I'm not all that good, but at least I am FINALLY learning to play. I got the guitar for Christmas back before I was married, then life just made it difficult to learn. Thanks to Eddie, here I am learning.
It isn't awesome yet, but I just started tonight. So I guess it isn't bad.
YAY ME!
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Being a Mom...
I hate, and I mean loathe when my MIL starts a sentence like this, "Im gonna tell you something, and you are not gonna like it, but I need to tell you any way". Oooooooo that burns me up. I just want to reach across the table and give her one good punch in the nose. BUT...... this is exactly how I feel I should start off my writing today. Go figure. LOL.
So I want to make my writings more open and less sugar coated. I may insult or upset a few people in the process, but after last nights Women's Conference, I feel that it is necessary to tell my story, and to tell it as honest as I can. I want my girls to really know me.
I have a good life. I love so much about my life. I have an awesome husband who loves me eternally. He doesn't even care that my weight has ballooned up to its highest in years. He still finds me sexy and beautiful. I question him, I'm not sure why, I should be thrilled that he finds me FABULOUS at all sizes, but I still question. I guess it is my own insecurity caused by years of being told believing that my worth is based on my weight. What a load of crap that was. So he adores me at all my many sizes. How wonderful is he!!! I have 4 beautiful girls of my own, and one step daughter that I have raised as my own. They are great kids. Just as smart as they are beautiful. I am able to stay at home with them each day. Eddie has a good job that allows me to do so, as longs as I stick to a tight budget.
Being a SAHM has its definite ups. But it also has it definite downs. It is not all Sunshine and lolly pops. Let me be very clear on the fact that I love being a SAHM, but holy crap these last 2 days have been H - E double hockey sticks. For instance, this morning I am fighting with my 3 and 5 year old to brush their teeth. Why is it every morning it is a HUGE surprise that they have to brush their teeth? I mean seriously!! We do it every day, and yet every day when I say, "go brush your teeth", they totally freak and lose their little minds. What is up with that? They gotta know that it is coming right? Then after 10 minutes of Brooklyn being in the bath room, I go to check and see that she has pulled my rollers out from under the sink and decided to take all the rollers out of the heater and put them on the counter and then paint them with what I am guessing is tooth paste. It is a lot like object art. I know that I should show patience and love and treasure this moment and praise her for her creativity, but my first reaction is to freak out all over her.
If that is not enough, Jacquelynn goes in and starts crying and yelling because Brooklyn is using "her" tooth paste. I had no idea that they all had different tooth pastes. So Jacquelynn is upset and shoves Brooklyn who falls on top of Sutton and cause Sutton to fall and bang her head on the wall. So now I have 3 crying kids, only one who is actually hurt. Why?
This does not even compeer to yesterdays, which I am now calling "poop day". So Brooklyn goes to the potty and decides to take Sutton in with her. Now Sutton has just entered the "put my hand in the toilet water" phase of her life. Because of this I have told all the family members to put the lid down after going potty. I might as well be talking to the air, does anybody in this house listen? Anyway, Brooklyn goes number 2, remember, Sutton is in the bathroom with her and forgets to put the lid down. So what do you think Sutton does? YEP! She goes over to the potty, puts her hand in as if fishing, and comes out with a small, round brown piece of poopy. Well by the time I got the door unlocked (since when did Brook start locking the door? I am the ONLY one in this house that locks the door) Sutton had the poopy in her mouth like it was a yummy piece of chocolate. Yes ladies and gentleman, my daughter ate poop. SICK!
The day went on with one thing after another. No joke. That same day, Jacquelynn was playing after Ballet class and came over to me screaming about something on her arm. Yep....a bid pooped on her arm. She was freaking out. I had do make it funny to calm her down. She was creating quite a scene. So, that is why yesterday will be forever known as "poop day".
Anyway, this is my glamorous life as a Domestic Engineer. It is awesome, but it is not at all awesome. I love it and I hate it. I treasure it and I wish I could forget it all. At the end of the day, it is the only life I would ever want. Except, I would add a bigger bank account. That would be cool. But I will save that for another day.
Angela
So I want to make my writings more open and less sugar coated. I may insult or upset a few people in the process, but after last nights Women's Conference, I feel that it is necessary to tell my story, and to tell it as honest as I can. I want my girls to really know me.
I have a good life. I love so much about my life. I have an awesome husband who loves me eternally. He doesn't even care that my weight has ballooned up to its highest in years. He still finds me sexy and beautiful. I question him, I'm not sure why, I should be thrilled that he finds me FABULOUS at all sizes, but I still question. I guess it is my own insecurity caused by years of being told believing that my worth is based on my weight. What a load of crap that was. So he adores me at all my many sizes. How wonderful is he!!! I have 4 beautiful girls of my own, and one step daughter that I have raised as my own. They are great kids. Just as smart as they are beautiful. I am able to stay at home with them each day. Eddie has a good job that allows me to do so, as longs as I stick to a tight budget.
Being a SAHM has its definite ups. But it also has it definite downs. It is not all Sunshine and lolly pops. Let me be very clear on the fact that I love being a SAHM, but holy crap these last 2 days have been H - E double hockey sticks. For instance, this morning I am fighting with my 3 and 5 year old to brush their teeth. Why is it every morning it is a HUGE surprise that they have to brush their teeth? I mean seriously!! We do it every day, and yet every day when I say, "go brush your teeth", they totally freak and lose their little minds. What is up with that? They gotta know that it is coming right? Then after 10 minutes of Brooklyn being in the bath room, I go to check and see that she has pulled my rollers out from under the sink and decided to take all the rollers out of the heater and put them on the counter and then paint them with what I am guessing is tooth paste. It is a lot like object art. I know that I should show patience and love and treasure this moment and praise her for her creativity, but my first reaction is to freak out all over her.
If that is not enough, Jacquelynn goes in and starts crying and yelling because Brooklyn is using "her" tooth paste. I had no idea that they all had different tooth pastes. So Jacquelynn is upset and shoves Brooklyn who falls on top of Sutton and cause Sutton to fall and bang her head on the wall. So now I have 3 crying kids, only one who is actually hurt. Why?
This does not even compeer to yesterdays, which I am now calling "poop day". So Brooklyn goes to the potty and decides to take Sutton in with her. Now Sutton has just entered the "put my hand in the toilet water" phase of her life. Because of this I have told all the family members to put the lid down after going potty. I might as well be talking to the air, does anybody in this house listen? Anyway, Brooklyn goes number 2, remember, Sutton is in the bathroom with her and forgets to put the lid down. So what do you think Sutton does? YEP! She goes over to the potty, puts her hand in as if fishing, and comes out with a small, round brown piece of poopy. Well by the time I got the door unlocked (since when did Brook start locking the door? I am the ONLY one in this house that locks the door) Sutton had the poopy in her mouth like it was a yummy piece of chocolate. Yes ladies and gentleman, my daughter ate poop. SICK!
The day went on with one thing after another. No joke. That same day, Jacquelynn was playing after Ballet class and came over to me screaming about something on her arm. Yep....a bid pooped on her arm. She was freaking out. I had do make it funny to calm her down. She was creating quite a scene. So, that is why yesterday will be forever known as "poop day".
Anyway, this is my glamorous life as a Domestic Engineer. It is awesome, but it is not at all awesome. I love it and I hate it. I treasure it and I wish I could forget it all. At the end of the day, it is the only life I would ever want. Except, I would add a bigger bank account. That would be cool. But I will save that for another day.
Angela
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
My Story Matters
Tonight was the Newport Beach Stake Women's Conference. The theme was, "My Story matters". I was the rep on the committee for my ward, so I had a BIG hand in putting the night together. We had an amazing speaker tonight. Claudia Bushman, Dr. Bushman is a historian by training and has taught at Columbia University for many years. Her books include How America Discovered Columbus, In Old Virginia: Slavery, Farming, and Society in the Journal of John Walker, Mormon Sisters: Women of Early Utah, A Good Poor Man’s Wife, Mormon Domestic Life in the 1870s: Pandemonium or Acadia, Mormons in America (with Richard Bushman), Building the Kingdom: A History of Mormons in America (with Richard Bushman), and many others. She is one of the founders of Exponent II, a Boston-based magazine focusing on Mormonism and women’s issues.
She spoke tonight on the importance of writing down our stories. We are all Latter Day Saint Pioneer women and our stories are of the utmost importance. Who will tell our stories if we do not? And if by some chance someone does tell our story after we pass, it will not be the full, unedited truth.
I was so inspired tonight to really be diligent in my journaling. I am pretty good about keeping this blog up, but I want to make sure my life stories, weather good, bad or ugly, are told. It will be so meaningful to my kids to know that I left my history for them to read and remember. How sad it would be to leave them with nothing. I truly learned that My Story mattered.
After the program, I sang with 5 other women, and speaker, we went into the cultural hall for desert and displays. The room was filled with stories of women in the Newport Beach Stake. There were great ideas on how to keep journals, blogs and scrapbooks. One idea just jumped out at me. A sister in the Stake keeps a 365 day scrapbook. She takes a picture each day and adds it, along with a small write up about the picture to a book. 365 days in pictures. I LOVE THIS IDEA. It totally inspired me to do one for myself. And maybe even one for my girls. I really wish I had this inspiration before Joshlyn's senior year. It would have made for a great graduation gift.
Anyway, I learned that
"If you do not write, you will forger. Ir you do not write, you will be forgotten".
"Write to be read".
"We never know what our adventures will mean to others".
Thank you Claudia. I am so inspired.
Angela
She spoke tonight on the importance of writing down our stories. We are all Latter Day Saint Pioneer women and our stories are of the utmost importance. Who will tell our stories if we do not? And if by some chance someone does tell our story after we pass, it will not be the full, unedited truth.
I was so inspired tonight to really be diligent in my journaling. I am pretty good about keeping this blog up, but I want to make sure my life stories, weather good, bad or ugly, are told. It will be so meaningful to my kids to know that I left my history for them to read and remember. How sad it would be to leave them with nothing. I truly learned that My Story mattered.
After the program, I sang with 5 other women, and speaker, we went into the cultural hall for desert and displays. The room was filled with stories of women in the Newport Beach Stake. There were great ideas on how to keep journals, blogs and scrapbooks. One idea just jumped out at me. A sister in the Stake keeps a 365 day scrapbook. She takes a picture each day and adds it, along with a small write up about the picture to a book. 365 days in pictures. I LOVE THIS IDEA. It totally inspired me to do one for myself. And maybe even one for my girls. I really wish I had this inspiration before Joshlyn's senior year. It would have made for a great graduation gift.
Anyway, I learned that
"If you do not write, you will forger. Ir you do not write, you will be forgotten".
"Write to be read".
"We never know what our adventures will mean to others".
Thank you Claudia. I am so inspired.
Angela
Once upon a time
I need to do this more. I really miss it.
And I have to say.....I kinda rocked.
Just saying.....!
And I have to say.....I kinda rocked.
Just saying.....!
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Family Fun Filled Weekend
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| Sutton and Siri having some fun |
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| Just Dance for Kids Action |
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| The cousins in front of Disneyland |
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| Grandma and Grandpa came |
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| A lot of line waiting that day |
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| Brooklyn has the Magic Feather |
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| Spin out on Tea Cups |
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| Posing after Pooh's Grand Adventrue |
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| I love this picture |
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| Picture in front of the Castle |
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| Dancing in the streets |
On Friday we spent the entire day at Disneyland. It was a first for me, taking all the girls to Disneyland without Eddie, but it all worked out pretty good. Eddie joined us after work, and we stayed till the park closed. The girls were wiped out the next day, so we chilled at home while Josh and his cute family went to the OC Swap Meet and then to the beach. That night we all ate dinner at Grandmas house. It was a fantastic weekend and my girls miss Chamberlaine so very much. Can't wait to get together again.
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