Sunday, March 8, 2009
Insult to injury
Friday, March 6, 2009
Holy sick!!!
Monday, March 2, 2009
One of my favorite Psalms
Hear my cry, O God; attend unto my prayer.
From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
For thou hast been a shelter for me, and a strong tower from the enemy.
I will abide in thy tabernacle for ever: I will trust in the covert of thy wings. Selah.
For thou, O God, hast heard my vows: thou hast given me the heritage of those that fear thy name.
Thou wilt prolong the king's life: and his years as many generations.
He shall abide before God for ever: O prepare mercy and truth, which may preserve him.
So will I sing praise unto thy name for ever, that I may daily perform my vows.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
im alive
Friday, February 20, 2009
When frusterations mount. (or rather, me venting)

Thursday, February 19, 2009
My dishwasher agitates me.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Cheesy-poofs and a new job?

Good news, I hope.
Friday, February 13, 2009
For the Un-Valentines
Thursday, February 12, 2009
MIA

I know I've been MIA for a few days, but I just havent felt up to doing much. Every morning I have a routine of things I read on the internet, and one of them just happens to be the comic strip For Better or For Worse by Lynn Johnston. This was todays strip and I couldnt agree with it more. Yes I am greatful for all the rights women have, that we arent drug around by the hair when a man wants something, but really... we are female. Not male. Our bodies were made to look good in dresses, our features are softer and more gentle, and our maternal instincts do show up at one time or another. In my opinion, if women were supposed to be exactly like men, why would He give us such wonderfully different gifts? Anywho, I am in no mood to research this topic and write an essay, I just got back from working out and it almost killed me.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
13 minutes of Reassurance
Thursday, February 5, 2009
A life on hold.
the hum of my noisy fridge
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Seeing
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a mess that needs attention
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Smelling
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Oatmeal.
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Praying
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Thanking
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Reading
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Eating
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Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Nothing says welcome to pregnancy better than a hard boiled egg.

(they are laughing at me, I know it.)
Monday, February 2, 2009
Better Late than Never...

Friday, January 30, 2009
Little Miss Book
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Good News/Bad News

Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Schtuff.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
More new treasures
Friday, January 23, 2009
This is the most awesome thing ever!
Rambling on
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Can I go to sleep yet?
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Babies: Part Two
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Mold.
Monday, January 19, 2009
I finally figured it out!
BABIES!!
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
Do I have to?
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
I need your input.
Its been 4 days already?
Friday, January 9, 2009
I cant think of a title.
So today was day 1 of job interviewing. I had one at 10:30 today at Modern Day Mommies, a site from women for women offering women empowerment services. (by that I mean dula's, healthcare, perinatal care, etc.) It turned out to be a position in sales, which wouldnt be so bad, but the company is so green, and it is commission, and I need a job now that is either salary or hourly. So that didnt work out. The lady who heads the company is super nice though, I'd love to work for her. Perhaps down the road.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
In Defense of Us Crazed Arteeests
I didnt write this, but as a poet, artist and imaginist, I agree with the reasoning, or rather lack of reasoning this passage gives.
"Let us begin, then, with the madhouse; from this evil and fantastic inn let us set forth on our intellectual journey. Now, if we are to glance at the philosophy of sanity, the first thing to do in the matter is to blot out one big and common mistake. There is a notion adrift everywhere that imagination, especially mystical imagination, is dangerous to man's mental balance. Poets are commonly spoken of as psychologically unreliable; and generally there is a vague association between wreathing laurels in your hair and sticking straws in it. Facts and history utterly contradict this view. Most of hte very great poets have been not only sane, but extremely businesslike; and if Shakespeare ever really held horses, it was because he was much the safest man to hold them. Imagination does not breed insanity. Exactly what does breed insanity is reason. Poets do not go mad; but chess-players do. Mathematicians go mad, and cashiers; but creative artists very seldom. I am not, as will be seen, in any sense attacking logic: I only say that this danger does lie in logic, not in imagination. Artistic parternity is as wholesome as physical paternity. Moreover, it is worthy of remark that when a poet really was morbid it was commonly because he had some weak spot of rationality on his brain. Poe, for instance, really was morbid; not because he was poetical, but because he was specially analytical. Even chess was too poetical for him he disliked chess because it was ful of knights and castles, like a poem. He avowedly preferred the black discs of draughts, because they were more like the mere black dots on a diagram. Perhaps the strongest case of all is this: that only one great English poet went mad, Cowper. And he was definitely driven mad by logic, by the logic of predistination. Poetry was not the disease, but the medicine; poetry partly kept him in health. He could sometimes forget the red and thirsty hell to which is hedious necessitarianism dragged him among the wide waters and the white flat lilies of the Ouse. He was damned by John Calvin he was almost saved by John Gilpin. Everywhere we see that men do not go mad by dreaming. Critics are much madder than poets. Homer is complete and calm enough; it is his critics who tear him into extravagant tatters. Shakespeare is quite himself; it is only some of his critics who have discovered that he was somebody else. And though St. John the Evangelist saw many strange monsters in his vision, he saw no creature so wild as one of his own commentators. The general fact is simple. Poetry is sane because it floats easily in an infinite sea; reason seeks to cross the infinite sea, and so make it finite. The result is mental exhaustion, like the physical exhaustion of Mr. Holbein. To accept everything is an exercise, to understand everything is a strain. The poet only desires exaltation and expansion, a world to stretch himself in. The poet only ask to get his head into the heavens. It is the logician who seeks to get the heavens into his head. And it is his head that splits."--G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Fun Stuff
Found this on a blog I frequent, One Thing. Thought it'd be fun. You're supposed to go through the list and BOLD everything that you have done.
1. Started your own blog
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity (I’m throwing this question out because I don’t like it)
7. Been to Disneyland/world
8. Climbed a mountain.
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang a solo
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Taught yourself an art from scratch
15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown your own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitch hiked
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a Marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29 Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33 Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught yourself a new language
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David
41 Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal in a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
45 Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie (do home movies count?)
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia (does Kazahkstan count?)
60 Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies
62. Gone whale watching
63. Gotten flowers for no reason
64 Donated blood, platelets, or plasma
65. Gone sky diving
66 Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67 Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten Caviar
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle
79 Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book (are they trying to make me cry?)
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Read the entire Bible
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating (ew!)
88. Had chickenpox
89. Saved someone’s life (not to my knowledge)
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club
93. Lost a loved one
94. Had a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a lawsuit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee
Monday, January 5, 2009
Job stuff and Squirrel Nut Zippers

Well so far this year has been fairly uneventful...lol for the first 5 days anyways! Zac had time off for New Years, which was nice. But I think he was happy to go back to work, because up here it is really hard to do anything without spending money. We used to just go hang out at our parents house and bum out with siblings which was always fun, but we dont know anyone here. I think I am getting a package... the mail man just stopped infront of my door.
Friday, January 2, 2009
back

Hello again. I am back and feeling better. Thanks for all the concern... I was not feeling well at all!! Sorry if I alarmed everyone, but life really did suck for that day or two.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Bear with me...
Sunday, December 28, 2008
4 days until 2009!
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Its too early to think of a title for this post.

It is 6:30 am. In the morning. In the early freakin morning. And Im not sleepy. Why? I ask aloud. I was dreaming the most awesome dream, it was an encore presentation to the book I was reading last night. In my dream the castle actually got stormed by the bad guys and the entire land was thrown into darkness... I, nearly escaping death a few times, got in close with the enemy ranks as an undercover being, leading on as if I truly were subverted by the Dark Lord to his followers, and yet always going back to my band of good guys with the knowledge I gained to try to break things apart from the inside and restore happiness and sunshine to all the land. The detail was so good and the dialogue was awesome, and then Zacs alarm jarred me awake. So I sent him off to work, fully intending to go back to bed to finish off saving the world, and now I cant sleep. I know if I forced myself to, I would wind up with a huge ol' headache and then be sleeping until 11:30. I know this because every other time I go back to bed that happens. I just cant get up at 8am. Ever. Here is the kicker.... IM YAWNING LIKE CRAZY but Im not sleepy.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Its a good day.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Snow Beanies
It hasnt stopped snowing. Yesterday we went out side, 5 inches of snow, with 1/2 inch solid ice on top of it. Every where. Even on the other side of town. (We had to go buy more sand bags for the truck. Yes I know it was Sunday. Church was cancelled by the way, 2nd week in a row.) Look at the distance between my fingers. It took 45 minutes to chip the ice off my car. It looked like someone dumped water on my car just as it was freezing. My lock had 1/2 inch of ice on it. So a bathtub of hot water later....



