weight and talk about it often. Annoying, I'm sure.

This year I have officially left my comfort zone. It's driving me crazy. Over the 7 years since I began having children I have gradually gained almost 20 pounds! Sneaky. Sneaky.

You will probably never find me lifting weights. That's more boring than running. I need something that tricks me so I don't think I'm exercising. Dance classes, I wish. Playing soccer. I would love too if all the women's leagues didn't play on Sunday. I've already looked into it.

This left me to my last resort, running. Crunches weren't working on their own and it was the only thing I could think of that would eliminate or at least shrink the muffin top.

I ran a mile. First time. Didn't die.

It's been a month now, made it to 2 miles and I'm still alive. Down ONLY 2 pounds and a slightly shrunken muffin top. My booty is HUGE however and not sure how to get rid of that one. I've got lots of junk in the trunk.

Last night though, I didn't run. I was tired didn't feel well. I also ate the rest of the chocolate soup (that equals about 10 no bake cookies) to get it over with in one day and not be tempted throughout the week. Sounding like a smart plan.

Today, I still don't feel well and already losing motivation. Running is so undesirable for me.

Maybe I will cheat, fall for the myth and purchase these fabulous-sounding shoes.

5 months

2010-02-24T11:22:00.000-05:00

Today it has been 5 months since the death of my brother. It's amazing how little things can still trigger thoughts of him in my mind. Unfortunately, had his circumstance been any different it probably wouldn't cause me to tear up. Interesting that all these years I only saw him about every two years and now I think about him twice as much. Death really changes everything.
I see cyclists on the road and immediately slow down.
This weekend is the North End Classic in Yuma, AZ. Doug, from what I understand, kind of got this up and going again making it a big race. This year it will be renamed in his honor as the the Doug Flynn Memorial North End Classic. I think this is amazing. He will always be remembered.
I have had some mixed feelings on the matter. This was his passion towards the end of his life. Several of my other brothers share this love with him and will go to ride this weekend in the race. We had jerseys made and they say "Team Flynn." I'll wear it this weekend in his honor but I will not be flying to Yuma to attend. I wonder what others will think because not all his family will be there for this event? I even wonder what some of my other family members think because it wasn't my highest priority to be there? Should I feel bad? I've mentioned before this just isn't what I remembered most about him and I don't have this strong attachment. With that, I didn't feel the need to rush out there and attend. I have so many mixed emotions about the whole thing. I guess my big thing is that all these people there, so many remember him as this cyclist. I want to hold up signs and say, "Have you seen him play tennis? Wrestle?" I know people know him for other things but I just feel like his life is starting to be set in stone as a cyclist and that was his life. This frustrates me. Is this what he would want?
I do wish I could see his sweet family.
Maybe it's selfish.
In my defense my youngest brother is getting married the following weekend and we are flying to Orlando to be at that major event.
I feel that I have moved on and have peace but I will never forget him. How could you? I look forward to seeing him again someday. I'm reminded of the hymn "Oh What Songs of the Heart." Beautiful hymn that I'm requesting now be sung at my funeral. (Jarom write that down.) The words describe just how I feel. I'm passed mourning and really have much to look forward to.

Project shop update--Courtney's closet

2010-02-06T19:35:00.001-05:00

The first two closets have been cleaned out. I learned really quickly the you cannot do this on your own. Find a loyal, honest buddy to help you out and yet respectful to your style. If you don't your closet will probably look just the same.
Courtney was my first victim that I talked into this project. Holy smokes I was probably a little ruthless! Love her style and envy her tiny figure but we probably still eliminated 3/4 of her closet. Shock was the result. Then we mixed and matched the remains to create some cute outfits. Then made a list of items she needed to complete the perfect wardrobe. The girl has got some sweet accessories to make for some fun outfits. To top it all off a couple weeks later her hubby, who loves her dearly, gave her some money to renew her wardrobe. Husbands are you getting this!?
Courtney then made her way to my house and shattered my closet. Several things I was attached to went away. This is why you need a buddy. Our kids destroyed the house so we didn't get to completely finish but got most things done. I've been forced to be creative with outfits because my hubby has yet to show up with a gift to shop at my heart's content. My list of items "needed" managed to consist of cardigans in every color. Had to adjust my list. Once again, this is why you need a buddy.
Overall, it was a fun experience, my closet is filled with only things that I actually wear, and will be heading to Lindsey's for the next round.
Oh, and I made $10 at Plato's closet. Not much but better than ZERO!
I will try to remember pictures next time.
A few other items on my list--jeans that fit right. Click here to find the perfect fit for you. Also here.

More Project Shop...

2010-01-15T16:59:00.000-05:00

In my search for finding my style and inspiration for outfits to attempt in my closet I came across some of these sights you might find helpful too...
www.polyvore.com (awesome sight)
www.thatwifeblog.com/tag/fashionably-modest/
In our Modest Opinion www.funkyfrum.typepad.com (great tips and ideas)
www.blogs.discovery.com/tlc-what-not-to-wear (more tips and suggestions)
www.mermag.blogspot.com/2010/01/hell-fit-inot-it.html (not for women's clothing but a great idea for ways to reuse the clothes you won't keep)
cally-cruze.blogspot.com/search/label/tutorials (this too isn't just clothes ideas but what to do with the clothes you don't keep)

Project Shop!

2010-01-14T09:45:00.000-05:00

This year one of my resolutions goes along with Jarom's. One of his goals was to have a certain amount of money in our savings account for the the year. I want to be able to support him in this area by trying to be a better shopper. 'Cause there ain't no way I'm not gonna shop! Let's be reasonable.
Some of my focuses have been to plan better with my groceries and watch my budget better in that area. The biggy is that I really wanted to start to update my wardrobe (it's been awhile) and to help Jarom I've gotta pinch. The plan, Shop Your Closet! I'm so excited! I've got some buddies and we are going to do it together. Our first closet will be redesigned next week. I'll try to update.
I am in no way a fashion expert but I think every person knows what they like and what they are looking for. It's just creating some new outfits from what we've got and cleaning out what we just don't EVER wear. We plan to swap or even "craigslist" a few items if worthy, anything else goes to the Goodwill. This is going to be fun and I challenge some of you to do the same. Pass the word and update how your project went.
Here's some advice/help from Glamour Mag and click on "make over your closet in 3 easy steps." Did I mention I love this site for CUTE dresses http://www.shabbyapple.com/? I love dresses.

Shop your closet

2010-01-14T09:37:00.001-05:00

Happy New Year

2010-01-05T10:22:00.000-05:00

Cough. Cough. It's already that time again. I'm already embarrassed...cough. Cough. As I clear my throat and fess up to once again with what goals I fell short. Last year, my monthly idea sounded great but by the end I just simply started playing by ear. Not a wise decision on my part. Uh-uhm, I also made this huge spill on focusing on accomplishments. Here's to a slap in the face:

"We review the past only to see where we have made mistakes and where we might improve. When we become satisfied with what we have accomplished, we begin to deteriorate. We either progress or retrogress. Let us not make the same mistake as the bricklayer, who from a high scaffold stepped back to admire his work." -- N. Eldon Tanner, 1979

This was given in a talk two Sundays ago and this quote hasn't left my mind. Boy, do I feel like an idiot. I believe it was also mentioned in the talk that those who set goals and work to keep them become better people by showing focus and discipline. Yeah, well I already knew I lacked in both. So maybe this year my goal should be simply to keep a goal!

Overall, I can look back though and say I have actually had a wonderful year. It also was a year of emotions and tragedy but yet a year of strength. I am happy to say that I wanted to do projects around the home and make a few things and I was able to be successful in those areas. I think being able to look back and see my success and hope to continue it into this year and the mistakes...well, there are a lot of ways to improve there.

I look forward to this year's adventures.

Miscarriage

2010-01-01T00:00:00.000-05:00

This being my personal sight I figured it would be an appropriate place to express my feelings at this time in my life. Plus, I feel like since I publicly announced it to the world I need to publicly denounce it. Miscarrying just two days ago, one could imagine that I'm probably devastated. I've even thought to myself, "Wow! Not a great year for living! First my grandfather, then my brother, now this." But it was nothing like that at all. I don't even classify it with the other two. I just have to start from the beginning.
When I found out I was expecting I wasn't surprised but excited. I was ready. However, I could never get focused and visualize myself with this fourth child. I figured, nothing new it's the fourth child! It's routine now. But then things started getting out of whack for my body. I'll spare details but finally I was forced to go to the doctor. The baby was normal and healthy at 8 weeks. I was not. I needed a Rogam shot and progesterone. My heart goes out to every women that has ever had to take this stuff. IT'S THE DEVIL!!! I got acne, was tired, sometimes delusional, tired, bloated, gaining weight by the hours (literally), exhausted, hungover every morning when I woke up, did I mention that I was tired? After the DHS extravaganza I was not going to fall asleep. For the past week and half I think my boys have only seen me move from one place to the other just to lay down in a different position. I was officially worthless. Oh, and that minor detail that I had been bleeding at this point for almost a month. I was tired.
At ten weeks, I wasn't suffering from morning sickness, pain, or anything that would seem normal for the first trimester. I finally talked to Jarom and knew that I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer this just wasn't right. We had thought that my body was working really hard to keep the baby alive or it was working really hard to abort the baby. At that point we had accepted the worse.
The next day I had to go into the doctor I was starting to lose too much blood. At the ultrasound we immediately saw that there was no longer a heart beat and the baby hadn't grown since the last visit. I wasn't surprised. I was felt prepared. My doctor tried so hard to console me and make sure I was doing alright. He wanted me to understand that it wasn't my fault. That had never even crossed my mind.
I find my brain just doesn't work like others. I feel awkward not feeling sad realizing maybe I'm not an emotional person OR my positivity is beyond "the norm" and just don't really see reality. I've heard of the physical pain and emotional pain is just hard to overcome. I must have got the lucky end of the stick because I hardly felt any pain physically. Emotionally, so others don't think I'm completely "cold-hearted" I must explain my relief. I say this because, I have had so many call/write and feel sadness for me and comfort for me but I really have been feeling great and I think that my response as come across somewhat inappropriate.
One, I know miscarriages are not uncommon, it's my first not a continuing struggle, and I can try again. Two and probably the greatest comfort, is that I understand the Plan of Happiness. This child needed a body and I provided a way. If that's all it needed that's enough for me. Third, I don't think I could ever put into words how HAPPY I am to no longer have to be on progesterone! Today is the second day off of that crap and I feel like a new woman! I feel so relieved to have my body back. There are just no words. Lastly, it answered our/my concerns. With all my bleeding and if the baby was still showing healthy I was afraid I could be looking at some other serious problem.
Overall, I just feel relief and somewhat rejuvenated. I am in pure "awe" of how amazing our bodies have been created to handle these things. Who am I to second guess the Lord? I just can't seem to find a place for sadness. Honestly, I'm pretty grateful for that.

Finished!

2009-12-11T12:38:00.000-05:00

It's a miracle! I have finally finished one of my many projects. This particular one is been in the making for over a year. Sad, I know. You can go here and here to see how the idea began. I have to say that I was pleased with the outcome and thanks to my friend Dawn for helping perfect my little art design. It's nothing magical but I love it! However, you will find that I had to make a few adjustments after my first layout on the wall.After I rearranged the letters I still liked the look but will have to make a few more adjustments to make it look nicely balanced. Either way, it's done!!!!!

NEW MOON

2009-11-28T22:17:00.001-05:00

This time I wasn't waiting for the movie to come out on DVD. I did the hour wait in line. I loved every minute of it!!! Other than the pig quealing sounds in "Bella's bad dreams" I thought it was great. Though the one thing that stuck out to me the most was the brilliance of how they zoomed through her "depressing" months and the song in the background. I couldn't get it out of my head. Sad song but very good in a strange way. I love it! So here's some juicy clips to Possibility by Lykke Li.

Hats are back!

2009-11-28T21:03:00.000-05:00

I want this one!

A couple of weeks ago I went down to stay with my mom while Jarom, my Dad and the boys went to a football game. Just hangin' out was fun but what's a little "Mom time" without shopping? My mom loves to shop.

We headed to a little town much like Mayberry called Chickamauga and I'm not kiddin' around, this is a small little town where every body knows everybody. It's cute. It has cute shops. First stop, Galleries on Gordon. It's a big room with lots of booths of beautiful things you MUST have essentially. Then we headed to this cute, CUTE place called Peaches Fine Millinery (her sites not fully up and running just yet). The owner was as fun as the name of her store. She practically let me try on every hat in the store and even let me take pictures. I am convinced that hat wearing should be back in style. There were a few I was convinced could be worn anywhere with anything. There were all styles for all people/children. It was a great time.

Enjoy my many awkward poses.

My lovely mother in her lime green.

Not my favorite hat. Make head look enormous. No doubt it would look very cute on a winter's day on the right shaped head. However, if I was in my cat suite, with fishnet leggings, and black heels I might could have pulled if off. I just hope no one would have to witness that!

Though I look like I'm a person completely lost in space I really liked this hat.

I felt just like Queen Elizabeth in this hat. It was not the least bit flattering on me but it was a must to try on. I thought it was beautiful.

OneRepublic - All The Right Moves - Official Music Video (HQ)

2009-10-30T17:03:00.001-04:00

I want to be in this video!

Making Progress

2009-10-30T15:42:00.000-04:00

I don't want to think about how long it has taken me but it's getting done. That's what counts, right?

I've been working on my stairs and they are coming along. I still need to put down the polyurethane. I'm trying to decide how I'm gonna do this considering this is our only way upstairs. Can't say that I'm really satisfied with the turn out but I still like it better than before.

The before...way before...with carpet.

My decision to pull the carpet.

The ALMOST finished stairs. Jarom is really losing his patience with me.

The carpet on "the rise" at the top step drives me insane!!!! There's nothing I can do about that until we replace the carpet....hint, hint Jarom!

Thank You Mr. Bean

2009-10-27T08:43:00.001-04:00

Thanks to Mr. Bean's Holiday movie (I think he's so funny) I was introduced to this beautiful piece. Though the movie is a comedy I actually cried when I watched the scene with the song. It was magnifique! The actual words are in Italian but the translation is a beautiful love song. (I'll post later.)
I have a little soft spot for a good opera song and I even have some of my favortie singers. You gotta have room in your genre for Sarah Brightman but I love Katherine Jenkins too. Here I've posted Sissel Kyrkjebo (Norwegian). Love her. Just watch and you'll see not only is her voice smooth and just right but she's beautiful all around. I enjoy watching her sing.

Seducing Mr. Perfect Part 1

2009-10-26T12:30:00.001-04:00

Seducing Mr. Perfect Part 1

2009-10-26T08:54:00.001-04:00

Came across this while searching for something else on youtube.com. I couldn't resist watching and now I'm gonna have to go rent this movie. A perfect chic-flic! This reminds me of my old friend Ji- Young. Enjoy the little clip.

...Scratch the renting I just watched the whole thing in 10 minute clips on youtube. Not that I really had the time to spare but it was just too cute. I always enjoy a good foreign film.

Ups and Downs

2009-10-14T22:51:00.000-04:00

With my brother's death it's hard not to think about it often. I think I've done well with moving on but there are still moments that trigger me.
Going to Arizona was a difficult trip. I was full of so many different emotions I wasn't for sure how to feel. Seeing my sister-in-law and her family was a tender moment. I just thought how could I have ever complained about my situations sometimes. Yet, she still is so strong and doing so well. I was grateful to see my brother's had married good wives and were there for them, holding them, wiping their tears.

His sweet baby Joseph.

Mary (the SIL) asked me to give the eulogy at the funeral. I didn't think I could do it but now I'm so glad that she had the inspiration to ask me. Many little miracles happened while my family was there together but a simple one happened to me just recently. Just another testimony that the Lord know me and what I need. Last Friday is was to be a part of my family.

Growing up I never felt "left out" technically. I was the girl and shared absolutely NO interest with most of my brothers but I always felt a part of most things. My brother Doug loved sports and whatever sport he was doing at the time he did 100%. Hands down it was his life, almost. Well, the last 6 years he picked up cycling along with about 4 or 5 of my other brothers. It was a major part of his funeral. It was amazing. However, a little part of me felt empty because this was what everyone talked about and it wasn't how I remembered him. I felt disassociated in some way. I couldn't seem to explain my feelings.

About 70 cyclists showed to lead the precession with 5 of my brothers leading the way. It was the coolest thing.

The other day I was reading a blog post about my brother. It commented on the unique bonds and relationships between brothers. BAM! I just burst into tears for the rest of the day. I just couldn't seem to stop. It was a true statement that really got me hard. For me, it clarified some of my emptiness. I felt selfish for feeling this way and wanted so hard to fit in with what seem to some how "hit home" to all my brothers. Something that will never happen. Sisters have special relationships brothers have unique bonds. Where do I fit in with all this? I don't have sisters and I'm not a brother. This is such a hard feeling to explain, even to myself.

My brothers and Kyle (who mine as well be a brother, he lived with us for a year and a best friend to the family.)

OK, this is a really kinky picture, but I wanted to show the shirts they had made for the ride. New jerseys are being made for official rides as I type.

I will do my part in help to raise awareness for cyclist on the roads because this was the unfortunate way of my brother's death. But will I live a legend of cycling for him? Probably not. I will always remember him as a sports enthusiast, no doubt, but I will let my brothers do the cycling and the other things they do because that is their unique bond.

As for me, after much thought and consideration of whether I have "subconsciously" always struggled to fit in, I figured, "Who cares. So be it." I will continue to do so if that's the case. I will just try to make my own individual bonds with my brothers because if there is one thing that I could choose to remember Doug for, was that he was a family man. He loved his family. I do too and I want to carry that legend on.

I love you Doug and all my brothers.

In memory of Doug Flynn

2009-10-08T20:32:00.001-04:00

This ws shown during my brother's viewing before the funeral. I think my other brother's did a great job at putting this together. The end is perfect even though it makes me cry every time. He will be missed. Ahhh, I was blessed to be his sister.

Reading

2009-10-08T08:15:00.000-04:00

What the heck, forget goals! I have accomplished something that I would have never put on my "list." I'm not much of a reader but somehow managed to read more books this year than I think I've ever read. I should be completely embarrassed by this I'm sure, but hey, I'm just statin' the facts!

My year started out with the Twilight Saga. Holy crap that will mess with your life! It was so good I had to read it twice. Finally, I had to return the books to their owners before the books consumed me. Crazy it sounds but so true. I had no idea what I was getting myself into and for now I'm just trying to stay away. Thanks to Linds though, she got me the movie so I can still enjoy it all I want.

To get my fix with Stephenie Meyers, I went on to read The Host. It was no Twilight but definitely good. Very good. I have to say that Ian won my heart...even over Edward. I see you rollin' your eyes thinkin' I've gone mad.

Enough is enough and I had to COMPLETELY move on. Since those are Stephenie's only books that wasn't too hard. My friend recommended the Gemma Doyle Series. First book interesting, different, but enough to keep you reading. Second book, AWESOME. Third book, I wanted to strangle the author for putting me through such torture. I had to read because I HAD to know what was going to happen. Spoiler, I'm still wondering and waiting for book four, but it ain't happening. There will only be three. AAARRGH!

Off to Harry Potter world to review before the big movie.

Ah, then I was handed The Hunger Games. Somehow one of the BEST books I have ever read. Seriously! It is clean, no swearing. That's nice for a change. The book is futuristic, with some gore, and a sprinkle of romance. Must read. It doesn't end there. Then there is Catching Fire. Even better than the first book. I couldn't put it down. What I thought was coming to an end ends up being a trilogy. That's great except the second book JUST came out the beginning of September. What am I suppose to do now?

I guess I will try the next recommendation and prepare to read yet another trilogy The Mark of the Lion. I've heard nothing but excellent reviews. Some even say it's better than Twilight. Is that possible?

So here's to good reading. It's done me some good. I'm up for any other recommendations. Maybe eventually it will help improve my grammar. ;)

All this pics of books have been taken from Amazon.com...figured I had to give some credit to avoid any copyright laws.

Drafts

2009-09-17T22:38:00.002-04:00

I have about 15 drafts sitting on my blog and not one completed. I'm planning on doing that EVENTUALLY. I have so much to write about and procrastination is my name. If you follow don't give up on me!

The Humble Rug

2009-09-14T08:16:00.000-04:00

There once was this girl who found this rug. It was in a variety of beautiful colors all which just happen to be her favorite colors. Orange, teal, red, gold, and some green. The moment she saw this rug she knew she had to have it. It was the most beautiful rug and would give the feeling in her home that she was looking for. So, she speaks to the salesman and ask to bring it home for a day to see it in her home. The girl couldn't have been more pleased with the cozy, fun, and inviting feeling it brought into her home. There was no other rug that could compare. This was the one.

The she realized that this rug was far more than she could really pay and the man of the home said it must go back. Disappointed that she would have to return it the next day she tried to think of ways to purchase this fine item. She looked for possible flaws, begged for a discount, tried to deduct from her monthly food savings, called different merchants for a better price, and a few other things. She was unsuccessful and the man of the home said it must go back.

Then, along came her fairy mother-in-law who said she would pay for half. No strings attached. The girl was surprised and excited. The man of the house agreed to the terms. The girl looked at the rug and all it's beauty. She thought of it's fine design, excellent wool and beautiful colors used to construct it's perfectness. She knew this rug would last forever.

Then she thought some more. It wasn't the rug that created the feeling of her home but her. The rug made her happy but so does the the man of the house and the little ones she tends to. The young lady was taught to work hard for the things she would like and knew when she made the decisions to tend to little ones she would have to give up some things. There was a lot of money to be spent here and was the rug really where she wanted to put that investment? The rug may last a lifetime but not forever.

The young lady rolled up the rug, placed it in it's plastic cover and returned it to the store. Though the offer was just what she wanted it's price no longer mimicked it's worth. The girl was right about it being perfect and maybe it was just what she needed...to help remember the important things.

The Twilight Saga: New Moon Trailer in HD Video by Trailer Park - MySpace Video

2009-09-14T07:45:00.001-04:00

The Twilight Saga: New Moon Trailer in HD Video by Trailer Park - MySpace Video

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Dance tune

2009-09-04T08:20:00.000-04:00

I couldn't resist but this song is so fun. Waving my hands like yeah!

Compulsive?

2009-09-03T16:17:00.001-04:00

It's been a year since I've been able to move my TV in the living room. The day finally came that I could no longer take it. I paid the cable company $55 to come out and "relocate" my cables so that I can rearrange my room. Jarom was not very happy and this is definitely coming from the grocery budget. Now the fam will just have to live mac'n cheese for about a week. I couldn't control it any longer, something had to be done!!! I'm starting to think I really have a problem, hmmmm?

Missing

2009-07-24T16:46:00.000-04:00

Well, it's been so long since I've updated I feel like I'm a missing person. I've been pretty busy with some house projects but really excited to get these things done. I love working with my hands. I'm such a visual person and things that require physical work. To create or build something myself is very gratifying. Know whatta mean?

Until school kicks back into gear I might still be missing but I'm trying to get back on track. After all my hard work (and confession, lots of evening movie watching and SYTYCD addiction) I need to get back to some blogging therapy.

Might I also add I haven't been the same since I read Twilight. Seriously, Stephenie Meyers has some kind of major voo-doo, hypnotic, subconscious writing skill. It's so awesome and mad at the same time. Feelin' me? Please write another book soon (begging...pleading).

Beyoncé - Halo

2009-04-24T15:22:00.001-04:00

Inspiration

2009-04-23T15:18:00.000-04:00

Lately, I've been in quite the melancholy mood. Not a normal state for me but it happens. Hormones. So when I hit this wall I turn to music. There seems to be a song for everything. From there it makes my head wonder to a world of ideas. I never know what will come about. Don't worry, I don't think I'm mental.

This time around I've felt the need to dance. I rarely hear a song that I like that I don't begin to choreograph movements. I could have a book if I started writing down all my ideas. The other day, "Halo" by Beyonce won my heart and I couldn't help but play it a hundred times. I danced for two hours. It felt so great!!!! Tipton was sure I was crazy but thought my "ballet thingy's" were cool. He decided to dance along.

Yesterday I danced more. I just couldn't stop. The sun was shining and here I was literally breakin' it down on my patio. Then I turned to the grass. It was so cool on my feet. It was so much fun I could hardly stop!

Today, I'm definitely feeling it and I'm back to my normal self. However, I don't think I can stop dancing just yet.

I heart dancing and music!!!! It inspires me to move. A talent I promise not to bury. Who cares if I'm good or not I love it! My mind is still ticking with a few other songs. What a feeling!

Hair

2009-04-19T16:14:00.000-04:00

I have hair issues. One, I don't like loose hair...especially animal hair. It makes me gag, literally. But the real issues is growing it out. I thought maybe I should attempt considering I have worn it the same pretty much for the past 12 years. Sounds scary now that I just watched myself type that...eek. I love short hair and feel that it suits me well but I'm feeling bored. In my attempt, I have made it ALMOST to my shoulders.
Today for church (since we don't meet until 1:00pm) I tried to do some curls. This is one of the greatest disadvantages of having seven brothers. I cannot do hair. My attempts were rough and gave up before I ever made it to the back. I'm sure it looked freakish but I had no idea what I was doing. Hence, I guess the reason for short hair. Much easier. Tipton said, "Mom you hair looks crazy!" Liam says," You don't even look like our mom." The catch, Jarom liked it and almost in his eyes begged that I would stay patient and not whack it off. He liked the curls.
I trust my children because they would never lie to me about this kind of thing, but Jarom never comments on ANYTHING I do. This has to be considered.
At church, I was flooded with compliments. It made me feel great. It also made me think was I looking that bad? Or did it look that bad that they didn't know what else to say but lie? I'm sure I'm reading too much into this.
Somehow in the end. I like the change. Didn't look too bad and if Jarom spoke well, then I keep at it a little longer.

Confessions of a Twilight reader

2009-04-18T17:57:00.000-04:00

I've never been into a book in a long time. I literally could not put the book down and couldn't even give you a reason. I read the entire saga in one week. That I have NEVER done. I loved how it ended yet so sad that it did. Edward is beyond dreamy and I still wonder how to pronounce Renesmee's name so that it actually sounds pretty and I still have pain for poor Jacob. I can't really say what it was that just grabbed me but since I've been reading I definitely haven't been the same. I still go through and read random parts of the book that I loved. I always find something new that I didn't notice before. I'm all ready for round two. I guess I should have just read that darn books when everyone else was and I wouldn't feel so psycho.
Embarrassingly, I have to say somehow I have become quite obsessive. I love going to stepheniemeyer.com and listening to her playlist to each book. It helps complete the story.
Seriously, I need to get a grip and GET A LIFE!!!
PS. Don't read this book when it's "that" time of the month.

April Fool's Day

2009-04-01T12:45:00.000-04:00

I think the only fool I can write about is me. I'm completely kidding myself thinking that I can keep goals!!! It's really sad. BUT instead of getting down on myself I sat in my bed last night and thought, "Maybe I didn't finish my goals for this month but why not? What did I do?" From there I decided to make a list of things that I did accomplish. It wasn't what I planned by I felt pretty good about what I was able to do this past month. It would be "fool"ish to overlook these things because I'm too busy thinking about the 3 things I didn't complete.

Things I did do:
cared for the sick and needy (my Tipton and Hyrum who were sick for almost 2 weeks)
did my visiting teaching
remembered to call my sis-in-law for her birthday
made myself a dress (not beautiful, but for a first attempt still wearable)
lost sleep for 2 days worried about the paint color Cally was going to put on her wall (I would have never chosen that color for her)
offered to paint one room for someone for the service auction
made a fancy cake (Jarom does all the baking but it actually turned out yummy)
planted three blueberry bushes
divided my lilies
picked weeds
prepped my garden
colored A LOT for Liam's class...and still coloring
kept the nursery for another ward's enrichment night
went to Jarom's basketball game
went to the temple
planned a week full of Spring Break activities and had so much fun with my family...priceless
researched for a week on counter tops for the kitchen

My month wasn't so bad.

I love getting mail...

2009-03-09T20:36:00.001-04:00

especially awesome pics like this! This is going in my boys bathroom...too cute.

Anyone up for a trip to Memphis?

2009-03-02T17:11:00.000-05:00

Memphis Auditions

*NOTE Audition Venue Change*

The Cadre Building*

149 Monroe Avenue

Memphis, TN 38103

MONDAY, MARCH 16, 2009

DOORS OPEN AT 8:00 A.M.

I'm soooo dreaming about this...maybe in another life. :)

A dreadful day

2009-03-02T09:25:00.001-05:00

I've been dreading this day because it's March and I wasn't quite ready for February to end. What I really mean is that I didn't' meet my goals for this month. Simple ones. I still couldn't do it. It's official I'm a selfish mom. It's so much easier to let Tipton just do his own things and play and me do mine. It's a great system. But I know I wouldn't hurt to sit down and play with him. So my attempt to spend more time was unsuccessful. How do measure? I don't know. I just know when I'm not doing it. As for sticking with my January goal I did pretty well and for making something...I made a lot of new dishes for supper and started making a dress but didn't finish. But Tipton was my focus and my vision seems to still be blurred.

One day I did truly break from my routine and just had some good ol' unstructured time together. We played "What Time is it Mr. Wolf?," played some soccer, went for a walk, did some cool moves off the mini trampoline and finished off with some Wii bowling.

2009-01-31T10:21:00.000-05:00

Pottery Barn read my mind.

Check!

2009-01-31T09:52:00.001-05:00

I can officially start my year off with a smile, for many reasons, but specifically because I have accomplished my first goal of the year. I can check it off. YEAH!!!! It does feel good to say that I have finally finished something that I started and I think I chose a good one for myself.

There are always many blessings that come from simply reading your scriptures. You just feel good and things seem to go better. I'm a much better mom hands down. However, I didn't see an angel or have some great revelation. But I was touched by the Spirit, sometimes inspired, my mind was cleared and I understood what I read.

All of this is great but the greatest blessing and feeling that came (that I feel will be OK to share) is there is enough time. I'm sure I was receiving blessings from reading my scriptures but this time there were more blessings for showing the Lord that I have time to do as He has asked. I didn't have to study 30 minutes. I just needed to show that I love the Lord by giving my time in the basics. I did read and I felt better for it, especially when I read in the morning versus night. On top of that, my short days that seemed so busy and I wondered where the day had gone, was no longer a problem. I had time. For once, time slowed down for me. When these marvelous things happen I wonder how could anyone doubt there is a God?

I also learned a lot from my readings. I would suggest reading the latter parts of Alma even some of Heleman. I felt this was our world today in many ways. Reading about the wars in the scriptures for once wasn't boring.

There you have it goal #1 complete. I've not yet decided on goal #2. Tomorrow.

Concord Crossing

2009-01-17T10:13:00.000-05:00

I'm loving this Colonial/ Cottage type home. It's very simple and deceiving in it's appearance. It looks like a rancher but yet it's a 2 story, open-spaced home. Designed by Wm. Brian Jernigan, Inc. and in the January issue of Southern Living just click HERE for more details. Here's a few things why I would like to build this home:

spacious but not wasted space
a beautiful majestic stairway is nice in the foyer but I like it best when it's in a more reasonable area close to traffic, plus I hate opening my front door and practically greeting people up my stairs, I really like it here in the family room
who needs a formal living area? a study's much better
you can't see the kitchen from the entry and the kitchen is out of the way of the flow of traffic it's by the garage where it needs to be
I really like the separate breakfast room but it is kind of far from the stairs
the laundry room is not near the kitchen...it's a miracle!!!! unfortunately it's downstairs but still near the stairs, a great bum workout
I love the upstairs, simple, straight to the point, large rooms, no long hallways, makes vacuuming so much easier
porches everywhere
big garage

Oh, someday.

2009-01-16T16:26:00.000-05:00

I thought I would try out this fun little tag that looked fun on my friend's blog. Then I when I was assigned the letter "P" I realized I liked her tag because she had the letter "L." But what the hey, a challenge always adds a little twist. Here it goes.

Pick 10 of your favorite things with specific letter. The catch, the letter is randomly assigned to you by the blogger you're playing with...Maryann gave me the letter P.

1. Party People: this was honestly the first thing that came to mind along with some loud bass in the background and a little rap something like this, "Tag team's back again....Whoomp there it is!" You know the tune. Don't deny it. Yeah, good memories. Nothing like an ol' school classic. Nice.

2. Parties: I love parties whether I'm throwing it or attending.

3. People: well, you can't love parties if you don't love people! I do!!! I love everything about us from our unique individuality's to our cultures. It's fascinating. I love to be nosey and learn everything I can about people (not their drama just who they are). I'm a people watcher. People just amaze me.

4. Pizza and Pasta: Who doesn't love pizza? I like it with everything minus the anchovies. Pasta? That just covers the rest of my diet. If I had just gotten the letter "F" I would have just said food.

5. Point: I love seeing dancers on point and just simply well pointed toes in dance. It seems to elongate the body. Making it look long, flowing and beautiful.

6. Plants: What can I say other than what would life be without them. They beautify everything. I love beautiful things.

7. Pop Music: I think this is pretty obvious listening to my music on my blog. I love how it makes just want to get up and dance. Maybe even bailout a little tune. And even better combo--pop music at a great party with fun people. Oh yeah!

8. Paisley: I use to love my brothers ties growing up because they all had paisley on them. I thought it looked so good. I'm really glad this lovely design is back.

9. Plump: I like plump people in artwork. Sound crazy and slightly funny but it's true. There's something about round, plump people that make me happy. You know Santa is round and plump and he makes everybody happy!

10. Pretty: I love feeling pretty and surrounding myself with pretty things. Despite the fact that I had 7 brothers growing up and now currently live with 4 more, I love pretty things and feeling girly.

If you would like to entertain yourself while bored one day leave me a comment and I'll send you a special letter...oooooh.

New Year's resolutions

2009-01-08T22:00:00.000-05:00

I hate making resolutions/goals whatever you want to call it. Every year Jarom and I sit down and do it and I dread it every year. I try to think of things I would like to do and accomplish but just can't seem to come up with any reasonable "goals." Every year I write down about 6-7 or seven things, long-term, and they get broader every year. I close the book and never look back at them again. That would have to be another goal. Then the next year comes and I've only accomplished 2 or 3. It's so frustrating because I feel that even though I didn't complete all my "written" goals I still managed to accomplish many things. But all of that is quickly over looked when I reopen that book and hear from "some persons" that I don't like making goals because I never achieve them. Ouch! Talk about feeling like crap.
With my years has come a little, tiny bit of wisdom. That is, I have a long term goal and it's to be a good mother, wife, daughter, sister, and friend. To be a righteous daughter of God and to live with Him and my family in the eternities someday. He's made me unique and different and how I set and achieve my goals don't have to be like everyone else!
With that said, my only goal for this year was to set a monthly goal and meet it. Baby steps, right? It always is for me. But it gets me where I want to go. To often I have tried to do things the way Jarom was doing it and it just wasn't working for me. I've realized that's OK. I don't have to do it the same way as long as we are focused on the same thing. The point is simply make a goal and achieve and be a better person for it. I hope with my new plan in place I can do just that!
My first goal is to read a chapter from the Book of Mormon everyday. Sounds crazy!? It's hard to read everyday on my own. I always read with my boys and tend to "count" that or I only manage to get in a verse or two. So, even though it's not a full out 30 minutes of study it's making the time to read them everyday a little more than I was before.
I'd love to hear some of y'all's goals.

The Vain, Self-Centered Leader

2009-01-08T21:53:00.000-05:00

The truth is officially out! I took the test and these were my results. THE VAIN, SELF-CENTERED LEADER. Don't try to be nice and say, "I don't think so." I know it's true. And Dr. Phil has proven it. C'mon I have my OWN blog all about ME. I can't carry a conversation without saying something about myself. I love to be in charge and have everything MY way. I don't lack in self-esteem...I can handle the fat jokes. I mean PHAT jokes. Well, I guess it could have been worse. It could have said depressed, mental, lacking in confidence, etc. I just try to look at the bright side. :)

Nursing blankets

2009-01-03T22:03:00.000-05:00

Cousin Concentration

2009-01-02T21:44:00.000-05:00

I love the Christmas time. It's my favorite! I love how it makes me feel but really love getting things for people. I'm not a "What's on your list?" kind of person. I liked to give gifts that made me think of that person. Or sometimes I just like to do something homemade. I always hope that they feel the love from the gift and excited about receiving as I was giving (because that's not always the case). ANYWAY...

This year I wanted to do something for my siblings' families and Jarom's siblings' families. WE are all spread out and I love any kind of genealogy family thing so I came up with COUSIN CONCENTRATION. A memory game of all the cousins. I figured this way our kids could know each other a little better even though they don't get to visit often.

My first words of advice if interested in doing something like this for your fam is START NOW. It takes time and if the family is large it takes MORE time. We total 43 cousins plus my 3 boys=45!
What you need:

Pictures of every cousin/family member (a good head shot)

A list of 3 of each person's favorite things (color, food, activity, etc.)

a laminator

a good color copier or access to one (unless you wanted them in black or white...the options are endless)

email (optional)

access to a photo program ( I used picnik.com)

paper cutter

Microsoft Word or anything that makes a table

1. Unless you already have pictures of all the cousins you will need ask for a picture of each child. A good head shot.

2. Download them into your photo program and crop/resize your pictures. This part can take time because each picture is different. You will need each picture to be pretty small (around 300x400) to make a 2.5 x 3.5 playing card. When finished then create the cards how ever you want. I framed them, put their name in bold letters, and their favorite items in small letters.

3. Go into your Word program and create a table 3 x 3. Add picture from file into each window. Double click the picture and it will bring up a box that says format picture. Click on the size tab. Take the check mark off the lock aspect ratio. Then put in the width 2.5 and height 3.5. Do this for every picture. If it looks stretched go back to step 2 and resize.

4. Print on card stock or photo paper. Remember to print two of every picture so that they have a match for the game.

5. Cut each out. Be sure to measure during the process so that each card is the same size. The printer does not always print each picture straight.

6. Go into word again and create a back for the cards and glue to each card. I glued Cousin Concentration on the back of each card.

7. Laminate.

8. Cut out again adding an additional 1/16 to 1/8 of an inch around the edges.

9. Voila! You now have your game.

Be sure to allow at least a month to complete this project. I did a little bit at a time but I would say it totalled about 40 hours. But hey, some people may manage their time better than me and I was real particular about cutting everything to size perfectly.

If you want to forgo the game you can just make cute little photo books for the families too. I have lots of other ideas too. Maybe someday I will write a little book on keeping the family in touch.

Adele - Chasing Pavements

2008-11-14T22:21:00.001-05:00

I didn't really like this song at first but then I saw the video and now love it. I love the choreography. Genius!

LeTtEr aRt

2008-11-14T21:24:00.000-05:00

It's not a great pic but what's going on in mind in attempt to put on paper and eventually on my wall. After Liam's wonderful classwork inspiration I finally decided how I wanted to make it my own and put on my wall. I decided to do individual canvases on the wall, going up my staircase in the foyer. At first, I thought it might be childish looking but changed my mind. Now I'm just waiting for my big fat check from ebates.com and I can buy the supplies. I'm excited!

2008-10-24T16:56:00.000-04:00

Your result for Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz...

You Are a Katharine!

You are a Katharine -- "I am happy and open to new things"

Katharines are energetic, lively, and optimistic. They want to contribute to the world.

How to Get Along with Me

* Give me companionship, affection, and freedom.

* Engage with me in stimulating conversation and laughter.

* Appreciate my grand visions and listen to my stories.

* Don't try to change my style. Accept me the way I am.

* Be responsible for youself. I dislike clingy or needy people.

* Don't tell me what to do.

What I Like About Being a Katharine

* being optimistic and not letting life's troubles get me down

* being spontaneous and free-spirited

* being outspoken and outrageous. It's part of the fun.

* being generous and trying to make the world a better place

* having the guts to take risks and to try exciting adventures

* having such varied interests and abilities

What's Hard About Being a Katharine

* not having enough time to do all the things I want

* not completing things I start

* not being able to profit from the benefits that come from specializing; not making a commitment to a career

* having a tendency to be ungrounded; getting lost in plans or fantasies

* feeling confined when I'm in a one-to-one relationship

Katharines as Children Often

* are action oriented and adventuresome

* drum up excitement

* prefer being with other children to being alone

* finesse their way around adults

* dream of the freedom they'll have when they grow up

Katharines as Parents

* are often enthusiastic and generous

* want their children to be exposed to many adventures in life

* may be too busy with their own activities to be attentive

Take Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz at HelloQuizzy

Falling behind

2008-09-26T14:46:00.000-04:00

Since I've been back from my trip I've been trying to catch up on everything around the house and downloading pics, experimenting on picnik.com, and catching up on sleep. That's a must! So give me a good weekend and I will hopefully back up and running properly. With all that said I do have to say happily I met my weight goal! I was very excited considering I rarely meet any goal...purposefully. Now I just have to stick with my little exercise program and get more toned. And I must say, I love Wii Fit!

Inspiration

2008-09-11T18:54:00.000-04:00

I guess I'm just in the blogging mood!

Today I was inspired by Liam's classwork. I love the fun, playful yet modern contemporary feel it gives. Who would have thought children's classwork!?

I'm trying to decide...12 big squares attached with the letter S in color and then the boys initials in white or do individual ones with their first initial as the main letter with the other initials as the white squares? Hmmmm? 8x12 size? or bigger? once I figure it out I will be sure to post my results....oooh, I'm excited! Anyone else up for trying it out let me know how it goes.

A few of my favorites...

2008-09-11T14:59:00.001-04:00

During my little adventure of surfing mylifetime.com it had a section on homes, which OF COURSE, I immediately clicked on and completely forgot why I had even gone to the site. My style is pretty much Southern Traditional, Colonial, Farmhouse, Thomas Jefferson Era, and Tudor. Here are a few of my favorites out of the 33 "Dream Home Inspirations". To see all of the houses click HERE! And there had to be a quiz to determine what my "dream home" is and obviously I took it. Results, Cozy Cottage....I don't know about that one?

Classic.
This house is all about detail, from the color, trim, columns, windows to the landscaping. Love it! Very inviting.

Just call me Elizabeth Bennett.
I can just see my self throwing an "all white" party with all the guest floating in by canoes. Ahhh. This house is very romantic. I love the porch, the extra detail placed around the columns, and the vertical siding.

I don't really like this house. I mean it's OK but not my normal pick. What I do love is that red door! It makes the home.

Lemonade y'all?

I just love this house! But I think I would be daring enough to have green or red shingles for the roofing. I love a punch a of color.

Reminds me of Finland.

I don't think I could actually live in this everyday though. Best part, you don't even have to cut the grass and it still looks good.

If you look at the bench you will notice how enormous this house really is! Simple yet there's still room for beautiful little detail on the trim of the roof line. I really like the simple "salt box" look. In most cases there is less wasted space. My Favorite!!!!!!

What's your favorite?

Getting ready for fall

2008-09-11T14:47:00.000-04:00

Well, I have slowly been changing over my summer decor for fall. I love fall it is my favorite time of year and I love decorating at this time. I have so many good memories associated for this time of year. This year I'll be busy hosting tailgating parties so I need the house looking good. Currently, I'm lovin' pumpkins and hope to add a few more to my decor this year. Here's a few fall ideas I really love that (of all places) I found on the Lifetime website. I actually really like this website you should check it out or just click on any of the pictures to see more ideas.

Montenegro

2008-09-09T16:16:00.000-04:00

Yes, I too watched the James Bond Casino Royale and decided I have to go here--Montenegro. One of Europe's best kept secrets. I think it's in or near Yugoslavia? Check out the Travel Guide link on the side to see even more pictures taken by Michael Tyler. Definitely going on my travel list.

The best weekend ever!

2008-09-09T15:42:00.000-04:00

Saturday and Sunday (and Monday) have been packed with excitement for me. Despite the fact that I didn't exercise and ate terribly, it was still so great I hardly feel guilty. Instead I felt happy, uplifted, inspired, humbled, gratitude, better, and motivated. I learned new things from the speakers at Conference, from and Apostle of the Lord and strongly felt the Spirit. I was able to enjoy the company of my mother on Saturday and Jarom's parents on Sunday. I got to enjoy hearing Jarom scream and yell, clap and cheer while his favorite football teams were winning. I love genealogy and was able to do some work and find that other people are out there working for me...wow! And to add to that, I learned I was related to Lord Nelson of England ( just Google him, very interesting). But to add the cherry on top on Monday I received an email from Igor Shichanin. I had emailed the week before to see if he was the brother in the family I had lived with in Moscow in 1995. I have been searching for them for almost 10 years. When his email confirmed he was the brother of Olga I screamed and yelled and even teared up with excitement! (My kids were very confused.) I had finally found them.
I haven't many weekends like this ever!!! My life is so great.

Week 2!

2008-09-09T11:30:00.000-04:00

The second week has been so much harder and didn't help that it included a holiday. Sunday obviously I took a break.

Monday it was later in the afternoon but I was able to get in my 20 minute workout.

Tuesday, I really had to go to the grocery store so hopefully hauling two kids will account for something. And I did one set of crunches.

Wednesday, I ate terribly!!! red velvet cake, chocolate pb cookies, and the samples at sam's...chips, salsa, oh, and brownies Exercising just wasn't in the picture. But come 8:00 my kids are in bed, the Republican National Convention hasn't come on yet, and I had already told the world practically via internet that I would do this! So, I went walking for 20-30 minutes. I'm so glad I did. Heck, I even had just enough time to spare and put divide my ground beef and freeze it.

Thursday, whew this is a slow week, by mid afternoon I did my 20 minute ballet workout and then some. I'm feeling good. Played soccer with the boys that night.

Friday, I did laundry and thought about exercising. Skipped Saturday and Sunday on the physical matter but was definitely spiritually filled with several members' testimonies and wonderful counsel from Elder Pearson and Elder Bednar.

3 Days In September

2008-09-04T21:57:00.000-04:00

I watched this the other night and still thinking about it. I can't explain what I'm feeling exactly. Though a sad documentary it really touched me. I thought how can people complain and say our schools need more money? Have they seen what these kids learning with? How many times have you had to wake up afraid that 30 terrorist would come and blow up your school? I feel humble, grateful, sad, and helpless.

As most people that know me I have an unusual love and attachment to the Russian people. When I went there as a teenager I didn't realize what I was experiencing but I somehow it changed my life. I have always desired to know more about other cultures and gained a TRUE love of my country. I became more understanding. I still think about that amazing experience to this day.

My desire to someday return was obvious and even more exciting to take Jarom along the ride. So a few years back we took a cruise that stopped in Russia for two days. I cried when we got on the land. I still can't express what it is that just touches me. This place is very special. Short, sweet, and the look at the way the country is heading, probably my last trip.

When watching this documentary I cried, thanked my Heavenly Father for such a wonderful land I live in, and prayed for the people of Russia. "Father, please save these people from corruption."

Gardening

2008-08-31T18:23:00.000-04:00

I'm kind of sad to see the summer go because I will miss my flowers and vegetables. The beauty for one, but I will also miss working in the garden. It really is therapeutic. You just feel good caring for your plants and seeing what they become. I believe the women in the old days may not have had much but found great satisfaction, fulfillment in bringing up their own vegetables, flowers and making things with their own hands. I know I do. Yet, what I have enjoyed the most is being able to put those plants to use. I have loved picking my flowers and taking them to my friends as a simple gift. I don't can my vegetables maybe next year I'll learn how but I've had enough to pass along to my neighbors. It's been so fun to share. We've been counseled to build up our food storage even enough to help care for our neighbors. I"m not exactly storing it but I'm providing for my neighbors. Surely that counts for something. Maybe just the happiness it really brings.

Color combo

2008-08-31T16:49:00.000-04:00

I love all these colors especially with the little hint of blue on the rug. It covers the whole color wheel without seeming like too much.

I did it!

2008-08-31T16:18:00.001-04:00

Now if I can just keep it up!

After a gruelling Saturday of trying on jeans at Old Navy it was enough to motivate me to get my body back. Baby steps of course.

How I would love to join a gym but can't bring myself to pay. Do you think National Fitness would do a trade off say, I'll clean the floor for an aerobics class?

Tipton's my workout buddy hah and I let him know we were going to start exercising. He suggested walks because he loves to go on walks. Great idea but my tires are flat currently on the stroller on my list to fix. Now to plan B.

Monday, I mowed the lawn I have a big yard, partially on a hill, and a push mower and cared for the garden. It will have to do.

Tuesday, a hip-hop workout until Tipton said he was bored. Plan C, dance on my own.

Wednesday, I really needed to vacuum and vacuuming the stairs definitely gets the hear rate up! I just had to throw in some extra airplane rides and hand skiing with the boys.

Thursday I finally pulled out my NYC ballet workout. This workout is hard and yet so easy. NO DANCE EXPERIENCE REQUIRED! For the 20 minute workout you are laying down 90% of the time. Sounds like it doesn't work but believe me when I say you will feel sore and glad you did it. If you would like for me to post some of these exercises for you to try, let me know. Just tried to be active the rest of the day.

Friday, NYC ballet workout with Hyrum sitting on my head.

I'm ready to take it up a step.

Exercising is always better with a buddy. Do you think it works via Internet. I'm willing to help push someone along if they can help me. Let me know what you've been doing to stay in shape.

It's the thought that counts!

2008-08-23T17:23:00.000-04:00

There comes a time when "the thought" just no longer counts, your thighs create a very wide butterfly wing span, your children no longer hide the pooch while sitting on your hip while it's slowly becoming a comfy seat, your bottom and legs become just some really long legs and you go to try on jeans and you say, "seriously, what am I doing here?" I've gone a full year with no exercising and I am becoming what I eat. No more! I will exercise...starting on Monday...next week...let me check my schedule. I CAN DO THIS!!!!! (My goal 8 lbs. surely I can do 8 lbs.)

Color, Color, Color

2008-08-23T16:42:00.001-04:00

Oh, I love color. It affects me in so many ways. More than I even realized! It affects what I buy in clothes, decorating and even what I eat. Yes, it's true I eat according to color (not purposefully, I've just finally become aware of it.) What makes it all so great is that sometimes I really thought maybe I was a little "extreme" with my choices or that "it doesn't look good" kind of thing, then one day visiting at my mom's I found this book. Thank you Mom! I sat down and read a few pages and realized I love this woman! She said everything I WANTED to hear and gave me a little confidence in knowing I'm on the right track (in decorating that is).

Which leads me to my other favorite woman, who really inspires me, Jane Lockhart from the HGTV show Get color!. I would love to be her apprentice. She's brilliant. If you think french country design is all about yellows, blues, and whites, o contrar! She helps people see what they really love in their home. I always TiVo her shows and then make notes of her methods. Some day I will be able to create a master, personalized color- wheel of my own.

The best workout

2008-08-14T09:28:00.000-04:00

When I actually attempt to exercise the New York City Ballet workout is by far my favorite workout. Very relaxing yet strenuous at the same time. Jarom got this book for me one year for Christmas and I love it (even if I don't use it as often as I should). You can probably check it out at your local library or rent the video by Netflix or any rental place. I highly recommend.

This one's a good one!

2008-08-13T21:14:00.000-04:00

What Laura Beth Means

You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.
You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.
Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.

You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.
You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.
You have the classic "Type A" personality.

You are a very lucky person. Things just always seem to go your way.
And because you're so lucky, you don't really have a lot of worries. You just hope for the best in life.
You're sometimes a little guilty of being greedy. Spread your luck around a little to people who need it.

You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.
You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.
You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.

You are full of energy. You are spirited and boisterous.
You are bold and daring. You are willing to do some pretty outrageous things.
Your high energy sometimes gets you in trouble. You can have a pretty bad temper at times.

You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.
You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.
At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.

You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.
You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.
You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.

You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.
Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.
Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.

What's" Your Name's Hidden Meaning?