Friday, November 2

Forgiveness & a Poem

Names have not been changed to protect the not-so-innocent.

My Husband - we'll call him Eric.
Friend - we'll call him Travis.
Wife - we'll call her Kristin

Ask and ye shall receive. 3 Nephi 27:29

My husband & I prayed for over 3 years that the Toyota Camry we bought when I was pregnant with Jaxon, would last us through school. Our prayers were answered and we thanked God continually for hearing & blessing us. Eric graduated. And shortly thereafter the car quit on us. As soon as it happened I had an overwhelming feeling of peace come over me and I KNEW without a shadow of a doubt that the Lord was aware of us and he had heard our prayers.

We were prepared to make it as a one-car-family, when a friend, Travis, recognized our need and generously loaned my husband, Eric, a vehicle. And not just ANY vehicle. A nice big Truck! He had been driving the truck for several weeks when Travis had an opportunity to sell it. Eric was happy to return the truck and hoped he could sell it. He decided to clean it up, shampoo the carpets and take it through a car-wash hoping if it sparkled it would help the sale!

Through a series of unfortunate events ... leaving the parking-lot to return it, the truck met it's fate of a gnarly, scratched-up, banged-up door with a large yellow pole.

The pit in our guts ... you know what, I won't even attempt to put into words our feeling over the next several hours. They were ones I can't describe & you can't understand unless you've been there.

Needless to say, Travis & his wife, Kristin, extended their mercy and then some. Later that evening Eric was surprised to find a plate full of goodies and chocolate chip banana nut bread with a note attached.

"Who crashes a truck after getting it washed?
Our dreams of selling it today were squashed.

The scene is just too funny for us to be mad.
Just know that we still think you guys are Rad!

So here's some food to fill the pit in your gut, 
eat it all up ... it won't go straight to your butt.

Again ... you don't suck for wrecking our truck, 
'cause having you as friends, we've had no better luck!"


I don't know kinder, more generous, more thoughtful, more beautiful, more forgiving people.

Their goal isn't revenge or justice, gossip or offense. Their goal was to comfort US! What!? I feel so grateful to have such wonderful people in our lives.

Take a note from the Benson's on forgiveness and class. I hope to be like them if I ever find myself in a similar situation.

"Cleaning with kids in the house is like brushing your teeth while eating Oreos."

If I clean all long long, every day, taking no breaks, my house will still be messy.

"Cleaning the house while the kids are still growing is like shoveling the now while its still snowing."

There's a rule here if you come to stay:
Always check your bed before you climb in. You never know what child has decided to eat their crumbly  snack under your covers.

"EXCUSE OUR MESS, THE CHILDREN ARE MAKING MEMORIES."

"Oh cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow, but children grow up, as I've learned with my sorrow. So quiet down cobwebs. Dust go to sleep. I'm rocking my baby 'cause babies don't keep."

Sunday, October 28

balancing on pumpkins

my husband says,
"you get out of the habit you lose it.
it's like baring your testimony.
when you don't bare your testimony it severely diminishes.
just like blogging.
you forgot how to blog.
just get in the habit again. it will come back to you."

well - we shall see.
 it's overwhelming to think of catching up.
do you start from where you left off?
do you pick up where you are today?
today wins!
primary program practice.
jaxon thinks he's obeying the prophet when he cleans his room.
he always says that.
his room is never clean. so what does that mean?
joshy says being honest means he didn't hit luke. jaxon did.
seriously?
i worry my children aren't grasping the basic fundamental principles of the gospel.
i worry.
a lot.

jaxon broke his arm balancing on a pumpkin. ??
so the story goes.
"i was doing my exercises when i felt myself falling.
i reached out with both arms to catch myself and one of them went crack-crack.
my arm broke in 2 places. i didn't hear it. but i felt it."
he's on the road to recovery and coping well.
ever the optimist he now feels full of wisdom and freely gives advice such as,
"never try to balance on a pumpkin."


not in TX anymore

dear blog,
i've missed you.
i've been so afarid of you.
you became something of a "late-fee".
or a lost red-box dvd.
(equally very irritating feelings.)
forgive me for making you another dash on my to-do list.
i tried to convince myself that i didn't need you.
but i can't stop thinking about you so ...
i'm nailing the last nail in the coffin that's been holding my neglect for you.
i'm burying my fear.
i'm back.
i've missed you.
p.s. i'm not in TEXAS anymore :(

Sunday, June 5

Are We Not All Mothers -Sheri L. Dew

(bold is merely personal emphasis)


"Have you ever wondered why prophets have taught the doctrine of motherhood—and it is doctrine—again and again? I have. I have thought long and hard about the work of women of God. And I have wrestled with what the doctrine of motherhood means for all of us. This issue has driven me to my knees, to the scriptures, and to the temple—all of which teach an ennobling doctrine regarding our most crucial role as women. It is a doctrine about which we must be clear if we hope to stand “steadfast and immovable” regarding the issues that swirl around our gender. For Satan has declared war on motherhood. He knows that those who rock the cradle can rock his earthly empire. And he knows that without righteous mothers loving and leading the next generation, the kingdom of God will fail."


"When we understand the magnitude of motherhood, it becomes clear why prophets have been so protective of woman’s most sacred role. While we tend to equate motherhood solely with maternity, in the Lord’s language, the word mother has layers of meaning. Of all the words they could have chosen to define her role and her essence, both God the Father and Adam called Eve “the mother of all living”—and they did so before she ever bore a child. Like Eve, our motherhood began before we were born. Just as worthy men were foreordained to hold the priesthood in mortality, righteous women were endowed premortally with the privilege of motherhood. Motherhood is more than bearing children, though it is certainly that. It is the essence of who we are as


women. It defines our very identity, our divine stature and nature, and the unique traits our Father gave us."


"President Gordon B. Hinckley stated that “God planted within women something divine.” That something is the gift and the gifts of motherhood. Elder Matthew Cowley taught that 'men have to have something given to them [in mortality] to make them saviors of men, but not mothers, not women. [They] are born with an inherent right, an inherent authority, to be the saviors of human souls … and the regenerating force in the lives of God’s children.'"


"Motherhood is not what was left over after our Father blessed His sons with priesthood ordination. It was the most ennobling endowment He could give His daughters, a sacred trust that gave women an unparalleled role in helping His children keep their second estate. As President J. Reuben Clark Jr. declared, motherhood is 'as divinely called, as eternally important in its place as the Priesthood itself.'"


"Nevertheless, the subject of motherhood is a very tender one, for it evokes some of our greatest joys and heartaches. This has been so from the beginning. Eve was “glad” after the Fall, realizing she otherwise 'never should have had seed.'And yet, imagine her anguish over Cain and Abel. Some mothers experience pain because of the children they have borne; others feel pain because they do not bear children here. About this Elder John A. Widtsoe was explicit: 'Women who through no fault of their own cannot exercise the gift of motherhood directly, may do so vicariously.'"


"For reasons known to the Lord, some women are required to wait to have children. This delay is not easy for any righteous woman. But the Lord’s timetable for each of us does not negate our nature. Some of us, then, must simply find other ways to mother. And all around us are those who need to be loved and led."


"Eve set the pattern. In addition to bearing children, she mothered all of mankind when she made the most courageous decision any woman has ever made and with Adam opened the way for us to progress. She set an example of womanhood for men to respect and women to follow, modeling the characteristics with which we as women have been endowed: heroic faith, a keen sensitivity to the Spirit, an abhorrence of evil, and complete selflessness. Like the Savior, 'who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross,'Eve, for the joy of helping initiate the human family, endured the Fall. She loved us enough to help lead us."


"As daughters of our Heavenly Father, and as daughters of Eve, we are all mothers and we have always been mothers. And we each have the responsibility to love and help lead the rising generation. How will our young women learn to live as women of God unless they see what women of God look like, meaning what we wear, watch, and read; how we fill our time and our minds; how we face temptation and uncertainty; where we find true joy; and why modesty and femininity are hallmarks of righteous women? How will our young men learn to value women of God if we don’t show them the virtue of our virtues?"


"Every one of us has an overarching obligation to model righteous womanhood because our youth may not see it anywhere else. Every sister in Relief Society, which is the most significant community of women on this side of the veil, is responsible to help our young women make a joyful transition into Relief Society. This means our friendship with them must begin long before they turn 18. Every one of us can mother someone—beginning, of course, with the children in our own families but extending far beyond. Every one of us can show by word and by deed that the work of women in the Lord’s kingdom is magnificent and holy. I repeat: We are all mothers in Israel, and our calling is to love and help lead the rising generation through the dangerous streets of mortality."


"Few of us will reach our potential without the nurturing of both the mother who bore us and the mothers who bear with us. I was thrilled recently to see one of my youth leaders for the first time in years. As a teenager who had absolutely no self-confidence, I always sidled up to this woman because she would put her arm around me and say, 'You are just the best girl!' She loved me, so I let her lead me. How many young men and women are desperate for your love and leadership? Dowe fully realize that our influence as mothers in Israel is irreplaceable and eternal?"


"When I was growing up, it was not uncommon for Mother to wake me in the middle of the night and say, 'Sheri, take your pillow and go downstairs.' I knew what that meant. It meant a tornado was coming, and I was instantly afraid. But then Mother would say, 'Sheri, everything will be OK.' Her words always calmed me. Today, decades later, when life seems overwhelming or frightening, I call Mother and wait for her to say, 'Everything will be OK.'"


"Recent horrifying events in the United States have underscored the fact that we live in a world of uncertainty. Never has there been a greater need for righteous mothers—mothers who bless their children with a sense of safety, security, and confidence about the future, mothers who teach their children where to find peace and truth and that the power of Jesus Christ is always stronger than the power of the adversary. Every time we build the faith or reinforce the nobility of a young woman or man, every time we love or lead anyone even one small step along the path, we are true to our endowment and calling as mothers and in the process we build the kingdom of God. No woman who understands the gospel would ever think that any other work is more important or would ever say, 'I am just a mother,' for mothers heal the souls of men."


"Look around. Who needs you and your influence? If we really want to make a difference, it will happen as we mother those we have borne and those we are willing to bear with. If we will stay right with our youth—meaning, if we will love them—in most cases they will stay right with us—meaning, they will let us lead them."


"As mothers in Israel, we are the Lord’s secret weapon. Our influence comes from a divine endowment that has been in place from the beginning. In the premortal world, when our Father described our role, I wonder if we didn’t stand in wide-eyed wonder that He would bless us with a sacred trust so central to His plan and that He would endow us with gifts so vital to the loving and leading of His children. I wonder if we shouted for joy at least in part because of the ennobling stature He gave us in His kingdom. The world won’t tell you that, but the Spirit will."


"We just can’t let the Lord down. And if the day comes when we are the only women on earth who find nobility and divinity in motherhood, so be it. For mother is the word that will define a righteous woman made perfect in the highest degree of the celestial kingdom, a woman who has qualified for eternal increase in posterity, wisdom, joy, and influence."


"I know, I absolutely know, that these doctrines about our divine role are true, and that when understood they bring peace and purpose to all women. My dear sisters, whom I love more than I know how to express, will you rise to the challenge of being mothers in these perilous times, though doing so may test the last ounce of your endurance and courage and faith? Will you stand steadfast and immovable as a mother in Israel and a woman of God? Our Father and His Only Begotten Son have given us a sacred stewardship and a holy crown in their kingdom. May we rejoice in it. And may we be worthy of Their trust. In the name of Jesus Christ, amen."

Wednesday, June 1

A Special Day

I was, in spite of my usual self, 15 minutes early as I pulled out of the drive.

We get there with PLENTY of time to spare.
So I assume.
I'm lugging a diaper bag, another heavy bag holding our incredibly ancient video camera and a 10 month old on my hip.
I was the crazy lady rushing through the parking lot pleading with her 3 yr. old.
At first I was playful. Joyful, even! :)
"Hussle Muscle!"
"I'm gonna beat you!"
"Pick up those feet!"
"Marching. Marching. We Are Marching!"
You get the idea.
And then as the weight of my load and the sun mercilessly beginning to cook me, causing me to sweat buckets and lose my "perfectly coifed hair", my catchy tunes and phrases went from kind and patient plees to ugly threats.
{imagine my teeth clenched} "Joshua. James. If you do not hurry up and get up here and walk by me I am going to be SO mad at you."
"Jooooosh! Ruuuuun! Uggghhhh!"
"Coooooome! Ooooooooon!"
It didn't matter.
The back row had 3 empty seats waiting for us.

I will tell you briefly the tender moment between a son & his Mother.

I spot him immediately.
He patiently scans the large room.
Not ever assuming that his loving Mother would be late to his own graduation and she'd be standing on the chairs in the VERY BACK ROW!
Finally. Our eyes meet.
I want to shout his name. I'm waving my arms and my flags (aka: flabby arms) are whippin' like crazy. I'm smiling as BIG as I can, hoping he can read my face and everything I WISH I could scream across to him.
"I love you, son. Mommy is SO proud of you. You are wonderful & beautiful. Oh! I love you!"
But all I can do is smile huge and wave, standing on the chairs in the back row.
Have I mentioned yet that I'm on the BACK ROW!?

And then I see it. He reads my face. I know he does. I can FEEL it!
He very tenderly but excitedly begins blowing his precious, priceless kisses straight at me!
Those same kisses that he's promised to save for only me until he marries!
Seriously folks.
I am not ashamed to tell you that right then and there,
standing on those teeny tiny wobbly chairs in the BACK ROW of that small cafeteria,
a sound came out of my throat and I began to cry.
Me. Crying. In a room full of people. I was mortified and yet I didn't care at all!
(It's another story for another time but he recently added his Mama to "The List!")


The little celebrities sang some songs, their names were called by their loving teachers, they shook their principal's hand and received their Kindergarten Graduation Diplomas.

I was a bonafide member of the paparazzi today as the flahes from our point & shoot cameras competed for "NUMBER ONE FAN/PARENT" status!

My little celebrity with Kindergarten teacher Mrs. Flores.
I haven't determined if the "Angry Joshy" in this shot is a continuation of the mean mommy threats in the parking lot, or because I demanded he stop what he was doing and smile for a camera. I'm thinking it was probably both.
But who are we kidding? When aren't Joshy's settings on a low simmer?
As her, self-proclaimed, protector Jaxon proudly escorted Luci Jo everywhere.
He introduced her to anyone and everyone who would care to listen long enough,
as "my sweet baby sister Luci." {pronounced woo-see}


Then we appropriately celebrated by ditching school early, a miniature couponing trip* and playing for a good 2 hours at Chik-fil-A with one another!
Joshy cheered up! Apparently all he needed was some hugs, attention and food!
Home and responsibility was demanding my attention so we bid farewell to our little private play quarters and headed home.

It all went downhill from there.
The boys were being such ... such ... BOYS!
Growling! Punching! Fighting! Snarling! Biting! Kicking! Teasing! Wrestling!

After everyone, including myself, was tired of listening to me yell and whine about my boys being boys we ended up outside.
We stayed there until Eric came home.

Ahhhh. Join me as I sigh. Relief.


A Special Day, indeed.

*In case you cared, and I know most of you don't, but I don't really care, it's my blog and I can brag if I want to ...
I scored 2 FREE full-size Banana Boat Sunscreens! It really WAS a magically special day!

Tuesday, May 17

This particular day it was raining.
It was beautiful. Cool & Clean.I love the rain. We were on our way to the store.
I turned on Tchaikovsky's classics for the short ride.
I parked. Turned off the car and said, "Alright! Everyone unbuckle!"
I turn around to find the boys both sleeping and Luci smiling back at me happily. We stayed in that parking lot for 45 minutes that day.
The boys napped peacefully,
Luci and I played in the front seats and enjoyed the sounds of the rain accompanied by the sweet sounds of classical music.
I love classical music.

Saturday, May 14

a taste-test

I spot a dead, dried-up, squished snake in the road yesterday.
I excitedly call the boys over, knowing they'll love it.
They did.
We talk about what happened to it.
Where are it's parent's? Was it poisonous? Boy or Girl? That sorta thing.
I explain that this could be their similar fates if they don't start looking for cars when crossing the street!!
I go back to visiting with our neighbor and ask the boys to please not touch the dead, dried-up, squished snake ... or ELSE!
They laugh.
My kids so don't take me seriously.
I turn my head and before I've resumed the conversation Jaxon yells,
"Mom! Oh! My! Gosh! The dead snake tastes just like COW!"
Yes. Yes, he did.
Oh! My! Gosh! is right!
Eeeeeeeeewwwwwwww!!

My little taste-tester son didn't have to beg too hard or long to get me to help him make cookies tonight.
He's happily eating his portioned dough from his spoon when he says to me,
Mom! Oh! My! Gosh! This cookie dough tastes just like ... like ... like YOU!"
I laugh.
"Oh really. I taste like cookie dough. How do you know?"
"Well let me see."
He licks my arm.
Great.
"Yep. You taste just like cookie dough, Mom."

I'm really not that surprised.

Friday, May 13

I was Spoiled

How many times have I said this:
Eric is a WAY better stay-at-home-mother than I am!
I walked in the door from a 9 day vacation, visiting my FABULOUS BFF and her FABULOUS children and equally FABULOUS husband,(more on this later)


to a smell which is foreign to my senses.
CLEAN AND LEMON-SCENTED!

I was also welcomed home with various cards & signs decorated with t-rex dinosaurs and pteranodons!


A little birdie told Eric that I was shopping for a pair of must-have nude pumps to add to my suffering wardrobe.



I mean, let's be honest. What color doesn't go with nude? Nude pumps can be worn with any color. Red, Pink, White, Black, Navy, Brown, Green, etc.

Much to my amazement, I had 3 pairs of shoes carefully selected for me to choose from, laying out on the table. So fun, right!?
Unfortunately none of them worked. :(
I felt like a hooker in all of them. Truthfully!
I suppose I'm just not meant to feel cute and sexy anymore. My time has passed.
I'm, sadly, more comfortable in ballet flats, plain boring black stilettos or flip-flops. Seriously.
It's so sad.

He also surprised me with a huge dry erase board complete with cleaner and several markers, for our homeschooling efforts this summer. SO excited!

Then Mother's Day was just a few days later and I was spoiled with hand painted rocks,
more cards, a one-night romantic get-away, an awesome cook book



and a TIMEX heart monitor watch.



Eric went above-and-beyond this year, covering all the bases to ensure our mini-reunion and my mother's day weekend were most memorable! To someone else this may seem small and anti-climactic, but for me it was wonderful and I was SO spoiled!

Saturday, April 16

Tri-6

Well this weekend marked the beginning of the end of Tri-6 at Parker University with 9 Finals in:


  1. Clinic

  2. Advanced Clinical Diagnosis

  3. Bone Pathology

  4. Physiotherapy

  5. Activator Methods

  6. Chiropractic Philosophy

  7. Chiropractic Business

  8. Communications

  9. Emergency Care
This Trimester had it's usual challenging courses, but throw in the mix Clinic Entrance exam for Outpatient. Started student clinic. Classes started in the morning at 7 a.m. and the Clinic closed at 7 p.m. EVERY.DAY. and the National Boards Part II were in March. So ... I don't know who is anticipating this upcoming break with more excitement & joy ... Me or Eric. I'll let you decide!

Sunday, April 10

In An Effort

In an effort to follow the counsel of my husband and "exercise my left brain", (try, as i did, to restrain from eye-rolling) I am making a list. I am writing. I am journaling. It's boring, but it's my list. (whatever. it's supposed to help.)

We all go through phases. Some last longer than others.

My children used to refuse praying aloud. As a family, at bed-time, over meals ... it was always a challenge. And I was sad and worried about it.
Well ... I've gotta say ... "be careful what you PRAY for!" Right now we're going through the "lets-fight-over-who-prays" phase.

A whole different kind of challenge.
Their prayers are actually really genuine and quite funny.

Examples: "pwease bwess mommy to not make bad choices."
"pwease bwess daddy to not bwake his weg again."

"fank you fo' baby wuci. we wuv her."
"pwease help joshie to not bite."

and of course: "pwease bwess unca spencer on his mission."


Luci is crawling all over the place. Babbling. Drooling. Pulling herself up on things. And getting too old, too smart, too fast. And her beautiful, curly dark brown hair can all fit into one single little pony-tail on the top of her sweet little head.



The strawberries here are HUGE and YUMMY and CHEAP!


I crave zucchini. Weird, I know.


But seriously, just before bed last night, I slowly sliced and ate an entire zucchini one cut at a time. I am SO my Father. (Don't tell him I said that.) ;)


I moved from 5 lb. to 8 lb. weights in my biceps/triceps workout. Don't Laugh.


I love the scriptures, specifically Jacob, right now. I love the Ensign. I loved conference. I loved sacrament meeting today. I loved Sunday School. I loved Relief Society. I love being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.


Eric's "break" is just around the corner. I confidently speak for EVERYone in this family when I say, "Oh, sweet relief."

Sunday, March 27



It serves it's purpose as exercise, time with friends, and some serious clear-your-head time.


Eric's been playing Church ball weekly since before forever. I love it, encourage him and try not to grumble when he's away for that additional hour or so. I understand his passion and he always comes home red, sweaty and mildly giddy!


The team he played with was moving their way through the Stake Basketball tournament. (Later we learned that they WON the whole Tournament! YAY! LC1st Ward!) I'll spare you the play-by-play because I'm not smooth like that. He went up to "tip a ball" and came down hard on an everted foot. He heard a pop and fell to the floor. Lots of Pain. He immediately started diagnosing himself with a popped tendon or torn ligament then later with a severe ankle sprain. He was carried off the court and given a large bag of ice and a couple ibuprofren.


The next few days proved to be quite difficult with 3 days of tests for his *National Boards and a very painful injury. The Deweys came to the rescue with crutches for him to get around easier.

He absolutely could put NO pressure or weight on the foot without extreme discomfort.

After many priesthood blessings he made it through the tests.


Monday he had X-rays. The X-rays showed a broken fibula and "jacked up" ankle. Eric will be annoyed with the lack of all medical terms, but I don't really care. He was shocked. I was shocked. So NOW what?


Tuesday was the ER.

Wednesday was the Orthopedic Specialist.

Thursday was the surgery.

Friday, Saturday & Sunday was the rest and recovery.

Monday was back to school.


Warning: Do Not Google broken fibula. It gives me the heeby-jeebies!


So in the long and short of things:

Eric got hurt. Bad. A man, who though fit and active his whole life, and who never so much as sprained an ankle or popped a knuckle, broke. his. leg.

You never ever know when this beautiful life will throw you a curve ball. He has not complained once. He is so positive. He is so trusting of his Father in Heaven. He is so faithful. Even when I'm not quite sure how we're going to get through. Eric leads our family far out in front, holding a shining light for us to follow ... even on crutches!

If it's possible I love him even MORE!

I am so grateful for the love, support, help and encouragement, prayers and faith of family, neighbors and friends!

*The purpose of the National Board of Chiropractic Examiners is to establish and maintain uniform high standards of excellence in the chiropractic profession and chiropractic education, primarily but not exclusively by preparing and administering to qualified applicants examinations of superior quality, whereby those legal agencies which govern the practice of chiropractic within each state and other countries may accept, at their discretion, those individuals who have successfully completed any part of the examinations of the National Board of Chiropractic Examiners, and by providing test and measurement services to the chiropractic profession in all areas of demonstrated need, and to advance the chiropractic profession when in the best interests of the corporation and chiropractic testing.

Friday, March 11

Bad Mood

I'm coughing.
Jaxon's coughing.
Joshy's coughing.

Luci's coughing.
Eric is happy, healthy and wise.
But not here.
Board Reviews all weekend.
Again.
He walks in the door and exerts all of his energy just to stay awake.

He fails miserably. I feel bad for him. Luci doesn't.
She thinks it's funny.

Luci woke up this morning with her eyes glued shut.
I've never seen anything like it.
A warm wash cloth and warm bath did the trick.

She ate.
She laid on me and
She's sleeping again.
Where was Joshy while I took 10 minutes to feed and hold Luci?
Oh, don't worry.
Opening the box of strawberries and
biting the tops of of each one and
throwing the rest on the UNMOPPED kitchen floor.

Eeeeewwwwww. But It's okay. I'm used to it.
This is what my couch looked like yesterday.

And the day before that.

Seriously. It's okay.
I'm used to it by now.
But it DOES put me in a bad mood.
And then he goes and builds a genius spider robot thingy.

Best toy ever. Trio Building Blocks.

So, I took a MUSCLE BLAST class the other night.
Great workout. It's exactly what it sounds like.
A 60 minute class that blasts every single muscle in your body!
Seriously. It was awesome. It hurt like the dickens.
What does that even mean?
Anyway, I'm SO sore today.
Why does it take my body almost 2 days to feel the hurt?

I'm at a frustrating stage.
Somewhere in between Post-pregnancy and Pre-fit.
Maternity clothes are far too big on me right now.
But the clothes I Love and want to be wearing are far too small on me right now.
So I'm stuck wearing Pajamas or jeans that are too tight
or tops that hug the wrong places.
I'd rather just be pregnant again or skinny, like, NOW!
Why does it take my body TWO MONTHS of solid work-outs to be in my clothes?

Postponed Trips to see my family put me in a bad mood.
Clothes that don't fit put me in a bad mood.
1/2 eaten strawberries on the kitchen floor puts me in a bad mood.
Being sick and sick kids put me in a bad mood.
Ketchup all over my couch puts me in a bad mood.
Board Reviews put me in a bad mood.
Never seeing my husband and feeling like roommates puts me in a bad mood.
"No use crying over Spilled Milk."
??? WHO CAME UP WITH THAT ???
... it makes me cry.

Friday, February 25

Spoiled Much?





Look at the trust and admiration:


I have nothing to do with this supportive and helpful attitude that Jaxon exhibits when near his sister, Luci.
When he sees her struggling to crawl, hold a bottle, pick up a puff, reach her blankie, he is there to rescue her and she knows it!
She will hollar and whine and fuss and squeal
until her big brother gives her what she wants.
And he always does.
He's a sucker for her.
Oh dear.
Spoiled Much?

Wednesday, February 23

Hello, Sunshine! Goodbye, Yellow! {TUTORIAL}

Like a ray of sunshine streaming in through the clouds,
a little yellow - on furniture, accessories or nature -
brightens the outlook of an entire room or ensemble.

I mean, what bathroom is complete without the lovable yellow rubber ducky?
The Queen of England is even rumored to have one!

And who doesn't want to snuggle up and read a book on this happy chair?

Or enjoy a vase full of tulipy sunshine?
{made that word up. are you impressed yet?}

Or own these stone & pearl studded bangles from India?

Sorry I got a little carried away when googling yellow!

One instance where yellow can be an unwelcome sight
- not to mention poopy diapers, even though I just did,
sorry for the mental image, but it's my reality around here -
is when TEETH are yellowed!
All together now ... "Eeeeewwww!"

In an effort not to embarrass any family members or friends
I've chosen to work on an image of a beautiful celebrity in one of her not-so-fine moments, including the hideously pink lipstick!

1st open the photo you want to work with and
Zoom into the mouth area.
That was simple enough.

Next using your Lasso Tool, loosely select the yellow area.
This does not need to be perfect. Don't stress.

Now we're going to Feather our selection
by right clicking inside the dotted lines.
Feathering allows you to select an image, or a portion of an image,
in this case, yellow teeth,
and soften the edges with a slightly hazy, blending effect, as opposed to a hard edge.
Set your Feather Radius at,
depending on your image, anywhere from 3 - 5 pixels.

Once we've selected and feathered the area
create an Adjustment Layer by clicking on the 1/2 moon
in your Layers Palette and select Hue/Saturation.

Now under the Edit options, select ... take a wild guess ...
YELLOW!
Then drag the Saturation bar clear down to ZERO.
I didn't get a picture of it, but after looking at the finished image
with the saturation set to zero it looked a little unnatural,
so I bumped the yellow saturation up a little to something like 14.

Then select Master under the Edit settings in Hue/Saturation
and pull the Lightness bar up to where it looks good to you.
In this case I kept it around the 20's.

Click OK.
Zoom Out.
Deselect if you must by pressing
Ctrl+D

And there you have it. No whitening strips were used and you get a
natural looking whiter smile in just a few seconds.
Now go find some embarrassing images of your family and friends and whiten their smiles for them. Go ahead. I dare ya! They'll thank you for it later. I promise!