tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75701548494969778102012-01-21T19:11:28.312-07:00Shaynoreply@blogger.comBlogger4071100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-4930204248008200782012-01-20T23:25:00.001-07:002012-01-20T23:27:31.318-07:00

"Love they neighbor as thyself." ok. fine. but what if i dont love myself to begin with? what then?

Shaynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-44713494201320723492012-01-16T08:11:00.004-07:002012-01-16T12:30:51.681-07:00

The ability to choose.It's a tough call isn't it? I can't imagine a life where I wouldn't be able to choose anything. Being told what to do every day every second of my life... I can't even picture it. Naturally it would be better if we all had the chance to choose, right?But some people choose bad things. Some people decide that they want to take the agency of others. I have experienced

Shaynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-18553449181182564752012-01-13T17:27:00.002-07:002012-01-13T17:53:25.869-07:00

I am not one who believes in superstition. Just keep this in mind as I tell you a tale of my morning.*for non parents... this is your tmi warning*I woke up, and almost instantly, I just wanted to go back to sleep. Maybe it was some sort of premonition, or maybe it was because Bug woke me up in the middle of the night to tell me that the toilet downstairs didn't work. I ignored him, wanting to

Shaynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-46387946552087405902012-01-10T18:24:00.003-07:002012-01-10T19:14:15.158-07:00

I put this together after Christmas with the hopes that I would still be able to send them off the first week of the year. It isn't quite a Christmas card... but it kind of is. But now that my school has started (I really should get going on my reading and Japanese homework) I have completely given up printing these and sending them to friends and family. So here you are. Maybe next year I'll

Shaynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-49025005833357212772012-01-04T20:14:00.003-07:002012-01-04T20:51:41.973-07:00

Time to put the kids to bed. But first I'll spend a little time on here updating you all, you all.We had a fun time at Christmas, first time ever we spent Christmas morning at our own house. I think we'll be doing that more often from now on. My parent's had the tradition of my dad cameraing us as we all (all nine of us) walked in, usually youngest-oldest (but that became randomness the older

Shaynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-3604581463659502402011-12-19T20:52:00.002-07:002011-12-19T21:39:18.084-07:00

So, this will be somewhat random. But I suppose if you have stuck with me so far, you are probably used to that.It's pretty funny how once school is out, I loose all track of what day it is. Almost instantly.Being a primary teacher in my ward is an interesting experience. There are rowdy kids, there are more quiet kids, and there are kids that sit and listen, and even contribute to the lesson

Shaynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-11968058284661563672011-12-11T20:50:00.003-07:002011-12-11T22:30:15.727-07:00

One thing I enjoyed while reading through the paperwork to buy our house was how many "Act of God" moments there were to protect us, the buyers, should anything happen to the house. As far as I can tell the phrase was only put there to make sure they didn't leave anything out. Don't ask me how an earthquake isn't an "Act of God" however, that doesn't make sense to me.Apparently a wind storm

Shaynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-57150263848234170362011-12-08T18:55:00.004-07:002011-12-08T19:03:41.240-07:00

So here is my latest crazy crafty project.Tis a sweater. Well, it will be. At church quite a few weeks ago one of the nursery leaders asked me if I can knit sweaters. And I said yes. Turns out her boss (or her boss's wife, I can't remember the details) has had a pattern and yarn for a sweater that she wants made for a very long time, and just hasn't been able to find anyone to do it for her.

Shaynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-55307853790387731672011-12-07T22:24:00.002-07:002011-12-07T22:43:18.862-07:00

I'm gonna post! but... i don't really know what to post... hmm...We are all finally becoming rid of the cold. Bug caught it first, then me, and I think Pro Boxer had it a little, and of course, Goof Ball picked it up at the end. Bug still has a bit of a cough, but it seems like it is taking me the longest to get over it. I'm not too surprised... Goof Ball even seems to have gotten over it.

Shaynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-82853579824740563652011-11-18T08:56:00.003-07:002011-11-18T09:22:58.809-07:00

This post that is. I really have been too busy to post this, but I have been thinking about you. Really. :)My sister outright cheered when I told her this, so I thought I'd share it here.First a little background:Pro Boxer has ADD which apparently, by medical standards doesn't exist anymore. *rolls eyes...* As such, he has a hard time taking tests. However, to be able to apply for the job at

Shaynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-46290840070106287842011-11-09T21:00:00.003-07:002011-11-09T21:27:06.600-07:00

So, it is Wednesday. Almost Thursday. Then it will be Friday, Saturday.And Sunday.Honestly, the majority of the week, I feel somewhat 'normal' and okay. It's when it gets to be Saturday, sometimes starting as early as Friday when I start getting depressed about the next Sunday. Yes, I know that isn't what would be considered 'healthy.' That's where this blog comes in.As far as praying is

Shaynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-11931128635401418272011-11-06T15:27:00.002-07:002011-11-06T15:43:31.156-07:00

Today after church, I had my meeting with the bishop.A few things to note before I forget them (and to get my readers to hopefully not worry about me as much):1. It was decided (or maybe rather declared by him) that I am one of those "virtuous" persons and that I am going through a hard time and that I can "handle it." My response was "Even if I am, just because I am strong enough to handle it,

Shaynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-33401028920808506452011-11-01T13:59:00.004-06:002011-11-01T14:19:25.403-06:00

Maybe because I am so busy working on things, I can't afford to be depressed? I have heard from people that if you work on something creative, that helps boost your mood. That may or may not be true for me. Even if it is however, though I am working on creating things right now, it doesn't really help my spiritual health. I have been more emotionally positive? Maybe? Except for the basketball

Shaynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-67723941955214854142011-10-24T19:42:00.005-06:002011-10-24T20:04:59.423-06:00

It's that date again.And there is the picture.Once upon a time I had a child with his birthday today. We didn't get to celebrate it with him even once. So we send up balloons (equal to the age that he would be turning) that only get popped... as if anyone truly knows what happens to balloons after they are let go.Don't ask me how I am. You'll only hear me change the subject. I have mentioned

Shaynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-51785830640237811102011-10-19T18:42:00.002-06:002011-10-19T18:51:44.481-06:00

so... a few changes. one the background (obviously). and yes, it is in the spirit of buying oreos these days with orange creme inside. don't ask me why the creme is orange.another change that is less obvious... my side bar (playlist... music.... thing). instead of having music that lifts my mood (though some of them still do anyway) i decided to have it play music that i wish i had. so if you

Shaynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-18672435662908894522011-10-12T17:14:00.004-06:002011-10-12T18:19:08.739-06:00

Goof Ball has been talking, as I have previously mentioned. If he doesn't really talk in front of you, don't be offended. It still seems to be something that only his family is blessed to hear. But there was one thing that I forgot to put on the Wise Sayings side bar... and it is just too cute, I just had to give it its own post.Though, granted, it isn't as cute written as it is said. So I'll

Shaynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-90887549889123459592011-10-11T21:47:00.005-06:002011-10-11T22:37:11.050-06:00

Thank you everyone for your support. I don't seem to be getting many comments these days, but from the rising number of followers, I can at least assume that my words are being read. To a writer, that is a very heart warming thing.Sometimes I get asked, or I wonder myself, "What do I need from people? How can people help me?" Honestly, I really don't know. I am currently under the impression

Shaynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-41159625928268218162011-10-07T20:08:00.004-06:002011-10-07T21:08:51.375-06:00

The days fly by, somehow the homework gets completed, the weekends are non-existent, roses dry perfectly right side up, performance after performance, cough after measly cough, days turn shorter, leaves on my poor plants drop off at an alarming rate (because I fail to remember to water them), and somehow I'm still here. People don't seem to dislike me. In fact, they seem to like me so much that

Shaynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-17824421271411005122011-09-25T15:59:00.002-06:002011-09-25T16:41:46.625-06:00

...I survived the weekend.But I was forced to do homework on Sunday. Boo.Anyway, I have a headache, and I sometimes feel nauseated. I probably forced myself to work too hard. Whatever, I'm alive. I guess that is what is important.Goof Ball has like... three blisters or so on his little fingers. I noticed them yesterday morning. I hadn't even known that he had gotten hurt, but one of them had

Shaynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-12466625046056426982011-09-21T19:02:00.004-06:002011-09-21T19:20:51.574-06:00

Physical health is as much to be expected I suppose. I worry however that Pro Boxer may be coming down with a cold... The kids are fine though.Bug is doing fine with school, and from my point of view seems to be possibly above what his teacher is attempting to teach the kids. He doesn't complain about it either, which is nice.Goof Ball seems to have adjusted rather well to the change of his

Shaynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-12114086631733717382011-09-14T08:58:00.001-06:002011-09-14T08:58:05.649-06:00

I haven't forgot to update... I have just been way too busy to do so. For now, just know that I have been much better than my last post suggests.

Shaynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-83395442731521922832011-08-30T21:12:00.002-06:002011-08-30T21:56:04.001-06:00

What a question. To be honest, it isn't really even a question. It would be a greeting. So I feel odd actually answering it. Because, honestly.... it IS a question. It has the ? at the end, after all. And it seems that people expect you to answer it anyway. They just probably don't want the truthful answer, and want to hear you say, "Good." But what if you aren't good? What if you live

Shaynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-19128429767268297932011-08-20T22:57:00.002-06:002011-08-20T23:07:09.131-06:00

Or should that be lullabi? Maybe lullabis? Whatever. I don't usually sing to my kids when I put them to sleep. Most times I read them a book and then let them fall asleep on their own. Only when we are away from home I usually sing to them to help them fall asleep because they aren't in a usual environment. There are few times when I do sing to them at home, and that is when they are having a

Shaynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-88600285523356720542011-08-15T11:52:00.003-06:002011-08-15T12:12:20.084-06:00

First off I really can't remember at all what the point of the last post was. Just forget about it, or quell your excitement over learning what the motif was in my life. Likely I was just going to complain more about how much my life sucks or something like that. Knowing me. I know that I really want to post... something. But I don't know what. So many feelings and situations are surrounding

Shaynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-31348527207223299372011-08-12T14:37:00.002-06:002011-08-12T14:54:40.922-06:00

Beethoven's 5th symphony. Sol sol sol do. Can you hear it? If not, I guess you'll just have to go to your favorite music playing site and listen to it yourself. Whatever the case, throughout the whole song, it has the same thing. Sol sol sol do. (you know the song on Sound of Music. 'Do, a dear, a female dear'... That would be the universal way of signifying what is the tonic of a chord,

Shaynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-35526243559614749382011-07-31T16:37:00.002-06:002011-07-31T16:48:28.615-06:00

I feel... odd. I really don't know if words can describe it, but I guess I'll try. That's what my blog is for, right?Something is off somehow. It's like I feel there is a word on the tip of my tongue. But a word isn't something that is about to be found. I feel almost as if something wants to explode out of me. Maybe a story, maybe a picture... I don't know what, but I think it is something

Shaynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-63980556071516344862011-07-26T23:09:00.004-06:002011-07-26T23:43:41.121-06:00

He might have gotten a heart attack. I mean he IS getting up there in age...Okay, just kidding.We didn't do much for Pro Boxer's birthday. I have decided that I am horrible at planning. Or I have just given up. It seems every time I do try to plan something it falls through. Whatever the case, my horribleness or lack of motivation or whatever it is, I just don't plan things anymore.Anyway...

Shaynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-80365240357700656152011-07-25T22:31:00.004-06:002011-07-25T23:03:01.752-06:00

The first full week of this month, we had two family reunions. The first one was at a campsite near a big lake. A very big lake. Here is one of the pics taken from said campsite:Sorry if it is small. For a pic taken from my phone and when I was slightly swinging from being in my hammok swing... thing.... I think it is a pretty darn good pic. I took others like it, but I only sent this one to

Shaynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-21331375417438418072011-07-19T21:07:00.002-06:002011-07-19T21:45:59.591-06:00

I have never been good at self discipline. It is that very reason why I don't practice my trumpet even though I know it to be good for my lungs. It is also because I take for granted the talent I was born with, the trumpet. Though I understand that I could become even more amazing (I flatter myself...) if I practice, I just don't. I have never been good at keeping goals, sticking to an exercise

Shaynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-5392934947768563002011-07-16T22:21:00.002-06:002011-07-16T22:28:37.173-06:00

I am very tired. And ready to be in my own house. We are all sick of our wonderful car who kept us from dying on a 50 mile+ dirt (ATV worthy) road. There were a total of 3 throw ups within our crazy expeditions, two we had to clean up as they were from Goof Ball, and Bug is old enough to know when he is going to puke, and we have been accustomed to keeping a puke bucket in the car. One of the

Shaynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-16288705228592618662011-07-12T12:08:00.003-06:002011-07-12T12:36:34.075-06:00

Truth be told, I should have worked on laundry yesterday. Somehow though, 5 o'clock came out of no where and Pro Boxer was making dinner (probably cause I didn't realize how late it had gotten).I went to bed late last night. Around 1. I suppose one would call that this morning, but I don't consider it the next day until the sun starts to rise. Well, my usual thing is until I wake up again,

Shaynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-67401457436766717542011-07-02T23:32:00.005-06:002011-07-03T00:01:25.230-06:00

My afternoon was tiring. We were out shopping pretty much all afternoon. We had a late dinner around 8ish (Kraft mac n' cheese ftw?) and after that I started to get a bit overwhelmed by the idea that I had to do the first step of making Frog Eye Salad because it needs to be refrigerated overnight. Granted, I could have easily done it tomorrow, but I was set on getting the hard part over with

Shaynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-50105360047580784592011-06-29T11:05:00.002-06:002011-06-29T11:25:36.263-06:00

I have posted earlier about becoming a bed for Goof Ball every once in a while. He is very cute. It seems that it is turning into a daily ritual. Sleep on mommy around 10:30 to whenever he wakes up. Every day. Sure, fine. He is adorably cute, and if I truly had a problem with it, I wouldn't let him sit on my lap because that would bring about the consequences. I kind of expect it these

Shaynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-49446100914518887792011-06-28T11:29:00.004-06:002011-06-28T11:51:49.051-06:00

And they seem to be more like onions than parfaits. "Ain't no one out there who's gonna say, 'Oh I don't like parfaits!'" I feel that I am very much like an ogre... and an onion. "Because you smell bad?" Maybe. But that's not the point.Ok, ok, enough Shrek quotes.Depending on how long you have read my blog (or how far back you have gone in the archives) you know that I just can't get enough

Shaynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-91277553610820662162011-06-27T20:23:00.004-06:002011-06-27T20:50:52.633-06:00

There aren't many cookies that can act as rivals to my precious. Oreo tops almost all of my charts. Obviously, as I dedicated a blog to them and was even obsessed enough to find symbolism in them. How insane can one get, right?Waffer Cookies. Do you know what I'm talking about? Not the Vanilla Waffers (that are circular almost bread-like things and no frostingesc goodness at all)... Waffers.

Shaynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-65086063764769817242011-06-23T10:39:00.004-06:002011-06-27T19:56:27.450-06:00

In church when I was younger, I enjoyed laying down on my mom's lap and sleeping. She had a very comfy lap, though she may somewhat despise the reason for said comfyness. Heck, I despise why my lap is so comfy, she must have at some point. Oh wonderful baby fat...*ahem...*I breed mamma's boys. As far as Little Angel is concerned, I'm not sure if he was... he was for the two months that he

Shaynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-59889770322269897802011-06-19T16:55:00.005-06:002011-06-27T20:54:53.896-06:00

... when I just want to disappear into the internet.... when I don't want to make dinner.... when I refuse to do dishes.... when laundry piles up because I am lazy.... when life seems to get more and more challenging.... when flowers I received on my birthday don't cheer me up.... when I feel like I can't do anything.... when writing is difficult.... when I feel that my sketches are worthless....

Shaynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-35984119760546668942011-06-17T09:47:00.004-06:002011-06-17T10:04:17.826-06:00

This post has been long overdue. Mainly because it happened a long time ago I kept forgetting, mainly because I am a mom with lots of other things on her plate.A few weeks ago, on a Sunday, in fact... it was the first Sunday this month. I know that, because Pro Boxer was heating up some water after church so I could have some Postum. We have very little of that left, as Kraft is no longer

Shaynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-50558995249414711232011-06-17T09:22:00.003-06:002011-06-17T09:30:07.465-06:00

Yesterday, I went to the store to run errands. Keep in mind that I haven't had Oreos in the house for a few days and haven't been craving them to the point of extreme. I wasn't even planning on buying them at the store, but rather a two week supply of food (as I had finally made a menu plan... we had been thinking about doing that for a few weeks). Then, yes, you can imagine... I came across

Shaynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-35985555277378325092011-06-14T20:44:00.004-06:002011-06-14T21:56:16.590-06:00

Goof Ball has been walking down the street with signs saying: "No more food!", "Milk diet ftw!", "Feeding kids solids = abuse!"Okay, he really hasn't, but he may as well have been. It would probably be better than the screaming, throwing, and spitting out that HAS been happening.I have heard (mainly from my mom) about the "food strike age." I believe she said it was from age 2-6 or so. During

Shaynoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-43248949321765098442011-06-14T11:32:00.003-06:002011-06-14T11:43:05.052-06:00

Today is my second day exercising on the wii fit in the morning. My lame excuse that I used for a long time consisted of "Well, Goof Ball would want to climb on the board with me and mess everything up, and I would just get angry and frustrated..." Anyone who knows my kids know that they are exceptionally good. Yes, I know I complain about them a lot, but really... they are some of the calmest

Shaynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-53974102876744184942011-06-11T16:47:00.003-06:002011-06-11T17:27:09.168-06:00

One of my favorite things about college is the Marching Band. Not only is it directed by the one and only Dr. Lion, but... for some odd reason, I just plain darn love it. Many people think I am crazy that I get sad at the end of the season. And yes, I truly do. Though... I think by the end of last season, I had a little bit of joy. It was a rough one for me.Dr. Lion is... well he is one man

Shaynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-88249926325193700972011-06-10T15:28:00.002-06:002011-06-10T15:48:01.212-06:00

I have a lung problem. I'm not sure a better way to say it. Sometimes I wonder if the pain is enough for me to take the time and spend the money to get a doctor to x-ray me just to see if I have pneumonia which I probably don't.After the third or fourth day I started to recognize the process.I wake up feeling great. Spend sometime on the computer, checking e-mail, bacefooking, writing

Shaynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-85010746946495163422011-06-08T10:21:00.002-06:002011-06-08T10:39:24.740-06:00

Yes, shelf milk. On principle I don't like warm milk. But the milk we get from the local cheese place is indeed shelf. You can get regular, or flavored. I bet if we ever got regular, I wouldn't drink it warm, but instead keep it in the fridge. For some reason however, when I drink the flavored milk, I am quite content to drink it warm. My favorite flavors are Root Beer, Orange, and

Shaynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-42906887627144236062011-06-07T23:07:00.003-06:002011-06-07T23:39:31.816-06:00

[disclaimer: this is not directed to anything that anyone has or hasn't done... i'm just overwhelmed and need to get it out]Sometimes... scratch that... often I think about all the people that I hold dear. My sisters, good friends that I have had since grade school, other good friends and family in my life, and I think, "Why?" I feel their glowing light just from seeing or thinking their name.

Shaynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-21402858574438598512011-06-06T10:58:00.003-06:002011-06-06T11:19:23.198-06:00

Wow.And so another week starts... We are replanting some strawberry and raspberry starts as the ones we got originally we uh... didn't plant right away... and they look kinda.... dilapidated. I need to do laundry today. Though it seems that I have been keeping up fairly well with the mass of clothes that never dims away. One load a day seems to be working well enough and I don't burn myself

Shaynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-137912104173963622011-06-03T22:38:00.002-06:002011-06-03T22:55:01.895-06:00

Today Bug had his first "teenage" moment.He grew freckles on his face.At least I think it happened today. Whatever the case, I noticed some cute little freckles poking up around his nose and under eye area. As I think they are adorable, I thought Bug would enjoy seeing them too.My hopefulness was short lived.Honestly I didn't sense a problem when we were looking at them in the mirror, but soon

Shaynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-61690604142351320082011-06-03T13:45:00.005-06:002011-06-03T14:07:34.695-06:00

If there is one thing that I hate about Pro Boxer's job is the unpredictability each weekend. Will he have to work Saturday...? Will he not...?It is like a constant stressor of mine that escalates until the final moment when it is certain. Which is usually Friday morning. On weekends when he doesn't, it is like heaven. We get to spend the whole weekend together either doing family activities

Shaynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-72955486811621486512011-06-01T13:24:00.003-06:002011-06-01T14:07:03.073-06:00

Is it just me or did May pass by WAY slow? Maybe it is my lack of scheduled things anymore (you know... like the 8 classes I had just a month or so ago) that makes me feel that way, but it just seemed that May was way WAY slow.That said... I didn't have anything else planned to say to you all, so prepare for rambling!! Yay!With all this relatively free time, I have been doing a lot of writing

Shaynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-39016418495381349502011-05-24T18:40:00.002-06:002011-05-24T18:51:25.658-06:00

It was glorious to finally get some decorations and things hanging on our walls. Somehow that just makes this place feel like home more than anything else could.Oh, little did I know....Flowers are blooming and blossoming. Lilacs are finally starting to show their color and open the little buds. And yes. I have a lilac bush in my back yard that I didn't know about until it started blooming.

Shaynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-43761222538184727392011-05-20T20:52:00.004-06:002011-05-20T21:06:51.982-06:00

Now that Shay has been fed Oreos and milk, she is ready to post.In case you didn't know, Shay is working on a story. A very long one in fact. Shay has currently written a full length novel of it actually (though she hopes to turn it into a manga eventually... you know... Japanese comic book) and is working on a second full length novel. Yes, Shay is crazy.She is kind of stuck in her story

Shaynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-35670195459924568952011-05-19T11:43:00.006-06:002011-05-19T12:42:28.968-06:00

I have been sitting here wasting time on other sites and things telling myself that I wanted to post something. And I do... really.I just don't know what to write about.Goof Ball turned into "Annoying Ball" this morning, so I fear that I won't be able to talk about him without ranting, which I did last post and I didn't want to do it again this time.... To say it bluntly... I just don't know

Shaynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-81117944736667855272011-05-17T21:35:00.002-06:002011-05-17T21:51:25.870-06:00

This will be short... or at least I plan for it to be, as I really want to be working on my story, but fear that I will keep being distracted if I don't get this out.First off... I love having other kids over, truly I do. We haven't ever really had kids 'next door' that Bug played with, but now that we do, I am loving it, opening the door to see the girls there.But their presence and my

Shaynoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-91440010320899937442011-05-15T17:38:00.002-06:002011-05-15T18:05:21.420-06:00

Hello once again. School is out, commencement has occurred (grats once again, little bro!!) and life has returned to somewhat normalcy.By the way... I love that word. Normalcy. :)Things are happening, we have big plans for our house, most of which probably won't happen this summer. First project (and likely only project to happen this summer... if it even does) is build a fence around our

Shaynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-45363484909671966032011-04-03T19:18:00.002-06:002011-04-03T19:22:45.225-06:00

Yesterday was ... I don't believe there is a word for it. I'll just say that I had an all day rehearsal for the Magic Flute Opera being performed ... you guessed it... this week. Four nights in a row.Ick.I still have some of the music stuck in my head from rehearsing all day yesterday. Oi... no wait... double oi.Wish me luck... bless the stars for my brother and sister in law... and well...

Shaynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-82026313732044904462011-03-10T19:00:00.002-07:002011-03-14T22:35:52.794-06:00

Satan is probably really proud of Las Vegas and any place like it.

Shaynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-3001640830293673652011-03-02T19:51:00.003-07:002011-03-02T20:21:49.338-07:00

Wow... this last weekend was encouragable in part, and extremely stressful in the other part.First things first, Bug had the option Friday to sleep over with his friends (that he slept over with the weekend before) or go to a concert I was playing in. His immediate response was sleeping with his friends, but after I stressed the situation a bit, he thought it over and decided he wanted to go to

Shaynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-58838152198195308162011-02-20T20:29:00.003-07:002011-02-20T20:44:43.823-07:00

So, well... time for a new week to start. I have a test this week and... stuff needs to be done... *slumpsBut enough about that, now is the time to reminisce back to the weekend. I'll try not to be too gory with the details. ~_^Where to begin... well, in playing in the Jazz Band, we do an annual dinner/dance for people to raise funds for scholarships. Pretty fun to do... pretty fun to

Shaynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-86376522686291129052011-02-16T22:50:00.004-07:002011-02-16T23:01:22.296-07:00

Oh, you really want to know? Okay, I'll tell you...day rundown:1. cavity refill - found out I need a root canal.2. classes from 11:30-6, three of which I play my trumpet. and they happen to be back to back. (go figure.)3. bb game - backboard breaks, who do we turn to for sudden entertainment (that everyone ignores anyway)? The band, of course! hence, twenty minutes or more of playing strait (

Shaynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-2023773827044581592011-02-14T17:17:00.000-07:002011-02-14T17:22:56.111-07:00

Valentines day is usually not a really huge thing at our house, but I love looking forward to the flowers that Pro Boxer always gets me. This time I also fell in love with the vase! Isn't that beautiful! It seems to have a bit of a brownish tint to it, though you can't tell in the picture.Share the love people. Whether you be married, dating someone, single, widowed, whatever. Today is a day

Shaynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-73277623022732872172011-02-10T10:47:00.002-07:002011-02-10T11:30:03.332-07:00

I feel like I am dealing with lots of them. Not really in the scope of things dealing with the previous post, in fact some of them are not hidden at all and are open to the world to find out. For one, I have a popped blister on my foot right at the crease of where my toes bend when I walk that could possibly have gotten infected yesterday when it was created and popped in possibly the same

Shaynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-74180166492975968782011-01-28T10:58:00.003-07:002011-01-28T11:37:21.753-07:00

Most of my readers know that I had been sexually abused as a child. If you don't, well, you can look back in the archives and find me talking about it if you want. I can't remember what post it is though, so sorry about that.Having something so traumatic like that happen is damaging in many different ways. Many times it gets to the point where the survivor can't trust anyone, even themselves.

Shaynoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-78553471345847724582011-01-24T18:09:00.003-07:002011-01-24T18:15:10.473-07:00

I have a post in mind. I'm still not sure how I want to explain/organize the thoughts swirling in my head. That is one of the hardest things I have sometimes with writing, is getting started. Once I start, things just flow out.I will keep thinking about it. I will post it when my thoughts stop swirling so confusingly. Honest. This is something that I want to tell people about, but I haven't

Shaynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-60917592903534607032011-01-19T19:37:00.004-07:002011-01-19T20:00:53.543-07:00

Introduction:My music professor who conducts the elite band's name is Dr. Lion (well... not really. But it fits.) He is short. He can intimidate anyone. And does. When he gives complements, you know they are sincere because he wouldn't say something he doesn't mean. Have I captured his essence enough for you?Scene:In the band room, during practice, we read music and rehearsed, and fixed

Shaynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-49201275826150241722011-01-12T11:14:00.003-07:002011-01-12T11:22:59.031-07:00

School is almost in full swing. Usually by Wednesday you have been to all your classes, but that is not true for me as I have a night class on Thursday (I also have one on Tuesday but obviously I had been to that one already) that meets once a week. I'm still on one waiting list, and I am wondering if I should just not worry if I can't get in the class. If I do get into it, I will be over 18

Shaynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-11342535681590087622011-01-10T10:56:00.003-07:002011-01-10T11:06:25.877-07:00

Today is the beginning of school again. I'm a little nervous about the load that I have laid on myself. I just hope and pray that I can survive.But today I am more worried about Pro Boxer. He had to call in sick and has been sick for some time. Usually he doesn't get sick all that easily, but he has been sick for quite some time. I don't even know how long he has been sick. Nothing he does

Shaynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-32796204170402720842011-01-04T17:29:00.005-07:002011-01-04T17:44:30.179-07:00

Okay... lately Goof Ball has taken to tantrums. I sometimes wonder if he is getting a jump start on the "terrible twos."The things I have noticed:He doesn't communicate about what he wants or what is wrong. To be honest, he doesn't communicate... ever.The morning is usually tantrum free. He only ever acts like this after his nap after lunch. And usually after he has had enough time to wake

Shaynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-355838059254398982011-01-03T22:49:00.004-07:002011-01-04T17:25:31.028-07:00

Remember this post?Okay... here's the deal. I remembered what I wanted to talk about. And I know it is late. And I know I have already posted two posts tonight already. But I want to get this down before I forget again.Here goes.December 14th is the 3rd anniversary of Little Angel's death. If you REALLY wanted to, you can go back in the archives and read about how things were for me back

Shaynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-63922107281620539942011-01-03T22:38:00.002-07:002011-01-04T17:28:29.395-07:00

I put more sayings on the side bar. Don't forget to look at them. My kids sure are pretty darn cute, if I do say so myself.

Shaynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-77640514798065415932011-01-03T22:06:00.005-07:002011-01-03T22:34:15.488-07:00

Well lately things have been going okay. Early December, kinda near the second week or so, we all, in turn, got a cold. Goof Ball got it first, and consequently got over it first. I can't remember the order after that. I just remember that the peak of my cold came during finals. Which really sucked. Also that Pro Boxer and I had the cold at the same time.During the cold era, neither of the

Shaynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-31886627456221932972010-12-27T16:02:00.005-07:002011-01-03T22:50:11.055-07:00

Hey all. It has been an interesting week. Among other things.I knew I wanted to post... but I can't remember why. Right now my mind is too filled with other things and there are questions and pain confusing and distracting me almost constantly.I need to do laundry to prepare myself for visiting family again this weekend, I need to wash dishes so we can... uh... eat. All I want to do is veg and

Shaynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-86230771581073266392010-12-17T11:05:00.009-07:002010-12-27T16:03:38.297-07:00

It is time. Time for me to wait and wait and wait. And relax! WOO!(I'm sure you have been waiting and waiting and waiting as well... but that might just be me assuming that you have haunted my blog for a new post... I can dream, right?)My first semester back at school is now over, and I can relax. Which is a good thing, as I have a horrible cold which doesn't seem to want to go away. My last

Shaynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-23548675425319451742010-12-02T23:09:00.003-07:002010-12-02T23:15:17.071-07:00

Speaking of Oreos, my life has been exceptionally busy. Oh? The hour is late? Look at that, it sure is. Well, as of late (haha), this hour has been something I see everyday, though not entirely by choice. I have some cute pictures to post, some stories to tell, but they will have to wait until later. Maybe after my third concert this week. And my other thing I need to do... oh, and let's

Shaynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-1498416969406118062010-10-26T17:13:00.003-06:002010-10-26T17:27:03.559-06:00

Well we are moved in now. Boxes are everywhere. But what has really made this post possible is the fact that we now have internet! I have not had internet all weekend long. :(SO. That said, I will commence to the rest of the post.Saturday was crazy. I always knew it would be crazy. Friday was pretty bad too. We closed Friday, I had a mid-term that I missed because of it that I took

Shaynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-57349924150468703752010-10-12T20:34:00.003-06:002010-10-12T20:47:06.518-06:00

Many people have requested pictures, so here you are.The color before was some sort of faded uh... weird kind of green. We picked red 'cause the front room and the kitchen (the windows belong to said rooms) are going to be dark red, black, and white. I'm still not sure if the front room will have exactly the same color scheme as the kitchen (kitchen for sure is red, black, and white) but it will

Shaynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-38622487148796272672010-10-10T17:17:00.002-06:002010-10-10T17:25:34.947-06:00

Amazingly uplifted right now, I just have to post!Today we went to our soon to be new ward to meet and visit with people. Get to know them a little before we actually moved. SO glad I did. On our way to go to the church, we drove past our almost house. They had to repaint the shudders and other uh... trims because the paint was pealing and with the oldness of the house, lead paint was an

Shaynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-3737537915753908442010-10-08T13:19:00.001-06:002010-10-08T13:21:43.783-06:00

Oreos in tummy = brain function.Simple fact.

Shaynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-23235429804752457942010-10-08T13:13:00.002-06:002010-10-08T13:17:59.876-06:00

So, I know that I want to post, but I'm not sure what to post about.So.... here's to randomness!Well, school is going well. I turned in my first short story fiction today and can't work on it until we workshop it. I'm kind of nervous about that, as I have never had people look at my story, gather and take it apart as if there is some sort of underlying theme (if there is, I don't know it...

Shaynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-41182827443935238452010-10-03T09:30:00.002-06:002010-10-03T10:03:42.204-06:00

Wow... is it just me or is it October? How did that happen??Well... with it being October, the month of Halloween, mid-terms, my second son's birthday, and the closing date for buying our new house... wow. Crazy.Anyway, school is going pretty good. I am enjoying most, if not all, of my classes. Which actually surprised me. English 2010 I wasn't so sure about as it is Persuasive Writing...

Shaynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-2093047164249672522010-08-29T16:56:00.002-06:002010-08-29T17:15:35.597-06:00

So. The day has come for school to start. It is remarkable how things worked out. I was able to get a full Pell grant even though I applied so late. Not to mention that I was able to get into all the classes that I needed to be in. In pretty much everything that I touch regarding school things happen the way they need to. It is remarkable to me to see everything work out so well. One of my

Shaynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-38283530050874683172010-08-17T13:27:00.003-06:002010-08-17T13:54:12.515-06:00

So, though I don't want every post to start, "Sorry I haven't posted in a while..." well... that is truly how I feel. I know I have a lot of readers out there, though why some of you read my blog is beyond me. In any case I do feel sorry and I hope to do better.All that said, I feel like life has been mighty crazy around here. Plans are changing, life is happening, and where we thought we

Shaynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-33436445033731633462010-07-18T08:53:00.002-06:002010-07-18T09:28:11.855-06:00

...that I need to update my blog.Here you go, Cat. Hope you are happy.And in case you are wondering, no we do not own a cat, and probably never will. I'd like to use the excuse that Rocket Scientist is allergic to them, but honestly, I just really hate cats. There you go. The Cat I'm referring to up there *points at top of post* is a friend of mine, and I think she is the only kind of Cat

Shaynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-826919778833805782010-06-08T14:13:00.001-06:002010-06-08T14:17:49.732-06:00

"Lost what?""I've lost my marbles."Name that movie!!Ok... so I really do feel lost though. Today I have been wandering around, trying to keep myself away from the computer and focused on other things, but nothing seems to draw me to it. Knitting, cross-stitching, writing... even playing computer games has lost it's pull. I have no motivation to do anything yet I know I should be doing

Shaynoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-50946903273168181402010-06-04T10:59:00.002-06:002010-06-04T11:32:10.019-06:00

"Show vs. tell"If you are a writer you know what that means. How boring would it be to read a story (story, not educational/self help books...) where there is no dialogue, no real character development, always rehashing what has been instead of living in the book with the characters?Just imagine it...*falls asleep*Next metaphor:Take the song "More Than Words" by Extreme. If you don't know it,

Shaynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-12052742268901645702010-06-01T10:05:00.002-06:002010-06-01T10:07:05.752-06:00

All my nerves are with Rocket Scientist today. With us planning on moving, he is now currently out looking for a job. I wish him well.Aaaaaand..... that is about all I can post about now...*taps desk nervously...

Shaynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-38462638015894974582010-05-24T14:39:00.002-06:002010-05-24T14:43:14.482-06:00

Hearing Bug sing "Twinkle twinkle little star" just barely reminded me of how he used to sing it. I'll post it on here just for the fun of it. :)Twinkle, twinkle little star,How I wonder what you are.Up above the world so high,Like a diamond in the sky.Twinkle, twinkle little star,How I wonder what you are.Up above the world so high,Like a diamond in the sky.Twinkle twinkle little star,How I

Shaynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-23154256432825226542010-05-23T17:11:00.003-06:002010-05-23T17:17:42.546-06:00

Visiting family this weekend. Thoroughly enjoying ourselves. We looked at houses, and fell in love with the first one we saw. Trying to deal with all the issues that causes... making an offer, job finding, all that good stuff.Bug has been feeling rotten this weekend. He has a pretty rotten cough and a sore throat to boot. I'm worried about strep, but we will be going to the doctor tomorrow if it

Shaynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-84402295389291456662010-05-21T13:26:00.002-06:002010-05-21T13:41:18.575-06:00

How could I have forgotten you so long?And now I'm singing this same, sad song.Please forgive me of my wrong.How could I turn my back on a friend,Even though your loving spirit you always send,And you'll be with me 'til the end.Oh Lord I know you're with me every single day,But sometimes it seems so easy to forget.So I hope that you'll have mercy and accept my humble prayer,Please don't give up

Shaynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-38765316410245537372010-05-18T16:16:00.002-06:002010-05-18T16:44:08.844-06:00

I know I have a bunch of worried readers out there, mainly consisting of my family. I will get to that later. But first... good news!!Today I picked up all the toys (the fact that they are littering the floor currently is irrelevant), gloves, bottles, and dirty clothes from the front room; swept the kitchen floor; washed dishes and put them in the dishwasher; wiped off the table and counters

Shaynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-11039378551801300652010-05-16T21:00:00.003-06:002010-05-16T21:22:38.880-06:00

I'm struggling.I know you all know that.I try to not post about it a lot, because I know it is depressing to read. Heck, it is depressing to feel.There were two days almost in a row (and maybe they really were, but I can't really remember) where I felt scared. I was alone, with my two boys, and I felt horribly, sickeningly, terrified.The first of these two days I prayed for help. I knew I

Shaynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-74166256149467271762010-05-14T18:25:00.004-06:002010-05-14T18:43:59.870-06:00

So, having read through old posts, I forgot that I didn't update you on things that I told you I would. (will connect links to refer back to said posts.)So, my first EVER plane ride!I talked a little bit in one of my last posts about my vacation to visit family. But I failed to say anything about the plane ride. Let me tell you. It. Was. AMAZING!!! After we landed I turned to my mom (like I had

Shaynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-63556684237522473442010-05-14T18:02:00.002-06:002010-05-14T18:13:58.155-06:00

Visiting family. Planning on fun times with friends tomorrow. Talked to a mortgage person today and was surprised to find that we might be able to afford a home higher than we had been thinking.Overall good news.More good news:I cleaned the master!!! It is hardly ever clean seeing as it is the catchall room when we have friends over. Rocket Scientist walked in and said, "Did we get a new room?"

Shaynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-28872911077324703132010-05-11T10:19:00.002-06:002010-05-11T10:25:19.605-06:00

As stated in my last post we have been toying with the idea of buying a mobile home. That in mind I want to complain about one point regarding mobile homes:Trailer Park Fees.They are about as pricey as our first apartment. Sure, we are renting the land to live on, but really. Should doing that be the same amount of money as it costs to rent an apartment? That is just crazy! Not only would we

Shaynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-74469862728993222952010-05-10T16:51:00.002-06:002010-05-10T17:52:33.845-06:00

Life is funny sometimes, you know?A month goes by and I realize that I had neglected my blog, not to mention my readers. I do apologize.So here we are. Our one year lease for our apartment has come to an end and we feel the need to move on, so a majority of my time is dealing with all aspects of moving and as for Rocket Scientist, he is trying to find a job elsewhere. Wish us luck.As for the

Shaynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-69314018468027599922010-03-22T19:38:00.002-06:002010-03-22T19:50:59.468-06:00

Bug has been adorably cute the past few days... to look at a few things he has said, check the Wise Sayings side bar. Even better than that though, I have been able to smile and see the humor in life. Look forward to more good quotes from Bug.Enjoy. Don't forget to munch on Oreos.

Shaynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-50580757881625382942010-03-16T17:55:00.002-06:002010-03-16T18:21:09.475-06:00

First off... Bug is wandering around the house pretending that twenty dollars keep appearing out of our shirt pockets (which are also non-existent). Check out the side bar for a quote from it. In actuality he saw bills sitting on my desk to encourage that wise saying.On to the good news. I realized the other day that I stopped doing my Good News minutes. I don't think this is a reenactment of

Shaynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-58967385069579963352010-03-11T09:46:00.002-07:002010-03-11T09:52:02.868-07:00

I feel like Humpty Dumpty. But instead of falling off just once, I'm falling off again, and again, and again, and again. Soon I'll just be a pile of rubble.Not to mention that I can't ever seem to be put back together again.

Shaynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-77822411716460797912010-03-10T15:34:00.002-07:002010-03-10T15:43:36.805-07:00

So. I have had a long week of relaxation and contemplation.To begin my posts from the past week, I have changed the blog a little. The comic strip (which describes me to a tee) above was made by a friend of mine and his friends (I believe). I read it and KNEW it had to be in my blog. So there you have it. I asked my friend if I could and he said sure as long as I linked their site to mine.

Shaynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-47987980120412694922010-02-28T20:53:00.002-07:002010-02-28T21:04:54.298-07:00

I'm sorry.I'm sorry to all my readers who have been worried about me to the point of stress or anxiety. I didn't really realize how disturbing or maybe even suicidal my posts have been until a friend actually pointed it out to me.I am not going to commit suicide. No it isn't my kids, friends, family, or even my husband that keeps me here. It is the thought and belief in the gospel. The

Shaynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570154849496977810.post-27763377930803523642010-02-19T09:03:00.002-07:002010-02-19T09:09:23.472-07:00

Conversation after dinner between mother and son."Where did all your food go?"Son points into a wide open mouth and says, "I swallow, and it goes all over and down and down and down," moving his hand down his body to demonstrate, "and then out the bum when I go potty."At this point in time, my eyes are wide open, with his detailed explanation. No, as far as I know, no one told him that the food

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