Friday, March 30, 2012

Shared: 10 things I want to tell Women

I just read this, I agreed with it, except for one part... the teenage part... I think all women should read it, and believe it.


We'll all be so much happier.
Thank you Kate Connor.

Ten Things I Want To Tell Teenage Girls

1.  If you choose to wear shirts that show off your boobs, you will attract boys.  To be more specific, you will attract the kind of boys that like to look down girls’ shirts.  If you want to date a guy who likes to look at other girls’ boobs and chase skirts, then great job; keep it up.  If you don’t want to date a guy who ogles at the breasts of other women, then maybe you should stop offering your own breasts up for the ogling.  All attention is not equal.  You think you want attention, but you don’t.  You want respect.  All attention is not equal.
2. Don’t go to the tanning bed.  You’ll thank me when you go to your high school reunion and you look like you’ve been airbrushed and then photoshopped compared to the tanning bed train wrecks formerly known as classmates – well, at least next to the ones that haven’t died from skin cancer.
3.  When you talk about your friends “anonymously” on Facebook, we  know exactly who you’re talking about.  People are smarter than you think they are.  Stop posting passive-aggressive statuses about the myriad of ways your friends disappoint you.
4. Newsflash: the number of times you say “I hate drama” is a pretty good indicator of how much you love drama.  Non-dramatic people don’t feel the need to discuss all the drama they didn’t start and aren’t involved in.
5.  “Follow your heart” is probably the worst advice ever. 
6. Never let a man make you feel weak or inferior because you are an emotional being.  Emotion is good; it is nothing to be ashamed of.  Emotion makes us better – so long as it remains in it’s proper place: subject to truth and reason.
7.  Smoking is not cool.
8.  Stop saying things like, “I don’t care what anyone thinks about me.”  First of all, that’s not true.  And second of all, if it is true, you need a perspective shift.  Your reputation matters – greatly.  You should care what people think of you.
9. Don’t play coy or stupid or helpless to get attention.  Don’t pretend something is too heavy so that a boy will carry it for you.  Don’t play dumb to stroke someone’s ego.  Don’t bat your eyelashes in exchange for attention and expect to be taken seriously, ever.  You can’t have it both ways.  Either you show the world that you have a brain and passions and skills, or you don’t.  There are no damsels in distress managing corporations, running countries, or managing households.  The minute you start batting eyelashes, eyelashes is all you’ve got.
10.  You are beautiful.  You are enough.  The world we live in is twisted and broken and for your entire life you will be subjected to all kinds of lies that tell you that you are not enough.  You are not thin enough.  You are not tan enough.  You are not smooth, soft, shiny, firm, tight, fit, silky, blonde, hairless enough.  Your teeth are not white enough.  Your legs are not long enough.  Your clothes are not stylish enough.  You are not educated enough.  You don’t have enough experience.  You are not creative enough.
There is a beauty industry, a fashion industry, a television industry, (and most unfortunately) a pornography industry: and all of these have unique ways of communicating to bright young women: you are not beautiful, sexy, smart or valuable enough.
You must have the clarity and common sense to know that none of that is true. None of it.
You were created for a purpose, exactly so.  You have innate value.  You are loved more than you could ever comprehend; it is mind-boggling how much you are adored.  There has never been, and there will never be another you.  Therefore, you have unique thoughts to offer the world.  They are only yours, and we all lose out if you are too fearful to share them.
You are beautiful.  You are valuable.  You are enough.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Growing a House


I grow houses in my head. 
A few months ago we were about 100% sure that we were going to move.
Opportunities kept presenting themselves. Cool opportunities... I think Mumbai was the most exciting...
But nothing ever came together...obviously, we have not moved. 
And things have come together here. 
We will not be moving.
At least, not any time soon.

So a few weeks ago, when a new house started to grow in my head I decided it was a waste of time.
I'm not moving, and I'm not building a new house.
If I am going to grow a house in my head, I should grow my house in my head. 
Because I already have it.

The beautiful thing about a house in your head is you don't have to feel bothered by details of the project... Details like a budget.
It can be whatever you want.
I have rooms growing in my head, and I am working on prioritizing them. 

Project One- Living room Shelves.

I'll keep you posted... (punny hahaha posted...)



Popcorn Popping!

SPRING HAS SPRUNG ON MY APRICOT TREE!

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Gid's Problem

So he figured out how to get to the handle... now how to get it opened...
All the boy wants in the world is to have his 'soos' (shoes) and go 'sie' (outside) with his 'gog' (dog).
All he wants in the world.
Oh, and his "dis" (this aka binkie).

Sliding

Everyone's got their way to get down...
video
He did this until the girls took a turn and left sand at the bottom. 
It lost it's appeal after that.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

DTR

Havah has been learning about writing. It is so cool, because now she can write down the stories that go with her pages and pages of pictures. She is also fascinated by the idea of initials and acronyms.  
Mormons are into acronyms, you may know this popular one:
CTR - Choose The Right
Havah told me today she knows the 'other one' of CTR.
It's DTR

 DO THE RONG! (wrong)

Cheater Clean Up

How to make your self feel better about a messy house...
pick everything up off the floor and put it in a basket in the playroom.
It's not a long term solution, but it helps me get my head back on straight.
Baskets can always be emptied when children are in bed.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

The face of gratitude

We made Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip Cookie Cake with Peanut Butter Fudge Frosting.
Yes, it is as healthy as it sounds (ha!)
No, it is not as delicious as it sounds.
I let the girls share the last of it.
Havah got one big piece.
Lilly got two smaller pieces, of equal or greater value.
Look at her face.
Does she look happy about my generosity? No.
She is in the process of stuffing her face and telling me that she "doesn't like two pieces of cake", and I can't help but reflect on myself as I look into her gluttonous, grumpy, whiny, ungrateful little face.

How often is that me?
God gives me not one but two pieces of cake, and all I can think about is how "my cake is not like my sisters cake. Why did she get the orange plate? Why isn't her piece cut in two?
Her's must be better."
Do I stop to consider that He gave us "the same but different"? 
Do I stop to consider that He does not have a reputation for giving people the short end of the stick, in fact, just the opposite, and so if I am expecting the short end of the stick, perhaps that means that I and not He, am the the giver of said 'short stick', and that is why I expect it. 

Think I'll chew on that for a while.



Eating a raw squirrel

So, you might notices that I've gotten a little religious on the left side bar, and I wanted to take a moment to talk about that.

When I was sixteen I worked in a back pack factory, (cool I know). One day while we built computer sleeves the kid next to me started spouting off stuff he'd been told about Mormons. I guess I'd lived a sheltered life, because I had no idea that I was supposed to have horns and people smoked pot while playing volleyball drunk and naked in the temple... ridiculous... And he knew it was, but then he turns to me a totally seriously says, "Do you really have to eat a raw squirrel before you can get baptized?"  I remember wondering where this kid's brain was.

Today I face a similar problem. While no one is questioning whether or not I have to eat raw meat to fulfill religious obligations, I am growing tired of the constant attacking and implications that our purposes are secretly devious. So I want to clear a few things up.

I am a Christian. I believe Jesus Christ was the literal only begotten son of the Father (God). I believe he came to earth, was born of a virgin, lived a perfect life and then gave him self as a sacrifice for all mankind and was then resurrected through the power of God, . I believe he did this because God, our Heavenly Father asked him too. I believe that God, our Heavenly Father asked Jesus Christ to do this because we are His children. Not His 'creation', His actual spiritual sons and daughters. I believe our Heavenly Father has perfected and immortal body of flesh and bone. I believe that, as children do, we wanted to be like Him. I believe that God the Father presented a plan to us, a way for us to become like Him. Some of us chose to follow that plan, lead by Jesus Christ, to create an earth, receive bodies, do our best to care for them and each other, with gratitude to God for the great gift and opportunity this life is. I believe that there were some who did not like the plan, who chose not to follow it. I believe that they work to make their sadness ours, just as God works to make His joy ours. I believe that we are here on earth to choose.

I believe that God our Heavenly Father wants all His children to return home to Him- He wants all his children to grow and become like Him. I know He believes in Eternal Families. I believe that Jesus Christ, our older brother came to earth to give us an example to follow, to show us that it is possible, and to give us a way to correct our mistakes, to make a fresh start. Because he also believes in Eternal Families, Jesus Christ wants us all to come home too.

 I do believe that this is for everyone, because I believe that we are all part of His family. But just as firmly, I believe that we are all allowed to choose, that we must choose. The work we do in on behalf of the dead is not to force membership in the Church, but to fulfill, what we believe to be a physical act that has to be done by anyone who accepts the gospel of Jesus Christ. Millions of people have lived and died without ever hearing the name Jesus Christ. We do proxy work because we believe that God is just and gives them the opportunity to be taught and choose even after they have died. Then they are able to accept or reject the work that we do, we are simply facilitating an opportunity to choose.

I believe that the reason we have commandments is because He is our Parent, and like any good parent telling a young child not to touch a stove, hit, bite, steal, or eat poison, God gives us commandments to keep us from harming each other and to ensure our bodies and minds stay safe and whole. Because He loves us, He sent His son, our brother, Jesus Christ to show us the way, and to make a sacrifice that (while I do not entirely understand) I know is real, in the same way that I know washing my hands with clean warm water and soap helps me stay healthy.

My purpose in writing this is not to convince or offend anyone. My purpose is to explain in as plain a way as possible why I live the way I live. The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints is not a religion of blind sheep being herded around by a bunch of old men. It is a religion based on the belief that we are here on earth to choose. We are here to choose if we will follow the directions home or not. We are here to choose if we will be a part of helping God our Father and His Son, Jesus Christ, in their great work of creating and extending the joy and peace of Home forever.

That is the basis of what I believe, it's the way that I live. It is why I'm a 'Mormon'.


Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Meg- I thought of you tonight

Wasting time on the internet and I found these...
Smelly socks.
Garenteed to smell like ice cream for 10 washes.
And I was going to buy them for you... because 10 years ago I would have with out blinking...
And then the shipping was as much as the socks.
So I am sending them to you by internet. 
Go open your freezer and smell some ice cream while you look at them.
And know I love you.

Hormones? Temper? Phase?

Somehow in the last 5 minutes we went from this:
 
To a raging psychopath!
Why?
Because she lost the number picking game to see who got to choose dinner.
Please tell me that this is something she will
a) grow out of b) can be trained out of c) will decide is embarrassing behavior and stop.

Confusing....

Precious:
That moment when your 13 month old walks up and lays a big open mouth kiss on your lips....
Not as precious: The moment directly following in which he turns away and you realize your mouth is still connected to his by a foot long suspension line of spittle...
Motherhood... how can something so sweet be so disgusting at the same time?

Monday, March 19, 2012

We Blog Too!!

Where in Havah and Lilly Blog:

I LOVE YOU EVERYONE IN THE WORLD! I drunked a milkshake yesterday. It was good. It had Nuts. Daddy made it. He got the ice cream and poured it and makes it and blended it up and then there was mine! He didn't get anyone for anyone else.

Bye bye. I love you!
- Lilly

Havah says that this is her kind of writing (meaning italics), although she is not sure what she actually wants to say. Apparently writing to the whole internet is a little overwhelming when you are a 5 year old.


She says that usually she doesn't do this, so she doesn't have anything to say, but if you would like to talk with her you can come to her house for a party sometime. If you are invited, because she just remembered it's not good manners to invite yourself to someone else's house. 




Gideon is yelling upstairs, MA MA MA MA... guess it's time to go grocery shopping.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

The Red Lobster

This is our Daddy's 'new' 1975 Honda 90, his name is Red Lobster (because that is his color).
He takes Daddy to all his church meetings so we don't have to walk to church, 
since we have some conflicting meeting schedules now that Daddy has to go to other wards (read congregations) some Sundays. 
Oh and this is his older brother 
1963 Honda 90
Hes donates parts to help R.L. keep running.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Savings Streamers!

We have started money jobs at our house.
First we have to finish our big list, and when that is done, the girls can do a money job. There are a couple rules about money jobs- First, it has to be something I could live without having done... (e.g. We could live with out washing windows for 30 years.. it would be nasty, but we could) Second it has to be done by Friday night, or they do it for free on Saturday. 
After they earn their money and pay their tithing (10%) save (30%) they have 90 cents to do whatever they want with (yeah, it's not a lot, but it's enough for a cheap candy, or to save for two weeks and get a dollar store toy) OR they can do something awesome! For the last few weeks they have been putting every penny to savings. It was Lilly's idea. She was at the bike store with Cori and saw these:
 
handle bar streamers. Oh she had to have them... 
So she saved and saved and saved (Havah did too)
And today they did it! They went to the store, plunked down $9.49  (each) and brought home their sparkly prize!
Lilly, purple (of course) and Havah pink. 
can you tell she is excited?
I am so proud of them! 
They work hard to earn their money. 
(last week Havah washed all the walls in the kitchen and Lilly did all the cabinets)
I'm glad their purchase was so satisfying!

Allegro

video
She played it perfectly twice before and once after... 
she's a nervous performer, but I am so proud of her, she has been practicing so hard.
She's half way through, we'll post again when she knows the whole thing!

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Child's Pose

Yes, she is dead asleep.
or was... until Gid poked her in the bum with a pencil.

Friday, March 9, 2012

Riding Lawn Mower



We have a big backyard.
When we first moved in, Cori was feeling all green and manly, and bought a reel mower (push mower). 
REALITY CHECK: It takes more than an hour to mow a quarter acre with a regular walking mower.
The reel mower has basically sat in our garage for the last 3 years looking cool.
Then today I saw this:
Thanks Green Renaissance for this awesome idea
I think we should totally turn our reel mower into a Riding Mower.
Don't you? 
We have enough extra bikes hanging around here.

WITA: The Night Circus- by Kari

Oh my goodness... this has got to be the best book I've read in... I don't know. I loved it.

It's like a woman's Tom Clancy, meaning, if you have trouble following Tom's way of jumping from one character to another until everyone comes together for the climax of the book, this book might be difficult for you. But I still think you should try. Because like Tom, Erin Morgenstern is a master storyteller, but unlike Tom, she does not have a potty mouth. Imaginative, complex, beautiful. You will not be disappointed. Romance, imagery... I even liked the end, and I am a notorious end-hater. 
The Night Circus, by Erin Morgenstern. GO READ IT NOW! 

*NOTE: Last little bit of proof that it is AMAZING, 
Jim Dale reads it, and he is very particular about what he reads.* 


Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Nana & Papa came to visit!

Nana & Papa came to visit us for the weekend. It was a short notice (we asked them to come), and we're so grateful they were able to come spend a couple days with us. 

Friday, March 2, 2012

A little gritty

We like grits for breakfast.

You can use a spoon....



but smashing it into your face is so much more satisfying.