Sunday, February 23, 2014
....that vinyl does not stick to cork? I didn't.
Yup, that's glue oozing out from under my freshly cut vinyl phrase that won't come off the backing tape because cork is like the unstickiest (is that a word? It is now) material in the universe. Sigh. What is it with a simple project that draws it out to take hours instead of the planned 15 minutes! This is why I never finish anything.
Let's just pray my TOMBO Aqua Liquid Glue does the trick. Outside. On cork. The unstickiest material ever.
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Starting this blog up again has been on my mind for a while now. I think I've hesitated because I wanted to define exactly what type of blog this is & what topics I would blog about. Well that was blown away yesterday when I was jogging at the gym and some amazing thoughts came to mind. So for my first post in many years I'm going to write about something I hope to not write about too often but feel I need to share: I have depression. The good news is I'm winning. Just because I typed that I have depression, doesn't actually mean I'm depressed right now. In fact, yesterday on the treadmill I felt like I was on top of the world. And I felt like shouting it from the rooftops! I felt more like me than I have over the last 6 months. Why? Mostly because I've been changing one of my medications over the last 2-3 months and I think I found a winner! If you've ever switched antidepressants then you know it's awful! I had such bad withdrawal this time I told my husband he'd have to put me in a medically induced coma next time I need to change meds. My biggest piece of advice for surviving med changes is to taper slowly!!! I was in a hurry to get on the "new stuff". Taper twice as slow as you think you should! And never discontinue any meds without the supervision of a doctor.
So why am I sharing all this? Because if I can help or encourage just one person with depression then bearing my struggles is worth it! If you're struggling with depression, get help. Tell someone. Get on your knees & pray for strength. Then go take a nap. When you wake up, do it all over again. And know that I care. I care about you, whoever you are, who thinks her life is worthless or unimportant. You're wrong, you have worth and you are wanted on this earth.
Okay, done! That's the heavy stuff & I hope to not go there too often. But really a blog about happiness would just be boring if it never talked about its opposite!
On an exciting note: my very 1st American passport came in the mail yesterday!!!!
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Maddy had her 2nd piano recital last night. She did great and had a good time. She worked really hard to learn to play Ode to Joy and I am so proud of her. I can hardly believe she has been playing piano for a little over a year now. We are really going to miss her piano teacher, Sister Shirley, when we move to Arizona. Enjoy the video!
Thursday, March 19, 2009
That is the sound maddy makes after she tells a joke! Can you hear the cymbals now? (she writes it as "boom! boom! clash!") So yesterday morning she was busy writing Dan a letter before school ( he was at work finishing the night shift) and she sweetly left it for him on the kitchen table. This is what it looked like:
In case you can't read it (she was writing on the soft couch after all), this is what it said (plus my translations):
Dear Papi, (because that is what Dora calls her dad, so why not Maddy?)
I am overdue 4 school! (no explanation needed, of course, isn't every 6 year old overdue for school at 8a.m.?)
Our 1-year-old (Elsie) has a didee ("mom, if I don't know how to spell diaper I can just write didee") radish. Boom! Boom! Clash! (get it? get it? Elsie has a diaper rash!)
Love, Yours Truly (dan couldn't possibly have any other "yours truly"!)
P.S. I changed my name MSB (her initials) to Pam.
Ok, now I know the last part needs a lot of explaining: this is not the first mention of changing her name to Pam (which, by the way, comes from Pam cooking spray, can you see me shaking my head and sighing?) When I ask her why she wants to change it to Pam she says because it is short for Maddy. Who knew? not me! She said it is easier to sing than Maddy. What is a mother supposed to say to that? Please tell me!
Saturday, January 31, 2009
I was reading President Uchtdorf's talk in the February Ensign the other day and his testimony of The Prophet Joseph Smith was incredible. It touched me to my very core and he put into words much of how I feel about that good man. This is what he knew as a child:
Before I recognized the tutoring of the Spirit testifying to me that Joseph Smith was a prophet of God, my youthful heart felt that he was a friend of God and would therefore, quite naturally, also be a friend of mine. I knew I could trust Joseph Smith.
This is my testimony too. I have always felt this way about our dear prophet, President Hinckley who died last year. But I know that Joseph Smith was also a prophet of God and as a friend of God, he lived to bless me with the Restored Gospel of Jesus Christ.
For more information about the work Joseph Smith did to share the Gospel of Christ, please clickhere.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
No I'm not talking about a frat party that lasted 5 years, but rather what a frat party would look like if it was hosted by 5 year olds!
So I was sick all weekend. We're talking flat-on-my-back-kill-me-now sick. Seriously, sicker than i have been since I've had kids. So what happens when you get a semi-comatose mom, a dad working night shifts, and three kids stuck at home all weekend?
This is what you get:
half drunk sippy cups everywhere...
fruit snacks under the bed, in the bed and stuck to the covers...
the stickiest floor all the way from the sippy cups to the open bottle of gatorade...
half eaten pop tarts on the couch, the floor, and everywhere in between...
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
I know, I know, I am totally behind on my blogging but school is under way and yadda, yadda, yadda...
I just have to tell you this joke Maddy told Dan today while she was practicing her spelling homework:
Maddy: Why was Tigger looking in the toilet?
Maddy: Because he was trying to find Pooh! Get it? Pooh! Hehehe!
Me: (trying so hard not to laugh) Maddy, where did you learn that joke?
Maddy: I made it up, mom.
Dan: (rolling on the floor laughing with nothing to say but looking pretty proud of his daughter for telling her first dirty joke)