tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38567558338116824062024-03-21T08:14:28.798-06:00A day in my shoes ...Learning to live life to its fullest everyday!Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305744432530432066noreply@blogger.comBlogger227125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856755833811682406.post-88034381107585074222015-05-23T22:30:00.005-06:002015-05-23T22:30:52.913-06:00starting anew... maybeI have had many intentions of posting on here. I have even started a few post and had my computer freeze up on my and not save any of my work. it is alot of work to redo all of that. I want to get to all of my medical stuff but that can wait. I am hoping that maybe all of my crap can eventually help someone out some day... or maybe I will find more info on what is going on with me. maybe. but that can wait for now. I have alot to update on. so first I will start with what my iPhone said 2014 edition. Pictures are 10 times more fun to look at so here we go!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Koby! puppy sitting my sisters dog. we were holding him for ransom until they brought us a cookie. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bryce was nominated for maintenance guy of the year. some fancy smancy award that we went to. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nitro Circus. unfortunately I was upload phone pics, my computer glitched (I'm telling you I have issues with electronics) and it deleted 5 months of pictures. sad day. oh I cried over that. this is the only pic we have during that time period.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Geeta's bday! she came all the way in from Texas. we had to celebrate.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bryce loving on baby Eli.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">somehow I convinced him to paint my toes</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">About the only selfie you will see of me. I only take these for Bryce. I never show anyone either. (unless I am teasing my sister with some of her fav food or something) not sure what is going on with the boarder</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">camping with julian and gage. he looks seriously mean. he isn't. he has a soft heart, his wires are just crossed.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">bees game!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">bees games! totally rained us out bad. my cute nephew kaleb</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">another one from the bees game with my sister.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Had to get one with my dad too. My nephew kaleb pulls this same look my dad has. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my co worker had me do a lei and ship it to him. I think it turned out great! I am getting good at them!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">TBT - all from high school.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Every time I go anywhere with my friend kerri we get down pored on. this was not an exception. we were trying to revamp my flower beds</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2 more lei's for T's graduation</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I cannot get enough pics of my dad. he looks great here! he was starting to finally feel better. we were at T's graduation</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I had to get one with my 2 favorite men. also at T's graduation</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">TBT when my cousin was in town. I hadn't seen her in 15 years. This pics makes me smile.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">another TBT... love messing with my sister! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My nephews came over to help me work on our deck. that was a huge mess! sorry for the stickers. I had to protect the young and innocent</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Family pics with my family. hopefully i will get to posting those. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Camping. I was told never to post these to facebook. they never said anything about my blog. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Camping again. we were playing horseshoes</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">camping at soapstone basin on the 4th of July. worst camping experience ever! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nothing like getting stuck in a ditch</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My bday dinner. I wanted it low key. that is what I got. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My favorite place. Island park. cannot get enough of this place. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Island park again. those kids had way too much fun with the glow sticks in the hot tub.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">west Yellowstone. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This girl melts my heart! I love her. I wish I could post a pic of her cute face, but again, I have to protect the young and innocent. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">oh hell... that is all</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My work is an amazing place to work. one of our own got leukemia just a few short months before he was to retire. His son even works for us. We did everything we could to raise money for him. I don't know what the total amount was but it was alot. Nearly all of our work shaved their head... and this girl... well she did too. sadly he lost his battle 5 months later. Breaks. my. heart. I still struggle with this. He was an amazing person who made our workplace a better place. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">oh and the selfie to my sister I was talking about... see... she loves beans and brew...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Park city with the girls! we rent out a condo every so often and this time we made homemade fondu. turned out amazing! it was a night of great talk and laughs</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My massage therapist busted up laughing one day in the middle of my massage. she couldn't help it and told me that my purse was making faces at her. I agree. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our deck was finally refinished! ugh!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cupcakes for a party bryce's sister was having for Halloween. I know, I have a sick twisted mind. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Her Halloween party. Bryce totally pulls off the greaser look.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Every year for Halloween i send an invite to all of my nieces and nephews for pizza and homemade root beer. I also do a whole big gift bag for all that come. this is what I did for the adults that come. it is a yearly tradition (although last years turned out soooooo much better!)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Halloween... right before trick and treating</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">did you hear I got my salon done? well here are my Christmas decor for it. my favorite piece is the star!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thanksgiving. you would never know my dad wasn't feeling well... he took my phone from me after I took this pic so I couldn't post it 'on that facebook thingy'</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The day after thanksgiving with Bryce's family... watching Christmas vacation</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">rzr riding in December! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I redid my snowman this year. he turned out way cute!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">our Christmas tree</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">lighting of the candles that happens every year in December at my best friends. it is amazing to see all the candles</td></tr>
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<br />Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305744432530432066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856755833811682406.post-85892655416380251192014-10-26T15:17:00.000-06:002014-10-26T15:17:32.544-06:00depletedSo it has been a while. Is anyone still out there? Does anyone still read this? Not that there is much to read. The last time I posted was my reunion of 2013. The 2014 reunion has since come and gone. Things have happened, stuff changed. The only excuse I have is that over the past year I have lost 100% interest in everything that I once loved. I was depleted... much like this blog. <br />
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So how did it become like this? Well I thought it was the issues of almost losing my dad. Add on top of that gutting and putting back together a house in the middle of that. There was no time to just deal. after about 6 months I chalked it up to just getting older. I mean, inst this what your 30's bring? Tired and achy? Lets not mention the headaches, dizziness, balance issue, weight loss, nausea, and the memory. Oh memory! How I miss you. I work too much. I am in my 30's and I work to much. I am getting older and that means being more tired. Mentally, physically, emotionally... I was drained. The summer came and went. All my goals and desires went out the window with them. I barely made it to our reunion. I struggled to be that fun loving aunt that did everything with the kids. I just couldn't do it, but I forced myself to do it even thought it drained every last ounce of energy I had. Our last night there, I got super sick. I had no idea how I was going to pack and drive home, let alone get out of bed. It was awful. It would taint my memory of the past 8 days that I tried so hard to make happy and fun.<br />
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As I am sulking in misery, I started going back to my daily food journal of what I had been eating. it all came down to dairy. I did not need another food allergy in this house. Then again, I could not go on living with all the horrible things I had experienced for nearly a year. I went off of dairy. Cut it all out. It was hard. food just doesnt taste the same. it sucked but I felt better for 3 small weeks. not great but better. 3 weeks later I started to feel yucky again. Then came our family labor day weekend retreat. Again I got super sick. Camping wasn't appealing to me anymore. I didn't want to be out on the wave runners. I was counting down the hours until bed time, because lets face it, the only time I didn't feel the need to puke was when I was sleeping. The last night there, I was dreading a nurf gun war and a snipe hunt. I couldn't even keep my pants on... but I could lose some weight so it was fine. I found myself crying pity in our trailer. I had had enough! I was finished! I smacked so hard into that brick wall I couldn't see straight. It was time to be done with this. to figure out what was going on. as soon as I could I scheduled an appt with a dr. A new one. One that knew how it all started.<br />
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3 weeks. I had to wait 3 agonizing weeks to find out the results. While I was there we went through several test. Anxiety, depression, vertigo, rock unbalance. He thought there was a good chance that it was vertigo but wanted to do some blood work. How the crap do you fix vertigo!!!??!?! for once I had this overwhelming feeling that I didn't want it to be that. 3 weeks... that is what it took to get my blood work back. it took everything in me to keep from calling the doctors office daily. What was the results???<br />
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DEPLETION. i have no b12 or folic acid in my system. Let me first say that when I had the blood work done I had was taking a prenatal. B12 causes a whole slew of problem... including anemia (which I had horribly) stomach lining damage (which they believe I have), heart problems (none yet) and the symptoms... well I just listed 90% o them above. My body refuses to absorb any b12 or folic acid in foods or an oral vitamin. How does this happen?<br />
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I have just finished up my weekly shots and now I go to monthly shots. My outcome right now is for the next year with bloodwook done every 2-3 months to see how my body is handling it. I am nervous. By day 6 I am feeling the lag of the shot no longer in my system, how am I suppose to let it draw out for a month? this past month and a half has been amazing. the migraines are now headaches but they are not daily.... The nausea is gone for the most part. dizziness, gone. Tired and fatigue... well it is 90% gone. weight loss is still there but again, I could lose some more. My first week on the shot, I got more done in that week than I had in the past 11 months. I feel like myself again. I am finding the things I once loved. except dairy... it still makes me sicker than sick. So here I am... hoping to get back to the blogging world. because seriously, I have missed it. Hopefully there is someone out there that is still interested in reading what I have to say. Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305744432530432066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856755833811682406.post-54003062055982592922014-01-02T21:00:00.000-07:002014-01-02T21:00:12.959-07:00W reunion Part 2Well this one has been a long time coming. Before I get started let me update on my lat post. I know that was all very scary to read. It was very scary to write. To admit. I feel like I was holed up for 2 months before writing that. I hadn't told Bryce how I was feeling or what I was going through. He knew what was going on but I spared him the hot mess I had in the closet. Not long after that post I crashed. there was that brick wall I had become familiar with. I was sick and sore and upset and couldn't get over myself. for the first time every I had exhaustion. It has taken me over two weeks to start to feel back to normal. I felt better after that post but felt more myself after I told Bryce what I was really feeling. For now my dad is doing better. We took him back to the doctor (he is beginning to hate going to all these appts) and his medications were severely messed up. He felt good enough to come to my house the Saturday before Christmas and hand out while my mom and I did Christmas goodies. He has many many many appts ahead of him but hopefully he is on the road to recovery. He is still not where he was months ago but he is getting there.<br />
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So lets get back to my reunions. I left off on the forest fairies... the kids were very enthusiastic about this magical fairy that leaves them all sorts of things. (we made sure we had a variety of things for them from smore bags to stimulating activities and games) Saturday night while everyone was settling down, the kids got to work on their fairy bags. I think they were more enthusiastic then I expected. as soon as they dried we went out into the night to hang them up.<br />
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Sunday: Sunday we woke up bright and early. I think they kids were a bit disappointed that the fairies had not come in the middle of the night. Bryce and I decided to take the rzr out for a ride. While we were out we kept hearing this clicking but couldn't figure out where it was coming from. We continued to explore different parts of Island park but mother nature had her way and started raining on us. Like big drops, stinging kind of rain. So we headed back to the cabin for dinner. After dinner the kids were begging Bryce to take them out for a ride. He wasn't gone more then 5 minutes when he came back and the clicking was bad. After going through the entire rzr, we see that the back passenger tire in not straight. We went to take the tire off and sure enough we are missing 3 studs and lug nuts. The rim was completely worn where the studs were suppose to be. Once we took off the tire, we learned that they whole hub was worn and of no use. My family being LDS would frown on us spending money on Sunday. It was 5:45 and the closest store was over an hour away (one way) so I called down to the local rental shop. Luck would have it that they had ordered a hub the week prior for another vacationer that never came to pick it up. we had 7 minutes to drive the 5 miles to pick it up. On top of that, we had purchased 2 extra studs prior to our trip just in case that held us over until we could find someone else who carried more. Right there in the driveway, Bryce and my dad started going to work on the rzr.<br />
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Monday:<br />
Monday we decided that we did not want to take the chance of running on two studs. Our rim was pretty messed up and the two studs really didn't stay into place well. Bryce also wanted to go do some more shopping at the army surplus store in Idaho Falls. so we make the hour and half trip (on way) back to IF to get the parts, eat lunch and go to the army surplus store. While we were gone, the rest of my family (except my dad and SIL and baby S) decided that they wanted to go to bear world. I must admit that I was a bit disappointed that I couldn't go with them. We made it back mid afternoon and finished replacing the studs. All in good timing of the daily occurrence of early evening rain.<br />
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Tuesday:<br />
We started off by teaching T how to work a 4 wheeler. I think he was super excited, in his teenager - I'm too cool way (ok, he really doesn't have that attitude. He probably jumped through the roof 20 times). We agreed that he was the only 'kid' to be able to drive the 4 wheeler since he was over the restrictive age of 16. After riding around for 30 minutes with him on the 4 wheeler we let him go on his own - with us in the lead on the rzr. I was really surprised that he kept up with us. His eyes lit up every time we told my parents we 'were going riding'.<br />
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Wednesday:<br />
We took a break from the toys and headed down to the river. A few hours in the not so warm water did us good. We of course had to get out a little early due to the early evening lightening storms (did I mention that they were lightening storms. Seriously - they were killer storms and amazing to watch from the huge deck and the all windowed wall) At the end of tubing my dad took all of us in the the country store for ice cream. Even baby S - who was really not ready to try it - got ice cream. Everyone had finished eating ice cream and was piling into the car but B. She mustve been having way to much fun playing so her mom and I stayed back and extra few minutes to help her eat it. I wish I would have got it on video but didn't - she experienced brain freeze for the first time and it was hilarious!<br />
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Thursday: More riding and more tubing. There is never too much riding or tubing<br />
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Friday:<br />
Friday was the day all of us split up. My brother and his family took a time out to spend time together - just them without the distraction of the rest of us. Part of my family went to Yellowstone. Some stayed behind for some piece and quiet. Bryce and I headed out to st Anthony's sand dunes. I don't think he could have enough time there.<br />
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Saturday:<br />
Our week was coming to an end. Today was the day that we planned this whole trip around. We spent the morning cleaning up and getting ready for my dads family to come up for a day reunion. We had a bbq, candy launch, and auction. This one was one of the biggest ones we have had in a while. It was good to see all of our relatives and to catch up. Since it was cool up there (a cool 75 degrees the entire time we were there... jealous???) most took off by 3 PM. Tonight was our last chance to do a few more runs on the river and hope that the nightly storms doesn't hit. (it didn't!)<br />
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Sunday:<br />
There was just enough time to eat breakfast and pack up and leave. It makes me sad to leave this place. My heart truly belongs there. This is a place that I will spend the rest of my life longing for. I don't think I could ever have enough time up there. This year we created a ton of lasting memories that I will never forget.<br />
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Tubing down the river with my SIL talking about random things and making the kids pull us to the side of the river so we didn't have to get up.<br />
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Outlasting the kids on the river. Both of us saying 'take us up again!' even when all the kids were done.<br />
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Puzzles!<br />
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Games!! Pirate bluff was a hit!<br />
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Sitting on the deck with the nightly storms<br />
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Cousin late night while all the adults (except Bryce, Ruth and I) went to the playhouse to see my grandma's favorite musical - fidler on the roof<br />
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Teaching the kids a lesson that when they don't behave, the fairies get scared away... yep they didn't come one day!<br />
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Smore's!<br />
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rzr riding (even my dad went out)<br />
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forest fairies<br />
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Getting along with my oldest sister. That has ever happened. <br />
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Sweet baby S. I cannot have enough of that girl. It was just great to have my brothers family there.<br />
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Teaching T how to drive a 4 wheeler.<br />
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Seeing my grandpa's cabin again<br />
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Almost rolling the rzr... seriously, I almost killed Bryce. it was very scary when he drove off a 6 foot cliff<br />
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Breakfast in the trees for the kids and omelets for the adults<br />
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Pinata <br />
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Home made water guns <br />
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and the best thing ever invented: the ice maker. I love that place just for that!<br />
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Stay tuned for bloopers!!!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hitching a ride to the tube drop off (no one was harmed in the making)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of the things the forest fairies left the kids was an egg carton treasure hunt. The insides were painted different colors and they had to find ribbon hidden all around the neighborhood to find the treasures. There was a big treasure at the end fills with games and family fun.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">it took the kids forever to find this one. They saw the ribbon but could figure out that the treasure was in the hot tub!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My dad's brother Bruce</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They took off before I could get a pic. Bryce taking my dad out for a spin</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She is such a cheeser</td></tr>
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Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305744432530432066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856755833811682406.post-48566403790563675252013-12-14T21:50:00.000-07:002013-12-14T21:50:02.081-07:00DenialDenial: a person is faced with a fact that is too uncomfortable to accept and
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Denial. Oh how I hate you. You have made too much of a welcome in my life. You have come in my house and made yourself at home. You take a ride in my car anytime you want to. You even make an occasional visit at my work just to make sure I know you are still there. Seriously, you have got to go.<br />
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I haven't finished my post on our reunion, and it is nearly Christmas. so here is where it begins:<br />
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Anyone who knows me know I am a complete daddy's girl. It is a known fact in my family and friends alike. I am the baby, I am my dad's baby.8 years ago he was diagnosed with stage 4 prostate cancer. It was October 17th. The same day as my brother in laws birthday that we lost the December prior. It was the day before my sister was due to give birth to her first little girl. We kept that from her. She didn't need any more complication with her pregnancy. I still remember the phone call, I remember the surgery, I remember 'he has 3 year left, if that. Enjoy life' 3 years later he was in remission. Every 6 months he goes in to get tested. We all know that it is a matter of time. This summer was great, we have had some amazing vacation and tons of memories to hang on to. In March my dads counts were up, way up. They decided that now was the time to switch his medication. He was just a few points of no longer being in remission and his cancer making the its way back into our lives. With this medication comes a teeny tiny side effect called liver failure. My dad had testing for both in October. When I had this talk with Bryce, I told him that I did not have a bad feeling about the counts. I told him that i didn't have a bad feeling about the liver. I was right. His counts are down and his testing for liver failure came back just the way the doctors wanted them too. What we didn't think about is that my mom mentioned that he is cold in his hands, arms, feet and legs.<br />
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So starts the war of heart problems. They are prominent in his family. I took time off work to take him to get all sorts of testing done for him. Each test brought more testing and more problems, more stress. Now here is denial walking into my life. I haven't said anything of facebook, I haven't said anything to friends, I haven't said much to my work (except my VP who has approved all of my time off). This whole mess has thrown my dad through the ringer. His good days are becoming less and less and his bad days are becoming more and more. He says he is not ready to go but sometimes I wonder if he is done fighting this big battle. denial has thrown me through the ringer. I hate how I call and don't hear the cheerful tone I am used to hearing. I don't even hear 'Hey sunshine!' when I call. I don't like the sympathetic looks, the pity feelings from other and I hate when people as me how he is doing. do I lie and say "he is great" or do I just answer with "Oh he is fine" I refuse to say how he really is, for the reality of it all brings me to complete tears.<br />
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Tears, Oh the tears. I am such a closet crier. I don't think Bryce knows how much it effects me. He only sees me cry maybe 5% of the time. I cry driving, I cry in the bath, I cry at work, I cry in bed. Oh I am a hot mess. This is a daily occurrence. I have lost my appetite. I have lost the will to make Christmas magical. I am losing my hair in chunks. I know I cant think about the what ifs and I should just enjoy the moments I have but it is just hard. I am too young to lose my parent. I am too young to think about spending 60 years without my dad. I am beyond frustrated that I don't have a crystal ball so I can just brace myself for when and where it is going to happen. I know I could have another 5 years with my dad but the last 2 months have been hell.<br />
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Denial has taken over my life. denial, you suck.<br />
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(Ive turned off the comments for this post. This is more to just write and let it all out then to let people know what is truly going on... life. goes. on.)<br />
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Denial#cite_note-2"><span></span></a>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305744432530432066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856755833811682406.post-65912885942654422852013-10-24T20:40:00.001-06:002013-10-24T20:44:33.969-06:00Forest FariesI am sitting here wrapped up in a blanket, barely able to move my fingers, and considering that maybe now is the time to turn up the heater - only to realize that I have yet to finish my reunion post! how lame am I? I will try harder. I say that alot... see a pattern?<br />
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What are forest fairies???? Well they are these mythical creatures that I created. You see, we have good kids. but all kids have bad days right? I wanted a way to have these kids WANT to behave and more importantly something to stand out while we are on vacation to remember for the rest of their lives. Island park is near and dear to my heart. It is where my heart is. I would probably live there if I could afford it. As a matter of fact, mark my word that if I ever become a millionaire, My second home will be there... and well used. So for me to love this place - well I want the kids to love it more. I want them to want to take their kids there and their kids there and so on. so I created these fairies. These fairies that survive in the forest, thrive on good behavior and good deeds. Misbehaving scares them away. I had a whole thought process behind. The only thing I lacked was a story but a huge thanks to my friend Rie Pie for helping me out. You see, she is this amazing writer (although she would deny it) and it is something she loves to do. so I gave her a call. I suck at writing - proven fact (hello, anyone out there?!?!?! prime example right here!!!) She eagerly agreed! That right there saved me. If she would have said no - how would I explain the fairies to the kids without giving away the secret behind it? This year I just read the story... next year I am hoping to create a book. I sat the kids down and read the story to them. I want anyone who wants to use the idea to go ahead but I am going to make them work for it a little bit. The basis of the story was to hang a bag in the trees by a rope and wait for the secret treasures that they will leave behind. Every day we had stuff for the kids. It wasn't just candy. We had church puzzles for them on Sunday that i put together. We had a treasure hunt for them one day, another day we had games for them, another day we had smore kits for them to do over the campfire. It was a ton of fun but being sneaky comes at a price. It was alot of work to get together and it was alot of work trying to not get caught but at the end of the week - it was 100% success. I think next year though - I wont put as much labor into it. I will also start earlier. this year I start in February putting things together.. next year - well Ive already started putting stuff together.<br />
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I also had little 'fairy lights' that we put out at night. How did we manage to keep the kids away??? Well the story also told them how they will lose their magic if they chase after them or try to catch them. It worked perfectly. Poor E didnt want them to die and she sure made her cousins know that. She was 'in love'. <br />
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So there you have it... the story behind the fairies. I will continue my little adventure in the not so far distant future. hopefully. I don't want to wrap this up at Christmas. Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305744432530432066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856755833811682406.post-44703957622174093862013-09-18T21:52:00.000-06:002013-09-18T21:52:37.048-06:00W reunion Part 1Well well well...<br />
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It has been so long that I have put this off for over a month. I don't even know where to begin. I am embarrassed that I have abandoned my blog that long. It is crazy to think that they last time I posted, it was beginning of summer. Now, here I am sitting at home with the windows closed on the first cold night, with my fall decor up, leaves abandoning their home as mother nature changes her course that we all expect every year at this time.<br />
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June:<br />
The beginning of June prove that it was going to be a busy summer. It started off with my niece leaving 2 1/2 month early for college. I was preparing for a summer full of fun and aunt advice on life lessons I learned but that came to a screeching halt when she got a job and decided to head down early. only 3 days after she had her wisdom teeth pulled, being a trooper, and going shopping with me to get as many things crossed off her list as possible. She did great and we got nearly the entire list checked off. I am rather proud that I didn't cry as I said goodbye to her. Oh man, what am I going to do when I have my own kids????<br />
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At the end of June I bought a new car! ok, well SUV. It has been my dream to own an SUV for a long time. We have been in the discussion of a new vehicle since January. We were browsing and I was figuring out what I exactly wanted in my vehicle. My first and only vehicle I have owned in my life was the bottom of the line... bottom of bottom. There was no picking and choosing what I wanted so this one we were going to do things a bit different. In April, I had finally figured out what I wanted. After searching and searching, putting my feelers outs there, going to car lot after car lot, test driving, heartache and all of not finding a vehicle - I finally decided to throw in the rag and give up. as I was telling Bryce all of this (I had a certain price range, certain miles, certain year, even specific 'add ons') I went on KSL to look at my 'back up plan' that had sold hours prior and there she was. 20 minutes posted. It was the color I wanted, in my price range, in my miles, features, everything. Next thing you know, we are looking at it shaking on it and heading home. I was beaming! I have been in love every since. There are definitely things that I learned with buying the vehicle but I think that is the case with any vehicle you get. <br />
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In July I took my first trip down to see her. Unfortunately, 2 hours after I got there, I came down with the flu. My trip was then spent the rest of the day and night in a hotel, leaving early the next morning to head home. Nothing sounded better than my own bed at that point. That weekend, Bryce also took a trip with the guys to aspen Co for a fun biking adventure. Poor him, coming home to a sick me.<br />
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In July I also celebrated My 30th birthday. It turned out just the way I wanted it. quiet! Bryce ended up working late so we went to a quiet small dinner late that evening. 2 days later, we had our 8 year anniversary. We have been dating since the first date. We celebrated by going to the Cheesecake Factory for a nice dinner. It was a nice quiet week. Wouldn't have it any other way.<br />
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At the end of July, we headed up to Idaho for my dad's family reunion. well that wasn't until the last day we were up there but it was 9 days of family fun! I have been planning this since January. It was a ton of work but well worth it. I needed a vacation away from my vacation when I was done with it but it was a good kind of exhausting.<br />
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Day 1: Saturday - Bryce and I got up bright and early to finish packing. We keep the pathfinder in the garage to keep it clean. The night before we had packed up the majority of everything and my parents had even come over to pick up the 4 wheeler while Bryce fixed a few things on their trailer before we headed out. The original plan was to leave between 7 and 8. When I couldn't get ahold of my sister by 8:30, I decided to take the chance of waking her husband who had probably just fallen asleep, to make sure she hadn't slept through her alarm. Luck had it that she didn't, she was just running a little late. and by a little i mean alot. 9:45, after she showed up, we finished packing her stuff, the bikes and the rzr we were on our way. We knew that on our way down we wanted to stop at a few places. Our first stop was smith and Edwards. We spent a good hour and a half looking through that place. It has been forever since I have been there. We ended up spending a ton of money and the only real thing I remember buying is a carhart jacket.<br />
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We got back on the road and went as far as we could before getting food. When we stopped at Wendy's, we took some time to call my parents and my sister who were coming up behind us. When Bryce had worked on my parent trailer their tires were balding. One was going flat. We changed it out to the spare but suggested that they get new tired before we left. My dad, being stubborn - especially around 'trip' time, ho hummed about it. When We called them, they were not only stopped to get tires since they wouldn't hold air, but also to pick up my dad some clothes since he forgot all of his at home (at least he didn't forget his medicine!!!!) How he forgot his clothes is beyond any of us. They were too far to turn back and grab them.<br />
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Back on the road we headed as far as we could until we got the the Idaho Army Surplus in Idaho Falls. That place is huge. It is like a mans best friend. Bryce could have spent hours in there but I think we were all exhausted from being up late packing, and up early to leave. Right before we arrived at the army surplus, I had my first adventure in 'hauling'. Whenever we are hauling something, Bryce drives. He was aware enough to know that it was not safe for him to drive, it was my turn to take over. I didn't mind it but I was so tense the entire time. My neck hurt (it was raining the entire way down there), my eyes hurt, my head hurt and I was tired. As we were in the surplus I was literally falling asleep on a rack of clothes. After an hour, Bryce got himself a nice backpack. We got back on the road and finished the last leg of our trip. It was so nice to break up the trip with the stops.<br />
<br /> and hour and a half later, we were in Island park, cruising down big springs. The anticipation of getting there was driving me crazy! I was more excited than a kid on Christmas. I was even the first one out of the vehicle... possibly before it even stopped. I unlocked the key code to the house and opened it up for everyone. It was a big beautiful spacious cabin. Probably the most amazing cabin I have seen in a long time. 5 bedrooms, 3 baths, floor to ceiling windows, 2 fridges, 2 washer and dryers, game room filled with every gaming systems possible (and games!), amazing deck with an awesome view, all on a nice quiet cul-de-sac. about 30 minutes after we arrived, the rest of my family arrived. We all helped unload. The kids were antsy from being in the car for so long that it was nice to send them running back and forth with stuff they could carry in the house. Before we knew it, It looked like it was 'home'. We had everything we needed and everything we imagined. The night was still young so we unloaded the bikes and took a spin out on the rzr and 4-wheeler. When we got back We had a story for the kids. A story about Forest Faries.....<br />
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I just looked back on blogger and the last time I did a 'real' update was st George. That seems like an eternity ago... it was only 4 months ago. I think it is time for an actual update.<br />
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The rest of march went off without a hitch. Mostly just working. We didn't do much after st George.<br />
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In April we went out for our first real razor ride of the year. It was windy and it was cold. We spent a few hours and right as we finished loading up, huge gusts of wind came rolling in. I almost blew off like a tumble weed.<br />
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Last year at the Twilight prescreening I won a huge gift pack that included 6 tickets to the tree house museum. After a very long winter I packed up my mom's vehicle and took off with my 2 sisters and their kids to the museum. (It was alot easier then driving two vehicles around). I think the kids had fun. Allowed for us adults tag teamed each other. We all started out with one kid and by the end we ended up with a different kid that we had to chase after. Let me tell you that this place is really cool with LOTS of things to do - with that said - there is so many things to do that the kids often skip over the 'small' cooler things to get to the big things. At one point I even found my sister sitting at the 'learning' station playing children's game with her 'child' no where in sight. After tracking down her kid - I then found her at the 'paper doll' station creating her own paper doll. we obviously entertain easily.<br />
After we were exhausted from chasing kids around for a couple of hours, we headed to one of our favorite places in Roy for a late lunch. Maybe this place isn't that great but for us sisters - it holds some of the greatest memories in our life. So for that - it makes it that much better.<br />
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Also in April (actually it was March but it felt like April since she finally got to go home) I became an aunt again. It has been 20 years since we have had a sick baby like that. She struggled for the first week of her life but she fought hard and was able to not only get out of the NICU but also go home. She was tiny at first but just last week I noticed a tiny double chin coming in. (sorry no pics of her - to be respectful of new baby S and her mama)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I took a picture through the doors at the NICU. This picture melts my heart. It has not been easy for Bryce dealing with my family coming for a family of just bryce and his sister, let alone being around babies. I am sure this was a scary moment for him to go into a place where sweet innocent babies are so sick that they are supported by machines. </td></tr>
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2 weeks after Baby S was born, her brother had prom! Prom is such a big deal for me, I think more than it is for the kids. We took T out to get his tux (he looks awesome in his pale pink vest and bow tie - seriously - he rocked it!) got his flowers, money for dinner, tickets and pictures, don't forget the after party. Things have changed since I was that age. When you got your drivers licence, there were no restrictions, now there is. Since T is new to the driving world, he could not drive. He had many options but being the savy person he is, I drove him and his group to the capital and back. I didn't say anything the entire time. They were running super late and were only at the actual dance an hour. I had enough time to grab something to eat and then head back to pick them up and take them to the after party. Overall I think it was a good night. (again no pics of him - to respect his wishes)<br />
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Funny story..., after I ate, I went back up to the capital to wait for T's 'text' to pick him up. I was really only there for maybe 7 minutes when I got it. I parked on the far side of the parking lot and just read. I heard alot of noise and looked up to see the two girls soaking wet in their dresses. It was down pouring at this point. Of course their dates were with them, instead of getting the car and picking them up at the door they were all walking out to the car together. One of the boys turned around to take a picture of the apparent hilarious scene (with their hair falling in their face, shoes in hand - walking barefoot, and the only assumption that their dresses were ruined) only a mere .5 seconds later he hit right into a sign that he didn't see before he turned around. At first I was worried that he was hurt because he hit it pretty hard, but after all of them picked themselves up off the asphalt from laughing I couldn't help but laugh myself. <br />
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May was by far my busiest month. I had so much hair - I was cramming people into where ever they would fit. I had at least 3 appointments every night (which is alot when you work a full time job doing something else). The first weekend - Bryce's sister graduated from the U of U with her paleontology degree. She has been working very hard for this and it is a hug accomplishment for her. The ceremony took FOREVER. We got there at 5 and didn't leave until 9. By the time we got to dinner it was 10. We were all hungry and exhausted.<br />
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By mid May, I don't think I even got to sleep. I had 2 lei's to make and 2 more graduations. about a week before my niece, K, graduated I found out that my BIL family was coming in from Uganda. It is extremely hard, next to impossible to get visa's to come to the US... let alone 8, but they did. 3 days before K graduated I had her lei's done. Wednesday before memorial day my BIL family flew in. Thurs I had off for K's graduation. I had some spare time so I pampered myself with a pedicure. By 2 we were running out the door to pick up some of my BIL's family and head up to the U. Can I just say i love how fast they are at high school graduations???? After the graduation, we took pictures - a ton of them since my family is so huge - and then headed to dinner. By the time we got home it was after 9 and we had to do this all over again the next day.<br />
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Friday, I went back to work and got some work in but left a little bit early to pick up Bryce and head back up to the U for my BIL graduation. Again, By the time we got home it was almost 10 that night.<br />
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Saturday we had my BIL graduation party since his American family was in from out of town. It was alot of fun to see him interacting with dad and siblings. After a long day - I came home exhausted. We were suppose to do this again for memorial day but I just needed a break and bowed out.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My SIL who helped take pictures. She took a picture of me so I took on back :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My sister got a dog! This is Kobe and he is so cute!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is Winnie. She has never really pet a 'safe' dog. she was very hesitate but just wanted to love on Kobe afterwards</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is my adorable niece S. She is so grown up! Not so little anymore...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">proof that I really was there</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My dad :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my BIL, his dad and brother all dancing.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More dancing - this time they pulled in all of the girls.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is prossie and John. He was seriously so adorable (but really shy!)</td></tr>
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Now here we are in June. within two weeks of K graduating, she has her wisdom teeth pulled and moved to college early where she was offered a job. It has been crazy ever since. I took her shopping 4 days after her wisdom teeth were out. She was tired, hungry, swollen and in pain but she was such a trooper and we knocked out 90% of her list. I hope that in two years I can look back on this post and say 'YOU DID IT!!!!" and she is graduating with her associates degree and heading towards her bachelors degree. If she does that she will be the 3rd person in my family to graduate with a degree (me being the 2nd). It is so strange that she is in college. I never thought it would come so quickly but it has... hopefully she will still need her weird aunt.<br />
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To finish off - here are some more pics (from my phone) of things that have been randomly going on. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My nephew went to scout camp and stayed up all night. He fell asleep on my couch when my sister came out to help me with some craft stuff and jokingly, we put this not on his head since he missed lunch and dinner (If you are hungry.... do not wake me, your dinner is in the fridge)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Getting ready for summer! Bought a bunch of helmets for our ATV's</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Smoothie capital here. I was bagging up all of this chopped up fruit to put in the freezer</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Working on his mad shooting skills. I was working on my mad picture taking skills.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Getting ready to work on my mad handgun skills</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My sister's craft blocks to put in her home</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo shopping a ton of pictures!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">camping!</td></tr>
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Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305744432530432066noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856755833811682406.post-30717472651256111342013-04-15T18:25:00.001-06:002013-04-15T18:25:09.145-06:00Current favorite....Here is my new current favorites... Not necessarily together... first... Toad-Ally snax popcorn plus (they also have one called hanky panky). Perfect mix of sweet and salty! The Carmel corn is not hard at all but not soft enough to rip your teeth out. Love the mini pretzels!! Everything is better in mini. I got this at gordmans for $2. It's my perfect little treat.<br />
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Next would be beans and brew lemonade. Ok it's not the lemonade itself (although I am totally stoked that it is back!!!!) but it's their new flavor: blackberry blood orange. I am in love! Blended or iced (I prefer iced) go give 'em a try. <br />
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In november of 2011, I wrote this life lesson. It was posted in my nablopomo, which in turn, was I think overlooked by many. Tonight was one of these nights. I sense that the season are changing and so am I.</div>
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well today has been a reflective day and it is only noon! I came home
today from spending the night with my SIL and was in bed cuddling with
Bryce. While I was laying there listening to his soft snores I couldn't
help but let my mind wander. Sometimes that is a great thing. I have
this great big tree just west of our window. The weather is changing,
the wind is blowing, and a snow storm is expected to hit us a soon. As I
was looking at this tree I began to reflect on this past year. I began
to see myself in this tree. The seasons are changing and so is life. </div>
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have had to decided to make a few changes in my life recently to get
back to the happy person I once was. I was letting things get to me. So I
told myself that with the seasons changing so would I. I haven't voiced
this to anyone but Bryce. I was thinking back to where I was a month
ago, 3 months ago, 6 months ago and even a year ago. I am that tree! </div>
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When I was born I was this beautiful tree with a few green leaves. as I
learned to walk and talk, the leaves on MY tree were changing. They were
bright and bold and I am sure everyone love to see me glow as my life
season changed... just like my tree outside. Then that became old and
the boldness and bright colors wore off. Being so young, I don't
remember but I'm sure I felt bare and cold. skip a few years ahead... I
am a child trying to figure out who I am and where I belong in the
world. I was green again, growing, getting stronger, and I have more
leaves. I am warming up to my surroundings, I am in 6th grade finding
myself. My leaves are getting bold, strong, bright and they stand
out.... then BAM! I hit Jr. high school and I lose myself once again. My
life is cold and bare and I have to kick into survival mode, I have to
learn to adapted. This continues through my life. Through high school,
through the adult-but-I'm-still-a-teen-phase, through relationships,
through work, through all of the different aspects of my life. </div>
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older and go through the seasons changing I get bigger and stronger with
more leaves and finer details of aging but it is a beautiful process.
We cant forget either that there are birds who try to wiggle their way
into your beauty and may poop on you, but is that what you want?? Going
through life letting something so small crap on what potential we can
all be??? 6 months ago I was that tree. Showing another sign of aging,
letting the wind rip through my bare branches wondering if I was going
to make it or be broken in the process. The sun came out, I started to
get my green back - not standing out, trying to figure out what to do
from there. Today I am that bright bold tree again. I show lots of
color: yellows, orange and reds. This is something I yearn for - even
when I have it. I am sure the wind will torment me and I will loose my
leaves. For now I will keep telling myself: 'The seasons are changing
and so am I.'<br />
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Today I am grateful for this bright, bold beautiful tree that was put in
our backyard many many many years ago to teach me this one lesson I
learned today. I am grateful I am a tree </div>
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Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305744432530432066noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856755833811682406.post-78806038914372722722013-03-17T22:10:00.000-06:002013-03-17T22:10:00.969-06:00St GeorgeSince the beginning of January, Bryce has been saying he wants 'sun' and warm weather. this was a daily occurrence... For valentines day, I came up with this smart idea to take Bryce to st. George. I would be able to give him what he had been asking for, for a month and a half. Welllllll to make a long story short... hot wire sucks! They really got me good. after hours, and I mean hours, of fighting with them over them booking a hotel room that wasn't even available, I was able to get my money back. I was really sad that I could not give Bryce what he had been asking for. My plan failed miserably! Since I had been on the phone 6+ hours fighting with hot wire I decided to tell Bryce what was up. I guess things work out better that we didn't go. The weekend we were scheduled to go was beyond busy. I had 3 people from work go down there and Bryce had a co-worker down there and it was so busy that they couldn't get in to eat at a restaurant. It was the first weekend that was nice down there in months, there was conventions and it was a holiday weekend. Fast forward 2 more weeks - I jumped on to hotels.com and saw a great deal for a hotel. This was on a Monday... I ho-hummed over it until Wednesday. I decided that it was the perfect weekend... a perfect 75 degrees, no conventions, no holidays and no pre-arranged plans for us. I went ahead and booked our hotel and got going on packing things. I had our bags to pack and went shopping for some 'snack' food to eat on the way down. Friday came and I could not get out of work fast enough. Bryce even got home 3 hours early from work. When I got home we threw our stuff in the car and headed south.<br />
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The drive down there was long. We had to stop and get gas and dinner. It was too dark to be able to see where the warmth had hit. The only thing we saw on our way down was snow. We got there about 830, checking in to our hotel and called it a night. We talked about all the things we could do and places I had picked out to eat. Our hotel package came with more than a continental breakfast. They had hash browns, eggs, french toast, doughnuts, bagels, waffles, fruit, all kinds of drinks and much more. I am not for sure if it was the fact that we were up super early or that it wasn't that great of a breakfast but I hardly ate anything. Bryce had eggs, hashbrown and a morning ritual of oatmeal. When were done we headed back to the room to change and get going for the day. With the warm weather - even at 8 in the morning, a light jacket was beyond warm enough for me. We changed , grabbed our water packs and snacks and headed across the street to grab stuff for lunch.<br />
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After we grabbed the few things we needed, we decided to head over to snow canyon. Neither of us have really been to st George so we were not for sure what we were in store for. When we got to snow canyon, we decided to drive to the top and work our way down. I did not expect to get to the top of the canyon 8 minutes later but we did. so we hit the parking lot at the top and what turned into 'I just want to see what is at that point over there' turned into us hiking 3 different trails. Did I mention that we did not pack sunscreen??? By this time it is almost 1 and there was nothing that we could do about it. Something that was only suppose to be a minute turned into 4 1/2 hour hike. By the time we made it back to the car, we were starving. and I was burned.<br />
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There was a small area in the canyon that had a few tables. We got there before the crowd. As soon and we starting eating - everyone showed up. after lunch we decided to head down the canyon to go grab some sunscreen for my already burned shoulders. As got towards the end there was a parking lot that Bryce wanted to check things out.... that 'check things out' turned into us hiking all the way back up the canyon to where we stopped before lunch. By this time I was already toast - so why rush. There is rock everywhere. tons of places to climb, all different kinds of trails. When we got back to the car it was 4 and we were hungry again. We decided to head back to the hotel, get cleaned up and head to an early dinner.<br />
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After dinner, we did a little window shopping, and by now my legs were sore. Neither of us had hiked that much in a long time. after about an hour of window shopping, we headed over to get dessert. By this time we had gotten so much sun that it was cold even though it was still 60 degrees outside. After ice cream, we headed back to the hotel with plans to hit the pool but the only thing I hit was the bed. I don't think I even remember getting in to bed.<br />
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The next morning, Bryce wanted to go to a dinosaur museum and go to a Mongolian BBQ place for lunch. I didn't think much of it so we took our time getting going. We headed over to breakfast, which was better but I only ate a bagel. We went back to our hotel room and packed up. When we checked out it was still really early and neither place was open. So we headed towards sand hallow to check it out for future trips. Only Bryce didn't stop at the exit... he kept going and before you know it we ended up at Zion's national park. It has been a really long time since I have been there that it doesn't even look like the same place. We drove up the 'non- senic' side through the tunnel to the east entrance and back down. Just before we went through the tunnel there was a hike. The board said that it was a mile round trip - when we got back to the car it was over a 2 mile hike round trip. This hike I did not like. We were on the side of the rock without anything to keep you from falling over a 300 foot drop. Who does that??? well apparently alot of people. over half way through - as we are walking along the cliff that is literally a half a foot to my left - we come around a bend to see a 'bridge' out of wood. Only the bridge has nothing below it but the drop off to the scary ravine. My first response was 'hell no!' and I told Bryce I would wait for him to finish... only the problem was - where I was at there was no where for people to pass. So I would have to go back down part of the pathway by myself on the side of a cliff or continue on. This is something really difficult for me. I have dreams of falling off cliffs and I can feel my body hitting the bottom - where ever the bottom is. It is horrible to feel/see that. Bryce almost lost his hand as I was crossing that bridge but I did it. eventually we got to this amazing lookout over Zions... was it worth it? yes. Would I do it again? Probably not. going back, there was this cloud of doom hanging over me. Had we not been hiking on a cliff I probably would have ran all the way back just so I could be done with it. again, Bryce almost lost a hand on the way back. I am surprised I didn't break it. Once we got back down we jumped in the car and headed through the tunnel. You are not allowed to stop in this tunnel. It is very narrow and very dark. Luckily we had no one behind us so we broke the rules and stopped a few time for pictures. only for a brief second though.<br />
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After the tunnel we then headed up the 'scenic' drive to check it out. By the time we were hungry again it was close to 3 so we headed out of Zions and found the only place open to eat. The place it is called 'wildcat willies'. Let me tell you that this is the best food I have ever had in my entire life. Bryce even agreed. It is about 1/2 mile before the entrance to Zion's and if you ever get a chance to stop... do it! I got this amazing salad and Bryce got a BBQ burger. For being a tourist place it was just the right price. but if it was just in the city - it would have been overpriced. By the time we got done eating it was near 430 and we needed to head home. We got home just before 830 that night and we were already ready to go back. Once we hit beaver, it rained all the way home. we both already missed the sun. This trip was a much needed trip for both of us. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Overlooking zion's</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the looking down on the long tunnel you have to drive through</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The end of the trail...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I made it!!!!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There is the bridge of death... it doesnt look like much but when you look down you are looking down into a 300 foot drop. ugh!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Driving through the tunnel looking out of the opening (see picture above)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is about half way through the tunnel. It is almost 2 miles long.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another look out of the opening of the tunnel. SOme amazing views, and I am glad we broke the rules :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Snow canyons, our first trail... bryce with my car right behind him. It is the last 'trip' for my car since I am getting a new one!!!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">While bryce was exploring - I looked down and saw this lizard. He was black - I have never seen one blend in withe the black rock. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and he ran away from me - or so he thought. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Snow canyon - rock everywhere....</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As I said - rock everywhere. You can literally spend all day running around on the rock. </td></tr>
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<br />Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305744432530432066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856755833811682406.post-41249666818250590542013-02-21T12:12:00.001-07:002013-02-21T12:12:14.464-07:00Current favorite....Here is my new current favorite.... <br />
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7-11 mini doughnuts!!!! <br />
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They are perfect bites size doughnuts. The are 3 for .99... Who could not love that price???? They are perfect for that small craving of sweetness without going overboard. <br />
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Besides, who does love mini anything?!?!?!?!?! <br />
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You see I, along with my family, belong to a club. It's a club that no one wants to be in yet we were put into this club for reasons that we will probably never have explanation for. It seems like before I was put into this club, I had heard of it happening, but never to anyone close to me. Now it seems like it is everywhere. Now my friend Jana joins me of 6 years, and we cannot forget her siblings too. Then my friend kacey joined us 3 years ago... Along with her parents and siblings. Now, just 9 days old, a new girl that I grew up with, joins us. The pain never goes away and it does not get any easier. It's a club that no one wants to join and no one wants to talk about, yet we are all aware that it is there. <br />
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So what is it that sets us apart from so many others? Suicide. Suicide to a spouse, sibling or parent. I don't tend to include aunts and uncles because I don't think that you get a full effect when it's not sitting in front if your face, at every family meal or function, at everyday life. Doesn't mean it doesn't exist it that it hurts less because it doesn't but when it it a spouse, sibling or parent it is in your face every single day. It's your life. There is no getting away from it. <br />
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Now I know that each and every single one of my siblings have dealt with it differently. Some don't let it appear to bother them as others. I on the other hand wear my emotions on my sleeve. And I have yet to get this leaky eye syndrome checked out! Every single time I hear about this happening, a little piece of my heart breaks. I know the long road that is now paved for the survivors. It sucks. No better way to put that. I don't know why but this week it feels like my heart was literally ripped from my chest. What do you say? What do you do? I'm sorry does not seen justifiable or satisfying. <br />
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So now what???? Well we help pick up the pieces and try to live our lives to the best possible way we can. And when we hear of this happening to someone we know, we stand together and let their families know that we understand and try to help pick up a piece or two for them. <br />
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I told my friend on Monday night... "Remember how he lived and not how he died." She has two precious babies to love for the rest of her life and the best thing she can do is tell then how he lived his life and not what a horrible awful death he had. So with that I want to tell people how my BIL lived and not how he died. <br />
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He was a good father. He loved his son. He loved my sister. He loved his family and he loved our family. <br />
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Oh how he loved food. You could always find him in the kitchen. He was quiet but if you went in the kitchen and sat by him he would talk your ear off. His stomach was a bottomless pit.<br />
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He was a true super hero at heart. He loved superheroes more than anything. I bet he would go crazy over Thor, iron man and the avengers. He was the first one in line to see the hulk and even dressed up his son as the hulk at the age if 3 for Halloween. <br />
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He loved video games. I remember right before his son was born, I went over to their house to find him with the empty bouncer next to him playing video games as if his son was sitting there sleeping... Even though he wasn't born yet. <br />
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He loved his cats.<br />
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He strived to make the best possible life for my sister and nephew. He was a hard worker often working 2 jobs to support my sister as a stay at home mom. <br />
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There are a just a few... I try really hard to remind jayce of the good in his dad and not the horrible awful death he had. Because he needs that. His dad will be a superhero is his eyes. <br />
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Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305744432530432066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856755833811682406.post-254061243658154502013-01-25T21:16:00.002-07:002013-01-25T21:18:54.836-07:00Year in reviewI think it is that time of year to do my year in review. I am still standing by the fact that if I make goals at the beginning of January I am automatically setting myself up for failure. So here we are getting ready to start February, so I think it is time to review last years goals.<br />
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Here were my 'wants':<br />
Get off of the phones at work - switched departments. Check and check! I have to cover phones every once in a while for 'breaks' It comes down to twice a month. can I tell you that I absolutely hate it! I do not miss that job! Every time I have to go up there it is a nice gentle reminder to be grateful for what I have.<br />
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Go back to the Paiute.. yep! We did that. Paiute - 2 us - 1. We will be back with a vengeance this year. Paiute will not kick our butts!<br />
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Go back to Island park.... did that too! It was such a great time, yet a harder time leaving. I'm considering moving up there.<br />
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Do something fun and different for myself. As I stated last year, I took a cake decorating class last year. I also helped my sister photograph a wedding... quite an experience. I also took my friends family photos... Cherry hill, Moab by rzr... I am sure there are many more things to add to that list but that will make one very long post!<br />
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Get back to grocery shopping bi-weekly. I did ok on that. It made it extremely difficult not having an oven. I got a new stove the week before Christmas. it wasn't a complete fail but it wasn't a complete success.<br />
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Now on to my goals:<br />
I want to lose 20 pounds and keep it off. What I didn't know was that about a month after that I went to the doctors for a routine check up. Sad to admit that the year prior I gained 20 pounds. Can I say emotional eating. Do we need to mention work??? Yeah - scary point in my life. It was awful! I made myself an agreement that I wanted to drop that 20 pounds before island park. I did it! It was a success. I was hoping to kick another 20 by the end of the year. I have not done that. but I have kept off the 20 that I gained...<br />
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Get back to kickboxing - not to lose weight but to enjoy myself. Check! It was the best thing I did last year. I love kick boxing and it has helped with my stress levels. There are weeks that I don't want to go, there were weeks that I didn't go... but I went on a regular basis.. enough to say that i did it!<br />
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Wear make up once a week. I tried that, I did really well at the beginning of the year - then I forgot about it and once again, that 10 minutes extra of sleep became more important.<br />
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Start 'my favorite things' post. Yep! did that too... I still have more coming, don't worry!<br />
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Buy a new pair of shoes every other month. I got through 4 out of 6. 4 great pairs of shoes... but I sucked at taking pictures.<br />
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Try a new restaurant every month. FAIL!<br />
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Goal as a couple: Dress up, get out and do something together. Last year was a tough year for us and we did not do this. Kinda sucks to look back on that goal and realize that it was probably the most important and we failed miserably.<br />
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Now for the past month I have been racking my brain of new goals that I want for the new year and only one comes to mind.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Be Happy</span><br />
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I spent far too much time last year stressing and worrying about the 'what ifs' and 'could bes' It effected me personally and professionally. There are things that are out of my control and at the end of the day it is up to me of what I make of it. This year I am not going to worry about the small little things. I am going to embrace life and enjoy it as it comes. Sounds pretty easy right? Well only time will tell.<br />
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Now that I have that out, here are a few things I am going to do this year:<br />
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Bi-weekly lunches with my dad<br />
Island Park<br />
Piaute<br />
Cut back on hair - just cut back on days<br />
Kickboxing<br />
change my hair style (just the way it is colored....)<br />
facials<br />
Get my first hand gun (pink! nothing wrong with being powerful yet girly there) <br />
massages<br />
spend more time with my sisters<br />
More niece/nephew dates (scary frankweenie was a HUGE success)<br />
get a new car (SUV actually - already in the works. SO. FREAKIN. EXCITED!)<br />
rzr trips<br />
camping<br />
backyard bbq<br />
redo the kidney bean out front<br />
Last but not least... love my man and spend more time with him.<br />
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Sounds like lots of fun??? Yep, this year is going to be epic.<br />
<br />Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305744432530432066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856755833811682406.post-19361151584738207462013-01-16T17:27:00.000-07:002013-01-16T17:27:30.498-07:00I dont know what to even say...First off let me say that <b><u>this post is not directed at any one person </u></b>in particular. I need to say it and every time I go to say it, it is never a good time and looks as if it is directed distinctly at one person. It's not... this has been an issue for months. <br />
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ok lets start by saying I need as many comments/suggestions as possible. I assure anyone who wants to comment - I will not publish it. It is for my eyes only. You can even tell me I am a whinny butt who needs to pull up my big girl panties. seriously... if that is what needs to be said - say it!<br />
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I have been back at work (hair) for 2 weeks now. The first week was just a toothpick short of a disaster. I was hoping week 2 would be better and it hasn't. At this rate, I am dreading the remainder of the year if this is just an insight of what it is going to be. Out of all of my appointments - 60% have canceled within hours of their appointment. Only 1 canceled at the 24 hours mark. Out of the remainder appointments - 75% of them showed up 20 minutes of more late. Not good ratings huh???<br />
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I feel frustrated and mad - a little sad. I am frustrated because I have clients who are waiting a month to get in to me because this time of the year I am booked that far out. I have people who would rather have that spot but I cant call them and say 'hey you want it' because I don't have time to run and grab product. I try to go only once a week to get what I need (maybe I need to rethink that??). I am frustrated because I think people get the idea that their lives are busy. What about mine??? I am beyond mad when someone's appt is at 4:30 and they show up at 5. Oh lets not forget that I have someone after them.... I have exactly 15 minutes to clean up from appointment 1 before appointment 2 arrives (had appointment 1 showed up on time). I would LOVE to take a minute and kiss my man before I hit the pillow half dead and cant remember the next morning if I kissed him or not. Lets not even talk about eating dinner. Never mess with a girl and her food. 15 minutes - for someone who shows up 20 plus minutes late or more. I am sad that people don't realize that I work outside of this. I have a full time job. This is something that I love yet I am to my breaking point of not doing it anymore because people cant respect my schedule, my house, my family or bryce. This is extremely hard for bryce yet he chooses to support me 100%.<br />
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I know most are thinking 'well you do it at home' or 'you only do it on specific days and sometimes that doesn't work for everyone' I understand that and I get that. I try to keep my prices extremely low (as a matter of fact - they are 1/3 of what I pay for my hair to get done) and I try to be as accommodating as I can. Including working through Dec when I said I was going to take it off. Staying up late to fit in that one person who might not wait. or even fitting them in on Saturday or Sunday.<br />
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lately I have been having clients show up with their loved one. Brothers, sisters, kids, parent, friends, nieces, nephews... with 'cant you just fit them in tonight.... please??? They only want..." I love the extra money but I have a hard time due to the fact that i have several people who are now at a 3 week wait. Is that fair to them? If it is not that then it is 'well you don't have an appt after me so you can fit them in.' what about spending time winding down, cleaning up, showering and eating a good meal - you were 20 minutes late remember????<br />
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I'm exhausted (already) and I'm to a major breaking point. I need suggestions and comments... again I wont publish them. they are just for me. To go and work out a salon is out. It cost too much in booth rent (might as well buy a bigger house and put it towards my mortgage), I cant charge the prices I have so that means.. yep, my rates would increase by 66% and I really don't want to commit to 40 hours a week working nights and weekends. I like having my weekends from work and I like not working 80 plus hours a week.<br />
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help!Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305744432530432066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856755833811682406.post-83038710192870452152013-01-13T16:25:00.001-07:002013-01-13T20:05:50.618-07:00PianoA couple of months ago... I mean 6 months ago, my mom approached me with an offer of a piano she found. Almost 2 years ago I asked if I could take her secondary piano, play it, clean it, tune it... Take care of it until she wanted it back. It just didn't seem to work so the subject was dropped. Now flashes forward 18 months later, my mom said that there was this piano that was free and all I had to do was move it. It was worth checking it out. One Saturday morning we drove clear to no-mans land to check out this piano. When we got there the piano was in great shape. There was minimal wearing, it was surprisingly in tune after 5 years, very well taken care of but it was ginormous!!! The piano is 80 years old and what they call an upright grand. <br />
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I worried about this piano... It was too good to be true. If I said no I would wonder if I was passing up a great opportunity. As many as there were 'pros' there were 5 more 'cons'. Would it fit in my house??? How would we move it without destroying it??? How would we get it down the stairs??? Where would we put it?? How would we lift a nearly 1000 pound piano??? <br />
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I spent time thinking about it and decided that I was going for it. I found a mover for a great price. That took out nearly half the list of cons. Before they even agreed to doing it they had to come out and measure to make sure it would fit. Let me tell you that this move was almost as bad as our couches. We just couldn't seem to get our schedule coordinated. After 2 months of trying, moving day was here. Perfect timing before the rain.<br />
As we got to piano moved from the truck to our entry way and down the stairs, our perfect plan came to a screeching hauls. Our piano was stuck. It was like fitting a square peg into a round hole.. We had to be creative in how we were going to get it to fit. Eventually we did, with a quarter inch to spare. <br />
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Soon after we got it settled, my Mom came over and help me tear it apart and show me how to clean it. It has taken me this long to get it cleaned and back together. For Christmas I got a piano bench and some sheet music. I can't wait to start playing again. <br />
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Not bad for a free piano!!! <br />
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Thanksgiving - we spent the day at home here. well not all of it but most of it. This year was the year with my family but anyone who knows me knows that I don't go to my parents house for the holidays so this year we stayed home and invited anyone who want to, to come over and be adventurous in our first attempt ever at a deep fried turkey. (we still didn't have a new stove - 10 months and counting!) It ended up being Bryce's mom, grandma, him and myself. It was a quiet non-traditional turkey day. Simple dinner - no baking, minimal cooking and lots of laughs. Around 6:30 for the first time in 8 plus years I decided that it was time to head to my parents. I would have said no but I had a cousin in town that i haven't seen in 17 years. They were here for 3 short days - arriving on Thanksgiving only 2 hours before we got there and was leaving in the wee hours of the morning on Sunday. It was fun but crowded. We stayed there only 90 minutes before heading home.<br />
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The day after Thanksgiving, we are open as a company but only require 1 person to work in each department that day. Lucky me, I was scheduled. I don't mind it because it is rather easy day. No managers, no phone calls, just me and a new Christmas tree to set up and get going. By noon, my work had brought in pizza. They told us to hurry and eat then they kicked us all out. It was an easy day to get paid for basically doing nothing. After work I called my sister and she asked me to meet her at the mall. By this time is was 1... was I insane?? YES!!!! I have this store that i am completely in love with called Torrid. Best. Store. Ever! they were having some killer deals and I wanted new clothes. My sister has never been there and she needed new clothes. Win win win win! That was the only store I was brave enough to go in to. We got in and got out as fast as we could. When I left i got a call from my cousin asking her to join her for dinner. Bryce hadn't been feeling well and he told me to go get some girl time with her. Not that i normally mind but the whole fam damily was there. We had a group of 20. It was nice to spend a few hours out with my cousin I don't get to see at all. While there my mom put me on the spot and ask me to do her hair.<br />
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The next morning I got up bright and early to pick her up. One thing not many people know is that my cousin has physical disabilities. When I see her I see a normal person who has to work 10 times harder than I do for what she wants. She tries very hard to do things on her own but she needs help constantly. When I picked her up her mom said that she would come with to help with her. Her mom scarifies so much for her on a regular basis that i told her i would be able to handle it and if we needed anything, that we would call. This gave her and her parents (Her parents also help a great ton!) the whole morning to lounge, relax, take time eating breakfast and do whatever they wanted without have to worry about AL. I took her home and helped her down to my basement and we got her all done up for an evening with my other cousins. Of all things we put in more highlights along with blue low lights. I flat ironed her hair (which she has never had done) and we called her mom when she was all done. It was so cute to see her extremely nervous for her mom to see her. Her mom loved it! It was a sad time to say goodbye to them. I don't know if it will be another 17 years before I see them again. They are talking about coming down next year, hopefully for a longer period of time, but things come up and things change. Hopefully it wont be too long.... after my cousin left, we got ready and headed over to Bryce's sister. This year is was their turn to spend Thanksgiving with the in-laws (its nice that we are on the same year) and when that happens we have a huge dinner at their house the Saturday after thanksgiving. It was filled with movies - always a tradition to watch Christmas vacation with his family when we do our thanksgiving dinner - food, laughs, and games.<br />
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This year I had Christmas Eve off. The first time in a long time and hopefully not the last since I have switch departments at work. First part of the morning I spent running errands. To the grocery store, to my parents house to drop off gifts... all very early so I missed the crowds. I was home by 11 and just relaxed until Bryce got home. We spent some time tidying up the house and settled down to dinner, Christmas movies and chocolate fondue.<br />
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The next morning Bryce was up at 5:30 (surprise!!!! I am usually the one that is up super early) when he gets up, I get up - for the most part. We open our gifts and we headed back to bed for a short nap. By mid morning his family came over and I was well on my way to making lunner... or dinch. (on my new stove mind you!) We opened up gifts and had dinner. By 5, everyone was gone and we settled down to more movies. The day after Christmas we went shopping in the bright morning hours.. and it was a complete bust! Bryce had to work and headed to work while I went home and relaxed. I wasn't feeling so hot so I spent the day lounging around with some of my favorite movies... somewhere in there I took a nap too. I didn't get any pictures on Christmas. I was having too much fun enjoying myself (or staying busy in the kitchen)<br />
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New years eve I had to work. It has been a long busy ride since then. I got off at 4 to head out and run a few errands before we had a small party at our house with family and a few friends. There is no better way to end the new year than that. <br />
<br />Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305744432530432066noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856755833811682406.post-64945480762860748702012-11-29T21:53:00.001-07:002012-11-29T21:53:06.193-07:00FlowersI woke up this morning sick. Not sick like the flu but sick from nerves. It has been 4 days since I have slept. My conversation with my sister yesterday helped. 'Think good thoughts before bed' she told me but it still didn't give me the peace I was looking for. My morning routine was a bit different this morning. I put more time and effort into how I looked. Soon I was out the door on my way to work. As the morning grew lighter the butterflies in my stomach didn't go away. They got worst. And so did the feeling of wanting to throw up. 'just a couple more hours' - I would try to tell myself. It didn't help. Shortly before 10 I left. I had to make one quick stop. I pulled into flower patch and by now I was frazzled with nerves. I looked at the floor in the shop to see myself - scattered - and in pieces. Now was the time to pick up the pieces and put myself together. I had 28 minutes.<br />
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That phone call was the call I don't think anyone wants to hear. I don't think anyone wants to make. There was alot of crying that night. I tried to tell myself that it would be ok. My parents tried to reassure me she would be fine. I could not shake the bad feeling I had growing inside of me. This was the first time, but not the last, that i was going to loose my friend. It wasn't that I didn't believe. It wasn't that she didn't put up on hell of a fight. It was just a gut feeling... a sick feeling that shakes you to the core, that I had an hour glass sitting in front of me and at any minute the time was going to run out.<br />
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Our walks stopped, the summer time turned into dread. She could not be in the sun while in the middle of radiation. Even young women's was painful. I endure girls camp without her. Without my sidekick... the one person who understood me. I was an outcast. I was by myself. There were lot of surgeries. Lots of visits to primary children's hospital. Lots of phone calls. My life had turned around - only because hers had turned around. It was backwards and upside down. I tried to keep busy throughout my jr year. I would go over and visit when she wasn't feeling good enough to attend our youth group activities. On the days she felt well we took advantage of that time but I had to be careful as to not be sick. Then chemo started and the times to see her came far and few between. Her hair fell out - in chunks. Finally she got not just a wig but 2 wigs. they were itchy and uncomfortable. She would not go out with them though. She would get tired very easily. She attended school less and less but kept fighting one hell of a fight. I never saw her without a smile - or a joke. She was fighting this ginormous battle with a great sense of humor. Summer came again - she was too weak to do much so once again I was on my own to attend the youth group activities by myself.<br />
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My senior year was suppose to be the best of my life! But why did I dread it so much???? The year started off great. Finally - we were in the same school. She even felt well to attend most of her classes. I never knew if she was going to be there but when she was, it was the highlight of my day. School became a chore to me. I didn't want to be there, I didn't want to go. I just couldn't wait for it to be over with. I couldn't wait to graduate. Christmas came and I saw her at school less and less. by spring, she had stopped going to school altogether. Only because it was in her best interest. The migraines were getting bad again. April rolled around and I was 2 months from graduating. I walked the 5 houses down the street to her house to see her. She lived in a tri-level home. The formal living room as you walk in with the kitchen directly behind that. With stairs going up or down. I walked down the 6 steps to the main living room to see her on the couch. She didn't move but she sure lite up when she heard me call her name. I every so gently kneeled next to the couch as to not move her. 'the pain is so bad, just moving my head hurts immensely' It was becoming a struggle just for her to move her head. She was not getting better.... WHY? While I was there, it was time for her to eat. Her mom made her some potatoes. When I saw the plate I was astonished as to how someone could eat so little for a meal. It was then that i realized that she had lost an extreme amount of weight.<br />
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The net few weeks were a blur. I had alot going on with school. I was paddling as fast as i could to keep my head above water. School was horrible. I felt i was living in a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from. We had a fun run coming up at school. The last big thing before graduation. I signed up for it. It would be fun to hang out with some friends, eat food and tag team relay until I had to go home. May was upon us and it was warm this time of year. I also had softball. The practices kept me busy and kept my mind off things. Lets not even mention church. I was forced into going to young women's. I would sneak out when I had a chance. I made it a point to leave Sunday school 5 minutes early and sneak by the young women's room without getting caught so I didn't have to endure the hour long class without my friend. I did the bare minimum to get my young women's award. Something I am not proud of but my mom would not let it go. 'fake it til you make it' really came in to play. It didn't help that I hated my leaders. They didn't understand what I was going through. They forced me to play the piano just so I would have to attend. And if they caught me sneaking out they would grab me and literally sit me in a chair and sit next to me with their arm around me so that if I tried to move or leave they would grab me. They didn't understand. They would always ask me 'So how is she doing? We would go see her but....' then the excuses would come. To me, I called that being pure lazy.<br />
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Saturday May 5th - I was to get my award. My half ass earned award. I didn't care. I did it and I could say that i did it and have people off my back. 20 minutes before we started her dad walked in. 'she is really sick and not feeling well. She wont be able to make it. I will give my talk and then I will need to return home.' The sacrifice - if only I knew. A mere 17 hours was all he had left, but none of knew that. I saw him slip out when his part was finished. I just wanted it to be done - I was done. By the time we got everything cleaned up and home it was well after 10. I asked my mom if I could take some eclairs to her and her family. It was late. Probably not a good idea but I did it anyways. most of the lights were off - only one or two lights were on and dimmed. Her mom answered the door. 'she wont see anyone but I will ask.' Those 90 seconds were probably some of the most let down 90 seconds of my life. I knew she would say no. Her mom came back and said 'she would love to see you' My feet grew heavy as I walked up those stairs. She was laying in her bed and didn't move when I came in. Once again her face lite up. When did she look so pale?? so thin??? It was worst than before.<br />
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That night was the last time I talked to my friend. 13 hours later she slipped in to a coma. 7 hours later she passed away.<br />
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It has been 10 years since i have seen her brothers. I knew today would be hard. I had 2 1/2 minutes to piece myself together and put on a smile. I got out of my car and walked up the 4 steps to the door. I open the door and there is her oldest brother. 10 years older but still looking the same. I didn't know what to say or what to do. All of these emotions have taken over me the past 4 days and I am sure seeing me it like a tidal wave hitting them. He walks over to me and gives me a hug. Then her dad sees me... like father like son. Walks over to me and hugs me. We talk for a few minutes and I leave with 'I had to come and show my support today.' Next I walk in to the back room and give her mom a giant hug. then her other brother. We talk for a few more minutes. It brings back a feeling I have been missing all of these years. I say hi to her 'SIL' and the kids. They are all so cute. We chat and I feel that my time has come that i need to go. I say hi to few more people and give my condolences. I walk out 36 minutes after I arrived. That has got to be one of the hardest yet most rewarding things I have had to do in a long time. there was only one more thing I had to do. I had some purple flowers i had to deliver....<br />
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Last week Jessica's grandfather passed away. It has torn me apart. Today was all so bitter sweet. It brings feeling back from so long ago. It has been a struggle. at lunch yesterday with my sister, she said 'think of the good thing, remember the best times, and maybe that will help.' The best way to do that... blog. Write. express.<br />
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Sometimes it is hard, Then I go to bed and wake up the next morning to realize that it is all going to be ok. I cannot wait for that feeling tomorrow morning. Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305744432530432066noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856755833811682406.post-68686894747701180872012-11-28T22:42:00.002-07:002012-11-28T22:45:41.920-07:00Games<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Nintendo. Old maid. slap jack. monopoly. sorry. Barbie. ken. dress up. Quints.<br />
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Those we the games. I won every single time at monopoly. Still do. I have old maid cards hidden away for my kids. We thought we were so mischievous - bending the corner so we knew which one NOT to pick. This could go on for hours and hours. During the summer??? Walks. the bright sun shinning. the asphalt hot on our bare feet. The trees - no blossoms in sight that spring had just past. Green - dark green... no sign of turning colors. Swimsuits. Basketball. Chalk (or rock - they were cheaper :)). Sleepovers. No school. camping trips. bike rides, Rollerblades. ice cream trucks!!!!!<br />
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This is how we grew up. We played with barbies well in to our teen - tweens... Then Jr. high came. I was 2 grades ahead of her. We went to different schools. Our friendship took its first rocky trip. It was different. but we still remained BFF's. We still had our summer time. That is when notes took over.<br />
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We had millions of them! ok, it seemed like a million of them. Random things written down. We were 'cool'. I would write them at school and take them to her house afterwards. Different school - remember??? We got each other. We understood each other. We were 'outcast'... different. Now like the other girls in our neighborhood. we did things we wanted to do. We didn't care what others thought... well we did but we hid it well. I was envious of her cool clothes, her new dance moves or the stylish hair that was never the same as before. I felt so grounded when summer came. It took me back to my roots. It gave me oodles and oodles of time to do whatever we wanted. Sleepovers were the best!<br />
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We walked alot... around and around and around the neighborhood we went. We would talk about everything and anything. Mostly the boys that I liked. I never remember it being hot outside. We would bask in the sun shine and burn within 15 minutes of being in the sun. We both had super sensitive skin. But that never stopped us. OH! And we cant forget the grass that we would always pull when it got to long and make a 'birds nest' with grass and dead branches. We had great imaginations.<br />
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In church, we always sat by each other. We always played the 'dot' game in sacrament. In Sunday school - it was painful. We were always in different classes. All of but 6 months every 2 years. Then young women's... we always sat by each other - in the corner - towards the back.<br />
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When one of use was gone, it seemed like and eternity before we got to see each other again.<br />
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Then there are the times that we would fight, fight we were like sisters. Sometimes she wouldn't answer my calls. Sometimes I wouldn't answer hers. As I said - we were like sisters. Never once, did either of us questions our friendship. At the end of the day we were still friends.<br />
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Then another school change came. I was a sophomore. I couldn't wait to be in high school. Our friendship hit another rough patch. High school was alot busier than jr high. We still had our quirks and funny ways. We were still different then the other girls, and we still stayed friends... even though we were on different levels during the school year. My sophomore year blew by in a breeze. That was the summer of '99. It was the year my sister graduated. It was nice to have a big sister to spend a year with and show me around. Protect me yet tease me. Then she graduated and we started with summer all over again. Only this summer i turned 16 and was BOY CRAZY. Little did I know how much my life would change now that i was 16. I was in my bedroom. the phone rang - and I heard my mom calling my name....<br />
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<br />Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305744432530432066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856755833811682406.post-14864985396822810732012-11-19T20:46:00.002-07:002012-11-19T20:46:33.451-07:00disappearing actSo.... I failed! I failed miserably! I really had it in me to do this whole nablopomo. It just sizzled. I am tired, I am exhausted. November is my busiest month. Bryce has been gone the past two weeks for work and at the end of the day I just lay down and I was gone.. but not. I slept horribly without him here. So physically I was exhausted and could not lift a finger.<br />
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Don't worry - I will still have a few more post here and a for more post there. Don't forget 2 (2!) more giveaways, more inspirational people and more posts. It will be great. For now - I need to go clean my room for tomorrow's cuts. I think tomorrow will be the busiest nights than I have ever had since starting school. I am back to back to back times 3. awesome!<br />
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Stay Tuned!Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305744432530432066noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856755833811682406.post-6386427751539668672012-11-12T12:13:00.001-07:002012-11-12T12:17:43.177-07:00Bee-ism's<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Everyone knows I don't have children of my own, so I gotta post about the off the wall things I hear from my young nieces and nephews. Not everyone has face book and that is where I post the majority of them so this one I am saving for my blog. Yesterday while at my sister's house, who happens to have cats - that I am sure were tormented by young children who love them more than they can contain. Bee runs up to me, in her cute 2 year old voice, "sami! I gotta see the kitties! Chloe stepped on my foot." (me) "Oh yeah? did she say excuse me???" (Bee) "No she said Mooow sami"</div>
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Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305744432530432066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856755833811682406.post-7619924411421921212012-11-10T16:35:00.001-07:002012-11-10T16:46:10.201-07:00Love the weather!The weather we have been experiencing is truly amazing! I love it. It brings out the magic of the holiday. Today I sit here baking pumpkin cookies, clearing out the fall decor and putting up the winter decor. My house is literally a mess between baking, organizing, pulling out boxes but I don't care. I love it. I love seeing each year the new things my boxes hold. They are only new to me because I tend to forget what i buy each year. It is like unwrapping a present!<br />
With this weather comes the bad - yesterday we lost our awning on our back porch. We are not for sure how much damage was done to the deck due to the amount of snow but I am sure in the next few days, the damage will so its ugly face. I hope it is minimal - since our awning was attached to our deck. That deck brings fond memories... The good the bad and the ugly. It was one project on the house that I can say "Yes, I did that!" We were right in the middle of rebuilding the deck when Bryce was injured 2 years ago. He couldn't walk, squat, sit or lift anything. He was in pain the whole time. I was his legs, his arms, his muscles while he was the voice. I pains me a little to see that there might have to be a replaced board here or there. It took alot of my blood sweat and tears. Even though the awning is gone, I still love this weather. Not even that can make the great mood I am in go away. It is a tiny reminder of all that I have. I rather have small things like that then nothing at all. here is some pictures of my adventures today:<br />
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My skeleton is getting mummy-fied and he looks awfully happy!<br />
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Here he is getting ready to go in his coffin for the next 10 months! I have to take extra care with him since he is full on glass and I do not want him broken. I have had this thing for 6 years and it still looks like I bought him yesterday. He gets wrapped in alot of paper towels.... then he goes into a bin of breakables that is stuffed with paper... he also gets wrapped in paper for extra padding.<br />
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Back to projects. recently Bryce and I decided (more like I wanted and needed his help so I didn't cut a hand off!) that we needed a little project to do together. We have been lacking in the time spending together. Both of us have been working extra long hours, so I have had this idea in my phone for over a year of a project that I wanted to do and have in the house. So we calculated, added, bought, lifted, cut, sanded and then I painted. Perfect timing too....<br />
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I wanted a good size snowman. he stands just under 3 feet tall. He is stackable for convenience too. Everything stacks into itself, including the hat. The base of the hat is the bas of the boxes. His not screws off (that is why his nose is sitting on his had and not on his face). It was a great project for both of us to do together. We would open our back door in our garage, shut the garage door, music blaring, mask faced jamming out late at night while we sanded. It was a fun project but I am glad it is over so I can start on another one. Congrats to Rie! I will send you both gift cards at the same time. let me know if you want a home depot or a wood connections :)<b> </b><br />
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<br />Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305744432530432066noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856755833811682406.post-51469961615361181522012-11-09T20:30:00.001-07:002012-11-09T20:31:32.824-07:00Tis the season!There is nothing better than getting great news to start off your day - then realizing you have to wait all day to get 'it' going.<br />
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Today I got the good news that not only was I allowed to buy a new Christmas tree but that it came with a budget. A BIG budget. Plus I got to get all new decor and trash our 15-something year old decor. Nothing beats spending a Friday evening spending someone Else's money on one of my favorite holidays. Oh wait, cuddling up to Bryce next to a fire sounds delightful right now.....<br />
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Don't forget to take your stab at my current project. Here's another hint: Tis the season!!!!!!!Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305744432530432066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856755833811682406.post-32563444032795642762012-11-08T19:24:00.000-07:002012-11-09T07:18:49.040-07:00current project completed: giveaway *Updated*I have a ton of projects. Some that I want to do some - well not so much. I wish I had 50 hours in a day to accomplish everything that I want/need to do but I don't. so I take it one step at a time. It is time to do another giveaway - oh and my current project that I just finished... well I am going to let you tell me what it is. Here are the rules:<br />
1. only 2 votes per person (for now)<br />
2. each vote much be a separate comment.<br />
3. voting can only happen here on my blog.<br />
4. The way to win: guess what my current project is that I just finished.<br />
5. Anyone can vote - if you do not live near me, I will mail the gift to you!<br />
6. The prize is a $15 home depot gift card or a $15 wood connections gift card. I want to see you finish your current project (or start a new one)<br />
7. This giveaway will end when someone guesses what my project is. Good luck!!!!<br />
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PS I will give out random hints on my blog. There are lots of guesses but no one has got it yet! Keep guessing.. you have 2 (for now) so use them wisely! Hints coming soon!Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305744432530432066noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856755833811682406.post-49261943928512604682012-11-07T19:50:00.001-07:002012-11-07T19:50:29.713-07:00Winner Winner Chicken Dinner.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It is time to announce the winner of my giveaway: Brit and Rie! brit I will give you to yours next week :) . Rie leave me a comment and let me know if you want to meet up with me or if you want me to mail it to you (along with your address). I will not publish your comment. Stay tuned... there is another giveaway coming your way!<br />
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