If you think everyone around you is an idiot....
the problem might be you.
the problem might be you.
Our journey raising three little ladies...
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Monday, September 5, 2011
typical Emily.
Yesterday Dan and I had to go to Ames to have an interview with our Stake President. For those of you who don't know or understand: the stake president is the person who presides over the church in an area, in this case a good large chunk of Iowa.
Anyway, We met with him separately first. He is such an amazing guy. We talked out my kids and how Dan and I met. The he said, "it's time I need to ask you some very important questions, and they pertain to your husband's worthiness." (loaded right?)
So he asked me how my husband treats me....which I was so not expecting and I just started bawling. Not cute feminine one-glistening-tear-down-your-cheek crying either. That's not my style. Apparently I like to make nearly complete strangers feel totally uncomfortable!
Through my tears he looked pretty concerned. I swear for the first few moments he seemed to think I was totally abused by my husband.
The truth was I was just overcome with genuine emotion because my husband is a very excellent human being and I am so humbled that the Lord would allow us to be together. Had I any right to expect a husband who exceeds his own share of the work daily, who loves me and his children endlessly, someone who gives and gives and gives and hardly ever takes? A human being so kind and so good that more rare then a swear word is a negative word about any one. So handsome he still makes my knees weak. So genuine in word and action that he inspires me, everyday to be a better person, worthy of him.
How am I treated? Better then I deserve.
*Sniffle*
Anyway, We met with him separately first. He is such an amazing guy. We talked out my kids and how Dan and I met. The he said, "it's time I need to ask you some very important questions, and they pertain to your husband's worthiness." (loaded right?)
So he asked me how my husband treats me....which I was so not expecting and I just started bawling. Not cute feminine one-glistening-tear-down-your-cheek crying either. That's not my style. Apparently I like to make nearly complete strangers feel totally uncomfortable!
Through my tears he looked pretty concerned. I swear for the first few moments he seemed to think I was totally abused by my husband.
The truth was I was just overcome with genuine emotion because my husband is a very excellent human being and I am so humbled that the Lord would allow us to be together. Had I any right to expect a husband who exceeds his own share of the work daily, who loves me and his children endlessly, someone who gives and gives and gives and hardly ever takes? A human being so kind and so good that more rare then a swear word is a negative word about any one. So handsome he still makes my knees weak. So genuine in word and action that he inspires me, everyday to be a better person, worthy of him.
How am I treated? Better then I deserve.
*Sniffle*
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Grow, Emily, Grow.
So lately I've been thinking about my talents, or lack thereof. Especially after that talk I had with Brighton a few days ago. I guess you could say I am having some sort of quarter life crisis.(best case scenario) For the longest time, my greatest goal, was to put beautiful things out into the world. Well, I've done that. I made three beautiful wonderful little girls, but that part of my life is over now. <---not raising the girls but creating new little ones. AND I feel a little lost.
I'm 'okay' at a fair number of things. I love baking and cooking and especially eating good food, but no one is going to turn to me for cooking advice. I like scrap booking but I am just a 'beginner', and don't really have the time, or money to advance. I like to sing, but trust me...my best audience is the shower head. (besides the acoustics in the bathroom, when I belt it... PRIMO.) And while I like things organized and clean, I am so far from what you would call 'conventionally organized' and no one would call me neat. I love fashion, but I'm no super model. I like making people laugh, but have terrible stage fright. I like to do crafty stuff, but it hardly ever turns out. This blogging thing is therapeutic and I've made 50$ this month in ad revenue, so I'm not complaining, but I'm a 'drag and drop' blogger and not likely to be much more than that.
Wow, the point wasn't to get myself down. It was simply to say that I am interested in expanding myself; improving myself. I'm ready to be a someone. A someone who people can say:
"Emily, she is really great at______________."
Now I just have to pick a talent to expand...
Gosh I wish I knew
what that talent was.
I'm 'okay' at a fair number of things. I love baking and cooking and especially eating good food, but no one is going to turn to me for cooking advice. I like scrap booking but I am just a 'beginner', and don't really have the time, or money to advance. I like to sing, but trust me...my best audience is the shower head. (besides the acoustics in the bathroom, when I belt it... PRIMO.) And while I like things organized and clean, I am so far from what you would call 'conventionally organized' and no one would call me neat. I love fashion, but I'm no super model. I like making people laugh, but have terrible stage fright. I like to do crafty stuff, but it hardly ever turns out. This blogging thing is therapeutic and I've made 50$ this month in ad revenue, so I'm not complaining, but I'm a 'drag and drop' blogger and not likely to be much more than that.
.............................................................................
Wow, the point wasn't to get myself down. It was simply to say that I am interested in expanding myself; improving myself. I'm ready to be a someone. A someone who people can say:
"Emily, she is really great at______________."
Now I just have to pick a talent to expand...
Gosh I wish I knew
what that talent was.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Neurotic
Sometimes, while raising Brighton, I think I know what Woody Allen's mother must have gone through.
This morning we packed her bag for four year old preschool, and one of the assignments is to put four things in a paper bag that would tell the class about the student. So I asked Brighton her favorite things and she said: Reading, Drawing, Painting, Coloring, Scrap-booking, and her family. So I found a picture of her with her sisters, and her 'Tangled' chapter book (two birds, one stone), and a box of crayons. But we still needed one more thing. I suggested lot of things: a CD, because she loves music, a necklace because she like dress up, a picture of Jesus.
And I'm just watching her get more and more depressed. I asked her if she was excited for school and she said, "I'm excited but I'm nervous."
"Why are you nervous?"<----mom
"Because I can't jump rope."
"what?"
" I can't jump rope, and everyone else can. I can't ride a bike and everyone else can. I can't swim and everyone else can. Everyone else is good at lots of things and I am not."
I tried my best to help her find her talents: She tells amazing jokes and loves to make people laugh, she has a beautiful voice and if you put anything to music she'll remember it after hearing it only once, she is VERY VERY smart and compassionate. She is kind and caring and is a big help to me. I love her so much. She seemed to feel much better after we decide to try and tackle that jump roping thing. And together we decided her fourth thing should be a microphone.
I related the story to Dan and he was like "...um, does that remind of you of anyone?"
This morning we packed her bag for four year old preschool, and one of the assignments is to put four things in a paper bag that would tell the class about the student. So I asked Brighton her favorite things and she said: Reading, Drawing, Painting, Coloring, Scrap-booking, and her family. So I found a picture of her with her sisters, and her 'Tangled' chapter book (two birds, one stone), and a box of crayons. But we still needed one more thing. I suggested lot of things: a CD, because she loves music, a necklace because she like dress up, a picture of Jesus.
And I'm just watching her get more and more depressed. I asked her if she was excited for school and she said, "I'm excited but I'm nervous."
"Why are you nervous?"<----mom
"Because I can't jump rope."
"what?"
" I can't jump rope, and everyone else can. I can't ride a bike and everyone else can. I can't swim and everyone else can. Everyone else is good at lots of things and I am not."
I tried my best to help her find her talents: She tells amazing jokes and loves to make people laugh, she has a beautiful voice and if you put anything to music she'll remember it after hearing it only once, she is VERY VERY smart and compassionate. She is kind and caring and is a big help to me. I love her so much. She seemed to feel much better after we decide to try and tackle that jump roping thing. And together we decided her fourth thing should be a microphone.
I related the story to Dan and he was like "...um, does that remind of you of anyone?"
great, I've already passed my neurosis onto my children.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
By popular demand....
No kidding...people are holding me accountable to that promise I made to update my blog on the weight loss progress. So, here it goes. I am down to:
165 pounds.
I have lost a total of 55 pounds now since March.
With a goal of 30 more to go.
I'm still not comfortable in my skin yet, but I am constantly being reminded by my mom, who struggled with her own weight, to not let it hold me back and to press forward and let people take photos of me, so I'm remembered in my children's 'memories'. Which is very true.
Look for more photos in the future of my next ten pounds shed!
I have lost a total of 55 pounds now since March.
With a goal of 30 more to go.
I'm still not comfortable in my skin yet, but I am constantly being reminded by my mom, who struggled with her own weight, to not let it hold me back and to press forward and let people take photos of me, so I'm remembered in my children's 'memories'. Which is very true.
Look for more photos in the future of my next ten pounds shed!
125 + 2....
Here we are all ready for the Nevada parade.
Daniel works for Coca Cola as an account manager, and this year marks 125 years that coca cola has been in business. So, we handed out pop and merchandise in the Nevada parade. The kids had a great time!!!! The parade happened to fall on Fairon's birthday this year, so we told her the parade was in her honor.
She dislikes: 'up close' animals, sharing, sitting while she eats, potty training, listening to directions, nursery school, and having her teeth brushed.
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It was wonderful to make so many people smile!!!!
Afterward we celebrated Fairon's 2nd birthday at Reiman Gardens in Ames. Our favorite things were the Butterfly Garden and the large 'kid powered' chimes.
It was wonderful to make so many people smile!!!!
Afterward we celebrated Fairon's 2nd birthday at Reiman Gardens in Ames. Our favorite things were the Butterfly Garden and the large 'kid powered' chimes.
Fairon at two is one tough little girl. Her name means 'adventurer' and 'wanderer'. Let's just say she lives up to that name. She LOVES to do the exact opposite of what you tell her to do.
Her favorite things are: her sisters, Dora the explorer, Aunt Elizabeth, green beans, having her hair done, butterflies, daddy, far away animals and driving her mommy CrAzY!
She dislikes: 'up close' animals, sharing, sitting while she eats, potty training, listening to directions, nursery school, and having her teeth brushed.
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