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They weren't lying. I really enjoyed the texture and the mixture of tastes in my mouth! Good job Fiber One!
My First Mothers Day
So, realistically, this is NOT my first mothers day. However, all of my adult life, I have dreaded mothers day. I loved celebrating my mom. She is amazing, and I could not have received a better mother. No way.
I have always felt that Mothers Day was a reminder of my failure as a woman. That I am broken, my body does not work the way it is supposed to. It is a day I have spent crying and hiding from the world, embarrassed.
My body has not changed, I still have never given birth. HOWEVER, I have two AMAZING litte girls. Yes, I have been slacking. For the past six months I have had Sweet Pea (9) and Monkey (almost 2) in my home. I am mommy to them. I get to be with them for hard days, and happy days. I get to cheer them on in performances and track meets. I hold them when they get hurt, I kiss their owies. I drive them around, cook for (and with) them. I explain things I'd rather not. (Mom what's a virgin? holy cow scriptures bringing up stuff). I am their Mom.
I woke up this morning to roses and a bike from my husband, and a handmade card from Sweet Pea. She wrote a poem for me:
You are nicer than a teacher.
(Simils) better than the sun.
Coolest Mom ever!
This poem may not (ryim).
The words aren't spelled right, but I love you with all my heart forever!
There were tears. I love the drawing, the misspelled words. I L.O.V.E. being a mom.
12 May 2013
Glade Expressions Collection
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I LOVE this product. The oil difuser is my favorite. It's sleek bamboo cover goes great with any decor, and the scents available are AMAZING. Pineapple & Mangosteen is amazing. When I walk into the room, I always find myself taking a big whiff, so I can be transported from my stress and daily routine, and relax on the beach of my mind. It's not overly strong, but it's there, and it's pleasant. I can't wait to try some of the other scents!
11 October 2012
PCOS Awareness
September is PCOS awareness month. Teal is PCOS awareness color, hence the new background.
I have PolyCystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS). I am one in ten women.
It affects every aspect of your life. It can some times seem like it's taking over. It is unknown what causes the hormone imbalance that is the root cause of PCOS.
Symptoms include, but are not limited to:
- Irregular Menstrual cycle
- Weight gain
- Difficulty Losing weight
- Excess Hair growth on face and body called Hirsutism
- Darkened Skin Patches
- Skin tags
- infertility
- Thinning hair
- Insulin Resistance (diabetes)
- High Cholesterol and High Triglycerides
- High Blood Pressure
- Cysts on Ovaries
- Pelvic Pain
- Depression
- Anxiety
- Sleep Apnea
- Decreased Sex Drive
- Increased Stress Levels.
- Acne that gets worse
Not only does it make it nearly impossible to lose weight (for every pound someone with PCOS loses someone "normal" will lose 3 pounds), we have to pay extra attention to what we eat. Carbs are killer and so is Soy.
Ironically the best treatment for PCOS is weight loss.
One of the most difficult aspects of PCOS, at least for me, is infertility. I have wanted to be a mom since I was 5 years old. I have tried to do what's right. I've made mistakes for certain, I don't claim to be perfect, but I do try to be what God wants me to be. I watch people who make no effort to do what's right, and as a matter of fact, go out of their way to NOT do what's right have kids.
I have friends, whom I love dearly, who get pregnant, and come to me to complain about how they feel. I try to be empathetic, but it's really difficult. So now you know a little more about it, all I'm going to ask is that you be sensitive to my plight, and the plight of 10% of all women. Recognize that we struggle with self esteem already.
Facial hair and infertility makes us feel unfeminine. Excessive weight gain makes us hate our bodies. Acne makes us frustrated with our skin. Stress an Anxiety and hair loss make us depressed, and feel unsexy. It's not something we can control and there is no real cure. Husbands, take care of your wives. Be understanding, tell your wife she is beautiful. Let her know you find her sexy. Encourage her to eat healthy, but be kind. We all need a little extra hope.
15 September 2012
I owe the world a living
There has been a lot on my mind lately, and I've had a really hard time organizing it into coherency. I hope you can follo this post without too much trouble.
Yesterday was the primary election here in Utah. Next week is Independence Day. I've never really realized how close these two events are together. Independence day used to be a day for fireworks, and to hang out with family, and an excuse to not work. Then I met my Dear Husband.
Adam is a true patriot if there ever was one. I've never met someone who loved this country so much. Who really wanted to fight for what it stands for. For life, liberty and the PURSUIT of happiness. Our GOD GIVEN rights. The ONLY things we are entitled to.
I get so frustrated with people who think that they are ENTITLED to so much. Freedom, opportunity and entitlement are three ENTIRELY different things.
To be perfectly blunt, I am embarrassed by a lot of my generation. They have the grashopper mentality of
"Oh the world owes me a living
Deedle dardle doodle deedle dum
Oh the world owes me a living
Deedle dardle doodle deedle dum
If I worked hard all day I might
Sleep badder when in bed at night
I sleep all day so that's alright
Deedle dardle doodle deedle dum"
The problem with this is, that living has to come from somewhere. So those who work hard, and seize opportunities are made to pay for it. You are NOT entitled to my paycheck. I work hard for my living, to help support my family, and I can not support others. Ugh. I"m going in a direction I didn't want to go. But this IS my blog.
We need to stop putting our hands out, and start getting them dirty. You are NOT too good for fast food. I have had a job since I was 11 years old. Sometimes it was just babysitting, mostly though, it was a real come-to-work-punch-in-and-out-get-a-paycheck kind of job. Yes, some of the time it was in the food service industry. I am truly grateful to my heavenly father for my job. I feel good about how I do it, I work hard, and long, but I know that I have EARNED nearly everything I have. None of it is bought on credit, none of it is still being paid for. It's out and out paid for.
I don't have everything I want, but I have what I need, and I have those around me who I KNOW love me. Even Mr. T. LIKES me. (does that mean I'm doing something wrong as a parent?) I have a roof over my head, food to eat, clothes to wear, shoes on my feet and a car to drive. THAT is what makes me part of the 1%. I don't have extra money in the bank, but I have enough. I appreciate, very much, the things I have been gifted, and the things that I have earned.
If you don't think I'm right check this article out...http://www.fool.com/investing/general/2011/10/28/attention-protestors-youre-probably-part-of-the-1-.aspx
I may be ridiculed for this post. I may have finally ticked off enough people that NO one will read anymore. But this is something that I can not get off of my mind. I really hope we can get away from the grasshopper mentality, and get back to what will really and truly save our nation...The ANT mentality:
"Oh I owe the world a living
Deedle dardle doodle deedle dum, ah-choo!
Oh I owe the world a living
Deedle dardle doodle deedle dum, ah-choo!
I got a bad cold in my head
You ants were right the time you said
You've got to work for all you get
Deedle dardle doodle deedle dum, ah-choo"
:
27 June 2012
It's BORING...
I swear it's like this 96% of the time. The only time I don't hear that is when he is playing Wii...and lets face it...I can't let him play Wii all day, as much as I would like to. Since I work all day, and A. Sleeps due to working on his new business venture all night, Mr T is often on his own for entertainment. (Luckily I work from home so I can be here if he needs me.
I looked at A LOT of ways to entertain an 8 year old. A LOT. But most of them require either parental involvement, supervision or other kids. So I picked over, and cannibalized, several lists and came up with stuff he can do on his own. The result? Awesomeness.
My Unfinished list of 101 things for an only child to do....
1. Write a letter to a family member
2. READ!!!!
3. Write a story
4. Draw Pictures for the story you just wrote
5. Jam out to some music! LIsten and dance.
6. Play with our dog (not right for every one obviously)
7. Wash the table
8. Pick up your room
9. Draw
10. Color (no folks they aren't the same)
11. Feed the dog
12 Pick up the living room
13. Build a fort
14 Take a nap
15. Call a friend
16. Take pictures
17 Draw on the sidewalk
18. Quiet time (30 Minutes)
19. Exercise
20. Create a journal and write in it.
21. Use your toys to create a story
22. Create a collage with pictures from magazines
23. Play with legos
24. Play with Play-Dough
25. Nature Rubbings
26. Tie your shoes with one hand
27. Make a paper airplane and see how far you can make it go
28. Make another paper airplane and beat your record
29. Jump on a trampoline
30. Blow bubbles
31. Make an award for a friend
32. Wash the car
33. Invent a language and write it down
34. Bean bag toss
35. Play with Silly putty
36. take a bath (with toys!)
37. Fold and put away rags
38 Fold and put away clothes
39 gon on a nature hunt in the back yard
40. Find a cool rock on your nature walk
41 Draw a picture of a bug you found outside
42. Do a puzzle
43. Water plants
44. Listen to an audio book
45. do a craft
46 origami
47 Make a paper chain to count down how many days til school starts (or other thing you are looking forward to)
48 Tie knots in a rope
49 Make shadow puppets
50. Have a scavenger hunt (this requires a little bit of prep time from mom or dad, but can be done ahead of time!
51. Bug race (use potato bugs!)
52 Learn a magic trick
53. Try writing with your left hand
54. draw a picture of your favorite dinner.
55. Draw a picture with your toes
56. Build a card house
57. Make a placemat
58. Make a paper helicopter
59. Find, and write to, a pen pal
60. Draw a picture of yourself
61 shoe box guitar
62. Sock puppet show
63. Create a star show
64. Make a time capsule
65. Make a nature display
66. Draw on a shirt with washable marker
67 Finger paint
68. Fun Freeze (freeze little objects ie legos or other small things in a big chunk of ice. Have them try to get them out...no knifes!)
69. Make an obstacle course
70. Do your own scrap book page
71. Make a calming glitter Jar and/or play with it
72. make a paper boat
73. Make a Mini Me
74. Build a tower with jenga blocks
75. Paint outside with water
76. Make a pillow path...Don't touch the lava!!!
77. Jug catch
78. Waterfall game
79. Make a movie
80 Draw a picture to go with the story we read last night
81. Make up a song
82. Make a diorama
83. Play with a hand held game
84. Play with my iPod
85. Noodle Balloon race
86. Bubble Snake
87. Sweep the floor
88. Create a cotton ball statue
89. Create a statue with mini marshmallows and tooth picks.
90. Pom Pom Angry birds
91. Make a paper hat
92. Make a froot loop necklace
93. Make a pillow pile and jump into it
94. Indoor bowling
95. Rock crafts (paint them or build a statue)
96. Make a piece of clay jewelry
97. Make a paper space Ship
98. PLay with the wii for 30 minutes
99. Watch tv for an hour
and that's why it's unfinished......anyone have two more ideas?
20 June 2012
The Stupendous Mr. T
I am so blessed to have Mr. T in my home right now. No, I"m not taking in the former A Team member. Mr T is my friend who is staying with us. He's 8 and he flippin cracks me up. I don't know where he comes up with some of the things he says. But seriously, I asked him if he wanted broccoli pizza, and he said yes! The kid LOVES veggies. And fruits. His head almost exploded when I showed him a butterfly made of grapes. He's been with us for just over a week, and I get to read to him every night. He loves it. It's our special time. He's silly and energetic and very sensitive (even if he won't show it to you) It has definitely been an adventure. To all the moms that I've sugared up your kids and sent them home hyper, I"m sorry. I won't ever do it again. Well we all know THAT part is a blatant lie. I probably will do it again. Because kids are fun :)
It has been interesting finding his likes and dislikes, and his needs and wants. Mr T is a great helper, unless you use the word "chore" Then.....with no better way to put it......all hell breaks loose. So instead of creating a "chore" list, we ask him to do things as we go. So far, so good. I really am looking forward to the next few months! Mr T is awesome! So in the words if his namesake:
I Pity da foo' who dosen't get to know Mr T!!!
13 June 2012
Free Your Mind
I'm a Gleek. It's true. I'm not afraid to say it. There are so very few programs that celebrate the diferences in our lives that make us who we are. One of the biggest things I like about it is that they celebrate all kinds of beauty. One example of this is Mercedes. She's a bigger girl. She says...no....she KNOWs that she is fabulous, sexy and amazing. The last episode I watched was one where the football coach (a woman who is not very feminine) finds out that students are using thoughts of her to help "cool off" after making out. She is devastated. Who wouldn't be? I felt it. I saw the pain flash across her face and my heart shattered. I won't lie I felt like I was her. I am aware that I am not most peoples Ideal. I have never thought I was beautiful, sexy or amazing. I am very blessed to have a husband who does not look at the stereotypical beauty and swoon. He finds everything about me beautiful. Every last scar, every last stretch mark (yup I'm that heavy). He tells me every day how beautiful I am, and how much he loves my shape, and my body.
I really hope that we can stop seeing only this
Start seeing the beauty everywhere! Look at these women
How can ANYONE say they aren't beautiful. They are amazing! Beauty should not be confined to one stereotype. 
Stop calling People like Kim Kardashian and Scarlett Johansen "heavy". They aren't. 
24 May 2012
Expressing my opnion
Because I can. It's my blog, and I have a right to say what I want. Even if it's politically incorrect.
This frustrates me http://cheezburger.com/6238256128?siteId=75 It's been going around facebook for awhile.
First of all, do you know of a gay person that is forced to drink out of a separate fountain? or considered less than human because of the way they were born? Or forced to go to school with only gay people? No. It is not the same. Stop trying to make it look like it is.
Second, you HAVE equal rights. You are looking for rights that are above and beyond. Any Man has the right to marry any Woman. is that not equal?
I recently had a friend post on Facebook, again, that being gay isn't a choice, but being a hateful bigot is. The term "bigot" is in and of itself hypocritical.
BIGOT:
| — n | |
| a person who is intolerant of any ideas other than his or herown, esp on religion, politics, or race | |
So, in calling me a bigot for standing against gay marriage, you are a bigot for not being tolerant of MY beliefs. So stop. The people screaming "TOLERANCE, PEACE and LET ME BE" are the ones who do not show those same qualities. I don't care what you do in your bedroom. Just keep it there. Don't rub it in my face. Don't try and cram your beliefs down my throat, and I won't cram mine down yours. Stop asking for extra "rights" and stop being a hypocrite. You have a domestic partnership, which provides the same privileges as marriage, without the title. Marriage isn't a legal ceremony, it's a religious one. If you can find a religion allowing it, Go for it! Just don't expect me to support it.
I love everyone. I really do. It's not about hating, or denying someone love. I want everybody to feel the joy I feel with my husband. We are on a slippery slope and it is dangerous and frightening. I want my children to be raised with Christian values, and to be kind to everyone. But I will teach them to fight back if their ideals are attacked. Do not attack me, or my beliefs and expect me to just sit down and allow you to trample MY religion and MY freedoms.
My ONE political post
So, the longer I am married to Adam the more active I become in politics. This is not going to be a political blog, just my one post. I've had this running through my head for a few days, which usually means I need to post it.
I have been terrified recently by some of the things coming out of the Whitehouse lately. From mandates that your children can be taken from you on the way home from school, to the theft of food storage and forced (drafted) labor camps, I'm feeling less and less like I'm in the United States of America and more like I'm in Nazi Germany! It is NOT ok! "We the people" have allowed ourselves to become complacent zombies, and have fooled ourselves into thinking that "hey nothing can happen, it's USA! We are protected by God!"
God will only protect us as long as we are actively working towards a better future. We are very much in trouble here folks. Edmund Burke said "all that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing" We can no longer do nothing. It is time for us to take our freedom back.
We must dust off our vigor, grab at the chains of oppression that bind us and say "NO MORE." We must stand as brothers and sisters in freedom, and with the help of God, break those chains! We can no longer ignore what is before us! We must defend our inspired constitution, and the GOD GIVEN rights therein! We can no longer sit idly by and say "it is up to someone else, I'm just me and I don't matter." Yes, you are one, but YOU ARE ONE! We the people must again unite and stand up to tyranny, this time, in our own home.
As I was writing that last paragraph, I thought, maybe I shouldn't write this. Maybe I'm getting myself in trouble. But isn't that the point? I should not have to be worried about encouraging my fellow Americans to be patriotic, and to appreciate freedom!
Do not make a mockery of the sacrifice of our military that have bled and lost life and limb to protect our freedom! Stand for the constitution! Stand for God! Stand for freedom!
21 March 2012
The day that changed my life....
Let me back up a little. This past couple of weeks has been really hard. I've started forgetting things that I simply do not forget. Work was a major stressor, a
nd I didn't feel like I was ever going to be caught up. Basically I have felt like a failure pretty much all the way around. Work was especially overwhelming with a LOT of changes taking place all at once. So I have fallen father and farther behind. So when Adam entered an essay contest to win tickets to a fund raising dinner for Chris Stewart, I'm not going to lie. I hoped (just a tiny, tiny, bit mind you) that he wouldn't win so that I could at least attempt to keep my head above water.
There was quite a bit of confusion surrounding this contest, and it turned out that Adam didn't win....and then he did. Because the rules about voting were unclear, they announced two fir
st prize winners. One for most overall votes, and one for single account votes. (any account that voted more than once for a single essay was discarded.) Adam won the single account votes. I cried a little on the inside when he told me, but I asked my amazing boss for the day off. GRANTED! Then there was the chaos of where to stay, what to do with the dog, how we were going to work everything out. It felt like I had a million pounds on my shoulders.
My wonderful Family was gracious enough to watch Herc, and in the meantime we decided to make a mad dash up and back in the same day. So yesterday morning we got ready as we could (you know it's important because I even blow dried my hair) and hopped in the car. I love spending time with Adam. He makes me laugh and ALWAYS makes me feel appreciated. We sang along with the songs on his itunes and talked and drove...and drove...and drove. Seriously. Do you know where farmington is? Do you know where Saint George is??? Look at a map of Utah. Look almost all the way to the top and you will find Farmin
gton. Now look almost
all the way to the bottom, and if you are careful, you will find La Verkin. Luckily the weather was good and we made really good time. I would like it to be noted that it IS possible to get lost with a GPS. We have found more than one way to do it.
So I wanted to look nice so I put on my sketchers. No, not these sketchers
That would have been sensible and intelligent.
The ones I wore were closer to these:
I had no idea what to expect, and I wore high heels. Wow. Genius. Now the reason I mention this IS actually important, so hang in there.
Anyway. There was a lot of standing involved before dinner. Mingling with people I didn't know and basically being "arm candy" for my husband. Then the moment arrived. You know, the one we had driven four and a half hours for. You know, the one where Adam got to meet Glen Beck. It was fast, cuz he had other business to take care of. But we did get to chat for a second. He asked Adam why he supported Chris Stewart. Adam told him that he supported him because of his stance on illegal immigration (among other things). Brother Beck then asked Adam what he would do to solve the immigration problem, in one sentence. Adam said two words..."end entitlements." A look of utter surprise came across Glen's face, and then as it sank in you could actually see the worlds turning in his head. He said "I'm impressed." I have never seen Adam look so proud. His chest actually puffed up. It was awesome to see someone whom he respected, and so much admired, give him that kind of praise! I loved it.
We lounged around for awhile and ate some appetizers. They were turkey themed. Turkey and stuffing wrapped in wontons and baked. Turkey stuffed Zucchini and Cantaloupe topped with turkey and cranberries. All three were delish.
After a few minutes we went upstairs to our table. We were seated with the other contest winner and several random folks. We chatted through our salads (amazing by the way. Craisens, pears, smoked cheese with the most fabulous dressing I've ever had) and then our dinner came and everyone pretty much stopped talking to eat. The food was that amazing. Pork roast (huge servings) fresh fruit, potatoes and sweet potatoes mixed and a mix of veggies I probably would not have tried on my own, but I was glad I did. Towards the end of the meal we started chatting again. Chris got up and introduced Glen and Glen asked Chris not to go to washington because he was too good of a man, and too good of a friend. He said some beautiful things about loving your neighbor and loving your enemies. It was very touching. We looked around and noticed that one of our table mates was gone. He we spotted him as he was announced down giving a beautiful painting to Glen. He was the artist. Adam's favorite artist. One of my faves to.
If you haven't seen his work check it out....it's AMAZING and full of meaning. http://www.mcnaughtonart.com/artwork/view_zoom/?artpiece_id=353 the piece I linked to is the one he gave to Mr. Beck. Anyway once we figured out who he was we gushed. We were both a little star struck. He was so humble. He acted like it was no big deal. It was a big deal. To Adam especially. We ate dessert quickly (chocolate dipped strawberries and a brownie with some freaking awesome toppings and drizzled with raspberries.) and before we knew it it was time to go to the actual event. Remember, the one that changed my life?
We had VIP parking, and VIP tickets. Guess what. The VIP parking was full. Meaning we had to park a bazillion miles away. Refer to previous images of shoes. Yeah. Not good news. We sat down, in the second row, and I was so grateful. My feet ached from all the standing and walking (and even a little running, I'm lucky to be alive) and it was a relief to get off of them. The respite didn't last very long. About one minute later the loud speaker demanded that we rise for the presenting of the colors. We all did gladly. I felt the sting intensify in my already aching feet. I waited with my hand over my heart while a woman did an amazing job singing the first two verses of the national anthem. We joined in on the third and I was shifting my weight from foot to foot quite often at this point. I probably looked like a little kid doing the potty dance. There was then an awkward silence for a moment prior to introducing the vet who lead us in the pledge of allegiance.
When I say vet I'm not kidding. This man was held as a POW in viet nam for 5 years. He was heavily decorated. Before he started saying the pledge, he took a moment and said a few words. I don't remember everything. I do remember a story he told about the first time he said the pledge of allegiance back here, in the US, after his POS experience. He said "I remember thinking: 'I'm not fighting this war alone anymore'." That was it for me. The pain in my feet no longer existed, and I could have stood for hours if I'd had to. I have NEVER been more proud to be an American. I FELT the Spirit of God as we reverently uttered the pledge. Thank you Father, for allowing me to be born in this great nation.
The next person on stage was Hillary Weeks. And l will never be the same.
Please take a moment to listen this song. It shifted my paradigm. Life is hard. The trials I go through, I would never have chosen. But, I want them. Because they make the happy times in my life that much happier. They are sacred, because Heavenly Father knows that I need my trials to make me in his image.
She did sing other songs but this was the moment that really got me. I cried for awhile because I was so overwhelmed by our Father's knowledge of what we need, and his love for us.
After that Chris Stewart spoke for a few minutes and then Glen Beck spoke to us again. Adam can probably tell you more about that than I can. He talked a lot about spoke about trusting God, even when you don't know what you are doing. Taking that step into the darkness and trusting that our father has the light switch and will show us the plan, when the time is right.
There was a while while Chris, Glen and Glen's partner (I'm sorry I can't remember your name!) were all on stage and making fun of each other. They were sitting on barstools. I leaned over to Adam and said "look it's the blue collar comedy tour! Only with white collars!" He laughed. Shortly after that Hilary Weeks came out and sang a couple more songs. Then it was time for the trip home. We left Layton around 9:30. The trip home was uneventful, except the part where I drove for about 15 minutes. Pretty sure I almost killed us more than once.
We got home around 3:00 and I went to sleep...only to wake up for work at 6:30. You know what? it was worth it. I've seen such a change in Adam. There is a fire in him, something encouraging him that I've never seen. Adam, I love you. Thanks for taking me with you.
03 March 2012
The Winner is......
And the winner is Kimi from Live, Laugh, Love your guts! Congratulations Kimi! Thanks for participating everyone! If this was something that was interesting to you, let me know and I will plan another contest.
Kimi has 48 hours to email me and accept her prize. If She fails to do so, another winner will be chosen.
If you were planning on donating to our cause, and just haven't gotten around to it, don't worry! you can still donate by clicking here! or by clicking on the button on the side of my blog.
Congrats again Kimi! Thanks for your help in getting the word out!
01 March 2012
Life Changes
So I know you have all been anxiously awaiting my most recent post. "Where did she go??" You were all thinking. Well I promise I have had good reason to not be blogging. Well I do right now, but I"m blogging anyway. A. and I are preparing to take in foster kids. There is a lot more going into it than I ever imagined there would be.
So that's part of the reason I'm posting. I need your help. I hate asking for donations, but this is a chunk of change to hit straight up. Hubby and I live fine on my salary, but I don't think we could have ever been prepared for what basically equates to having everything for a kid form infancy to teenager all at once. I set up a website, that you can make donations through.
http://www.gofundme.com/eg1h0 <----Donate here!! Help the kids! Care when they can't!
I don't want this to be just a donation, so how about this. Lets make it a contest. I have a business called Memorable Moments...In Motion. Yes you can see the link to my facebook page to the left. What I do with this business, is I create slideshows of your most treasured pictures and I set them to music. This comes with custom transitions and a customized menu. I have packages ranging from basic all the way up to Deluxe. Some of the favorite features of the deluxe package are customized special effects transitions between images, custom title effects, opening and closing titles, text extras (photo captions or transitional text such as poetry or verses) and customized movie like motions (such as pan and scan) The base package price for the deluxe is $115 That is for 20-50 Images. What I'm offering here is 151-200 images and 6-8 songs to be put into a custom package JUST. FOR. YOU. That's a value of $350.
PLEASE NOTE: A donation is not required for entry. It will get you an extra entry, but you don't have to. There are several ways you can enter.
1. Follow my blog. You will, of course, have to let me know.
2. Make a donation (any amount will get you an additional entry)
3. Post about this contact, and include a link to either my blog, or my donation site, and leave a comment with a link to your post on my blog!
4. Post on Facebook and tag me. Include my blog link and/or a link to the donation site.
I will post the winner on March 1st. I know it's a ways out, so I will try to keep interest going. You are all wonderful and I love you! Thanks for your love and support!
08 February 2012
Day 10 of 30
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This isn't really a fair question. I don't know. Maybe it is. But generally if I need to let someone go, I do. I can't think of anyone who is actually IN my life that shouldn't be here. It is what it is.
18 October 2011
Day 9 of 30
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To everything there is a season. I know that sounds kind of harsh, but things are what they are. I believe that people come into your life for a specific purpose. It's part of your experience to make you who you need to be. You react to them and love them while they are there, and try to learn from them. Hold tight if you want to keep them, if you can't keep them, thank Heavenly Father for the time they were there.
There are friends that I've drifted from, whom I still love dearly, that if we were to sit down, I honesty believe that we could just pick up where we left off. There are others that it's so awkward with, it's hard to believe we were ever friends. But if your reading this your more likely in that first category, and I love you for it!
11 October 2011
Day 8 of 30
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Day 08 → Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like crap.
It's a struggle. Something I've been dealing with for a long time. I don't know how to write about it, and so this post might suck, but oh well. I'm not getting paid to do this, it's just the random thoughts of a rambling woman.
Everyone you come in contact with has the potential to make your life difficult. Sometimes it's your choice to let them sometimes it's not. I think the thing that I allowed to make my live crappy was bullies. They come from everywhere, and it dosen't matter who you are 97% of people either were a bully, have seen someone bullied or were the victim. I was the latter, and I let myself continue to be one for a long time. I'm still trying to overcome the taunts I heard, both from people I really cared about and people I really disliked. In high school I was 5' 8'' and weight in at approximately 165. I was a little bit chubby, but I don't think I would have considered myself fat, had I not been told that's what I was. I had little to no self esteem, a problem which I still struggle with. The echos of tubo, tub of lard, lardo, whale lady and every other "fat" name you can think of still ring in my ears at night.
I try to believe my husband when he says I'm beautiful, and he loves me the way I am, but I still never feel quite good enough. I let these people infect me SO completely that Everything I was and am needed approval of complete strangers in order to feel like I was worth anything, and even then I was better off if no one knew who I was, or that I was alive. I have a hard shell around me. I don't trust others with my feelings, and you have to try really hard to get to know me. The REAL me. The real me is terrified, and determined to fit into a little box that can stack neatly with all the other little boxes. So that's what shows. A neat little box, that gets neater all the time, and prays that no one will open the box and see what a mess is inside.
08 October 2011
Day 7 of 30
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Day 07 → Someone who has made your life worth living for.
This is one of our engagement photos. Hubby has been the light of my life for the past three-plus years. He loves me unconditionally, even when I'm crazy. Which, if I were honest, I would have to admit that it was most of the time. When I'm feeling stressed he figures out what will calm me down and works hard to make sure thats done. When I feel like crying he makes me laugh.
More importantly he still looks at me the same way he did when he first met me. He never tires of telling me how beautiful I am, and with someone who has a history of low self esteem, that's oober important. He looks at me like he is amazed.
He is my best friend and my rock. He helps me be strong when I just want to break down and cry.
I love you Hubby!
21 August 2011
Day 6 of 30
Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.
wow. This is like what's your deepest fear and I feel somewhat exposed. But I promised the truth, and the truth is what I will give. To tell the truth about this I have to go back before I was even born.
I have two older sisters. Kendra is the one I know. She is an awesome big sister. The other one, Dionne, we don't talk about much. She only lived for about six weeks. When I was younger, I remember celebrating her birthday with angel food cake, because she was mommy's angel. My mom's heart stayed broken. She was always there for us, and was the best Mom in the world. Still is. If I'm feeling broken down she's there for me. But, I always wondered what would be different if my sister had lived.
So the thing I hope I never have to do is bury a child. I can't imagine the grief my mother went through. I mourn because we are having a hard time having a child and I don't know if I could handle having a baby in my arms, and looking at her angel face and knowing that they are mine, and having that child just gone. No parent should have to bury their child. I have a couple of friends who are angel mommies and I see how much they hurt. I pray that I NEVER EVER EVER have to bury a child.
18 August 2011
Day 5 of 30
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Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life.
Wow the list goes on and on with this one. There really isn't enough hours in a day (or a week for that matter) to give a complete answer to this one. I hope for a lot of things.
My biggest hope right now, the thing I want most to do, is to be a mom. Not just to be a mom but to be a great mom. A mom who is at all of her kids performances, or games, or meets or whatever.
I want to be a soccer mom. I want to be there cheering for the little toots, and I want to be there when they get home from school and be able to help them with their homework. Except math (can we say tutor?) I want to read them stories and sing songs with them. I want to take them to church and teach them about Jesus, and about the wonderful plan that our Heavenly Father has for us.
I hope to be there when they say their first word, and take their first steps. All the wonderful firsts and even the crappy ones. I want to be there for them when they first have their heart broken, and when they first fall in love. I hope to be there when they find that one person who they want to spend eternity with. I WANT them to tell me they hate me (isn't that how you know your boundaries are working?) I want to be there every step of the way for the little nudgers, and I want it more than anything I can think of. I want it so bad it's hard to breath sometimes.
It's not something I have control over so I just have to be patient, and do my best to do my best with what I have. For now, I will be a loving aunt, sister, wife, daughter, cousin and granddaughter to those amazing people I call my family, and keep holding tight to hope.
15 August 2011
Day 4 of 30
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Day 04 → Something you have to forgive someone for.
I'm a grudge holder. I hate to say it. I hold on to grudges as hard as I hold on to friends. So join in my friends circle, and stay off my bad side.
This being said, there are a lot of things that I need to let go of, a lot of things I need to forgive.
I can remember exactly what was said in one instance, that cut me to the core. Two of the most popular boys in school were having a contest to see who could have the most girlfriends. One of them asked me out and I said no. They asked why and I said "Because I"m not stupid" meaning I thought they were making fun of me. I was eating lunch later that day and they both came to sit by me and began discussing this contest (like I wasn't there) and one of the boys turned to the other (the one who had asked me to be his girlfriend) and told him that he was obviously the winner because he couldn't even get 'her' to go out with him. Like I was low, desperate and pathetic.
Yeah that was in middle school, and I'm still holding on to this like it was this morning. Why do I do this??? They don't know. They probably don't even remember that conversation. It doesn't hurt them, they don't care. It only hurts me. That's how it is for most of the stuff I need to forgive. Letting go is a lot harder than holding on. It takes a strong person. I'm not strong. I'm just me. BUT I can become strong. One lost grudge at a time.
