Penguin Cake

So, I spent way too many hours researching how to make a penguin cake for Zac's birthday. I thought I had found the perfect answer. The idea was to take a "bear" cake mold, cut off the ears and then continue to decorate with frosting to bring out the inner penguin. My first attempt didn't go so well. I thought I had greased and floured the cake pan sufficiently, but it still wouldn't come out. After a few tries to "save" it, I gave up the fight and just pried it loose. Not very attractive if you ask me.

Try #2 went so much better. Why? I ditched the cake mold idea and just went with a basic rectangle. I figured we would just draw the penguin on it. Again, after much searching for the best picture of a penguin, I asked Chris to "draw" it on the frosted cake. He refused. Being the brilliant man that he is, he proceeded to cut up my picture and trace the parts onto the cake. WHAT? Why didn't I think of that. I always try to make things way too difficult. So, he traced and I frosted. I think it turned out pretty well. Thanks to Linux we had an impressive penguin cake for Zac's #9. My next task is to work on my penmanship and learn how to make a #9 and work on my spacing. I'll get plenty to practice, we have a birthday a month until April.

For Your Eyes Only

So in order to jump on the bandwagon, my blog will go PRIVATE in 2009. If you would like to receive an invitation to continue viewing my blog, please email me your email address. If you post it here, all will see.

Happy Birthday, Zacory!

Boy, do we love our Zac. He is so fun to have in our family. I remember being up early to feed him on Christmas morning and while looking at the Christmas tree aglow, realizing just how blessed we were and how close I felt to Mary. There's something truly special about having a baby at Christmas time. Sure, he gets the shaft most of the time where presents are concerned, but for us as parents we get a glimpse into a special night more than 2000 years ago.

So in honor of our first born son, here are 9 things we love about him.

1. He is such a good big brother. He watches out for his siblings and really loves them. It warms our heart when we find him reading to his siblings and making them feel safe and secure.
2. His imagination is HUGE! He prefers to be by himself, playing a game of his making in his head. He spends many an hour in his own little world. I have to chuckle when he asks, "Mom, can run and jump around by myself?"
3. He's a genious! (remember who's writing this...) I knew that someday he would be smarter than me, I just didn't realize it would happen before he was 12. He has a insatiable thirst for knowlege. He's constantly reading and trying to figure out a way to make fiction real.
   
4. He has a strong sense of what is right and wrong and has a very tender heart. He's very sensitive to other's feelings and the atmosphere around him.
5. When he grows up we have no doubt he will change the world. He wants to be a scientist and make potions on the moon.
6. He is very giving. The few years he's had a birthday party with friends, he's opted to give his gifts to Toys for Tots, knowing that there are others out there that have very little. I don't know very many 8 year olds that would give up their own Birthday gifts.
7. Being the true scientist that he is, he loves to make up his own recipes. We have tried to teach him some that are edible and that he can cook by himself. He loves to make dinner for us consisting of Quesadillas and Tomato soup. We hope to expand his repetoire soon.
8. Responsibilty is his middle name...Well, not really but you know what we mean. While we have to remind the other kids to do their chores, he's hauling out the vaccuum to do his before I even remember that it's his turn.
9. He loves the Lord. When our Bishop extended a challenge to read the Book of Mormon before Christmas, he asked us to participate. He had been very vigilant and has been an example to the rest of us.

Penguin Cake

So Zac wants a Penguin cake for his birthday. Anyone got some ideas in how to pull this off? Anyone have a "bear" cake mold?

Keys to the Kingdom

CLASSIFIED: The following are the secrets of Mormondom that they don't want you to know before you join their ranks!

1. You have to drive a van if you expect to "get" anywhere. If and when you are called to serve the youth, you need all the seats available in a large scale vehicle. After arriving in CA and the ward found out we had a van, they asked us to car pool for Seminary. Well, we had a cargo van with only 5 actual seats. That didn't stop them though. They put benches in our cargo area and had all of them sit there instead of on the floor. Hummm, not very safe if you ask me.
2. Every year you will be asked to dress up like a pioneer in authentic garb. This includes a homemade dress, apron, bonnet and of course dusty boots. Hey, I'm a pioneer. I'm the first Stay-at-home mom in 3 generations. I think my jeans and T-shirt should be acceptable on the next "trek".
3. Not only will you need authentic pioneer clothing, you will also need to add a complete costume kit to re-enact the Manger scene, including an angel, shepherds, wise men, cows, sheep, camels, donkeys, a baby doll (unless you plan on giving birth every year the first of December), and Mary and Joseph.
4. You will also need a sewing machine and basic sewing knowledge. Why? Because of those darn scouts. You will not only need to sew those %#!@ patches on their shirt, but change them with every move to a new district. If by chance you never have a boy in your life that associates with scouts, you will need it to make your authentic pioneer dress.
   
5. You think you may be fine with your Scriptures and study guides in your bag, but NOOOO. You must also carry cheerios, a "quiet" book, and wipes regardless of your "child" status. These are used to share with others or to dissociate yourself from the chaos around you. The cheerios for your husband to keep him awake during High Council Sunday, the "quiet" book the "cute" kid in front of you, and the wipes to clean off your sleeve from the grubby hands behind you.

Now aren't you glad I shared these with you? So, start today. You can use your van for storage of your new costume collection, sewing machine and church bag that weighs a ton. That is until you are asked to carpool to Seminary.

Welcome to the Christmas Edition of getting to know you. Okay, here's what you're supposed to do, and try not to be a SCROOGE!!! Tis the Season to be NICE! Just Copy and Paste to your, Change all the answers so that they apply to you, and Post!

1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? Wrapping Paper
2. Real tree or Artificial? Artificial for 10 years now. Hoping to buy pre-lit day after Christmas
3. When do you put up the tree? After Thanksgiving
4. When do you take the tree down? New Years Day
5. Do you like eggnog? Yes, diluted with low fat milk
6. Favorite gift received as a child? CD/Cassette Player
7. Hardest person to buy for? Sis-in Law
8. Easiest person to buy for? Chris
9. Do you have a nativity scene? Many
10. Mail or email Christmas cards? Mail
11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? I don't remember
12. Favorite Christmas Movie? National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation
13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? After Nov. 20th
14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? Yes
15 .Favorite thing to eat at Christmastime? Chocolate Covered Santas, Stephen's many flavors of Hot Chocolate
16. Lights on the tree? Yes, the more the better
17. Favorite Christmas song? Mary's Lullaby
18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? Grew up traveling, married a homebody
19. Favorite Family Christmas Tradition? Lights going out for 3+ hours Christmas eve. It happened 2 years in a row.
20. Angel on the tree top or a star? Star
21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? Morning only!
22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year? Long lines, mean people
23. Favorite ornament theme or color? Don't have one, currently I have a copper and wood theme
24. What do you want for Christmas? My kids eyes light up with joy when they see what we got them!
25. Favorite thing about Christmas? Music

Merry Christmas!

Black Friday revisited:

Some of you commented that you wanted to know how my excursion went....

Well, there wasn't an excursion. I was awake during the wee hours of the morning, but decided my nice warm bed was much more inviting than some screaming banchees kicking and screaming to get their hands on some "thing" they couldn't live without only to wait in line a ridiculous amount of time to save a few bucks.

No sir, I slept in my nice warm bed and cuddled with my darling husband. I went about my day and finally at 10 pm that night, I got online and bought the exact same item for $3.99 more than the advertised "door buster" sale. So worth it to me.

Someday I may consider getting up at the crack of dawn and elbowing the aforementioned banchees for some "thing" that I can't live without. But for now, I can take or leave just about anything. I don't particularly care for crowds and Black Friday just seems like one big anxiety attack waiting to happen. When that someday arrives I'm inviting anyone and everyone to come with me and we can all be screaming banchees together! Sounds fun, huh?

Black Friday????

Due to economic concerns I'm finding myself pulled into the lure of Black Friday Deals. Has anyone ventured out on this frenzied day of shopping in the past? I would like some pointers. I'm not totally convinced that I'm going yet or not, but I do need to pick someone's brain about strategy or even if it's worth the mental trauma to venture out with all the vultures. Anyone planning on going out Friday? Maybe I need to be your shadow to learn the ropes?

Give me a call or email me please if you'd like to share your wealth of knowledge with one as unexperienced as I.

Disclaimer: You may have already seen this in your email in-box. I'm trying to reach as many different people as possible. Sorry for the multiple copies if it applies to you.....

A Perfect 10

Much to my shock and dismay, I'm not a 10!
UGH. Here I thought I was at least a 7 or 8, but a 2?

You Are 2: The Helper

You always put on a happy face and try to help those around you. You're incredibly empathetic and care about everyone you know. Able to see the good in others, you're thoughtful, warm, and sincere. You connect with people who are charming and charismatic. At Your Best: You are deeply giving, altruistic, and humble. You devote your life to others while caring for yourself too. At Your Worst: You are manipulative and enjoy making other people guilty. Your Fixation: Rejection Your Primary Fear: Being unworthy of love Your Primary Desire: To be loved unconditionally Other Number 2's: Mother Teresa, John Travolta, Princess Diana, Dr. Phil, and Mr. Rogers.

What Number Are You?

So, this isn't how I would describe myself.......

Twilight

ATTENTION: ABSOLUTELY NO SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!!













I liked it......

Busy-ness

It has already started. It seems to start earlier and earlier every year. I'm talking about having no evenings free to just lay around with the family. 'Tis the season to GO, GO, GO!

It all started a week ago. Saturday we helped Chris' parents with their Fall Harvest. This entailed the slaughtering and de-feathering of the turkeys. Seeing as how we like to raid the family freezer of turkey meat, we thought it our duty to help with the harvest of said poultry.

Sunday was family feast time and returned to Herriman to visit with Chris' whole family. No, turkey was NOT the cuisine of choice. It was Meatloaf....

Monday we returned to Herriman for the skinning and carving of the previously slaughtered turkeys. The kids all fell asleep on the couch and we returned home only to fall into bed exhausted.

Tuesday, Chris was a darling and took everyone to Herriman for the final night of packaging. I stayed home with a quiet house, a good book and Biggest Loser Families.

Wednesday was Scouts. It was an Early pack meeting due to the Thanksgiving Holiday. I'm not a big fan of scouts in the first place. I really don't care for it or really anything to do with it, BUT I'm the Mom and the only parent home on Wednesday nights, so I get the short end of the straw. I realized that night that one of the reasons I don't care for it is because it is headed by MEN. Men don't know how to multitask, they don't know how to organize and make sure things get done. Men don't talk to one anther and make sure no one's being left behind......

Thursday was Chris' Birthday. We were able to get away for a little while. I took him to dinner at Joe's Crab Shack. Talk about a party atmosphere. It was all for him. He likes crab, the Deadliest Catch and eating with his fingers. I, on the other hand, don't care for seafood of any sort and could take or leave the other stuff. So, while he had surf, I attacked my turf with ferver. It was yumm-O! We all met back here at the house for gifts and cake and ice cream and cookies. It was a late night.

Friday was the company Christmas party at Carvers. So with yet another trip to Herriman to drop kiddos with grandparents, we went to hob nob with the finest employees of Family Legacy Dental. We sat with the other Doctors and their "other halves". So amongst talk of puss and misshaps and class 3 jaw deformations, I ate my chicken with finesse and style. Desert on the other hand was not quite so graceful. It fell in my lap and all over my new shirt. I'm glad I had my coat there to cover the mess when we were finally dismissed to head back to Herriman to reclaim our crew.

Tonight is TWILIGHT with the ladies. Although I'm exhausted and would love to curl up with my darling husband and watch the game with thousands of other people....oh wait, there's no curling up with my husband during ANY BYU game let alone the Holy War. I'm actually relieved to not have to be here for the final outcome. Chris' mood is vastly affected by the cougars stats, so yes, I'm looking forward to dinner and a movie with my friends, old and new. It will be late enough that things should be pretty even keel upon my return: kids in bed and husband finished expressing himself over the Cougs stats.

Tomorrow is a new day. One in which I will get myself together for Choir practice and Church but NOTHING ELSE. I will return home after dark and get my PJ's on and make Carmel Popcorn. If you want some, you'll have to come to me 'cause I aint leaving for anything for it all starts over on Monday.....

Do you Agree?

You Are Jasmine!

Independent and adventurous. You don't want much; just to break out of the guilded cage society has put you in and experience life to the fullest. Following orders isn't really one of your strong points, and you would rather live a life of poverty than being forced into something that you hate.

Which Disney Princess Are You?

Check, Check, Check

It's that time of year again where we are faced with lots of yummy choices. For most of us, these yummy choices involve butter, cream cheese, sour cream or brown sugar. Talk about packing on the pounds!

Well, you are all invited to come keep your poundage in check with a support group through the Holidays and beyond. There have been a few of us who have been meeting weekly to help each other make good choices and changes. Some of my personal accomplishments are:

• I've rid my body of Diet Coke. I still struggle here and there for my drug of choice, but I am victorious most days and drink water instead
• I can do military style push-ups. I think the most I did was 8 in a row. WOW
• I've noticed that I can hold notes longer while singing because I've increased my lung capacity through running on my treadmill.
• Things have gotten hotter in the bedroom if you catch my drift :)
• Some of you have complimented my looks as of late and I appreciate that. My "numbers" show little improvement, but having others notice my efforts is just as good.
• I make better choices throughout the day. I've started eating more often and eating better things.
• I make a list for the grocery store and stick to it. No more impulse purchases of Chocolate covered cinnamon bears and salt water taffy.
• I've met "sisters" who care about what I do to my body, both physically and emotionally. They are there to give the pep talks when I waver and they are there to rejoice in the little things.

Overall, it has been a great experience and I'm looking forward to losing through the Holiday Season rather than gaining. Come join us.

Adhis' house
9pm
Monday night
Knock lightly, don't wake her baby!

Posting to Post

Keeping with the spirit of my title, this blog is about nothing much.

On the Election: I have had an unsettled feeling since Wednesday. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I just can't seem to wrap my head around this historical time. I think that because our choices were between an African American man and a female in the white house, it just goes to show how NOT racist our country is. I'm concerned for our economy, our country and our religion. I'm disappointed that our Church is being attacked for HATRED when all we are doing is standing up for our beliefs.

On the Snow:Cold, cold, cold. I have had to put my foot down where shorts are concerned. Today, Tyler asked if he could go outside at dusk with a short-sleeved T-Shirt, shorts and flip-flops with the temp maxing out at 42 degrees. He definitely is his Father's child. Last night he was in tears because his "short" jammies were in the wash. That kids needs to learn to put some clothes on if he intends on staying healthy during this season.

On the Holidays: Kudos for me......I finished extended family shopping today! It helps when you are giving everyone the same thing. Don't worry they are individually "stylized" to match their personalities...I hope. I also will be making a Thanksgiving Journal for the month of November. I need to remind myself of the many blessings I have been given. Also, I received my first Christmas card in the mail yesterday. ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? I'm not ready to adorn my closet door with snowmen and newsletters galore. This one will have to be put away for the time being.

On Education: I have volunteered to give some of my time in my kid's classes this year. I was assigned homework checker in one class. Today was my first day and I was shocked at the wide range of abilities within this class. This teacher already has different units for Spelling, but man, there were many kids that couldn't add money or match verbs with nouns. Wow! I'm amazed at our teacher's abilities to teach children in the same classroom with such diverse learning curves. I sure couldn't do it. I'm also amazed at the number of parents that just chose not to help their children with homework. I could tell which student's packets were checked over by parents and whose were not. I guess we value education a lot more than I thought. My kids just may have a chance where college is concerned.

At first, I was concerned with the amount of time I have been committed to help in these classrooms. However, it feels wonderful to be involved in the community again and I'm glad I can not only serve the children, but the teachers as well. They certainly give their lives over to their profession often taking work home with them over weekends.

Let Freedom Ring

The Deed is done. I cast my vote at 8:45am this morning and have no desire to listen to the hub-ub of the evening reports. Give me a run down tomorrow morning and I'll be as happy as a lark.

I hate politics. I hate the mud slinging. I hate the weeding out of the hidden agendas. I hate my prime time shows being disrupted to bring me "breaking news" that can obviously wait until the 10 o'clock news. If I'm interested in the "breaking" news, I'd be watching CNN, duh!

Here's to 4 years of change....whatever that change may be.

Senior-ity

You know you are getting old when......

• You prefer to shave your facial hair instead of pluck each hair individually.
• You need a mirror 6 inches away from your face when attempting to get make-up on.
• When applying the above mentioned make-up, your eyelids move with your strokes and bunch up in the corners.
• You don't have to pay for highlights, they come naturally (grays).
• You can't function after 10:00pm.
• Your joints crack upon getting out of bed and maneuvering stairs.
• You remember when gas was under $1 a gallon and swore you'd NEVER buy gas at $3 a gallon.

So my question is, when will my AARP application come? I could sure use those Senior Citizen discounts.

Home

What is home? Is it apple pie baking in the oven? Is it the dog that lumbers to your side after a long day? Is it the laughter of children seeping in from the open windows as they play "cops and robbers"? Is it being surrounded my everyone you love and knowing they love you back?

They say, "Home is where the heart is". Do you think that's true?

About 7 years ago as I was visiting my parents in CA, my Dad asked me where home was. At the time we were living in PA with Chris just starting his second year of Dental School. We were traveling west A LOT to keep family relationships close as we were on our own in PA. I looked out the window of the speeding car and said, "Home is where my husband is". I have felt that way for a long time. But Saturday it took on a whole new meaning.

As I was waiting for the game to start, I took a moment to look around and was so caught up in the beauty of the day. I love Fall. As I was looking at the beauty of the mountains with their muted colors, I felt the sweet, crisp breeze against my cheeks. All while relishing the warmth of the sun on my arms. I panned the field watching the band march and run to their different formations. I reverently bowed my head for the prayer. I looked at Chris at my side and listened to the band play the fight song and I thought: I'm home.

It's not that I'm such an avid football fan that I feel at home cheering the Coug's to victory. It's not that I feel at home with the mountains to the east and the desert to the west. It's not even that I feel at home with my sweet husband at my side.....

I feel at home because I had a definite confirmation from Above that I was where I was suppose to be. There are many times in our lives that we question or rather evaluate our lives and wonder if we're "on track"......OK, it may just be me that does this, BUT I can honestly say that if the grass is greener on the other side, I'm just fine where I am. And this is where My Maker wants me to be and do and learn. Life may not be what I had intended many years ago, but I'm OK with it. I know that I'm "on track" and I'm very grateful for this confirmation. I feel I can put my nose to the grindstone and go to work now without the doubts that eat away at me. I now know that I love my life. My heart is here and not wishing life was different or easier or greener on the other side of the hill.

If home is where the heart is, then I am home.

Crazy 8s

8 Favorite TV Shows:

1. Grey's Anatomy
2. Biggest Loser
3. Lost (anxious for it's return)
4. Good Things Utah
5. Law & Order: SVU
6. Ace of Cakes
7. Dr. 90210
8. Designed to Sell

8 Favorite Restaurants:

1.Goodwood
2. Wingers
3. Subway
4. Salsa Leedos
5. Olive Garden
6. Rumbis
7. Harts drive-thru (does that count?)
8. Quiznos



8 Things That Happened Yesterday:


1. Slept in til 8:30
2. Went to Scarecrow Festival
3. Waited in line for 90+ minutes for Zac & Sam to jump on a tramp with bungee cords attached to their waists for 3 minutes.
4. Got sunburned with aforementioned wait
5. Bought cheap pumpkins
6. Worked-Out with my resistance bands
7. Ran/Walked with my Hubby and Sasha
8. Took a shower before bed


8 Things I'm Looking Forward To:


1. "Lost" to return to prime time
2. Getting my nails filled on Friday
3. Pounce
4. Being out of debt......someday
5. Kids going back to school
6. My new calling (stay tuned)
7. Bedtime
8. Clean bill of health


8 Things I Love About Fall:


1. BYU Football
2. Back to School time
3. Colors, colors everywhere
4. Crispness of the air
5. Hot Chocolate
6. Snuggling by the Fireplace
7. Season Premieres
8. Long pants (I don't have to shave as often)


8 Things on my Wishlist:


1. Zero Debt
2. New pots and pans
3. My sister to move to Utah (not going to happen)
4. My dad to be cancer free (not going to happen, either)
5. To go back to school and get my Masters
6. Go on Dental Humanitarian trips
7. Go on a cruise (don't care which one)
8.Move closer to Chris' work (not in the near future)

8 People I Tag:


Kat, Melissa, Lynsey, Sarah, Clarice, Heather S. and Heather E., Jill

Friendships and WWW

Thanks to Pounce, I have entered the world of blogging and facebook. I have had some luck with connecting with old friends and learning about them and their lives now. Some I haven't talked to since graduation, 15 years ago. It's fun to learn how they are doing and what they are up to.

I have had a terrible time staying connected with friends from the past. With the World Wide Web, I see hope. I've always wanted to have friends all over the world and I'm learning that I do. Here's to the technological world we are blessed to live in.

Lukewarm

I had a college professor that use to say, "If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for everything." So with this year's political and financial upheaval, I've had to ask myself, "What do YOU stand for?"

This is a difficult question to answer. I'm not one to talk politics or policies. I don't like knowing that my opinions are different from someone I admire, look up to, or trust. It is the elephant in the room and lately it's starting to stink.

I learned a valuable lesson on my mission, and that was to "Follow the Brethren". I know and trust that the leadership of our Church, both worldwide and local, are called of God and will NOT lead me astray. I'm sure the children of Israel and even the Pioneers had a difficult time leaving all they held dear to follow the prophet of their dispensation. I often ask myself if I have the faith to uproot my family and what few worldly possessions we have acquired to join an exodus of the Saints.

Now although, the First Presidency WILL NOT tell us which way to vote, I know that I want to live in a world that upholds my values as closely as possible. I do have a voice and this year, more than any other, it is imperative that ALL of us have our voices heard. If we don't stand up for our morals, values and beliefs, then we will put ourselves in jeopardy of losing what we hold most dear.

Now is the time to chose a side. Now is the time to decide who and what you will support. I feel that this decision should be one of study and prayer. Please take the time to ponder your choices and then take them to the polls. Now is the time, for me especially, to not be lukewarm and to stand for something; whatever that something may be.

Flashback

So the past few weekends, Chris and I have spent it canning. We weren't planning on it either weekend, we just ended up doing it so the massive amounts of fruit given us would not go to waste. I never thought I would be grateful for those fall months of my youth making jam, applesauce and grape juice would serve me so well in adulthood. I can't believe I'm "saying" this, but I'm glad my parents taught me the value of hard work and heading the Brethren's council to be frugal, prepared and industrious.

Lost but not Forgotten

I bet you all thought I'd fallen off the face of the earth....Well, I've fallen a couple of times but not off the face of the earth. Last week, I started getting dizzy and it is just starting to lighten up. My eyes have a hard time focusing on one thing and if I turn my head too quickly, I have a hard time focusing at all. My world has been spinning for a week and I'm ready to get off this ride! It's all connected to my surgery, so I just have to wait it out.

Overall, things are good. I'm looking forward to a weekend of not having to be anywhere. It's a rare occurrence during football season.

Blessings

What an outpouring of LOVE LOVE LOVE. Thanks to my good friend, Kim, we had dinners brought in to us all last week. It was lots of delicious food which yielded lots of yummy leftovers. My fridge is PACKED. We had dinner with Chris' family last night and I just got a call from my Grandmother who wants to bring us dinner tonight! WOW, this is wonderful. THANKS to all of you who have contributed. It has helped in so many ways.

Update

Many of you know that I had surgery last Monday. It went really, really well. It has been a completely different experience this time around: I was awake for the whole surgery and I haven't spewed once. I get a little tipsy when I stand up too fast and I'm a little queasy when I first wake up, but other than that it's been hard to remind myself that I need to rest and allow my body to recover and heal.

I'm very happy to have this ordeal taken care of. Thank Heaven for modern medicine. It truly is a miracle of our day and the times we live in.

Aren't you all jealous that I have perfect hearing while the rest of you continue to say "Huh, What?"

RANT

OK Granted, I have been sequestered in my little home for the whole week. But today takes the cake where rudeness and invasion of personal space is concerned.

First, I head over to our local BIG box store for a few items. I mean very few like maybe 5 or 6. I get in line for the self check-out. I pride myself in being smarter than the average checker and silently rejoice when I only wait in line for 60 seconds while the line next to me gets longer and longer. I scan my purchases only to get curtailed by my trusty yogurt. I try scanning it a few times and think, "OK I'll just get these other items and then try again". With the cereal tucked neat and tidy in the plastic bag, I start to scan this tub of 'gurt. Nothing's happening. I try to key in the bar code, but it won't accept it. So this lady behind me steps up to the scanner right in front of me and starts instructing me on how to scan items. EXCUSE ME? I'm not a moron. I try a few more times and then hand it to her to have her try it. AH HAH! I wouldn't work for miss-know-it-all either. Finally, I just put it on top of the pay thing and said "It ain't worth it". I finished paying and walked away from the rude lady and my cart. Yeah, that's right, rude lady behind me, YOU can put the cart away.

Fast forward to later this afternoon. Much to my chagrin I realize that what I went to the aforementioned BIG box store in the first place for is not in my sewing kit. I swear I had this no-sew glue from a previous project. So, trying to keep things in town and avoid the Big box store and all it's invasion of personal space, I go to a little MOM and POP store. I think to myself "I'm so smart. I am stickin' it to this BIG box and supporting the little guy". The glue was $2.49 and after waiting in line for 3 minutes with two kids in the car waiting for me, I'm told that there is a charge to use a charge/debit card for items under $5.00. A CHARGE to use a CHARGE card? WHAT? I guess that little MOM and POP store really showed me. Here I am a customer that had ventured into their small, podunk, overpriced, overstuffed store to buy my small container of no-sew glue, (which incidentally, has dust on it) and they want to charge me for not having cash on hand. WOW so much for supporting the little guy.

Can I just stay sequestered in my little home, please?

54:16

I have been friends with many long distance runners. I even married one. You would think that I would be a runner as well and would be traveling the race circuit; however, I am not. I am not a runner in any shape or form.

Being a glutton for punishment, yesterday was my first 5K. I didn't sleep a wink the night before being so nervous for this race. I knew people who were going to be there, but I didn't have a running buddy to keep me on pace and to push me to my limits. I was counting on Madonna's Immaculate Collection to keep me true to form: run a song, walk a song and eventually the whole ordeal would be over. I started off walking and started to run after about 5 minutes of warm-up. I cranked up the IPOD and off Madonna and I went. I ran until my song was over and was HATING myself afterward. I had torn up my shins in the first 8 minutes. When it was time to run again I wanted to cry. I tried it but just couldn't bring myself to do it. I was trying to decide if I should just run through the pain and risk permanent injury or just buck it up and walk through the pain to get to the end. WALK! no thank you. I was in it to prove I could do it; to prove to myself that I could be a runner. I was going to be in pain regardless, so I started walking faster and to my surprise Chris drove by with the family. I waved, they cheered and off they went. I thought, "Man, they are going to be waiting a LONG time for me to finish this thing. I better start running".

(I know I'm running on the sidewalk which is a BIG no-no for those with shin splints. This was for photo purposes ONLY)

But, Chris parked the van and they met me at the 1/2 way point. They started to walk with me for a while and all was well. I was so appreciative of this small gesture that really did the trick for my psyche. As I was preparing to say goodbye and get on my way, Chris picked up Samantha and started to run with me. YEAH! I needed someone to help push me along and I'm go grateful that it was Chris and the kids and the dog. Try keeping up with a 4-legged animal! I resolved that I would run across the finish line and that I did! I even pushed myself and beat out the person ahead of me (granted she was walking with her 3 kids) BUT I did beat her to the finish line.

Overall, it was a good experience. A few minutes after crossing the finish line, I walked into Chris' arms and cried. I had finally done it! I had finally finished a race. After years of watching others around me start and finish races, I finally had my own. I had built this up in my mind. I have always been envious of others and their abilities where running is concerned. Since first hearing the poem "The Race" I have been wanting my own experience of pushing through the bad stuff to accomplish something of significance. I'm sure some of you are reading this are thinking "get over your pathetic self" but really, it is a huge deal to me. Granted I didn't run the whole race, and it was only a 5K but it was a huge accomplishment for me. It is only the beginning of a new journey for me, one that will take me on a very different path than I have been "walking" all my life. I now have a personal best to be broken upon subsequent adventures.

As mentioned before, I have shin trouble. It doesn't matter if I run or walk, I get shin splints. Even if I warm up and walk on a soft surface, I will eventually get shin splints. So I did some research and found some shin supports. They basically are just a wrap for your lower leg but they have plastic "ridges" that straddle your shin to provide extra support. When I got home after the race, this is what my shins looked like:

I guess it gives new meaning to the words "race tracks". BTW, I do think they helped, but didn't work the miracle I was looking for. Anyone have the secret to safe, pain free running?

I'm it......

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1. I have a big hatred to bubble gum. I can't stand to taste it, smell it, chew it, watch people blow bubbles with it. You name it, I can't stand bubble gum. I can't even stand to smell a bubble gum flavored something like toothpaste. I've NEVER eaten a blow pop in my 33 years of life and will NEVER eat one. Regular gum I can tolerate as long as it's in your mouth or in the trash.
   
2. On my mission, I learned how to origami my G's. I have been doing it ever since (12 yrs) It's just not the same having a glob in my drawer and this keeps them nice and tidy.
3. I am on a quest for the perfect "purse". One that's not too small, not too big, easily carried, and has easy access for all my stuff. For the time being, I've found one that works for me almost perfectly. It's a Fossil Weekender Cross body I got for a great deal.
4. Whenever I greet my parents, it's always in French. I always say "Bonjour Pappa" and my Dad responds in Spanish. That's the extent to our foreign conversation. It's English from there on out.
5. I bite my nails. It's a nasty habit I've had since girlhood. I've tried quitting numerous times and even had people slapping my hands out of my face in Jr. High. I'm not too bad now except when I get stressed. I've had acrylics for over a year now....I guess that says how peaceful my life has been lately.
6. I hate trying clothes on in the store. I'm notorious for taking a huge stack into the dressing room, trying it all on, and just walking away with nothing. Chris hates to shop with me. When I find something I like, I buy 3 or 4 in different colors and it gets me by for a few years. Also, I don't dry my clothes in the dryer (G's excluded). I hang dry just about everything. Only when it gets to be too big do I throw it in the dryer to shrink it.

Since I'm pretty knew to this blogging stuff, I apologize to anyone who I tag that's already done this: Amy, Lizzie, Helen, Kimmers, Amannda, and Aubrey

First Day HOORAY!

It is official. All of my little ones are now in school. Today was Sami's first day and I didn't shed a tear! I'm so proud of myself. I did get a little emotional before we even left the house, but I had 2 other Mom's in the van with me this morning to help distract me. It is scary how your life comes full circle sometimes.I remember how my Mom use to take our pictures the first day and have us stand right in the front yard with the sun blaring in our eyes. I conveniently left those off this post. I never thought I'd be back in little 'ole Lehi sending my kids off to school just like my mom use to do soooo many years ago.

Hope

Please tell me you know how it is when you feel all is lost, not worthwhile and just downright frustrated with where you are on this pathway of life? I've hit my personal mountain along this pathway and have fought to get over it. I'm sure as I look back it will only actually be molehill, but it's been difficult all the same.

My anniversary has really made me look back over the last 10 years and think of how far we've come and just how much further we have to go. So, in honor of this retrospection, Chris and I have made some 5 year goals that are actually realistic. I'm very excited that we now have a plan ahead of us and working on the means to accomplish these goals. It will help us along this path we have chosen and help keep everyone happy along the way.

I've joined up with some ladies to lose weight. I'm making positive changes and having fun doing it. I've made a goal to run 2.5 miles by Sept 30th without stopping. This is HUGE since I'm so not a runner. I've wanted to "learn" to run ever since I got married. Chris ran Cross Country in HS and a little at BYU. I've been fascinated with the ever elusive "runner's high" and want to actually experience it. Anyway, this group is really helping me stay motivated and keep me honest about my own reality. I'm still gun-shy about the actual weight loss, but I'm resolved that making healthy food choices, actually feeding my body, and exercising will take care of the weight. I'm not actively pursuing any one diet, but focusing on good changes along the way. I've even impressed myself these past month with the changes I have made.

I was released from Young Women's on Sunday. It was bittersweet. I'm sooooo sad to not be actively involved with these wonderful YW, but I'm very excited for the "new blood". They will be excellent together and really take this program to the next level. What's been very hard about the whole experience is that I didn't receive a different calling. It just makes me feel like I wasn't doing a good job and was FIRED. I have hope it's just a matter of my calling not being available yet and not the fact that I did suck and He doesn't want me anywhere now. But seriously, I still have a testimony and will still attend church although it's at 2:30.

So as far as that mountain is concerned, it may acutally be a molehill and I've already moved on...

Personal FAVs

If you haven't guessed already, I'm a movie lover. Chris and I spent our Anniversary in the theater watching all the summer blockbusters that we had yet to see. Anyway, here is a compilation of my personal favorite movies that I turn to over and over again.

RUDY: I love this movie. I love a movie that the main character chases a dream. I like football and a story revolved around this is AOK in my book. Not to mention I use to have a major crush on Sean Astin (Goonies, anyone?)

DEAD POETS SOCIETY: I'm fascinated with the "upper-crust" society and this embodies the east coast Who's Who. I like the coming of age with these boys and needless to say, it has a lot of good looking actors.

MONA LISA SMILE: Again a movie about East Coast Society. It is just simply a very beautiful movie to watch. The cinematography is gorgeous and it makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. And the sociologist in me loves the story of these young girls breaking the mold.

NEVER BEEN KISSED: Drew Barrymore is one of my favorite actors. I admire her come back from addiction. This is just a fun fun story and reminds me why I NEVER want to return to High School.

Of course, there are oh so many more, but those top my list of favorites. What's your favorite movie?

Happy #10

Wow! Can you believe I've been married for ten years today. It has been great so far. We got our Football Tickets (GO COUGS!) in the mail yesterday and I was having lunch with my Sweetheart at the very hour we sealed the deal.

Here's what I did for our Anniversary:

http://www.mypublisher.com/bookshelf/bookviewer.py?d=tq%3Ey-cppl%60je%3E3411537

Hopefully this will work. Since I'm not THAT computer savvy, just open a new tab and then copy this link into the line. It should work for you. If not, oh well, it's the thought that counts.

STUDMUFFIN

I am so awesome. I finally figured out what was wrong with my posts and my paragraph spacing! I love learning new things and hope I may help someone along the way in this blogging adventure!

Proof

Chris sent this to me today. I think he finally "gets" it.

A man came home from work and found his three children outside, still in
their pjamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers
strewn all around the front yard.

The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the house
and there was no sign of the dog.


Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing.

In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the
counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the
back door.

He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more
piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill,
or that something serious had happened.

He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the
bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and
more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and
toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls.

As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed
in her pjamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went.

He looked at her bewildered and asked,

'What happened here today?'

She again smiled and answered,

'You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world I do all day?'

'Yes,' was his incredulous reply.

She answered, 'Well, today I didn't do it.'

Breaking Dawn (spoilers ahead)

So after 2 days of marathon reading and potty training my 3 year old, I have finished the most anticipated book of the month. All I can say is that I should become a proof-reader. I found so many mistakes it was distracting and it made me lose respect for the book as a whole. I thrive on perfection around me, mostly because I lack it, and this one let me down. Overall, I liked it. I liked the sweetness between Edward and Bella. I actually respected the graphic betrayal of the birth. Ironically, it was the most exciting part of the book. I was disappointed that no one died. After all the hoopla around the Volturi, I was shocked that they just came to the clearing and "blah, blah, blahed" for 4 chapters and then just walked away. I guess that's par for course with Young Adult Literature.....I liked Bella discovering a multitude of talents and abilities that she lacked in her human experience. Does that mean I have to wait for immortality to receive all the talents and abilities I lack and lust after in other humans? Anyway, overall it was a good book. I enjoyed the series and I'm glad I was entertained while reading it. However, I wasn't left anticipating much more from this series. I'm not dying for Edward's story, nor am I waiting on pins and needles for the "field guide" in December.

It's the Most Wonderful Time of the YEAR.....

And I'm not talking about the green and red decorations. For me, once I start smelling freshly sharpened pencils and seeing underwear ads in the paper, my skin starts to tingle in anticipation of the First Day of School! Since my kids entered the halls of higher education (as compared to home), it is the day of the year I most look forward to. Don't get me wrong. It has been a great summer, we've had lots of fun, and it's time for them to go back to those hallowed halls of learning before I start to slit my wrists..........was that too graphic? My life it getting too complicated with commitments and there really isn't one that I'm willing to part with. Hence, it's time for my little angels to be occupied by something beneficial so I can remove the guilt I feel for ignoring them while I get my work done. I hold a special place in my heart for the many many wonderful people who have made teaching their calling. I for one relish the few hours I have for things that I like to do without children, like grocery shop during the daylight hours, or venturing to those much required Dr. visits that ask me to expose more of myself than I'm comfortable with, or having quiet time without the theme song of "Signing Time" playing over and over and over again. Although I will admit to shedding a tear or two as my little boys ride off on that big yellow bus the first day of school, I love to have my children out of the home for a little bit of time. It helps me rejuvenate and be glad to see them upon their return. Sam will be starting pre-school and I couldn't be happier. She is so ready to be involved in the structure and the activities and the social connections that come with school. She is my baby, but I'm ready to cut the apron strings and see her walk away from my arms into that great big world. I love seeing my kids grow-up.

Ok so I'm sure you noticed that this blog has no new paragraphs in it. How do I make that work? I will write and write and write so many wonderful ramblings and use all the proper grammar and paragraph formations and then post it only to have all my hard work undone and an image of me not knowing anything about proper paragraph placement. It just eats away at me in my sleep. So I plead with those more blogger-savvy than myself, save a suffering victim of unknown paragraph spacing!

My Personal Worst

There are a few movies that are the all time worst movies I will reluctantly admit to spending 90-120 minutes watching.

• Beowulf- this one takes the cake. It was boring, awful, and bordering on obscene. Obviously this was not my pick. I felt like I had wasted my precious time on this one.
  
• The Gods Must Be Crazy- I will concede that this has the potential to be humorous. However, when you are a 14-year-old girl, it has no humor whatsoever!
• Men in Tights- I have never walked out of a movie. I should have on this one. I think I left that theater with a few dead brain cells.
• Dodgeball- This one was soooooo stupid it did actually get me to laugh......... in only one part.

So bring it on, ladies. Let's hear what is the all time worst movie you've wasted your time and money on.

Calling All Shortcuts!

I was recently called into YW and am trying to get my projects done for the medallion. I have made a goal/resolution to prepare our family's 72-hour kits in their entirety. Hence, I would like all your "Know how's" and insider tips to accomplishing this. Anything you have tried, anything you've heard through the grapevine would be greatly appreciated.

Time Goes By

I have been so busy lurking on some of your blogs that I have neglected mine own. So, here's what's been happening as time goes by.



Our 4th was quaint and quiet. We ventured to WALL-E for the first show of the day which was PACKED to the gills. But it was nice anyway. Sam has a habit of climbing up on my lap and falling asleep. I'm tired of paying for a seat for her.......We had Chris' parents here for a BBQ and then watched the Thanksgiving Point fireworks. How cheap are we? We didn't even purchase any fireworks this year. Shame Shame




This last week, I was set to attend Youth Conference for Thurs and Fri. Chris canceled his patients to stay home with the kids. Well, no one from our youth went. Why go and get sucked into cooking for 100's of kids when we could go on a little vaca with the family. So we made reservations for Cherry Hill and ventured north. It was lots of fun. We spent time in the water park and playing mini golf in between quick trips to the store for things we forgot to pack. It was actually comical what we forgot: pillows, dutch oven, spatula for flipping pancakes....I don't know if we spent more money on things to replace what we had left at home or the actual activities. Tyler is a little fish, Zacory is Mr. No-Adventure. We had to talk him into trying new things. And Samantha gained so much confidence when she realized she could touch the bottom of the "big" pool. We were all sun burned (darn sunscreen) and water logged when Saturday approached.



Saturday, we went to the Eccles Dinosaur Park. It was lots of fun and there were so many activities to participate in. If we lived North of SLC, I would consider a membership there. It was beautiful and held our kid's attention for hours. Of course, we could've spent longer there, but due to our prior exhaustion we didn't stay very long. Our kids were running out of steam and fast. So we came home a little early much to the relief of our precious Sasha. She really did miss us.



Family fun

I didn't know there were quails in the pre-crustacean period?

Chris just being himself, one of the boys.

Tidbits

• In 3rd grade, I wrote a story called "The Prince and the Cherry Pit". It was about a prince whose best friend was a cherry pit that got lost behind his dresser.

• I actually lived in Lehi when Footloose was filmed. I also remember hitchin a ride with my older sister when she dragged Main. There was absolutely no lights along that road back then. We'd start at the HS and go as far as the Colonial House and start all over again. For a 10 year old it was the highlight of my week.

• I was sent to the principle's office in 1st grade because I yelled down the hall at one of my classmates that was breaking the rules.

• I spray-painted my initials on the back of a Drive-In Screen. It was in varnish, but it's the deviance that counts.

• I had a "Harry Potter" scar on my forehead before Harry Potter was a common household name. It's shaped like a lightening bolt and is a result of my curious 4 year old self who went to extremes trying to get a gum ball without paying for it.

• I have OCD when it comes to loading the dishwasher. I don't care where the dishes end up after they are washed, but they need to be in order to maximize the space just right or I have to re-load it before I wash them.
  

• Our first fight as a married couple was over how to load the trunk of the car after our honeymoon. I guess Chris has a touch of OCD, too.
  

• I'm the baby of 3 girls, but you'd never guess it when we were growing up. We would climb trees in the cemetery, rip our jeans scaling fences, and play Charlie's Angles with cap guns we had received for Christmas in our stockings (thanks Dad). Forget the dolls, we wanted to heavy artillery.
  

Well, now you know more about me than you probably wanted to. But it was a nice trip down memory lane, anyway.

Kids Being Kids

This is turning out to be a great summer. We are doing all we can to get excited and involved. I have devised a plan of something to do at least 4 out of the 5 days in the week. We have some pretty exciting stuff coming up, but that's a whole different post.

Samantha and Zacory had a great time in Grandpa's backyard in this new jumper. I tell you, they are so spoiled! It seems like we didn't get anything fun growing up compared to what these guys have at their disposal: a jumper, airplane teeter-totter, basketball hoop, 4-wheeler vehicle. Man, I didn't get any of that stuff when I was a kid. I guess I'll just have to act like one all over again and enjoy everything along with my kids.


So you remember running in the sprinklers as a kid? We did all the time. We would even play hospital. One kid would get "hurt" and the ambulance (2 other kids) would come pick them up and drag them over to the hospital. We would treat the wound with mud and then they would wash it off in the sprinkler and it was the next kids turn to get hurt. Silly, huh? Well, here's an attempt at providing memories for my children. They were having a ball running around. It took Samantha a little while to get wet, but once she took the "plunge" there was not stopping her. I love to hear their laughter as they enjoy the simple things in this life.



Today we ventured to the District with Grandma and saw Kung Fu Panda. It was actually quite entertaining. I found it quite funny that after the show was over, I asked the kids to pose outside for a picture and they tried to imitate what they had just seen. It was priceless. We had a great time being in the cool show during the heat of the day. They need to keep these kid-friendly movies coming all summer, so we can do this more often. I have such great kids. I'm glad that they chose me as their mother. It has been a true joy to get to know them and what they have to bring to this world and family. I am truly blessed.

Summer Fun

We are having a great time so far this summer. First, we ventured to Lagoon with Chris' office. Doesn't everyone look thrilled to be riding the train? This was a little later on in the day, so we were a little tired and worn out. Tyler is our little Geronimo. He was game to go on just about anything he could. He loved the Wild Mouse and the Flying Aces. We also had a blast on the Tilt-A-Whirl. I dragged my sister along for the day so we could do the twisty-turnie rides. Chris gets motion sick and can't do a whole lot. He occupied Sam on the Sky Ride for about a hour because it stopped and started so many times. I took her once and I was freakin out. She could've fallen through the bars easily. I was fine if we kept moving because that meant we were almost there, but when it would stop, so would my heart. I had a death grip on her the whole time. Sam had a good time with Aunt Steph. It really was a fun time for all. Steph and I ventured on a ride called the Samuri. I literally thought I was going to throw-up and then DIE! I was so scarred. I couldn't hit another ride for almost an hour afterwards. I think that's a sign you're getting old: you can't go on the intense rides over and over again.



The next day we went to the ward camp out. We were pretty much spent by that time. It was somewhat of a chore to get everyone ready, but we thought the kids would have a great time. They really like to get dirty. Chris and I don't mind it either, I guess. We explored, visited and tried to sleep. I think I got a total of 2 hours all night just because. The kids and Chris slept fine. I think I've learned that whenever I'm NOT sleeping in my cozy bed at home, I need to take something to knock me out. Otherwise, I don't sleep. It was a fun time for all. We especially liked the tower o' cobbler. Quite impressive. Nick and Mark would've kept piling them up if there had been more to put on. Thanks to those who organized it. I know it can be a lot of work.

Reflections on Dad

I've had some time to reflect on my Dad and the influence he's had on my life. He is the reason I'm who I am today and I love him so very much.



As a young girl I really liked to cook. About age 10, I tried to cook my first cake not from a box. The cake turned out great. It was the frosting that I got hung up on. I didn't know what "confectioner's sugar" was so I improvised and used granulated sugar; the only sugar I knew existed in our household because it was the one in the container on the counter. Needless to say, I ruined everything. I was so distraught and disappointed. I ran out of the house into the back yard and attempted to hide from my failure. My dad came and found me. He had brought out a towel to wipe away my tears. We sunk to the grass and just cuddled and talked while we watched the sun slowly set. I learned that it's OK to make mistakes and that my Dad loved me no matter what I did wrong.



Growing up, my family had one pew that we would sit on every Sunday. Everyone knew it was the Powell's bench and it would always be empty whether we were early or late. Every Fast Sunday, one of us girls would bear our testimonies, sometimes all three of us. You would think that my parents were holding FHE every week and just righteousness was dripping from their pores. Little did anyone realize that my dad would BRIBE us. Our FHE consisted of going to the local Baskin Robbins for ice cream cones. He would buy us ice cream sundaes if we had born our testimonies in church. Inadvertently, I learned to love the gospel and despite the questionable push, I overcame any fear of public speaking all because I was easily bribed.



Later in adolescence, I participated on the Cheer Squad. I was driven and learned new things to ensure my success as a cheerleader. I had just started my Junior or 3rd year cheering when my Dad asked why I was still doing this. He seemed baffled that I wouldn't move on to something else. It was pretty simple in my mind. You see, I had always been secretly envious of my friends and sisters who had received trophies for participating in various activities. I had received lots of participation medals but was mediocre enough not to shine. I replied, "To get a trophy." Then I explained this secret wish of mine and that 3rd and 4th year cheerleaders receive trophies at the end of the year. I was working towards a trophy I could call my own. That year for my birthday, my Dad gave me a trophy for just being his daughter. He had engraved my treasured accomplishments to that point of my life (17) and ended with "A-1 #3 Kid." That meant that I as A-1 in his book, but I happened to be the third daughter. He taught me that just being me was reason enough to be recognized for greatness.



Throughout my life, my father has had an open door. He is more than happy to invite others into his home and share a meal and conversation. I have a cousin who was estranged from his family for a number of years. He lived a few hours away from us in CA and knew he had an open invitation to visit any time. My dad not only extended his hand of fellowship to him, but became the Father figure he was so lacking in his own family. He taught him how to lay tile, plant a garden and fix a broken chain on a bike. To this day, my Dad is very open with invites and makes everyone feel welcome and loved. This has taught me to open my home; to be available to others and make them feel appreciated for what they have to offer whatever it may be.



I write these words of love and appreciation for a man living with Cancer. I have watched his health decline over the past year and fear for what the future holds for him and us. I have watched his energy decline but enthusiasm electrify the air around him. I watch as his body rides a roller coaster of ups and downs that he has no choice to get off and I see a strong man learn patience with the circumstances he cannot change. I have watched my Dad grow through this chapter of his life and could not feel more pride and amazement for who he has become.



So I thank you, Dad. I thank you for all you have done for me, for all you have taught me, and for all your love you have showered upon me in my life. I have always felt like the "Favored" child while knowing that my dear sisters have felt the same way. You are loved beyond measure and I pray in gratitude for the opportunity to be your daughter.

Pictures in Review

I had a blast looking over the pictures on my camera. It's new since Christmas and I have yet to download my images. I thought y'all might get a kick out of some of them.

We have entered into the wonderful world of trying not to take over school projects. It didn't work so well. I had fun using my Cricuit for Zac's "100" project. BTW there are 100 butterflies that Zacory stamped on the poster.


I had to reign Chris in from going way too far with Tyler's favorite animal diorama. He was talking about a fake water pond and putting a hippo half sinking in it. Oh Man! He was getting way too complicated for a KINDERGARTEN project. I think the only thing Tyler did on this one was paint the bright purple, orange and green lions the brownish color.





I realized that both of us need to take a step back and allow Zac and Tyler to do their own projects and gently direct them instead of taking over the project.








Zacory's baptism was great. I'm happy to actually have these pictures. In the rush to get out the door at 9:00am Saturday morning, I forgot my camera. That's what I get for not getting my things together the night before.


Aren't my boys just handsome?

It was a really special day and I was so grateful for all the family and friends that were there to share in Zac's baptism.

On a special note, Heidi Mock was baptized the same day. Amber, her mom, has been my constant Visiting Teacher since I've lived in the ward, going on 3 years.




Afterward, we returned home to eat scrumptious fixin's. I caught Sami looking so cute in this magicians top hat.
Our trip to Mazatlan was nice and relaxing. We are very blessed to have Chris employed at an office that does these "reward" trips. Otherwise we wouldn't go anywhere. We had a wonderful time exploring, sitting on the beach, and deep sea fishing.


Every time the fishing line would snap, we'd get all excited that we had actually "caught" the big one. Chris did a fantastic job reeling in the not so big one.


I may have only been a about a foot long, but it was the biggest fish Chris has caught to date.


The highlight of the whole off shore excursion was watching a pod of dolphin swim in the wild. There were about 200 and we think they were teaching their children to jump out of the water. It was quite the sight to behold. They are such beautiful animals and so so smart. They would come right up to the side of the boat and swim right next to us. I could see them through the water and could almost reach out and touch them.




We had such a wonderful time and had a great room. We were positioned right over the beach and could see the sunsets from out balcony. It was just beautiful and peaceful.

There are so many more I'd like to share, but that's all the time I have right now. I hope you enjoy this little look into our good times.

Daily Miracles

So on Sunday I bore my testimony about miracles. Little did I realize that we would be blessed with so many more is just the last few days. First, Chris' schedule has been very sparse. If he doesn't work, he doesn't get paid, so that's not a good thing. Tuesday night he prayed that we would get more patients and his schedule will fill up. By noon Wednesday he had a full schedule for the rest of the week. Second, Samantha has been sick lately and this aggravates her asthma. She was having a difficult time breathing yesterday and I had to get her to the doctor, but my van was trapped in the garage with the power out and no way to keep the garage door open and drive it out at the same time. So while on the phone with a neighbor asking for help the power clicked back on and we were outta here. Also yesterday, our receptionist at the office gave us notice. We are so sad to have her leave. She's great but knew she wouldn't be with us much longer. Today, Chris got a resume out of the blue for a receptionist that is experienced and bilingual. Our Spanish patient base is huge and only Chris and the hygienist can speak it. A receptionist who could speak Spanish would be wonderful.

I am just amazed at how the Lord knows each one of us and our needs and even on a daily basis. Wow. My faith has been rekindled. They aren't lying when they say a testimony is found in the bearing of it.

Pondering the World

Why is it that some days I feel on top of the world and other days I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders?

Greetings

I am so excited about this new adventure. Be patient with me, as I am still learning all the ins and outs of this new venture.