Do you ever just sit there and think to yourself, "I'm failing at this whole motherhood thing."
I do. All the time.
Part of me wants to just medicate myself into happiness. Take more meds so I can enjoy my kids.
Being a mom is so hard.
The other day I was listening to the Hamilton Soundtrack. I totally get why everyone is loving this play. So far I am loving it as well. There is some language in it, but I have a sneaky suspicion that Isaac is getting me an edited copy for Christmas. Anyway, Toward the end of the song Non-Stop, Angelica Schuyler is singing about how Alexander will never be Satisfied. Its set within the song about how he works and works as if he's running out of time. This song brought me to tears in a way that is hard to define. It was as if she was singing to me about me. I want so much more than to clean the house all day. Dealing with whining fighting children who break my things and make a mess. I'm tired of being the peace maker.
I have been going through a drepressive episode this last week and a half. I’m trying to hide it. But I keep oscillating between anger, anxiety, depression and apathy. I have no desire to move. I’ll exercise, but instead of making me feel better, I just feel anxious. I’ve gotten so angry with people this past week, far more angry than i probably should. I’m supposed to sing for stake women’s conference this weekend but I haven’t even practiced because I don’t have the motivation to sing. I just want to cry instead.
Maybe it’s all the rain we’ve been having. I am a sunshine kind of person. I like to wake up when the sun is already out. Too much grey sky makes me feel blah.
I feel like I’m choking on my own intrusive thoughts, but I can’t bring myself to go to a doctor for updated medicaions because I HATE the looks they give. That fake pity followed by a lecture. Gag me.
I feel like some of my anger is legitimate, but I don’t do anything about what I’m angry about, so bringing up the subjects with the people they involve are pointless. So then I try to get rid of my angrer because it’s no use right? And then I’m sad and anxious or apathetic.
I’m sitting in the parking lot of Walmart trying to get myself to get up and get out of the car. It’s pouring outside, so people will just think the tears on my face are from the rain right?
So glad no one goes on blogger anymore. Wo
Tuesday, March 6, 2018
Accomplished?
Often times I look around me and feel like I have not accomplished much. And other times I feel so overwhelmed and stressed out. I am in this constant battle to prove myself to myself and others, even when others may or may not actually be judging me.
I have a tendency to focus on what I haven't achieved rather than what I have. The whole not having a career thing really bothers me, way more than I want it to. I'm a stay at home mom, a full time graduate student, a part time piano teacher, a classically trained Soprano, a primary chorister, and a wife. I DO A LOT!!!
And yet, I see people on facebook and I start to feel like I am so much.... less. Like I haven't really done a lot. There are women with more children. More education. More fame. More talent. And they make WAY more money. You won't find much on me on the internet. Seriously, try googling my name, you'll find my pinterest account, and..... that's it.
I try looking up jobs and everyone wants 3-5 years experience. Uh.... I've been a stay at home mom and full times student. I don't have experience in ANYTHING! Except Music.
That's the problem with comparring myself to others. I will NEVER be good enough at anything I do, because there will ALWAYS be someone there who is better.
One of my problems is that I get intimidated by people who are more successful than I am. I don't know how to handle myself. Do I show off my talents and risk being thought of competing with the other person? Or do I back down and not really show my stuff? Movies always say "be yourself" but there are a million different sides to me. Which me do I show? Which side is less risky?
I love listening to Taylor Swifts Shake it off, and Megan Trainors All about that Base. Those two songs make me feel better when I am stressed.
Am I accomplished? According to Pride and Prejudice: “no one can be really esteemed accomplished who does not greatly surpass what is usually met with. A woman must have a thorough knowledge of music, singing, drawing, dancing, and the modern languages, to deserve the word; and besides all this, she must possess a certain something in her air and manner of walking, the tone of her voice, her address and expressions, or the word will be but half deserved.” Caroline Bingley
“All this she must possess,” added Darcy, “and to all this she must yet add something more substantial, in the improvement of her mind by extensive reading.”
Music. Singing, and reading. CHECK!
Drawing... ahahahahahah nope
Dancing, not since having children destroyed this body!
modern languages? Uh.... I can write an awesome paper in English. Spanish, French, Italian? Nope.
My air, manner of walking, tone of voice and expressions?
Hm. I don't know.
I have a tendency to focus on what I haven't achieved rather than what I have. The whole not having a career thing really bothers me, way more than I want it to. I'm a stay at home mom, a full time graduate student, a part time piano teacher, a classically trained Soprano, a primary chorister, and a wife. I DO A LOT!!!
And yet, I see people on facebook and I start to feel like I am so much.... less. Like I haven't really done a lot. There are women with more children. More education. More fame. More talent. And they make WAY more money. You won't find much on me on the internet. Seriously, try googling my name, you'll find my pinterest account, and..... that's it.
I try looking up jobs and everyone wants 3-5 years experience. Uh.... I've been a stay at home mom and full times student. I don't have experience in ANYTHING! Except Music.
That's the problem with comparring myself to others. I will NEVER be good enough at anything I do, because there will ALWAYS be someone there who is better.
One of my problems is that I get intimidated by people who are more successful than I am. I don't know how to handle myself. Do I show off my talents and risk being thought of competing with the other person? Or do I back down and not really show my stuff? Movies always say "be yourself" but there are a million different sides to me. Which me do I show? Which side is less risky?
I love listening to Taylor Swifts Shake it off, and Megan Trainors All about that Base. Those two songs make me feel better when I am stressed.
Am I accomplished? According to Pride and Prejudice: “no one can be really esteemed accomplished who does not greatly surpass what is usually met with. A woman must have a thorough knowledge of music, singing, drawing, dancing, and the modern languages, to deserve the word; and besides all this, she must possess a certain something in her air and manner of walking, the tone of her voice, her address and expressions, or the word will be but half deserved.” Caroline Bingley
“All this she must possess,” added Darcy, “and to all this she must yet add something more substantial, in the improvement of her mind by extensive reading.”
Music. Singing, and reading. CHECK!
Drawing... ahahahahahah nope
Dancing, not since having children destroyed this body!
modern languages? Uh.... I can write an awesome paper in English. Spanish, French, Italian? Nope.
My air, manner of walking, tone of voice and expressions?
Hm. I don't know.
Thursday, November 19, 2015
The complex issue of Syria
I have seen a lot of going back and forth on Facebook about the Syrian refugees, and I thought that I would weigh in with my thoughts.
We are in a situation where no matter which route we choose, we will face serious consequences. Both choices are bad. It sucks to say it, but right now, ISIS has the upper hand over the United States.
If we let refugees in now, we have no way of determining which people are true refugees and which ones are undercover terrorists. Even if we do vet them really really well, we end up taking the best people and leaving the most poor and desperate. These are the people that left with few belongings and will probably have little proof that they are not dangerous. Of all the refugees, the ones that probably need our help the most will be the ones left behind, while the ones that have the potential to do the greatest good over in the middle east will be the ones accepted here.
Sifting through the thousands of refugees to find the fakes is impossible. There is little the authorities can do to really determine if the person in front of them is "good" or "bad" because people change. We hope that the person in front of us who has never done anything wrong will always be just as good, but history has shown us otherwise. Additionally, their government is corrupt, so official documents, while somewhat helpful, are not enough.
If we do not take in refugees, we leave the responsibility to our friends across the sea. Britain, France, Germany, Greece- they are asking for our help. If we don't help those countries when they need it, we are straining our relations with them.
Additionally, we are leaving millions of people to either die by the hand of Asad, or Isis or to become radicalized themselves. Aren't we in essence helping Isis/Asad by refusing assistance to the people that they want kept in their country? Isis does not want the refugees to come over to the US. They want the refugees to stay and live in their supposed Muslim paradise. If we and other nations don't take the refugees, we risk ISIS growing- simply because the people there have to join in order to survive. And if Isis grows, it will become stronger. It will attack us.
How many of us driving down the street will see a homeless person and offer to let them stay at our house? We have food, a house with extra rooms/beds, a shower, clean clothes, and the homeless person has nothing. Most of the time we don't offer anything, much less the opportunity to share our own living space. Why not? We may blame finances, but really we don't our of fear. We don't know if that person will steal our things and hurt our families. Many people in the US are wary of allowing the refugees into our country because they don't know if those allowed in will then turn around and hurt US citizens.
The ideal would be to make life in Syria safer again, so that the refugees could go home. But guess what that means! Someone has to step in and get rid of Isis. That is going to take a lot more than airstrikes, and the United States is not willing at this time to get itself involved in ANOTHER war. Except when you think about it, ISIS is a product of the war in Iraq. So really it's just a continuation of a war that we prematurely ended. Except that it didn't really end.
We already have terrorists in our country. Even with the NSA spying on all of us, they have very likely not found the terrorists already here. The US is not likely to be able to determine which Syrians are safe and which aren't. Isis claims they are planning attacks on the US right now. I wouldn't take that claim lightly. There are far too many people in the United States that are disenchanted by our culture. It doesn't take Syrian refugees to create mass chaos- it just takes a socially vulnerable individual and the free speech of the internet. However, it would make it easier for ISIS to slip into the US unnoticed.
So ultimately, allowing the Syrian refugees to come into the United States is a threat to national security. Not allowing the refugees to come in is also a threat to national security. If we take all the moderates, then there is no one left to fight for Syria and it is left to the terrorists. If we leave the moderates, then they can take out some terrorists, but will most likely be killed in the process. Either way Isis grows.
We are in a situation where no matter which route we choose, we will face serious consequences. Both choices are bad. It sucks to say it, but right now, ISIS has the upper hand over the United States.
If we let refugees in now, we have no way of determining which people are true refugees and which ones are undercover terrorists. Even if we do vet them really really well, we end up taking the best people and leaving the most poor and desperate. These are the people that left with few belongings and will probably have little proof that they are not dangerous. Of all the refugees, the ones that probably need our help the most will be the ones left behind, while the ones that have the potential to do the greatest good over in the middle east will be the ones accepted here.
Sifting through the thousands of refugees to find the fakes is impossible. There is little the authorities can do to really determine if the person in front of them is "good" or "bad" because people change. We hope that the person in front of us who has never done anything wrong will always be just as good, but history has shown us otherwise. Additionally, their government is corrupt, so official documents, while somewhat helpful, are not enough.
If we do not take in refugees, we leave the responsibility to our friends across the sea. Britain, France, Germany, Greece- they are asking for our help. If we don't help those countries when they need it, we are straining our relations with them.
Additionally, we are leaving millions of people to either die by the hand of Asad, or Isis or to become radicalized themselves. Aren't we in essence helping Isis/Asad by refusing assistance to the people that they want kept in their country? Isis does not want the refugees to come over to the US. They want the refugees to stay and live in their supposed Muslim paradise. If we and other nations don't take the refugees, we risk ISIS growing- simply because the people there have to join in order to survive. And if Isis grows, it will become stronger. It will attack us.
How many of us driving down the street will see a homeless person and offer to let them stay at our house? We have food, a house with extra rooms/beds, a shower, clean clothes, and the homeless person has nothing. Most of the time we don't offer anything, much less the opportunity to share our own living space. Why not? We may blame finances, but really we don't our of fear. We don't know if that person will steal our things and hurt our families. Many people in the US are wary of allowing the refugees into our country because they don't know if those allowed in will then turn around and hurt US citizens.
The ideal would be to make life in Syria safer again, so that the refugees could go home. But guess what that means! Someone has to step in and get rid of Isis. That is going to take a lot more than airstrikes, and the United States is not willing at this time to get itself involved in ANOTHER war. Except when you think about it, ISIS is a product of the war in Iraq. So really it's just a continuation of a war that we prematurely ended. Except that it didn't really end.
We already have terrorists in our country. Even with the NSA spying on all of us, they have very likely not found the terrorists already here. The US is not likely to be able to determine which Syrians are safe and which aren't. Isis claims they are planning attacks on the US right now. I wouldn't take that claim lightly. There are far too many people in the United States that are disenchanted by our culture. It doesn't take Syrian refugees to create mass chaos- it just takes a socially vulnerable individual and the free speech of the internet. However, it would make it easier for ISIS to slip into the US unnoticed.
So ultimately, allowing the Syrian refugees to come into the United States is a threat to national security. Not allowing the refugees to come in is also a threat to national security. If we take all the moderates, then there is no one left to fight for Syria and it is left to the terrorists. If we leave the moderates, then they can take out some terrorists, but will most likely be killed in the process. Either way Isis grows.
Monday, October 12, 2015
Life at the Moment
Since I have last written on here, we have had some big changes. Our family has moved to the other side of the country. We are living in a large house on a half acre lot in the City of Douglasville, a town that is probably about the size of Lompoc and is half an hour away from Atlanta. Atlanta is crazy huge! Like, twice the size of vegas. I don't go to Atlanta. Everything I need is either here in Douglasville, or is in Marietta, the town that Isaac got a job in. He is working for Cobb County fire department as a building plans reviewer. He really likes his new job, and I have more opportunities for work or getting my Doctorate out her in Georgia than I would back in Las Vegas. I was only planning on us living out here for about 4 or 5 years max, but only the future can tell how long we will stay here.
When I was a child, we had this flannel quiet book that I would play with during sacrament meeting. The book was set in the country, and I could move the flannel kids around to make them play in the spring time, or autumn or winter, etc. I always wanted to jump into that book. To live in the country rather than the city/desert with places to run and trees that changed colors. I feel like Douglasville IS that book. And I have jumped into it. Which makes me very happy.
I also desperately want to go back to Las Vegas. I DO NOT like being so far away from everyone. Las Vegas is my home. Part of me is like "okay, this vacation is nice. Time to go home." Except that it's not a vacation, and I'm not going home. Its really unnerving for me. For my friends (and husband) who have lived in various different places, my being homesick is a strange thing. But I have only ever lived in the Las Vegas valley. I feel like I have left my safe spot. I can't really describe it. But I miss my friends and family back there something fierce.
Well, anyway, enough about that. We lost our kitty Tinkerbelle the first day here in Douglasville. I still miss her; she was an awesome cat. We now have two adorable kittens named Merlin and King Arthur. Ammon and Hyrum are both in school now, and doing well. Keeping up on homework is difficult because the neighbor kids always want to play with them. On Thursday evening, I counted 22 kids playing outside on our street. They weren't all from our street, and some of them are teenagers. But our driveway usually has a bunch of kids running around on it in the afternoons. Both boys are trying to learn how to ride a bike. Our back yard is a hill, so Isaac has them start at the top and ride down the hill to practice getting their balance. Often they run into the side of the house with a loud THUD!
Enoch is in speech therapy at the school here, and he goes twice a week. Zion is jealous that he is the only one who doesn't get to go to school. After we pick up Enoch from class in the morning, we head over to the gym, where they play with Ms. Laurie, a fabulous lady who runs the children's play area like a day care. We love her. They play while I exercise. I have been trying to get homework read while I am on the stationary bike or the elliptical. I'd rather read about creating an emergency planning exercise rather than watch the crappie television shows that are playing on the televisions above me. I've got a good routine going and it gives me some time to do some uninterrupted reading.
Speaking of which, it will be a miracle if I pass this semester. I am SOOOOOO far behind with school. Moving to a new place while in grad school is not a good idea. I have a month and a half to get caught up. hahahahah oh dear.... I graduate in June though, which I am looking forward to. I have made some really awesome friends throughout this program though. And I've learned a lot.
Tomorrow is ISaac's birthday!!! He turns 35.
I joined a choir out here. It's just a small one that is close to my house. I've only gone twice and I'm not all that thrilled with the group. They are alright I guess. They are missing that Sass that the Chorale back in vegas had. That family feeling. In the chorale, everyone had each other's back. It was FUN! I don't sense that with this group. But I've only been there two weeks, so I'll give them some more time. If I don't feel into it, I will quit after christmas.
Isaac has been called as the elders quorum president. We just moved in, and we still don't really know people. He doesn't have counselors yet, and I think the calling is a bit overwhelming for him at this point. HI suppose this calling will help him get to know people quickly. I am doing the music for the primary. I am totally fine with that. I could stay in this calling forever. :)
And finally Zion. Zion is a two year old. He loves bananas, getting dirty, helping me put away dishes, and watching Team Umizoomi. Seriously most of his day is spent watching that show over and over again on Amazon. I have a lot of the songs memorized. He cries and cries if I don't put it on for him. Although he has just discovered Paw Patrol, so maybe we can get him to switch it up some. He does a fake laugh all the time when he thinks something is funny. And he is very particular about picking out the things he wants. It has to be the BLUE bowl, or he won't eat the cereal he just asked for. He has to wear the grey socks, or the yellow shirt or whatever. Tantrums erupt all the time. Tantrums Constantly! I have even pulled out my phone and had him watch Team Umizoomi on YouTube while we were at the grocery store once, just because I needed him to stop throwing a tantrum about helping him with his seat belt. Independence is what this kid wants.
I think that's about it for now. I'll update in a few months.
When I was a child, we had this flannel quiet book that I would play with during sacrament meeting. The book was set in the country, and I could move the flannel kids around to make them play in the spring time, or autumn or winter, etc. I always wanted to jump into that book. To live in the country rather than the city/desert with places to run and trees that changed colors. I feel like Douglasville IS that book. And I have jumped into it. Which makes me very happy.
I also desperately want to go back to Las Vegas. I DO NOT like being so far away from everyone. Las Vegas is my home. Part of me is like "okay, this vacation is nice. Time to go home." Except that it's not a vacation, and I'm not going home. Its really unnerving for me. For my friends (and husband) who have lived in various different places, my being homesick is a strange thing. But I have only ever lived in the Las Vegas valley. I feel like I have left my safe spot. I can't really describe it. But I miss my friends and family back there something fierce.
Well, anyway, enough about that. We lost our kitty Tinkerbelle the first day here in Douglasville. I still miss her; she was an awesome cat. We now have two adorable kittens named Merlin and King Arthur. Ammon and Hyrum are both in school now, and doing well. Keeping up on homework is difficult because the neighbor kids always want to play with them. On Thursday evening, I counted 22 kids playing outside on our street. They weren't all from our street, and some of them are teenagers. But our driveway usually has a bunch of kids running around on it in the afternoons. Both boys are trying to learn how to ride a bike. Our back yard is a hill, so Isaac has them start at the top and ride down the hill to practice getting their balance. Often they run into the side of the house with a loud THUD!
Enoch is in speech therapy at the school here, and he goes twice a week. Zion is jealous that he is the only one who doesn't get to go to school. After we pick up Enoch from class in the morning, we head over to the gym, where they play with Ms. Laurie, a fabulous lady who runs the children's play area like a day care. We love her. They play while I exercise. I have been trying to get homework read while I am on the stationary bike or the elliptical. I'd rather read about creating an emergency planning exercise rather than watch the crappie television shows that are playing on the televisions above me. I've got a good routine going and it gives me some time to do some uninterrupted reading.
Speaking of which, it will be a miracle if I pass this semester. I am SOOOOOO far behind with school. Moving to a new place while in grad school is not a good idea. I have a month and a half to get caught up. hahahahah oh dear.... I graduate in June though, which I am looking forward to. I have made some really awesome friends throughout this program though. And I've learned a lot.
Tomorrow is ISaac's birthday!!! He turns 35.
I joined a choir out here. It's just a small one that is close to my house. I've only gone twice and I'm not all that thrilled with the group. They are alright I guess. They are missing that Sass that the Chorale back in vegas had. That family feeling. In the chorale, everyone had each other's back. It was FUN! I don't sense that with this group. But I've only been there two weeks, so I'll give them some more time. If I don't feel into it, I will quit after christmas.
Isaac has been called as the elders quorum president. We just moved in, and we still don't really know people. He doesn't have counselors yet, and I think the calling is a bit overwhelming for him at this point. HI suppose this calling will help him get to know people quickly. I am doing the music for the primary. I am totally fine with that. I could stay in this calling forever. :)
And finally Zion. Zion is a two year old. He loves bananas, getting dirty, helping me put away dishes, and watching Team Umizoomi. Seriously most of his day is spent watching that show over and over again on Amazon. I have a lot of the songs memorized. He cries and cries if I don't put it on for him. Although he has just discovered Paw Patrol, so maybe we can get him to switch it up some. He does a fake laugh all the time when he thinks something is funny. And he is very particular about picking out the things he wants. It has to be the BLUE bowl, or he won't eat the cereal he just asked for. He has to wear the grey socks, or the yellow shirt or whatever. Tantrums erupt all the time. Tantrums Constantly! I have even pulled out my phone and had him watch Team Umizoomi on YouTube while we were at the grocery store once, just because I needed him to stop throwing a tantrum about helping him with his seat belt. Independence is what this kid wants.
I think that's about it for now. I'll update in a few months.
Thursday, June 25, 2015
A little kindness goes a long way
First off, I'm writing this more for me than for anyone else. Just in case you think I'm bragging. I'm not. I just don't want to forget this particular moment in my life. The Holy Ghost whispered to me to do something, and I did it.
I went to get an oil change on my van today. While I was sitting with my two youngest boys at Meineke, waiting for the oil change to be finished, a man comes in with his two little girls (ages 2 & 3). He gets them settled and starts talking with the guy at the counter about his dodge. His family was from San Diego on their way to Salt Lake City to have a small vacation with family. Except that now their transmission had gone out. The tech takes a look at the dude's car and comes back to tell him that the transmission is shot, he needs a new one, and it will be at least two days before the car can be back on the road. The man's very pregnant wife walks in with coloring books and crayons she had picked up for her little girls at the dollar store next door (Her girls by this point were watching cartoons on my phone with my little boys). Husband tells wife about needing a new transmission and the cost of it. She begins to cry. They are stuck in Vegas for several days, with two little girls, no car, very little money and 110 degree heat. A voice in my head is screaming "Find a way to help them!" I swear, if I had the money, I probably would have paid for their repairs myself. But I didn't. But I did have a (soon-to-be) working vehicle that is large enough to fit all of us. So I called out to her and asked her if her family would like a ride to where ever they needed to go. She looked at me and all she could get out was a "yes" before she began to cry some more. After a moment She composed herself and told me that they needed a hotel, but didn't know where to go. Oh, and neither her nor her husband had a smart phone, just older flip phones with no access to the internet. So I used my phone to find her a cheep hotel room for the night at the Silverton Casino and told the little girls about the mermaids that swim there. I talked with the woman for a little while to help lift her spirits. When my van was ready, we put the little girls' car-seats in the van along with some of their luggage, and the 7 of us piled in. I drove them to the Silverton Casino, all the while giving them suggestions for free things they could do with the kids while they were here in Las Vegas (Bellagio fountains, Mirage volcano, Enterprise Library Story time, etc). Once we arrived, the woman gave me a hug and thanked me, and I gave her a piece of paper with my name and phone number just in case she needed some more help tomorrow. The little girls squealed about how they couldn't wait to see the mermaids. "God Bless you!" the man called out. I waved and drove away to pick up my older kids from school. The whole family was in much better spirits when I left them than they were when I met them. I sure hope everything works out for them.
I went to get an oil change on my van today. While I was sitting with my two youngest boys at Meineke, waiting for the oil change to be finished, a man comes in with his two little girls (ages 2 & 3). He gets them settled and starts talking with the guy at the counter about his dodge. His family was from San Diego on their way to Salt Lake City to have a small vacation with family. Except that now their transmission had gone out. The tech takes a look at the dude's car and comes back to tell him that the transmission is shot, he needs a new one, and it will be at least two days before the car can be back on the road. The man's very pregnant wife walks in with coloring books and crayons she had picked up for her little girls at the dollar store next door (Her girls by this point were watching cartoons on my phone with my little boys). Husband tells wife about needing a new transmission and the cost of it. She begins to cry. They are stuck in Vegas for several days, with two little girls, no car, very little money and 110 degree heat. A voice in my head is screaming "Find a way to help them!" I swear, if I had the money, I probably would have paid for their repairs myself. But I didn't. But I did have a (soon-to-be) working vehicle that is large enough to fit all of us. So I called out to her and asked her if her family would like a ride to where ever they needed to go. She looked at me and all she could get out was a "yes" before she began to cry some more. After a moment She composed herself and told me that they needed a hotel, but didn't know where to go. Oh, and neither her nor her husband had a smart phone, just older flip phones with no access to the internet. So I used my phone to find her a cheep hotel room for the night at the Silverton Casino and told the little girls about the mermaids that swim there. I talked with the woman for a little while to help lift her spirits. When my van was ready, we put the little girls' car-seats in the van along with some of their luggage, and the 7 of us piled in. I drove them to the Silverton Casino, all the while giving them suggestions for free things they could do with the kids while they were here in Las Vegas (Bellagio fountains, Mirage volcano, Enterprise Library Story time, etc). Once we arrived, the woman gave me a hug and thanked me, and I gave her a piece of paper with my name and phone number just in case she needed some more help tomorrow. The little girls squealed about how they couldn't wait to see the mermaids. "God Bless you!" the man called out. I waved and drove away to pick up my older kids from school. The whole family was in much better spirits when I left them than they were when I met them. I sure hope everything works out for them.
Monday, October 6, 2014
October update
OKAY!
So Right now life is crazy busy. haha, what am I saying, life is ALWAYS crazy busy.
Isaac- Has graduated from UNLV finally and officially. We will be celebrating his graduation next may (a year later) by going with his whole family to visit his grandparents in Mexico. We are both excited about going. He really misses seeing his grandpa, and has been wishing to go back to Mexico our whole marriage. We're excited. :) He is still working at RJA. He also teaches early morning seminary now, which is keeping him on his toes.
Ammon- In second grade now. Still loves science. Will be getting baptized at the end of the month. He's getting good grades and starts Cub Scouts tomorrow evening. Every day he asks me how my night went and if I had any weird dreams.
Hyrum- In first grade. Just found out that his teacher has to be moved to 3rd grade and so he got a new teacher today. He wasn't very happy about that, and neither was I because I really like his old teacher, but it is what it is. He also likes to tell me "Some people think (fill in blank with crazy outlandish thing he made up)." Ammon is constantly saying, "Nobody thinks that!"
Enoch- Is back in speech therapy at school. Talks ALL THE TIME! And loves the cartoon Team UmiZoomi. He also loves playing with Zion outside.
Zion- Much happier than he's ever been in his life. Still super wary of strangers. Still has separation anxiety. Says "cheese" "Woa woa" (water) and (ear). Will sign please and all done. Oh and he says "yes" and "Yeah!" Loves playing with Enoch outside.
Me- Oh goodness. Graduate school is in full swing. I spend most of my days reading and writing. Choir is still going. The primary program is coming up, so we are getting ready for that. I'm still teaching piano lessons. My house is fairly clean at this exact moment in time, but I doubt it will stay that way for very long. And we are trying really hard to get to know the new people in my ward. And I'm still trying to lose weight.
Hmm.... I feel like I should say something else, but I really need to start doing homework. I haven't done anything today. Not true actually, I talked to Jill on the phone for a while. That counts right? :)
Oh! One more month till Celeste comes home from her mission! I'm so excited for thanksgiving this year!
And that's it. Time’s up, I need to do homework now. I get to read about how terrorist organizations use the media to further their cause. I just hope I don't end up with nightmares tonight. This stuff usually does. And yet I find it fascinating. Go figure.
So Right now life is crazy busy. haha, what am I saying, life is ALWAYS crazy busy.
Isaac- Has graduated from UNLV finally and officially. We will be celebrating his graduation next may (a year later) by going with his whole family to visit his grandparents in Mexico. We are both excited about going. He really misses seeing his grandpa, and has been wishing to go back to Mexico our whole marriage. We're excited. :) He is still working at RJA. He also teaches early morning seminary now, which is keeping him on his toes.
Ammon- In second grade now. Still loves science. Will be getting baptized at the end of the month. He's getting good grades and starts Cub Scouts tomorrow evening. Every day he asks me how my night went and if I had any weird dreams.
Hyrum- In first grade. Just found out that his teacher has to be moved to 3rd grade and so he got a new teacher today. He wasn't very happy about that, and neither was I because I really like his old teacher, but it is what it is. He also likes to tell me "Some people think (fill in blank with crazy outlandish thing he made up)." Ammon is constantly saying, "Nobody thinks that!"
Enoch- Is back in speech therapy at school. Talks ALL THE TIME! And loves the cartoon Team UmiZoomi. He also loves playing with Zion outside.
Zion- Much happier than he's ever been in his life. Still super wary of strangers. Still has separation anxiety. Says "cheese" "Woa woa" (water) and (ear). Will sign please and all done. Oh and he says "yes" and "Yeah!" Loves playing with Enoch outside.
Me- Oh goodness. Graduate school is in full swing. I spend most of my days reading and writing. Choir is still going. The primary program is coming up, so we are getting ready for that. I'm still teaching piano lessons. My house is fairly clean at this exact moment in time, but I doubt it will stay that way for very long. And we are trying really hard to get to know the new people in my ward. And I'm still trying to lose weight.
Hmm.... I feel like I should say something else, but I really need to start doing homework. I haven't done anything today. Not true actually, I talked to Jill on the phone for a while. That counts right? :)
Oh! One more month till Celeste comes home from her mission! I'm so excited for thanksgiving this year!
And that's it. Time’s up, I need to do homework now. I get to read about how terrorist organizations use the media to further their cause. I just hope I don't end up with nightmares tonight. This stuff usually does. And yet I find it fascinating. Go figure.
Friday, September 26, 2014
argghhhh
Have you ever read something online that made you so mad that you just want to reach out and slap the person who wrote it? Because they are writing all high and mighty about something they know nothing about but could find out with a quick freakin Google search!?!
I seriously had to unfollow some people on facebook because the ignorance was just too much.
I left a comment before unfollowing one person though. It's probably going to piss them off, because I explained in great detail how they are wrong. I have wanted to on several posts in the past and didn't, but this one time I simply couldn't hold it back any more. Especially since this was something I have done research on in the past.
Seriously, sometimes the ignorance is just too much for me.
I seriously had to unfollow some people on facebook because the ignorance was just too much.
I left a comment before unfollowing one person though. It's probably going to piss them off, because I explained in great detail how they are wrong. I have wanted to on several posts in the past and didn't, but this one time I simply couldn't hold it back any more. Especially since this was something I have done research on in the past.
Seriously, sometimes the ignorance is just too much for me.
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