tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33860609875201364682024-02-19T00:52:10.489-07:00Losing My MarblesMarylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192651889217321580noreply@blogger.comBlogger427125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386060987520136468.post-50675319884604013602014-04-07T21:27:00.000-06:002014-04-07T21:27:30.029-06:00When Forgiveness Comes to Your Doorstep<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Years ago (2001) in a <a href="https://www.lds.org/general-conference/2001/10/the-atonement-our-greatest-hope?lang=eng"><i>General Conference talk</i></a> given by James E. Faust on the Atonement he said this about forgiveness:<i><span style="color: blue;"> "Keep a place in your heart for forgiveness, and when it comes, welcome it in."</span></i> I remember when he said it and how it struck a chord with me. I believe we have all had times when we have been hurt, wronged, judged, treated unkindly or been betrayed and also done the same to others in our worst moments. However, I would like to think that over the years my rough edges are being worn smooth and maturity is settling my knee jerk reactions. I've learned more about withholding my words and learned to love more, serve more, judge less and realize that my "drawn lines" were sometimes in the wrong place.<br />
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In my last post I wrote about how I had been deeply hurt by another and how the storms in my life had been all but consuming. Well I am happy to share the most recent chapter in all of this, it started actually many months ago when this woman attempted to call me, I wasn't ready at that point and more than a little skeptical, I wasn't unkind to her, I just let her know I wasn't in a place to revisit anything yet. Then more months passed and one Sunday as I was leaving church her husband approached me and after some awkward small talk he let me know that his wife would really like to talk to me. I again hesitated and indicated to him that I wasn't ready but that I appreciated him passing the message on. Then a few weeks later on a Saturday, in fact the Saturday before the Superbowl, my husband and I had been out furniture shopping all day (since I had sold much of our furniture preparing for a move that is now on hold) we returned home and as I walked into the kitchen there was an envelope with my name on it sitting on the counter. My stomach turned a little as instinctively I knew who it was from, I picked it up and quickly tucked it in my purse, a few hours later when I was able to sneak away, I locked myself in my room and opened the letter....<br />
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...To the relief of my spirit it was filled with only good things, she fully apologized and admitted her deep regret for the letter she sent and the way she had treated me. She mentioned her inability to forgive herself for how she had behaved and that she indeed knew I was a good person and had not deserved any of it. Her sincerity was evident and I felt instantly that any sadness, hurt or bad feelings towards her were gone and all that was left was compassion for her. I knew that while the pain I had endured was crippling, she was feeling the effects of being the one to have caused the hurt. It had been a prison of sorts for her, knowing something she had done could not be taken back or unsaid and she had experienced unbearable regret. I realized in that moment that the price had been high for both of us and that my only job was to forgive her unconditionally and show love to her.<br />
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I responded to her with my own letter letting her know of my forgiveness and that I wish all good things for her. I told her how I appreciated her apology and that it gave me much needed peace with the situation. There is a true gratitude for the resolve in this very difficult trial in my life. I grew tremendously from the experience and I know I am a better person, a more compassionate person and I wouldn't trade it.<br />
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As humans we all make mistakes and I saw her as someone who in her own weakness and on her journey through this crazy life had made some mistakes that happened to cause me pain. None of that was beyond fixing and who would I be to withhold forgiveness or in essence hold her hostage to her mistakes? There was nothing I could do to punish her more than I am sure she had punished herself. Sometimes the best comebacks in life is when we have messed up, learned something from it and become better. I mean I have come to love watching a football game when my team has messed up for 3 quarters and then made a huge comeback in the 4th to win! Yeah it stinks when we fumble, but how can we not all love and cheer on a good recovery?!? I pray each night that those I have hurt with my words or actions, usually in the form of my children or husband that I have been less than patient with, that they will forgive me and allow me the opportunity to try again tomorrow. Children are such great examples of forgiveness, they so willingly accept a heart felt "I'm sorry honey for being impatient." and then squeeze your neck and remind you their love is unconditional.<br />
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Now, there are times when you won't get that apology letter or acknowledgement of our pain caused by others. I know this to be true in my life, some hurts are harder to overcome and forgive, but it is still only to our benefit to find the space for forgiveness, to lighten our loads, to hold less anger and resentment. In Yoga we use the phrase Namaste at the end of each practice, it means "My spirit acknowledges your spirit" or "The divine in me honors the divine in you", basically saying the good in me sees the good in you. Yoga is a practice of breathing in all the good and releasing the bad, focusing on improving from one movement to the next, one hour at a time. We must find it within us to see others as our Savior sees each of us, even in all our imperfectness. There is no growth when we hold others to their mistakes, bad choices or hateful actions. It doesn't mean that we have to embrace those that wrong us with a big hug or invite them to our birthday parties but it does mean that we won't glare their direction at any given opportunity or waste our precious time thinking of how we could bleach the trees in their yard without someone seeing.<br />
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Forgiveness is a wonderful gift we can give to others and to ourselves. I am grateful to this woman who found courage to reach out in all humility and take responsibility and then ask for my forgiveness. I truly see good in her and know we have both taken lessons from our paths crossing, they have helped us grow and change for the better.<br />
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Until next time.<br />
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Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192651889217321580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386060987520136468.post-60063456142803897092014-01-08T18:06:00.000-07:002014-01-08T19:32:29.095-07:00Here I am<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> Haven't been here in a long while. Not sure I remember how to do this? I am sitting here under the covers in my pajamas with my 2 year old Sam sitting next to me with his (my) Kindle, thinking about how I got here to Jan. 8, 2014, 35 years old with 4 children. I am not sad to see 2013 go just as I wasn't sad to see 2012 go into the books, nope not sad, but grateful, wait, beyond grateful more like humbled to have had it happen at all. January 2013 I was personally rocked to my core by the perfectly awful storm that consumed my mind, my spirit and my will to keep going. I found myself crippled by postpartum depression, a depression so deep, so wide there was no swimming, no doggy paddle, not even floating but sinking into the depths....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> My pregnancy with Sam (started Feb 2011) was one that wiped me out physically and mentally, I was 35 pounds heavier than ever to start with, I had watched a friendship of 20 years crash and burn and it felt like a death. I spent the first 20 weeks of the pregnancy on the floor of the bathroom and then we moved from my beloved "Camelot" to a new city and state during the few weeks that I was doing OK only to then start showing early signs of preeclampsia at 28 weeks. I was induced at 38 weeks because of the risk that Sam and I both faced. I thought the worst was behind us (silly me), we were supposed to come home with our new son and have everything return to the normal we knew. We were WRONG WRONG, really really wrong, instead we faced an infant who WOULD NOT sleep but scream from 8pm until 6am, we slept in shifts of 4 hours for nearly 2 months until a friend, a heaven sent friend text me late one night, as I sat crying with my son, information on food sensitivities and some options. I really only had one option and that was to eat an extremely strict diet and<em><strong> eliminate or avoid</strong></em> ALL possible foods that could be the culprit of Sam's extreme discomfort and our sleep deprivation, Navy Seals had nothing on me!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">(Break from back story: I only tell this long story so that the entire picture is given as to why the last 2.5 years have had such a deep impact on who I am and where I'm at today.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Within 24 hours of changing my diet Sam was doing much better so I knew that in order for us to all survive I would do what I HAD to do. I ate the same 7 foods for the next 10 months, used a ton of doTerra's essential oils and we were sleeping enough to live. As I tried to reclaim some normalcy for our house I struggled to find my spot in the community where we live, I tried to make friends and be social but at night I cried and felt more alone than ever in my life, some days I didn't get out of bed and I prayed for relief. I knew that the depression I had fought with since I was 11 or 12 was ever present and taking hold of me. I prayed, Oh how I prayed for sunshine in the cold winter, I prayed for peace, I prayed for a friend, I prayed for someone, anyone that would see me! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">In mid 2012 I things were feeling better, I had lost lots of weight 60 lbs, found a great yoga studio and a few girls had shown a hand of friendship, they invited me to hang out with them a few times and one of them was especially kind. She and I talked about our mutual struggles with depression and other deep things of the heart. It felt like a bit of Heaven looking down on me for a little while, a reprieve. Then in late fall of 2012 I had no choice but to let another long time friendship slip away and I began to feel the shade from one of the girls here in my new neighborhood, I could tell she didn't want to be around me, but I pretended to not notice in case it was just my own insecurities. Then January of 2013 came and I learned in a lightning strike that it wasn't my insecurities, no I was spot on, she couldn't stand me and in a page and half left on my door step and visit to my home, I found out why. The details of which don't matter because everything she thought or said about me was only a 1/1000 of what I felt about my self already. Of course I was <em>ALL</em> the things she said I was, I couldn't stand myself so why would anyone else?!? In that one event, any strength I had left was ripped out from under me and I was rubble on the floor, I had NOTHING! I wept in a ball on my bedroom floor for several days and when the tears couldn't flow any longer I shut down emotionally and cut everyone off. I had nothing to give. My husband was all I had and he had become so angry with the recent events that it was better not to share with him, so I didn't.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> I was stripped of all ego, all confidence, I couldn't remember who I was, or if I ever knew to begin with. I had been brought to my knees and so I stayed, I stayed there until there were no more words to speak and then I just listened. At first it was quiet and then it came...it came in form of the impression to speak to my Bishop, it came as flowers "just because" from my sweet neighbor down the street, it came as a visit from two amazing ladies in my ward "who were just thinking of me". It came from a husband who just held me as I cried, who seemed to be able to see the pain and despair that I was sinking in and lifted me up. It came from a Heavenly Father that loved me so much that he knew the ways I needed to grow as a person and He provided the fire in which to send me through.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I set up some temporary walls so I could do some rebuilding, it took me months of thinking and pondering about who I wanted to be, who I <em>had</em> been and how I'd been wrong. For too long I didn't believe I was worthy, not worthy of having friends, not worthy of good that came my way, and least of all, love. I <em><strong>was</strong></em> the mistakes I had made, the words that had been shouted at me years before, the teenager that starved her self to be invisible, the mother who yelled at her children, the wife that criticized her husband, I had become HER. Was I her everyday, no. There were furloughs of happiness and sunshine that filled my soul and kept me going but underneath there was an ache and deep pain, the kind that no band aid can cover. Having someone tell me all the things I already believed about myself, combined with everything else, was the second most painful thing I have been through, but as those words played over and over in my head I started doing the work to change me. If I had learned anything from years in counseling it was that I had a choice. I was going to <em><strong>choose</strong></em> to let it go, all of it. I know it wasn't just one person that caused it all, it was a series of events all put together that left me vulnerable an exposed to this one person and her words.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I don't hate her, if anything I was reminded of why it's so important to be kind, to give love and that not every thought I have is worthy of being said or expressed. I choose much more carefully the things I say to others because I don't know what they have been though or<em><strong> are going though.</strong></em> Who am I to be the one to tell them what "I think of them" or what I perceive to be their weaknesses?? Not my place, and it wasn't hers. She didn't know me anymore than I knew her. We are all on our own path and who am I to be anything but kind to all those I come across along the way? I want to lift those around me, not break them down. I am not so wise as to think that I know what is right or best for someone else. There is so much work for me to do on myself that there isn't time to spend "improving" others with my "insight and wisdom". </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Ongoing and there have been people and events that have helped me find peace and strength. For example the two long time friendships have been repaired and are stronger than ever. I am stronger physically and mentally through lots of Yoga and meditation. I am more confident, more me. I no longer accept the things that one person said to me in a letter, the things she wrote <em><strong>are hers</strong></em>, she can own them if she wants but<strong><em> it wasn't about me</em></strong> at all. I don't do negative. I can't. I am a sensitive person and because of that I soak up what's around me and as I have discovered, if I want to be the best mom, wife, friend, sister etc. I have to <em><strong>eliminate or avoid</strong></em> all the things that have caused such discomfort in my life, otherwise I don't sleep so well. Depression will be a life battle so I have to choose to do all I can to keep it away and to find the joys in my life. This journey is mine and I won't allow anyone else to tell me how I should feel about myself. It's amazing how once you choose to see light it can fill you up, I have some A-MAZING friends and family that support me and love me, new neighbors that have truly been gifts in our lives, a husband that truly sees me and a God that has given me his grace. I know that without Him I wouldn't have been able to pick up the pieces and sew it all back together, credit is his and I owe all I have to him. Just no other way to say it really. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Well, our family is about to embark on another adventure this time in Nashville, Tennessee in a few short weeks and with all the packing I have to do I really shouldn't be sitting in my pajamas and yet I am. I am excited for this new start, I know that the path before me is not all smooth but there have been too many miracles as of late for me to deny that I am heading in the right direction. So yes, I am grateful for the roads traveled and gazing onward and up for the road ahead. </span><br />
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This was on a Yoga retreat in Zions National parkMarylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192651889217321580noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386060987520136468.post-27438913225945527372012-11-13T16:26:00.002-07:002012-11-13T16:26:33.071-07:00Starting Here<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192651889217321580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386060987520136468.post-35448341706437110512011-09-12T18:43:00.011-06:002011-09-27T16:00:58.123-06:00Can't get enough!It seems with each time we move I get the craving to do projects. It really all started when we moved to Colorado and we had areas that needed new furniture but we didn't have the funds to go out and buy brand new, so I decided why not find some pieces that I could put a little work into and save us a ton! Naturally when we moved to Utah we had room for more projects and I was excited to have something to take my mind of the Lonely.<br /><br />This latest piece came about because for the last 2 years we have had THE UGLIEST TV stand (in my humble opinion). In our last house the t.v cutout in the wall was not large enough for our TV so my husband thought he would try his hand at salvaging...he worked at an air force base and someone mentioned to him that there was a building that was being cleaned out and that anyone was welcome to take the furniture that was left behind. "Lucky" us there was a t.v stand!! Let me just say that the t.v stand was left for a reason, but he thought "It's still functional, I am not letting it go to the trash!" so alas he brought it home and I didn't have the heart to tell him how much I disliked it, so it stayed.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj4JNJY7XwTQGmDe4nbr_8Bw8bF0vEqD1gmiEv4rzSVM7_Q_33UR1rUq9c5QFTiN6J3RZRwVBiCJNfzfCquRZnwLFou5KguDoC_tnZHjNIm4ku8LkGv9COPXpJBzCthvaLvFS_20k6ZyM/s1600/IMG_4324.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj4JNJY7XwTQGmDe4nbr_8Bw8bF0vEqD1gmiEv4rzSVM7_Q_33UR1rUq9c5QFTiN6J3RZRwVBiCJNfzfCquRZnwLFou5KguDoC_tnZHjNIm4ku8LkGv9COPXpJBzCthvaLvFS_20k6ZyM/s400/IMG_4324.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657150639134474610" /></a><br /><br />Fast forward to a few weeks ago when I spotted the PERFECT piece at D.I for just $10, I swooped it up!! When I brought it home Jimmy's face was like "You think that is better than what we have??" but he humored me and unloaded it from the van anyway.<br /><br />This past Saturday was her day in the sun!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnZ8EvgnkXIfEH6ePr3JEcBg84LeH3hHC51in6zT40USW4-QCWCNHv8V_jPZ1yPOuGIckvSk4RoC790XMIUL6vtkmgR8OITbDpoigz5atLLdhPbL2rChwfGzRj7NRpzs8pCUegKxPtQPs/s1600/IMG_4307A.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400.5px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnZ8EvgnkXIfEH6ePr3JEcBg84LeH3hHC51in6zT40USW4-QCWCNHv8V_jPZ1yPOuGIckvSk4RoC790XMIUL6vtkmgR8OITbDpoigz5atLLdhPbL2rChwfGzRj7NRpzs8pCUegKxPtQPs/s1600/IMG_4307A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651643081978681010" /></a><br />(the doors actually had black slats or mini shutters that were breaking and I ripped them out and then remembered to take a picture)<br /><br /><br />I sanded all over and primed it and then painted the tops and sides first, leaving the front alone. Painting the front was a bit more tedious because it needed to be taped off in areas but the time was worth it in the end. As I was finishing up the last coat of paint it began to rain, now while I was under a covered porch the wind was pelting the rain into me and "The Precious" so my husband swiftly helped me move her into the garage and I decided I would have to complete her another day. <div><br /></div><div>Then today I had some time once the girls were home from school to finish, I pulled out the chicken wire, wire cutters and stapler and was able to add the finishing touches pretty quickly! I really am happy with the way she looks, yes I do get quite attached to each piece, but when you have no other friends nearby they become your company. My husband was nearly shocked to see the difference and even gave me a high five, I guess he approves! Isn't she lovely?!?!</div><div><br /></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrKDsOIJcv-APEoFx0xUMXWVsmOV-b95VM9F7_dOrTYBdHgrBuHPYa5xDuJt3ie_HHBaxceVDiUQdKLKn4NGiUaYu2Su2r7jAfiYd_BFzDc5cckaUE5JKNJT54XUZqXKWRWt9k1OYUrEc/s1600/IMG_4310A.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400.5px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrKDsOIJcv-APEoFx0xUMXWVsmOV-b95VM9F7_dOrTYBdHgrBuHPYa5xDuJt3ie_HHBaxceVDiUQdKLKn4NGiUaYu2Su2r7jAfiYd_BFzDc5cckaUE5JKNJT54XUZqXKWRWt9k1OYUrEc/s1600/IMG_4310A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651651686457442786" /></a>Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192651889217321580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386060987520136468.post-17155581879164147982011-09-07T09:11:00.012-06:002011-09-08T12:51:20.945-06:00Projects!!I have written a few posts but haven't posted them, am I the only one that has "post guilt"? I start thinking "oh that was way too much complaining" or "I should have saved that for my private journal" but today I am pretty sure this post will be 100% appropriate!!<br /><br />I have been in a funk since our move and I have been really lonely so I decided to get myself busy with some projects and while I am still kinda "funky" I at least feel as though I got something done, WOOHOO!<br /><br /><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">The reason:</span></i></b> In our new house there is a "formal" dining room which will never be used formally, however there is a rather large chandelier that is at the perfect height for people, ok me, to hit my head on it.<br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>My solution:</i></span></b> I decided to place a small round table with a few chairs and turn it into a homework table/don't hit your head on the chandelier table!<br /><br />After searching a few thrift stores I finally found the perfect table, it just needed a little sprucing up.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxNnA1SfEcIhGChnRTUjkE8lVc7bDy25ccojVMAX8_MZvZhbgud0zj0I7MSljYQmiBVnliaUCkv9FNGhCx43AtNS0sgLGd6xPLP0X8_hHXpHKEp2p1lB1t4wkDfQtaIi0atWD2L8gm9o0/s1600/2011-08-18+18.33.23.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxNnA1SfEcIhGChnRTUjkE8lVc7bDy25ccojVMAX8_MZvZhbgud0zj0I7MSljYQmiBVnliaUCkv9FNGhCx43AtNS0sgLGd6xPLP0X8_hHXpHKEp2p1lB1t4wkDfQtaIi0atWD2L8gm9o0/s400/2011-08-18+18.33.23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649641416149008562" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLrcANmihobAH269zjz82EEnWhWQYDQFuATwUpHdJKQFF4kk2mjfwMeXawVYRo35SaddE28x0F74eWrKM0hKMfriBMZhCVFExhrgewhsh2Y9c_IH4fUTFIjqX2kDh053U-KHRRl9Hl4uA/s1600/2011-08-18+18.34.56.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLrcANmihobAH269zjz82EEnWhWQYDQFuATwUpHdJKQFF4kk2mjfwMeXawVYRo35SaddE28x0F74eWrKM0hKMfriBMZhCVFExhrgewhsh2Y9c_IH4fUTFIjqX2kDh053U-KHRRl9Hl4uA/s400/2011-08-18+18.34.56.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649641727184069890" /></a><br /><br />The color was actually pretty close to what I was wanting but as you can tell from the pictures it had been neglected over the years. The best part was that I only <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">paid $10 </span></i></b>for the table!!<br /><br />Now with many of my projects I use spray paint but since I wasn't able to find the color I wanted in spray paint I went with what turned out to be a custom color with primer from Ace hardware since they were unable to match the swatch I had found exactly. Once I had the paint I went to work.<br /><br />I lightly sanded the entire table and then wiped it down with a sticky cloth to collect all the sanding dust.<br /><br />(forgive me for not taking more pictures)<br /><br />After I gave the table two good coats of the new paint I let it dry over night, and then my favorite part the "Aging".<br /><br />When it comes to giving some age to a piece I use everything, chains, hammers, sand paper, gardening tools and anything that I might find in my garage. This is why when choosing a piece to re-finish you want it to be of sturdy wood construction otherwise it could fall apart from the abuse.<br /><br />Once I had aged it sufficiently I decided that the color was just a bit too bright and needed something else, so I dug in my magic bag of tricks and found a dark wood stain that I had from another project and rubbed it gingerly over the entire table, wiping it with a clean towel as I went.<br /><br /><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >The result:</span></i></b><br />The perfect piece for the space!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPAmc74RXfpN3T1ZRH5JEAuuVpx992XDpXipUSTiLrKWdNyXETgbPKWuod7DK-d08k1OlXdCZBUR3EZpwCXIAFnUpUvbszP88P7MbptPzrzz5zLlgGVYFb8yAu4EsEWvaCwpv07EAc_k8/s1600/2011-08-20+10.33.31.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPAmc74RXfpN3T1ZRH5JEAuuVpx992XDpXipUSTiLrKWdNyXETgbPKWuod7DK-d08k1OlXdCZBUR3EZpwCXIAFnUpUvbszP88P7MbptPzrzz5zLlgGVYFb8yAu4EsEWvaCwpv07EAc_k8/s400/2011-08-20+10.33.31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649646711730093410" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(These pictures were taken with my phone so it's hard to see the detail)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Now the table was lonely without chairs so my next search was for the perfect set, again this took a few days of searching thrift stores but I finally found a matching pair that would work.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The chairs started out like this (not bad if I wanted black) the chairs were <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">$10 each</span></i></b></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWyjVMkhtgalCNhBmzkqycBpP-gCaT5kz5L12-7yb_TbjxMdzkpME5eNxuBJri3GoedvOHSS7NGdZ95D41YylJ1vVJjtlCkfvht2-RUGODhFMWIgF8Dh3JOolvFtRemV35TUoCpbJGjx0/s1600/IMG_4284A.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400.5px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWyjVMkhtgalCNhBmzkqycBpP-gCaT5kz5L12-7yb_TbjxMdzkpME5eNxuBJri3GoedvOHSS7NGdZ95D41YylJ1vVJjtlCkfvht2-RUGODhFMWIgF8Dh3JOolvFtRemV35TUoCpbJGjx0/s1600/IMG_4284A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650055308104195682" /></a><br /><br />After some sanding, primer, paint and top coat...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3c5HvKsSEPa1RY6o3VH0-mJPm71zKdQDPagbP-zyUzbyzslz3e1jXZx3IEFzEPVbHXlDhCZzbt18yVG_OIn8TbSs6nBCXsZjm5VZA83pRReh55iwywAjet7wmzA_tbviIhNZnVyvvhZE/s1600/IMG_4285A.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400.5px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3c5HvKsSEPa1RY6o3VH0-mJPm71zKdQDPagbP-zyUzbyzslz3e1jXZx3IEFzEPVbHXlDhCZzbt18yVG_OIn8TbSs6nBCXsZjm5VZA83pRReh55iwywAjet7wmzA_tbviIhNZnVyvvhZE/s1600/IMG_4285A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650057544740378914" /></a><br /><br />I completed the second chair and allowed them to dry completely, when I brought them in next to the table I still felt they needed a little something so after a conversation with a fantastic friend she gave me a great suggestion...and here are the final results<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifEjUgOM-UGx-J5P-D00imlHhOPdcchS6CC5Bfr72eCT-4nLOC0CMEqemx7uV9JrmYuBJEqAY3-34dkhTMWwGD1i_JtwZb5V6JpF1vgy-VoKZqy79Syyf1VoUbcg298_5cRpGQpFjTWyQ/s1600/IMG_4302A.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400.5px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifEjUgOM-UGx-J5P-D00imlHhOPdcchS6CC5Bfr72eCT-4nLOC0CMEqemx7uV9JrmYuBJEqAY3-34dkhTMWwGD1i_JtwZb5V6JpF1vgy-VoKZqy79Syyf1VoUbcg298_5cRpGQpFjTWyQ/s1600/IMG_4302A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650059115272146834" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg10mt9ZZS6ydP8l7aQZFAup7v4dl4NfxCamwTfOm5hf7oEZHqeGuW5c9mIpMCLZ2ZkLqM_iNz-qSNprs5gdXx4QdVuZDI89is_Afy2OvqLWBA84wHNu45dTKc5N8eVDoIxW_eo6v0pd-s/s1600/IMG_4295A.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400.5px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg10mt9ZZS6ydP8l7aQZFAup7v4dl4NfxCamwTfOm5hf7oEZHqeGuW5c9mIpMCLZ2ZkLqM_iNz-qSNprs5gdXx4QdVuZDI89is_Afy2OvqLWBA84wHNu45dTKc5N8eVDoIxW_eo6v0pd-s/s1600/IMG_4295A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650061014927656434" /></a><br /><br />I must admit that I am kind of<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" > in love</span></i></b> with this room now! There is something very satisfying about giving a piece of furniture a new identity and even better when it's in my house!!Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192651889217321580noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386060987520136468.post-55935046127595911182011-06-15T11:21:00.006-06:002011-06-15T12:19:13.123-06:00MOVING MOVING MOVINGMy house is utter chaos right now, there are boxes in every room, in the hallways and filling the garage. Dinner has been provided by McDonald's, Chick-fil-A, Digiorno and General Mills for this week, although I did make homemade salsa last night. Lexi is off to Girls Camp for the week so Grace is the "Helper" while I pack, call to cancel milk delivery (very sad about that) and finish editing pictures from recent sessions, she is doing quite well with the exception of locking her brother in a room so he couldn't run off while she was "watching a show".....hmmm perhaps she is onto something.<br /><br />I have been an emotional wreck, but I hold the tears for sad songs, commercials, television shows, taking down pictures, or when I stub my toe on the stupid chair for the 10th time..... It's also easier to cry when no one is looking so I don't have to answer questions about why I am crying. Moving again after only 2 years in Colorado has been a tough and because we have known for a while it's been a slow unravelling of denial. It just felt like we would have so much time to spend with friends and family, then I became SO sick with this pregnancy ( now18.5 weeks or 4.5 months) that 3 and half months went by where I saw no one, did nothing and now it's time to move. We leave in less than 2 weeks and all of my minutes seem to be taken up by packing, thinking about packing or discussing packing. Because this is a rental, the management company has been here quite regularly showing the house to possibles, so we take breaks to move the boxes and then just stare at them as they find their way through the labyrinth...good times.<br /><br />On the upside we know where we will live once we get to Utah, so that is a good thing and we are excited about the house. We will have lots more space and the neighborhood seems quiet and filled with young families. The bonus is that I already have a few friends that live in the area and Jimmy and I both have family around, which makes it easier.<br /><br />My heart aches a bit to leave all of the AMAZING friends I have in Colorado, I will miss book club, girls nights, birthday celebrations, play dates at the park and Monday, Wednesday Friday at the gym! These women welcomed me so completely when we got here and it just feels I haven't had enough time with them, they have stamped my heart and life with their service, love and laughter. I wish I could just put them all in my pocket and take them with me but I hope to get to come back for visits.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoJ8kIXOTH_xwRDhVw4gEZauBBiyMCHYzXvH07iAfTDAcbrBU2zcDvhG1DyJO5a6zhKEQ83yrFpXwKMLLBAdxX0XsC1grW4ia9q031vPAc2dlGqw1VUVGP_dlGPH0jbuSmmeGbhOKRxts/s1600/IMG_5126Aa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 403.5px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoJ8kIXOTH_xwRDhVw4gEZauBBiyMCHYzXvH07iAfTDAcbrBU2zcDvhG1DyJO5a6zhKEQ83yrFpXwKMLLBAdxX0XsC1grW4ia9q031vPAc2dlGqw1VUVGP_dlGPH0jbuSmmeGbhOKRxts/s1600/IMG_5126Aa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618510851842052242" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Moving brings out all my insecurities. Will I make friends? Will my kids make friends? Will they like their new schools? How long will I have to use GPS and google maps to get around? Will people like me even if I don't have blonde hair and a Bump-it??? Will I learn the language??? Huge questions that you just don't know answers to until you get there.<br /><br />Even though I KNOW this is the right thing for our family, it's still hard....well these boxes won't fill themselves.Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192651889217321580noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386060987520136468.post-25753833444244619792011-04-11T20:23:00.009-06:002011-04-11T21:50:31.851-06:00Been Wanting ToI have been wanting to update the old blog but it's been a little tricky, you see my sweet 3 year old removed ALL of the buttons from my laptop, the dear boy, and I haven't been able to recover them completely and some no longer push so well. So if you notice a missing 'F', a Comma the numbers 4 or 8 it's because pushing the little hole is a little bit of a pain. The other reason I haven't updated (if I am choosing to list my excuses, wait good idea I will list them)<br /><br />Reasons I haven't blogged;<br />1. Missing buttons on keyboard<br />2. Been over the top sick with Pregnancy<br />3. I'm a sell out<br /><br />Yes for those that haven't heard, I am a sell out, I tend to check in on the Book of Faces more these days instead of hopping from blog to blog, which at one point I enjoyed.<br /><br />Oh the other little issue is this pregnancy is straight kicking my trash!! I have always said I was blessed to have had great pregnancies, I thought that by acknowledging the fact that I was blessed would protect me from said sickness while in the "family way". Apparently that tactic didn't work and this time around I have been sooooooo soooo sick, I mean morning to night nausea and on occasion sudden bouts of throwing up. I can't eat anything, well except for crackers, soup and Rice Chex cereal. I do have random times where something not easily attained will sound good and my fantastic husband has gone above and beyond, driving to places like Quiznos (there cheddar broccoli soup), Sonic (their cherry limeade and ice), Olive Garden (Minestrone soup) and Target many times for crackers and anything I can think of that I might be able to eat. Let me also say that we don't really live near anything, most places are a bit of a drive so his efforts to take care of me have been greatly appreciated. If I am in the mode of bragging let me list all the outstanding things he has done in the more than a month of time since I mostly been good for sitting on the couch and laying in bed.<br /><br />Husbands Awesomeness;<br />1. Cleaning the house<br />2. Dishes<br />3. Laundry<br />4. Getting the kids to school<br />5. grocery shopping<br />6. Helping with kids homework<br />7. Bringing me a drink or snack<br />8. taking care of James during the day while working from home<br />9. Getting our kids to all their activities<br /><br />I mean the list could go on but this gives a good example, he has turned into a full time caregiver and single parent. We live far from family and we hadn't told friends so it was all on him. He even still loves me after everything and he's sweet about helping me. I know that I am blessed to have a husband who works from home and has had the charity and love to take over all of my "normal" responsibilities without resenting me.<br /><br />Things really took a nose dive when about a week and half ago I came down with a severe head cold which turned into a sinus infection, so not only am I<br />nauseated but I can't breathe and my head is riddled with headaches for days on end. And then our sweet 3 year old ended up in the hospital with pneumonia a few days ago, that night I managed to drag myself out of bed and be at the hospital with them while a friend stayed with the girls.<br /><br />I have wondered how my husband is still standing after this many weeks of doing it all. He was already my hero but he has expanded on that notion and inspired me with his acts of selflessness and service. It's quite astonishing that he is the one doing all of these things and when I cry to him about feeling guilty for being sick or crying because I am sick he still stands in and comforts me.<br /><br />The good that came from my ongoing sinus infection is that when we went to the quick care yesterday the doctor was kind enough to give me a prescription for anti-nausea medication on top of the other medications. I am really grateful for that and hope that once my sinuses clear I will be able to function better during the day relieving my honey of his posts.<br /><br />I don't like to complain and I am not great at asking for help, so I feel mixed about sharing all of this because I know there are others in the world with greater hardships. That said I have to acknowledge the great man that I married, who has been a true captain in the midst of our family battle. He has kept the troops going and the fort hasn't fallen all because of his efforts and sacrifice.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5OehzHe08v5PiBckg8R7AbXjGwf2nqyLsH7bjeKV4o4HhfL94Os8Ve6O_N3KRt2SU8f0LtNpYtNzTlRzH0bUoNUdlcwcv7pQOINGGF3iT5Q4stEy4uucE6q5bKvcHddFppd5Sa6c8y4c/s1600/Phone5+104.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5OehzHe08v5PiBckg8R7AbXjGwf2nqyLsH7bjeKV4o4HhfL94Os8Ve6O_N3KRt2SU8f0LtNpYtNzTlRzH0bUoNUdlcwcv7pQOINGGF3iT5Q4stEy4uucE6q5bKvcHddFppd5Sa6c8y4c/s400/Phone5+104.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594534920003173202" /></a><br />(Jimmy cuddling with Buddy when he wasn't feeling so good.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiidiLHXnnL7gWn-q6py5ZdSLEna7EVHCWQ4793qvqzaTuKLAPCzJZkhAfw6NCXH0YCwHPlCgWhejVDoU8MRsIdJl88qanpHN44yUbT6KgJ8lEE1dAJ7o_4v-MzUxOzj6Azk_HdRrsixwA/s1600/165.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiidiLHXnnL7gWn-q6py5ZdSLEna7EVHCWQ4793qvqzaTuKLAPCzJZkhAfw6NCXH0YCwHPlCgWhejVDoU8MRsIdJl88qanpHN44yUbT6KgJ8lEE1dAJ7o_4v-MzUxOzj6Azk_HdRrsixwA/s400/165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594537320517095954" /></a><br />(Buddy receiving oxygen)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyPnZ_m2fS18FoG1oQ4RptFLwSEjJnSW80D4E5NUXkmbiyI45MUXJMWpqLFHduy60PnDXnYxgSOSWQRZbiendGEHDmu7LUe6zjeKza7Wl4C_qYtkp_LOBRNt-reRAO_hQnXLQFzIID5Go/s1600/Phone5+108.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyPnZ_m2fS18FoG1oQ4RptFLwSEjJnSW80D4E5NUXkmbiyI45MUXJMWpqLFHduy60PnDXnYxgSOSWQRZbiendGEHDmu7LUe6zjeKza7Wl4C_qYtkp_LOBRNt-reRAO_hQnXLQFzIID5Go/s400/Phone5+108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594535904536469410" /></a><br /><br />(Buddy waiting to have x-rays done)<br /><br />I promise you don't want to see any pictures of me, but I can create a good mental one, right now I am laying in bed with my handicapped laptop, tissue shoved in my right nostril, with large gray sweat pants and a red shirt with no bra, no make up and I don't remember making it to the shower today.Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192651889217321580noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386060987520136468.post-76464692413354499052011-01-22T20:16:00.015-07:002011-01-22T21:45:43.586-07:00Thank Heaven for Little Boys!Today was a difficult day. I don't really know how to begin to say what I want to say. I am a little rusty, and overwhelmed with emotion, perhaps I will let my heart lead the way.<br /><br /> The months leading up to Christmas I was deeply struggling, I was admittedly lost and off course, and then I heard about a 5 year old little boy named Ayden in my ward who was suffering from cancer and was in the hospital. I asked my friends who had been organizing meals for his family while they stayed with him in the hospital, if I could prepare a meal for them also. I knew that I needed to get out of my own head and put myself in a posistion to serve, and yet I had no idea how it would change me.<br /><br /> The day came for me to make a meal and I was collecting the ingredients on my kitchen counter when my an amazingly in-tune friend called and asked me if I would like to go with her to take the meal to the family, (initially I was just going to drop it to her). I had never met them, and I was nervous, but I couldn't turn down the opportunity to deliver dinner myself. We quietly entered his room in a special wing of the Childrens Hospital, the lights were dimmed and his mother sat at the end of his bed playing cards with him. He didn't speak but his spirit nearly knocked me off my feet, this little boy lay there with tubes and was so uncomfortable and yet he was sweet and shy. My favorite moments were when his mother would be speaking of him and he would close his eyes and then peek to see if we were still there, almost as if he were thinking "They are talking about me again?" His sweet mother Amber amazed me, she told us how their wish was that he would be well enough to come home for Christmas so she could play Wii with him. We stayed for just a little while and then we headed home again, but the visit stayed with me, Ayden and Amber stayed with me. <div><br /></div><div>A few days later Ayden regained strength enough to return home for Christmas and then on December 29, 2010 he passed away. I was in Las Vegas when I heard the news and I cried, thinking of his mother, father and baby sister and how they must miss him so much. I felt grateful to have had the opportunity to meet him. If this little boy and his family could be so brave and filled with faith in the midst of this terrible illness and ultimate loss, I knew I needed to pull myself together. Ayden was such an example to me, I know that taking that dinner helped ME more than it helped them, I am sure. Thank you sweet angel boy.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOz1gAvYsdHhVmU3FNFM9VWf0-MwifGVQh6q-Loml56vWulniMhOEobtLpYldZvvLnfvKmgu9ZoFVz1kpjNSQzbrTWdwR5QADSHKgnmxrq7T4omlKSdxrx6tOILrwRmz57bYqWQ8ukjmU/s1600/ayden+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOz1gAvYsdHhVmU3FNFM9VWf0-MwifGVQh6q-Loml56vWulniMhOEobtLpYldZvvLnfvKmgu9ZoFVz1kpjNSQzbrTWdwR5QADSHKgnmxrq7T4omlKSdxrx6tOILrwRmz57bYqWQ8ukjmU/s1600/ayden+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565222761050603714" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(Ayden)</div><br />Last evening I was able to spend some much needed time with my girlfriends, and as usual I was home after mid-night. Then first thing this morning I received a text from a friend requesting me to call her. My stomach sank a bit when she answered the phone with a saddened voice, saying "Have you heard?", "No." I said and then she told me that our dear friend Annie, whom had just been sitting next to me on the couch hours before had returned home to find her sweet 5 year old son Ethan was gone, she went to check on him and he had passed away. Ethan has had medical problems since he was tiny, but he was such a joy, his smile could melt my heart. I looked forward to seeing him every week at church because he just smiled all of the time, just like his mama. My heart is broken for them and I can only imagine the sorrow Annie and her husband Justin must be feeling. Oh sweet Ethan, I still can't believe that I won't see you in the halls at church, I think he was the most popular person in our ward because everyone loved him so.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5jlkwzIiMaIQP56M6DGiSn5JzMpd-2f1TJowu3iiBWhCTOjeWh0LncV_AZLzo3n_KcksZQ8EbjQXWyBjuVEW1AvDZHQZ8yf5t4ZTQhaGb2P7tnSORf9gwdQForFpwTiGR5gRCGonSAFY/s1600/Ethan+T1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5jlkwzIiMaIQP56M6DGiSn5JzMpd-2f1TJowu3iiBWhCTOjeWh0LncV_AZLzo3n_KcksZQ8EbjQXWyBjuVEW1AvDZHQZ8yf5t4ZTQhaGb2P7tnSORf9gwdQForFpwTiGR5gRCGonSAFY/s1600/Ethan+T1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565227854638351970" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(Ethan)</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPXYeb_uPLiMdLz2C_ilpj7_aPJXy-m349jVVNQO9YF664hEVtDZHJZIfzhRPQehW5CHXnyuxJ12JyDHFv5nyilhggCy4SllZVJv2_tAvbUBHfkKsEZVO-PnwqsYp6QLoU0Fs7hd4BzhM/s1600/Ethan+Tanner.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPXYeb_uPLiMdLz2C_ilpj7_aPJXy-m349jVVNQO9YF664hEVtDZHJZIfzhRPQehW5CHXnyuxJ12JyDHFv5nyilhggCy4SllZVJv2_tAvbUBHfkKsEZVO-PnwqsYp6QLoU0Fs7hd4BzhM/s1600/Ethan+Tanner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565228096725497826" /></a><br /><br />These two little boys have touched my life and I am positive all those that were blessed to have met them would say the same. They are missed and loved and all I have are my prayers and love to send to each of their families.<br /><br />I have a fondness for little boys, and I thank Heaven for sending one to my home. They love their mamas like no other. I didn't fully appreciate why it's so hard for mothers to send them on Missions or to College or to get married until I had my little buddy. James will be 3 on Monday and I must say that the last 3 years have been some of the best in the Kelley house.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2AymrieS0WKDchbejqOilgyFlYHAClKqf4hv2lL75nz2e3zbrXOLFpd3gsMflT9yLcw5mWkeM8F0hEPxbXNYvHt4MNzcVTybVoaec6W5lLnoTgPq_aW61Vhtd8kVKkGuDKmEDKdByQsw/s1600/Phone+016.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 339px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2AymrieS0WKDchbejqOilgyFlYHAClKqf4hv2lL75nz2e3zbrXOLFpd3gsMflT9yLcw5mWkeM8F0hEPxbXNYvHt4MNzcVTybVoaec6W5lLnoTgPq_aW61Vhtd8kVKkGuDKmEDKdByQsw/s1600/Phone+016.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565230206556888034" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjcFP2SQbRZyr5oEcCDEhdMxfajHu0IKewuaVtxzWO9JYBY-P9pMgmCTfzhi_dVxezTo39NIZfDgUP9o_zaqRkYmQSF9D4LBHd1caD4QjgcSj7DD1etouVjBws94kUDrBnNIqzxy2ZYJ8/s1600/Phone1+037.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjcFP2SQbRZyr5oEcCDEhdMxfajHu0IKewuaVtxzWO9JYBY-P9pMgmCTfzhi_dVxezTo39NIZfDgUP9o_zaqRkYmQSF9D4LBHd1caD4QjgcSj7DD1etouVjBws94kUDrBnNIqzxy2ZYJ8/s1600/Phone1+037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565230974880804418" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg9dpcvSwvSBav59ZkwO7By0vtyr8s25L7llwMk17sjkFSjTz_EsWUJ3XPCTnZuz5jZCpOr6UYliVPsx6Kb-wZFls02qzdrI4jrj0IkkwqFxRp_vYYdJKAn-gFjafYqxgVcYkBpsod4B4/s1600/Phone1+040.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg9dpcvSwvSBav59ZkwO7By0vtyr8s25L7llwMk17sjkFSjTz_EsWUJ3XPCTnZuz5jZCpOr6UYliVPsx6Kb-wZFls02qzdrI4jrj0IkkwqFxRp_vYYdJKAn-gFjafYqxgVcYkBpsod4B4/s1600/Phone1+040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565231278520510674" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(James playing the harmonica first thing in the morning)</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6mnQDCALx2YlOD6xG9w-b0CRv3sCcWfLbSrJY9sH_BpOQza2uf-jth5b44oK96398eAu-7jTnbw_f24iS7G-xrk9EZ_9NTtteGGKLA5f6CUBtD0lFHhvOdi5z1DRlxe1wYwDx0jsh-R4/s1600/Phone1+005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6mnQDCALx2YlOD6xG9w-b0CRv3sCcWfLbSrJY9sH_BpOQza2uf-jth5b44oK96398eAu-7jTnbw_f24iS7G-xrk9EZ_9NTtteGGKLA5f6CUBtD0lFHhvOdi5z1DRlxe1wYwDx0jsh-R4/s1600/Phone1+005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565231531043008178" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">Thank Heaven for little boys.</span></b></div>Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192651889217321580noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386060987520136468.post-57831060933046649232010-12-21T10:18:00.013-07:002010-12-21T11:07:24.533-07:00Christmas Letter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxhW5Sz_E0MY-XlgMP0kt2gKiUPS_-lRkXVHLXFBLXSBh4d0CuNM0BBce1jxZRXdMItRdwS-Oq0TlYZ0sOohPeC3h2Fufnqtxn4JO9yE-y1EWXWpbRyJcvgykCEVvXGjegaGO1aPEN5wI/s1600/IMG_9231Aa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400.5px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxhW5Sz_E0MY-XlgMP0kt2gKiUPS_-lRkXVHLXFBLXSBh4d0CuNM0BBce1jxZRXdMItRdwS-Oq0TlYZ0sOohPeC3h2Fufnqtxn4JO9yE-y1EWXWpbRyJcvgykCEVvXGjegaGO1aPEN5wI/s1600/IMG_9231Aa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553190212462262658" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw5DbOBHvQMM0ad7Y7OZR3brmB16drKnQOpzyFSBfiYcvR3d6qvJe-hsXQhHA5FKj0sMmQ5SzsUM59xY0YP_MYasX6Y2Y4x0ZCnZuwFDHZSHPaoC7VU2C_Gl25ZhzJsI7cc3vyGK-l2A4/s1600/IMG_9236Aa1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400.5px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw5DbOBHvQMM0ad7Y7OZR3brmB16drKnQOpzyFSBfiYcvR3d6qvJe-hsXQhHA5FKj0sMmQ5SzsUM59xY0YP_MYasX6Y2Y4x0ZCnZuwFDHZSHPaoC7VU2C_Gl25ZhzJsI7cc3vyGK-l2A4/s1600/IMG_9236Aa1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553189839279205858" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: large; ">The Cleavers</b><span class="Apple-style-span" > (oh I mean) </span><b style="font-size: large; ">Kelley’s</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>2010</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Well it has been a super year, filled with happiness and joy for twelve months. Everyone is doing just fine and we are thrilled for the New Year. How could our lives get any better? I mean honestly, with a charming husband and three perfectly mannered children, my life as a homemaker is swell on all accounts.<br /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Let me begin with my kind husband, as he is the leader of our home, and so perfect in every way. He loves his job, while I am not quite sure what he does, he is always happy to go and when he returns home to us his disposition is quite enjoyable. He is thrilled to sit down to our home cooked meal and share his day with us and then politely ask each of us about our day, he is so thoughtful. He is always so loving and kind with the children, yet he knows when to have a firm hand. Jimmy is such a good man, it really is true, father does know best.<br /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>My day is not nearly so hard it is a dream to tend to the needs of my husband and children. They are all so special to me it is truly a pleasure to pick up after them, clean their clothes and prepare well balanced meals for them. I rise early each glorious morning to help them get ready for their day, I want it to be started off right with a nutritious breakfast and lovingly packed lunches. With a kiss and a smile I send them on their way knowing that their day has started on the right foot, oh what a swell feeling that is.<br /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Sweet Alexis is growing into quite the young women, she will be twelve this coming January and fills our home with harmony each and every moment. Lexi, as her friends call her, began 6th grade this year and is doing just splendid. She participates in the band playing the flute and does such a fine job, she is also getting perfect A’s in all her classes. This year she is also a member of the esteemed theatre club, and has the part of a Narrator in the school play. Alexis loves to watch over her younger siblings so Jimmy and I might have a weekly date, she is such an angel.<br /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Our wonderful child Grace is six and has a great spirit for life, she smiles all day long and takes glee in spreading smiles to others. She is in the 1st grade this year and works very hard. For Grace, GYM and art class are just nifty. Grace plays just beautifully with her younger brother, always looking out for him it doesn’t bother her one bit to have him tag along behind her.<br /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The youngest in our family, James is turning three in a few short weeks. Golly gee he is such a boy, running, jumping, playing sports and enjoying comic book characters. James is well behaved and never flips his lid. Spending my afternoons with James puts me on cloud 9 as we sit and play educational games and when the weather is nice we visit the park.<br /><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We feel blessed this year and expect great and wonderful things in the year to come. Our family has been enriched with family and friends who love and support us; we are grateful for you and hope that your homes and hearts are filled with joy and wonderment this holiday season.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Most Humbly,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Kelley's</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Keepin it real:</b></span><br />Jimmy is currently working at Buckley Air Force Base as a Project Manager in the Engineering department. In his off time (when that occurs) he enjoys watching Supernatural and sleeping.<br /><br />-Marylin (me), this year has been quite busy with my Photography business. I made 3 trips to Vegas for photo sessions, and have more trips in the works. There hasn’t been much time for sewing or anything else really but I am working on finding that “balance” that I hear so much about. When I am not editing I love to try new recipes, go on date nights with my husband, and spend time with my amazing friends.<br /><br />-Alexis (almost 12), says that “She feels as though she was always meant to be in middle school.” Her life goal is “To visit the Mall of America and then be an actress.” Lexi really did achieve a 4.0 GPA, and loves being in the drama club (very surprising).<br /><br />-Grace 6 ¾, continues to be our little spitfire, she makes me laugh and lose my mind on a daily basis. She loves to laugh, and since she is now missing both of her front teeth her smile is that much more enthusiastic. School is still a challenge but she is making tremendous progress and she loves to learn, it just comes at a little bit different pace for her.<br /><br />-James (almost 3), is such a silly boy. He loves to dress up as “Pider-Man” and Batman regularly, watch Little Einstein’s, and help me in the kitchen. While he can be wild and crazy, he is super sensitive and hates getting in trouble. James constantly has some new catch phrase that he has picked up from his sisters, like “That’s not fair!” or “You’re so mean MOM!” (Aww the joys of an expanding vocabulary.)<br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" > BIG CHANGES AHEAD</span></b><br />Just in the last few days Jimmy accepted a position in a completely new line of work and in a completely new state. He will begin working from home for an internet marketing company starting in January, and then in July <b><span class="Apple-style-span" >we will be moving to Utah (Lehi/Orem area)</span></b>. We are very sad to leave our home and friends here in Colorado, but life is an adventure and we are excited for what new things are ahead.<br /><br /> <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>***I know it has been a super long time since my last post, if I am being completely honest I have mostly been a complete wreck, no really, I have. I think, no, I know that I allowed my photography business to take over my life. For the future I am trying to decided if there is space in my life for it, and if there is, how much. It's hard because I LOVE the art of it, but the business side kicks my trash. I already feel like I am letting my family down when I HAVE to work, but then I feel like I am letting my clients down when I HAVE to take care of my family. So in the end I am letting someone down and I end up a complete MESS, not enough time, not enough me. Forget about seeing my friends or doing anything fun, or anything else for that matter. I have never functioned well when there is too much on my plate, and this time is no exception. </div><div><br /></div><div>The blog has been pushed to the side while I have tried to get a grip on my emotions, my sanity, and my priorities. I have missed the outlet of writing it all down and so if I were to set a New Years resolution it would be to make time to write, read, sew, see friends, work out, sleep, cook, and love on my husband and children. </div><div><br /></div><div>I will say that one of my latest priorities has become getting back to the gym, I have ALWAYS LOVED the feeling of working out and in recent years it took a seat on the bumper (not just a back seat) of my life car. Well for Christmas I asked for a gym membership and my husband delivered. So for the last week and a half I have been working out like my life depends on it, ok so it's mostly my sanity that depends on it, but gosh darn it feels great, no AWESOME!! So this is where I am right now and for those of you that wish I were somewhere else, what can I say, but Too Bad. </div>Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192651889217321580noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386060987520136468.post-90354216577537346332010-11-01T08:50:00.004-06:002010-11-29T19:39:02.905-07:00Hamburger<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I love when little kids are learning to say words, well James has this one word that I could listen to ALL day because it cracks me up!!</span></b><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=c751f296316e2cab0e7e30" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&p=c751f296316e2cab0e7e30&skin_id=701&host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="408" height="382"></embed><div style="margin: 0px; font: 12px/20px verdana,arial,sans-serif; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 408px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&utm_source=emplay&utm_medium=txt1" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none;">Make an on-line slide show at <span style="text-decoration: underline;">www.OneTrueMedia.com</span></a></div></div>Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192651889217321580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386060987520136468.post-22176093212151505152010-09-29T14:29:00.005-06:002010-09-29T14:46:40.489-06:00For You Marissa!So I told my BFF that I would post some pics of a recent project! So today is for you Marissa, all of it, the pushing everything out in the hall to make it look clean, the open curtains for lighting, the made bed, and the frog doing yoga on the dresser to the left! <span style="font-size:85%;">Oh and please don't ask about the sock between the headboard and the wall (how embarrassing)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKqRI8JCQXwhaD6cJhRlBx82LEw_1pWs85l4yt22ipKpbVXgbrvwDWZsVkkUDEhjnbD6LqmNuMzn3M3bgvkneUP4gUbSNzrWkbOggdPk0HGjpxxJzFxUkI7SvqRxlZ7g7m9lkil0mypLQ/s1600/IMG_5090A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 400.5px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKqRI8JCQXwhaD6cJhRlBx82LEw_1pWs85l4yt22ipKpbVXgbrvwDWZsVkkUDEhjnbD6LqmNuMzn3M3bgvkneUP4gUbSNzrWkbOggdPk0HGjpxxJzFxUkI7SvqRxlZ7g7m9lkil0mypLQ/s1600/IMG_5090A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522438259324489042" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCVoMNpu_XASdDUB0arL0vB9MoqaeybgJPcRP9gHWBSs7IKOAkfKsxYQBb8pMtGU_7uDW7rPZy5lsW7IdOhdnw1goXU7PurHruS6NgvScO8Z3Pqp_4US3pW-kocVtpWnMwB-Sr31miEfc/s1600/IMG_5091A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400.5px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCVoMNpu_XASdDUB0arL0vB9MoqaeybgJPcRP9gHWBSs7IKOAkfKsxYQBb8pMtGU_7uDW7rPZy5lsW7IdOhdnw1goXU7PurHruS6NgvScO8Z3Pqp_4US3pW-kocVtpWnMwB-Sr31miEfc/s1600/IMG_5091A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522437239797600066" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYqGWJmYn_fCbiUDGjfF3Zpw2iIot4kVxf780YiPeQoa-kWYNYB5PsTvg9ssbSJupDmWdwHDOrRnuoy01s_6HNDbCt9WELEj5eBoKDIT9Z_dk3qQFcxJ1CGkqsUtqWoQWea99MItkNz2c/s1600/IMG_5083A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 400.5px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYqGWJmYn_fCbiUDGjfF3Zpw2iIot4kVxf780YiPeQoa-kWYNYB5PsTvg9ssbSJupDmWdwHDOrRnuoy01s_6HNDbCt9WELEj5eBoKDIT9Z_dk3qQFcxJ1CGkqsUtqWoQWea99MItkNz2c/s1600/IMG_5083A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522437025329611042" border="0" /></a>Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192651889217321580noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386060987520136468.post-6401499549470043572010-09-28T13:14:00.013-06:002010-09-28T13:35:50.136-06:00New Skin!!<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">I am taking a mini break from editing to post. Recently James got some new digs and he LOVES them, he wears them all the time, as if he has found his new skin!</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKtCbTFwQEWyciWIcM1tvmn_vYsAxwqVtyDPfCOliS9jZSkAzO0LQFpRswtW8nTEnK4o84YquzdLhdbkuan1ZQAzBsSuS8jrOwVALEG808vIFvEkRIKfXm-h910IQKgDhJF0SoQlp6jOk/s1600/IMG_3480A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400.5px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKtCbTFwQEWyciWIcM1tvmn_vYsAxwqVtyDPfCOliS9jZSkAzO0LQFpRswtW8nTEnK4o84YquzdLhdbkuan1ZQAzBsSuS8jrOwVALEG808vIFvEkRIKfXm-h910IQKgDhJF0SoQlp6jOk/s1600/IMG_3480A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522046717867349746" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtIMpuCurnZkgteScfKe7M61FH0wTm5sJwba5aweyKZPrb0vCQWQkacem8HatYKjzYaREEsFsFZaioAZn9QglSZ928aUL24TO4zfkx27dvlEtzXUzk7G3wXtfF70rkRDHyWKCkpQamifM/s1600/IMG_3479A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400.5px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtIMpuCurnZkgteScfKe7M61FH0wTm5sJwba5aweyKZPrb0vCQWQkacem8HatYKjzYaREEsFsFZaioAZn9QglSZ928aUL24TO4zfkx27dvlEtzXUzk7G3wXtfF70rkRDHyWKCkpQamifM/s1600/IMG_3479A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522046569025422690" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbz2hnvdCfYYGk4qK5ue_JYty-BDyLJSLw_iY_uicy0x5MMZphfayKYTm7u4I7aamMhNUBN9JcaT71mn-JQzEt-CwGOCikMA7hvjMPqRT-5dx-OuEDEllw6JJkIHDeC2cE-_ZC0M1wCsc/s1600/IMG_3478A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400.5px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbz2hnvdCfYYGk4qK5ue_JYty-BDyLJSLw_iY_uicy0x5MMZphfayKYTm7u4I7aamMhNUBN9JcaT71mn-JQzEt-CwGOCikMA7hvjMPqRT-5dx-OuEDEllw6JJkIHDeC2cE-_ZC0M1wCsc/s1600/IMG_3478A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522046407244399090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Oh and I got some fun new items as well<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAYbEYkLmxRaSKaIWf2gGXK2Mjw4TFypTMrp56nERn_E39fg-tbB8R9IOa5nQTQOtdyL8828AUKxGLA3DwKhGdjrFn085ESHLoufXWCEMs3eQa-zQ_9iLUobnt_eSpRYQ4GKCf0EHajzA/s1600/IMG_5075A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400.5px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAYbEYkLmxRaSKaIWf2gGXK2Mjw4TFypTMrp56nERn_E39fg-tbB8R9IOa5nQTQOtdyL8828AUKxGLA3DwKhGdjrFn085ESHLoufXWCEMs3eQa-zQ_9iLUobnt_eSpRYQ4GKCf0EHajzA/s1600/IMG_5075A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522047545365442722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis6RF11iAPp1FI2bhPl4qLHd91jw_YaBRfHv3KFeC29nkOwuaVTDUcZefyfFnch9H5ZEwLmJ2aBvOllyi5r9J3CdjBjquBcG2BLc824dobELON7Svb96tLpek04WXTVN8I66HyXwfGgak/s1600/IMG_5077A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis6RF11iAPp1FI2bhPl4qLHd91jw_YaBRfHv3KFeC29nkOwuaVTDUcZefyfFnch9H5ZEwLmJ2aBvOllyi5r9J3CdjBjquBcG2BLc824dobELON7Svb96tLpek04WXTVN8I66HyXwfGgak/s1600/IMG_5077A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522049187375791570" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;">It's true. I love Football season, especially the Denver <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Broncos</span>!! I have been a fan pretty much my whole life, I even had a poster of John Elway on my wall in the 4th Grade!!</span></div>Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192651889217321580noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386060987520136468.post-54843684155204366112010-09-23T11:14:00.013-06:002010-09-23T15:38:13.758-06:00Slacker Blogger!Just call me Slacker! I totally deserve it for the fact that my blog has been left soooo alone in Bloggy Land! I could tell you that the reason is because all I do now days is work work work! My photography business is hoppin and so it takes up all my time, not just spare time, but ALL my time! I could also say that when I am not taking or editing pictures I am taking reprieve in some reading and time with my laundry and Scrubbing Bubbles, not to mention my husband and children!<br /><br />However I am not going to tell you that instead I will say that I am still alive and breathing most days. Having a slight mid-life crisis? Still deciding on that one since I am not sure if you can have one at not yet 32!! I have lots to show and tell about some projects that have squeezed a little time out of me! So don't give up on me just yet! Now I have to go deal with the almost 12 year old and her parent teacher conferences!! Good times!<br /><br />Oh and since my friend Rachel is much better at getting pictures on her blog than I am lately I stole these from her! Thanks Rach!! :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqM-UxVXN4WpczGa5phVpLK6nikkfz-CqD8pyxNQlaQJUhPsF4sUzoQ71J-8Jl_VQP4IODRoI03jACNk9sWMfhpLAbVlA2GYzTlUDHFr4PIyY4T_tclbEcGeHw0wJffqjyHMBYP1e2Mc8/s1600/Me+%26+James.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 415.5px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqM-UxVXN4WpczGa5phVpLK6nikkfz-CqD8pyxNQlaQJUhPsF4sUzoQ71J-8Jl_VQP4IODRoI03jACNk9sWMfhpLAbVlA2GYzTlUDHFr4PIyY4T_tclbEcGeHw0wJffqjyHMBYP1e2Mc8/s1600/Me+%26+James.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520163217817391106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcExf9tDrZjeVfFqkEGgnvGalh8ntwcsSJJKIA9sYD2Onn3BfdNZCquDDPVEAO09_sHElShFejA-xG9QQ5iRN2LrhUpeuiJ-O_kPpi2mAjQxjH156TSXe2JsOql7zgZW9XiFd-pu5rgXA/s1600/me+%26+buddy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 412.5px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcExf9tDrZjeVfFqkEGgnvGalh8ntwcsSJJKIA9sYD2Onn3BfdNZCquDDPVEAO09_sHElShFejA-xG9QQ5iRN2LrhUpeuiJ-O_kPpi2mAjQxjH156TSXe2JsOql7zgZW9XiFd-pu5rgXA/s1600/me+%26+buddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520163383515797650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">from a fun day picking berries with Buddy!!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhULzPo6dNfS_MdbOuAx9KEZqPhF4DY1UGYbQCoyKCU21onM22IQYwA1IAfhKJJ6fM9IdU-DSqBYDjr8Pd13nM8QhikRC4c-tmMWhXOjb1EdO5dA_lMtn3NuIPTG0e8NnyVZXbLDspBYGs/s1600/zoo010.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 415.5px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhULzPo6dNfS_MdbOuAx9KEZqPhF4DY1UGYbQCoyKCU21onM22IQYwA1IAfhKJJ6fM9IdU-DSqBYDjr8Pd13nM8QhikRC4c-tmMWhXOjb1EdO5dA_lMtn3NuIPTG0e8NnyVZXbLDspBYGs/s1600/zoo010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520165246872339282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTdiX7qGuAaD2K2lGuFjpeinxV4JpHf9ey4S8mVA_G9YUT1SuozN6TLJOvoFJ9EbLabphIgl2GCr35oU76LQdMZiUJQyhlp2wt7W4msZsD8rDEG5EQjiI-BB0Ip9ejLUfgNwVXG6mdhk/s1600/zoo007.jpg"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 412.5px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihL-tJEoXYnIJY8Recp1w_M31HW_6j4CBqZPxTa50xATvO_I35q6Y9hEq1hocf5YKWjfP9DxXvaQywLmB2RV2H36MHr3aE-W0ezJZwH5ZnP5616hm_ZjdCnmEOzXh-D-cqztBdU24Jwtc/s1600/zoo005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520164920265786178" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg8lp-hdeg0v7ZmFDbFE7RSP5VpwejRFeEmDiLgMtAeJzRUAwAAD9GmqC0C7UDnkA0HCRVKffiJ7EstmnEQ3she2avpnsF_r9i1D3dkalqgn6M5LLRXXRliwkAIBEP5lQ-3UFQZXrtz8c/s1600/zoo004.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 412.5px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg8lp-hdeg0v7ZmFDbFE7RSP5VpwejRFeEmDiLgMtAeJzRUAwAAD9GmqC0C7UDnkA0HCRVKffiJ7EstmnEQ3she2avpnsF_r9i1D3dkalqgn6M5LLRXXRliwkAIBEP5lQ-3UFQZXrtz8c/s1600/zoo004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520164840154805922" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo_lELGqCszQqmtEIyMirFNXq9LGBzNMfZlL8Dj1vYA0KO3DXhH29y74qrwamaN-EpY6iy81LeC5Ern6PKLxgXK6u5IUXydUfg3g3PjMOYVBlggAQdmODFFWwvXkLDg_fGdtBVlrPEONY/s1600/Zoo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 492px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo_lELGqCszQqmtEIyMirFNXq9LGBzNMfZlL8Dj1vYA0KO3DXhH29y74qrwamaN-EpY6iy81LeC5Ern6PKLxgXK6u5IUXydUfg3g3PjMOYVBlggAQdmODFFWwvXkLDg_fGdtBVlrPEONY/s1600/Zoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520164747062861794" border="0" /></a>Another fun day out at the Zoo with my friends Rachel and Michelle! Thanks Rachel again for the stolen pics! I swear one day I will get my act together (probably not, but it's fun to hope)<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">OH AND GO VOTE FOR ME</span></span><a href="http://%3ca%20href=%22http//www.theparenthoodcontest.com/entry/1187?sms_ss=blogger%22%3EDon%27t%20tell%20them%20though%21%20-%20Do%20Parents%20Really%20Know%20Best?%20%7C%20iVillage%20Parenthood%20Contest%3C/a%3E"> </a><a href="http://www.theparenthoodcontest.com/entry/1187?sms_ss=blogger">Don't tell them though! - Do Parents Really Know Best? | iVillage Parenthood Contest</a>Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192651889217321580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386060987520136468.post-90250900912355843452010-09-21T17:47:00.001-06:002010-09-21T17:59:54.269-06:00Don't tell them though! - Do Parents Really Know Best? | iVillage Parenthood Contest<a href="http://www.theparenthoodcontest.com/entry/1187?sms_ss=blogger">Don't tell them though! - Do Parents Really Know Best? | iVillage Parenthood Contest</a><br /><br /><br />VOTING STARTS TOMORROW!!Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192651889217321580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386060987520136468.post-37126064542568387872010-09-19T19:43:00.007-06:002010-09-19T20:49:40.601-06:00Sunday Scripture: Never Alone<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7yf40RbQT3tQ6JMgAyon94uOx27IuDJVV_iNiHksb0_tuN4G-ajy6F59DMCAq7MYLLxp7h2YTtXtIyiEkh7_0TlojWTgu7UuruRckpwk-V95dreh1xiTku6YuesGQlAR5wkmihalIL2o/s1600/jesus_rescues_peter.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 389px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7yf40RbQT3tQ6JMgAyon94uOx27IuDJVV_iNiHksb0_tuN4G-ajy6F59DMCAq7MYLLxp7h2YTtXtIyiEkh7_0TlojWTgu7UuruRckpwk-V95dreh1xiTku6YuesGQlAR5wkmihalIL2o/s400/jesus_rescues_peter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518819829394186642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/matt/14/29#29">Matthew 14:30-31</a></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">30 But when he saw the wind boisterous, he was </span><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">afraid; and beginning to sink, he cried, saying, Lord, save me. </span> <div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="verse"><a name="31"></a><div id="matt/14/31"> 31 And immediately Jesus stretched forth <i>his</i> hand, and caught him, and said unto him, O thou of little <span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>faith, wherefore didst thou doubt?<br /><br /><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span> </div> </div><br /><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&locale=0&sourceId=b720b850e318b010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____&vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD">In the May 1991 Ensign Thomas S. Monson</a> spoke of the difficulties in War, not only in battles with guns and tanks but the war that can sometimes be the fight in our lives. Struggles that will inevitably come for all of us, he reminds us that we must comfort each other, reach out, love, and lift one anothers burdens and to also know that the Lord will lift ours.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">To you He speaks the heavenly and divine assurance: “I am with you; you are never alone.”</span></span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The Following is one of my Favorite songs from Lady Antebellum:</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">May the angels protect you<br />Trouble neglect you<br />And heaven accept you when its time to go home<br />May you always have plenty<br />The glass never empty<br />Know in your belly<br />You're never alone<br /><br />May your tears come from laughing<br />You find friends worth having<br />As every year passes<br />They mean more than gold<br />May you win but stay humble<br />Smile more than grumble<br />And know when you stumble<br />You're never alone<br /><br />(Chorus)<br />Never alone<br />Never alone<br />I'll be in every beat of your heart<br />When you face the unknown<br />Wherever you fly<br />This isn't goodbye<br />My love will follow you stay with you<br />Baby you're never alone<br /><br />Well I have to be honest<br />As much as I wanted<br />I'm not gonna promise that cold winds won't blow<br />So when hard times have found you<br />And your fears surround you<br />Wrap my love around you<br />You're never alone<br /><br />(Chorus)<br />Never alone<br />Never alone<br />I'll be in every beat of your heart<br />When you face the unknown<br />Wherever you fly<br />This isn't goodbye<br />My love will follow you stay with you<br />Baby you're never alone<br /><br />My love will follow you stay with you<br />Baby you're never alone<br /><br />May the angels protect you<br />Trouble neglect you<br />And heaven accept you when its time to go home<br />And when hard times have found you<br />And your fears surround you<br />Wrap my love around you<br />You're never alone<br /><br />(Chorus)<br />Never alone<br />Never alone<br />I'll be in every beat of your heart<br />When you face the unknown<br />Wherever you fly<br />This isn't goodbye<br />My love will follow you stay with you<br />Baby you're never alone<br /><br />My love will follow you stay with you<br />Baby you're never alone</span><br /></span></div><br /><br />I must say that in my life I feel and see the waves of struggle, sadness and trials roll, as well as in the lives of those I love. In many respects it is much harder for me to watch others in their difficulties when it seems so unfair and there is very little I can do. I know that those things are out of my control and that the Lord is the one in charge and yet there are still moments when I wish it wasn't His plan for them to suffer. I want to yell at Him and say "Give it to me!, give me their pain!" and then I remember it is Him who will take it and relieve them in His time and way!<br /><br />I know that my part is to love, to listen, to pray and live my life being grateful for my friends and family and support them in any way that I can. Over the weekend I was blessed to spend several hours with my extended family and my heart was filled with gratitude that these people are related to me! That I, was placed into the midst of such amazing strength, kindness, love and wisdom.<br /><br />I was speaking with a cousin about how amazing my mother and her 4 siblings are, that there couldn't be 5 more compassionate, loving, funny and generous people all in the same family, anywhere else! Of course we are biased, but it makes me realize how important living righteously is, that for generations after me there will be those looking up to my example. Will I make mistakes, have I made mistakes, yes, but it will be how I recover from those mistakes and how I overcome my trials that will be my mark.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNyz0lvEWjvMDNoRzeIzATB5fypTpzrXIoi5gu9HHdkuaKo1LV_yqtTaqxjaM7tiJL_lw5dGnuHIcRBizSwdsL3u05XTv2GeKviMcW7FEGFpdWbXkuOePvCSPBap5ekM2NVc2ZH4llTDE/s1600/scan0032.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNyz0lvEWjvMDNoRzeIzATB5fypTpzrXIoi5gu9HHdkuaKo1LV_yqtTaqxjaM7tiJL_lw5dGnuHIcRBizSwdsL3u05XTv2GeKviMcW7FEGFpdWbXkuOePvCSPBap5ekM2NVc2ZH4llTDE/s400/scan0032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518818955885194738" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>Tonight I am grateful to know that I am not alone and neither are my friends and family who are dealing with their own private struggles!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Love to You</span>,<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Happy Sunday</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Marylin</span></span><br /></div>Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192651889217321580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386060987520136468.post-48945194754445759532010-09-17T13:38:00.026-06:002010-09-17T16:08:49.075-06:00Big Thanks!!!The last 2 1/2 weeks I have been consumed with a small thing called editing! I made a FANTASTIC weekend trip to Vegas for some photo sessions, it was both exhausting and exhilarating, my creative juices were flowing for 5 days straight, each session was different, fun and inspiring!!<br /><br />The work after wards has put a toll on my house, kids, husband and my sanity at times, but this afternoon I called it a wrap as the last session was burned to a DVD and will be making it to the mailbox asap!!<br /><br />I wanted to send out a BIG THANKS to the people and things that made it possible for me to work like a crazy women, and the miracle that my house didn't burn to the ground (with me still sitting at the computer).<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">First to the Inventor of the Crock Pot</span></span>, thank you for keeping my family fed! honorable mention to Pizza Hut, Sonic & whatever my husband can grill!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">To Mr. Dyson</span></span> for creating a vacuum that can dust, sweep, suction and devour anything in it's path!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Yoplait </span></span>for keeping me satisfied while sitting at the computer for way too many hours!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Opti-Free "Replenish"</span></span> for doing just that so my eyes were able to stay open and in focus!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Catniss Everdine</span></span> for giving me a few hours reprieve into your life in District 13 as the Mockingjay!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">iTunes & Pandora</span></span> for filling my ears with my favorite songs and keeping me awake<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br />AirBorne </span><span style="font-size:100%;">for keeping the head cold to a minimum </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br />Hanes</span></span> for keeping me comfy in your sweats & t-shirts!!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">And FINALLY to:</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">My texting buddies</span></span> that kept me connected to the outside world!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Jimmy the Great</span></span> for making sure we all had clean underwear and that the dishes were done at the end of the day, and just plain keeping it all going! LOVE YOU<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Lexi </span></span>for taking her siblings to the park in the afternoons so I could edit in quiet!!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Grace </span></span>for doing her homework without arguing and playing with buddy!<br /><br />and<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> James "Spider-Me"</span></span> for watching Einsteins, Matilda, Spider-Man, Bat-Man & Scooby-Doo multiple times while I "worked at the puter"!<br /><br />Some of the Fruits of my labors!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2IubSIkvAhxwrT8hbAJ-tQiKSa8f9izfP7kQuKeePorPSqrpFf_8xZeCgQWlYdaHVrp8aiWopbquXHZxaetOCY34KhH8u66NAngnbGNI23bMXQy1bm2fLGw6OcuXf8yGAG3SK7eUHUL4/s1600/IMG_3133Aa1-logo.jpg"><img style="display: block; 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We have had such a busy Summer and especially the last few weeks since school started, I haven't had the chance to blog about it all!!<br /><br />First off I am thoroughly enjoying the "back to school schedule", we are up and going early every morning and the day just feels more, and is more productive! Lexi has to be to the bus by 6:40am and then Grace is there at 7:40am so by 8am it is just buddy and I!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Lexi</span></span> went back to school on Thurs. Aug 12, she started Middle School and was BEYOND<br />excited!! For the first time she has a locker and she was even able to <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">"open it on her first<br />try!"</span>, when she got home that afternoon at 3:10pm (they have longer school days here than in<br />Vegas), she told me she felt like <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">"she had always belonged there"</span> (<span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >only slightly dramatic</span>). Lexi<br />has always been a bit advanced maturity wise, so I think getting out of Elementary school is<br />exactly what she needed!<br /><br /><br />She is playing the flute in band, which makes me happy since I also played the flute, (which I<br />would still have if I hadn't traded it in for a guitar in college, but don't worry I don't have the<br />guitar anymore either since my mom decided to give it to my BIL, whatev, I'm not bitter or<br />anything. I kid I kid). Back to Lexi, it was fun to show her how to hold the flute and help her<br />figure out some notes, she felt really good the next day when she was <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">"the only one that<br />knew how to hold it!"</span> I love that as a 6th graders she still gets excited and impressed with<br />just the simplest of achievements, she must be like her mother! Yup, that's us, just simple girls!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheO9UNLPkPeKHzDV3cWflNxffRh-CzP5xJQEMIHp1NjwZRHsD61ORTAgvnKmHCLWTRyW9P_MUzHo195BtdM3Sj9BbpVk3EFIvnq5fJSJ57KCpYApCle8HZGAnuz_t9PkeKStyEL07pEys/s1600/scan0227.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheO9UNLPkPeKHzDV3cWflNxffRh-CzP5xJQEMIHp1NjwZRHsD61ORTAgvnKmHCLWTRyW9P_MUzHo195BtdM3Sj9BbpVk3EFIvnq5fJSJ57KCpYApCle8HZGAnuz_t9PkeKStyEL07pEys/s400/scan0227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509398135014037010" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRrvOL_arjbX12kd6XM5zQki415vRdIQu9xtQdSE0tG-Vl9zd2xLdrrYqnkQFX1DDt7ppzis65uD3LUX3Y9lZ1IOXro_CfCyxp9b5fZfr-k9GZWvOaKCABQIgh2NeYkNgnfmf-tmsl_yg/s1600/IMG_0777A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400.5px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRrvOL_arjbX12kd6XM5zQki415vRdIQu9xtQdSE0tG-Vl9zd2xLdrrYqnkQFX1DDt7ppzis65uD3LUX3Y9lZ1IOXro_CfCyxp9b5fZfr-k9GZWvOaKCABQIgh2NeYkNgnfmf-tmsl_yg/s1600/IMG_0777A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509394718831258866" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieH0eqOEdvAqon-sp7Gz8gjF-FNqNz5bwoeVigHt4ieWjfCBbx-4sNXw732SHP4o92DkIX97HVq_sa0AcjiIXROU9mQJ4zTfEW-i6ia-zVQaybddyBc57NdpTotxbM6tRG38p-xj3Iuug/s1600/IMG_0787A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 400.5px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieH0eqOEdvAqon-sp7Gz8gjF-FNqNz5bwoeVigHt4ieWjfCBbx-4sNXw732SHP4o92DkIX97HVq_sa0AcjiIXROU9mQJ4zTfEW-i6ia-zVQaybddyBc57NdpTotxbM6tRG38p-xj3Iuug/s1600/IMG_0787A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509395816346745026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Grac</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">e</span></span> had an assessment day on Aug.12th, but she didn't officially start until Monday<br />Aug.16th. Grace is in the 1st Grade and after the second day she told me she <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">"wanted to go<br />back to Kindergarten, because it is more fun."</span> It has been a <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">huge</span></span> adjustment for her,<br />going from half days to full days, she is exhausted after school! I have been surprised by how<br />much she loves sitting at the table with Lexi after school doing homework, I think it makes her<br />feel like a "big kid", but hey no complaints on my part!<br /><br />So far it is going well for her, she likes her teacher and she is making some new friends. I love my<br />sweet Grace, school doesn't come so easy for her, as we were walking to the bus stop on the first<br />day she looked up at me and said <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">"You know what I dream about mom?, I dream<br />about being the SMARTEST girl in the world!"</span> with tears coming to my eyes I said, <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />"Well if you keep working hard you </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" >CAN</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> be the smartest girl in the world."</span> which<br />she responded with <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">"Or I <span style="font-size:130%;">could</span> just wish on a star."</span> touche Grace, touche. I pray that<br />things will start to get a bit easier or that she will at least be given the strength to overcome her<br />struggles.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWXK07LQbvfTYKtNFdGNbhXQV-9SRQTa-v0pViQmw_YbscRoVvNYqhE1SZW6ADgpxVkb947blf1e7wyAYvD4ZkOHajsZ2l9q7xSOFVBDAqeVD-K9PVkau1Bfe9PKiz422HeYcgvdGgDiU/s1600/IMG_0998A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400.5px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWXK07LQbvfTYKtNFdGNbhXQV-9SRQTa-v0pViQmw_YbscRoVvNYqhE1SZW6ADgpxVkb947blf1e7wyAYvD4ZkOHajsZ2l9q7xSOFVBDAqeVD-K9PVkau1Bfe9PKiz422HeYcgvdGgDiU/s1600/IMG_0998A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509404057030697394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheK1N4ROWiq7luNno4vDxsTSNNzJVPYavPsUFffmJh-jzW3fiMKjlL-Oa8aI6xNiB7fp4Kn_9kW_8fXtI1L14N26MNP2Ge3bLQ9GCCUe1xkUA3KDUbUuJpbH8tpTShBkpW68VL-reRjWA/s1600/IMG_0992A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400.5px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheK1N4ROWiq7luNno4vDxsTSNNzJVPYavPsUFffmJh-jzW3fiMKjlL-Oa8aI6xNiB7fp4Kn_9kW_8fXtI1L14N26MNP2Ge3bLQ9GCCUe1xkUA3KDUbUuJpbH8tpTShBkpW68VL-reRjWA/s1600/IMG_0992A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509405371724164578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-lAqCxi4qMnHU3GgFV92u7EoFYL_9zFQPdIMcrG2UtTUKsb0jLXn5R85TDlcKADE1VkD6xpoUHLglouBGk-CV5XocxTL5nC0yuWQ0ITF2JRky896pjJhU5bemMm8oq9Cgy0zSxi54PGA/s1600/IMG_0995A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400.5px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-lAqCxi4qMnHU3GgFV92u7EoFYL_9zFQPdIMcrG2UtTUKsb0jLXn5R85TDlcKADE1VkD6xpoUHLglouBGk-CV5XocxTL5nC0yuWQ0ITF2JRky896pjJhU5bemMm8oq9Cgy0zSxi54PGA/s1600/IMG_0995A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509406336967516306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >(and if my Spunky girl wants to be colorful and bright who am I to say no)</span><br /></div>Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192651889217321580noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386060987520136468.post-84474449097024946252010-08-23T21:01:00.007-06:002010-08-23T21:51:50.346-06:00Just A Simple Girl<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I have been trying to convince my husband for years that I am just a simple girl, no need to try and move the earth for me, just a little TLC, and not the "Say Yes to The Dress" kind. I find myself smiling and happy at the most unexpected, yet pleasantly surprising things. So as once perfectly stated by a nearly nun, children loving, border crossing Maria "Here are a few of my favorite things"</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Men standing in line to use the bathroom</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />A vanilla ice cream cone from Goodtimes<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sitting on a bench and "people watching"</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Walking around Home Depot or Lowes looking at power tools</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Garage sales/Craigslist/thrift stores</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Trying a new recipe for dinner and my family LOVING it!</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />My kids eating popcorn while watching me do Zumba in my office</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Riding my cart through the parking lot at the grocery store</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Reading in bed while my husband works on his laptop next to me</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Tim McGraw in a white t-shirt, jeans and his cowboy hat (this is a new find)</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />When my friends and family call just to say hello</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Long evening walks with my man </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Dreaming my way through Target alone</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Listening and getting my groove on to my favorite songs while I get ready</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />The few hours in the afternoons when two kids are at school and one is asleep!!</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Google-ing all the places I want to visit someday</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />...and knowing that in just a few days I get to see my Mommy and Daddy!!</span> </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidP9EjVXVcsmf2PJlMl9QAO_P14zj1CactYXhaXPeuMNozyHZBpMtEqTSn0jLFx9csfELu8BGnrt6mR2ErGlf6MeWEXNfiEhlznqObJDd5VCrnCiyFhIFF_cILprYPGxzJ9Xu_1x6kzq4/s1600/Me+%26+miriam.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 441px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidP9EjVXVcsmf2PJlMl9QAO_P14zj1CactYXhaXPeuMNozyHZBpMtEqTSn0jLFx9csfELu8BGnrt6mR2ErGlf6MeWEXNfiEhlznqObJDd5VCrnCiyFhIFF_cILprYPGxzJ9Xu_1x6kzq4/s1600/Me+%26+miriam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508817208270128274" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(thanks Rachel for the photo)<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">See I am TOTALLY A Simple girl, no, really, I am!!! </span><br /></span></div>Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192651889217321580noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386060987520136468.post-34301367539521890662010-08-17T09:58:00.008-06:002010-08-20T17:54:29.667-06:00Spiderman in THE HOUSE!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcXJI54O4JGc94BVTu-7QTrnRWL4DeL8Sl7mEpB9TPpIpIHWGtT8xGo3ETghojzA0nSBcpA1pf1Ll-Z8rncsGHGNoepzEb-cdi8UDX91zWDdstBIuq7ddVq-4-wqUHn2Q_lKvEZpgq4nc/s1600/spiderman.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcXJI54O4JGc94BVTu-7QTrnRWL4DeL8Sl7mEpB9TPpIpIHWGtT8xGo3ETghojzA0nSBcpA1pf1Ll-Z8rncsGHGNoepzEb-cdi8UDX91zWDdstBIuq7ddVq-4-wqUHn2Q_lKvEZpgq4nc/s400/spiderman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506422978053889282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Having a little boy has brought so many new things into our house and lives! James is ALL "Boy", he loves dirt, swords, guns, cars, sports and comic book characters, especially a web flinging, wall scaling, red suit wearing Spider man!!! I MEAN HE REALLY LOVES HIM, in fact he thinks he IS him, no, really, he does! He tells me several times a day "I Pider man, mom", he thinks he can climb walls, mirrors, ceilings, and when he watches it he sings the theme song! A week or so ago we got him is very own Spider man action figure and for the following several hours he just kept repeating "Pider man, Pider man, Pider web, Pider man...." over and over and over as loud as he could! We LOVE our "Pider Man" and I am so glad he decided to stay with us!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdBH48O7ZzMD3QhTob0fw8G_8iwBCNrFDgUfgs7ycYrHbtqSOdwTDZP2G9VXkfObxCwdO8ccKLemKA-OCug0JViZh9E3HH4Y2udzQ3rt9aZ6ogKL8fl2A4hO0rDHl3s3rej2BYFIGqdk8/s1600/IMG_1005A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400.5px; height: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdBH48O7ZzMD3QhTob0fw8G_8iwBCNrFDgUfgs7ycYrHbtqSOdwTDZP2G9VXkfObxCwdO8ccKLemKA-OCug0JViZh9E3HH4Y2udzQ3rt9aZ6ogKL8fl2A4hO0rDHl3s3rej2BYFIGqdk8/s1600/IMG_1005A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506425991202821922" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=babb5926cf8d74e109d054" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&p=babb5926cf8d74e109d054&skin_id=701&host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="408" height="382"></embed><div style="margin: 0px; font: 12px/20px verdana,arial,sans-serif; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 408px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&utm_source=emplay&utm_medium=txt0" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none;">Make photo slide shows at <span style="text-decoration: underline;">www.OneTrueMedia.com</span></a></div></div>Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192651889217321580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386060987520136468.post-44334885981747550992010-08-08T18:01:00.001-06:002010-08-08T18:02:19.665-06:00Sunday Scripture: Forgiveness<span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/dc/64/7,9-10,13#7">D&C 64:9,10 </a></b></span><br />
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<div style="background-color: white; color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>9 Wherefore, I say unto you, that ye ought to forgive one another; for he that forgiveth not his brother his trespasses standeth condemned before the Lord; for there remaineth in him the greater sin.</b></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>10 I, the Lord, will forgive whom I will forgive, but of you it is required to forgive all men.</b></span></div><br />
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I have often thought of myself as a forgiving person, I try not to take offense too easily and let things go. Though recently I have discovered there is a great deal of pain that is still unresolved from a long time ago. In my previous "legal obligation" I was repressed and suppressed, and I think that in some ways in order to punish myself and him I take it out on others, namely my husband and kids. I realized that forgiveness isn't something you just say or do in one swift motion but that you have to work towards it, and that sometimes long after the offense, there is still a required effort to forgive and then, let go. It is hard when the one that has hurt you is not there to see the pain they have caused, they aren't there for you to tell them, and most likely they are living their lives without ever thinking about it. The responsibilty falls on me to pray and seek the ability to forgive. I am the one being damaged by the lingering anger and pain, and I must make a decision to forgive him, to forgive myself, and replace it with the love of my Savior. I am not there yet, but I will keep working on it.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Tues and Wed </b></i></span>we played at the park and hung out at the house just chillin! I must say that while I like to get out sometimes, I am kind of a homebody and I don't mind having days where we aren't scheduled and busy! However I have had TONS of editing to do so that took up much of my time.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Thursday</b></i></span> evening we went over to the Kelley's for a birthday for our nephew Jr., aka Baby Will, aka Little Will, aka Little Willie, seriously the poor kid won't know his name because EVERYONE calls him something different lol, he turned 3 so we went over for a mini party. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Friday</b></i></span> I woke early to head out to some garage sales, <i><b>my true love</b></i>, (it was a friends that is moving) where I ran into a <i><b>new</b></i> friend, Michele, from my ward, she and I headed to another garage sale and then back to my house to hang out for a little while. Michele has the cutest little girl my kids were wanting to hold her and love on her, poor thing. After they left we all got our chores done and headed to the library, where I had to handle some mean girls that were playing tricks on Grace, James was addicted to the water fountain, and Lexi wanted to check out every book they have. Since I am already reading a few I restrained myself from checking any out. <br />
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As we were leaving the library Jimmy called to say he was on his way home, which made me <i><b>very happy </b></i>since it was a little early. He said that he and Rob were gonna go hit some golf balls but thanks to the normal afternoon thunderstorm they changed plans and we decided to have dinner and then they went to do boy stuff at Best Buy! I got the kids to bed and then enjoyed some quiet time reading for the night!!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Saturday</b></i></span> we were up and going pretty early because Lexi had a practice with the activity day girls who are singing in church Sunday. While she sang, James and I headed to another Garage sale (another friend is moving) :( we hung out and talked and James enjoyed punch and cookies. Then it was back to pick up Lexi and home to work around the house and eat lunch, followed by an afternoon out with Daddy. He sweetly took all 3 kids out to spend some time with him, I was able to edit and take a short nap, then we were off and headed to Granny and Grandpa's for dinner.<br />
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<object height="342" width="608"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://gotuit.fox.com/dance/pvs/build/core/assets/eplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="608" height="342" allowfullscreen="true" FlashVars="acfg=http://gotuit.fox.com/dance/xml/app_player.xml&scfg=http://gotuit.fox.com/dance/xml/system.xml&c=sytycd-playlists&p=504146&s=5048981&i=603621"></embed></object>Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192651889217321580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386060987520136468.post-39238635477234254512010-07-27T19:06:00.000-06:002010-07-27T19:06:39.034-06:00Well Played!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhJ3nvqMODGgdZXz-KDa2fjiag5q0xoZMCunNtjOL6TAd9uFzTEf2CxtuO9n8w4PnMfGJerQvPzbx1yQgPBJPENxHIVREX4hx4dP5d3-X8x4_zJO7t1hDsLbNmP3JWg0bYvDVABVP0TfA/s1600/chess.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: white;"></span><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhJ3nvqMODGgdZXz-KDa2fjiag5q0xoZMCunNtjOL6TAd9uFzTEf2CxtuO9n8w4PnMfGJerQvPzbx1yQgPBJPENxHIVREX4hx4dP5d3-X8x4_zJO7t1hDsLbNmP3JWg0bYvDVABVP0TfA/s320/chess.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: white;">Husbands, they are a very "tricksy" breed! </b></span> For many years I thought they were just floating along letting the women be in charge and not paying too much attention. Then the epiphany occurred last night <i><b>"Gosh darn it, they have been fooling us ALL along!!"</b></i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>The Proof:</b></span><br />
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Have you ever wished for a moment to yourself? You think perhaps the ladies room will provide a bit of silence, but no, there they are, the little munchkins sticking their fingers under the door, turning the knob, or just walking right in. Or perhaps a nice soak in the tub? No, there they are again throwing their toy cars into the water, wanting to get in, or needing to ask you something "VERY" important. In fact I trained my self as a young mom to be very swift in the bath and lavatory because I know that my time is limited, so you get in and get out before they have a chance to swarm.<br />
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So these men, you see, figured out eons ago that if you stay in mentioned areas long enough, or create toxic fumes, children don't even bother to linger! So here I thought that men were just taking a long time when really they are just enjoying the peace and quiet!! <span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>DANG IT! We have been HAD!! </b></i></span>Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192651889217321580noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386060987520136468.post-87658900321797787372010-07-25T19:50:00.011-06:002010-07-25T20:34:32.422-06:00Sunday Scripture: Faithful Friends<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCgi3pWDQ6A8LSRKvmGVRN72ccvvdXUZ_aRcUsK6YlYKlEgR8scvJuhWzTzDkNTJY0P6ib4645-i4wUEOwG8kgmCXDoygPw-mdbPi7wtGY0rFBCaJBkYPfXFKag9FZju8PVN0wFbgpQyg/s1600/hugging_kittens1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCgi3pWDQ6A8LSRKvmGVRN72ccvvdXUZ_aRcUsK6YlYKlEgR8scvJuhWzTzDkNTJY0P6ib4645-i4wUEOwG8kgmCXDoygPw-mdbPi7wtGY0rFBCaJBkYPfXFKag9FZju8PVN0wFbgpQyg/s1600/hugging_kittens1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498037612579003314" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/mosiah/18/8#8">Mosiah 18:8-9</a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">8 And it came to pass that he said unto them: Behold, here are the waters of Mormon (for thus were they called) and now, as ye are desirous to come into the fold of God, and to be called his people, and are willing to bear one another’s burdens, that they may be light; </span></span></span> <div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="verse"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a name="9"></a></span> <div id="mosiah/18/9" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />9 Yea, and are willing to mourn with those that mourn; yea, and comfort those that stand in need of comfort, and to stand as witnesses of God at all times and in all things, and in all places that ye may be in, even until death, that ye may be redeemed of God, and be numbered with those of the first resurrection, that ye may have eternal life— </span></div> </div><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">In life there are tremendous trials, burdens, struggles and pain</span></span>. These difficulties can overtake us and discourage us, and in His magnificent wisdom, the Lord will use those around us to build us up, to keep us afloat while the storm rages. There has been more than one instance in my life where the Lord has placed just the right people on either side to sustain me in my weakness. Perhaps that is the reason in which I feel the<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> deep need to love, protect, keep up on, encourage and befriend those around me.</span></span> One never knows when the Lord will need you to step in and be His arms, His help, His love, so I try to keep myself open to those promptings of when to be that listening ear or shoulder to cry on. I try to be the friend that has often been given me.<br /><br />Today I give thanks for all those that have stood as my friend, my support during the storms of my life, who will continue to be so and I pray for the opportunity to be the same for you.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">All My Love<br /><br />Happy Sunday<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/133/5CE35422ACA737C0BC84D11861D55185.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wiiadnMvm20&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wiiadnMvm20&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192651889217321580noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386060987520136468.post-78657583462984297722010-07-22T17:41:00.002-06:002010-07-22T17:43:12.133-06:00Feeling NAKED!! & GUEST POST<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Today I am featured on </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://queenofthehouseofboys.blogspot.com/">Queen of the House of Boys</a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> , I am pretty excited about it since it is my first time guest posting on another blog! So go check it out!!</span><br /></span><br /><br />Being as that photography is a love of mine I feel pressure to have all my pictures edited to perfection before they make it to my blog/facebook. But hey for a minute lets pretend I am not a photographer and I will show you some pictures in the "buck", their "birthday suits", all kinds of naked, just so that I can get them on here before next summer!! and go ahead judge me all you want :)<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lehi, UT part Uno! </span><span style="font-size:100%;">(bet you didn't know I was bilingual)</span><br /></span><br /><br />We spent the first few days of our trip staying with my friend Janelle! She and I met in a not so ordinary manner, I will tell that story later on. Her aunt and uncle have a pool so we went up and spent an afternoon letting the kids cool off in the water! It was <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">ESPECIALLY HOT</span></span> the week we were in Utah, it could have been due to my presence, but I'm not bragging or anything.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGArOBeCeGr5yR17X4JopzD3WXLhnB18uX4xJVyZXohJbqDydKV2PE_bXuCYfrihhwmlBRyWj-G-gRgyJBATR9_dZCklImMl9WMVc9xUL7IgLXL-neNHwUoAkTAf0MNMDB8aAXdydlJuI/s1600/IMG_9725.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGArOBeCeGr5yR17X4JopzD3WXLhnB18uX4xJVyZXohJbqDydKV2PE_bXuCYfrihhwmlBRyWj-G-gRgyJBATR9_dZCklImMl9WMVc9xUL7IgLXL-neNHwUoAkTAf0MNMDB8aAXdydlJuI/s400/IMG_9725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496856348313841186" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">These girls became instant friends, much like their mothers!!</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLq8XL1sX6IF_z5PiHZsIGzvBw816n83y0iXvDZyCAEHaB366dtrBAOemus710LbEmwTUXeyGskr-rJP20fjYjGwRg5o9T4TMTXxRIAyD_72vmcFozWfi3kDn1R8rlm346SrrDu3kqE0I/s1600/IMG_9732Aa.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLq8XL1sX6IF_z5PiHZsIGzvBw816n83y0iXvDZyCAEHaB366dtrBAOemus710LbEmwTUXeyGskr-rJP20fjYjGwRg5o9T4TMTXxRIAyD_72vmcFozWfi3kDn1R8rlm346SrrDu3kqE0I/s400/IMG_9732Aa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496856678558400162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxiA7KGJnog1-7GscJSPLIs5T8viMbm1AgJPmL0his4kv6pKHyxT4PwdZexI07EcEFpBHUHS2aDHDwJ8yQKjPNNU1wdKlmcEkodmitq4o2WGZmjG64vrf59X_VHlXE9LpgJtgzLliGebY/s1600/IMG_9734.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxiA7KGJnog1-7GscJSPLIs5T8viMbm1AgJPmL0his4kv6pKHyxT4PwdZexI07EcEFpBHUHS2aDHDwJ8yQKjPNNU1wdKlmcEkodmitq4o2WGZmjG64vrf59X_VHlXE9LpgJtgzLliGebY/s400/IMG_9734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496862402672719490" border="0" /></a><br />(the ever cool Alexis)<br /></div><br />Janelle became very ill while we were there, so one afternoon I took 2 of her 5 kids and went to downtown SLC to the Children's Discovery Museum at Gateway! It was great because my membership to the Museum in Denver was good for the museum in Salt Lake so we got in for no cost! Before the museum we enjoyed pizza and ice cream, and I envisioned my life with 5 kids ages 11, 8, 6, 5 & 2, not too shabby!! We also met my good friend Kim at the museum with her 3 boys, it was great to see her and get to chat for a few minutes! 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She had done a post about her, and I swooped the picture from her blog leaving a little note saying hello, I believe she responded back with a little note and that was that. Then 6 months later I was at BYU Women's Conference in Provo, UT and as I came out of the Marriott Center I noticed a cute group of women taking pictures, I just made a mental note like "Oh they are cute." A few weeks after getting home I was searching through blogs and I decided to check Janelle's again when what would appear but this picture of women at the BYU Women's Conf. it was the same ones I had seen, so I couldn't help but leave a comment. From that point on we began keeping up with each other through our blogs and facebook. We have since discovered other connections and when I decided to make a trip to Utah she said we could stay with them! I was thrilled to get to meet her in person after a year and a half of communicating online! Some might think it odd but I just KNOW we were meant to be friends, <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">she knows it too ever since I told her!! :)</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh11wmJ02n9bzBIFsc0do3P3oZr2g5ejyQi_y9H3beq57pH4qEnVxpoEggfnFWHIK1gO-EQaYqaA71YagI37Rxp_OJ1Jh9n-fot5Jj6CsMm9DUpJ1NrC_5ZMqE0hXFFA-5SYywK7qANReA/s1600/IMG_0276A.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 421.5px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh11wmJ02n9bzBIFsc0do3P3oZr2g5ejyQi_y9H3beq57pH4qEnVxpoEggfnFWHIK1gO-EQaYqaA71YagI37Rxp_OJ1Jh9n-fot5Jj6CsMm9DUpJ1NrC_5ZMqE0hXFFA-5SYywK7qANReA/s1600/IMG_0276A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496866912438716114" border="0" /></a><br />(<span style="font-size:85%;">the above picture was edited a bit to crop out the peanut butter on my boob)<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My visit to Lehi also brought a dream of mine come true!! I had tried the <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">MOST AMAZING FRUIT TARTS</span></span> from a place called<a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.kneadersbakery.com/"> Kneaders</a> over a year ago and had been CRAVING them ever since so my first day there Janelle and I made a trip to get some, they did not disappoint!!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_4lV-8G3cDK2VAwuk6Lk6_oM6xX45pdRMlquvc7TWkpXmh7Qz36D7_sevx8OVw_Vlm8MemciHb-07Juz0zkdsyZLOgIOvJ9zi5JT_WfiiZ9c-zR8nxC_1mfug34Ea-hpWWWwyCfzWWNk/s1600/IMG_9741aa.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_4lV-8G3cDK2VAwuk6Lk6_oM6xX45pdRMlquvc7TWkpXmh7Qz36D7_sevx8OVw_Vlm8MemciHb-07Juz0zkdsyZLOgIOvJ9zi5JT_WfiiZ9c-zR8nxC_1mfug34Ea-hpWWWwyCfzWWNk/s400/IMG_9741aa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496866505310457426" border="0" /></a><br />(<span style="font-size:85%;">the above picture should have been edited)<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">This is me in Heaven after my first bite into the tart of all tarts!! <span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">(I did share however, I didn't want to keep heaven all to myself, ok I did, but I decided to be good)</span><br /></div>Marylinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192651889217321580noreply@blogger.com3