It rained today and this is what transpired...
Me: (calling my husband on the phone) Hi husband! Do you remember when I asked you to put the bra top on the jeep about a month ago??
Husband: Yeah, what about it?
Me: Well it rained today...
Husband: Cool!
Me: (head shaking and not in the mood to play ) No, no. Not cool
Husband: uh
Me: Yeah well you are gonna have one angry wife tonight!!
Husband: No I'm not.
Me: I'm not talking about a little rain here. I'm talking about the Heaven's opening up, and giving us all they got kind of rain!!
Husband: Cool!
Me: (realizing this was going nowhere) OK then, we WILL be putting the bra top on tonight!
Husband: We'll see...
Mood: Not Happy!!!
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
I hate running
I hate running. You can ask anyone. Why would I enjoy something that makes me feel like I am going to fall over at any minute, or makes me feel like I can’t breathe? Why would I enjoy something that reminds me of every muscle in my body that has not been exercised in way too long? Running seems like it is for people who are mentally ill. I don’t see the fun in pushing my body to the point where I have more blisters than toes, or to the point where my calf’s feel like a foreign body part?
You see, for the last month, I have been getting to know a few ellipticals in the gym. So far, they have all really been good to me. So far I have been able to push past my prejudices and start a friendly acquaintance with running. Today, that all changed. I stepped on the elliptical and we felt like strangers. Like we had never met before. 30 seconds into my run, I had already changed my stride length five times and was on my third radio station. It felt wrong. What had my elliptical done? Who had it done it with? Was this the end of a month long relationship? Can I continue to run with this friend who I no longer felt comfortable with? Today every step felt like a lie. I knew it would happen sooner or later. I knew that one day I would hate running again. I am saddened by this and I only ran half a mile.
Tomorrow I will try and make peace with both my body and the elliptical and hopefully come to a firm understanding of our relationship.
You see, for the last month, I have been getting to know a few ellipticals in the gym. So far, they have all really been good to me. So far I have been able to push past my prejudices and start a friendly acquaintance with running. Today, that all changed. I stepped on the elliptical and we felt like strangers. Like we had never met before. 30 seconds into my run, I had already changed my stride length five times and was on my third radio station. It felt wrong. What had my elliptical done? Who had it done it with? Was this the end of a month long relationship? Can I continue to run with this friend who I no longer felt comfortable with? Today every step felt like a lie. I knew it would happen sooner or later. I knew that one day I would hate running again. I am saddened by this and I only ran half a mile.
Tomorrow I will try and make peace with both my body and the elliptical and hopefully come to a firm understanding of our relationship.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Pressed Sugar Eggs
It's been a month since my last post!! It's been very busy at my house! We moved in February, and have been adjusting to that. It has consumed most of my spare time. I find something new all the time to unpack and put away, I think I only have a couple more boxes that I just have not figured out what to do with...
I have been working on so Many projects that I just have not had time to take pictures or blog. But, I am taking time today! Mostly because I am pretty excited about this project I pulled off last night. It's no secret that I love to cook and to bake. While I love to try new things they don't always turn out well.
This project came to me at work yesterday. A cute co-worker of mine came to me and said that her son was proposing to his girlfriend and she wanted me to make a pressed sugar egg. Her son wants to place the ring in the hallow egg. When she opens it, she will see her surprise. Oh, and the kicker was that she needed it today. I had one night to experiment and create this egg that would play a pivotal role in someones proposal.
She must have thought that I knew what she was talking about, but I am sure the blank stare on my face said otherwise. Not only did I have no clue what she was talking about, I have never played with sugar at all!! I was feeling totally overwhelmed and scared.
After a considerable amount of googling I found what I was looking for. I found some super easy recipes, and gained a little bit of my composure back. I agreed to make a pink sugar egg with white frosting, but told her to have a back up because I was not promising anything!
The first task was to find an egg shaped mold. I called 5 different stores and none of them had anything. Being a little dismayed I went to Michaels desperately looking for anything. I found what I thought would work. I was ready to get started.
Here is what I ended up with!!!
These are the finished eggs fresh out of the oven
I have never been very good at piping, but I liked how this turned out
This is where the ring will go! She is going to line the egg with white satin
All finished! I hope they like it!Friday, January 29, 2010
I have this huge fear of being in a car right now. I have good reason for this fear though. My whole life I have never been afraid of driving or being a passenger. In fact, I have always thought myself to be a rather good driver. Possibly on the slow side now and then, but pretty good. In the last two months my perspective has changed dramatically. Every time I get into the car I start to have a sort of panic attack. My hands start to get clammy, my face feels flush, and my heart races. I start to look at all the cars on the road and see them as potential hazards and I cant stop. If I am the passenger, I find my self gripping whatever I can to keep my self tight in my seat and I feel my self cringing every time I see break lights. Being in the car is agonizing for me. When I am feeling sick and want to close my eyes while my husband drives, I can't. In fear that I might not see something or never wake up again, I have to stay awake, alert, and stay alive. My husband is a great driver, and really do know that I am safe with him, but It's the other cars that freak me out!
Two weekends ago, Trevor and I were driving to Vernal and I kept thinking lets just drive off the cliff and get it over with. It sounds terribly morbid, and it is. But, I can see it happening anyway, so lets just get it over with! I see every bend in the road as another obstacle that could send us over the side and down the mountain. When an oncoming car passes, I clench the steering wheel afraid that it will be the last car I will ever see passing me again!
The same will be for tonight. I will get into the truck, drive all of 5 miles to my husbands work, all the while fighting the feeling of doom. Then, we will make the parriless 37 mile trip home. Each and everyone of those 37 miles is another mile for us to crash, another mile for someone to careen into the side of us. For that 37 miles, I can't breathe.
The day that changed my was just two months ago. December 6th 2009, while driving home from Colorado, Trevor's mom, Trevor and I were in an accident that could have taken us all. It had just begun to snow Sunday morning when we set out for church, and the blessing of our new nephew and grandson. Upon leaving the church we were excited that the snow had stopped and the sun had begun to shine. Just about a mile from the church on a back road, something unspeakable happened. I am not sure exactly how it happened because I was not paying attention. Sitting in the back, I was getting ready and settled for the 6 hour trip home. All I can remember is seeing Trevor brace himself, and him and his mom both yelling for one another. I had time to grab on and brace myself before total darkness set it. I can still hear the crunching sound of the roof making contact with the ground. It was a very surreal feeling as the car was rolling. It seemed as if it were totally quiet inside the car. I don't remember screaming, and I don't remember hearing anything being said or and shouts from Trevor or his mom. It was all very fast, and was over before I realized that we had actually rolled down the embankment. The car stopped on the passenger side. I remember how glad I was for the side airbags that covered the windows because Trevor's window was the only one that broke, and It kept his head and arms inside the car. I also remember how glad that I was, that I had all the pillows in the back seat with me. After patting my head, my arms, my legs, and my stomach, I immediately looked to Trevor and panicked. We both were fine. But, there was blood. Blood on the ceiling, on his face, on the seats, and on my coat. His mom had a cut above her eye about 1/2 centimeter long. Thank goodness it was that small, I had to tell myself to calm down and remember that the head bleeds bad. Trevor was well enough to climb up and over his mom and out of the car. He ran up the side of the hill and back up to the church. It seemed like he was gone forever. Instinct kicking in, I found whatever I could grab and stopped the bleeding. Trevor's mom was in a big amount of pain and could not get comfortable. I called 911 and tried to give the operator directions to where we were, but it turns out I thought we were in a totally different town! Finally Trevor had made it back and the image of him and his brother racing down to the car is something that will haunt me forever. The sheer look of terror and love and concern in his brother's eyes for their mom is something I never want to see again. Sometimes when I dream and I relive the crash, I wake up to that image and shake myself back to reality. I hate it! They were able to right the car and put it back onto all 4 wheels. I quickly got out of the car. Trevor and his brother gave their mom a blessing. Comforting her and staying with her was all of our main concern. After what seems like forever, (and it really was, it took at least 2 hours) Trevor's mom was safely in the ambulance and we were off to the hospital. I have to add that I was wearing a particularly high pair of heels, and I had to take them off and climb bare feet in a skirt up the hill to he car! That part is kind of comical, because I can just imagine how that looked. A grown woman crawling up the hill bare feet and totally overdressed!
Back at the hospital, Trevor's mom was busy being attended to. It was all afternoon before we were able to leave. Trevor's mom, bless her, was bruised and broken and was terribly banged up. She is fine today, and doing much better! Thankfully that is something I hope to never relive.
It saddens me to say that last Wednesday I was involved in another accident, this time totaling my car. I was driving home from work. It had just gotten dark, and the freeway was looking just fine. When the car in front of me came to a fast stop, it cause a cataclysmic effect! I was able to stop before hitting the car in front of me. And, the red Honda behind me was able to stop from hitting me. Unfortunately there was a Chevy truck behind him who was not as lucky. He hit the Honda who hit me, and then I hit the car in front of me! Then, to top it off, another car struck the Chevy from behind! Ugh! It was a mess! The airbags went off causing a toxic black cloud in my car! And the smell, ugh terrible! I was able to drive to the shoulder of the freeway and await what was to be a long and very cold process of exchanging information and waiting for the car to be towed and talking to the highway patrol. Today, I am still talking to the insurances to put this to rest, and to get my life back to normal. I have no car, no idea of how my car is getting paid off, and no idea of when! It's all very frustrating I feel very unsettled about the whole thing. I just have this feeling that it's not going to work out how I think it should.
So, this is my delima... How do I move on from these? How do I get back into a car and be at ease? How and I going to get through my 37 miles every morning and night without total panic and fear emanating through out my brain? I honestly have no idea. Every night I dream about getting into some sort of accident. Every night it's a different ending. I sit at work all day and find myself anxious for the time to come when I have to get back into the car and hopefully make it home ok. For me, tomorrow is not just another day to live, it's another day disaster can happen. I am deeply saddened by this thought.
Two weekends ago, Trevor and I were driving to Vernal and I kept thinking lets just drive off the cliff and get it over with. It sounds terribly morbid, and it is. But, I can see it happening anyway, so lets just get it over with! I see every bend in the road as another obstacle that could send us over the side and down the mountain. When an oncoming car passes, I clench the steering wheel afraid that it will be the last car I will ever see passing me again!
The same will be for tonight. I will get into the truck, drive all of 5 miles to my husbands work, all the while fighting the feeling of doom. Then, we will make the parriless 37 mile trip home. Each and everyone of those 37 miles is another mile for us to crash, another mile for someone to careen into the side of us. For that 37 miles, I can't breathe.
The day that changed my was just two months ago. December 6th 2009, while driving home from Colorado, Trevor's mom, Trevor and I were in an accident that could have taken us all. It had just begun to snow Sunday morning when we set out for church, and the blessing of our new nephew and grandson. Upon leaving the church we were excited that the snow had stopped and the sun had begun to shine. Just about a mile from the church on a back road, something unspeakable happened. I am not sure exactly how it happened because I was not paying attention. Sitting in the back, I was getting ready and settled for the 6 hour trip home. All I can remember is seeing Trevor brace himself, and him and his mom both yelling for one another. I had time to grab on and brace myself before total darkness set it. I can still hear the crunching sound of the roof making contact with the ground. It was a very surreal feeling as the car was rolling. It seemed as if it were totally quiet inside the car. I don't remember screaming, and I don't remember hearing anything being said or and shouts from Trevor or his mom. It was all very fast, and was over before I realized that we had actually rolled down the embankment. The car stopped on the passenger side. I remember how glad I was for the side airbags that covered the windows because Trevor's window was the only one that broke, and It kept his head and arms inside the car. I also remember how glad that I was, that I had all the pillows in the back seat with me. After patting my head, my arms, my legs, and my stomach, I immediately looked to Trevor and panicked. We both were fine. But, there was blood. Blood on the ceiling, on his face, on the seats, and on my coat. His mom had a cut above her eye about 1/2 centimeter long. Thank goodness it was that small, I had to tell myself to calm down and remember that the head bleeds bad. Trevor was well enough to climb up and over his mom and out of the car. He ran up the side of the hill and back up to the church. It seemed like he was gone forever. Instinct kicking in, I found whatever I could grab and stopped the bleeding. Trevor's mom was in a big amount of pain and could not get comfortable. I called 911 and tried to give the operator directions to where we were, but it turns out I thought we were in a totally different town! Finally Trevor had made it back and the image of him and his brother racing down to the car is something that will haunt me forever. The sheer look of terror and love and concern in his brother's eyes for their mom is something I never want to see again. Sometimes when I dream and I relive the crash, I wake up to that image and shake myself back to reality. I hate it! They were able to right the car and put it back onto all 4 wheels. I quickly got out of the car. Trevor and his brother gave their mom a blessing. Comforting her and staying with her was all of our main concern. After what seems like forever, (and it really was, it took at least 2 hours) Trevor's mom was safely in the ambulance and we were off to the hospital. I have to add that I was wearing a particularly high pair of heels, and I had to take them off and climb bare feet in a skirt up the hill to he car! That part is kind of comical, because I can just imagine how that looked. A grown woman crawling up the hill bare feet and totally overdressed!
Back at the hospital, Trevor's mom was busy being attended to. It was all afternoon before we were able to leave. Trevor's mom, bless her, was bruised and broken and was terribly banged up. She is fine today, and doing much better! Thankfully that is something I hope to never relive.
It saddens me to say that last Wednesday I was involved in another accident, this time totaling my car. I was driving home from work. It had just gotten dark, and the freeway was looking just fine. When the car in front of me came to a fast stop, it cause a cataclysmic effect! I was able to stop before hitting the car in front of me. And, the red Honda behind me was able to stop from hitting me. Unfortunately there was a Chevy truck behind him who was not as lucky. He hit the Honda who hit me, and then I hit the car in front of me! Then, to top it off, another car struck the Chevy from behind! Ugh! It was a mess! The airbags went off causing a toxic black cloud in my car! And the smell, ugh terrible! I was able to drive to the shoulder of the freeway and await what was to be a long and very cold process of exchanging information and waiting for the car to be towed and talking to the highway patrol. Today, I am still talking to the insurances to put this to rest, and to get my life back to normal. I have no car, no idea of how my car is getting paid off, and no idea of when! It's all very frustrating I feel very unsettled about the whole thing. I just have this feeling that it's not going to work out how I think it should.
So, this is my delima... How do I move on from these? How do I get back into a car and be at ease? How and I going to get through my 37 miles every morning and night without total panic and fear emanating through out my brain? I honestly have no idea. Every night I dream about getting into some sort of accident. Every night it's a different ending. I sit at work all day and find myself anxious for the time to come when I have to get back into the car and hopefully make it home ok. For me, tomorrow is not just another day to live, it's another day disaster can happen. I am deeply saddened by this thought.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
My 2010 Handbook
I got this the following list in an email this morning and felt at once that, this was something I needed to post. And, more importantly that it was something that I needed to follow.
Health:
1. Drink plenty of water.
2. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar.
3. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.. 4. Live with the 3 E's -- Energy, Enthusiasm and Empathy 5. Make time to pray.
6. Play more games
7. Read more books than you did in 2009 .
8. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day 9. Sleep for 7 hours.
10. Take a 10-30 minutes walk daily. And while you walk, smile.
Personality:
11. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
12. Don't have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment. This one will be tough for me this year. Last year for me was too focused around the bad. I am going to move on this year and forget what happened or didn't happen last year.
13. Don't over do. Keep your limits.
14. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
15. Don't waste your precious energy on gossip.
16. Dream more while you are awake. I believe I dream enough while I am awake! I always have!
17. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.. I do have everything that I need right now. Unfortunately, I still want things. I want to move, I want to be a mom, and I want to be free of indecision.
18. Forget issues of the past. Don't remind your partner with His/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.
19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don't hate others. 20. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present..
21. No one is in charge of your happiness except you. Really?
22. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.
23. Smile and laugh more.
24. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree...
Society:
25. Call your family often.
26. Each day give something good to others.
27. Forgive everyone for everything..
28. Spend time w/ people over the age of 70 & under the age of 6.
29. Try to make at least three people smile each day.
30. What other people think of you is none of your business.
31. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.
Life:
32. Do the right thing!
33. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.
34. GOD heals everything.
35. However good or bad a situation is, it will change..
36. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.
37. The best is yet to come..
38. When you awake alive in the morning, thank GOD for it.
39. Your Inner most is always happy. So, be happy.
Health:
1. Drink plenty of water.
2. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar.
3. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.. 4. Live with the 3 E's -- Energy, Enthusiasm and Empathy 5. Make time to pray.
6. Play more games
7. Read more books than you did in 2009 .
8. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day 9. Sleep for 7 hours.
10. Take a 10-30 minutes walk daily. And while you walk, smile.
Personality:
11. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
12. Don't have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment. This one will be tough for me this year. Last year for me was too focused around the bad. I am going to move on this year and forget what happened or didn't happen last year.
13. Don't over do. Keep your limits.
14. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
15. Don't waste your precious energy on gossip.
16. Dream more while you are awake. I believe I dream enough while I am awake! I always have!
17. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.. I do have everything that I need right now. Unfortunately, I still want things. I want to move, I want to be a mom, and I want to be free of indecision.
18. Forget issues of the past. Don't remind your partner with His/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.
19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don't hate others. 20. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present..
21. No one is in charge of your happiness except you. Really?
22. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.
23. Smile and laugh more.
24. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree...
Society:
25. Call your family often.
26. Each day give something good to others.
27. Forgive everyone for everything..
28. Spend time w/ people over the age of 70 & under the age of 6.
29. Try to make at least three people smile each day.
30. What other people think of you is none of your business.
31. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.
Life:
32. Do the right thing!
33. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.
34. GOD heals everything.
35. However good or bad a situation is, it will change..
36. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.
37. The best is yet to come..
38. When you awake alive in the morning, thank GOD for it.
39. Your Inner most is always happy. So, be happy.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
A LIttle Bit Country
I had Trevor make this super cute frame for me to hold all my headbands. He did such a great job! I had asked him to get me some weathered boards because I had an idea. Being the sweet husband that he is, he generously took time out of his hunt to gather up a few boards from an old rotting pallet on the farm. Still not sure what he was doing it for, he found the perfect weathered look I was going for.
Once put together, I felt that it needed something. At 4:00 in the morning after I had finished my cram session of getting all my headbands created, I looked at the flower arrangement on my table and stole a few flowers from it. I love how it turned out!!
Once put together, I felt that it needed something. At 4:00 in the morning after I had finished my cram session of getting all my headbands created, I looked at the flower arrangement on my table and stole a few flowers from it. I love how it turned out!!
Crafty Things
I made it through my first Holiday fair this past Saturday. I would like to say that it was a success, but that would be an outright lie! I took Friday off of work to complete the majority of my projects for the next day. I worked my little fingers to the bone, and worked all through the night. I managed to make a dozen tutus and about 30 headbands. Feeling very tired, but utterly excited about the day ahead, I dragged my self into the shower to get ready for the three hour drive, and long day ahead.
7 LONG hours later, I managed to sell 4 headbands and one necklace. All my work, and the sleepless night before was lost on the smallest crowd I have ever seen. The fair as a whole was really slow this year. I am afraid to say that I came home with nothing! The money I did make was spent on a deliciously cute hate and two flowers for my hair! and a ton of stuff that I can't use! I am going to post on ksl.com to see if I can't recover some of the money I spent!
7 LONG hours later, I managed to sell 4 headbands and one necklace. All my work, and the sleepless night before was lost on the smallest crowd I have ever seen. The fair as a whole was really slow this year. I am afraid to say that I came home with nothing! The money I did make was spent on a deliciously cute hate and two flowers for my hair! and a ton of stuff that I can't use! I am going to post on ksl.com to see if I can't recover some of the money I spent!
Jewelry
HeadBands
Tutus (There are a lot more than pictured...)
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Motivation
I love it when you really want to do something, and you keep telling yourself that today is the day it is going to happen. In my life as of late, Today seems to be tomorrow, maybe the next day or perhaps next week? Thanks to a wonderful group of women at work, Today started 4 days ago, and it is going great!
These lovely ladies
Plus This
And this
Will equal This
Friday, October 2, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Oh No!
I am a self admitted procrastinator. I have delusions of grandeur. And, it’s caught up to me again! The Holiday craft fair is on October 17th. Do I have anything ready? NOPE!! I have a million different ideas, and have what appears to be the start of 20 or so headbands, but nothing is done. I can’t believe I have done this again this year. Last year I spent the night before the fair making a dozen tutus. I keep telling myself “Gladys, just get it done, you will not wait until the night before.” No matter how many times I tell myself this, another day goes by and nothing gets accomplished. One year of excitement for the fair has come down to two weeks of nail biting, patience testing, lady full of attitude work!
I have thought of making a check list and keeping it visible so that I have a constant reminder of what I need to do. But, the big tote full of tulle and headbands and craziness in the corner of my living room should be reminder enough. While watching an hour of tv or a movie with my husband at night I think to myself that I should be busy working on my projects, but I don’t. At work I spend breaks surfing the web for cute pictures and ideas, to pump myself up. My buzz quickly fades away. I am excited for the fair, and I am excited to show off my tutus and my headbands. So why has nothing procured my interest? Is it the nervous ping in my belly that nothing will sell, and my headbands will be the laughingstock of the fair? Maybe. Is it the fact that everyone on earth is now making tutus? Possibly. I know my tutus sell. They always do. But, everywhere I turn I see someone else making them! (Although, I still think mine are much cuter. But I am biased.) I think the fear of the unknown has kept my work at bay. It is the best answer I have. It has been what has held me back for nearly a year.
Last night I went and bought enough fabric and enough headbands to outfit a small army. Right now I am really into shabby chic prints. I bought perhaps the cutest shabby flower fabric ever! I also bought a star fabric that is sure to look amazing! I love to just mosey through the fabric store and dream of the things that could be done. I love the smell of a fresh bolt of fabric. I love finding a print that is perfect, but has been pushed to the back of the rack and forgotten. I loves running my hands across different textures and hunting for the perfect one. If I could, I would spend my days sewing and creating dresses, and all sorts of fabulous couture. Because I have such delusions of grandeur it is hard for me to sit down and make anything happen. I used to buy purses and shoes, now I buy fabric. I cannot leave wal-mart without stopping by the remnant section and looking for a perfect scrap of fabric. From this obsession my idea for creating cute and sassy headbands formed. (pictures of these headbands will be coming next week. I need to complete them first!)
I have two weeks. Just 16 days. I need to get this done!
I have thought of making a check list and keeping it visible so that I have a constant reminder of what I need to do. But, the big tote full of tulle and headbands and craziness in the corner of my living room should be reminder enough. While watching an hour of tv or a movie with my husband at night I think to myself that I should be busy working on my projects, but I don’t. At work I spend breaks surfing the web for cute pictures and ideas, to pump myself up. My buzz quickly fades away. I am excited for the fair, and I am excited to show off my tutus and my headbands. So why has nothing procured my interest? Is it the nervous ping in my belly that nothing will sell, and my headbands will be the laughingstock of the fair? Maybe. Is it the fact that everyone on earth is now making tutus? Possibly. I know my tutus sell. They always do. But, everywhere I turn I see someone else making them! (Although, I still think mine are much cuter. But I am biased.) I think the fear of the unknown has kept my work at bay. It is the best answer I have. It has been what has held me back for nearly a year.
Last night I went and bought enough fabric and enough headbands to outfit a small army. Right now I am really into shabby chic prints. I bought perhaps the cutest shabby flower fabric ever! I also bought a star fabric that is sure to look amazing! I love to just mosey through the fabric store and dream of the things that could be done. I love the smell of a fresh bolt of fabric. I love finding a print that is perfect, but has been pushed to the back of the rack and forgotten. I loves running my hands across different textures and hunting for the perfect one. If I could, I would spend my days sewing and creating dresses, and all sorts of fabulous couture. Because I have such delusions of grandeur it is hard for me to sit down and make anything happen. I used to buy purses and shoes, now I buy fabric. I cannot leave wal-mart without stopping by the remnant section and looking for a perfect scrap of fabric. From this obsession my idea for creating cute and sassy headbands formed. (pictures of these headbands will be coming next week. I need to complete them first!)
I have two weeks. Just 16 days. I need to get this done!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Car Accident
This is why I make it a point to tell my family that I love them each time I see or talk to them. And why I make it a point to always thank my heavenly father for my family, and my friends. I sit here a little shaken up today, nerves still slightly rattled. My mom called me at work yesterday and informed me that my little brother had totaled his car. Quickly assuring me that he was ok, and alert and walking. She told me that he was turning left at the intersection and a utility van coming the opposite way hit him from the passenger side. He is one very lucky boy. I am so thankful that I am here writing about this, and not preparing for an unwelcome funeral. My little brother and I have always been thick as thieves, and I cant imagine him gone. I know he is alright, but I keep thinking about the worst case scenario. I hate that about car wrecks. By the way... He has only had his license since last Thursday. My big brother and I told him he beat both our records in that category! LOL
Monday, August 31, 2009
A Very Brotherly Reunion
It's Sunday night, Dinner is cooked, and family is gathered around. Life is good.
This weekend was a whirlwind of adventure for Trevor and I. Friday night We drove up to Pocatello to see our good friends Nelly and Woody, as They are so lovingly nicknamed from Trevor's mission. We had originally intended on going camping, and decided Thursday when the offer came up, to drive up there instead. Am I ever grateful for that!! Nelly had bought a new rifle and was going to sight it in. So, Trevor or Petey as he is referred to by our friends couldn't be happier to bring his rifle along with us to participate in this momentous occasion. With rifles in tow, us ladies were left to enjoy the day. We headed to the Local craft store with a plan of attack on the bead section. I wanted to find some beads to make some more headbands, and instead I found a couple strands of beads to make a beautiful fall necklace and matching bracelet. Tiff (Woody) set out to find beads to make herself a watch. She got probably the cutest wooden beads to complete her watch. Upon leaving the battle field that was once the bead section we set off in search of a candle holder for me. Alas, there was none to be found. However, I found some pretty buttons, and she found cute flannel fabric that I am sure will make the cutest blanket! Not wanting to cause anymore financial damage we headed towards the check out counter and left the store still standing and in almost perfect condition. Feeling a bit hungry, but not wanting to spoil our dinner, we stopped into a pizza parlour to grab a quick order of bread sticks! Boy were they good! I could have eaten the whole order myself, and not felt the least bit ashamed for doing so. After a great day and night of laughter and amazing company Trevor and I went to sleep, for we had an early wake up call. I set the alarm for 5:30 in the morning, but neither of us jumped out of bed. Instead we woke up at 6:00. By 6:20, the car was loaded. Trevor and I were tired and sad, but on our way home.
We arrived home three short hours later, tired, but excited. Unpacked, and quickly doing the dishes and straightening up our house, we expected company! Trevor's brother Dustin and his wife and their new baby were headed to our house. Dustin and his family live in North Carolina because he is a Marine. His wife is moving back to Utah to help prepare for their final return in January. They had made the incredible drive cross country and Trevor and I were lucky to have them as guests in our home! Seeing our new nephew for the first time was amazing. He is the cutest chubby baby! To his mom and dad's amazement he did not cry when Trevor or I held him.
With a quick welcome Trevor and I took them out to breakfast, and enjoyed laughing and sharing stories from the last year since we saw them.
While making dinner last night, Trevor came into the kitchen and said that he had some more good news. He informed me that his brother Nathan and his brothers wife Jenica would be joining us as well. It has been at least 6 years (from the math I can figure) since the three of them have been in the same room together, from Missions to Marines. Feeling overwhelmed, I almost started to cry. We have a one bedroom apartment, and there is was about to be filled with 6 adults, one baby, and three dogs!
It was a really good evening. It did all of our hears good to be back together again.
This weekend was a whirlwind of adventure for Trevor and I. Friday night We drove up to Pocatello to see our good friends Nelly and Woody, as They are so lovingly nicknamed from Trevor's mission. We had originally intended on going camping, and decided Thursday when the offer came up, to drive up there instead. Am I ever grateful for that!! Nelly had bought a new rifle and was going to sight it in. So, Trevor or Petey as he is referred to by our friends couldn't be happier to bring his rifle along with us to participate in this momentous occasion. With rifles in tow, us ladies were left to enjoy the day. We headed to the Local craft store with a plan of attack on the bead section. I wanted to find some beads to make some more headbands, and instead I found a couple strands of beads to make a beautiful fall necklace and matching bracelet. Tiff (Woody) set out to find beads to make herself a watch. She got probably the cutest wooden beads to complete her watch. Upon leaving the battle field that was once the bead section we set off in search of a candle holder for me. Alas, there was none to be found. However, I found some pretty buttons, and she found cute flannel fabric that I am sure will make the cutest blanket! Not wanting to cause anymore financial damage we headed towards the check out counter and left the store still standing and in almost perfect condition. Feeling a bit hungry, but not wanting to spoil our dinner, we stopped into a pizza parlour to grab a quick order of bread sticks! Boy were they good! I could have eaten the whole order myself, and not felt the least bit ashamed for doing so. After a great day and night of laughter and amazing company Trevor and I went to sleep, for we had an early wake up call. I set the alarm for 5:30 in the morning, but neither of us jumped out of bed. Instead we woke up at 6:00. By 6:20, the car was loaded. Trevor and I were tired and sad, but on our way home.
We arrived home three short hours later, tired, but excited. Unpacked, and quickly doing the dishes and straightening up our house, we expected company! Trevor's brother Dustin and his wife and their new baby were headed to our house. Dustin and his family live in North Carolina because he is a Marine. His wife is moving back to Utah to help prepare for their final return in January. They had made the incredible drive cross country and Trevor and I were lucky to have them as guests in our home! Seeing our new nephew for the first time was amazing. He is the cutest chubby baby! To his mom and dad's amazement he did not cry when Trevor or I held him.
With a quick welcome Trevor and I took them out to breakfast, and enjoyed laughing and sharing stories from the last year since we saw them.
While making dinner last night, Trevor came into the kitchen and said that he had some more good news. He informed me that his brother Nathan and his brothers wife Jenica would be joining us as well. It has been at least 6 years (from the math I can figure) since the three of them have been in the same room together, from Missions to Marines. Feeling overwhelmed, I almost started to cry. We have a one bedroom apartment, and there is was about to be filled with 6 adults, one baby, and three dogs!
It was a really good evening. It did all of our hears good to be back together again.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Two Years!
Two years have gone by, and it still feels like it was yesterday. It took a year and a half itself to get us there, but we made it. August 4th, 2007 Trevor and I became husband and wife. We made promises to each other that day, we smiled, kissed, laughed, danced, received many hugs and congratulations. We ate cake, smashed cake in each other’s faces, and took lots of pictures. Two years ago we started our life.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
Blogging slump.
Alas my dear blog, it has been far to long since we last conversed. Let me fill you in on a couple things. Brace yourself for a rather short, and drab list. On second thought, lets make two VERY short lists, one hum drum, and one a bit more animated.
Starting with the Hum Drum:
Nobi and Conner have gone to their dad's house, leaving our home very quiet, and considerably clean! Two weeks went by too fast. I was sad to have them leave.
Trevor has been working 12+ hours a day. One of the drivers at his work had to go an d break his toe, and Trevor was called in as reinforcement. Lucky for us, and this could go in the second list, the overtime has been more than welcome.
Ahhh, see very short. Seems to me, that either I have forgotten what what has gone on since we last talked, or I lead a particularly sad boring life... Actually this year has been rather slow for the two of us. We have not even been able to go camping yet. The two of us are having major withdrawls.
Animated?
Trevor and I traveled to Idaho over the 4th of July to spend time with our close friends, and to see their newborn be blessed. This overnight trip was exactly what we needed, it was a carefree couple days.
Trevor's cancer is gone!! His last surgery was on the 13th, and it went really well. I watched the whole thing. After I picked my stomach off the floor, I took a couple pictures of the 50cent piece sized hole in his neck. We were showed what to look for, incase more of the icky cancer shows up again. We now that to go back to the doctor every 6 months for a full body scan.
I had time to myself since Trevor has been so busy, that I was able to pick up a cute new book, and finish it.
That about sums up our life as of late. What I can remember of it anyway...
Starting with the Hum Drum:
Nobi and Conner have gone to their dad's house, leaving our home very quiet, and considerably clean! Two weeks went by too fast. I was sad to have them leave.
Trevor has been working 12+ hours a day. One of the drivers at his work had to go an d break his toe, and Trevor was called in as reinforcement. Lucky for us, and this could go in the second list, the overtime has been more than welcome.
Ahhh, see very short. Seems to me, that either I have forgotten what what has gone on since we last talked, or I lead a particularly sad boring life... Actually this year has been rather slow for the two of us. We have not even been able to go camping yet. The two of us are having major withdrawls.
Animated?
Trevor and I traveled to Idaho over the 4th of July to spend time with our close friends, and to see their newborn be blessed. This overnight trip was exactly what we needed, it was a carefree couple days.
Trevor's cancer is gone!! His last surgery was on the 13th, and it went really well. I watched the whole thing. After I picked my stomach off the floor, I took a couple pictures of the 50cent piece sized hole in his neck. We were showed what to look for, incase more of the icky cancer shows up again. We now that to go back to the doctor every 6 months for a full body scan.
I had time to myself since Trevor has been so busy, that I was able to pick up a cute new book, and finish it.
That about sums up our life as of late. What I can remember of it anyway...
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Playing at the Park
We took the boys to play at the wooden park near our house! It's been so fun to have them in town. I am sad they are leaving soon. I feel bad though, because I think they have been going stir crazy because of Trevor's and my work schedule. Tonight is the last night they will stay at our house. Then it's another year before we see them again, unless they come for Christmas!
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