tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77443652436889855442024-03-13T12:03:42.117-06:00Six In TowExcerpts from the life of a frazzled mother of 6 and wife of 1.Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985867224046023238noreply@blogger.comBlogger79125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744365243688985544.post-71708111319181809392011-03-12T07:43:00.011-07:002011-03-12T08:47:08.051-07:00A Day in the Life...Yesterday was one of those days...<br /><br />1. Our new bird, Baby...she got out. The front door was open and she flew out into one of our trees. After trying to get her, using a ladder, her cage and a fishing net, she was gone. She got a taste of freedom and that's all it took.<br /><br />Savannah and Baby...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEvI6m5we0Z58x8Hj5tfKHh7YuK0q5VUbT8wCN-tIPrzjTANydbHiBFL8_1Xa7QW7CrtbAqFiE6mbFYshPSsCuz0oQuuMMb5AZZH5_j5PVcqCplRJlzrSMqe-meZV0a79MC14IEZNEFPBh/s1600/SANY2192.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEvI6m5we0Z58x8Hj5tfKHh7YuK0q5VUbT8wCN-tIPrzjTANydbHiBFL8_1Xa7QW7CrtbAqFiE6mbFYshPSsCuz0oQuuMMb5AZZH5_j5PVcqCplRJlzrSMqe-meZV0a79MC14IEZNEFPBh/s320/SANY2192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583217385063517954" /></a><br /><br /><br />2. I got a denial letter for health insurance for my kids because I didn't get the paperwork in on time. Um, yes I did, actually. After a brief temper-tantrum on my part, I decided I'd give them a lovely phone call on Monday.<br /><br />3. We got the leaves raked up in the front yard, but there they sit in the trailer because...our suburban has a flat tire--hauling them to the composte dump will have to wait.<br /><br />4. We took our kids to see Savannah in "Fiddler on the Roof"...one of these kids is nearly 2 years old. Need I say more? We could've used a mop to clean up the sweat that accumulated from John after he tried to wrangle/contain/quiet Lincoln for 90 minutes.<br /><br />5. Because of the bird incident, John and I weren't able to squeeze in a little date before the play, like we had planned. I need our dates like fish need water. It's what gets me through the week.<br /><br />6. I balanced our checkbook...enough said.<br /><br />But, really none of this matters. Seeing Savannah dance and sing was wonderful and we surprised her with some roses afterwards. The look on her face was priceless. It seems that even if a million things go wrong, the few things that go right make it all worth it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpLjKpFF63EdRHkyYKhj5w08YYxBCCrle3qS0YWTJGms9eGbzGnTPiEIa7x7V1q88Z3agIfnEmnQwJ-ThwDV6Dup1b4A06wDcSe5qvROn7x4c37V_CJBVz2zNRkEU4xq8Aj-WA67wEqYC0/s1600/SANY2197.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpLjKpFF63EdRHkyYKhj5w08YYxBCCrle3qS0YWTJGms9eGbzGnTPiEIa7x7V1q88Z3agIfnEmnQwJ-ThwDV6Dup1b4A06wDcSe5qvROn7x4c37V_CJBVz2zNRkEU4xq8Aj-WA67wEqYC0/s320/SANY2197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583215236761348546" /></a>Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985867224046023238noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744365243688985544.post-61760955506030562342011-03-04T08:57:00.002-07:002011-03-04T09:04:08.012-07:00I Am The LuckiestThe past week has been a whirlwind of emotion for me. I feel so overwhelmed, but so very lucky. There is something so sweet about the love of a mother. And I have been so blessed to have the love of 3 mothers. <br /><br />First, there is my birth mother, Tina. She loved me so much, that she gave me up so that I could have a life she felt she couldn't provide. She was unselfish and gave me to a mother who couldn't have children.<br /><br />Next, I had my mom, Pamela. She was given the gift of 3 children by adoption. She raised me right. She taught me the gospel. She helped me whenever I needed help (and still does). She has loved me for all of these years, even when I have disappointed her. She took care of me.<br /><br />And finally, I have my mother-in-law, Marcia. I don't see her very much anymore, but she is a great example to me. She accepted me and my children into her family immediately and has loved us all.<br /><br />I am so lucky.Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985867224046023238noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744365243688985544.post-18736291503898313242011-03-01T18:30:00.002-07:002011-03-01T18:35:48.504-07:00Fantabulous NewsSimply stated: I am adopted and this past weekend, I found and talked to both of my birth parents. It has been such a blessing and I am so happy!Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985867224046023238noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744365243688985544.post-666103939724070542011-02-23T23:41:00.004-07:002011-02-23T23:47:50.967-07:00Question and AnswerI've had a lot on my mind lately...some questions that have gone unanswered. Also I have been struggling with some feelings that I haven't been quite sure what to do with. One piece of wisdom I've picked up lately is "Do the next obedience", or in other words, "Do the next right thing." So tonight, even though it was inconvenient, I did the next right thing and went to a place I needed to be. And the answers came. I am so thankful for having other people in my life that will share their experiences and feelings so that I can learn. It is so true that often our prayers are answered through other people.Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985867224046023238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744365243688985544.post-15992394949813584442011-02-16T11:12:00.007-07:002011-02-16T11:40:55.119-07:00Be Quiet!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLR-ZDEgfk1UN1yZJGt4WCyYQ1etM91e2PVwq6D-ni8VXeEaGxrOWRlonFn5FjMoN4G4VsA5pnmKO6d2mQW_k6fpSNo9x3BvBvSYeKAOuLg5JvdZPYiVyr_t5GGCdvi79xRt7cw_gY2BmG/s1600/blah.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLR-ZDEgfk1UN1yZJGt4WCyYQ1etM91e2PVwq6D-ni8VXeEaGxrOWRlonFn5FjMoN4G4VsA5pnmKO6d2mQW_k6fpSNo9x3BvBvSYeKAOuLg5JvdZPYiVyr_t5GGCdvi79xRt7cw_gY2BmG/s320/blah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574358446118939746" /></a><br />In Titus 2:5 it says that women should be discreet. I looked up discreet in the dictionary and it means to be careful about what one says or does. Then in Alma 7:23, we are counseled to be easily entreated. This means to be approachable, accessible, and to listen. These 2 scriptures helped me realize that I need to be quiet and listen more. <br /><br />Sometimes I come away from a conversation and I have a sinking feeling because I know I talked too much and perhaps even dominated the conversation. I also know that at times I SAY too much. I give too much information. I am learning that just because I think something doesn't mean I need to say it. I am trying to be more thoughtful about what I say. I also just need to BE QUIET!!Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985867224046023238noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744365243688985544.post-67328629250973692612011-02-09T10:39:00.004-07:002011-02-09T11:01:59.413-07:00Be Still And Know That I Am GodI think I may have shared this story in an earlier blog, so I apologize, but it very much illustrates what I want to share in this post.<br /><br />Without going into any specifics, I am struggling with some things in my life right now, as most of us are. I mean, really, when is there never something to overcome, work on, or deal with in our lives? As I have taken a personal inventory of my life, I recognize a common theme. And that is of self-will. I pit my will against God's. I try to get (or, more accurately, force, manipulate, control) others to do what I think they should. *sigh* And so here's the story:<br /><br />When I was a little girl, my Mom would rock us kids to sleep. I remember, with fondness, many of the songs she would sing. But, something I don't recall, but my Mom does, is that I wasn't an easy child to rock. Instead of lying in my Mother's arms and letting her rock me as she sang, I would lean forward and backward, trying to dictate to her how fast or slow I wanted the rocking to be. I was trying to make her rock me at my pace and not hers! I wasn't still. Needless to say, it frustrated her. <br /><br />This has continued. But it has continued in my relationship with my Heavenly Father. How many times have I asked Him to bless me and then go on to dictate to Him exactly how to do that? How many times has the Holy Ghost whispered to me and I ignored it? How many times have I been angry because my Father in Heaven allowed something horrible to happen to me or a loved one? How many times have I been disobedient? Impatient? Prideful? More times than I'd care to admit, I'm afraid.<br /><br />I am working on learning to trust in God. Today in my reading, I came upon this passage and I'd like to share it here:<br /><br />"Those who have done needlepoint know it's important which side of the fabric to display. One side is full of crisscrossing threads and tiny knots that make the design difficult to recognize. But when it's turned over, the entire picture comes into view. I have always loved the following poem about a needlepoint or weaving design. It helps me trust God when I can't understand why things happen the way they do.<br /><br /><em>My life is but a weaving between my God and me,<br />I cannot choose the colors He worketh steadily.<br />Oftimes He weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride,<br />Forget that He seeth the upper, and I the under side.<br />Not till the loom is silent and the shuttles cease to fly,<br />Shall God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why.<br />The dark threads are as needful in the Weaver's skillful hand,<br />As the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned.</em>"<br /><br />From When Times Are Tough by John Bytheway, poem by Al Bryant.<br /><br />Wow. I know that I need to be still and know that God is in charge. I can be sure of His love for me. I can work on keeping my side of the street and not concerning myself with how well other's are keeping their side. It is hard. It doesn't come naturally for me to not control. But, I know that I can overcome this weakness. I know that I can trust God and in His plan for me!Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985867224046023238noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744365243688985544.post-10173200480412833882011-02-01T07:08:00.005-07:002011-02-01T07:44:27.445-07:00Mirror, Mirror On The WallI don't know about you, but many times (maybe everytime) I look in the mirror, I am bombarded with negative thoughts about my appearance. It honestly feels like Satan himself has unleashed dozens, or maybe hundreds of his minions to whisper horrible things about my body in my ear. Then, they proceed to follow me around throughout the rest of the day to tell me negative things about what I'm doing and who I am! This is honestly how I have lived my life for many years...just listening to those thoughts and believing them.<br /><br />But lately, through a change in habits and adding prayer and scripture study into my life, I have realized that those thoughts don't plague me quite as often. And, in fact, I had a rather wonderful impression about those thoughts, especially the ones about my body.<br /><br />Satan doesn't have a body. He is jealous of all of us that do. And Satan's main objective is to make us miserable like he is. He wants us to hate and even destroy the body that our Father in Heaven gave to us. I started to think about the marvelous things that my body has done. It has carried 6 babies. It has fed them. I am able to walk. I am able to hug my children. Last night, I just started to think about the miracle of my hands. I am able to type. I am able to cook. I am able to write. I am able to fold laundry, drive a car, hold a book, pick up toys, etc. I thought about how hard it would be if I didn't have hands.<br /><br />But, I've also been studying a lot lately about the importance of caring for our bodies. Yes, my body is capable of doing many things. I am so grateful for it. I know, however, that I have not been kind to it. I am learning that caffeine and excess food dampens my ability to feel the spirit. And, believe me, I need to be able to have the spirit with me. I also have greatly reduced how often and how long I exercise and I can feel the difference.<br /><br />It's not so much about my physical appearance anymore. Although I do desire to improve how I look, I am more interested in being obedient. No, I don't drink, do drugs, or smoke, but am I really living the word of wisdom? Am I being obedient when I turn to food instead of to Him? I truly have discovered on the journey that I have recently begun, that my compulsive eating is a symptom of greater things. I have substituted turning to my Savior for help, with turning to food instead. It's really very sad. It's much more complex than this, but I think I can make my point by keeping it simple.<br /><br />I am so grateful for the feelings of peace and understanding that I have as I've turned my life and my will over to my Father in Heaven. It's not easy. It doesn't come natural for me to surrender and truly give up my will. I am so reliant on Him. I really agree whole-heartedly with the hymn, "I Need Thee Every Hour." Some days it's "I Need Thee Every Second." I know that I can't do anything without Him. Maybe for awhile I can believe the illusion that I create, that I can do everything by myself. But, it eventually becomes blindingly apparent that I can't do it by myself.<br /><br />"I do not boast in my own strength, nor in my own wisdom, but behold my joy is full, yea, my heart is brim with joy, and I will rejoice in my God. Yea, I know that I am nothing, as to my strength I am weak, therefore I will not boast of myself but I will boast of my God. For in his strength I can do all things." Alma 26:11-12Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985867224046023238noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744365243688985544.post-66431461539321683562011-01-29T17:42:00.003-07:002011-01-29T18:04:44.949-07:00Who Do You Turn To?Recently, I was listening to a talk by Sheri Dew. In it, she relates a story about how she and a group of women were together, visiting. A hot topic at the time came up, and all the women, (who in Sheri Dew's opinion were smart, spiritual, wonderful women) were discussing a recent Oprah Winfrey show on this topic. Sister Dew pointed out that at a recent General Relief Society meeting, this topic was also addressed by the Relief Sociey General President. None of the women attended the meeting. Sister Dew began feeling "excited" by the discussion. One of the women had a very busy life, and talked about how much she loves watching Oprah and never misses a show. Sister Dew knew the woman worked during the day and so, quite irritated asked, "You have time to watch Oprah everyday, but you couldn't find 90 minutes to go to a meeting where women of God, who receive divine inspiration for all of the women of the church AND the world, speaks to us?" The woman replied defensively that she recorded Oprah during the day and watched it later. <br /><br />She went on to say that there are many in the public who have bits of truth sprinkled into the world's way. So, it is all neatly packaged and appealing to many of us. But she posed the question, "Where do we turn first?"<br /><br />I thought about this. I am a fan of Dr. Laura. I read a lot of books when I'm struggling with something as a wife or mother or friend. I almost always turn to the world first. Dr. Laura has some good advice. (I don't like Oprah, but I know many do and may find her advice helpful.) There are a lot of "experts" out there in the media. But, do we turn to the Lord first? He who has all the answers? I haven't always, but I am desiring to do so now. <br /><br />I find myself turning more and more to the scriptures, to personal prayer, to Conference talks, and to the Ensign. We can get together as woman and talk about the difficulties of being a mother or being a wife. We can talk about how stressful it is to raise a family. But I testify that the clear and only way to truly know what is best and truly know what to do doesn't come from a friend's advice or from a radio show. It comes from the Lord. Plain and simple. I don't apologize for this opinion or feeling. I know it is true.<br /><br />It's funny, because I have friends who think that motherhood comes so easily for me. Ha Ha and another Ha!! They obviously don't know me. I have always struggled with worry of losing my identity in the mass of diapers, loads of laundry and the many hours spent taking care of others. But, recently, that worry has faded. As I've turned to my scriptures and read inspirational stories and talks by those who speak the truth, I have had an overwhelming feeling of peace that what I'm doing is the right thing.<br /><br />As long as I put VERY FIRST in my day, reading scriptures and praying, my day goes well. I find time to do the things I love that have nothing to do with my roles as wife and mother. It truly is an amazing thing to test out, if you haven't already. My day doesn't magically become easier and without difficulty, but I feel directed and lead to the things I should do first, that are most important and I have learned how to deal with the urgent in a much calmer way.<br /><br />I am so thankful for what I am learning. I am so thankful that I don't have to rely on the world and what it thinks I should do. What a confusing way to live! I am so thankful for the opportunity I have to be a mother. It really is all worth it.<br /><br />When times get tough, who do you turn to?Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985867224046023238noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744365243688985544.post-80752570221299684552011-01-10T08:56:00.006-07:002011-01-10T09:19:32.511-07:00Blonde Roots, Senility, or Just Plain Dumb?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYJUqXYLJ1wqlq7cdCi2iNDKtf1HnI1e1drra09VLGiK6ItWGHkANqlCi3VPQZHGX20PNxwRJWE55ivIcc2SvrIGBLkmb0EU8nprI2XQlHU9kZ5MlYuoD21MfHS1sqlLpX5Vw5qXWq9qLp/s1600/frazzled_mom1227369071.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYJUqXYLJ1wqlq7cdCi2iNDKtf1HnI1e1drra09VLGiK6ItWGHkANqlCi3VPQZHGX20PNxwRJWE55ivIcc2SvrIGBLkmb0EU8nprI2XQlHU9kZ5MlYuoD21MfHS1sqlLpX5Vw5qXWq9qLp/s320/frazzled_mom1227369071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560591060750470354" /></a><br />Friday night at about 8 pm, I became the epitomy of lame. John usually gets home from work about 5 after for his "lunch break." (My husband works from 4pm to 2am.) I had had a very busy day and was "relaxing" with the kids while we watched a movie for our traditional "Family Movie Night." (Unfortunately, true relaxing doesn't really occur until all the kids are asleep, which doesn't happen enough, in my opinion.) Anyway, so at about 5 after 8, Lincoln and I headed for the front door to wait for John, as we normally do. I became puzzled. The car was parked in the driveway. I knocked on the bathroom door to see if he had snuck in undetected and headed for the loo. But, nope, he wasn't there! I looked everywhere upstairs, and even hollered down the basement stairs, wondering if he had gone down there. Nope! I was so confused. I couldn't understand where he could be!! I picked up my phone and saw that he had left me a text. It simply said, "Hun?" At this point, I was wondering what the heck he was doing? I was actually getting a little ticked off. I mean, who comes home for a lunch break and then hides? Was this some lame attempt at one of his practical jokes? Were we playing some adult version of hide and seek? Now, really?? Yep, by now, I was absolutely frustrated!!<br /><br />No, my friends, no. I then looked on my phone and saw the first text that he had sent, that I hadn't noticed. It said. "You can come get me now." The time he sent it was about 10 minutes before 8pm. Yep, I had driven John to work that day! I had errands to run and since we are down to one car right now, I had to take him to work. I felt completely stupid at this point. I quickly called him and told him I was on my way. When I picked him up, I explained what happened and we had a really good laugh. Honestly, I don't think it's blonde roots, senility or just plain dumb. I think I'm just tired. I'm a tired, tired mom.Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985867224046023238noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744365243688985544.post-78272250886800021082010-12-23T18:35:00.002-07:002010-12-23T18:40:38.897-07:00R.I.P.Our trampoline died on December 21, 2010. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWgzhh-rZHho0Nc_1_WWDgXWxXYKIgORop2nmU4D-fLwu0KRRsVXOCXsjgGIksVOhvRiqFF3NDIh_O8fTVjlFzya_XT-W_vEQmjUljzqjtcmrl5wAwiO5TMCKJUplws0FShQG1OB5Ri1E2/s1600/SANY1482.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWgzhh-rZHho0Nc_1_WWDgXWxXYKIgORop2nmU4D-fLwu0KRRsVXOCXsjgGIksVOhvRiqFF3NDIh_O8fTVjlFzya_XT-W_vEQmjUljzqjtcmrl5wAwiO5TMCKJUplws0FShQG1OB5Ri1E2/s320/SANY1482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554057632295347762" /></a>Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985867224046023238noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744365243688985544.post-32731408733563790922010-12-17T11:51:00.006-07:002010-12-17T20:21:33.754-07:00Orange You Glad I Didn't Say Banana?The other night, after standing at the kitchen sink for an hour, doing dishes from the weekend (the ones that don't fit in the dishwasher), I headed to the basement to work on laundry. I was down there for about 10 minutes. I switched the loads, started a load and folded the clean laundry. While doing this, I could hear squeals of joy while Micah and Lincoln were playing upstairs. Bounce bounce...it sounded like they were playing catch.<br /><br />When I finished, I headed back upstairs and I noticed a smell. Wow, I thought, that lemon dish soap is strong! It smelt very, very citrusy. (Is that even a word?) I went into the front room and "stick, stick", my feet were sticking to the hardwood floor as I walked. "What happened in here?" I exclaimed. "Why is the floor all sticky?!" Wynter quietly says, "Micah and Lincoln were playing catch...with an orange."Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985867224046023238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744365243688985544.post-5726843874468802052010-12-09T15:55:00.006-07:002010-12-09T16:12:51.478-07:00A Couple of Good Questions, I'd Say<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9OY1eYKH6QjWMRvWVykkNC7aH22ziQMG1eUPPXMzOV_wafMuHFXx0BW9BpHog_OfJAwTODrH5sZnvB0KIWavdKm3JapDaefb1LXaolQrOeaBEzzCYMLmrMlIaNEA01JLjBrM9bFhSwYcw/s1600/thumbnailCA4Q2364.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9OY1eYKH6QjWMRvWVykkNC7aH22ziQMG1eUPPXMzOV_wafMuHFXx0BW9BpHog_OfJAwTODrH5sZnvB0KIWavdKm3JapDaefb1LXaolQrOeaBEzzCYMLmrMlIaNEA01JLjBrM9bFhSwYcw/s320/thumbnailCA4Q2364.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548823641602943442" /></a><br />Yesterday Micah watched Sesame Street, as he usually does before he goes to school. We got in the car and he asked, "Mom, how DO you get to Sesame Street?" Oh my. At first, I laughed because, although I have heard the theme song for many years, I had never really thought about it. "Can you tell me how to get, how to get to Sesame Street?" So, I looked up where it is filmed. It is filmed in Astoria, Queens, New York City, New York in the Kaufman Studios. The Cosby Show was also filmed there. So, I showed Micah where Sesame Street is on Google Maps. He thought it was pretty neat. Thanks to a friend who suggested I research this...<br /><br />About 2 weeks ago, I was sitting on the couch, brushing my hair after a shower. Hunter looked at me quizzically and asked, "Why are you brushing your hair, Mom? Is it Sunday?" Wow, I laughed and then told him no. What a funny guy. But, honestly, I think I must put my hair up so much into a pony tail or bun, that when I actually wash and style it, my kids think I'm getting primped up for church. *sigh* I should probably change that...Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985867224046023238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744365243688985544.post-80663140050168700042010-12-07T13:41:00.019-07:002010-12-07T19:18:52.409-07:00Birthday Fun<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbH0P9CN5U_5pt9V4xH3djVygEfB8iTVypBCdBleDNoRxfGaBlPI6x-PWRxXV2YgHObYAVEbBzySychR53nUMNrM0s0kK_LfId1qEODaoGqUNOY6VKZEIsr1Tieo6ANpMVGn3mICsg_4C5/s1600/SANY1149.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbH0P9CN5U_5pt9V4xH3djVygEfB8iTVypBCdBleDNoRxfGaBlPI6x-PWRxXV2YgHObYAVEbBzySychR53nUMNrM0s0kK_LfId1qEODaoGqUNOY6VKZEIsr1Tieo6ANpMVGn3mICsg_4C5/s320/SANY1149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548049078370257778" /></a><br />November is a busy month for us at the Watkins household! There are 2 birthdays, our wedding anniversary, and of course, Thanksgiving. <br /><br />Savannah had a boy/girl birthday celebration this year. We headed out...somewhere, um south-west of us, where Nutty Putty cave used to be, and played capture the flag. My mom watched the 3 youngest boys at her house and then John and I each drove a vehicle and hauled Savannah, several friends, and Mark and Wynter out to the boonies. We all had a lot of fun. I didn't get any pictures out there, but here are some afterwards at our house.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhA-ko4u6iTJXIQ0NB0E42ZS78L-nYFRNsZBtaRA_FiKvxeKv4s4W9N65xMYosG1xF1xTLdkG9KGKz-mD80bL2xSif0hX1KWqluq5js3Y7bxycGLMXsiwZy_svb9wQoBy58HQW1Wry8OmT/s1600/SANY1079.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhA-ko4u6iTJXIQ0NB0E42ZS78L-nYFRNsZBtaRA_FiKvxeKv4s4W9N65xMYosG1xF1xTLdkG9KGKz-mD80bL2xSif0hX1KWqluq5js3Y7bxycGLMXsiwZy_svb9wQoBy58HQW1Wry8OmT/s320/SANY1079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548045069222270882" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghBIt8e7Tjp0hNozxR54T_iFFQaCkAjC6WEE6osbyfy1KtNTm_4Zy6IWnxdmsafZDoQ4Csz4AyYAxZsvgcS-jWpA3rwMxx8TjPemTor_AD2ECw8rSO-RhpcYlF-KJ_D5p5h4cbEKX_wUdo/s1600/SANY1080.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghBIt8e7Tjp0hNozxR54T_iFFQaCkAjC6WEE6osbyfy1KtNTm_4Zy6IWnxdmsafZDoQ4Csz4AyYAxZsvgcS-jWpA3rwMxx8TjPemTor_AD2ECw8rSO-RhpcYlF-KJ_D5p5h4cbEKX_wUdo/s320/SANY1080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548046176443046290" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv3kIqj7JDyP7-hryLVv27qIAlivBcu4_B6p7kTx2ZUqhbXOwQxY2-rfC6FliHMMiDOKCkZ91Q4IgqFtnced_rNvRoIT4yyH7kaEsnJDx6DzQDt6NG7rfS8odQfZY_J_ABOXVJENTcNl4z/s1600/SANY1082.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv3kIqj7JDyP7-hryLVv27qIAlivBcu4_B6p7kTx2ZUqhbXOwQxY2-rfC6FliHMMiDOKCkZ91Q4IgqFtnced_rNvRoIT4yyH7kaEsnJDx6DzQDt6NG7rfS8odQfZY_J_ABOXVJENTcNl4z/s320/SANY1082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548046526502959970" /></a><br /><br />Savannah is excited to be able to attend church dances now. She is a wonderful daughter. She is turning into such a lovely young woman. And she is hilarious!!<br /><br />For Micah's 6th birthday, we went out to dinner as a family and celebrated at home. I can't believe Micah is 6 already! Time has gone by so quickly. He is loving kindergarten. Being in afternoon K is difficult because that 4 hour wait from when his siblings leave for school is tortuous for him. Plus he has to put up with Lincoln, who enjoys teasing Micah to no end. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdcEx-K-ETFYwoJ_6538Y4Gho3nLcypxWVfeT6_1qjBCzgJpFKnzS8aDBag8os97CYRYajh1CF50YRg0TqvKXezmjYT7gDZ7299G0UzQBMoamd7F2rhxOl6uNatRmdwVSKT2IdJcaMCfuv/s1600/SANY1116.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdcEx-K-ETFYwoJ_6538Y4Gho3nLcypxWVfeT6_1qjBCzgJpFKnzS8aDBag8os97CYRYajh1CF50YRg0TqvKXezmjYT7gDZ7299G0UzQBMoamd7F2rhxOl6uNatRmdwVSKT2IdJcaMCfuv/s320/SANY1116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548048744458714802" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyQL721LUjm1YwJEVP0Wifqd0bJoBwxnGYrvjh-lAGcQfAW3ap-AMbgyAsk7Iu9L8GY0j3Hv3f9YsjdilZCrUvs9dTxg6TCnttiSBYY93Xm9AoQbhl2gMQu_nAtHAM5zfBzDInLGPjZwqn/s1600/SANY1158.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyQL721LUjm1YwJEVP0Wifqd0bJoBwxnGYrvjh-lAGcQfAW3ap-AMbgyAsk7Iu9L8GY0j3Hv3f9YsjdilZCrUvs9dTxg6TCnttiSBYY93Xm9AoQbhl2gMQu_nAtHAM5zfBzDInLGPjZwqn/s320/SANY1158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548050077622875282" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0bAUdsRGD64GBDbAQKli06Ysf9-U2OwGbj8OTaSbD_wcD7VgicI9AjshUDrPZUYINqYB8nK7AVJV3Aj-Vun2JUlpCXoEO10s57ZPOV-_-Dcj-Ggk7clpiiwMu66mQAWqy4e-8zQ-y2T4S/s1600/SANY1157.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0bAUdsRGD64GBDbAQKli06Ysf9-U2OwGbj8OTaSbD_wcD7VgicI9AjshUDrPZUYINqYB8nK7AVJV3Aj-Vun2JUlpCXoEO10s57ZPOV-_-Dcj-Ggk7clpiiwMu66mQAWqy4e-8zQ-y2T4S/s320/SANY1157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548051063264996098" /></a><br /><br />The balloons that I bought from Macey's lasted for a couple of weeks. Lincoln claimed them as his. He would say, "Bagoon, bagoon!" We had a lot of fun celebrating with and without the "bagoons"!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRqyjYmHhO2r-ATpai8RzcRV4cU0CVtaUOURBs1PLDMFbJCjcaDAYV5MfZ-1EII7RMh9qN72b1Lh36WhChlWhT-HfwCUwyVYr-XJrWe0Yr3R4DUOJ5-Rp33EW-gao8hcoAjHXO8BuVqntK/s1600/SANY1141.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRqyjYmHhO2r-ATpai8RzcRV4cU0CVtaUOURBs1PLDMFbJCjcaDAYV5MfZ-1EII7RMh9qN72b1Lh36WhChlWhT-HfwCUwyVYr-XJrWe0Yr3R4DUOJ5-Rp33EW-gao8hcoAjHXO8BuVqntK/s320/SANY1141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548052429163866178" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLapH-yFpRhnQiO7WI0dHV63Oh5fRUcqkFAOhBDWr7_-1KndgLQGjPLdO8pAT39CptlXiU1QJ81vgauPBm-K3jYULIndbUIrv1ibhlzbbXB9HZmkLYRoS3eoysgl6SGoL2qufMyIWl3zJ0/s1600/SANY1160.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLapH-yFpRhnQiO7WI0dHV63Oh5fRUcqkFAOhBDWr7_-1KndgLQGjPLdO8pAT39CptlXiU1QJ81vgauPBm-K3jYULIndbUIrv1ibhlzbbXB9HZmkLYRoS3eoysgl6SGoL2qufMyIWl3zJ0/s320/SANY1160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548052971729830738" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4A3nLMbcIwZo-bS6Jz66VtnqU3OrHZHbRP4uKV8wTJmqkkkxlJKKXpwvzEerpGeghbw46tWU_ejSVw_Yw5QUg9cO66MlWWhV2mUu5PzzlHJWwAYWz3K1ahz8dl_d_G4AemRGJZFrLPvjx/s1600/SANY1179.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4A3nLMbcIwZo-bS6Jz66VtnqU3OrHZHbRP4uKV8wTJmqkkkxlJKKXpwvzEerpGeghbw46tWU_ejSVw_Yw5QUg9cO66MlWWhV2mUu5PzzlHJWwAYWz3K1ahz8dl_d_G4AemRGJZFrLPvjx/s320/SANY1179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548053554251297330" /></a><br /><br />On our wedding anniversary, we didn't celebrate because it was a Thursday and John had to work. But that weekend we went and saw Harry Potter 7, Part 1. It was really good. I love that John and I have read all the books and watch the movies together. But, anything I do with John is fun. I am so glad that we found each other and I look forward to many more years with him.<br /><br />Thanksgiving was yummy. John did most of the cooking and I am very thankful for that! Having a long weekend with my family is so much fun and I'm looking forward to Christmas break!Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985867224046023238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744365243688985544.post-41395681556972619732010-12-06T09:27:00.003-07:002010-12-06T09:46:29.931-07:00Hard lessonsI've learned some hard lessons lately. During this time, it has helped tremendously to talk things out with my husband, write in a personal journal and talk to my Heavenly Father. My heart is still sad, but I have come to the point of acceptance, even if I don't fully understand.<br /><br />1. No matter how much people in the church are back-biting, snobby, or judgemental...the church is still true. Not participating fully in the church only hurts me and my family.<br /><br />2. Cliques even exist in families. Go figure.<br /><br />3. Paying tithing doesn't magically make money appear in the mailbox to cover this bill or that...like so many say it does. What it does is it makes us more financially aware and more accountable...therefore we're able to make ends meet better. It works.<br /><br />4. The grass isn't greener on the other side.<br /><br />5. Sometimes friendships that have lasted for over 25 years need to come to an end.<br /><br />6. No matter how much I teach my children to do good...they have their agency and sometimes have to learn the hard way.<br /><br />7. Men don't need to be an Eagle scout in order to enter the celestial kingdom.<br /><br />8. Nothing is as heart-breakingly difficult, yet rewarding and joyful as being a mother.<br /><br />9. Sometimes the only way through, is through!<br /><br />10. Being happy is a choice...albeit a hard choice at times.Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985867224046023238noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744365243688985544.post-15579398017207230202010-12-04T11:30:00.003-07:002010-12-04T23:04:20.180-07:00Amen"I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbor's children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived." -Marjorie Pay Hinckley<br /><br />I read this quote several years ago, but was reminded of it when a friend posted it on facebook. The quote is so articulate and expresses how I feel so perfectly. <br />.Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985867224046023238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744365243688985544.post-70837077995373940902010-11-19T11:23:00.001-07:002010-11-19T11:25:16.691-07:00I'm BackAfter a much needed hiatus, I've decided to start blogging again. Stay tuned...Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985867224046023238noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744365243688985544.post-14164652934582788032010-09-07T22:44:00.002-06:002010-09-07T22:52:06.890-06:00ARRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!I have some serious anger issues. Seems I need to get back to writing. No, I won't blog about what makes me angry because I have to keep the illusion of being a nice person. But I really need to get back to long-hand angry writing. It is so therapeutic (sp?) for me and I really need some therapy right about now.<br /><br />Writing allows me to vent without really having an audience who will possibly judge me for my rant, or judge the person I'm ranting about or both. And who needs that? So, what is the crux of my anger? Life hasn't gone how I've planned. I know, I know. Most people could say the same, but right now it is so relevant to my life. <br /><br />One assignment I've given myself is to write letters to those I'm angry at, but with no delivery of said letters. Maybe I'll burn them or rip them up. Just like cleaning out a closet can feel so freeing, so can writing all those things you've always wanted to say to the person (or people) you've always wanted to say them to. I've done this before, but feel the need to do it again.<br /><br />Why do I have to be so complicated??Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985867224046023238noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744365243688985544.post-30094811580465457492010-08-24T11:39:00.012-06:002010-08-26T20:49:22.693-06:00Back to SchoolWell, four started school today. Micah will start kindergarten next Tuesday. Then it will be just Linky and I for part of the day! I'd like to say that now that they are in school I will be highly productive, exercise and shower by 9am, have the house in order when the kids get home, along with a healthy snack and have gotten some errands done, but I will not commit myself to that in writing, in a public place. Today has already been rocky. I am sick. Can you believe it? Yep, I've got a lovely head cold. But, hopefully tomorrow will be better.<br /><br />Hunter (starting 2nd grade) and Wynter (starting 4th grade)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY9IPynKdxG0MpUDO3b8E6ISn3Ps8enHZg1Ycne0KW0cwoQ_991yzi3FxJd_mi1z_LS9kjg3FoaQCxzmxd1p-u2Q7ah5oJOIwQ0kWpR8UQAAHNBG4pwlcfCfXLYR9RiGkRSlD0l_vo8EfE/s1600/DSC03210.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY9IPynKdxG0MpUDO3b8E6ISn3Ps8enHZg1Ycne0KW0cwoQ_991yzi3FxJd_mi1z_LS9kjg3FoaQCxzmxd1p-u2Q7ah5oJOIwQ0kWpR8UQAAHNBG4pwlcfCfXLYR9RiGkRSlD0l_vo8EfE/s320/DSC03210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509034487599298194" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Savannah (starting 8th grade and not smiling)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrcnn35C4Xju2FVedYisA7z99lpB55l5tYD5LtCNt7n8f35UEVrUO516CX95ZorrtMBcFuiI4eQRHzoBFR14R-uvw0Q84Zt7R31T4VGbey1oWQY0XAivne_RRdf78PyzU3ZYCdpls0N2tb/s1600/DSC03198.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrcnn35C4Xju2FVedYisA7z99lpB55l5tYD5LtCNt7n8f35UEVrUO516CX95ZorrtMBcFuiI4eQRHzoBFR14R-uvw0Q84Zt7R31T4VGbey1oWQY0XAivne_RRdf78PyzU3ZYCdpls0N2tb/s320/DSC03198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509034235600539042" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiPLT4Pk9lqy4btvSCTwzg8SUVIH4pJLjl0K_Z7A8DnXtTDCwtC50F3JYuGinklg68sOAdjZkShMSw-y7WdCjTTF9DKIMbH_y_YGmLPss1XXn2Y07HzV-c30-dTxPPKM9sVCygEXhnz0cm/s1600/DSC03194.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiPLT4Pk9lqy4btvSCTwzg8SUVIH4pJLjl0K_Z7A8DnXtTDCwtC50F3JYuGinklg68sOAdjZkShMSw-y7WdCjTTF9DKIMbH_y_YGmLPss1XXn2Y07HzV-c30-dTxPPKM9sVCygEXhnz0cm/s320/DSC03194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509034005295722258" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Mark (starting 11th grade and avoiding the camera)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5OPLPoQSk1ufwyeztIESeh9U9b4-YQXWqjztuLQC-okHa7ecuVrb2ZRba8Fk2KDaWSScgcbFysW0b0gL8ntLEFdUsgqnMdBIZ9nFfsKdyuzD5gYSiqZrzIKbiYH0tk_ooXY1yu5jZ5boQ/s1600/DSC03208.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5OPLPoQSk1ufwyeztIESeh9U9b4-YQXWqjztuLQC-okHa7ecuVrb2ZRba8Fk2KDaWSScgcbFysW0b0gL8ntLEFdUsgqnMdBIZ9nFfsKdyuzD5gYSiqZrzIKbiYH0tk_ooXY1yu5jZ5boQ/s320/DSC03208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509033801954322706" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpTi4RIWfizn_2oWGustuXl0HjvKzJ5E9zt2zyVV_4Jp1hoTlvfBe_VfowB3oBWtSqBgm8twGqgHb3a41FFbseN1ZLTa77-8QYOramK-fh_2n7n9H9Qe_lywvJ7n9aYVDPrayTUDl6Rc57/s1600/DSC03205.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpTi4RIWfizn_2oWGustuXl0HjvKzJ5E9zt2zyVV_4Jp1hoTlvfBe_VfowB3oBWtSqBgm8twGqgHb3a41FFbseN1ZLTa77-8QYOramK-fh_2n7n9H9Qe_lywvJ7n9aYVDPrayTUDl6Rc57/s320/DSC03205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509033191623438162" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpV7j29f2I3XnXC33HmN6gU4KDBxu0pZi0m0fGR-7AJITPTUcbVLA87fXdmzOYpYbmtFbh6uOOLGVwpUTcSk9Yrbb1hqhUJMsqezHvceqYOLNrvGCFlLDEa6RlF4LbytyOazp7zQt-HPA8/s1600/DSC03206.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpV7j29f2I3XnXC33HmN6gU4KDBxu0pZi0m0fGR-7AJITPTUcbVLA87fXdmzOYpYbmtFbh6uOOLGVwpUTcSk9Yrbb1hqhUJMsqezHvceqYOLNrvGCFlLDEa6RlF4LbytyOazp7zQt-HPA8/s320/DSC03206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509032935137492498" /></a>Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985867224046023238noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744365243688985544.post-7510482900787019712010-08-19T20:27:00.006-06:002010-08-19T21:08:50.698-06:00What Matters Most?The Las Vegas Temple--where John and I were sealed for time and all eternity<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIaZQw7qw7muRgfapvnu0vzL1nOiegTKEnUGAUu5oOr4Qi41OXhBoLpFAM2dhyG1fZo0h5acndy7M1VlI0js7G2DkqidNswpoh3RYbq_meymOk53oO0lXGwDTXsDoqRinbHnVR_2HdPaNW/s1600/5369_LASVEGASNV_hr.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIaZQw7qw7muRgfapvnu0vzL1nOiegTKEnUGAUu5oOr4Qi41OXhBoLpFAM2dhyG1fZo0h5acndy7M1VlI0js7G2DkqidNswpoh3RYbq_meymOk53oO0lXGwDTXsDoqRinbHnVR_2HdPaNW/s320/5369_LASVEGASNV_hr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507322732030440386" /></a><br />Today I went visiting teaching with my awesome friend, Stephanie. The thing that I love so much about these monthly visits is that I always learn something from those that I visit.<br /><br />I was so impressed with the first woman we visited. Although I have visited with her many times before, she said some things that I really needed to hear. I truly believe that some of the questions that can be stewing around in our minds, are answered by those around us. She sets very small and attainable fitness goals. She is a diabetic and has to be very careful about what she eats, but she doesn't let it control her. She's very dedicated to simple exercise, too.<br /><br />Another thing that was so impressive is that she has made the decision to get on the computer only 1 time per week. She used to spend 1-2 hours per day on the computer and realized that she needed to use some self-discipline and reduce that. ALOT! She gets on every Friday. That's it!<br /><br />The second woman we visited is an older woman. This month's message was on the importance of staying temple worthy and having a recommend, even if you are unable to attend the temple. She told of a dream she had many years ago after her husband had passed away and she was left to raise 8 children on her own.<br /><br />She was standing by a river and a boat, like those in Italy that are pushed along with a pole, came by. In it was her husband and two other men. They asked her to come with them, but she needed to get her recommend. She didn't have it with her, so she asked one of her daughters to run up to the house and get it for her. They told her they couldn't wait, and they left her there. She woke up in tears.<br /><br />Now, you may be thinking that the moral of this dream for her was to always carry her recommend with her. But she felt impressed that she was to always keep her recommend current. We've been counseled to do that very thing by the leaders of our church. John and I are now at a point that we CAN get our recommends renewed. I am planning to make an appointment with the Bishop ASAP and get the ball rolling. I know that attending the temple would truly be a help for John and I at this time. The temple brings such peace and perspective. I love how I can leave the world outside and take time to ponder and pray and reflect on what is truly important.<br /><br />So, I got to thinking, what matters most? Does how I spend my time truly reflect what is most important to me? Or am I all talk? I've decided to take a true inventory of what I BELIEVE to be most important to me and then compare that with how I spend my time. I feel this huge need to take a close look at my life. I can see that I have been very busy, but busy doing a lot of things that just don't matter.<br /><br />Because of this, I've set a goal, as my friend has, to only get on the computer 1 time per week. It may be hard at first, but I can see how beneficial it will be for me in the long run. <br /><br />Second, I've decided to simplify my weight-loss, or rather, fitness goal. I have decided to simply 1) stop eating after dinner and 2) walk every day.<br /><br />And third, I am going to get my temple recommend renewed.<br /><br />I have a lot more thinking and examining to do, but this is my start! Have a great week!Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985867224046023238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744365243688985544.post-12624900693789880322010-08-18T23:18:00.002-06:002010-08-18T23:24:55.056-06:00A Simple Day #1Today I spent over an hour on the porch with Lincoln while it rained. I talked to him, sang to him and watched him go up and down; up and down; up and down the stairs leading to the porch.<br /><br />I loaded up 7 boxes into the Suburban that I will take to the DI tomorrow.<br /><br />I limited my time on the internet to 30 minutes + however long it takes for me to get this blog post done.<br /><br />I've decided not to color my hair anymore. But I give myself the right to change my mind if I just can't stand it. : )<br /><br />I didn't make a single phone call or send a single text.<br /><br />I took a little nap instead of drinking diet Coke.<br /><br />Good night!Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985867224046023238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744365243688985544.post-74866046353768302952010-08-17T22:10:00.006-06:002010-08-17T22:47:02.752-06:00Simplicity<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh59HLP2mSlAQI4pcLwmjlBpa2x1Hl-idYJPtHtI-zIws3VRnHcP7iLIcEwtWLl6I4GVt2gMKFD3b7zKOsP350fXuLaq-Fic86hjQAl2pKcgJtsVMYIBm_i667kcoXNjmk_t99Iw-f6515I/s1600/51PJWBY32DL__SS500_.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh59HLP2mSlAQI4pcLwmjlBpa2x1Hl-idYJPtHtI-zIws3VRnHcP7iLIcEwtWLl6I4GVt2gMKFD3b7zKOsP350fXuLaq-Fic86hjQAl2pKcgJtsVMYIBm_i667kcoXNjmk_t99Iw-f6515I/s320/51PJWBY32DL__SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506606482259610546" /></a><br />I am currently reading a book entitled, "You Can Never Get Enough Of What You Don't Need: The Quest For Contentment" by Mary Ellen Edmunds. It has been a very thought-provoking and eye-opening experience for me.<br /><br />Having our yard sale was just one tiny step towards simplifying my life. As I began reading this book, I realized that there are a lot of things and activities that I need to eliminate. I've also been looking up "simplifying" and "minimalism" on the internet and I can see that I am on the brink of a whole lot of change.<br /><br />For example, both the book and the things I've read on the internet point out that having one of something is enough. Having two or more is luxury. As I think about the things I have 2 or more of, I would have to agree. It really comes down to a paradigm shift. What do I really need? What is really important to me? What things do I do that bring me satisfaction and happiness? Have I done any good today?<br /><br />I've realized that as I ask my self these questions and others that M.E.E. asks in her book, that I am not living my life in a meaningful way. I have become so bombarded with things, and stuff, and lists of stuff to do, that I don't have time for, or don't get to the things that matter most. It is truly a shame.<br /><br />So, now that the yard sale is over, I am taking loads of the leftovers to the DI (similar to The Goodwill). I did put one thing up for sale on KSL classifieds that I think I'll be able to sell, but at this point, I'm donating!! I know that there is much more that I can donate. I want the clutter gone! I want to clean less and have more fun with my kids.<br /><br />I also have realized how much time I waste. I spend way too much time each day on the internet. I check email, I check my family website, I check out my friends' blogs, I balance our checkbook, etc. Now, there is nothing wrong with these things, but I do see the need to set myself a time limit, otherwise I end up looking something up on google and getting sidetracked for a bit and then looking up another thing and getting sidetracked some more. It is so wasteful.<br /><br />I also realize that I spend a lot of time wishing. I wish I were thinner. So then I spend money on a weight loss magazine in order to get some motivation. But really, all it does is cost me nearly $4, persuade me to buy A,B, or C in order to slim down, and makes me feel bad about myself-that somehow I'm not lovable or good enough in my plus sized clothes. I also wish our money situation would improve IMMEDIATELY, so I distract myself with those things that don't help AT ALL!! Such as...<br /><br />Maybe I decide I need chocolate because I'm stressed about money (so I spend money buying chocolate). Or I think the latest finance book will solve my troubles (so I end up with my nose in a book). Nothing against reading. I love to read. But really, what I need to be doing is making home cooked meals and homemade snacks, or clipping coupons, or working in our garden, or just enjoying what we already have. I need to be doing a lot more DOING. <br /><br />It seems like I always believe that there is a quick answer in a book or a magazine somewhere. I'm always searching or writing lists or thinking instead of ACTING. Of course, a lot of help can come from a book-the scriptures. But of course, I don't seem to use that resource as much as I should.<br /><br />So I am officially beginning my journey of simplifying my life and DOING those things that matter to me. Enough wishing and list making. Enough goal making about how much weight I'll lose by next summer. Each day I will make an effort to simplify by: 1)setting something aside that needs to be donated or 2) giving something to someone I know who might need it more than I or 3) de-junking a drawer or 4) staying unplugged (from tv, internet, the phone, the radio) 5) Being more purposeful and intentional in my choices--doing everything with purpose. Take time and not rush through the day. Stop to enjoy my surroundings. <br /><br />I will try to record what I do as I chug through this new territory. I will also put quotes on my blog from M.E.E.'s book. She is a great woman and author and I highly recommend this book written by her, as well as several others that she has written.<br /><br />P.S. Did you notice? I made a list in this blog!! Habits die hard. : )Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985867224046023238noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744365243688985544.post-12531025443553727772010-08-16T10:15:00.005-06:002010-08-16T10:28:34.123-06:00The Count Down BeginsEight days left until school starts. I'm happy and sad about it. This week will be a hustle and bustle of final preparation for school. Mark will be in 11th, Savannah in 8th, Wynter in 4th, Hunter in 2nd and Micah in Kindergarten. I hope it's a great school year!<br /><br />This year I want to stay on top of the kids to stay on top of their homework. That was a bit of a problem last year. I will also be keeping track of their grades, etc. on the Nebo website. I also have a goal to walk my 3 youngest to school (Hunter and Wynter in the am and Micah in the afternoon for pm kindergarten) as well as walk to pick them up. That would be 3 round trips daily to the school for a total of 45 minutes of walking. <br /><br />I've got 5 kids in 3 different schools. Uggg. It can be daunting to keep track of everything and everyone, but I am going to put phone numbers for the schools, teachers names and school times on one sheet of paper that I put in the kitchen. All three schools begin and end at different times! <br /><br />Everyone is excited to get back to school except for Mark. I will miss them all being home, but I look forward to having a more predictable schedule and having a little peace and quiet each day (except that Lincoln isn't the quietest child, but he still takes naps).<br /><br />Here's to a great school year...2010/2011!Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985867224046023238noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744365243688985544.post-32463957526864997022010-08-14T17:06:00.007-06:002010-08-15T12:27:50.200-06:00Today is Blah...My Dad and I<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit20nLV2_ckrF9SOC2HpFW52aRvSd_tRU8HpmlVwTfayozDDwBvptTgTzfSHhp0nuwjjAYaldJvqnIU6pqYeRwhasv8jNMz63BTMRphjj-fZ6kiZLIvmd37VmJXutDgOMn-sNUUfbIqGS6/s1600/11-9-2009+10%3B48%3B38+PM.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit20nLV2_ckrF9SOC2HpFW52aRvSd_tRU8HpmlVwTfayozDDwBvptTgTzfSHhp0nuwjjAYaldJvqnIU6pqYeRwhasv8jNMz63BTMRphjj-fZ6kiZLIvmd37VmJXutDgOMn-sNUUfbIqGS6/s320/11-9-2009+10%3B48%3B38+PM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505423438043371090" /></a><br />Okay, this will officially be a party pooper post. The yard sale is finally over. Yahoo!! But, I have to say that most people that came by were CHEAP! My prices were VERY low and they would want to go even lower. It was absolutely ridiculous. I'm not kidding. The rule of thumb that I've learned is to charge 10% of whatever you paid for the item. Well, I did that, plus reduced it some more and it still wasn't low enough for some. Anyway, although, yes I did want to make some money, a big reason for this sale was to de-clutter and simplify our lives. That was accomplished for sure! I got sunburned too...<br /><br />Part Two of this Blah day: One year ago today, my Dad lost all hope and took his own life. What a traumatic experience. I will never forget that phone call and my utter disbelief as I asked as many identifying questions as I could to make sure they were talking about John Boswell, my Dad. This year has flown by. I feel like I was in a fog for most of it and can't believe my little Lincoln is over 1 year old now. It is amazing how a single event, and the aftermath that follows, can color your life for such a long period of time. My perspective of those who choose to leave this life has dramatically changed from what I used to think.<br /><br />But, as I said in an earlier post: Come what may, and love it. Much was accomplished today and I feel loads of pounds lighter because of getting rid of so much stuff. And, I will choose to remember the good times when I think about my Dad. A special Thank You to those who said kind words today. Most people don't know what to say, but silence is usually worse, so thanks, again. Happy Saturday everyone!Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985867224046023238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744365243688985544.post-56646899524177235192010-08-12T18:27:00.002-06:002010-08-12T18:32:52.872-06:00Boo HooThere's nothing quite as humbling as going through all of your possessions, trying to decide what is truly essential, and then selling the rest in hopes of being able to make your house payment for the month. And my dear, sweet husband is selling his coin collection, too. It saddens me to my core. But, really, these material things don't matter one bit. <br /><br />I'm grateful for the good man that I married; for my healthy, lively children; for the roof over our heads; for the food in our pantries; for the good friends I have; for all of my family; and especially for the knowledge that I have of WHY I'm here and WHAT my purpose in life is.Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985867224046023238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744365243688985544.post-49038431456105143022010-08-05T09:42:00.007-06:002010-08-05T14:18:00.390-06:00Come What May and Love ItTo borrow a quote from Joseph B. Wirthlin, "Come what may, and love it." This is tough to live by, especially for people like me who have 2 particular short-comings (among many others). One is that I like to know what is going to happen. Happy surprises, I like, but the scary/unknown, I don't. We are in a state of limbo right now, wondering how things are possibly going to improve and it is mentally draining. Because a side-effect of wanting to know what is going to happen is WORRY. Constant worrying.<br /><br />My second short-coming is that I like to have control. My Mom has told me that when I was a baby and she'd try to rock me, I wouldn't just lie back, relax and let her do the rocking. I would rock my own body, trying to force my mom to rock the speed I wanted. Well, I'm still much like that today. I know what we need and I try with all my might to make it happen. It is so hard to RELAX and TRUST in my Heavenly Father, that he knows and sees all and that He knows what is best for me and my family. It is definitely the refiners fire. But, there are days that I can feel myself being "refined", and days that I get pretty angry and I'm pretty gritty and rough.<br /><br />Last night, I reached a breaking point. The 3 youngest boys were in the tub and I asked for someone to bring me some towels. Mark brought me one, because that was all he could find. I told him that there were clean towels still in the dryer. Well, they were clean, but still wet. We've been having troubles with the dryer uh, drying. I usually have to add more time once the first dry cycle is done. It can take 90 minutes or more to dry a load. So, believe it or not, THIS pushed me over the edge. I felt so angry about those darn towels, and the venom spread and it spread quickly.<br /><br />I then became mad about pretty much EVERYTHING: all of our broken or poorly working appliances; the never-ending work I do around the house; boys not being able to aim directly into the toilet; the piles of bills that we can't pay; children who fight.all.the.time; broken sprinklers-and therefore, dying patches of grass; Mark's partially done room; leaks in the basement; piles of stuff accumulating for the yard-sale; a biting baby; and the list goes on. <br /><br />I went to bed angry. I woke up angry today. Then I decided to do what I DO have control over and that is pray and search the scriptures. After I did so, I was reminded of the talk by Elder Wirthlin, and read it again. He counsels those of us (and isn't it really all of us at one time or another?) who are struggling with adversity, 4 things.<br /><br />One, learn to laugh. I am getting better at this one. But, usually the humor shows up AFTER the fact, not during. But, when my kids are misbehaving, or I'm overwhelmed, I break out into song and try to make it silly. It almost always works to get the kids to behave, because they take their focus off of one another and shift it to me, and wonder why Mom has gone crazy...again.<br /><br />Two, seek for the eternal. When we realize/remember that our Savior has suffered through every kind of affliction on behalf of all of us, we know that we can turn to Him for comfort, because He knows how to comfort us. He has experienced our pain. When we keep the eternal perspective that "the dial on the wheel of sorrow eventually points to all of us", it can help us realize that we're not being picked on. Everyone experiences hardships. And if we can remember that our experience is just a brief time, compared with eternity, and is a test...to teach us and help us grow and learn, we can avoid feeling like all hope is lost.<br /><br />Three, remember the principle of compensation. "The Lord compensates the faithful for every loss. That which is taken away from those who love the Lord will be added unto them in His own way. While it may not come at the time we desire, the faithful will know that every tear today will eventually be returned a hundredfold with tears of rejoicing and gratitude." I heard this talk literally 1 week before discovering that I was pregnant AGAIN. I had lost a baby a few months before and was pregnant with Lincoln. When I found out my exciting news, that we were expecting, I remembered Elder Wirthlin's talk and I was overwhelmed because I had the personal experience to know that what he said was true.<br /><br />And finally, four, trust in the Father and the Son. "God so loved the world, that he gave His only begotten Son. The Lord Jesus Christ is our partner, helper, and advocate. He wants us to be happy. He wants us to be successful. If we do our part, He will step in."<br /><br />"He who descended below all things will come to our aid. He will comfort and uphold us. He will strengthen us in our weakness and fortify us in our distress. He will make weak things become strong."<br /><br />I know that these things are true, and yet I have moments like last night, where I have "spiritual amnesia". But, thankfully, somehow I am always reminded of the truth and I get myself back on track. I know that things will work out how they should, and once this particular trial is all over, I will look back and see all that I have learned and all that I have become because of this hardship. <br /><br />*All quotes are from Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin's conference address Oct 2008.Cynthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985867224046023238noreply@blogger.com3